A Man and His Dog

(All events in this story are fictional, and if you don’t want to hear about sex with animals, for the love of God hit the back button)

Chapter 1: The stray

I don’t know where she came from. It was a cold, rainy day when she came scratching at my door. She was a beautiful chocolate lab with deep brown eyes. I opened the door to my apartment and she came bolting inside. She was no more than 6 months old and was very skinny. I hadn’t really intended on letting her in but what was I to do now? I went after her into my apartment trying to see where she had fled to. When I found her she was laying on the couch, her wetness soaking in. “Fuck,” I thought, my roommate was going to be home in a few hours. I had to get rid of her and clean this mess up.

I lifted her up and took her to my car. She couldn’t have been more than 30 or 40 pounds. I grabbed a blanket on the way out, I felt bad that she was so cold. On the way to the humane society she was terrified, she had obviously never been in a car before. I didn’t have the time or the money for a dog (or more accurately, I had better things to do with my time and money).

I pushed my way into the front door of the local humane society. I was met by weary eyes, eyes that had seen too much death. I said, “I have a stray dog, I need you to take her”.

I met the beautiful grey-blue eyes of the secretary at the desk. She seemed college age, as I was at the time, and had a very full chest. She would be my downfall. “Sir,” she said in a sweet voice, “we have to take every dog that is brought to us, but we are overflowing with dogs already and if we have to take her it is very likely that she will be put down.” I almost didn’t hear what she said, my eyes moved over her body and up to her lightly freckled face and long dark red hair.

I said, in almost a pleading tone, “I would really love to take her, but my living situation isn’t the best right now and I’m a college student.” I put the dog down and one of the other humane society staff members put a collar on her neck and a leash and hooked her to the wall so she couldn’t run around.

The secretary looked at me with sad eyes, “What is your name?” She stood up and leaned over the desk, showing cleavage.

“I’m Andrew. And you’re Hannah,” I said, pointing at her name tag. “I see what you’re trying to do here, but I really can’t take this dog”.

“Oh, sure you can,” she said sweetly, “you just don’t want to.” She came around the desk with a syringe. I took a step back not understanding why she had a giant needle in her hand. “It’s for the dog silly, haven’t you heard of shots?”

“Oh, well now I just feel stupid.”

She laughed. “Did you really think I was going to stab you for not taking this dog?” She made a stabbing motion toward my chest and we both laughed. She came around the desk and I checked out her beautiful body. She had scrubs on for pants and a tank top. I was getting more turned on by the second, and I could almost feel my better judgment leaving my brain. All I wanted to do in that moment was please this amazing woman. “So,” she leaned down and pulled a flap of skin up on the dog’s back and inserted the syringe, “you’re sure there’s no way you can take this dog?” She was almost teasing me, as she leaned over, with her beautiful ass.

“I don’t know, my roommate is going to hate me.” My voice was pleading, and my groin had completely taken over at this point.

“Let me tell you what, I’ll just give you this piece of paper that says she has gotten her shots and you don’t have to pay the adoption fee.” She pulled a post it note off the stack, wrote her number on it, and posted it to the shot certification. She held it in front of me, offering.

I didn’t pause for nearly as long as I should have “God damnit,” I said as I pulled the paper out of her hand.

“Yay!” she gave me a hug and I felt her big soft breasts pressing up against me, and I could also feel her groin pressed up against mine. There’s no way she didn’t feel the hardening bulge in my pants, but she held on anyway.

“What are we calling her?” I asked, being horrible with names.

“I don’t know, I can have the computer make a name up for us,” she walked back around the desk and I got another look at her ass. “The first one that comes up is Jamie, is that ok?”

“Yeah, sounds fine.” I made eye contact with the dog and said “Hey Jamie!” Her ears perked up and she wagged her tail. Maybe this whole having a dog thing wouldn’t be so bad. “Can we get her some food, she looks starved.”

“Yeah, a free bag of food and the leash she has on now comes with adoption. We’ll just pretend you paid the adoption fee.” She handed me a bag of food and unclipped Jamie from the wall. “I think that’s all you need. I hope to hear from you soon.”

“Yeah, I’ll definitely talk to you soon.” I walked back out into the rain with my new chocolate lab wondering how the hell this happened.

Chapter 2: Taboo

Over the next few months Hannah and I talked and went on dates regularly, and Jamie became a bouncy puppy and started gaining weight and height. I moved out of my old apartment into my own place when I graduated from college. My roommate apparently had a deep seeded hatred of dogs anyway. It was nice to have a dog to run with, to stay in great shape. Jamie was one of the smartest dogs I’ve ever known, she was somehow potty trained when I got her (Hannah thinks her owner abandoned her), and she was off the leash almost everywhere we went because she never ran off. Life was great; I was making good money hosting my own website, so I had a lot of free time.

About 5 months after I got Jamie I woke up on a Saturday from a very long night of sleep. I’d gone on a date with Hannah the night before and she refused have sex with me as usual. I got out of bed and looked at myself in the full length mirror. I’d been continually looking better after all of the running I’d been doing with Jamie. I had short brown hair. My pecs we fairly well defined and big but not too big.