Drawn by: A_Dusty_Wolf

Written by: LofiReads

Barking up the Wrong Hole Page 3/6

His tongue! He was slurping and slobbering all over her butt with his tongue! Daisy did a good enough job cleaning back there without some human’s help, she’d have you know. She’d also have you know that if you tell anyone she’ll be forced to find out where you live and give you a very stern talking to about privacy. What goes on between a dog and her backside is her business and hers alone.

Her claws dug into the bedsheets at the feelings and sounds of the slippery worm as it encroached around the outer rim, slithered across the surface, and oozed through every crevice. It even pressed against the opening to try and burrow its way inside! She couldn’t imagine something more disgusting, more humiliating, more… intimate?

Humans can be so picky about what they put in their mouths, and yet he admired her so highly that he’d face so many unsavory implications just to show his appreciation. Was she really the one servicing him, or was he willfully degrading himself as some strange manner of worship? If he was willing to show her such a powerful display of trust, the least she could do was reciprocate, so she did her best to loosen her muscles, suppress all thoughts of disgust, and let him indulge himself for a moment or two.

Of course, if you give a man a bite, he’ll take a mouthful. Rather than gently teasing the entrance until she was fully relaxed, her human tried to plunge in at the first sign of slack, gorging more hungrily than those darn rabbits in her flowers. Each time she’d manage to unclench, he’d rapidly slip his tongue just deep enough to tickle the sensitive inner flesh, prompting her reflexes to squeeze him back out. It became a battle between the desire to embrace this new form of romance and the instinct to protect her vulnerables. Instinct seemed to be winning, as no matter how many times the human’s tongue repeatedly slid in and out, although shallow, Daisy felt as if she’d never grow accustomed to the feeling.

Yet, when he finally pulled his head away, she was left with her skin feeling neglected under the remaining moisture. Mere air was enough to shock her nerves, and only her pride kept her from begging for the human’s warm touch to replace its chill. Daisy’s body had to beg on her behalf by continuing the reflexive contractions and dilations. It only took a moment for them to fully captivate the human, who promptly stretched out those long fingers and opposable thumbs of his. As if kneading dough, he rubbed, tugged, and prodded around the ring, fighting against its tension to see all the shapes it could take and movements he could coax. At many points, Daisy had to clench by choice for fear that he might pull the hole fully open.

That couldn’t be one of the other plans he mentioned, right? I mean, just how much could a guy want to do with someone else’s butthole anyway? Then, just as she was getting used to being touched on the surface, a sharp poke in the center made his intentions horrifyingly clear: he was going to feel around inside!