Misty softly punched the pillow, trying to botch 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 place. Now here she was, trying to sleep while Jeff snored succeeding to her. Not only couldn't she sleep, but Jeff had turned out to be a less than perfect lover. She tossed and turned, but the snoring reverberated, and sopor eluded her.

Casting her judgment back, she remembered the day they 'd met."I was sitting, brokenhearted, on that Mungo Park terrace, watching people walk past. I still carried Turbo's leash and arrest in my purse. That was the Saame bench where I'd watch Turbo romp around off his leash, despite the leashing bylaws - which no one followed anyway, despite numerous signs and their warnings of fines. At that point, all that was left of my love fellow traveller was a little tomb in my back yard, the headstone, which I 'd made myself, marking that spot, and his collar and leash in my purse."She wiped away a flyspeck tear, thinking about that moment.

"I was looking at mass and their dogs, especially a little fille throwing a lawn tennis ball for a immense Doberman who could run faster than she could give. The result was laughable enough that it lightened my great heart a trivial. The sprinting dog overtook the ball, and had to separate of brake shoe in mid stride and spin sideways, like he was wheel spinning, until he semi collapsed. Still, he managed to kidnap the formal and clip back proudly. Both fille and dog seemed to chance that game a lot of fun. People 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 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 family of mine had just enough of a plot around it to call itself a garden, or just 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 breeds and their congeneric traits."She almost punched the pillow adjacent to her point."Maybe I was prejudiced,"she thought,"but every breed 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 pretty picture, sitting on that bench. He 'd had seen a woman, a shade over 5 foundation tall, willowy in height, foresightful copper whisker looking soft and silky, seeming to flow in the light breeze. As he got closer, he 'd suffer seen, if he was looking closely, that my eyes were a cheerful meadow green. Of course, since then, since he 's seen my differing moods, my heart sometime morph from that tranquil green to the coloring of the sea during a storm, sullen lead-green and filled with madness - my red hairsbreadth and green eye bonnie index number of the demon lurking just under the aerofoil of my lentiginous peel and pretty smile."She actually grinned, remembering Jeff 's reaction the number 1 time he encountered that scene of her.

"Where was I ?"she asked herself silently, snapping back to the reminiscence of their first meeting."I sat, enjoying the warmth of the sun, when a dog trotted up to me. While he resembled my latterly Beagle, I noted that he was much taller and broader. He was brawny and looked as speedy as the ball-chasing Dobie. Oh, how he carried his psyche - well up and showing no signs of fear or jitteriness. His coat looked moderately coarse but shiny and dark in colouring. He was n't actually blue. That was an deception made from his inkiness and white mottling. And he had petite tan dots like lentigo all over his intelligent cheek and gag. His eyes were hot chocolate brown and promised intelligence. He also appeared to possess gray at the end of his tail."

Misty chuckled quietly to herself."That just shows how much more attention I pay to dogs than I do to humans,"she thought in self-analysis."But I did finally face at the dog's associate. He had a short 'Van dyke'face fungus and mustache, and his center were hidden behind a pair of clone flyer. His brassy dark glasses rested on a perfectly symmetrical nose. His lips were slightly wide : the sort that end in a cute little smirk at the corner. The rays of sun highlighted him, displaying the dimples in his buttock and Kuki-Chin and emphasized that his dark tomentum needed a trim. I 'd estimated that he was an in or two under 6 infantry, broad at his articulatio humeri and lean around his waist."As she remembered that moment, Misty 's sass curved into a smile."OK, maybe I do pay aid to some human race after all,"she acknowledged. Still trying to get drowsing enough to sleep, she let the dialogue of their outset interaction pay in her fountainhead as it happened.



"Do you tip your Beagle steroids ?"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 lonesome affair he ever hunts is the best shoes to lay down."

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

"Hunter, sit !"his owner commanded, and the dog immediately sunk down, sitting."Shake script !"

The dog offered her his right wing paw, which Misty promptly shook. Misty giggled enjoy."I love his figure !"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 bang, sadly not a very commodity 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 - deplume a patrol wagon, and fetch peg I threw. In both display case, he just sat there, looking as if I was crazy,"he complained."Oh, I'm Jeff, by the way, and you've just met huntsman,"the dog owner said, holding out his hand.

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

There was a companionable secrecy for a bit. Misty idly played with the Canis familiaris'spike, teasing and twisting them gently, the same way she had done with her floppy eared Beagle. hunting watch made strait indicating he enjoyed the care. The two people chatted amiably about inconsequential matter, as alien do.

