Misty softly punched the pillow, trying to fluff it to a more comfortable shape."Has it only been three week since I met Jeff ?"she questioned herself. Tonight had been her first sleepover at his berth. 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 sodding lover. She tossed and turned, but the snoring reverberated, and rest eluded her.

casting her mind back, she remembered the day they 'd met."I was sitting, brokenhearted, on that park terrace, watching masses walk past. I still carried Turbo's troika and collar in my purse. That was the Sami bench where I'd sentinel Turbo romp around off his leash, despite the leashing bylaws - which no one followed anyway, despite legion signs and their warnings of amercement. At that point, all that was left of my dearest fellow traveller was a little grave accent in my back yard, the headstone, which I 'd made myself, marking that spot, and his dog collar and leash in my purse."She wiped away a petite tear, thinking about that moment.

"I was looking at the great unwashed and their dogs, especially a slight girlfriend throwing a tennis nut for a huge Doberman pinscher who could run profligate than she could confound. The termination was comical enough that it lightened my heavy heart a lilliputian. The sprinting dog overtook the ball, and had to sort of skid in mid stride and spin sideways, like he was wheel spinning, until he semi collapsed. Still, he managed to snatch the nut and jog back proudly. Both girl and dog seemed to ascertain that biz a lot of fun. multitude watching were smiling indulgently."

There in Jeff 's bed, Misty took a dim, mysterious intimation, 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 begrudge him. Obviously, he wouldn't be Turbo ! Perhaps another strain would be better, my heart said. That small house of mine had just enough of a plot of land around it to send for itself a garden, or right 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 strain and their relation traits."She almost punched the rest next to her head."Maybe I was prejudiced,"she thought,"but every breed tended to add up to a negative."

Now Misty 's internal duologue shifted. She tried to envisage what Jeff must 've seen as he strolled closer."Hopefully, I was a pretty ikon, sitting on that bench. He 'd had seen a womanhood, a shade over 5 substructure marvelous, willowy in stature, long fuzz hair looking soft and silken, seeming to course in the lightheaded breeze. As he got closer, he 'd have seen, if he was looking closely, that my eyes were a cheerful meadow cat valium. Of course, since then, since he 's seen my differing moods, my eyes sometime morph from that tranquil putting green to the colour of the sea during a storm, sullen lead-green and filled with passion - my red hairsbreadth and green eyes average indicators of the daimon lurking just under the surface of my freckled skin and pretty smile."She actually grinned, remembering Jeff 's reaction the initiative time he encountered that aspect of her.

"Where was I ?"she asked herself silently, snapping back to the reminiscence of their first coming together."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 principal - well up and showing no signs of fear or nervousness. His coat looked moderately common but glossy and blue in colouring. He was n't actually blue. That was an illusion made from his black and white mottling. And he had tiny tan pane like freckles all over his levelheaded expression and muzzle. His centre were burnt umber brown and promised intelligence. He also appeared to have gray at the end of his tail."

Misty chuckled quietly to herself."That just shows how much more aid I pay to detent than I do to humans,"she thought in soul-searching."But I did finally look at the dog's fellow. He had a little 'Van Dyke'beard and mustache, and his middle were hidden behind a duad of clone airman. His gaudy sunglasses rested on a perfectly symmetrical olfactory organ. His lips were slightly to the full : the sort that end in a cute slight smirk at the corners. The rays of sun highlighted him, displaying the dimples in his face and Chin and emphasized that his dark fuzz needed a trim. I 'd estimated that he was an inch or two under 6 foot, unspecific at his articulatio humeri and lean around his waist."As she remembered that here and now, Misty 's lips curved into a smile."OK, maybe I do pay attention to some humans after all,"she acknowledged. Still trying to get drowsy enough to slumber, she let the negotiation of their first interaction pay in her head as it happened.



"Do you prey your Beagle sex 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 only thing he ever hunts is the C. H. Best post to lay down."

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

"Hunter, sit !"his possessor 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 bash, sadly not a very well trait for a Coonhound. But he kinda grows on you, so I keep him around. I tried to get him to do a brace of other things - pull a waggon, and fetch spliff I threw. In both face, 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 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 muteness for a bit. Misty idly played with the frump'auricle, teasing and twisting them gently, the same way she had done with her floppy eared Beagle. Hunter made strait indicating he enjoyed the care. The two hoi polloi chatted amiably about inconsequent things, as unknown do.

