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Zipping down the road out of Pawsburg at a nippy pace with Faith at the wheel of the little champagne color sedan as it hits a pot hole, "Ah geez, girl!" Robert comments, "We aren't in a rush are we? Still got 20 minutes before the show starts."

"I know," she concedes to him, "But we gotta get snacks and stuff too. That takes time, what if there's a line?" The chestnut mutt in control of the vehicle begins to slow, swerving into the entrance of the drive in movie theater like some sort of wannabe race car driver, shoving Bobby against his seat belt as she does so.

The lot is empty, to both of their surprise, and they pull up to the side of the ticket booth to pay their entry fee to Willow, the girl who runs the stand. Exchanging a ten dollar bill and getting some change back before Faith nearly peels out in the gravel. Bobby swiftly exclaiming that maybe he should be doing the driving. The pair pick a slightly off center spot and quickly get out, with Faith trying to get him to race her to the snack stand.

A race that the fit lab wins, Bobby getting to the counter first while laughing about the whole thing. Willow, not busy at all, quickly sets them up with a big tub of popcorn, drinks, and some sweets. Before long they're back in the car, engine idling and radio tuned to the theaters station to hear the audio of the movie with the cars speakers. It was to be the last showing of the night, only two hours from midnight at the start, and the empty parking lot didn't seem like it was going to be seeing any more late night customers.

Resting comfortably on the soft fabric of the bench seat in Faiths car the two snuggle into one another happily. Nibbling on the salty popcorn as the movie starts. Some old sci-fi flick from thirty or forty years ago with crazy space ships that have visible string holding them up. The entire premise being something about some skinless monkey looking aliens invading Earth to pillage it out of intergalactic greed. Cliche stuff they both admitted, but fun to watch.

Settling down to the pace of snacking, sipping on soda, and snuggling in the cool interior of the car it only takes about 30 minutes or so before the previously giddy Faith begins to doze lightly in Bobby's arms. Softly the golden haired lab cajoles her, "Really ran yourself out, huh? It's been a pretty long day." She just turns and cozies her face up to his neck, breathing deeply and starting to fall asleep in full.

She had been so excited to drag him along on this impromptu date, after the shenanigans they'd gotten into the day they'd met the pair had kept in close touch. Waiting patently for a day where they'd both be free to run around town with one another, and run around they had. In the back seat were a few bags full of goodies they had both picked up at the thrift stores in the downtown Pawsburg area. Knick knacks and junk mostly, but fun junk.

Setting his drink down into the door's cup holders Bobby reached up to stroke Faiths hair slowly and gently, careful not to wake her. They had run around like crazy kids all day long, something they weren't both far away from. He'd learned she was a few years older than his own eighteen, but it didn't bother him in the least, nor her. They'd talked nearly constantly and the pace had been high until this very moment.

Continuing to watch the old film the dog made pillow reached to the radio and slightly turned down the volume of the space battle that was pouring in. She had wanted him to see this movie, and he was determined to watch it even if she was passed out. The night went on, evil hairless monkeys and all, with him careful when sipping at his drink or nibbling at the popcorn. After a time the movie reached the point where the heroes were surely going to be killed by the invading creatures when he heard her muse up at him, "This is the best part."

Looking down to see her big green eyes peering at him sleepily before he responds, "Have a nice cat nap?" Nodding in answer she blushes and admits, "I didn't mean to fall asleep, you make a good bed." Her arms wrap around him and squeeze tightly, hugging him firmly for a moment before she pulls away and grabs her own drink. Taking a long pull of the caffeinated beverages straw before putting it back and squinting at him fiendishly.

"What?" he asks, "Did I do something?" She shakes her head and leans in to whisper conspiratorially in to his ear, her muzzle slightly pushing up under its floppyness, "I'm going to get you back for what you did to me at the airport, Robert. It's your turn to squirm."

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It only takes the second winded pooch a few moments to pull Bobby's shorts down a bit, underwear in tow. Practically laying on the bench seat of the sedan with her elbows under her to support the angle she moves quick. Still soft from the surprise of it all she opens her mouth and licks, teasing and probing at his mostly hidden member. Bobby, for what it's worth, takes a moment to look around and make sure the coast is clear.

It is, there's no other vehicles in the lot and it looks like the owner has gone into his trailer while the reel runs itself out. He can't even see Willow, who presumably is sitting somewhere in the little confession stand. Looking back down at his plump cock sucking girlfriend he relaxes, letting her do as she pleases as his arms reach out to either side of the extended seats back.

