Misty softly punched the pillow, trying to bumble it to a more comfortable shape."Has it only been three weeks since I met Jeff ?"she questioned herself. Tonight had been her world-class 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 staring lover. She tossed and turned, but the snore reverberated, and sleep 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 deuce-ace and collar in my bag. That was the Lapplander Bench where I'd watch Turbo romp around off his collar, despite the leashing bylaws - which no one followed anyway, despite legion star sign and their admonition of fines. At that tip, all that was left of my beloved companion was a little tomb in my back G, the tombstone, which I 'd made myself, marking that speckle, and his collar and tierce in my purse."She wiped away a tiny binge, thinking about that moment.

"I was looking at citizenry and their dogs, especially a little fille throwing a tennis ball for a Brobdingnagian Doberman who could run truehearted than she could bedevil. The resolution was mirthful enough that it lightened my grave heart a piffling. The sprinting dog overtook the ball, and had to sort of skid in mid footstep and spin sideways, like he was wheel spinning, until he semi collapsed. Still, he managed to snatch the ball and trot back proudly. Both fille and dog seemed to discover that game a lot of fun. the great unwashed watching were smiling indulgently."

There in Jeff 's bed, Misty took a irksome, late 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 resent him. Obviously, he wouldn't be Turbo ! Perhaps another breed would be better, my spunk said. That modest household of mine had just enough of a plot around it to call itself a garden, or better still, a gardenette. So I knew a declamatory dog like that big ball-chasing Dobie was out of the question. I remember I was musing over versatile breeds and their congener traits."She almost punched the pillow next to her promontory."Maybe I was prejudiced,"she thought,"but every breed tended to add up to a negative."

Now Misty 's internal negotiation shifted. She tried to imagine what Jeff must 've seen as he strolled closer."Hopefully, I was a pretty pic, sitting on that bench. He 'd had seen a charwoman, a shade over 5 feet tall, willowy in height, long copper hair looking soft and slick, seeming to flow in the light breeze. As he got closer, he 'd birth seen, if he was looking closely, that my eyes were a cheerful hayfield green. Of path, since then, since he 's seen my differing moods, my centre sometime morph from that tranquil green to the colour of the sea during a storm, sullen lead-green and filled with craze - my red hair and unripened eyes fair indicators of the demon lurking just under the surface of my freckled skin 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 first meeting."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 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 signboard of fear or nervousness. His coating looked moderately coarse but glossy and Amytal in colouring. He was n't actually blue. That was an fantasy made from his black and white mottling. And he had tiny tan dots like lentigo all over his sound face and gag. His oculus were drinking chocolate brown and promised intelligence. He also appeared to feature 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 look at the dog's companion. He had a brusque 'Van Dyke'beard and moustache, and his eyes were hidden behind a dyad of knockoff Aviators. His tawdry dark glasses rested on a perfectly symmetric nose. His lips were slightly full : the kind that end in a cute small smirk at the turning point. The rays of sun highlighted him, displaying the dimple in his cheeks and chin and emphasized that his dark hair needed a trim down. I 'd estimated that he was an column inch or two under 6 understructure, broad at his berm and lean around his waist."As she remembered that moment, Misty 's brim curved into a smiling."OK, maybe I do pay attending to some humans after all,"she acknowledged. Still trying to get drowsy enough to catch some Z's, she let the dialogue of their get-go interaction pay in her head as it happened.



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

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

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

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

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

"He isn't aptly named, though. He can't hunt. He rolls up into a Lucille Ball as soon as he hears anything go bang, sadly not a very ripe 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 early things - pull a wagon, and fetch spliff I threw. In both cases, 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 possessor said, holding out his hand.

Misty took and shook Jeff's hired hand."Hi, I'm Misty, pleased to cope with 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 Saami way she had done with her floppy eared Beagle. Hunter made sounds indicating he enjoyed the attention. The two people chatted amiably about inconsequential things, as stranger do.

"How about we head towards Timmy's for a java ?"Jeff invited."We can guess I'm subterfuge and Hunter 's my overhaul 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 certainly she had made the right-hand conclusion. True, Jeff had a sealed magical spell and macho thing going for him. And he could be incredibly queer and had the congenital power to jest at himself. But as far as satisfying her intimate needs ... well ..."

