You open your eyes as the dog jumps off of you and you hear it trot away out of the room. You lie staring at the ceiling basking in ecstasy before the seriousness of what just happened dawns on you.
You look down and see you cock out lying lump on your chest and the light moisture still glistening.
Did you just allow a dog to suck you off until you came and in the process give it a run job?
You are disgusted at yourself and ashamed, this can’t be real? You feel a bit sick.
You don’t have long to process these thoughts as you hear footsteps again, human footsteps.
They sound like they’re coming down some stairs and that they are coming into the room you are in. You scrabble around trying to pull up your trousers and straighten yourself out when into your vision pops the woman.
‘How are you feeling?’
She looks down at you with a caring expression and before you can answer she continues
‘You must feel rough this morning, you were I quite a state last night and didn’t get much rest either’
Did she just make a reference to what just happened with her dog? Impossible!
‘Come on, up you get, let’s get you some coffee and breakfast if you can stomach it!?’
Groggily you turn around on the sofa and stand up. You feel stiff from lying awkwardly for so long and yawn as you stretch.
‘This way’
She commands as you follow her across a hallway and into a large kitchen. You stand there in a daze as she switches a kettle on.
‘Good morning’ she says as you spot her retriever padding up to her, she bends over and gives the dog a rub.
‘This is rex’ she says to you
‘And this is....?’ She says to Rex.
‘Oh... uh... Charlie’ you respond. Your throat feels saw and you decide you’ll keep talking to a minimum this morning.
‘Charlie, that’s a nice name, I bet you and Charlie will be great friends!’ She says to the dog, who in turn wags his tail.
His tail, he! Oh god, it’s a male dog. You feel a bit of sick in the back of your throat.
‘Here, sit’ the woman commands pointing. Instinctively you sit on the floor next to the chair she is pointing to.
Rex spots you sitting straight away and trots over happily wagging his tail.
Before you can stop him he places a large sloppy lick across your mouth and nose and places a paw on your shoulder. Almost jumping up he pushes you off balance. As you fall back he’s all over you again, sniffing around your crotch. He turns slightly and you see his little ball sack and pouch under his wagging tail and with every swish a glimpse of his anus. It’s like he’s wafting it in your direction and again instinctively you drink in the aroma. It’s good, it’s delicious. It still has all the arousal and seductiveness in it mixed with a masculine and dominant tone that in the depths of your mind suggests that he is the boss.
‘Sorry, oh dear, Rex! Come here boy! Get off!’
The woman commands Rex off of you and as you leave you almost feel sad that he is leaving you. You catch yourself and restrain any further thoughts on Rex. You get up and brush yourself off taking a seat at the kitchen table.
‘I’m so sorry, he must really like you!’ She says with a smile.
‘He must want feeding.’
She puts a mug of coffee on the table in front of you that smells bitter and somehow off putting. She then busies herself with feeding Rex, she takes a large bag of dog food and pours it into his bowl. His large head dives in and laps it up gratefully, the woman then places the bag on the kitchen table before disappearing into the utility room across from the kitchen.
‘Are you hungry’ she calls from out the back.
You think about this as you get a whiff of the dog biscuits in the bag on the table. They do smell quite nice actually. You turn the bag around to read the flavour and pull out a handful to smell.
You look at the pile in your hand and smell them, you are quite hungry...