If someone has the continuation of this story, I'd [CENSOR] or die for it.
This really gets me terribly excited.

My Sunday morning jogs have always been a source of pleasure for me
since I could usually find some respite from my hectic schedule with an
invigorating jog at the nature park. My husband, caring soul that he
was, wanted me to take my jogs at the health club since he always
fretted about my personal safety. But the peaceful trail through the
nature park was simply too inviting for me to be swayed by my husband¹s
endless worries. Since we lived in an affluent area of town, I felt
that his concerns were misplaced.

The nature park was only a ten minute walk from our home, so I would
usually warm up and stretch out at home. However, I would occasionally
warm up at the nature park, especially if I were planning to jog with a
friend. On just such an occasion, I warmed up and stretched out under a
portico that was near the nature trail. The sun was barely over the
horizon, and the surrounding air was refreshingly cool and crisp. It
was a perfect morning for a jog.

As I waited for my friend, a man walked down the trail with a dog on a
very long leash. Since the dog was large and very menacing in
appearance, I quickly became nervous when the dog noticed me and
quickened his pace towards me. The man hurriedly reigned in the leash
before the dog got too close to me. While doing this, the man told me
not to worry since the dog would not bite me. As mean as the dog
looked, I had serious doubts about that claim.

After pulling the dog in towards him, the man approached the portico
and sat down on a bench to rest. He was an older gentleman who seemed
pleasant enough. We made some friendly small talk, but I was a bit
disconcerted at how the dog stared at me. That¹s when my friend finally
arrived; after she stretched out, we started our pleasant jog down the
nature trail and into the woods.

While jogging by myself several weeks later, I jogged past the same man
and dog on the nature trail without noticing them. The dog, however,
noticed me after I jogged past them, and he startled me with ferocious
barks, causing me to trip. I fell forward onto the dirt trail, badly
scrapping my hands and knees.

When the dog charged at me from behind, I thought he was going to
attack me, and I instinctively turned over onto my back and tried to
scuttle away, pushing with my feet and using my hands and arms as
leverage. As soon as the dog was upon me, I shrieked in total fear, but
my worst fear of being mauled to death never happened. Instead, the dog
drove his muzzle straight between my parted legs and easily wiggled
past my loose shorts and panties until his cold nose and wet tongue
plunged into my pussy.

My hands slipped and I fell onto my back as the dog went into a frenzy
with his long tongue taking powerful and unrelenting licks deep between
my legs. I was horrified by the sensation, and I screamed as I tried to
close my legs and push the dog away with my hands. After what seemed
like an eternity, the man was finally able to pull the dog off of me as
I began to cry uncontrollably.

After the man tied the dog to a tree, he came over to console me and
stop me from sobbing. I was hysterical. When I finally calmed down
enough to catch my breath, the man helped me to my feet and tried to
dust me off as best he could. I noticed blood trickling from my knees.

The man apologized profusely to me and asked if he could do anything to
help. I meekly said there was nothing he could do, and I gathered
myself up the best I could and started to hobble back home. I took one
final look at the man, and he had a look of real concern on his face. I
took one final look at the dog, and he was up on his hind legs,
desperately fighting his leash in an effort to reach me. Unable to do
so, he was yelping and whining in frustration.

When I got home, my husband was shocked that I was hurt and bleeding,
and he asked what happened to me. I told him that I had tripped over a
branch while jogging and fell; I simply felt too uncomfortable to tell
him the truth about what really happened. He accepted my story without
too much curiosity, and I tried my best to forget about everything that
happened. This, of course, was simply impossible as conflicting
thoughts and emotions entangled my thoughts.

The next morning, after my husband went to work and my kids went to
school, there was a knock at the front door, and I was absolutely
surprised to see the man from the nature park. Noticing my surprise, he
quickly explained that he had followed me home the other day to make
certain that I arrived safely, and he just wanted to check on me to
make sure that I was definitely all right.

I assured him I was fine and thanked him for his concern. However,
seeing him again only intensified the confusion that I felt, and I
found myself asking if the dog was okay. The man gave me a small smile
and said that the dog was fine and none the worse for what happened.

Then the most absurd words escaped my lips as if my brain had no
control over them: I asked him if I could see the dog again. My
expression must have been utterly neutral when I asked him this
question because my body was absolutely still and my soft voice was
completely monotone.

The man gave me a nod that was almost imperceptible. In barely a
whisper, he told me that the dog wanted to see me as well and that he
would return in thirty minutes. And then he left.

