"Well um... Alright than. I don't see why not."
Reaching your hand into the bag, you pull out a single dog biscuit. Seeing this, the dog quickly gets up on all fours, now fully facing towards you. You chuckle.
Walking over to the other side of the room more towards the foot of the bed, the dog follows you, hopping off the bed and standing infront of you, still panting.
Looking at the biscuit, you than lightly toss it in the air. As it comes down, the dog opens it's maw and easily catches it in his mouth. Chuckling again, you say, "Good boy!" and pet the cute thing as it munches the biscuit and swallows it down.
Wagging his tail, the dog "Woof!"'s again, obviously wanting more.
"Hmm... How about it make you work for this one, eh?"
You look down, eyeing your crotch.
"Whoops, my fly is down," you say as you zip it back up.
"Anyways, do you know any tricks, boy?" The dog stands there, happily panting and wagging its tail.
"Hm... Sit!" The dog sits. "Good boy! Um... Roll over?" The dog rolls, but only rolls halfway, bumping into the bed.
"Pfffft! Okay, Here you go"
You toss the dog another biscuit, again it being caught. He was panting before, but now, he began to pant a Bit faster...
You than zip up the bag and toss it onto the nightstand next to the bed where you originally found it. The dog starts to wine a bit.
"Ey, you had plenty! I promise I'll give you some more later, but for now, I think I'm gonna relax."
Slipping off your shoes, you decide to take off your socks as well, they're a little sweaty. You put them all by the door and than lock it, because you enjoy your privacy.
...That and you have a small phobia. Walking back to the bed, you strip off your shirt and pants in order to get a little more comfortable, letting your body breath, Pounder watching you the whole time. And with that, you plop down on the bed. Resting your arms behind your head, stretching your legs and spreading them, you close your eyes and start to relax...
But suddenly the dog jumps onto the bed. You sigh.
It is just now that you notice it has been panting a little faster than usual. "Hm..." Just about to open your eyes, you feel the wetness of a slick tongue against your neck, gliding its way up, up your face. Your eyes spring open, and Pounder is liking at your neck/face region.
"Gah! Dude! What are you doing!"
You push him away a bit, and reach for a towel to dry yourself, even tho your not THAT wet, it's still a little bit uncomfortable.
Pounder wines and sits next to you.
Laying down, you turn and look at him, and that's when you see it.
The thickest, longest red-rocket you have ever seen in your life. When I say this, remember to consider that you have Not seen that many dog cocks in your day, so it's not HUGE, but pretty damn decent for a dog.
"...What the fuck...? What the hell was in those biscuits??"
Wining again, Pounder scoots closer to you.
"No boy, no."
You cover your face with a pillow.
...bad idea. All of a sudden you start to feel the warm wetness of his tongue on another part of your body...
You jerk a bit, tensing up. What the hell am I supposed to do? The dogs licking my damn dick through my underwear!   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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