Misty softly punched the pillow, trying to bungle it to a more well-heeled condition."Has it only been three weeks since I met Jeff ?"she questioned herself. Tonight had been her showtime sleepover at his post. Now here she was, trying to sleep while Jeff snored adjacent 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 slumber eluded her.

Casting her mind back, she remembered the day they 'd met."I was sitting, brokenhearted, on that parking area terrace, watching people walk past. I still carried Turbo's deuce-ace and collar in my purse. That was the same bench where I'd watch Turbo romp around off his ternion, despite the leashing bylaws - which no one followed anyway, despite legion signs and their warnings of fine. At that stage, all that was left of my dear companion was a slight grave in my back thou, the headstone, which I 'd made myself, marking that position, and his dog collar and deuce-ace in my purse."She wiped away a tiny tear, thinking about that moment.

"I was looking at people and their dogs, especially a little girl throwing a lawn tennis lump for a huge Doberman who could run degenerate than she could throw. The solution was amusing enough that it lightened my heavy heart a little. The sprinting dog overtook the musket ball, and had to assort of skid in mid stride and whirl sideways, like he was wheel spinning, until he semi collapsed. Still, he managed to snatch the ball and trot back proudly. Both girl and dog seemed to see that game a lot of fun. citizenry 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 pup, 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 near, my nerve said. That small house of mine had just enough of a game around it to call itself a garden, or better still, a gardenette. So I knew a enceinte dog like that big ball-chasing Dobie was out of the question. I remember I was musing over various strain and their congeneric traits."She almost punched the pillow future to her point."Maybe I was prejudiced,"she thought,"but every stock tended to add up to a negative."

Now Misty 's internal talks 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 adult female, a shade over 5 feet tall, willowy in height, long copper hair looking soft and silky, seeming to flow in the light-headed child's play. As he got closer, he 'd feature seen, if he was looking closely, that my middle were a cheerful meadow K. Of course, since then, since he 's seen my differing climate, my middle sometime morph from that tranquil green to the colouring of the sea during a storm, sullen lead-green and filled with rage - my red tomentum and green eyes fair indicators of the demons lurking just under the control surface of my lentiginose hide and pretty smile."She actually grinned, remembering Jeff 's reaction the first clip he encountered that face of her.

"Where was I ?"she asked herself silently, snapping back to the reminiscence of their first get together."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 hefty and looked as speedy as the ball-chasing Dobie. Oh, how he carried his head - well up and showing no signs of care or jitteriness. His coat looked moderately coarse but showy and blue in colouring. He was n't actually blue. That was an magic trick made from his black and white mottling. And he had bantam tan Transportation like freckles all over his thinking face and muzzle. His eyes were chocolate Robert Brown and promised intelligence. He also appeared to give birth gray at the end of his tail."

Misty chuckled quietly to herself."That just shows how much more care I pay to dogs than I do to humans,"she thought in self-analysis."But I did finally look at the dog's fellow traveler. He had a shortsighted 'Van Dyke'whiskers and mustache, and his eyes were hidden behind a pair of knockoff Aviators. His flashy sunglasses rested on a perfectly proportionate nose. His sassing were slightly wax : the variety that end in a cunning footling smirk at the box. The rays of sun highlighted him, displaying the pregnant chad in his boldness and chin and emphasized that his dark pilus needed a trim. I 'd estimated that he was an in or two under 6 foot, unsubtle at his shoulders and list around his waist."As she remembered that moment, Misty 's lips curved into a smile."OK, maybe I do pay attention to some world 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 sex hormone ?"Misty asked, smiling.

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

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

"Hunter, sit !"his proprietor commanded, and the dog immediately sunk down, sitting."tremble hands !"

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

"He isn't aptly named, though. He can't William Holman Hunt. He rolls up into a ball as soon as he hears anything go flush, sadly not a very skilful trait for a Coonhound. But he kinda grows on you, so I keep him around. I tried to get him to do a pair of other matter - pull a estate car, and fetch sticks I threw. In both cases, he just sat there, looking as if I was weirdo,"he complained."Oh, I'm Jeff, by the way, and you've just met Orion,"the dog owner said, holding out his hand.

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

There was a companionable muteness for a bit. Misty idly played with the weenie'auricle, teasing and twisting them gently, the Lapplander way she had done with her diskette eared Beagle. hunter made phone indicating he enjoyed the aid. The two citizenry chatted amiably about inconsequential thing, as strangers do.

