Dogs Are Chick-magnets
written by:
mcerotic

Most of my stories seem to have got pretty long of late, often multi-part. So here's a short one, a nice lunch rather than the 10 course tasting menu.

I don't really like dogs. So of course I don't have one of my own. But I never realized just how much of a chick-magnet a dog could be.

It all started when I was asked whether I could look after my friends' dog. I have these friends, Jonathan and Petra, a married couple. He's in international sales of some sort, and is often traveling for a week or even longer at a time. She is a petite blonde with a pretty face and a great figure and nice perky breasts. But her most outstanding feature is her ass. Especially as she likes to wear tight jeans that show it at its best. Or short skirts that curve back underneath and invite your eyes to slide up the tanned skin of her shapely legs into the shadow underneath, hoping to get a peek at her panties.

I can't deny that I've imagined what she would be like naked. Many times.

Once when I'd been over, I kissed her goodbye on the cheek and let my hand stroke her ass. I was a little bit drunk, but not drunk enough to notice that she did nothing to stop me. So it became a little flirty habit that when I kissed her goodbye I would also stroke her ass. Over time I started to feel her ass at other times, when her husband was out of the room for a few minutes or when we were alone in the kitchen.

"You can't do that," she sometimes says, "I'm married." But she never brushed my hand away. I know she loves the attention. But she is a loyal wife and I didn't try to go any further.

My cell-phone rang. I glanced at the caller-ID.

"Hi Petra," I said as I answered.

"Hi Tyler," she said. "How are you doing?"

"Fine. What can I do for you?"

"I've got a problem. Jonathan is away this week. Now my company needs me to go out of town for a day this evening until tomorrow evening. I need someone to look after Nimrod." Nimrod was their dog.

"Well you know I'm not really a dog person."

"I know. But I've asked other friends and they can't for one reason or another."

"Hmm," I said doubtfully.

"I'll make it worth your while."

"Oh yes. How are you going to do that?"

"I don't know. What do you suggest?"

"Let me stroke your ass."

"You stroke my ass anyway, you naughty boy."

"I mean for real."

"You want me to let me put your hand down the back of my jeans."

"No, I want you to pull them down."

"You want me half-naked?"

"Of course. I've never hidden it."

"You certainly haven't."

"And your panties."

"You are bad. I don't think so. How about I wear a thong for you."

"Take your panties down too and we have a deal. I'll look after Nimrod while you are away."

He said nothing more, letting the tension build, as he wondered whether she would dare to do it.

"OK," she said.

"So what do I need to do?"

"Can you come over early evening? I'll show you his food and stuff."

"OK. Besides I want payment in advance."

She laughed. "OK. I can't believe you are going to make me do this."

"Come on. Secretly you love it when I stroke your ass."

"Perhaps."

"Perhaps? I'm pretty sure it feels really naughty, you being married and all."

"I'm can't really deny that I suppose. So I'll see you around six."

"I'll see you then. And feel you then."

I arrived at Jonathan and Petra's house. She showed me where the dog's food was, and where she kept his leash. We were standing there slightly embarrassed, the knowledge that she had to let me stroke her ass hanging in the air.

"So how are we going to do this then?" she said.

I reached out and undid the button on the top of her jeans. Then I slid down the zip. Her jeans were tight and so she had to push them down and squirm her way out of them. She was wearing a pink thong. I reached out and took hold of the waistband on either side of her hips and slowly pulled it down. It fell around her ankles to join her jeans. She was shaved so the deep slit of her sex wasn't the slightest bit hidden. I could see a hint of the pink folds hidden within. I felt my cock start to harden at the first sight of her pussy.

She turned around. Her ass naked was every bit as good as I had imagined. I reached out and caressed one cheek lightly. To my surprise she let out a small sigh of arousal.

"Oh this is so wicked," she said quietly, but just as when I'd stroked her ass through her jeans she made no attempt to move away or push my hand off.

I let my fingers slip over so that I was stroking both her cheeks, letting one finger fall into the crack of her ass. As she continued to stand there meekly I let my hand slide a bit lower until I was pressing a finger against the very back of her pussy lips.

"Oh you mustn't," she said. I pushed my finger a little further around the curve of her body. I could feel that she was already wet. I pushed my fingertip up between her lips and into the entrance to her pussy. Just the tip of my finger entered her. She was tight and warm and wet.

"Oh my god," she whispered. "You are evil."

I started to move my finger, circling around in her opening, gradually working my finger a little bit deeper into her as I felt her cunt relax.

I pulled my finger from her. "Bend over the counter," I said.

