I always took my dog Tyson for a jog in our local park close to dusk. It was cooler and there were fewer people around. What wasn’t routine though was my sudden urge to pee! I find a quiet spot to do the dirty and wind up attracting the sudden determined advances of Tyson. He’s keen to breed and the more of his lust that I see the more it turns me on too. Breed me, Tyson. I want it!
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“Tyson!” I hissed, but something had really gotten into the mutt.
He was pushing his face towards mine, lapping his tongue frantically and wagging his tail.
“Quit it,” I said, trying now not to smile at the unusually predicament I found myself in.
I scrunched my nose as his big tongue washed over me, feeling my bladder approach empty as the stream of pee began to wane.
Tyson put one of his big paws on my leg and nudged me again, this time hard enough to knock me forwards. I fell into a crawl, my yoga-pants wrapped around my knees and my ass bared to the world.
“Tyson, you—” I started, but again I heard the pounding of footsteps approach.
Tyson sniffed around me as I froze, hoping not to be discovered. He nudged beneath me and then came around to my bare ass, tickling his wet nose against my exposed flesh.
I swiped my hand quickly at him, staring my eyes at him as the sound of a passing person got even louder. I watched on my knees, terrified as they sauntered by. They were oblivious to the eye-opening sight just beyond the shrubbery.
Tyson lapped a tongue over the cheek of my ass, then he took another swipe but this time he found his way between my ass.
My eyes bulged and I tried not to enjoy it. His huge, wet tongue slathered my petals, cleaning me of my pee and giving me the added bonus of eroticism in the process.
I could still see the stranger departing along the path. I kept myself as frozen as possible, listening to Tyson behind me as again his big tongue swooshed out of his mouth and slathered my sinful pussy. This time a groan escaped me and I brought a hand over my mouth quickly to stifle it.
“Tyson,” I hushed softly. The stranger had all but disappeared and we were alone again. Despite this, I didn’t move.
Instead I stayed on my hands and knees, staring back at Tyson as he took another lick over my sensitive flesh. I cooed delightedly and told myself that there was nothing I could do. It wasn’t as if I’d forced him. It was a coincidence, pure and simple—albeit a decidedly naughty one.
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