Bad Dog - Too Bad It's Fake

I was surprised at how well the two dogs seemed to like each other. Benny could occasionally get a little nippy, but Warren tolerated his puppy misbehavior, and the two got along like peas in a pod.

Just like Sam and me.

At least until I finally worked up the courage to let him know the truth about the circumstances under which we got together in the first place.

Chapter Ten

Ronda

Sam parked out front, and the dogs nearly sprinted to get inside. The living room looked different that it had before, all the furniture replaced with new pieces. As well as the rug, which I had always thought was very pretty.

We set up the dogs in the playroom. Each of them, worn out from the walk, trotted off to their respective corners; Benny into his kennel and Warren into the big bed Sam had put down for him, full of his favorite treats. With the pets settled and content, we slipped out and closed the door behind us.

“Race you,” Sam murmured, as the door clicked closed.

We both took off up the stairs. Sam had the advantage of longer legs, but I got a head start. My feet were bare, however, and part way up the stairs to the bedroom, I stumbled, putting me down on all fours.

Sam seized me around the waist before I had a chance to get to my feet, and started to gently suck my toes, my laughter at the absurdity of the situation turning to soft moans of pleasure. He had taught me so much since popping my cherry. Levels and kinds of pleasure I had never even considered before.

He ran his tongue up the soles of both feet and then slowly up my legs, inching towards his final destination. I reached down and hiked up the hem of my dress to give him easier access.

Taking several moments to tenderly kiss and lick the back of my knees, something he knew drove me absolutely crazy, he continued up my inner thighs, blazing a trail with his heavenly tongue. Working his way up between my legs, he slipped two fingers under my panties, pulling them gently aside, giving him unfettered access to my sopping wet pussy.

Giving me a few teasing licks to tease and work me up, he buried his face between my thighs, giving my desperate little pussy long, hard licks that sent waves of pure heat running through my body.

“Oh, fuck, Sam,” I whimpered. “Don’t stop!”

My fingers scrabbled helplessly on the floor as pleasure washed over me. He kept going at full tilt, never letting up until I was shuddering with a powerful orgasm.

Sam shifted on the stairs so that he was above me, though not quite on top of me. He kissed the back of my neck and lovingly stroked my pussy as I recovered. No matter how many times he made me cum like this, I never quite got used to it and needed a bit of TLC after each session.

Sliding two fingers in slowly to make sure I was ready for him again, Sam gently spread my legs a little more and pressed the head of his cock against my pussy. It was a bit of an odd angle so there was more pressure on my abdomen, making my pussy an even tighter fit for his humongous cock.

But I was so wet from his teasing that he managed to slide in, slowly. Pausing again to let me gather myself, he started to move in me, sending shock waves of intense pleasure rippling through my entire body.

As I got used to the wonderful feeling of his huge cock deep inside me, Sam started to pick up speed, just a little at a time, tenderly kissing me as he did so. I was amazed at how quickly he had learned my every little spot. The not-so obvious areas of my body that could nonetheless give me amazing amounts of pleasure.

His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my hips as he started to fuck me even more vigorously, building up to a moderate rhythm that made me nearly pass out from sheer joy. Then something new.

As he fucked my tight little pussy, brining me to the very edge of ecstasy, he reached down and gently massaged my asshole. Just light circles around the outside. Still, this was enough to send me through the roof and I started to moan with loud, reckless abandon, no longer able to keep the pleasure in or I just might explode.

The climax overtook me like a tsunami, washing over every inch of me, leaving me trembling and shaking on his floor in a limp heap as I recovered.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, gently stroking my hair.

All I could do was nod. There were no words in any language I knew to express how good I felt.