Copyright 2003 Eclectic Tastes
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Disclaimer:  Sometimes, fantasies are just fantasies.  Sometimes, 
they shouldn't be tried anywhere but in the mind.  Sometimes, 
it's illegal to try them elsewhere.  Any risky or illegal 
behavior is not condoned by the author of these stories.  In fact, 
the author is so touchy about some fantasies being brought into 
reality that really shouldn't be, that he might be the first person 
to call the cops if you, say, attempted to touch his neice (who's 
still a child) in a sexual manner.    

That's not to say that all of Eclectic Tastes stories involve risky 
behavior, but please use common sense if you ever attempt to re-enact 
anything in his stories.  If you can see the audience of Jerry 
Springer insulting you for doing something, Mr. Tastes suggest you 
refrain from doing it.

Also, be safe.  Condoms, dental dams, spermicide, birth control, 
abstinence.  Those are just a few ways to protect yourself.

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Playing With Matt

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It was Friday night and some friends and I went to a play.  The play 
was super good:  made me laugh, made me cry, blah blah blah.  The 
director was there.  That meant that his dog was in his office, because 
he takes him everywhere.  Just knowing that made got me wet at the 
beginning of the play.  But then, I always got wet when I thought about 
that beautiful dog.  The horniness mixed with the play made my emotions 
soar.

Anyway, before I go any farther, I should explain my history with dogs 
and with this dog in particular.

Growing up, I'd always been thrilled by dogs since the first time I saw 
our cocker/britney mix mate with a bitch in our backyard.  Now, that was 
REALLY early, as that dog disappeared about halfway through my second 
grade year.  At that point in time, I had already been masturbating for 
a couple years and later that year I would perform oral sex on my best 
friend.  So I was turned on by watching him mount and I knew what was 
happening.  Once he disappeared, we didn't have a dog for quite awhile.  
Then we got a mastiff pup.  She was female.  She nipped a lot.  I thought 
I'd try to train her anyway.  At the same time (this is junior high age) I 
was cat-sitting a lot, but I couldn't get the stupid cat to lick me.  At 
least the dog (Casey) occassionally licked once or twice.  But Casey was 
hit by a car and killed on impact while I was at school.  End of doggy 
number two.  Doggy number three was Casey's sister.  The runt of the litter.  
She never would do anything with me, so I stopped bothering her.  She's still 
alive and kicking at my brother's house and I'm always kind of sad I couldn't 
share a moment with her other than the normal doggy romp/take a walk kind of 
thing.  If I even went near her hind end, she'd nip. 

Now once college hit I was really really wanting to experience a male dog.  
But there aren't pets in the dorms and I don't have the money to take care of 
one anyway so that idea was blown to shit.  After my sophomore year, I stayed 
at a faculty member's house for the purposes of mowing her lawn and watching 
her pets while she was at work.  She had an old dog that wouldn't let anyone 
near her and a shitzu dog that wouldn't let anyone away from her.  But yes, not 
only a small breed, but a female.  And not an interested female at that.  She 
liked to sit on my lap, but would never lick anything but my face.  I made out 
with her that way a few times though.

Now, the theater dog.  The dog and I have had fun together before, but not the 
kind of fun I would've liked to have.  We romped, chased squirrels, played fetch, 
that kind of thing.  Always with other people around and always purely innocent 
(though I would get wet, as I mentioned before).  He knows me.  I know him.  Good 
good.  But I'd never seen his cock out of it's sheath.

So after the play, I excused myself from my friends and went to a computer lab.  
All I wanted to talk about was canine sex because that was what had just excited 
me so much at the play.  So I did.  I talked and talked and talked.  Sometimes to 
people who had absolutely no interest in talking to me.   It's always hard to 
figure out what to say as an introduction isn't it?  People all want such different 
things!  Anyway, I left the lab early in the morning.  It had to be three or so.  
Who did I see wondering around outside all alone but Matt (the dog).  I hollered 
for his owner but heard nobody.  So I figured I'd better return the dog to the 
theater building.  I was surprised to find that the doors were unlocked, but 
sometimes security forgets to lock them.  So I took Matt in and looked all over for 
his owner just to find nobody.  I'd forgotten to check the green room though, so I 
went up to it, dragging Matt along (he didn't like the stairway I took very much).

