The happy life of a dog and its mistress

Author: dicksucker
Word count: 12126
Until 5 months ago, my life as a dog was pretty normal like that of any other dog. You know, I am a 4 year old black and white Great Dane named Baxter and I currently live with my mistress Jenny and her children.
My hostess Jenny had me when I was very young, I think, when I was a few months old. My mistress used to have a husband until one day a few months ago when she came home she found me locked in the kitchen closet and then she found him in the bedroom fooling around with a strange woman.
Then, for the first time in my whole life, to say the least, in such a mess, I actually became the beneficiary of this vicious event and the protector of my mistress.
Wow, baring my teeth and barking furiously to drive that nasty guy out of the house makes me feel pretty good. The husband of the hostess Jenny hated me for some reason, even though I hadn’t really done anything to him. Except you count the time I chewed through his brand new shoes. Hey, let’s be honest, they smell awesome and taste even better. Let me tell you, I thought that might be one of the reasons, then he kicked my ass in a rage and locked me out of the house in the cold and dark for a week. Of course, my mistress would sneak out to see me now and then.
Since the hostess Jenny caught him doing something ugly with his woman, she has been almost in a state of sadness and depression, which is driving me crazy, it’s like living in hell. So, when he came to get his stuff, I was so pissed off that I just stood there and yelled at him non-stop.
If it hadn’t been for being on a leash, I would have rushed forward without a word and bit him hard, because he had made my beautiful mistress so sad. After that, the story seems to start from when he actually left the hostess Jenny, from her emotional life back to the original point, and the story began to really unfold around me.
I can now sleep without reproach in the mistress’ bedroom, or even in her bed. I had never been allowed to sleep in the bedroom bed before, and was rarely allowed in the bedroom unless he was not at home. After he left, I could run and have fun in the house, and even follow the hostess Jennifer around without anyone objecting at any time and place.
Two months ago, I lay down in front of the living room fireplace, as I usually do. The warmth of the fire seeping through my fur makes me feel very comfortable, and I have a great view from here to the front yard of the house. Suddenly, I heard the sound of the door opening, so I jumped up and rushed to the door like a catapult, ready to either greet the comer or eat the comer.
Then I saw with great pleasure that it was my mistress, Jenny, who had just returned from work. I really like the smell of her sweaty after work, it’s a sweet and sour smell that makesHer body smells better and is more intoxicating.
Of course, being a feisty and sweet and lively dog, I always want to smell her “tail” and her crotch. Hey, I’m a dog, it’s something we do all the time, it’s the most normal thing. Anyway, I wait for the moment when she bends down, and when she does, I try to put my nose close to her “tail” and inhale her body odor deep into the nostrils, while keeping her scent in the nostrils. Look, this is really a fascinating thing. This time she didn’t slap my nose with a soft little hand, or tell me I should move my nose away from her. Hey, it’s very unusual for me that my master didn’t do this to me, but instead of discussing or trying to analyze the situation at hand, I’ll just take advantage of it.
I kept my nose close to her “tail” and kept sniffing until she stood up. She just looked down at me and smiled, then got up and walked to the kitchen. Well, I quickly followed her, wondering what was going to happen next. When the hostess reaches the kitchen, she opens the refrigerator and pulls out a bottle of wine and some cheese. Then she poured herself a glass of wine and sliced ​​some cheese, put it all on a tray, and led the way back to the living room.
This was simply too unusual for my mistress, Jenny, and my curiosity was best rewarded. I stayed very close to my hostess, Jenny, hoping to be treated tenderly by her, or rather, to have another source of good smells for me. I even thought I might be able to smell in her crotch why she was in such a different mood today. Had I known at the time that my vision was so limited, I might have exploded to pieces, as expected.
When hostess Jenny arrives in the living room, she throws some wood into the fire and sits in the oversized leather chair closest to the fireplace. I put my head up in her lap as usual, watching her quickly drain a glass of wine and pour myself another.
I decided to push the envelope, so I moved my head from Mistress Jenny’s knees to her thighs. I’m now close enough to her crotch to smell the rich, musky scent of her crotch. God, she smells so good in there, I can feel my balls start to tingle and twitch when I smell the delicious smell of her crotch. As my nose got closer to Mistress’s crotch, I fully expected to get a slap from Mistress, but instead she just put her hand on the top of my head, touching my ears tenderly, while she continued drinking from the bottle.
Slowly and methodically I brought my nose closer and closer to Mistress Jenny’s pussy until there was only a thin layer of cloth shorts – her home wear – between my nose and her pussy. Not once in that entire time did the hostess push me away, or berate me for being a bad dog.
My nose starts racing at 10,000 miles an hour, trying to inhale as much of the intoxicating fragrance of Hostess Jenny as I can. Never before has my nose been allowed so close to my Master’s crotch, let aloneSaid to be allowed to stay in such a wonderful place. Later, the hostess Jenny covered the wine bottle in front of her, looked down at me, and asked with a smile, “Do you like that, Baba?”