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The Dog Lovers

Chapter 1

The big German shepherd panted, as if grinning, up at the tall, curvaceous girl with the long, ash-blonde hair, and whimpered in excitement when she reached down and petted his great head. She smiled, revealing a perfect set of even white teeth, oohed a pet phrase at him, then directed her attention to the attractive brunette standing in the apartment doorway.

«Has he been a good dog today, Peggy?» Carol Dorsett questioned the older girl with the dark brown eyes who wore her hair in a brief and flattering bouffant, giving her a kind of mysterious thirtyish look.

«Sultan's always a good dog, aren't you, baby,» the shapely wife of the building manager complimented, adding her own caressing hand to the powerful animal's muscular flanks. «How did it go today, Carol? Any luck?»

«Nothing,» the young green-eyed divorcee sighed. «I must've filled out a dozen applications, and just about walked my legs off. God, I never realized it was going to be so difficult finding a job or I wouldn't have left San Francisco. At least, I know my way around there … but this Hollywood … brother!»

«Mustn't get discouraged, honey. Something will turn up,» Peggy White assured her.

«I hope it's soon,» Carol said, trying not to show her acute dejection. «Six straight days of listening to «sorry's» doesn't do much for a girl's morale. Anyway, thanks again for looking after Sultan for me, Peg. D-Do you suppose that Monday …?»

«Of course, hon. Just drop him off with me when you leave,» the other replied through her attractive smile.

The ash-blonde beauty nodded her appreciation wondering in what little way she could manage to repay the super's wife. Money was so tight for her … «Well, come on, darling,» she addressed Sultan. «Carol's got to bathe some of the ache out of her tired bones. Thanks again, Peg.»

«Anytime, honey,» Peggy White replied, slowly closing her door as Carol and her grinning, tail-wagging dog moved along to the next one where the weary divorcee paused to fumble in her purse for the key.

Inside, Carol immediately kicked off her low-heeled shoes. Leaning back against the wall, she took turns massaging the toes and instep of first one aching foot, and then the other, while Sultan watched with interest. «Oh, baby, you don't know how heavenly that feels,» she breathed down at her loving and constant companion. «If only you could, I know you'd do it for me, wouldn't you, darling?»

The big, sleek-coated animal whined his answer up to her, his rounded brown eyes glowing with affection. The pleasing sound of her voice relayed her feelings to him. She was his whole world and he could not understand why she left him with the other female person. She was nice enough to him, but never could she take the place of his warm-eyed mistress.

The shapely divorcee smiled fondly down at her faithful companion, suddenly realizing, as she had a million times over the past lonely year, how empty her life would be without him. Even living with her parents from the moment Jonny had left her, up until their divorce became final some ten days before, she had spent more time with Sultan then she had with her own mother and father. But her folks had seemed to understand, or at least thought they did, tying her emotions toward the animal to her lost singer-husband and the heartbreak of her broken marriage. They had been wrong, but Carol had seen no reason to enlighten them. Her feeling for her ex-husband had been long dead, ever since the second year of their marriage when she had found out he was running around while she slaved in a department store and he chased career dreams. By the end of the third year what little feeling remained inside her for him was breathing its last. She had refused to be the sole support between them and had quit her job. A week later, Jonny Gains landed his first worthwhile contract in a cheap Las Vegas nightclub and began paying the bills … plus flaunting in her face his open escapades with other women. Now that she could objectively think back on it, Carol felt certain that he'd brought home the little German shepherd puppy «to keep her company» as more of an insult than anything. Hadn't his favorite term for her been «bitch?»

Well, it was all over and done with now, and the likes of Jonny Gains, up and coming performer, could never know the joy, love, and companionship that little puppy had grown up to bring her. Of the few possessions they had jointly owned when after four years she had decided to bury the corpse of their marriage, Carol had asked for only one, Sultan, and had gotten him … plus a meager alimony which was always late, when it came at all. If only she were skilled at something to get a good job, but she wasn't, not even simple office work … and that she could thank Jonny for, too. Against her parents' wishes, after high school she had foregone college to run off with her bright lights- dazzled lover to the gambling city where they'd nearly starved before she had found waitress work in a casino, then lost the job because she was underage.

Eighteen years old she'd been, and living like a wife in a grubby trailer for six months before she'd landed the clerking position in the department store! God, what had she ever been thinking of? Three years of that before she had finally shanghied him into one of the local wedding chapels, childishly believing that a piece of legal paper was going to change everything for them. She hadn't even had a decent ring. Seven years of her life wasted … twenty-five and divorced … thank God there'd been no babies …!

