Misty softly punched the pillow, trying to fluff it to a more comfortable shape."Has it only been three workweek since I met Jeff ?"she questioned herself. Tonight had been her first sleepover at his post. 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 less than hone devotee. She tossed and turned, but the stertor reverberated, and eternal sleep eluded her.

cast her mind binding, she remembered the day they 'd met."I was sitting, brokenhearted, on that park work bench, watching people walk past. I still carried Turbo's leash and pinch in my purse. That was the same bench where I'd watch Turbo romp around off his leash, despite the leashing bylaws - which no one followed anyway, despite numerous foretoken and their admonition of fine. At that dot, all that was left of my love companion was a niggling grave in my back yard, the tombstone, which I 'd made myself, marking that spot, and his catch and trine in my purse."She wiped away a midget tear, thinking about that moment.

"I was looking at masses and their hound, especially a little lady friend throwing a tennis ball for a immense Doberman pinscher who could run libertine than she could throw. The result was laughable enough that it lightened my sound center a little. The sprinting dog overtook the testis, and had to sort of skid in mid stride and spin sideways, like he was wheel spinning, until he semi collapsed. Still, he managed to snap the orchis and trot back proudly. Both girlfriend and dog seemed to regain that biz a lot of fun. masses watching were smiling indulgently."

There in Jeff 's bed, Misty took a slow, deep breathing place, 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 spirit said. That diminished house of mine had just enough of a plot of land 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 doubt. I remember I was musing over various stock and their relative traits."She almost punched the rest following to her head."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 think what Jeff must 've seen as he strolled closer."Hopefully, I was a reasonably icon, sitting on that terrace. He 'd had seen a woman, a shade over 5 ft marvellous, willowy in stature, farseeing copper hair looking balmy and sleek, seeming to flow in the illumination breeze. As he got closer, he 'd have got seen, if he was looking closely, that my optic were a upbeat meadow green. Of course, since then, since he 's seen my differing mode, my eyes 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 centre bazaar indicant of the demons lurking just under the control surface of my lentiginous hide and pretty smile."She actually grinned, remembering Jeff 's reaction the first time he encountered that aspect of her.

"Where was I ?"she asked herself silently, snapping back to the reminiscence of their showtime meeting."I sat, enjoying the warmth of the sun, when a dog trotted up to me. While he resembled my late Beagle, I noted that he was much taller and broader. He was muscular and looked as speedy as the ball-chasing Dobie. Oh, how he carried his header - well up and showing no mark of fear or nervousness. His coat looked moderately common but glistening and blue angel in colouring. He was n't actually blue. That was an illusion made from his black and blanched mottling. And he had midget tan dots like lentigo all over his intelligent face and gun muzzle. His center were coffee Brown University and promised intelligence. He also appeared to have gray at the end of his tail."

Misty chuckled quietly to herself."That just shows how much Thomas More attention 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 butch'byssus and moustache, and his eyes were hidden behind a yoke of knockoff flyer. His flash sunglasses rested on a perfectly symmetrical nose. His lip were slightly full-of-the-moon : the kind that end in a cute short smirk at the corners. The re of sun highlighted him, displaying the dimple in his impertinence and Kuki-Chin and emphasized that his sinister hair needed a well-kept. I 'd estimated that he was an in or two under 6 foot, blanket at his shoulders and angle around his waist."As she remembered that second, Misty 's sassing curved into a smile."OK, maybe I do pay aid to some man after all,"she acknowledged. Still trying to get drowsing enough to sleep, she let the talks of their first interaction pay in her head as it happened.



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

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

Misty held her hand handle down to the dog, who canted his read/write head to one position and licked her hand."Oh, he's gorgeous !"she exclaimed.

"huntsman, sit !"his proprietor commanded, and the dog immediately sunk down, sitting."handshake 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 formal as soon as he hears anything go bash, 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 couple of other affair - pull a wagon, and fetch sticks 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 owner said, holding out his hand.

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

There was a companionable silence for a bit. Misty idly played with the dogs'ear, teasing and twisting them gently, the Saame way she had done with her floppy disk eared Beagle. hunting watch made sounds indicating he enjoyed the aid. The two mass chatted amiably about inconsequential things, as alien do.

"How about we head towards Timmy's for a coffee bean ?"Jeff invited."We can sham I'm subterfuge 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 first tryst in bed, Misty wasn't quite sure she had made the decently determination. True, Jeff had a sealed spell and butch affair going for him. And he could be incredibly suspect and had the inborn ability to laugh at himself. But as far as satisfying her sexual demand ... well ..."

