Unknown - The Watch Dog

«Oh, God,» she moaned hoarsely, her voice cracking with passion. «It's so good … just a little more, darling … lick me there between my legs, lover! Oh, damn, damn! Lick me! Kiss me there before I go insane!»

Marlowe had reached a sensually maddening rhythm with his tongue and lips, alternately laving the wildly-aroused pearl of her clitoris and darting incitingly up into the warmly liquid depths of her cuntal wetness. Suddenly her whole body tensed as if in one paralyzing convulsion, and Kate Barrett's hands seized her lover's sparse hair viciously and smashed his face so tightly against her trembling fervent vagina that he could scarcely breathe. She herself gasped loudly for air and then held it in her lungs for what seemed an eternity before the shrill scream of orgasmic abandon burst from between her anxiously- clenched teeth.

«God, yes … yes! I'm cuuummmmiiinnnnggg! Aaaggggghhhhh! … God, yes, yes … yes!!» she cried as wave after wave of climactic passion broke over her spasming body like surf against a beach. «Oooooohhhhhh …!»

Her voice trailed away in a gasping whimper as the first satisfying crescendo of her orgasm dissipated in a shiver of still-hungry desire. «Jerry … fuck me now … p-please!» she panted eagerly.

Marlowe, freed from the imprisonment of her smooth white thighs, wasted no time crawling up and over her naked body as the voluptuous redhead raised her legs and doubled them backward against her own breasts. Hurriedly, breathing rapidly and unevenly, Jerry Marlowe positioned himself over the sexually-enticing flesh of the attractive widow and prepared – hopefully – to finish the exciting task at hand, that of bringing Kate Barrett to the teetering brink of a full sexual climax, and then toppling her head over heels into the chasm of sensual fulfillment … but once again there would be no finale, no last act. Jerry Marlowe knew it almost before he crawled on top of her and felt his own eager flesh against the parching heat of the redhead's fervent nakedness – his penis was as limp as a wilted flower.

«Oh, damn it, hurry … Hurry!» the carnally-incited redhead moaned in urgency. «Please, I need it, Jerry … don't let me down this time! God, I need a man inside me now!» She searched down between their lewdly grinding bodies for the virile hardness she so fervently craved

– but only a fistful of soft rubbery flesh awaited her there at the squirming junction of her naked thighs. «Oh, no! No! … damn you, Jerry Marlowe, I need a man and you give me this! Damn you, damn you, damn you!»

He moved slowly, hesitantly, toward the source of the disturbance, as was his training. With careful, deliberate steps, he padded down the carpeted hallway from his younger mistress's bedroom; he had returned there when the young blonde human had raced out in tears, leaving him alone to decipher the mysteries of human behavior. But now there was something new to claim all his attention, and being the sharply intuitive and obedient animal that he was, Matthew turned a}l of his senses into whatever task he was ordered to carry out, not sparing even a fraction of his uncannily keen mind or his superbly-muscled body. Now there was a signal sounding in the back of his brain, an alarm that was triggered at the first faint muffled sound of distress that seemed to come from his older mistress's quarters. He paused not more than a few yards from her partially-opened doorway, taut and tensely-alert, waiting for the next sound that would mean the difference between a false alarm and a snarling, all-out attack in defense of his new human … but this time he could relax, for in a couple of seconds, the door opened wider and his mistress emerged with the male human she had introduced him to a few nights ago. There was trouble, something wrong between them, but Matt could sense that she was in no danger. Quietly, unseen in the shadows of the hallway, he stood unobtrusively as the two humans bustled from the room, both of them flushed with emotion, their voices shrill and painful to his sensitive canine hearing. His dog eyes widened as his mistress stepped from the darkened bedroom into the light of the corridor … she was naked, completely without the clothes he had guessed were always a part of humans. He had seen his younger mistress nearly unclothed on several occasions, and he had guessed at the white smooth hairless loveliness of her flesh as it must have looked beneath her sheer night garments, but never had he seen a human this way. Matthew felt a strange, yet powerful, awareness begin to kindle beneath his powerful furry flesh, a weird and exciting knowledge that had somehow come to him out of nowhere – the comprehension that this human, his mistress, was a female in every sense of the word, as much for him as for this man she seemed to fight with even now. It was as if a whole new world had opened up for him, as much a bounty of new and wonderful experiences as when he left that basement home at the store and came to live here with his new mistresses in a world filled with color and sounds and scents.

He watched in rapt attentiveness as his red-haired mistress hurried down the corridor away from him; her human male friend seemed unsure of himself, something an animal like Matthew would be quick to sense. They spoke a few words, less in anger than in frustration, and his mistress, still unclothed, closed the door behind him, staying behind it to hide her nakedness from the street outside. Matt was still there in the carpeted corridor when Kate Barrett returned. He watched her as she moved toward him – she had not seen him yet – and his eyes bugged out from their sockets as he took in every inch of her soft white nakedness; he had never looked at a human in this way, nor even thought of it. A strange newfound warmth crept over him at the realization that his mistress's nakedness was no different from the sensual offerings of a female dog in heat! This beautiful woman, this human female, was burning up with that peculiar heat of unfulfilled lust!

«Matt! What on earth are you doing here in the hall? I thought you were outside! Goodness, and me running around here without a stitch on. Oh well, I don't suppose it matters to you, does it, big boy?» Kate Barrett walked to where the husky male animal sat resting on his powerful haunches; later, much later, she would recall that she felt a lingering shiver of exhibitionistic pleasure from the longing look he gave her with his soulful brown eyes. «Oh, Lucy has taken your collar off again. Where on earth could it be this time?» She wandered aimlessly about her daughter's room, trying painfully not to think of those last disastrous moments with Jerry – she had lost control of herself this time, allowed the hurtful truth to slip from her lips in sheer desperation. Kate Barrett knew he would never be back again and that failed to disturb her greatly, not as much as she would have guessed; what really bothered was the punishing agony of her sexual frustration, a surging pool of hot molten liquid in the pit of her belly that threatened to consume her alive, like some vicious parasite. Before, at least, she had Jerry, for all his inadequacies and failures as a man … now there was no one. And it was that nagging awareness that Kate Barrett felt at this moment with every ounce of her womanhood … the awful knowledge that she was again without a man.

«Oh, here it is, Matt,» she said lightly, her voice betraying her real emotion. «Come over here and let's get this on and I'll put you outside. It was awfully silly of Lucy to leave you inside like this. A house is no place for a big strong dog like you.» She leaned over him, uncomfortably aware that his brown male eyes had never left her nakedness for an instant, and reached around his neck to fasten his studded leather collar. «Here, I know you don't like this thing, but … Matthew!» Kate had jerked away reflexively from the sudden intrusion of warmly laving tongue across her bare thigh; but now she froze in that position, still half-bent-over, pondering the unthinkable … Was it intentional, or just some freakish accident? Could he possibly have done that knowingly? Is it possible ?