"Go!" she said, frowning while pointing a finger at him.

At first it seemed to work. Bodego whimpered, starting to turn around and walk toward the kitchen. Then he stopped, then turned back.

Janet felt panic grip her throat and heart. "Bad dog! I said go, or you won't get any dinner."

He stopped again, his large woolly body trembling with excitement. The big brown Airedale seemed to be considering his options. The smell of her pussy was too strong for him to ignore. He was going to risk everything to lick a taste of that tempting hot food between his mistress' legs.

"No!"

He was swarming around her legs, nosing up her dress, dragging his hot tongue over her flesh.

"Stop it. Don't touch me like that! Ohhh, don't!"

Her voice was quickly losing its conviction. Her fingers were loosening on the handrailing as Bodego pressed against her legs. Hot flashes raced up and down her thighs. Her cunt tensed up and grew wet while bolts of excitement made every square inch of her body incredibly sensitive to the slightest touch.

Bodego kept on licking, dragging his tongue around her toes, then moving it over the tops of her feet, up to her ankles, then to the soft spots behind her knees. It was devastating! Janet felt her flesh being washed down by that hot doggie spit! The touch of his tongue, the rub of his snout against her skin was turning her into some kind of depraved whore who would do anything. Nothing in her life had prepared her for this. Even with all the experimenting she and her ex-husband had done in the sack, nothing had ever indicated that a dog would turn her on.

"Oh no, no!"

She drew both hands over her face, pressing fingertips against her forehead. It was wrong, so wrong to be doing this!

Janet leaned heavily against the handrail, struggling for breath. She felt the hem of her dress growing wet with Bodego's spit. He was becoming more and more excited. Janet shook her head from side to side.