Lisa was very surprised when Jonathan came home with a present.

"I'm going to be travelling a lot for the next few months, so I didn't want you to get lonely," said Jonathan.

It, was a beautiful one and a half-year-old German Shepard. "I didn't want to get you a puppy, they're too much work. The shelter swears that he's a trained and housebroken already."

"He's beautiful, Jon, but shouldn't you have asked me first?" said Lisa. She was having very mixed feelings, but not for the obvious reasons.

"I want someone here to protect you while I'm gone," said Jonathan.

They had been living together for over a year now, and this was the first time he would be away for any length of time.

Lisa was instantly taken with the dog. He was quite a handsome animal. But she was nervous having a dog around. Especially a male dog. And this one was obviously quite male.

"Why don't you give him a name, Lisa?" Jonathan suggested. "I don't know," she said reluctantly.

"How about Duke," he suggested. "Too trite," she said, "you might as well call him Rover. If we're going to keep him, he needs a real name. How about Samson. He looks strong."

"Samson it is," said Jonathan. Lisa looked at the dog nervously, "So I guess we're keeping him?" she asked. "Absolutely," said Jonathan. "What if he doesn't like me?" Lisa asked (actually her concerns were completely the opposite, but she didn't say anything. Didn't even think it, mostly.)

So, Samson moved in and became part of the household. He was quite friendly, and took to Lisa especially. Jonathan remarked on it, "He's a good dog, but he really seems to like you the most, Lisa. I guess he knows I got him for you."

Lisa shivered a little at that. Jonathan was leaving for a two-week trip to Asia tonight and she would be all alone in the house with Samson. She was a little nervous about that. She couldn't articulate why completely.

Samson was a good dog, and since he'd been around, she had felt safer. He was very friendly to her, always following her around and licking her hand. Maybe because he was so 'obviously' male. She couldn't help noticing sometimes when his 'thing' started showing (his 'thing' she laughed at herself; how old are you, its a cock! you'd never know I'm thirty sometimes.) Despite herself, she felt herself blushing.

She had always been a little nervous around dogs. Well that wasn't really true.

She'd always had mixed feelings about them. She had a dog in college, a female named Missy. Also a very friendly dog, always licking. She smiled remembering. Once, one of her sorority sisters had told her, while they were very drunk, about letting her dog lick her 'down there' and how good it had felt. Lisa had been floored by the conversation, and pushed it out of her mind.

But the thought had stuck and one night when she had been drinking (a lot!), she had come back to her apartment and Missy had been very glad to see her. Well, it was a particularly horny time of month and Lisa found herself on the bed, playing with herself when Missy jumped on the bed. Remembering her conversation with her friend, Lisa thought, "Well, maybe just a little lick." And she pushed Missy's head into her moist crotch. Missy dove in with enthusiasm, and Lisa found herself, quite unexpectedly, coming like crazy.

Afterwards, she felt mortified. "How could I have let that happen." She pushed Missy away and went to sleep.

But despite her deep feelings of embarrassment and denial, Lisa found that there was many a night when she came home drunk, only when she was drunk!, and let Missy take her to a forbidden and embarrassingly powerful orgasm or three.

But all that had stopped when Lisa graduated, moved to the big city, got a small apartment and a busy job. She had, reluctantly, had to give Missy away. And she gradually pushed the whole thing out of her mind.

Until now! Looking at Samson, all the familiar feelings of guilt and embarrassment and, yes, and lust, came flooding back to her. Lisa was suddenly afraid. Afraid of what she might do, What she might want to do, if she was alone in the apartment with Samson.

"Please don't go, Jonathan," she said suddenly reaching for him. Jonathan laughed, "I'll miss you too, honey, but I have to go. Two weeks will go by pretty fast though, you'll see." He snapped his suitcase closed and got ready to leave.
"Gotta go, car's outside." Inexplicably, Lisa started sobbing. She wasn't usually the emotional, clingy type.

Jonathan picked up his suitcase, gave her a big hug, a deep kiss, and was out the door.

Lisa slumped down on the couch, "I guess its just you and me, Samson." She looked at the dog nervously. "I need a drink," she thought, and got up, pouring herself a scotch. Actually, it was a big scotch. She gulped it down and splashed some more in the glass. "nothing to do tonight but have a few drinks and go to sleep," she said to herself.

Samson came over and laid down next to her. A few minutes later, she began feeling much more relaxed as the scotch spread a pleasant buzz through her head.
She was feeling warm and a little... well warm.

She started as she felt Samson like her foot. "Now don't you start getting ideas," she giggled to herself. "I'm going to bed." She got up to go to bed, looking down at the dog at her feet. She suddenly blushed, "He is definitely male," she thought. The pink tip of his cock was poking out! She was totally embarrassed. "I can't believe I'm looking at it!" she thought to herself. Flustered, she walked quickly to her bedroom to get ready for bed.

[to be continued]

Let's hope so, eh? Very nice so far, mighty engaging and nicelyfun to read. Look forward to the continuation a Verygreatdeal.

:) This has a relaxed feel to the story that is very pleasing, good flicks of humour too.

:heart: I like it.

Great so far, i hope you continue :rock:

Great story. Am looking forward to the next chapter. a 10 for you :P :P :P

great beginning ... can't wait ot see what Lisa does next :)

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:heart: Love it can't wait for the next passage.

