Bobo Pt.1

I was standing at the bar along with my coworker, Greg. We had decided to meet for a drink and to discuss something that he needed help working with. But and then, that may have been phrased wrongly. You see my coworker does contract work outside of our job, and on occasions he is offered jobs to large for just him. so when he runs into this problem he always offer me the chance to make some extra money. It works out to both of our advantage, I get a chance to make some really good extra money and learn on a different level away from work. My coworker gets knowledgeable and dependable help that isn’t bitching about their cut of the money. I realize that it is his job and that he hired me. You either agree to the job and money or you don’t.  
We were standing at the bar nursing our drinks as he was laying out several diagrams on napkins. He was on his second and final drink of a two drink limit, and I was still drinking my first, when she walked in. She seemed floating in with two ladies that could only be her coworkers guessing by the time and their dress. She didn’t stand out in anyways in particular from this distance, but little did I know she possessed a secret weapon. As my coworker and I sat there huddled discussing an attack plan for the job, the ladies passed us several times. There was a few times that they passed selecting music from the old jukebox in the corner, but they also passed going to the ladies room. Each time that they passed glances and smiles were exchanged, but my coworker is newly married. He has a family now and he totally loves that shit. He wrapped things up and as I was ordering my second drink, he left. This left me alone to slowly nurse my second drink and figure out a new schedule. A schedule around working two jobs and running my own business.  
I was still in these thoughts when I heard someone say, “hello.” It threw me off at first because she had a deep accent. But I said, “hello” in return and she introduced herself as Amelia. She turned pointing down the bar, and starting from the left she said, “she’s Chloe and she’s Sophia.” I was asked where did my friend go and I said, “he had to be some place else.” So she invited me to move my drink down and socialize with them. I think it was the accent that got me to moving. From the other end of the bar it was hard to distinguish each lady’s better qualities. But as I approached it was obvious that Amelia was the more beautiful of the three, no disrespect to the other two. While sitting down and watching them each get up and sit down I decided that Chloe had the better body. Chloe also knew that she was fine and it gave her an attitude. She asked if my coworker was my partner and not thinking of her meaning at the time, I said, “yes.” When realization finally dawned on me we all got things cleared up and this is when I took notice of Sophia.  
She wasn’t the best looking or had the best body of the three, but she was the sexiest by far. Men that know will all agree, sexy is in a class all by itself. This is why you can see not so good looking ladies with a nice looking man. She may not be beautiful or fine, she may just be sexy. On the other hand, this also works for women, women are attracted to confidence. You may see a beautiful lady with a not so good looking man. It might not have have anything to do with his pockets or his dick size. While talking I found out that they were all from Wales and that they had all three came to the US together. I told them that I was originally from a small country town a few hours away. So we settled in on drinks, conversations, and lots of laughter. On a return trip from the restroom, Amelia and Chloe announced that they had leave. But it appeared that Sophia and I had fresh drinks, she was staying a little longer. We sat, sipped, and talked until the drinks were done. I walked her to her car and after agreeing to meet the next day, she allowed me to kiss her good night.  
I met Sophia for drinks every night for the rest of the week. On Friday night I was invited to follow her home. We were both tired of kissing in the parking lot and feeling each other through our clothes. We arrived at her apartment and was met at the door by her dog, which she introduced as Bobo. She said that Bobo was a poodle, but he looked more like the results of a possum getting raped by a raccoon. He even looked at me with this snarl on his face like a possum’s grin. I could tell instantly that this was mamma’s little man and that he was spoiled rotten.  
As Sophia and I started right inside the door, Bobo growled as if he was saying, “oh no not this shit again.” We were working up a feverish pitch, when Sophia broke it off and led me into the living room. After fixing me a drink, she then left me sitting on the couch with Bobo trying to stare me down. Hahaha, me with a hard dick and being confronted by what I’ve determined is a hard dick. As Sophia returned wearing a teddy top and no panties, I was forced to choke down a laugh. She was so fucking sexy even though she was sporting a wildly unkempt European bush. I couldn’t help but thinking dam her pussy has an Afro. She sat beside me, took and sipped my drink, and sat it down. We began kissing again with Sophia’s hand in my lap feeling up and down the length of my dick. Mmmm, I loved the taste of her mouth, and how she flowed like water in my hands as I pulled her down on top of me. As we kissed I pulled her hair turning her head to the side allowing me access to her ears and neck. Sophia’s ass was so soft in my hands as she grind against my bulge. But then Bobo jumped up onto the couch and walked along the back of Sophia’s legs and thighs. Then with both front paws on Sophia’s ass he lifted his head and began howling like a little wolf. She made him get down and then said, “let’s go into the bedroom.”  
