My Summer At The Hansons

My Summer At The Hansons

I had just finished the school year and was looking for a summer job. I woke up one Saturday morning, making my way to the kitchen. My mom was at the kitchen table talking to our neighbor, Mrs. Hanson, who lived across the street.

“Ashley, can you come here for a minute,” My mom called out.

“What’s up, Mom?” I asked, walking over to them.

“Honey, Natalie was looking for a Nannie for her kids this summer and was wondering if you’d be open to it,” My mom told me.

“Um, yeah, I sure would,” I said, excited.

Great, Ashley; when you get time this weekend, come over, and I’ll introduce you to the family and lay out the requirements for you.

“Great, I’ll stop over this morning,” I said excitedly.

Later that day, I walked across the street to the Hanson’s and met the family: Mr. Hanson, who seemed too busy to talk. Brad, who was six, and Beth, who was four, and their nine-month-old Great Dane Brutus. Brutus was a rambunctious male who weighed eighty-five pounds and stood about waist level with me. He spun in circles and barked at me until Mrs. Hanson grabbed and threw him outside.

“Ashley, he’s a handful. He’s a bigger baby than the kids. He’s the son of the neighbor’s dog, Pilot,” she laughed.

“Yeah, he’s like a tornado,” I laughed.

“If he gives you trouble, just put him outside. He loves the ladies,” she said, laughing.

Mrs Hanson went over the rules for the kids and my responsibilities. I went home, ready to start my first day of work on Monday. I woke up Monday morning and packed a bag with my clothes, figuring I’d shower and change at the Hanson’s because I had to be there at six am, and I just thought I could sleep a while.

I walked into their kitchen in my nightshirt and sat in the kitchen at the breakfast bar on one of the stools. Mrs. Hanson was dressed for work, and her husband left for a business trip on Sunday. Brutus came into the room and greeted me, and I ruffed up his head as Mrs. Hanson told me the kid’s daily schedule; I had my feet on the foot of the bar stool with my knees spread a bit.

I noticed Brutus sniffing me between my legs as I spoke with Mrs Hanson. I sipped my coffee and almost jumped out of my chair. Brutus had snuck his nose under my nightshirt and shoved his nose into my pussy, giving me a big snort. I jumped, spilling my coffee on the counter and standing up quickly.

“Are you ok, Ashley, Mrs. Hanson asked?

“Um, yeah, Brutus just startled me,” I said, confused at what happened.

“Brutus, get out of here, leave Ashley alone,” she scolded him.

“Bad dog,” I whispered to him.

Mrs Hanson left, and the kids wouldn’t be up for hours, so I grabbed a box of the kids’ cereal and headed to the family room to watch TV. I threw a body pillow against an ottoman in front of an overstuffed chair and turned on the TV. I was lying on the pillow with my feet on the floor and my legs apart, my nightshirt falling to my waist, my bald pussy and ass peeking out, my knees swaying back and forth. I was munching on cereal and watching TV when Brutus wandered into the room, settling in front of me, lying down facing me a couple of feet in front of me. I ignored him at first, but then I noticed him slowly sneaking closer to me.

“What are you up to, you sneaky bastard? I see you sneaking closer. I told him.

I watched as he slowly crept closer and closer. I let him go to see what he wanted. His head ended up inches away from my thighs, sniffing at me.

“Does my pussy smell or something Brutus,” I asked him.

My body stiffened as I felt his cold nose on my pussy.

“Bad boy Brutus, bad no pussy,” I scolded him.

He kept his nose there sniffing me, and then he pushed his nose into my pussy lips, and his long rough tongue took a big swipe thru my butt hole and pussy. I jumped, dropping the box of cereal and jumping up on the Ottoman.

“What the fuck, dude? What’s wrong with you? I’m going to put you outside if you don’t behave. I wagged my finger.