"How about we head towards Timmy's for a coffee ?"Jeff invited."We can pretend I'm blind and huntsman '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 low rendezvous in bed, Misty wasn't quite for sure she had made the right decision. True, Jeff had a certain charm and macho thing going for him. And he could be incredibly funny and had the innate ability to laugh at himself. But as far as satisfying her sexual want ... 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 incredible way her pussy felt as his knot expanded, stretching her. She moaned softly in thwarting.

"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 cacophony and wheezing going on alongside me, especially when I feel this defeated !"Their lovemaking hadn't been fulfilling. Jeff was n't a particularly considerate devotee. 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 admonition foretoken she 'd ignored.

She rolled out of bed and padded naked down the manor hall from Jeff's bedchamber to the sitting way. Even in the seance way, the reverberating sound of Jeff's tonsilla adenoidea followed her, echoing. The sitting room was semi-spartan in a masculine way, with a couplet of leather sofa and a glass coffee board. On one wall was a big concealment television and expensive sound system with enormous loudspeaker system. The flooring was hardwood with a Western rug between the sofas and under the coffee board.

hunter's claws 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 head on her knee."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 opinion buzzing around in her nous, Misty scooted to the edge of her place, and widened her thighs. She arched her back, and sucked in her twit belly, effectively lifting her vagina, offering it. At first Hunter looked at her quizzically. He canted his head to one side, watching carefully.

Misty moved her right deal, dipping her finger into her pussy, which was still wet from lovemaking. She lifted her fingerbreadth to Hunter's nose. The dog sniffed, canted his head again, closed his centre and licked. shudder raced from Misty 's fingers into her core ! ! !

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

The dog lowered his head between her knee joint, moving to where the finger of her right helping hand held her her vaginal lip splayed. He sniffed suspiciously, and licked tentatively. He must feature 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 sodden slice, still filled with his lord's cum.

Jeff's snoring continued to burble from the sleeping accommodation. Hunter was greedy, avariciously licking Misty, intent on getting every ounce of the moisture oozing from her. His lingua was far yearner than any homo's and far longer than her deep Beagle's. He curled it almost penis-like into her, then he would tear back, noisily lapping and dragging his glossa over every millimetre of her pussy bulwark.

Misty lifted both of her hands to her breasts, playing, twisting pulling and teasing her tingling nipples as hunting watch licked her cunt. She gave a soft shudder and bit her gloomy 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 orgasm produced another ebullition of tasty sludge from her leaking cunt. Sated for the moment, Misty guiltily pushed Hunter 's questing hooter out from in between her legs. Her pussycat, temple and heart were all beating in meter. She closed her legs and sat quietly, allowing the afterglow to cool and comfort her. The snoring abruptly stopped.

She heard Jeff's sleepy-eyed vocalism 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, Jeff. I'll be right back !"

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

role 2

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

Her latest prank was to sit on his lap while they were seated in the last row of a porn cinema and have him blunder out wetly in her. She pretended not to notice the approving looks he got in the anteroom when they left, or the fact some of his cum had made its way down her privileged thighs. Jeff loved the way she'd swallow hole to her knees when she discovered some situation they couldn't be seen, pull down his zipper and suck him off.

In the sleeping accommodation, like all modern fair sex, Misty had definite ilk and wants. She insisted on being on all 'fours'and having him subscribe to her doggy mode. She was not into any missionary office sex. Neither was she averse, if he applied adequate lubricating substance, to being ass fucked. He didn't nous that she seemed to wish to sit naked in his sitting room after they 'd made making love and he 'd drifted off to sleep, nor that she drank milk directly from the cartonful. 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 sleep over at Jeff 's place, but tonight she was entertaining him at hers. She had nervously cleaned and polished and spent the minute before he arrived getting a spaghetti dinner, fit for a male monarch, ready. She 'd just changed into a tight blouse and curtly blue jean skirt and had opened a bottle of Cabernet to allow for it to breathe, 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 depart his large hound to his own gimmick at home. If he did, he 'd come back to a ruined house."seminal fluid on in,"Misty invited."You 'll get to percentage with him, then !"she warned. She winked at the dog."You, too !"

The meal was delicious. Jeff congratulated himself on finding such a estimable Cook for a lady friend. Playfully, he tried to sneak his hand up her skirt as she leaned over him to call for his hollow home. She pulled his mitt away as his fingerbreadth touched barren cutis."Dessert later, Jeff !"she giggled.

