Mr. Banes makes me so nervous. He's a high-powered executive and I've only been working for him for a week. Now he's asked me to watch his massive Great Dane while he's gone and I get a really funny feeling when I'm around that dog. I hear a voice in my head telling me what to do and I can't control myself at all. The dog makes me do all kinds of nasty things for him all week - fucking me in every way imaginable - and you won't believe the compromising position Mr. Banes finds me in when he returns!
I cocked my head to one side while I continued to stare into Franklin’s black eyes. There was no one else around that could have spoken those words, and yet I heard them plain as day. Plus, I didn’t remember Mr. Banes ever referring to me by my first name, so I didn’t understand who could possibly have said that. I figured it had to have been in my head, but it didn’t feel like my own thoughts at all.
I’d like you to take your clothes off now
There was that voice again, and I didn’t see how it could be my own voice in my head. Then it struck me that the voice was coming from Franklin. And as I was coming to this realization I noticed that I had already removed all of my clothes. I didn’t even know I was taking them off, but suddenly, there I was, completely naked in Mr. Banes living room with his dog’s tongue exploring my stomach.
As I watched the massive tongue slither in and out of Franklin’s mouth, it made its way up to the hard nipples of one of my breasts. Franklin was so huge that he was able to keep all four feet on the ground and suck on my nipples without straining. And that’s just what he did. He clamped his little teeth down on one nipple and chewed on it for a while, then switched to the other, causing bolts of intense pleasure and pain to shoot through my body and down to my pussy.
When Franklin moved his massive muzzle down between my legs and slid his tongue in the crevice, I continued to play with my nipples—twisting and pinching them while I felt Franklin’s tongue move across my clit.
I heard the voice in my head again, and it told me to get down on all fours in front of him. I knew then that it was the dog’s voice. But how he was talking to me I had no idea—because, for one thing, he was a dog, and for another, his mouth wasn’t moving at all. I did what he said, though. I felt compelled to do whatever he told me to do—like the idea was suddenly the best one I’d ever had in my life. I got down on the floor with my ass facing Franklin, then reached around and spread myself for him. I didn’t know why but I really wanted to feel like I was offering myself up completely to him. I wanted him to see everything—my wet pussy and asshole—and to fuck them both.