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Sammy’s hands shook as she juggled her duffel bag, phone, and the key, but she tried to ignore it—the cold metal biting into her palm was a nice distraction, actually. Her phone was already pinched between her ear and her shoulder, and she was trying to sound breezy for her friend’s sake.
“…yeah, I’m here. At your front walkway, actually… So, um, any last-minute tips for dog-sitting?”
At the other end of the line, Sabrina’s voice was warm and teasing as ever.
“Just relax, girl! Ace is a sweetheart. He’ll treat you right. Honestly, you’re doing me a huge favor here…”
Sammy swallowed. She eyed the front porch, the shadows already long in the early evening, and tried to imagine what it was like for Ace, her friend’s German Shepherd dog, waiting for her inside. “He’s not gonna… like… maul me or anything, right?”
Sabrina actually snorted at that; Sammy could picture the eye-roll. “Ace? Please. He’s my big boy, but he’s a gentle giant. Just show him who’s boss and he’ll be all over you… in a good way.”
Sammy laughed nervously at that. Something about the way Sabrina said “all over you” made her heart thump funny. Or maybe that was just nerves…? She edged up to the doormat, bag clutched tight. “So… I just go in?”
“Yep! Use the key. You got it, right?”
Sammy fumbled it a little, sending her phone skittering down between her neck and shoulder. “Yeah, I got it. Umm, I’ll call you if I have any more questions, okay?” She jammed the key into the lock and twisted.
“Thank you again! And seriously, don’t worry. Ace will love you. Keep me updated! Love ya!”
Click. The call ended.
There was a hot second where Sammy almost doubted herself, standing there with the cool brass doorknob under her palm. What the hell did she know about dog-sitting? Not a damned thing, if you asked her—but her friend Sabrina needed someone on short notice, and, hell, it wasn’t like Sammy was doing anything on Friday night, anyway. Sammy never has anything to do on Friday nights, unlike the rest of her friends.
“I’m probably worrying for nothing,” she mumbled to herself, trying a smile. “Just gotta make sure the mutt doesn’t eat anything he shouldn’t… maybe I can play a game for a few hours… and then I get paid. Easy as pie… right?”
One deep breath.
She pulled the door open…
…and then a sudden burst of furry energy had her flying back!
A streak of black and tan fur blurred past her, and then Ace was there, all one hundred pounds of pure Shepherd muscle and enthusiasm slamming right into her.
The duffel bag went flying. Sammy shrieked, stumbling and landing flat on her back in front of the welcome mat, skirt flipping up as her ass thumped against the concrete landing.
Ace’s paws hit her chest like sledgehammers.
“Oh my god! Holy shit!” Sammy squealed, eyes wide, mouth open. The dog’s tongue was everywhere. Lapping at her cheeks, her chin, up toward her hair. Hot, wild panting filled her ears. Huff-huff-huff. Every breath Ace took blasted over her face and neck, so warm it was almost dizzying.
She tried to squirm, but the big Shepherd just pressed down harder, his fur bristling and his weight holding her completely pinned. Sammy could feel every inch of his body, so heavy and hot, sprawled right over her. Something about the smell of the dog, the scratching against her legs, the feeling of rough fur against her bare thighs…
“Ahhh! Ouch! Wait, stop, Ace! Ace, stop! Down, boy! Down!!”
But the dog didn’t listen—not at first, anyway. He was too busy slobbering all over Sammy’s face, his impossibly hot tongue lapping at her cheek, then her lips, then her hair. She could barely breathe with how his panting blasted over her, and his paws kept digging into her chest and pinning her arms in place.
“Ugh… dude, you’re heavy…!” she managed between squeals and frantic little grunts. It really felt like being tackled by a linebacker, except this linebacker smelled like wet fur and doggy drool and wagged his tail so hard it whipped against Sammy’s bare calves, over and over and over.
She tried to twist away, but Ace only pressed his snout deeper beside her ear, giving her a full-body sniff. The feeling of the Shepherd’s nose rooting between her hair and neck made her squirm all the harder… and then, at last, Ace lurched off of her with one final, slobbery lick to her chin.
Sammy gasped for air as she flopped back on the concrete landing, her skirt still hiked halfway up her thighs and her hair a total, sticky mess. Ace hovered over her, tongue lolled out, panting and drooling and looking about as pleased as a dog could possibly look.
