I'm Mexican American, Mexican Mom and American Dad. My father was an alcoholic when he met my mother and got her pregnant without marrying her. When I was two he and another guy held up a gas station and the clerk was killed. They both forty years.

My father was released when he had fulfilled twenty years. No one wanted to get involved with him, much less my mother who had moved on to another husband. He tried to contact me but I told him I wasn't interested. Next thing I know I get a call that he shot himself. Who he got the gun from I never found out.

When that happened, that day it happened, I didn't know who to turn to. I went to my boss of many years and he held me for a long, long time and let me cry on his chest. It was the first time I was held by a man. It was the most amazing feeling, his strong arms and hands, his hot breath down my neck, his bulge that got big against me. I melted into a woman needing a man right then and I asked him to take me home and just fuck me silly. When he tried to explain to me that it was a bad idea, I told him not to make excuses, just take me home with him and fuck me.

Well that's what happened and I got pregnant from it and I have a little boy now. I get into his arms all the time and just melt away while he hugs me. He can't give me enough sex, I'm never satisfied. I went from a never had sex girl to an insatiable sex addicted nympho.

I'm Sindee Wing a 36 year old female. I've heard about sexual addiction of course, but nothing to the extent of my level. I feel a need to be sexually aroused at every waking moment of everyday. I have a very active sex life, but it's not enough. I live alone, but even after sex I'll masturbate on the way home, or once the guy leaves. It's not that the men aren't good, most are actually great. Yahoo!

I've been like this from a very young age. It has been an obstacle in every part of my life like, school, work and even church. It seems like my mind is flooded with sexual thoughts and fantasies. A certain word or phrase in the most innocent of conversations will trigger my arousal.

Don't get me wrong, I love sex and my life in general, it's just that I know my mind is not normal. I mean it would be nice to be focused at times on something besides sex. My guilt is not from being with so many different men, but from some of the thoughts that enter my mind (not that they would ever be acted out) and that I masturbate even during church services every Sunday.

Can I really be the only one, with this level of sexual addiction?

Part 3 of my story how exploring with hypnosis I needed to know why I was dreaming of being fucked by dogs. I evolved to being a sex slave to being totally addicted to dog cock and cum. These are my true confessions. Don't judge me.

Every week on schedule the K9 gangbang with Dons poker buddies. And every day I had my Fritz to help keep my lust from going into withdrawal. Spring and Summer had come and gone, then it was time to start working at the hunting lease. Don and one of his co-workers were partners with other hunters on a hunting lease, used mostly for deer hunting with some occassional bird hunts. Don left me at home for the first group meeting of the season to work on the cabins and deer stands. The next weekend he took me with him to the lease. I cleaned and washed things and helped with preparing meals that first day I was there. That evening the guys built a campfire and settled in their chairs near the fire. One of the men piped up "Jan that was a nice show you put on fucking dogs. We watched your porn last week, that is too cool".

Don stood up and announced, "now for your red neck entertainment I present, my bitch".

Don ordered me to assume my position to allow Fritz have his go at me, then he told the group "if you like it you can let your dogs fuck the slut bitch as long as the dogs last". I didn't disappoint, I fucked the dogs without hesitation, begging the studs to fuck me and knot me and make me cum over and over. Those weekends became a regular staple for this perverted entertainment. Don would take me to the hunting lease during hunting season while not having scheduled poker game night with his buddies at home. They would bring their dogs to the lease and we would sometimes have all night gang bang sessions with their dogs. There were 10 men on the lease, but sometimes they would bring guests for the weekend of their fun. I was the submissive sex slave slut and obeyed the demands my lust and Don desired. More men and more dogs using my body, or was I using them? I was addicted and they provided the avenue to fulfill my sexual needs.

One night at the lease all the guys and their dogs were gathered in a circle with a campfire close by. Enjoying the K9 gang bang an unexpected visitor walked up to the camp from the gate of the property. I was involved with getting bitch fucked when a voice said "creative entertainment boys". It was a state trooper that patrolled that part of the county. I wasn't stopping and the trooper asked "you okay ma'am?" I looked at him and said "better than okay, I'm a good bitch". I guess he was surprised seeing the event, but in his laid back demeanor he didn't act shocked or surprised. I thought he might arrest someone but Don talked to officer Ken telling him, "you heard her, she is okay, nobody is forcing her and nobody is forcing the dogs, it's just animal nature". Before leaving the camp officer Ken handed Don a handful of business cards with his personal contact information, telling him "if anyone tries to mess up your entertainment let me know and I'll take care of them". They talked a while and later I found out the officer had another contact that might enjoy having us join them too. I fucked and sucked 15 dogs that night, some of them more than once. It didn't matter to me, I was getting what I craved.

