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"Girl Scout Nookie"

SHORT STORY

Rat-a-tat-tat.

Upon hearing the knock on his front door, the bloodhound lifted himself off his couch with much complaining. Missing the end of the game was the last thing on his mind, so whoever was stopping by better make it quick!

Groaning, he cracked his shoulders and stretched. Sitting for too long in one place had given him all manner of aches that needed attention. He flexed his middle-aged body, joints popping with a satisfying crack. He rubbed his belly, the faint indentation of a six-pack a sign he was letting himself go. He needed to go back to the gym. He glanced back at the TV and adjusted the volume accordingly.

Rat-a-tat-tat.

"Alright, alright. I'm coming."

Opening the door, he was greeted with the sight of a border collie wearing a Girl Scout uniform. She looked thirty, if not a little older. And her 'costume' was on the small side, exaggerating her buxom curves as it strained to contain her body. Her midriff was showing -- soft black-and-white fur which looked great for cuddling. Her skirt came up short too; it went as far as her upper thighs and ended there. Wait...were those heels? Indeed, she wore a pair of medium-height open-pawed heels. A curious mix of clothing that made the bloodhound question what exactly was going on. She was unperturbed by any of this, and wore an upbeat expression, smiling at him nonchalantly.

"Good afternoon sir."

"Uhhh, ma'am." He acknowledged her presence with a nod.

"Would you be interested in purchasing some Girl Scout cookies?"

"I--aren't you a little old to be a Girl Scout?" The bloodhound scratched his head.

"Yes, I am. Strictly speaking, I'm not supposed to be doing this."

"Hehe," he chuckled, "what, is it a crime to impersonate a Girl Scout?"

Annoyed at his remark, she crossed her arms. This squashed her already-constricted chest, forcing her cleavage to be even more visible through her v-neck shirt, barely hidden behind the short cloth scarf she wore. "If you're just gonna make fun o' me like the last people I called to, then I'm just gonna leave right now."

"No wait!"

She sharpened her gaze, studying the bloodhound. Deciding to stick around, she let him speak.

"Wait," he said, "I won't joke anymore. Tell me why you're here."Thisought-ta _be good,_he thought.

"Okay." Her arms fell back to her sides. The bounciness of her chest was not lost on the bloodhound, momentarily mesmerising him as her cleavage returned to a position of rest. "Let's start at the beginning. My name is Kaylee."

"No last name?"

"You don't need one," she dismissed him and continued her story: "My name is Kaylee and it's my_daughter_ who's actually a Girl Scout. The troop's selling cookies, which I'm helping out with."

"Something tells me this isn't an 'official' Girl Scout visit."

She rubbed her arm, awkwardly. "No, it isn't. Please don't report this or anything, my daughter could get into heaps of trouble if they found out I was doing it for her."

"Relax. As strange as all this is, I'm not gonna report this."Maybe if this crazy bitch doesn't start talking sense any time soon, I'll consider it.

"Thank you--thank you--thank you!" she squealed with happiness. "You have no idea how important this is to me. You see, my daughter has been sick all week. She hasn't once stepped out of the house, poor thing! She can't sell her cookies unless she has help. So I -- being, like, the best mom ever -- decided to go around and sell them for her."

Not the smartest person in the world, he realised listening to her.

"Each Scout has a target number of cookies to sell. At the end those who've beaten their targets get all kinds of prizes based on how much you beat it by. That's in addition to the badge for_sales - woman - ship_. My daughter was so excited. She finally had a chance to sock it to Bethany Blake!"

"Who?"

"My daughter's bully. She's in the same Scout troop. Shitty, I know. Bethany's a vicious little bitch and her mom's a shameless whore. There's nothing either of them won't stoop to when they want something. Get this: her mom is selling cookies with her! Turnin' up the slut factor to get all the dads in the neighbourhood to play ball. God, that's such a scummy thing to do, especially for the kids. Parents aren't supposed to help them cheat. It ruins the competition."

