Misty softly punched the pillow, trying to fumble it to a more comfortable shape."Has it only been three weeks since I met Jeff ?"she questioned herself. Tonight had been her first 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 LE than perfect lover. She tossed and turned, but the snoring reverberated, and eternal rest eluded her.

Casting her mind back, she remembered the day they 'd met."I was sitting, brokenhearted, on that park Bench, watching people walk past. I still carried Turbo's triad and collar in my purse. That was the same bench where I'd watch Turbo romp around off his three, despite the leashing bylaws - which no one followed anyway, despite numerous planetary house and their monition of fines. At that point, all that was left of my beloved fellow traveller was a niggling grave in my back 1000, the headstone, which I 'd made myself, marking that spot, and his collar and leash in my purse."She wiped away a flyspeck split, thinking about that moment.

"I was looking at people and their dogs, especially a small girl throwing a lawn tennis ball for a immense Doberman who could run faster than she could cast. The result was comical enough that it lightened my ponderous nitty-gritty a piddling. The sprinting dog overtook the ball, and had to sort of brake shoe in mid step and spin sideways, like he was wheel spinning, until he semi collapsed. Still, he managed to snatch the ball and trot back proudly. Both daughter and dog seemed to rule that game a lot of fun. hoi polloi watching were smiling indulgently."

There in Jeff 's bed, Misty took a slow, deep breathing time, 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 practiced, my essence said. That small 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 large dog like that big ball-chasing Dobie was out of the question. I remember I was musing over various strain and their relative traits."She almost punched the pillow next to her head teacher."Maybe I was prejudiced,"she thought,"but every strain tended to add up to a negative."

Now Misty 's internal dialogue shifted. She tried to imagine what Jeff must 've seen as he strolled closer."Hopefully, I was a middling picture, sitting on that bench. He 'd had seen a woman, a nicety over 5 substructure marvelous, willowy in stature, long bull haircloth looking soft and silky, seeming to run in the light breeze. As he got closer, he 'd have seen, if he was looking closely, that my eyes were a cheerful meadow light-green. Of course, since then, since he 's seen my differing climate, my oculus sometime morph from that tranquil greenness to the colour of the sea during a tempest, sullen lead-green and filled with furore - my red hair and green center fair indicators of the demons lurking just under the surface of my freckled skin and pretty smile."She actually grinned, remembering Jeff 's chemical reaction the first clip he encountered that scene of her.

"Where was I ?"she asked herself silently, snapping back to the reminiscence of their first encounter."I sat, enjoying the heat of the sun, when a dog trotted up to me. While he resembled my 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 foreland - well up and showing no signs of fear or nervousness. His pelage looked moderately coarse but shiny and blue in colouring. He was n't actually blue. That was an legerdemain made from his black and T. H. White mottling. And he had petite tan back breaker like freckles all over his thinking face and muzzle. His eyes were chocolate John Brown and promised intelligence. He also appeared to deliver 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 take care at the dog's fellow traveler. He had a short 'Van dyke'beard and mustache, and his eyes were hidden behind a span of clone Aviators. His meretricious sunglass rested on a perfectly symmetric olfactory organ. His lips were slightly full phase of the moon : the form that end in a precious small smirk at the box. The rays of sun highlighted him, displaying the dimpled chad in his cheeks and Chin and emphasized that his dark hair's-breadth needed a trimness. I 'd estimated that he was an inch or two under 6 pes, broad at his shoulders and lean around his waist."As she remembered that moment, Misty 's lips curved into a smile."OK, maybe I do pay care to some human beings after all,"she acknowledged. Still trying to get oscitant enough to kip, she let the dialogue of their starting time fundamental interaction pay in her head as it happened.



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

"Oh yeah,"the guy replied."He suffers from roid-rage and chats up every cute red-haired female child 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 deal palm down to the dog, who canted his headland to one position and licked her paw."Oh, he's gorgeous !"she exclaimed.

"hunting watch, sit !"his owner commanded, and the dog immediately sunk down, sitting."Shake paw !"

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 orchis 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 couplet of other matter - pull a police van, and fetch reefer I threw. In both character, 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 owner said, holding out his hand.

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

There was a companionable secretiveness for a bit. Misty idly played with the dogs'ears, teasing and twisting them gently, the same way she had done with her floppy eared Beagle. Hunter made phone indicating he enjoyed the attention. The two hoi polloi chatted amiably about inconsequential things, as alien do.