As I slid off my shoes, I got up, and followed her into the bedroom. She turned and shut the bedroom door, stopping Bobo from following us in there. He really didn’t like that shit, he started howling and hitting that door like a bull. It was hard to believe that little dog could hit that door that freaking hard. But as I walked to the bed I let my pants and underwear drop to the floor along with my shirt. I scooped up Sophia lying her on the bed as I climbed atop of her. The taste of her mouth and neck were incomparable to her breast. As I sucked and nipped at her nipples, pulling mouthfuls of her globes into my mouth. I could feel her clinching up and cumming under me several times. She moaned as I slid down circling her belly button with nips and tugs. By the time that I reached her Afro of a bush she was holding onto both sides of my head.  
I ran my fingers back and forth through her bush before clinching a handful of hair. She again moaned as I pulled upward and back lifting her pussy until her clit peeped out. The smell of her pussy was filling my nostrils as I began to dine. She was so sensitive to my tongue on her clit, as I licked and sucked at the cream flowing from her pussy hole. Hahaha each time I licked all the way up, licking and sucking on her clit. She was like Elsie the cow the way that her pussy was producing so much cream. It became a personal mental challenge to see if I could catch up with and over take her flow. I spread her ass cheeks and cleaned up all of the cream between her cheeks, before tongue fucking her asshole. I slid up atop and into her, Sophia who was built tight, was so fucking wet. As I slid my head in and began to work my way in deeper, she clutched my biceps in a fierce grip. We worked up a rhythm, Sophia lifting up to my descends. I could tell the depth to which I had worked myself in by the cream moving back up my dick. But she was so hot, tight, and creamy, She knew just how to urge me on, inviting me to drill deeper.  
I raised her left arm above her head and I felt reality shifted as Mentality stepped from the shadows. He quickly found Sophia’s kryptonite as he stretched her pussy, he sucked her left breast. The beast growled and roared sensing near freedom. Mentality moved back and forth between Sophia’s breast and her hairy armpits. He licked, sucked, and bit until he had a path imprinted between her breast and her armpit. The beast tore at her nipples and her armpit hair. Sophia wrapped both arms and legs around me as the Mentality decided she needed more of a stretching. As he lifted her up off of the bed with continuous pussy packing, she continued to cum. I finally came back to myself with Bobo outside of the door, still pounding and howling. I had two fingers in Sophia’s asshole as I pounded her pussy. Sophia, still cumming and flowing all over my hand was unaware as I snatched out and climbed atop her face. As I held onto the headboard, she took me deep into the back of her throat. She nursed on me first as gentle as a babe, but she quickly added pulling suction and hand movement. Sophia milked me as if a cow’s teat into the back of her throat.  
We fell asleep cuddled in each other’s arms and for whatever reason Bobo quieted down. The next morning I slid out of bed leaving Sophia asleep, as I got dressed. I looked around quickly for my shoes and then remembered that they were by the couch. I expected Bobo to run into the bedroom as I opened the door and eased out. But Bobo was nowhere to be found. So I walked over and picked up my shoe and it was a good thing that I didn’t just slide my foot into one. Both of my shoes were filled like swimming pools with dog piss. How could one dog piss this much, how could he pee into my shoes, don’t boy dogs have to raise one leg to pee? I had a vision of him squatting like a bitch and pissing in my shoes. I was madder than hell as I walked back into the bedroom and into the bathroom, emptied my shoes and rinsed them out. As I walked out of the bathroom into the bedroom, thinking of walking to my car in my socks I was boiling. But then I looked over at Sophia who had thrown the cover off of her and was sleeping on her back. Hahaha, just the sight of her pussy wearing that Afro melted all of the anger. Again I choked back my laugh and walked to the front door, while looking here and there for Bobo. As I opened the door and prepared to walk out, Bobo stepped out from behind the couch with that same stupid possum’s grin on his face. I mentally recorded that event as strike one to Bobo.  
I hated walking outside in my socks, but I finally made it to the trunk of my car and threw on some sneakers. I put the pissed up shoes into the trunk of the car. I drove home, washed and changed, today was the my coworker and I was supposed to begin working on his project. while working I told him about Bobo and my shoes. It was all very funny to him, but during lunch he took me by his friend’s shoe shop. His friend, Roger, knew instantly that he smelt dog piss. He charged me forty dollars and guaranteed the shoes would be like new when I picked them up. This instantly became another strike against Bobo as I imagined him with that fucking possum’s grin. But then I thought of a pussy wearing an Afro and Greg started talking about the project. This drew me out of a dark place. Okay bobo, that’s two strikes, until the next time bitch, until the next next time.                                                        
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