"Oh, please, don't…" Tanya breathed.

Bruno backed away a moment, momentarily discouraged by the tone of Tanya's words. But he began to whine excitedly, his front feet doing a little shuffle that moved him nearer and nearer to the lovely body he had already tasted. Seemingly unable to control himself, the big shepherd locked his teeth on the front of her blouse and pulled, tearing the fabric away to bear the lovely mounds of her bosom, then laving his moist tongue over one tingling breast. Then he turned his attention to the other one. When Tanya crossed her hands over her breasts to fend off the big dog, Bruno snuffled a hot trail down over her smooth belly and then began to sniff excitedly at Tanya's skimpy panties where her skirt had flipped up, letting his nose slide all over the stunned woman's scantily covered loins.

"Oh, no, not this again?" Tanya said, half in alarm, half in awe. She was sitting up now, drawing away from the dog's persistent attentions. For a moment Bruno stepped back, staring with unmistakable hunger at the half-naked female body before him. Tanya knew that this definitely wasn't Lobo – he was noticeably larger than his sire – but it was obvious that the huge German Shepherd was equally sexually attracted to women, and as much as she had enjoyed her perverse session with Lobo last week, in retrospect she had decided that she shouldn't repeat the experience. But then again, what could she do now? she thought, as an electric thrill shot from her moistening pussy up the tips of her panting breasts.

Half closing her lustrous dark eyes, the sensual young female fought to dominate her fright and lay back on the carpet, letting her arms move down to her sides. Then pressing them in, she squeezed her sleek breasts together, making them peak up together like miniature pink-capped mountains.

"Okay, big boy," she whispered up to the dog, giving up the fight, her body automatically remembering the joy she had felt with Lobo. "You can lick them." She didn't have to say it again. Bruno moved forward eagerly, dipping his head to let his cold nose thrust inquisitively into the deep cleft between the taut white mounds, and then once again his massive tongue shot out, licking wetly over the soft resilient flesh below.