Doggy Styles 10 – The Dog Walker by UndeniableUrges
Unleash your wild side with "Doggy Styles 10 - The Dog Walker" by UndeniableUrges. Get lost in this steamy erotic sex story as a passionate encounter unfolds between a dog walker and their mysterious client. Dive into the world of forbidden desires and electrifying chemistry in this must-read tale.<br/>
Experience sizzling passion and unexpected desires in ‘Doggy Styles 10 – The Dog Walker’ by UndeniableUrges. Dive into a world where temptation meets thrilling encounters, and let your imagination run wild. Discover the untamed allure of this adult erotic tale that will leave you breathless and craving more.
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Chapter Summary – Claire works at her side job. And later, her new friends visit her at the kennels.
Previous Chapter Summary – Claire spent some fun quality time with her new friend Brenda (and Duke, of course).
Note – This is a work of fiction, make-believe and fantasy. It is not based on real people or actual events. You must be 18 or over to read these stories. The author does not condone any sexual activity involving animals or sexual activity among persons under 18 in real life. It is OK to have fantasies, but turning a fantasy into reality can ruin your life. Don’t ruin your, your pets, or other people’s lives!
(Twenty five pages of Graphic, Intense, Furry-Fun, so pace yourself, and come back again when you’ve recovered)
Hope you like it!
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Claire Davis watched the dog’s huge, heavy balls swaying in front of her. It was almost hypnotic, the way they swung back and forth. The teenager wondered how much cum was backed-up in those big, bouncing beauties.
“Come on, Earl, you big, goofy dog,” Claire said playfully. “More walking and less sniffin’ and pissin’, OK?”
Hearing his name, Earl, a large, handsome Siberian husky, turned to glance at Claire. He paused, sniffed, and immediately hiked his leg against yet another tree. His large cock was on display for the horny young teen once again. Claire paused to admire it for a moment. It was swollen in its sheath and the tip of his pink, pointed dick stuck out slightly. He was horny alright.
Claire sighed. “What is it with these amateur breeders, Earl?” she said aloud. “Raising pretty dogs only to let them mate once or twice a year – if they’re lucky.” She was considering when and where Earl might be getting lucky today. She felt sorry for the poor animals and had vowed to do whatever she could to help them. Her guilt over teasing her dog Duke had made her realized the sexual agony male dogs were going through – not being able to jack themselves off, like human males.
Earl was owned by an acquaintance of her father who was also an amateur breeder. Word had gotten out about young Claire and her fantastic training results – not only training dogs to walk on a leash, but also training them to be more ‘relaxed’ at home, and not constantly humping anything and everything all the time. Her phone has been buzzing with so many new clients, she didn’t know how she could accommodate all of them.
“Come on, Earl,” Claire said. “Let’s get to the park.” She was in a hurry. Earl was the second dog she had walked this morning, and she still had to get to Mrs. Hill’s kennels to start her shift.
‘I need to find a way to do a lot of dogs at once,’ she said to herself. ‘But, if I’m not careful, it might turn into a doggy-orgy!’ The thought made her teenage pussy twitch. All those wet dog tongues licking her and so many doggy-dicks to play with! ‘Mmmm, mmm!’
Claire arrived at the park and walked past the shelter-house. It was still early morning and not many people were out yet, but Claire knew there was much more privacy in the woods than behind the small building. She remembered her last experience there; she had almost gotten caught jacking-off a huge St. Bernard. He started whining when he began to cum and someone heard him and came over to investigate. Clare had just finished licking her hand clean when a man walked around the corner.
“Is everything OK?” the man had asked. “I heard your dog crying.” He looked concerned.
Embarrassed at almost being caught stroking off a dog-cock. Claire assured him everything was alright. “I think he stepped on something,” Claire lied. She pretended to look at the dog’s paw, while hoping the man didn’t notice Earl’s still dripping cock. The dog turned, and there was no way he could miss the massive, wet, exposed, hunk of dog-cock hanging obscenely beneath the beast’s belly. A string of cum was oozing from its tip.
“Uh…,” Claire began. “There must be a female in heat somewhere.”
“Yeah, that must be it,” the man replied. He looked at Claire and then at the dog’s oozing shaft before meeting Claire’s eye once again. He grinned.
“Take good care of your dog now, little girl,” he said with a chuckle and then left.
Not wanting a repeat of that embarrassment, Claire returned to the secluded spot in the woods she had recently discovered, even though it was a much further walk. It gave a good view of the path in both directions. There was a small building there – nothing more than a roof and three walls, with open windows, a concrete floor and a picnic table. It offered hikers a place to take a break on a long walk, or a place to get out of the rain.
Claire sat on the bench, looked both left and right down the path, and called the dog over to her.
“You need to shoot your stuff really bad, don’t you boy?” Claire said. “I can tell.” She began to pet Earl, scratching his ears a little before running her hands down his sides and finally towards his belly. She spoke softly, not wanting to scare him. Her hands came closer and closer to his swollen sheath, until she was ‘accidentally’ rubbing it with the back of her hand. Earl like that. He liked it a lot.
“Oh, my poor, horny boy,” Claire said. “No one’s ever touched you there, have they?”
Earl’s cock began to expand. Claire rubbed his hairy sheath a little bit more, becoming more aggressive with her touch, now rubbing his entire shaft. When she felt wetness on the back of her hand, she changed her tactics and ran her fingers up both sides of his cock. She felt him harden even more.
“Mmmmm,” Claire moaned, “Bitch-Hand-Job”.
Claire always used her special “Bitch” words with all the dogs she took care of. She hoped they might eventually learn her unique commands, even though she didn’t have the time or the place to train them properly.
“You like that baby?” she asked. “Do you like Claire’s Bitch-Hand-Job?”
Earl did like what she was doing to him, no matter what sounds were coming out of her food-hole, and told her so. He licked Claire’s face and Claire sloppily kissed him back.
Claire glanced around once again to make sure no one was coming, then bent down to get a better look. Just as she suspected. Earl’s cock was a beauty. Really thick with a perfectly shaped head. She spat into her hand and gently stroked his exposed shaft.