The Life of a Zoophile

The biography of a zoophile. After I read several stories of zoophilia on this same website, some of which are very well written and rich in detail, I decided to tell my story, because I am also a follower of this sexual practice for almost seven years and because I am not to say, addicted to sex with my dog. I will first introduce myself: I am 27 years old and I live alone, I am very beautiful, brunette, brown-green eyes and I am very attractive. Men hit me, but I do not pay the slightest attention because my business is dogs. I am independent and I live alone since I was 21 years old. I graduated in psychology at only 22 years old and three years later in the course of sociology at 25 years old, with specialization in the area of social behavior, because it is related to my training as a psychologist. Today I have a good job in a multinational as an assistant in the Human Resources sector and I still have my own practice in the behavioral consulting center, where I always have several clients, and when I finish my studies in São Paulo, I am almost always diagnosed with the same problems: the lack of urban and rural psychology. As I said before, I lived alone and was independent since I was 21 years old. I lived in a one-bedroom apartment rented in the Parroquia do O, neighborhood of São Paulo in a small building of a few apartments, about 30 minutes away from the city center. I worked as an employee of a perfume store in Shopping Iguatemi and I always made sure to present myself according to fashion, perfectly made-up, but in a discreet and gentle way. At night I studied psychology, because I always liked to understand human behavior. In fact, the human mind fascinates me. But if I were not a psychologist, I would certainly be a biologist (zoologist) or a veterinarian, because I love animals. I have very bright brown eyes, almost light green and a fleshy mouth with thick, black lips. My real long hair was turning up to 1,73 m, where my saliva turned up high, and I was at the same time trying to achieve the goal of being a psychologist, and soon after that, I was in a good mood, and I was reaching my goal of being a psychologist for the next three months. Since I was a child, I have always loved animals, especially cats, dogs, and birds. Since I started living alone, I bought a nightingale from Japan, whose singing qualities delighted me when I woke up every day as soon as the sun rose on the horizon. I made sure to put it in a very large nursery that stood on the balcony of the apartment so that it would not feel the lack of space. The dream of being able to have a dog, regardless of the breed, accompanied me from my parents' house and I felt shocked and revolted, especially in the summer, at the time of holidays, with people who abandoned their animals because they could not or did not want to take them to the summer places outside the city. I had often thought of adopting one of those dogs that wandered through the streets, sad and hungry, but I had finally rejected the idea because I did not have the ideal conditions to have it. Moreover, I did not even know if the owner of the apartment would allow me to have one of those animals in the house! Anyway, one day I ended up confronting the landlady with my desire, having received the pleasant information that I could have the animals I wanted, as long as she took care of them and cared for them, and at one time she was also a lady of the animals and had two cats and three dogs, including a turtle in her house. So I adopted a large stray dog that had been standing at the door of the building where I lived for several weeks, because this dog had caught my attention. In fact, I had fed him from time to time, leaving food scraps in a field in front of the building. He was of an undefined breed, but certainly had the traits of a German shepherd, large in his about 50 centimeters tall and 65 long, with a silky dark brown hair, with small white spots, very gentle and with a wide nose, flashing eyes and large raised ears. He looked like a wolf. He seemed to be a young age! I took him into my apartment and gave him dog food that I had bought in the supermarket, because he was visibly malnourished. I gave him a collar, he had a good sleep and I took him to the vet the other day because of his appearance. I was sure that he should have been taken care of by the veterinarian for ten months. As time went on, the Wolf became a part of my life and accompanied me everywhere, except on the days and times of work and college. He slept in my room, at the foot of my bed, on the mattress. He ate in the kitchen where the pots were with various types of rations and took a bath every week. <unk>The Wolf<unk> became my best friend. He was inseparable from