"Um...aren't you also..."

"My little angel can't compete with both of them. So I had a brilliant idea! I'd go in her place. I also went to their Scout leader and reported Bethany and her mom. Oh the looks on their faces when they find out they're disqualified...serves that spoiled bitch right!"

"You're...you're doing what you just said is..."

"But you gotta see these troop colours," she twirled, arms out, showing off the entire uniform, "don't they look great on me?" She wiggled her butt. Her cheeks were visible past the extreme low-cut of the skirt. Two pert globes forming a gorgeous apple-bottom, with a swishing tail in between. The bloodhound adjusted his underwear while she faced away, growing uncomfortable as his body reacted to her subconscious teasing.

"Never was a Girl Scout as a kid. My mom used to think they were a bunch o' Devil-worshippin' lesbians! Like, that's a bit much, right? After putting on this stylish little number I wish I was. A Scout that is, not a lesbian Satanist." Kaylee admired herself, ignorant of how poorly the young girl's uniform fit her.

She's just gonna keep talking and talking, isn't she?

"Couple of adjustments and it fit like a dream!" She grabbed her cleavage. "None of the girls got real boobies yet so these things were a nightmare to work with!" she giggled, "but I think I have 'em sitting right. They look okay, yeah? Like...I'm not showing too much am I?"

"Sure. They look fine."Man, she really is that dense.

Kaylee described each article of clothing in turn, providing a detailed description of her thought process behind getting them to fit her adult frame. The skirt needed a new couple of notches to let her wriggle into it...the shirt had to have its sleeves and collar stretched...she pointed out details no-one would ever care about even if she were a world-famous fashion designer. If it weren't for her hot MILF figure, the bloodhound would've been bored out of his skull. Luckily he didn't have to listen to everything she said. After all, watching this woman point out each and every area of interest on her sexy body was miles better than any football game!

Her finger traced a faint set of holes in her front of the shirt. "I had to re-sow all the buttons back on after they burst when I--"

She stopped in her tracks. A look of shock and embarrassment came over her.

"Oh God I'm so sorry! I never got your name, did I? Here's me all chatty-chatty 'bout Girl Scouts and cookies and uniforms and I haven't even paused to let you speak."

"It's Dan. You haven't explained why you're wearing that uniform though?"

"Well I can't sell Girl Scout cookies and not look the part!" She rolled her eyes and made a face that spelled-out the phrase: 'duh'.

"And the heels?" He pointed to her feet.

"I can't just wear my daughter's shoes. There's no way they'd fit. So I put on whatever was handy. I hope they don't look out-of-place." Her ears perked up. "Do you like them?"

"Uh sure. They're very pretty." He grimaced, trying to keep his mind on the conversation and not her attractive appearance.Very slutty too.

"Wow, thanks! These are one of my favourite pairs."

She lifted her foot-paw to show him, modelling the heel as if she were in a catalogue. The raising of her leg had an unfortunate (or fortunate) side effect. Her skirt retreated up to her waistline, presenting her black-lace panties to the world. Like her outfit, they hugged her figure tightly, accentuating it. The distinctive canine shape of her pussy was visible through the material. She hadn't noticed this, content to explain her favourite aspects of the heels. It's crystal clear by this point that Kaylee was something of a ditz. If the whole scenario hadn't clued anyone in yet...

The bloodhound -- Dan -- was lost in the moment mentally undressing her. What little there needed to be undressed anyways. Sexy lady on his doorstep, dressed in a Girl Scout costume. He swore he'd seen a porno with this exact situation.

"So Mr...um...Dan, would you like to buy some?"

"Huh?"

"Some cookies. Sorry 'bout givin' you my whole life story."

"No no, that's okay." Dan considered his options:

Hmm...I can't let her leave her empty handed, not without something to say 'thank you'. She's given me plenty of jerk-off material.