"How about we head towards Timmy's for a coffee ?"Jeff invited."We can pretend I'm blind and Hunter 's my table service dog."

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

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

Now, after their initiative tryst in bed, Misty wasn't quite sure as shooting she had made the right conclusion. True, Jeff had a certain charm and macho thing going for him. And he could be incredibly funny and had the innate ability to joke at himself. But as far as satisfying her sexual need ... well ..."

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

"Well fuck,"she thought, with more than a footling desperation."There 's a dog just a few feet 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 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 book binding bottom. Admittedly, he had a squeamish car. Naturally she 'd swallowed. He had n't reciprocated. Maybe that was a warning star sign she 'd ignored.

She rolled out of bed and padded naked down the hall from Jeff's sleeping accommodation to the sitting elbow room. Even in the session room, the reverberating audio of Jeff's tonsilla pharyngealis followed her, echoing. The sitting room was semi-spartan in a masculine way, with a pair of leather lounge and a glass deep brown table. On one wall was a big covert video and expensive sound system with tremendous Speaker. The floor was hardwood with a horse opera rug between the sofas and under the burnt umber table.

Hunter's claws clicked on the hardwood floor as he approached her from his pooch bed, which Jeff had moved into the kitchen. When the dog reached her, he yawned and stretched, and rested his headway on her knee."You can't slumber too, huh ?"she asked quietly.

Hunter licked her outstretched hired man. 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 mind, Misty scooted to the boundary of her seat, 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 headland to one face, watching carefully.

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

Misty grew bolder, she scooted to the very edge of the sofa. She widened her knees Sir Thomas More and used both manpower to open her vagina. She coo'd softly."There, Hunter,"she whispered,"try licking from the source."She gently pulled his schnozzle to the junction of her thigh with her entrust hand.

The dog lowered his heading between her articulatio genus, moving to where the fingers of her right script held her her vaginal lips splayed. He sniffed suspiciously, and licked tentatively. He must have liked what he was licking. No longer needing to be held, he pressed his typeface between her legs. His wet nose pressed into her underbelly and his tongue lapped at the sodden gash, still filled with his professional's cum.

Jeff's snoring continued to burble from the sleeping accommodation. Hunter was greedy, avariciously licking Misty, purpose on getting every ounce of the wet oozing from her. His tongue was far longer than any human being's and far longer than her recently Beagle's. He curled it almost penis-like into her, then he would pull back, noisily lapping and dragging his natural language over every millimetre of her cunt walls.

Misty lifted both of her hands to her white meat, playing, twisting pulling and teasing her tingling nipples as Hunter licked her cunt. She gave a soft shudder and bit her lower lip as she experienced her first orgasm of the day. The dog didn't seem to deal she was cumming, he licked. He had more to figure out now, as her orgasm produced another flush of tasty ooze from her leaking cunt. Sated for the consequence, Misty guiltily pushed Hunter 's questing snout out from in between her leg. Her puss, synagogue and heart were all beating in metre. She closed her peg and sat quietly, allowing the afterglow to chill and solace her. The snoring abruptly stopped.

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

She stood up, and Hunter followed her, his claw clicking on the hardwood as she made her way in the dark to the kitchen."Just getting a crapulence of milk, Jeff. I'll be properly back !"

She pulled the fridge threshold candid, reached in, grabbed the carton of milk, and tope direct from the carton. Orion stood by her side, watching and panting. As she put the Milk River back she whispered,"This is our hush-hush, boy !"

section 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 happen new and charge places to fellate him, from car parks to elevator. She had even 'handed'him an sexual climax while they stood at the bar of an overcrowded restaurant.

Her latest antic was to sit on his lap while they were seated in the hold up row of a porno cinema and have him ejaculate wetly in her. She pretended not to find the approval looks he got in the third house when they left, or the fact some of his cum had made its way down her inside thigh. Jeff loved the way she'd sink to her knees when she discovered some place they couldn't be seen, get out down his zipper and suck him off.

In the chamber, like all modern womanhood, Misty had definite like and wants. She insisted on being on all 'fours'and having him ingest her pooch vogue. She was not into any missionary position sex. Neither was she averse, if he applied enough 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 making love and he 'd drifted off to sleep, nor that she drank Milk River 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 Orion. All in all, they seemed very compatible.

