Misty softly punched the pillow, trying to botch it to a more well-fixed flesh."Has it only been three weeks since I met Jeff ?"she questioned herself. Tonight had been her low sleepover at his shoes. 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 perfect lover. She tossed and turned, but the snoring reverberated, and sleep eluded her.

molding her mind back, she remembered the day they 'd met."I was sitting, brokenhearted, on that ballpark judiciary, watching citizenry walk past. I still carried Turbo's troika and apprehension in my purse. That was the Lapplander Bench where I'd sentinel Turbo romp around off his leash, despite the leashing bylaws - which no one followed anyway, despite numerous signs and their admonition of fines. At that decimal point, all that was left of my love fellow was a short grave in my back thousand, the headstone, which I 'd made myself, marking that spot, and his choker and 3 in my purse."She wiped away a tiny binge, thinking about that moment.

"I was looking at people and their dogs, especially a niggling girl throwing a lawn tennis ball for a vast Doberman who could run faster than she could throw. The solvent was comic enough that it lightened my arduous heart a picayune. The sprinting dog overtook the ball, and had to assort of skid in mid stride and twist sideways, like he was wheel spinning, until he semi collapsed. Still, he managed to snatch the ball and trot back proudly. Both lady friend and dog seemed to notice that biz a lot of fun. People watching were smiling indulgently."

There in Jeff 's bed, Misty took a slow, deep intimation, 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 stock would be better, my heart said. That small house of mine had just enough of a plot of ground around it to call itself a garden, or honest still, a gardenette. So I knew a magnanimous dog like that big ball-chasing Dobie was out of the question. I remember I was musing over various stock and their relation traits."She almost punched the rest next to her header."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 cleaning woman, a shade over 5 foundation tall, willowy in height, hanker bull pilus looking soft and silklike, seeming to flow in the light gentle wind. As he got closer, he 'd have seen, if he was looking closely, that my eye were a cheerful meadow green. Of course, since then, since he 's seen my differing mode, my eyes sometime morph from that tranquil green to the coloring material of the sea during a tempest, sullen lead-green and filled with rage - my red whisker and super C heart fairly indicator of the monster lurking just under the surface of my freckled skin and pretty smile."She actually grinned, remembering Jeff 's response the first time he encountered that aspect of her.

"Where was I ?"she asked herself silently, snapping back to the recall of their first group 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 muscular and looked as speedy as the ball-chasing Dobie. Oh, how he carried his head - well up and showing no signs of awe or nervousness. His pelage looked moderately coarse but glistening and blue in colouring. He was n't actually blue. That was an trick made from his black and livid mottling. And he had diminutive tan dots like freckle all over his well-informed face and muzzle. His center were chocolate brown and promised intelligence. He also appeared to induce gray at the end of his tail."

Misty chuckled quietly to herself."That just shows how much more than tending I pay to dogs than I do to humans,"she thought in soul-searching."But I did finally wait at the dog's fellow traveler. He had a short-circuit 'Van butch'beard and mustache, and his eyes were hidden behind a duo of knockoff airman. His cheap sunglass rested on a perfectly symmetric nose. His lips were slightly full : the kind that end in a cunning little smirk at the recess. The rays of sun highlighted him, displaying the pregnant chad in his nerve and chin and emphasized that his glowering hairsbreadth needed a passementerie. I 'd estimated that he was an in or two under 6 foot, unsubtle at his shoulders and skimpy around his waist."As she remembered that second, Misty 's brim curved into a smile."OK, maybe I do pay aid to some humans after all,"she acknowledged. Still trying to get drowsy enough to sleep, she let the dialogue of their start interaction pay in her head as it happened.



"Do you feed in your Beagle steroid hormone ?"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 good ol'Bluetick, but the just thing he ever hunts is the best place to lay down."

Misty held her hand palm down to the dog, who canted his head 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 men !"

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

"He isn't aptly named, though. He can't hunt. He rolls up into a lump as soon as he hears anything go charge, sadly not a very in effect 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 - deplumate a wagon, and fetch reefer I threw. In both case, he just sat there, looking as if I was sick,"he complained."Oh, I'm Jeff, by the way, and you've just met hunting watch,"the dog owner said, holding out his hand.

Misty took and shook Jeff's hired hand."Hi, I'm Misty, pleased to play 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 eared Beagle. Hunter made sounds indicating he enjoyed the attention. The two people chatted amiably about inconsequent affair, as unknown do.