Sultan's whimpers brought Carol back to the present. He'd gotten his nearly chewed-up rubber ball and brought it for her to play with him. Smiling warmly, she took it and tossed it into the air for him to catch and fetch.

«Oh you doll … one more time and that's all for now,» Carol said, repeating the act, then walking to flick on the noisy and inadequate air conditioner. Like everything else in the borderline-shabby, one- bedroom apartment … in fact, the whole building, yes, the neighborhood, too … it had pretty near outlived its usefulness. It rattled and groaned back at her, as if promising nothing but an exhausted attempt. Carol sighed and began unbuttoning her blouse. Survival in the close, Southern California summer heat meant wearing next to nothing whenever possible, she had learned in one short week of local residence.

Of course, she hadn't been forced to leave her parents' humble home in San Francisco. They had begged her to stay, find work there and make a new life among the old friends and schoolmates she'd grown up with. The darlings, bless them … what they hadn't realized was that there were no old friends nor schoolmates whom she wanted any part of, and vice versa, she'd quickly came to know. Carol Dorsett was the famous Jonny Gains's ex-wife, the piece he had shed once success struck, the wild girl who had run away with him without benefit of marriage and everything she deserved. No, there was no life for her there in her old neighborhood … but she was twenty-five and there had to be one someplace for her!

She might have gone a thousand miles or two even, had she had the money. Los Angeles seemed as likely as any city under the limited circumstances, and she wasn't yet sorry that she'd chosen it, though her job-hunting discouragement and the immediate stifling surroundings of her seedy three rooms and bath weren't helping to reinforce her decision …

The sound of the apartment buzzer startled Carol. Sultan's ears stood erect, a little growl sounding in his throat as his mistress quickly rebuttoned her blouse and approached the door. Peggy White's husband Ed, the apartment manager stood filling the doorway with his big, broad-shouldered frame when she opened the door inward.

«Hi!» he grunted, his puffy red face caught in an alcohol smile. «Wondered how your air conditioner was working. It gave me some trouble for awhile before you moved in.»

Carol felt the tightness catching at her throat at just the sight of him. There was something about the almost leering expression in his lead-gray eyes, and the twisted smiles he had shown her the short time she'd lived in the building that gave her a clammy feeling. From the beginning, she had tried to avoid contact with him, wondering in the back of her mind how such a sweet person as Peggy could stand him. He had to be twenty years older than she … his hair was snow-white!

Sultan growled at him.

«Whatsa matter, mutt? Don't you know me?»

«Back, Sultan!» Carol commanded, catching hold of the animal's collar. «I-It's fine … working fine, Mr. White. Thanks, though …»

«Just wondered,» he repeated, and Carol saw his liquor-glazed eyes drop almost lecherously to the deep cleft between her full breasts which her still partially open blouse revealed. Reflexively, she drew the silky white material together, an inner feeling of thankfulness for Sultan's massive protection steadying her.

«Y-Yes, it's fine, thank you,» she said, half-closing the door.

He stepped back then and nodded, but the lurid smile she thought she read was still there. «Just let me know if you need me … or anything … I'm right next door, you know,» he said, then licked at his lips. «Anything … anytime …»

Carol closed the door and shot the bolt to lock it, a cold chill shuddering upward along her spine. God, he'd been drunk, too! But … but, she hadn't really seen him any other way since she'd been there … those lewd, raking eyes … and that goatish grin …! How could Peggy stand him? Didn't she know …?

Sultan whimpered, looking up at her and she let go of his collar. «Thank goodness for you, darling!» the curvaceous blonde girl whispered, dropping onto her lushly rounded haunches to take his big head between her slender white hands. «You wouldn't let anyone hurt your Carol, would you, baby? My sweet, sweet angel!» She kissed him on his wet nose as he instantly licked out his long pink tongue to lave warmly over her lips in retaliation. «You handsome fellow! What girl could ask for more … that's what I want to know?»

The powerful animal whined as he tried to nuzzle closer to her and she hugged him tightly. «Ooooohhhhhhh … my baby … baby sweet! I love you!» she whispered, kissing him between the eyes before straightening up. «Now … now that whatever Mr. White's frightening visit meant has passed, I'm going to take that bath, Sultan baby! But before I do, I'm going to mix myself a little gin and tonic. If a girl ever needed a bracer, I think yours truly does. Come on. You can have some Coke and we'll take them into the bathroom.»

Sultan trotted along beside her, brushing against her warm thigh whenever he could, letting her know his excitement with little whimpers when she poured the nose-tickling dark liquid into his bowl.