“Oh my god, what is wrong with you…?” Sammy panted, but she couldn’t even keep up the annoyed act. Ace was already trying to climb back on top of her, paws up against her shoulders this time, his tail helicopter-whipping behind him. He let out the most ridiculous little huff, like he was damn proud of himself.
Sammy pressed a palm to his furry chest and tried to push him back. “Down! C’mon, down… You are way too much right now, dude…”
Ace, apparently, did not agree. He let out a low, playful grumble and immediately started pacing around her as she struggled to her feet. His nose went right under her skirt as she bent to gather her duffel bag, and she yelped at the cold snuffle press to her thigh.
“Seriously? Ace!” Sammy hissed. She snapped upright, cheeks blazing, and darted a panicked glance around the street.
Thank god. No neighbors. No nosy dog-walkers. No one to see her get bulldozed by a horny German Shepherd and pawed at like the world’s most clueless dog-sitter.
She shoved the rest of her things into her bag and hustled herself—and Ace’s wagging, circling butt—through the doorway. She barely got the door shut before the Shepherd was all over her again, paws up her thighs, tongue lapping at her wrist and elbow and, oh god, her face again.
“You are literally insane,” Sammy grumbled, wiping her cheek. “Can you chill for five seconds??” She knelt to unclip her shoes, and Ace instantly started pawing at her calves, tail smacking into the wall so hard it rattled the umbrella stand. The pure energy radiating off of him was wild—and somehow, weirdly flattering.
“Down, boy,” she tried again, but this time her voice was softer… maybe a little resigned after the moment of surprise made way for a moment of exhaustion. She was already making a beeline for the kitchen to use Sabrina’s coffeemaker. Maybe she could even get some work done on her laptop before her friend returned tomorrow morning.
I just hope I can handle Ace until then, Sammy thought, frowning.
She set her duffel bag by the door and sighed, rubbing at her cheek where Ace’s tongue had left her shiny and wet. The Shepherd circled her like a furry, overexcited shark, tail thumping and nose already glued to her thighs. “You are way too much,” she muttered, but there was a weird flutter in her voice that she couldn’t quite hide.
Sammy stomped off toward the kitchen, pretending she hadn’t just been manhandled by a hundred pounds of muscle and drool. “First things first—coffee,” she announced, mostly to herself. She flicked on the kitchen light, rummaged through Sabrina’s cabinets, and pulled the coffeemaker out onto the counter. Ace’s toenails click-clacked after her, a steady, eager drumbeat behind every step.
“Okay, boy,” Sammy called over her shoulder. “You chill out for five seconds and let me caffeinate, yeah?”
Ace did not chill. He hovered. He sniffed at her calves, then her knees, then her thighs, nose wedging insistently deeper as she reached up to grab a mug from the cabinet. His muzzle was cold and damp against the backs of her legs, and Sammy shivered at the ticklish, electric feeling it shot up her spine.
“…Ace? What are you doing back there?” She tried to sound stern, but it immediately sounded more like a nervous giggle. She fixed her eyes on the coffeemaker, refusing to turn around and give him the satisfaction, but Ace had other ideas.
With one bold shove, Ace’s nose plowed straight up under the hem of her skirt. Sammy squeaked, hips jerking forward so fast she nearly knocked the mug from her hand. Oh god. He was right against her panties, just… snuffling and snuffling, the blunt wetness of his nose dragging over the thin cotton where it hugged her ass.
“Ace!” Sammy gasped, cheeks going nuclear. “Nnnngh, what is your problem?! Get out of there…!” She squirmed in place, clutching the coffeepot for dear life, but all Ace did was dig in harder. He snorted against the seat of her underwear, hot breath pulsing through the fabric, and Sammy actually had to bite back a little moan when his tongue flicked up against the crease of her thigh.
“No! Bad dog! Stop it!” She jammed her hand behind her, trying desperately to shove her skirt back down, but Ace was relentless. Another hard nudge, another cold snuffle, this time right against the dampening crotch of her panties. Sammy yelped. The water sloshed dangerously close to her fingers as she tried to pour it into the machine, her whole body going tense with the effort not to just drop it all and start screaming.
“God, you’re a menace,” Sammy groaned. “I said KNOCK IT OFF!” She whipped around, skirt clenched tight to her ass, fixing Ace with the most withering glare she could muster.
