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Subject: Priorities.txt - Post all fiction  Adult Material girl/d situations!

'Priorities' 
by Asikaa

Sarah stared incredulously at him, hardly believing her ears. 

"Forgive and forget? You've been screwing some cheap slut for the last two
years and you expect me to forgive you?!" 

"Hey, come on. I felt you had to know. At least credit me with being
honest. At least I told you." 

"If you were any kind of a man, you would have shown me enough respect to
tell me at the beginning. How could you? How could you let me love you
while you were with her..." 

Her face crumpled and her shoulders heaved with the first sobs of grief.
Grief for the death of trust between them. He sighed and put a hand on her
arm. She shook it off and raised her head, sudden anger flashing in her eyes. 

"Get away from me, you bastard. Get out. I was stupid to trust you. I
don't want to see you again. Get out of my house and don't ever come back." 

He sighed. Then a resentful scowl clouded his previously affronted expression.

"You think I need you?" he said, his voice rising. "If you can't forgive
me one mistake, then I don't want you. That's it, woman. I'm outta here.
Don't expect me to come back!"

"Two years is one little mistake?! I don't want you back... Go. Now." 

The door slammed, almost breaking the glass. His angry footsteps echoed
away down the drive, followed shortly by the roar of his sports car. 

Sarah went into the lounge and fixed herself a strong drink. Wiping the
tears from her pretty eyes, she plonked herself down on the couch. There
was a quiet clicking on the polished wood floor as her dog came over from
his basket in the corner. He sat at her feet and rested his chin gently on
her knee. She looked down into his large brown eyes and smiled, ruffling
his headfur and scratching behind his ears. He seemed to smile up at her,
seemed to understand her sadness. 

"Well, Barik. I'm gonna be alone for a while... I'm glad I've still got you." 

Finishing her drink, Sarah checked her watch and decided to hit the hay.
It had been a long day. 

Upstairs, she undressed and slipped between the cool white sheets.
Propping herself on one elbow to switch off the light, she saw Barik
sitting by the bedroom door. She paused and looked at him. Outlined against
his own shadow, the dog was an impressive sight. He was a large four year
old German Shepherd in fine physical form. He had a deep chest and strong
legs. His face was intelligent-looking, with well-defined features; deep
dark eyes, broad muzzle and large triangular ears. 

He sat at a three-quarter angle to her, his large forepaws neatly together
in front of his haunches. Her gaze traced along the slope of his back,
across his neck to his chest and down. Sarah felt her eyes drawn down over
the dog's flat belly...

It was quite obvious when he walked, or raised his tail to wag. His chest,
belly and underparts were all light colored, which only served to make it
more noticeable; Barik was was a BIG dog. 

Now she studied him in the light from the bedside lamp. Her eyes were
drawn to his large sheath, suspended from his lower belly like a fighter
plane's fuel tank. It moved gently in time with his breathing. 

She called him, and he jumped onto the bed, sitting next to her. It would
be so easy, she thought, to reach out and stroke it, caress it... 

Shaking the thought from her mind, Sarah ran a hand down Barik's back and
tickled behind his ears again. He looked at her with those big brown eyes
and whined, very quietly and just once. 

Almost as though he read my thoughts and wants me to... 

Suddenly the eroticism of the moment struck her, her eyes locked with his,
the pleading expression on his face (or was it her imagination?), the
proximity of such latent sexual power in his strongly muscled thighs... 

Her hand slid down his chest, down to the soft fur of his belly, lingered,
then pulled away. What the hell am I doing? She asked herself. Wake up,
girl. Jeez, better chuck this dog out before you get any more ideas. 

He whined again and licked her hand. Again, just once. Again she found
herself staring at the lithe body and wondering... 

It was almost a relief when she finally gave in. Once more her hand combed
through his chestfur, moving down and back. She felt his last rib as she
went back, her fingertips tracing a path lightly along his belly before
coming to rest with her hand between the dog's haunches, gently stroking
the underside of his furry sheath. 

Barik's tail thumped against the bed as her fingers curled, encompassing
his maleness, feeling the cylindrical outline held within the dog's sheath,
and rubbing the loose skin slowly over its length. 

As Sarah's warm hand caressed, the dog's penis gradually lengthened and
stiffened in her palm, extending out of the sheath and exposing its veined
shaft, deep pink in color. Sarah felt her own arousal, her increasing
wetness as she stroked him, inhaling his musky scent. His excitement was
more obvious now. He looked at her with a certain sparkle in his eyes. His
pink tongue hung from his panting mouth and his hindquarters twitched
involuntarily.

She released her grip and pushed firmly upwards on his belly, making him
stand on the bed. Then she pulled his rump round so he stood facing away
from her, but straddled over her prone body. His sensitive nose told him
what he needed to know. His head lowered and she gasped, feeling his hot
wet tongue slither over her crotch. Barik seemed to respond to her little
cries of pleasure, and licked again and again, using his broad tongue to
lap at her.

Panting herself now, Sarah opened her eyes. Barik's ample equipment was
swinging directly over her, his hindpaws on either side of her head. As his
tongue probed her, she pulled his rump down and gathered him into her
mouth, sucking on his length. The dog whined and responded by licking at
her furiously, pushing his snuffling nose down and snaking his tongue into
her. His tail shook his whole body as it wagged eagerly. 

Sarah felt the desire within her, the heat in her lower belly, the
tingling between her legs. She was wet with the German Shepherd's saliva
and her slim body was slick with sweat, her nipples hard. She wanted him
badly. Giving him a final almighty suck that the dog felt pull at his very
belly, Sarah wriggled out from under him and turned onto her hands and knees. 

Barik needed no encouragement, no guidance. He surged forward, mounting
her from behind and pressing his hardness against her rump. Sarah chuckled
nervously and lowered her rear, spreading her knees wider. The dog shuffled
back and tried again, this time finding his position and slipping himself
in easily. Sarah let out a yelp of pain followed by a low moan as the dog's
steely shaft stabbed into her. 

His instincts took over. Tensing like hydraulic rams his thighs pushed it
fully home, and Sarah groaned as his knot worked into her. Back, then a
rough thrust forward, and another, and another. Dimly aware of the woman's
grunts of animal desire, the dog squeezed his eyes shut and speeded up, his
rump jerking and spasming. He shot forward again with tremendous power,
shooting, splashing inside. A hissing growl was drowned by Sarah's scream
of ecstasy and she collapsed under him. 

They lay, breathing heavily. He twitched a couple of times, still emptying
himself into her gasping body. His knot tied them for a while, then she
turned, forcing him to withdraw with a wet slurp. The woman put her arms
around her big German Shepherd dog and cuddled up close. As her eyes
closed, Sarah realized she had never been alone, not with Barik so close.
He was everything; loyal, perceptive, intelligent, loving... Together they
fell into a deep slumber, no longer woman and dog, but equals bonded by love. 

--by Asikaa -- 






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