"Will you get down already," Jillian tried pushing his forelegs off her shoulders so he would drop down to the floor, but he was just too strong for her. "Yes hector, I'm taking you home with me. But we can't get going until you let me tie this leash to your collar. Now, SIT!"

Jillian was startled when the large dog obediently obeyed her command.

"Oh my! You are well behaved," she said, finally latching the leash clip to the collar ring. "I'm starting to wonder if you were ever really abused. You just seem to well trained to have had a mean master."

The two made their way through the studio outside where Jillian opened the back door to her SUV and Hector jumped in without being asked. The weathergirl smiled at how well trained the dog was and got behind the wheel and started up the engine.

She turned her head around to back up, and was greeted with another sloppy lick from the huge dog.

"Now will you stop that," she laughed as his tongue found her mouth again. "How is a girl supposed to drive safely with you licking her every minute," she said, laughing again.

The drive home was a challenge. Not only did she have to contend with the infamous LA gridlock, but also the overly friendly dog that relentlessly tried lapping her face. Jillian even had to pull over once when the large Labrador leapt to the front seat and began sniffing at her crotch.

A truck driver honked his horn at seeing the large dog's head buried in the slim woman's lap as it tried to get at her pussy. Luckily, his cab was too high for him to see Jillian's face.

"STOP THAT!" She scolded the misbehaving animal. "NOW YOU GET BACK THERE AND BEHAVE YOURSELF!"

Hector slinked to the back seat and laid his head down from the severe reprimand she had just given him. From then on things went a bit smoother. But it still took her well over an hour to get to her home. By then, she was tired and frustrated.

She finally drove up the driveway of her home and parked her SUV. Stepping out of the vehicle, she then opened the back door to let her new guest out. The large dog excitedly jumped out and ran across the wide-open grassy lawn that was part of her home.

Jillian smiled momentarily at the playfulness of such a large animal. It always amazed her that no matter their ages, dogs always acted like a puppy when led to an open field. Whistling sharply to get the dog's attention, she walked up to the front door and unlocked it. The dog raced up to her, sensing that she was inviting him and he didn't relish the thought of being left out.

"Why do I put myself through that?" She said aloud. "Every damn day it's the same thing. Two hours to work and two hours back."

She kicked off her shoes and walked in her black-stockinged feet into the kitchen where she was met by her menagerie of pets. She had three cats, which she amusingly named Inny, Miny and Moe. They also had four dogs of various breeds named Clyde, Jonas, Hans and Damien. Most of them were saved from the pound, all except for Damien. Damien was a large black Doberman, he was purchased as a guard dog for the house, yet was treated as lovingly as all the others.

"Yes, yes. I know babies," she leaned down to greet her pets. "Mommies home and I'll get your food out in a minute. By the way, babies, this is Hector. He'll just be staying a few days, so play nice."

Bending her knees, she greets her cats and dogs as always, and they lap their tongues on her face lovingly. Hector just sat on his hindlegs feeling a bit left out by their loving reunion. With all the pets she has, they have to wait patiently their turn to cuddle with their mistress, but sometimes some of them would lose patience and just jump in.

Clyde was in such a state today. Clyde was another dog that Jillian had rescued on the show. He was a year-old Golden Retriever that nobody was interested in because of a mild jaw disorder, which she paid to have corrected. Now he was a happy family member to the household.

In his impatience to give his mistress his daily lap, he was running around her kneeled position trying to find an opening to jump in. Then his nose picked up a strange scent. He quickly traced it as emanating from under her skirt and decided to investigate.

Jillian had all but forgotten that she had discarded her panties back at the studio, so she almost jumped out of her skin when she felt Clyde's tongue against her naked cunt.

"Jesus! Clyde," she yelped, jumping up to her feet. "What got into you? You shouldn't do that to mommy."

Clyde just looked up, head tilted, confused as to what he might have done wrong. Jillian just looked at him and broke out laughing, realizing that he obviously didn't do that intentionally.

She walked past her German Shepherd, Hans, then proceeded to pour out their food in the various dishes laid out around the kitchen. As soon as one bowl was filled, the respective pet would dig in and crunch on their meal. Hector stood impatiently, his large tail wagging as he jealously watched the other animals getting fed.

