Nasty Girl: Hot Dog Snack

Her heart is thumping wildly as she locks the front door
and returns to the kitchen.

Donna runs straight to the kitchen sink and opens her mouth
over an empty baby bottle.  The dog cum and a considerably
amount of saliva drips down into the bottle.  It forms a
string between the bottle and her lips which she had to break
with her fingers.

Donna inhales deeply.  She feels as if she's been holding
her breath.  She wants desperately to wash the dog cum
flavor out of her mouth with hot coffee, but the voices are
demanding hotdogs.

Donna opens the refrigerator door.  She finds a package of
Oscar Meyer Hotdogs, removes one, and pops it into the
microwave for 1 minute.

"Exposure time," the voice whisper.

Donna slips her robe off her shoulder and drops it onto the
kitchen floor.

She is 32, with a slim youthful looking body, medium sized
pointed breasts that showed no signs of drooping after
nursing 3 kids. The nipples were erect and tender from the
daily sucking given by the baby. She has blond hair tied with
a red ribbon in back and light blue eyes, but was far from
anyone's idea of beautiful. Her nose was too long and her
eyes were set apart too wide on her face. She wore oval
shaped brown glasses that gave her a librarian look.  She
had quit her job selling real estate to take care of the
unexpected baby.  She thought of herself as a good mother.

As if in after thought, the voice say, "Oh, and remove
your panties."

She let the white cotton panties fall to her ankles.

She pushes open the microwave door.  The hotdog feels good
to hold.  It is warm.  Donna smiles tilting her head a little
to the left.  She sits down on the hard cold linoleum floor
holding onto the hotdog with all four fingers to feel the
warmth.  Slowly, spreading her legs, Donna mechanically
inserts the hot dog into herself in the same way that she
would insert a tampon in the privacy of her bathroom.

Naked except for her bra, legs spread wide, her cotton
panties dangling from the ankle of her left foot, sitting
in the middle of the kitten floor with a hotdog protruding
out between her legs, Donna waits.  She feels stupid sitting
on the floor. The whole situation seems silly.  She tilts
her head to the left in a quirky smile at the absurdity of
it all.

>From behind Donna comes the sounds of toenails clicking on
the floor as the black doberman walks into the kitchen. Donna
can't turn around, but she imagines the camcorder zooming
in on the dog. Doing a close up comparison between her widely
spread legs, the dog approaching behind her, and then cutting
to her face.

She is at a disadvantage.

The doberman has never seen Donna naked or in such an
exposed position with her legs spread wide.  His keen nose
immediately catches the scent of her open cuntlips and the
snub of red hot dog protruding between them.

Bowser pushes his cold nose between her legs.

Startled by the dog's cold nose in contact with her most
sensitive private parts, Donna starts to push the dog's
head to one side.  But the dog is insistant and pushes
back.

"Bowser, please ... no " she pleads.

None of this had any affect on the dog. It growls at her,
and barks once before resuming its probing.  Donna's
objection to the dog's cold nose is replaced by fear.  What
if it bit her ?

How could she ever explain a dog bite on her private parts ?
What would the pain be like.  How much damage would it do ?
Was taking the chance of being bitten worth the resistence ?

Donna relents to the dog's curiosity.  She relaxes placing
both her hands behind her, palms down on the floor to keep
her balance against the dog's head shoving into her open legs.

It caught the scent of the hotdog and was now licking her
cunt.  The licking continues in a methodical way.  The rough
rasping pink tongue lapping at her exposed cunt.

"Oh, no, please stop," Donna continues her pleading,
"No Bowser, please stop"

  But she no longer attempts to push his head away.

The viewpoint changes.

It alternates from focusing on the mixture of saliva and
cunt juice dripping from the dog's tongue to close ups of
Donna's humilated face pleading for the dog to stop its
licking. Finally, exhausted by pleading, she goes into a
trance-like state and relaxes, trying to shut her mind off,
to believe that none of this is happening.  She gives a
quirky smile thinking about how much she loves her baby,
and taking comfort in the thought that she's a good mother.

Natural lubrication starts pushing the hotdog out of her
cunt and dog begins taking small bites out of it.  Donna's
face twitches involuntarily every time the dog takes a bite,
hoping that those sharp canine teeth will only sink into the
hot dog and not her most precious parts.  By the time the
doberman has eaten all of the hotdog, it seems like an
eternity has passed.

Donna glances up at the kitchen clock.

It's only 8:15 am.  She looks down between her legs. Her open
pussy lips are dripping onto the kitchen floor mixing with
the dogs saliva, making a small wet pool between her legs.
A muscle twitches on the inside of her left thigh from the
exertion of keeping her legs so widely spread wide so the dog
could eat her. It was going to be a long day.

Donna looks drained.  "I'm exhausted," she sighs.

It is the baby crying that brings Donna out of her
trance.