Volunteer of the month - chapters 1 to 6 - Sex Stories

Volunteer of the month - chapters 1 to 6

... the kennel, and tonight’s fucking at home. I told him that I felt uncontrollably compelled to go back to the kennel when I learned that Spirit would soon be neutered. Frank started to get physically aroused again as I described stripping off my clothes and slipping into the kennel. He groaned audibly, as he imagined me naked in the concrete enclosure. Frank was mentally with me, moment to moment, from the time I began to get Spirit aroused, to when he speared me with his beastly shaft. When I told Frank that Spirit had fucked me in the ass rather my cunt, Frank uttered an oh my gawd under his breath. Frank always wanted to get me to do anal sex, but he was too timid to ask. And a dog beat him to it. But because of that dog, Frank knew he now had free rein to fuck my ass. The night was just getting better and better.

We both were exhausted and fell back into our pillows. Frank was wearily staring at the ceiling fan as it rotated, and just casually said, “Good thing there are no security cameras in the kennel….right?”

Chapter 5

Frank had inadvertently come up with a question about security cameras that had not occurred to me. I did not know if there were any cameras anywhere. It had never come up in discussions with the paid staff of the shelter, and I had not bothered to look for any cameras on the walls. Panic slowly began to creep in on me as I thought how damaging to my reputation it could be if the management of the animal shelter found out about my tryst with ...

... Spirit. And if there was digital video evidence of the event, it was even worse.

I slept fitfully, even though I was exhausted. When I did manage to drift off to sleep, I began dreaming about the entire city finding out about a volunteer having bestiality sex with one of the dogs. I dreamed I was the subject of a TV newscast which went on for several broadcasts. I was scorned and derided as a perverted slut. It was an awful dream.

I woke up. It was early Friday morning. I let the cobwebs of sleep slowly evaporate from my brain as I thought about what Frank had said. What if there were security cameras at the kennel, and the animal shelter had footage of my sexual activity? I fretted over this until Frank woke up. I told him about my fitful sleep and that upsetting dream. Frank said we had no choice but to go to the shelter this morning and look for any cameras that might have recorded the event. We got dressed and headed directly to the shelter. We walked back to the concrete enclosures where the big dogs were. Frank nudged me and discreetly pointed to a security camera located on the wall inside the kennel. My heart sank. I felt my knees go weak. I held on to Frank for support as we slowly walked out of the area.

“What are we going to do, Frank? We can’t risk having a film of me fucking Spirit seen by anyone who runs the shelter. I am so ashamed.”

Frank reassured me that we would figure something out. We just needed to see the security tape from last night. It was ...