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It would be rude to say no. Right?

Hey! I’m Emily. I was unsure if I should write this down or not. They say that writing about the traumatic experience might make it easier to move on. And moving seems to be the difficult part. I cannot really blame anyone else except myself on this one. I could try to blame the animals in the story but since they just acted out of instinct, it would not be fair. To make some sense, I need to take this several weeks back. But trust me, I try to be brief.

I have always been shy, maybe introvert if you prefer. But it is not like that I do not enjoy my time with other people. In fact some of the best memories are from times when I was able to get over my fears. But that is the tricky part. How to get over the fears? I have this odd fear of not being successful. And it is so bizarre! I know that failing would not be the end of the world but my head just makes it a big deal. I do not dare to try something if I am not fairly confident that I will ace it. So that is why I have opted out from many events and parties or making a move with a guy I liked. The last one in the list hurts the most. After all I am quite good looking girl. I am 25 years old, 174cm tall and I weight 54kgs. And I got decent assets that boys do appreciate; kind face with perky B-cup breasts and butt that looks great with skirts. I also wear glasses but what I have heard, those do work for me.

Anyway, I thought that I had found solution for my problem. I heard from my friends about self-hypnotism. It is basically made for relaxation but it can also help you kick out bad habits like smoking and in my case, fears of messing up. And more I read about it online, more I got interested. This effects of self-hypnotism seems to vary between different people. For some, they did absolute nothing. That group seemed to be people who had strong understanding of their selves and they were generally very confident regarding everything. And that made sense, why would you need to convince yourself to do something when you generally already feel that you are doing the right thing. At the other spectrum there were people who were open for external influence and they generally were trying to improve their selves. As you might guess, that group of people was able to benefit from self-hypnotism quite a lot. And I felt quite strongly that I belonged to the latter group.

Exercises to self-hypnotism were quite easy to manage. Peace and quiet were the most important requirements for this to work. As important was to understand what the person wanted to achieved. I wanted to be able to take calculated risks in my life. By calculated risks I mean items which I might enjoy but I was too afraid to say yes. Like going on dates and such. At past I’ve always felt rude when I’ve said “no” and I do not want to feel that anymore. I will not bore you with all different exercises there are, I am sure you can find them from internet. But let’s just say that it involved all the usual ones like close your eyes, breathing exercises, reaching out with all different senses etc. If you have time, feel free to check out. Preferably after you have reached to the end of this story.

I repeated the exercises daily. And I thought I was getting more confident as the days went on. It is hard to describe. It was like… before you couldn’t make choice between going left or right. Maybe at right you get hit by bus? Maybe at left there is a robber? But after time went by you casually chose left because robber is probably better than getting hit by bus. You know? With robber there is better chance of getting out alive. It is certain level of risk management.

Little by little, I started to apply this to my life. I chose evening out with friends rather than staying alone at home. I chose dinner outside rather than ordering in. I chose saying yes rather than saying no. And by saying “yes” vocally and non-vocally is what got me to this mess and why I am typing this down.

My friend, Elysa, asked me to look out for their two dogs over the weekend. I’m not really fan of animals, even after all the exercises. However, as it came natural for me nowadays, I said “I would love to!”. Dog sitting was supposed to easy chore. They had to be fed and walked twice a day. Other than that, they were fine on their own. And if things started to get out of hand, I was supposed to command them to bedroom and lose a key for few hours. Since Elysa and her husband lived out of town, we decided that I would stay at their house for the weekend. A vacation of sorts. I was financially in good place so I did not bother to ask money. But as good hosts, they had filled the fridge with food and beverages. They even pointed out from map application where I could find cute boys if I felt the need to go outside. So all and all, it was quite decent deal for me.

I arrived at Friday evening. I was there early enough to drink coffee before saying goodbyes to my friends. The dogs were already taken care of for the evening so I could basically relax and start my weekend. I emptied my bags to guest bedroom and returned to kitchen to contemplate what I should do. When I sat down on the kitchen bench, I decided to have quick, 15-30 mins, workout before starting to relax. I’ve noticed that even quick workout at Fridays makes weekends feel more… well more everything. Elysa had old school benches as kitchen seat. You know those long wooden ones? I dragged one of them to living room and did my thing. Few sets of abs, few jumps, few push-ups and no breaks. Short but effective way to get blood pumping. And now I could in good conscience enjoy myself.

I wiped the sweat to the towel and threw it on bench. And after that, I poured myself a well-earned drink and got relaxed. I did not do my usual self-hypnotism exercises. In fact, I had not done them in several days. The life has been great this month and I need to thank my new found attitude regarding life for it. However, I do feel that I might have be even too susceptible for suggestions of other people. I felt that I have acted on whims of others without actually thinking what I want. I guess it is what I wanted but there are some valid concerns as well. Last weekend I left from night club with two total strangers to have coffee at bad neighborhood. Everything went okay and nothing happened but that was still stupid decision from my end. Just before that event, I had my first lesbian experience. I never considered physical relationship with a woman before that night. But before I could say no, I was already performing my first cunnilingus. I remember thinking that I do not want to do this, but at the same time I just dove deeper and deeper into her until she exploded on my face. And when she offered to return the favor, it would have been rude to say no. Right? I don’t know. I do know that I left quickly after my own somewhat forced orgasm. I was quite afraid what I would have done if she (or someone else at the party) would have asked me to do something else…

Either way, weeks ago I trained to say “yes” and now I try to figure a way to say “no”. Clearly I am nailing it since I accepted this dog sitting gig. Yeah! That is right. I was here to watch the dogs. The dogs which I had not seen after Elysa shortly introducing them before. I think she called them Anatolian Shepherd dogs. I have heard about German Shepherds but the dogs clearly looked nothing like German Shepherds. They had named the dogs Sarge and Blaze, and before you ask, I do not know the history behind the names. Their breed was known of being large but that comment did not make them justice. They were both at least 65kgs and well trained. Elysa warned me not to pick a fight with them. Warning that was relatively obvious to anyone seeing these two creatures. She told me that they might be stubborn and strong-willed but they did take orders as long as they were given firmly and clearly. But just in case, I should make two trips outside when walking them. Even Elysa’s husband had difficulties to handle both of them if they gave him attitude.

