eyes brooding and thoughtful. He would wait for her. Forever, if need be…
Especially now that his mistress, the one next door, had replaced him for the weekend with her sister's dog. He'd show her he wouldn't be left out in the cold with no warm, sweet-smelling woman to cuddle up to at night!
Visibly shaken, Rhonda managed to straighten up and find her way to a standing position. She steadied herself as best she could with one hand on the tub, then sat down on its edge until she could get her breath. She would have sat down of the toilet seat, across the way, but her muscles had turned to jelly, and she was huffing and puffing and her heart pounding as if she'd just run the three-minute mile.
'So… you… so that's what you… you do… shame!'
It seemed like years before the thousand vibrating pieces her loins had smattered into finally came back together again, and even then they continued to jump for some time before she could get to her feet again. Still intent on giving her new charge a bath, she staggered over to the sink to get a brush, rubbing her thighs tightly together in an attempt to kill some of the terrible pressure that was building between her shivering legs.
'You-you naughty dog,' she said, only mildly cross and really less cross that she thought she should be, shaking the brush at him. 'You must never do that again. You hear? Or you're going back to that crazy mistress of yours… for keeps! Somehow, I really don't think you want to do that…' The last was said with a half-smile.
Cesar cringed down on the tile and looked up at her with woeful eyes. He wanted to please his new mistress, and couldn't understand her sudden burst of anger – she had smelled so ready for him. What was the matter?
Rhonda glanced at herself in the mirror. Her face had gone completely crimson and she was surprised to see that her nipples had tautened again. If that was the effect of a little playful show of affection by a charming dog like this one, then Bob had definitely left her alone one night too long! Surely the dog had meant nothing sexual by it – dogs always licked people when they were happy. If she hadn't been in such an unusual position he might have licked her face, or her hand. It was natural for him to be so demonstrative.
But not so natural for her to be blushing so hotly and aroused to the extent that her loins felt as if they were filled with honey. She had to get a grip on herself.
'Come here,' she said imperiously to the dog, pointing at the floor in front of her.
Cesar got up obediently and went over to her standing at attention with his tongue panting out. Then he was thrilled again as his beautiful mistress got down on her knees, her milk-white breasts ballooning nakedly against his furry body as she began brushing out his snarled and filthy coat.
Rhonda could not keep back a shiver of excitement as the erotically stiffened tips of her breasts brushed back and forth over Cesar's shaggy, unkempt body, his fur tickling titillatingly at the already sensitive puckered little nerve buds. Her breasts had always been unusually tender and the feel of his muscular canine body against her smooth, sleek white flesh was totally unlike anything the yearning redhead had ever experienced before. She couldn't label it either. It was not obscene – and yet it was. It was warmth and affection and understanding and love, and all the thousand and one cozy things that dogs and humans find together, and yet it was more than that. And she liked the feel. Why hadn't she thought of getting a dog herself?
'Now… is that better?' she crooned, her nostrils flaring without her certain knowledge, the outer well of her pussy becoming quietly flooded with moisture as it poised in readiness for some obscure, unnamable thing. She ran the brush through Cesar's rough coat, straightening out the snarls and making it smooth and sleek again, as it should be. Of course, he hadn't known what he was doing. He was just a dumb animal. He couldn't have had any idea what his licking of her responsive pussy was doing to her. After all, he wasn't a man.
Not that she had ever permitted her fiancee to do anything so filthy. Oh sure, though, Bob had tried, begged her, but she'd always managed to talk him out of it at the last minute, asking him to wait for marriage.
But if such a thing could be so wildly stirring, could it be that it was she who was wrong, to have put him off? She was getting all mixed up.
But this was all harmless. If she was aroused it was merely for Bob… then, too, there was that little stretch of time on the waterbed when he had gotten so hot.
'There, is that better?' she asked as she finished giving Cesar's coat its first set of strokes, swinging her long red hair back over her shoulder.
