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This story was written for Ebni as part of my themed patreon request day for June 2018. The theme this month is "Breaking the Rules", and the story contains M/F sex between consenting adults in a public place.

[center][b][u]No Dogs Allowed[/u][/b][/center]

By the time Dale landed on the far side of the fence, Melissa was already half way up it herself. The collie watched as his girlfriend scaled the metal railings like they were nothing, and had to hold back a yelp when she practically vaulted over the top and began to slide down on his near side as though making her way down two separate fire-poles at once. The dalmatian landed nearly just a few feet away from him, and immediately turned, grinned, and flung herself into his arms. They kissed gleefully, lips parting only when they had used up all their breath in doing so. Even then however, as they stood trembling and panting as they peered adoringly at one another, their arms remained tenderly wrapped around the other dog's torso.

"A-are you ready?"

Melissa nuzzled gently against her boyfriend's soft face, pecking him gently and giggling as he nodded and squeezed her a little tighter within his arms.

"With you here, I'm ready for anything."

They parted, though swiftly joined hands as they turned away from the high fence and towards the interior of the moonlit park. For a few steps they walked side by side, but it wasn't long at all before their racing hearts got the better of them and with a mutual burst of laughter and a brief sidelong glance, they broke into a run. They raced along the path and deeper into the park, further and further around winding hedgerows and flower beds until finally they arrived at their destination, the beautiful green grass of the park's main body. And there, not too far away from where they paused, grinning and panting with their tongues lolling out despite the cool night air moving gently around them, was the reason for their being here. The reason why they had broken into the park under cover of night, and why they were so very excited to be there at all.

The sign was plastered across a wooden placard, mounted upon two firm stakes driven into the ground. It was dark, but even in the pale moon and starlight from overhead both dogs could make out the three words emblazoned across it.

'[i]No Dogs Allowed.[/i]'

It was meant for their feral progenitors of course. For people taking their pets for a walk and considering letting them loose on the grass to play. But, from the very first moment they'd set eyes on it earlier that same day, both Melissa and Dale had been delightfully amused by playing as though it was meant for them, and was thus horribly offensive and patronising. Already their phones were laden with dozens of pictures of them posing in front of the signs while striking all manner of indignant, pouty and frustrated poses. The more they'd joked and laughed together about it though, the more they had found themselves coming back to the same playful suggestion that would seem to have been the obvious next, if somewhat more elaborate, step in their continued amusement. They'd joked and joked about it while at the park and on the way home, and it was only once back there, only a handful of hours ago when the sun was only just beginning to descend in the late afternoon sky, that they had confided in one another more sincerely. Only then, alone and in one another's confidence, that they had shared the truth.

The truth that they actually hadn't been joking, and what they had suggested doing sounded... really kinda fun to them both.

"So, shall we do i-... o-oh!"

Dale had been peering at the sign for a few seconds in bashful silence, but when he spoke up and turned towards his girlfriend, he chuckled as he saw that she was already unfastening her belt and starting to unbutton her shirt. The collie grinned, and joined her as he pulled his sweater up and over his head, t-shirt following soon after and casting them both onto the pile of Melissa's clothes, the dalmatian already down to just her bra and panties. They were both red in the face beneath their fur, but neither dog dared to slow or delay their stripping for fear that if they did so they might lose their nerve. They were all alone in this park, all alone at night with many hours until it re-opened to the public, but they were still both very aware of what they were doing. Getting naked wasn't an issue for either one of them. Getting naked together was something they took a great deal of joy from doing on a fairly regular basis. But, getting naked, together or apart, in public... or at least in an outdoor space that was conventionally far more public than was currently the case, that was a whole new experience for either one of them. And yet, it was one that they embarked upon eagerly, soon casting the last of their clothes down onto that pile and standing before one another with moonlight alone covering their beautiful black and white furred forms.

The two dogs regarded one another, and it wasn't long at all before they were in their lover's arms once again, kissing and whining happily. By the time they parted, Melissa could feel her boyfriend's erection beginning to throb between them, and all the while as they embraced Dale had been acutely aware of Melissa's nipples pressing firmly into his own chest from atop her modest, perfectly formed breasts. They moved to arms length for no other reason than to be able to look up and down one another and take in the full extent of their unabashed public nakedness, rosy cheeked and grinning from ear to ear. It must have been close to half a minute later by the time either one of them glanced anywhere else, and more than a full minute after that before Melissa nodded towards the sign and whispered playfully to the man of her dreams.