Waiting for him to return was almost unbearable. I realized that I
could no longer trust my mind since I had no clear idea about what I
was doing or what I was thinking about doing. One part of me thought
that I was making a terrible mistake and that I should not answer the
door when he returned, but another part of me was aroused by nervous
anticipation.

Before I could decide what to do, the man returned with the dog, and I
felt compelled to let him and the dog into my home. As I opened the
door, I quickly took a few steps backwards so that the dog could not
pounce on me, but the man had very tight control over the dog¹s leash.

The dog seemed larger and stronger than I had remembered. I really
could not tell what sort of breed he was, but he seemed to have been
bred as either an attack dog or a fighting dog. The top of his shoulder
blades reached my waist, and he easily weighed more than me. His body
was covered with short black and brown fur that did little to conceal
the appearance of strength in his muscles. Compared to my petite frame,
the dog was enormous.

The dog immediately recognized me, and his entire body tensed as his
eyes focused on me. He then began to yelp and whine as he struggled
against his leash in a vain effort to reach me. At my beckoning, the
man led the dog inside to the living room. The man sat in my husband¹s
favorite over-stuffed chair and had the dog sit beside him on the
floor. I sat on a couch across from them.

The man introduced the dog to me as Victor, and I thought that was a
very unusual name for a dog. I asked the man if the dog was so named
because he never lost a fight with another dog or something. The man
simply said no. The reason the dog was named Victor, the man explained,
was because Victor has yet to meet a woman he could not seduce.

The man¹s answer shocked me, and my heart fluttered as, if for the
first time, I noticed the sexual tension between me and Victor. I asked
the man in a rather naive tone if Victor was interested in seducing me,
and he simply replied with total confidence that Victor had already
succeed in seducing me. The man must have caught the look of doubt on
my face as he set about to remove any doubt that I may have had.

To be continued.

THanks for posting good story.........please complete the story.......Thanks again

Yes, that's a very nice story. Some talented writing there for sure. Thanks for sharing it with us. :D :D -oldk9luvr

Yes please contuine the story

My dear, you are at it again,please continue and I'm sorry your not in Nebraska.

Not my story folks read the first line, I've been looking for part two for quite awhile. This is one of the handful of stories that inspired me to start writing them.

[SIZE=7] Agreed great story pitty about part 2 not being available thou.

I've been looking but I cann't find part 2 either
Pitty cause its a good written story with an excellent plot.

It is a great story....interesting plot...keeps you wanting to read the next line..it is a shame no one seems to have the next section. Where did you find it at?


:rolleyes: Nerp

Victor Pt 2

After a pause I realised what I had asked, naively enquiring about being seduced by a dog. My mind confused and my thoughts wandering, I was unable to stop the moistening lips of my pussy from twitching, my heart was racing I didn’t know weather to ask him to leave or stay. I couldn’t stop thinking about how good Victor’s tongue had felt on my pussy I desperately wanted more of that sensation, yet admitting this to the man, felt strange and so wrong.

The dog started to strain at his leash again, trying to reach me. I think he wants you, exclaimed the man, smiling intently. I asked if I could stroke him a little, the man smiled. I walked over to Victor, kneeling at his side I started to stroke his back. He is a very handsome dog and so large. The man replied he had good breeding. The dog moved as I stoked him, for the first time I noticed his sheath and balls swaying. I came over a bit flushed.

My initial thought was to caress his cock but this seemed so blatant in front of the man. I moved my hand to Victor’s chest moving along it. This enabled me to lightly brush his cock with the back of my hand, my heart was racing. Why was I so aroused by a dog? The dog must of smelt my arousal as he turned making me fall over. His muzzle shot up my white short pleated skirt and straight between my legs licking my pussy through my tiny cotton panties.

His long tongue taking thrusting powerful licks deep between my legs. Again I was horrified but electrified by the sensation, I screamed as his frenzied licking brushed my aroused clit. The man pulled Victor away. My mind not clear I got up blushing bright red. With nervous anticipation I walked over to the window and quickly drew the curtains. My petite frame shaking, I apologised to the man, saying I couldn’t help but remove my panties. The man asked if I wanted him to leave the room, but I said he could stay.

To be continued.

Many thanks for sharing -JulieBlue - & - jane27uk - :rolleyes:
Is there a part III...IV...?

All the best,
DL

Great start of story. Thanks

Hey now ive got to read the rest of this story it has really got me turned on.THANKS VERY MUCH JULIE AND JANE!!! :) :) :)

Awsome girls!! Cant wait to read the rest :P

julie...Thanks for a fantastic story...Well conceived, written, and a pleasure to read!!!...I only wish someone like her would jog by my bench!!!...<smile>