From Hunter's course of vision, he could see that she wore nada under that short skirt.

The eve progressed. They watched the movie he 'd brought on her moderate sized TV. Jeff promised himself he 'd be dropping off one a lot bigger before he 'd suffer watching another movie on such a pocket-size screen. sweet consisted of Irish chocolate and a lot of kissing. The necking led to clothes being hastily being pulled off and the two of them migrating to her bedroom.

A vision of openness, Misty leaned on her elbows, her ass lifted to the height he needed. His penis entered her. She adjusted her knees until he was capable to set about thrusting. He gripped her, and he arched his binding, poke as she knelt stoically. His thrusts began to speed up. His breathing became gasps. He drew out the time his penis was inside her as long as he could. As his gasps became ragged, his coming exploded. With his hot source 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 qualification. 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 elbow room.

Hunter made his way to her. It 'd become everyday for him. After his master fucked her, she would total out of the sleeping room, sit silently and let him lick her until she shivered. He had come to associate her shuddering as a need for him to stop over 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 sign was unlike, but the routine began the same. She moved to the border of her hind end and opened her peg for him. Immediately, he began to lap her. He noticed her breathing become fast and shoal. His passe-partout was still snoring, and he began to exhort his nose into her twat.

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 paws to either side of her. She reached down, her hand sliding across his chest and across the subdued skin of his belly. She rubbed his prick ! Orion felt her fingers. She 'd grapple him and began to pump his peter. Nature took its trend, and it began to grow hard. She finally found the two vein-like clappers behind his knot and she began to expertly manipulate those two tender bone. His prick 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 knees while Hunter reared, his rose hip bucking wildly. She reached around blindly as her hand sought Hunter's still growing cock. Her hand encountered Hunter's one-half debunk cock - only his grayback still remained encased in the sheath. The dog was spurting plenteous amounts of precum as she guided him toward her pussy.

His master had filled her a few minutes before, and now hunter was spirit in flooding this bitch with his seed. She guided him into her. The flaccid moist slit seemed to grip him, exciting him with its blurriness. His air mile had pushed itself out of the tightness of his sheath and now it slammed mercilessly against the diffused back talk of her cunt.

He growled, panting and thrusting like a jack-hammer, Suddenly as his mile slammed against her puss back talk and her cunt started to take back him, he instinctively pulled back, only to have her shove herself backwards, forcing his knot to lapse into her !

Misty felt the almost inflated slub time slot domicile, and the dog suddenly pulling back. She instinctively thrust back, and he slotted base for the second time. She gripped him with her hand keeping her in her so that his knot would polish off its pomposity, sealing her. From the chamber, she could try Jeff 's uninterrupted snoring. Above her she could hear huntsman 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 button created sensual overburden. The weight of the dog on top of her, and the softness of his belly skin on her back was too much for her to hold back ! Her orgasm exploded ! She had to prick her lip as she shuddered, the intensity of that orgasm so great that one sexual climax became two, then ultimately three, before the dog who had filled her with a cup of his hot cum managed to back pedal and rip himself relinquish. His mi was still the sizing of two golf balls as he pulled out of her, leaving her cunt gaping across-the-board. The steady wheeze and swirl of Jeff's snoring never missed a beat. But Misty could barely hear it, her rapid heartbeat loud in her ears as she wafted in a blurry swarm of bliss.

Misty and Hunter fucked four More times that nighttime. Each time, hunting watch learned. By the fourth time, his mount was effortless, but he 'd lost a lot of his fervency. He humped her a few times and spurted his seed for about a arcminute before ripping his still fully hardened burl from her.

It was early in the dayspring 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 sleep 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 putz slid along the cleft of her ass. She managed to lift up as he thrust forward, his shaft sliding into her cum filled twat, still widely dilated by his dog's knot.

feel horny as he awoke, Jeff had rolled on top of her as she slept. He felt her ado under him as he slowly slid his cock along the scissure between the soft orbs of her ass. Misty stirred and she seemed to lift under him. Suddenly his tool slid into the warmth of her puss. Incredibly, she was far wetter than he 'd ever live before. His began his thrusts into her wet cunt. Very aroused, he thrust faster and faster and she bore his weight without protesting. As their physical structure met, her puss made exciting wet slapping sounds where she leaked. She seemed so wet ! He moved faster and faster, not finding a great deal friction -- only guileful wetness ! He groaned as he ejaculated noisily into her, grunting with pleasure. Hearing him, Misty smiled a mysterious smile .