Nobody was in the green room either.  But Matt must've really been catching my 
scent because he nudged me in the crotch and started licking at my pants.  Needless 
to say, this turned me on even more.  So I looked at the knob to the green room and 
was surprised to see that I could lock it from the inside.  So I did.

I shucked off my pants and my underwear and sat with my ass to the edge of a love seat and 
called Matt over from his place by the chalkboard.  He walked over and sniffed once and then 
started lapping at me.  His tongue hit my inner thighs first.  Then the pubic hair right about 
my cunt lips.  I hefted my ass up and he found my lips.  His tongue snaked between them. 
 I opened my legs as far as possible to give him access, all the while keeping my ears 
keen for any movement in the building.  Matt found my clit first, and then slithered 
into my cunt.  The constant motion of cunt to clit was doing it's magic and I was getting 
off quite well.  But I wanted to give as well as receive.  

So I lifted my leg up onto the back of the loveseat, let the other leg trail to the floor, and 
pulled him sideways.  Now his tail was near my face and he still had access (though not 
as good of access) to my pussy.  I reached down to his sheath and started petting it.  
Softly at first, but I got a little rougher after a bit and finally actually grabbed it and pulled.  
He growled a bit, so I let up a little.  His cock was out a good two inches or so.  It was 
pink and not too thick yet.

I pulled him on top of me.  Now, he not only had great access to my pussy, but I had 
super access to his doggy cock.  It took some craning of my head and some resituating, 
but I finally got into the position to put my mouth on his doghood just as he gave me the 
most powerful I'd ever had up to that moment with his tongue.  Now, I'm usually good 
after one orgasm, but I found myself insatiable, wanting more, so I let him keep licking 
as I tasted his sugar pole.  He tasted very sweet.  A lot sweeter than former boyfriends 
and girlfriends.  It was a nice treat for a girl who'd only ever dreamed of sucking dog cock.  
I wanted him to cum in my mouth.  By the time he did, his penis was a good five inches 
long and about two and a half in diameter.  His knot was about the size of a hardball.  My 
mouth overflowed twice before I decided I wanted him in my pussy.  

I pushed him away and resituated myself, his hips humping the air.  He wasn't fighting me.  
He knew I'd get back to him.  This dog had been trained.  I suddenly remembered his owner 
saying he got him off of the daughter of an elderly woman, who had died, leaving the dog
 behind.  I sat back on the edge of the loveseat after putting a sheet of paper below my ass 
on the ground.  I called Matt back over and put my socks on his front paws.  I called him 
up to my waist.  He had no problem understanding.  He started humping at me right away, 
but wasn't getting anywhere, so I guided his cock between my lips and let go.  He slammed 
into me.  It hurt a little, so I changed the angle of my ass a bit and then he was hitting the
 right spots.  It was like nothing I'd ever felt before.  I was already having an orgasm and he
 had just penetrated.

I will say, I was very happy that I had sucked him off before.  His knot was too big to get 
inside of me, especially in missionary position.  This was good not because I didn't want 
to take the knot, but because I knew I didn't have time to be tied for any longer than maybe
 five minutes, if that.  His owner had to be looking for him.  In time, he would definitely 
make it back to the theater building.

I orgasmed one last time, set off by the sudden feeling of warmth within me created by the 
dog pumping his sperm into me.  I cleaned him up and let him clean me (and the paper!) up.  
I thought about going at it again, but I heard someone downstairs.   So did Matt.  His ears 
perked up at the noise.  So I hurried to get my clothes back on (luckily it's winter or I might've 
forgotten to take my socks off of him) and hurried down the stairs, Matt in hand.  I opened the 
door to the outside and let it slam.  

"Hello?  I found your dog outside!"

Matt's owner came into the hall looking very relieved.  If he noticed Matt's depleting hardon, 
he didn't say anything.  He may have just thought Matt had a nice bitch outside, being the
 reason he wouldn't have appeared when called.

Whatever he thought, I knew I'd be seeking out Matt again sometime soon.
