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Someone to Love Me

There were no mirrors in the house. Not one. You'd expect to find a tall
pedestal mirror in the hall, beside the coat rack, or a round girandole over
the side board in the dining room. Certainly you'd think to find a mantle glass
in the living room, or a plain mirror on the medicine cabinet in the bathroom
upstairs. But, there were none. Look as carefully as you would throughout the
old Victorian house, with its fancy, gingerbread woodwork, and its flowered
wallpaper, there was not a single reflective surface in the whole place. Even
the reflective chrome appliances in the kitchen had been given a coat of flat
black paint. She did not need mirrors. Unlike a man, she did not shave her
face, nor did she fuss with her hair, which she put up in a French braid. Her
clothes were chosen with comfort in mind, not fashion, for there was no one
likely to see her. No one needed to be impressed. Carol worked at home. She
rose every morning, quite early, and ran before most people were even awake.
After a modest breakfast, she'd go to her workroom where she wrote computer
software. Hours of hard work were punctuated by the buzz of her fax machine or
the occasional phone call from one of her customers. All of this kept her busy
much of the day, and her evenings were spent reading, or watching something on
TV It was a quiet and orderly life, that might seem lonely to some; but, she
was really quite comfortable with how things were -- and she did have Sam for
company. Sam was her two year old Black Lab. She'd received him as a gift a
year and a half before, and he'd become a fixture in her life, running with her
in the morning and then laying about watching her throughout most of the day.
Sam was well behaved and very patient. Carol was glad to have him. He'd become
a fixture in her well ordered life. Best of all Sam knew her voice and how she
smelled. He did not really notice how she looked. If you saw Carol at a
distance you'd find yourself attracted to her slim, athletic figure. You'd
notice how gracefully she moved. If you saw her running at the break of dawn
you'd notice her flowing auburn hair and you'd want to get closer to this woman
-- to see her beauty, for she just had to have an attractive face. And two
years ago you'd have been dead right. But not now. She still cried about it.
When she touched her face she felt the wetness of her tears flowing down the
puckered skin of her cheeks, across the tightly stretched areas where the
grafts had taken. Her eyebrows were gone and her nose was simply the best that
was could be done with reconstructive surgery, but the surgeon's best wasn't
very good. (End of part 1)

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Someone to Love Me, Part 2

Some nights Carol would wake screaming with the vivid memory of the pain that
had suddenly entered her life, with the car accident and subsequent explosion
of gasoline that had burned away her beauty. She had nightmares of that first
searing pain and the endless agony in the burn unit, as the doctors and nurses
had struggled to save her life. Throughout those excruciating months,
throughout all of the interminable treatments, she had hoped it would turn out
all right. Medicine worked miracles these days, didn't they? Oh, God! She just
wanted things back the way they were. But, deep in her heart she knew that her
world was now, irrevocably different. She was different. She could see it in
peoples' eyes, in the way they opened wider when they looked at her. She
avoided mirrors, putting off the moment her fears would be confirmed. Her
visiting friends tried to be cheerful, but their enthusiasm was forced, their
voices tight. They kept their stays short and soon stopped coming to see her.
Even the hospital staff was overly solicitous. Carol knew before she finally
picked up a mirror, and then one quick glance told her all she needed to know.
She never looked at herself again. Now she was comfortable in her antique home,
surrounded by beautiful old furniture that she bought through Ebay and auction
catalogues. She kept busy with her work. Her customers only heard her
wonderfully modulated voice. And Sam was there to share each and every day. He
always listened when she talked to him, cocking his head to one side while
looking intelligent, and he never drew away from her. Sam didn't know there was
anything wrong with his mistress. He loved her warm voice and the touch of her
hand. She was nice to him and he was very happy with Carol, although it made
him uncomfortable when she cried in the dark of the night. Something was wrong,
but he did not know how to help.

