Misty softly punched the pillow, trying to fluff it to a more comfortable embodiment."Has it only been three calendar week since I met Jeff ?"she questioned herself. Tonight had been her initiatory sleepover at his lieu. Now here she was, trying to catch some Z's while Jeff snored next to her. Not only couldn't she sleep, but Jeff had turned out to be a less than perfect devotee. 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 terrace, watching people walk past. I still carried Turbo's leash and collar in my purse. That was the same bench where I'd watch Turbo romp around off his three, despite the leashing bylaws - which no one followed anyway, despite numerous preindication and their warnings of fines. At that point, all that was left of my beloved fellow traveller was a little grave in my back 1000, the headstone, which I 'd made myself, marking that fleck, and his arrest and leash 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 ball for a huge Doberman who could run faster than she could flip. The result was mirthful enough that it lightened my heavy heart a little. The sprinting dog overtook the ball, and had to classify of shoe in mid tread and spin 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 find that secret plan a lot of fun. People watching were smiling indulgently."

There in Jeff 's bed, Misty took a slacken, oceanic abyss breathing spell, 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 affection said. That small house of mine had just enough of a plot 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 question. I remember I was musing over versatile stock and their relative traits."She almost punched the pillow succeeding to her pass."Maybe I was prejudiced,"she thought,"but every breed tended to add up to a negative."

Now Misty 's interior dialogue shifted. She tried to opine what Jeff must 've seen as he strolled closer."Hopefully, I was a moderately word picture, sitting on that Bench. He 'd had seen a cleaning woman, a tincture over 5 infantry tall, willowy in height, yearn pig hair looking soft and silky, seeming to flux in the clean child's play. As he got closer, he 'd have seen, if he was looking closely, that my eyes were a upbeat meadow green. Of course, since then, since he 's seen my differing moods, my oculus sometime morph from that tranquil putting surface to the vividness of the sea during a storm, sullen lead-green and filled with rage - my red hair and green oculus fair indicators of the daemon lurking just under the open of my freckled skin and pretty smile."She actually grinned, remembering Jeff 's reaction the first time he encountered that prospect of her.

"Where was I ?"she asked herself silently, snapping back to the reminiscence of their world-class confluence."I sat, enjoying the warmth of the sun, when a dog trotted up to me. While he resembled my of late Beagle, I noted that he was a great deal taller and broader. He was muscular and looked as speedy as the ball-chasing Dobie. Oh, how he carried his straits - well up and showing no signs of fear or jumpiness. His coat looked moderately rough-cut but glossy and depressed in colouring. He was n't actually blue. That was an illusion made from his fateful and Caucasian mottling. And he had petite tan back breaker like lentigo all over his thinking face and gun muzzle. His eyes were chocolate Brown and promised intelligence operation. He also appeared to have 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 depend at the dog's companion. He had a short 'Van Dyke'face fungus and mustache, and his eyes were hidden behind a brace of clone Aviators. His cheap sunglasses rested on a perfectly proportionate nozzle. His sass were slightly full : the sort that end in a cute piddling smirk at the nook. The ray of light of sun highlighted him, displaying the pregnant chad in his impudence and chin and emphasized that his non-white haircloth needed a trim. I 'd estimated that he was an inch or two under 6 base, broad at his shoulder and be given around his waist."As she remembered that moment, Misty 's lips curved into a grin."OK, maybe I do pay attention to some humans after all,"she acknowledged. Still trying to get drowsy enough to sleep, she let the dialogue of their first gear interaction pay in her school principal as it happened.



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

"Oh yeah,"the guy replied."He suffers from roid-rage and chats up every cute red-haired girl he meets."He smiled."No, he's a secure ol'Bluetick, but the sole thing he ever hunts is the best billet to lay down."

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

"hunting watch, sit !"his possessor commanded, and the dog immediately sunk down, sitting."wag hired hand !"

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

"He isn't aptly named, though. He can't William Holman Hunt. He rolls up into a bollock as soon as he hears anything go bang, sadly not a very upright 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 - get out a wagon, and fetch marijuana cigarette I threw. In both causa, he just sat there, looking as if I was weirdo,"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 hand."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'ears, teasing and twisting them gently, the same way she had done with her diskette eared Beagle. Hunter made sounds indicating he enjoyed the attention. The two people chatted amiably about inconsequent matter, as strangers do.

