How I Met Max and Helen

How I Met Max and Helen

By Drakon

Max tightened his grip around my waist and thrust forward violently. His massive knot was forced into my tight pussy and began to swell even more. I bit my lower lip to keep from screaming, not from the brief amount of pain but the tidal wave of pleasure that crashed over me. I couldn’t believe how incredible it felt as my body quaked uncontrollably. Less than twenty four hours earlier, I wouldn’t have thought I’d willingly put myself in this position.

Maybe I should start from the beginning. My name is Sandy and I’m twenty years old in my second year of college. I’m 5’-6” tall, weigh 127 and my measurements are 34C/26/36. I’m home visiting my parents in Southern California. It was just after noon when one of the neighbors I’ve known since I was a little girl pulled up next to my car as I was unloading my recent acquisitions from the mall.

“Hey Sandy…What are you doing this weekend?” Henry Daniels asked.

Mr. Daniels was in his mid fifties, handsome and very well off. He and his wife Helen lived down the street in the same wealthy neighborhood as my parents. I had seen his wife numerous times but was never introduced and knowing what she looked like, I was sure he wasn’t hitting on me with that question.

“I don’t have anything planned right now except hanging around the house now that my parents have left on their cruise.”

“I need to have someone take care of Max, our dog, while I go to Palm Springs on business this weekend.”

He went on to explain his partner had suddenly gotten sick and was supposed to meet some clients there. Now he had to go and take over and with his wife out of town, there was no one to take care of Max. I liked helping people in need so I agreed to meet him at his house in fifteen minutes so he could show me what needed to be done.

I put my shopping bags in the house and walked down the street to the Daniels’ house that sat at the end of a cul-de-sac. The garage was open and he was loading his golf bag and a suitcase into his BMW.

“Sorry to bother you on a Friday but I’m desperate,” he said, “I will make it worth your time.”

He led me to the side gate and into their enormous back yard. Max was in his dog run and barked when we approached. He is a huge four year old German Shepard, the biggest I’d ever seen. He was very intimidating and I stayed back as Mr. Daniels opened the gate. To my surprise, he was very well behaved. Max sat on command and Mr. Daniels called me over to meet him. I petted his head and he licked my hand. He had once been a show dog but now they only used him for his stud services.

Mr. Daniels told me he would feed Max before he left that afternoon and I was to come over Saturday morning to feed him and let him out to run around the yard for an hour or so. I’d have to come back Saturday evening and Sunday morning to do the same thing. Mrs. Daniels would be home from her spa weekend with her friends Sunday evening so she would take it from there. He walked me back out front after putting Max back in his run and gave me a key to the gate.

“Feel free to use the pool if you want and since I know college students are always short of spending money,” he said reaching into his pocket, “Here is some for your time and trouble.”

“Oh, Mr. Daniels, you don’t have to…” I said as he handed me three one hundred dollar bills.

He cut me off with a shake of his head and held up his hand, “You will be doing me a great service…Keep it.”

“Thanks Mr. Daniels,” I said and headed home.

I woke up the next morning, had some breakfast, put on one of the new bikinis I had just bought along with a loose tank top and shorts. I got a large beach towel and the rest of my tanning paraphernalia and put it in a bag before walking down to the Daniels’ house. I had noticed yesterday that the houses on either side of theirs were vacant; a sign of the times around here. I unlocked the gate and went in. Max was eagerly awaiting me. I told him to sit before opening his gate and then filled his bowl with food and topped off his water. He waited patiently for me to tell him it was ok to eat and when I did, he dove in ravenously. I left the gate open for him to come out and run around once he was finished and then I walked to the edge of the stone work pool. I put my bag on one lounge and my towel on another then removed my tank top and shorts. I looked around and decided since the houses on both sides were empty I could go topless without any fear of being seen.

I had just sat down when Max came bounding up to me for some attention. He stood in front of me and nudged my hand to pet him. I scratched his ears and ran my hand down his back a few times then reached to undo my bikini top. He nudged me again, this time with a pathetic whine. I scratched his chest down between his front legs which caused him to cock his head at a funny angle and one of his hind legs began to scratch the air.

“Did I find a tickle spot? Do you like that Max?” I asked in a playful voice.

He just kept scratching as long as I scratched his chest. I finally stopped and untied the strings at my neck and reached around to do the same to the tie at the back. As I did, Max stepped forward and licked my cheek so I sat up straight to avoid the next pass of his tongue. He just changed targets and licked my left breast and nipple. That really made me jump. I’ve always loved to have a guy lick and suck my tits. In fact, my last boy friend could nearly make me cum doing just that. A warm sensation began to build in my pussy. Max licked me again and I felt light headed. ‘Wow this is good,’ I thought as he continued to lap at my now rock hard nipple. I turned to give him access to my other breast and he didn’t miss a beat, giving it the same attention.

“Mmmmmmm,” I moaned, feeling my bikini bottoms becoming wet.

I had broken up with the last guy I was dating roughly six months earlier and hadn’t had any sex, other than masturbation, since then. To say I was horny would be a huge understatement, but what my mind considered next set off a three alarm moral fire in my brain when I saw Max’s bright red cock peeking out of its sheath.

“Holy shit! Look at the size of that thing!” I said out loud in total amazement.

I wasn’t sure if I was causing that or if he was just a horny devil. I looked into his amber eyes as he continued to stimulate my needy breasts. It felt so good and it started a war of monumental scale within me. My body wanted to give itself to this magnificent beast and let him do what he would to me while my logical mind was screaming ‘What the FUCK are you thinking!’

Max must have got the scent of my drenched pussy at that moment because he dropped his nose to my crotch and took a big taste with that amazing tongue. I shot straight up and sent the lounge skidding backwards a foot or two as I stood. When the shuddering inside me came under control, I looked back at Max. My mind was made up, I was gonna let Max fuck me but I wasn’t sure how. Doggy style is my favorite position with guys so it should be perfect with Max since he’s a dog and that’s where they got the term from. I looked around and saw a floatation mat nearby. I brought it over to the lounge, set it down next to it and Max got very excited. I dropped my bikini bottoms and stood there for a moment as a brief bit of doubt crossed my mind.

‘Should I really do this?’ I thought then Max’s tongue pushed into my wet valley and ran up to my throbbing clit and all doubt vanished as my knees nearly buckled. I pushed him back and knelt on the inch thick foam pad; my hands gripping the edges. My stomach was a flutter with anticipation and my pussy was flowing like a river. Max wasted no time sticking his nose right in there to have another taste. My arms turned to rubber and I collapsed down to my elbows, almost smashing my face into the concrete as his tongue snaked deep into my wet sex.

“Mmmmmmmmmm,” a guttural groan burst from my lips.

I was close, very close to a massive orgasm but he stopped. I sat there panting in hopes he would finish the job but he had other things in mind. Suddenly there was a tremendous weight on my back and powerful legs clamped around my waist. Max was making slow stabbing thrusts seeking my drooling hole with his tapered cock.