(End part 2)

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Someone to Love Me, Part 3

Most of the time Carol could make herself forget her loss, especially if she
kept very busy; but, in the depths of the night as she curled up beneath the
comforter in her carved mahogany, four poster bed memories flooded back. In
some ways they pleased her, for she relived her former life in her memory -
- was glad to recall the many lovers she had enjoyed. Before her accident Carol
had taken full advantage of her beauty, unlike some attractive women who resent
the attention it draws from men (and some women). She had used her physical
appeal to get men to treat her and to please her. She learned early in life of
the joys a man's touch could bring. Carol had immersed herself time and again
in the heady delights of physical pleasure, even to the point of experimenting
with her best friend Joyce -- who proved that hands and tongue could work magic
no matter who's they were. Recalling these encounters made her present
situation all the more difficult. Inevitably reliving them in her mind made her
body hungry for the real thing, but suitors were a thing of the past. Carol's
friends had dropped away as soon as they saw what she had become. There was no
one left who could look beyond the disaster of her face, except Sam. Lying in
the dark, Carol longed for a lover's touch, ached for the blessed release that
a caressing hand could bring to the consuming need within her sex. At times
like this the need was palpable. She touched herself, as she'd done hundreds of
times before and rubbed herself to orgasm, such was not difficult; but, it was
not enough. The pleasure was dampened by the sensation felt by her hand. This
completed neural circuit interfered with the satisfaction she craved, seemed to
diminish the intensity she'd come to expect from sex. If only she had a lover
to kiss and lick her, and drive his rigid penis into her hungry cunt. Carol
continued to masturbate -- it felt O.K. and it was better than nothing -- and
feeling a bit hot, threw off her covers. In the corner of the darkened room Sam
lay resting upon his rug, listening to his mistress and he sensed her distress.
As always it made him restless, this quiet unhappiness. He knew when she was
troubled. Sam also smelled the curious odor of Carol's sex, which now filled
the room. He associated this aroma with his mistress's difficulty, but there
was something more. This musky scent moved something inside of him. It tickled
an instinctual urge to do something. Sam finally did.

(End part 3)

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Someone to Love Me, Part 4

Carol had brought herself to orgasm twice and with eyes closed continued to
hold and squeeze the lips of her pussy. This self pleasure had made her
somewhat sleepy and she relaxed in the afterglow, nearly gone for the night.
Suddenly, there was the electric sensation of warm wetness touching her pussy.
Startled awake instantly, she jerked and rose onto her elbows to see what was
going on. She saw Sam pulling away, looking a bit frightened, and such he was,
for he was unsure of what he'd just done. The musky smell of his mistress had
drawn him, as a bee to honey. The hand of nature had guided him to this female
smell as surely as iron filings to a magnet; but, all the while Sam sensed he
was doing something forbidden. Though startled awake, a touch disoriented at
first, Carol quickly saw that the delicious touch upon her cunt was not a
dream, nor anything to be afraid of, but rather had been Sam. For an instant
she felt the impulse to yell at him. However, Sam's hang-dog look stilled her
voice, and then she laughed quietly. In fact she giggled at the realization of
what had just happened. It was absurd, it was so naughty and -- it had felt so
good! "It's O.K. Sam. Here boy, it's alright," Carol called with a reassuring
voice. "You're a good dog, Yes you are." Sam drew closer to his mistress, not
sure just what was expected of him. Carol found her voice unsteady, for her
emotions were in turmoil. She found she had no idea what she would do next. She
sensed Sam was upset and she felt the continued hunger in her cunt and she
didn't want to be alone, not tonight. She needed her dog. Sam whined, and came
within arms reach. Carol stretched out her arm to pet him and admired his
strong, firm body. Sam relaxed with the familiar touch of her hand, and then
began to absorb that musky scent. Reassured, he asserted himself, moving to
nose at her crotch where this wonderful aroma emanated. Carol found herself
very amused at this new turn of events, as well as very aroused. This was
insane! Yet, she couldn't bring herself to push Sam away, and Sam became more
insistent. Her need and the memory of that warm tongue decided the matter.
Carol opened herself to this lusty male, drew her legs up and her knees apart,
abandoned herself to the delicious sensations. "Is this what you want, Baby?
Have I been neglecting my young man?" Carol continued to speak to Sam -- quiet,
sweet, loving words -- and Sam was encouraged.