Yeah, I'm not gonna be the asshole here and refuse. Who am I to turn down a box of delicious cookies?

He noticed he was starting to slobber. Probably wasn't the cookies he was drooling over. Wiping his mouth clean, he agreed to buy some.

"I'm glad. They're really nice. I ate some on the way here."

She led him to her car, which was parked at the side of the road. Thank God he lived in a relatively sparsely-populated area; the next house was a five-minute drive down the road. Could you imagine if a neighbour saw him with this...woman.

She popped the trunk. Inside were hundreds of boxes of Girl Scout cookies. Stacks upon stacks. There was enough here to supply starving villages in Africa with nothing but cookies as a staple for weeks, such was the enormity of her cargo.

"I'm not even gonna ask how you got that many."

She laughed. "There's a lot, isn't there? How many do you want."

"I--" Dan paused for a moment. How much did he want? What was his plan here? Buy one pack and that's it? She looked quite desperate, would she be offended after spending all this time talking?

"Is," he stammered, "is one box enough?"

He got his answer. Kaylee's ears drooped as the border collie sighed. She had been hoping for more. "Only...only one?" she said weakly, "I'll never sell all these at this rate."

Dan couldn't bear to see her lose her vacuous, naïve optimism. He didn't want to be the cause of its loss either. He found himself caring about her. So what if she was a few screws short of a hardware store? She was a mom looking out for her kid. That made her a good parent in his books.

He moved beside her, and took her hand. Gently he stroked her palm with his thumb, his roughened paw-pad brushing her fur. She glanced at him, her features still as radiant as when she was eighteen -- before she lost her virginity to her high-school sweetheart; before she had a child to take care of. Dan was a nice guy, she knew this. Patient above all else, given how he handled their conversation so far. Handsome as well. Gosh, was she really thinking that? Hoisting her mind from the gutter, she calmed herself, her sadness leaving her.

They could talk things out, like grown-ups, and maybe he'll buy more. Hopefully lots more.

"How much are they?"

"Four dollars each."

Dan chewed his lip. He was experiencing...feelings for this woman. Stirrings. The sensation emerged slowly, a lightness -- comparable to floating on a cloud. A fluttering...yes that was it. Fluttering, his heart felt like a bird flapping with all its might, dying to escape his chest.Thump, thump. His heart beat forcefully. The tips of his fingers throbbed with each powerful heartbeat, leaving a tingling in the clawed digits; his nerves fried from the pressure of each pulse. His eyes wandered over her body, then her face. That beautiful, oblivious face.

"Ah, listen. I think you're awful sweet doing this for your kid. And I think one box is too few." Watching her expression light up again brought warm fuzzy feelings to the surface, that were previously submerged beneath a sea of concern. "I might be persuaded to buy more. Possibly. I don't quite know yet. Aw man, don't wanna feel like a jerk for not helping you out."

"That's okay. You don't need to feel bad."

"I do."Somewhat. "You're daughter's very lucky to have someone like you carin' for them."

"Aww, that's sweet of you."

"Say, want to come inside for a moment? Standing out here discussing cookies is doin' neither of us any good. Plus, it's getting cold."

"You're right."

"Here's what we'll do. We sit down and talk. I'll fix you something to drink if your thirsty. Then we can work out how many I'll buy"

"Sure, uh, Dan. I suppose I could offer you a sample too?"

"Well I'm definitely buying one, so bring a pack in and we can share 'em while we chat."

Giddy, she bent over to retrieve a box, unveiling her fine ass once more to the increasingly-horny bloodhound. Dan licked his lips at the sight of her bubbly rear.

This could be going places.

He tugged at his belt.

Down boy.

* * *

"Coffee okay?"

"Yeah, it's good."

Dan sat down opposite Kaylee. Observing the collie drink the hot beverage, he paid attention to her face. She was trying to hide it, but he saw it nonetheless. A subtle grimace on her muzzle. It tasted bad.Gotta give it to her, she's putting on a straight face no matter what she' __s putting up with.