Brutus got up and sat in front of the Ottoman between my spread legs. I lifted my nightshirt, noticing I was getting wet, wondering what was happening. Brutus put his head on the Ottoman, inches from my pussy. He was restless, fidgeting as he stared at my twat.

“I’m not a lady dog, Brutus. You don’t get my pussy,” I tried to explain to him.

Brutus pushed his head forward as I watched the horny dog.

No, Brutus, bad dog, I scolded him. I got up and shooed him away, lying back on the body pillow, trying to relax. I watched TV but grew sleepy and eventually fell asleep. I was having a dream. I was in a pool full of warm water, and waves were rolling over me. It felt so good, I became hot.

“Umm, Umm, I moaned.

I felt my hips moving, and I woke suddenly.

“Oh My God,” my eyes shot open to see Brutus’s head under my nightshirt licking my pussy, my hips pushing forward. I froze, trying to figure out what was happening. I grabbed Brutus by the neck and pulled on his neck. His head appeared from under my nightshirt, bared his teeth, and growled at me. I let go of his neck and threw my arms back behind my head. Brutus regained his composure, and his head dipped between my legs, and he continued eating my pussy. I was scared to move as the dog’s strong rough tongue dug into my pussy as he lapped my juice up.

“Oh, Oh,” I moaned.

Fuck what was going on with me? I was getting aroused at a dog eating my pussy. I closed my eyes and spread my legs open for Brutus, which laid my pussy open to his desire.

Oh, God,” I moaned as his tongue dug into my fuck hole.

Oh fuck I was going to cum; what the fuck, I thought. I pulled up my nightshirt and lifted my butt into the air a bit, and His tongue slapped my clit, launching me into a colossal orgasm.

‘Oh, oh, oh fuck,” I squealed as a wave of pleasure rolled over me.

I regained my composure after experiencing the biggest orgasm of my life. Brutus was still licking my clit, which was now on overdrive, I couldn’t stand anymore, so I flipped over on my knees to get Brutus away from my clit. I lay on the Ottoman panting as Brutus began to lick my butt hole.

“Fuck, don’t they feed you, Brutus,” I moaned as my rosebud began to unfurl. His tongue was so strong it made my body rock.

“Are you that hungry? You want to eat my ass here,” I scolded him as I pulled up my night shirt and spread my legs wide.

His tongue wormed its way into my butt and probed deep inside me; he was driving me wild. I closed my eyes and let him eat to his heart’s content. A moment later, I felt he’d stopped. I lay there wondering what happened when I felt the world’s weight on me. It was hairy, and it was Brutus crawling up my back.

“Get the fuck off me, Brutus,” I screamed.

His legs were moving, trying to climb higher, and something was poking me between my legs. I tried to stand up.

” Holy fuck, Brutus, I screamed.

Standing up had put me right in his wheelhouse, and he drove his huge, thick angry cock right into my quivering pussy.

“No, no, bad dog,” I cried.

It was too late; his fat long cock was pounding my pussy.

“Oh, oh, oh, fuck,” I moaned.

There was something back there that kept slapping my pussy opening, and he pressed it into me. I felt my twat begin to open, and the lump popped into me.

“Oh holy fuck, get it out, get it out, I cried.

It began to grow in my pussy, and it got bigger and bigger.

“Oh, holy fuck, what is that?” I cried.

Brutus was fucking me senseless, my body crushed under his weight; I was helpless to stop him, so he fucked me.

“Oh, oh, yeah fuck me, fuck me, I moaned.

I was so hot, I felt so dirty, it felt so good, I surrendered to him.

“Yeah fuck your slut, fuck her good, boy,” I moaned.

I was getting ready to blow a gasket as he hammered my snatch, his head on my shoulder and his tongue hanging out.

“Oh, fuck I’m coming I screamed as I felt his warm sperm filling my pussy.

I was awash with pleasure, thinking about having a litter of puppies and how cool that would be.

Brutus was finished with me and wanted to get off my back, but he couldn’t pull his junk out of my pussy.