Erin and her loving husband plan on going out for brunch, but she unexpectedly needs to run out real quick to do a favor.
"Honeyyy…" came the voice from the bedroom. Erin knew by the tone of his voice that her husband was about to ask for a favor. The voice continued, "...before we go out for brunch, could you run a little Erin for me?" Erin sighed as she heard her husband giggle at his own pun. They were supposed to be going out on a little early morning weekend date, she had barely just gotten out of the shower, and now he wants her to go out for something.
"Yes, dear. What is it?" she asked. Her husband Jack peeked his head into the bathroom as she stood in front of the mirror wearing only a towel on her hair. She blushed as she noticed him looking up and down her body. Erin had never considered herself attractive, and by all accounts, most men found her painfully average. Her body was petite, despite being in her late 20's she sometimes was confused for a high schooler. Her breasts were tiny, bordering on flat, yet with large protruding nipples that were incredibly sensitive. Her face was plain, maybe cute on a good day. Jack's eyes stopped wandering as he gazed upon her rear end - rather large for a woman her size, with wide round hips. And yet, despite all the flaws she saw in herself, Jack more than appreciated her body. She had been with a few men before Jack, but he was the first to make her feel so… hot?
Jack's brain caught up finally as he finished ogling his wife. "Uh… my dad called, while you were in the shower,", he began. "I borrowed his shovel last week and he needs it back today. Could you run it over to him real quick while I shower and get ready for brunch?" She sighed, and as much as she wanted to, she couldn't find a reason to say no. She had been working with her therapist on learning to say no, as she always was a bit of a people-pleaser. But it's a quick drive, and it would give her hair time to dry. "I guess so…" she said reluctantly. "But you owe me one!" she quipped as he stuck her tongue out at him. "Deal!" Jack replied with a grin. Her face reddened again when she realized what kind of payback he was imagining.
She threw on the small pink thong she was planning to wear out and a simple dress that went down to her knees. She didn't even bother with a bra, the only reason she even wore one normally was to cover her nipples, and it was quite warm out for a late Spring day. She shuddered slightly as she got into the car to leave, the warm leather seats touching her bare legs. Her mind was filled with dirty thoughts as she drove off.
Jack's father was happy to see her, and thanked her for bringing the shovel back. She noticed his eyes wandered a bit, but paid it no mind. He's an old man and doesn't get out much, so the sight of her bare legs was probably more than enough to entice him! "It was no problem, and the weather is so nice!" she said with a giggle. "Erin, real quick, before you go…" he started. "Could you do me a favor while you're here?" She sighed - another favor. He continued, "This shovel actually belongs to Jason, my neighbor across the street. Could you just bring it over to him?" She thought again of her therapy sessions, learning to say no, practicing not to be a push over… but this request was non-offensive, and she was already here. "Sure, I'd be glad to help", she said with a forced smile. She turned to leave, feeling his eyes on her as Jack's father watched her from behind as her shapely ass swayed under her skirt. "You look real good today, Erin!".he said as he observed her petite body from behind. She was glad he couldn't see the blush on her face as she received this unexpected attention from a man, especially one as old as him.
Erin had actually never met Jason, though Jack's father mentioned him sometimes. She would simply introduce herself as his neighbor's daughter-in-law, hand over the shovel, and be off. This was no problem! She stepped through the gate in Jason's chain link fence and walked through the yard, the grass tall and badly in need of a mow. No sooner than she closed the gate behind her, she heard a barking. She was by no means afraid of dogs, but it took her by surprise. The front door of Jason's house opened and a large husky ran out, playfully running circles around Erin.
