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Alpha Male Joe - Chapter 8: The Dog
After my wedding with Kim, things actually slowed down on the farm a bit. It was busy, don't get me wrong. We had bought the place in the early summer and missed planting season. With Thor coming to the ranch and his part of my dad's estate, we actually wound up with some fairly nice farm equipment. Thor and the guys mowed the fields for hay. After my chores around the house were done, I'd take lunch out to the guys and drive the tractor that pulled the hay cart.
They would toss the hay bales up onto the cart and one of them would stack them. When the cart was loaded, we'd drive to one of the bigger barns for storage in the hay lofts. The men were used to the physical labor and they made it look easy, but it was hard work. When we got home, Kim would have made dinner and the guys would wash up, eat and then relax. Sometimes they'd pull me aside for some sex, sometimes Kim.
I noticed that my brother Thor and Jeriah seemed to like being with Kim more than me, and Joe and James loved being with me. I often had one in my bed at night. On a rare occasion, I'd sleep with Kim or she'd stay over with me. Usually, when her parents visited. I had found I really enjoyed sex with Kim but it was different than when I was Joe or James. I had grown more emotionally connected with my husbands, and with Kim staying most of the time with Thor...I had grown just as emotionally distant from my wife.
As the fall progressed, Kim's pregnancy made it more difficult for her to meet the guys' needs and my bed became a lot more busier. Kim and Joe's baby would be born about February. Her OB-GYN or baby doctor said she was doing great. The baby was healthy, heart beat normal. The ultrasounds said it'd be a little girl. Joe was excited.
I would say my life was fairly complete and content. But on the nights that the guys went home, Kim was with Thor and I was alone in the big empty house, I felt lonely. I thought it over and realised that what I wanted was a dog. Not one of the yappy, little dogs or foo foo puppies that people carried in purses and dressed as people. I wanted a real working dog or a hound dog.
I talked it over with Joe and he thought a dog might be a good idea. He asked if I wanted a house dog. I said, "No" I want a working dog, a real dog. He suggested a hunting dog like a German Shorthair or Pointer, maybe a Retreiver. I told him I didn't know, but it the idea was growing on me. He nodded and I thought that was going to be the end of it for a bit.
The next day though, after breakfast, he pulled me up into the truck and we drove over to the county pound. If I wanted a dog, he suggested we look for a rescue animal. He didn't see throwing thousands of dollars at a designer dog when lots of rescue dogs were looking for a good home. I thought it a great idea.
The pound was not a bad facility. It had large runs and a dog park attached. You could go to either an outside yard or enclosed area to play with a dog and see if you were a good fit before you took it home. It had a bit of a smell to the area though and it wasn't the worst smell, but it wasn't the best one either. I couldn't imagine what the sensitive noses of the dogs inside smelled.
Behind the desk was a tan skinned male with thick black hair. He had a mirror behind the desk to see down a hallway, but it also reflected his computer screen. He was playing some video game. "SMITE" was in bold letters and pictures of little faces covered the screen.
"It's a slow day. No one else is here." He said.
The first area was devoted to cats. I don't like cats. The only ones I've ever really been around though were the half feral barn cats that people used to help keep the rodents and critters out of the feed. They did that, but they also ate rabbits and birds they could catch in the pastures. If they weren't fixed, they breed quickly too.
I caught the Latin guy checking out Joe's ass. I guess Joe saw him as well, cause he told me to go look at the dogs and see if I could find anything I liked. He would see about the paperwork and what fees and things would need to be paid if I found one. I cocked my head at him and wondered what he was doing, but then watched him turn on his work boots and drop his balance to his hips and saunter/stalk towards the desk.
The guy behind the desk didn't take his eyes of Joe. When Joe's hand dropped towards his pant pocket and he adjusted himself, the guy actually swallowed. I shook my head and went to look at dogs.
They had a small room for little dogs. Puppies and anything small like a chihauhau or yorkie. They had some small beagle pups in there that were very cute. All floppy eared with big eyes and paws. Two little females and male. One of the females was a lemon color, the others were the usual tricolor dogs I was familiar with.
In the room for the big dogs, I found a lot of pit bull mixes. There was a rottwieler. The dogs were excited when I entered the room. Lots of barking, lots of pent up energy. None of it interested me. When I had given up hope, I turned to what I thought was an empty aisle to head back and found my dog. The dog was curled up on a blanket. I looked at the card, the dog was named "Daisy". I didn't know if was the pounds name for her or her real name, but she didn't respond when I called it.