me, jealous, gentle and playful. I observed that every day he became bigger, stronger and more beautiful. Not being fierce, not even angry, he efficiently took care of the guard's apartment with all the dedication and efficiency, not allowing the entry of any stranger, unless I allowed. I observed that the Wolf was much stronger and more developed and I realized that he, like any living creature existing in nature, had the needs of his condition and one day, when I took him for a walk, at the end of the day, he smelled the smell of a partner in the heat and dragged me until he found a dog on the vacant ground, which stood in front of the building where we lived. He reached out to her, smelled her available bouquet, licked her juices and wanted to ride her there, under my gaze and that of the stunned neighbor who was pulling the little caddy with force away from my excited dog and ready to satisfy his desire. At the time I saw his tip come out indecently from the glossy and red, surging black and stretched, veined with hard, shiny veins, I was ready to penetrate the shape of that hippocratic limb that was full of color. The dog's owner, stunned, quickly took her away, while I watched magnetized, absorbed and delighted with that huge stick that emerged from under my friend. It was true that every time I gave him a bath, I innocently massaged his balls and his dick without the slightest intention, but it never crossed my mind that the excitement resulting from available sex could provoke that reaction in me. I was indeed glazed in that stick! What a sight, what a feeling I felt seeing it so exposed! And what an excitement it caused, to the point of feeling completely wet! I finished my walk, crossed the street, and went home, filled with this image in my mind: my dog chasing that female, sniffing her, licking her, and trying to penetrate her with that outgoing roller, instantly hard, instantly effective! I went to my room, and I lay down on the bed and stared at the ceiling, continuing to visualize, over and over again, that crazy, depraved image and that feeling of strange and good hardness, while an uncontrollable urge to test my <unk>Lobo<unk> assaulted me. It was a weekend on a hot summer's day, stuffy and dry, even with the sun setting in the west, no coat or shadow of moisture in the air. I was still lying in bed absorbed in my desire for my dog. So I decided to masturbate and enjoy once and for all to see if my desire would pass. I put a porn film from a DVD I rented at the Video Club. I closed the door of the room so that the Wolf would not enter. I took off my clothes, leaving only underwear, black, bed linen. My breasts were free of the bra and stood out in my young bust, of twenty and one years of age, where the thighs protruded firmly, forming two columns of it on my brown and bronze body. The ceiling fan in the bedroom was at full speed, trying to refresh the vibrating head of my vibrating machine ... So I started to masturbate inside the machine and that was the mistake I made. I'm actually a sex-crazed woman! I don't know if I'm a nymphomaniac, but for me to actually be well, it's the same as being permanently clutched, connected to a male mast and doing everything that a woman's ability and will in bed can do. My experience came only from a relationship with my only boyfriend with whom I discovered the carnal pleasures in which I experienced unique and ineffable sensations, for a year. Then he had to move to another city because of work and I ended up not wanting to venture into a new relationship. So I ended up choosing work and studies as priorities. Not because I didn't feel the need, the will, really, but I chose to be alone, accompanied by a very hot scent that I bought to satisfy, as much as possible, from the Xanax fire in my incandescence. I always felt the desire for sensual sex in the bedroom, and I was shivering over my bed and vibrating with this vibrating 20 cm testicle, or masturbating. So I couldn't resist, and I started masturbating, tickling my clitoris, tucking my hand under my black panties that I was wearing. My pussy was already hot and my juices were already spreading all over my fleshy grotto, excited by the massage I was giving myself and by that intense, vibrant and appetizing sight of my four-legged friend. As I handled my grate, I was also massaging my firm, excited tits, whose nipples looked sharper than ever before. I was staggering my body in anguish of desire, rocking my hips in accelerated movements of excitement and enjoyment. I was moaning and whispering to myself: - Oooohhhh!!!! What a boner... What a big dick you have, my little puppy! How I would like to take that dick in my slutty pussy! Oooohhhh!!!! What a delight... The more I masturbated, the more I felt the almost