Hold on...I'm not that bad at making coffee, am I?

A crueller man would subject her to more unpleasant tests of character. That was not Dan's intention, however. He merely noticed her pretending to act as if there was no trouble.

She really is doing this for her daughter's benefit.

Wish I had a mom like that growing up.

"So, have you been to many houses yet?"

"Only a couple." She took another sip, followed by a light cough. Coffee was not this guy's strong suit. "As soon as they opened the door I could see them tryin' hard not to laugh."

"Assholes."Then again, I'd be just a stone's throw away from doing the same. She must've caught me on a good day...

"But lucky me! I found you."

"Yes, yes you did."

Dan stuck his paw into the cookie-box on the table between them. Munching on the baked snack, he found it to his liking.

"You're not wrong, these are nice."

"Told ya. Some of the girls are, like, amazing bakers! Bet ya they got it from their parents. I know one of them owns a cake store downtown."

"Speaking of, is it just you and your daughter?"

"Afraid so."

"No husband in the picture?"

"No. Not since my little girl was three."

"That's tough."

"You tellin' me! I used to think bein' a single mom was all glitz and glamour. Like those reality shows on TV."

Girl's got a strange definition of 'glamour' if the people on those shows are her role models.

"Pretty sure those are scripted...and not real."

"Aw, c'mon! Why'd you have to spoil that for me."

"Sorry."

The longer they spoke, the more Dan's attraction to her grew. Sure, she was a ditz, but she was hot. Something else irked him, something he was still pondering. Why was she so enthused to talk to him? Wouldn't she just make her offer and leave? Unless...

Unless -- of course -- she had a thing for guys like him. Did she?

Maybe she needs a little push in the right direction.

"What's her name?"

"Kate."

"She sounds like a good kid."

"She's the best."

"How long has she been a Scout?"

"Five years. She loves it."

She fetched and ate a cookie. And hummed while she chewed. He simply sat back and watched. "So," she murmured with her mouth full, "how 'bout you? Any family?"

"Not 'round here."

Their chat continued. Kaylee's perky attitude and sideways glances cemented Dan's suspicions. This lady was down to fuck, whether she originally planned to be or not. All he needed to do was broach the subject.

A scenario emerged in his mind.Oh Dan, you dog! That's so...delectably evil.

Okay, maybe he was crossing a line here. But god-damn it! When would an opportunity like this happen again? She fancied him too -- no doubt about it. The way she...she peeked at him when he's not looking. She'd been doing that the entire conversation!

His loins tingled. You bet your ass she was as horny as he was.

"If I were your kid, I'd be proud of my mom doin' something like this for me."

"Really?"

"I mean it." He placed her hand on his knee. Kaylee blushed.

"You'd do anything for her, right?"

"Oh absolutely!"

He slowly guided her hand along his leg, stopping at his thigh. She began to pick up on his ulterior motive.

"Oh my. Is this...is this the only way?"

"I can't see myself committing to a bigger order any other way."

"..."

"What's the matter? We're both adults. Who's to say we aren't allowed some fun every now-and-then?"

He brought her hand to rest on the firm bulge in his trousers. He was hiding a monster between those legs, a red-fleshed serpent, and Kaylee could feel it wake.

"You want this as much as me."

She found truth in those words. He was handsome. A fellow canine. The right build to give her a wild ride. Beneath the khaki crotch of the bloodhound's trousers she could feel his bulge, his sheath and balls. Yearning for release. Her eyes followed a line from his groin to his chest, studying the outline of his abs, then his pecs. Not obscenely toned like an overachieving bodybuilder, but soft and attractive -- in a middle-aged dad sort of way. Bringing her gaze to meet his, she saw the primal lust in his eyes; and a broad, glowing smirk across his muzzle.

She wasn't about to back down.

What about Bethany's mom?