Faith focuses on the task at hand, or well, in mouth. Rapidly Bobby's tool grows as he relaxes and lets her mouth and hands play. Stroking his shaft as she teasingly tongues the tip, "I'm not really sure what I'm doing, but you'll let me know if it's okay, right?" Answering softly he assures her he will, and that so far it had been good.

Taking his approval to heart Faith continues to explore and tease, she'd never done this to a real person before, only a few hair brushes, which obviously had never complained either. She had actually practiced just the night before, planning this adventure far in advance, wanting to make sure she did the best she knew how. Though, he was a fair deal thicker and longer than any hair brush she had available back at her vanity mirror.

Taking her time with the task, dragging her tongue up and down his shaft as she tilts her head, she notices pretty quickly that she's salivating far more than she ever had with her makeshift toys. The combination of his smell and taste hitting a button somewhere inside her brain mixing with the adrenaline of her forwardness to make her have to really struggle to keep from giggling uncontrollably. Deciding that the best way to keep herself from doing so is to fill her mouth, can't giggle like an idiot if you're gagged.

Bringing her head up and over the canine cocksickle she opens her mouth wide and lowers her lips around his shaft. Her previous adventures with her favorite household objects doesn't compare at all. He's warm on her tongue, and just bigger in general, but also soft. After a moment she pauses to drag her tongue around in slow circles as to get a feel for the difference. As she does so his tip triggers her gag reflex and the girl pulls back with a gasp.

"Sorry-" she apologizes, "You're a lot bigger than I'm used to." Popping off of him like she did leaves a trail of thick saliva connecting his tip to lips and she focuses on it for a moment to try and not puke on his lap. "It's okay baby, take your time. What are you used to?"

Blushing more furiously than she ever has in her life she stumbles out the words, "My hairbrush." The golden lab responds with a soft affectionate laugh, "That's pretty hot, Faith." Refusing to continue the conversation she collects herself and goes down on him again, slower and shallower than before. Lips wrapping around the end and tongue lapping swiftly, gauging his reaction.

The action seems to pan out and Bobby drops the subject in lieu of the sudden flood of pleasure, his left hand gently resting on the back of her head to play with her chocolate hair. The motion, so innocent in a way, really triggers something in the novice cock sucking mutt. Butterflies in her stomach, a burning heat, god she wanted him to push down. To gag her again. To use her mouth exactly the same way she wanted him to use her pussy.

Her thoughts fuzzy from the sudden flood of hormones she takes him deeper again, pink tongue sticking out of her mouth slightly as she crash dives down his sex. Closing her eyes shut tightly as she does so it takes a moment before the realization hits her, nose pressed firmly into the side of his crotch, she'd taken him to the hilt and was holding it. His hand pushing down gently to bob her on it just turns her on that much more, feeling him throb and twitch down her throat.

One hundred percent unable to breath in the situation she's gotten herself into the only thing that keeps her steady is the raw lust that begins to fill her mind, some submissive part of her soul demanding to keep going. Logic wins out after a few moments and with a slurping sound she pulls his meat out of her throat messily, drool running down the shaft in runnels as she rises.

Breathily expressing to her partner, "Oh my god," before she softly coughs. Bobby, concerned, chides her to slow down and pace herself. Husky and breathless still she whines back, "No, I need it. I want it so bad." Still trying to catch up from her bottomed out adventure her lips quickly move to put him back in to her mouth. Head bobbing at an increased pace, reveling in the feeling of his hard erection throbbing in her mouth.

Sloppily she suckles, trying and failing to contain her slobber. It doesn't take but a few minutes of this pace for his shorts and underwear to be totally soaked in girl spit. With no signs of her stopping any time soon. Out of reflex he places both hands on her head and takes in the sight before him. She's basically laying down in the cars bench seat, supporting herself by her elbows. The position can't be comfortable, he admits.

Faith doesn't seem to care one bit about the angle, totally lost in her own little messy world, the only thing she notices change is that Bobby has both hands on her head now. She whines on an upstroke, demanding in a horribly needy tone, "Push my head down, please. Hard. I want it har-"

Bobby immediately obliges her, his strong hands shoving her head down and absolutely stuffing his dipstick into her throat. The feeling of her tight throat and mouth is enough to make him groan and squirm a little, the pleasure almost being too much. Bunching up a fist in her hair he pulls her back up and off, wanting to get a full response from her after he taunts her a bit, "You've wanted this bad, haven't you?"