Jillian hadn't forgotten her guest and she pulled out a large bowl that she kept around for such occasions and poured him a large helping as well. Hector ran to the offering and skidded to a halt across the slick floor, eliciting a burst of laughter from the pretty weathergirl.

"Now you get away from Hector's bowl Jonas," she laughingly scolded her greedy Beagle.

The flabby dog reluctantly abandoned that bowl to go back to his own.

Seeing that all her pets were now fed, she walked upstairs to the bedroom, unfastening her clothing as she walked. By the time she walked into the bedroom, all she had to do was take off her silk-shirt and let her skirt drop to the floor. Knowing that she was all alone in the house, she didn't even bother closing the double doors of her bedroom.

Now in only her bra and stockings, she walked into the large bathroom and started the water running in the large tub.

"Oooh, a refreshing bubblebath is going to feel nice after a day like today," she purred, feeling the water run through her fingers as she tested the temperature.

Once she was satisfied that the bath wouldn't be too hot, she went back to her bedroom and removed the last vestige of clothing off her body. Then she stood in front of the full- length mirror and cupped her tits, pinching her nipples.

"Mmmmh!" She murmured to herself, cupping her naked breast in her hands. "I do love the way I look," she said with a smile.

She then ran her hands down her slim body to her shaved pussy, which her friend Pamela Anderson convinced her to do a few years back. Since then, both of them would get together every month to shave each other, among other things.

Just then, the phone rang. She quickly picked up.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Hey, Jilly," a sexy voice sounded on the phone. "It's me, Pam. What you got planned tonight?"

Jillian recognized her celebrity friend, Pamela Anderson, immediately. They had met years ago when Pam was still on {Home Improvement} with Tim Allen. They quickly became friends and had remained so ever since.

As she spoke on the phone, she ran her fingers across the protruding clit of her labia and smiled. She quickly recalled all the times they had shared together, but in leisure and in lovemaking.

"Hi Pam," she smiled. "Nothing really. I was just about ready to take a bubblebath. Why don't you come over... in say an hour and we'll chat awhile."

"Sounds like a plan," Pam said. "See you later."

Hanging up the phone, Jillian then strode across the bedroom in the buff for that refreshing bath. Stepping into the huge bathtub, she slid down and lay on her back, letting the bubbles relax her tensed body. Just as she was beginning to enjoy her bath, the telephone rang again.

"Damn!" She swore as she pulled herself out of the tub, water dripping on the floor to answer the phone. "Always happens when you're in the tub."

She made her way back to her bedroom, not bothering to cover herself. After all, she was all alone in the house. Her wet body dripping puddles of soapy water as she made her way back to the phone.

"Hello?" She said.

"Hello, Miss Barberie?" A man's voice replied. "Hope I'm not disturbing you. This is Jim. Jim Harper from the shelter. I got some information on Hector."

"Oh yes, Jim," she remember him. "So, what have you found out."

"There's not much on his file," Jim told her. "It just says that he was a movie dog. Guess he was one of those stunt animals, that's why he was brought to us, for his own good."

"Mmmmh! That's probably true," Jillian said thoughtfully. "I can see why some shelter's would consider those animals to be in danger, considering what they are asked to do. Thanks, Jim. I'll see what I can work out with my director. Thanks for calling back so fast."

"No problem Miss Barberie," he replied. "I'm glad we have people like you who care enough to help these creatures."

"Have to go now," she told him, knowing her bath was cooling as she spoke. "I'll see you next time. Bye!"

"Goodbye, ma'am," he said.

With that, the phone connection was broken.

"Now back to my bubbles," she grinned as she walked back to her bubblebath, water trailing off her body to the tiled floor.

Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, Hector had finished with the meal Jillian had prepared for him. Being in a new house, it was only natural for him to begin exploring his new environment. For the next fifteen minutes, the large dog explored the main floor of that large home. Then once satisfied that there was nothing of interest for him there, he made his way up the staircase to explore the upstairs.

Jillian was recalling the events of the day, especially what went on during her Adopt-A-Pet segment. Nothing like that had ever happened before and she had to giggle at the absurdity of it. First that damn snake slithering its way down her cleavage to explore her cunt. Just the thought of that made her clit tingle in excitement.

