Misty softly punched the pillow, trying to muck up it to a more comfortable shape."Has it only been three week since I met Jeff ?"she questioned herself. Tonight had been her number one 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 less than thoroughgoing lover. She tossed and turned, but the snoring reverberated, and sleep eluded her.

Casting her intellect back, she remembered the day they 'd met."I was sitting, brokenhearted, on that park work bench, watching multitude walk past. I still carried Turbo's triplet and arrest in my bag. That was the Lapp workbench where I'd watch Turbo romp around off his leash, despite the leashing bylaws - which no one followed anyway, despite numerous signs and their word of advice of mulct. At that percentage point, all that was left of my honey companion was a little grave in my back yard, the gravestone, which I 'd made myself, marking that place, and his catch and lead in my purse."She wiped away a tiny bout, thinking about that moment.

"I was looking at people and their frank, especially a slight girl throwing a tennis ball for a immense Doberman who could run faster than she could cast off. The issue was laughable enough that it lightened my heavy heart a little. The sprinting dog overtook the ball, and had to sort of skid in mid stride and spin sideways, like he was bicycle spinning, until he semi collapsed. Still, he managed to snatch the ball and trot back proudly. Both girl and dog seemed to find that game a lot of fun. citizenry watching were smiling indulgently."

There in Jeff 's bed, Misty took a slow, inscrutable 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 heart said. That humble 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 big dog like that big ball-chasing Dobie was out of the query. I remember I was musing over assorted breeds and their comparative 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 intragroup dialogue shifted. She tried to reckon what Jeff must 've seen as he strolled closer."Hopefully, I was a somewhat motion-picture show, sitting on that work bench. He 'd had seen a fair sex, a shade over 5 feet improbable, willowy in stature, hanker fuzz whisker looking soft and sleek, seeming to flow in the unaccented breeze. As he got closer, he 'd birth seen, if he was looking closely, that my eyes were a pollyannaish meadow green. Of line, since then, since he 's seen my differing moods, my eyes sometime morph from that tranquil jet to the colour of the sea during a storm, sullen lead-green and filled with furor - my red hair and greenish eyes fair indicators of the demon lurking just under the surface of my freckled skin and pretty smile."She actually grinned, remembering Jeff 's chemical reaction the first of all clock time he encountered that aspect of her.

"Where was I ?"she asked herself silently, snapping back to the recollection of their beginning 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 head - well up and showing no polarity of fear or nervousness. His coat looked moderately coarse but glossy and gloomy in colouring. He was n't actually blue. That was an illusion made from his black and white-hot mottling. And he had tiny tan dots like freckles all over his healthy human face and gag. His eyes were deep brown brown and promised intelligence. He also appeared to take in gray at the end of his tail."

Misty chuckled quietly to herself."That just shows how much Thomas More attending I pay to hot dog than I do to humans,"she thought in self-analysis."But I did finally bet at the dog's companion. He had a little 'Van Dyke'beard and mustache, and his optic were hidden behind a couple of knockoff Aviators. His tacky sunglasses rested on a perfectly symmetrical nose. His lips were slightly broad : the sort that end in a cute little smirk at the box. The irradiation of sun highlighted him, displaying the dimples in his cheeks and chin and emphasized that his dark hair needed a trim. I 'd estimated that he was an inch or two under 6 foot, broad at his shoulders and tip around his waist."As she remembered that bit, Misty 's brim curved into a smile."OK, maybe I do pay attention to some humans after all,"she acknowledged. Still trying to get drowsy enough to sleep, she let the negotiation of their world-class fundamental 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 young lady he meets."He smiled."No, he's a good ol'Bluetick, but the only thing he ever hunts is the best place to lay down."

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

"Hunter, sit !"his owner commanded, and the dog immediately sunk down, sitting."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 ball as soon as he hears anything go kick, sadly not a very expert 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 things - pull a wagon, and fetch joystick I threw. In both sheath, he just sat there, looking as if I was demented,"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 mitt."Hi, I'm Misty, pleased to satisfy you both,"Misty replied by way of introduction.

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

"How about we head towards Timmy's for a chocolate ?"Jeff invited."We can pretend I'm screen and Hunter 's my religious 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 as shooting she had made the aright 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 motive ... well ..."

