The R-Virus: A Woman and her Dog

“Max! Come!. Max!” Lisa was at her limit of calling for her dog, she had thought it would be a good idea to let him off his leash, in a forest, for the first time. “Where the hell did you get off too… stupid animal.”
It was frustrating to feel gut wrenchingly worried and to also be teeth grindingly annoyed. Still, when she saw him burst out from the foliage, her shoulders sagged with relief and smiled warmly at him knowing he wasn’t far at all.
He was German Shepard with a coat of fur like black charcoal, tall triangular ears, the low trademark hips of his breed. She had to remind herself he was still young, just a young adult, easily distracted by simple things. He trotted up to her like nothing was wrong, the tail was high in the air like he was the one in charge.
“There’s my good boy!” She was bent over deeply, hands braced on her knees when she cooed to him.
The blondes heavy bust was straining at the metal snaps of her shirt, prying open little gaps in the spaces between them. Her short black skirt was no match for the amount of booty she expected it to hide, it was lifted high over hips showing off the pale round cheeks of her ass.
Her pouty sex was peeking out between her thick thighs, the black triangle of her g-string was supposed to be covering her modesty had been devoured by the plump lips of her pussy during the walk. The string of black silk was lost in the deep in the crack of her ass, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.
“Bad! Wandering off like that… you had me worried!” once the elation faded, she realized she should be trying her best to scold him to discourage him from wandering off.
He seemed absolutely pleased with himself, tail wagging high over his back end and completely unphased by her words. Those stunning blue eyes softened her up from the way he would look up at her, she let another transgression slide.
With a sigh of surrender she kneeled down in front of him, the tender moment was suddenly dashed when she gagged from the foul reek of breath. Of course, he just had to get into something in just those few moments of freedom, she was forced to lean in closer with leash in hand.
She hastily attached the lead, her face wrinkled in disgust and before she could even rise to her feet, he was pulling at it and she stumbled forward to keep up with his demanding tugs.

They had resumed their morning walk, the sun just started to peek over the hill giving them ample light to walk the quiet trail. The clothes she wore, not quite fitting for the forest, it was her waitressing get up for the morning shift after letting Max burn off some of his seemingly limitless stamina.
Her choice of clothes, just skimpy tools that brought her in so many tips, the only downside were the adventurous hands of patrons, they did not have very far to travel to pet or grab her in more intimate places. She hardly minded the attention, those that did get grabby usually made up for it by tipping the best, it was a win for both of them.
Moments passed by, they were on their way back to the car and for once, Max had stopped yanking at his leash, instead, his pace was slowing. It was a welcome change and she smiled when he was close to her side, she put her hand on his head while they walked, fingers playing over his ears.
When started to lag behind, she didn’t think much was wrong, just maybe there was an actual limit of his font of energy. It wasn’t until she was yanked back did she consider something was wrong with the pooch, she turned to look at him with her brows furrowed in confusion.
The look quickly changed to one of worry, his head was low, the panting sounds he was making were more akin to gasps.
Oh… shit… Max what did you get into.” her voice was a whine of both worry and annoyance from the sudden inconvenience. Then she noticed the predatory look in his eyes, she had never seen such a look from him. Her throat tightened, it was directed towards her, his gaze raked over her curves in a disturbingly familiar way, too much like the men she served.
She was no longer worried about him, but for herself his stance was wide and he licked his jowls at her like she was a piece of meat. When he began to advance on her, every instinct was screaming out for her to run, but she was slowly retreating from him, too terrified to turn her back on Max.
While she was backing away her rump was pressed up to one of the heavy log rails marking the path. She whimpered while he was getting closer, panting heavily with long streamers of drool hanging off his lower jaw, his intention completely eluding Lisa, yet every instinct was telling her it was nothing good.
“Max… please, it’s me… Lisa… remember?” Her voice was soft to try and coax him down, but there was a tremble of fear to her voice from her companion turning on her.
She was nearly sitting on the log when he got even closer, unsure of what to do, she held still, not wanting to provoke him. His wedge shaped head was moving between her parted knees, his eyes locked on what lay under her skirt.
He shoved at her inner thigh with a snarl and she spread her legs without hesitation, only a whimper of fear. Her heart was pounding, breaths coming quickly, her legs quaking while his slavering maw slipped under her dress.
He was huffing up her scent of her pussy with heavy panting, blasting scorching hot breaths over her petals, the musty heat clinging to her skin. Her sex was already well aware of what her canine was planning, pulsing eagerly for his mouth, her mind, on the other hand, was in complete denial of her arousal.