«I never saw a dog who drinks Coke like you do, baby. No, not here … in the bathroom. Come on,» Carol said, leading the way and sipping at her gin and tonic, her mind still a long way from being empty of Ed White. Yes, as soon as she possibly could, she'd find another place, and hopefully one in a more desirable area. Maybe the struggling movie stars of the thirties and forties thought Westland was the «in» section of Hollywood, but she'd bet her life they wouldn't believe it if they saw it today. The paint-peeled stucco buildings and boarded up store- fronts, to say nothing of the shady-fenced characters, the hippies and obvious prostitutes of all ages moving along its streets would painfully expose to them its degeneration. And it was sad … but God knew, there was no room for anymore sadness inside her. It was time for something uplifting …!

Sultan watched her suddenly laughing down at him. He raised his head from the bowl of dark liquid that he liked so much and sneezed. He watched her smooth, soft curves ripple and sway as she undressed for her bath and laughed warmly at him, the long hair of her head a little lighter than that between her pretty legs. He danced around her, and longed to do something that would make her know how much he loved her.

Carol watched her darling all the time she drew water to fill the tub. Was there ever an animal, or a human, more lovingly devoted than Sultan was? God, what would she do without him? Coming home today, she'd felt miserable. Only the thought of her handsome Sultan had lifted her spirits. Then, seeing him excitedly waiting for her beside Peg! And the way he had instinctively caused Ed White to back off! He'd been protecting her … of course, he had! The beautiful cavalier! She loved him so much! He was really her whole life …!

The soothing luke-warm water, frothy with bubble bath, slowly drained the miseries, both physical and mental, from Carol's nakedly submerged young body. She caressed the fluffy suds over her full, rounded breasts, sensing her tiny pink nipples hardening beneath the water as if aggressively provoked, such moments of arousal seldom known to her since the remote days of Jonny. Remote but not forgotten, she thought, stopping the self-sensuous act, but not before a series of rippling delights stabbed through her sensitive loins and rapidly incited belly.

It was ridiculous … absolutely ridiculous that she should feel this way! She'd been able to control her sense of physical need for a year, and she could continue … couldn't she? Of course, she could, Carol told herself, climbing out of the tub! When the time came, if it ever did again, then she would give herself without shame to the man she loved. She had loved Jonny for so long … loved his body … the way he had made love to her, and she to him … his long thick blood- hardened penis rushing wildly up into her welcoming vagina … but always selfishly … thrust into her mouth with whimpering pleads … his boyish tongue licking feverishly up between her legs … the moment when he finally exploded his white-hot cum inside her …!

God, she had to kick these thoughts, and right now!

Sultan watched closely the movements of her glistening white body as she climbed from the tub and began to towel herself, his keen sense of smell detecting the sudden scent of her female nakedness in the small room. He had been aware of the exciting, heated aroma before with her, its meaning confusing him, but she of the midnight hair had educated him. He sensed the heavy weight growing in the depths of his own loins as he watched her turn to look at her curvaceous reflection in the long mirror on the door,

For a moment, Carol stood motionless, consciously admiring the harmonious balance of her eye-pleasing curves, a tingle of narcissism fluttering through her belly. She realized her own physical beauty and had always been excited by it … her full, pink-nippled breasts and slender waist flowing into generously arched hips and smooth-rounded thighs. How Jonny had raved over her long legs, the alluring shape of her calves, slender ankles and tiny feet, kissing them all over in his passion. But it was the secret white outline her swimsuit halter left across the resilient mounds of her firm, uptilted breasts and cupping the ovals of her full buttocks, that fascinated him most. She dropped her gaze to the stretch of satiny untanned skin over her hips and the soft little bowl of her lower belly where the curly triangle of sparse blonde pubic hair began to fringe the puffiness of her pubic mound and fleshy vaginal lips, tiny shivers of awakened sensualism rippling over her. Lord, when was the last time she had done it to herself? She couldn't even remember … but evidently too long ago, the way she was suddenly keyed-up. She had never been a sexually oriented girl, but …!

Carol dropped her bath towel to the floor and sighed, letting her own trembling hands stroke downward over her hips as she watched herself in the mirror. Her soft breathing increased as she smoothed her fingers inward toward the base of her incited belly to the sensitive mound of hair-sprinkled flesh between. She pressured tauntingly, her slender fingers extended, the pinkness of her moistening vaginal slit's momentary exposure captivating her. OOohhhh … she had to, was all … simply had to, she was that fired-up!

