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  I could smell her out in the 
        backyard. The scent of a bitch ready to be bred. When I came around the 
        side of the house, she jumped and ran from my approach. The yard was small 
        and she didn't have much room to run. I was ready and eager, my cock three 
        quarters erect already and growing. She had her back towards me and I 
        don't think she was trying very hard to get away. I caught her easily 
        and jumped onto her back. My cock slipping and sliding against her ready 
        opening. She was trembling and unsure. I begin to think she has not been 
        bred before. I lick her neck to try and reassure her as I thrust forward 
        into her tight opening. Oh yeah, no male has been in here before! Tight, 
        but wet, I start to thrust into her. I can feel spurts of precum lubing 
        my way. A growl issues from her throat as I bite down on her neck. She 
        can pretend all she wants, but her hips are telling me she loves it. With 
        my every thrust forward, she pushes back, knowing that I am her conqueror. 
        Faster and fast Suddenly from out of nowhere, I'm being sprayed with water. The owner of the house has turned the hose on us. I jerk myself painfully out of her and she yelps. I look into her dark eyes for a second and I know she wants more. I'll be back later, but for now I run away. I hear him talking to her, "Did that nasty dog hurt you sweetums? We can have him doing that, you're going to the stud farm tomorrow. With your pedigree we should make a lot of money on your puppies." I laugh, not on my mongrel puppies you won't. God I love poodles. 
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