irrational desire to be possessed by that hard cock, to feel the fire of that red mast on the shuttle of a climbing canine, only tempted by that canine of the wasteland! How I would like to be raped by that virgin dog and to draw from it all the hot milk that accumulated in that bulky bag and those rolling balls, which she had washed so many times, without any second intention. I now positively wanted to swallow that sausage in my sweet cherry and to feel again after six months the pleasure of a fat cock... which had not happened since my boyfriend had moved completely! Not that I did not want to feel the image of someone who had decided, but that he had decided to feel satisfied, and just so consoled me with my vulgar, cold, artificial hair, I felt the fire of that red mast, only tempted by that canine of the wasteland! How I would like to be raped by that virgin dog and to draw from it all the hot milk that accumulated in that bulky bag and those rolling balls, which she had washed so many times, without any second intention. I wanted to be raped by that virgin dog with that virgin fever, and to swal all the hot milk that accumulated in those bulky balls, which had accumulated in that bulky, in that voluminous bag, in that bulky, and uncontrollaciously swollen skin, and uncontrollaciously swirling, and uncontrollaciously swirling, and unwillingly, as it had swallowed all of his beloved, and swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed, by his beloved, by his beloved, by the first time I wanted to swallowed, by his beloved, by his, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, and, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, by, and, by, by, by, by, by, by, and, and, by, by, by, by, and, by, by, and, by, and, by, and, and, by, and, and, and, by, by, and, and, and, by, by, and, and, and, and, by, and, and, and, and, by, and, by, and, and, by, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, by, and, and, and, by, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, by, and, and, and, and, and, and, Lying there, with an unusual excitement, I immediately got up and opened the door of the room, called the creature that came quickly, wagging its tail and wagging its ears, as if guessing the approaching party. I made caresses on his head, passed my hand over his back and, already sitting on the edge of the bed, I was massaging his belly, until it reached the pelvic area of the penis. When I touched the cock, very lightly, delicately, as if rehearsing, the dog accused the touch and sat very quietly waiting for more caresses. I then massaged my dog's balls, and he became more and more like what was predestined, handling it here. <unk> The wolf began to salivate, breathing his tongue wildly, breathing out his tongue wildly, and throwing that greasy stick from my hand, which began to drip even more easily, into my head. Stunned, I punched my dog, masturbating faster that limb, increasingly hard, red, of protruding veins, that were completely in sight. I wanted so much more and I bent down, on my back, and I started sucking on that cock, blowing that whole volume. While paying a kiss, he arched, enjoying the sweetness of his lubricating fluid from his canine stick in my thirsty mouth. My dog's ball jumped off the skin and became more exposed. I poked that buttock at the base and kneaded the bag abnormally hard, while licking the whole penis and swallowing the delicious juices that came out of it filling my mouth. <unk>The Wolf<unk> was now definitely ready for the climb and, without warning, he let go of my hands to ride on my lying body, trying to possess me, just like any dog. I heard his call and straightened myself up by getting on all fours on the ground, moving my body until I felt <unk>the Wolf<unk> completely fit into my body lightning with desire. I felt embraced by those legs and now forced to give my mouthpiece. The dog struck hard, but next to me, on my legs, on the edges of my xana, on the edge of my Venus hill, but did not hit the target. So eagerly, I adjusted myself and began to feel more for, in a first rush, my lover's throbbing member was lusting my groin, entering my vulva almost red. I went crazy from lethargy and excitement! - Go puppy, go wolf, put that roll on your mistress, put it... put it, you dirty little dog, put it! I think he understood my language, the language of desire and instinct, he sensed the fever, he knew the smell of the sex that was on offer, and he wanted, himself, to satisfy his desire for the "first time". He struck again, and again and again, and finally hit me right in my warm, deep vagina, which in an involuntary spasm accepted all that fleck of flesh. I rolled deliciously with that cacophony inside me. The feeling of rolling and feeling