"Who're you?" she heard Jason ask softly, his voice slightly slurred. She stopped in her tracks, bracing against the shovel to call attention to it, and began to answer. "I'm… um… your neighbor's…" she started, her eyes growing wide as she noticed the dog walking up to her side, sniffing at her ankles. "I'm your neighbor's daughter-in-law! I have your shovel," she explained proudly. He looked at her for a long moment, the gears in his head turning. The dog's snout travelled up her bare legs and began licking at the backs of her knees. She tried to ignore it, continuing to brace against the shovel. Jason snorted, "Heh… yer a pretty one. Yeah, I know who you are. My pup seems to like you too!" He continued under his breath, "...cute face, little waist, with a big behind…", his voice trailing off as he jokingly referenced the song lyrics.
Erin gulped as she started to worry about Jason's dog getting a bit too friendly. "What was that?", she asked. The dog was licking the backs of her thighs now, his tongue sneaking in between her legs occasionally. "Nothing, nothing…", he chuckled to himself. "Well alright then, why don't you bring the shovel up to me? I don't get around so good," he said from behind his screen door. She hoped he would call the dog off, but he just stood there watching. She reached back to shoo the dog away, but he actually growled at her! She snapped her hand back, her eyes growing wide. "Aw don't worry honey, Buster ain't gonna hurt'cha," Jason said with a grin. Erin put both hands on the shovel and sighed, saying a few affirmations to herself. She could get through this. She just had to finish this and then she could go home.
And then, returning her focus back to reality, Buster's nose hit against her thong panties. She gasped, her eyes growing wide. The dog's tongue was lapping against the very top of her legs. She grabbed a hold of the shovel and started to walk forward, but her walk was more of a slow waddle with the dog's head up the back of her dress. Her ass would practically be on display to anyone behind her, she realized, stopping to look around as if she were afraid of being caught. Erin's face and chest were flushed a bright red. She pleaded with Jason, "could you… um… could you call him off?" Her voice became a whimper, barely able to finish the question. Jason smiled back at her, taking a drink from a bottle as his other hand scratched at his own crotch. "Nah," Jason said, "he's fine."
Erin was only 10 yards from reaching Jason's front door, but it felt like miles. She waddled slowly, hunched over slightly and using the shovel almost as a crutch. Buster's large, wide tongue pressed directly against her thong now. That small pink thong was the only thing keeping the dog's tongue from hitting her most sensitive spots. Her pussy throbbed as she wondered if he was licking the thong because he could taste her? She knew was becoming wet from the attention, surely the dog noticed too. Buster was encouraged and continued licking everywhere, his tongue exploring between her cheeks now. Her panties were soaked at this point, a combination of her own wetness and plenty of dog slobber.
She had almost reached the front door when she heard Jason's voice from behind the screen. "Damn, he's really licking' you good," the old man said lewdly. She'd kept her eyes down as she was struggling to the door but then as looked up at him, she noticed Jason had his sweatpants pulled down slightly. "Ugh," she grunted as she glanced down at Jason's waistband. This gross old drunk was touching himself while watching her! She suddenly felt ashamed and slightly dirty, her pussy throbbing uncontrollably. "You must taste good," Jason continued. Erin whimpered softly as she leaned against the shovel, her legs spread slightly. "Um… t-thank you," she said as her hips wriggled against the dog's snout under her dress.
Jason watched on, openly touching his dick in front of the petite young lady as she approached the screen door. Erin stood there at the door for a second to collect herself and finally begged, "please… could you call the dog off now?" Jason was in awe. She looked so plain, so innocent… yet this little slut was standing at his door while she got every inch of her ass licked by his dog. His voice came out in a low grunt, "tell ya what.. I'll do that when I'm done with this." He looked down, Erin's eyes following his, as she saw he was openly stroking his dick behind the door in front of her. Erin let out an exasperated sigh, like a child upset at not getting their way. She stood there saying nothing, a soft plap-plap-plap sound coming from under her dress as the dog's tongue continued to slap against her most private parts.