She closed her eyes as her arousal mounted at the memory of that moment. That devilish slithering tongue darting in and out of her pussylips, and its striking her aroused clit.

In response to her recalling this, Jillian instinctly began finger-fucking herself. She would imagine that her finger was the snake's tongue. Or better yet, she would imagine that it was its large head shoving its way inside her.

'God, why is this exciting me so much?' She thought to herself, realizing that she was fantasizing about an animal in this way. 'This is sick. People don't do stuff like this for real. Do they?'

But her body was aroused by now and she couldn't control her urges even if she wanted to.

'After all, what harm is there in just fantasizing about it, ' she told herself. 'It's not like I'm doing anything for real.'

And so, she continued to pleasure herself while thinking of the snake doing the same. The more excited she got, the more her twitching body would splash water from the tub to the floor.

'God, this is the horniest I've felt in ages, ' she thought as her masturbation continued.

Then her mind drifted to the sandpapery sensation of Hector's thick tongue when he got under her skirt and licked her already wet and exposed pussy.

"God, what a tongue," she gasped, complimenting the memory of the dog unintentionally. "If only Bret could do the same."

She pinched her nipples with the other hand as she continued to finger-fuck herself. With her eyes closed, she luxuriated in the hot memory of that thick tongue slobbering across her pussylips and stiff clit. She would remember how close the dog had made her cum in front of everybody. But she couldn't even conceive of orgasming to a dog.

Meanwhile, Hector was happily exploring his new home. The large dog had already gone through one guestroom, making a mess of the bed sheets, and was now nudging his snout against the master bedroom. He could hear the water splashing in the adjoining bathroom and stealthily approached the doorway.

The sight that greeted him was not all that unfamiliar to the sex-movie dog. Many times, in his past experiences, he had seen a human bitch pleasuring herself in this fashion, and this usually led to his assistance being called on. Already the scent of her sexy jism wafted its way to his sensitive nose.

With the scent of sex in the air, he knew what was expected of him. As his training called him too, the large Labrador's cock began pumping full of blood. Within moments, the tip of his phallus began peeking out of its furry sheath and elongating in preparation to his duties.

Had a camera been focused on the dog's face, it would have caught what could only be described as a grin.

Jillian remained oblivious to the audience that her masturbating had attracted. She was too lost in the rapture of orgasming with her hands to bother noticing anything else.

"Oh! Oh! Oooooh! Cumming!" Jillian began moaning. "Cumming! Fuck! Ungh! I'... I'm cumming! CUMMMMMMING!"

Suddenly a sheet of water splashed from the tub as Jillian Barberie orgasmed, her back arching sharply in rapture. Her powerful climax startled the dog and he scampered back into the master bedroom. Her orgasm seemed to last an eternity as her jism rose to the top of the bath water, her fingers still feverishly working in and out of her sucking pussylips.

"Jesus H. Christ!" She gasped, finally settling down from her climax. "Tha... that was the best I've had in ages."

Then she became quiet and pensive as she considered what had just happened, her fingers slowly rubbing her clit as she thought about this.

"Why is that?" She asked herself. "Why did I cum so hard?"

As she thought about what had just transpired, she suddenly came to the realization that maybe it was her thinking about the animal encounters she had had today. First that snake rubbing her pussy, then there was that damn dog Hector and his probing tongue.

'Coul... could that be it?' She thought. 'Could it be because of them?'

Almost in an automatic response, she felt her clit twitch under her fingers when she even thought about the animals.

'Oh god!' Her mind reeled at that conclusion. 'I'm becoming such a slut. I need a drink.'

With that, she pulled herself back up to her feet and stepped out of the tub. She quickly saw the wet mess she had made with all of her gyrating in the water and walked cautiously across the bathroom to the towel rack. Grabbing one, she began drying herself off as she considered the implication of the bestial conclusion she came too.

Just then, Hector poked his head back at the doorway. He immediately saw the naked female and barked loudly in appreciation to her body.

The dog's sudden bark startled Jillian and she turned herself around to face the source. But her sudden twist caused her feet to slide out from under her on the soapy wet tiles and she went crashing heavily on her back, her head hitting the floor with a loud thud.

Her vision fogged and her eyelids fluttered as she lost consciousness. The last thing her mind registered was the large black Labrador approaching her prone, naked body on the bathroom floor.