Carlotta Graham - The lap dog

Then suddenly, seemingly without transition, the orgasm that had eluded the desperate young housewife three times already today exploded through her like fireworks, searing her insides with white-hot bolts of pure sexual energy. A long low wailing moan hissed from between clenched teeth and her screaming loins thrust upward one last time as her legs held her whole body rigid in an attitude of shuddering tension. She didn't move beyond that, just held there, the cords in her slender neck standing out sharply through her translucent white skin while the incredible explosion went on deep up inside her spasming body. It was an endless moment for the climaxing young blonde, without time or spacial reference, just going on and on in a kind of silent explosion that swept away the accumulated frustration of months of inadequate sex.

When finally it was over, Angela's whole body went limp as if someone had cut her strings, and she slid out of the chair to collapse in a gasping heap in front of the surprised Hans. The handsome German shepherd reached down to try and continue his eager licking at his mistress' sweet-tasting cunt but she slumped forward a little, unconsciously hiding her treasures from the disappointed dog.

"P-Please," she begged her pet. "Got to… got to get my breath." It was over for her now. She had what she had wanted for so long – complete release. Angela marveled at the strange way her body felt, limp yet weightless, tingling yet relaxed. It was almost as if it were a new body, one she had never known before, new born, cleansed of the twisting tensions that her frustrated sex-life had let distort its milk-white perfection.

Resting part of her weight on Hans' powerful neck, the still trembling young wife got unsteadily to her feet and wobbled out to the riving room cupboard, opening a door and fishing out a bottle of bourbon and a glass. She knew she was going to need a good stiff drink before her mind started working again. Angela poured a good two ounces of the amber liquid in the glass and drank it straight down without a breath, choking and coughing for a moment as the alcohol seemed to carve its own trail down her throat. Gratefully the young blonde felt a soothing warmth seep through her veins, and by the time she had finished a second drink, her insistently clamoring thoughts had slowed to a dignified quiet flow. Fortunately for her peace of mind, the young woman's absorption with the bottle had kept her from seeing the unhappy Hans standing close behind her, stating up in despairing need as his huge scarlet penis slid disappointedly back up inside the furry sheath beneath his stomach. The sight of that obscene instrument, bared nakedly in obvious response to her own preceding arousal, would probably have been too much for the young housewife to take.

As it was, there was enough to think about. Not pushing her thoughts, the lovely young blonde went back in the bedroom to sit on the edge of the bed, chin resting thoughtfully on the palm of one hand. Angela knew she should be wracked with guilt, but curiously, there was only a vague feeling of unease. Each time her conscience started to attack, it was quickly put down by the memory of the unbelievable orgasm that had swept over her grateful body only minutes before. And the musing young woman was fully aware that the orgasm owed its special nature to Hans' wonderful tongue; of that she was sure. As far as her mind was concerned, it was the old story of the carrot and the stick, although she couldn't help blushing in embarrassment as she thought of "carrot". Yes, her need would always drive her, and now that she knew of her dog's willingness to… well… lick her, why not make use of it? It wasn't as if she were being unfaithful to her husband, although some little voice in the back of her head kept trying to warn her that it just wasn't natural: she was a woman, not a dog.

But what harm could it possibly do? No one would ever know, and maybe it was the only way her marriage to Jack could be saved. Suddenly the young blonde's jaw set determinedly. One thing was sure! She'd do almost anything to have more orgasms like the one Hans had licked into her, and if that was the only way she could get them, so be it!

Looking fondly down at her dog, the satisfied young wife felt a sudden rush of love for the big animal come over her. How could the dog's natural reactions to her need be wrong? she asked herself. After all, Jack had brought the dog here so she wouldn't be lonely, and if she got a few extra benefits out of the arrangements, so what? All she knew was the wonderful new way she felt.

"Oh, Hans," she cried out, slipping down from the bed to cradle the dog's handsome head to her still naked breasts. Hans naturally started to lick the proud soft mounds, but Angela pushed him away. "No, no," she said. "That's enough for today. I don't want to be greedy, do I?" Never considering in her innocence that the dog might have needs of his own.

One thought did hit her though. Suddenly the newly satisfied young wife found herself jealously wondering if Hans did the same things to other women, after all, he spent a lot of time over at Sylvia Bennett's house. Well, that would have to stop. Hans was her dog, and she didn't want some woman taking his affection away from her.

"Okay, lover-boy, you're a kept dog from now on. No more chasing around over the countryside. You and I are going to spend a lot of time together from now on, right here in the house."

Her mind made up, all hesitations safely dealt with, the naked young woman walked towards the bathroom and a nice relaxing bath, feeling better about the future than she had in months.

Hans lay in one corner of the yard, in the shade of the fence, feeling miserable. For three days he hadn't been allowed outside to run in the woods or prowl through the fields. And worst of all, he could no longer go see the beautiful woman who lived down the road. True to her determination, his mistress had him in.

Sadly the big animal looked up at the catch on the gate, one that even the brightest dog would be unable to operate. Besides his frustration at being locked in, Hans was also becoming increasingly upset over his relations with his lovely blonde owner. Several times she had him lick her, only to quit and dismiss him just when his own need was beginning to make itself felt. Much different than with the woman down the street, and although he loved his mistress, the big animal wished he were with Sylvia right now. His head raised as Angela opened the back door.

"Hi, handsome," she called happily. "Going to take a bath and then maybe you can come in for a little while and we'll play." Hans couldn't understand the words but he could see that she had on only her robe, partly open down the front so that part of the lush naked body underneath showed through. Despite his dejection the sex-oriented animal became instantly interested, but before he could get to his feet the door closed once again and Angela was gone. With a sigh Hans put his head back down on his paws, settling in for a long dull wait.

He wasn't the only one frustrated that day. Just a few hundred yards away the lovely Sylvia Bennett was nervously pacing her living room. For three days now she had been waiting for the big dog from up the street to make his usual afternoon walk, but he hadn't shown up. The beautiful young widow had quickly grown dependent on the satisfaction she gained from her animal lover's energetic ministrations. Now that he no longer came, she felt the loss as sharply as some young romantic teenager over her first affair.

"Damn," she swore to herself, feeling betrayed. Earlier in the morning she'd promised herself that if Hans didn't show up by noon, she would go and investigate. Sylvia had been tactfully staying away from the Sims' house, not wanting to let the cat out of the bag just in case Hans got a little too friendly with her in front of Angela. But now an alarming thought occurred to Sylvia. What if Hans had been run over, or dog-napped? These last disturbing thoughts finally propelled the dark-haired beauty into action. She just had to go find out what was the matter, so heading straight out the door she started for Angela's house.