Olivia reached over her head with her delicate arm and pushed her auburn hair behind her ears. She stumped into the house and pulled her shoes off, wincing. Another long day at Blockbuster was over and she could finally relax. Her translucent blouse (she hadn't noticed when she put it on) had done nothing to discourage customers. First a cup of hot tea. In the kitchen her large golden retriever, Marco, whined. “Again?” she said, trying to look angry.
A dog's mind has room for three concepts: food, play, and sex. His bowl was empty but it was more likely the dog's mind was on the tell-tail scent wafting from the pretty woman's panties. In truth she had been thinking about Marco all day – It helped her to relax. Olivia poured water from her tea kettle into her cup and added tea. She would wait a little... it made it sweeter for her desire. She poured dry food into Marco's bowl but uncharacteristically he ignored it. Now her short skirt did nothing to stop his questing nose.
She laughed out loud. “Down, you”! Her hand was a little more successful at pushing his head away. She settled onto her couch and enjoyed the steaming drink. Supper could wait, she mused, admiring Marco's long lustrous coat. She put the empty cup down on a table. “Come here boy”, she smiled. Marco wasted no time jumping onto the couch. The girl finally let herself relax running her fingers through his hair, cuddling him. As she lay on her back on the couch her white blouse pulled out of her skirt exposing a line of silky pale skin. She moaned and hugged the dog and opened her mouth allowing his tongue to explore.
She ran her hands down the beast's flank feeling his soft, hot skin. She slid down on the couch letting her skirt ride up, still running her hands over the big dog's ribs. Finally she pulled her panties down and guided his big red cock into her. She moaned her pleasure as Marco fucked her quickly and his knot expanded at her clit. She held tightly to him and bucked her hips in time with his movements. The girl tore open her blouse not even caring about a broken button and guided the dog's face to her breast, moving the bra cup down. She curled her legs around his back whimpering her pleasure as he moved, more slowly now.
The pleasure was too much and she cried loudly and her hips moved on their own. Her own movements slowed and stopped. As if reading her mind Marco leaped down and stood guard. Olivia sighed and relaxed, throwing the sodden underwear in the general direction of the hamper. She left her skirt up and stretched and smiled and blushed: the blinds were still open. Then she gave in to the warm comfort of her strong pet standing guard and drifted off into a deep sleep.