The note also said that "If I behave upon your visit, give me a treat". There was a small basket of kibble attached on the outside of the cage. I grabbed a few and tried to coax her to me. She was very scared and it took some doing, but she finally came towards me took the kibble from my outstretched hand and retreated into her cage to eat it. I did it again.
I took her card and went to see if I could get her out and take her into a small room to play with her. I turned the corner and found Joe. Joe had his cock lodged completely in the desk clerks mouth. His balls were resting on the guys chin. Tears were streaming down his cheeks and you could see him choking on Joe's cock, but Joe held his head in place with his hand on the back of the guys head. He pulled out a bit, the guy gulped air and Joe pushed forward and plugged his throat again. The guy bucked a bit, but Joe was relentless.
I asked if I could play with Daisy. Joe just tossed me a leash, and then guy with his throat plugged didn't say no...so I went back to the dog. I opened her cage, attached the leash and went out to the yard to play. Daisy gained confidence when her feet hit the grass and she wasn't being overwhelmed with the noise and confined space she had been in. I unclipped the leash and she ran about the yard all excited.
I looked back at the card. She was an Austrialian Shepherd – Border Collie mix. She was white, grey and brown and just a mess of colors. She had streaks. She had spots. She had one blue eye and one brown eye. I loved her. She liked attention and was very effectionate. She just didn't like being inside that place.
I played with her for about five minutes and knew I had found my dog. I didn't need to know anything else. This was the one for me. I tried to call her by her name, "Daisy". She wouldn't come. Since she didn't know the name, there was no reason I couldn't rename her. I bent down and took a knee, and held my hand out to her. She wasted little time in coming over to be pet. I slipped the leash back on her. She was okay, until I wanted to head back inside. Then she started to pull on the leash a bit. She did go, but it wasn't the happy dog that I had seen outside.
I led her towards the front of the building and heard the desk clerk. "Oh, Oh, No, It's too big. Stop, don't...and a howl that wasn't from the dog and knew that Joe had just slammed his long cock deep inside him and was balls deep. I still went ahead to the desk to let them know I had found my dog.
Sure enough, the desk clerk was on the desk. His pants were off. His cock was standing straigh up and he was jerking it as Joe pounded his ass. Joe wasn't being gentle, and the clerk was being very vocal. "Fuck! Fuck! Oh my god!" He grunted. He moaned. He begged Joe to go easy. Joe just continued to pound away ignoring him.
The desk clerk began to orgasm and Joe pulled out of his ass. He jacked himself a few times and came all over the poor guys abdomen and face. Load after load shot out of Joe's thick dick. I waited for the clerk to calm down before approaching. "I would like to adopt Daisy." I bent down and pet my dog, reassuring her I wasn't leaving her behind.
Joe nodded and said he wanted to look as well. He walked towards the dogs while tucking his cock back inside his pants and adjusting himself. I filled out the paperwork. The clerk was a bit self conscious but he'd just fucked my husband. "So, um, what's the deal with ..." he nodded towards where Joe had disappeared.
"My husband?" I supplied.
His eyes widened a bit, but he nodded yes. "He's a good guy. He has a nice cock, and he knows how to use it. As you found out." I couldn't help it. I sounded catty, and I heard it in my voice. Joe could do what he wanted, but at the end of the day. Joe was mine. "He's an adult and can do what he likes."
"So if he, um, wanted to, um, fool around again, you'd be okay?"
I looked at him. "That's up to Joe. If you can handle him."
Joe came back with the three beagle pups. The fees for the adoptions should have been about 240.00 which was about 60.00 a dog. It covered the spay/neuter fee, the shots, and a chip to help if the animal ever got lost. It didn't cost me $240.00. It cost me an invite to the farm for the little Latin boy to check on the "animals" and see if he could entice Joe to play with him again. I did not volunteer that Joe wasn't interested in him per se, he was interested in conquest and domination. He had already "conquered" the Latin boy, and most likely wouldn't be interested in a second round.
Joe called the two little tri-colored beagles, Pete and Repeat. I renamed Daisy to Dixie. Dixie, Pete and Repeat nested in the barn in a big pile of hay in one of the stalls. During the day, they lounged on the porch. Dixie learned her name very quickly cause when I called it, I gave her bacon. The little lemon beagle hound though, Joe kept at his house. He called her Trinket and said he was saving her for his daughter. Joe spoiled that dog rotten. I couldn't say anything, I spoiled the other three.