"Do you wanna take the pictures first? Or, to be in them?"

Dale laughed, raising a playful eyebrow.

"You think I'm gonna pass up a chance to take naked pictures of you right away?"

Melissa beamed and stepped closer to the collie, rubbing her nose gently against his as she giggled.

"No. I just wanted to hear you say it."

The collie chuckled, and his tongue slipped forth to lick the dalmatian across her own beautiful muzzle.

"Then I will. Lissa. I wanna take naked picture of you. I want to look at your naked body for as long as you'll let me... or at least, until you'd rather I start doing other things to it than just [i]looking[/i]."

They kissed again, a little more wild and tongue heavy as their kisses began to turn into bouts of giddy licking. When next their lips and tongues parted though, Dale pulled away from his girlfriend and stooped to grab his phone out of his jeans' pocket. By the time he rose back up and turned around again, Melissa was already standing beside the sign. For the first few pictures she just draped herself over it in a mixture and playful and seductive poses much like she had while clothed earlier that day. Not long after that though she began to get a little more creative and intimate about things, wrapping her legs around one of its stakes before finally going so far as to kneel before it and rest her head intimately against the flat surface of the sign itself while one hand groped her left breast, and the other delved playfully but sincerely between her legs.

"God, you're hot..."

Dale's moans and the throbbing of his rock hard cock only encouraged Melissa's bravery, and soon she was kneeling on all fours beneath the sign, legs spread and tail raised, showing off all that she had to offer as Dale continued to photograph her with flash after flash from the phone's camera. She lay on her side next, as though expecting to be painted like one of Dale's French girls with the sign boldly proclaiming her desired absence directly overhead. Finally she laid herself down on her back, wrapped each leg around one stake of the sign's structure, and spread her pussy as shamelessly and obscenely apart with the fingers of one hand as she could while raising her upper body off the ground with the other hand, staring hungrily, lustily up at the camera and the male holding it as he snapped so many pictures with the camera flash active he could see the percentage of his battery life diminishing before his very eyes.

"Oh god, Lissa... h-how the fuck am I meant to live up to that?"

Gasping in a state of near delirium as his girlfriend rose shakily back to her feet a short while later and sidled back over to him, Dale found himself almost reluctant to touch the dalmatian, as though afraid he wouldn't be able to stop himself if he started. She embraced him nevertheless, and he could feel her shaking not in cold, but in obvious and shameless excitement all the while. They kissed, nuzzled and whimpered softly, desperately to one another. But somehow, by some miracle they managed to separate themselves once again, and soon it was Dale standing by the sign while Melissa began to photograph him, his cock already throbbing and drooling even from the first few pictures.

It took another ten minutes before Dale found himself approaching the same level of delicious obscenity with his own images that Melissa had captured with hers. He'd draped himself all over and around the sign already, and had even gone so far as to rub his cock up against the lettering upon it as best he could without risk of splinters. It was when he bent over though, not in front of but directly alongside the sign, and spread the cheeks of his ass wide apart showing off everything from buttocks to balls that he and Melissa knew they were living on borrowed time. He heard his girlfriend cry out, and when he glanced over to ensure that she was crying out for the reasons he hoped, sure enough he saw that she had one hand buried between her legs as she photographed him rather shakily and thoughtlessly with the other.

He struck another pose, humping his hips forward as he wrapped a hand around his cock, masturbating as though intending to cum all over the sign's caniphobic lettering. All the while now he was staring right at Melissa, watching her, gauging her reactions to his teasing self-pleasure. He wasn't putting on a show for their photographs any more, not that he expected many of these to be remotely clear anyway given how urgently the dalmatian's body was quaking. Now this was all about Melissa. All about getting her more and more worked up, so worked up that neither one of them would be able to hold back any longer from the real reason that they had come back here. The endgame of their amusement, and the only part of the entire plan that had truly motivated them all the while.

In front of the sign once more, Dale dropped to all fours and heard a strangled yelp, almost a sob of desperation escape Melissa as she feverishly rubbed at her achingly tender and rock hard clit. He pawed at the grass, wagged his tail with reckless abandon, and growled to her in a deep, rumbling and thoroughly feral manner.

"No dogs allowed!"

He barked loudly to the woman he loved, his voice ringing out across the dark, empty parkland.

"No running off leash! No fetch! No playing with other dogs!"