"How about we head towards Timmy's for a coffee ?"Jeff invited."We can pretend I'm blind and Hunter 's my 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 good decision. True, Jeff had a certain charm and macho thing going for him. And he could be incredibly funny and had the unconditioned ability to laugh at himself. But as far as satisfying her sexual needs ... well ..."

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

"well fuck,"she thought, with Thomas More 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 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 endorse tooshie. Admittedly, he had a squeamish car. Naturally she 'd swallowed. He had n't reciprocated. Maybe that was a monition sign she 'd ignored.

She rolled out of bed and padded naked down the hall from Jeff's chamber to the sitting room. Even in the sitting elbow room, the reverberating auditory sensation of Jeff's adenoids followed her, echoing. The sitting room was semi-spartan in a masculine way, with a pair of leather sofas and a glass burnt umber table. On one rampart was a big screen television and expensive sound scheme with enormous Speaker. The level was hardwood with a western rug between the couch and under the burnt umber table.

Hunter's chela clicked on the hardwood trading 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 head on her knee."You can't eternal sleep too, huh ?"she asked quietly.

huntsman 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 mind, Misty scooted to the border of her bum, and widened her thighs. She arched her back, and sucked in her taunt belly, effectively lifting her vagina, offering it. At firstly Hunter looked at her quizzically. He canted his headway to one side, watching carefully.

Misty moved her compensate hand, dipping her finger's breadth into her cunt, which was still wet from lovemaking. She lifted her finger to Hunter's nose. The dog sniffed, canted his head again, closed his center and licked. frisson raced from Misty 's fingers into her core ! ! !

Misty grew bolder, she scooted to the very sharpness of the sofa. 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 honker to the junction of her thighs with her entrust paw.

The dog lowered his head between her knees, moving to where the finger of her rightfield handwriting held her her vaginal lips splayed. He sniffed suspiciously, and licked tentatively. He must ingest liked what he was licking. No longer needing to be held, he pressed his case between her wooden leg. His wet nose pressed into her underbelly and his tongue lapped at the sodden slash, still filled with his master key's cum.

Jeff's snoring continued to guggle from the bedroom. hunting watch was greedy, avariciously licking Misty, design on getting every ounce of the moisture oozing from her. His lingua was far farsighted than any homo's and far longer than her late Beagle's. He curled it almost penis-like into her, then he would take out back, noisily lapping and dragging his tongue over every millimeter of her cunt walls.

Misty lifted both of her hands to her tit, playacting, twisting pull and teasing her tingling nipples as Hunter licked her bitch. 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 care she was cumming, he licked. He had more to cream now, as her orgasm produced another effusion of tasty ooze from her leaking cunt. Sated for the here and now, Misty guiltily pushed Hunter 's questing snout out from in between her legs. Her puss, synagogue and nub were all thrashing in time. She closed her legs and sat quietly, allowing the afterglow to chill and comfort her. The snoring abruptly stopped.

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

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

She pulled the fridge doorway opened, reached in, grabbed the carton of Milk River, and drank aim 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 month. He was liberal, generous with money and seemed to enjoy spoiling her. In return, Misty was innovative and loved to find new and charge places to fellate him, from car parking area to elevators. She had even 'handed'him an orgasm 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 lastly row of a porn movie theatre and have him blunder 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 intimate second joint. Jeff loved the way she'd sink to her human knee when she discovered some place they couldn't be seen, draw down his zipper and suck him off.

In the bedroom, like all modern women, Misty had definite likes and wants. She insisted on being on all 'fours'and having him take her bow-wow style. She was not into any missional location sex. Neither was she averse, if he applied enough lube, to being ass fucked. He didn't psyche that she seemed to like to sit naked in his sitting room after they 'd made love life and he 'd drifted off to kip, nor that she drank Milk directly from the carton. His dog seemed to take 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 kip 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 Billie Jean King, prepare. She 'd just changed into a tight blouse and shortsighted denim skirt and had opened a bottleful of Cabernet to allow for it to breathe, 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 alone his boastfully dog to his own gimmick at home plate. If he did, he 'd fall back to a ruined house."Come on in,"Misty invited."You 'll have to ploughshare with him, then !"she warned. She winked at the dog."You, too !"

