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The Dog Lovers by Author Unknown


Chapter 1


The big German shepherd panted, as if grinning, up at the tall,
curvaceous girl with the long, ash-blonde hair, and whimpered in
excitement when she reached down and petted his great head. She smiled,
revealing a perfect set of even white teeth, oohed a pet phrase at him,
then directed her attention to the attractive brunette standing in the
apartment doorway.

"Has he been a good dog today, Peggy?" Carol Dorsett questioned the
older girl with the dark brown eyes who wore her hair in a brief and
flattering bouffant, giving her a kind of mysterious thirtyish look.

"Sultan's always a good dog, aren't you, baby," the shapely wife of the
building manager complimented, adding her own caressing hand to the
powerful animal's muscular flanks. "How did it go today, Carol? Any
luck?"

"Nothing," the young green-eyed divorcee sighed. "I must've filled out
a dozen applications, and just about walked my legs off. God, I never
realized it was going to be so difficult finding a job or I wouldn't
have left San Francisco. At least, I know my way around there ... but
this Hollywood ... brother!"

"Mustn't get discouraged, honey. Something will turn up," Peggy White
assured her.

"I hope it's soon," Carol said, trying not to show her acute dejection.
"Six straight days of listening to "sorry's" doesn't do much for a
girl's morale. Anyway, thanks again for looking after Sultan for me,
Peg. D-Do you suppose that Monday ...?"

"Of course, hon. Just drop him off with me when you leave," the other
replied through her attractive smile.

The ash-blonde beauty nodded her appreciation wondering in what little
way she could manage to repay the super's wife. Money was so tight for
her ... "Well, come on, darling," she addressed Sultan. "Carol's got to
bathe some of the ache out of her tired bones. Thanks again, Peg."

"Anytime, honey," Peggy White replied, slowly closing her door as Carol
and her grinning, tail-wagging dog moved along to the next one where
the weary divorcee paused to fumble in her purse for the key.

Inside, Carol immediately kicked off her low-heeled shoes. Leaning back
against the wall, she took turns massaging the toes and instep of first
one aching foot, and then the other, while Sultan watched with
interest. "Oh, baby, you don't know how heavenly that feels," she
breathed down at her loving and constant companion. "If only you could,
I know you'd do it for me, wouldn't you, darling?"

The big, sleek-coated animal whined his answer up to her, his rounded
brown eyes glowing with affection. The pleasing sound of her voice
relayed her feelings to him. She was his whole world and he could not
understand why she left him with the other female person. She was nice
enough to him, but never could she take the place of his warm-eyed
mistress.

The shapely divorcee smiled fondly down at her faithful companion,
suddenly realizing, as she had a million times over the past lonely
year, how empty her life would be without him. Even living with her
parents from the moment Jonny had left her, up until their divorce
became final some ten days before, she had spent more time with Sultan
then she had with her own mother and father. But her folks had seemed
to understand, or at least thought they did, tying her emotions toward
the animal to her lost singer-husband and the heartbreak of her broken
marriage. They had been wrong, but Carol had seen no reason to
enlighten them. Her feeling for her ex-husband had been long dead, ever
since the second year of their marriage when she had found out he was
running around while she slaved in a department store and he chased
career dreams. By the end of the third year what little feeling
remained inside her for him was breathing its last. She had refused to
be the sole support between them and had quit her job. A week later,
Jonny Gains landed his first worthwhile contract in a cheap Las Vegas
nightclub and began paying the bills ... plus flaunting in her face his
open escapades with other women. Now that she could objectively think
back on it, Carol felt certain that he'd brought home the little German
shepherd puppy "to keep her company" as more of an insult than
anything. Hadn't his favorite term for her been "bitch?"

Well, it was all over and done with now, and the likes of Jonny Gains,
up and coming performer, could never know the joy, love, and
companionship that little puppy had grown up to bring her. Of the few
possessions they had jointly owned when after four years she had
decided to bury the corpse of their marriage, Carol had asked for only
one, Sultan, and had gotten him ... plus a meager alimony which was
always late, when it came at all. If only she were skilled at something
to get a good job, but she wasn't, not even simple office work ... and
that she could thank Jonny for, too. Against her parents' wishes, after
high school she had foregone college to run off with her bright lights-
dazzled lover to the gambling city where they'd nearly starved before
she had found waitress work in a casino, then lost the job because she
was underage.

Eighteen years old she'd been, and living like a wife in a grubby
trailer for six months before she'd landed the clerking position in the
department store! God, what had she ever been thinking of? Three years
of that before she had finally shanghied him into one of the local
wedding chapels, childishly believing that a piece of legal paper was
going to change everything for them. She hadn't even had a decent ring.
Seven years of her life wasted ... twenty-five and divorced ... thank
God there'd been no babies ...!

Sultan's whimpers brought Carol back to the present. He'd gotten his
nearly chewed-up rubber ball and brought it for her to play with him.
Smiling warmly, she took it and tossed it into the air for him to catch
and fetch.

"Oh you doll ... one more time and that's all for now," Carol said,
repeating the act, then walking to flick on the noisy and inadequate
air conditioner. Like everything else in the borderline-shabby, one-
bedroom apartment ... in fact, the whole building, yes, the
neighborhood, too ... it had pretty near outlived its usefulness. It
rattled and groaned back at her, as if promising nothing but an
exhausted attempt. Carol sighed and began unbuttoning her blouse.
Survival in the close, Southern California summer heat meant wearing
next to nothing whenever possible, she had learned in one short week of
local residence.

Of course, she hadn't been forced to leave her parents' humble home in
San Francisco. They had begged her to stay, find work there and make a
new life among the old friends and schoolmates she'd grown up with. The
darlings, bless them ... what they hadn't realized was that there were
no old friends nor schoolmates whom she wanted any part of, and vice
versa, she'd quickly came to know. Carol Dorsett was the famous Jonny
Gains's ex-wife, the piece he had shed once success struck, the wild
girl who had run away with him without benefit of marriage and
everything she deserved. No, there was no life for her there in her old
neighborhood ... but she was twenty-five and there had to be one
someplace for her!

She might have gone a thousand miles or two even, had she had the
money. Los Angeles seemed as likely as any city under the limited
circumstances, and she wasn't yet sorry that she'd chosen it, though
her job-hunting discouragement and the immediate stifling surroundings
of her seedy three rooms and bath weren't helping to reinforce her
decision ...