What_about_Bethany's mom? She slept with folks so her bitch daughter could lord it over her little angel. This was different. She was supporting Kate any way she could. Those cookies won't sell themselves!

Dan growled seductively, unbuckling his belt. The metallic sound of his zipper being undone shattering the otherwise quiet atmosphere. He adjusted his seating, getting comfortable. Kaylee watched his sheath be revealed; a large pent-up lump of flesh and fur guarding his cock. His furry scrotum dangled free, the plump, delicate orbs brimming with thick, gooey seed. The tip of his shaft was emerging. Her eyes widened.

Bethany's mom did it for all the wrong reasons. She's doing it for all the right reasons.

...

Right?

...

"And you'll definitely buy more?"

"I will."

She watched him reach full-mast. Long, tapering from a small tip to a fat middle, then slimming slightly until reaching the base; knot deflated, as with all canines. Gingerly gliding between his legs, she approached his tender length, the air heavy with the scent of male arousal. Her hand wrapped around it. Dan grunted at the touch of her soft paws. The filthy corner of Kaylee's mind was in awe of this encounter -- the collie's burning lust tormenting her. Such a strong male specimen.

Her free paw cupped his sack. Toe-curling waves of sensation travelled through Dan's body as she massaged his loins. His nostrils flared as she tentatively nuzzled his manhood, her wet nose tickling the extra-sensitive organ. Rivulets of precum dripped down the length of his cock, Kaylee's motions spreading it all over, leaving a thin coating of slimy lubricant. She grabbed his balls, taking care not to prick the skin with her claws, and made a rolling, undulating motion with her dexterous paws. Dan leaned back in his chair, throwing his head back in ecstasy, tongue flopping from his open mouth.

"Aaahhh."

Kaylee continued heaping attention on his cock. One hand gripped and pumped the crimson spear, the other stimulated the base and sack, coaxing as much pre as possible. The collie knew how to handle a man, but it had been so long since she touched anyone this way. The moans and deep, sexy growls coming from the bloodhound connected to the tasty meat in front of her reminded Kaylee of how enjoyable it could be.

Dan could feel her stroke his taint as she played, making his cock twitch wildly, jumping in her hand. Bringing his sight to bear, he checked out the hot piece of ass servicing him. With each twitch she gasped excitably. A throaty, husky burst of breath. Music to his ears. His masculine mewlings were no doubt music to hers. And this was from just her paws!

"You're gonna have to do better than that," he rumbled, "if you think I'm convinced yet."

Kaylee's thoughts were consumed with single-minded purpose. Imbued with steely determination she crept closer, ready to escalate their encounter. Beholding his fully erect penis, she opened her mouth and dragged her tongue along its length. The salty taste made her hungry for more. Dan's pleasant grumbling reached her again with this new assault on his tender loins. Licking and slurping. But enough beating about the bush, it was time for something much more intimate. Kaylee's jaws opened wide and wrapped themselves around him. Dan's manhood found a warm home in the collie's maw. The bloodhound squinted, scrunching his face up, as he watched her take his whole length, albeit with a little resistance. He enjoyed this new feeling, the wet tightness her mouth provided, and patted her head.Good girl,_he mentally quipped. _Good bitch.

Building towards an orgasm, Dan hurriedly exclaimed: "I'm close. I'm almost--" Losing breath as Kaylee continued sucking him off, he failed to complete his sentence. He bucked forward, trying desperately to force as much of his meat into her mouth as possible as his climax drew near. The oncoming storm of evanescent euphoria was so very, very near. His peak was heralded by an almighty howl; his cock throbbed and erupted in Kaylee's mouth. His potency was a surprise, her prior lovers had never been so...voluminous. She gagged on the torrent of seed running down her throat. Thick, sticky ropes. Struggling to swallow his load, she held her breath and guzzled at the fountain of male essence for an entire minute without pause. Her hands repeatedly squeezed his balls, milking them for every last drop of seed. Soon he petered out, leaving her to gulp down the last few splashes of cum.

