I greeted him, talking to him a bit as I pulled weeds, but soon fell silent, concentrating on my work. Suddenly, I felt a large, wet tongue licked me between my legs. The crotch of my daisy duke shorts push into my pussy and the rough tongue snakes over my outer lips.
I gasped and jumped up, turning around, eyes wide. Bud looked at me, eyes shining. It had been his tongue tasting me. I yelled at him, waving my arms to shoo him away, trying to act repulsed, even as I felt myself getting wet. He retreated to the corner of the yard and again sat, watching me. I tried to go back to work, but can’t so I gathered up my tools and headed to my shed in the very back of my large back yard.
Opening the door I stepped into the 8x6 shed, moving towards the back and hung my tools on the pegboard. Stepping back, I bent down, setting a bag of soil on the floor when I was knocked down, landing on my knees with an “Oof!”
Looking over my shoulder, I see Bud standing there, his large tongue hanging out, a dog grin on His face. I started to stand up, but he growled and I went still; Bud’s a huge dog, weighting over 160 pounds of muscle with very large, very sharp looking teeth. He could easily hurt me. As I trembled, heart racing, he leaned forward, sniffing my still damp pussy.
I bit my lower lip, trying to stay calm. His thick tongue again slipped out, licking me again and I moaned, unable to hold back. He must have understood that to be a good thing, because he started licking faster, his tongue slipping under my shorts, dipping into my pussy. I moaned, getting hotter. The idea of this dog eating me out made my clit throb. Almost without knowing I was doing it, I undid my shorts and pushed them down to my knees. Bud stopped licking as the short slid down my legs, but as s... Læs hele novellen