He just looked up at her, tongue lolled out, tail slamming against the dishwasher like a jackhammer.
“Ugh… you’re lucky you’re cute,” Sammy said, sulking. “But you’re way too much… how the hell does Sabrina handle you?”
She was inwardly thankful, of course, that she was the only human in the house tonight. Sammy might have been embarrassed out of her mind if someone walked into the kitchen and saw her struggling to maintain control of Sabrina’s “silly doggo”—as she called him.
Sammy blew out a shaky breath and glanced down at her shirt, which was already smeared in streaks of slobber and little tufts of Shepherd fur. This dog was going to be the death of her. But at least—for now—the kitchen was hers.
Or so she thought.
Ace’s nose was instantly back against her calves, working its way up, insistent and wild, as if he’d already forgotten every word of discipline she’d tried to offer. Sammy tried to ignore the feeling of his cold snout bumping her, but her thighs gave a little tremble anyway.
“God, you’re relentless, dude…” She gave the counter a light smack, more for herself than the dog. “What does it take to get five seconds to myself?”
The answer? Desperation. And a squeaky toy.
She opened the pantry to search for coffee filters, but what caught her eye instead was a battered, bright orange bone with “Ace” printed on it in cartoonish black letters. The second she grabbed it, the toy SQUEAK-SQUEAKED between her fingers, loud enough to make Ace’s ears perk up and his entire body freeze in anticipation.
His eyes went comically wide. He was like a rocket on the launch pad, poised and quivering.
Sammy didn’t even have to think about it. She hurled the toy, fast and wild, right through the archway into the living room.
SQUEEEEAAAK! SQUEAK! SQUEAK!
Ace tore after it, claws skittering across the hardwood. He covered the space in an instant, leaping onto the rug and pouncing on the toy like a wolf on a wounded deer. The orange bone disappeared immediately into his jaws. He started gnawing with the most furious, single-minded focus Sammy had ever seen, his tail thumping against the side table with rhythmic, happy WHAP-WHAP-WHAPS.
She almost burst out laughing on the spot. It was… kind of adorable? And, more importantly, it was a godsend.
“Oh my god,” she muttered, clinging to the kitchen counter. “Finally. Peace.”
Her hands still trembled a little, but at last, she was able to pour herself a steaming mug of coffee. The smell was heaven, rich and dark and promising normalcy. That’s what she needed. Just a moment of normal.
She filled her cup, fished out the vanilla creamer from the fridge, and tipped in a generous swirl. The pale streaks of sweet cream melted into the coffee like clouds. Sammy swirled it with her spoon, the sound calm and gentle compared to Ace’s SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK from the living room.
She took a sip. Warm. Sweet. Bliss.
Her shoulders slumped; she let the tension slide out as she just… stood there, holding her mug, listening to the distant gnawing and squeals of the toy in the other room. The Shepherd was in absolute heaven, rolling on his back, paws in the air, toy squeaking like crazy as he chewed and mouthed it over and over.
“Guess Sabrina was right,” Sammy said softly—the words almost lost in her mug. “He really is all over me…”
…but in a good way? Only time would tell.
Sammy’s plan was simple: movie, laptop, and ignore the drool streaks slowly drying on her thighs.
Easy.
She padded after Ace into the living room, the mug of coffee balanced between her palms, still radiating gentle heat. Ace was sprawled in the dead center of the rug, legs in the air, still savaging that orange bone. SQUEAK! SQUEAK! SQUEEEEAK!
Sammy had to laugh. God, what a dork.
She nudged his butt with her toe and Ace barely even moved, just wagged his tail in lazy, happy figure-eights. At least he was occupied. She could actually get some work done. Maybe. “Hope you don’t mind movie night,” Sammy said, slumping onto the couch. “I’m gonna need background noise to get through these essays…”
She set her laptop on the coffee table, popped open Netflix, and picked something inane and familiar (rom-com, obviously). The glow from the screen bathed the room in soft, flickering color, and the opening credits rolled while Sammy wiggled into a comfy corner of the couch. Shoes off. Skirt flattened back down. Her heart still beat out a nervous, post-dog-attack rhythm, but the caffeine and cozy blanket made it better.
She pretended to focus on her assignments for a while.
Really, honestly, she did.
