Doggie Sitter

I’m a good person . . . The way this whole thing started was not my fault and was absolutely beyond my control. My senses of right and wrong, sexual perversion, personal sexuality, and satisfaction were all thrown into question; my world turned upside down.

I’ve shed a lot of tears over the guilt and shame I’ve experienced as a result of discovering my true nature. Still, I can honestly say that I’ve since learned to understand and appreciate what I am and what sexually makes me happy.

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My name is Abigail.

My ex-boyfriend’s name is Marcus, and his older brother, Paul. Marcus and I had been together for about five years, and I thought we were a happy, reasonably well matched couple . . . until we weren’t. It all changed when I met someone else and began sleeping with him. I honestly did not mean or want to hurt Marcus; I didn’t intend to cheat on him; it just sort of happened. Our relationship ended one night when Marcus was supposed to be out of town, and instead, he walked in on the new boyfriend and me having sex. I packed some clothes and left that night.

We didn’t talk for a few days but eventually did, and I thought we were honest with each other about our true feelings and the intimate details of our relationship. I told Marcus that I still “loved” him and wanted to keep him as a close and valued friend. He said he understood, felt the same way, and also wanted to remain friends. I can’t describe my happiness at hearing this. Yes, even though Marcus could be a jerk sometimes, and my cheating hadn’t helped our relationship, I still loved him in my own way.

I’ve never liked Paul, his brother. He was dominating and controlling, and I had always felt there was something unsavory about him. Even before Marcus and I started going together, I had heard rumors that he and Paul indulged in kinky fetishes and perverted sexual proclivities with a small group of friends. I found this hard to believe, especially as it pertained to Marcus. I just prayed that Marcus had not been a participant in these activities.

Though I didn’t know why I did know that Paul had never wanted Marcus and me together, Paul had aggressively tried to come on to me on more than one occasion. Of course, I shut him down, and he eventually directed his attention elsewhere. That having been said, even now, if he catches me alone, he will come up behind me, rub himself against me, and whisper, “I’m gonna fuck you, Abbi.” I’d push him away, and seeing the expression on my face, he’d always burst out laughing and saunter away as I cursed at him.

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Of all the things I disliked most about Paul was that beast of a canine he called Tallos. Tallos was a large handsome German Shepherd. Brown and tan coloring and weighing in at about 115 lbs. By comparison, I’m on the petite side. Barely 5’ 5” and weighing 100 lbs., Tallos came up to my hips, and if he stood on his hind legs, he was as tall if not taller than me. Paul has had the dog since it was a puppy and had trained him to be as mean as he was. Tallos’ demeanor was intimidating and aggressive, just like Paul’s.

Because most people felt uncomfortable and nervous around Tallos, for the most part, he was kept in or around the house, and on those occasions when the brothers had visitors, Paul would put Tallos in his kennel or let him loose in the large outside dog run.

Paul was married, and I could see that Paul’s wife got along well with Tallos. I realize this is a personal issue, but watching how she petted and fawned over the dog made me feel uncomfortable. She never seemed upset when Tallos would stick his nose between her legs whenever she was near him. She would absently let him sniff her and then half-heartedly push his head away if I were present. But for me . . . I did not like the dog and would not go near him. They say that most animals have heightened sensitivities that humans can’t appreciate. I didn’t trust him, and I do not doubt that he sensed my feelings.

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A few months passed after Marcus, and I broke up, and around this time, Marcus and Paul were called out of town on family business. Marcus said they couldn’t take Tallos with them and didn’t want to board him. They both knew I disliked the dog and was a little afraid of him, so I was surprised when they asked if I would dogsit him for the ten days, they would be away. Of course, I told them no. I didn’t think it would be a good idea for me to dogsit Tallos. But after being reassured that the dog could be kept outside and that all I needed to do would be to visually check on him two or three times a day and make sure his water and food dispensers were kept full, I reluctantly relented.



The brothers left on Friday, and everything went fine for the first few days . . . Tallos minded his business, and I minded mine. However, Monday morning, I noticed Tallos whining and pacing in the rear yard and became concerned. After watching him off and on through most of the day, I let him into the house. He went to his corner in the kitchen and curled up on his bed. Realizing that he hadn’t been fed for most of the day, I prepared his bowl and placed it on the floor. He immediately jumped up and, showing his teeth began growling at me in a threatening way. I didn’t understand why he was acting like this, but honestly, at this point, I was pissed and didn’t care anymore.

“Fine, I said out loud to him, you can starve for all I care,” and after turning off the light, I went upstairs to my room, took a quick shower, threw on a t-shirt, and crawled into bed.

*****

I was experiencing a dream so real that in my hazy half-dream state, I thought my ex-boyfriend Marcus was here in bed with me. He’d never made me feel quite this way, and though he didn’t like using his mouth on me, he would half-heartedly lick my pussy if I insisted. But tonight, he was eating pussy like it was his favorite thing in the world. I began to orgasm and hump my hips upward, trying to take his tongue deeper inside me. Marcus’ licking slowed, and my eyes sleepily fluttered open, expecting to see the top of his blonde head nestled between my legs.

It wasn’t Marcus! It was the dog Tallos who licked my clit and slipped his tongue up my pussy.

Startled and confused, I began crying.

“Stop . . . get off,” I screamed while trying to push him off. “Get off! Get off,” I cried out louder and began kicking. Tallos momentarily stopped and, lifting his head, growled and bared his teeth. I know it sounds crazy, but he locked eyes with me as if warning me not to fight him. His eyes seemed to say, “Don’t fight me bitch . . . I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if you resist, if you don’t submit.”



I understood his silent menace and was paralyzed with fear. All I could do was lie on my bed, afraid to move, afraid he would attack me.

My legs were closed, and Tallos began trying to part my thighs. He started pushing his nose against my mound and rubbing it over my covered clit. Eventually, he managed to open my legs wide enough to slide his nose deeper between my thighs. My t-shirt offered no protection, and he sniffed my pussy for several minutes before he resumed darting his tongue in and out of my now dripping slit, running his tongue with broad laps from my clit to my ass and back. I could feel a faint tingling between my legs and a growing achiness that slowly enveloped my crotch area. Tallos continued slowly moving his head between my thighs. I knew I had become sexually aroused, and the inevitability of my approaching orgasm made me quiver. Within seconds I began to cum, hard and wet.

Licking away my pussy juice that was now smeared across his snout, Tallos stood and watched me closely before jumping off the bed and going downstairs.