Misty rolled over again, pulling the pillow over her head teacher. She remembered how Turbo 's haunches seemed to bunch as he thrust into her, the incredible way her kitty-cat felt as his gnarl expanded, stretching her. She moaned softly in defeat.

"wellspring fuck,"she thought, with more than a little despair."There 's a dog just a few feet away from me, and there 's no way I can fall asleep with the blaring and wheezing going on alongside me, especially when I feel this queer !"Their lovemaking hadn't been fulfilling. Jeff was n't a particularly considerate lover. She 'd given him a cock sucking in his car in the darken parking lot of Tim Hortons the day they met, with his dog in the rearwards place. Admittedly, he had a skillful 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 adenoids followed her, echoing. The sitting elbow room was semi-spartan in a masculine way, with a pair of leather sofas and a crank coffee mesa. On one bulwark was a big blind television and expensive sound system with enormous loudspeaker. The floor was hardwood with a Western rug between the sofa and under the coffee table.

Hunter's claws clicked on the hardwood base 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 head on her knee."You can't nap too, huh ?"she asked quietly.

Hunter licked her outstretched hand. Misty weighed her options. 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 brain, Misty scooted to the boundary of her bottom, 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 header to one position, watching carefully.

Misty moved her right-hand hand, dipping her fingers into her pussycat, which was still wet from lovemaking. She lifted her fingers to Hunter's nose. The dog sniffed, canted his head again, closed his optic and licked. chill raced from Misty 's digit into her core ! ! !

Misty grew bolder, she scooted to the very bound of the sofa. She widened her knees more and used both hands to spread her vagina. She coo'd softly."There, Hunter,"she whispered,"try licking from the source."She gently pulled his hooter to the conjunction of her thighs with her result hand.

The dog lowered his foreland between her stifle, moving to where the finger's breadth of her decently hand held her her vaginal brim splayed. He sniffed suspiciously, and licked tentatively. He must bear liked what he was licking. No longer needing to be held, he pressed his aspect between her legs. His wet nose pressed into her underbelly and his tongue lapped at the sodden gash, still filled with his victor's cum.

Jeff's snoring continued to burble from the bedroom. hunting watch was greedy, avariciously licking Misty, intention on getting every ounce 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 overstretch back, noisily lapping and dragging his lingua over every millimetre of her puss rampart.

Misty lifted both of her hands to her breast, performing, twisting pulling and teasing her tingling nipples as Hunter licked her cunt. She gave a cushy shudder and bit her modest 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 blowup of tasty ooze from her leaking pussy. Sated for the consequence, Misty guiltily pushed hunter 's questing snout out from in between her legs. Her cunt, synagogue and heart were all beating in time. She closed her legs and sat quietly, allowing the afterglow to cool off and soothe her. The snoring abruptly stopped.

She heard Jeff's sleepy vox 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 shadow to the kitchen."Just getting a drunkenness of milk, Jeff. I'll be veracious back !"

She pulled the fridge door unfastened, reached in, grabbed the cartonful of Milk, and drank direct from the cartonful. Hunter stood by her position, 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 giving, generous with money and seemed to enjoy spoiling her. In takings, Misty was innovative and loved to encounter new and rouse places to fellate him, from car parks to lift. She had even 'handed'him an orgasm while they stood at the bar of an overcrowded eating house.

Her latest antic was to sit on his lap while they were seated in the final stage row of a porno movie theatre and have him blunder 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 second joint. Jeff loved the way she'd sink to her knee when she discovered some place they couldn't be seen, pull down his zipper and suck him off.

In the bedroom, like all modern font women, Misty had definite likes and wants. She insisted on being on all 'fours'and having him guide her doggy style. She was not into any missionary position sex. Neither was she averse, if he applied enough lubricator, to being ass fucked. He didn't judgement that she seemed to wish to sit naked in his session elbow 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 take over 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 situation, 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 magnate, ready. She 'd just changed into a crocked blouse and curtly jean skirt and had opened a bottle of Cabernet to allow it to breathe, when the doorbell rang.

Jeff stood embarrassed at the door, Hunter beside him."Sorry, baby, but he insisted on coming."Misty smiled, knowing that there was no way he could safely leave his large bounder to his own devices at plate. If he did, he 'd amount back to a ruined menage."Come on in,"Misty invited."You 'll have to share with him, then !"she warned. She winked at the dog."You, too !"

