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Archive name: WKRP.txt (beast, nc)
Authors name: Uncle Mike
Story Title : It's a Dog's Life
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WKRP was possibly the worst-sounding radio
station in all of Cincinnati, but Jennifer was without
a doubt the best-looking secretary at any radio station
in the entire country.
She had silky blond hair that billowed out
around a smooth, oval face with the poutiest, most
kissable lips you've ever seen. Her face, beautiful
as it was, wasn't the best part. Her body was an
absolute temple to sex appeal. She had huge breasts
massive, but not so big as to be absurd -- that today,
as usual, stretch to the maximum a form-fitting pink
sweater. A tight, black leather skirt did very little
to hide the obscene curve of her hips.
The skirt did nothing at all to hide the
sensuality of her legs, because it ended just about
an inch below her crotch. From there down to her black
leather pumps, the view was unobstructed of the smooth
lines made even more titillating by being encased in
black nylons. If you got lucky and were watching
closely when Jennifer crossed her legs, you might be
able to tell that she wasn't wearing pantyhose; these
sheer stockings were held up by a black garter belt.
What you wouldn't be able to tell unless you got really
lucky -- and few men ever had -- was that she wasn't
wearing panties, either. Jennifer believed in the
feeling of freedom she got from not wearing underwear.
She also believed in the feeling of arousal she
got from fingering herself as she sat behind her desk,
her crotch hidden from view. She relied on that arousal
frequently, because for all her sexiness Jennifer
rarely got a man in bed. She tended to date older men
-- much, much, much older men -- for the same reason
guys rob banks: that's where the money is. They were
rich, but they were almost dead, too.
So she was sitting behind her desk in the
reception area of WKRP, answering phones with one hand
("WKRP in Cincinnati! May I help you?) while fingering
herself with the other, probing through wet pussy lips
until she found the small button of her clitoris with
a shudder, rubbing and stroking and prodding underneath
while above the desk she appeared to be just doing her
job.
Despite appearances, however, she was quite lost
in passion when she suddenly heard a familiar, although
not welcome, voice.
"Hey, Jen-Jen! Think about me while I was gone?"
It was Herb Tarlik, the station's inept sales
manager. Herb was married, but that didn't stop his
awkward flirting; Herb dressed like a clown and acted
like a clown without a clue, but that didn't stop him
from thinking he actually had a chance with Jennifer.
She quickly pulled her hand out of her cunt and looked
up at him, eyes a-sparkle -- not for him, but because
her eyes always sparkled.
"Were you gone, Herb? I hadn't noticed."
He ignored the comment and went on. "Doing any-
thing after work today? I've got two tickets for the
wrestling match."
"Herb," she said in her sweetest voice, "I
wouldn't go out with you if you were the last man on
Earth."
He might have had a comeback -- he usually did
-- but before he could say anything the glass doors to
the offices swung open and a big Russian wolfhound
strolled in, followed by a small man. The sizes of
animal and man were so close it wasn't immediately
clear who was walking whom.
It was the man who spoke, however, so he was
probably in charge. "Mr. Tarlik! I'm Roy Jones, we
spoke on the phone. Jones Pet Stores? This here's
Ralph. He's the dog we're going to use in the com-
mercials, OK?"
Herb turned on his customer-pleasing smile,
which looked disconcertingly like a sneer, and reached
out to pat the dog. A low, menacing growl warned him
away. Taking a step or two back, he welcomed Jones and
walked him back to the studios.
Jennifer would have preferred to go back to her
diddling, but her boss, Mr. Carlson, came out just then
with some papers for her to type. She flew through them
and was stapling them together when Herb and Mr. Jones
came back. Herb looked flushed, and one sleeve of his
tacky sport-coat was ragged. Mr. Jones was apologizing.
"Gee, I'm sorry, Herb, Ralph never did anything like
that before. He's usually really nice to folks. I don't
know what got into him."
They stopped at Jennifer's desk as Les Nessman,
the station's one-man news department, came up from
behind. "I'm going out to a hog farm, Jennifer," he
said. "Oh, nice doggie!" He took a step toward Ralph.
In a flash of brown fur the animal leaped up, clamping
his bowtie between the dog's powerful jaws. Mr. Jones
tried to pull him off, but that only made Les turn a
bit purple around the neck. Jennifer reached out,
tapped the dog on the shoulder, and said softly, "No,
Ralph." In an instant, the dog released his grip and
squatted at Jennifer's desk. Les left hurriedly.
"He really seems to take to you, Miss," Jones
said. "Say, would you mind watching him while Herb and
I go out to lunch? We'll only be an hour or so."
Jennifer smiled in agreement, and Mr. Jones and Herb
left.
