Someday, sure. I wanted a husband and children, but not yet. I didn’t know what I wanted. I had to figure out who I was first, that’s what I was thinking, and why I’d left home and found my own place. My own job and a new school. I didn’t feel like an adult, you know? I was still waiting for the lightning to strike, the big idea that would tell me who I was supposed to be and what I was supposed to do with my life. The waiting was the hard part, the frustrating part, and I shook my head as I reached for the clasp of my skirt.
Silly me.
I unzipped my blue skirt, stepping out of it and folding it carefully so I could wear it again on Monday. I only had the one outfit and I needed to buy another one, but even with my associate’s discount, the skirt and blazer were sort of expensive. Sears had docked my first paycheck to cover the clothes and I still frowned at that, as did most of the employees I’d met.
“Woof!” The dog spoke up for the first time since I’d met him and I looked over my shoulder.
“What’s the matter?” I asked, standing now in pantyhose and nothing else.
He merely wagged his tail, watching me from his spot on the floor.
My pantyhose were of a cheap sort, hardly fancy, and if you’ve seen one pair, you’ve seen them all. The waistband was rather tight, but otherwise they were comfortable enough. They were sheer enough that my receding tan could easily be seen. I liked wearing shorts during the summer and so my legs were bronzed up to a point on my thighs just a few inches shy of my butt. The color gave way gradually to my normal pale skin tone and then I was brown again on my tummy and back and shoulders, except where my bikini top had covered my breasts. The bottom of my swimsuit I’d always covered with shorts, but the top was alright and I’d done most of my sunbathing in the privacy of our backyard anyway.
The pantyhose had a cotton panel, of course, and I didn’t wear panties with it. There was no reason to and so my butt was completely exposed through the thin nylon with only a long, dark seam running along the center of my ass, up the crease between my cheeks to the waistband. I felt vaguely uncomfortable then, showing the dog my butt like that, and his mouth was open, his long pink tongue lolling between sharp, white teeth as he stared at me.
“Woof!”
His bark confused me and I wasn’t sure what it meant.
Approval? I giggled at that idea, but that’s the thought that crossed my mind for some reason. I’d removed my skirt and bent over to remove it, showing the animal my pert, round butt and he’d barked then. It seemed very strange and I honestly didn’t know what to think of it. A dog couldn’t possibly care about my butt, no more than he could about my breasts or anything else. He just wanted attention, I was sure. I’d been looking the other way, turned around and ignoring him, and the dog just wanted to remind me that he was still there. That he was hungry and waiting patiently for his dinner, that’s all.
“Let’s check that oven,” I suggested, leaving my pantyhose on and just running a thumb along the inside of the waistband. I had a little ring around my waist, a pink indentation that itched the way such things inevitably do. But I wasn’t going to get completely naked in front of him; silly or not, I just wasn’t comfortable with that idea for some reason.
He followed me and I paid the dog little mind as I saw the tiny red light was off, the oven warmed up to 350 degrees. I got the pot pies and found an old cookie sheet, long blackened by use, but clean enough anyway. It was a simple task, not really cooking at all. I opened the oven, bending over to slide the cookie sheet inside with two pot pies on it, you know, when I suddenly felt something poking me in the butt.
“Hey!” I shoved the cookie sheet inside and closed the oven quickly before turning around. “Stop that!”
The dog had pressed his nose low between my butt cheeks, against the cotton liner that covered my sex and little else. I turned around, finding him right there, and he immediately shoved his snout between my thighs, sniffing at my crotch as I tried to push him away.
“Bad dog!” I scolded him, sidestepping and pushing at his neck with my hands. “Don’t do that!”
I left the kitchen, looking over my shoulder as I moved towards the bathroom, and he followed me closely. The dog still tried to sniff my butt and I kind of slapped at him, but not hard or anything. I walked quickly to the bathroom, closing the door in the dog’s face and taking a deep breath. I hadn’t been frightened, not really, but just annoyed and I thought it was probably because he was hungry and I’d gotten a bit sweaty after a long day of school and work. I didn’t think I smelled bad or anything, but dogs have much better noses, right? So he probably smelled the salt on my skin or something and that’s what caught his attention.
“Arf!” he barked loudly, in a different way than before, I noticed. “Arf! Arf! Arf!” His claws scratched the door and I frowned.
“Shhh! Stop!” I told him through the closed door. “Be quiet!”
“Arf! Arf!” he replied, and the dog wasn’t going to stop as he scratched the heck out of the bathroom door.
“Great,” I sighed.
