Jon Reskind - The hungry pet

"Can we work in here, darling?" she tossed at him, walking out onto the small, open verandah where he saw the liquor cart.

"Why not? I-I just want to get a couple of rough profiles tonight…"

"Scotch, darling," she said, re-entering the room and walking toward him with the offered glass extended, wild little fire-thoughts of excitement beginning to hotly lick at her loins. "You lie down, Stranger… lie down! That's right… just lay right there and be a good, quiet dog."

"He minds well," Kevin managed, taking the drink she offered him. "Have you had him long?"

"Not too… but long enough, I think," Eve illusively answered, sipping at her own vodka-tonic and studying the perceptive eyes of the intriguing young man before her. "Your wife… does she know you were coming here, Kevin…?"

He couldn't help but stare at her. She was a Goddamned shrewd one, all right! But even that hardly mattered; they were actually doing little more than sparring, both hesitant to make the first open move… or was she?

"As a matter of fact, she doesn't," Kevin answered, letting his liquored eyes rake brazenly over the provocativeness of her veiled curves, finally riveting on the twin lush mounds of her full breasts with their tiny hardened nipples visibly ornamenting the filmy black chiffon. He swallowed tightly then gulped from his glass.

"And you've been drinking… quite heavily too, I'd say," Eve observantly judged. "Could… could something be amiss at home, Kevin darling?"

He sensed his brow furrowing. "What the devil is this, a third degree?" he irritably snapped as she began to smile with all the knowledge of the ages in her torrid eyes. "Look, if you don't want to bother with the sketches tonight say so…" She was gliding toward him… like a Goddamned apparition… that gorgeous, nearly naked body sensuously rippling with every tiny step, her tongue-moistened lips parted and glistening…!

"Shall we dispense with the nonsense, darling… and get down to love-making?" she seductively whispered, her resilient warmth yieldingly closing in on him, her arms slipping upward around his neck as she pressed her soft voluptuous body hotly against the hardened conformity of his own. "Time is always so precious… and we may need a great deal of it…"

"Jesus Christ!" Kevin choked, quickly wrapping his arms around her, his hands smoothing down her back to cup the firm fleshy ovals of her buttocks, the thin material of her negligee like a second silken skin as he pulled her unresisting loins tightly against the already straining hardness inside his pants…!

Stranger whimpered but neither human noticed, neither his new mistress who was clinging tightly to this male human he did not know, nor the man himself who was holding onto her with eagerly stroking hands while their mouths came together and the sound of their breathing began to fill the room. Suddenly, a deep hurt which the powerful animal could not understand, totally filled him. Again, he whimpered but no one heard; they were too taken with his mistress' act of stripping away her flimsy covering. Then, as she stood there naked and he began to fondle and kiss her white breasts, she worked at unfastening his clothing, the increasing rushes of their breathing keenly reaching Stranger's ears.

Though he still lay where his mistress had commanded, Stranger raised his head high to watch them locked nakedly together as they moved toward the bed, and defiantly, he got to his feet, but not until he saw the man's exposed thick hardness and the way he was crawling between the wide-spread legs of his mistress' pretty white body. It was then that his ears reflexively flattened to his head, and with the hurt growing stronger inside him, the big German shepherd trotted silently out through the open verandah doors into the night…

Laura was nothing short of drunk when she removed her thinly veiled robe and stretched out across the bed naked, her long raven hair still in unbrushed dishelvement, just as Kevin had left her. She had not eaten, only drank more and more of the Scotch concoctions hoping to soothe the unbearable anguish his angered walk-out had caused. But the liquor had reacted in opposites, making her think and remember all of the beautiful things about him more vividly… including the commanding way he had forcefully taken her that very afternoon, until she was passionately longing for him in a shameless, almost sinful arousal she would never have believed possible.

Off and on, she would cry again, and once she dozed into a fitful sleep, only to awaken and find it all very real… Kevin was gone… and the bruised, hair-fringed vaginal lips between her thighs were filled with a tingling flush as was the moist, still sperm-filled little channel they protected. God, how she wished he were there with her at that very moment so that she could take his wonderful long, thick cock in her hands and love it for him… then guide it back into the hungering, wet mouth of her excitedly awakened pussy where it belonged! He'd finally realize then how much she really loved and needed him!

Oh, Kevin darling, please come back to me… please…? the nakedly infused young wife inwardly pleaded in heart-aching desire. She rolled onto her back, slithering around in the bed until her head rested on a pillow, the swaying movements of her white full breasts sensuously catching her eye and adding to her tormentive stimulation. The irresistible urge to feel and caress them was more than Laura could deny as she sensuously smoothed her small hands over the soft resilience of their lush fullness, finding their tiny nipples to quickly tweak them into cherry-like hardness. Her breathing increased as she brushed her hands down over her waist and hips, inward toward the base of her belly to the erogenous mound of silky, hair-shadowed cuntal flesh. She pressured tauntingly, her slender fingers extended, the hint of her pink vaginal slit in the soft lighting momentarily captivating her.

Oh God…! She had never fingered herself, not even as a girl, it had been such a disgraceful act… but at that moment with the inciting wave of self-lust washing through her, she knew that she was going to…!

Stranger had unintentionally wandered into the yard, emerging from the woods and seeing the soft light glowing beyond the opened doors of the verandah. The hurt inside him was beyond anything he had ever experienced and he had ran off as if to escape it, but it was still with him as he easily leaped over the small railing and peered through the open door. His keen hearing immediately picked up the sibilant vibrations of heavy human breathing… of an occasional sigh and the whimper of what he suspected to be a female human.

Silently moving inward several steps, he saw her on the bed in her spread-thighed position. Her small hand worked in a teasing circular motion between her crab-like spread legs, and little human gasps continuously filled the room. He watched her smooth feminine buttocks rise from the bed to meet her rhythmically working middle finger, and something familiar clicked inside him while the hurt he had felt no longer seemed so painful. Something warm flowed through him at the sight of her curvaceous young body and what she was doing, and he sensed his own canine loins lustfully quiver…

Laura saw him then… saw the massive brute moving into the room to stand near the foot of the bed, and her hand froze in its lewd position between her open thighs, as did all of her while she stared in disbelief at his blood-stopping intrusion! His rounded eyes were like two limpid pools of brownish wonder in his huge head, not really frightening, yet… yet, the massiveness of him…! For a moment, Laura was tempted to scream! Was he a wolf, or… or wild and vicious? She swallowed tightly, raising her head to stare at him just as he leaped up onto the bed, and then it was too late to cry out because she couldn't! The effort had choked in her throat!