Jennifer went back to her work, putting away
some files. As she moved between her desk and the
cabinets behind her, she noticed that Ralph kept his
big, liquid brown eyes on her all the time, swinging
his streamlined head back and forth like a fan at a
tennis match. Every now and then, she petted his silky
smooth fur, rubbing a hand from his neck down to his
tail. He wagged it in appreciation and continued to
stare at her.
Almost finished with the filing, she pulled the
last slips of paper out of a drawer. "Oh, darn," she
said to herself as one form slipped out of her hand
and underneath the desk. She pulled her chair back and
looked but couldn't see it. Getting down on her hands
and knees, she crawled under the desk and saw it, just
one corner of the paper barely visible underneath the
bottom drawer. She reached out for it slowly, careful
to protect her polished nails.
Just a little bit further -- it was a tight
squeeze between the floor and the drawer bottom, and
there seemed to be some kind of metal rod in the way
-- a little bit more... got it! She pulled her hand
back. It wouldn't budge. She pulled some more. She
could feel her fingers swell a bit and realized she
was stuck. Reaching with her free left hand, she groped
on the top of the desk for the intercom, found the
cord, began to pull the base unit toward the edge --
and then realized that this was not quite the image
she wanted to present to Mr. Carlson, who tended to
think that Jennifer was perfect. "Oh, well," she told
herself cheerfully, "if I just wait a minute, the
swelling will go down and I'll be free again."
Even as she was saying that, she felt something
against the back of her thighs. Something cold and wet
quickly slid up her legs and landed right in her
crotch. The touch surprised her and she jumped, bumping
her head on the bottom of the desktop. The cold probing
was quickly replaced with something even wetter but hot
and scratchy. She heard a throaty growl. Looking over
her shoulder, she saw Ralph's head buried under her
skirt. His furry body was right behind her. She fran-
tically tried to escape, but her maneuvering only
increased the swelling in her hand and excited Ralph,
who licked eagerly at her cunt. His thick, coarse
tongue soon was covered with her pussy juices and she
shivered when a particularly exuberant lick found her
clit.
After several minutes, the licking stopped.
Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief -- only to turn
into a gasp of shock when she felt the pressure of a
hot, furry body pushing up her skirt and exposing her
cunt, while she heard Ralph's forepaws scratching on
the desktop above her. She held her breath, hoping
the animal would falter, but the dog settled on top
of her and she felt its hard rod prodding the entrance
to her cunt. She reached back with her left hand to
ward it off, but all she could do was brush the stiff
cock with her fingertips, and that only got Ralph more
excited. All at once he lunged forward and his slim
but long cock plunged full-length into Jennifer's
soaking wet pussy. She murmured protests as the dog
drove in and out, ramming his cock further into her
than any man had ever been. Juices poured out of her
cunt and dribbled down her thighs as the dog fucked
her harder and harder.
Then Jennifer heard a door open and Mr.
Carlson's voice, somewhat muffled where she was kneel-
ng under the desk. "Jennifer, did you finish those ..."
His voice petered out. She could picture him staring
at Ralph, who had stopped his bucking at the sound but
still was balanced on Jennifer's ass, the dog's paws
splayed out on the desktop.
"I'm here, Mr. Carlson," she called out. Image
be darned, she thought, I've got to get out of here!
Unfortunately, what Jennifer couldn't see is
that as she called out, Ralph opened his mouth. Mr.
Carlson blinked. "Is that you, Jennifer?"
"Yes, it's really me!" Ralph yawned again.
Mr. Carlson looked befuddled, but then he was
used to that. "Oh, OK, then. Uh, did you finish those
papers I asked you to type?"
"Yes, they're on the desk, but..." As she spoke,
Ralph's right paw slipped a bit and pushed a stack of
papers across the desk toward Mr. Carlson. He snapped
them up and rushed out of the office. "Uh, thanks,
Jennifer. I'll ... I'll probably be out the rest of the
day. I think I need some rest."
As soon as the door swung closed, Ralph returned
to his humping, driving his cock into Jennifer. He had
to keep shifting around to keep his balance, driving
the head of his cock in a swirl that drove her wild
while his rod brushed all over her pussy lips.
With a sharp, short bark, Ralph blew his load
inside her. She felt the hot cum fill her cunt and
spill out. Then the dog backed up, edging his cock out
of her hot box. She automatically reached her hand up
to wipe the sweat from her brow -- and stared at the
hand, realizing that the perspiration had lubricated
the fingers enough to slide out of their trap.
Quickly she crawled out from under the desk and
brushed down her sweater and skirt, both covered with
silky brown fur. Ralph was squatting beside the desk
again, this time with a dazed look in his eyes, his
tongue lolling out one corner of his mouth.
