After my sophomore year, I was pretty well behaved.  There was an occasional session with Kyoto, which had become harder and harder to do.  My father was seeing someone on a regular basis, and it became tough to get time alone with the Akita.

The summer between my junior and senior years became an experience to be savored.  I stayed on campus as I had found a job in the library.  It was a fun summer, working a few hours a day in the library, taking an easy music course, and enjoying the quiet of the campus.

I had just come out of the library the Friday before the Fourth of July when I ran into Brian.  We talked for a bit, making general conversation about school and each other's progress.  Brian asked me if I wanted to get a coffee, and I said yes.

We went to a Starbuck's right on the edge of the campus and I got an iced tea.  Then we walked back to campus and sat under a tree and chatted.  Brian told me how much Max had missed me, and I just laughed.  He asked me if I would come over and visit Max just one more time.

I sort of smiled but didn't really say yes or no.  Well, when Brian had turned the conversation in this direction, he began to play with my breasts.  No, it wasn't like I was dressed sleazily or anything.  I had on a jean mini and a nice white t-shirt.  It was, after all, summertime.  But I knew he could get a nice feel through the t-shirt.  I started to push his hand away, but he pinched my nipples, and I knew I was gone.

He kept teasing me and asking me to come to his place and service Max, and I kept saying no.  The next thing I knew, he had his hand up my skirt and was tickling over my mound.  I was a goner.  He slipped his fingers under my panty, teased for a bit, and the next thing I knew I was in his car heading for his townhouse.

We got back to his townhouse, and Max had his way with me.  As I had not had any sort of sex in about two months, I was very tight.  When Max tied with me, there was a great deal of both pain and pleasure.  It drove me wild.  I experienced an unbelievably intense orgasm.  I guess I knew things would turn out this way, and I loved it.  Brian got his blowjob.  Then he made me a cup of tea, and I sat on the floor, naked, while we talked.

Brian basically asked me about my doggy experiences, and I told him.  He asked me which I liked better, the Akita or the Rottweiler.  I told him it was like comparing apples and oranges.  Now, I hadn't been with a dog or had any type of sex in eight weeks, so the session with Max was wonderful.  We talked a bit more, and then Brian popped the question.

No, he did not ask me to marry him.  He said that he knew a guy who had a German Shepherd and would I want to try that?  I laughed, said yes, but only under certain circumstances.  Brian asked me for my new cell phone number, and I gave it to him.  After a bit more talk, I got dressed and we went to a deli for dinner.  Then Brian took me home.

Well, the summer turned to fall, and I started classes.  One Saturday afternoon my cell rang, and I answered.  It was Brian.  He wanted to know if I still was interested in the shepherd, and would I be willing to meet with the owner?  I told him I would think about it.

Now, the idea had intrigued me.  I had found a web site were all sorts of men and women liked to talk about their bestiality experiences.  I didn't know about the men, but I could spot the women who were faking almost immediately.  Until you have taken a dog, you really don't know what it feels like.  One woman, who was genuine, gave me her phone number and we talked.

She told me before I settled on one dog as a lover; I should try different breeds, including mutts.  She owned two dogs, a mutt and a shepherd, and shared herself with them.  She also told me that shepherds were wonderful, but very, very demanding.

I thought it over for a week and gave Brian a call back.  I said yes.  He said I had a preliminary interview with the owner, and the owner would decide.  He would be in touch as to when I would meet the owner.  I thought all of this was very intriguing.  Why would an interview be required for someone to have doggy sex?

About two weeks later, we had a Friday evening interview with the owner and his wife.  Brian took me to the meeting, which was in a very quiet and exclusive restaurant.  I had to dress, and I did.  We sat in a corner booth, the four of us, ordered dinner, and I got interviewed.

The owners of the German shepherd's were a lovely couple in their early fifties named Charles and Elizabeth Henderson.  They obviously had more than one Shepherd, as they had been successfully breeding the dogs for twenty-five years.  I was a bit surprised.  I had thought that Brian was going to introduce me to one guy.

The couple asked me about my experience, and I told them.  They seemed pleased that I had started in high school and enjoyed it, and that I chose to continue with the activity.  Elizabeth informed me that she had seen a Shepherd with girls, although she had never experienced it herself.  She told me that the Shepherd's penis was much like an Akita, but its style was far different.  She also told me that this breed was very demanding of its women.  Charles informed me that there was a five hundred dollar fee, tax-free, that would be paid to me at every session.

I questioned this part.  Why was I being paid five hundred dollars?

The couple laughed, and we ordered dessert and coffee.  Charles informed me that, in dog breeding, certain males used for stud perform much better if they have an occasional human female.  There had been no scientific studies done, but you could always tell when a certain kennel was going downhill.  Its stud dogs were not having women.  The German Shepherd, Akita, Rottweiler, and Malamute were among the breeds that liked women.  He also mentioned retrievers.

Well, I was shocked by this tidbit of information.  I had no clue!  And the very fact that I could get paid a lot of money for doing something I really enjoyed also shocked me.  I told the Henderson's that I would like a week to think it over, and then would decide.  They agreed, we exchanged cell numbers, finished our dinner, and went on our merry ways.

On the way home, I asked Brian why he had done this.  He told me that he noticed how much I enjoyed being taken by a dog.  He also told me that he was pretty certain I liked being watched while I was being taken.  I blushed; this was very true.  He told me that there would be no sex with the Henderson's but they probably would watch to make sure I really serviced the dog.

Brian dropped me off at my dorm.  We had one more date after that, and then I never saw him anymore.  I went to work for the Henderson's.  Little did I know that the day I went to their kennels I would service not one, but three German Shepherds.

I was about to become a real slut bitch. 