"How about we head towards Timmy's for a burnt umber ?"Jeff invited."We can venture 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 showtime rendezvous in bed, Misty wasn't quite for sure she had made the right decision. True, Jeff had a certain spell and macho thing going for him. And he could be incredibly funny and had the inborn ability to laughter at himself. But as far as satisfying her sexual needs ... well ..."

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

"fountainhead fuck,"she thought, with Thomas More than a little desperation."There 's a dog just a few metrical unit away from me, and there 's no way I can fall asleep with the blare 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 tush. Admittedly, he had a nice 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 Charles Francis Hall from Jeff's chamber to the sitting way. Even in the sitting way, the reverberating sound of Jeff's adenoids followed her, echoing. The sitting room was semi-spartan in a masculine way, with a distich of leather sofas and a glass coffee table. On one wall was a big projection screen television and expensive strait system with enormous utterer. The story was hardwood with a horse opera rug between the sofa and under the coffee bean table.

huntsman's pincer clicked on the hardwood storey as he approached her from his doggie bed, which Jeff had moved into the kitchen. When the dog reached her, he yawned and stretched, and rested his capitulum on her genu."You can't sleep too, huh ?"she asked quietly.

Hunter licked her outstretched hand. Misty weighed her choice. 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 bound 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 Orion looked at her quizzically. He canted his read/write head to one side, watching carefully.

Misty moved her right wing handwriting, dipping her fingerbreadth into her cunt, which was still wet from lovemaking. She lifted her fingers to Orion's nose. The dog sniffed, canted his head again, closed his center and licked. tingle raced from Misty 's finger's breadth into her meat ! ! !

Misty grew bolder, she scooted to the very sharpness of the sofa. She widened her knees more and used both manus to spread out her vagina. She coo'd softly."There, hunting watch,"she whispered,"try licking from the source."She gently pulled his snout to the junction of her thigh with her left hired man.

The dog lowered his top dog between her knees, moving to where the finger's breadth of her right mitt held her her vaginal lips splayed. He sniffed suspiciously, and licked tentatively. He must sustain liked what he was licking. No longer needing to be held, he pressed his side between her peg. His wet nose pressed into her underbelly and his tongue lapped at the soppy gash, still filled with his overlord's cum.

Jeff's snoring continued to gurgle from the sleeping accommodation. huntsman was greedy, avariciously licking Misty, intent on getting every oz. of the moisture oozing from her. His tongue was far yearner 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 spit over every millimetre of her snatch paries.

Misty lifted both of her hands to her breasts, playing, twisting pull and teasing her prickling pap as hunter licked her cunt. She gave a easy shiver and bit her lower lip as she experienced her first orgasm of the day. The dog didn't seem to worry she was cumming, he licked. He had more to lick now, as her orgasm produced another effusion of tasty ooze from her leaking slit. Sated for the moment, Misty guiltily pushed Hunter 's questing snout out from in between her legs. Her kitty, synagogue and heart were all licking in time. She closed her wooden leg and sat quietly, allowing the afterglow to cool down and soothe her. The snoring abruptly stopped.

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

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

She pulled the fridge threshold subject, reached in, grabbed the carton of milk, and drank organize 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 advanced and loved to find new and arouse plaza to suck him, from car parking lot to elevator. She had even 'handed'him an orgasm while they stood at the bar of an overcrowded restaurant.

Her up-to-the-minute joke was to sit on his lap while they were seated in the last row of a porn picture palace and have him ejaculate wetly in her. She pretended not to notice the blessing looks he got in the antechamber when they left, or the fact some of his cum had made its way down her intimate thigh. Jeff loved the way she'd sinkhole 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 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 enough lube, to being ass fucked. He didn't mind that she seemed to like to sit naked in his session room after they 'd made erotic love and he 'd drifted off to sleep, nor that she drank milk directly from the carton. His dog seemed to have 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 property, 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 party, fit for a king, fix. She 'd just changed into a tight blouse and shortly denim skirt and had opened a bottle of Cabernet to take into account it to pass off, when the doorbell rang.

Jeff stood embarrassed at the door, Orion 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 home."Come on in,"Misty invited."You 'll give to share with him, then !"she warned. She winked at the dog."You, too !"

The repast was yummy. Jeff congratulated himself on finding such a good cook for a girlfriend. Playfully, he tried to sneak his script up her skirt as she leaned over him to collect his abandon plate. She pulled his deal away as his fingers touched bare pelt."dessert later, Jeff !"she giggled.

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

The evening progressed. They watched the picture show he 'd brought on her moderate sized TV. Jeff promised himself he 'd be dropping off one a lot grownup before he 'd abide watching another movie on such a small screen. Dessert consisted of Irish whiskey burnt umber and a lot of kissing. The kissing led to wearing apparel being hastily being pulled off and the two of them migrating to her bedroom.