Ace kept SQUEAKING and chewing and rolling across the carpet like a possessed mop, but it was easier to ignore now, with her own playlist of noise. Sammy’s eyes flicked from laptop to TV and back, but after thirty minutes, she was already restless.
Fifteen more and she was bored out of her mind.
Ugh. “No wonder I never do anything on Friday nights,” she grumbled, pulling her knees up to her chest. The movie was just background now, dialogue washing over her. The words on her homework started to blur. Her thumb hovered over the trackpad, half-heartedly scrolling, feeling her attention drift…
And then her mind went somewhere way more interesting.
She bit her lip.
…well. No one was watching her. Ace was in his own little world, gnawing on his chew toy with wild abandon. Sabrina was off doing who-knows-what, miles away. And Sammy… Sammy was alone on a friend’s couch, wearing a skirt and a too-tight top, the house quiet except for the sound of movie kisses and doggy squeaks.
What if she just… had a little fun?
The thought made her shiver, just a little bit. She could feel the tickle of anticipation between her legs almost immediately, spreading warm and low through her tummy.
I kind of feel like… masturbating… right here… right now…
God, this was so stupid. But also kind of hot…?
“Hey, Ace!” Sammy called softly, her voice laced with mischief. The dog paused mid-chew, his ears perking up at the sound of her voice. She beckoned him closer, and he trotted over, the orange bone still clamped between his powerful jaws. “C’mon, buddy, drop it.”
With a reluctant huff, Ace released the toy at her feet, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. Sammy picked it up, feeling the cool plastic in her hand, and without hesitation, she hurled it into the next room.
“Go get it!” she urged, watching as Ace darted off, his paws pounding against the hardwood floor like a stampede. The moment his figure vanished around the corner, the quiet of the living room enveloped her like a warm blanket.
Alone now, the air felt charged with possibility. Sammy’s heart raced as she sank back into the couch, the fabric cradling her. The sounds of Ace’s excited barks faded into the distance, leaving her in a cocoon of silence, where only her thoughts echoed. She could feel the thrill of solitude wrapping around her, urging her to embrace the moment that lay ahead.
Fuck it. She was doing it.
She hiked up her skirt a little higher, savoring the way the cool air hit her bare thighs. Her panties clung to her ass, still a little damp from the earlier encounter. She let her hand wander, drifting up the inside of her leg, slow and lazy. Just a tease, at first…
Sammy bit her lip and pressed her fingers higher. The soft fabric of her panties was already clinging to her skin, damp in the middle, and the sensation only got hotter as her fingertips traced circles over the spot that ached for attention. She shivered, the warmth blooming up her belly; her eyelids fluttered shut, shutting out the movie, the dog, and the world.
She let her thighs fall open, swallowing a shaky breath. The air on her bare skin made her feel even filthier, but that was half the thrill, wasn’t it? Here on her friend’s couch, in a skirt, alone except for a giant dog stepping around in the next room. She couldn’t help it. Every little brush of her fingers made her twitch and gasp.
God, she was so wound up.
She slipped her hand under the waistband of her panties, feeling the heat and slickness that had pooled there. Her clit throbbed at the first real touch, and Sammy couldn’t stop a soft, desperate whimper from slipping out. She pictured that cute barista she’d seen last week—the way her smile crinkled at the corners, the way she looked so good in her apron, tight shirt straining across her chest as she leaned over the counter…
Holy shit. She could practically feel that girl’s hands stroking up her thighs, lips whispering right over the shell of her ear. Sammy pressed harder, grinding her palm in slow, relentless circles. Her hips jerked up a little, chasing the friction. The fantasy painted itself in her mind: getting bent over the barista’s counter, panties shoved down, skirt hiked up…
“Ah… f-fuck…” Sammy’s breath spilled out between her teeth, her other hand clutching the sofa for support. She was getting close, she could feel it, the tension fizzing through her legs and curling her toes.
But then…
Something prickled along her skin.
Like… a stare.
That kind of hot, focused attention that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.
Sammy cracked one eye open, and nearly died.
Ace was right there. On the rug, front paws splayed, head cocked just so, tongue lolling out like some kind of oversized pervert. He was panting, hard, his bright eyes locked on her. Watching every single thing she did.
“Oh my god! Ace!” Sammy yelped, her hand yanking out of her panties as if she’d been burned. She scowled at him, cheeks on fire. “Go away! Bad dog! Don’t stare at me like that!”