I thought she might object but she obediently bent over. I got to see her pussy for the first time, framed between her shapely thighs. She had plump fleshy outer lips and her inner lips were a pink gash dividing them. I could just make out the little pink speck of her clit.

I slid my hand back over her ass and then down, letting my finger slip along in the wetness between her pink labia. Her body jerked and she let out a small squeak when my fingertip first touched her clit. I thought perhaps I'd gone to far when she almost seemed to be struggling, but she was just working her jeans off over her feet. Then she spread her legs wide, offering me unrestricted access to her pussy. I could sense her arousal, the way she was breathing, the way she rolled her hips forward, how wet she was.

I started to finger her clit, slowly and gently, barely grazing it with the tip of my finger. When my finger felt a bit dry, I slipped it back between her labia and just penetrated her, picking up a coating of her juice before returning to her clit.

"Oh Tyler, you shouldn't be doing this but..."

"But what?"

"You know."

"Maybe. Say it."

"Just don't stop."

"Do you want me to make you cum?"

"Shit, you know I do. Even though it is so wrong."

I could sense she was surprisingly close to cumming, given that I'd not been touching her that long. As I continued to circle her clit with one finger, I pushed a finger from my other hand into her entrance and started to gently fuck her, working my finger in deeper bit by bit.

"Oh my god, that's wonderful," she sighed. "Keep going with that rhythm and you...oh my god I'm cumming, don't stop...oh yes, yes." She pushed her hips back against my fingers as he body exploded in orgasm. I felt her body almost crush my finger as her cunt clamped down on me.

After her orgasm faded, she remained there bent over the kitchen counter with her legs spread. I unzipped my pants and pushed them and my underwear down to my ankles. I positioned the head of my cock between her lips so that it was just nestled in her opening. I wasn't sure what the rules were meant to be at this point, we were breaking new ground. She pushed back against me and the pink mushroom of my cockhead slipped out of sight into her cunt. That was all the invitation I needed. I pushed my own hips forward and watched the shaft of my cock vanish into her body, relaxed and dripping from her recent orgasm.

I grabbed her hips and started to fuck her hard, pistoning my cock into her and pushing her against her kitchen counter.

"Oh yes, fuck me hard, ram your lovely big cock in my pussy," she moaned, thrusting her own body back hard to meet me so that her ass slammed against my belly. She was so aggressive that I was soon on the point of cumming myself.

"Do you want me to pull out?"

"Don't you dare. I want to feel it inside me."

She squeezed her cunt tight onto my cock and a few more thrusts and I started to cum, pumping warm jets of thick cum deep inside her.

That was how it started. Since then I've looked after her dog several times. Each time she peels off her jeans, lets me stroke her ass and then we fuck. She never takes off her top, I've never seen her breasts. We never fuck any other time, only when I look after her dog, as if it is a commercial transaction although we both know it is not. I think she restricts it to when I look after her dog as a way of avoiding temptation, of avoiding it becoming too much of a regular thing. Sometimes it is months at a time before I have to look after Nimrod, and occasionally it is two weeks in a row.

It was when I walked Nimrod that I began to discover just how much dogs are chick-magnets. Attractive girls who wouldn't give me the time of day in a bar would come up to me and ask me about my dog. Of course it wasn't really my dog but I discovered it was much better to pretend it was. The attractiveness of the dog seemed to rub off onto the owner. Girls starting conversations with me at the dog park was something I had not anticipated.

One day I was standing there throwing the ball for Nimrod when a blonde with sunglasses and a cocker spaniel came over. She was dressed in designer jeans and a summer top that left her midriff bare. But the dark glasses largely obscured her face.

"What breed of dog is that?" she asked.

"He's a mix, Australian sheepdog and border collie."

"Wow, no wonder he is unusual looking."

I laughed. "He'd be offended if he knew you'd said that. He probably thinks you look unusual."

"I didn't mean he wasn't attractive."

"Nor did I mean you weren't."

"Thank you."

"It wasn't really meant to be a compliment. Just stating the obvious."

We talked a bit about dogs, a subject that I'd learned enough to carry on a short conversation without revealing that I actually knew very little about dogs and didn't even like them.

"I'm Tyler, by the way," I said.

She took off her sunglasses. I was pretty sure I had seen her before. I was wondering if she was a friend of a friend when I realized who she was: a singer who had become famous but not so superstar famous that she couldn't still walk her own dog without attracting too much attention, even if she did need to wear dark glasses despite it being overcast. She was very attractive in a girl-next-door kind of way. In her mid-twenties. Curly brown hair.

