Paul Gable - The family_s loving pet

"Here, let me get you some of your favorite," she said in a childish voice.

Janet was standing on tip-toes, reaching into one of the higher kitchen cabinets when she felt Bodego's nose brush over her right ankle.

"Ohhhh…"

She jerked back, nearly falling on her buttocks. Several cans of dogfood spilled from the upper shelf, hitting the floor and rolling helter-skelter around the kitchen.

Why had she reacted that way? Why was she holding her stomach like that? Why had her cunt gone into tremors of need?

Bodego was still standing there, his stubby tail no longer wagging back and forth so rapidly. His fuzzy head was tilted to one side, those beautiful dark brown eyes rolled up to her, looking at her questioningly. Half-formed terrible ideas were starting to float through her mind. No, no, she wouldn't even dare entertain what she guessed she was thinking about. It was too sick, too awful even to ponder.

"Just wait, just wait…"

Janet was panting, actually panting with excitement. Of course it wasn't the dog's fault. Perhaps a cold shower, a session in bed with her more than experienced fingers would take the edge off once more.

"I'll be back," Janet said, turning and walking from the kitchen.

But then something strange happened, something even years later Janet would never be able to explain. Bodego followed her out, his head down low, his nostrils quivering as he picked up the scent of her overheated cunt. It wasn't until she reached the stairs that Janet realized what was happening. The idea that he was smelling her, scouting her out as if she were a neighborhood bitch horrified her. The woman wanted to grab something and throw it at him. Instead she stopped by the landing, her fingers gripping tightly onto the dark mahogany railing.

"Go!" she said, frowning while pointing a finger at him.

At first it seemed to work. Bodego whimpered, starting to turn around and walk toward the kitchen. Then he stopped, then turned back.

Janet felt panic grip her throat and heart. "Bad dog! I said go, or you won't get any dinner."

He stopped again, his large woolly body trembling with excitement. The big brown Airedale seemed to be considering his options. The smell of her pussy was too strong for him to ignore. He was going to risk everything to lick a taste of that tempting hot food between his mistress' legs.

"No!"

He was swarming around her legs, nosing up her dress, dragging his hot tongue over her flesh.

"Stop it. Don't touch me like that! Ohhh, don't!"

Her voice was quickly losing its conviction. Her fingers were loosening on the handrailing as Bodego pressed against her legs. Hot flashes raced up and down her thighs. Her cunt tensed up and grew wet while bolts of excitement made every square inch of her body incredibly sensitive to the slightest touch.

Bodego kept on licking, dragging his tongue around her toes, then moving it over the tops of her feet, up to her ankles, then to the soft spots behind her knees. It was devastating! Janet felt her flesh being washed down by that hot doggie spit! The touch of his tongue, the rub of his snout against her skin was turning her into some kind of depraved whore who would do anything. Nothing in her life had prepared her for this. Even with all the experimenting she and her ex-husband had done in the sack, nothing had ever indicated that a dog would turn her on.

"Oh no, no!"

She drew both hands over her face, pressing fingertips against her forehead. It was wrong, so wrong to be doing this!

Janet leaned heavily against the handrail, struggling for breath. She felt the hem of her dress growing wet with Bodego's spit. He was becoming more and more excited. Janet shook her head from side to side.

"Horrible, beastly animal!" she muttered, kicking out at the dog.

Janet turned and started to climb the stairs. Halfway up, she had to stop. Her fingers gripped the polished handrail tightly again. The subtle rubbing of her cuntlips against one another as she mounted the stairs drove her half mad. More juice seeped out, wetting the nylon crotch panel of her briefs. The soaked material clung teasingly to her cuntlips, rubbing against the moist folds and hollows of her pussy. Yes, it would have to be a very cold shower, a long session in bed with her fingers to take care of this attack.

"What? Stay, stay, bad dog!"

Bodego had followed her up the stairs, until she had reached the upstairs landing. There her pussy was fair game once more. He was rubbing against her, licking her ankles, nosing up her thighs. A thought raced through her mind. What if Shari and Wendy were to come home, throw open the front door and find her rolling around on the floor naked with the dog!

Naked! What was she thinking of!

"Get away!"

Janet kicked at the surprised animal, landing one foot squarely against his chest. He reeled back, snapping and growling at her now.

Jerking back, the terrified woman raced for the bathroom. She was panicked now, feeling pursued. She heard Bodego's paws pad after her. The dog was hot, excited, sniffing at her cunt.

"No, no, no!"

Her nostrils flared as she sucked in air to feed her trembling body. Almost at the bathroom door, she felt his fangs close around her ankles. He hadn't bit yet, but the sharp brush of his teeth made her choke with fear. Her arms outstretched forward, strands of her long blonde hair across her face. Janet fell forward, sliding across the tiled floor of the doorway.

"Noooo!"

Several of her fingernails broke as she clawed at the smooth plaster wall. Her knees scraped painfully over the floor, her mind still reeling from the fall. She had to get up, had to get up on her feet or she was lost. If the dog mounted her, put his paws on her thighs and… and… no, it was too awful to think about!

"Get… off me!"

Her voice was strained. If only she could gather up the strength to crawl into the bathroom, kick the animal away and slam the door shut behind her, then she would be fine. If only she could get way through the doorway, then she would be fine.

But Bodego stayed with her all the way. He pounced once she hit the floor, his forepaws braced on her thighs as he nuzzled her ass. Janet screamed, her eyes widening. Something very warm was brushing over the stretched wet nylon of her panties. Her dress had ridden up to her waist, exposing her buttocks. He was on her now, his claws scratching the backs of her thighs while his tongue was working along the elastic legbands of her panties.

"Nooooo!"

She twisted around, slapping back at the persistent Airedale. He was growling at her now, a smothered growl that made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. He was becoming her master, showing her who was boss.

"No!"

She shouted at him, trying to shake the animal off her body. But whenever she tried to hit him, Bodego jerked his head forward, opening his mouth and snapping those killer teeth at her fingers. She eventually stopped, drawing her hands back. The animal made sure Janet wouldn't try to get away by staring her down. Then he started licking her again.

Janet moaned, twisting around until she was sitting on her ass, her back resting against the bathroom doorway molding. Her dress was up around her belly. He licked her there, wetting her navel and the bottom of her ribcage. She was sitting there watching him, wondering how on earth she could have sunk to this level. Men! It was all their fault, teasing her up to sexual heights and then leaving her there, leaving her to finally satisfy herself with… with a dog!

"Ohhhhhh!"

Another moan of delight escaped from her mouth as Janet watched the dog with fear and confusion. Her cunt ached from the tension of lust she had felt for the past week and now from Bodego's sudden attack. To be excited by a dog? To have her own pet making shameless love to her?