Recovering from his orgasm, Dan applauded her tenacity. "You give me cookies, I give you cream." He smirked, enjoying the wordplay. Due to her mouth being stuffed with cock, Kaylee could only roll her eyes and issue forth a muffled groan. Dan stroked her head-fur and gave a heartfelt apology for that abysmally poor joke.

Dan let Kaylee free herself from between his legs. The collie stood up, panting, his seed dribbling from her lips. Her tongue lolled as she inhaled swiftly, clearing her sinuses of the scent of heated sex. The bloodhound sat on his chair, legs spread, trousers unbuckled with his cock and balls dangling free. His member remained stiff, one blasting of seed not enough to calm the fires stoking his body. He looked (smugly) pleased with himself for successfully negotiating a blowjob with a hot single mom wearing a sexy get-up. The corners of his mouth curled upwards with glee, forming an open-mouthed smile as he stared back at her, panting also. Kaylee licked her lips, the saline aftertaste reminding her of what she'd just done.

"Now that I've...I've...uhm...how many boxes would you be willing to buy?" she asked as she watched his cock flop over his left thigh, twitching as Dan flexed his groin muscles.

"Ah. You make a compelling argument with your...uh...mouth there. But I'm still not sure it's worth it to buy any more cookies," he scoffed, and ended his manipulative jab with a wink. Kaylee growled in response, baring her teeth.

The bastard winked at her. The nerve!

Kaylee straightened her back and stomped her heel loudly on the floor. Indignant. "Fine," she huffed, "if_this_ is what it takes."

With a twirl of her hips she reached down and loosened her panties, letting them fall to the floor. Kicking them to one side, the walked up to Dan -- who was still seated -- and grabbed his collar. "You might think this is all fun and games mister, but I'm gettin' Kate her next Scout badge. You better buy a metric fuck-ton o' cookies when I'm done with you," she snarled, expressing her dominant side. Dan was ripped from his chair with a sharp, forceful tug. He shot up towards her and his lips collided with hers. Kaylee pressed her muzzle to his, locking them into a kiss. Dan perceived the pungent taste of his own sexual effluence on her welcoming lips.

As they kissed, Dan's idle paws explored her body, copping a feel of her round ass. He angled his hips and rubbed his shaft against her crotch, grinding against her pussy as it leaked hot juices all over his cock. Kaylee fumbled with her shirt buttons, undoing her top and unveiling her bra. Dan dived between those pert puppies, motorboating them -- his droopy bloodhound features adding to the effect -- before catching his teeth on her bra strap and tearing the whole piece of underwear away. Her breasts were now exposed to the world, situated snugly beneath Kaylee's tiny Girl Scout scarf, the magical melons bursting from her opened shirt. Dan nibbled, nuzzled, and nipped at her exposed chest, her firm titties receiving plenty of attention from the amorous canine.

Reeling from the onslaught inflicted upon her boobs, Kaylee ground her nether regions against his doggy dick. The longer she gyrated, the more wet she became, soaking her fur and his cock.

She'd made it her mission to sell as many boxes of cookies as possible. She wasn't going to back down now, she was so close! Dan just needed a little more...physical convincing. Yeah, that's all it was...convincing.

They were still wearing most of their clothes, too impatient to disrobe completely. Dan's belt jingled as he shuffled her towards the side of the room, trousers having fallen 'round his ankles. He pushed her up against the wall, lifting her body, supporting her weight with his own, until her heels couldn't touch the floor. Their coupling would be rushed, and needy -- both had been starved of companionship for a long time. And any hesitancy was quickly quashed by their raging libidos.

Kaylee's butt squished against the wall. No room to escape. She giddily awaited Dan's penetration. Much to her chagrin, he had some more foreplay in store before the main event. Oh well, she'd enjoy it all the same.