Another trip to the lease for a dogs bitch show, officer Ken came for a visit and talked to the guys about bringing some prospective interested people to the party to introduce themselves. They agreed and told him "by all means, tell them to bring their dogs, the more the merrier". We already had 20 guys attending and Ken showed up with 10 more men including 15 dogs. I fucked and or sucked 35 dogs that night. Some of the dogs missed my target pussy and pounded my asshole. Those men weren't interested in fucking my pussy, but they wanted blowjobs instead. The ones that didn't have me suck them off collected their cum shots in cups for my consumption at the end of the nights entertainment. Did I mention I am addicted to cum in my mouth and down my throat, I fucking love it ... man or dog.

Officer Ken asked Don at some point if he thought I would like donkey dick. The response was "we'll find out", with big laughs. The next day we made a drive to Kens property. Escorted to the donkey pens I became aroused thinking about taking something bigger than I had in the past. I removed my pants and got in the pen with one of the donkeys and talked to him and rubbing him with my hands. Reaching under him finding nice surprise, he started getting firm and his penis emerged from the sheath. I got excited and dropped to my knees putting his tip in my mouth starting to suckle like a hungry baby. I stopped to get my breath and told Ken to bring something to catch any cum I missed. With the donkey on hard I wrapped my arms around his body and threw my legs around his hips. I shouted for someone to put it in my pussy "I'm going to fuck this donkey". I was rocking my body back and forth in a frenzy on my willing subject. That accomplished the men stood back and watched amazed with their mouths hanging open. While I wasn't able to suck off the donkey his sperm was caught in the jug provided by Ken. I got myself out of the pen and asked for the jug of cum, when handed to me I said "CHEERS, breakfast of champions", then chugged the entire contents down. Did I mention, I am addicted to cum?

I could hear the men saying over and over "wow, oh my gawd, gawd daa'um". That was a complement for me.

Well that was fun.

Officer Ken confided in us he had his own private club at his ranch wanting to know if we were interested in performing for his group. Oh yes, that would be great. In fact Ken said we would be paid for services rendered because the members in his group enjoyed the type of quality show I could provide to relieve their sexual tension. All decrete of course because the members included police officers, lawyers, and a few judges. We told Ken to let us know when so we could make arrangements for travel. How about Saturday 2 weeks away.

Sounded good to us.

Ken had a place set up similar to our other K9 sex club with a nice padded platform for me and audience benches all around the arena. We would start at 10 a.m. and would go until the dogs were spent or 6 p.m. when the ranch would close down.

I was surprised there were only 10 men accompanied by some girlfriends or sexual partners, but then I found out Ken had his own kennel adding 20 dogs to the 20 dogs the members had brought for breeding with this human bitch slut. Okay, lets get started. Before lowering my body onto the platform Ken attached nip clips on my nipples adding ball bearings attached with gold chains to the nip clips just to make my titties hang heavy and stretched with the weights. My breasts placed comfortably into the cut out for my tits to hang down, I found the balls weight bounced up and down stimulating my nipple induced orgasms. I never felt sexier in my life.

We proceded in 2 hour shifts letting me break 10 minutes for a drink. I chose tequila shots for my breaks, The tequila gave me a buzz and made me tingle all over. Those guys were high rollers, they were making side bets with each other. Bet on how long each dog would last before giving up his cum, bet on whether the dog would knot and tie my pussy, bets on how long I would last with the doggy freight train experience. I made it through all 40 dogs, some rotated to come back for seconds. I was really proud of my performance. When Ken shut the show down at 6 p.m. I was presented with the steins of dog sperm to drink and my tequila chaser. The members were real gentlemen, they each put $50 bills in an envelope for me as a tip. We made $1500 in just one day.

I could see the wheels in Dons head spinning how we could make this a money making system.

- to be continued -

This is part 2 of my story after learning under hypnosis to find out why I was having dreams of being fucked by dogs. I gave quite a show for my husband after he pressured me about letting a dog fuck me. Be careful what you wish for. I was addicted like a drug addict, I couldn't get enough dog cock and cum. The 5 guys showed up each with their own dogs. Two of them had 2 dogs each, making the total 8 stud dogs. There would be no rest for me that night. Most were shepherds with a couple dobermans. As the entertainment started one of the guys asked, "is she really okay with this?". Don mocked me telling them "she loves it, she loves being the bitch to a good stud cock, just ask her". Repeating to me, "you love being the bitch slut don't you darling?" I moaned Ugh Huh, let them take me.