Usually when they slept together, Misty would slumber over at Jeff 's station, 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 baron, ready. She 'd just changed into a tight blouse and short denim 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, Babe, but he insisted on coming."Misty smiled, knowing that there was no way he could safely get out his gravid heel to his own devices at home. If he did, he 'd come back to a ruined house."ejaculate on in,"Misty invited."You 'll suffer 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 near Cook for a girl. Playfully, he tried to lift his hand up her skirt as she leaned over him to collect his vacate plate. She pulled his manus away as his fingers touched publicise skin."sweet later, Jeff !"she giggled.

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

The eve progressed. They watched the film he 'd play on her restrained sized TV. Jeff promised himself he 'd be dropping off one a lot large before he 'd stick out watching another movie on such a small screen. Dessert consisted of Irish Coffees and a lot of kissing. The hugging led to clothes 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 superlative he needed. His penis entered her. She adjusted her genu until he was capable to begin thrusting. He gripped her, and he arched his back, thrusting as she knelt stoically. His thrusting began to accelerate. His breathing became gasp. He drew out the time his penis was inside her as long as he could. As his gasps became rile, his coming exploded. With his hot cum pumping into her waiting vagina, he growled with pleasance, 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 cover. She stroked him, caressing him, telling him how much she enjoyed his love life 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.

Hunter made his way to her. It 'd become bit for him. After his master fucked her, she would do out of the sleeping accommodation, sit silently and let him lick her until she shivered. He had come to consort her shuddering as a need for him to stop 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 different, but the routine began the same. She moved to the border of her prat and opened her peg for him. Immediately, he began to lick her. He noticed her breathing become immobile and shoal. His master copy was still snoring, and he began to entreat his nose into her slit.

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 figurehead mitt to either incline of her. She reached down, her hand sliding across his pectus and across the gentle hide of his belly. She rubbed his prick ! huntsman felt her fingers. She 'd grip him and began to pump his rooster. Nature took its path, and it began to grow hard. She finally found the two vein-like pearl behind his grayback and she began to expertly manipulate those two spiritualist bones. His cock surged from its cocktail dress and his hips began thrusting.

Misty slid under the dog as he began to lunge mindlessly. She turned and slid down on to her articulatio genus while hunter reared, his hips bucking wildly. She reached around blindly as her hand sought Hunter's still growing shaft. Her bridge player encountered Hunter's half expose pecker - only his air mile still remained encased in the sheath. The dog was spurting copious amounts of precum as she guided him toward her snatch.

His master had filled her a few second before, and now Orion was spirit in flooding this bitch with his source. She guided him into her. The subdued moist cunt seemed to fascinate him, exciting him with its gentleness. His knot had pushed itself out of the constriction of his sheath and now it slammed mercilessly against the soft rim of her cunt.

He growled, panting and thrusting like a jack-hammer, Suddenly as his burl slammed against her pussy lips and her slit started to withdraw him, he instinctively pulled back, only to have her shove herself backwards, forcing his mi to drop into her !

Misty felt the almost high-flown nautical mile expansion slot dwelling, and the dog suddenly pulling back. She instinctively thrust back, and he slotted menage for the second prison term. She gripped him with her hand keeping her in her so that his nautical mile would finish its pompousness, sealing her. From the bedroom, she could get word Jeff 's uninterrupted snore. Above her she could hear Hunter panting furiously.

His putz tip softened ever so slightly, and then a warmheartedness flooded her. Hunter began to fill her ! The wet flood and expanded, pulsating knot riding under her clit created sensual overburden. The weight of the dog on top of her, and the sissiness of his belly bark on her back was too practically for her to withstand back ! Her orgasm exploded ! She had to bite 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 back pedal point and rip himself free. His nautical mile was still the size of two golf clump as he pulled out of her, leaving her slit gaping wide. The firm wheeze and swirl of Jeff's snoring never missed a beatnik. But Misty could barely hear it, her rapid blink of an eye loud in her ear as she wafted in a hazy cloud of bliss.

Misty and Hunter fucked four more times that dark. Each sentence, Hunter learned. By the fourth part time, his mount was effortless, but he 'd lose a lot of his fervour. He humped her a few times and spurted his seed for about a second before ripping his still fully hardened knot from her.

It was early in the aurora 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 catch some 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 rooster slid along the cleft of her ass. She managed to hoist up as he thrust forward, his peter sliding into her cum filled cunt, still widely dilated by his dog's slub.

touch sensation 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 peter slid into the warmth of her pussy. Incredibly, she was far 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 without protesting. As their consistence met, her pussy made exciting wet slapping sounds 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 pleasure. Hearing him, Misty smiled a secret smile .