I'm 23, a lesbian, and have been living with my older (she's 31) girlfriend for two years. I always was aware, from a very early age, that I was into girls. However, being raised in a fiercely religious household, with extremely conservative views, left me no choice but to conceal and guard my sexuality. As was proven later, my parents would never have tolerated it.

So, as to appear "normal," I dated two boys during high school. I hated every minute of it. They were just "beards" to please my parents. Thankfully, knowing my parents' ideas/wishes of an ideal prospective husband (omg! literally makes me want to heave) - they are total ZEALOTS - I chose wisely. Exactly what I knew they would like: one a son of a family friend and the other a good church boy. Besides an awkward kiss, nothing else transpired sexually with either. I had absolutely zero interest.

After I finished school, I found a job and excelled at it. Having become fairly financially independent, and sharing an apartment with a friend, - I could relax and live like I knew I wanted to. I met the coolest girl and she became my first love.

Loving and having sex with another girl (she was so pretty and gentle) was better than I could of dreamed of. I couldn't take the lying anymore and came out to my parents. It was a disaster and they disowned me. Even going to the extreme of cutting of any contact with my siblings. It's been four years...

My first relationship didn't work out and I was completely heartbroken. On the rebound, I hooked up with a lot of girls.

Then, I met Stacey. She's an enigma, in that besides being a brunette (I'm blonde and have always liked darker haired girls), she wasn't my type. But she's got rizz and eventually I found myself really into her. Her parents are great, excepting her sexuality and me. They're actually top notch people. Stacey, comes from a wealthy family with a very successful business and is spoilt to a fault. She has her own place and is very good to me.

Three months ago, her parents went on a trip to Europe and we house sat. One night we were drinking expensive wine, whilst I was on my phone and she on the laptop. She had earphones in, so I had no clue what she was watching. At one stage, I glanced up, and she was STARING at me. I know her too well. When she has that look - cheeks flushed and ears burning scarlet - she wants me. I giggled and said, "What?". The girl bit down on her lip, and responded, "Babe, come here...", whilst patting the seat on the couch next to her.

I did, and I was fucking shocked. I literally froze, as she carefully placed one of the earphone nodules in my socket. I was able to hear the girl (a blonde) screaming as a dog fucked her in a frenzy. I was like ashen, and when the dog started thrashing and whining, with his cum splattering all over the place - I said, "Nah dude, Ew WTF!"

Having moved slightly away from her, I was startled by her reaction. She was literally loving my response. Her hands were like trembling. I raised an eyebrow and looked at her incredulously when she said straight out, "I so want you to do it. Please, will you?...P..please...".

I sat there dazed - grabbed her wine glass and emptied it when the realization hit: a) she was deadly serious and b) her parents had to Rottweilers as guard dogs outside that literally scared the living shit out of me. I just knew she wanted me to be there target.

She carried on about it for three days. What was said will take too long to type. But she was just so insistent. The third night, as I was finishing, she worked on me and spoke about how she wanted the dog duo to rail me. ngl, but her own excitement over what she was saying made me giddy. The way she was debasing me, made me orgasm so that I was left in a perspiring and gasping heap.

I relented the next night, we spoke about it in detail throughout the day, and she reassured me it would be fine - she'd done it before, but only once. I knew she had been with men, but a fucking dog, omg!

I showered and came out of the bathroom in a white satin gown. We had both been drinking tequila and she poured us two quick shots. Her excitement was palpable and at a crescendo when she said, "Bae, i'm gonna fetch one...". All I could respond was, ''Wait, I need to dry my hair!". She didn't want to know and just said, "It's cool it'll dry. Promise, like I told you, I'll muzzle him..."

I was so nervous that I paced the room with the bottle. I even thought of leaving.

I will post the rest tomorrow. I swear I will. x