Pawl looked at his human questioningly. She had made these noises before, but only on her bed, and never this intense. And her smell was weird. Had been for a while.
Maybe she was sick?
Pawl walked forward and began to lick at his human's face as she lay on the ground.
"Paaaawwwwllll..." she groaned as she tried to push his face away. She must have been sleeping. This is how she acted after sleeping. She must be getting better.
His tail wagged as she started to laugh, bringing herself to a sitting position. "If you insist." She said cheerfully before burrying her face in his fur. "Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy?" She asked, blowing delightul raspberries into his side.
He was.
"Stay." She commanded, as she stood. Being a good boy, he did. Tail wagging as she walked out of the room.
When she returned she didn’t have any of those clothes on, she must have finally realized how uncomfortable they were. His human was just the smartest. In her hands though... he started to pant and drool. But he knew. To get the treat he needed to obey commands, so he stayed.
Tracy laughed, smiling at his obedience. "Pawl. Cum."
Sounded a bit off, but he was smart enough to figure it out. He eagerly bounded over to his human. Her arms wrapped around him in a hug, and then he felt her grab... something?
"Red rocket. Red rocket boy."
That. He whined in confusion. That feels good.
"Red rocket. Cum on, red rocket."
His back leg began to pound the ground.
"Almost there, cum for daddy boy, red rocket."
Daddy? He wondered, as he felt a strange release. That felt good. He wanted to do it again.
His human laughed as she took a step back and settled onto the stool. "Stay." Sje said between licking some white goo off her fingers. She opened the jar of peanut butter. His eyes eagerly followed her fingers as they dipped in, and pulled out a large glop.
Joe smeared the peanut butter around the pussy he had jusy shaved for this moment. Around and around he traced Tracy's lower mouth. His right thumb traced her clit as he leaned back, using her left arm for support against the wall. Watching this in the mirror was amazing.
Tentatively, a finger dipped into his pussy, dragging some small ammount of penut butter with it. He started slowly fingering in bits of the cream, occasionally pausing with a curse as he scratched himself In Tracy's most sensitive area. More fingers followed, until with a gasp, a more gentle climax was reached. More memories started flowing in.
"That was fun" she remarked chirpily as she licked a mixture of her own juices, peanutbutter, and dog cum from her fingers. "But however shall I get clean?"
Looking around in mock confusion, Joe pretend to be surprised to see the dog. "Pawl!" She let out a pleased gasp. His tail wagged in excited agreement. "You'll help mommy get clean, won't you boy?" She asked in sing-song baby talk.
"Cum here Pawl" she called. "Good boy, eat mommy out." Tracy cheered as she felt the first tentative sniff from the cold, wet nose. She shivered, a tingle running up her spine.
Her right hand reached out, playing with Pawl's head, patting his head, rubbing his ears, and most importantly pulling him closer. Giggles escaped her lips with every hesitant lick.
Gradually Pawl grew more confident, and started truely lapping at her pussy. Toe curling waves of pleasure traveled up Joe's spine as he felt the hot, heavy breath on his mound. The wet, cold nose accidentally teasing his clit. A deep, rough, wide tongue violently lapping inside him.
This time was the most intense of it all. Maybe because she had just emerged from the afterglow as Pawl was just hitting his stride, Tracy didn’t know. To tell the truth, as she screamed out her ecstasy she didn’t actually care.
She didnt remember rolling off the stool. Squirming on the ground, still screaming in joy. Some pain, but a good pain. Pawl licking her face. She never wanted this to end.
"Red rocket boy" she proclaimed between gasping breaths, a wicked smirk on her stolen face.
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