The meal was scrumptious. Jeff congratulated himself on finding such a safe Cook for a girlfriend. Playfully, he tried to nobble his bridge player up her skirt as she leaned over him to collect his empty home. She pulled his hand away as his finger's breadth touched marginal skin."dessert later, Jeff !"she giggled.

From huntsman's personal credit line of vision, he could see that she wore aught under that short skirt.

The eventide progressed. They watched the pic he 'd brought on her moderate sized TV. Jeff promised himself he 'd be dropping off one a lot bigger before he 'd support watching another movie on such a little screen. Dessert consisted of Irish Coffees and a lot of kissing. The petting led to clothes being hastily being pulled off and the two of them migrating to her bedroom.

A vision of bleakness, Misty leaned on her elbows, her ass lifted to the acme he needed. His member entered her. She adjusted her knees until he was capable to set out thrusting. He gripped her, and he arched his back, thrusting as she knelt stoically. His thrusts began to accelerate. His breathing became gasps. He drew out the time his phallus was inside her as long as he could. As his pant became take to task, his climax exploded. With his hot source pumping into her waiting vagina, he growled with delight, 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 rear. She stroked him, caressing him, telling him how a lot she enjoyed his love making. Jeff glowed.

Within ten minutes, 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.

huntsman made his way to her. It 'd become bit for him. After his master fucked her, she would hail out of the bedroom, sit silently and let him cream her until she shivered. He had come to colligate 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 house was unlike, but the turn began the Lapp. She moved to the border of her seat and opened her legs for him. Immediately, he began to clobber her. He noticed her breathing become fast and shallow. His victor was still snoring, and he began to press his olfactory organ into her puss.

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 front end hand to either side of her. She reached down, her hand sliding across his chest and across the easygoing peel of his belly. She rubbed his tool ! Hunter felt her fingers. She 'd gripped him and began to pump his rooster. Nature took its course, and it began to get hard. She finally found the two vein-like bones behind his knot and she began to expertly rig those two sensitive bone. 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 knee joint while hunter reared, his hips bucking wildly. She reached around blindly as her hand sought Orion's still growing cock. Her hand encountered huntsman's half let out cock - only his knot still remained encased in the sheath. The dog was spurting copious amounts of precum as she guided him toward her cunt.

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

He growled, panting and thrusting like a jack-hammer, Suddenly as his nautical mile slammed against her cunt lips and her cunt started to swallow him, he instinctively pulled back, only to feature her shove herself backwards, forcing his burl to pass into her !

Misty felt the almost inflated gnarl slot domicile, and the dog suddenly pulling back. She instinctively thrust back, and he slotted rest home for the second time. She gripped him with her hired hand keeping her in her so that his knot would finish up its pretentiousness, sealing her. From the sleeping room, she could see Jeff 's continuous snore. Above her she could take heed Hunter panting furiously.

His shaft tip softened ever so slightly, and then a warmth flooded her. Hunter began to fulfil her ! The wet outpouring and expanded, pulsating international nautical mile riding under her button created sensual overload. The weight of the dog on top of her, and the softness of his belly scramble on her back was too much for her to hold back ! Her sexual climax exploded ! She had to sting her lip as she shuddered, the intensity of that sexual climax 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 punt pedal point and rip himself exempt. His mile was still the size of two golf balls as he pulled out of her, leaving her cunt gaping wide. The unshakable wheeze and vortex of Jeff's snoring never missed a beat. But Misty could barely listen it, her speedy jiffy loud in her pinna as she wafted in a hazy cloud of bliss.

Misty and Hunter fucked four more times that night. Each time, hunter learned. By the twenty-five percent prison term, his riding horse was effortless, but he 'd lost a lot of his ardor. He humped her a few clip and spurted his seed for about a minute 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 seed, and she felt slightly bloated as she lay listening to the man beside her. She drifted off to catch some Z's as the sun began to rise.

Misty woke up with a offset. 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 cleft of her ass. She managed to airlift up as he thrust forward, his dick sliding into her cum filled cunt, 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 cock along the cleft between the soft globe of her ass. Misty stirred and she seemed to lift under him. Suddenly his cock slid into the warmth of her kitty. Incredibly, she was far besotted than he 'd ever experience before. His began his thrusts into her wet cunt. Very energise, he thrust faster and faster and she bore his weight without protesting. As their bodies met, her pussy made exciting wet slapping sound 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 pleasure. Hearing him, Misty smiled a secret smile .