But Ace didn’t move. If anything, his tail began to wag even more. And the drool…
Oh god. There was so much drool, glistening and stringy at the corners of his mouth. Ace’s tongue lolled longer, slick and pink, and he huffed hot, heavy breaths that steamed up the air around him.
Sammy tried to ignore it. She really, really did.
But suddenly, her mind flashed back—to the kitchen, Ace’s muzzle shoved under her skirt, the wet, insistent snuffling against her panties…
Sammy couldn’t stop herself from blushing. Or from thinking about it, either. The memory alone made her thighs clench tight together, but then the shame and the heat just made her wetter, leaking slow and steady into her panties right there on her friend’s couch.
She bit her lip. An idea formed. A wild, insane, filthy idea that shot through her with the force of a lightning strike.
No way. She couldn’t possibly…
…but then she looked at Ace again, right there in front of her, tongue lolling out, panting, eyes locked on the space between her legs. God, she really was going to do it, wasn’t she? When no one was watching?
Sammy’s hands trembled as she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties, then shimmied them down her thighs in one, smooth motion. The air was cold and her pussy was so wet that the cotton practically clung to her folds for a second—but then it slipped free and bunched around her ankles. Sammy let out a little nervous giggle; it sounded way more desperate than she expected.
Her skirt was already riding high on her hips, so all she had to do was hike it up, and…
…just like that, she was indecent. Totally, shamefully bare, pussy glistening in the low lamp light.
Ace’s head cocked to the side, ears perked, tail wagging with apparent interest.
“Yeah, I bet you like this, huh?” Sammy’s voice shook, but she tried to sound in control, even as her heart hammered in her chest. She spread her legs wider, showing everything off to her audience of one. The heat of her own arousal made her shiver. “You want to stare and poke me so bad, you might as well make yourself useful, big guy…”
She beckoned Ace closer with her fingers, then leaned back into the couch, bracing herself on her elbows. God, it was so ridiculous. What the hell was she even doing? But the thrill of it just kept building and building, tighter and tighter inside her.
Ace didn’t move at first. He just kept tilting his head, drooling, tongue flicking out as if he was trying to taste her from across the rug.
Sammy let out a frustrated huff. “Seriously? All that energy from before and now you don’t know what you want?” She rolled her eyes and shot him a look. “C’mon, mutt, don’t tell me you’re shy NOW…”
She was about to laugh it off, maybe even call it quits and yank her panties back up, but then Ace’s ears twitched and he started to creep closer. Slow, methodical, like he’d finally zeroed in on the treat waiting for him.
Sammy’s breath caught in her throat. She’d never been this filthy in her life.
Ace pressed his nose right between her thighs, and the first blast of hot, wet breath against her pussy made Sammy shudder so hard she nearly collapsed into the couch cushions. His snout was cold and his whiskers tickled her skin, but his tongue…
Oh God.
His tongue lapped out with one long, deliberate swipe, catching the dripping wetness from her pussy and painting it all over her folds.
The feeling was… indescribable. Sammy’s eyes flew wide open.
“Oh my god,” she gasped, the words barely a whisper behind her trembling fingers. Her hips bucked up instantly, like her body couldn’t help itself. The heat of Ace’s tongue was unreal, so big and flat and impossibly strong. Just one long lick and she thought she might burst.
But Ace didn’t stop there.
He nudged in closer. Sammy could feel his breath huffing out, heavy and hot, right against her soaked pussy. His tongue slapped out again, longer this time, smearing her arousal all up and down her slit. The texture was wild… a little rough, but so wide and soft at the same time, dragging from the bottom of her cunt all the way up to her clit.
That time, the noise ripped out of her. “Nnngh…! Ah! F-fuck… Oh my god, fuck!”
The moan was so loud she automatically clapped a hand over her mouth, cheeks burning. But then she realized: she was alone. No one to judge her. No one to hear how fucking good it felt.
She peeled her hand away, lips parted, and let the moans come out in little desperate bursts. Ace’s tongue set to work like he’d been waiting for this his whole life. He licked her again. And again. Each time, the thick, wet slab of his tongue absolutely drenched her pussy, lapping up her slick and then going right back for more.
