Manhattan Man Hunt Pt 14 ~ A romance sex story from sex story sites.

"Here, see if you can finish this job for me."

"Sure."

Anita leaned forward and used her lips to roll the rubber down as far as she could along the shaft, and then her fingers to finish stretching the sheath as far as it would go.

'If this was a fish I'd hang it up on a hook as a trophy and photograph it. Remember when the High School did some Shakespeare play and all the girls kept laughing when there was a line about a lusty horn is not a thing to laugh to scorn? Hell, how right that's turned out to be.'

Then Anita yelped and moved her head back on panic as she felt rough hair brushing against her leg. That fucking dalmation again!

"Relax," Tristan said calmly. "It's only Beech."

He was right, it was Beech, a far more energetic Beech than she'd ever seen before, bouncing around Tristan's legs and apparently fascinated by what was happening.

"Now, Anita, would you have a nice warm place where I could be putting this away and out of the rain?"

"Now? Here?"

"Sure, and isn't exercise in the fresh air supposed to be so healthy and all?"

He put his hands on hers and hauled Anita to her feet, then turned her around to face the bench. "OK, just kneel down and lean forward over the backrest. I want your arse nice and high in the air."

"Oh, God."

The hand on her back pushed her forward insistently until her legs were rubbing against the bench. Still the pressure from behind didn't relent. She pulled the flaps of the oilskin clear of her legs and knelt down on the seat, bent her upper body over the back of the bench, stretching her arms out to grasp the bottom slats as Tristan's hands lifted her bottom up into the position he wanted her. Next, he lifted up both sides of the oilskin, higher and higher and Anita squeaked as the cold wind blew across her exposed buttocks, leaving them shivering and rain moistened.

'I sure as hell bet nobody has ever dared do this to Judge Judy.'

Then Anita squeaked much more loudly as something even colder than the wind and the rain nuzzled up between her legs. A cold wet nose sniffing around her cunt

"Beech, sit. He's just trying to make friends, that's all. Like me, I guess. See if this makes you feel better."

She tried to look behind her, a useless effort with the oilskin piled on top of like a fallen tent. Then she felt something else moving between the top of her legs, something hot instead of cold, something rubbery smooth that rose up and into her outer lips and rubbed against them with an insistance nothing could deny. Anita moaned and squirmed in anticipation, then pressed back and managed to get herself around the head of the cock, her muscles eagerly gripping it. Tristan laughed and rewarded her with another inch or so.

"All the way, Tristan! All the way!" she whispered.

Whether or not he heard her he gave her a full stroke of the absolute fulfilment her body was craving for, his hips slapping against her ass like hands clapping. Anita yelped in her own round of applause and clung to the bench as more strokes filled her up like waves of molten lava.

"Hey, look. I can see the moon coming out from behind the clouds. Just for a second. It's the moon and New York city, Anita."

"Never mind the romance, just keep on fucking me!"

"You city girls, you're even tougher than the cockroaches. OK, here we go, loop-de-loop."

Tristan's movements quickened up from a walk to a trot to a gallop, his fingers digging into the front and tops of her legs as he moved her backwards and forwards in time with her thrusts. Anita shouted out in joy and then went into a spasm of absolute pleasure, almost weeping with the relief, her head falling forward as the erection inside her seemed to get ever bigger and longer.

'Toni, Toni, you're not getting this back, not if I have to fight you tooth and nail to keep him.'

A shape close to the ground and whining with pleasure approached, then reared up and licked her face.

"No, Beech, no, damn you," she whimpered, turning her face from one side to another.

The dog hesitated, she gasped with satisfaction as her cunt went into melt down mode once again and Beech took it as a sign she wanted to be licked again.

"Fuck off, Beech - again, Tristan, again. More - not you, you fucking animal, Oh God, I'm going mad!"

'If Toni ever gets to hear that I let her dogboy fuck me doggy style on top of a bench in a park I'll never hear the last of it - not unless she goes to the Orkneys like she says. Imagine going to a place like that just to get laid like this every night - yeah, imagine that. . .'

Anita let go of the bench and slapped at Beech: "Sit! Sit!"