"How about we head towards Timmy's for a coffee ?"Jeff invited."We can pretend I'm blind and hunting watch '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 first tryst in bed, Misty wasn't quite indisputable she had made the right determination. True, Jeff had a sealed charm and butch thing going for him. And he could be incredibly comic and had the inborn power to jest at himself. But as far as satisfying her intimate needs ... 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 twat felt as his slub expanded, stretching her. She moaned softly in foiling.

"Well fuck,"she thought, with more than than a little desperation."There 's a dog just a few substructure away from me, and there 's no way I can hang asleep with the clamor 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 fan. 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 warning sign she 'd ignored.

She rolled out of bed and padded naked down the hall from Jeff's bedchamber to the sitting room. Even in the sitting room, the reverberating sound of Jeff's adenoids followed her, echoing. The sitting room was semi-spartan in a masculine way, with a yoke of leather couch and a spyglass coffee table. On one bulwark was a big screenland television and expensive speech sound system with enormous speakers. The storey was hardwood with a Western rug between the lounge and under the java mesa.

Hunter's claws clicked on the hardwood level 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 header on her knee."You can't sopor too, huh ?"she asked quietly.

Hunter licked her outstretched hand. Misty weighed her option. 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 sentiment buzzing around in her intellect, Misty scooted to the edge of her backside, and widened her thighs. She arched her back, and sucked in her taunt belly, effectively lifting her vagina, offering it. At 1st Orion looked at her quizzically. He canted his head to one side, watching carefully.

Misty moved her right hand, dipping her fingers into her kitty-cat, which was still wet from lovemaking. She lifted her digit to Hunter's nose. The dog sniffed, canted his straits again, closed his oculus and licked. Shivers raced from Misty 's digit into her nucleus ! ! !

Misty grew bolder, she scooted to the very edge of the lounge. She widened her knees more than 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 rostrum to the junction of her thighs with her left script.

The dog lowered his brain between her stifle, moving to where the finger's breadth of her veracious hand held her her vaginal back talk splayed. He sniffed suspiciously, and licked tentatively. He must own 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 soppy gash, still filled with his superior'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 longsighted than any human's and far foresighted than her former Beagle's. He curled it almost penis-like into her, then he would pluck back, noisily lapping and dragging his tongue over every mm of her cunt walls.

Misty lifted both of her bridge player to her breasts, playing, twisting pull and teasing her tingling nipples as Hunter licked her cunt. She gave a soft shudder and bit her crushed lip as she experienced her kickoff coming of the day. The dog didn't seem to care she was cumming, he licked. He had more to drub now, as her orgasm produced another gush of tasty guck from her leaking cunt. Sated for the moment, Misty guiltily pushed Hunter 's questing snout out from in between her stage. Her kitty-cat, tabernacle and heart were all whacking in time. She closed her pegleg 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 hook clicking on the hardwood as she made her way in the iniquity to the kitchen."Just getting a drink of milk, Jeff. I'll be right field back !"

She pulled the fridge room access outdoors, reached in, grabbed the cartonful of milk, and booze address from the carton. hunting watch stood by her face, watching and panting. As she put the milk back she whispered,"This is our hugger-mugger, boy !"

Part 2

Misty and Jeff had been dating for about 3 months. He was fine-looking, generous with money and seemed to enjoy spoiling her. In takings, Misty was innovative and loved to find new and energise places to suck him, from car parks to elevators. She had even 'handed'him an orgasm while they stood at the bar of an overcrowded eating house.

Her former antic was to sit on his lap while they were seated in the last row of a porn cinema and have him ejaculate wetly in her. She pretended not to remark the approval looks he got in the vestibule when they left, or the fact some of his cum had made its way down her inner thighs. Jeff loved the way she'd sinkhole to her knees when she discovered some spot they couldn't be seen, pull down his zipper and suck him off.

In the bedroom, like all Bodoni cleaning woman, Misty had definite likes and wants. She insisted on being on all 'fours'and having him take on her doggy style. She was not into any missional position sex. Neither was she averse, if he applied enough lubricant, 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 River 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 catch some Z's over at Jeff 's place, 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 king, make. She 'd just changed into a tight blouse and poor blue jean skirt and had opened a bottle of Cabernet to allow it to breathe, when the doorbell rang.

Jeff stood embarrassed at the doorway, Hunter beside him."Sorry, baby, but he insisted on coming."Misty smiled, knowing that there was no way he could safely leave his prominent hound to his own gimmick at domicile. If he did, he 'd come back to a ruined house."seed on in,"Misty invited."You 'll hold to share with him, then !"she warned. She winked at the dog."You, too !"

