The Persistent Doggy 1 - Sex Stories

The Persistent Doggy 1

... companionship she was craving. Oh! To sit quietly on a sunny afternoon, curled up with a good book, with her big, strong, dog at her feet! That’s what she needed!

She discovered a local pet store was having an adoption event. And, after two full weeks of waiting, today was the day! Elizabeth put on her shoes, shut the door, and drove to the pet store. She parked her car in the huge parking lot and quickly walked to the outdoor pens, filled with friendly, cuddly, dogs!

“Can I help you, Miss?” a young man said to her. Elizabeth couldn’t help but notice his eyes lingering on her breasts.

“Yes, I want a dog,” Elizabeth said, more firmly than she felt inside.

“A big dog, little dog, puppy?” the man asked.

“A big dog, not a puppy. Something to protect me,” she said, and shyly added, “and a companion.”

“Of course!” the man said, “follow me.” The man walked around the pen with the puppies towards the back where the larger dogs were kept. He told Elizabeth the dog’s names, history, and ages as she inspected the available animals. They were all so cute!

“Oh, what about that one!” Elizabeth said, pointing to a large, black and brown animal with dark, piercing eyes. The animal seemed to look right into her soul. Half German Shepard and half Rottweiler.

“Oh, that’s Rascal. You might like him….” The man gave her a sly smile. “He was given up for adoption by an older woman, even though her daughter seemed very distraught over it. She mentioned Rascal is quite ...

... friendly with the ladies. ‘Too friendly’, she had said. But, when her daughter went away to college, he proved to be too much for her to handle.” He winked at Elizabeth.

“Oh! I want a friendly dog!” Elizabeth replied, oblivious to the man’s inuendo. “I’ve always been a little afraid of dogs!” She quickly stepped closer to the pen. Rascal walked up to her and she petted him happily. Then, he began to lick her hand. “Oh, stop that doggy!” she said.

“He likes you,” another voice said behind her. Elizabeth turned to see an older man leering at her body, like all men seemed to do. He unashamedly looked her up and down.

“Hmmph!” Elizabeth said, “I’ll not have a filthy, slobbery dog that licks my hand! How nasty!”

“Oh, he’s just being friendly!” the man said, “Besides, I heard you say you liked friendly dogs, and, if you treat him real nice, he might want to lick some other things besides your hand, isn’t that right boy?” The man took a step towards Elizabeth and the dog.

Elizabeth didn’t understand what the man was implying, she certainly didn’t want a nasty dog licking her hands, or face, or anything else! She gave the dog a pat on the head and ruffled his ears and began to walk away to look at other dogs, when the man reached around her body to pet the dog, effectively pinning her against him and the cage. She could feel the man’s crotch rubbing against her thigh as he pressed up against her. She felt the cold metal cage pressed against her ass.

The man was too close ...