Paul Gable - Mom and her dog

"No!"

Rex could tell the change in his mistress' attitude. He moved quickly, butting her thighs apart with his head and swathing his tongue over her asscheeks.

Hilda felt the silken material of her panties quickly soak through, felt the dog's snout brushing against her ass and thighs. She pushed her arms out, her fingers working in the air as she staggered away from the window. Her knees were so weak, her legs feeling as if they were about to fold right out from under her. Terrible, horrible. She had to get away. This couldn't happen again. Once was excusable. But twice meant you really liked it. How could she look herself in the mirror again, knowing she'd encouraged the Doberman to attack her again? Wouldn't this lead to more scenes with the dogs, maybe even more animals? The thought paralyzed Hilda with fear. She had to get away!

"Stop. Oh, God!"

But the animal didn't understand her rising terror and guilt. He pursued her relentlessly, dropping his head and sinking his fangs into her right ankle. Hilda gasped, her eyes rounding while she dropped to the floor. There wasn't much pain, just a show of force indicating what he could do if he wanted.

"Please, please get away…"

Her voice sounded so tiny, so ineffective compared with the Doberman's growling. She lay on her ass, her torso propped up by her elbows. Hilda's dress had come up around her waist, exposing her damp, panty crotch panel. The dog was quick to see this. He moved quickly, pushing her thighs farther apart, driving his snout right against the warm, damp stretch of nylon material.

Hilda tensed, her head falling back while her eyes rolled up. Her knees sank together, rubbing against the furry sides of the animal. Yes, oh, God, yes, it was wonderful feeling that steady, insistent pressure against her crotch panel. Rex was licking her there, right there in the most sensitive spot of her body! Shamelessly, the woman started moving her ass back and forth against his snout, feeling the sharp tickle of the carpet piling over her ass flesh. She curled her fingers, digging them into the rug while she gulped in air through her mouth like a fish.

Crazy images flashed through her mind. Pictures of all the fantasies she'd ever conjured while touching herself in bed. Sobbing, Hilda tensed her ass, hunching up as the sloppy nylon twisted, pulled into a tight rope that fell to the side and exposed her glistening, swollen cuntlips.

Rex growled with excitement, lunging at the wet surfaces that had been peeled open.

"Ohhhh…"

No, she couldn't go through this again. It was too soon. She'd be prowling around dog pounds at night, breaking into cages if this kept on.

"No!"

Somehow she managed to break through the sexuality that had confused her brain and kicked the dog away. Turning around with great difficulty Hilda scrambled to her feet and made her way to the stairs. Rex pursued her, nipping at her ankles, barking furiously, angry that his pleasure had been interrupted.

"Get away, bad dog," Hilda cried, tilting over a small table that crashed in front of the animal. He yelped, jumping back, giving the woman enough time to rush up the stairs and into her own bedroom.

Hilda slammed the door shut, panting heavily as she rested against the molding. How awful! She could hear the Doberman rushing up the stairs, padding down the hall, now panting behind the door. He was jumping up against the wall, barking, whimpering, scratching his paws against the wood. Even with his immense strength Rex wouldn't be able to break in.

"Shut up. Shut up and get back downstairs," Hilda cried, surprised her voice could be so commanding considering what had just taken place between them. Oh, she could still feel the dog spit on her cuntlips and thighs! It made her shiver both with revulsion and excitement. She'd almost done it again!

Finally the dog's barking ceased. Was he gone? She wasn't going to take the chance by opening the door to find out. He could stay out there all night if he chose. Sighing with relief, the woman staggered to the bed, taking off her blouse and skirt and lying back on the bed. She didn't want to think of sex. But there it was, peeking back at her no matter how hard she tried to block it out. It was so strong in her now, especially after Rex had tried attacking her sexually moments ago.

"Mmmmm."

The gin was still warming her belly and having the wonderful side effect of blurring the horror of Rex's recent attack. She smiled, passing her hand down her belly, smiling more broadly as she tickled her skin. It was sliding down to her golden cunt-hairs. The panties were still damp with dog spit. No, she didn't want any reminders of her near-surrender. Curling her fingers around the elastic waistband Hilda slid the panties down over her legs, throwing them in the far corner. Reaching back she unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor by her bed. Completely naked and free and alone. She could do as she pleased without hurting anyone and without worry about anyone hurting her.

Dropping back to the bed, she worked the backs of her legs over the coverlet, enjoying the silky, rubbing sensation of the material against her flesh. Some of the bedspread gathered up and worked itself up into her tight asscrack as Hilda snaked her body across the mattress. She was toying with herself, cupping one tit in one hand. The touch gave her a chill. She thumbed one nipple until it grew stiff, pushing up out of the soft, surrounding areola. The effect was electric. Hilda sensed the tension in her body building, feeling the connections forming between all her sensitive, sexy areas. When she rocked her hips, the buttery heat spread all over, leaking out to dot the blonde, cunt curls with juice. Even after her tussle with the dog, she was actually burning for more. Oh, this wasn't very wise for her to do. Already Hilda was regretting her actions with Rex. Her breathing had become shallow and uneven again. She licked her dry lips, tossing her head against the pillow. The hand resting on her belly was shaking. But was fingering herself as exciting, as fulfilling as…

"No…!"

Hilda sat bolt upright. She was dizzy, a little drunk for sure. She was so close to slipping, to letting that animal in. Glancing up Hilda saw her face in the dresser mirror across the room. The blue eyes, the loose blonde hair hanging down to her shoulders. The mouth looking a little swollen, a little depraved. It was all because she was thinking about letting Rex in to take care of her throbbing pussy.

"I have to get up… I have to," she said to herself mechanically.

Hilda's knees were trembling as she walked across the room and rested her forehead against the door. Her fingers were curling around the doorknob, numb as if they'd been dipped in dry ice. Could she have come so completely around in such a short period of time? She'd run up here to get away from the dog. And now she was standing there stark naked, her pussy hot, her thighs streaked still with the dog's spit, her mind whirling around. How could she have sunk this low?

"I can't help it!" she wailed, twisting the doorknob and falling back.

Just as she suspected Rex was on the other side, waiting patiently for her own sexual forces to take over. He bolted into the room, his muzzle prodding her hungrily between the thighs.

"No, oh, no," she screamed, covering her pussy with one hand and her mouth with the other.

Hilda stumbled back to the bed, her eyes wide with horror and excitement. Twice she stumbled over Rex's forepaws as he pranced around her, his snout touching her legs, her ass, her thighs. Hilda's knees hit the side of the bed and she tumbled down onto the wrinkled bedspread.

Rex followed, growling hungrily. Hilda rolled around, propping herself up on her elbows and staring confusedly at the huge animal. He could tear her to pieces. But all he wanted was her pussy. She struggled backward on the bed, her heels digging into the mattress as she squirmed away from the panting animal. Still one part of her mind couldn't accept the inevitable.