George Fairbrother was livid his prize Shepard bitch, was pregnant and he had no idea how it had happened. He had been very careful to keep her separate from all the males even when she wasn’t in heat. He was tempted to get them aborted but then someone might find out about her pregnancy or worse she would get infected and it would lower her breeding status if not squelch it completely. He determined that the pups were already thirty days along so he decided to keep her exiled until the litter was born and then just get rid of them. He’d never tell a soul.
The birthing day arrived a month later and as soon as he could he placed the three pups in a burlap sack and tossed them in the back of his truck. He planned to take them to the dump just outside of town and be rid of them there. He was in a hurry that day and neglected to put the tail gate up; it was all that fate needed to intervene. Several country road bumps later and a hasty turn threw the pups clear of the truck and into a ditch. They lay there for several hours; their pitiful cries growing weaker by the moment.
http://65c03js2j-93awc20buxht-xab.hop.clickbank.net/?tid=T012Lauren, was on the main land, Victoria in particular. She was going to be there for eighteen months and didn’t enjoy the thought of it. Her work had brought her here; she was into the design of semi-conductors. When she wanted to feel better she drove into the country, and pretended that she was in Tasmania; if only for a short moment in time. At the moment she was not in a very good mood. It was the weekend and she must have hit something with her right front tire and now it was flat. She sighed as she called for a wrecker to come and fix it or change it. She didn’t care what they did as long as it got done and she wasn’t about to do it because she only weighed a hundred pounds soaking wet. And it wasn’t to say that she was skinny; truth was that she was proportioned perfectly for her size. She was beautiful and men’s eyes followed her everywhere she went.
Lauren didn’t have too long to wait, she had to admit that the auto service club that she belonged to was very good in providing quick service but the premiums were hefty also. She bided her time by strolling along the road and in the process noticed a burlap bag several feet into the ditch. She thought she saw it move edged closer. She peered at it intently and that was when she heard the faintest of cries.
Lauren was not squeamish when it came to exploring the unknown. Within moments of hearing the cries of some small animal she had the bag open and was looking inside of it. What she saw made her sick but also stirred her compassion. There had been three puppies in the bag but two of them had died, only one remained; a male. She felt anger at what she saw and wanted to kick the person that had done this as hard as she could; particularly in a place that would hurt them the most. Her rage was quelled only slightly as the auto service man informed her that the repairs to her tire had been made and that she was ready to go.
She signed the necessary papers and then carefully retrieved the burlap bag and placed it on the front passenger floor. Her tires squealed as she sped from the place and made a bee-line for the veterinary clinic of a friend that she knew.
Within fifteen minutes of finding the puppies the remaining survivor was receiving medical attention. Her friend told her that she didn’t hold much hope that the pup would live but that they would try. Lauren thanked her and then went home; she had done all that she could do.
Several days passed but when she arrived home on Tuesday there was a message waiting for her on her answering machine. “Hi Lauren this is Samantha from the veterinary clinic; congratulations, you have a boy. He’s quite an amazing little fella. Please give me a call or swing by as soon as you can… beep.”
To say that Lauren was surprised was an understatement. Her family had several dogs before when she was growing up, but she had never owned one herself; what was she going to do? She sighed deeply, this was something that she had not thought of when she had rescued him.
Lauren fixed herself a quick bite to eat and then went to the dog clinic. She exchanged a few pleasantries with her friend and then broached the subject of what to do with the dog. “I never really thought it thru.” She confessed.
“Well… the little guy has already been through a lot, but he has the strongest will to live of any animal I have ever seen.” Said her friend. “I’ll tell you what… take him home, raise him for a few months and if you think that he’s too much for you after that I’ll take him and find him a home with someone. There is something about this dog that just intrigues me.”
“So, what are you going to call him? I’ll put it in my files.”
Lauren thought for a moment. “Call him Samson.”
“Samson? Isn’t that the name of a Rat?”
“Yes, it is, but in Hebrew it also means Strong.”
