by Jamie Knight
As I got used to the wonderful feeling of his beautiful cock deep inside me, Sam started to pick up speed, just a little at a time, tenderly kissing me as he did so. I was amazed at how quickly he had learned my every little spot. The not-so obvious areas of my body that could nonetheless give me amazing amounts of pleasure. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my hips as he started to fuck me even more vigorously, building up to a moderate rhythm that made me nearly pass out from sheer joy. Then something new.
As he fucked my tight little pussy, brining me to the very edge of ecstasy, he reached down and gently massaged my asshole. Just light circles around the outside. Still this was enough to send me through the roof and I started to moan with loud, reckless abandon, no longer able to keep the pleasure in or I just might explode. The climax overtook me like a tsunami, washing over every inch of me, leaving me trembling and shaking on his floor in a limp heap as I recover.
“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, gently stroking my hair.
All I could do was nod. There were no words in any language I knew to express how good I felt.
“I wasn’t sure if you could handle that,” he confessed.
“It was amazing,” I said, barely able to lift my head from the stair.
“Really?” he asked.
“Do it again.”
Lifting me up into something resembling a kneeling position, Sam reached under me with his left hand, stroking my pussy and behind me with his right, working my asshole with the same pattern. He kept everything thing same, right up until he slipped two fingers into my pussy and started working my clit, keeping his right hand busy teasing my asshole. Again, I felt so good I thought I might pass out right up until the moment I came, unable to hold it in anymore.
Stroking my hair to calm me down, Sam easily scooped me up into his strong arms and carried me upstairs. He lay me out on the bed, taking off the rest of my clothes before tucking me into the kingsized bed. Taking off his clothes as well he got into the other side, holding me from behind, spooning me until we both fell asleep.
The knock came suddenly, making Sam drop his fork onto the plate. He’d cooked breakfast for us, and I really was quite impressed with his culinary skills.
‘Who can that be?” he asked, wiping his mouth with a napkin before going to answer the door.
The dogs were going crazy, barking their heads off at the sudden noise. I went to calm them and keep them quiet as Sam answered the door, but I was still close enough to hear the exchange.
“We need Benny back,” a man’s voice said.
“Benny!” repeated a tearful child’s voice, on the verge of hysterics.
“Jim, I-Has it been a week already?” I heard Sam ask.
“Three. It has been three weeks, Sam, and my son would like his dog back.”
“Well, I - ”
Before he could finish, I came out of the play room with Benny in his kennel. It had been a challenge to get him into it, he was growing so fast. He wouldn’t be able to be carried like this for much longer, but at least he was getting used to being walked on a leash.
“Here you go,” I said quietly, handing the kennel to the man, who I recognized as Sam’s lawyer friend from the first visit to the park.
“Benny!” the little boy said again, this time a lot more cheerful.
He stuck tiny fingers into the kennel and squealed with laughter.
Sam turned to me, his expression embarrassed. “I can explain.”
Chapter Ten
Sam
It was a day I knew was coming, and in fact, should have come a lot sooner. I was just so wrapped up in my own happiness that I didn’t really think that much about it. And truthfully, I’d gotten kind of used to having little Benny around, and liked the pup. But my procrastination had only made everything worse.
Having little James there, so distraught over missing his dog, added a whole extra level of guilt on top of lying to both Ronda and Jim. I was so afraid of losing her, I turned into the kind of person I swore I would never be.
So I decided to come clean, fully. “Benny isn’t really my dog, I was watching him for Jim for a while when he got the cold and I brought him in. You assumed he was mine and I…I just kind of went along with it.
“Sorry to interrupt, but we should be going,” Jim said coolly, slinging the kennel onto his shoulder. “I’ll see you on Monday, Sam.”
He was clearly still pissed at me, and rightfully so. I mentally vowed to make it up to him and James.
And as they walked away, I could also see any credibility I might have had with Ronda vanishing in the distance with them. I was sure she was going to be royally pissed. Break it off right there. Maybe even give me a slap for good measure. Not that I didn’t deserve it.
I had been lying to her for weeks about Benny being my dog, at the expense of a sweet little boy missing his dog. It made me feel like a monster. I wouldn’t blame her for thinking I had done it just to get into her pants. Mostly because I had, at least at first. Then I actually started to fall for her. Despite the fact that our relationship was based on a lie. Ronda was quiet for a long time. There was really only one thing I could think to do, keep babbling.
“I’m so sorry I lied about the dog. I was taking care of him, but he was never mine, even though I did get kind of attached. But everything I said was real, Ronda, I-“
“Warren isn’t my dog,” she blurted out suddenly, startling me.
“What?” I asked in shock, genuinely confused.
“I lied. I mean, I lied, too. Warren isn’t my dog either. He belongs to Sharon who lives across the street.”
“The Scottish lady?” I asked.
“Yeah, she’s a friend of mine. I was actually wearing her dress on our first date. She did my hair and make-up too.”
“So your borrowed her dog - ”
“To be with you, so we would have something in common. I just thought you were so hot when I first saw you in the waiting room, but you seemed so out of my league. But the way you were looking at me made it seem like you wanted me, too, and so I just…I spoke without thinking, to keep things going.”