The sound of the apartment buzzer startled Carol. Sultan's ears stood
erect, a little growl sounding in his throat as his mistress quickly
rebuttoned her blouse and approached the door. Peggy White's husband
Ed, the apartment manager stood filling the doorway with his big,
broad-shouldered frame when she opened the door inward.

"Hi!" he grunted, his puffy red face caught in an alcohol smile.
"Wondered how your air conditioner was working. It gave me some trouble
for awhile before you moved in."

Carol felt the tightness catching at her throat at just the sight of
him. There was something about the almost leering expression in his
lead-gray eyes, and the twisted smiles he had shown her the short time
she'd lived in the building that gave her a clammy feeling. From the
beginning, she had tried to avoid contact with him, wondering in the
back of her mind how such a sweet person as Peggy could stand him. He
had to be twenty years older than she ... his hair was snow-white!

Sultan growled at him.

"Whatsa matter, mutt? Don't you know me?"

"Back, Sultan!" Carol commanded, catching hold of the animal's collar.
"I-It's fine ... working fine, Mr. White. Thanks, though ..."

"Just wondered," he repeated, and Carol saw his liquor-glazed eyes drop
almost lecherously to the deep cleft between her full breasts which her
still partially open blouse revealed. Reflexively, she drew the silky
white material together, an inner feeling of thankfulness for Sultan's
massive protection steadying her.

"Y-Yes, it's fine, thank you," she said, half-closing the door.

He stepped back then and nodded, but the lurid smile she thought she
read was still there. "Just let me know if you need me ... or anything
... I'm right next door, you know," he said, then licked at his lips.
"Anything ... anytime ..."

Carol closed the door and shot the bolt to lock it, a cold chill
shuddering upward along her spine. God, he'd been drunk, too! But ...
but, she hadn't really seen him any other way since she'd been there
... those lewd, raking eyes ... and that goatish grin ...! How could
Peggy stand him? Didn't she know ...?

Sultan whimpered, looking up at her and she let go of his collar.
"Thank goodness for you, darling!" the curvaceous blonde girl
whispered, dropping onto her lushly rounded haunches to take his big
head between her slender white hands. "You wouldn't let anyone hurt
your Carol, would you, baby? My sweet, sweet angel!" She kissed him on
his wet nose as he instantly licked out his long pink tongue to lave
warmly over her lips in retaliation. "You handsome fellow! What girl
could ask for more ... that's what I want to know?"

The powerful animal whined as he tried to nuzzle closer to her and she
hugged him tightly. "Ooooohhhhhhh ... my baby ... baby sweet! I love
you!" she whispered, kissing him between the eyes before straightening
up. "Now ... now that whatever Mr. White's frightening visit meant has
passed, I'm going to take that bath, Sultan baby! But before I do, I'm
going to mix myself a little gin and tonic. If a girl ever needed a
bracer, I think yours truly does. Come on. You can have some Coke and
we'll take them into the bathroom."

Sultan trotted along beside her, brushing against her warm thigh
whenever he could, letting her know his excitement with little whimpers
when she poured the nose-tickling dark liquid into his bowl.

"I never saw a dog who drinks Coke like you do, baby. No, not here ...
in the bathroom. Come on," Carol said, leading the way and sipping at
her gin and tonic, her mind still a long way from being empty of Ed
White. Yes, as soon as she possibly could, she'd find another place,
and hopefully one in a more desirable area. Maybe the struggling movie
stars of the thirties and forties thought Westland was the "in" section
of Hollywood, but she'd bet her life they wouldn't believe it if they
saw it today. The paint-peeled stucco buildings and boarded up store-
fronts, to say nothing of the shady-fenced characters, the hippies and
obvious prostitutes of all ages moving along its streets would
painfully expose to them its degeneration. And it was sad ... but God
knew, there was no room for anymore sadness inside her. It was time for
something uplifting ...!

Sultan watched her suddenly laughing down at him. He raised his head
from the bowl of dark liquid that he liked so much and sneezed. He
watched her smooth, soft curves ripple and sway as she undressed for
her bath and laughed warmly at him, the long hair of her head a little
lighter than that between her pretty legs. He danced around her, and
longed to do something that would make her know how much he loved her.

Carol watched her darling all the time she drew water to fill the tub.
Was there ever an animal, or a human, more lovingly devoted than Sultan
was? God, what would she do without him? Coming home today, she'd felt
miserable. Only the thought of her handsome Sultan had lifted her
spirits. Then, seeing him excitedly waiting for her beside Peg! And the
way he had instinctively caused Ed White to back off! He'd been
protecting her ... of course, he had! The beautiful cavalier! She loved
him so much! He was really her whole life ...!

The soothing luke-warm water, frothy with bubble bath, slowly drained
the miseries, both physical and mental, from Carol's nakedly submerged
young body. She caressed the fluffy suds over her full, rounded
breasts, sensing her tiny pink nipples hardening beneath the water as
if aggressively provoked, such moments of arousal seldom known to her
since the remote days of Jonny. Remote but not forgotten, she thought,
stopping the self-sensuous act, but not before a series of rippling
delights stabbed through her sensitive loins and rapidly incited belly.

It was ridiculous ... absolutely ridiculous that she should feel this
way! She'd been able to control her sense of physical need for a year,
and she could continue ... couldn't she? Of course, she could, Carol
told herself, climbing out of the tub! When the time came, if it ever
did again, then she would give herself without shame to the man she
loved. She had loved Jonny for so long ... loved his body ... the way
he had made love to her, and she to him ... his long thick blood-
hardened penis rushing wildly up into her welcoming vagina ... but
always selfishly ... thrust into her mouth with whimpering pleads ...
his boyish tongue licking feverishly up between her legs ... the moment
when he finally exploded his white-hot cum inside her ...!

God, she had to kick these thoughts, and right now!

