"No!"

Bending one knee, Linda kicked out at the animal, her sandal flying off her foot. Again Chad ducked, barking as the shoe flew past him. She watched breathlessly, watched his pointed ears pricking forward, watched his head tilting upward. He was smelling something. He was smelling her! She could tell it! He was smelling her aroused pussy, sniffing the musky odor flowing from her cunt. That awful muted growling noise came from his throat again. He was looking at her as a possible… a possible mate!

"Oh my God!" she gasped.

Her mind whirled about in horror. A mate! She would have rather died than let something like this happen! She would pitch herself out the window before letting that damned dog touch her!

"Damn you!" she spat.

Turning around, Linda raced up the stairs, feeling the sexy rub of her cunt lips against one another and her rising pink lump of clit-flesh. Reaching the top, the frantic woman turned around and saw Chad pause for a moment at the foot of the stairs. Then, with a loud bark, he raced up, his long pink tongue hanging from one corner of his mouth. No, no, this was awful, too sick for words! She heard the scratchy thudding of his paws as he reached the first landing, turned, then began racing up the remainder of the stairs toward her.

"Oh God!"

Backing away, the woman stumbled over a rip in the rug, regained her balance, then turned and began racing once more for her room.

"No!"

The dog was faster, reaching her before she had a chance to get near the opened bedroom door. In a moment she felt him threading his way between her legs once more, preventing her from moving forward. She stopped, covering her eyes with her hands, feeling her knees buckling once more as the German Shepherd licked her all over. He was touching her behind each knee, wetting her with that wonderful slick tongue.