My family used to breed Spaniels on an acreage, and we kept the boys in a seperate building we called the kennel. Once I was left alone for a few hours, the whole farm to myself, which of course meant as soon as everyone left I cleaned myself and made a b-line for the kennel eager for a fucking. The boys each had their own outside and inside runs, and since it was a nice day they were all locked out. McGee, my favourite and the most eager/horny of them, had an outdoor doghouse in his run that I could just squeeze into- making a perfect cozy place to lie down and get fucked and knotted missionary without being too conspicuous. After our steamy knotting session he pulled out and I was licking his cock when I heard voices; we both immediately panicked and McGee ran out from the doghouse with a fully knotted cock. Both my dad and sister had come looking for me after they had gotten back, and after I had clambered out of the doghouse they asked what I was doing and I said McGee had gotten himself stuck somehow- its all I could think of. They didn't question me further, and thinking back on it a few weeks later I laughed at how I basically hadn't lied- McGee had definitely been stuck inside something, but he eventually freed himself
I think of that moment from time to time, how my mouth and face were probably covered in dog cum while trying to explain myself.
I miss dearly the feeling of completely submitting my body to the raw sexual desire of an animal.