She was happy that the weather was warming. Now, her walks with Bo weren't so bad. She didn't have to wear her heavy winter coat, just a light a jacket; it made it easier to handle the dog when she didn't have so many clothes on. Her walks, since the man in the park had visited her, had become a little nerve racking. Every time she entered the park, her stomach dropped and his words came back into her ears. "You be here at the same time tomorrow, and I'll give you more of what you like." He hadn't come back that next day or the day after. It had been weeks since their last encounter.
She didn't know if the nerves were from wanting it or being scared that he'd actually do something to hurt her. Everything that one morning had happened so quickly, that she couldn't remember a lot of it. She remembered the sex part vividly, but other details escaped her. She knew the man was a good site bigger than she was, but everyone was. She was a little person, not even reaching five foot in height, and had a small frame to match her short stature.
She tried hard to remember more of what had happened, as Bo ran happily in the field. She could remember talking, remembered warning him about Bo, though, the stupid dog hadn't done anything to help her. She remembered he had a big dog as well. She shook her head, it was no use trying to think of it, she'd never remember. She called Bo back to her and braced herself as the big hunk of muscle came running toward her. He stopped just short of hitting her and she leashed him back up and walked home.
She talked to Bo on their way back, "did you have fun there boy?" He looked at her, but he wasn't much of a talking companion. He rubbed his head on her leg and she let out a disgusted sound, "man Bo! You got spit all over my pants! That's nasty." Bo was the best drooler ever, especially after getting some exercise.
She had to fight the dog the entire way back. Bo tried to stop at every little water puddle he found to get a drink. "Don't drink that water. It's not clean. I'll get you fresh water when we get home." He'd just look at her and try the next puddle.
By the time they were through the front door, she had worked up a good sweat. The dog was strong and weighed a lot. It was hard for her to pull him out of nasty puddles or pull his attention back to walking correctly. She filled his food and water and opened the back door. She always did this on warm days. That way Bo had the choice of drooling all over the hardwood floors or drooling all over the back patio. She much preferred that he went outside to cool down. She showed him this by grabbing a bottle of water and sitting down on the outside step to light a cigarette. The dog came and sat next to her. She put her arm around him and they sat there with a comfortable silence between them.
After a while she roughly patted his side, "alright boy, I'm going to jump in the shower and get ready for work." He looked at her and gave her a big wet kiss across the face. "Thanks."
In the shower, she talked with herself about why she felt let down again. "Why would you even feel that? He basically raped you. Are you some sort of fucking nut-case. It's good that he's not come back, right?"
"No. I want it. Yeah sure, he took me by force, but you know I like that."
"You don't know him."
"That's better, isn't it."
"You are a fucking nut-case."
She shook her head: turned off the water: dried: wrapped a towel around her, and went to the bedroom.
She didn't hear Bo panting and decided that he must have chosen to stay outside. She looked through her closet, and smiled at the thought of having a warm day. She could wear a skirt. She picked out which one she would put on. It was, of course, black. Her favorite color combination was black and white these days. It was basic, but the black color against her alabaster skin always looked very good. She went to her drawer, slipped on a black, lacy pair of boy cut panties and some thigh-high stockings. She loved stockings; she choose to wear a black pair of stockings with flowers printed on them. She bent down to grab her bra and went back over to the bed to put on the rest of her clothing. She got as far as picking up the shirt to slip over her head before she was thrown down. Her hands underneath her; her long nails dug into the flesh of her belly as extra weight was put on top of her. She let out a surprised and fear-filled scream. She heard his voice in her ear "shut up bitch. I told you I'd be back."
The very first question that escaped her was, "where's my dog?"
He laughed, "you love your puppy don't you? Don't worry he's out back. I gave him a nice big bone to chew on."
She shook her head and thought to herself, "stupid dog."
She squirmed as he came off of her. He kept a hand pressed down on her back while the other hand ran up the stockings and to the panties. He rubbed her ass cheeks, while he spoke, "Nice choice. I like a girl who knows how to dress." He smacked her ass and laughed, "I also like a girl who knows how to fuck. Do you know how to fuck?"
She didn't know how to answer the question. She felt very confused. She had thought about wanting this to happen again, but now that it was, she didn't know if she wanted it. She let out a shocked sound as his hand came down hard on her ass.
"I asked a question, slut, it be in your best interest to answer it." She nodded.
"That's all you got for me? A fucking nod!"
He smacked her again. Her body curled up and she tucked her ass as far forward as she could get it.
"Answer the fucking question, cunt, or the first thing I tear up is gonna be this sweet ass."