He shuddered, his cock throbbed and drooled between his legs, and he moaned happily as Melissa tossed her phone back onto the pile of her clothing, dropped to all fours herself upon the grass, and began to crawl desperately towards him.

"And absolutely no letting your dogs get frisky together!"

Melissa crawled over to where he was at rest, and span around to present her hindquarters to him. She flagged her tail up high, and let loose a pleading, keening whine that was unmistakable in what it was asking for. What it was [i]demanding[/i].

"Breed me..."

The dalmatian giggled gleefully and begged shamelessly all at once.

"Mount me. Hump me. K-knot me. Oh my god, o-ohh god, Dale... fuck me like I'm a feral in heat. Like I don't know what this sign says, like I don't care. Like all I need, all I care about in all the world is you. You, and your incredible cock being inside me [i]now[/i]."

Dale growled once again. He pulled himself up ever so briefly onto his hind legs and crawled forward, only to fling himself down over the dalmatian's back with a cry of lust and longing from them both that echoed across the empty, peaceful moonlit grass. He wrapped his arms around the woman he loved, groping at her breasts even as his face buried itself in the back of her neck. He nipped at her. Nibbled and bit down ever so tenderly with his teeth, feeling her tense and tremble and hearing her yelp and whine in wild, savage delight.

He felt his cock grazing against her nether regions, already soaking wet and burning hot, and thrust before he could even get a handle on himself, driven by pure and sincere instinct. The first thrust was a miss, but the second found its mark. His eyes bulged as he sank into her a few inches, and his toes clawed and scrabbled at the ground to gain better purchase, to drive him forward, and deeper into her. His weight fell more heavily upon Melissa's back, but she didn't mind. Far from it, she howled in ecstasy as he pressed his cock deeper and reassured her of his presence, of his continued devotion to her by wrapping himself around her so completely and inescapably.

"Make me bark, D-Dale..."

Melissa begged as her eyes rolled back in ecstasy after just a couple of thrusts, already so very close to letting her body lose all control.

"Make me howl. Make me scream. Oh god. Oh Dale. Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh... ooohh fuck. [i]Fuck[/i]! Dale, make me cum. Please. Please m-make me... aa-aaahhhhh! Ahhhyesssss!"

The collie's hips slapped roughly against her buttocks, then drew back and delivered another equally fierce impact. Then another. And another.

Her eyes bulged. Her head snapped back and her muzzle fell slack.

He was doing it. He was fucking her. Fucking her right there in the middle of the park, like a wild animal. Like a dog, stray, feral and free. It was so naughty, it was so wrong, and... oh god, it felt so fucking good.

"Cumming! Oh my god. Ohhh god, Dale, I... I'm cumming! [i]Yesssss[/i]! Don't stop! D-don't fucking stop!"

And of course, he didn't. He couldn't. Dale wouldn't dare stop for even a moment until he had locked himself inside of Melissa, until he had cum in her, and more importantly until he had made her cum so hard that she couldn't bear to cum any more.

If there was one rule, one undeniable and unbreakable rule in all of the reality that they were sharing in that moment, that was it. It wasn't written on any sign or indeed upon any surface. It was unspoken and yet absolute. It burned inside of them like wildfire, and shone forth in every thrust, every grunt and scream and snarl, in every twitch of intimate musculature and every gush or spurt of liquids.

When Dale and Melissa were together, the only thing not allowed was for either one of them to even think about stopping. There was to be no rest. No respite. No freedom from these wild, merciless passions in which they were now locked until they were locked together far more literally. No calm, no slowing or cooling of their passions until they were both completely and overwhelmingly satisfied, and physically incapable of sustaining their desires any longer.

Essentially, the park wardens and their signs could request whatever they liked. But no sign of any size or prominence, nor indeed anything short of a miracle was going to keep those two dogs from being there in that moment; together, and naked, and trembling in mutual ecstasy in the midst of the park. Nothing was going to keep them from making love beneath that sign, a sign which was not only so very easy to ignore... but so much [i]fun[/i] to ignore, too.

"Oh god, Lissa! Oh my god, I'm... a-aahh! Ahhh! [b]Aaaaaahhhhhhhgod[/b]!"

"Yes, Dale. [b]Yes[/b]! Oh... ohhh deeper. R-right there. Oh my god. Oh. Oh! Knot me. K-knot... a-aaahhhhyesss! [i]Dale[/i]!"

By Jeeves

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