Doggy Style

By Mercedes Del Ray

There’s an old saying that the best way for a woman to find a husband is to take her dog out for a walk. However, Charlotte already has a partner who she wouldn’t change for the world, so she’s not tempted when she exercises her golden retriever on Bushy Park. But having grown up in the local area, she is aware of what a hotbed of sexual tension there is amongst visitors to the park.

Things change when she discovers that Simon has accepted a job in Paris without consulting her. He expects her to move to France from the house in Teddington she loves to accommodate his career. Soon she begins to see him in a different light and the relationship begins to break down.

In the midst of all this angst, she meets Hector and his dog Stan while out walking one day. Hector thinks she is the hottest thing he’s ever seen. When he realises she's unhappy he takes the opportunity to buy her a coffee, and find out a bit more about her.

Even though Hector also has a partner, he is determined to make Charlotte his. But when he tells her about Gemma, she is still unable to resist him because she has come to love having sex with him on the park, and submitting to his kinks. The lethal danger of being caught only serves to make the whole affair even more exciting, with life changing consequences.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mercedes Del Ray
• Release date: Jul 15, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311070944

Mercedes Del Ray

Mercedes Del Ray was born in London to British parents. The less said about her education the better. After she discovered boys, alcohol and cigarettes at the age of around thirteen, any hopes her father and mother might have had that she would excel academically were dashed.After leaving school, she spent many years working and travelling around the world before settling back in the UK. Along the way she has known many men and has been in a couple of long relationships - with a colourful selection of short term flings.Some of the events she relates in her written works are inspired by her own experiences, others are the product of her fertile and filthy imagination.

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Doggy Style

Mercedes Del Ray

Copyright © Mercedes Del Ray 2015

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

This is a work of fiction. The names of the main characters and events are products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Index

Copyright

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter One

As Charlotte sat looking at her sketchpad, she felt a sense of panic. Thinking about her client’s specifications, and her fast approaching completion deadline, stressed her out no end. There were so many other things going on in her mind right now, she couldn’t concentrate on her current project, no matter how she tried. Deciding a walk on Bushy Park might clear her head and help her relax, she wondered what the weather was going to do. When she glanced out of the back window it seemed like the autumn sun would be out all day, so she didn’t bother putting on a jacket. Instead she threw on a lightweight pink cardigan, before picking up her dog’s lead and shaking it. She smiled when Belle barked and came hurtling downstairs.

Within ten minutes she was driving along Chestnut Avenue. While she admired the large cormorant balancing on top of the Diana Fountain statue, she puzzled as to why anyone would not want to live near this wild open space. Then she parked her car, ignoring the fact that she was taking up a space big enough for two vehicles, and raced over the roundabout to try and take a photo of the bird’s enormous wingspan with her phone. Once she got to the edge of the pond it flew off, as if to spite her.

When she’d re-crossed the road and walked back through the car park, she let her much loved Golden Retriever off the lead. She set off knowing she hadn’t got a chance of keeping up with her energetic dog. As she tried to keep her in sight, she thought for the umpteenth time about the chance discovery she’d made on the laptop the previous week. When she’d asked Simon why he’d been looking at property prices in Paris online, the truth had come out.

After the worst row they’d ever had in their ten-year relationship, she’d seriously started to think that they didn’t have a future together. It had already been decided that he would be relocating to head up the new company office in Paris. Charlotte had been absolutely furious with him for accepting the job offer, without discussing it with her first. What hurt even more was that in her heart of hearts, she knew if she dug her heels in and refused to move, he’d simply go to France without her.

Charlotte also knew she was being rather selfish. However, she couldn’t help the way she felt about leaving the area which she’d grown up in. As a book illustrator she was able to work anywhere, but even so she couldn’t help being very resentful and hurt. Although Simon was a lovely man and had been good to her, his career was everything to him. The way he’d put it before their relationship and her happiness annoyed her intensely.

Belle had no idea of the thoughts that were running through her owner’s mind. She was more interested in romping off through the bracken, with the sun on her back, while she experienced the overpowering smells that came at her from all sides. Seeing a squirrel run towards a tree and dart up it, she chased after it.

Charlotte was so distracted that it was a while before she realised her dog was nowhere in sight. Belle didn’t appear when she called her so she continued to walk, not feeling at all worried. She always came back in the end.

After around fifteen minutes or so, Belle still hadn’t returned to her side. Charlotte started to feel vaguely uneasy. Although the fear of a lurking police car kept drivers to the twenty mile an hour limit along Chestnut Avenue, even at that speed, the impact of a car on a dog could still kill or seriously injure it. Continuing to call out Belle’s name, she walked out beyond the Leg-of-Mutton Pond to see if she could find her in the area beyond it.

At last she saw her up ahead gambling around with what appeared to be a large, black Staffy – although when she drew closer, she became aware the dog’s breed was debatable. However, she was far more concerned when Belle’s new friend took things to another level and attempted to mount her. When Belle enthusiastically started to turn her tail, Charlotte tried to think when she had last been on heat, as she started to run. The last thing she needed on top of the other complications in her life, was to have to deal with a litter of puppies.

As she reached the dogs she discovered a rough looking man leaning on an old oak tree. He was watching them and laughing.

It’s not funny. If that mongrel is yours, get him off my dog please.

Mixed breed if you don’t mind, even vets don’t refer to a dog as a ‘mongrel’ these days. And my dog is not gay, your Golden Retriever looks like a right bitch to me! She’s loving it.

Just get him off her would you?

No way! I’m not going to try and haul him off her, he might turn on me. Just like I’d be likely to bite anyone who tried to interfere while I was on the job! Is she on heat right now? If so you should be keeping her on a lead. Don’t blame Stan, he’s just doing what comes naturally.

As Stan finally