Misty softly punched the pillow, trying to fluff it to a more comfy physical body."Has it only been three workweek since I met Jeff ?"she questioned herself. Tonight had been her inaugural sleepover at his place. Now here she was, trying to sleep 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 snore reverberated, and slumber eluded her.

Casting her creative thinker rachis, she remembered the day they 'd met."I was sitting, brokenhearted, on that commons bench, watching people walk past. I still carried Turbo's leash and apprehension in my bag. That was the Saame workbench where I'd watch Turbo romp around off his trio, despite the leashing bylaws - which no one followed anyway, despite numerous signal and their warning of fine. At that point, all that was left of my honey companion was a little grave accent in my back curtilage, the gravestone, which I 'd made myself, marking that smirch, and his collar and leash in my purse."She wiped away a bantam tear, thinking about that moment.

"I was looking at the great unwashed and their dogs, especially a minuscule girl throwing a tennis glob for a huge Doberman pinscher who could run riotous than she could throw. The result was comical enough that it lightened my heavy warmheartedness a little. The sprinting dog overtook the lump, and had to sort of slip in mid footstep and spin sideways, like he was bike spinning, until he semi collapsed. Still, he managed to snatch the bollock and trot back proudly. Both girl and dog seemed to retrieve that game a lot of fun. People watching were smiling indulgently."

There in Jeff 's bed, Misty took a slow, thick 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 begrudge him. Obviously, he wouldn't be Turbo ! Perhaps another breed would be better, my heart said. That small planetary house of mine had just enough of a plot around it to call itself a garden, or better still, a gardenette. So I knew a turgid dog like that big ball-chasing Dobie was out of the head. I remember I was musing over several strain and their relative traits."She almost punched the pillow next to her head."Maybe I was prejudiced,"she thought,"but every breed tended to add up to a negative."

Now Misty 's home dialog shifted. She tried to imagine what Jeff must 've seen as he strolled closer."Hopefully, I was a pretty picture, sitting on that bench. He 'd had seen a womanhood, a nuance over 5 feet tall, willowy in stature, long bull hairsbreadth looking soft and silky, seeming to flux in the light breeze. As he got closer, he 'd cause seen, if he was looking closely, that my eyes were a cheerful meadow green. Of form, since then, since he 's seen my differing humour, my eyes sometime morph from that tranquil super C to the colour of the sea during a tempest, sullen lead-green and filled with fury - my red hair and putting green eyes clean index number of the demons lurking just under the control surface of my lentiginose skin and pretty smile."She actually grinned, remembering Jeff 's chemical reaction the first prison term he encountered that aspect of her.

"Where was I ?"she asked herself silently, snapping back to the reminiscence of their firstly encounter."I sat, enjoying the warmth of the sun, when a dog trotted up to me. While he resembled my of late Beagle, I noted that he was very much 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 foretoken of veneration or nerves. 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 white mottling. And he had tiny tan dots like freckle all over his levelheaded expression and muzzle. His eyes were coffee brownness and promised word. He also appeared to have gray at the end of his tail."

Misty chuckled quietly to herself."That just shows how much More attention I pay to Canis familiaris than I do to humans,"she thought in self-analysis."But I did finally count at the dog's companion. He had a short 'Van dam'byssus and mustache, and his middle were hidden behind a span of knockoff Aviators. His cheap sunglasses rested on a perfectly symmetrical nose. His lips were slightly full : the kind that end in a cute little smirk at the corners. The rays of sun highlighted him, displaying the dimple in his cheeks and chin and emphasized that his iniquity hair needed a trig. I 'd estimated that he was an in or two under 6 substructure, spacious at his berm and tend around his waist."As she remembered that moment, Misty 's lips curved into a smile."OK, maybe I do pay tending to some humans after all,"she acknowledged. Still trying to get drowsy enough to sleep, she let the dialogue of their first interaction pay in her head as it happened.



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

"Oh yeah,"the guy replied."He suffers from roid-rage and chats up every cute red-haired little girl he meets."He smiled."No, he's a good ol'Bluetick, but the only matter he ever hunts is the best place 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.

"huntsman, sit !"his owner commanded, and the dog immediately sunk down, sitting."trill 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 hunting. He rolls up into a ball 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 dyad of other things - deplume a wagon, and fetch sticks I threw. In both cases, he just sat there, looking as if I was crazy,"he complained."Oh, I'm Jeff, by the way, and you've just met hunter,"the dog proprietor said, holding out his hand.

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

There was a companionable muteness for a bit. Misty idly played with the detent'auricle, teasing and twisting them gently, the Same way she had done with her diskette eared Beagle. Hunter made sounds indicating he enjoyed the attending. The two people chatted amiably about inconsequential things, 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 armed service dog."

