The Hungry Pet Chapter 6

Chapter 6

A sparkling ceiling of stars marred only by occasional clouds hung above Eve Novack as the shapely ex-starlet leisurely reclined in a flowing black see-through negligee on her private bedroom suite
verandah. She faced the subdued lighting of the elaborate, heart-shaped pool and luxurious grounds of her secluded home. A breeze stirred whisperingly from the adjoining wood and she could hear the lulling wash of the surf below. Stranger lay beside her. She had never felt more relaxed or at peace with all that concerned her.

Cocktails and dinner she had enjoyed in her suite with only her animal-lover's presence, after which Conchita and Manuel had left for Monterey to visit relatives, a journey she had suggested to keep them away for tomorrow when the intriguing Mr. Garrett came a-sketching. She had decided that might be the most convenient approach, though in all truth her earlier enthusiasm toward the seductive escapade had lost considerable interest for her, and she had only the handsome German shepherd lying beside her to thank for that.

Eve sipped at her third vodka-tonic and smiled down at the attentive dog, her sultry green eyes reflecting the silverish glow of a three-quarter moon as she relived for the hundredth time the unbelievable sensuous pleasure her beautiful, silent lover had brought her. God, he had actually licked the very strength from the susceptible body she had come to recognize as insatiable. How many times had she cum? She'd actually lost count, the voluptuous blonde deliciously thought, a pleasant thrill of delight rippling over her. Uuuummm ... she had never felt more complete or sexually fulfilled from any of her long list of lovers, and in the last few hours her brain had begun to race with lascivious thoughts of the extents to which she could teach him! Not only was he going to be her secret lover forever more, but her faithful protector, too. She had only to look down at the fierceness of his massive jaws and gleaming white teeth to know what he would do to anyone who tried to hurt her ... or into his liquid brown eyes to read the love there for her. God ... what a heaven sent delight he had already been for her, and was going to be from now on!

She thought of Bo-Bo then and something repulsed inside her. She hated herself for begging him to stay, filthy vermin that he was. She drained her glass and leaned over to make another from where the ingredients conveniently sat. That had been the story of her whole life, hadn't it? Either fucking for gain, or the same to try and feed the raging hunger which incessantly burned between her legs. She'd been aware for quite a few years that she was a nympho of sorts, but oddly enough, not with
the usual nympho hang-ups. In fact, maybe she was just a girl who maddeningly loved sex in its every form ... and certainly that wasn't a nympho's bag.

Eve reached down and stroked the big animal's huge head. "You're my real lover now, Stranger baby," she softly spoke to him, watching his tail begin to wag as he stared at her with those irresistible, big
limpid eyes and his ears respondingly erect. "That's right, you are ... but secretly, baby, because such forbidden ecstasies are frowned on in what we humans like to refer to as civilized society. But ... but I'll bet you'll learn to fuck me beautifully, my pet! And that's all Eve needs, darling, to be loved and fucked every, every day and night ..."

Hello ... what was that? Lights ... car-lights! They had to be because they'd flashed in a sweeping glare across the pool and only an auto swinging into the circle of her drive could have caused that! She
couldn't imagine who it might be ... or maybe, they had passed through and out again, turning around ...? Well, she'd just sit and wait for the intercom to buzz before deciding whether she wanted to put up with their company tonight. She could always play sick ... but she hoped it was no one calling as she continued to gaze down with growing excitement at the magnificent German shepherd sprawled ever-ready beside her ...

*  *  *

He was gone!

Kevin was actually gone ... walked out on her! God, could it really be? Or was she dreaming one of those crazy nightmares of hers ...? Laura had but to look at her still bound wrists to know different, or realize the fact that she was lying there on her belly naked in the very lewd position he had left her! For a moment, she gaped at her fettering bonds, stunned ... then, began to work with her teeth, moans of anguish still escaping her. Fortunately, he hadn't tied the knots tight and in seconds she was free, swinging over to the side of the bed to sit with feet on the floor, staring blankly at the empty room around her. It was not only the room ... it was their entire house! Kevin was gone! He'd truly left her... packed a bag and without a further word, merely walked away on their marriage!

My dear God! Wh-What would she do? He'd meant it ... most definitely meant it! He'd absolutely left her ...!

