Joe’s pets

Neither of them knew how long she’d been around if you asked them. When he inherited the house, she was just….there, part of it. Not that either complained about it, far from it. She had been employed to keep it clean, maintain the garden, cook and be a companion for his Grandmother when she had lived there. When the unfortunate happened and Joe moved in, he was quite happy for her to continue her duties. He liked the fact the house was clean, felt lived in after he’d been at work all day and there was always food for him to throw together. Plus, one of the two bonuses for him, was that his Golden Labrador, Bailey, was walked regularly and kept company. The moment her and Bailey had met it was like a partnership, him running over and sticking his nose in her crotch as was his customary way, her laughing and bending down to coo at him, ruffling his ears which he loved. From what he’d heard on the rumour mill the arrangement suited Claire too, her home life not being the greatest and needing somewhere to escape to during the day. The other bonus as far as he was concerned was the fact she was younger by a few years and sexy as hell and the rare times he saw her when he first moved in, he would watch her move about and find himself wondering what it would be like to hold her, stroke her skin, smell her. They gradually settled into a routine, her arriving after he’d left for work in the morning, doing her work, running about with Bailey, making sure Joe had everything he needed before leaving for the day before he returned home. Sometimes he would arrive home early and they would sit and share a drink, slowly getting to know each other, becoming friends and discovering things they had in common. What she didn’t know was that he tried to get home as soon as he could, just to see her and later those nights would lie in bed fantasising about her, imagining her looking at him, begging, pleading for his touch. What he didnt know was that if and when she could she stayed later, just to see him and later those nights would lie in bed fantasising about him, imagining him taking control, giving her orders, teasing until he took what he wanted.

One day she had been at work in the garden. It was hot, dirty work and she wasn’t in the best of moods as it was. Her idiot ex was being a prat and though she didn’t miss him, she missed the sex. She’d always had a high sex drive and was getting more and more frustrated as the weeks went on. She’d touched herself, of course, made herself cum plenty of times but it didn’t seem to fulfil her as much as it used to and her fantasies were getting darker and darker, just to try and reach a place she couldn’t seem to find. Looking at the clock she decided to wait and see if she could catch Joe….now there was someone who turned her on instantly, with just a look he could make her pussy throb. Hitting the shower, she inevitably carried on thinking about him and pulling the shower head down parted her lips, turning the stream to maximum and aiming it at her clit. She’d never masturbated in his house before and knowing she stood where he did every morning, smelling his aftershave that had lingered with a faint scent in the bathroom, she shut her eyes and imagined he was standing before her, holding her against the showerhead and not releasing her until she had cum like he wanted. She came pretty much instantly. Knowing she still had time before he was possibly due back, she got out, towelled herself off and stuck his bathrobe that was hanging on the back of the door on, going down to make herself a tea. As the kettle boiled she wandered into the living room to grab a magazine, Bailey circling her legs making her stumble, knocking one of the old trinkets he kept as sentimental value to his Grandmother off the side and watched it roll under the table.
She cursed and got on her knees, peering under to see if she could see it. “Bailey you aren’t helping” she tutted as the dog tried to push his snout under the table with her and she pushed him away. Seeing the small object she reached forwards but realised she couldn’t quite reach, and as she moved she knelt on the robe, causing her to dip forward and as she tried to right herself over compensating and smacking her head on the underside of the table. “For fucks sake” she yelped and grabbed the robe, pulling it up to her waist to avoid it happening again. As she stretched again she felt something wet on the back of her thigh and glanced behind her seeing Bailey sniffing it with his wet nose. “What are you doing you idiot” she laughed then tutted as he licked her skin. “Oh get off” she sighed and returned her focus to tracking down the treasure. Bailey continued sniffing and licking her thigh then she jolted as she felt the tip of his nose skim over her ass. Holding still she wondered what to do next and nearly smacked her head again as she felt the dogs rough tongue sweep up her crack. As she didn’t react, Bailey didn’t stop and licked again and she gasped softly as this time his tongue nudged against her tight little hole. He repeated it a few times more as she breathed heavily, alternating between sniffing her ass and tentatively licking it, almost asking her for more access. Feeling so wrong but knowing it had been her fantasy not even two weeks ago as she touched herself, she wanted to know what more would feel like and cautiously and slowly so as not to scare him away reached back parting her cheeks. Bailey snuffled it again, his nose cold and wet right against her hole then she felt his tongue lick over it, the tip poking in this time. Trembling she waited then moaned softly as he did it again but this time digging his tongue deep inside it. She’d always liked the feel of her ass being tongued but knowing it was being done by an animal made it all the more amazing, and she felt her pussy dampen immediately. Bailey seemed quite happy standing behind her and digging his long tongue as deep as he could into her puckered hole so she released one cheek, still holding the other apart to allow him access and began rubbing her clit with the other. She was becoming uncomfortable and sunk down, her head resting against the floor, ass sticking in the air to allow her canine friend to carry on making her feel so good. Groaning she rubbed her clit with two fingers and gyrated her hips slightly, grinding against his muzzle and rubbing her dripping pussy against his furry neck as the feeling of his rough bumpy tongue hitting the inner walls of her ass intensified. Suddenly an arc of light filled the room and she shot up, smacking her head hard again on the underside of the table and pushed Bailey away, scooting out. “Shit shit shit” she panicked as she leapt upstairs two at a time.
Joe walked through the door, pleased that he’d seen Claire’s car in the drive and that he’d have a chance to say hi to her. Putting his keys on the side he bent down as Bailey ran over to him, wagging his tail furiously and snaking around his legs. “How’s my boy” Joe said and ruffled the dogs ears as he said hello, putting his face against the dogs neck and making noises. As he went to stand up he caught a scent and put his nose into Bailey’s fur again sniffing harder. His cock twitched as he recognised the unbelievable smell of….huh?….a womans pussy? What on earth? As he straightened up with a confused look on his face he saw Claire running down the stairs, hair damp, looking flustered and red and he smiled. “Good evening Claire” he said and was shocked when she carried on rushing past him, turning even redder and avoiding his eye as she mumbled “Hi Joe, sorry, late, gotta run” before tearing out the door slamming it behind her. As he stood blinking at the door Bailey nuzzled his hand and he absently stroked the dogs head. After a couple of minutes his brain kicked into gear and he smiled as he looked down at the dog, his faithful companion looking back with his tongue hanging out happily. “Good boy Bailey” Joe said admiringly then walked into the kitchen to get Bailey’s dinner even though he’d obviously just had a good feast already. “You lucky shit” he chuckled as he picked up the dog bowl.

Over a week went by and their routine carried on as normal, Joe was so busy at work he never got home in time to see Claire and he wondered if anything else had happened with Bailey. He inhaled the dogs fur deeply every time he got home while saying hello to him, but hadn’t smelt anything on him since.