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

"Well fuck,"she thought, with Thomas More than a short despair."There 's a dog just a few feet away from me, and there 's no way I can hang asleep with the blaring 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 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 backwards butt. 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 hall from Jeff's bedroom to the sitting room. Even in the sitting elbow room, the reverberating auditory sensation of Jeff's adenoids followed her, echoing. The sitting way was semi-spartan in a masculine way, with a pair of leather lounge and a glass coffee board. On one wall was a big covert television and expensive sound system with enormous speaker system. The floor was hardwood with a Western rug between the lounge and under the coffee table.

hunting watch'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 headland on her knee joint."You can't sleep 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 idea, Misty scooted to the bound of her rear, and widened her thighs. She arched her back, and sucked in her taunt belly, effectively lifting her vagina, offering it. At firstly huntsman looked at her quizzically. He canted his head teacher to one side, watching carefully.

Misty moved her right hand, dipping her fingers into her pussy, which was still wet from lovemaking. She lifted her finger's breadth to Hunter's nose. The dog sniffed, canted his promontory again, closed his eyes and licked. tremble raced from Misty 's fingers into her heart ! ! !

Misty grew bolder, she scooted to the very bound of the sofa. She widened her knees More and used both hands to give her vagina. She coo'd softly."There, huntsman,"she whispered,"try licking from the source."She gently pulled his snout to the junction of her thighs with her left hand.

The dog lowered his nous between her knee joint, moving to where the fingers of her right hand held her her vaginal mouth splayed. He sniffed suspiciously, and licked tentatively. He must have 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 knife lapped at the sodden cut, still filled with his professional's cum.

Jeff's snoring continued to burble from the bedroom. Hunter was greedy, avariciously licking Misty, intent on getting every ounce of the moisture oozing from her. His lingua was far longer 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 clapper over every millimetre of her bitch walls.

Misty lifted both of her hands to her knocker, playing, twisting pull and teasing her tingling pap as hunter licked her snatch. She gave a soft shudder and bit her lower lip as she experienced her first climax of the day. The dog didn't seem to worry she was cumming, he licked. He had more to lap up now, as her coming produced another blowup of tasty seepage from her leaking bitch. Sated for the moment, Misty guiltily pushed Hunter 's questing snout out from in between her ramification. Her pussy, temple and heart were all drubbing in time. She closed her branch and sat quietly, allowing the afterglow to chill and soothe her. The snoring abruptly stopped.

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

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

She pulled the fridge room access open, reached in, grabbed the carton of milk, and drank direct from the carton. Orion stood by her side of meat, watching and panting. As she put the milk back she whispered,"This is our unavowed, boy !"

Part 2

Misty and Jeff had been dating for about 3 month. He was big, generous with money and seemed to enjoy spoiling her. In proceeds, Misty was innovative and loved to discover new and exciting places to fellate him, from car common to elevators. She had even 'handed'him an orgasm while they stood at the bar of an overcrowded eating place.

Her latest caper was to sit on his lap while they were seated in the live row of a pornography cinema and have him blurt out 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 thighs. Jeff loved the way she'd sump to her knees when she discovered some property they couldn't be seen, pull down his zipper and suck him off.

In the bedroom, like all modern women, Misty had definite ilk and wants. She insisted on being on all 'fours'and having him take her doggie style. She was not into any missionary position sex. Neither was she averse, if he applied enough lubricating substance, to being ass fucked. He didn't mind that she seemed to like to sit naked in his session way after they 'd made dearest and he 'd drifted off to kip, 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 sleep over at Jeff 's place, but tonight she was entertaining him at hers. She had nervously cleaned and polished and spent the time of day before he arrived getting a spaghetti dinner, fit for a king, set up. She 'd just changed into a smashed blouse and curt jean skirt and had opened a bottle of Cabernet to leave it to catch one's breath, when the doorbell rang.

Jeff stood embarrassed at the door, huntsman beside him."Sorry, Babe, but he insisted on coming."Misty smiled, knowing that there was no way he could safely leave his declamatory cad to his own twist at abode. If he did, he 'd come back to a ruined house."come on in,"Misty invited."You 'll possess to parcel with him, then !"she warned. She winked at the dog."You, too !"

The meal was delectable. Jeff congratulated himself on finding such a good James Cook for a girlfriend. Playfully, he tried to sneak his hand up her bird as she leaned over him to pull together his empty-bellied plate. She pulled his hand away as his finger's breadth touched bare skin."Dessert later, Jeff !"she giggled.

From Hunter's pipeline of visual sensation, he could see that she wore zilch under that myopic skirt.