Laura sat there with her small hands clutching tremblingly at the edge of the covered mattress, aware suddenly of the sticky wetness saturating her loins and inner thighs. There was still a burning all
the way up from her vaginal lips to the depths of her belly and she spread her legs to examine herself. She both saw and felt with exploring fingers the wetness of her pubic curls and the warm white
secretion seeping from between the soft pink-fleshed lips causing the narrow ribbon of intimate inner flesh to moistly glisten. A sensuous little tremor fluttered over her at the touch and sight of her own
thoroughly used genitals, her tormentively confused mind vividly recalling every moment of it ... along with the hows and whys.

Ooooohhh ... he had treated her like a slut ... had even called her that! He despised her! Damn him, tying her and humiliating her as if she were some street-walking bitch, then ... then raping her from
behind ... shoving his brutal, lust-filled hardness up into her unwanting belly like a mad man! Just thinking about it was sufficient for her to relive the unknown sensations and shameful pleasure his
long, thick penis had ragingly brought her ... and ... and she had cum, too, for the first time in her entire life! Her legs and loins still rippled with reoccurring little muscular tremors from that overwhelming
moment of exotic intoxication. She remembered then that she had been near to climaxing a second time, had only he continued to thrust up into her frantically excited passage a few more times ...!

In a burst of uncontainable tears the miserable young wife began to cry in earnest, well aware that the blame was all her own, and whatever had happened to their marriage she alone had been at fault. How hard he had tried right from the beginning, while she with her stupid, childish hang-ups had bucked him at every turn! And now, too late, she had suddenly been jarred to her senses ... no ... no ... that was hardly the proper way to put it ...!

You were fucked to your senses, Laura Garrett! Beautifully and masterfully fucked in a manner befitting the miserable bitch you've been ... and by the one man in the world who had every right to do it! Tied obscenely to the bed with your naked ass helplessly shoved right up where he could slam into your... your damned precious little cunt and you could do nothing but take it! Oooohhh, and it was so heavenly ...! I didn't know, darling ... I didn't! Godddd ... why didn't you do it before ...?

Laura, still weeping but less profusely, stood and slipped into her yellow wrapper, then wandered to their small bar in the living room to make herself some sort of bracer. If she ever had needed one it was at that heart-broken moment. The tears which continued to dribble from her puffy eyes with every regretful thought were stinging ones, no longer regulated sobs of emotion she could turn off and on at will to get her own way ... for Kevin was not there ...!

Back in their bedroom the heat seemed to stifle her, and she opened the glass doors wide, walking out on the tiny verandah, the partially clouded night reminding her that they hadn't even had dinner. Lord, how long had it gone on ... his ... his delicious ravaging of her ...? If only he had never stopped! She sipped at the Scotch drink she had made herself, her awakened young mind irresistibly filling again and again with lucid memories of the never before raptures he had brought her even as she had stubbornly fought against them. Yes, he had truly raped her ... used her like a bitch-animal ... debased her beyond anything she'd ever vaguely conceived of ... fucked her ... and from behind ... his searing hard cock bursting up into the intimate tightness of her uninitiated vagina to her still tremoring belly ... and ... and
unleashing a passionate array of showering stars like those tiny celestial bodies she was gazing up at to sensuously shatter inside her ... filling her with an erotic bliss that was beyond belief ...! Oooohhh ... if only he were there beside her at that very moment and she could at last really prove her love to him ...!

Wh-What was she going to do? God, she had to face it! He'd left her! And ... and she loved him so much ... needed him so badly ...! But ... but she couldn't ignore the reality of the facts! Kevin Garrett would divorce her! He would ... she knew he would ... and she wanted to die ...!

*  *  *

Kevin arranged quarters at the Cala Mar Inn then went to the bar. He knew he didn't need it, but he wanted more. The last two drinks he'd gulped down had been enough to half-ass stone him, but he doubted that anybody had ever needed them more.

The still enraged young husband nursed the Scotch-water set before him. Then, he grinned to himself. He'd really given her a fucking she'd never forget, hadn't he? She could cringe and moan with the shocking memories of that, he bitterly thought, for just about the rest of his life! And knowing her, she probably would. But she'd cum! Yes, Goddamnit, he'd brought her off like a rocket ... in fact, she'd been only two shades from a second blast when he'd let go, unable to hold it back any longer.

