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 My Little Dog Bandit
   J Ryter
   Chapter One
   I live in Little Rock, Arkansas and work for a major agricultural
chemicals manufacturer as a field representative.  I have a big territory
covering 8 counties in the flat lands of the `prairie' between the White
River and Little Rock, then on to the Mississippi River where rice
production is the dominate crop, mostly in east central Arkansas.  I call
on local dealers, handle product complaints and make presentations on all
our products at sales meetings.  Some meetings are held with the retail
dealers in my territory and their sales people, in order to help them sell
our products to their retail customers.  This business is very competitive
and all our competitors that manufacture products comparable to ours,
compete for a large share of business from the dealers and their farmer
customers.
   Each year, the company I work for, comes up with new incentives for all
the sales reps, to offer the retailers as well as their farmer customers,
to help me and the other sales reps get a major share of the business.  I
love this industry and I love my job.  With salary, bonuses and
commissions, I make a healthy, six figure annual salary.
   Since this industry depends on agriculture, it's always a busy spring
and summer; with winter sales meetings and corporate meetings.  The late
summer and fall months are mine to do as I wish, hardly ever having contact
with my regional manager.
   I was fortunate to hire on with this company right out of college, after
having worked as a summer intern two years in a row.  I was raised in the
south and this was a perfect fit for the company and me.  I've been with
the company nine years now.  I've never been married, even though I came
close right before I graduated from college.  Sometimes I still hurt about
that one.  I do date a lot now, but its women I meet in my travels or at
the parks where I jog.
   I've always been an exercise nut and jog each day, sometimes at 5:00 am,
just to get my run in before leaving out for the day on the road.
   I have a two year old Jack Russell Terrier, Bandit, that I got from a
friend of my mom's when he was just seven weeks old.  He's only thirteen
inches high, has a smooth coat and is predominately white with one black
spot on his head that covers his right eye.  If you know anything about
Jack Russell's, you know they come with a full tank of gas, pre-wired,
batteries included and fully charged.
   I mean they're as hyper as a hummingbird on pure granulated sugar cut
with cocaine.  Bandit is running wide open even in his sleep, he never
slows down.  If he's going to the kitchen for a drink, he's running so
fast, he slides across the room, then runs back across the room again, just
to slide once more, before he remembers he wanted a drink.
   I enrolled him in a three week obedience training school as soon as they
would take him, which I was told would save his life as well as mine.  I
have no doubt they were right too, I would have killed him if I hadn't.
   I'm not going to tell you my dog is smarter than your dog, but Bandit is
SMART.  He and I have bonded like I never thought we could.  We did it by
us being together each and every day since I got him.  I had done my
homework on JRT's before I bought him, they need constant supervision, and
training over a lifetime, just to keep them occupied.  They have a never
ending yen to `go', and if they're left unattended, they're gone.
   Since I am constantly on the go with my job and I love to jog and go to
the park, we were a perfect fit.
   He and I went through some very trying times when HE was training ME. 
We finally came to a stand still and worked out a deal.  He would do
exactly what I wanted, if I let him run his ass off in the park, without a
leash, as long as he stayed in sight of me.  He had to agree, that when I
blew his little whistle, no matter if he was smelling of a cute little
poodle's ass, he had to cut it short and come back, NOW.
   I had to make some concessions too.  Bandit gets to travel with me, on
my sales calls and all of my meetings.  I take him with me when I have to
be gone overnight also, he's a big hit with the females, humans and dogs
alike.
   When I check in a motel, I try to go to the same ones over and over, as
I travel.  If there's a female desk clerk, I put Bandit on the counter and
he knows its show time.  He can run from one end to the other, slide right
to the edge, turn a flip and run back to jump up in my arms.  He's smart as
hell too, what dog isn't?  He learned quickly that he gets more of his
favorite treats when he shows out for a pretty girl.
   Bandit has one weakness, well he has more than one, but the others
concern him.  He likes the younger girls and women that run the jogging
trails.  I like looking at them, he likes to bring them back with him,
thinking he's done just what it takes to get a treat.