His bark seemed very loud and Mrs. Perkins would doubtless hear him soon. I didn’t imagine she’d be too happy to find out I had a big dog in my apartment, not without checking with her first. Especially if he destroyed the door. How would I ever be able to afford buying a new one?
I had little choice but to open the door and as soon as I did the dog stopped barking.
“What do you want?” I asked him. “Go lay down or something. I want to take a bath.”
Instead of obeying me, the animal went right back to sniffing my crotch. He pushed his nose against the panel covering my pussy so hard that I had to take a step back as I tried to deflect him with my hands.
“Grrrr…” He actually growled as I struggled to push the dog’s face away and that made me blink.
“Stop! Shoo! Go away!” I said, wondering if the dog would really bite me and afraid to find out. “Hey! No!”
I felt a knot of fear growing in my tummy as the dog did bite me! Or not me, exactly, but rather he was biting my pantyhose. He grabbed the nylon in his teeth and I could feel those sharp canines as they moved across my barely covered skin. It frightened me terribly and only his deliberate and surprisingly gentle efforts kept the dog from hurting me. I didn’t realize it at the time, but plainly the animal didn’t mean to cause me any harm, he just didn’t like my pantyhose for some reason.
He had the nylon in his teeth and he shook his head, ripping into it and yanking me forward as he pushed himself back. I gasped and nearly lost my balance. and kept telling him “No!” and “Stop!” in a loud, trembling voice, but he paid me no attention. The dog kept pulling, and while the nylon had ripped, and some of the cotton liner as well, it turned out to be amazingly strong stuff. I soon found myself being dragged out of the bathroom by my hips.
To say I felt confused and nervous would be an understatement. My heart was pounding and I could barely breathe. I had an idea to somehow fight him off, but even if I’d been brave enough to try it, and I wasn’t, there was little chance of that as I struggled just to stay on my feet! Once he had us in the living room, where there was substantially more space than what he’d had in the bathroom, the dog really gave my pantyhose a good tug!
“Ohhh!” I gasped as I lost my balance completely, the huge dog literally pulling my hips out from under me so that I fell heavily onto my butt.
At that point I started kicking at him, out of instinct more than anything else. I’d been lucky not to crack my head on something, and I was laying on my back for the moment, kicking uselessly and trying to push myself back up with my arms. The dog ignored my protests, however, and shook his head back and forth vigorously, tearing into my pantyhose so that they surrendered much more easily. Within seconds the dog had exposed my pussy completely, with the nylon and cotton hanging ragged around my exposed sex.
“No! Stop! Please!” I said loudly, scrambling backwards like a crab on my heels, but he had no intention of letting me go so easily.
The dog pressed his body between my legs even as I tried to close them. His nose went to my vulva and I clamped my thighs to his head in an effort to keep him from getting any closer to what was undoubtedly my most private and sensitive place. All I could imagine was his sharp teeth biting into my pussy and that painful vision proved quite enough to push me over the edge into a blind panic!
“Grrrr…” he growled unhappily as I squeezed his great head between my legs, and the sound terrified me.
I felt his teeth digging at me, moving against my soft skin. He wasn’t actually biting me, it felt more like fingernails scratching at the swell of my mound. The dog was telling me to relax my thighs and let him go, I dimly realized, but being frightened, that was no easy thing for me to do. I’d become afraid to hold him and afraid to let him go, but more than anything else, I was afraid of his teeth!
“Ohhhh … Please!” I whimpered, spreading my thighs and putting myself at the dog’s mercy.
I didn’t know what to expect. If he would bite me or simply smell my raw, uncovered sex and satisfy his curiosity. Whatever he would do, I knew I couldn’t stop him. I felt helpless. The entire episode had happened so quickly that I felt overwhelmed by it. Everything between opening the bathroom door for the dog and finally surrendering as I opened my legs seemed like a blur. It had only taken a few seconds, half a minute perhaps, and I found myself completely dominated by the animal somehow.
There was no reasoning with him. I couldn’t ask why or make any appeal to his better nature, just as the dog couldn’t explain what he wanted from me. Everything had become physical, even my emotions. The fear was in my blood as much as my mind. My body trembled and I fought for every breath I could muster beneath my heaving breasts. My fingers scratched at the carpet nervously and my eyes were wide, my nostrils dilated as I could smell the dog’s musk. It was an odor I hadn’t noticed before, but now the scent of him seemed to fill my nose and mouth so that I could even taste it. A strange flavor fell upon my thick tongue and I realized my mouth was dry and I licked my lips as I watched and felt the dog’s tongue slip from his terrible jaws.
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