Well, that was that. The end of six months of what might, and could have been, a lifetime together. Shit, he loved her. He'd be a damned fool to try and deny that to himself, but it could hardly make a
difference any more. Love, grown-up style, was something more than a session of childhood necking and trotting after aspirin for convenient migraines. Fuck it! He wasn't sorry for what he'd done to her ... the way he'd forced her to shove her gorgeous ass up in the air for him to batter into at will! If any hung-up girl ever had it coming, she did. He just wished to Christ he could forget it, instead of sitting there with a half-hard on wishing he was kneeling up behind her for another go at it.

Kevin swept up his glass and consumed three-quarters of its contents, then looked around the small, plush room to see that he was its only customer. The fat, bald man behind the bar in the white jacket and bow-tie continued to polish glasses as he watched a basketball game on color TV. The urge to interrupt him by ordering, Kevin by-passed when the plastic novelty bird bobbing up and down on the rim of a glass as if it were drinking water had suddenly become two which he was finding difficulty in focusing back to what he knew was singular.

Instead, he engineered his mind toward new thoughts ... and abruptly, Eve Novack's sensual charms loomed inside his head, causing his half-swollen cock to give a new, rousing lurch. Damn, she'd even suggested at first that he come over tonight!" ... For sketches maybe, darling ...?"

"I'd rather have daylight ... but if you insist, I suppose ..."

"No, no! Of course, I understand, Kevin. I guess I wasn't thinking that you artists prefer everything natural ..."

"Well ... it's better usually, but not essential if you have sufficient lighting, Miss Novack ..."

"Whichever you prefer, darling. I'll be at home. And if it's tomorrow and I'm still in bed, you just walk right in and pinch me right on the "you know what."

And Christ, what a "you know what" she had! Man, how he'd love to slap that pair of ass-cheeks, but better yet, just hold and caress them! She was a wild one the columnists and movie-rage insisted, using her sexy cheese-cakes and numerous male companions shots at the rate of a half-dozen times a year. She was no longer beach party teenage stuff, but she was one hell of a long ways from being classed outmoded! In fact, for his buck, Eve Novack was right at her voluptuous peak. She had to be around thirty, just enough older than he to make it wild-fire! Shit, he was flipping ...!

"Another drink, sir?" the bald, bow-tie grinned.

"No ... no, I-I have an appointment," the young husband answered, slipping off the stool while the other glanced at his watch.

"What time is it, Harry?"

"Ten forty-five, sir ..."

"I'm late. Good night, old man!"

"Good night, Mr. Garrett ..."

*  *  *

"Who is it?" Eve questioned through her end of the intercom.

"Kevin Garrett."

"Oooohhh ...? I-I didn't really expect you tonight, Kevin ..."

"Would you rather I leave ...?"

"No, no ... of course not! Don't be ridiculous!" Eve said, the tiny sensations immediately rising up inside her too well established to be denied. "I'll be right there, darling ..."

Quickly, she checked herself in the mirror of the vanity, flouncing her short-cropped, bouncy hair while her knowing eyes swept down over the peek-a-boo negligee she was wearing, tiny thrills of excitement
beginning to churn responsively within her. She was hardly aware of Stranger at her side as she walked toward the front door, erotic designs already beginning to form in her seductive mind. It was so late
for his type! Something was in the wind and the thought struck her that she might very much like it. He did have sensitive hands ...

"I know this is a hell of a time to call, but we temperamental artists ...," he started when she had opened the door, and then, his discerning gray eyes had swept up over her in one long engulfing glance, the light behind her doing extraordinary things for them, Eve knew.

"Not at all!" she smilingly exclaimed, stepping back to temporarily obscure his illuminated view. "Come in, Kevin! I'm glad you came. I was just sitting around doing nothing, trying to decide if I could sleep if I went to bed."

Jesus Christ, she was naked beneath that negligee! And what a body! B-But coming to the door that way ...? "I-I thought we might catch a few fast sketches," he managed, moving into the room with his small case, trying to keep his eyes off her but unable to.

"I'm so glad you did, darling! Can we do it in here, or would you rather look around for a better place?" she lightly tossed at him.