“Oh, I wanted you from the moment I saw you,” I confessed, “that’s why I let you think Benny was my dog. So I would have a reason to see you.”
“You didn’t have to make up a reason,” she said, taking my hand.
“Neither did you,” I replied, squeezing her hand gently.
Suddenly, like lightning, we both burst out laughing at the absurdity of it all. Both of us using the dogs to get together when we could have just been honest to begin with.
“Truce?” I asked.
“Truce,” she said.
“No more lies. Now, come on, let’s go finish breakfast.”
A little while later, when we were done eating, I scraped my chair back from the table. “How was it?” I asked, picking up Ronda’s empty plate.
“Scrumptious,” she said, leaning back in her chair and stretching, “you really should have let me cook though, you’re going to spoil me.”
“Poppycock, I like cooking. Especially that look you get on your face when eating something I’ve made,” I said, plunging my own dishes into the hot soapy water.
“What face?” she asked.
“Well-”
“Yes?”
“It looks a lot like a certain face you make in the bedroom,” I hedged.
“Oh really?” she asked, her wooden chair scrapping against the hardwood floor.
“Yeah, a bit,” I said.
“Want to be sure it’s the same face?” she asked, cupping my cock through my jeans.
By way of reply I turned around and scooped her up into my arms, making her laugh with surprise. That laughter turned to contented silence, then slowly to soft moans as I kissed her all the way down the hall to the bedroom.
Ronda started stripping down as soon as I set her down on the bed. First her shirt and bra disappeared, revealing her beautiful tits, and then she started on her jeans, str
uggling a bit with the button. I reached over and did it for her, then whisked them down her hips.
Her jeans hit the floor followed quickly by her panties, rendering her naked and open before me. Removing my own jeans to even things out a bit, I knelt on the bed beside her. Ronda leaned over and wrapped her lips around the head of my rock-hard cock, sucking hard as I reached down fingered her tight little pussy, slipping my thumb down to give her asshole some love as well. She tensed a bit, surprised by the new feeling but didn’t object, closing her eyes with the added pleasure.
“I have something for you,” I said, gently stroking her cheek.
“Really?”
“Wait here,” I said, kissing her on the forehead.
Quick as I could, I got the box out of my jacket hanging up by the door and returned to the bed.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Open it.”
Untying the ribbon holding the box shut, Rona slid of the lid, putting it on the night table.
“Is that-“
“It’s called a butt plug, sweetheart.”
“Oh,” her cheeks turned pink and her eyes widened.
“Are you up for it?”
She hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
“Good.”
“How do I - ”
“Oh, no, I’ll do it when the time comes. Don’t worry about that. I should get you ready first.”
“How?”
“Just relax and enjoy,” I told her with a chuckle.
“O-okay,” Ronda stammered, looking nervous, but excited.
Getting down on my knees, I took her gently by the hips and parted her creamy thighs. With her delicious pussy exposed, I buried my face in it, indulging in every last drop of her sweet nectar as my tongue explores her.
She whimpered and her fingers dug into the sheets. “That feels so good,” she gasped.
I focused my attentions on her clit, stroking the little bug with my tongue and making her moan louder and louder with each stroke.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, “I’m going to cum!”
I had no intention of stopping, and after a few more moments, she shuddered and screamed in climax.
“That should do it,” I said with a smug smirk as I lifted my head.
Turning Ronda onto her side, I had her pull her knees up to her chest, giving me easier access to her pussy and ass. She was still breathless and trembling, but I knew Ronda. She’d be ready for more in just a moment.
Popping the bottle one-handed, I lubed up the business end of the butt plug. Laying a comforting hand on her hip, I pressed the tip of the butt plug against her asshole, slowly easing it in inch by inch.
She let out a little whimper when it was about half way in.
“You okay, baby?” I asked, stroking her face.
“Yeah, it’s just really intense. Feels good though.”
Finally the butt plug finished sliding in, Ronda letting out a bit of a moan as it. I kissed her tenderly, honestly proud of her. As the butt plug worked its magic, I put some lube on two of my fingers, sliding them up into her pussy. Ronda holding my free hand tight, I fingered her to another, even more intense orgasm.
When she was ready, I carefully extracted the butt plug, setting it down on the night stand. It had done a truly admirable job. Getting the bottle again, plus a condom, I lubed up my cock and Ronda’s stretched out virgin asshole, getting us both ready for what was coming next.
Putting my hand back on her hip I could hear Ronda hold her breath as I pressed the head of my huge cock again the stretched out asshole. Slowly, I pushed well in, submerging two thirds of my cock in side her. She didn’t make a sound, but I could feel her shudders. Waiting until these subsided, I slowly started to move, driving into her tight virgin asshole while working her sweet little pussy with my other hand.
Each stroke brought a fresh wave of pleasure, her body gripping me like a vice. I was addicted to her, and I would never get enough of the way she made me feel. Physically or emotionally.
The pleasure built inside me quickly, and the way Ronda was writhing beneath me told me she wasn’t far behind. When she tipped over the edge and her muscles convulsed, tightening around me, it set off my own orgasm and I came so hard I saw fucking stars.
