My name is Rita, and I want to share something with you. This is something that happened about a year ago, but I must admit that I am innocent of what happened.

My husband is a dispatcher at a steel plant and often, when he has a lot of work, he stays at the plant for a long time. The plant sometimes works seven days a week and when Russ arrives (sometimes late at night - sometimes early in the morning after changing the schedule) he is very tired. So tired that it pays no attention to me.

I am twenty-seven years old and often say that I am “gooood lookin“ woman! ”(So some of Russ's friends like to say). I was a little stout when I was pregnant with our son, Russ Junior, and after he was born, I lost sight of it. But that was seven years ago and I managed to stay in pretty good shape just by watching what I eat and normal housework. Sometimes I do enough runs up and down the stairs to get a real marathon! I also have a rest time when I lie in the living room in front of the TV.

Last year, in early spring, our neighbors across the street asked if I could take care of their dog Max, while they were leaving for a three-week vacation. I could not find enough good reasons for refusing. They knew that I was at home all day, and probably I would be pleased to do them a favor. I actually did not want to take on the burden (albeit a small, temporary, but still a burden), but I did not know how to give up.

Russ and Russ Junior thought it would be great! Russ Junior played a lot with Max and, when he was not at home, the dog howled. Max is a huge dog, mostly brown with several black and white patches on the back and belly. Even I, who are not a big fan of dogs, thought that he was a good looking dog, and he was well behaved. We put a blanket to him and put a bowl for food in a corner of the kitchen, and he seemed to feel at home after the first day.

On the first Monday, Max was with us, Russ worked (as always) and Russ Junior was at school. I finished cooking dinner and, after eating, I came into the living room to have the opportunity to work out and then relax. By the time I walked my regular ten miles and after thirty minutes, when sweat broke out on my body, I decided to lie down for a while and calm my breath. We have a big puffy pillow that usually lies on the sofa or on the floor under me (I like to put it there when I watch TV. I was lying on my stomach with a pillow crumpled under my chest and clasping it with my hands.

I was completely fascinated by the program I was watching, and I forgot that Max was also in the house. I was wearing one of Russa's T-shirts and soft cotton shorts, and when Max went quietly between my slightly apart legs and touched my crotch with my nose, I screamed like the devil - who's behind me there! I instantly jumped up from the floor, shouting at the stupid dog - “Get away from me and NEVER do it again !!!”

When I screamed at him, I knew that I was overly harsh with him, but I could not help myself. He was very scared and ran off to a safe place, huddled in a corner of the kitchen. I followed him because I was very surprised at his behavior. Max was sitting in a corner on his blanket and looked at me with all his eyes.

I returned to the living room and sat on the couch, still shaking a little with excitement. I could not calm down. Now I was ashamed of screaming at Max and after a few minutes I went back to the kitchen with the intention of apologizing. It may sound strange, but I wanted to apologize to the dog, and that was the only thing I wanted to do ...

Max huddled into a corner and approached, I saw how he trembled in fear. My God, how could I have attacked him so much, I was again overwhelmed with a feeling of guilt before the dog.I put my hand on his head and said softly: - I'm sorry, Max. His ears moved and he lifted his face from the blanket. - Yeah, Rita regrets shouting at you. - He tried to lick my hand, and I did not stop him, allowing him to lick his other hand, scratching his ears. “What did you smell between my sweaty old legs?” - I asked him. - You should always ask first before you put your nose between the legs of the lady, do you understand? - The tone of my voice was to convince him that I was not mad, and that I wasn’t angry at him anymore, and in half a minute Max’s tail moved in greeting.

I invited him to return to the living room with me, and he followed nearby. I entered and sat on the sofa. I do not know which part of my brain controlled me then, but I sat down on the very edge of the sofa and leaned back a little, so that the upper part of my body almost lay on the sofa. I kept my knees slightly apart and obviously invited Max. I froze, not moving, to discourage him. It was enough with a single oscillation of the knees and the dog itself, as if promoted by his desire, stood between my legs and buried his nose in my crotch. What he did completely contradicted everything I knew about how a dog should behave and what it could be allowed to do, but I wanted to see what it would do next. I sat on the edge of the couch and pulled at his ears, holding his head as he snorted and sniffed me. When he started licking my crotch through my shorts, I almost made him stop and stop doing it ... but I didn't stop him ...

It was so beautiful, and in the end, Max was certainly not going to tell everyone what we were doing here! Sometimes his tongue deviated a little from the goal, and I felt it on the bare skin of my thigh, and I was wet and a little embarrassed at the same time from that. Max was whimpering, as if he was whimpering, and I realized that I needed to take off my panties for him, and some strange part of my brain was sending me impulses, what should I do and what did I follow.

- Your exclamation means that the old panties interfere with you, Max? - I asked him. “You want me to take them off?”

If he could speak, I’m sure that he would tell me YES, because he moved away a little from me, as if giving me a place to stand. His tail swayed from side to side, and his eyes looked wildly and lustfully at me. I got up and quickly slipped out of my shorts and panties, dropping them to the floor. Max's head escorted my explosions down behind them and he sniffed my clothes a little while I sat down. He did not waste time on his panties, but instead returned to his place between my knees. I took his head with both hands, without closing my naked vagina for him and allowing him to bury my nose in my inmost. I was tugging at his ears, struggling with myself, and for some reason Max was slow, but I already wanted to continue the job ...

“Are you sure you want to lick Rit's wet pussy?” I asked him playfully, as he began to whine again. I felt a truly strange feeling from his such rough rough language, but it seemed somehow appropriate to the strange situation in which I found myself.

When his cold nose touched my hot skin, I thought I would faint from the lust that engulfed me! He acted quickly with circular movements of the tongue in one place and pushed his nose between the lips of my pussy. My God! Impressions were indescribable! I wanted to push his nose as deep as possible into myself, but his nose moved a little away and he began to lick me quickly again and again ... and I did not want to push his face any further. His nose had become hot, and I could feel his hot breath down there between my spread legs. His tongue moved down to my anus, obviously trying to taste the slightly salty ring of my ass. I gently loosened my grip to lie back and lie down on the sofa, let go ...