Max didn’t mistake the stink of her desire and shoved his head almost completely under her skirt, giving her sensitive slit a proper hello with a rumbling growl. She gasped from the shock of his slimy nose bumping roughly into her sex, the tip was cold, his breath hot, those harsh vibrations from his growl rippling through her that had her toes curling in her shoes.
As it would turn out to her complete shock and awe, her dog wanted to devour her in a much more intimate way. The first thing she could think to do was look around, making damned sure no one was watching, caring more about getting caught than how deeply her dog grinding his nose over her seam.
She went completely stiff when he planted a sloppy canine kiss, right against the barely covered lips of her pussy. The hot tongue was rough, grabbing at her lips and pulling at them, rasping over her silken petals until they slipped free.
She groaned from the attention given to her pussy by her animal companion, cheeks flushed pink from the naughty mix of pleasure and utter shame of enjoying it. She bit her bottom lip to stave off the urge to want more, surely it was all just a mistake.
Max was just confused, he couldn’t possibly want her in such a canal way, it was the right thing to try and stop him.
“Max… what the fuck are yo-” She harshly whispered her complaint at him and was reaching for his collar, but the growl that came from under her dress made her reconsider.
Then hot tongue struck her again, harder, more demanding than before, then she yelped when his sharp incisors pinched at one of her meaty lips.The g-string was a terrible idea, her clever companion was using his teeth to tug it aside, exposing her entirely to his predatory mouth.
When he assaulted her slit in full, she gripped the log tightly, his broad muscle slapping over her pussy with rapid strokes, her head tilting back as a low groan spilled from her lips. He was ravishing her slit, those licks loud and sloppy, the sound was similar the way he would drink up water, instead her pussy was the bowl he was lapping at.
He rumbled deeply while licking her, clearly he enjoyed her taste, she adored how those tremors would wash over her slit, shuddering deep in her core. His tongue was powerful and quick, she was struck with one electric jolt of pleasure after another from a ceaseless ravishing of her pussy.
She had heard stories about women using tricks to fool dogs into licking them, Max needed no deception, it was no mistake, he was deliberately eating her out. Part of her knew she should to stop him, what they were doing was wrong, but those deep kisses were threatening to unravel what little inhibitions she had left.
“Max… please… we can’t” Her voice was low and haughty, she had to pause to pant between her the last desperate words to save some dignity.
Max didn’t listen, his tongue kept smacking against her sopping cunt, thick ropes of his sticky drool hanging off her ass, the log soaked with her arousal and his spit. Her green eyes were heavily lidded with lust, mind fogged over with bliss, her legs spread to him in complete surrender.
When her thighs parted even wider and she exposed the entirety of her pussy, he shoved his muzzle between them with a desirous snarl. She moaned loudly, the tongue pushes past her petals to rake at the pink center.
Once his coarse muscle was scouring the sensitive center of her sex the intensity of her pleasure surged too far greater heights, the moments to catch her breath were far and few. Nothing was sacred to her animal lover, was licking deeply into the crack of her ass, teasing her pucker, then dragged his fat tongue into her spread open pussy, grinding it all the way to her most sensitive protrusion.
The experience was amazing, all her reservations were being licked from her, she reached down to stroke the soft velvet of his ears, completely in a daze of euphoria. She could never go back to normal oral, not after what Max was showing her on the trail, complete mesmerized from the pleasure he was giving her.
He paused in his relentless assault, leaving her panting for more, then she noticed just how hotly her pussy was pulsing from his affection. Yet it wasn’t just her sex, her body was hot all over, feverish from the experience, her mind addled with lust, yearning to experience more.
“Oh fuck… Max… don’t stop.” She whined from her addiction for his mouth, but Max had stopped and he was sitting far back from her, panting from a job well done.
While he sat on his haunches, her eyes fixated on the spire of meat jutting from between his legs, his fat crimson rod was standing tall in attention. It was a huge glistening spire of twitching flesh, the tip was blunt and bulged so much wider behind it, giving it a look more akin to a heavily veined baseball bat.
It was the biggest cock she had ever seen, resting between the legs of her dog, she wanted it more badly than she had ever craved for a man’s cock. She fell to her knees in worship, crawling towards him with the intent to return the oral her animal lover had given her.
There was no hesitation when she spread her plump lips around the hot flesh to suck on Max’s cock like a depraved whore. The size of him was incredible, she could barely handle him in her mouth, moaning into his flesh with an appreciation for his size.
His salty flavor saturated her sense of taste, making her drool profusely over his crimson rod, though it did little to stymie the intense heat coming from his member.