Abby - the springer spaniel sheepdog cross.

She comes when you whistle and with a quick explanation clever Abby is already on the case. You get to appreciate the view of your dog girl bent over as she sniffs the edge of the hole in the wall. Meanwhile you can’t help lifting up her bushy tail and rubbing your thumb around the edge of Abby’s hole.

“Master… you’re distracting me…” she says, blinking her long eyelashes at you over her shoulder, her smile heating your blood.

“Sorry… but you’re distracting too… ” you reply and you run your thumb up Abby’s warm slit where you catch a nice runny glob of her ready arousal and spread it around her fluffy puckered asshole.

“I… I have a… trail…” Abby says, struggling to get through her sentence as you worked your digit into her butt.

“Yeah, I can see it,” you say, noting the long trail of grool now dripping from her cunt. You drop to your knees to catch it on your tongue then follow through by homing into her pussy with your mouth. Abby moans at your greedy muff dive, her fur rippling as she shivers with pleasure.

“That’s not what I mean master...ohh...grrr…” she growls lustily under her breath and continues to leak delicious succor into your mouth. “We… we should go before.. the trail fades… master...oh dognammit… rrrruff…” Abby is a hard working dog who is always keen to complete her tasks but under your lovely assault she starts to defy her natural instincts, beginning to succumb to her need for you. She’s right though, and fighting your own growing addiction to the taste of her cunt you reluctantly pull away and stand, though that just puts your cock dangerously level to her warm and ready holes. “Th-this way,” Abby says quickly, dropping to her knees and sniffing as she lets her nose lead her and you follow.

She crawls out the of the other side of fox hole and you brush the dirt off your hands and knees as you stand in the sun. Abby’s amazing snout directs her east and you’re both now in hot pursuit, giving chase to the invisible trail down towards the woods. She stops just a few feet after venturing into the greenery and puts a paw to your chest and narrows her eyes. In a hushed voice she tells you “She’s close.” You see Abby’s nostrils flare and she licks at the air with that talented tongue. She’s down on all fours again and you can’t help admiring that heart shaped ass presented to you and the alluring tail wagging above it. Concentrate!

Abby is on the prowl and you do your best to be just as stealthy in her wake. You feel like your own sense of smell is heightened because you can smell Abby’s pussy in front of you. With the drool pouring out of your mouth you even feel a bit like a dog. Now you reach a thicket with a slight part in the treeline where the bark of two trunks looks a little more worn than the rest of the wood. The hound gives you significant look and points. There’s another tuft of brownish red fur caught on the gap.

Entering extreme stealth mode the pair of hunters creep forward, Abby squeezing herself through the trees first and you follow tightly behind. It’s shaded in here but it seems to be a sort of small grove clearing, and then you spot what looks like a small mound of earth near the back that marks the obvious entrance to a burrow of some sort. A foxhole.