Filled with burgeoning desire, Dan slid down between her thighs, supporting her with his strong paws deftly cupping her buttocks. He pressed his nose against her pussy, inhaling her appetising scent. That savoury aroma worming its way into his mind, occupying his every thought. There it lay, in clear view: her spicy entrance, shaped much like their feral cousins. Big and puffy. A cautious lick left him wanting more. Kaylee 'oohed' and 'aahed' as he performed his cunnilingus, probing her meaty vulva with his tongue.

"Oh God yes!" she exclaimed. Her hips wobbled, her thighs shivered, her legs weakened as he explored her erogenous cavern, each rasping plough of his tongue tickling her insides. His maw gorged on her soft, tangy lips -- her clitoris engulfed each time he sealed his mouth to her glorious gateway.

She tastes so good. Dan basked in the transcendent zest of the collie's innermost treasure.This is totally worth it. By this point he didn't care how much he'd have to spend to keep her happy, it was worth every penny.

"Yes! YES!" Kaylee squirmed under his erotic treatment. A sharp intake of breath brought fresh pheromones coursing through Dan's system. Her limbs locked his head in place as she shuddered, unable to speak properly, to form coherent sentences: "Yurl...gah...yaaaasssshh!"

The tell-tale smack of her tail against the wall as it wagged incessantly told Dan he was doing a fine job. With a bit of struggle he pried himself free from her entwined legs, abandoning her pussy and climbing back up to face her. Kaylee's ears drooped and she wore a sad expression. Sad that he'd stopped making her feel good. It wouldn't be for long, however.

Dan oriented himself thusly, at the entrance to pure joy. Swiftly, and with precision, he thrust, piercing her swollen folds. Driving himself one third of the way in, he listened to the gasps coming from his bitch -- using them to gauge his speed and adjust accordingly -- before going the whole way in. They fucked in earnest, copulating without shame against the wall. Each thrust another mote of pleasure.

The sight of them rutting, partially clothed, made for a perverse tableau. Kaylee knew this, and it only drove her deeper into depravity. The juvenile aspect of her appearance lay in stark contrast to the_mature_nature of their entanglement. Sexual acts corrupting the innocence of her borrowed uniform. She imagined herself a young virgin teen, being seduced by an older male, brought into his abode, and roughly violated. Her fantasy played out over and over, in rhythm with the ebb and flow of her and Dan's lovemaking. In periods of slow, careful thrusting: she pretended she was being deflowered by the bloodhound, that he was taking advantage of a poor defenceless girl and sending her on the fast track to womanhood. When they sped up, Dan's hips bucking with every powerful thrust: she saw herself as the world-weary femme fatale such a relationship could only result in. Jaded, sex-driven, craving the touch of older men. Those notions...those imaginings...they served to enhance the passion, the heat of the moment.

"_Errggh,_tight!" Dan roared. Kaylee's heels dug into his back. Like spikes stabbing into his lower back. Those slut heels...

"Harder, fuck me harder!"

Dan was in heaven. He pounded that sweet pussy for all it's worth, the pain of his balls slapping against her ass cheeks a necessary sacrifice to keep the tempo at a brain-melting high. When he pulled almost the entire way out, he felt his cock drawn back, like another mouth was sucking him in with great force. The warmth of this bitch's moist confines felt amazing. He couldn't quite remember why she was here in the first place. In fact, neither did she, so overwhelming their shared experience had become.

Kaylee bit down on his shoulder to muffle a scream. Sinking her teeth in, she drew blood. Yet her lover had barely noticed, content to grunt in annoyance at the sensation that -- in all likelihood -- didn't register amidst the pleasure. Feeling his shaft slide in-and-out of her silk-lined passageway was like nothing she'd ever experienced. The way the tip was sizeable yet thin enough to just tickle the surface of her inner walls, preparing them for the rest of his cock, akin to lightly dragging a feather across the back of one's neck and indulging in the goosebumps thereafter. The way the fatter middle felt as it forced its way deeper, fighting against the tight, constricting flesh of her insides. Wonderful!

