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Lovely woof story!

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What’s this? A sentimental story? With Sam? Stranger than things have happened.

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Sam and the Pup: Part One

Sam issitting in the laundromat, checking her phone while waiting for her clothes to dry. It was a routine thing for her every Wednesday. Plus the place was usually empty between the noon and the early afternoon hours. But not today. Sitting in the chair across from her was a dog boy with white fur. She wouldn't have paid it any mind except she noticing him staring at her. And every time she looked up from her phone and made eye contact, he would look away, visibly nervous. She thought it was funny at first, maybe even cute. But after the fifth time, it got annoying. She gets up and walks over. "Hey, kid!" The dog boy tries to ignore her. "I know you can hear me. Is there a problem?" "N-n-n-no, nothing." "Really? Because I couldn't help but notice that you have been staring at me for the past 10 minutes, so what's up?" "Nothing. It's just....." "Just what?" "You look like someone I admired when I was a kid." She was about to really give him a piece of her mind, but one look at his face and she soften, a familiar feeling from her younger days. There was something about this kid, she thought, something interesting. "Okay, kid. Today is your lucky day." She finds a scrap piece of paper and a pencil and then writes an address. "That's an address to a bar on the north side of town, The Midnight Rider. You meet me there at nine tonight. You keep me entertained and I might make it a special night for you." The dog boy, while being excited and nervous, takes the paper from her and dashes out the door while saying "I'll be there! I promise!" Cute kid, she thought. Then another thought occurred to her when she looked around the room. Did that kid even have laundry, she thought. It is now fives minutes past nine o'clock and Sam is waiting at the bar counter in The Midnight Rider. I promise, my ass, probably got cold feet, she thought. The door of bar opens and Sam looks over to see it was just a couple of regulars she knows. They were rubbing their knuckles as they walked. "Hey, Sam." "Hey, Nick. What's up?" "Ah, not much. Just got done kicking the shit out of some kid fawning over your bike." "What?" "Yeah, kept asking if it was your bike or something. Tried to warn him it was best to back off. Didn't listen so we gave him a hard lesson." "What?!" "Yeah, should have seen him lying there, whimpering like the dog he is" "You fuckin' asshole!" Sam crushes out her cigarette and dashes out the bar. The thought of the dog boy being on the ground, hurt, triggered a protective instinct with her. Hold on kid, she thought, I'm coming. She makes it to the parking lot and then she sees him, lying on ground, in pain. "Fuckin' pricks. Sorry, kid, this was not how I wanted things to go. Let's get you up and I'll get you home." She helps him to his feet and starts to walk him to her bike. "I just wanted to know, wanted to make sure that was still the same bike you always rode." Sam now confused helps him on to her bike. This is getting fuckin' weird and I'm pretty sure I never told him my name, she thought. "Change of plans, kid. I'm taking you to my place. Hang on tight and watch the hands." Late night at Sam's apartment, the dog boy wakes up. he sits up on the bed and rubs his head. "Where am I?" "My place, kid. You got the shit kicked out of you by a couple of dickheads." Sam then enters the bedroom, completely naked. "Now get up and drop the pants. I was hoping for an interesting night and those fuckers ruined it. And if you think I'm doing this out of pity, your problem, not mine. Clear?" With no hesitation, the dog boy gets up and pulls his pants down. Sam notices a slight smile on his face. She gets a good at him, especially his dick. "Not bad, kid, not bad." She walks over to him and puts her arm around his shoulders. "Now we have to get our engines warmed up first before we get going. Let me see you stroke it. I'll even let you watch me get my engine warmed up." The dog boy starts to stroke his dick, slowly at first. Sam soon follows and slides her hand down to her pussy, inserts two fingers, and starts fingering herself. They continue the pleasure themselves, slow at first. And then they pick up the pace in a mock race against each other until Sam say. "Okay, I think we're warmed up enough." She pushes the dog boy on to the bed and gets on his lap. "Ready to get a taste of this biker's pussy?" Then she see the dog boy start to cry. "Hey, if you keep crying, you're gonna kill the vibe." "I can't help it. I waited 15 years hoping to find you again. And now to be together like this." Sam lays down on him and grabs his head. "Okay, this has been bothering me all night. You are acting way too familiar. Let me get a good look at you." She has a firm grip on his head and observes him, looking at all of his face. Then her eyes go wide. "Wait. Your mother, is her name Roselin?" "Y-y-y-yes." Then she suddenly realized. "Are you lil' Johnnie?" "Yes" End of Part 1