As each stud mounted me I was moaning with lusty horny ecstasy, repeating things like, "fuck me boy, fuck me hard, I'm a slut for your big dick, don't stop, please don't stop". I was made to feel like I didn't deserve to be satisfied screaming "I'm a bad girl, fuck me fuck me, I'll be good, I promise I'll be good, fill me with cum". With the doggy train going on Don told his buddies, "wait until you see her suck off dog cock like a starving baby on a nipple, it's amazing." Then Don told the guys to turn me over, my arms still restrained over my head as they had me on my back the stretched my knees wide while dog cum leaked from my pussy running down my crack coating my ass the positioned one of the dogs straddle my face with his cock just touching my lips I was able to draw the cock into my mouth giving the cock a big blowjob, and yes I suckled the throbbing shaft to pull his sperm from his swollen balls, swallowing over and over, it seemed like the dog would never quit shooting his jet into my mouth and down my throat. Just as I finished sucking the stud the guys started shooting their own cream across my stomach and breasts. I don't know how many times I was fucked that night because there was only one of me and with 8 dogs, sometimes like in rotation the earliest dogs recovered and took up interest in fucking again. Don was getting his fantasy satisfaction while I received my own lusty fantasy satisfaction. Don was the enabler to my new addiction.

Once a week we entertained the poker party, without cards, the dogs took turns, all winners. Every day not getting banged by the pack of dogs I still had my Fritz and we used each other several times a day. I always saved one session for the evening so Don could participate in our new found kinky sex, sometimes inviting his friend Troy to bring his dog for some relief of sexual tension.

Don started searching for private sex clubs, like swingers did with other couples, but he wanted to join a private club for K9 sex. Two months after becoming my dogs slut bitch Don located a K9 sex club. It was a Saturday, Don told me to get dressed but no underwear, just a sheath dress draping my body. The drive was about 45 minutes we arrived at a farm/ranch in the country. There was a barn where we parked outside, Don kept telling me "this is for you darling, you are going to be the best bitch fuck ever, you'll thank me for this". We entered the barn that was filled with maybe 25 men and a dozen women sitting around a circle in the middle of the big room. Two women approached me telling me to undress so I took off my dress and they took me by each arm leading me to a padded platform where they had me lay face down while they placed cuffs on my wrists and ankles securing me in place. A strap was attached around my forehead and my head was forced back so I was looking eye to eye with the audience. Each dog was announced to the crowd then led over to my vulnerable body completely open and exposed for the mating game. The audience cheered and began to chant "fuck fuck fuck fuck" over and over as my pussy accepted the ready dog cock. Turning my head from side to side I watched the men jacking off their own shafts slow and steady until the dog was like a jack hammer the men kept pace by speeding up their strokes. I fell into my lusty trance begging the stud to " fuck me, fuck me hard, faster, deeper, fill my cunt, I want your cum, make me cum, yes I am cumming". As each stud dismounted from my leaking cunt the stud was escorted to my head that had been pulled back so I could take the dogs cocks into my groaning and panting lips to clean the dripping hot juice leaking from the swollen angry looking dicks. As the next stud thrust inside my cunt my mouth suckled the remnants of their offering from them. Some of the studs would begin hunching in and out of my mouth like they were fucking my face and suddenly they would release a second round of hot cum filling my throat to swallow. My cunt being satiated while my craving for the flavor of dog sperm satisfied my throat. I was in dog cock heaven.

I managed at least 30 dog cocks at the club event. I was released from the special breeding table as one of the attendants asked me if I felt good. "Yes of course I feel wonderful, I wish I could have puppies". She handed me a large beer stein to drink a creamy mass as a reward. It was the dog sperm that had been collected as my cunt leaked their spunk in a steady stream, each one adding to the formula. After I downed the dog sperm I was handed another stein with more creamy mass the attendant said "this is a tribute salute from our audience, bottoms up and enjoy". The men in the audience had collected their cum shots in specimen cups that was combined at the end of the show. "Thank you" and I drank the entire contents.

I put on my dress and said nothing as we left the arena, I walked steadily as cum leaked from my cunt and ran down my legs.

The ride home was casual talk along with some music from the radio. Don asked, "aren't you glad I found a good exclusive club both of us can enjoy?" I told him, "yes darling, it was wonderful, when can we go back?".

