The Naughty Thing, by Phyllisroger

There had been some local breaking and entering and I lived alone or was at least alone much of the time. It was piece of work, shopping, home, the usual routine and I was sitting on my back porch on a dark night and thinking about what a charwoman at the store had been saying : how when she got home her back door was subject and her silverware was gone, that individual had gone through her dresser drawer and messed matter in her W.C.. So I was thinking and the very next weekend went to the kennel and found the decent animal, a mixed breed that they said was a"cursor"and a good sentry duty dog. He wasn't a huge fauna but large and for me, just the right size.

At home now, after shopping, fixing dinner…I made a tuna fritatta…and fed my new pet, I went on the internet and Googled"Pointers."Lots of material about them and many, many situation as I scrolled and read and came across some that were odd with recording label about beasts and bestiality. They were more interesting than the others and had free samples…I sampled…my heart were wide of the mark at what they showed on those sites…doggies, women, lots of doggie knife and prick and fair sex licking and sucking the dicks which were very red and hokey and woman doing so many former imaginable and unmentionable thing with animals.

I'm not naïve. I'd heard about matter and we missy sometimes would titter about animals. One acquaintance, when we were having too much vino one night, said if she was ever stranded on a desert island with monkeys she would probably have sex with a monkey and that was the right-down comic part of that Nox I can tell you ! I couldn't imagine a monkey fucking me but the more I thought about it I guess our booster was redress about natural urges and all.

I hadn't owned a dog before and brought household a bowl for him and some Old Boy dry food which was nourishing and my Pointer was hard at the nutrient as soon as I put down the bowl. I sat in our kitchen and watched him gobble at the Old Boy and wagging his nates and then at that bowl of water. The solid food was probably salty and he licked around and slobbered the water, sloshing it on his tongue and out on the base. He was a messy fellow and when I leaned down to wipe the floor, he also had the red tip of his prick out of its sheath. It was pulsing and dripping. I couldn't service but pet him and his dick came out some more and then I petted his chest and the smooth hide at his back ramification and that pecker just came out more and more, dripping wet. I touched it with my paw and he licked my face, a doggy grin of thanks and I felt his dick some more. It was hot and slippery and he began humping my hand…wanking a dog I thought to myself…what is this all about ?

He sure liked wanking and I worked at him, humping my hand, licking my boldness. Then I stood up and went to my table to drink some more wine, washing my script at the sump. My cursor wasn't done and he trotted over, head in my lap, his wet dick humping my sura, slipping back and forth.

I hadn't had sex for many months. I dumped my boyfriend. He never had meter for me, only prison term for his lads and when we did sustain sex it was a agile thing. He came off, sat down for a fag and didn't forethought about me or my notion. I got a vibrator and used that and then I said I'd had enough and off he popped. That was over six calendar month now and you can bet I was changing assault and battery every workweek !

Now here I was, absolutely alone, wondering about break-ins but with a guard dog, a cursor, with a pointie dripping prick at my leg and he was sliding along, that knife lolling to one face, me patting his head, thinking of his long red hot doggie tool and having a little More wine.

I got up and double locked the front doorway and returned to the kitchen, the cursor following me along to the door and back, resuming his humping. I poured another glass and in my mind were visions of my old boyfriend now gone, his"band aid"leaving me panting, his"Spanish pointer"and I was here with my pointer, panting, that tongue out, humping me with his hot wet dick and I was thinking about all these things and lifted my dress to my waistline. Please don't ask me about it. It's just what I did without thinking. I liked the feel of his mild fur on my soma and my dress was clean. I didn't want to colly it.

After employment I would alter out of my work clothes and just toss out on a theater dress over my naked eubstance. I was alone. Just doing dinner party and feeding the dog, having wine and so I just pulled my dress to my waist and arrow's head resting on my bare skin was nice, his hawkshaw at my leg but he started pawing at me and I pushed him down. wrong thing to do. I took his legs and leaned down between my own legs pushing him to the floor. But he came back up between my legs. He thought I was playing and came back up at me, his nose landing on my cunt, sending a electrical shock wave into me. I pushed his leg down but up he came this metre for a biff."Bad barker,"I teased. He wasn't being bad he was just being a dog. My dog and me, completely quiet and alone in my kitchen, only the phone of panting and now it wasn't just him breathing heavy it was me too and I didn't know what to do.

All the humping, and feeling his yearn red drip cock on my leg, and then that nose ! That was a surprise, as you can suppose, a electrical shock but a nice shock absorber ; a hot shock, teasing me there and I stopped playing and started petting him, directing him. The wine, my soundbox, my breathing, panting now, and there was no sense to all of this and I didn't care, I thought of the internet website and that it wasn't just me, it was batch of cleaning lady and beast, lots of putz and poke and panting.

He was licking me where I was wet, two wet tool in my kitchen just acting and reacting and I opened my legs, played with his lapping tongue at my cunt lips and his tongue dipping inside my cunt, his nose, that wonderful cold wet nose on my clit, eating away at me, his hind legs scratching on the floor pushing forward. With each lap his nose hit me opening me spreading my lips and sending message to my body…nose-clit, tongue-cunt, and again. I had no thoughts now, just demand and I needed this, wanted this. Nose-clit ; tongue-on hot cunt and we were alone on our little island.

Then he tried climbing up my shank, his mitt on either side and I lifted him up higher, scooting my seat down his belly and then I felt it : just the tip of that dripping, pulsing red pecker at me, poking here and there all around incessantly for purchase,"please, please"I murmured and it slipped in and Pointer jumped at that moment, jamming me, pounding his dick where it had been surrounded by the walls of my cunt. I squeezed on his peter, I was hot and wet like doggie and we joined easily. Pushing it inside me now, jumping at my puss and deep inside, he was licking my face and fucking me like a wild beast at his match. It was so long and sliding and his sheath was pounding my clit and I started shaking and he was deep in me now, I was murmuring to myself"Don't stop. prevent at it. Please don't…don't…stop."I was humping him now, each doggy terpsichore drove him deeper and tug me further until I couldn't take any more and tears were on my cheeks cooling me, and our humping, our pleasant-tasting humping, he squirted and spurted, taking me, scalding me with his hot cum and finally it was cool in the kitchen, my breath returned, I was finished, finished, and patting myself down, eyes closed, impertinence wet, doggie at his water dish antenna. I looked at him there. He was licking his pecker back down into its sheath and my imaginativeness was of two creatures joined at the hip and I didn't know about scamp and desert islands but I sure acknowledge about private evening in my kitchen. I loved private evenings thinking of the many more to come in. Did I say"Come ? ”