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

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

Now, after their first tryst in bed, Misty wasn't quite sure she had made the right field decision. True, Jeff had a sealed appealingness and macho matter going for him. And he could be incredibly funny and had the congenital 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 grayback expanded, stretching her. She moaned softly in frustration.

"Well fuck,"she thought, with more than a little desperation."There 's a dog just a few feet away from me, and there 's no way I can fall asleep with the din 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 darken parking lot of Tim Hortons the day they met, with his dog in the rearward seat. Admittedly, he had a gracious car. Naturally she 'd swallowed. He had n't reciprocated. Maybe that was a word of advice sign she 'd ignored.

She rolled out of bed and padded naked down the Charles Martin Hall from Jeff's bedroom to the sitting room. Even in the sitting elbow room, the reverberating sound of Jeff's adenoids followed her, echoing. The sitting room was semi-spartan in a masculine way, with a couplet of leather sofas and a glass chocolate table. On one wall was a big screenland television and expensive phone organisation with tremendous speakers. The floor was hardwood with a western sandwich rug between the sofa and under the coffee table.

huntsman's pincer clicked on the hardwood storey 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 pass on her genu."You can't quietus too, huh ?"she asked quietly.

hunter licked her outstretched handwriting. Misty weighed her selection. 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 thoughts buzzing around in her mind, Misty scooted to the edge of her seat, and widened her second joint. She arched her back, and sucked in her taunt belly, effectively lifting her vagina, offering it. At first huntsman looked at her quizzically. He canted his head to one incline, watching carefully.

Misty moved her right on hand, dipping her fingers into her cunt, which was still wet from lovemaking. She lifted her finger to hunting watch's nose. The dog sniffed, canted his forefront again, closed his eyes and licked. Shivers raced from Misty 's fingerbreadth into her core ! ! !

Misty grew bolder, she scooted to the very edge of the lounge. She widened her knees more and used both mitt to open her vagina. She coo'd softly."There, hunting watch,"she whispered,"try licking from the source."She gently pulled his nozzle to the conjunction of her thighs with her left hand.

The dog lowered his head between her knees, moving to where the finger's breadth of her rightfield hand held her her vaginal backtalk splayed. He sniffed suspiciously, and licked tentatively. He must induce liked what he was licking. No longer needing to be held, he pressed his case between her peg. His wet nose pressed into her underbelly and his tongue lapped at the sodden slash, still filled with his master's cum.

Jeff's snoring continued to ripple from the bedroom. Hunter was greedy, avariciously licking Misty, intent on getting every ounce of the moisture oozing from her. His glossa was far longer than any human'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 lingua over every millimeter of her cunt walls.

Misty lifted both of her mitt to her tit, playing, twisting pull and teasing her tingle nipples as hunter licked her cunt. She gave a soft tremor and bit her lower lip as she experienced her low orgasm of the day. The dog didn't seem to care she was cumming, he licked. He had more to lick now, as her orgasm produced another effusion of tasty sludge from her leaking cunt. Sated for the present moment, Misty guiltily pushed hunter 's questing snoot out from in between her stage. Her snatch, tabernacle and eye were all beating in time. She closed her legs and sat quietly, allowing the afterglow to cool and soothe her. The snoring abruptly stopped.

She heard Jeff's sleepy-eyed voice calling."baby ? Where are you ?"

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

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

Part 2

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

Her in vogue antic was to sit on his lap while they were seated in the last row of a porno celluloid and have him blunder out wetly in her. She pretended not to comment the approving looks he got in the entrance hall when they left, or the fact some of his cum had made its way down her inner thigh. Jeff loved the way she'd sump to her knee joint when she discovered some property they couldn't be seen, pluck down his zipper and suck him off.

In the bedroom, like all modern women, Misty had definite the like and wants. She insisted on being on all 'fours'and having him take her doggy style. She was not into any missionary position sex. Neither was she averse, if he applied sufficiency lubricating substance, to being ass fucked. He didn't judgment that she seemed to care to sit naked in his sitting way after they 'd made love and he 'd drifted off to log Z's, 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 slumber over at Jeff 's office, but tonight she was entertaining him at hers. She had nervously cleaned and polished and spent the hour before he arrived getting a spaghetti dinner, fit for a king, gear up. She 'd just changed into a tight blouse and short jean chick and had opened a nursing bottle of Cabernet to allow it to breathe, when the doorbell rang.

Jeff stood embarrassed at the threshold, Hunter beside him."Sorry, Babe, but he insisted on coming."Misty smiled, knowing that there was no way he could safely leave his large hound to his own devices at home. If he did, he 'd come back to a ruined theatre."Come on in,"Misty invited."You 'll induce to plowshare with him, then !"she warned. She winked at the dog."You, too !"

The meal was delicious. Jeff congratulated himself on finding such a serious cook for a girlfriend. Playfully, he tried to nobble his script up her wench as she leaned over him to accumulate his void plate. She pulled his hand away as his fingers touched denudate skin."afters later, Jeff !"she giggled.

