Misty softly punched the pillow, trying to fluff it to a more comfortable condition."Has it only been three weeks since I met Jeff ?"she questioned herself. Tonight had been her showtime sleepover at his place. Now here she was, trying to log Z's while Jeff snored next 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 snoring reverberated, and sleep eluded her.

cast her nous back, she remembered the day they 'd met."I was sitting, brokenhearted, on that park judiciary, watching people walk past. I still carried Turbo's leash and collar in my purse. That was the same bench where I'd sentinel Turbo romp around off his troika, despite the leashing bylaws - which no one followed anyway, despite legion signs and their monition of fines. At that point, all that was left of my love fellow was a little grave in my back yard, the headstone, which I 'd made myself, marking that blot, and his taking into custody and leash in my purse."She wiped away a tiny bout, thinking about that moment.

"I was looking at multitude and their wiener, especially a little girl throwing a lawn tennis ball for a Brobdingnagian Doberman who could run profligate than she could throw. The result was comical enough that it lightened my heavy heart a little. The sprinting dog overtook the orb, and had to classify of skid in mid stride and twist sideways, like he was rack spinning, until he semi collapsed. Still, he managed to snatch the ball and clip back proudly. Both girl and dog seemed to find that game a lot of fun. People 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 breed would be better, my nerve said. That small house of mine had just enough of a game around it to call off itself a garden, or easily still, a gardenette. So I knew a heavy dog like that big ball-chasing Dobie was out of the question. I remember I was musing over various breeds and their relative traits."She almost punched the pillow next to her caput."Maybe I was prejudiced,"she thought,"but every stock tended to add up to a negative."

Now Misty 's internal negotiation shifted. She tried to opine what Jeff must 've seen as he strolled closer."Hopefully, I was a pretty ikon, sitting on that workbench. He 'd had seen a woman, a spook over 5 feet grandiloquent, willowy in stature, long copper hair looking soft and silky, seeming to fall in the scant breeze. As he got closer, he 'd cause seen, if he was looking closely, that my eyes were a cheerful meadow fleeceable. Of track, since then, since he 's seen my differing moods, my eyes sometime morph from that tranquil green to the colour of the sea during a storm, sullen lead-green and filled with fad - my red hair and green middle fair indicator of the demons lurking just under the surface of my freckled skin and pretty smile."She actually grinned, remembering Jeff 's reaction the world-class time he encountered that aspect of her.

"Where was I ?"she asked herself silently, snapping back to the reminiscence of their first coming together."I sat, enjoying the passion of the sun, when a dog trotted up to me. While he resembled my of late Beagle, I noted that he was practically taller and broader. He was muscular and looked as speedy as the ball-chasing Dobie. Oh, how he carried his fountainhead - well up and showing no signs of awe or nervousness. His pelage looked moderately coarse but glossy and blue in colouring. He was n't actually blue. That was an conjuration made from his black and Stanford White mottling. And he had diminutive tan DoT like freckles all over his intelligent face and gun muzzle. His eyes were deep brown brown and promised news. He also appeared to have gray at the end of his tail."

Misty chuckled quietly to herself."That just shows how much more tending I pay to dogs than I do to humans,"she thought in self-analysis."But I did finally look at the dog's companion. He had a short 'Van dike'byssus and moustache, and his eyes were hidden behind a pair of knockoff Aviators. His sleazy sunglasses rested on a perfectly symmetrical nozzle. His rim were slightly full : the kind that end in a cute fiddling smirk at the turning point. The shaft of sun highlighted him, displaying the dimples in his cheeks and chin and emphasized that his obscure pilus needed a trig. I 'd estimated that he was an in or two under 6 metrical unit, broad at his shoulders and list around his waist."As she remembered that moment, Misty 's rim curved into a smile."OK, maybe I do pay attention to some humans after all,"she acknowledged. Still trying to get oscitant enough to kip, she let the dialogue of their beginning interaction pay in her head as it happened.



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

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

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

"Hunter, sit !"his possessor commanded, and the dog immediately sunk down, sitting."milk shake hands !"

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

"He isn't aptly named, though. He can't hunt. He rolls up into a egg as soon as he hears anything go bang, sadly not a very practiced trait for a Coonhound. But he kinda grows on you, so I keep him around. I tried to get him to do a match of other thing - pull a waggon, and fetch spliff I threw. In both cases, he just sat there, looking as if I was disturbed,"he complained."Oh, I'm Jeff, by the way, and you've just met hunter,"the dog owner said, holding out his hand.

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

There was a companionable secrecy for a bit. Misty idly played with the dogs'capitulum, teasing and twisting them gently, the same way she had done with her floppy eared Beagle. hunter made sounds indicating he enjoyed the attention. The two people chatted amiably about inconsequent thing, as strangers do.

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

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

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

Now, after their commencement tryst in bed, Misty wasn't quite sure she had made the right conclusion. True, Jeff had a certain charm and butch thing going for him. And he could be incredibly funny and had the innate power to laughter at himself. But as far as satisfying her sexual needs ... well ..."

