This story is fictional. No intention of disrespect is intended to any of the participants. Its sole purpose is for the adult entertainment of the readers.
It was another day on the set of Good Day LA as Jillian Barberie prepared her material for today's broadcast. As always, she would be taking care of the weather report, as well as her favorite segment, the Adopt-A-Pet program.
As always, the 5'4" brunette weathergirl was wearing a sexy outfit consisting of a short black skirt, an almost see-through silk blouse and three-inch stiletto heels. This was all accentuated by the black stockings she had on. She didn't much like the idea of pantyhose, so she would go for stockings and garter belt every chance she got.
The tall, slender brunette weathergirl was quite ravishing and had fostered many sexual fantasies in men and women throughout Los Angeles. Even though she was married, her fans would still send her some rather suggestive fan mail. One such fan even went so far as to send her a Ziploc bag full of sperm, probably his own. She simply handed that to security in disgust.
As for her husband, the only problem in their marriage was when she sometimes brought home some of the pets her Adopt-A-Pet segment showcased. She just couldn't let any of the animals go back to the pound if she could help it, so if nobody adopted any of the cats or dogs on her show, she would usually take them home with her until she found them each a suitable home.
She walked past the cages of the animals that were sent over for her to show off today. As always, there was a wide variety of pets to be adopted. The normal assortment of cats and dogs were waiting in cages, as well as a few reptilian pets as well.
As she made her way down the row of cages, she came across a large black Labrador. She stopped and took a closer look at the animal and found out his name was Hector according to the nametag on the cage. The only other information about this beautiful animal was that it was a male, and that he had been abused in some way. However, no specific details were listed.
"Oh! Poor baby," she knelt down, her short skirt hiking up her smooth calf, and petted the friendly animal. "Did they hurt you were you were?" She cooed. "Well, you don't look too bad now, so I guess the animal shelter took good care of you, didn't they boy."
The dog's large tongue lapped at her hand in appreciation for Jillian's attention, and she laughed in pleasure.
She straightened herself back up, rearranging her displaced skirt and headed off to make-up in preparation for the show.
The show went without a hitch and now it was Jillian's turn to find new owners for the pets. She stepped away from the desk and made her way towards the shelter employees and the animals in their care.
"We have another group of loving animals in search for a new home," she said with a smile. "I hope you can find it in your hearts to help them. And please remember to help curb the animal population, have your pets spayed or neutered."
One by one, a handler would hand her one of the smaller animals, mostly cats, kittens or puppies. The next animal that was placed in her arms was a large boa constrictor. The handler showed her how best to hold the slithering animal and she walked out in front of the camera with the snake wrapped around her neck. It must have weighed about thirty pounds of slithering flesh, which made it that much more difficult to hold.
"I... I really hope we can find someone who likes snakes," she said, cringing. "But they really aren't my favorite animals."
She could hear her co-host laughing at her discomfort in the background.
"This big fellow is named Julius," she said, struggling to control him. "He's a bit heavy, but not dangerous."
Just then, she lost part of her grip on the large snake and its head found its way down the open front of her shirt.
Jillian jiggled as the slithering snake tickled her along her cleavage. The whole crew broke out laughing but kept the cameras on her nonetheless. They could see the snake's body bulging across her stomach as more of the heavy reptile found its way down her shirt cleavage.
"This is one for the blooper reels Jillian," she heard the anchor call out.
"This isn't funny guys," Jillian grimaced as she felt the scaly skin rub against her bare skin. "Somebody come out here and help me out, please."
However, no help was forthcoming as everyone was too incapacitated laughing at her situation.
"Any... anyway," Jillian tried to continue with her segment. "Anybody... anybody interested in adopting Julius here, just call the toll free number at the bottom of the screen."
Somehow, the huge snake's head found its way past Jillian's skirt waistband and was now rubbing itself along her panty-covered pussy. Jillian was now blushing a bright red on camera as the snake continued exploring her crotch. And still the cameramen kept her in sight, forcing her to endure this in front of all the viewers.
'Oh shit, ' she thought. 'My pussy's getting wet from all this rubbing.'
She thought about squeezing her legs together, but that would make it that much more obvious to everybody that she was wetting herself. So, clenching her teeth, she tried to continue as best she could.