He saw the German shepherd then for the first time, a massive animal brushing tightly against her thigh. "That ... that's a beautiful dog," he heard himself say, relieved to have something else to look at
besides the provocative enticement of her nakedly revealed curves beneath the sheer negligee.

"Oh, this is Stranger, my soul-mate and protector," she said, stroking her hand lovingly over his huge head. For a moment she petted the great animal while they both indulged their eyes in silence as if letting their brains work. Then: "And now, what can I fix you to drink, Kevin?"

"S-Scotch ... Scotch and water will be fine."

"Come on with me," she invited, smiling, "back to my private little den of iniquity," and she caught his hand to lead the way with Stranger never leaving her side.

Kevin had seen enough of Big Sur's exclusive homes to recognize her bedroom suite. It was luxurious, like the house, and far superior to his own. The rooms were not only grandly furnished, but spacious, and the bed he supposed she slept in could have easily accommodated a dozen people. Then, he couldn't help but wonder if maybe sometime it hadn't ...?

"Can we work in here, darling?" she tossed at him, walking out onto the small, open verandah where he saw the liquor cart.

"Why not? I-I just want to get a couple of rough profiles tonight ..."

"Scotch, darling," she said, re-entering the room and walking toward him with the offered glass extended, wild little fire-thoughts of excitement beginning to hotly lick at her loins. "You lie down,
Stranger ... lie down! That's right ... just lay right there and be a good, quiet dog."

"He minds well," Kevin managed, taking the drink she offered him. "Have you had him long?"

"Not too ... but long enough, I think," Eve illusively answered, sipping at her own vodka-tonic and studying the perceptive eyes of the intriguing young man before her. "Your wife ... does she know you were coming here, Kevin ...?"

He couldn't help but stare at her. She was a goddamned shrewd one, all right! But even that hardly mattered; they were actually doing little more than sparring, both hesitant to make the first open move ... or was she?

"As a matter of fact, she doesn't," Kevin answered, letting his liquored eyes rake brazenly over the provocativeness of her veiled curves, finally riveting on the twin lush mounds of her full breasts
with their tiny hardened nipples visibly ornamenting the filmy black chiffon. He swallowed tightly then gulped from his glass.

"And you've been drinking ... quite heavily too, I'd say," Eve observantly judged. "Could ... could something be amiss at home, Kevin darling?"

He sensed his brow furrowing. "What the devil is this, a third degree?" he irritably snapped as she began to smile with all the knowledge of the ages in her torrid eyes. "Look, if you don't want to bother with the sketches tonight say so ..." She was gliding toward him ... like a goddamned apparition ... that gorgeous, nearly naked body sensuously rippling with every tiny step, her tongue-moistened lips parted and glistening ...!

"Shall we dispense with the nonsense, darling ... and get down to love-making?" she seductively whispered, her resilient warmth yieldingly closing in on him, her arms slipping upward around his neck as she pressed her soft voluptuous body hotly against the hardened conformity of his own. "Time is always so precious ... and we may need a great deal of it ..."

"Jesus Christ!" Kevin choked, quickly wrapping his arms around her, his hands smoothing down her back to cup the firm fleshy ovals of her buttocks, the thin material of her negligee like a second silken skin as he pulled her unresisting loins tightly against the already straining hardness inside his pants ...!

Stranger whimpered but neither human noticed, neither his new mistress who was clinging tightly to this male human he did not know, nor the man himself who was holding onto her with eagerly stroking hands while their mouths came together and the sound of their breathing began to fill the room. Suddenly, a deep hurt which the powerful animal could not understand, totally filled him. Again, he whimpered but no one heard; they were too taken with his mistress' act of stripping away her
flimsy covering. Then, as she stood there naked and he began to fondle and kiss her white breasts, she worked at unfastening his clothing, the increasing rushes of their breathing keenly reaching Stranger's ears.

Though he still lay where his mistress had commanded, Stranger raised his head high to watch them locked nakedly together as they moved toward the bed, and defiantly, he got to his feet, but not until he saw the man's exposed thick hardness and the way he was crawling between the wide-spread legs of his mistress' pretty white body. It was then that his ears reflexively flattened to his head, and with the hurt growing stronger inside him, the big German shepherd trotted silently out through the open verandah doors into the night ...