Sultan watched closely the movements of her glistening white body as
she climbed from the tub and began to towel herself, his keen sense of
smell detecting the sudden scent of her female nakedness in the small
room. He had been aware of the exciting, heated aroma before with her,
its meaning confusing him, but she of the midnight hair had educated
him. He sensed the heavy weight growing in the depths of his own loins
as he watched her turn to look at her curvaceous reflection in the long
mirror on the door,

For a moment, Carol stood motionless, consciously admiring the
harmonious balance of her eye-pleasing curves, a tingle of narcissism
fluttering through her belly. She realized her own physical beauty and
had always been excited by it ... her full, pink-nippled breasts and
slender waist flowing into generously arched hips and smooth-rounded
thighs. How Jonny had raved over her long legs, the alluring shape of
her calves, slender ankles and tiny feet, kissing them all over in his
passion. But it was the secret white outline her swimsuit halter left
across the resilient mounds of her firm, uptilted breasts and cupping
the ovals of her full buttocks, that fascinated him most. She dropped
her gaze to the stretch of satiny untanned skin over her hips and the
soft little bowl of her lower belly where the curly triangle of sparse
blonde pubic hair began to fringe the puffiness of her pubic mound and
fleshy vaginal lips, tiny shivers of awakened sensualism rippling over
her. Lord, when was the last time she had done it to herself? She
couldn't even remember ... but evidently too long ago, the way she was
suddenly keyed-up. She had never been a sexually oriented girl, but
...!

Carol dropped her bath towel to the floor and sighed, letting her own
trembling hands stroke downward over her hips as she watched herself in
the mirror. Her soft breathing increased as she smoothed her fingers
inward toward the base of her incited belly to the sensitive mound of
hair-sprinkled flesh between. She pressured tauntingly, her slender
fingers extended, the pinkness of her moistening vaginal slit's
momentary exposure captivating her. OOohhhh ... she had to, was all ...
simply had to, she was that fired-up!

Sultan whimpered, demanding the long-haired girl's attention, and
almost shamefully she stopped her lewd caresses.

"Oh darling, you'll have to forgive your Carol, but ... but there are
things even she can't do without forever!"

The big dog wagged his tail and animalishly licked at his jaws, then at
her soft, sweet-smelling hand when she bent down to brush it over his
head. She couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking as his big
brown eyes seemed to sweep all over her body, almost lustfully ogling
her soft white nakedness. An impulse of exhibitionism added to her
stimulation as she stood there for a long moment posing tauntingly
before his gleaming animal eyes. "You ... you can even watch me do it
if you want to, darling!" she hotly whispered, that lurid thought
feeding more fuel to the wave of self-infused passion washing through
her. "Come on!" she hissed, quickly leading the way toward the bedroom.
"You can sit right by the bed and watch Carol, darling!"

Sultan followed close beside her, brushing against the warm smoothness
of her thigh as she walked, the exciting scent of her effluent body-
heat filling his nostrils. He paused as she climbed onto the bed, the
soft curves quivering with every movement, and then she was lying on
her back and breathing heavily, hardly looking in his direction now.
The powerful animal watched her long legs spread slowly open on the
bed, her small hand moving down between them to the blonde-fringed
opening to her pussy. He watched her fingers begin to work in a teasing
circular motion, little sighs of pleasure tumbling from her parted
lips, her smooth white buttocks starting to rise from the bed to meet
her rhythmically moving hand ...

And that was when he leaped up to join her!

The German shepherd's unexpected approach took Carol completely by
surprise. Since he was a small pup, she had never allowed him on the
bed, and now as she stared down between her lewdly spread legs and
watched him move forward between them, she could only gape in startled
wonderment! She withdrew her hand from its lascivious self-indulgent
task and raised herself onto her forearms, hardly frightened, but
simply awed by his abrupt act and his rather obscene position between
her yawning thighs.

Something held the sensuously stirred blonde from speaking as she
stared at him, her widened green eyes reflecting her bewilderment,
watching fascinated as his loving brown ones swept over her naked
curves almost as if he had illicit thoughts m mind! And then, he was
moving in even closer up over her, dropping his big head to lick out
with a hot fluid tongue against the smooth flesh of her responsively
twitching belly!

Carol irresistibly gasped at the astonishing contact, swallowing at the
sudden dryness in her throat as his long pink tongue began to lick
moistly over her muscle-tensed belly! He had never done, or even
attempted anything like this before! She was speechless now as again
and again he did it, while she continued to lie there beneath the
desire-inciting length of his wetly heated caresses, his fervent
tonguing making incredible sensations spiral through her torso, only
adding to her lustful exhilaration.

OOooohhh ... this was unbelievable! What was possessing him? But she
wasn't going to stop him! Just how far would he go if she let him ...?
Then, his long, damp tongue licked heatedly upward over the quivering
flesh of her waist, working higher and higher until he was actually
lapping the rounded undersides of her sensitive breasts! Tenderly, he
washed up over them toward the tiny straining buds of her nipples!
Carol couldn't hold back the moan escaping her when his searing, moist
flesh grazed wetly over the erogenous, pebble-like buds, first one and
then the other, sending feverish thrills of lewd enticement whipping
through her tremulous flesh!

She knew she should stop him before it went any further! It was
becoming absolutely obscene! And then a sense of disappointment
followed as, abruptly, Sultan stopped of his own accord and began to
back down between her still widespread legs. The temptation to call him
back was short-lived and unnecessary as, suddenly mesmerized, she
watched him poise his massive head between her lewdly opened thighs,
then slowly lower it, his heated animal breath taunting the fringe of
soft blonde curls there!

Carol couldn't believe it when her dog's cool wet nose brushed the
warm, sensorial flesh of her inner thigh ... and finally, the pinkly
pouting lips of her excited pussy! She heard his little whimper as he
sniffed at her heatedly roused loins, his long nose probing at her
susceptible flesh as though he were actually trying to seduce her! She
felt the coolness of it suddenly exploring the smooth crevice between
her milk-white buttocks, then wetly laving the exposed little rosebud
of her tiny puckered anus!

"Oooooh ... Sultan ... you naughty darling!" Carol gasped,
uncontrollably lurching beneath the wicked contact. "Wh-What's come
over you all of a sudden ... ooooohhhhhh!"

His hot tongue suddenly shot out to lick feverishly up and down the
smooth vale surrounding her tight little anal entrance, the tip worming
teasingly up into her clasping nether passage! At that shocking point,
Carol wasn't certain what to do next, whether to order him to stop, or
lustfully goad him on, but that too was a decision she never had to
make! Suddenly, his seething wet tongue began to lick at the narrow
pink slit between her luridly spread thighs! Moans bubbled up in her
throat, little tremors of unbearable desire rippling over her naked
flesh as he lapped fluidly upward through the entire pink-flushed
length of her vulnerable cunt! Ooohhhh, the wild sensations ... and
they were needling inward to stab deep at the nerve centers of her now
intensely fluttering belly!

