The Persistent Doggy 1 - Sex Stories

The Persistent Doggy 1

... doggy?” She looked at him. “I guess you can lick my hand if you really, really, want to. I owe you that much.” There was something comforting about it. She watched his tongue curl around her fingers. She shivered. ‘Are all dog’s tongues that long?’ she wondered, before reminding herself to wash her hands before making dinner.

Elizabeth soon returned to her reading, while Doggy continued his rhythmic licking. It was very relaxing and almost therapeutic. And, if she would admit it, a little arousing…

The two of them passed the time, with Elizabeth reading her book, and Rascal comforting her. Soon, it was time for bed, and Rascal followed her into the bedroom.

Elizebeth began to remove her clothes, but first paused, and looked at her dog. “Hmmm, no harm in you seeing me naked, is there, doggy?”

She wiggled out of her skirt and took off her blouse, hanging up her clothes. Then, she removed her tight bra.

“Ahhhhhh!” Elizabeth sighed. It felt so good to remove her bra before going to bed. It was the one time she allowed her breasts to be free. She grabbed her tits and ran her fingers under and around her ponderous globes. “Mmmmmm, mmmmm!” she moaned.

Elizabeth’s bra had fallen off the bed, and when she bent over to pick it up, her breasts swinging free, she felt a cold ‘poke’ against her ass!

“Doggy!” Elizabeth cried, surprised. “Don’t do that!” It was a good thing she was wearing panties, or the dog’s nose would have pressed right up against her pussy! She ...

... quickly slipped on her flannel nightgown, occasionally glancing at her amorous dog, feeling very exposed and vulnerable.

Elizabeth turned off the bedroom light and got into bed. As she lay there, a naughty thought briefly crossed her consciousness. Her wet pussy and a strange desire made her consider slipping her fingers down between her legs and explore her wet folds. She quickly dismissed the idea, she was a lady, not a wanton harlot.

As Elizabeth laid in bed, stifling her desires, she felt the bed shake and wobble.

“What?” Then she felt heavy mass of her new companion stepping around her bed as he examined his new sleeping location.

“Doggy!” she yelled. “Doggy, get down!”

Rascal ignored her. He padded around the bed, sniffing and walking in tight circles before plopping down next to her.

“Ooof!” Elizabeth exclaimed, as his heavy weight jostled her. She pushed Rascal. He didn’t move. “Get down!” she said. No response. His body pressed against her, pinning her under the blankets.

“Please, Doggy. Get off of me!” Rascal only sighed, snorted, and made himself more comfortable.

Resigned and defeated, with Rascal lying next to her, she closed her eyes and tried to sleep.

After hearing his heavy breathing and feeling his warmth against her, Elizabeth thought, ‘This is nice.’ She was always cold at night, and Rascal’s body was comforting and warm. She recalled her ex-husband’s body heat, but snuggling up to him always ended up with an unwanted sexual ...