"Stop that, you bad dog!" she snapped.

Rex yelped in confusion. Catherine stared at him in amazement. But she was more amazed by her own reactions than by the dog's actions. His tongue had felt so good! Why, if she hadn't stopped him in time, she might well have creamed on that doggy tongue! The very idea of such depravity caused her to flush with shame.

She looked down at her crotch, seeing that her hairy pussy was frothy with doggy slobber. Then she looked at his lolling tongue again, seeing the silvery streaks of cuntjuice that trickled down the wet red tongue. Rex whimpered, his nostrils flaring. Her gaze moved lower and Catherine whimpered, like a dog herself, when she saw the dumb brute's massive hard-on. The sight fascinated her. Catherine adored prick and gazing at that doggy whopper cock thrilled her to the core, filling her with unholy desire.

The Alsatian's prickshaft was long and thick sprouting out of his swollen scumbags like a bludgeon, and the head of his cock was a throbbing wedge of fiery-red meat. A glob of doggy jism glistened on the tip, squeezing from his parted piss hole.

"Holy shit," Catherine whispered, huskily.

Rex barked with hopeful enthusiasm, his head bobbing up and down and his dark flanks trembling.

Catherine's pussy was heating up again, her lust inspired by the caress of the beast's tongue and magnified by the very fact that it had been a bestial caress that had inspired her emotions. It was wicked to let a dog lap her pussy, she knew. It was depraved and degenerate. And yet despite that – or because of it – the idea was so thrilling that the horny woman began to shudder.

Should she let the dog lick her off?

Oh, no! I mustn't! she told herself. And yet the hot, wet sensation caused by his nimble cuntlapper still lingered in her steaming cunt and her conscience was struggling with her desire. Maybe it wasn't so really wicked, she thought. Maybe it was just kind of naughty. It was just his tongue, after all. She had often let the friendly dog lap her hands and face. Was it so much different if she let him lap between her legs? It wasn't as if she would be getting fucked by a dog, she reasoned. Getting a little hot tongue wasn't so terribly depraved, after all.