Chapter 4

“No, Sampson, bad doggie. Don’t lick mama when we have company coming over. They will think we are very naughty and we can’t have that, can we?”

Once again, I was talking to my seeing-eye dog, Sampson like a crazy person ready to be signed into an asylum for the weirdos and the people who were not quite right in the head. Well, maybe, I was not quite right in the head because I had been allowing my guide dog to lick me and a lot worse for the past six months and I had to admit that I loved every moment of it. Of course, I would deny everything on a stack of bibles but that was my sense of not ignoring what other people thought of me even if it was none of their business.

At least I was sitting down and it was impossible for Sampson to get at my sensitive brown eye with his wandering wet pink tongue and his blunt snout that felt like a tent pole between my legs. It didn’t take very much for him to get me all worked up with his tongue, his snout and his heavy paws on the back of my neck to get me down low for him to mount with his glorious almost eight inch doggie penis that worked wonders on my sex-deprived cunt even in the early morning hours when all most people thought of was getting a good cup of coffee.

I guess I was thinking of later that afternoon when my uncle Vito would be coming over for my back massage and his magic fingers that seemed to read my mind about where I wanted them next. I had a sort of love/hate relationship with my uncle Vito because he was one of those strange guys that liked to hurt people with the possible exception of me because I was totally blind and he thought of me as family and not in the realm of that unusual world that he navigated with social ease. The only exception was when he gave me a good spanking although he assured me it was entirely to bring the blood to the surface of my skin in order to get all my life cells active and working like busy little bees making me tingle in a way that was terribly close to an actual orgasm.

I had known Vito all my life and was quite comfortable with him like an old pair of shoes one simply hates to throw away because they feel so nice on one’s feet. My girlfriend Veronica had told me in no uncertain terms that he was a cold looking fellow and she was a bit afraid of him because he had that cruel look in his eyes that most girls recognize as nasty to anything female. I knew that Vito was always talking real dirty about the things he liked to do to girls, but I knew he would never do any of that with me except for the occasional spanking and maybe a bit of slapping on my oversized breasts to make me feel excited and bounce up and down on his lap real nice. He was careful with keeping his hefty equipment inside his trousers because everyone in the family knew he had a history of interfering with young girls whenever he had the opportunity.

He was not like that with me. I was certain it was not only because we were related by blood but because I was totally blind and unable to stop him from having his way with me if he ever had that inclination. Sometimes it was fun to lay there on my tummy with his big rough hands on my backside and know that he was so very close to making me take his business but that he always let me off at the last second and just tapped my bare cheek with his hand to let me know it was time to turn over.

I didn’t mind turning over like that for Vito because I had been assured by my female friends that were sighted that I had a beautiful body and that my breasts were most delightful to the male eye with delicious looking nipples and I had a nicely trimmed bush down below that was tended by the lady on the first floor that had a sort of fetish for grooming young girl’s pubic areas and even was reputed to do enemas for those that were into that sort of thing. She was a divorced lady that had these loud clicking high heels that let you know she was coming into your close proximity and the scent of her French perfume was enough to make me dizzy with the excitement down between my legs.

When she had me face down on the sofa for my trimming session, all I could think about was how many guys she had pulled her knickers down for and if she took it up the ass like my high school teacher. It made me pause to consider my own sexuality and I definitely came down of the side of a nice-sized cock instead of a carpet covered pussy but I have to admit this lady made all my buttons start buzzing and I hoped she couldn’t see how excited and wet I had become when she put her hands on me down there.

I suspected she had some sort of thoughts about my guide dog Sampson because the naughty thing was constantly nosing her pussy and her ass as she worked on me and I sensed that the sexy sounding and sexy smelling divorced lady was onboard for a little doggy digging up high under her skirt. I could hear it and smell it rather than saw it but the gift of imagination had me so wet between my legs I felt like I just got out of a shower.

After she did my pussy, the exciting female lifted my feet to do my toenails and I pretended that I had fallen into a deep sleep from the sensuality of my pussy tending session. I even shamefully made noises that sounded like a gentle snore and heard her snicker at my weak disposition. Her work of my toes went quickly and then she moved up higher right back into the middle of my private parts territory and I knew she was going to make me have a nice orgasm before she was finished with me. I had to concentrate on the pretending and continuing to sound totally exhausted. It was hard work but I was overwhelmed with the need to have this woman’s fingers in my pudding pie and I allowed my gentle snores to slowly evolve into demented groans of pleasure letting her get the message that I would be obedient to her touch.

My first orgasm came and went and then her lips touched my recently trimmed feminine folds. Of course, that accelerated my second orgasm and I did nothing to hide this one because I wanted her to know I appreciated her efforts on my behalf.