Raj cocks his head to one side, the fur around the dog’s neck bristling while its bushy tail wagged from left to right. The German shepherd is a handsome animal. Stretching its forepaws before it and yawning, the big animal straightens and trots over to her. Kerryn bends, rubbing her fingertips through the thick fur and feeling the dog’s nose nuzzling her breasts.
“Good, boy. I don’t know what I’d do without you, Raj.”
The German shepherd gazes at her, whining through its nose while shaking its body from side to side. Reaching up, the friendly animal put one paw over her left arm, its claws barely scratching her flesh.
“That’s it, boy,” she said while pressing one cheek against the dog’s warm fur and smiling dreamily at the wall.
The German shepherd is one friend she will always have. Raj will be around, if for nothing else, for the food.
“That’s enough, boy.”
Kerryn stops, screwing up her eyes and wondering what she has to do on earth. Nothing. Nothing. Her life had turned into a large zero, and now she’s home alone with this animal with nothing to do. The vodka, of course. She had the vodka to drink. Standing, she began moving toward the bureau where she stored her drinks, feeling the sexy rub of her pussy lips. Strangely, the tingling that had gone away earlier is now more intense than ever. She will have to have several more drinks to quench the fire that, for some reason, flared again around her twitching clitoris.
“Ah, what on earth’s the matter with you, Raj?”
The big animal had followed her to the bureau, rubbing its body against her sides. Kerryn likes that feeling and smiles. But the woman feels uneasy when the dog presses its cold snout against her ankles, calves, and on her thighs.
“No, Raj, that’s not nice.”
She slaps the dog as she makes herself a vodka tonic. Turning around, she’s about to move into the TV room when Kerryn feels the dog’s nose slide between her thighs and bump the underside of her mound. It is too much. Kerryn moves back, her legs banging against the tall chairs in front of the bar.
“Stop it, Raj. No, bad dog.”
She points a warning finger at the dog and pushes a few stray strands of hair from her face. But the animal discovered something about her she hadn’t even guessed. The German shepherd is after her now, and she can feel the dog’s hot breath on her inner thighs. That puffing breath made Kerryn feel oddly giddy. ‘Is it because the animal is exciting me sexually?’ she wonders. The thought flashes in her mind, making her gasp at the idea. Kerryn steadies herself against the bureau, knowing she isn’t that kind of woman in her heart. She isn’t the sort of slut who bends down and offers her bare ass to a dog, an animal. Kerryn moves back toward the living room, overturning a pot plant in her haste.
“Raj, get back.”
Grabbing her drink, Kerryn rushes from the living room, feeling the icy liquid spill onto her wrist and arm. She has to get away from this dog. Something very wrong is happening, something vaguely attractive to the woman.
“No, Raj, no, get away from me. Oh, you filthy animal,” Kerryn cries.
She feels her throat tightening as the big German shepherd bumps its snout against her thighs. The dog’s pressing closely behind her now, drawing its tongue along her left calf. Kerryn feels herself grow weak again, her shoulders shaking while her fingers loosen around her glass.
‘This is awful, simply terrible. I have to get away from this dog, or God knows what will happen. I will have to get another drink too.’
Kerryn has already spilled most of this drink on the floor because the dog surprised her. She gazes behind her. Raj is there, his tongue hanging from the right corner of his mouth. The dog’s gray eyes sparkled with mischief. Kerryn would have sworn it was laughing at her if she hadn’t known better. ‘No,’ she shook her head. The woman wonders if she’s losing her mind. ‘Maybe a walk in the garden behind the house will help.’
“Get away, Raj.”
The German shepherd cornered her, blocking her way from the living room.
“This is silly,” she said.
Nothing has cornered her. She can simply walk from the room as she’d done many times before. The German shepherd doesn’t have a gun. Stiffening her spine, Kerryn moves with purpose, her dress brushing past the dog’s nose. When she feels the dog swarming around her legs, pushing its snout against the sheer nylon of her panties, Kerryn realizes she has made a mistake. The sensation of the material shoved between the puffy lips of her pussy makes her shiver even more.