She noticed the base of his cock changing. The way it slid into her was getting more and more...different. His knot was growing! That bulbous mass of excitable flesh inherent to all canines. It filled with blood, swelling at an increasing rate. Dan would soon be ready to cum again. Her body screamed at her, demanding the thrusting last longer. Alas, all she could do was push back against his thrusts and flex her kegels in frenetic anticipation of his climax.

Dan moaned. He slowed his pace, hoping to conserve his energy for the final bout. His head rubbed against Kaylee's. Their forms embraced. His pride and joy was expanding at the base, the section of bright red flesh just before his furry sheath grew to a tight knot. It was almost twice the girth of his cock at its widest. A quirk of nature ready to lock him into his bitch, lock him tight. His knot strained against itself, it felt like it was going to burst if he didn't bust a nut any time soon.

"GAGH," he muttered as he pumped his hips one last time. "Take it, TAKE IT ALL!"

"DAN!" Kaylee screamed, his cock embedding itself as far as the bloodhound could push. She could sense his knot attempting to press inside. She moved a hand down to her pussy, fondling the visible portion of his cock. There it was. A huge ball of rock-hard dick-meat trying to enter her. She caressed his shaft and helped him push forward. With the collie's aid Dan was able to advance his knot, slowly. Her outer lips stretched to a painful extreme to allow him entry. Sliding over the bulging body part at a snail's pace. Dan made sure to listen for any cries of dissonant agony, that he might withdraw before hurting her too much.

Schlurrp. POP!

Damp, squelchy noise signalled a successful hilting. Kaylee struggled to compose herself, her breathing ragged after the stress of accepting his knot. "Dan..." she meekly cried.

He was now balls deep, even more so than previously. With his knot buried inside he could finally allow himself release. For a second time he came. There was less to shoot this time, having been well-drained by Kaylee, but he could muster a few squirts. His knot prevented any seminal fluid escaping, forming an airtight seal within her. His sack felt lightened, having expunged a hefty payload.

Dan purred as the last shockwaves of sexual thrill passed through his body.

Joining in the fun, Kaylee orgasmed. She yowled and yipped as she climaxed, shivering with pleasure. Her thigh muscles trembled as her body jerked. Her paws clenched, finding purchase on Dan's shoulders and leaving deep scratches across his back -- destroying his t-shirt. Her toes curled, squeezing her weathered paw-pads and cracking the join between her heel-straps and the rest of the shoe. A tiny amount of liquid leaked from her pussy and soaked Dan's lower belly. His fur was matted with traces of vaginal lubricant and pre-cum.

Speechless. And exhausted. The pair stumbled backwards, Dan carrying Kaylee to somewhere much more comfortable. Moving into his living room he walked over to a sofa, his body tired from exertion. They collapsed onto the sofa. The bloodhound lay on the bottom, with the collie lying on top. Knotted. Inseparable. They would remain this way for a while.

Amazing. The one word Dan could think of to describe his day so far. Well, that and_awesome._

It took several minutes of breathlessness to recover enough to speak. Dan broke the cycle of huffing and puffing: "That...that was..."

Gathering the strength to reply, Kaylee shifted on top of the handsome male. Even minute movements caused shivers to run down her spine as his member stimulated her further. Half-naked, stuffed with cock, she made for a 'pretty' picture.

"I can't believe I did that."

Remembering her purpose here, Dan rubbed her cheek. "It's alright," he said, consoling her, "I think you did good." He watched her grin, revealing the glee bubbling up from beneath her tired appearance.

"I'll take the lot."

"What!? Like, really!?" That would be more than enough to guarantee Kate's position at the top of the sales scoreboard.

"No joke."

"Wow! Thank you!" She embraced him in a warm hug, still locked in place with his knot. "You're my new best customer."

Dan laid a kiss on her forehead. The bloodhound smiled. "Maybe you should help out your daughter's Scout troop more often," he said with a wink.