The Persistent Doggy 1 - Sex Stories

The Persistent Doggy 1

... supplies. Finished, she admired him from the window as he sniffed and explored his new yard.

The dog was sleek looking, almost sexy, to her mind. And, he was very animalistic. She admired his strength and aggressiveness. It was odd that she hadn’t notice his large his ball sack before, or maybe she did, and didn’t pay it any mind. It is not something a lady like herself was supposed to notice.

Subconsciously, she recalled how heavy her husband’s balls felt, the one time she had handled them. She knew doggy’s balls would be so much heavier! She watched them sway back and forth as he romped in the grass. Then, she noticed his sheath. It was long and thick underneath his belly. She shuddered and turned away, and once again denied any lustful feelings with a shake of her pretty hair.

She let Rascal into the house, and after a few playful tugs of his new toy, and some scritches behind his ears, she made him lie down while she curled up in her favorite chair to read a book. She glanced over at him to find him licking his cock and balls. His pink, little, penis was poking out!

“Uggghhh!” she thought. “Another horny male in her house!”

She remembered the marriage counselor agreeing with her husband about a man having ‘needs.’ That was why she let him use her vagina once a week. She found herself staring at Rascal’s penis and heavy balls.

Elizabeth briefly thought of how it would feel to be an animal. To strut around the house naked and feel her breasts swinging ...

... free! To have her nipples harden in the breeze, and to grope her breasts whenever she wanted to. And, to let her pussy drip with desire. And rub it, and slip her fingers inside her wet cunt! After all, there was no one to see her and judge her. No one would know what a slut she was. Only her doggy, and he couldn’t tell. Oh, to be like doggy! He could flaunt his horniness while she denied hers!

Her body betrayed her once again, and she started getting wet between her legs. She recalled the good feelings she occasionally had while making love to her husband. Feelings she tried to suppress, though she did moan out loud once, to her surprise. Her mind wandered from one sexy thought to another, her arousal growing.

Rascal soon smelled her heat, and stood up to investigate. He walked over to his new mistress and pressed his heavy, hairy, snout onto her thigh.

“Oh! Well, hello, doggy. Do you need some attention?” She began to stroke his head and scratch his ears. “I guess this is all very strange to you, having a new master, and being in a new home.”

Rascal smiled at her.

“You were a very good boy today doggy, saving me from that bad, bad, man!”

Rascal licked her hand, snaking his long, wet, tongue out of his mouth and licking her, in what she assumed was gratitude. She tried to move her hand away, but he continued to lick it, chasing after it with his long tongue; licking her palm, her wrist, and her fingers.

“I guess we both rescued each other today, didn’t we ...