A very nice story, so far. Please don't stop now.

Please do continue. This is a very promising story.

it'a very pleasant story! I hope you continu

:please: keep it cumming!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

:mellow: I have mixed feelings about this story. On one hand, I enjoyed the story very much. On the other hand, I feel angry. How dare dofleve write another story before I find out what happens next to Angela and Brenda, in Wolfies Way. Oh well, I guess writers need to do other things just for a break, and I won't die if I have to wait a little more. But if I do, it's dofleve's fault.HA :D

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nice one :) where's the rest.. i need more ;)

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Soon.

Chapter 2:

A little confused, Lisa retreated to her bedroom. She felt quite warm from her rapid scotch consumption. In fact, she felt warm all over. "I need a cold shower or a hot bath," she laughed to herself. Instead, she did what she usually did when she felt the 'urge'; she stripped off her clothes and pulled on a long t-shirt and lay down on her bed and proceeded to amuse herself.

Stroking herself, she thought about being alone in the apartment. "I wish I wasn't alone," she thought. "Why did he have to leave tonight. And for two weeks!"

She felt her excitement rising. Suddenly, she heard a crash in the living room and remembered, "I'm not alone. Samson's here." she thought. "Samson." a little shiver ran throught her. "I hope he didn't break anything."

Lisa sighed, "I was so close. Well, I better see what he did." She got up and walked out of her bedroom. She was wearing the thin t-shirt. Only the t-shirt. Lisa didn't give it a second thought. At least consciously.

She walked out into the livingroom. One of the lamps had been knocked over. Nothing broken. "Lucky for you, Samson," she said. He looked at her eagerly. "Too eagerly", she thought. Again, a little shiver ran through her.

Samson came over to her, thumping his tail and rubbing against her leg. "I'm glad to see you too, you nut. Now stop breaking things and settle down." Lisa turned to walk back to her bedroom. Samson followed close behind. "Where do you think you're going?" she asked. Samson looked at her enthusiastically.

"No, you stay out here." she turned and reached for the door. In a flash, Samson was right behind her with his snout up under her t-shirt. "Hey, don't be rude." Lisa reached down to push him away. The dog pushed forward and lapped his tongue across her bare bottom. "Stop that Samson!" Lisa yelled.

Lisa was still twitching from her interrupted pleasure session and she felt a rush as Samson's tongue grazed her already moist crotch. "Wow, " she thought, "I forgot how good that feels." She pushed him away, but with less resolve. Samson pressed his advantage and took a full swipe. This time he grazed her clit and Lisa felt an electric shock flash through her body.

"Well," she thought, rationalizing, "It's not lick this is the first time I've done this. Maybe just a little lick til I come."

She turned and walked to the bed, laying down on her back with her legs dangling over the side. Samson followed close behind. As soon as Lisa was on the bed, he pushed his snout forward, forcing her legs apart. "Hey, hold on there boy, I'm in charge here," said Lisa, just the least bit uncertainly.

Samson surged forward, working his tongue into her wet crotch. Soon he was licking with gusto. Lisa lay back. She had almost forgotten the sensation of being licked by an eager dog. It had been years. She had felt so guilty about it all, she had almost pushed it out of her mind.

Now the sensations came rushing back to her with a vengance. She felt herself rapidly approaching climax. Samson pushed his tongue insistently into her. She felt herself giving in to the onrushing sensations as an orgasm washed over her.

As soon as the feeling subsided, Lisa was overwhelmed with guilt. She reached down and pushed Samson away from her. He pushed his head back into her crotch.

Lisa grabbed his collar and pulled, which got his head out of her crotch and onto her stomach. She pulled again. Suddenly, his head was pushing against her breasts, naked and swollen under her thin t-shirt.

Suddenly, she felt it! IT! Samson's erect cock was pushing against her leg! Lisa flushed at the thought. It was hot. And long. And it was sliding up her leg!

"Oh god, get away from me," she screamed, suddenly panicked. She pulled on his collar again, which only pulled the dog further up her nearly naked body. She felt IT. Now it was pushing against her thigh. The INSIDE of her thigh! Lisa felt a sudden surge of fear, joined with incredible sudden lust. IT... slide up to her upper thigh. She felt it was hard... and slick! "NO," she thought frantically, as the tip touched her crotch and she came. Hard. Without warning.

She hugged Samson to her as the waves pulsed through her body. As suddenly as it hit, the orgasm subsided and Lisa shoved Samson away and ran to the bathroom, overcome with remorse and guilt.

Lisa was shaking. She slammed the bathroom door and locked it. She was shivering, overcome with shame. She looked in the mirror and looked away. She couldn't believe what had almost happened. His thing ("Stop that," she thought, "His cock" she could hardly think it.) was right between her legs, and she was ready to let it happen.

She sat down on the toilet seat as her knees buckled abruptly. She was still shaking. The orgasm was sudden, and powerful... and wrong. "It was one thing," she thought, "to let him lick me til I came. But this...." Lisa knew in her heart that she was quivering from more than shame. It was lust and desire as well. But so wrong, so shamefully wrong.

She sat in the bathroom for over an hour, crying and wringing her hands, hoping Samson would back in his bed in the living room when she came out.

Finally she emerged. Samson was indeed back in the other room.

Lisa collapsed in her bed.