He didn't stop! His fiery animal-tongue was spreading through the
yielding, swollen lips of her hair-framed pussy with long relentless
sweeps, erotically splaying the tender flesh wide, pausing at last to
lunge in an invading curl far up into the liquid heat of her excitedly
throbbing vagina! She gasped and jerked convulsively, dropping flat
onto her back to writhe in uncontrollable delight under the big dog's
shocking oral lovemaking, mindlessly drawing her legs back to give the
beautiful darling greater access!

Even had she wanted to, the obscenely positioned young blonde knew that
she could never order Sultan to stop, now that the intense thrills of
his long wet pleasure-bringing tongue were penetrating right through
her voluptuously hungering body. She heard her own desperate moans
increase, while her desire glazed mind began to slip into a delicious
oblivion of velvet sensuality. Unceasingly, the loving animal-tongue
bated her offered loins, from the mug little opening of her lewdly
working anus, upward through the hot wet crevice of her cunt. At the
peak, he hesitated maddeningly, his knowledge baffling her when
suddenly he penetrated to flick wetly at the quivering bud of her
rigidly erect clitoris, fanning her ever mounting desire as she
whimpered in carnal delight!

On and on it went, time seeming to lose its meaning for Carol, nothing
mattering but the heavenly searing tongue licking relentlessly through
and over her passion-inflamed cuntal flesh until she was gasping and
writhing her entire naked body in frantic pleading beneath it!

"Aaaaaauuuhhhhhhhhh ...!" she choked as he flicked his tormenting
tongue in a feverish, spearing curl far up beyond the clutching, long-
unused mouth of her burning vagina! "Ooohhh ... yes ... my lover! Do it
for me! Make Carol cum, Sultan darling! She needs to so badly! Lick it,
darling! Lick Carol's hot little pussy ...!"

With an animalistic groan of her own, Carol drew her knees back flat to
her palpitating breasts, and reaching down between them to grasp his
head she pulled his long nose in tight against her wetly yearning
vagina! His loving tongue flicked far up the fire-filled channel like a
burrowing mole, his own whimpers blending with hers as he fiercely
lashed and penetrated the glistening pink flesh between her widespread
thighs and buttocks.

"Oh God ... yes, baby ... lick it! Lick your Carol's needing cunt!" she
hissed out again, raising her blonde head as best she could to look
down between her obscenely drawn up legs to watch whatever she could of
the bestial ravishing of her loins. Oh God ...! Her wide-split cunt was
flushed to near redness, its shimmering inner-flesh was the most lust-
intoxicating sight she had ever seen! Her blood-filled pussy lips were
spread like a omniverous mouth, with her handsome darling's long furry
snout shoved as far as it would go, right up into the hungering passage
of her seething vagina! She could actually feel his jaws working when
he opened them, stretching the elasticized entrance of her cunt to
thrust his tongue deep into her fire-filled belly! He seemed to be
furiously reaching new depths inside her with every lurid lunge!
Insanely, she began to pull at his head while she obscenely thrust her
greedy loins up at him, trying to force his long nose like a thick
furry cock up into her hotly throbbing cunt!

What might have been a pained whimper came from the depths of Sultan's
throat, but Carol never heard it! Instead, she felt the exotic
sensation of his coiling tongue smooth against, then worm its way
lewdly into the small, clam-like mouth of her vagina, spine-shattering
sensations of lust overwhelming her helpless flesh!

She was going to cum! Oooohhhh ... he had done it for her ... the
beautiful darling ... with his cold wet nose shoved hard against her
wide-stretched cuntal passage and his tongue spiraling like the licking
flame of a candle at her tender cervix!

In nothing short of delirium, Carol clutched at his big animal-head,
burying his phallus-like nose another fraction of an inch deeper up
into the tight-clutching opening of her orgastically throbbing cunt,
holding savagely to his pointed ears as she lustfully fucked her loins
up onto his animal-face and felt the never-ceasing ecstasy of his
searing tongue caressing and stabbing into her super-sensitive cervix!

"Oooohhhhh loverrrrrr ... I -- I -- I'm cummmmmmiinnggggggg ...!" she
wailed, jerking at his head and fucking his snout in selfish ecstasy,
nothing mattering but the overwhelming enchantment bursting like a huge
hot bubble of erotic bliss to flood down through her long-denied body
and permeate her with exhausting sensations of sensually drained
fulfillment ...!



Chapter 2


Carol dressed in a somewhat numbed state, slipping on a white skirt and
pullover, still refusing to believe that it had happened the way it
had! She brushed her long ash-blonde tresses more than usual, studying
her own face in the vanity mirror as if trying to detect some hidden
demon. Sultan had trotted off after his obscene seduction, then
returned to sit beside her as devotedly as ever. She petted him, but
didn't speak. God, how could she? The precious darling ... and he'd
been so beautiful ...! But never before had he even done the ordinary
animal things, such as curiously sniffing up between her thighs, or
climbing onto her leg in the usual ruttish fashion.

Why now? Why had this happened? Carol had been asking herself that
question ever since their forbidden performance ended and her wits had
slowly returned. And above everything, she didn't like the answer her
still unsteady mind kept coming up with. There had never been anything
like this, not even an approach, before ... before she'd started
leaving the dog with Peggy! God, was it possible? She just couldn't
believe it ... but where else had he suddenly gotten such a lustful
education?

The young divorcee found herself mentally picturing the attractive
Peggy White in her mind, but she was visualizing her as never before.
Instead, she was inwardly calculating the older brunette's
curvaceousness, her sultry face, the shape of her voluptuously up-
thrust breasts and full rounded hips ... Lord! What in God's name had
suddenly come over her, anyway ... to be thinking along these lines?
She pushed back her vanity stool and jerked upright to her feet. She
needed air, or something to clear her head!

