Carlotta Graham - The animal urge

The other dogs were setting up a raucous unbridled uproar and she knew she had to do something right away.

"I mean it, get back, Wolf!" she shouted at the huge worked-up German Shepherd whose head was thrashing unceasingly between her lewdly-spread legs, his thick, hungrily-licking tongue slobbering voraciously in and out, up and down and back and forth on the ravishing young woman's now steadily-pulsating vaginal slit. "Back, boy! Please, please get back."

But her own voice betrayed her weakness and sounded even in her own ears like a frail useless mewling that came from far away, a sound that was not at all what she had intended. Her brain was fogged with haziness and nothing was real to her but the teasing burning sensations that flowered throughout her obscenely ravaged loins. The riotous barking from the other pens went on, unabated, and she finally let her head fall back on the hard-packed dirt as she at last admitted to herself how hopeless it was to try to master her own wanton desire. She knew now that she could do nothing but lie here and allow the lewd incident to run its course, until the great German Shepherd was finished with her and she had reached the unnatural climax that was driving her nerves ruthlessly toward the point of breaking. She labored, gasping for air and began to moan wickedly as she pressed her involuntarily responding loins upwards, trying to make firmer contact with the wet, excitedly swollen lips of her cunt up against the passion-inciting hotness of the dog's hungrily drooling mouth.

Then… just as her self-control was moments from deserting her completely, "Get away from her, dog," a deep male voice sounded from outside the kennel. In the next few moments, everything happened so fast that the impassioned young blonde could barely comprehend it. The huge dog, Wolf's, hotly-slaving mouth lifted immediately from her lust-saturated loins, depriving her of the wildly rising sensation of the animal tongue fucking up between the pink, wide-split edges of her throbbing young pussy. Next, she heard the thin metallic click of the gate to the pen as it opened, and a few seconds later, a pair of strong calloused male hands grasped her shoulders, pulling her bodily from behind, her heels dragging in the dirt. It all took place so quickly that even the immense dog was surprised and had no time to snarl out his protest at being cheated of his gorgeous human victim.

Diane's first, shock-dazed reaction was frustrated resentment that the delicious erotic sensations had been so abruptly interrupted but then, as she slowly regained her wits, a crippling tide of dismay and horror flooded her consciousness. Scalding tears of shame overflowed from her tightly-closed eyes as she searched her dazed brain for some kind of excuse, some logical explanation, for her vile lascivious behavior. But at least she was being rescued from this horrible, shameful ordeal by her husband, the man whom she had been accusing of inconsideration and selfishness for the last two days.

"Oh, Bill, Bill, thank God you're home," she sobbed wretchedly, forgetting in her hysteria that he was not due to return home for another two days. "Wolf trapped me, darling… I-I couldn't get away from him… it was awful!"

"Well now, it didn't look that way to me, lady," a brusque masculine voice drawled sarcastically from behind her. "Sure, you were fighting a bit, that's true, but it looked to me like your hot little pussy was twitching like a live wire."

Oh, my God! she groaned inwardly, realizing in that instant that it was not Bill. How could it be? Her husband would not be back before Wednesday at the earliest! At the sound of the unfamiliar voice, Diane's girlish, fear-flushed face blanched pale white and she clutched reflexively at the front of the soiled yellow robe that was bunched up beneath her, attempting to cover her nakedness. Her eyes flew open wide, blinking several times as she tried to focus through the blur of her tears and the sudden blinding brilliance of the sunlight. She could not identify the shadowy form towering above her still partially-exposed body as she endeavored to draw her bathrobe around her on the ground.

"Who-who are you?" she finally managed to ask in a stilted voice, after she had concealed her exposed front from his leering view.

"I'm Jack Green, ma'am, and I'm the caretaker over at the Taylor place," his mockingly-amused voice drifted down to her. "And listen, you sure don't have to worry about covering yourself up for me. I don't mind at all seeing the sweet young curves on a gal like you."

"Oh, no! You're a caretaker over at the Taylor place?" the embarrassed young woman asked, truly flabbergasted by his announcement. My God, she moaned, this on top of everything else! As if it were not bad enough to be caught red-handed in such a humiliating position, her rescuer turned out to be a common hired hand from a nearby estate! Not only that, the man was rude and insulting, an oaf who was obviously incapable of understanding the circumstances that had led up to her being in such a compromising situation with their prize German Shepherd. She wrenched herself up into a sitting position, curling her legs under the skirt of her robe as she gathered the top of the garment more tightly together over her upper torso.

"Now tell me, ma'am, what do you mean by that? What's wrong with being just a caretaker?" Jack Green inquired in a sterner tone, his sarcastic grin and the bantering sarcasm in his voice swiftly dissolving as he stiffened his shoulders in indignation. "Maybe you'd like it better if I put you back in there with that hot-blooded dog of yours?"

His ominous suggestion caused Diane to look up and carefully study the man who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere to rescue her from the lewd advances of the huge animal. Just the sight of the man, this Jack Green, increased her sense of humiliation and debasement all the more. His face had a rather grizzled appearance and he was well into middle-age, perhaps forty-five or even fifty years old. He wore khaki trousers and an ancient moth-eaten sweater that drooped sloppily down from his broad but slouchy shoulders like a shapeless sheath of worn-out drapery. As he stood there with his arms folded across his barrel chest, the man's natural strength was apparent even though hidden under his shaggy sweater. She remembered how easily he had dragged her out of Wolf's kennel, as though she were a mere feather and no challenge whatsoever to his well-tempered muscles. Another thing seemed curious about this stranger: the wry, impertinent glint in his watery hazel-colored eyes. It was certainly more independent and arrogant than that she had seen as a child in the eyes of the servants who had been employed by her father on their family estate. This Jack Green, an unshaven man whose hair was greying, met her gaze evenly and made her sheepish embarrassment of a few moments ago turn slowly into haughty anger. Momentarily, she forgot her awkward state in relation to him and felt her blood begin to boil with resentment at his insulting attitude toward her.

"Thank you, Mr. Green, but I'm finished caring for the dogs this morning," she said glacially as she rose to her feet and stood facing him with a patronizing expression on her exquisitely featured face. In a cold, measured tone of exaggerated formality, she added: "Actually, I would like to know exactly why you're on our property. I must thank you, of course, for your timely arrival and the help you gave me, but I'm certain my husband would disapprove of a stranger wandering around our grounds without permission."

"He's away, is he?" Jack grinned suggestively.

"Well, yes, he is…" Diane blurted out, suddenly angry with herself for volunteering information that was none of the caretaker's business and might even threaten her safety. "But he's due back very soon… any time now."