"You don't recognize me?" she asked. So I knew I was right about who she was. I decided to carry on pretending that I had no idea. I knew she called herself Chai T but I figured Chai was probably a stage name. But you never know; Madonna really was called Madonna.

"I'm afraid not. You must be a famous actress or something. But I'm a bit of a movie snob, I rarely watch Hollywood movies. Art-house stuff is more my style."

"I'm Carole," she said.

I decided to see how approachable she really was.

"Would you like to go for a coffee? It will be great."

"Great? How do you mean?"

"I don't know who you are. So I'm not going to be sitting there saying ‘I love your movies, can I have your autograph, is Tom Cruise really that short.' We'll have a normal conversation."

"And what is a normal conversation."

"I'll ask you if you like to travel. I'll tell you I just got back from China. I'll tell you a funny story abut something that happened there. You'll tell me about somewhere you went. The way men and women talk when they first meet in the real world."

"And what happens after that?"

"Haven't you ever done this before?"

"Not really. I've only dated guys I already knew."

"I wasn't going to grace this meeting with the word ‘date.' We are just going for coffee."

"OK," she said. "Let's do it."

"The coffee shop over there has tables outside so we can take the dogs there."

The two of us leashed our dogs and crossed the road to sit at one of the tables on the sidewalk. Since it was a cloudy day it was a little bit chilly.

"What would you like to drink?" I asked her.

"Shouldn't I buy my own? I read somewhere that it is very needy to expect a guy to buy you a drink."

"If you were a girl in a bar asking me to buy you a drink I'd say that was true. But I invited you here. It is three bucks. Don't over-analyze everything. I think you must be a closet geek."

"Well I did put my own PC together."

"I can't say I know many girls that have done that. You are totally a geek. So what coffee do you want to keep your geeky superpowers activated."

"I'll have a non-fat latte. No sugar."

I went into the café and came out with our drinks.

"So," I said with a smile, "do you like to travel?"

"I do actually."

"So do I. Do you know, I just got back from China. I had to go there for work and took a few extra days to explore a little."

She laughed. "Really? And did anything interesting happen there?"

"Funny you should ask that. The first night I was there I stayed in this hotel that had only just been built. There were several restaurants in the hotel but the only one that had opened was a Brazilian Churrascaria. So my first meal in China wasn't something Chinese like you'd expect but plate after plate of meat."

"Have you been to Brazil?"

"Never. Nowhere in South America in fact."

"You should go." She smiled. "They have great Chinese food if you want some on your first night there."

We chatted about travel while we drank our coffee. The sun had started to set and it was starting to get colder.

"So," I said. "Do you want to go for a real drink?"

"A real drink?"

"One with alcohol."

"OK," she said. "You are good company."

"We can't take the dogs."

"So what do we do?"

"I've a confession for you. This isn't my dog. It belongs to two friends. I walk him for them when both of them are traveling. So walk with me and we'll drop him off at their place, and then I'll walk you back to wherever you live and we can drop off your dog. Then we go to a bar."

We walked the block to Petra's house and left Nimrod there. Then we walked a few blocks to Carole's house. It turned out she lived in one of those luxury condominium towers. We went into the elevator and she punched the button for the top floor, the penthouse. We walked into a huge living room with a spectacular view over the bay.

"I've got a better idea," she said. "Let's have a drink here. There are a couple of bottles of white wine in the fridge."

"A couple of bottles! First you hit on me and now you are trying to get me drunk."

"I did not hit on you," she said laughing.

"Yes you did. You came up to me and asked me what breed my dog was."

"Asking your dog's breed is not hitting on you."

I laughed. "It is when I ask a pretty girl about her dog."

"So when a guy asks me about my dog I should assume they are trying to get into my pants, should I?"

"I think you know you are hot. All guys want to get into your pants."

"Really?"

"Yes. Don't be insecure."

"So I should assume you want to get into my pants?"

"I'd better take the 5th amendment on that."

"And I invited you into my home...did you plan all this?"

"No. I invited you to a bar if you remember. You were the one who suggested drinking here."

I got a bottle of wine out of the fridge, guessed correctly which drawer might contain a corkscrew and opened it. Another lucky guess and I opened a cupboard that contained glasses. I poured the wine.

"Let's watch the last of the sunset," she said. We walked out onto the balcony and leaned against the railing. I put my arm around her and was pleased that, although she didn't snuggle up against me, she didn't pull away either.

"It's been a long time since I've been with a..." Her voice faded away.

"A man?" I asked, a little puzzled. It seemed surprising.

"I don't know how to put it politely. A civilian. That's what we call people who are not in the industry."

"Not slumming it too much tonight, I hope?"