"Come on, Sully ... l think we could both use a good walk in this
sunshine," Carol said, leading the way to the kitchen where she kept
his leash. "I thought I was tired ... but I guess I wasn't tired
enough," she added in a soft tone to herself, though she couldn't deny
the overwhelming feeling of release her formerly tense young body was
enjoying. And in truth, she wasn't really ashamed for having let him
lick her pussy, not really, as she might have been had a man done it,
but admittedly she would have been at least red-faced had she and
Sultan been discovered in the middle of their obscene little escapade .

Carol tried to shake from her mind the lewd image of Peggy White
"training" her dog, but she couldn't do it. On the street with Sultan
walking valiantly beside her, her brain continued to form lurid mental
scenes of the pretty brunette nakedly seducing her handsome pet ...
showing and teaching him how to ... Oh God! Those lewd imaginings were
sensuously stirring her even as her anger mounted. Of course, she could
never prove such a thing, nor would she even hint at it to the super's
wife, but her mind was made up. Sultan had stayed his last day in the
White's apartment. She hardly knew what she was going to do with him
while she job-hunted, but she had the weekend to decide on something.

Unafraid with the massive German shepherd at her side, and hardly aware
of the ogling and shifty pairs of eyes, the suggestive whistles, or
under-the-breath propositions directed at her from passing and
loitering characters, the appealing young blonde girl made her way
toward the open park, which was the last remaining thing of beauty to
her in the Westland area. At least once a day she had tried to walk
Sultan there, but unfortunately she didn't dare let him off the leash
to romp a little; it just wasn't safe around there for a girl without
obvious protection. Anyway, when she could, she allowed the dog a
couple of hours of freedom in the walled backyard of the apartment
building where he could get some measure of exercise.

For a while, Carol strolled along the cinder paths, waiting while
Sultan sniffed and examined certain poles, bushes, and trees, until
finally they found an empty bench in the shade and she sat down. Sultan
saw them first, the other harnessed German shepherd immediately drawing
his attention. The dark glasses and type of leash made Carol aware of
the young man's blindness. They moved along the cinder path toward
where she sat with Sultan on the ground beside her, the skilled seeing-
eye dog carefully guiding its master.

He was a handsome man, Carol thought as they drew closer -- tall, with
broad shoulders and proud bearings. His hair was dark and waved,
carefully groomed, and his neat, casual dress stylishly simple. She
guessed him to be somewhere in his early thirties and found herself
wondering how he had lost his sight ... or had he been born that way?

Sultan whimpered as the other German shepherd drew closer, while
totally ignoring his existence. Carol saw then that the dedicated
animal was female and demanded Sultan behave himself ...

"What is it, Queenie? Is our bench gone?" Carol heard the young man
question when his animal-guide seemed reluctant to let him move toward
the seat.

Carol spoke, then, "I think it's because we're here ... my dog and I,"
she said, hardly knowing how to put it.

"Oh ... I'm sorry," he said, turning toward her voice and smiling.
"Usually it's empty this time of day. Excuse us ..."

"There's plenty of room," Carol quickly replied, "if you'd care to join
us?"

"Thanks ... we will," he accepted, still smiling. With the limited hand
movements of a man adjusted to his affliction, he confidently seated
himself, his dog waiting and watching before lying down at his feet. "I
couldn't understand it at first, Queenie's not wanting to lead me over
here," he said. "But when you mentioned your dog I knew. They're
trained to avoid other animals."

"I see," Carol said. "Y-Your Queenie, she's a beautiful dog."

"Yes ... my eyes, companion, and protection," he said, with a certain
bitterness accenting the last word. "Afraid I'd be lost without her."

"I believe I understand what you mean," Carol replied. "I know I'd be
lost without Sultan ."

"Sultan ... that's an impressive name. What breed is he?"

"German shepherd, like Queenie ... and about the same age, I'd say.
He's three."

"Well, you're a pretty fair judge of dogs, Miss ...?"

"Dorsett ... Carol Dorsett."

"Mark Cannon," he replied. "As I was saying, you seem to know dogs,
Miss Dorsett. Queenie's almost three, but I've had her for only a year.
They have to be fairly mature before they start training them, and that
takes quite a while, as well as teaching the person they're going to be
seeing for," he smiled. "Do you live in this area?"

"A couple of blocks from here. We have a small apartment on Fellows
Street," she answered with a little smile of her own, the young man's
warmth and good looks giving her a pleasant uplift. She wondered if he
was married.

"Really? I live on Fellows too, number 1322," he said. "What's your
address?"

"1315. We've only been here a week."

"Well, we're neighbors! I'm almost directly across the way from you!"
Mark Cannon informed, inwardly weighing what might be a stroke of luck.
Beyond that, she had a very pleasing voice, young and gentle, not the
hard, expected type that inhabited this grubby area. Down on her luck,
maybe ... or perhaps, just a smoother operating whore. Whatever she was
made little difference for his purposes ... if she was cooperative ...
and if he could trust her. That could take time to determine ... maybe
too much time ... Christ, if he could only see her ...!

"It's not a very nice neighborhood, is it, Mr. Cannon," Carol said.

He grinned. "Not exactly the place where I'd let my wife walk the
streets unescorted ... if I had one. You said you've only been here a
week. You mean in Westland, or Los Angeles?"

"Both. I'm from San Francisco. I rented the apartment sight unseen from
a newspaper ad, never dreaming that the Westland section could be like
this," Carol replied, simultaneously clocking in her mind the fact that
he was not married. "It fit my budget ... but as soon as I'm lucky
enough to find a job, I intend to move. Like you said, I wouldn't dare
walk these streets without Sultan beside me."

Hearing his name mentioned, the big animal looked up toward his
mistress, then back to the female of his own kind who was completely
ignoring him. If only he dared move closer and explore the smell of
her, but instinctively he knew that for some reason this would not he
right. There was something different about her which he could not
understand, and again he whined in perplexity.

"Shhh, Sultan," Carol ordered, well aware of his interest and the
natural reasons behind it. "I'm afraid you'll have to resign yourself
to being snubbed. The young lady isn't interested in your attentions
..."

"Does he want to get acquainted?" Mark asked. "It's perfectly okay,
except Queenie won't respond unless I tell her she can. Up, Queenie!
Come here, Sultan! Come on, boy! Come over here and meet my friend.
That's a boy ..." he said, Carol watching as he took both animals'
heads and brought their noses together, Queenie immediately wagging her
tail in reception.

