"Oh!" she cried. "Do it, Duke! Fuck me, doggie, fuck me!"
She squeezed her cunt on his prick, grabbed his legs tightly, matching the frenzy of his passion with hers.
Within minutes, she had come several times, and Duke wiggled up into her with a shooting spermy climax that had him breathing like a long distance runner after the last quarter mile sprint.
"Oh that was good, that's good," Janey sighed, as Duke slowly relaxed and gradually slipped out of her. She went into the bathroom.
After a couple of hours of watching TV with him, she felt very tired. She got up to snap off the set and Duke followed her. He stuck his face between her legs and wouldn't automatically get out of the way to let her pass. When she finally pushed by him, he ran up to her again and nuzzled and sniffed the back of her legs, on up into her ass, tickling her with his insistence.
She looked down at him for a while. "How about coming in with me, Duke?" she said thoughtfully, leading the way to her bedroom and admitting the happy dog.
She pulled back the covers and top sheet, got in, and held out her arms to Duke. He nuzzled her, frisked around, and licked the tops of her breasts affectionately. She kissed him.
"Come on, Duke!"
After much urging, she got him under the covers with her and turned off the light. It had been no problem getting him to jump on top of the bed, though at first it had been necessary to break down the former prohibition she had imbued him with. Once he was on top of the bed, though, he just wanted to sit there on his paws, panting happily, per-haps lying down, but on top of the blankets. To be underneath was strange for him and made him kind of uncomfortable. But she caressed his genitals and aroused him enough to stay just where her gentle sexy hand wanted him to stay.
"Oh Duke," she said smiling in the dark. "You've got a lot to learn, or else I do. I want you to be nearby in case I want to fuck. It's going to be a long night," she finished, yawning, gripping, stroking, and squeezing his genitals as she hovered just above the threshold of unconsciousness.
Sometime later, it seemed like hours but may have been much less due to her deep sound sleep, she awoke from vague, stimulating dreams to find Duke rubbing against her and licking her ear and the back of her neck. She hugged him to her, spreading her thighs automatically so that more of her most sensitive parts could contact his hard, thrusting body. He grappled with her in this fashion, feeling a little clumsy doing it face to face and lying down like humans, but he conformed to her needs pretty well. She stroked his back, up and down his spine, tantalising him with her sensual touch.
Feeling him rub frantically against her, she reached down under his legs and took hold of his genitals.
"Don't waste it," she said, "do it inside me."
She guided the dog hard-on into her cunt. He moved against her strongly and penetrated well. His thick-skinned hairy prick sheath rubbed against the fanned out lips of her cunt.
A vision of Maureen suddenly came into her mind's eye. She imagined they were kissing passionately mouth-to-mouth.
She moved harder against Duke. He humped with wild abandon.
She also saw Rodney. His long smooth erection — his tongue working on her sexy cunt.
She grabbed Duke as tightly as she could, wrapped her legs around his thrusting lower body and humped back and forth with him. Soon both came, whimpering with exhausted pleasure.
CHAPTER SEVEN
At the office, Janey felt a little weird. Good, but rangy. Different, very turned on, she was rushing around with her work, asking questions of her superiors, bull-shitting with other girls on the prompting of an instant, often spewing out five minutes of talk with them in two minutes, shifting impatiently from foot to foot. They didn't think she was trying to get away, rather they enjoyed the attention she showed them. Always friendly, she was today being aggressive, solicitous, and even passionate, seeming to speak with the gleam of her eyes and the motions of her tongue as much as she did with the words.
For her part, Janey very lustful. She had been gazing about her all day, watching office people run in and out, bend over the work at their desks, frowning or with neutral faces or smiling and laughing, and reflecting how they all looked like animals. Human dogs! She said to herself and laughed out loud at the crazy idea. They all looked like bunch of barnyard creatures to her. Look at them in their tight slacks, buttocks prominently outlined to all eyes. Look at their short tight skirts and dresses, showing their legs and sometimes a glimpse of their panties. If they were animals, they would get together and sniff each other. She fell like a dog and fantasised that they were all dogs and could run around sniffing each other on the buttocks as a means of saying, Hi, hello, how are you. Shall we do more?
In her fantasy everybody looked good to her. All those women with unique hips, bushy vaginas, and musky scents! She could run up and give them each a dog sniff! Or do it to those guys, each one a brand-new pair of hairy balls, long hosey tubes or short little cute pricks that would triple their size if she played with them.
Seated at her desk she surreptitiously pressed a hand against her pubis. She was really getting wet. If she didn't get some relief soon or forget about it, she'd be filling the office with her scent and they'd all be over sniffing her.
After while she forgot about it and went about her work very busily and energetically, but she couldn't keep it neutral. Every five minutes an image was popping up in front of her. Once the image of one of the men standing in front of her on purpose, even though he never looked at her, and pointing at her with a clothed erection, like a pointing dog. But she noticed finally there was no hard-on, no attention to her.
She felt a random horniness. Any woman with a decent body made her sensitive, and some of them had superb figures or parts of figures: fine faces, legs, hands, perfect bottoms, fine torpedoes. She was in one of those fits where she saw everybody's pubic hair in her mind's eye.
Soon she was in the lavatory masturbating in a stall. Her head went to an intense image and stayed there so she could concentrate enough to bring herself over the edge. At one point two women were talking quietly in another part of the bathroom, and there was another lone woman next to her for a couple of minutes, she was sure at certain times that each of them could hear her playing with herself and were listening — perhaps with interest! The thought amused her and made her laugh as he washed, up and walked out of the room.
That night Rodney called her up, and she refused to go see him. She was tired, but the fact was Duke stayed with her in bed all night. She hadn't been aware while speaking to Rodney that the dog was going to take his place in bed.
The next night she went to visit him, and he felt an irritating coolness or detachment in her. "What's on your mind?" he kept asking her, but she didn't know what he meant. She realised her own feeling and response were thinner, but could she tell him that the sex was being diluted by Duke? Maybe she would have to choose, or develop more potential energy.
She gave him what he wanted, though, she worked very carefully and considerately on him and got herself off. They passed into sleep very happily.
The next day at work, after stopping at home early and felting Duke out for a quarter of an hour after his long night alone, she found another old superior at the office, a Mr. Adams, playing with her papers and pens and paper clips, extremely interested in what he was telling her about some procedure or other and anecdotes about the billing department, sitting on her desk and rapping on and on, smiling through her oblique stare, not caring that she didn't want to pay attention.