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

"Well fuck,"she thought, with more than 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 sexual love hadn't been fulfilling. Jeff was n't a particularly considerate buff. 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 binding bottom. Admittedly, he had a nice car. Naturally she 'd swallowed. He had n't reciprocated. Maybe that was a admonition sign she 'd ignored.

She rolled out of bed and padded naked down the Radclyffe Hall from Jeff's bedroom to the sitting room. Even in the sitting elbow room, the reverberating auditory sensation of Jeff's adenoid followed her, echoing. The sitting room was semi-spartan in a masculine way, with a couplet of leather sofas and a glass burnt umber table. On one paries was a big screen television and expensive sound system with enormous speakers. The floor was hardwood with a Western rug between the couch and under the coffee mesa.

Orion's nipper 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 chief on her genu."You can't sleep too, huh ?"she asked quietly.

Hunter licked her outstretched deal. 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 thought 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 number one Orion looked at her quizzically. He canted his headway to one incline, watching carefully.

Misty moved her veracious hand, dipping her digit into her pussy, which was still wet from lovemaking. She lifted her fingers to huntsman's nose. The dog sniffed, canted his school principal again, closed his heart and licked. shake raced from Misty 's fingers into her core ! ! !

Misty grew bolder, she scooted to the very edge of the lounge. She widened her knees More and used both hands to open her vagina. She coo'd softly."There, Hunter,"she whispered,"try licking from the source."She gently pulled his snout to the juncture of her thigh with her odd deal.

The dog lowered his caput between her articulatio genus, moving to where the fingers of her good hand held her her vaginal lip splayed. He sniffed suspiciously, and licked tentatively. He must let 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 tongue lapped at the sodden slash, still filled with his skipper's cum.

Jeff's snoring continued to burble from the bedroom. Orion was greedy, avariciously licking Misty, intention on getting every ounce of the moisture oozing from her. His tongue was far longer than any human's and far longsighted than her late Beagle's. He curled it almost penis-like into her, then he would draw in back, noisily lapping and dragging his tongue over every millimetre of her snatch walls.

Misty lifted both of her hands to her breasts, playing, twisting pulling and teasing her tingling nipple as Hunter licked her snatch. She gave a soft shudder and bit her downhearted lip as she experienced her low gear orgasm of the day. The dog didn't seem to care she was cumming, he licked. He had more to lap now, as her orgasm produced another gush of tasty ooze from her leaking cunt. Sated for the moment, Misty guiltily pushed Hunter 's questing snout out from in between her wooden leg. Her pussy, tabernacle and heart were all whacking in time. She closed her legs and sat quietly, allowing the afterglow to cool and solace her. The snoring abruptly stopped.

She heard Jeff's sleepyheaded voice calling."babe ? Where are you ?"

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

She pulled the fridge threshold out-of-doors, reached in, grabbed the carton of milk, and drink in direct from the carton. 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 calendar month. He was handsome, generous with money and seemed to savor spoiling her. In retort, Misty was innovational and loved to observe new and exciting places to blow him, from car Rosa Parks to elevator. She had even 'handed'him an orgasm while they stood at the bar of an overcrowded restaurant.

Her latest trick was to sit on his lap while they were seated in the shoemaker's last row of a porno cinema and have him ejaculate wetly in her. She pretended not to notice the approval looks he got in the lobby when they left, or the fact some of his cum had made its way down her inner thighs. Jeff loved the way she'd sink to her genu when she discovered some place they couldn't be seen, pull down his zipper and suck him off.

In the chamber, like all modern font cleaning lady, Misty had definite like and wants. She insisted on being on all 'fours'and having him take her doggy stylus. She was not into any missionary emplacement sex. Neither was she averse, if he applied decent lubricator, 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 consent 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 Martin Luther King, ready. She 'd just changed into a tight blouse and dead blue jean skirt and had opened a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon to earmark it to take a breath, when the bell rang.

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

The meal was pleasant-tasting. Jeff congratulated himself on finding such a honest cook for a girlfriend. Playfully, he tried to slip his hand up her skirt as she leaned over him to collect his empty plate. She pulled his script away as his fingers touched mere skin."Dessert later, Jeff !"she giggled.

From huntsman's line of vision, he could see that she wore zippo under that short-change skirt.

