Jon Reskind: The hungry pet

The big German shepherd unhesitantly followed along beside her. He had known a kind master and mistress before the man who kept him in the house on wheels to protect it. He had tried to be close to the man, but he was not gentle and often Stranger was hungry. The man had not closed the door of the house on wheels tight and it had been simple for him to open it and trot off. It was new country to him with great trees and mountains, easy to hide in and not be found by the man. Water to drink was plentiful and soon he would find food without killing any of the little animals in the forest, his keen instincts had told him, and now he knew this was so.

The golden-haired girl very much pleased him. There was warmth in her voice when she spoke to him and affection in the touch of her hand. And then, suddenly, he had never seen so much raw, red meat as was set before him by another older and dark-haired woman while his new golden-haired friend continued to lovingly stroke the drying fur of his back…

"And while you eat, darling, I will make a phone call," Eve said to him, the pleasing mood which had stirringly swept her up since Stranger's unexpected intrusion into her life taunting familiar wantonness. "When he's finished, Conchita, bring him into my bedroom suite."

"Yes, Miss Eve," the other replied, watching the massive brute wolf down the four pounds of prime steak she had just bought for the dinner table that evening. When her employer was out of earshot, she said aloud: "You are a very handsome dog… but steak…?"

"What did you say?" a male voice from the butler's pantry called in Spanish.

"I was speaking to the animal," Conchita answered her older husband in their native tongue.

The square-faced man wearing a neat white jacket, his face leathery and his dark eyes red-rimmed, appeared limpingly in the doorway, a silver candelabra which he was polishing in his hand. "It is not wise to take in such a stray beast," he said. "It could be rabid."

"Humph! If the one who left this morning was not, this beautiful animal certainly isn't either!" Conchita tartly compared.

Manuel grunted. "If she had to clean that swimming pool just once she would not let dogs swim in the water, or carelessly drop glasses into it…"

"Shut-up your groaning," Conchita snapped at him. "Why do you think she keeps you around here; to ogle after her nakedness? Go back to your silver cleaning and be thankful for your three meals and a roof over your head."

Which was just about all he had, with the exception of the TV, her husband inwardly grumbled. Now, it had come to the point where his own wife would not undress in the same room with him! Caramba! Sometimes, the aching need in his groin was enough to drive him crazy, and most especially when Miss Eve chose to show him her young, naked tits as casually as if they were elbows! He had once, when she was in a terrible rage after one of her lovers had run off, seen her stripped completely and totally naked, storming through the house, her full, white tits and lushly rounded buttocks jiggling and swaying in her rage until his too-long unused cock had stood out inside his pants like an axe-handle! Yes, he remembered it well, for she had been drunk and passed out on the floor of the living room, and he had lifted her into his arms, carrying that beautiful, satiny-white body to her private suite, his hungry eyes feasting on the sparse blonde triangle and tight, pink cuntal crevice running up between her gorgeous legs…!

"Take the dog into her suite. He has finished with his eating… and it will be a wonder if he doesn't have indigestion the way he gulped it down," Conchita said, interrupting his lecherous thoughts. "Well, go ahead, husband! She is waiting for him!"

"Waiting for him…? I thought she was making a phone call? Besides, I heard her say for you to bring him…"

"Don't argue with me, you lazy peon!" Conchita spat, her dark eyes suddenly blazing. "She was calling Mr. Garrett next door, I imagine, and that was five minutes ago! How long do you think it takes to make a telephone call? Now, do as I say!"

"Yes, yes, you do not have to get all…!"

Eve's reappearance in the kitchen doorway, her lovely face wearing a gay and welcomed smile which was like the sweet music to her servants, interrupted Manuel's sighing words. The dog, Stranger, who sat licking his chops, had been glancing from one to the other of the older couple with intent interest, the deeper, hardly noticeable tones of their voices advising him of the affection between them. Then, the moment he saw his new, and pretty golden-haired friend, he immediately went to her with tail wagging.

"So, do you feel better, Stranger darling?" Eve questioned, still in her brief bikini and squatting down on her haunches to lovingly take the animal's big head between her hands, while Manuel lecherously gaped at her somewhat revealing stance. Conchita glared angrily at her husband, causing him to disappear back through the doorway of the butler's pantry.

"He has one fierce appetite, Miss Eve," Conchita said, smiling.

"Good. That proves he is healthy," Eve said, hugging him. "Keep plenty of the best meat you can buy on hand for him, Conchita. Now, he's just handsome, but I'm going to make him splendid, and the happiest dog in the world! I just love him, don't you?"

"He is a beautiful animal, Miss Eve… but where does he come from? He must have an owner…"

The curvaceous blonde girl came erect, startling the older woman. "He does, Conchita! Me!" she snapped, her round green eyes narrowing. "And no one better try to take him from me! This is one male I intend to keep forever!"

"Yes ma'am…" the dark-eyed, handsome-faced woman meekly replied, her keen mind abruptly realizing the significance the beautiful animal's unexpected entrance into her employer's mixed-up life was taking. And after they had left her kitchen, walking side by side, this golden-haired, lovely bodied girl whom she loved like a daughter possessively resting her hand on the massive animal's proud head, Conchita sensed a strange feeling that perhaps her Miss Eve had found someone she could love and trust at last…!

Had she wanted to, Eve couldn't rid herself of the constant parallels which her sensually roused brain continued to draw between the German shepherd, Stranger and the young hippy, Bo-Bo. It was almost as if she were reliving the first of their past three days… except that from the beginning with Bo-Bo it had been an understood, debauched magnetism, nothing more. Now she could face the fact by comparison that the filthy human creature had been so much less than an animal, while the handsome dog sitting on the inlaid tile of her bathroom floor staring warmly at her was far superior to most, maybe all men she'd ever known! And there was only love between them! That was the beautiful part of it all! Nothing more than warm affection and a love which knew no physical lust… love that was growing in leaps and bounds to tie them closer and closer together!

No, she would never, never be lonely again, the curvaceous ex-starlet thought thrillingly as she happily slipped out of her bikini while she watched her new male, animal-companion with smiling, possessive eyes! God, he was so handsome, and already, she loved him so much!

"Darling, right now I wish you could talk," Eve said, excitedly looking down at where he sat watching her. "And I would ask you: how do you like me all naked and standing before you, baby? And… and you would answer: you're beautiful, Eve! I've never seen anyone, or anything as beautiful as you are! Yes, you would… I can see it in your eyes, you devil!" she gasped, running to him and dropping onto her knees to hug his great neck, her resiliently out-thrusting breasts and rounded, full buttocks deliciously dancing and rippling with inner-sensuous feeling. Then, she kissed him between the eyes, his cool, wet nose brushing against the sensitive, erogenous flesh between her breasts, the sensation of his unexpected, kissing tongue warmly caressing her there causing a wild chill to tremor up her back.