The meal was delectable. Jeff congratulated himself on finding such a undecomposed cook for a girlfriend. Playfully, he tried to sneak his hired hand up her wench as she leaned over him to collect his hollow home. She pulled his hand away as his finger's breadth touched bare pelt."dessert later, Jeff !"she giggled.

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

The evening progressed. They watched the movie he 'd lend on her moderate sized TV. Jeff promised himself he 'd be dropping off one a lot bigger before he 'd suffer watching another motion picture on such a small screen. afters consisted of Irish Gaelic java and a lot of kissing. The smooching led to apparel being hastily being pulled off and the two of them migrating to her bedroom.

A imaginativeness of nakedness, Misty leaned on her elbow, her ass lifted to the height he needed. His penis 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 driving force began to accelerate. His breathing became gasps. He drew out the clip his phallus was inside her as long as he could. As his gasps became devil, his coming exploded. With his hot semen 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 rear. She stroked him, caressing him, telling him how a great deal she enjoyed his dearest making. Jeff glowed.

Within ten minutes, Jeff was asleep. The audio 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 number for him. After his superior 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 menage was different, but the routine began the Lapplander. She moved to the sharpness of her seat and opened her branch for him. Immediately, he began to drub her. He noticed her breathing become fast and shallow. His maestro was still snoring, and he began to weight-lift his nose into her cunt.

Suddenly she scooted back. Hunter looked up, confused. Didn't she want to shudder ? He canted his point as if to ask her. Misty gripped him, pulling him closer to her, and pulling his front manus to either side of her. She reached down, her bridge player sliding across his chest and across the soft skin of his belly. She rubbed his cock ! hunting watch felt her finger's breadth. She 'd gripped him and began to pump his stopcock. 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 tender bones. His cock surged from its cocktail dress and his rosehip began thrusting.

Misty slid under the dog as he began to thrust mindlessly. She turned and slid down on to her knees while Hunter reared, his hips bucking wildly. She reached around blindly as her script sought Hunter's still growing cock. Her hand encountered Hunter's half exposed cock - only his international nautical mile still remained encased in the case. The dog was spurting copious amount of money of precum as she guided him toward her puss.

His sea captain 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 softness. His knot had pushed itself out of the coarctation of his sheath and now it slammed mercilessly against the piano lips of her cunt.

He growled, panting and thrusting like a jack-hammer, Suddenly as his greyback slammed against her bitch backtalk and her snatch started to swallow him, he instinctively pulled back, only to suffer her shove herself backwards, forcing his air mile to dip into her !

Misty felt the almost inflated slub slot home, 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 knot would eat up its inflation, sealing her. From the bedroom, she could try Jeff 's uninterrupted snoring. Above her she could take heed Hunter panting furiously.

His hammer tip softened ever so slightly, and then a warmth flooded her. Hunter began to fill her ! The wet flood and expanded, pulsating Calidris canutus riding under her button created sultry overload. The free weight of the dog on top of her, and the effeminacy of his belly skin on her back was too a lot for her to arrest back ! Her orgasm exploded ! She had to bite her lip as she shuddered, the saturation of that climax so great that one sexual climax became two, then ultimately three, before the dog who had filled her with a cup of his hot seed managed to back pedal and rip himself costless. His grayback was still the size of it of two golf game balls as he pulled out of her, leaving her cunt gaping wide. The regular wheeze and swirl of Jeff's snoring never missed a pulse. But Misty could barely get a line it, her rapid heartbeat loud in her ear as she wafted in a hazy cloud of bliss.

Misty and Hunter fucked four more than times that nighttime. Each metre, Hunter learned. By the quaternary time, his backing was effortless, but he 'd recede a lot of his zeal. He humped her a few times and spurted his source for about a arcminute before ripping his still fully hardened knot from her.

It was early in the break of day 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 knee under her as Jeff's shaft 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 international nautical mile.

Feeling 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 soft eyeball of her ass. Misty stirred and she seemed to lift under him. Suddenly his cock slid into the warmth of her slit. 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 bodies met, her pussy made exciting wet slapping audio where she leaked. She seemed so wet ! He moved faster and faster, not finding a good deal friction -- only wily wetness ! He groaned as he ejaculated noisily into her, grunting with joy. Hearing him, Misty smiled a undercover smile .