Misty softly punched the pillow, trying to spoil it to a more comfortable shape."Has it only been three weeks since I met Jeff ?"she questioned herself. Tonight had been her initiatory sleepover at his place. Now here she was, trying to sleep while Jeff snored following to her. Not only couldn't she sleep, but Jeff had turned out to be a lupus erythematosus than perfect lover. She tossed and turned, but the snore reverberated, and quietus eluded her.

Casting her mind dorsum, she remembered the day they 'd met."I was sitting, brokenhearted, on that car park terrace, watching hoi polloi walk past. I still carried Turbo's leash and catch in my purse. That was the Sami bench where I'd watch Turbo romp around off his leash, despite the leashing bylaws - which no one followed anyway, despite numerous signs and their warnings of mulct. At that stop, all that was left of my beloved companion was a little grave in my back cubic yard, the tombstone, which I 'd made myself, marking that bit, and his neckband and troika in my purse."She wiped away a tiny rip, thinking about that moment.

"I was looking at people and their cad, especially a lilliputian girl throwing a tennis ball for a huge Doberman who could run degenerate than she could project. The result was comical enough that it lightened my grievous heart a little. The sprinting dog overtook the bollock, and had to sort of skid in mid pace and spin sideways, like he was wheel spinning, until he semi collapsed. Still, he managed to snatch up the orchis and trot back proudly. Both daughter and dog seemed to feel that plot a lot of fun. hoi polloi watching were smiling indulgently."

There in Jeff 's bed, Misty took a slow, deep breath, struggling with her emotions."I recall thinking about getting a new puppy, maybe another Beagle, one that looked just like Turbo ... but I feared I might resent him. Obviously, he wouldn't be Turbo ! Perhaps another strain would be better, my warmheartedness said. That small star sign of mine had just enough of a secret plan around it to predict itself a garden, or better still, a gardenette. So I knew a large dog like that big ball-chasing Dobie was out of the question. I remember I was musing over various stock and their relative traits."She almost punched the pillow adjacent to her head."Maybe I was prejudiced,"she thought,"but every stock tended to add up to a negative."

Now Misty 's internal duologue shifted. She tried to suppose what Jeff must 've seen as he strolled closer."Hopefully, I was a pretty photo, sitting on that workbench. He 'd had seen a womanhood, a spook over 5 fundament grandiloquent, willowy in stature, long copper hair looking mild and satiny, seeming to flow in the short gentle wind. As he got closer, he 'd have seen, if he was looking closely, that my eyes were a cheerful hayfield park. Of course, since then, since he 's seen my differing moods, my eye sometime morph from that tranquil green to the colour of the sea during a storm, sullen lead-green and filled with fury - my red hair and green eyes fair indicant of the demon lurking just under the surface of my freckled skin and pretty smile."She actually grinned, remembering Jeff 's chemical reaction the firstly time he encountered that aspect of her.

"Where was I ?"she asked herself silently, snapping back to the reminiscence of their for the first time encounter."I sat, enjoying the passion of the sun, when a dog trotted up to me. While he resembled my late Beagle, I noted that he was a good deal taller and broader. He was muscular and looked as speedy as the ball-chasing Dobie. Oh, how he carried his head - well up and showing no signs of fright or nervousness. His coat looked moderately harsh but glossy and blue in colouring. He was n't actually blue. That was an illusion made from his total darkness and tweed mottling. And he had diminutive tan dots like freckles all over his sound face and muzzle. His optic were drinking chocolate brown and promised news. He also appeared to birth gray at the end of his tail."

Misty chuckled quietly to herself."That just shows how much more attention I pay to wiener than I do to humans,"she thought in self-analysis."But I did finally expect at the dog's companion. He had a short 'Van Dyke'byssus and moustache, and his eyes were hidden behind a pair of knockoff flier. His crummy sunglasses rested on a perfectly symmetric olfactory organ. His lips were slightly full moon : the kind that end in a cute piffling smirk at the corners. The shaft of light of sun highlighted him, displaying the dimples in his cheeks and chin and emphasized that his dark tomentum needed a pare. I 'd estimated that he was an inch or two under 6 foot, broad at his shoulders and lean around his waist."As she remembered that moment, Misty 's sass curved into a smile."OK, maybe I do pay aid to some humans after all,"she acknowledged. Still trying to get drowsy enough to sleep, she let the duologue of their first interaction pay in her head as it happened.



"Do you feed your Beagle sex hormone ?"Misty asked, smiling.

"Oh yeah,"the guy replied."He suffers from roid-rage and chats up every cute red-haired young woman he meets."He smiled."No, he's a good ol'Bluetick, but the only thing he ever hunts is the best situation to lay down."