Lauren took Samson home after several more days. Her veterinarian friend had wanted to make sure that he had the best start possible after such a traumatic birth. There were a lot of things to learn about taking care of such a small pup, but she managed. Weeks passed, then months. She taught Samson things that she hadn’t thought possible at first and the amazing thing was that within days of her teaching him something new, he had it mastered.
Samson became Lauren’s nearly constant companion and he had full run of the house. There had been several break-ins in the area that she was living but no one ever touched her place, not with a huge German Shepherd residing there, and he was huge. Most Shepherds average height was twenty four to twenty six inches, his was thirty six. The average weight was seventy seven to eighty five he weighed in at one hundred thirty five and there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. He loved to play Frisbee and he ran like the like the wind. She loved the fact that he didn’t slobber all over everything and he rarely shed which was unlike most dogs.
About a year after Lauren brought Samson home, she was coaxed into double dating with a co-worker friend of hers. An hour into the social affair she was very glad that it would only be for one evening. Her escort turned into a real chauvinist and very overbearing he reminded her of her sister’s husbands. The only thing she enjoyed about the evening was the food.
“Thank you for the evening.” She said to Layel after she opened her apartment’s front door. I’ll see you at work tomorrow.” She went to close the door but found his foot in the way; he had placed it there intentionally.
“Uh… I’m sorry but I don’t know you that well yet?”
Hey, I’m an acquired taste.”
Lauren shook her. “I’m sorry Layel; I’m just not impressed by you.”
“Really, well I’m impressed by you and I didn’t wine and dine you tonight to get nothing out of it.” He pressed forward entering her abode.
“Please Layel you need to go now.”
“I’ll go when I think I’ve been reimbursed for the evening.” Saying that, he entered her apartment fully and closed the door behind him. He grabbed her and as she tried to pull away several buttons were ripped from her blouse. Her skirt was next and he was in the process of stripping her of her bra when a searing pain in the back of his right thigh stopped him. He looked behind him just in time to see the jaws of a huge German Shepherd catch him in the uninjured leg.
“Samson stop!” Commanded Lauren, and he obeyed her; backing away and then coming to her side.
Layel was on the floor, hurt and bleeding slightly but not so badly that he couldn’t regain his feet. “I’m going to have that dog put to sleep.” He threatened, hoping to trade her dog’s life for sex.
“No you won’t.” returned Lauren, holding her bra in place while reaching down and picking up her torn blouse. “I’ll have you up on rape charges if you try anything. Now, get out of here before I call the police.”
Layel realized that his bluff had not worked and stumbled to the door. He threw it open as hard as possible hoping to damage something but only managed to have the door spring back at himself and catch him in the ankle. He swore as he hobbled to his car, and faint mutterings and curses could be heard until he had backed out of the driveway and departed.
Lauren shut the door as soon as Layel was off the porch. She began to cry but then she felt Samson at her side. She turned her attention to him. “Thank you Samson, I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
Lauren suddenly felt exhausted and went to take a relaxing shower before going to bed. She dreaded going to work and possibly running into Layel. When she emerged from the bathroom she was already in her shorty nightgown.
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Samson was on the bed when she got there. It was his usual place to sleep but this time he was closer to where she would lay. She snuggled up to him and whispered in his ear. “I don’t think I ever want to go on another date. I have you and I think I’ll satisfy myself with that for now.” She fell asleep holding him, but she vaguely remember receiving a kiss from him; or had she simply dreamt it?
When Lauren awoke, she stripped off her nightshirt which left her clad only in panties. She stretched, got the clothes she was going to wear that day and placed them on the bed and then sat at the foot of her bed to begin putting them on. She was stopped in the process as Samson stepped between her legs and rose up to greet her face to face.
Samson did the unexpected; he kissed her and the faint memory of the previous night became clearer. “Wow, you kiss pretty good for a doggy. Think you can do it again?” He did and it escalated from there.
The fact that she was mouth to snout with a dog did not gross her out; she had been licked by dogs before. Even when Samson shifted his aim and began to lick her breasts she did not stop him. She felt close to him, especially after last night’s episode with Layel so she caressed him as he licked her. She felt an orgasm building and was surprised because the only orgasms she had ever felt before were self induced, and now it was being caused by someone she cared for.