invaded by a hot, hard, thick sting led me to ecstasy, to a trance state. The wolf monkey was in me with a canine frenzy, rolling its turn deeper. Every grunt on the end of that stick, soaked with such zeal, hungry for sex, I liked, because of a breathing brain, which whispered in the vacant, swinging brain of that animal: Fuck me, wolf, stick that stick, go, go, go, go, fuck my sweet little bitch, that's so fucking hot, you fucking cute little dog. I groaned, sniffed, shouted, begged for more, and rolled my hips to meet the strokes of my dog, who seemed not to want to stop any longer, such was his vigor. Finally I noticed that the roll of my canine lover seemed to thicken, taking the form of a two-inch-caliber hose. The ball was at the entrance of my shirt, about to curl the lips of my xana and penetrate my thirsty cave. The wolf sniffed and salivated, forcing the entrance. I grunted, pierced by that ball-hammer, suffering the pain of the strokes, but enjoying the pleasure of that rapist's member and rape. Lobo then punched in an absolutely overwhelming way, driving me completely insane, splashed all his hot, soft, velvety yogurt on me, and relieving the tension of his legs, he got off me and turned around, got on his back, I was hooked with him still golfing his sperm for a few seconds. I was babbling meaningless words, without control, grunting almost unintelligible sounds, completely in a trance. I was enjoying hallucinatingly, even with him still, feeling his penis barking inside me and absorbing in my vaginal cavity and in my uterus all the reserve of semen of my pet dog. I felt that heat that gushed hot fucking from that powerful stick and flowed now <unk> I felt it <unk> inside my sex, finally satisfied. I was still tied up, slave to that meat cucumber, submissive and submissive, on all fours like a slut and vulgar dog, to the orders of my canine lover, my "Wolf". What satisfaction, what joy, what happiness, what joy, what excitement I felt delivered on the red end of that fucking arm! It was a state of unique, inexplicable contentment. I knew it was a point of no return. There was no return. I would repeat that fuck endlessly, without count, as many times as he wanted; I would be his dedicated bitch of that blessed dog. Ten minutes later the thick ball of flesh began to loosen the pressure and released itself from my mouth elastically expanded to its limit, forcing the withdrawal and I still felt the pleasure of that last movement. At four I fell exhausted on the floor of the room. I could not even force myself to get up on the bed to rest. I saw Wolf licking his sated member, leading him to collect in his travel bag. I felt the milk dripping from my mouthpiece, still hot from the pussy, with the semen pouring through the clitoris and flowing through the floor. It was pleasant to feel the sperm springing from my cave, a spring made of semen. I put my hand on my xanax, laughed at me and swallowed those liquids in my mouth and I licked and swallowed sweet and tasty liquids, nodded slightly, and finished my sex. That feeling of excitement overcame me once again, and I cried out in the warmth of the song: "There is a new love". - Lobo, come... take your little slave girl... lamb, cuddly, lick my grate... lamb, you son of a bitch! The dog didn't budge and licked all that perfumed and licked yogurt on the lips of my pussy and made me horny again. When Lobo stopped licking, I grabbed my fat fucking latex and, excited as I was, pumped vertiginously and ceaselessly into my vulva, which was completely lubricated by so much beating. I buried with an uncontrollable fury, all that huge 20-centimeter vibrator in my thigh swollen by the thick roll of my canine lover. It transpired from my pussy as it pushed the rubber trunk inside me, splattering the whole bed, leaking through the quilt, satisfied by soaking the mattress completely with canine lust. I was lost in my body uncontrollably and tastelessly. The sweat evaporated, almost as if it had completely escaped, with the force of a wooden organ between my eyes, to prevent that orgasm, almost as if it had jumped, with an uncontrollable force between my eyes. Naked and completely exhausted I fell asleep in the bed watching the Wolf next to the bed wagging his tail and howling softly as if to say: My first time was phenomenal! And I'm also eternally grateful to Lobo, an infinite gratitude, because my first time as a dog was sensational!!! After years and years of studying psychology, I've come to the following conclusion: I'm a nymphomaniac, because I'm insatiable, I need to be fucked for at least two hours nonstop a day. Today, the wolf and I live together in a nice house with another friend, Richard, a very gifted German Shepherd, and the three of us do the craziest things.