Only to have Cesar answer by abruptly turning his head and darting out his long thick tongue to wash wetly and intoxicatingly across her startled open mouth. 'Why…!' But before she could finish, his tongue had artfully inserted itself between her lush red lips and he was French kissing her, stuffing that long wet tongue all the way into her mouth, licking at her even white teeth and all around the sides of her gasping mouth.
She tried to fend him off by gripping his shaggy fur around his neck, but instead found herself responding in a way that was wholly unexpected. His kiss was so like Bob's – except for the size of his tongue, which of course, was so much bigger – that she couldn't seem to keep herself from kissing him back. She sucked on his tongue luxuriously, and licked it all over with instinctive adoration of its dominating maleness. And instead of pulling away, her softly mounded breasts pressed themselves snug into the warmth of his fur, and she felt a wave of warm cuntal moisture shoot down from her loins in natural feminine response.
But this was terrible! The urge to lie down on the bathroom floor and spread her legs for him – for this dog! – was overwhelming!
Rhonda was incredulous! She had known that she was in a mildly turned-on state, but hadn't guessed for a minute that desire could be unleashed so awesomely like this, with the swiftness and force of a mighty river breaking through its own floodgates and spilling forward in a great tidal wave of emotion.
It seemed like an endless decade for a kiss. She couldn't seem to get her breath. She knew that the wetness from her hopelessly aroused cunt was seeping into the already tangled red curls of her pubic hair, but she couldn't seem to do anything about it. Her breasts were alive with a throbbing that threatened to break her heaving chest and her hard little nipples ached to be sucked. Indeed, she probably, wouldn't have been able to tear herself away if suddenly the water in the bathtub hadn't threatened to overflow. As it was, she was barely able to break from Cesar's passionate animal kiss and rush to the taps in time. Turning them both off, she whirled around just in time to keep Cesar from pushing his snout up again between her legs.
'I know you now, you – you lecher,' she warned him, shaking her finger at him. 'You know just what you're doing, don't you? Well, you're not going to do it again – not here. You can try that on some of your other women friends. Don't you feel any shame?'
But Cesar only grinned malevolently and she realized with a quickening of her overexcited heart that she had taken the wrong tack.
'Well,' she sniffed, 'you've really hurt my feelings. But anyway, I promised you a bath and that's what you're going to get. Get in the tub.'
Cesar put his forelegs on the edge of the bath and with an effortless little shuffle born of long experience he clambered over the edge with his hind legs, too, to tall with a splash into the soapy, warm water.
'Well, there's just a little too much water, but you stay there and behave yourself while I take the plug out. I'm warning you…'
The big dog grinned, his large tongue lolling out. True to her word, she watched him carefully as she removed the stopper and some of the water gurgled out until the bath was only half full! Cesar stood quietly watching her from the other end of the tub; his dark eyes shining with both love and confusion at his new keeper's actions. What was the matter? Didn't she want to play? Why had she scolded him so harshly? Maybe this was a new game.
Even though she now had some inkling of the dog's lecherous intentions, it hadn't quite registered with Rhonda just precisely in what danger she was. She hadn't bothered to put on her robe. So despite all the warning she had, Rhonda was still to some extent blissfully unaware of the true situation as her canine visitor waited in patience with his big brown eyes trained unnervingly on her. Her naked breasts swayed hypnotically before him, just a tongue's length away from his open mouth, and the tantalizing scent of her loins was driving Cesar crazy. Now, as she began to soap up a large sponge, getting on her knees at the side of the tub, the tormented dog's penis jerked and bounced with anticipation, filling hotly with blood.
The sponge foamed with lather as she squeezed it. Now she was ready. He would get a bath and that would be the end of it. So she filled the sponge with water again and again as she ran it over his heavy animal body, squeezing the lather out all over him. The water dripped down from his crown, over his back, along his rib cage, over his quivering tail, and finally down along a gleaming red point which Rhonda was surprised to find emerging
