Petey Dog Man Novels & Stories

As the car door flings open, I see a figure emerging from it. and I am relieved to know that it's not him. Thank God! A man then steps out of it and unlocks the back door. I am not able to get on his face from here, but I am damn sure that he is really handsome. I can see his muscular body, he is wearing a white Henley along with dark blue jeans. he is hot! plus he is damn tall, a few inches taller than 6 feet I guess. A cute little Beagle jumps out on him as soon as he opens the door. I smile as the dog licks his face with a wagging tail. In return, the man pats its back affectionately. Awwwwww! what's it with hot guys playing with cute pups? they look so adorable! I know a lot of ladies fi

Holding them both tightly, she smiled, "Mmmm...this makes me happy...you know?" "I know baby girl...me too," Pete said. Then wrapping both hands around my cock, she admired it and made eye contact, "I'm happy I have both of you here...you guys do such good work...but I want more!" "That's cool...because we're not done with you, baby girl," swatting her ass. Why don't we give Pete a good show...with some doggystyle?" He grinned, "Always one step ahead...and thinking of me."

Elle said and Kyle came out of the kitchen and walked towards Elle. "What's the problem?" He asked "She has a nose bleed" Elle said "My Pet?" Kyle said as he turned to Eva and Elle nodded "I'm not your pet Kyle" Eva said and Kyle smiled "Okk..Since you are not my pet, stop your nose bleed yourself" He said about to walk back to the kitchen when Eva said "Fine, fine, fine. I'm your Pet" Kyle had a small smile on his face when he heard her and said "Not convincing enough". Eva sighed and said in a playful voice "I'm your Pet. Your one and only Pet". Kyle smirked and walked towards her and held her hand as he went to where he kept the first aid.

There’s a soft scratching at my door. I pull the door open and see Beta Pete standing before me, holding – of course – the little puppy. “I’m sorry, ma’am,” he says, “he just ran up on the porch and started scratching at your door before I could stop him.” “No, it’s fine, Pete,” I say, looking at the sad, scared little puppy, with his big brown eyes. “I’ll take him back to the big house,” Pete says, turning. “No,” I say, sighing and reaching out my hands. “Give him here. He misses his mother, and he’s not going to get anything close to that over in that madhouse.”

Should I hug him first and feel thankful that I got him back or should I hit him to discipline him a little first? I rounded the partition and came face to face with a very familiar man. Blond hair, blue eyes and dressed smartly in a suit. The man sat on a royal-looking sofa and there on his lap was a happy-looking Little Hayden. The dog lay obediently on the man’s lap with it’s tail wagging around wildly as it seemed to enjoy the feel of the man’s long and beautiful fingers scratching its head. Hayden…what is he doing here?

They grunt and murmur among themselves as I raise a hand to show I mean no harm. One of them steps forward—Marlon, his long black curly hair half-tied behind his head, a scar running from his temple across his eye, stopping above his lip. He's a massive figure, just like his friend Garmond. "Pete has been expecting you, you little runaway." "Nice to see you too, Marl," I grunt, pushing past them and heading up the stairs to Pete's office. My fingers are crossed, hoping I'm not about to face hell.

she admitted, running her fingers through the soft fur. Ethan chuckled at that. "Who said he's a dog? Meet Mango, my new furry friend. And Mango, meet Olivia, my new old friend." He took Olivia's hand, which he was still holding, and guided it to shake the puppy's paw. "Hey, Mango, will you be friends with Olivia? You know, she's the CEO of a news channel. She might make you a star in her crime shows if you bark or glare at her, so be careful. I'm warning you."

He thought as he still kept a smile on his face as he stared at Roberto. Roberto looked away from the counter and shifted his attention to the dogs again. “I’d love to have the Black and Tan one o we there.” He said pointing to one of the dogs, it was sleeping peacefully. “It’s a male.” The old man informed and Roberto smirked. “Even better.” He muttered and the man bobbed. He walked up to the cage and was about opening the cage when Roberto stopped him. “I’d take him with the cage.” Roberto said and the man stepped backwards. Two of Roberto’s men walked up to the cage and lifted it carefully. They carried the dog out of the store, and the man watched them quietly.

His mind wet wild. He ate the pellets then approached the dog in the crate. “Wait, aren’t you -” “Yes, I am Pete, Chunky, the Chow Chow is my mother.” He said before Polly could finish his sentence. “And you are Polly, right?” “You remember me?… I never knew you know my name.” “I knew it was you ‘cause I notice that leg.” Pete pointing to Polly’s left leg with his snout. “Do you, ahhhm… do you…” Polly couldn’t contain his excitement. He had so many questions in his mind that he did not know which one to ask first.

Getting up from the desk, I flung him onto it, panting like a crazed woman, positioned myself over his cock, and slid down. "Yes, just like that, pussycat. Ride my cock." He hissed through his teeth as he rotated my breasts in circles as I ground my hips against him, claiming him as he claimed me. He would always be my Panther, and I would always be his pet. And hopefully one day his wife. #matesforlife