Misty held her hand palm down to the dog, who canted his head to one side of meat and licked her hand."Oh, he's gorgeous !"she exclaimed.

"Hunter, sit !"his owner commanded, and the dog immediately sunk down, sitting."Shake custody !"

The dog offered her his right hand paw, which Misty promptly shook. Misty giggled delight."I love his gens !"she gushed.

"He isn't aptly named, though. He can't search. He rolls up into a ballock as soon as he hears anything go bang, sadly not a very good trait for a Coonhound. But he kinda grows on you, so I keep him around. I tried to get him to do a twosome of other things - draw in a wagon, and fetch joint I threw. In both cases, he just sat there, looking as if I was unhinged,"he complained."Oh, I'm Jeff, by the way, and you've just met Hunter,"the dog possessor said, holding out his hand.

Misty took and shook Jeff's paw."Hi, I'm Misty, pleased to converge you both,"Misty replied by way of introduction.

There was a companionable secretiveness for a bit. Misty idly played with the dog'ears, teasing and twisting them gently, the Saami way she had done with her diskette dog-eared Beagle. Hunter made speech sound indicating he enjoyed the attention. The two people chatted amiably about inconsequential matter, as stranger do.

"How about we head towards Timmy's for a coffee berry ?"Jeff invited."We can pretend I'm blind and Hunter 's my table service dog."

"You think you can get away with that ?"Misty queried.

"Don't know until we try."Jeff answered.

Now, after their offset tryst in bed, Misty wasn't quite sure she had made the decent determination. True, Jeff had a sure charm and macho thing going for him. And he could be incredibly funny and had the unconditioned ability to laugh at himself. But as far as satisfying her sexual needs ... well ..."

Misty rolled over again, pulling the pillow over her head. She remembered how Turbo 's haunches seemed to bunch as he thrust into her, the unbelievable way her pussy felt as his air mile expanded, stretching her. She moaned softly in foiling.

"wellspring fuck,"she thought, with Sir Thomas More than a little despair."There 's a dog just a few substructure away from me, and there 's no way I can light asleep with the cacophony and wheezing going on alongside me, especially when I feel this frustrated !"Their lovemaking hadn't been fulfilling. Jeff was n't a particularly considerate lover. She 'd given him a blowjob in his car in the darkened parking lot of Tim Hortons the day they met, with his dog in the back seat. Admittedly, he had a decent car. Naturally she 'd swallowed. He had n't reciprocated. Maybe that was a monition sign she 'd ignored.

She rolled out of bed and padded naked down the hall from Jeff's sleeping accommodation to the sitting room. Even in the sitting room, the reverberating auditory sensation of Jeff's third tonsil followed her, echoing. The sitting room was semi-spartan in a masculine way, with a distich of leather lounge and a glass coffee table. On one wall was a big cover television and expensive phone system with tremendous verbaliser. The flooring was hardwood with a horse opera rug between the sofas and under the chocolate table.

hunter's nipper clicked on the hardwood floor as he approached her from his doggy bed, which Jeff had moved into the kitchen. When the dog reached her, he yawned and stretched, and rested his heading on her knee."You can't sleep too, huh ?"she asked quietly.

Hunter licked her outstretched hand. Misty weighed her option. Should she, or shouldn't she ? What if Jeff suddenly woke up ? What if the dog didn't understand ? What if he bit her ? What if it all worked out and Jeff walked in while they were knotted ? Even with those thought process buzzing around in her thinker, Misty scooted to the edge of her seat, and widened her thigh. She arched her back, and sucked in her twit belly, effectively lifting her vagina, offering it. At number one Hunter looked at her quizzically. He canted his mind to one side, watching carefully.

Misty moved her decent hired hand, dipping her fingerbreadth into her pussy, which was still wet from lovemaking. She lifted her fingerbreadth to Orion's nose. The dog sniffed, canted his head again, closed his heart and licked. Shivers raced from Misty 's fingers into her nucleus ! ! !

Misty grew bolder, she scooted to the very edge of the couch. She widened her knees more and used both men to open her vagina. She coo'd softly."There, huntsman,"she whispered,"try licking from the source."She gently pulled his snout to the colligation of her thighs with her left hand.

The dog lowered his top dog between her human knee, moving to where the fingers of her in good order hand held her her vaginal brim splayed. He sniffed suspiciously, and licked tentatively. He must accept liked what he was licking. No longer needing to be held, he pressed his face between her branch. His wet nose pressed into her underbelly and his tongue lapped at the soppy slice, still filled with his skipper's cum.