She laughed again. "No, it feels great. Show business people are so egotistic and vain. But I have to admit many of them are irresistibly attractive."

"As opposed to me."

She pushed me away playfully. "No, that's not what I meant at all."

"So I am irresistibly attractive?" I put my arm around her again.

"Now you are the one fishing for compliments."

We turned so that we were facing each other.

"Give me a kiss," I said.

"Really?"

"Only if you want to..."

I didn't lean forward but she came to me. Our lips met and we kissed, gently at first. I didn't think I should be too aggressive but suddenly she drove her tongue into my mouth and pressed her body against me. Our tongues spiraled against each other like fighting snakes.

I pulled away from her for a moment. "Let's put our wine down or we are going to have broken glass all over your balcony."

"Let's go back inside," she said. "But don't go too fast."

I knew that if I didn't push her too hard she'd let me push her all the way across her living room and down the hall and into her bedroom. But girls are not like dogs. If you push too hard they resist, more like a cat.

We sat down on the sofa. I kissed her again, gently stroking her hair and gradually letting my hand drop lower, first to stroke her neck and then cradling one of her breasts. My hand slid lower still, to the hem of her top, and then slid up inside onto the smooth skin of her young belly. I could feel her holding her breath as my hand slid up onto her bra until my fingertips slipped onto the skin of her breast. Even through the fabric of her bra I could feel her nipple, hard against the palm of my hand.

I pulled her against me, letting my hand slip under her shirt around her back. I unclipped her bra so that as my hand came back to her front it slipped underneath her bra and onto her newly liberated breast. My hand covered her firm breast, the nipple pressed hard against my hand. I moved and took it between finger and thump. She let out a little moan as I pinched her.

"Lean forward," I told her. When she did I pulled her top and her bra off over her head as she lifted up her arms. Her breasts looked every bit as good as they had felt, nicely proportioned to her body with surprisingly large almost crimson nipples surrounded by pink areolas. I bet forward and took one nipple into my mouth, caressing it with the tip of my tongue. She moaned again as I closed my teeth over her.

"Your turn," she said, grabbing the hem of my polo-shirt and pulling it up.

She put her hand on my thigh, stroking my leg through my pants. I reached down and moved her hand up onto my bulge.

"Oh my god," she said quietly as her hand felt my cock, rock hard for her. Her fingers explored it as if she was sizing it up, which perhaps she was. She started to rub me. I could sense from her breathing that she was getting very turned-on.

Her jeans were too tight for me to have any chance of just pushing them off. "Take off your jeans," I said. Quietly, but firmly.

She didn't need telling twice. She took her hand off my cock and undid the button, undid the zip and tried to slip them off. But in the end she had to stand up to do it. I watched her breasts shake attractively as her jeans slipped down her legs leaving her in just a pair of lemon-yellow boy shorts, my eyes immediately drawn to the slight swelling of her mound where it pushed out the cotton into an attractive bulge. I imagined what her pussy might look like, safe in the knowledge that soon all would be revealed to me.

I knelt down on the floor in front of her. Without being asked she parted her legs for me. I leaned forward and kissed her mound through her lemon panties. I could feel that she had no pubic hair, shaved or more likely waxed bald. I trailed my tongue lower until the tip could just feel the top of her slit. I pushed a little harder as I continued to descend so that my tongue pressed in between her fleshy lips, running along the furrow of her sex, but still leaving her the modesty of her panties.

I guess where her clit must be and probed a little harder. She moaned and her body shook so I was pretty sure I was in just the right place. I worked her clit rhythmically with the tip of my tongue, driving her arousal still higher.

I sat up and gently pushed her knees together. She immediately realized what I was doing and lifted her ass up so that I could pull down her panties. Then she spread her legs again for me, unembarrassedly offering me her pussy. As I'd already felt with my tongue, she had fleshy outer lips. I reached forward with both hands and gently parted them. Inside she had little pink inner labia. I could see the little pink pearl of her clit peeking out of its hiding place. I leaned forward again and teased it with my tongue, once again eliciting a long moan.

"Oh you do that so well," she sighed quietly as my tongue nuzzled the hard little point. I slipped my tongue down between her lips to her entrance and pushed into her. I felt her body push forward against me as if trying to take me into herself deeper still.

I moved my tongue from her vagina and replaced it with the tip of a finger as my tongue slipped back up to tantalize her clit again. As I gently attacked her clit with my tongue, I started to fuck her with my finger, gradually working it deeper and deeper into the wet velvety glove of her cunt.

