The Naughty Thing, by Phyllisroger
There had been some local break-ins and I lived alone or was at least alone much of the time. It was work, shopping, home, the usual routine and I was sitting on my back porch on a dark night and thinking about what a woman at the store had been saying: how when she got home her back door was open and her silverware was gone, that someone had gone through her dresser drawer and messed things in her closet. So I was thinking and the very next weekend went to the kennel and found the nicest animal, a mixed breed that they said was a “Pointer” and a good guard dog. He wasn’t a huge animal 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 stuff about them and many, many sites as I scrolled and read and came across some that were odd with labels about beasts and bestiality. They were more interesting than the others and had free samples…I sampled…my eyes were wide at what they showed on those sites…doggies, women, lots of doggie tongues and dicks and women licking and sucking the dicks which were very red and drippy and women doing so many other imaginable and unmentionable things with animals.
I’m not naïve. I’d heard about things and we girls sometimes would giggle about animals. One friend, when we were having too much wine 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 absolute funniest part of that night I can tell you! I couldn’t imagine a monkey fucking me but the more I thought about it I guess our friend was right about natural urges and all.
I hadn’t owned a dog before and brought home a bowl for him and some Old Boy dry food which was nourishing and my Pointer was hard at the food as soon as I put down the bowl. I sat in our kitchen and watched him gobble at the Old Boy and wagging his tail and then at that bowl of water. The food was probably salty and he licked around and slobbered the water, sloshing it on his tongue and out on the floor. He was a messy fellow and when I leaned down to wipe the floor, he also had the red tip of his dick out of its sheath. It was pulsing and dripping. I couldn’t help but pet him and his dick came out some more and then I petted his chest and the smooth skin at his back legs and that dick just came out more and more, dripping wet. I touched it with my hand 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 face. Then I stood up and went to my table to drink some more wine, washing my hand at the sink. My Pointer wasn’t done and he trotted over, head in my lap, his wet dick humping my calf, slipping back and forth.
I hadn’t had sex for many months. I dumped my boyfriend. He never had time for me, only time for his lads and when we did have sex it was a quick thing. He came off, sat down for a fag and didn’t care about me or my feelings. I got a vibrator and used that and then I said I’d had enough and off he popped. That was over six months now and you can bet I was changing batteries every week!
Now here I was, absolutely alone, wondering about break-ins but with a guard dog, a Pointer, with a pointie dripping dick at my leg and he was sliding along, that tongue lolling to one side, me patting his head, thinking of his long red hot doggie dick and having a little more wine.
I got up and double locked the front door and returned to the kitchen, the Pointer 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 “quickies” leaving me panting, his “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 waist. Please don’t ask me about it. It’s just what I did without thinking. I liked the feel of his soft fur on my flesh and my dress was clean. I didn’t want to soil it.
After work I would change out of my work clothes and just toss on a house dress over my naked body. I was alone. Just doing dinner and feeding the dog, having wine and so I just pulled my dress to my waist and Pointer’s head resting on my bare skin was nice, his dick 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 shock wave into me. I pushed his legs down but up he came this time for a lick. “Bad doggie,” 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 sounds of panting and now it wasn’t just him breathing hard it was me too and I didn’t know what to do.
All the humping, and feeling his long red dripping dick on my leg, and then that nose! That was a surprise, as you can imagine, a shock but a nice shock; a hot shock, teasing me there and I stopped playing and started petting him, directing him. The wine, my body, my breathing, panting now, and there was no sense to all of this and I didn’t care, I thought of the internet sites and that it wasn’t just me, it was lots of women and animals, lots of dicks and licks and panting.
He was licking me where I was wet, two wet creatures 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 lick his nose hit me opening me spreading my lips and sending messages to my body…nose-clit, tongue-cunt, and again. I had no thoughts now, just needs 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 waist, his paws on either side and I lifted him up higher, scooting my fanny down his belly and then I felt it: just the tip of that dripping, pulsing red dick 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 dick, I was hot and wet like doggie and we joined easily. Pushing it inside me now, jumping at my cunt and deep inside, he was licking my face and fucking me like a wild beast at his mate. 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. Keep at it. Please don’t…don’t…stop.” I was humping him now, each doggie dance drove him deeper and drove me further until I couldn’t take any more and tears were on my cheeks cooling me, and our humping, our delicious 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, cheeks wet, doggie at his water dish. I looked at him there. He was licking his dick back down into its sheath and my vision was of two creatures joined at the hip and I didn’t know about monkeys and desert islands but I sure knew about private evenings in my kitchen. I loved private evenings thinking of the many more to come. Did I say “Come?”
