Since the day I was inaugurated mayor of Sunville, Isabelle has treated me as if I were her god. She was like a shadow, tracing my steps, and whenever I would confront her about it, she would blush, stammer an apology, and run back to the town hall. She was clingy and stubborn, but in a sexy kind of way. I knew she didn't act that way around the other villagers, because they seemed to know nothing about it.
I knew it was wrong; I knew it was disgusting for a human like myself to be turned on by Isabelle, a golden lab, but there's no helping who you fall in love with. I secretly fell in love with my secretary: her soft voice. Her lush, blonde, curly hair. Her wide hips and tight waist. Her angelic smile every time I entered the town hall. Oh, if only I could admit my feelings to her, and if only our love wasn't a sin.
It was a chilly, damp and rainy November evening when Isabelle came to check up on me. Regularly she did this, but this meeting was different. When I opened the door, she had her arms wrapped tightly around her for warmth and her fur was dripping from the rain. "Where is your umbrella?" I asked.
"I left it," she admitted.
"Come in."
She scooted past me into my main bedroom. I felt her wet fur brush against my skin. I closed the door and turned toward my secretary. I hope she couldn't see the blood rushing to my cheeks. "You're wet," I said.
"Yes, Andrew." That was the first time I ever heard her say my name, not just call me Mayor. "I'm so, so wet." She pulled off her soggy sweater, revealing two plump breasts on the front of her chest. "I need your help, Mr. Mayor." Her voice was riddled with a playful concern. "Please, pleasure me." She stepped forward and grabbed my hand, then placed my palm on her left tit. "Please," she cooed.
"Is this why you came out here, Isabelle?" I said, giving her a tight squeeze. She moaned like the dog she was: a mediocre cry originating from her bosom. "Ah, ah-" She leaned forward on her toes and latched her mouth onto mine. She pressed her tongue against my lips until I granted her access. She lapped at my tongue and I became lost in her embrace and the feel of her wet fur. She had never before been so beautiful.
Before I realized, I had her pressed against my blue bed, and she was slipping her work skirt and panties off. She fingered herself and then grabbed me by the neck. Her pussy and the fur around it was soaked in cum and smelled strong. I touched it gingerly. She gave a soft howl; "Oooh."
"Please, Mr. Mayor, no more foreplay," she begged. "I need you to penetrate me, now." As soon as the words left her mouth, I stripped off my pants and underwear. Already I had a rock-hard and painful erection. She whimpered as I entered, then moaned loudly. I thrusted hard enough for the blue bed to creak. Isabelle was breathing heavily. Her paws were latched to my shirt. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. She writhed underneath me as I destroyed her.
"Ah, ah!" She was screaming now. "Harder! Oh my God! Harder!" I was worried she would wake up the neighbors. Soleil lived only an acre away. I wouldn't shush her, though. I loved hearing her cries.
I felt myself reaching my climax, and then I burst inside of her. She was still breathing heavily as I finished. "Is that what you wanted?" I asked. I realized then that I was just as exhausted as she looked.
"No, Mr. Mayor," she sighed, "I want so much more."