Fascinated, the young divorcee watched Mark Cannon's strong, gentle
hands manipulate the two massive dogs with obvious, inbred ability,
until the usual animal-type exploration of intimate parts began and
Carol sensed a tiny twinge of ridiculous jealousy ripple through her.

"Well ... I think we better be getting back home, Sultan," she said,
rising to her feet and drawing him to her side by the leash. "It's been
very nice talking to you, Mr. Cannon. I've really enjoyed it ..."

"Oh ... are you leaving so soon?" he asked, looking directly up at her.

"Y-Yes, I think we better. It's nearly four and I have some things to
do ..."

"It's not very often that I find anyone besides Queenie to talk to," he
said with a smile, "and she doesn't say too much."

"I -- I know what you mean," Carol replied, a warm feeling of
sympathetic understanding filling her. "But maybe ... maybe we can get
together again soon. Do you come here every day?"

"Usually ... but I will for sure if you say you're going to be here,"
he said, causing the warmth she felt to pleasantly increase. "Better
yet, why don't we get together some evening ... that is, if you'd like
to?"

His proposal took her by surprise. She smiled. "Why ... why yes, I'd
like that very much, Mr. ..."

"Mark," he interrupted. "Less formal. Okay?"

"Okay. And mine's Carol, you know," she said, finding herself more and
more excited by his casual charm.

'"Good!" he exclaimed, getting to his feet, Queenie immediately rising
to attention. "Suppose we walk along with you, Carol, seeing we're
going the same way? You mind?"

"Of course not! I'd love it!" she answered, then, on the spur of the
moment, "And ... and suppose you come over to dinner tomorrow night? It
won't be anything elaborate, but ..."

"Hey! I'd welcome that with open arms!" he said, his face beaming. "And
I'll bring a bottle of wine!"

"Okay! Do you like meatloaf?" she asked. "I'm afraid I can't offer you
much better, but I do make a good one ..."

"Meatloaf! My favorite dish!" he said, and then they both laughed as
they walked side by side along the cinder path, their team of German
shepherds leading them.

They had gone only a little way, both enjoyably reacting to their new
friendship, when Carol saw the other man standing beside a tree a good
distance from the path, but definitely with his attention riveted on
them ... or rather on her! He was drinking from a beer can and though
he was quite a way off, there was no question in her mind but that it
was Ed White! The clammy chill at just the sight of him crept
shudderingly up her back.

"Is something wrong, Carol?" Mark asked when she stopped in the middle
of telling him her apartment number and what time to come.

"N-No ... no, nothing," she stammered, tearing her eyes from the
brutish man whose leer she sensed more than distinguished at that
distance. "I-I was just remembering a certain detail I forgot to take
care of today ... I'm sorry."

"You were telling me what time and your apartment number," he reminded,
his discerning mind detecting the falseness of her answer and wondering
why.

"Oh yes, it's 1-B, and let's make it around seven for cocktails ... you
do like a cocktail, don't you?" she said, straining to re-capture the
warm mood they had shared only moments before.

"I thrive on them!" he laughed and shook his head as if thoroughly
delighted. "You know, Carol, you're taunting me right where it gets me
the most!"

"Oh ...? And where's that?"

"In my unbelieving head! Nothing this good has happened to me in three
years ...!"

He hadn't lied to her, Mark thought later, as he moved knowingly around
his own small, seedy apartment, making himself a pitcher of martinis,
some crackers with cheese, then settling down in his easy chair. He
heard Queenie's level breathing beside him and felt the reassuring
closeness of her strong body against his bare foot. He flicked on the
small radio and found his favorite FM station, while his mind raced. If
only he could have gotten one look at her, for Christ's sake! He turned
up the radio to drown out the clattering worthlessness of the air-
conditioner.

She had to be beautiful with a voice like that ... and she was
certainly no hooker. Single, evidently, or maybe divorced like him. He
took off his eye-shades and rubbed at his sightless eyes. Opening them
again, he wondered how dead or vacant they looked. Were they still the
same bluish tint? ... the color Nancy had told him she loved so much
... the bitch.

He sipped at his martini, then popped a whole small cracker with cheese
into his mouth. They'd told him the acid had never noticeably damaged
the actual eyeball, only destroyed the thin lids, which plastic surgery
had restored ... plus his sight, but he had no way of knowing that was
true.

Shit, that was hardly important anymore! In three years, a man learns
to live with a horror, just as he accustoms himself to the loss of his
wife after seven years, the girl he comes to believe is a part of him,
for richer or poorer, through sickness and in health, till death ...!
Malarky! Goddamn, what had gotten him off onto this tangent? He didn't
want to think of that shallow bitch ever again! She was gone, on the
other side of the continent, back in her Boston environment where she
belonged, and he was well rid of her. More important things had
suddenly, and so unexpectedly, happened to him!

The sound of Carol Dorsett's almost sensual voice and the delicate
scent of her perfume shouldn't play any part in the picture, Mark knew,
but he couldn't exactly get them out of him mind. Being sightless
didn't destroy a man's desire ... and he'd still bet his life she was a
beauty! All the same, he had a job to do, and he intended to do that
first and foremost! Besides, she was probably only being sympathetic
... lonely too, no doubt. But he'd hate to put up a man with good eyes
as competition and let her make a choice!

To hell with that crap! It was just sheer luck that he'd met her, and
not to take advantage of it would be stupid! She sounded trustworthy
enough, but he'd have to probe that deeper tomorrow night. Either she
had told him the truth, or she was one slick operating chick ... and if
she was that, she damn sure wouldn't be wasting her time down in this
end of town! No, she was for real, all right, and above all, he didn't
want to get her marked! Christ, he couldn't protect her ... couldn't
even protect himself, but his end hardly mattered. Maybe, he better
think about it a little bit ... not be hasty and just get her uselessly
involved ... She sounded like a dream, almost too out of date to be
true! He smiled. Imagine that, he reminded himself, Mark Cannon having
a dinner date after all these years? And with what had to be a very
lovely young girl! Damn, he could hardly believe it! The lingering
sound of her soft warm voice taunted his memory. He drained his glass,
flicking the savory olive inside his mouth. What the hell, he realized,
his stupid cock had begun to stir ...!