"As you can see, he's a friendly fellow," she blushed even brighter when she realized how her words sounded. "So, if anybody would care to have him as a pet, feel free to call soon."
The snake, being attracted to heat, was enticed by the warmth emanating from under Jillian's panties and slithered its head up to its waistband. Using its natural dexterity, it pushed its way past that obstruction and nestled its head against the weathergirl's pussylips. Its flicking tongue only causing Jillian to gasp in silence as it slapped her clitoris in search for more warmth. The snake's scaly skin rubbing teasingly against her already aroused pussylips and clit.
'Oh god!' Jillian was finding it hard to stay steady.
Her knees were shaking slightly, but she still somehow managed to remain cool in front of the camera. But her innards were being turned to mush by the constant tongue flicking the huge snake was giving her cunt.
The large snake's head would occasionally poke itself past her clenching pussylips, pushing itself slightly inside her moist vagina. The reptile's head, thicker than any cock that ever found its way in her pussy before, made her juices run down her calf. Luckily, nobody seemed to notice any sign of her stockings getting moist. Nonetheless, Jillian was finding almost impossible to stay steady with this bestial teasing the large snake was giving her.
In its constant probing of her crotch, the snake's head kept pushing against her skirt, making it appear that Jillian had a twitching hard-on on camera. Another round of guffaws and giggles exploded across the set as Jillian's embarrassment continued.
The snake's constant curling and uncurling movement soon caused its heavy body to tug Jillian's g-string panties downward from gravity. The large snake slithered out both sides of her underwear leg holes as its weight suddenly began tugging her panties down her calf. Soon, Jillian found herself with her panties down to her knees, the snake hanging lazily in its stretched crotchband.
The laughter became thunderous as both men and women of the crew watched their helpless co- worker. Finally, a producer had the decency to break to a commercial so that Jillian could extricate herself from her compromising position.
Thanks to the snake's bestial exploration, her panties were now too moist, and also were stretched too out of shape, to bother pulling back up. She tossed them aside, and with no time to find a fresh pair, Jillian decided to finish the segment pantyless.
One of the cameramen quickly grabbed her damp panties and took a deep whiff of her sex on them. And then, not being selfish, tossed it to his comrades.
Jillian watched in amusement as her panties was being passed around freely among her co-workers. She grinned wickedly when even some of the women took their turn at smelling her sexy underwear.
After a few minutes for the advertising to end, the camera light flashed back on signaling her that she was back on the air. She strutted across the stage to the next animal to be showcased.
The handler gave her a leash and she led Hector back in front of the camera with her.
"Now this friendly fellow is named Hector," she smiled as she knelt down to pet the large dog.
Being the complete professional, she forgot about not having any panties on, so she wound up flashing her pussy on national television. The director quickly directed the cameraman to focus on her face.
As that particular cameraman did as he was told, his compatriots were busily aiming their own cameras to Jillian's crotch to record the luscious sight.
"Now they tell me that Hector was abused," she went on, oblivious to her display of pussy. "But as you can see, he has recovered quite well and would make a terrific family pet for the kids."
The large dog happily licked her face, inadvertently inserting his tongue in her mouth and giving her a frenchkiss.
"Ha, ha," Jillian giggled at the friendliness of the dog. "So anybody interested in my friend Hector here, just call up the number and we'll make the arrangements to have him sent to you."
"Cut, that's it Jillian," the producer sounded as he cut to a new commercial spot.
As Jillian stood up, Hector stuffed his big head under her skirt and gave her pussy a few quick licks of her wet pussy.
"Hey now, stop that," she scolded the large dog in a playful fashion. "You haven't taken me out to diner yet, so you can't have any of that," she said, laughing at the innocent animal.
The rest of the broadcast went on without any further glitches. However, Jillian was shuffling uncomfortably in her seat for the remainder of the show as she felt her wet pussylips rubbing teasingly against her blood- engorged clit.
When the show was finally done, she walked over to the shelter workers as she did after each of her pet spots.
"So, how did it go today guys?" She asked.
"We got a good turn out, ma'am," one of them said. "We even got a call in for your favorite pet of the day, Julius."