When it was finished, I carefully withdrew, kissing her tenderly on her flushed cheek. Carrying her into the bathroom, her arms around my neck, I ran Ronda a warm bubble bath. She dragged me in with her, and together the two of us washed each other and just indulged in a sweet, tender moment.
“I love you,” I murmured, my arms around her waist.
She turned to face me, and I lost myself for a moment in her beautiful eyes. “I love you, Sam,” she replied, then leaned in and brushed her lips over mine.
We’d had a rocky start, and while I wasn’t proud of how I’d gotten to this point, I was grateful for every moment that had gotten us here.
Epilogue
Ronda
A Few Months Later
I could hear the barking as soon as we got through the door. It hurt my heart a bit but I knew we were there for a good cause. Sam had called ahead and told them we were coming. He wanted to get one from a pound but I could never stand to go into those places. We compromised on a no-kill animal shelter.
The cages weren’t great, but still better than a lot I had seen. Most of these places had cages made of cold metal, stacked like lockers. These ones at least were set up in rows and had some proper, cozy bedding. The dogs seemed relatively content.
Not surprisingly we were greeted by a wagging frenzy, the residents glad to have visitors. I fell in love a dozen times over. It was a hard choice and I’m not actually sure I could have made it if left to my own devices. Fortunately I was saved from the wages of guilt by Sam. My knight in shining…wool? Cashmere? Whatever his suits are made of, I guess.
“This one,” he said, standing in front of a cage holding a three-month-old Bichon-Maltese cross.
“They can be difficult to train,” the volunteer warned.
“I like a challenge,” Sam said, staring at the puppy with a gleeful expression.
“He hasn’t had his shots,” the volunteer said.
“Oh, I think we have that covered,” Sam said, grinning over at me.
“So, where do you think he should live?” I asked, carrying our new little bundle out to Sam’s Jeep.
“With me,” Sam said without missing a beat, “and so should you.”
“Really?” I asked, tears stinging my eyes.
“It’s been six moths, honey. I think it’s time,” he said, with his characteristic quiet confidence.
“Agreed,” I said, snuggling our new pup, who happily proceeded to lick my face.
“What should we call him?” Sam asked.
“Fake,” I blurted, after a moment’s thought.
It sounded strange but it really did make sense, considering that it was fake dogs that had brought us together. Now he was ours for real.
“Makes sense, under the circumstances,” Sam said, mulling this over for a moment.
It was no small thing moving my stuff into Sam’s house. Luckily, he hired a moving company to do most of it for us, the only things we had to do being packing and unpacking all my stuff. I still saw Sharon regularly. Stopping in for tea on the way home from work during the week and longer visits on the weekends.
Fake settled well into his new home and despite some stubbornness when it came to the concept of being walked, sitting down every few step on the first few attempts, he took to training fairly well. We never had a single mess on the rug, though, so Sam liked to joke that the pup had come house trained.
When the move was finished, all my stuff added to Sam’s in his giant house, we decided to have a 1980s Fantasy film marathon, my idea that Sam was grudgingly going along with, each cheesier than the last. He had campaigned pretty hard for his collection of classic horror films but when it came right down to it, I won the coin toss fair and square.
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nbsp; “What do we do now?” I asked, when the last movie had finished, Fake long ago tucked into bed in his crate.
Sam turned and looked at me, a particular look in his eye. He didn’t even have to touch me for me to get the message.
“Race ya!” we said in unison.
That time we made it all the way up the stairs and into the bed room, Sam close behind me all the way. I made it to the bed first, yanking off my pants as soon as I hit the mattress. Sam was in hot pursuit, his shirt already off and his pants in progress.
We kissed passionately, only breaking so he could pull off my shirt. I had all but stopped wearing a bra when at home. Working his way over my chin, Sam kissed his way down my neck and down to my tits, working his magic with his mouth and tongue, a hand tucked up between my thighs.
Slipping a finger inside, he kept working my rock hard nipples with his lips and tongue as he fingered me. His hands worked their deliciously dirty magic, making pleasure crest inside me rapidly. I came hard, shuddering against him. He held me while I came down from the bliss, kissing me all over, letting me know I was truly loved.
Laying me down, Sam started at my feet, gently sucking my toes, before working his way up my legs, kissing and licking every inch of my skin. Arriving at my thighs, he kissed his way up to my pussy, slowly lowering his head between my legs and running his tongue the length of my pussy lips several times, working my clit deftly with his tongue until I nearly screamed with joy.
Pleasure built inside me again and I knew I was close once more. His tongue worked in magic little circles around my clit, and with each pass, the ecstasy builds until I reach a second, screaming climax.
“Ready, honey?” he asked, still stroking my pussy after I came.
“Fuck yes,” I replied breathlessly.
Taking me at my word, Sam stood to his full height and pulled me down towards the edge of the bed. Positioning me so my knees were hooked over his elbows, his slid his magnificent cock all the way inside me, making me feel every inch. When he was all the way in, his pelvis pressing up against mine, he started to move, his beautiful cock pounding hard inside me until I screamed in ecstasy.