The evening 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 stand watching another motion picture on such a small screen. Dessert consisted of Irish umber and a lot of kissing. The caressing 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 cubitus, her ass lifted to the height he needed. His phallus entered her. She adjusted her knees until he was able to set about thrusting. He gripped her, and he arched his back, poking as she knelt stoically. His thrusts began to accelerate. His breathing became gasps. He drew out the time his member was inside her as long as he could. As his gasps became trounce, his orgasm exploded. With his hot germ 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 love devising. Jeff glowed.

Within ten minutes, Jeff was asleep. The phone 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 bit for him. After his headmaster fucked her, she would come out of the bedroom, sit silently and let him lick her until she shivered. He had come to associate 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 drub harder and faster until she did.

Tonight, the sign was different, but the routine began the same. She moved to the border of her tush and opened her stage for him. Immediately, he began to lick her. He noticed her breathing become fast and shallow. His master was still snoring, and he began to compact his nose into her bitch.

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 closemouthed to her, and pulling his straw man mitt to either face of her. She reached down, her hand sliding across his chest and across the indulgent cutis of his belly. She rubbed his cock ! Hunter felt her digit. 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 bones behind his knot and she began to expertly manipulate those two medium bones. His prick surged from its sheath and his hips began thrusting.

Misty slid under the dog as he began to push up mindlessly. She turned and slid down on to her knees while hunting watch reared, his hips bucking wildly. She reached around blindly as her handwriting sought Hunter's still growing tool. Her hand encountered Orion's one-half disclose cock - only his knot still remained encased in the sheath. The dog was spurting copious amounts of precum as she guided him toward her puss.

His passe-partout had filled her a few minutes before, and now Hunter was intention in flooding this squawk with his semen. She guided him into her. The sonant moist cunt seemed to fascinate him, exciting him with its softness. His knot had pushed itself out of the constriction of his sheath and now it slammed mercilessly against the soft rim of her snatch.

He growled, panting and thrusting like a jack-hammer, Suddenly as his gnarl slammed against her puss lips and her snatch started to swallow him, he instinctively pulled back, only to have her shove herself backwards, forcing his international nautical mile to sink into her !

Misty felt the almost inflated international nautical mile slot dwelling, and the dog suddenly pulling back. She instinctively thrust back, and he slotted home for the second time. She gripped him with her hand keeping her in her so that his slub would finish its inflation, sealing her. From the sleeping room, she could hear Jeff 's continuous snoring. Above her she could learn Orion panting furiously.

His cock tip softened ever so slightly, and then a warmheartedness flooded her. Hunter began to sate her ! The wet flood and expanded, pulsating knot riding under her clit created sultry overload. 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 accommodate back ! Her orgasm exploded ! She had to prick her lip as she shuddered, the strength of that orgasm so dandy that one coming became two, then ultimately three, before the dog who had filled her with a cup of his hot seeded player managed to back pedal and rip himself free. His knot was still the size of two golf game ball as he pulled out of her, leaving her bitch gaping all-inclusive. The calm wheeze and convolution of Jeff's snoring never missed a pulse. But Misty could barely learn it, her rapid split second loud in her ears as she wafted in a hazy cloud of bliss.

Misty and Hunter fucked four Sir Thomas More sentence that night. Each time, Hunter learned. By the fourth metre, his mountain was casual, but he 'd fall behind a lot of his fervour. He humped her a few times and spurted his source for about a minute before ripping his still fully hardened mi 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 ejaculate, 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 offset. She was laying on her stomach and Jeff was above her. Instinctively she drew her knee joint under her as Jeff's shaft slid along the cleft of her ass. She managed to come up up as he thrust forward, his cock sliding into her cum filled cunt, still widely dilated by his dog's knot.

smell horny as he awoke, Jeff had rolled on top of her as she slept. He felt her flurry under him as he slowly slid his cock along the crack between the soft orb of her ass. Misty stirred and she seemed to sneak under him. Suddenly his cock slid into the affectionateness of her pussy. Incredibly, she was far wetter than he 'd ever get before. His began his thrusts into her wet puss. Very enkindle, he thrust faster and faster and she bore his weight without protesting. As their soundbox met, her cunt made exciting wet slapping strait where she leaked. She seemed so wet ! He moved faster and faster, not finding much detrition -- only slick wetness ! He groaned as he ejaculated noisily into her, grunting with pleasure. Hearing him, Misty smiled a secret smiling .