by RodgertheDodger (annerogerduncan@sti.net)

Story Code: F/Dog, Beast

I loved to get ready for Saturday night and as a young girl showing off my 'wares' at the local dance which meant for me a lot of primping with my hair, my fingernails nicely painted with my toes to match and I spent most of the day getting ready for the night: laying out my clothes, what I would wear (and not wear! I was a sexy thing and didn't wear a complete outfit if you get my hint). My routine: a thorough bath and after that, my body all radiant, a pedicure.

Mum and sisters were out for their own Saturday routines and I was alone in the house to pamper and primp myself. I had a date that night for the dance; a cute guy who liked to dance and feel me up, hands all over me, under me and in between, during and after the dance, lots of kissing and cuddling and thinking about Saturday night got me always got me going even during the day.

Our house was quiet with everyone else gone and after my bath I was towelled and squatting on a low stool painting my fingers and now my toes. Everything had to match: fingers, toes, hair ribbon setting off my dress. My feet in a pan of warm water, knees up and sitting on the stool, my little doggie nearby, tongue out as usual, walking to my pan of water, sniffing around, looking up as I patted his head and began to trim my toenails, doggie licking my fingers and sniffing my toes when I took a foot from the warm water, I patted his head and stroked his soft ears.

So picture this: a pretty girl, like me, only covered with a towel (covered? Not totally covered, I mean it was just a towel.) but I was alone in our kitchen, knees up, towel slipping to my waist, my privates, radiant from the bath, and there for the world to see but I was alone and private, pretty much alone, legs apart to better reach my feet, my toes closed together, the lips of my slit closed but my crotch open so I could get at my feet, doggie ready for head-patting, hand licking, me thinking of my date at the dance that night, totally clean from my bath, but thinking of what my date and I would be doing the dancing and feeling in dark corners of the dance hall and afterward when he would play with me and I would 'dance' my body on his hand, imagining how his fingers would feel, getting me hot and making me cum as he fingered my cunt, that he would whisper sweet nothings in my ear and kiss my mouth and tell me how pretty I am and how he loved my naked cunt; that he was glad I wasn't 'fully' dressed for our fun.

My doggie sensed something in me, scenting something, as I was dreaming of the dance and all the pleasure waiting for me and I gave no thought to his soft doggie head, his licking doggie tongue on my hand and then my toes but then he went between my knees and his cold nose brought me back to the kitchen and my pedicure. I pushed him away: "Naughty boy. Your nose is cold!"

He looked up at me curious, seeming to smile as he licked his muzzle. Then I was on my feet, his cold nose that shocked me so much moments earlier was seeking my private area again, I tried to push him away but my doggie had my scent and wanted more, his nose slipping all along my cunt from bottom up to top and I gasped when he slid up to the top and that cold nose on my fanny sent a thrill like it was my date was at me, but now it was during the day, an early excitement before the dance that night and I finally managed to push his nose away.

There wasn't anything wrong about an innocent dog or me and my pedicure but that cold nose was unexpected and shocking and brought thoughts of Saturday night to the here and now and I wasn't ready yet I thought. It was this strange thing in my mind and I was alone, it was quiet, my Mum and sisters wouldn't be back anytime soon; doggie looked hurt when I pushed him off, his eyes looked sad and would I let him 'nose me' again?

I wasn't easy, I was a good girl but his cold nose was exciting my privates and it was our very private thing; who would know; the kitchen was quiet except my ears were ringing; then doggie's wet cold nose was back on my slit spreading my lips apart with another shocking slide. My legs opened more as legs will and that cold nose rubbed from the bottom of my cunt to top. Sliding up my wet slit, hitting my button, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body, I put my hand on his head, this time petting his nose, his thrilling nose and then that tongue, up the walls of my slit again, 'Good doggie,' this time, getting me wet, his tongue had my taste and he was at it.

It was too late for me to stop; I wanted this now; I was past thinking, it was too naughty, too good and exciting and forbidden all together, his tongue and my fanny now in control. I was dancing in my mind feeling good things. My towel slipped off and I was smoothing my knees and down my legs, spreading my lips for my excited doggie and his anxious tongue, making me cum, licking up my juice and I was petting his ears, lifting his mouth on me. His tongue was dipping inside my slit for more and I was hot to my core. My body was throbbing now as his cold nose and hot tongue were bringing me off like no date had ever done at any dance or in any dark corner, my toes curling up with pleasure, and here in the middle of my quiet kitchen I could hear my date whispering as I came and came, this time not on his fingers, as he was holding my face. This time coming on a young doggie's tongue and I was holding doggie's face, hoping he wouldn't stop, not now in the middle of my pedicure. I was feeling very naughty and very hot being licked until he was finished with me and walked away to his water bowl, both of us panting. I looked down at my feet, easing them down in the water and finally cooling down from my thrilling pedicure.

Saturday night had come early. I knew I was guilty of this but had the right to remain silent even with the ringing still loud in my ears and making me smile as I licked my lips.

1,177 Words.

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