They broke out laughing, and Jillian couldn't help but laugh along thinking back at the absurdity of the snake's behavior.
"So, we got new homes for all of them then?" She asked.
"Not exactly," he said. "We didn't get any calls about Hector. And today's his last chance."
"You don't mean..." Jillian gasped.
"Yep, the big kennel upstairs," he finished her thought.
Jillian kneeled down in front of the beautiful dog's cage and petted him again through the grate, again forgetting her pantyless crotch. This fact didn't go unnoticed to the handlers, or Hector.
"Oh! Poor baby," she cooed in pity. "We can't let anything like that happen to a beautiful boy like you now, can we."
Hector somehow understood her concern for his wellbeing. The large dog moved up to the cage bars and stuck out his tongue and lapped under her skirt one more time.
"Hey you!" Jillian squealed lightly as she bolted up straight.
This caused a short giggle from the shelter workers around her.
'Damn, what is it with this dog?' She thought to herself. "How come nobody called for him?" She asked. "He seems so friendly."
"Probably because he's full grown," one of them explained. "Families are looking for puppies as pets. Or, at the very least, smaller dogs. Poor Hector is just too big to attract any takers."
The handlers could see the sorrowfulness in Jillian's eyes as she looked down at the beautiful black Labrador.
Jillian was considering what she could do to save this beautiful animal from the death sentence that awaited him. But the only idea that came to her was to bring him home with her, and she knew her husband, Bret, wouldn't like that. He was already complaining about the menagerie she had now.
Their house was already home to four dogs, three cats, and half a dozen birds of various sizes, even a couple of large iguanas. This wasn't even counting all of the fishes in the three large aquariums spread throughout the house. How could she explain bringing this large dog to join the 'family'.
"Maybe I could keep him a few days until you find him a more permanent home," she suggested to the handler.
"That would be great Miss Barberie," he said enthusiastically. "I'd really hate to put down such a beautiful animal. I think he might be a purebred, that's probably why he hasn't been neutered yet. If someone was smart, they could make a lot of money from him in breeding fees."
"Really?" Jillian was surprised to hear that a purebred was about to be put down. "That would be a shame. I wonder why somebody abused him if he was so valuable?"
"I don't know the full background about him," he admitted. "If you want, I can look it up and let you know about his background."
"That would be nice to know," she told him. "Maybe I could do a follow up story about animal abuse if it sounds appealing to my producer."
"Do you really think that could happen?" He asked. "It would be a great boost in making the public more aware of animal abuse if a story made the news."
"I'll see what I can do," Jillian promised. "Here is my private business number at home," she said handing him a business card. "Why don't you leave Hector in his cage for now, and I'll take him home after I'm done here. Oh, could you leave me a leash for him. I don't seem to have one with me today," she laughed jokingly. "Thanks..." she paused, trying to think of the handlers name.
"Jim... Jim Harper," he said, taking the card and slipping it in his shirt pocket.
They left a leash with her and took the other animals back to the shelters until the new owners came around to picking them up.
Jillian had to attend the post-show debriefing, which she was dreading today. As expected, she had to endure a full hour of teasing about her misadventure with the large snake. The meeting had to be called to order at least five times to subdue the laughter erupted everytime somebody made a suggestive innuendo about Jillian and the animals.
Finally, three hours later, her torture was at an end as the meeting finally concluded. The staffers streamed out of the conference room, some still snickering back to their desks. Jillian could finally pack up and head home.
'God! What a day, ' she mused. 'Sure am glad that was over with. Hopefully things'll get back to normal tomorrow.'
She packed up her weather reports in her briefcase and slung the shoulder strap over her shoulder. Then the curvaceous brunette slinked her way back to the newsroom to pick up Hector for home.
"Growf! Growf!" The large dog barked excitedly when he saw the beautiful woman coming back towards him.
Grabbing the leash from the top of the cage, Jillian unfastened the latch of his cage and he merrily came rushing out. Before she could react, Hector was on his hindlegs, his tongue happily licking her face.
"Down boy," she giggled. "Get back down on the floor so I can put this leash on."
But the dog just kept licking her, occasionally giving her a frenchkiss, his heavy body was making her shuffle back unsteadily.