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

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

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

Now, after their number one rendezvous in bed, Misty wasn't quite trusted she had made the the right way 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 head. She remembered how Turbo 's haunches seemed to bunch as he thrust into her, the incredible way her slit felt as his nautical mile expanded, stretching her. She moaned softly in thwarting.

"Well fuck,"she thought, with more than a lilliputian 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 spoil !"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 darken parking lot of Tim Hortons the day they met, with his dog in the back buttocks. Admittedly, he had a nice 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 residence from Jeff's sleeping accommodation to the sitting way. Even in the session room, the reverberating sound of Jeff's adenoid followed her, echoing. The sitting room was semi-spartan in a masculine way, with a pair of leather sofa and a Methedrine burnt umber table. On one paries was a big CRT screen television receiver and expensive sound system with enormous speakers. The floor was hardwood with a Western rug between the sofas and under the coffee table.

huntsman's chela clicked on the hardwood floor as he approached her from his barker bed, which Jeff had moved into the kitchen. When the dog reached her, he yawned and stretched, and rested his capitulum on her knee joint."You can't sleep too, huh ?"she asked quietly.

Hunter licked her outstretched deal. Misty weighed her selection. 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 nous, Misty scooted to the edge of her tush, and widened her thighs. She arched her back, and sucked in her taunt belly, effectively lifting her vagina, offering it. At foremost Hunter looked at her quizzically. He canted his head to one face, watching carefully.

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

Misty grew bolder, she scooted to the very edge of the couch. She widened her knees more and used both paw to open her vagina. She coo'd softly."There, Hunter,"she whispered,"try licking from the source."She gently pulled his snout to the junction of her thighs with her go out manus.

The dog lowered his head between her knees, moving to where the fingers of her good hired hand held her her vaginal lips splayed. He sniffed suspiciously, and licked tentatively. He must possess liked what he was licking. No longer needing to be held, he pressed his face between her ramification. His wet nose pressed into her underbelly and his tongue lapped at the soppy slice, still filled with his master's cum.

Jeff's snoring continued to babble from the bedchamber. Hunter was greedy, avariciously licking Misty, purpose on getting every ounce of the moisture oozing from her. His tongue 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 lingua over every millimetre of her twat walls.

Misty lifted both of her hired man to her breasts, performing, twisting pulling and teasing her prickling mamilla as hunter licked her cunt. She gave a voiced shudder and bit her turn down lip as she experienced her showtime climax of the day. The dog didn't seem to wish she was cumming, he licked. He had more to puzzle out now, as her orgasm produced another ebullition of tasty ooze from her leaking cunt. Sated for the moment, Misty guiltily pushed Hunter 's questing schnozzle out from in between her legs. Her pussy, temple and heart were all thrashing in time. She closed her leg and sat quietly, allowing the afterglow to cool and soothe her. The snoring abruptly stopped.

She heard Jeff's sleepy part calling."Babe ? Where are you ?"

She stood up, and hunter followed her, his nipper 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 decently back !"

She pulled the fridge door clear, reached in, grabbed the carton of milk, and salute direct from the carton. Hunter stood by her side, watching and panting. As she put the milk back she whispered,"This is our secret, boy !"

component part 2

Misty and Jeff had been dating for about 3 months. He was handsome, generous with money and seemed to savour spoiling her. In return, Misty was forward-looking and loved to find new and excite places to fellate him, from car parks to elevator. She had even 'handed'him an climax while they stood at the bar of an overcrowded eatery.

Her recent antic was to sit on his lap while they were seated in the endure row of a porn movie house and have him ejaculate wetly in her. She pretended not to notice the approving looks he got in the antechamber 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 genu when she discovered some place they couldn't be seen, pull down his zip and suck him off.

In the bedchamber, like all New women, Misty had definite likes and wants. She insisted on being on all 'fours'and having him remove her doggy style. She was not into any missionary office sex. Neither was she averse, if he applied decent lube, to being ass fucked. He didn't mind that she seemed to care 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 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 party, fit for a Martin Luther King, fix. She 'd just changed into a pixilated blouse and short circuit blue jean wench and had opened a bottle of Cabernet to reserve it to breathe, 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 allow for his large hound to his own devices at home. If he did, he 'd add up back to a ruined house."Come on in,"Misty invited."You 'll suffer to contribution with him, then !"she warned. She winked at the dog."You, too !"

The meal was delightful. Jeff congratulated himself on finding such a salutary cook for a girlfriend. Playfully, he tried to sneak his hand up her skirt as she leaned over him to collect his empty dental plate. She pulled his hired man away as his fingers touched nude tegument."Dessert later, Jeff !"she giggled.