The repast was delicious. Jeff congratulated himself on finding such a good Captain James Cook for a girlfriend. Playfully, he tried to sneak his hand up her skirt as she leaned over him to collect his empty plate. She pulled his manus away as his fingers touched bare peel."Dessert later, Jeff !"she giggled.

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

The evening progressed. They watched the motion-picture show he 'd land on her moderate size TV. Jeff promised himself he 'd be dropping off one a lot bigger before he 'd suffer watching another movie on such a low cover. sweet consisted of Irish Coffees and a lot of kissing. The snuggling led to clothes being hastily being pulled off and the two of them migrating to her bedroom.

A imagination of bleakness, Misty leaned on her human elbow, her ass lifted to the stature he needed. His phallus entered her. She adjusted her knees until he was able to begin thrusting. He gripped her, and he arched his back, poking as she knelt stoically. His thrusts began to accelerate. His breathing became puff. He drew out the prison term his penis was inside her as long as he could. As his gasps became rile, his coming exploded. With his hot seeded player 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 lovemaking fashioning. Jeff glowed.

Within ten minutes, Jeff was asleep. The sound of his stertor 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 everyday for him. After his master fucked her, she would come out of the bedroom, sit silently and let him lick her until she shivered. He had come to assort her shuddering as a pauperism for him to end 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 rump and opened her ramification for him. Immediately, he began to lick her. He noticed her breathing become flying and shallow. His sea captain was still snoring, and he began to contract his olfactory organ into her cunt.

Suddenly she scooted back. Hunter looked up, confused. Didn't she want to shudder ? He canted his brain 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 cushy skin of his stomach. She rubbed his cock ! Hunter felt her fingers. She 'd grip 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 sensitive bones. His cock surged from its sheath and his hips began thrusting.

Misty slid under the dog as he began to thrust 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 Orion's still growing cock. Her hand encountered Hunter's one-half exposed rooster - only his air mile still remained encased in the case. The dog was spurting copious amounts of precum as she guided him toward her cunt.

His skipper had filled her a few min before, and now Hunter was intent in flooding this bitch with his seed. She guided him into her. The soft moist puss seemed to grip him, exciting him with its indistinctness. His gnarl had pushed itself out of the chokepoint of his case and now it slammed mercilessly against the soft rim of her cunt.

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

Misty felt the almost hyperbolic knot expansion slot home, and the dog suddenly pulling back. She instinctively thrust back, and he slotted nursing home for the second meter. She gripped him with her hand keeping her in her so that his nautical mile would finish its pomposity, sealing her. From the bedroom, she could hear Jeff 's uninterrupted stertor. Above her she could see Hunter panting furiously.

His cock tip softened ever so slightly, and then a warmth flooded her. Hunter began to make full her ! The wet flood and expanded, pulsating knot riding under her button created animal overload. The free weight of the dog on top of her, and the softness of his belly sputter on her back was too a good deal for her to harbour back ! Her orgasm exploded ! She had to seize with teeth her lip as she shuddered, the strength 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 seed managed to stake pedal and rip himself free. His Calidris canutus was still the size of two golf balls as he pulled out of her, leaving her pussy gaping wide. The steady wheeze and swirl of Jeff's snoring never missed a round. But Misty could barely get word it, her rapid heartbeat loud in her ears as she wafted in a fuzzy cloud of bliss.

Misty and Hunter fucked four more times that Night. Each clip, Hunter learned. By the fourth time, his mount was effortless, but he 'd fall back a lot of his ardor. He humped her a few times and spurted his ejaculate for about a instant 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 slumber as the sun began to rise.

Misty woke up with a start. She was laying on her paunch and Jeff was above her. Instinctively she drew her knees under her as Jeff's cock slid along the cleft of her ass. She managed to lift up as he thrust forward, his cock sliding into her cum filled cunt, still widely dilated by his dog's knot.

Feeling horny as he awoke, Jeff had rolled on top of her as she slept. He felt her hustle under him as he slowly slid his cock along the cleft between the flabby eyeball of her ass. Misty stirred and she seemed to lift under him. Suddenly his cock slid into the lovingness of her twat. Incredibly, she was far wetter than he 'd ever know before. His began his thrusts into her wet pussy. Very invoke, he thrust faster and faster and she bore his weight without protesting. As their bodies met, her slit made exciting wet slapping phone where she leaked. She seemed so wet ! He moved faster and faster, not finding a great deal detrition -- only slick wetness ! He groaned as he ejaculated noisily into her, grunting with pleasure. Hearing him, Misty smiled a secret smile .