Taken for a Ride (my revision)

My name is Sam, short for Samantha. I’m 22, I love dying my hair and my favorite current colors are light blue and purple and my hair is waist long, blue eyes that are known to sometimes turn a steely light blue, I’m short and have a slender body with curves in the right places. My breasts are a heavy B cup that I like to show off with tight tank tops and low cut shirts, and I get a lot of compliments on my full lips. In high school, the asshole pervy types always told me they were “cock sucking” lips or DSLs, whatever that meant.

It was a hot sweltering day outside, so a few ideas went through my head as I woke. One, there was no way I was going to work today, and two, I had to get the air conditioner fixed. It was so hot inside that I was lying in a pool of sweat in my bed. It probably looked really sexy, I thought to myself.

I live alone in a small apartment by the beach with my large Dalmatian, Pierre. He’s a mostly dumb animal, but cute as a button. When he was small I didn’t know he would grow to be this giant pillow humper that tripped over his own legs. I got up to open some windows, hoping to let some air through the house. As I reached the last one, I was stretching to reach the only broken window blind thingy when I noticed the young neighbor boy staring at me. It was then that I realized I was almost nude, wearing nothing but a small tight tank top, and giving him a good showing of my breasts, which were now pressed against the window as I strained to reach above me. I just smiled at him and finished opening the window and curtains.

I made my way to the couch and plopped down on it, grabbed the phone from the small stand next to it, and dialed my work. My boss was more than happy to hear my voice, and didn’t mind letting me have the day to myself. He had the biggest crush on me, and I pretty much got away with murder at the workplace. When he tried to flirt over the phone, I told him I had to go and hung up. “Old pervy fart,” I thought.

Pierre jumped up on the couch with me as I dialed the air conditioner repairman. “Why didn’t I do this yesterday after work?” I wondered. They said they were very busy but would try to squeeze me in, and if they made it, the serviceman would be by my house after noon.

I closed my phone and traded it for the TV. remote. Flipping through the channels, I found that there wasn’t much on the tube. I settled for some booty shaking rap videos and dozed off for a bit. Images of girls hotter than me, stripping for large black men filled my dreams. I wasn’t a lesbian, but I do admire the female body, and I don’t know, maybe if given the opportunity I would probably eat a hot ass. I bet another girl could eat my pussy better than any guy could, knowing the female body a little better.

When I awoke for the second time today, my mind was stuck in that train of thought, making me very horny, and I was nearly being pushed off of the couch by my giant dog and his legs. As I turned to get up, I saw that Pierre was sporting some giant morning wood.

Perhaps I’d just never noticed it before, but it looked long, thick, and dangerous. It was a bright pink, and at least eight inches long, big enough to lie across his leg as he curled up. I wondered if that was the full size of it, or if he was sporting a semi erection, like my ex-boyfriend sometimes did. I got off of the couch, and headed out of the living room and down the hallway to my bedroom.

I had a pretty large house for just one person, with plenty of rooms, and thought maybe one day I would have a roommate. Being attractive and young however made me somewhat distant from people in general. Guys just stared at me, and girls either hate me or want me to be gay with them. So I mostly keep to myself in my big house.

Going down the hall, I tried to remember where I last left my dildo. It was a sweet toy, and got me off every time. Reaching my bedroom, I scanned the place with my eyes, and I remember stuffing it somewhere under the bed. I squatted down and lifted the blankets that hung over the side, sweeping my arm under the bed, hoping to feel my small lover quickly, before I lost my lusty need. I let out a sigh and bent down some more to look underneath.

Nothing! So I got on my belly and scooted myself halfway under the bed, still sweeping back and forth with my arms. I went in a little further, and could hear Pierre’s claws rap on the hardwood floor, as his curiosity brought him into the room.

I craned my neck to the side a little and spotted my vibrator, stuck between the wall and the bed, still a few feet away from me. My ass stuck up into the air as I scooted further underneath to try and reach it.

Suddenly I froze in shock. Something long, wet and slightly rough had just touched my uncovered ass. My short skirt had hiked itself up to my hips while I was kind of bent down in my awkward position. “What the…” was all I could mutter before it happened again. It was on the side of my ass cheek, and felt scratchy, and yet sort of smooth at the same time.

“Pierre! No! Cut it out!” I yelled as my mind came back to me. In response, a long wide doggy tongue licked my clit and slid between my pussy lips and swiped over my asshole and to the small of my back. My body shuddered in a small orgasm, and I involuntarily let out a whimper of a sound. “This is not happening”, I thought, and stretched my arm out to reach my much needed toy.

My small movement must have encouraged the dog, because now he was becoming friendlier with my tender bottom.