On my lunch break from work, I'd walk a dog around his block Monday through Friday. We'd practically run the entire way and make it back to his home in 10 minutes. That gave us just 5-10 minutes to play tug of war or fetch with a squeaky toy or for him to lick my pussy if he wanted to.

Most days we'd run, then he'd eat me out while I took pics for the guy that got me the dog walking job. He loved seeing the dog go to town on my pussy, lapping at my wet folds. It made him happy knowing the dog was getting me all wet and worked up.

Some days, the heatwaves kept us inside for fetch and pussy licking. It was nice to spread my pussy open for 20 minutes so the dog could better explore my holes with its tongue. I could make videos for the handyman that got me the dog walking job. Some days he'd be there working on something.

I'd always ask him if he wanted to watch, hold my ass or pussy open so the dog could lick me deeper. "Will you help the dog get his tongue deeper inside me?" It's so much hotter when people join in instead of just watching. I love when they'll finger me while the dog eats me out, or even lick my clit and share my pussy with the eager pup.

One day, as the dog lapped at my spread pussy, I could feel a powerful orgasm building. The handyman thrust two fingers inside me, fucking me hard and deep in time with the dog's licks. "That's it, you little dog tongue lover," he growled. "Come for us. Come all over the dog's tongue like a good little puppy girl." His dirty words sent me flying over the edge.

I came with a wordless cry, my back arching, hips bucking up into the dog's muzzle. My pussy spasmed around the handyman's pistoning fingers, drenching them in my juices as the dog frantically lapped to catch every drop. The handyman fingered me roughly through wave after wave of ecstasy, making my body convulse and twitch with the force of my climax.

Finally I collapsed back onto the floor, chest heaving as I recovered from the intense orgasm. The dog gave my crotch a last few licks before padding off, and the handyman withdrew his fingers with a filthy wet sound. "Good girl," he panted, grinning down at me. "You came so fucking hard for us, didn't you?" I could only whimper and nod, totally spent and satisfied.

The dog buried his muzzle between my legs, eagerly lapping at my exposed pussy. His tongue delved deep into my folds and he lapped at my entrance, like he was trying to spear my tight hole. I gasped and spread my legs wider, granting him better access.

He nosed at my crotch, snuffling and snorting, inhaling my heady aroma. Then he started licking me in earnest, long slow laps that dragged the flat of his tongue over my entire slit. He lapped at my juices, lapping up every drop of my flowing nectar.

As my arousal grew, his licking became more intense. He started sucking and nibbling at my pussy lips, gently tugging them with his teeth before diving back in and circling my clit with the tip of his tongue. He looked up at me with big brown eyes as he ate me out, like he was starving and I was his last meal.

I could tell my juices were driving him wild. The more wetness he coaxed from my needy cunt, the more frantically he lapped at me, like he was trying to burrow into my pussy. He made loud slurping and snuffling sounds as he gorged on my snatch, huffing hot breath against my sensitive folds.

When I started to come, he pressed his face tight against me and wagged his tail, maximizing contact with my spasming pussy. He lapped faster, in time with my convulsions, his tongue spearing me as deep as he could reach. He didn't let up until he had consumed every drop and I had collapsed back, spent and satisfied.