“Oh Samson, what are you doing? Are you trying to make love to me?”
Samson’s head came up quickly, met her eye to eye and he nodded once; faintly, but it was there.
Lauren knew that she was about to cross a line here that few people ever did, but it seemed the right path for herself. “You be my boy and I’ll be your girl. I never realized until last night how much I’ve relied on you and cared for you and you for me. Keep licking me Darling, it feels so good.”
Samson did not understand everything she said but he did sense her feelings and they were reaching out to him. He ducked his head once more and caresses her brown nippled breasts with his tongue with renewed vigor.
Lauren began envisioning all sorts of lovemaking and romantic play with Samson; it was what triggered her first orgasm and she reached out and crushed herself to him as it swept over her. It was several minutes before she released him. “That was the most intense climax I’ve ever had Sweetheart.”
Lauren lay back on the bed not really expecting more but receiving it seconds later; Samson began licking at her panty clad pussy. “Here, let me help you.” She offered as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the lacy material and removed them.
With all obstruction removed, Samson drew closer to the prize again. She smelled clean and desirable. He stabbed his tongue straight into her several times before sweeping it upward and catching her clit. He had no idea what he was doing, but to Lauren it felt absolutely beautiful and her reactions spurred him on.
“Oh my God!” She exclaimed as she felt his tongue enter her farther than anything had ever gone before. She was still a virgin and she could have sworn that his tongue had touched her hymen. “I have been saving myself for my husband Samson because I didn’t want to get pregnant as two of my sisters did and get trapped into a lousy marriage. I doubt that I will ever find anyone else that I would rather give myself to than you.
Lauren lay back on the bed and spread her legs even more, allowing Samson greater access. Wave after wave of intense feelings began to build and soon the second orgasm washed over her; more euphoric than the first. She managed to grab his head and pull him up onto herself. She hadn’t really planned anything next, her pussy simply needed a moments rest.
She kissed him several times and he returned the kisses. She tasted a little of her own essence as she did. “That was beautiful Samson, I’ve never felt so close to anyone ever before.” She enjoyed the feel of his hair all along her body and then she realized that there was something else touching her also. She could feel his penis and it was resting right in the slit of her vagina. By rocking her pelvis upward she could push his hardness into her slot deeper and he responded by hunching forward and back. It felt fantastic and his cock was making contact with her clit on each forward motion.
“Samson… oh Samson, that feels so good. I’m beginning to wonder why I waited so long to be with you this way. Another orgasm was approaching but she made the mistake of turning her head toward the alarm clock. “Damn…” She sighed deeply it was getting late and she had to be on her way to work. She was tempted to call in sick but as young as she was, she was the head of the research group and took her job seriously. She held herself closer to her lover and whispered in his ear as she ground her pussy into him. “When I get home tonight we are going to make it the most special time we have ever had. You are going to take me totally and nothing will ever tear us apart.”
Samson kissed her and then pulled away from her allowing her to rise. She marveled at it because she knew that he had understood her. Regrettably she began dressing and when done kissed him just before leaving the house; the sound of her car’s engine grew fainter.
This day was different than most days; there was a big change coming. Samson walked into the kitchen and helped himself to one of the steaks that Lauren had put there purposely for him on an open plate. It was cooked but very rare, just like he liked it. He had taken only two bites of it when he got the most nauseating feeling in the pit of his stomach. A chill swept over him and interest in the steak vanished. He ran to the door and peered at it intently, as though he could see through it, and then he howled. Something had happened to Lauren and he could sense it; he no longer felt her presence.
Many times when he was waiting for Lauren to come home, he knew almost twenty minutes in Advance and she would step through the door, so please don't try and tell anyone that Dogs are stupid and know nothing.
They are the most Intelligent animal on the planet, especially the German Shepard, thats why they are trained as Guard Dogs, they are very obedient, to their Master.
And make very good and warm Companions, even in some cases loyal Lover's to Lonely and Abused Women,I know my Samson really is to me Regards Lauren.
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