When I was little, we had 2 dogs. A sweet mutt who was my favorite, maybe 40 pounds, and the other was a nearly 200lb mastiff who, by some grace of the heavens, was so polite when I would take him out on walks by myself.
Looking back, I’m furious I was so clueless at the time, because what I wouldn’t give now to be in the same position
Tiny, and stupid, and clueless, living down a dirt road in the middle of the woods, taking my big sweet dog out for walks all by myself.
He was such a good boy- He obviously wouldn’t try anything, right? If I bent over, he wouldn’t nuzzle up against me, just to sniff? I mean- It’s just communication, isn’t it? He kept me safe, let me lead him around- he was just getting a good whiff of me. And he definitely wouldn’t nudge in a little closer when he smelled something different, would he? Maybe I had an accident, maybe it was arousal. I’d be too stupid to know either way.
And I’d definitely be too stupid to figure out what was going on when he’d nudge me over easily- what, triple my size at that point? He’d barely have to try. And my little skirt would flip up and I’d be red faced and blushing because I hadn’t bothered to put panties on- They were uncomfortable and awkward, and it was just a quick walk, anyway and- God, his nose was cold, shoving up against me, and god- it felt funny when he did that, and- Oops, I didn’t mean to make that noise- And I’d try to get him to stop, I guess. I mean- It felt inappropriate, right? I learned in school that this was a private spot, just for me, but- It felt nice, didn’t it?
And I’d feel myself getting wetter, face red because I thought I was pissing myself, and maybe I did, too, maybe I leaked a little bit, because this was all too much, but he wouldn’t be too bothered. He’d just lap that fat, sloppy tongue over my tiny cunt, drinking up whatever came out of me, and I’d gasp, because, Oh! That felt- And- and it’s so- And I’d be moaning, face in the dirt, the shame I was so sure I was supposed to have quickly abandoned alongside his leash on the ground, but he wasn’t going anywhere, he had exactly what he needed.
He’d barely have to mount me.
I was small enough that he’d fit nicely over me, and my little butt just happened to be angled just right that he could jut his hips forward, and I’d cry out, but nobody would hear me, and I wasn’t really sure why something wet and pokey was jabbing at me, but I wouldn’t have much time to think about it before he rammed the tip into my tiny cunt, a scream leaving me and getting lost in the woods around us as he’d force it in deeper, his panting loud in my ear.
And I’d be too little to carry any puppies, but god, he’d certainly try, and by the time he’d knotted my little cunt, I’d be panting and stupid and grinding back against him, bouncing my little butt to try to get him deeper, moaning and squirting onto my pretty skirt.
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