   Bandit really likes it when he brings one back to me that we both like
and I take her home with us.  He gets all the treats he wants and I get all
the pussy I want.  We have this deal remember?
   Bandit is not only a registered JRT, he's an RGG, which stands for
Registered Girl Getter, I gave him the papers myself.  Bandit proved once
again he deserved his new papers, right after I gave them to him.  His
actions on this day served to fine tune his abilities as a girl getter.
   We were on a two day swing through the southern part of my territory,
making dealers calls and just doing some visiting with friends and
acquaintances.  The town where I liked to stay when in this area didn't
have a developed city park with jogging trails, so I asked a waitress at
the café where I ate breakfast, where the joggers hung out on the mornings
and afternoons.  She told me they all used the high school track, since
school was out.
   That afternoon when we arrived at the school track, Bandit was happy. 
He saw people running and a few little dogs running too.  He and I had made
three fast laps around the track when I spotted a young girl wearing ear
phones that had just entered the track, running ahead of us.  I knew she
had to be high school age, but Bandit didn't really care, he liked her. 
Hell, he didn't cull many.
   We passed her after following her sexy butt for over a half a lap, she
looked good, even if she was young.  When we went by, she pulled her ear
phones off and yelled at me, "That is the cutest dog ever, what breed is
he?" she asked, after I slowed to let her catch us.
   "He's a Jack Russell Terrier," I said as she ran beside me, looking at
Bandit as he showed out for her.
   "I've never seen one before, he's just adorable, would you mind if I pet
him, he is friendly isn't he?"
   "Sure, you can pet him, he likes pretty girls and he loves to be petted,
when we make it back to the other end, I'll take him out on the school yard
and let him run."
   "Gee thanks, you don't live around here do you?  I mean I've never seen
you run here before."
   "No, we live in Little Rock.  We're just here for the night.
   "His name is Bandit, because of the little black patch over his eye; by
the way I'm Owen."
   "Oh I just love his name, he is so cute, I'm Sheri, nice to meet you
both." We were outside the track now and I had stopped to let her pet
Bandit.  Of course, as soon as she stooped down to pet him, he knew the
show was on.
   Bandit jumped up on her knees and licked her face; she must have tasted
good because he licked her all over her face.  She was laughing and hugging
and squeezing him as he wiggled and jerked and licked her.
   When he jumped to the ground, he headed right between her legs as she
knelt wide legged in the grass.  She was wearing some loose, thin jogging
shorts, not really short, but really loose like they wear now for sports.
   Well, JRT's were bred up as hunting dogs.  They were bred in Ireland to
go into the fox holes and chase the foxes out when they ran into their
dens.
   Bandit has never hunted a four legged fox, but he knows a two legged fox
when he sees one, he knows how to get his nose into a small opening too,
where he thinks the smell of a two legged fox originates.  That being said,
he ran his little snout right up the leg of her shorts and nuzzled her
little patch of fox fur.  I know he did because I saw her facial expression
change and her knees open wider on the ground.
   Sheri was looking right at me smiling, when her eyes rolled right back
in her head and she actually got a hard cum.  I know she did because Bandit
came out from under there smacking his mouth and licking his lips.  I know
she did too, because of the soft `ooooohhhhh' that came from her slightly
parted lips.
   "Sorry about that, he's very aggressive like that and I've tried to
teach him that girls would rather have a boy do that, they don't like for
boy dogs to do it," I said and she smiled at me.
   "I don't think the boys around here know anything about stuff like that,
at least the ones I know don't," she said, as if she were out of breath.
   "Yeah, I guess maybe it just hasn't caught on down here like in the
bigger cities, I mean the girls up there seem to wear clothes that permit a
better opportunity to have it happen," I said, knowing I was on thin ice,
but I was skating fast to make up for it.
   "You mean you have done that too?"
   "Oh yeah, up where Bandit and I run all the time, the girls can be seen
in short skirts or much shorter shorts than the ones you have on.  Of
course, that's just a preference of how they jog, I'm sure."
   "And you do that to girls yourself?" she asked eyes wide.
   "Oh yeah, I love it myself.
