The Persistent Doggy 2 - Sex Stories

The Persistent Doggy 2

... to make Rascal wait any longer, left her bedroom wearing nothing underneath her robe. She felt free - almost naughty - walking around without her panties and heavy nightgown.

She ordered Rascal outside while she fixed his breakfast. It pleased her to think he was actually listening to her, though he probably had to go out anyway. After letting him back in, and telling him to eat, she sat at the kitchen table to drink her morning coffee.

Elizabeth contemplated the night before. Surprisingly, she was not repulsed. Doggy was just a stupid, inquisitive, animal, doing what nature demanded of him. She was sure if he were in the wild with a pack of dogs, they would be licking each other’s genitals, sniffing butts, and having intercourse constantly. The image strangely made her pussy tingle. Her mind wandered... She imagined what it would be like to be a wild animal! Fornicating whenever the urge come upon her. No worries about what people or society felt. Freedom! Freedom to have those glorious feelings again and again!

She tried to rationalize the events. It wasn’t her fault the animal had taking advantage of her. She had tried to stop him. And, he couldn’t help his animalistic tendencies. It was part of his nature - the need to procreate, without all the societal-induced emotional baggage. The image of Rascal having intercourse with her suddenly flashed into her mind. She felt her pussy getting wet. That will never happen, she vowed, but still, the image was ...

... arousing.

Elizabeth opened her legs and slid her hand towards her slit. She fingered herself and felt her wetness. She inspected her slick finger and sniffed it. It didn’t smell repulsive at all. She expected it to be a little fishy, but it smelled fresh, maybe a little earthy and musky. She wondered why her doggy found it so intoxicating? Dare she taste it?

Well, she should try to understand why Doggy loved it so. She gave it a lick. It wasn’t horrible. It was a little salty and slippery, and it didn’t taste at all like pee. No wonder he liked it.

At that moment, she heard Doggy’s toe-nails clicking on her tiled floor. He came up to her and put his chin on her leg, as if thanking her for breakfast.

“Good morning, Doggy!” Elizabeth said, petting him. “You were very, very, naughty last night!” She then recited her prepared speech. “We can’t let that happen again, Doggy. I’m in charge here, and you are going to listen to me from now on.”

Rascal panted, showing off his white teeth and long, pink, tongue.

Sensing something, he inspected her finger, still wet from her pussy. He licked it. Then, he licked it again, repeatedly.

“No!” Elizabeth pulled her had away quickly, ready to scold him. Then, her demeaner softened. “I should call you Licker, not Doggy,” she said, pretending to be angry.

Not having her hand to lick any longer, Rascal searched for her odiferous pussy. Before she could react, he slipped his inquisitive nose between the opening of her robe.

Elizabeth ...