Sultan whimpered, demanding the long-haired girl's attention, and almost shamefully she stopped her lewd caresses.

«Oh darling, you'll have to forgive your Carol, but … but there are things even she can't do without forever!»

The big dog wagged his tail and animalishly licked at his jaws, then at her soft, sweet-smelling hand when she bent down to brush it over his head. She couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking as his big brown eyes seemed to sweep all over her body, almost lustfully ogling her soft white nakedness. An impulse of exhibitionism added to her stimulation as she stood there for a long moment posing tauntingly before his gleaming animal eyes. «You … you can even watch me do it if you want to, darling!» she hotly whispered, that lurid thought feeding more fuel to the wave of self-infused passion washing through her. «Come on!» she hissed, quickly leading the way toward the bedroom. «You can sit right by the bed and watch Carol, darling!»

Sultan followed close beside her, brushing against the warm smoothness of her thigh as she walked, the exciting scent of her effluent body- heat filling his nostrils. He paused as she climbed onto the bed, the soft curves quivering with every movement, and then she was lying on her back and breathing heavily, hardly looking in his direction now. The powerful animal watched her long legs spread slowly open on the bed, her small hand moving down between them to the blonde-fringed opening to her pussy. He watched her fingers begin to work in a teasing circular motion, little sighs of pleasure tumbling from her parted lips, her smooth white buttocks starting to rise from the bed to meet her rhythmically moving hand …

And that was when he leaped up to join her!

The German shepherd's unexpected approach took Carol completely by surprise. Since he was a small pup, she had never allowed him on the bed, and now as she stared down between her lewdly spread legs and watched him move forward between them, she could only gape in startled wonderment! She withdrew her hand from its lascivious self-indulgent task and raised herself onto her forearms, hardly frightened, but simply awed by his abrupt act and his rather obscene position between her yawning thighs.

Something held the sensuously stirred blonde from speaking as she stared at him, her widened green eyes reflecting her bewilderment, watching fascinated as his loving brown ones swept over her naked curves almost as if he had illicit thoughts m mind! And then, he was moving in even closer up over her, dropping his big head to lick out with a hot fluid tongue against the smooth flesh of her responsively twitching belly!

Carol irresistibly gasped at the astonishing contact, swallowing at the sudden dryness in her throat as his long pink tongue began to lick moistly over her muscle-tensed belly! He had never done, or even attempted anything like this before! She was speechless now as again and again he did it, while she continued to lie there beneath the desire-inciting length of his wetly heated caresses, his fervent tonguing making incredible sensations spiral through her torso, only adding to her lustful exhilaration.

OOooohhh … this was unbelievable! What was possessing him? But she wasn't going to stop him! Just how far would he go if she let him …? Then, his long, damp tongue licked heatedly upward over the quivering flesh of her waist, working higher and higher until he was actually lapping the rounded undersides of her sensitive breasts! Tenderly, he washed up over them toward the tiny straining buds of her nipples! Carol couldn't hold back the moan escaping her when his searing, moist flesh grazed wetly over the erogenous, pebble-like buds, first one and then the other, sending feverish thrills of lewd enticement whipping through her tremulous flesh!

She knew she should stop him before it went any further! It was becoming absolutely obscene! And then a sense of disappointment followed as, abruptly, Sultan stopped of his own accord and began to back down between her still widespread legs. The temptation to call him back was short-lived and unnecessary as, suddenly mesmerized, she watched him poise his massive head between her lewdly opened thighs, then slowly lower it, his heated animal breath taunting the fringe of soft blonde curls there!

Carol couldn't believe it when her dog's cool wet nose brushed the warm, sensorial flesh of her inner thigh … and finally, the pinkly pouting lips of her excited pussy! She heard his little whimper as he sniffed at her heatedly roused loins, his long nose probing at her susceptible flesh as though he were actually trying to seduce her! She felt the coolness of it suddenly exploring the smooth crevice between her milk-white buttocks, then wetly laving the exposed little rosebud of her tiny puckered anus!

«Oooooh … Sultan … you naughty darling!» Carol gasped, uncontrollably lurching beneath the wicked contact. «Wh-What's come over you all of a sudden … ooooohhhhhh!»