   "Well, Bandit and I have to be going, we're going to order pizza
delivered to our room and watch some TV before we get some sleep."
   "You're staying at the motel here?"
   "Yeah, we spend a few nights on the road, each month.  We stay here when
we're in the area though.  Maybe we'll see you around next month.
   "Yeah, I hope so, I mean I hope I get to see Bandit and you again, I
really like making new friends.  I guess I'll get my bike and ride on home
too.  Bye Bandit, I just love you, you sneaky little thing," she said as
she picked him up and hugged him.
   Bandit and I ran over to the motel and as we were going in our room, I
saw Sheri ride by and wave.
   I ordered a small pizza and took a quick shower and put on a tee shirt
and my jogging shorts, The delivery boy came shortly after that and I had
just sat down to eat at the small table when there was another light knock
on the door.  Bandit barked and jumped up like a grizzly bear as he looked
at the door.
   I opened it and there was Sheri.
   "Hi Sheri, you still running, I'd ask you in, but that wouldn't look
good if someone saw you," I said as she pushed right past me into the room.
   "I hope you don't mind, I just wanted to see you and Bandit again, I
don't have long,"
   "Well, we really don't need to be here like this," I said, still holding
the door partially open.
   "Hurry and close the door," she said, I thought someone was chasing her
at first and closed the door.
   By the time I closed the door and turned around, she was naked.
   "Sheri, you can't do this, get your clothes back on.  How old are you
anyway?"
   "I'm eighteen and you just have to show me, please," she pleaded and sat
back on the bed.
   "Sheri."
   "Please?" she said again and opened her legs wide, she had hardly any
hair and her mound was puffy and wet.  Her pert teen breasts were high and
proud as she lay on her back.
   I looked over at Bandit and he was sitting on his butt, looking at me
with his head cocked to the side, as if saying, `well, WTF are you waiting
for?'
   I took the box of treats off the dressing table and threw three in the
floor at his feet, then turned and knelt right in front of Sheri and began
to lap at her pussy like I was Bandit at a water bowl.
   The girl went wild, she was bucking and jumping like crazy.  I held her
down and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed.  She never knew what hit
her when I hooked my tongue up to that little spark plug that popped up in
her pussy.  I slipped my finger in her tight little hole just to check for
her cherry and there was none.
   She must have gotten at least two hard cums with my mouth on her and she
was still wanting more.
   "Do me," she said and raised her head to look at me.  "Please?" That did
it.
   I reached for my overnight bag and got a condom, she was watching me the
whole time as I rolled it down over my cock, then she raised up on her
elbows, to get her head up higher so she could watch as I eased my cock
into her seething little pussy.
   I don't think she was a virgin, but she wasn't experienced either, at
first anyway.  When I had used the only two condoms I had, then fucked her
again right up to the point of shooting in her naked pussy, I jerked out
and shot all over her teen titties as she rubbed semen all over them and
smiled.
   I was about done in, she was young, sexy and VERY pretty.  She was still
naked and I was fucked out.  I thought.
   I was stretched out beside her on the bed and she rolled over on me,
throwing her sexy thigh across my cock.  It slowly came to attention and
she mounted me, riding me like she was a barrel racer in a rodeo.
   "This is just my second time, I never knew it could feel like this
though," she said as she rode me harder and harder until she got a really
hard cum and fell over on me.  I was still hard, but there didn't seem to
be any bullets left in my gun as she rubbed her cum coated titties all over
my chest and belly.
   I made her take a shower before she went home; she used my hair dryer on
her hair and dressed.
   She gave me her cell phone number and asked me to call her when I came
back.  The blood had drained back out of my cock by now and I could think
clear again.  I mentally fussed at myself, just a little bit, then saw her
sexy butt as she pulled her bikini panties up and if I could have, I'd have
patted my own back.  I did reach down and pat Bandit's back, he raised his
paw and we shook.
   Bandit and I followed her in my pickup as she rode the two blocks over
to her home.
   I showered, ate cold pizza and fell in bed.
   
  
JRyter's My Little Dog Bandit Chap. 1