* * * * *

Carol made herself a strong gin and tonic, poured a little Coke for
Sultan and eased down into the only decent living room chair. She had
to think things over. So much had happened to her in the last few hours
that each unexpected, overwhelming incident seemed like a milestone in
her too-uneventful life! Her lewd little episode with the handsome
German shepherd beside her hardly seemed as if it had ever happened
now, but she knew it really had ... and only hours before! Again, she
examined her conscience as she sipped at her drink! No! No, she wasn't
sorry ... nor ashamed ... and she wasn't about to tell herself it might
not happen again!

And then there was Mark Cannon! He certainly was a very striking,
desirable man, and seemed untouched by the self-sympathy his affliction
could cause. Instead, he acted alive and young, quite aggressive in
fact, ready to ignore his handicap if she would. Carol hoped she'd
shown him it made absolutely no difference to her, and guessed that she
had done just that by inviting him to dinner. She really wanted him to
come. There was something about him ... appealing in every respect. It
was difficult to think of a man like him never to have been married. He
had to be thirty-two or three. Maybe, he'd tell her ... and she would
tell him her own sorry story ... they would confide in each other ...

Then the memory of Ed White's frightening appearance in the park marred
her pleasant revery, and Carol drank heavily from her glass. Why had he
so suddenly loomed up? She hadn't rid herself yet of the thought that
he must have been following her! There was something terrifying about
that ugly man! She couldn't bring herself to believe that his being in
the park was just coincidental! Yet, in broad daylight, even with
Sultan beside her, he scared her.

God! Carol hardly knew what to think, except that she wanted to keep as
much distance as possible between her and the landlord. How his wife
Peg could ever stand him was beyond her! ... And then she again thought
of her shapely brunette neighbor, and the almost incredible conclusions
she'd come to earlier concerning Peg's lewd exploitation of Sultan.
They seemed outlandish now ... cruel and hasty accusations she'd
readily whipped up to lessen her own immediate guilt. No ... it was
impossible ... not Peggy! She just wasn't that sort of person ... was
she?



Chapter 3


Carol wasn't hungry. She fed Sultan and made herself another drink, her
third ... or was it her fourth? It hardly mattered, she decided, the
liquor's effects causing a warm, buoyant feeling to glow inside her, a
pleasurable diversion she had almost forgotten existed. It had been a
very eventful day, she thought, reviewing individually once more all
the things that had happened, as she sipped her gin and tonic. For a
change, there'd been a few happy things! She smiled down at the big
German shepherd resting at her feet, a stimulated little tingle
rippling in her belly when she remembered the lewd hour they'd spent
together. Then, Mark Cannon came excitedly to mind, adding to those
provocative stirrings ...

Suddenly the door buzzer sounded. For a moment, Carol hesitated as
Sultan's throaty growl gave warning, mental reflections of Ed White
racing through her mind. Again the buzzer sounded, and with a staccato
urgency this time that she couldn't ignore. Carol set down her drink
and answered it with her dog close beside her.

It was Peg White and she was crying, her face flushed and crumbled, one
cheek noticably redder than the other. Clutched against her breast she
held a purse, and a sob choked from her throat as she charged into the
room!

"Close the door and lock it, please, Carol! Hurry, before he knows
where I've gone!" Peggy White gasped in a terrified voice ... locking
the door herself when the blonde girl didn't react quick enough. "If he
finds me, he'll kill me! I-I just know it! I've never seen him so
raving drunk!"

Without asking, Carol knew that the almost hysterical girl was
referring to her husband. "Wh-Where is he now?" she quickly questioned
hoping to God he hadn't seen his wife come in there.

"I-In the apartment, still looking for this, I suppose!" Peggy
whispered in a shaking voice holding up her purse. "I-I keep the rent
money in here for the bank deposit. It's not ours, you know ... we have
no right to use it, but that makes damned little difference to Ed! It's
money ... and that's all he cares! Money to throw around in bars ...
and to buy those slutty teenage bitches ...!"

Trembling, the distraught wife began to cry again and Carol tried to
comfort her, putting an arm around Peg's shoulder and walking her
toward the couch. "Here, dear, you sit down and let me get you
something to steady you. You're safe here ..."

"As ... as long as ... he doesn't know where I am ...!" Peggy sobbed.

"Don't worry. He can't get beyond that door, not with Sultan here!"
Carol assured her. "Now you sit right there while I get you a drink,
Honey. Then, we'll see what to do about this!"

The ugly brute had obviously slapped her, Carol thought, trembling
herself as she poured straight whiskey into a small glass. The red
welts from his big fingers were still embossed on the poor girl's
cheek.

"Here, drink this, hon," Carol said, dropping down beside Peg to gently
place a hand on the shivering brunette's shoulder as she handed her the
glass. "Just sip at it ... would you like some water ...?"

"No ... no thanks, Carol. T-This is fine ... and I'm so grateful. I-I
didn't know where to run to. He was like ... like a maniac when he
couldn't find my purse ... but I'd expected this and ... and hid it in
a different place!"

Carol didn't know what to say. She didn't want to be nosy, or get
involved in the Whites' domestic problems, but ... "What're you going
to do, Peggy? Will he get over it ...?"

"Oh yes ... by tomorrow probably," the still shuddering wife replied,
sighing raggedly as if to shake the fearful quaking possessing her. "He
always does. He'll be too hungover to carry on by then."

"But what about tonight? You just can't go back there and take a chance
on him beating you?" Carol said. "He's probably furious by now!"

Again Peggy sighed, laying her head back onto the edge of the couch, a
little smile sardonically twisting her pretty mouth. "That ... is
putting it mildly, darling! Ten years of experience with him tells me
that he's in a murderous rage by this time, vowing to tear me limb from
limb!"

"My God! Why do you put up with it, Peg?" Carol gasped in disbelief.
"I'd call the police ... have him arrested ... anything!"

"I know ... l know, honey," Peggy said, lifting her head and drinking
from the glass. "It sounds like the only answer, doesn't it, but it
isn't. Believe me, it isn't! Any woman who has ever had a drunken,
wife-beating man would quickly tell you the same. So, they're arrested,
fined, and released ... and what do you suppose happens to the poor
girl then? That's right, his vengeance is even worse."

"Then, for God's sake, divorce him!" Carol exclaimed, reaching a point
of exasperation.

"Divorce him ...? Oh ... I couldn't do that, honey!" Peggy replied,
shaking her head. "You see, he really needs me ... and I love him!"

