Chapter 44

Sleep came for Alan fairly quickly. He is well rested by the time he wakes. He does so, finding the bed empty. Figuring that Debbie is in the kitchen or something, she pads into the bathroom and relieves himself. When he appears back in the bedroom, he notices the house is quiet.

Slipping into the hallway and into the living room there is no sign of any life save his in the house. Sandy isn’t even coming to greet him. He searches all over, but can find neither dog nor woman. The clock catches his eye and he sees that he doesn’t have much time before he needs to get to work. He is the boss though, he can be late. Today though, he feels the need to be on time. So he gives up the search, vowing to return to it later on. He dresses and slips out the door.

He trots into his office just in time to see Sandy pulling fingers from her pussy. She is looking at them, seeming to not have noticed his presence yet. He knows it’s Sandy even though she looks like a human form of her. The man racks his mind, searching for the term. He finds it quickly and remembers the word anthro. His first thoughts are what the fuck? and how?

Sandy sees her fingers covered in clear, slick goo. As she is looking at them, she knows Alan has entered the office. She chuckles to herself thinking that he would enjoy seeing her play with herself. She looks up for the first time at him and tells him, “Sit.”

The man does, taking a seat on the chair directly across from her.

Maybe he’ll lick my fingers. She knows that he would be interested in doing so. She dips her fingers back in her wet pussy and then holds them out to him.

Alan cocks his head to the side once. Then he stands and goes over to her. He freezes for a moment after he has knelt on the floor before her chair. He moves his head closer to the wet digits and sniffs. His tongue slips out and he licks them. When it goes back into his mouth, a look of delight comes over his face. He goes back for a second, third and then forth lick. She tastes great, perhaps better than he thought she would. Sandy dips her hand into her wet snatch a few more times and he licks it all off.

She feels an overwhelming sense of pride in her human. Deciding that he deserves more, she takes off the shirt that she is wearing. She was only naked from the waist down. Then she sits on the edge of the chair so that her pussy is easy to get to. She leans back in the chair, positioning her open and exposed cunt very close to his face. Sandy is breathing hard and shaking a little, waiting for him to do what he does best. She freezes when she watches his mouth muscle come out again and he licks her from asshole to clit. It felt so good she cannot help but wag her tail, which isn’t all too easy considering that she is sitting on most of it. She leans back further and closes her eyes.

Alan cannot seem to get enough. He laps at her as if he were a dog. This is different, yet very exciting. He is using very long strokes with his small, human tongue. And it doesn’t take Sandy long before she is shuddering in an orgasm. It produces the fluid he likes so much. And so he keeps on licking, taking her right into another. Sandy jerks a little.

Now her clit, which normally sits just inside is now on the outside, and it is super sensitive now—almost too sensitive to the touch. Alan seems to know this as he backs off. The way Sandy is leaning back in the chair, his face is visible between the two rows of her breasts. Her nipples need attention and she wonders if he can handle all of them. She pats her belly.

Alan lifts up on his haunches, setting his hands on either side of her on the arms of the chair. Her many breasts are basically in his face. She grabs one and directs toward his mouth. She almost wishes she was pregnant with a litter of his pups, she knows he would be consumed with them all day if they were full of milk. Just something to keep him occupied right now is enough though. The man flicks out his tongue against it and it is enough to send shock waves through the whole set of them.