Jennifer began to speak sharply to him, but one
look at those huge eyes and she melted inside. Then she
realized that she hadn't really melted -- that is, she
still hadn't cum. The dog's fucking had brought her to
the brink of orgasm, but he'd pulled out when he was
done without waiting for her, just like a man, she
thought. She looked over at Ralph again. He seemed to
be recovered from the exertion.
Thoughtfully, Jennifer ordered him: "Stand up,
boy." He stood. Oooh, she thought, he follows orders.
He's BETTER than a man. She walked to his side and
began caressing his hot, throbbing sides. Slowly, her
hands slid down until she found his cock, now shrunken.
She began to stroke it gently. Ralph gave a querulous
kind of bark and turned his head around, trying to see
what was going on. She gave the dog her sexiest smile.
"C'mon, boy. Time to teach you a new trick."
Walking over to the couch near the outside door,
Jennifer pulled a hassock up to the edge. She turned to
face Ralph and began to strip. Slowly she pulled the
tight sweater over her head, exposing her ripe melons.
As she kept lifting, her tits bounced free. Ralph
stared at the jiggling mounds, each boasting a dark
brown center with a thick, erect nipple. Jennifer
pulled the sweater all the way off and caressed her
breasts, squashing them together. She put out her hand
and Ralph licked it; then she brought the hand to her
chest and rubbed it over her nipples.
Reaching down, she unzipped her skirt and step-
ped out of it, revealing a thick bush of black hair --
"Sorry, Ralph, I'm not a natural blonde," she giggled
-- and a red, engorged pussy. She sat down on the
couch, sliding forward until her head was against the
back cushions and her ass was on the edge of the
hassock. She spread her legs wide, her pumps on either
side of the hassock, giving Ralph full access to her
cunt, her tunnel open wide before him.
"Here, boy!" He moved forward. Again he licked
at her cunt, but after a minute she pulled his head up
and motioned him to move forward. She maneuvered his
forepaws onto the couch on either side of her chest.
The position was awkward for the dog, but with a bit
of adjustment he got the idea and soon the tip of
Ralph's penis was once again at the entrance to her
cunt. Jennifer grabbed the dog's ass and pulled it
forward, forcing his cock into her up to the hilt.
Ralph began to bark lustily as his cock drove in and
out.
Jennifer applied gentle pressure to his head
and he got the idea, licking away at her bountiful
boobs. The rough scratchiness of the tongue against
her sensitive nipples drove her quickly to the heights
of passion, and she closed her legs around his flanks,
urging him deeper and harder and faster. She could feel
his hot breath against her neck as she bucked in rhythm
the dog's cock scraping in and out in wild abandon.
"Good doggie! Good doggie! Good fucking doggie!
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuckme!"
She wrapped her arms around Ralph's shuddering body
and lifted her heels straight up in the air. His cock
plunged even deeper into her; it felt as if the head
of his dick was down her throat! Finally, with a shriek
of delight and joy and passion, Jennifer's legs
squeezed tight around Ralph. A bright red flush spread
across her ample chest and she shuddered and shook in
wave after wave after wave of incredible orgasm.
When at least she shivered to a halt, she pushed
Ralph away. He seemed reluctant to go. With a smile,
Jennifer realized that this time the dog hadn't
finished. "I'm sorry, boy," she cooed. "But I can
help." Sliding off the couch, she positioned herself
on the floor underneath Ralph's sweaty body and took
his cock into her mouth. Closing her lips around it,
she sucked the tip while her hands roamed up and down
its impressive length until she could feel his balls
tighten and a warm jet of cum shot down her throat.
By the time Herb and Mr. Jones returned from
lunch, Jennifer was back at her desk typing up a memo
and Ralph was just where they'd left him, squatting
beside her.
"Did he give you any trouble?" Mr. Jones asked.
"Oh, no, Ralph was a perfect gentleman."
Herb was edging around the outside of the office
keeping as far from Ralph as possible.
"What's the matter, Herb? Afraid of a little
doggie?" Jennifer's smile was as bright as the sun.
"No, no, I ..." As Herb's eyes grew wide, Ralph
sauntered toward him. Herb pressed back against the
wall. "No! Bad doggie! Go 'way!" Ralph moved closer
and launched himself at Herb ... only to reach a paw
onto either shoulder and lick Herb's face in a friendly
goodbye before dutifully trotting out of the office
behind his master.
Herb brushed off a few hairs and patted down his
greasy hair before strolling over to Jennifer's desk.
"So, babe," he purred, "did you think over that
date thing?"
"Now, Herb..."
"C'mon, Jennifer, if I was the only guy on Earth
you'd date me then, wouldn't you?"
"Well, Herb, would there be any dogs left?"
"Huh? Dogs? Yeah, I guess..." She smiled. "Then
the answer's still no."
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