Chapter 1

I know you all have heard the phrase; "Man's best friend," which refers to dog. Well, in this story you will see how our dog has just become this woman's best friend.

After my divorce, I acquired the house, a large two bedroom, Victorian style home. I am sole occupant, except for one cute, rambunctious, delightful, three year old Boston Terrier, named, "Roue." I decide to dog-sit him while my son is in the military.

Roue is a well trained dog, he barks when he needs to go outside, guards the house like a big German Shepard, biting any one who dares to enter our domain with out my approval. So I didn't worry when I left the house to go to work at eleven pm, because I knew that when I returned, the house would be safe.

After work, it is not unusual for me to come home, enter, place my keys on the dish where I always kept them, and then let the dog out. Once he is finished I let him in and feed him. I would then kick my shoes off, walk down to the utility room, strip and throw my uniform into the washer, then put on my robe and go see what there is to fix for breakfast.

This particular day, I was horny as hell and decide to leave the robe off. Many times, I would do that because the suspense of someone seeing me heightens my orgasms. My nipples are rock hard, my bush drenched, and I could smell my arousal in the air.

I went into the bedroom and pick up one of the x-rated magazine I had which has erotic letters in it. Next, I walk down the hall to sit in my favorite chair in the living room, next to an open half-secluded window.

As I thumb through the pages, I discover a story about two women, which by the way is one of my favorite masturbating fantasies.

I began reading. With each paragraph I read, my arousal went into high gear. Each nipple is so fucking hard; I swear if anyone bit them they'd break off. My cunt is so drenched that the juices are running down both thighs. I can feel the clit, throbbing, begging for me to touch, pinch and pull it.

I pause from reading, and ran my hands across my breast, moaning in pure delight. I then started tantalizing the left nipple, pulling at it and rolling it between my index finger and thumb. While I did that, the other one, slid down to my wanting pussy, with a caress that's light as a feather. I start to shake uncontrollably with desire.

With shaky fingers, I then ran the index finger through my slit, covering it with the sweet nectar. After that I brought the liquid-laden digit to my mouth, sucking it, and savoring the taste.

As my hands tantalize me, my eyes went back to reading the hot story. With each word, my fingers work their magic; toying, pulling, probing, and pinching me, closer to climax.

All the sudden I feel this cold nose on my thigh. When I look down, I froze, there was Roue. At first I thought he's telling me he needs to go outside once more. However, before I can react or say anything, his tongue is zeros in on my pussy.

Oh God, I don't know what to do, my mind is a blur of excitement and fear. It is then I recall a story I once read about a dog doing this woman, sexually. I remembered that it said they are very attracted to a female, not just her sexual arousal, but during her menses. One thing they love to do is lap the pussy and ass, bringing the woman to orgasm.

"Could he, would he, make me cum?" Damn-it, it's been a long time since I had human-cock or even been eaten.

I decide to just lean back and see what happens. I talk reassuring to the dog, "Good boy, Roue, that's it, keeping eating momma's cunt."

He seems to sense what I want and need. He begins tongue-fucking me, his long rough tongue, going inside me like a jack hammer, as if he cannot get enough of my sweet nectar.

I close my eyes, threw my head back and squeal, "Oh-my-God! Keep it up baby, nice boy you're making momma feel good!"