Jason was surprised to hear no objections, grunting his approval. He lewdly spit into his hand and he continued stroking, the act causing a gross wet sound. "Look, girly, you should want this to end soon, Buster might get tired of lickin' and get some other bright ideas," Jason said in a low voice. He continued on to ask, "Why don't you help me with this?" Erin quickly replied, "no! I'm not touching you! I'm married!" Plap…plap…plap. Buster's tongue continued against her as he was able to lick at her asshole barely hidden behind the thong. "Lift yer dress up," he slurred. "Lemme see that body, tha's all I want," the old man said as he looked up and down her body.
Erin whimpered quietly, overwhelmed with humiliation as the dog's tongue probed at her asshole. She had never let anyone touch her there, and now this dog openly licking at it around her tiny thong. She looked at the man standing behind the door, his dick exposed to her as he touched himself. Because of her. Without a word, she leaned the shovel against Jason's home, and her hands went down to the edge of her dress. She grabbed it and lifted, her body on full display to this pervert. Jason's eyes went to her chest, his stroking speeding up. "Good… good girl," he said. "C'mon, lean forward… show me what'cha got," he lewdly commanded her. Erin almost instinctually thanked him for the compliment before she caught herself, but she still did as she asked.
Erin bent at the waist, leaning forward and pressing her body against the screen door. As she did so, she exposed herself even more from behind. Anyone walking by would be able to see her ass sticking out, her dress pulled up to her neck, her hips rocking to-and-fro. And if any passersby stopped to listen, they would hear the gross plap…plap…plap of a dog's tongue wetly caressing her soaked underwear. This thought is all that went through her mind as she imagined what this imaginary onlooker would think of her.
Once again, brought back to reality, she felt something on her chest and looked down. This disgusting old man was stroking his dick with one hand, and with the other he was rubbing her nipples through the screen on the door. Despite her flat chest, her nipples stuck out like ripe raspberries, and they were ever-so-sensitive. This was like nothing she'd felt before. Erin's breath was ragged as she pushed her chest forward against the man's hand, feeling the harsh metal fabric of the screen door rubbing against her nipples. "Yer a lil' slut, ain't'cha… fuckin' say it, tell me," Jason whispered lowly at her. She reached one hand down and forward and pressed a few fingers against the front of her slimy thong.
Plap…plap…plap. The dog continued his assault, his tongue pressing at her asshole. "Unh… uh… ugh…" Erin hoarsely whispered as her muscles began to contract. "Yes… yes… I'm…", she struggled to continue her sentence as her body jerking roughly between the screen door on her chest and the dog's tongue between her legs. "Yer a slut," Jason repeated. Erin's eyes closed tightly as she heard him, her orgasm coming on hard and fast as soft moans escaped her lips. Jason grunted, "oh… fuck yeah, you're cumming for me aren't you…" as his hand, wet with saliva, pumped up and down his cock. His dick spurted cum, his semen splattering first against the screen door and finally onto the tile floor.
"Buster! Get 'round back!", Jason yelled, pulling Erin back to reality as the voice boomed. And with that, the dog left her side, running back into the yard. It was that easy, she realized, he could have done that at any point. She dropped her dress back to its original position, her face colored a deep red as she caught her breath. She gulped, her body awash with shame over what she had done. Her mind continued to be haunted with the thought of that proverbial observer, and what anyone else would think had they watched what she just did. Good thing no one had been out there to witness her disgusting acts, she thought.
Jason grinned at her. "Thanks fer bringin' back my shovel," he said as he leered at her. "C'mon back any time, yer a pretty lil' thing. Maybe next time you can come in, get some drinks," he offered. Erin blushed at his compliment. "N-no, um, I can't, um… I don't drink," she stammed before turning halfway around to leave. "I gotta go sorry thank you," the words sped out of her mouth. Erin turned and began hurriedly walking away from his porch. Jason watched her and laughed softly himself in that way that drunken men do. As Erin stepped across his porch, both of them heard the filthy sound she made, her panties literally dripped with dog slobber. Plap…plap…plap… the wet droplets hit the porch, leaving a trail as she quickly scurried back to her car.
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