Girls are all different the way they build up to orgasm, so when you are with a new one it is hard to tell. But I sensed that she must be getting close. She was starting to rock her hips in time with my finger, pushing herself forward each time my finger slipped back into her.

"Oh that's so good," she moaned. "Don't stop."

Suddenly her body jerked and her cunt spasmed on my finger. "Oh my fucking god I'm cumming," she squealed unnecessarily. I continued to lick her clit and finger her cunt as her body flooded with pleasure. "Oh don't stop, don't stop," she moaned as her orgasm seemed almost endless, her whole body jumping with wave after wave of joy.

She lay there quietly for a moment, with her eyes shut, her body limp and drained. Then she stood up and held out her hand. I stood up and took it. She took me down the hall and to her bedroom. She knelt down in front of me, undid the buckle on my belt and unzipped my pants. Soon I was as naked as she was. She started to kiss my cock before taking the pink head into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it, sending wonderful feelings radiating out through my body. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and started to stroke me. I couldn't believe how hard I felt.

Suddenly she stopped, climbed onto the bed on all fours and spread her legs. I smiled to myself at how appropriate it was that she wanted to fuck me for the first time doggy-style. As I moved behind her I admired the deep groove of her sex framed by her tanned thighs, her shapely paler ass. I positioned the head of my cock in the entrance to her cunt and pushed forward slowly. I watched as her lips distended around my cock and the pink mushroom of my knob vanished into the young singer's body. She pushed her hips back as I pushed mine forward and inexorably the shaft of my cock slid inside her.

"Oh it's been so long," she moaned as my cock was completely buried inside her until her ass was pressed back against my belly. I reached down and grabbed her hips and started to fuck her hard and fast.

"Oh my god, yes, oh fuck yes," she panted as she vigorously thrust herself back against me, almost sucking my cock into her body. She was dripping wet with arousal. I licked my thumb. Nestled between the cheeks of her ass was the tight little brown starburst of her asshole. I positioned my thumb on it and pushed hard. She squealed in surprise as the end of my thumb immediately penetrated her ass. As we continued to fuck roughly, I worked my thumb deeper into the tight ring of muscle.

I needed to slow down or I'd come immediately. I pulled out of her. She rolled onto her back on her bed and pulled her knees up as high as she could, opening up her pussy and offering my that most intimate and vulnerable part of a girl's body. I moved between her legs. She grabbed my cock and guided it into her, almost pulling me inside.

As we continued to fuck, more slowly now, we kissed. It felt more romantic and less aggressively sexual. I felt her moving her hips underneath me. She reached down between our bodies and started to masturbate her clit.

"You feel wonderful," I said.

"Totally. I can't believe I'm doing this."

"What?"

"I only met you a few hours ago. I never do this. I'm a 3rd date rule girl."

"The dog park. The coffee shop. Your balcony. That's 3 dates. They just went by quickly."

She laughed. "You are funny. And good...I mean it feels good...you...inside me."

I kissed her again as I started to fuck her a bit harder and faster. I could feel my climax building up inside me.

"I'm nearly cumming," she said quietly.

"Tell me when you are and I'll try and cum with you."

I stroked my cock inside her cunt keeping myself just short of that point of no return, while she masturbated herself.

"I'm going to cum," she said suddenly.

I started to thrust into her hard and fast.

"Oh my god I'm cumming," she shrieked.

I felt her orgasm in her cunt and I was cumming too, pumping warm jets of sticky cum into the depths of her body. I kept going until the last tremors of my orgasm faded away and then I lay on top of her, pressing our sweaty bodies together. I went soft inside her and then rolled off to one side. We put our arms around each other, kissed and cuddled.

"This isn't going to be a one-night-stand is it?" she said.

"I hope not."

There was a long pause while we kissed again.

"I've got a couple of your records, you know."

I paused, letting what I'd just said sink in.

"You mean...you know who I am?...you knew who I was all along?"

"Once you took your sunglasses off."

"Why didn't you say?"

"Because you wouldn't have gone for coffee with me if you thought it was going to be some horrible ‘oh my god i can't believe i'm talking to Chai T' kind of conversation. Texting my friends ‘guess who i am with?' And for sure I wouldn't have got an invite into your bedroom."

"You are probably right. So I should be glad you were so convincing. I think it was when you said ‘is Tom Cruise that short?' that I knew you had no idea I was a singer. It felt good being anonymous for once...like before, well, before I went instantly from pauper to rich, from unknown to famous."

"So I'd better text my friends now. ‘Guess who I just had sex with?'"

"Don't you dare!"

"And it is a good job you wanted to know what breed of dog I had. It was a good pickup line. See, it worked. You managed to get me into bed."