My New Guard Dogs_(1)

My New Guard Dogs (F, Bestiality, Female exhibitionist)

Summary – Jessica moves to a new house and buys two, large, guard dogs to keep her company.

This is a work of Fiction, make-believe and fantasy. You must be 18 or over to read these stories. The author does not condone any sexual activity involving animals in real life.

Note – It is OK to have fantasies, but turning a fantasy into reality can destroy lives. Don’t be a dick with other people’s lives!

Hi, my name is Jessica Clark. I’m a 23 year old administrative assistant living in Palm Springs, California. I’m five feet eight inches tall, with a very thin frame. I have long blonde hair, large breasts, shapely ass and a hungry little pussy!

I had moved to Los Angeles after high school, hoping to become an actress. After all, everyone said I had the looks for it, and I received a lot of praise for my acting in the high school plays, even winning an award! However, like most ‘California Dreams’, I had to find a steady job, and got a position in Palm Springs! My boss is great, the work is easy, and the money is fantastic!

My boss, Mr. Gallagher, likes to look at me, and I don’t mind. He pays me VERY well, so I dress professionally but provocatively for him. Trust me; I know how to show off my ‘assets’! I let him stare down my braless tops and pretend I don’t notice, or, I take my time getting the files he asks for (they are always in the bottom file cabinet). I wiggle my ass, flash him my panties, and spread my legs when I’m at my desk, knowing he is watching me while I file papers or paint my finger nails. I have a banana every day for lunch, and I take my time eating it while I’m doing my online shopping. Sometimes I drizzle chocolate syrup on it and lick it off sensually, giving both of us a little treat. I only do it once in a while though, and only when Mr. Gallagher has been ‘extra’ nice to me, like buying roses for my desk, or giving me the afternoon off. I don’t want to spoil him, and besides, too much chocolate is bad for my figure!

I think all the sexual stimulation I give him was the reason I got my last big raise! He even told me that with the money, I could ‘buy some nice new clothes’, because ‘girls like me deserve nice things’. I did buy some sexy lingerie, and flashed him a bit more, knowing the frilly lace would turn him on! I’m thinking that I might even ‘forget’ my panties one day, if I can figure out how to ask him for more money. I don’t think I’ll fuck him or blow him though. He’s married, and I feel he is getting enough for the money he is paying me!

Anyway, with the extra money, I moved out of my tiny apartment and bought a house! It is a cute ranch home just outside of the city. A nice investment! Only two bedrooms, but I have a big yard and sweet neighbors (who like to look at me too!). The only problem? I was scared to be alone!

An older lady at work told me I should get a guard dog to protect me and keep me company, since I didn’t have a boyfriend. She winked when she said it for some reason. She gave me the phone number of a breeder outside of L.A. and said all of her single friends highly recommended it. I went there yesterday to get a dog. OMG! The place was huge and they had so many pretty doggies! I told them I wanted a ‘big’ dog, and the nice man helped me pick out a huge Shepherd/St. Bernard mix, which was ‘exceptionally trained’, he said. His name was ‘Hammer’. The dog loved me! He licked my face and hands, and even tried shove his nose up my skirt! The dog’s little, red wiener stuck out of his sheath, and I giggled and pointed out that it looks like my lipstick, when I twist it out of the case! He said it means the dog likes me! Yeah, right! All males like the smell of a hot pussy. When I noticed the dog in the next cage looked exactly like Hammer, he told me they were brothers, and his name was ‘Mallet.’ I had to have them both! I couldn’t break up a family, I told him!

The nice man told me that normally, he wouldn’t sell two males to a small girl like me, because they fight for dominance. However, these two have never showed any aggression to each other at all, ‘taking turns, and sharing nicely’, so he allowed me to buy both! I couldn’t believe how much they cost, but I had already fallen in love with them! The way they looked at me, I swear they were smiling. I loved the way their tongues hung down – long, fat and pink! They looked at me with their goofy expressions, on top of their wide, muscular bodies. I felt safer already! I loaded both Hammer and Mallet into my car.

Before I left, I asked the nice man how they got their names. He told me “because they liked to ‘pound’ things”. “Pound? Like a ‘dog pound’?” I said. They couldn’t pound nails, of course. I didn’t get the joke…

I brought them home and let them play in the back yard while I went out and bought them food, bowls, brushes and toys! We spent a quiet evening getting to know each other, playing in the back yard and wresting in the living room.