Deep within Sam, hard wired in the primal layers of his brain, was the
knowledge of what he now did. He drew in this fertile female's rich pheromones,
lapped at the mysterious fountain that males are driven to desire, and felt the
erotic intoxication of her perfume. He lapped at the multiple layers of her
sexual organs, delicately at first and then, as his excitement grew, he drove
his tongue more rapidly into her wet folds. His flexible organ searched
hungrily deeper and deeper into her swelling tunnel, even as the floodgates of
her lust were opened. Carol's labia were now swollen wide with excitement and
her cunt poured with all of the unrequited need that was stored up within her.
Sam became agitated with his excitement, even as Carol shuddered with the first
of her dog driven orgasms. She shuddered at her core with the intensity of it,
and within seconds new waves of contractions coursed through her body, one
collapsing into another, until she could stand it no longer. Carol reached down
to Sam's collar to pull away his ravaging tongue and pulled him up, so that she
could hug him close, to thank him for this incredible pleasure. Sam came
unwillingly, as he was now frantic with a need that frightened him. He wanted
to remain at this new, unimagined delight; but, something stirred in him and
made him very uncomfortable. He was not done.

(End, Part 4)

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Someone to Love Me, Part 5

Carol was breathless from these wild, sexual sensations and just wanted to
cuddle this wonderful friend, who'd just given her the best orgasms of her
entire life. But, as she attempted to maneuver Sam into a position where she
could hug him to her, Carol felt something wet and warm slapping against her
thigh. In the dim light of her room, she was that Sam was sporting an erection,
in fact a quite respectable erection, with a glistening, pointed head. This
wet, bevel tipped member flopped about with Sam's agitated movement, as he
reflexively humped the air. She could see he was clearly in distress and knew
in an instant that she was the cause of it. Carol flushed absolutely red at the
thought that now entered her mind, but knew to her core that it was the right
thing to do, for them both. She moved her butt a little, and reaching for Sam's
penis, guided it to the lips of her drenched pussy. The instant the pointed tip
touched her swollen labia Sam jabbed and his dick was thrust within her cunt.
Just as quickly he withdrew, making a series of frantic pokes, trying to regain
this new, heavenly feeling. Carol replaced Sam's prick into her vagina where he
thrust more deeply and secured his rightful place. Sam fucked lustily, and ever
more rapidly, whining with excitement. She could feel each entry and each
withdrawal of his pulsating cock. This hungry male humped her with more energy
than she had ever known. His prick was hot, and her pussy became ever more wet
with his drooling pre-cum. She loved how good Sam felt within her, and she
thrilled at the forbiddeness of this animal congress. For Sam the experience
was a bewildering whirl of sensation. His body saved him from his ignorance.
Even though a virgin, who'd known only the indoor life with humans, instinct
allowed him to act, to satisfy the need that had welled up within him. He'd
never had the slightest inkling of the glory of this new experience. Drawn to
this female's sexual liquor, Sam had felt something driving him, something was
unleashed and a yearning, unlike anything he'd ever known, had overwhelmed him.
And in the instant his maleness had found her warm pussy, his body had
responded. He couldn't move fast enough, nor deeply enough. The sensation of
her supple, warm inner folds enclosing his organ was perfection. A certain
madness overcame him, and he pumped away, trance-like, absorbed in their union
and transported to another dimension. Sam could feel himself flowing into her
and the need to fill her consumed him. He needed to press ever more of himself
within this exquisite cunt. Carol for her part was amused at Sam's eagerness,
thrilled at the incredible sensations his penis afforded her and was pleased at
his obvious arousal. It suddenly made her feel wonderful to be so desired, and
to be able to dispense pleasure to someone she cared for. Sam's erection worked
its magic within her, and Carol quickly felt her vagina responding to the
presence of a substantial male organ. "God, this is delicious! Fuck me, Sam.
Fuck me hard!" Carol moaned her encouragement to her wild lover. Carol felt
Sam's forelegs grasping her chest, felt his coarse hair against her skin, and
his swelling prick within her pussy, driving her to a fever pitch. "Shit, Sam.
I'm cumming! Oh, I'm cumming hard!" She raised her hips and abandoned herself
to this glorious fuck. The squishing of their mingled juices, the guttural
sounds emanating from Sam, Carol's moans -- they blended into a chorus of
passion, a symphony of pleasure. Both moved to the tempo of their individual
arousal, and became one pounding creature.

