I can’t get enough of dog walker’s bone!

Dear Sam,

I’VE fallen head over heels for a bloke I met while walking my dog – but I fear he’s stringing me along. I was in a nearby park when I first encountered this early morning pooch-walker. I’d never seen him before but he was a real hunk in his early thirties. He had an alsatian that started to take a close interest in my bitch – also an alsatian.

Feverish

After pulling them apart we got chatting and I discovered that he’d just moved into the area after working for a few years in the south.

We kept meeting on our morning walks and I was delighted when he finally asked me if I’d like to go out for a drink with him.

We arranged to meet at a local pub and I really enjoyed his company as we knocked back a few drinks.

We ended up back at my place and we had a few more drinks before I led him to my bedroom.

I unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a firm, well-toned torso. He pulled my sweater over my head, skillfully unhitched my bra and bent to kiss and suck my breasts.

Falling back on the bed, we soon stripped off and he moved his feverish tongue down between my thighs and began to lap at my shaven mound.

He moved his tongue along the length of my crack and then nibbled gently on my clit, bringing me to a shuddering orgasm.

With our shared canine interest, there was obviously only one way to continue – doggy-style.

As I crouched on all fours I could feel every inch of his thick cock sliding deep inside me.

His rhythmic pounding soon had me gushing again and after he finally shot his load we collapsed panting and exhausted on the bed.

But I wanted more and I soon got him going again when I took his limp dick in my mouth, sucking and licking him to another throbbing erection.

This time I took control, making him lie on his back before I eased myself onto his shaft.

I rode him hard and fast as I fingered my clit until he shot his hot spunk deep inside me.

We had several similar sessions and eventually he suggested that perhaps we should mate.

I was delighted as I took it to be a proposal of marriage.

But it turned out he only meant our two pedigree dogs.

What shall I do? CJ, Cumbria

Sam says…

IF he’s sending you barking mad, tell him to go walkies!