Chapter 1

Sampson was a German shepherd that had been a trained combat scout in the U.S. Army but after being wounded in battle, he was retrained as a seeing-eye dog for a non-profit group that assisted the unsighted segment of society to cope in a hectic crowded world in a public setting.

The intelligent dog was big and strong for his breed and would probably not win any blue ribbons for perfection at any dog show, but he was a proud and sturdy fellow with a pleasant personality and a fond liking for the entire human race.

He had a close friend, from the time he was a puppy, in Sergeant Noble of the First Brigade, but the Sergeant was killed in battle at the same time that Sampson was injured and taken off the field of battle once and for all.

Now, he was sort of rudderless and floating in any direction his owners desired.

The war-weary Sampson was not unhappy because he was treated well and had plenty of good food and a nice environment in which he trained for his new job as a guide dog for some poor unsighted human with very few options in a world of complete darkness. Sampson had no difficulty in understanding the value of his new assignment and the fact it was quite different from his last job to sniff out unexploded bombs and find people still alive in the rubble of an explosion. Now he would be taking charge of some poor unfortunate human unable to see and acting as an insulator between him or her and the unseen dangers around them in the sighted world.

His trainer at the guide-dog institute was a Puerto Rican girl called Carmen that had a negative attitude against most men because of being raped by two homeless men in the basement of a shelter in the Bronx. She stayed away from the opposite gender and she was not well inclined toward females either because she found them much too submissive to men and with a tendency to give up their female favors with very little resistance. She kept her opinions to herself, but she considered the cock-loving submissive females to be traitors to their gender and not worthy of friendship in any way or manner.

Carmen liked Sampson because of his fine military war record and the fact he didn’t seem to show much interest in chasing after the female members of the guide dog institute’s training program like most of the other male canine students with a strong instinct to mate with any female bitch that didn’t put up a fuss. It was stressful to hear the bitches barking excessively before, during and after being mounted on the sly. She noticed that Sampson’s military training had instilled a sense of the value of silence in sensitive operations and they both were on the same channel when it came to doing their job.

The Puerto Rican girl enjoyed washing and grooming Sampson a lot more than the other dogs because he was so docile and stood at attention even when she was fooling around down low under his tail and doing his family jewels. She decided that they resembled the human variety if one had their eyes shut tight and imagined they belonged to a friendly human male with an attitude of taking orders.

At least, that was her way of thinking about the scenario, although she understood it was not considered “normal” behavior to use one of the male dogs to take care of her sex-deprived existence no matter what excuse she could contrive to explain her unprofessional conduct.

Things progressed to the point that she experimented with letting Sampson mount her from the rear and dry hump her with all her uniform still on her slender figure and modestly in place. She felt his wonderful hardness between her legs and right up in her ass crack like it was some horny prick that was taking advantage of her with a friendly weapon in the shadows of the training classroom.

Sometimes, one of the other boy or girl dogs saw what she was doing and she knew instinctively that they disapproved of the odd union between canine and human because it was definitely “crossing the line” of human/dog behavior in a strict training environment.

Carmen had gone too far to turn back now and she was beginning to pant with frustration even when Sampson was shooting long lines of white doggy goo on her pants and boots. It was strange that she was so receptive to the merging passion between them because of her fear of all males, both human and animal. It seemed to her that she considered the experimental humping to be something that she controlled and not Sampson. That was the real reason she had no fear to take his full weight on her spine and give him what he needed to drain his seeds from his masculine equipment.

Her primary concern was that he did it in a reasonable time and with enough force that she managed to reach a climax that tingled her all the way down to her toes.

This was all new territory for Sampson and he was not all that sure that he was in favor of such tomfoolery with the human female because he had far too much respect for their superior station and wished she just gave him orders instead and stopped fooling around with his doggy business like one of the bitches down in the kennel late at night.

Sometimes, the overworked staff would make a mistake and put one of the bitches in with the male dogs and the poor bitch was exhausted in the morning and unable to do any productive work until she recovered some energy to do a good day’s work.

Then, the day came when she went all the way with Sampson and stripped off all her clothing from her waistline down except for her boots and socks. She took up a standard mating position underneath Sampson and waited patiently for him to sniff all around for danger before he mounted her from behind and took her with absolute silence and skillful force. The only noise was Carmen’s panting as the determined four-legged creature pushed her into a fast lane to a happy ending that rocked her boat with the tingle that made her day.