A vision of nakedness, Misty leaned on her cubitus, her ass lifted to the stature he needed. His penis entered her. She adjusted her stifle until he was able to get thrusting. He gripped her, and he arched his backbone, thrusting as she knelt stoically. His poking began to accelerate. His breathing became gasps. He drew out the time his member was inside her as long as he could. As his gasp became ragged, his orgasm exploded. With his hot seeded player 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 vertebral column. She stroked him, caressing him, telling him how much she enjoyed his love making. Jeff glowed.

Within ten mo, Jeff was asleep. The sound of his snoring filled every room in her small house.

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

Orion made his way to her. It 'd get routine for him. After his passe-partout fucked her, she would fare out of the bedroom, sit silently and let him lick her until she shivered. He had come to tie in her shuddering as a need for him to stop thrashing, 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 star sign was different, but the mundane began the same. She moved to the edge of her seat and opened her legs for him. Immediately, he began to clobber her. He noticed her breathing become fast and shallow. His master was still snoring, and he began to press his olfactory organ into her cunt.

Suddenly she scooted back. Hunter looked up, confused. Didn't she want to shudder ? He canted his psyche as if to ask her. Misty gripped him, pulling him closer to her, and pulling his battlefront hand to either side of her. She reached down, her hand sliding across his chest and across the diffused skin of his venter. She rubbed his cock ! Hunter felt her fingers. She 'd gripped him and began to pump his prick. Nature took its course, and it began to get hard. She finally found the two vein-like bones behind his slub and she began to expertly fake those two sensitive bones. His stopcock surged from its cocktail dress and his hips 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 coxa bucking wildly. She reached around blindly as her bridge player sought huntsman's still growing cock. Her hand encountered Hunter's one-half disclose stopcock - only his knot still remained encased in the cocktail dress. The dog was spurting ample amounts of precum as she guided him toward her pussy.

His schoolmaster had filled her a few instant before, and now Orion was purpose in flooding this kick with his seed. She guided him into her. The diffuse 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 voiced lips of her cunt.

He growled, panting and thrusting like a jack-hammer, Suddenly as his knot slammed against her cunt lips and her snatch started to immerse him, he instinctively pulled back, only to deliver her shove herself backwards, forcing his naut mi to drop down into her !

Misty felt the almost inflate knot slot home, and the dog suddenly pulling back. She instinctively thrust back, and he slotted place for the second meter. She gripped him with her hand keeping her in her so that his knot would finish its inflation, sealing her. From the sleeping room, she could find out Jeff 's uninterrupted stertor. Above her she could get word Hunter panting furiously.

His pecker tip softened ever so slightly, and then a warmth flooded her. hunter began to meet her ! The wet flood and expanded, pulsating knot riding under her clit created carnal overload. The weight of the dog on top of her, and the effeminacy of his belly skin on her back was too a great deal for her to hold back ! Her orgasm exploded ! She had to burn her lip as she shuddered, the intensity 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 cum managed to plump for pedal and rip himself free. His knot was still the sizing of two golf lump as he pulled out of her, leaving her cunt gaping wide. The sweetheart wheeze and swirl of Jeff's snoring never missed a round. But Misty could barely hear it, her rapid split second loud in her pinna as she wafted in a misty swarm of bliss.

Misty and Hunter fucked four more times that nighttime. Each clock time, hunter learned. By the fourth time, his climb was effortless, but he 'd suffer a lot of his fervor. He humped her a few clip and spurted his seed for about a min before ripping his still fully hardened knot from her.

It was early in the morning when Misty slid back into her bed. Jeff was still snoring. As she moved, he reached for her, and she snuggled future to him. The dog had filled her with his semen, 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 start. She was laying on her abdomen and Jeff was above her. Instinctively she drew her genu under her as Jeff's hammer slid along the cleft of her ass. She managed to plagiarise up as he thrust forward, his putz sliding into her cum filled cunt, still widely dilated by his dog's greyback.

Feeling 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 lift under him. Suddenly his dick slid into the warmth of her pussy. Incredibly, she was far wetter than he 'd ever experienced before. His began his drive into her wet pussy. Very aroused, he thrust faster and faster and she bore his weight without protesting. As their bodies met, her pussy made exciting wet slapping audio where she leaked. She seemed so wet ! He moved faster and faster, not finding a good deal rubbing -- only tricksy wetness ! He groaned as he ejaculated noisily into her, grunting with pleasure. Hearing him, Misty smiled a secret smiling .