From huntsman's line of vision, he could see that she wore nothing under that short skirt.

The evening progressed. They watched the movie he 'd lend on her tame size TV. Jeff promised himself he 'd be dropping off one a lot braggart before he 'd stand watching another moving-picture show on such a low covert. Dessert consisted of Irish coffee tree 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 sight of bareness, Misty leaned on her human elbow, her ass lifted to the height he needed. His penis entered her. She adjusted her genu until he was capable to get down thrusting. He gripped her, and he arched his back, thrust as she knelt stoically. His thrusts began to speed up. His respiration became gasps. He drew out the meter his penis was inside her as long as he could. As his gasp became bedevil, his orgasm exploded. With his hot germ 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 dorsum. She stroked him, caressing him, telling him how a good deal she enjoyed his love qualification. Jeff glowed.

Within ten transactions, Jeff was asleep. The strait of his snoring filled every way in her small 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 maestro fucked her, she would make out out of the bedroom, sit silently and let him cream her until she shivered. He had come to associate her shuddering as a need for him to terminate 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 derriere and opened her legs for him. Immediately, he began to puzzle out her. He noticed her breathing become fasting and shallow. His master was still snoring, and he began to fight his nose 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 near to her, and pulling his front hand to either side of her. She reached down, her hand sliding across his chest and across the soft peel of his belly. She rubbed his cock ! Hunter felt her finger's breadth. She 'd gripped him and began to pump his cock. Nature took its class, and it began to grow hard. She finally found the two vein-like bones behind his knot and she began to expertly fake those two sensible clappers. His pecker surged from its sheath and his hip joint began thrusting.

Misty slid under the dog as he began to thrust mindlessly. She turned and slid down on to her stifle while Orion reared, his hips bucking wildly. She reached around blindly as her hand sought Hunter's still growing cock. Her hired hand encountered Hunter's half exposed cock - only his knot still remained encased in the cocktail dress. The dog was spurting voluminous quantity of precum as she guided him toward her slit.

His master had filled her a few minutes before, and now hunter was purport in flooding this bitch with his cum. She guided him into her. The voiced moist pussy seemed to grip him, exciting him with its softness. His knot had pushed itself out of the constriction of his sheath and now it slammed mercilessly against the flabby sass of her cunt.

He growled, panting and thrusting like a jack-hammer, Suddenly as his mile slammed against her snatch sassing and her cunt started to swallow him, he instinctively pulled back, only to have her shove herself backwards, forcing his mile to sink into her !

Misty felt the almost inflated mile expansion slot rest home, and the dog suddenly pulling back. She instinctively thrust back, and he slotted home for the 2nd sentence. She gripped him with her hired hand keeping her in her so that his burl would finish its inflation, sealing her. From the chamber, she could hear Jeff 's uninterrupted snore. Above her she could get a line Hunter panting furiously.

His cock tip softened ever so slightly, and then a fondness flooded her. Hunter began to meet her ! The wet flood and expanded, pulsating knot riding under her clit created sensual overload. The free weight of the dog on top of her, and the softness of his belly skin on her back was too much for her to restrain back ! Her orgasm exploded ! She had to bite her lip as she shuddered, the intensity level of that sexual climax so heavy that one orgasm became two, then ultimately three, before the dog who had filled her with a cup of his hot seed managed to support foot pedal and rip himself give up. His knot was still the sizing of two golf game balls as he pulled out of her, leaving her slit gaping across-the-board. The steady wheeze and swirl of Jeff's snoring never missed a metre. But Misty could barely try it, her speedy heartbeat loud in her ears as she wafted in a fuzzy cloud of bliss.

Misty and Hunter fucked four more times that night. Each clip, hunter learned. By the twenty-five percent time, his mount was casual, but he 'd lost a lot of his fervency. He humped her a few times and spurted his source for about a minute before ripping his still fully hardened international nautical mile from her.

It was early in the cockcrow 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 log Z's as the sun began to rise.

Misty woke up with a start. She was laying on her belly and Jeff was above her. Instinctively she drew her knees under her as Jeff's cock slid along the scissure of her ass. She managed to pinch up as he thrust forward, his shaft sliding into her cum filled cunt, still widely dilated by his dog's gnarl.

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 crack between the soft orbs of her ass. Misty stirred and she seemed to lift under him. Suddenly his cock slid into the fondness of her kitty. Incredibly, she was far pie-eyed than he 'd ever experienced before. His began his thrusts into her wet cunt. Very evoke, he thrust faster and faster and she bore his weight without protesting. As their trunk met, her cunt made exciting wet slapping sounds where she leaked. She seemed so wet ! He moved faster and faster, not finding much detrition -- only sleek wetness ! He groaned as he ejaculated noisily into her, grunting with pleasure. Hearing him, Misty smiled a private grinning .