The evening progressed. They watched the moving picture he 'd play on her moderate sized TV. Jeff promised himself he 'd be dropping off one a lot boastful before he 'd suffer watching another movie on such a little screen. afters consisted of Irish whiskey java and a lot of kissing. The fondling led to apparel 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 pinnacle he needed. His penis entered her. She adjusted her knees until he was capable to begin thrusting. He gripped her, and he arched his back, poking as she knelt stoically. His thrusts began to speed. His respiration became gasps. He drew out the sentence his phallus was inside her as long as he could. As his gasps became call down, his orgasm exploded. With his hot seed 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 much she enjoyed his making love making. Jeff glowed.

Within ten minute of arc, Jeff was asleep. The sound of his snoring filled every way in her small house.

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

Hunter made his way to her. It 'd become number for him. After his master fucked her, she would arrive out of the bedroom, sit silently and let him clobber her until she shivered. He had come to associate her shuddering as a need for him to hold back licking, even though, when she shuddered, she tasted a lot better. He preferred the way she tasted after she shuddered, so he 'd cream harder and faster until she did.

Tonight, the house was different, but the routine began the same. She moved to the bound of her seat and opened her leg for him. Immediately, he began to lick her. He noticed her breathing become fast and shallow. His headmaster was still snoring, and he began to entreat his nose into her cunt.

Suddenly she scooted back. huntsman 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 presence paw to either side of her. She reached down, her hand sliding across his chest of drawers and across the soft skin of his belly. She rubbed his dick ! hunter felt her finger. She 'd gripped him and began to pump his cock. Nature took its course, and it began to grow hard. She finally found the two vein-like ivory behind his knot and she began to expertly manipulate those two sore bones. His cock surged from its cocktail dress and his hips began thrusting.

Misty slid under the dog as he began to hurtle mindlessly. She turned and slid down on to her knees while hunter reared, his hips bucking wildly. She reached around blindly as her hand sought huntsman's still growing cock. Her hand encountered Orion's half break rooster - only his knot still remained encased in the cocktail dress. The dog was spurting copious amounts of precum as she guided him toward her slit.

His master copy had filled her a few minutes before, and now Hunter was intent in flooding this bitch with his seed. She guided him into her. The cushy moist cunt seemed to grip him, exciting him with its gentleness. His knot had pushed itself out of the chokepoint 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 knot slammed against her cunt lips and her cunt started to swallow him, he instinctively pulled back, only to give birth her shove herself backwards, forcing his slub to bury into her !

Misty felt the almost inflated nautical mile slot home, and the dog suddenly pulling back. She instinctively thrust back, and he slotted domicile for the second time. She gripped him with her hired hand keeping her in her so that his slub would complete its pretentiousness, sealing her. From the sleeping room, she could pick up Jeff 's uninterrupted snoring. Above her she could hear Hunter panting furiously.

His cock tip softened ever so slightly, and then a affectionateness flooded her. Orion began to fill her ! The wet flood and expanded, pulsating grayback riding under her button created sensual overburden. The weight of the dog on top of her, and the effeminateness of his belly skin on her back was too much for her to hold back ! Her coming exploded ! She had to sting 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 semen managed to back treadle and rip himself free. His naut mi was still the size of two golf ball as he pulled out of her, leaving her snatch gaping wide. The calm wheeze and swirl of Jeff's snoring never missed a meter. But Misty could barely hear it, her rapid jiffy loud in her ears as she wafted in a foggy cloud of bliss.

Misty and Hunter fucked four Thomas More times that night. Each time, Hunter learned. By the fourth time, his setting was effortless, but he 'd miss a lot of his fervor. He humped her a few times and spurted his seed for about a moment 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 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 belly and Jeff was above her. Instinctively she drew her knee joint under her as Jeff's hammer slid along the cleft of her ass. She managed to get up up as he thrust forward, his tool sliding into her cum filled slit, still widely dilated by his dog's nautical mile.

feel 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 easy orb of her ass. Misty stirred and she seemed to lift under him. Suddenly his cock slid into the fondness of her cunt. Incredibly, she was far bed wetter than he 'd ever experienced before. His began his thrusts into her wet cunt. Very aroused, he thrust faster and faster and she bore his weight unit without protesting. As their eubstance met, her twat made exciting wet slapping strait where she leaked. She seemed so wet ! He moved faster and faster, not finding much friction -- only slick wetness ! He groaned as he ejaculated noisily into her, grunting with pleasance. Hearing him, Misty smiled a secret grinning .