The glass slips from her fingers. It hits the floor, the tiny ice cubes spilling from the glass and skittering across the beige carpeting. ‘Why am I so weak?’ Kerryn wonders. The more the animal touches her, the more she feels like falling to the floor. Kerryn steadies herself against the wall. She will have to leave this room if she doesn’t want to do something unnatural. The dog, yes, the dog was making her sexually high. She feels her pussy muscles aching, tensing, getting ready for a fucking.
It was the same feeling she experienced when her ex-husband stroked her pussy just before mounting her. There is that hard, swelling ball of heat in her belly. She’s panting now as heavily as the animal’s still swarming around her feet. Her nipples are like two tiny rocks, itchy and scraping against the soft white material of her blouse.
Kerryn gasps, frantically grabbing at the light fixture mounted on the wall. Raj is there, butting her thighs further apart with a proud head. The German shepherd is under her skirt, drawing its tongue over her thighs, then moving around and licking its maw over her ass cheeks. Kerryn feels the silken material of her panties soak quickly through. ‘Spit. Doggie spit.’ Raj’s saliva is slicking her down. Closing her eyes, the woman tries to drive the facts from her mind. ‘It’s only a tongue, just a maw touching me down there,’ she thought. But can she ignore it, accept it, as she stands there gasping against the wall?
Kerryn barely manages to get that word out. She thinks of her job. The responsibility of running a multi-billion dollar company is getting to her, but she can’t admit it.
‘What on earth am I thinking?’ she wonders.
Again, Kerryn twists about, slapping downward at the beast. But everywhere she strikes, the dog manages to duck, moving around her legs, its tail tickling her thighs while its tongue slurps around her pussy. She can feel the dog brushing regularly against her panties, wetting the material, making it stick to her hot, swollen pussy lips. Kerryn moves back, and both hands press palm down against the wall, her fingernails scrape hard over the smooth plaster. She can’t get the dog out from under her legs. The German shepherd seems to be everywhere at once, its tongue touching all the right places and making it difficult for her to think.
“Oh, oh, no, God, no….”
It has to stop. It just has to. Kerryn can’t let the animal continue licking her this way, drawing its tongue up her thighs and wetting her pussy. Kerryn stumbles away from the doorway. Both hands stretch toward the back of the sofa. She keeps kicking at the pursuing beast, catching her sandals around the coffee table, up-ending it. The dog skitters away, barking nervously at the spilling magazines and candy dish. Kerryn nearly steps on the glass, glancing around for something, anything she can use to protect herself from the animal. Nothing. She has nothing other than her commanding voice. But that’s something the attractive blonde woman can’t find.
Kerryn’s on the couch, her legs spread wide. Her sandals have slipped off, and her skirt hikes above her knees. The dog stands between her legs, pushing her skirt even further. Kerryn tries to raise one hand and bring it down hard against Raj’s snout. But the German shepherd is growling at her, its ears pinning back while its eyes slit nastily. Never before has it looked so much like a wolf about to pounce for the kill. Kerryn brings her hand down slowly, her heart pounding so hard in her chest that she thinks it’ll surely tear through her ribcage. The terrified woman can almost feel those long straight fangs tearing her flesh, ripping into her throat.
“Raj, please, just go away. Please, just leave me alone,” Kerryn whispers.
She’s pressing her sweaty-damp palms against her thighs, feeling the pussy juice oozing from that moist hole between her legs. She can feel every inch of her body pressing against the couch, against the dog’s maw. It is awful, unreal. Never, never before has she even thought about doing something like this. But there she was, her legs spread even further apart, her ass cheeks pillowing against the bottom cushion of the sofa as the dog began licking her thighs again.
“Ugh, no, no, don’t, don’t do this to me, Raj. Don’t, oh, I can’t stop it.”
Her head falls back, and her skirt pushes up a little higher. Raj sees her defenses are down and goes to the object of desire. The sudden, scalding wet pressure of the dog’s tongue as it peels her pussy lips apart nearly sends Kerryn unconscious. She hadn’t felt anything this lovely, this all-encompassing, for years. The dog growls low in its throat, bracing its paws against the sofa, and pushes in. Her knees are trembling, drawing together, rubbing against the dog’s proud head.
“Oh, oh, no, this is awful, horrible.”
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