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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Mike26 WKRP in Cincinnati F bst
From: fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Max S. Wojtylak)
Date: 5 Jul 1996 20:07:29 GMT



WKRP: It's a Dog's Life

By Uncle Mike


    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 anything 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 commercials, 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 frantically 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 kneeling 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 stepped 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 
fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme!" 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."