Still drooling from the face fuck Faith tries to nod, her tightly held hair stopping her from doing so, "Yes, god yes. Put it back in my mouth, Bobby." Slowly he brings her head back down, letting her lips and tongue play at his tip for a few moments as he continues to dirty talk her, "You really want to be my little whore, don't you?" The words cause her to moan, and he finally realizes her tail is going crazy, wagging almost uncontrollably. She is really into this.

Her practically vibrating tail is really only the tip of the iceberg, the curs wide hips shake and her little love box having practically ruined the panties under her own shorts. Faith doesn't even begin to care about the garment, one hundred percent in the zone. His words hit her like a brick wall, causing the noshing dog to nearly hands free orgasm on the spot. Never before had she been treated like this, nor had she known she wanted to. Now that she did, she wanted more.

Greedy for the rough masculine attention she pushes on harder, faster. Messier. Taking him for a wild ride as she does so. Frantically her head bobs, her little button ears flop as she moves. The only saving grace for poor Robert is that while she is extremely enthusiastic, she's also extremely unpracticed. The whole experience feels good, but more control on her part would make it that much better.

Instead of letting her find her own control he takes over, shoving her head down and throating her again. She practically squelches under the sudden dominant move, spit bubbling at the corners of her mouth as her eyes pop open wide, "Slow down," he admonishes her, "It's not a race, I swear."

Looking sideways up at him from his lap Faith had never felt hornier in her life, his show of force to calm her down from her frenzied deep throating making her almost immediately climax, lower lips squeezing on nothing as her spunk drunk brain turns over like a car engine. Tail sticking straight up as if on point she chokes loudly on his shaft as her vision fuzzes, eyes rolling into the back of her head from submissive pleasure.

The sudden orgasm isn't lost on her partner at all, holding her steady as she rides it out he continues to tease and belittle her, "Slutty little crossbreed, you really do fucking love this. That's hot, bitch."

Brain melting from her pent up lust Faith finally gets another breath of air, the two soaked spots on the cars seat not bothering her in the least. "I'm yours, Bobby, show me how to do it right," and with that she opens her mouth wide, giving in totally to his strong hands. Losing herself in letting him use her mouth as a cock sock. The large lab gets to work quickly, controlling the pace to something more pleasurable for himself.

He bobs her head hard, still gripping tightly to her messy brown hair, down her throat then hold for a moment. Then back up, not quite all the way out, then back down hard again. "I don't think I've ever met a girl perverted enough to get off from just sucking cock," he torments her, "That's insanely hot." Her only response is a glurking moan, who was she to disagree after all?

The steadier pace earns her much more flavor for her work, having hardly been able to notice the pre-cum oozing from his tip as she had been so feverishly bouncing before. The salty thick mixture swiftly coats her tongue as she continues to salivate on him sloppily, the taste of success, she realizes. She was really doing this, what she'd day dreamed about for years, and it was with this hot boy she'd met just last week.

Bobby's pace increases slightly and she clamps her lips around him fully, swallowing her own dribbling spit as she does so. Aware enough of her surroundings to hear his sudden groan above her and feel him push down she knows without a doubt he's starting to pump cum down her throat. Helping him by pushing her head down as far as she can she can feel him nearly orally knot her as his balls inside her. The warmth of his baby batter coating the back of her throat and filling her stomach as he climaxes, as far as she's concerned, claiming her mouth for himself.

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Faith sits up, cricking her neck from the prolonged angle. "I uhm," blushing furiously, "I didn't think I'd like that so much." Her lover has quietened, and is staring at her flat eye'd. The golden labs one hundred yard stare makes her laugh before he apologizes, "Sorry for being so rude with the name calling, but you looked like you liked it."

With a shrug she looks down at his soaked shorts, she'd been so messy as to even get her own drool onto her t-shirt, "I didn't know I liked it, but I think I really do." Taking a sip from her drink and rearranging herself upright the pair finally pay attention to the world outside of the car. The movie they came to see looks like it's about to end, the credits rolling before them.

Meanwhile standing inside Tye's trailer and peeking out the shades Willow scoffs at the little sedan as it pulls away, "Goodness," she mumbles, "I thought they'd never finish. I'll go close up shop." The big wolf comfortably leaning back in his chair with his feet up on his desks just laughs at her, "I'm sure they appreciate us not bothering them, good that there wasn't anyone else here. Why don't you go ahead and go on home, I'll close up tonight."