-Warning, very graphic stuff, dealing with animal shaped adult toys-




A poor, yearning house wife's neglectful husband pushes her needs off to the side to focus on work. Leaving her arching for any sort of attention.
At first, she was content with lying around in bed with her thighs tightened around her balled up hand, nestled into her sopping hole, singing an airy, windy tune. Reaming her depths for a source full of harsh convulsion, it was a little rough spot that shared the wall with her belly button. Drilling her finger tips unkindly against it, like an angry finger painter, stroking it until her wall intervened by tightening. Till legs twitched, holding her breath to get the most out of the dying orgasm, she exhaled a hot plum of anxious air sinking back into the bed. This was getting boring, undoubtedly as quickly regained composure and began coat her exit with warm fluids, there was plenty to go around. Shifting her weight over, suddenly feeling silly. With a digit halfway crammed in the improper hole, she had a stark realization. As it would seem most realizations come with a finger up a butt.  Pushing up from the bed and kicking off the frilly black things dangling from her toe. She was finished with awaiting her husband, who seemed to be once again be staying late. Who cares, the internet had all sort of things for sale and she had a credit card with a near unlimited spending limit. Sometimes a workaholic husband was a good thing, perusing the internet for something to sate the itch her fingers could not.

Scrolling through the sites, the flashes of all the terrible toys against her wide, doe like eyes was almost corrupting. It turned her cheeks fiery red, imagining how this or that would feel sliding into her. Sending fingers to comfort her hot, panting, nether, gently massaging away her morals as she scrolled through the endless pages of toys. Slouching in the chair melted away to her thoughts and the pleasant pawing sensation. What was she to buy? Something odd, weird, something she could use and never get bored of. But.. What? Some cheap grey and black site came up. A cheap layout with a sketchy name, but the forbidden treasures it held, she just had to have something like this. It piqued her curiosity and dampened the chair underneath; just thinking about it made her the sort of sick that she could very well get used to. A pit building her stomach as she enters her email, card number, name, address. Of course she made sure the damn site was legit, it had a reputable business association tag at the bottom. And she hit send with a diabolical void in her stomach.
With the special direct delivery she ordered, it only took a day. Husband coming home and night, he was more a drone than a man when they slept in the same bed, not touching her as she was fast asleep, eager to rise and shine early in the morning to dutifully wait near the door for her little surprise to arrive. And it did, rather soon. The man of the house gone, all was quiet, and she signs for her package, quickly scampering off to her room. Didn’t even care about the sexy silhouette of a woman spread out on the top of the box, what did the mail man thing? Eye glistening with such a mischievous twinkle, she had plenty of toys but, they were usually meant for two, or she had tucked them deep into the part of the dresser she never touched as they bored her, had having spent too much time with them. This one however was different. It made her ill just looking at it. The bright pink silicone mold, it had an angular and sharp looking tip, an impressive shaft that was at least three of her fingers and the best part, a huge knot right before the shaft turned into a flat base. She picked out the fattest looking wolf meat she could find.


What vile woman would buy such a thing? Finger curled around the tip as she pried it from the box where it sat; there was no packaging other than shredded paper, blowing it clean as it was brought close to her face. This thing was going to be insider her. Ah, the life of a dog shaped adult toy, what it must be like? Face turned a pure, innocent hue of bloody maroon as she looks around the room; her comfort zone was crossed and about to be penetrated by Fido. Sneaking into the bathroom as if she were about to commit some crime. In the light the fleshy colored object looked even more realistic, touched with just the right amount of red to make it seem like it was erupting from an animal. A torrid pant escaped as she visualized what it would look like underneath a large, black wolf. There was just one thing left to do, kneeling down with her toy still in hand. The cabinet opened and a small little tub that had the words, “Fuck Sauce” written on it was plucked from its carefully hidden hide away. Tucked in the far back, “God what would it feel like”, crushed the tube in her hand, collecting the juicy lubricant in her palm. Not bothering to apply it to herself, her attention was stuck on the now glistening object, slipping her fingers around the skin. It was skin, at least her first time she could imagine it as such. Why could it not be attached to an animal? Mind floating to a terrible place as she steadies the object under her, wearing panties to bed was a thing for normal women, not women who’re fucked by dogs.
 The smooth, oblong tip caressing up and down her folds, the wolf today was a tease. Traveling up and down her divide till it was trembling with desire. Making a low, growling moan that echoed through the bathroom as she sank lower, almost like a feral growl. The first test of her new pet. The wolf went slowly, its heavy girth wrapped around like a second skin. Sex was thought to combine two people, with her restriction it did. The poor animal wearing his human like a pinky ring stuffed around a thumb. The pressure trying to force him out of her was not enough to stop the advancement in. Like a tug of war he was winning, dominating. Surrendering more and more of her sacred depths, she met the broad knot. It was supposed to form on her inside, but the wolf was excited today. Having never had some human slut spread her pussy apart. Willingly dismissing any sense of dignity she had, oh god it did not fit. Almost feeling the claws tear into her back as she was forced to accept it. Such a compliant bitch and full of a wolf’s prick. The wolf sank deeper into her, painfully so as her wall constricted the knot, she had to be trained in the art of being a breeding dog. The wolf obliged and slowly began her first lesson, the retreat, how much muscle did it take to drag her insides out, her outside lips massaging the knot as it eclipsed out of her hole, stretching her mouth to accommodate such a girth. The next lesson, the charge. And it took the air from her chest as she was stuffed full of its penis, being used. Was the wolf even trying to mate with her? Or was it just pleasing its aching bulge on her insides? The tightness of the woman would prove to be too much for the wolf as it left her. But his size wouldn’t be too much to get an orgasm out of her.  Spraying violent lust all over the floor where she was squatting, a small little scream and an earthquake like tremor sent her to her bare ass. The toy she had been jumping up and down on lay defeated looking between her legs. Laugh panting as she picked it up and pet it, “Oh, don’t worry, Mr.Wolf, I’ll practice with you every night till you’re the one squirting.” she placed her new favorite toy in back into the cabinet, right up front. She did not lie. Either. Revisiting the toy she nicked named “The wolf” repeatedly, till it stretched her sex out to a lupine degree. –
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