Claire Davis watched the dog's huge, heavy balls swaying in front of her. It was almost hypnotic, the way they swung back and forth. The teenager wondered how much cum was backed-up in those big, bouncing beauties.
"Come on, Earl, you big, goofy dog," Claire said playfully. "More walking and less sniffin' and pissin', OK?"
Hearing his name, Earl, a large, handsome Siberian husky, turned to glance at Claire. He paused, sniffed, and immediately hiked his leg against yet another tree. His large cock was on display for the horny young teen once again. Claire paused to admire it for a moment. It was swollen in its sheath and the tip of his pink, pointed dick stuck out slightly. He was horny alright.
Claire sighed. "What is it with these amateur breeders, Earl?" she said aloud. "Raising pretty dogs only to let them mate once or twice a year - if they're lucky." She was considering when and where Earl might be getting lucky today. She felt sorry for the poor animals and had vowed to do whatever she could to help them. Her guilt over teasing her dog Duke had made her realize the sexual agony male dogs were going through - not being able to jack themselves off, like human males.
Earl was owned by an acquaintance of her father who was also an amateur breeder. Word had gotten out about young Claire and her fantastic training results - not only training dogs to walk on a leash, but also training them to be more 'relaxed' at home, and not constantly humping anything and everything all the time. Her phone has been buzzing with so many new clients, she didn't know how she could accommodate all of them.
"Come on, Earl," Claire said. "Let's get to the park." She was in a hurry. Earl was the second dog she had walked this morning, and she still had to get to Mrs. Hill's kennels to start her shift.
'I need to find a way to do a lot of dogs at once,' she said to herself. 'But, if I'm not careful, it might turn into a doggy-orgy!' The thought made her teenage pussy twitch. All those wet dog tongues licking her and so many doggy-dicks to play with! 'Mmmm, mmm!'
Claire arrived at the park and walked past the shelter-house. It was still early morning and not many people were out yet, but Claire knew there was much more privacy in the woods than behind the small building. She remembered her last experience there; she had almost gotten caught jacking-off a huge St. Bernard. He started whining when he began to cum and someone heard him and came over to investigate. Clare had just finished licking her hand clean when a man walked around the corner.
"Is everything OK?" the man had asked. "I heard your dog crying." He looked concerned.
Embarrassed at almost being caught stroking off a dog-cock. Claire assured him everything was alright. "I think he stepped on something," Claire lied. She pretended to look at the dog's paw, while hoping the man didn't notice Earl's still dripping cock. The dog turned, and there was no way he could miss the massive, wet, exposed, hunk of dog-cock hanging obscenely beneath the beast's belly. A string of cum was oozing from its tip.
"Uh…," Claire began. "There must be a female in heat somewhere."
"Yeah, that must be it," the man replied. He looked at Claire and then at the dog's oozing shaft before meeting Claire's eye once again. He grinned.
"Take good care of your dog now, little girl," he said with a chuckle and then left.
Not wanting a repeat of that embarrassment, Claire returned to the secluded spot in the woods she had recently discovered, even though it was a much further walk. It gave a good view of the path in both directions. There was a small building there - nothing more than a roof and three walls, with open windows, a concrete floor and a picnic table. It offered hikers a place to take a break on a long walk, or a place to get out of the rain.
Claire sat on the bench, looked both left and right down the path, and called the dog over to her.
"You need to shoot your stuff really bad, don't you boy?" Claire said. "I can tell." She began to pet Earl, scratching his ears a little before running her hands down his sides and finally towards his belly. She spoke softly, not wanting to scare him. Her hands came closer and closer to his swollen sheath, until she was 'accidentally' rubbing it with the back of her hand. Earl like that. He liked it a lot.
"Oh, my poor, horny boy," Claire said. "No one's ever touched you there, have they?"
Earl's cock began to expand. Claire rubbed his hairy sheath a little bit more, becoming more aggressive with her touch, now rubbing his entire shaft. When she felt wetness on the back of her hand, she changed her tactics and ran her fingers up both sides of his cock. She felt him harden even more.
"Mmmmm," Claire moaned, "Bitch-Hand-Job".
Claire always used her special "Bitch" words with all the dogs she took care of. She hoped they might eventually learn her unique commands, even though she didn't have the time or the place to train them properly.
"You like that baby?" she asked. "Do you like Claire's Bitch-Hand-Job?"
Earl did like what she was doing to him, no matter what sounds were coming out of her food-hole, and told her so. He licked Claire's face and Claire sloppily kissed him back.
Claire glanced around once again to make sure no one was coming, then bent down to get a better look. Just as she suspected. Earl's cock was a beauty. Really thick with a perfectly shaped head. She spat into her hand and gently stroked his exposed shaft.
Earl's tail began to wag back and forth as he thoroughly enjoyed Claire's expert manipulations. Pre-cum soon began to shoot from the tip of his aroused organ. Claire cupped her hand in front of it to get more lubricant and then stroked him a bit faster.
"Oh, Earl!" Claire exclaimed. "Such a pretty doggy-dick you have!" She licked her lips. "You are going to make some bitch really happy with that fat cock."
Claire knew it was risky, but she had to have a taste. "Are you going to let mommy have a taste of that sweet-doggy-dick, Earl? Pretty please? Bitch-Blow-Job, Earl? Wanna Bitch-Blow-Job?"
Without waiting for an answer, Claire sat down next to Earl and smoothly leaned in to give his cock a long, slow lick. She rolled the sweet, salty metallic flavor around in her mouth "Oh, yeah, Earl," Claire praised. "You have a delicious doggy-dick."
Claire couldn't resist his hard dog-cock. She licked it a few more times and then leaned in to engulf his cock-head with her warm mouth. She licked around his spongy, pointed tip and coaxed out more pre-cum. He was soon spraying it with every pump of his prostate. Claire swallowed it gratefully. Her pussy was wet and gushed with desire.
"Oh, fuck, Earl," Claire moaned. "I have to feel that hot tongue way up in my snatch.' Just for a minute, she promised herself.
Claire stood up and reached under her short skirt to pull her panties off. She held them in front of Earl. "Want a sniff, Earl? Wanna Sniff-the-Bitch?"
Earl loved the smell of Claire's wet panties and Claire soon gave him the real thing to sniff. She leaned against the window opening and wiggled her ass in front of the horny dog.