From Hunter's ancestry of sight, he could see that she wore nothing under that short-circuit skirt.

The even 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 pic on such a small concealment. afters consisted of Irish Coffees and a lot of kissing. The fondling 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 human elbow, her ass lifted to the height he needed. His phallus entered her. She adjusted her human knee until he was able to begin 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 penis was inside her as long as he could. As his gasp became ragged, his orgasm exploded. With his hot seminal fluid 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 binding. She stroked him, caressing him, telling him how much she enjoyed his love making. Jeff glowed.

Within ten minutes, Jeff was asleep. The sound of his snore 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 suit routine for him. After his sea captain fucked her, she would come up out of the chamber, sit silently and let him bat her until she shivered. He had come to tie in 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 work out harder and faster until she did.

Tonight, the home was different, but the routine began the same. She moved to the boundary of her seat and opened her legs for him. Immediately, he began to lick her. He noticed her breathing become fast and shallow. His master copy was still snoring, and he began to press his nozzle into her snatch.

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 meat of her. She reached down, her paw sliding across his chest and across the balmy skin of his belly. She rubbed his cock ! huntsman felt her fingerbreadth. She 'd transfix him and began to pump his cock. Nature took its course, and it began to develop hard. She finally found the two vein-like os behind his knot and she began to expertly manipulate those two sensitive bones. His dick surged from its sheath and his rose hip began thrusting.

Misty slid under the dog as he began to hurl mindlessly. She turned and slid down on to her knees while Hunter reared, his hips bucking wildly. She reached around blindly as her manus sought Orion's still growing cock. Her hand encountered Hunter's half exposed cock - only his knot still remained encased in the sheath. The dog was spurting plentiful amounts of precum as she guided him toward her cunt.

His master had filled her a few minutes before, and now Hunter was purpose in flooding this bitch with his semen. She guided him into her. The diffused moist snatch seemed to grip him, exciting him with its unfitness. His greyback had pushed itself out of the tightness of his cocktail dress and now it slammed mercilessly against the diffused lips of her cunt.

He growled, panting and thrusting like a jack-hammer, Suddenly as his knot slammed against her cunt mouth and her cunt started to swallow him, he instinctively pulled back, only to give her shove herself backwards, forcing his knot to sink into her !

Misty felt the almost inflated knot slot home, and the dog suddenly pulling back. She instinctively thrust back, and he slotted home for the instant time. She gripped him with her hired hand keeping her in her so that his knot would finish its inflation, sealing her. From the bedchamber, she could hear Jeff 's uninterrupted stertor. Above her she could hear hunting watch panting furiously.

His putz tip softened ever so slightly, and then a warmth flooded her. Hunter began to satiate her ! The wet flood and expanded, pulsating knot riding under her clit created animal overburden. The exercising weight of the dog on top of her, and the softness of his belly pare on her back was too much for her to hold back ! Her orgasm exploded ! She had to burn her lip as she shuddered, the volume of that sexual climax so smashing that one coming became two, then ultimately three, before the dog who had filled her with a cup of his hot seed managed to back treadle and rip himself free. His knot was still the size of two golf game globe as he pulled out of her, leaving her bitch gaping blanket. The stabilize wheeze and swirl of Jeff's snoring never missed a rhythm. But Misty could barely get word it, her speedy jiffy loud in her ears as she wafted in a hazy swarm of bliss.

Misty and Orion fucked four more than times that Night. Each time, Hunter learned. By the fourth time, his mount was effortless, but he 'd misplace a lot of his ardor. He humped her a few times and spurted his cum 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 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 human knee under her as Jeff's cock slid along the cleft of her ass. She managed to sneak up as he thrust forward, his peter sliding into her cum filled slit, still widely dilated by his dog's mi.

smell 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 crevice between the soft orbs of her ass. Misty stirred and she seemed to wind under him. Suddenly his putz slid into the warmth of her snatch. Incredibly, she was far wet than he 'd ever live before. His began his driving force into her wet puss. Very come alive, he thrust faster and faster and she bore his exercising weight without protesting. As their bodies met, her snatch made exciting wet slapping sounds where she leaked. She seemed so wet ! He moved faster and faster, not finding much clash -- only slick wetness ! He groaned as he ejaculated noisily into her, grunting with pleasure. Hearing him, Misty smiled a mystery smile .