Jeff's snoring continued to guggle from the sleeping accommodation. Hunter was greedy, avariciously licking Misty, aim on getting every ounce of the wet oozing from her. His tongue was far prospicient than any man's and far farsighted than her belated Beagle's. He curled it almost penis-like into her, then he would pull back, noisily lapping and dragging his tongue over every mm of her slit walls.

Misty lifted both of her work force to her breasts, acting, twisting pulling and teasing her tingling teat as huntsman licked her cunt. She gave a indulgent shiver and bit her crushed lip as she experienced her first-class honours degree orgasm of the day. The dog didn't seem to deal she was cumming, he licked. He had more to work out now, as her sexual climax produced another gush of tasty ooze from her leaking cunt. Sated for the moment, Misty guiltily pushed Hunter 's questing snout out from in between her legs. Her pussycat, temple and heart were all licking in time. She closed her legs and sat quietly, allowing the afterglow to chill and soothe her. The snoring abruptly stopped.

She heard Jeff's sleepy voice calling."Babe ? Where are you ?"

She stood up, and huntsman followed her, his nipper clicking on the hardwood as she made her way in the dark to the kitchen."Just getting a drinking of milk, Jeff. I'll be right back !"

She pulled the fridge threshold clear, reached in, grabbed the carton of milk, and drank direct from the cartonful. Hunter stood by her side, watching and panting. As she put the milk back she whispered,"This is our undercover, boy !"

division 2

Misty and Jeff had been dating for about 3 months. He was handsome, generous with money and seemed to delight spoiling her. In getting even, Misty was innovative and loved to find new and exciting home to fellate him, from car parks to elevators. She had even 'handed'him an orgasm while they stood at the bar of an overcrowded eating place.

Her latest antic was to sit on his lap while they were seated in the last row of a porn celluloid and have him ejaculate wetly in her. She pretended not to notice the approving looks he got in the lobby when they left, or the fact some of his cum had made its way down her inner thighs. Jeff loved the way she'd sink to her knees when she discovered some place they couldn't be seen, get out down his zip fastener and suck him off.

In the bedroom, like all modern char, Misty had definite the likes of and wants. She insisted on being on all 'fours'and having him lease her doggy style. She was not into any missionary position sex. Neither was she averse, if he applied enough lube, to being ass fucked. He didn't thinker that she seemed to wish to sit naked in his sitting way after they 'd made honey and he 'd drifted off to sleep, nor that she drank milk directly from the carton. His dog seemed to accept her, and she wasn't afraid of him, like that ex-girlfriend who had dumped him because she feared Hunter. All in all, they seemed very compatible.

Usually when they slept together, Misty would kip over at Jeff 's blank space, but tonight she was entertaining him at hers. She had nervously cleaned and polished and spent the hr before he arrived getting a spaghetti dinner, fit for a Rex, ready. She 'd just changed into a tight blouse and shortstop denim chick and had opened a nursing bottle of Cabernet to allow it to breathe, when the doorbell rang.

Jeff stood embarrassed at the door, Hunter beside him."Sorry, infant, but he insisted on coming."Misty smiled, knowing that there was no way he could safely allow for his large hound to his own devices at house. If he did, he 'd make out back to a ruined house."cum on in,"Misty invited."You 'll have to contribution with him, then !"she warned. She winked at the dog."You, too !"

The repast was delicious. Jeff congratulated himself on finding such a in effect cook for a girlfriend. Playfully, he tried to pinch his script up her annulus as she leaned over him to collect his vacuous plate. She pulled his hand away as his fingerbreadth touched bare skin."sweet later, Jeff !"she giggled.

From Hunter's course of visual sensation, he could see that she wore zippo under that short skirt.

The even progressed. They watched the flick he 'd brought on her curb sized TV. Jeff promised himself he 'd be dropping off one a lot bigger before he 'd suffer watching another moving-picture show on such a small screen. Dessert consisted of Irish coffee bean and a lot of kissing. The kissing led to clothes being hastily being pulled off and the two of them migrating to her bedroom.

A visual modality of nakedness, Misty leaned on her elbows, her ass lifted to the height he needed. His penis entered her. She adjusted her knees until he was able to get thrusting. He gripped her, and he arched his back, thrusting as she knelt stoically. His jabbing began to speed up. His respiration became heave. He drew out the sentence his penis was inside her as long as he could. As his gasps became chew up, his orgasm exploded. With his hot seed pumping into her waiting vagina, he growled with pleasure, feeling his cum flooding her.

Misty sank to the mattress as he pulled out of her. She twisted and snuggled as he rolled onto his binding. She stroked him, caressing him, telling him how much she enjoyed his love making. Jeff glowed.

Within ten min, Jeff was asleep. The strait of his snore filled every room in her small house.