Carol stared at her, speechless. Well, so much for ridiculousness, she
thought, draining her glass. What more was there to say? The anguished
wife had pathetically said it all in six words which had struck a
familiar chord in the divorced girl's memory ... he needs me ... I love
him! Incredibly enough, Carol thought, I understand just how she feels!

"Here, let me get us another drink," she said, taking Peggy's empty
glass and walking into the little kitchenette. Then, in a low voice
that couldn't be overheard through the thin walls, she said, "You
better stay here with me tonight, Peg. As you say, he'll be over it by
tomorrow, or at least too sick to give you any further nonsense."

"Thanks, Carol, but ... but I don't want to put you to any trouble. If
I can stay just a little while longer, maybe he'll have fallen asleep
..."

"Don't be silly," Carol said, returning to hand her a second bracing
measure of straight bourbon, then lowering herself into the chair
across from her neighbor. "You know it's no trouble. The bed is big
enough for both of us, and I've got an extra toothbrush and nightie.
Besides, I wouldn't sleep all night worrying about you, and here we
both can rest comfortably with Sultan protecting us ..."

Peggy White breathed out heavily once more, her radiant smile showing
itself for the first time since she'd frantically entered the
apartment. She set her purse on the couch beside her and said, "I'm not
going to refuse again, darling. God knows, I'll be safer in here with
you tonight, and especially with Sultan, as you say, to protect us ..."

The big German shepherd heard his name spoken a second time and raised
his head to survey the two females. He studied them both for a long
moment, noting that his mistress' face and eyes had taken on an
unfamiliar laxness, while hers of the midnight hair were quickly
beginning to appear the same. He listened to the soft sounds of their
voices, then changed his position so that he could rest his head on the
floor and watch them. The confusion which had tensed him at first was
no longer in the room, the quiet sounds of their voices beginning to
gently lull him toward sleep ...

How or why Peggy had started talking about that side of her personal
life, Carol wasn't sure, but she quickly found herself more than a
little intrigued, as well as pitying the obviously passionate girl
across from her. She listened intently to Peggy's intimate unburdening,
as if she just had to confide the awful truth in someone.

"I-I have to be loved, Carol ... physically ... sexually loved," Peggy
whispered, her dark eyes reflecting her excitement in the mere talking
about it. "And ... and this is another form of Ed's brutality. Knowing
how much and often I need it ... he denies me ... or at the very least,
makes me beg him ... sometimes on my knees ... and I have to say it the
dirtiest way possible ... like ... please fuck me, darling? Or, please
shove your big cock up my hot cunt ... or, let me suck it until it cums
in my mouth?"

"H-Has he always been this way?" Carol heard her own raspy whisper, the
curvaceous brunette's candid revelations easily rekindling the tingles
in her belly that the young divorcee had been experiencing before her
buzzer had interrupted. She couldn't resist persuing the rousing
subject, and a much more relaxed Peggy White, under the soothing
influence of the bourbon, seemed just as eager to discuss it.

"Oh God, honey, he was wonderful ... for the first eight years of our
marriage! I couldn't have asked for more in bed! He not only has a big
one ... you know, long and thick and hard, but ... but he knows how to
use it to bring out the most in a girl! God ... honest, he makes me cum
like ... like an earthquake! Not just once, but five, six, seven times
...! At least, he did ... before we came here. In San Diego it was
beautiful, Carol. We were so happy together. He had a good job with an
electronics firm ... always came home after work ... and we owned a
nice house ... Then, he met some people from below the border, you
know, Mexico, some dark looking men who came to the house several
times. The next thing I knew, we were selling everything to come here!
I wasn't asked; I was told! Overnight, he was a changed man. That ...
that was two years ago ... and here we are, right up until tonight!"

Carol swallowed tightly, Peggy's uninhibited description of her sex
life like a bellows fanning the smoldering embers in her own belly and
loins. She thought of Jonny and his lovemaking, but the memory of him
was quickly brushed aside by the fresher memory of her interlude with
Sultan, and even the more mysterious wonder of Mark Cannon. "The ...
the teenagers you spoke of, Peg ... you mean those young girls who are
all over the neighborhood?"

"I mean those little two-bit bitches, sluts ... cunts is what they are,
honey!" the shapely, dark-haired wife vehemently exclaimed. "They'll do
anything to get enough dough for their pot, or a fix! Only ... only two
days ago, I took Sultan with me shopping. We came home in a taxi
because I had so much to carry. Ed wasn't expecting me, and I found him
on our bed with one of them! She couldn't have been more than sixteen,
both of them naked and going at it sixty-nine, you know, sucking each
other!"

"My God!" Carol gasped, the other's lucid description and four-letter
words spiraling through her in a wave of sensuous heat. "Wh-What did
you do?"

"Ranted and raved, of course, ordering the little tight-titted pig out
of there! But she could hardly have cared less!" Peg said bitterly.
"She was kind of cute in the face ... all over, in fact, with almost
boyish hips, but full, white buttocks ... long, dark, straight hair,
you know, streaming down her back, and the same curly wispy-like hair
on her pussy! Damn, I could hardly blame Ed ... and you know what she
said to me?"

"Wh-What?" Carol asked breathlessly.

" 'Come on, Mama,' she taunted me in a little-girlish voice. 'Get naked
and let me lick your cunt!'"

Carol couldn't speak; her throat was too dry, as if it had suddenly
been swabbed with a ball of cotton. She drained her glass, welcoming
the wet relief. "And ... and what did you say?" she almost blurted.

"Well, for a moment, I just stood there staring at the enticing little
bitch while Ed laughed! 'Come on, babe,' he said, trying to goad me
into it. 'We'll have a real party! If Dottie can eat pussy the way she
sucks cock it'll be a blast-off for you!' And you know, honey, I almost
did ... I mean, it wasn't going to be the first time for me! A
girlfriend and I when we were in high school used to sleep together
often, and licking pussy wasn't new, or disgusting. I was getting
hotter by the second, but the fact that Ed brought her right into our
apartment and bed was too much! I just began to cry ... and the next
thing I knew, she was gone ...!

"Good Lord ... what an experience!" Carol breathed, sensing the
moisture seeping warmly from between her swollen vaginal lips and down
against the thin sheer nylon of her panty crotch-band. She squirmed
down into the cheap chair cushion, welcoming its pressured hardness
agains