(End, Part 5)

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Someone to Love Me, Part 6

In his eagerness, Sam became a bit rough, slamming into her sex with all of his
will. Carol, who was again riding the roller coaster of Le Petit Mort (orgasm),
really did not notice. In fact, she continued to encourage Sam to greater
effort. "That's it Boy! Give it to me. I want it, all of it!" She was simply
immersed in sensation, in the power of her lust. It was when her orgasms began
to subside that she notice Sam was now almost motionless, and she felt the
throbbing of his cock deep within her cunt. Jets of noticeably warm jism
splashed against her cervix, adding to the wetness of her flooded love tunnel.
But there was something more, for she became very conscious of being filled
much more than ever before! Sam remained transported to the land of eros, but
Carol was alarmed to find his penis was swollen within the vestibule of her
pussy. It closed and filled her cunt in the most remarkable way, and while the
sensation was novel, unexpected and a little scary, her anxiety quickly turned
to wonder. "Damn, this is weird -- but, Sam you feel so good. I can't describe
this, but your prick fills me wonderfully!" With her voice Sam became more
aware of his mistress and he too realized that he was lodged within her, a
captive of cupid's arrow. He was alarmed and started to squirm, so that Carol
had to close her legs about his hind quarters and hug him close. "Good Dog.
Good Sam. You're having a good time aren't you fella. You feel so good in me.
M-m-m-m, nice doggy." Her voice soothed Sam and he relaxed, letting his body
sink upon hers, still thrilling to these wonderful sensations. He felt her
warmth enclosing him and her muscles squeezing, clutching his swollen penis.
They lay together, joined more than even man and woman is capable of. Sam's
knot pressed against within Carol's vagina, so that she let go and submerged
herself in the moment, absorbing the sensation of the experience, savoring each
nuance. In time she reflected on the situation she now found herself in. Being
'tied' gave one time for thought. She marveled at what had just transpired, and
at how much she'd enjoyed this forbidden coupling. If her mother knew what
she'd just done, she'd die -- But, then her mother was already dead and gone -
- as were all of her so-called friends and lovers. Outrageous as it was, this
had been some of the best sex of her entire life, and she knew in her bones
that it wouldn't be the last. Sam had presented her with an undreamt of
solution to her need for a lover, for now there would always be someone for
her. She had loved Sam before, but now she looked at him in an entirely new
way. Both she and Sam had opened a new door in their lives, one that could
never be closed again. This feeling of Sam's knot filling her was something
that she could never forget, nor would she want to. And, how could she deny Sam
his pleasure, now that it had been revealed to him? So, they lay together until
sleep overtook them both. When Sam's knot finally relented and he slipped from
within her soaking pussy, he moved back to his blanket, even as Carol
slumbered. He licked himself, relishing the new taste of his semen mixed with
his female's juices. The scent of their mating filled the room and gave him a
sense of satisfaction. Sam understood now in a new and irreversible way what a
woman's pussy smelled like, how it tasted and the glorious feeling it could
give to his maleness. He understood in a general way what those urges he'd felt
before had meant, and now, how to go about satisfying his desires. Tired from
his efforts Sam dozed off. Early in the hour, just before dawn, Sam rose to go
outside and relieve himself, then paused in the kitchen for a drink of water,
before returning to the bedroom where Carol slept in a quite disordered bed.
Sam smelled the strong odor left from last night's coupling. It sparked his
interest in this woman who still slept, but whose pussy seeped what remained of
their mingled juices. Sam returned to this novel treat and tentatively lapped
at her tight lips.

Carol stirred, moving to accommodate her canine lover, murmuring with pleasure
as he licked more eagerly. Gradually she became more conscious of the pleasing
sensations as she awoke from her deep sleep. Finally, even as her cunt swelled
with the erotic feelings Sam's tongue gave her, Carol rose upon her elbows and
stared at her eager dog. . . "My God! It wasn't a dream!"

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