Miss Abigail Heath was of severely old age, but still managed to find the time and effort to walk her beloved service dog, Gordy. Gordy was a Labrador Retriever mix, and possessed uncanny intelligence for a canine. Since he was a young pup, the diligent dog had excelled at the diligent and rigorous service animal training program. After graduating the program, Gordy had been placed into the elderly Abigail's life well over a decade ago. The loving pooch brought new vitality into the old woman's life, and helped her defy the doctor's predictions. She owed his daily walks to preserving her mobility and managing her blood pressure.
Abigail was never hurried by her canine companion, as Gordy calmly waited for her to extend his leash's range. The dark-haired dog eagerly sniffed at the sidewalk cracks, as an inexplicable and miraculous event transpired. Heath clutched at her necklace, gasping aloud, as a glowing nimbus of light suddenly appeared before the pair. To the aging, religious woman's delight, none other than Jesus Christ himself appeared, gracefully descending from the clouds down the glowing spot of heavenly illumination. Her decrepit heart rattled in joy, as Jesus spoke aloud, "Hello, my faithful children. I have come to bequeath a divine benediction to you both, for your lifetimes of illustrious deeds."
Even Gordy could feel the radiating, benevolent presence of this prophesied figure, who bent down to address the leashed dog. "Good Gordy, disciplined dog of our Lord, your faith and perserverence to live a life of service has not gone unnoticed. Go free, great canine, with this enchanted leash which will extend your age, and grant you incredible powers of luck and attraction." As Jesus replaced the dog's leash with a glowing, golden collar, appearing like a halo, Abigail gushed with questions for the divine figure. Jesus stood up, and tenderly shushed the awestruck elder with a finger to her whiskered lips, saying, "Abigail Heath, I know you have many questions, and I have answers for you. Come along with me, Abigail, follow me into this alley here, and I'll give you a benediction alright. Trot off now, Gordy, I'll handle things from here on out."
On Christ's command, the dog began padding along down the block, as Jesus hurriedly lead the confused, old woman into a dark and dingy alley by the isolated street. Gordy enjoyed the feeling of his new collar, very much preferring it to his previous nylon leash. The simple canine could feel his health and youthful vigor returning, as he happily trotted down the lane on his padded paws. The dog could notice that people were staring at him strangely, especially the women who passed by the shaggy canine. Girls in particular seemed oddly distracted by the hound's mere presence, which produced an instinctual, intoxicating longing.
Gordy himself felt a certain youthful desire return to his canine loins, as he took notice of the human women around him. The steadfast pooch had been raised around humans his whole life, and had developed attractions and preferences for the human form above all else. When a passing woman in a tight, black dress passed by Gordy, she became so overcome by her proximity to his enchanted collar, that she immediately bent over and began affectionately petting at the dark-furred dog. Gordy happily returned the affection, licking at the woman's made-up, dusky face. To the dog's surprise, the woman did not recoil or push him away, but seemed unusually reciprocal to his slobbery affections, wantonly opening her mouth and allowing his soft, flat tongue to explore between her parted lips. Her hands crept around the back of Gordy's furry neck, drawing his muzzle close to her lips, as the entranced lady's delicate fingers massaged against Gordy's silky, black coat.
Passing strangers seemed perplexed, and a bit mortified, at the increasingly intimate display of their fellow human female. As they walked by, one man even blurted out loud with disgust, "Are you kissing your dog in public?!" A young girl, who was walking with her mother by that same alleyway, giggled audibly in response. The woman, who's name was Heather Laney, ignored the gasps and stares of passerby. She just continued intently running her hands along the large dog's frame, her slobber-soaked mouth still hanging open invitingly before the dark-furred pooch's snout.
Heather's firm, passionate touch increasingly stimulated the joyful canine, who began excitedly rearing up at her chest, barking anxiously as he then trotted around her. Gordy had taken a liking to the lewd attention of this beautiful stranger, and soon he heaved over onto the woman's clothed back, trying to work into a perfect mating position while straddling the woman's hips with his paws. Their bodies pressed together intimately, and Gordy instinctively opened his long jaws and gave a heated whine of arousal. Heather instantly took note of his intentions, and wasted no time before submissively pressing down onto the dirty asphalt pavement. The dog slid forward slightly, his furry chest settling against Heather's back as she reached back to pull her short skirt upward for better access. With both hands on the hem of her dress, she hiked it upwards until she could lower her panties from under the dress' material. Once unblocked by her garments, she guided her rump under the animal's shaggy pelvis, lifting him up slightly and hooking him into place. Gordy immediately began humping at Heather with incredible exuberance, the amped-up pooch barking with lustful energy at every thrust.