“Mmm… oh… oh my god, Ace, don’t stop… don’t you dare stop…” Sammy’s voice shook so hard she could barely recognize it as her own. “Hah… good boy… fuck… that f-feels… way too good… nngh… y-you do this before? Heh… ooohhh, fuck…”
She was panting, grinding her ass into the couch, thighs locked open as wide as she could manage. Every swipe of that tongue sent electric shockwaves through her core; her clit throbbed so hard she almost cried.
She’d never done anything like this before. Hell, she’d never even thought about it before tonight. She’d spent so long pretending to be good, never even sexted anyone, let alone something like… this. But now, with her skirt up and her panties discarded, her friend’s dog eating her pussy like she was his entire world…
God, she never wanted it to end.
Ace shoved his nose right up against her slit, tongue flicking out to catch every bit of her arousal. His licks were clumsy and wild, nothing at all like the toys she’d used on herself. No plastic, no batteries, just pure, wet, animal need. And it was exactly what she needed, somehow. More than anything.
Sammy let herself go. She let the moans pour out, fingers digging into the sofa cushions, her thighs trembling on either side of the Shepherd’s drooling muzzle. “Fuck, Ace… yeah, that’s it… right there… oh my god, right fucking there…”
She rocked her hips up, greedy for more. Ace responded by lapping her even harder. His tongue smashed up against her clit, swirling it, then dove down to scoop up her dripping juices and slather them all over her pussy, so much so that Sammy swore she heard the slap of Ace’s tongue echoing right between her thighs, wet and wild and desperate.
“Nnngh… oh fuck… mmmm, Ace, good boy… so good, so fucking good!” Sammy just gave up on pretending to be normal—the moans ripped out of her, long and needy, every single lick making her toes curl and her pussy clench with helpless pleasure. Her skirt was bunched around her waist, her whole body trembled, and Ace just kept going, tongue lapping and lapping and lapping like she was the only thing that mattered in the universe.
She couldn’t stop rocking her hips forward, greedy for every single pass of his tongue. The texture of it was unreal; Ace’s tongue was so thick and strong and hot, it practically punched her clit with every swipe, then smeared her slick all the way down, then back up again to the top. The noise was obscene. Sticky, sloppy, messy. She could hear herself leaking, could hear the way her arousal mixed with dog slobber and painted her thighs every time Ace licked her through.
“Y-yeah… don’t stop, don’t you dare stop…” Sammy’s fingers dug into the couch cushions, nails clawing at the fabric as she lost herself to the rhythm. Her thighs were shaking now, locked open as Ace shoved his snout harder and deeper into her heat. The wet smacking, the huffing snorts of the dog, the way his nose nudged right up against her pussy and nearly forced her open…
Oh God. She was gonna cum.
Her clit throbbed so hard she almost screamed; her whole body tensed, then snapped loose like a livewire. “FUCK, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, oh my god…!” Sammy shouted it, didn’t even care, legs clamping tight around Ace’s head as she came harder than she’d ever thought possible. Orgasm crashed through her like a freight train, white-hot and dizzying, so intense her vision actually blurred at the edges.
She felt herself gush, felt the slick heat pour out of her and coat Ace’s tongue and muzzle, and he just kept going like a champion. “Good boy… good fucking boy… yes, yes, ahhhnn, fuck, you’re licking me clean…!” Sammy panted, gasping for air, and arched her hips right into Ace’s relentless mouth.
He was insatiable. Every moan she made, every twitch of her hips, every fresh spurt of arousal just drove him harder. He licked her through it, tongue swirling all over her slit, slurping every drop she gave him. It was almost too much—the pleasure turned to aftershocks, making Sammy jerk and whimper and tremble like her whole body was melting into the couch.
But she didn’t want it to stop. Not for a single second. She grabbed Ace’s head, fingers digging into the soft, bristly fur, and pulled him tighter against her pussy. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, keep licking, keep licking, oh god, I can’t get enough…!”
Her legs were quivering uncontrollably around the Shepherd’s head, toes pointed, hips bucking up to grind on his tongue for every last drop of release she could wring from it. Sammy couldn’t stop moaning, couldn’t stop huffing, the need so raw and base that she just melted under Ace’s relentless assault.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god!” she cried, not even caring how whiny and needy she sounded. “Nnnnngh! F-fuck, Ace, do it… yes, just like that, ahh…!” Her pussy clenched tight, milking air and tongue alike, and the gush that followed was full-on obscene. Sticky, slippery, a whole mouthful of slick and heat that poured across Ace’s tongue and dribbled down his drooling chin.