My concerns regarding intimidating dogs were short lived. They were absolutely fantastic animals and they seemed to love me. They licked my face while I giggled. And then I scratched both of them until they “surrendered” and exposed their bellies. AND THEN I SCRACTHED THEM SOME MORE! We had fun proper introduction and I was sure that we were going to be best buddies until Sunday came. I left the boys on their own and resumed enjoying my evening at living room. I took a sip from my drink. Alcohol in the drink made me feel warm and fuzzy. Area around Elysa’s home was really nice and quiet. I started to feel that this might be a fun trip after all. Maybe I avoid night life altogether. Some silent alone time might be exactly what I needed to relax while I learn to say “no” every now and then.

Even though it was not needed, I still took Sarge and Blaze outside, separately as Elysa had recommended. I ended up walking quite long time due dogs wanting to check “one more” light post. It would have been rude to say no. Right? Either way, 1.5 hours later both dogs have had their evening walk. I had sipped my cider(s) while walking through the suburbs so I got relatively nice buzz going on. However, cute boys can wait until Saturday evening. I need some me-time.

After pouring new glass for me, I gave some water for the dogs. They are good boys and we got quite familiar during our walk. They were playing around and trying to hop on their hind legs and leaning to me. It was funny but as I said before, they were not small dogs. I almost lost my balance couple of times, but I was able to handle their affection. I took my glass with me to the bathroom. I wanted to wash before going to sleep. I was sweaty from the walks and I probably started to smell like dogs already. I took my time under the warm water. I was in no rush since I had a glassful of vino and whole night for myself.

Drying my semi-long brown hair has always been a chore. This time I got lazy so I ended up tying them with my towel. I looked my nude body from the mirror. I feel certain level of pride while letting my hands slowly explore the smooth skin. My fingers touched my shaven pussy and I blushed when some lewd thoughts crossed my mind. My “yes yes yes” attitude combined with reduced inhibitions of consuming alcohol had clearly some effect on me. Little did I know how big of effect it was. I decided to continue exploring my thoughts little later.

I was in process of leaving the bathroom but I couldn’t find second towel to cover my exposed body. Elysa probably doesn’t stock the guest bathroom as often as she does with their own bathroom at upstairs. Since I was alone and I liked myself bare naked, I decided to walk out as I was.

It was no means cold outside of bathroom but it was definitely cooler. AC made sure that the difference in temperature could be felt outside of bathroom. I got goose bumps and my nipples reacted by hardening as soon as I entered to corridor leading to living room. I walked to the common areas coyly since I wasn’t 100% sure if the windows were covered or not. Luckily they were. The dogs were finished with their water and greeted me before I was able to reach the living room. Their affection did not feel as great now as I did not have clothes protecting my naked body. Sarge reached as high he could by standing on his hind legs. The sudden movement and weight of the dog stopped me on my tracks. He tried to reach my face with his long tongue but instead he hit my bare breasts. That sent electricity through my body. I was already aroused when I exited the bathroom so my body welcomed the accidental licks to my sensitive nipples. I was going to push the dog off to find something to cover myself with but it would have been rude to say no. Right? I felt conflicted…

Sarge was having field day on my upper body. I do not know why. It might’ve been the shower gel which I used or maybe it understood what effects those licks were having on me. No matter the reason, I did enjoy the treatment Sarge was giving me and I was quite content that I had decided let him continue. Suddenly I felt Blaze’s nose hitting my exposed pussy lips. I yelled no and moved my hands to push the big dog away. But Blaze wasn’t doing anything wrong and it would have been rude to say no. Right?

“Wait, what are you thinking Emily?!?”

“Yes, it is wrong! Letting dog sniff your pussy is not alright.”

“Push the mutt away from your pussy, push the other one from the 2nd base and go get yourself covered.”

But instead I moved my hands to keep Sarge balanced. It must be difficult for him to stand on his back legs.

Since my hands did no longer prevent the access, Blaze resumed his exploration of my nether regions. After several tentative sniffs, Blaze suddenly licked the sensitive pussy lips of mine. Wild conflicting thoughts were running through my mind when I felt not only my nipples being licked but my pussy as well.

“What is happening?”

“Why cannot I stop this?”

“Move away you stupid moron, just push and walk away”

But I did none of those things. Instead my body tried to give better angle for Blaze to bury his tongue. I took a small side step to spread my legs for the curious dog. It would have been rude to say no. Right?

Blaze was very pleased with my actions. He had now unrestricted access to my most private parts. The parts which were quickly starting to become moist with the assistance of dog’s saliva and my own heat. Loud slurping sounds filled out the hallway while Blaze tried to lick my pussy dry. Luckily for him, that goal was doomed from the start since my body had no plans to stop producing the nectar out of my cunt.

Sarge had noticed that Blaze had hit the gold.

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