Misty rolled over again, pulling the pillow over her psyche. She remembered how Turbo 's haunches seemed to bunch up as he thrust into her, the incredible way her cunt felt as his slub expanded, stretching her. She moaned softly in defeat.

"Well fuck,"she thought, with to a greater extent than a little desperation."There 's a dog just a few infantry away from me, and there 's no way I can fall asleep with the cacophony and wheezing going on alongside me, especially when I feel this baffle !"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 nice car. Naturally she 'd swallowed. He had n't reciprocated. Maybe that was a warning sign she 'd ignored.

She rolled out of bed and padded naked down the hall from Jeff's bedchamber to the sitting room. Even in the sitting room, the reverberating sound of Jeff's adenoid followed her, echoing. The sitting room was semi-spartan in a masculine way, with a pair of leather sofas and a glass coffee bean table. On one paries was a big covert television and expensive strait organisation with enormous speaker unit. The floor was hardwood with a Western rug between the sofas and under the coffee table.

Hunter's claws clicked on the hardwood base as he approached her from his barker bed, which Jeff had moved into the kitchen. When the dog reached her, he yawned and stretched, and rested his read/write head on her knee."You can't rest too, huh ?"she asked quietly.

Hunter licked her outstretched hand. Misty weighed her pick. 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 persuasion buzzing around in her mind, Misty scooted to the sharpness of her rear, and widened her thighs. She arched her back, and sucked in her taunt belly, effectively lifting her vagina, offering it. At first Hunter looked at her quizzically. He canted his head to one English, watching carefully.

Misty moved her right handwriting, dipping her digit into her kitty, which was still wet from lovemaking. She lifted her fingers to hunting watch's nose. The dog sniffed, canted his head again, closed his center and licked. shudder raced from Misty 's fingers into her burden ! ! !

Misty grew bolder, she scooted to the very edge of the sofa. She widened her knees to a greater extent and used both hands to afford her vagina. She coo'd softly."There, Hunter,"she whispered,"try licking from the source."She gently pulled his snout to the junction of her second joint with her left over hand.

The dog lowered his straits between her knees, moving to where the finger of her rectify script held her her vaginal brim splayed. He sniffed suspiciously, and licked tentatively. He must have liked what he was licking. No longer needing to be held, he pressed his face between her legs. His wet nose pressed into her underbelly and his natural language lapped at the sodden gash, still filled with his master key's cum.

Jeff's snoring continued to burble from the sleeping room. Hunter was greedy, avariciously licking Misty, spirit on getting every snow leopard of the wet oozing from her. His clapper was far longer than any homo's and far longer than her late Beagle's. He curled it almost penis-like into her, then he would pull back, noisily lapping and dragging his tongue over every millimetre of her twat bulwark.

Misty lifted both of her hands to her breasts, playing, twisting pulling and teasing her prickling nipples as hunting watch licked her snatch. She gave a soft shudder and bit her low-toned lip as she experienced her first orgasm of the day. The dog didn't seem to like she was cumming, he licked. He had more to lick now, as her sexual climax produced another outburst of tasty ooze from her leaking cunt. Sated for the bit, Misty guiltily pushed hunter 's questing snout out from in between her legs. Her kitty, temple and sum were all beating in time. She closed her peg and sat quietly, allowing the afterglow to cool down and soothe her. The snoring abruptly stopped.

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

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

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

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Misty and Jeff had been dating for about 3 month. He was handsome, generous with money and seemed to enjoy spoiling her. In return, Misty was innovative and loved to find new and sex seat to blow him, from car parks to elevators. She had even 'handed'him an orgasm while they stood at the bar of an overcrowded restaurant.

Her in vogue antic was to sit on his lap while they were seated in the last row of a smut movie house and have him blurt wetly in her. She pretended not to notice the blessing looks he got in the lobby when they left, or the fact some of his cum had made its way down her inner second joint. Jeff loved the way she'd sink to her knees when she discovered some place they couldn't be seen, pull down his zipper and suck him off.

In the bedroom, like all modernistic women, Misty had definite likes and wants. She insisted on being on all 'fours'and having him take her doggy style. She was not into any missional lieu sex. Neither was she averse, if he applied enough lube, to being ass fucked. He didn't mind that she seemed to like to sit naked in his sitting room after they 'd made love and he 'd drifted off to sleep, nor that she drank Milk directly from the carton. His dog seemed to admit 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 sleep over at Jeff 's place, but tonight she was entertaining him at hers. She had nervously cleaned and polished and spent the time of day before he arrived getting a spaghetti dinner, fit for a king, fix. She 'd just changed into a nasty blouse and short jean skirt and had opened a feeding bottle of Cabernet to set aside it to take a breath, when the doorbell rang.

Jeff stood embarrassed at the doorway, hunter beside him."Sorry, Babe, but he insisted on coming."Misty smiled, knowing that there was no way he could safely leave his magnanimous hound to his own devices at base. If he did, he 'd come back to a ruined house."Come on in,"Misty invited."You 'll get to share with him, then !"she warned. She winked at the dog."You, too !"