Misty rolled silently off her bed and padded into the sitting elbow room.

Orion made his way to her. It 'd get number for him. After his original fucked her, she would come out of the bedroom, sit silently and let him work her until she shivered. He had come to consort her shuddering as a demand for him to stop licking, even though, when she shuddered, she tasted a lot better. He preferred the way she tasted after she shuddered, so he 'd lick harder and faster until she did.

Tonight, the household was unlike, but the routine began the same. She moved to the edge of her rear and opened her wooden leg for him. Immediately, he began to puzzle out her. He noticed her breathing become fast and shoal. His victor was still snoring, and he began to agitate his olfactory organ into her cunt.

Suddenly she scooted back. Hunter looked up, confused. Didn't she want to shudder ? He canted his head as if to ask her. Misty gripped him, pulling him closer to her, and pulling his strawman paw to either slope of her. She reached down, her hand sliding across his chest of drawers and across the soft peel of his belly. She rubbed his shaft ! Hunter felt her fingers. She 'd gripped him and began to pump his cock. Nature took its path, and it began to develop hard. She finally found the two vein-like clappers behind his burl and she began to expertly manipulate those two sensitive bones. His tool surged from its sheath and his hips began thrusting.

Misty slid under the dog as he began to force mindlessly. She turned and slid down on to her knee while Hunter reared, his pelvic arch bucking wildly. She reached around blindly as her deal sought Hunter's still growing cock. Her paw encountered Hunter's half exposed tool - only his knot still remained encased in the cocktail dress. The dog was spurting copious total of precum as she guided him toward her cunt.

His master had filled her a few hour before, and now Hunter was purpose in flooding this bitch with his seed. She guided him into her. The soft moist cunt seemed to grip him, exciting him with its blurriness. His Calidris canutus had pushed itself out of the constriction of his sheath and now it slammed mercilessly against the lenient lips of her pussy.

He growled, panting and thrusting like a jack-hammer, Suddenly as his knot slammed against her cunt lips and her bitch started to swallow him, he instinctively pulled back, only to make her shove herself backwards, forcing his Calidris canutus to sink into her !

Misty felt the almost inflated knot time slot home, and the dog suddenly pulling back. She instinctively thrust back, and he slotted home for the sec time. She gripped him with her helping hand keeping her in her so that his knot would end up its puffiness, sealing her. From the bedroom, she could hear Jeff 's uninterrupted snoring. Above her she could hear Hunter panting furiously.

His cock tip softened ever so slightly, and then a warmth flooded her. Hunter began to fill her ! The wet flood and expanded, pulsating naut mi riding under her clit created sensual overload. The weight of the dog on top of her, and the softness of his belly bark on her back was too much for her to make back ! Her climax exploded ! She had to bite her lip as she shuddered, the intensiveness of that orgasm so great that one orgasm became two, then ultimately three, before the dog who had filled her with a cup of his hot seed managed to endorse foot pedal and rip himself free people. His nautical mile was still the size of it of two golf balls as he pulled out of her, leaving her puss gaping broad. The steadily wheeze and convolution of Jeff's snoring never missed a beat. But Misty could barely hear it, her rapid wink loud in her spike as she wafted in a hazy cloud of bliss.

Misty and Hunter fucked four Sir Thomas More clip that dark. Each sentence, Orion learned. By the fourth part time, his mount was effortless, but he 'd lost a lot of his ardor. He humped her a few times and spurted his seed for about a mo before ripping his still fully hardened slub from her.

It was early in the break of day when Misty slid back into her bed. Jeff was still snoring. As she moved, he reached for her, and she snuggled next to him. The dog had filled her with his seed, and she felt slightly bloated as she lay listening to the man beside her. She drifted off to kip as the sun began to rise.

Misty woke up with a start. She was laying on her stomach and Jeff was above her. Instinctively she drew her knees under her as Jeff's peter slid along the crevice of her ass. She managed to plagiarise up as he thrust forward, his cock sliding into her cum filled bitch, still widely dilated by his dog's knot.

feeling horny as he awoke, Jeff had rolled on top of her as she slept. He felt her stir under him as he slowly slid his putz along the cleft between the soft ball of her ass. Misty stirred and she seemed to lift under him. Suddenly his rooster slid into the fondness of her pussy. Incredibly, she was far wetter than he 'd ever feel before. His began his stab into her wet cunt. Very wake, he thrust faster and faster and she bore his exercising weight without protesting. As their consistency met, her pussy made exciting wet slapping sounds where she leaked. She seemed so wet ! He moved faster and faster, not finding much friction -- only tricky wetness ! He groaned as he ejaculated noisily into her, grunting with delight. Hearing him, Misty smiled a secret smile .