“You mean besides torturing you?” I grinned. “Why, to answer my question of course. If you enjoyed it. And Jenna, your eyes don’t lie. You loved it.”
She was silent as her brain slowly accepted the information I had given her. Her face was white as she asked me the question I had been waiting for. “So… What happens now?”
“Well that’s entirely up to you. Have you accepted the fact that you enjoy being eaten out by your dog?” I smirked at her face’s response. She was repulsed at my boldness but at the same time, still so full of lust.
It took her a long time to answer, and she couldn’t bear to make eye contact with me as she did. Her face bowed once again as she admitted to the both of us her answer. “Yes….”
“I’ll hear you say it,” I continued to torture her.
After a few seconds of gathering herself, she was able to form the words I wanted to hear. “I… enjoy getting eaten out by my dog…” I smirked as I knew I had her in the palm of my hand. I softly caressed her cheek, then lifted her chin up so her eyes were forced to look into mine.
“Then I suggest that you go over onto the couch,” I pointed, her look of confusion quickly shot down my own look of confidence.
Without any more hesitation, she obeyed, going over and sitting on the couch that was once my bed. I followed her, standing a few feet in front of her.
“Why don’t you take off that sweatshirt?” I recommended, to which she also obeyed without a fuss.
As she lifted the baggy grey sweatshirt, my hopes were restored as she revealed a much more “Jenna Style” top: An extremely tight tank top that showed off her body amazingly. With no bra on, I could see the outline of her boobs perfectly.
I recollected myself as I knew there was still more work to be done. “And now the sweats?” I coached her forward. She slowly lifted her legs horizontally, tugging at the loose material until a pair of yellow boyshorts were completely visible. She folded up the sweats and placed them on top of the sweatshirt at the back of the couch. She looked at me, her eyes completely submissive, pleading for me to tell her what to do next.
“Lose the rest of the clothing,” I told her, my voice firm even though I was nervous as hell. Without a second thought, she reached back and lifted her tank top up over her head. Her boobs were a magnificent sight to see! So perfectly shaped. They were smaller than I pictured, but were still pretty sizable.
For the first time all morning I saw her smile, and I realized that my jaw was hanging open. “You like what you see, kiddo?” she jested, making the situation feel much lighter. But without wasting another moment, she quickly wrestled out of her undies, placing them atop the pile of clothes.
There she sat, completely naked before me. Her entire body seemed anxious, as if it couldn’t wait to see what I had in store for her. I so badly wanted to jump her right then and there, but I knew that there was something else needing to be done.
“Now lay down,” I continued, her anticipation growing. Upon my request, she laid back on the couch, her head against one side, her legs folded up so her knees were in the air, her feet touching her ass.
“And now, call your puppy,” I finished.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, gathering herself. “Kermit!” she finally cried out.
I cracked a smile as I heard a collar’s tag jingle. From her bedroom, her dogs head shot up in response to hearing his name…
To be continued!