Passing people tried to ignore the obscene display of bestiality taking place in open sight on the public sidewalk, but some couldn't help their curiosity. Some walked quickly ahead so they wouldn't have to look upon such an embarrassing spectacle any longer. Several people began surreptitiously recording the events on their camera phones. Heather couldn't help but moan out as Gordy's canine tip inquisitively poked around between her legs. She then looked behind her to see several more pairs of eyes staring at her rear end, all of which seemed somewhat fascinated at the sight of the dog's swelling, red doghood jabbing clumsily at her cunt lips in search of a suitable target. Her pussy was indeed quite wet with anticipation, and she squirmed back and forth underneath Gordy with eager desire. "Mmmm, yes," Heather whispered hoarsely as Gordy's muzzle pressed into the side of her cheek, tickling her ear lobe with his warm tongue. The affectionate hound nuzzled gently into his mistress' neck as he worked himself closer to her throbbing womanhood. Heather gasped audibly when she felt his spurting canine head hit home, making her vaginal walls shudder and spasm as Gordy immediately drove hard against her backside. His powerful thrusts forced her breasts outwards, straining them against the tight confines of her dress until they spilled free and bounced in rhythm with each humping pound of Gordy's fluffy hips.
The dog's front paws clutched firmly at the smooth fabric of Heather's dress as her hips held him slightly aloft, his hindpaws scrabbling against her bare thighs. As Gordy began barking loudly in pleasure again, Heather had to grit her teeth against the animal's vigorous barking that was so close to the sound of human laughter. His canine phallus was emitting continuous bursts of watery semen, spraying deep inside of her tender tunnel like a fountain. Each spurt flooded the depths of her most private part, filling up every crevice from within. It started to drench out of her labial lips, forcing it to drip down onto the filthy pavement below. A loud, squelching noise filled the air as the fluid sloshed and spread outward around their bodies with copious amounts dripping down onto their dirty shoes and ankles. Heather groaned at the sensation, trying to push back harder into Gordy's engorging member as he repeatedly spewed his hot seed into her vagina.
Heather tried to ignore the feeling of his claws on her exposed inner thigh, but could feel them rake softly against her flesh as he jubilantly humped against her, snuggling in close to her back as he licked her neck and face hungrily while he embedded himself. Heather could feel a bulge forming in the base of Gordy's long shaft, where his knot grew larger and tighter within her as his cock continued gushing out its sticky nectar. She was forced to grunt as Gordy's cum-sodden knot lodged itself more tightly into the tight confines of her vaginal cavity. The large dog seemed incredibly excited by this fact, and began barking loudly in triumph as the pair became tightly locked together in an obscenely intimate embrace.
"Oh, yes! Yes!!" Heather moaned, raising and curling her arm around the dog's thick, shaggy neck as he panted against the side of her face. "Oh, fuck me, you're a really big dog, aren't you?"
The dark hound happily complied, bucking his hips with even greater vigor against her lowered backside. His heavy, furry balls slapped against her bare bottom with a smacking sound, each blow sending another burst of liquid sperm deep into the woman's spasming pussy. A veritable crowd had formed, gaping in fascinated horror at the passionate bestiality taking place right before them. Gordy's tail raised up, revealing Heather's sodden, glistening ass to everyone as she let out several sharp cries. She turned around to look at the growing audience around them, and felt herself becoming flushed as she noticed just how many eyes were staring intently and greedily down upon her body. Gordy's knot had swollen to immense proportions within her folds, and was visibly bulging against her skin. Her cunt was literally soaked from top to bottom with warm semen that dribbled down over her inner thighs, splashing onto the grimy concrete below.
Despite the knot's incredible circumference, Gordy had still managed to plug most of it into the soft, pink depths of his mistress' wet channel. The narrow base of his doghood was nestled snugly in the opening of her vagina, making it impossible for him to be pulled back out without much effort. Even if he did try and pull away, he was simply too firmly embedded inside of her to make a quick escape now. Heather knew that she would not be able to walk for hours after being mounted like this by the large hound. She tried to adjust around the huge, warm lump protruding through her vulva so as to move more freely about, but couldn't manage to shift about much while keeping pace with the hound as he eagerly humped against her. She gritted her teeth as his powerful hips kept thrusting forward forcefully against her rear end. With each jolt, her pendulous breasts swung against the rough pavement beneath her with maddening regularity, rubbing against her bare skin.
"Mmmm, fuck yes! That's good dog!" Heather moaned breathlessly, leaning back into his feisty surges every time, the compelling force of the dog's enchanted collar urging her to comply and copulate with wild abandon. His fuzzy, dark face looked incredibly handsome to her at that moment, and she reached up to playfully pinch his fluffy ears and muzzle affectionately. "Oh God... your knot feels really big. You're a really special puppy, aren't you?"
Heather could feel the girthy appendage spreading her vaginal walls open even further, as her feminine lips sealed wetly around the narrow base of Gordy's swollen member. The woman had never felt anything quite like it before, such an enormous canine phallus stretching out into the deepest reaches of her passageway. It made her clench tightly around him instinctively, gripping him so firmly within her that she had no doubt he would stay lodged deep within until entirely deflated and spent. Gordy's dog seed continuously sloshed out from around his knot, spurting out from Heather's nethers. The watching crowd gasped as thin semen began spraying everywhere from her gaping pussy and dripping down from her glistening labia onto the concrete. A few people hurriedly turned away, covering their eyes in disgust at the obscene spectacle being played out in front of them.
The excitement caused by their coupling eventually attracted the police, but Gordy's magical collar began activating with lucky energy to help avert