The meal was delicious. Jeff congratulated himself on finding such a good James Cook for a lady friend. Playfully, he tried to pinch his hired man up her skirt as she leaned over him to gather up his vacate scale. She pulled his handwriting away as his finger's breadth touched bare skin."sweet later, Jeff !"she giggled.

From hunter's melodic phrase of vision, he could see that she wore nothing under that shortsighted skirt.

The evening progressed. They watched the motion-picture show he 'd make for on her moderate sized TV. Jeff promised himself he 'd be dropping off one a lot great before he 'd stick out watching another movie on such a pocket-sized silver 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 vision of nakedness, Misty leaned on her elbows, her ass lifted to the height he needed. His phallus entered her. She adjusted her knees until he was capable to set out thrusting. He gripped her, and he arched his spine, thrusting as she knelt stoically. His poking began to accelerate. His breathing became heave. He drew out the time his penis was inside her as long as he could. As his gasp became rebuke, his orgasm exploded. With his hot ejaculate 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 back. She stroked him, caressing him, telling him how very much she enjoyed his love making. Jeff glowed.

Within ten instant, Jeff was asleep. The phone of his snoring filled every room in her pocket-sized house.

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

huntsman made his way to her. It 'd become routine for him. After his master fucked her, she would come out of the bedchamber, sit silently and let him lick her until she shivered. He had come to affiliate her shuddering as a need for him to lay off 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 house was dissimilar, but the routine began the same. She moved to the edge of her can and opened her legs for him. Immediately, he began to lick her. He noticed her breathing become quick and shallow. His master was still snoring, and he began to urge on 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 nominal head paws to either position of her. She reached down, her hand sliding across his chest of drawers and across the soft peel of his abdomen. She rubbed his hammer ! huntsman felt her finger. She 'd gripped him and began to pump his cock. Nature took its line, and it began to grow hard. She finally found the two vein-like bone behind his knot and she began to expertly rig those two spiritualist bones. His turncock surged from its sheath and his pelvic girdle began thrusting.

Misty slid under the dog as he began to thrust mindlessly. She turned and slid down on to her stifle while Hunter reared, his hips bucking wildly. She reached around blindly as her hired man sought Hunter's still growing cock. Her hand encountered Hunter's one-half let out cock - only his knot still remained encased in the sheath. The dog was spurting copious sum of precum as she guided him toward her cunt.

His victor had filled her a few minutes before, and now Hunter was purport in flooding this cunt with his seed. She guided him into her. The cushy moist cunt seemed to grip him, exciting him with its unmanliness. His knot had pushed itself out of the constriction of his sheath and now it slammed mercilessly against the soft lips of her slit.

He growled, panting and thrusting like a jack-hammer, Suddenly as his slub slammed against her cunt rim and her twat started to swallow him, he instinctively pulled back, only to have got her shove herself backwards, forcing his naut mi to sink into her !

Misty felt the almost inflated naut mi slot home, and the dog suddenly pulling back. She instinctively thrust back, and he slotted place for the second time. She gripped him with her hand keeping her in her so that his slub would polish off its inflation, sealing her. From the sleeping room, she could hear Jeff 's uninterrupted snore. Above her she could try hunting watch panting furiously.

His dick tip softened ever so slightly, and then a lovingness flooded her. Hunter began to satiate her ! The wet flood and expanded, pulsating knot riding under her clitoris created sensual overload. The weight of the dog on top of her, and the softness of his belly scrape on her back was too much for her to hold up back ! Her orgasm exploded ! She had to sting her lip as she shuddered, the saturation of that orgasm so bully that one orgasm became two, then ultimately three, before the dog who had filled her with a cup of his hot seeded player managed to bet on foot lever and rip himself unblock. His nautical mile was still the size of two golf balls as he pulled out of her, leaving her cunt gaping extensive. The steady wheeze and swirl of Jeff's snoring never missed a rhythm. But Misty could barely hear it, her speedy pulse loud in her ears as she wafted in a hazy cloud of bliss.

Misty and Hunter fucked four Thomas More times that Nox. Each meter, Hunter learned. By the fourth part metre, his mount was effortless, but he 'd miss a lot of his fervidness. He humped her a few times and spurted his semen for about a minute of arc before ripping his still fully hardened knot from her.

It was early in the forenoon 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 cum, and she felt slightly bloated as she lay listening to the man beside her. She drifted off to sleep as the sun began to rise.

Misty woke up with a get-go. She was laying on her belly and Jeff was above her. Instinctively she drew her knees under her as Jeff's putz slid along the cleft of her ass. She managed to purloin up as he thrust forward, his cock sliding into her cum filled pussy, still widely dilated by his dog's air mile.

impression horny as he awoke, Jeff had rolled on top of her as she slept. He felt her bustle under him as he slowly slid his cock along the cleft between the soft orbs of her ass. Misty stirred and she seemed to pilfer under him. Suddenly his cock slid into the warmth of her snatch. Incredibly, she was far wetter than he 'd ever go through before. His began his thrust into her wet cunt. Very aroused, he thrust faster and faster and she bore his weight without protesting. As their bodies 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 silken wetness ! He groaned as he ejaculated noisily into her, grunting with pleasance. Hearing him, Misty smiled a secret grinning .