His hot tongue suddenly shot out to lick feverishly up and down the smooth vale surrounding her tight little anal entrance, the tip worming teasingly up into her clasping nether passage! At that shocking point, Carol wasn't certain what to do next, whether to order him to stop, or lustfully goad him on, but that too was a decision she never had to make! Suddenly, his seething wet tongue began to lick at the narrow pink slit between her luridly spread thighs! Moans bubbled up in her throat, little tremors of unbearable desire rippling over her naked flesh as he lapped fluidly upward through the entire pink-flushed length of her vulnerable cunt! Ooohhhh, the wild sensations … and they were needling inward to stab deep at the nerve centers of her now intensely fluttering belly!

He didn't stop! His fiery animal-tongue was spreading through the yielding, swollen lips of her hair-framed pussy with long relentless sweeps, erotically splaying the tender flesh wide, pausing at last to lunge in an invading curl far up into the liquid heat of her excitedly throbbing vagina! She gasped and jerked convulsively, dropping flat onto her back to writhe in uncontrollable delight under the big dog's shocking oral lovemaking, mindlessly drawing her legs back to give the beautiful darling greater access!

Even had she wanted to, the obscenely positioned young blonde knew that she could never order Sultan to stop, now that the intense thrills of his long wet pleasure-bringing tongue were penetrating right through her voluptuously hungering body. She heard her own desperate moans increase, while her desire glazed mind began to slip into a delicious oblivion of velvet sensuality. Unceasingly, the loving animal-tongue bated her offered loins, from the mug little opening of her lewdly working anus, upward through the hot wet crevice of her cunt. At the peak, he hesitated maddeningly, his knowledge baffling her when suddenly he penetrated to flick wetly at the quivering bud of her rigidly erect clitoris, fanning her ever mounting desire as she whimpered in carnal delight!

On and on it went, time seeming to lose its meaning for Carol, nothing mattering but the heavenly searing tongue licking relentlessly through and over her passion-inflamed cuntal flesh until she was gasping and writhing her entire naked body in frantic pleading beneath it!

«Aaaaaauuuhhhhhhhhh …!» she choked as he flicked his tormenting tongue in a feverish, spearing curl far up beyond the clutching, long- unused mouth of her burning vagina! «Ooohhh … yes … my lover! Do it for me! Make Carol cum, Sultan darling! She needs to so badly! Lick it, darling! Lick Carol's hot little pussy …!»

With an animalistic groan of her own, Carol drew her knees back flat to her palpitating breasts, and reaching down between them to grasp his head she pulled his long nose in tight against her wetly yearning vagina! His loving tongue flicked far up the fire-filled channel like a burrowing mole, his own whimpers blending with hers as he fiercely lashed and penetrated the glistening pink flesh between her widespread thighs and buttocks.

«Oh God … yes, baby … lick it! Lick your Carol's needing cunt!» she hissed out again, raising her blonde head as best she could to look down between her obscenely drawn up legs to watch whatever she could of the bestial ravishing of her loins. Oh God …! Her wide-split cunt was flushed to near redness, its shimmering inner-flesh was the most lust- intoxicating sight she had ever seen! Her blood-filled pussy lips were spread like a omniverous mouth, with her handsome darling's long furry snout shoved as far as it would go, right up into the hungering passage of her seething vagina! She could actually feel his jaws working when he opened them, stretching the elasticized entrance of her cunt to thrust his tongue deep into her fire-filled belly! He seemed to be furiously reaching new depths inside her with every lurid lunge! Insanely, she began to pull at his head while she obscenely thrust her greedy loins up at him, trying to force his long nose like a thick furry cock up into her hotly throbbing cunt!

What might have been a pained whimper came from the depths of Sultan's throat, but Carol never heard it! Instead, she felt the exotic sensation of his coiling tongue smooth against, then worm its way lewdly into the small, clam-like mouth of her vagina, spine-shattering sensations of lust overwhelming her helpless flesh!

She was going to cum! Oooohhhh … he had done it for her … the beautiful darling … with his cold wet nose shoved hard against her wide-stretched cuntal passage and his tongue spiraling like the licking flame of a candle at her tender cervix!

In nothing short of delirium, Carol clutched at his big animal-head, burying his phallus-like nose another fraction of an inch deeper up into the tight-clutching opening of her orgastically throbbing cunt, holding savagely to his pointed ears as she lustfully fucked her loins up onto his animal-face and felt the never-ceasing ecstasy of his searing tongue caressing and stabbing into her super-sensitive cervix!

«Oooohhhhh loverrrrrr … I – I – I'm cummmmmmiinnggggggg …!» she wailed, jerking at his head and fucking his snout in selfish ecstasy, nothing mattering but the overwhelming enchantment bursting like a huge hot bubble of erotic bliss to flood down through her long-denied body and permeate her with exhausting sensations of sensually drained fulfillment …!