Dons demeanor changed, he got what he wanted, a sex slave that happens to be a dog bitch cunt for his enjoyment. He demanded "I am not your darling, I am your master and you are my dog bitch cunt slave. You will perform whenever I want you to without question. You have already proven how much you love being used for sexual satisfaction. You must never say No to me do you understand". I looked at him with tears in my eyes and said "but I am your wife". He retorted, "you are not a wife, you are a slut and I will treat you like the slut you are. A good dog is better than a slut wife. By the way, you put on an award winning performance, you will love the movie."

A week later the movie showed up. Don set up the projector and screen for us to watch together. Before the movie started I was getting more anxious with a horny lust feeling myself oozing my own cum from my pussy. By the time the third stud finished mating the bitch in the film I couldn't control my pelvis, I was moaning and thrusting myself over my own fingers giving myself orgasm after orgasm. I was licking my lips as I watched the bitch sucking dog cock and savoring the creamy cum they provided and started licking and sucking on my cum coated fingers. I was finally able to see the audience and their reactions of that day. The women in the audience were performing on each other and included some of the women sucking on the cocks of the men in the audience. It was a real orgy happening that day. I became so horny watching the movie I wanted to fuck something and suck on some cock, but I was denied that pleasure at the time even though I was begging Don, "please, I need relief". Don said, "No bitch, remember you are my sex slave and you will be rewarded after the movie". During the movie I could see myself like an insatiable animal starving and begging to be punished proclaiming several times "I'm a slutty bitch, hurt me, fuck me harder, fuck me faster, don't stop, please make me cum, take this bitch". I heard the audience chanting "fuck fuck fuck, suck suck suck, fuck her boy, fuck her hard" sometimes I would hear laughter as if they were mocking me while I begged for more. When the movie ended Don called his friend Troy telling him to come over and bring his dogs.

Troy had another male and one female. Troy showed up and my bitch party started for real. First Fritz and I went into our mating performance then one of Troys' cocks smothered my cunt filling my pussy with sperm. Then Don gave me a new surprise. The female dog was in true bitch heat. Don positioned me at the rear of the female and ordered me to lick the bitch pussy. I never imagined such a thing and reluctantly I put my lips on the female and kissed it at first, with Don demanding "get your tongue into it, tongue that bitch cunt, give it a tongue fucking, you want to make her happy". Oh jeezus this dog was menstuating and dripping blood with its cunt swollen it began to open up for my tongue. I found myself sliding my tongue in and out then sucking the oozing juice from the female dog as she would whimper like dogs do when crying ... or was that me whimpering and moaning in lust. After about 5 minutes Don stopped me and he and Troy let his other male stud mount his bitch hoping to make puppies. After the stud dismounted from the bitch Don ordered me to clean the cock. He was saying "suck that bloody cock, hurry and clean it off". The female had gone to the corner to rest her abused pussy, then Troy ordered the female back to attention making her stand in front of me. Don pushed my face into the pussy of the female with her dripping and leaking dog cum and blood mixed together. "Get that tongue in there and clean her out, suck her and make it good". I must have sucked and tongued the heated bitch for 15 minutes. It wasn't bad, I was only happy to be eating the stud sperm as I always had.

It wasn't long after that Troy announced his bitch dog was pregnant. We were all excited awaiting her to drop her new litter. Maybe Don and I would adopt a male from her. After a few weeks her teats began to swell getting ready to have her puppies suckle her milk. One of the visits from Troy he brought the pregnant female and I began to be fascinated with her swollen teats. Troy told me to suckle from his bitch to help her bring on the production of milk. The bitch was very calm allowing me to massage and suck her nipples, I on the other hand became aroused by sucking the female dog teats. I wanted to taste her milk, in my lusty world I grunted, moaned, and twisted and tugged on my own nipples sending myself into another kind of orgasm. I was out of control, I ripped my clothes off, got on my knees and elbows and hovered over the pregnant one going from one nipple to another and another Fritz shoved his cock inside my welcoming cunt while I tortured my own nipples until they were bruised. That night I told Don I wanted my nipples to get large and hard so they would stay pointed all the time. Would sucking them make them do that? Don was excited by the idea so we decided while sleeping he would have one of my nipples in his mouth at all times. After reclining in the bed Don would suck my nipples as hard and long as possible while pulling and twisting the other nipple trying to stretch them. The mornings brought more nipple manipulation. Don sucked one nipple getting it to extend from my body, then wrapped rubber bands around the base of the nipple, thumping them to be sure they wouldn't release from the bands. Then attached clothes pens to the protruding nipples telling me not to remove them all day, I would have to walk around topless for the day. As I moved around the house the pressure on my nipples aroused my perverted lust again. I would be happy for evening when Don would suck my nipples and allow fresh air to cool my numbness.