Ace slurped it up with wild doggy abandon, snout glued to the source, tongue working in long, greedy licks. Sammy was writhing, squirming, her whole body alive with aftershocks as another orgasm ripped through her, this one even harder than the last. The pleasure smashed into her like a freight train, each wave cresting and breaking, leaving her brain buzzing and her hips twitching.
She arched her back, head thrown against the cushions, hands wild in Ace’s fur. “Fuck! F-fuck, I’m cumming again, I can’t stop, I can’t stop…!” Her thighs squeezed tight, trapping Ace’s head in place, and the Shepherd just moaned into her pussy, tongue never slowing for even a second.
The lewd, sticky sound of it filled the room. SLURP! SLURP! SCHLICK! Every lap of his tongue dragged her juices out, so wet she could hear it sucking and smearing. Her own slick painted her inner thighs, dripped onto the couch, and smeared all over Ace’s black-and-tan muzzle. The mess was wild, and she loved it.
When her climax finally faded, Sammy just let go. Her arms fell limp against the cushions, chest heaving, skirt a tangled mess around her waist and her panties wadded up at her ankles. She was sweating and trembling, shoving her hair back and laughing out loud, her body so spent she could barely even move.
“You are… insane…” she panted, giggling between gasps, “oh my god, I can’t believe that just happened, holy shit, oh my god…”
She covered her face with both hands for a second, shaking her head. When she peeked through her fingers, she saw Ace sitting back on his haunches, tongue lolling and panting hard, his nose shiny with her slick. He licked at his muzzle, savoring every drop, and Sammy just stared, breathless, at the mess she’d made of his fur.
And then… well, then she noticed something that made her freeze and stare even harder.
Ace’s cock was coming out of its sheath.
It started as just a hint of glossy red, poking free from the black, furry pouch between his thighs. But it didn’t stop there. As Ace kept licking his chops, the cock kept growing, longer and thicker, swelling out glossy and angry and bright red.
Sammy couldn’t look away. She just sat there on the couch, skirt hiked and panties still bunched around her ankle, staring openly as Ace’s cock throbbed and pulsed its way out of the furry sheath between his thighs. Inch by inch, it emerged, totally exposed, the skin so slick and wet that it glistened in the TV’s flickering blue light. Insane. No barista or movie fantasy could even compare to what was happening right in her friend’s living room.
She licked her lips, slow and deliberate, feeling her tongue tingle. The curiosity was undeniable—and, yeah, a healthy dose of outright desire, too. She tried to play it cool for a second, but the heat blooming in her chest and the flood between her legs made it impossible to play anything, least of all “hard to get.”
“Wow,” Sammy murmured, unable to help herself. “You’re… really packing, huh, big guy?”
Ace’s tail thumped the rug, a heavy, rhythmic drumbeat. That cock was still growing, too, swelling thicker and longer by the second, so big Sammy actually had to blink and rub her eyes. The base was knotted, stretching the skin of his sheath, and the shaft was blazing red, glossy and wet, with a bulbous tip that was already leaking clear fluid onto the rug. The sight was… a lot. Way more than she’d ever expected to see when she’d signed up for “dog-sitting” duty, that was for sure.
But, honestly? Sammy was into it.
Her cheeks flushed, heart thumping wild against her ribs. The aftershocks of her orgasm still made her legs twitch, but she found herself squirming again, thighs squeezing together for a whole new reason. Ace’s tongue flicked out to lap at the wet on his nose, but his gaze never left Sammy’s glistening, bare pussy. Not for a single second.
She grinned, giddy. She wanted to see what else he could do. Maybe she was just a pervert waking up to her doggy desires, but… hey, if Ace wanted her so bad, why not give him what he wanted? It was just her and him tonight. Nobody else. She could be as wild as she wanted…
Sammy leaned back into the couch cushions, spreading her thighs wider, showing off her slick folds for Ace. Her voice was teasing, breathless, barely above a whisper.
“Come on, handsome. You want more, don’t you…?”
Ace lurched forward, hunger in every muscle. His cock bobbed under him, hard and huge, the tip so glossy it looked almost wet with spit and anticipation. Sammy’s mouth watered at the sight. She reached down and traced a finger over her pussy, spreading herself open, showing off the needy pink for her audience of one.
“Good boy… c’mere, let’s see what you got…”