1. Who Owned Me -1


    Date: 8/27/2015, Categories: First Time, Mature, Sex Humor, Author: stif266, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    to have it. I've always liked taking baths more than showers. And I had a kitchen crowded with a refrigerator and a two burner stove, and just enough counter space for my toaster oven. It had been a present from my only b*****r. A toaster oven. I guess it was probably a good idea, and I did use it a lot, but that had been about the last thing I'd ever expected to get for my eighteenth birthday the previous June. &#034No collar, huh?&#034 I frowned at the dog as I kicked off my shoes. &#034Okay, let's see what we've got. Are you hungry?&#034 That was a silly question. All dogs are hungry, right? I felt kind of hungry myself and I didn't have a whole lot of food in my refrigerator, but I had some pot pies in the freezer. I figured one of those would probably make him happy. They aren't really that tasty, but they are cheap, and so I turned on the oven to preheat it and that would take ten minutes or so. &#034Hey! Uh ... Okay, nice dog...&#034 I blinked over my shoulder as the a****l startled me, pushing his nose once more to the back of my knee. He gave my leg a lick through the sheer panty hose I wore and then surprised me with a soft growl. I frowned and turned around to face him. He really was very large and his presence made the kitchen seem even smaller than it was. I felt my heart picking up speed and I hitched a sharp breath as the dog's nose pushed its way between my thighs and up, under my skirt. &#034Stop that!&#034 I told him, scolding the a****l and reluctantly ...
    pushing my hands against his thick neck. &#034Be nice! Good doggy, remember?&#034 I really hoped he wouldn't bite me or something. I didn't try to grab him, but only pushed the dog back. He surprised me by not resisting at all. He let me push him away, giving me his amber eyes and a curious cock of his head. He licked his lips, or whatever dogs have, and stood there while I tried to figure out what I was going to do with a dog that was nearly as big as I was. Actually, the dog was probably bigger than me, if you think about it in practical terms. He must have weighed somewhere around 125 pounds, maybe even more than that, while I was all of 110 soaking wet. If he'd stood on his hind legs, the dog probably could have looked me in the eyes, or close to it. I'm about 5'6&#034 barefoot and just because I stood on two feet instead of four, I didn't feel superior to the a****l. Not at all. I was rather intimidated by him actually, simply because he was large and plainly very muscular, very athletic, if you can imagine such a thing. I could see his muscles ripple beneath his short, black fur when he moved and I imagined this was the sort of dog that had been bred for hunting or something like that. He didn't seem to be the sort of pet who would be content to lie down all day at his owner's feet, put it that way. And not only because he was so strong, but the look on his face, the steady gaze of his amber eyes ... He had some strange confidence, it seemed to me. The dog wasn't afraid of ...
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