A few weeks of constant manipulation, twisting, pulling and sucking on my nipples they really did start to grow, sticking out three quarter inches from the aereola they resembled bullets.

What happened to me? I was addicted to this new life style and Don was my enabler. Was I addicted, or had I become a nymphomaniac? The dogs were my drug and I would do anything to get more. I complied and that was that. Dammit, this was not what I planned at all. I came to terms with the condition, there was no point in fighting it, I was getting my fix to this addiction and Don was getting what he wanted.

---- to be continued ---

When I was thirteen, and in the throes of constant hormonal urges, I discovered that my step-mom's father was a pedophile! They sent me to his place in the country, during school recess, with instructions to obey him utterly and instantly, as he was going to summer-school me in mathematics, my grades being so awful! Then they went on a cruise! Grandpa Miller was a small wiry man, a health freak, who was sixty, going on thirty, and a real asshole of a man, who was loud and crude in his behavior and language. I quickly discovered that the punishment for any infraction of his 'rules' was confinement in a big old bag of rubberized canvas, olive drab, and six or seven feet long! "Lessons" took place from outside the bag, and any lack of enthusiasm or cooperation, led to many hours of such confinement! I got over my fear and repulsion quickly, as there was a small zippered opening at my mouth, and another one at my crotch, enabling me to be fed, hydrated and allowed to pee, quite efficiently! Then one day he opened the crotch zipper, pulled my goodies outside, and closed the zipper tight round the roots! Then I discovered the REAL version of what I had been fumbling fruitlessly with! "You like that, eh, you little bastard? Well, get used to it! There's gonna be a LOT of it!" He wasn't exaggerating! There was a whole summer of it! And when he had me thoroughly addicted to this wonderful new discovery, he began pushing HIS erect cock into the zippered opening at my mouth, and I learned very quickly how to suck the invading monster, to his complete satisfaction! Discovered I liked the feeling of this too! The summer passed in a flash, it seemed, and I was returned to the everyday rut, with the comment that I was a real slow learner, and ought to spend every weekend and holiday at his place, being instructed in the finer points of mathematics. My parents were delighted, as it gave them the freedom to go all over, as was their preference! I was delighted, and dreamed all week about the big bag that was almost my second home! Now, fifteen years later, Grandpa Miller is no more, and I am married to a real "controlling bitch" who takes my pay-check, has everything in her name, and revels in her ability to keep me in the same old bag, evenings, weekends, and vacations! I love her to death!

At eighteen, in my first apartment, hornier than hell, and not very attractive to girls, I was in a constant state of arousal and frustration, which masturbation barely allayed. There was a scroungy sort of guy down the hall, who used to bump into me now and again, and he usually said kind of mockingly "Hey junior, want me to tie you up and wank you to death?" Once I was sure what this word meant, I was embarrassed as hell, but my plight was so extreme, one Friday evening I drank a six pack for courage, and went and banged on his door, feeling scared, but excited too. "What?" was all he said. I pushed past him, and said "I'm here to take you up on your offer" before I realized he had company - an older version of him, probably his father. "Sorry!" I said and turned back to the door, but he blocked my exit, and said "Three's company!" with a knowing grin at the older man. "Strip!" he ordered, and I did so wondering if this was all a huge mistake! He went into a closet and emerged with an ancient 'mummy-bag' sleeping-bag dirty, stained, kind of raggedy, and the pair of them forced me into it, and zipped it up, then hauled on the draw-cords until the built-in hood shrank down tight, leaving only an opening about an inch wide, right at my mouth. These cords were wound several times round my neck and knotted, with the zipper tag caught in them. Turned out there was a hole right at my groin, and they pulled my goodies out through it, leaving them exposed and vulnerable. "Okay here we go!" he said mockingly, and fingers fondled, teased, tormented and tortured me mercilessly, for what must have been hours! Then they tossed me onto a bed, and one straddled me, and forced his swollen cock into my mouth, through the small opening in the hood, and made me suck it exactly to his wish. The teasing of my goodies went on endlessly, never enough to let me come, but enough to deaden all my inhibitions, as they took turns in my mouth. I had never imagined anything as hugely exciting as this, and I just wanted it to go on for ever! It actually went on all weekend, without any respite, as they took turns at both ends of me. Since then, I go there, from work, and straight into the smelly old bag, until it's time to clean up for work. I really look forward to three-day weekends, and I've lived with these guys for a year now! I am never going to stop, because I am thoroughly addicted to this now, and just live for another "fix"!