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Filmed With Dogs
by Bob Wallace (address withheld)
***
"I like anything that will give me pleasure," Felicia
purred, "whether it's a man, a woman..." She paused,
looking Charlotte right in the eye. "...or animals."
(MF/FF/beast, nc, rp, s&m, voy, bd, drugs)
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Chapter 1
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Charlotte Dayton's beautifully sculptured face turned
into a scowl as her car coughed again, sputtered, and
died.
"Damn it!" She looked at the gas gauge for the tenth
time. It registered the same three quarters of a tank.
She pumped the pedal and turned the key in the
ignition. The motor whined and refused to start.
"Balls," Charlotte muttered, giving up. She opened the
door and climbed out of the car, glancing around.
"Damn, why did I listen to George? Taking this stupid
shortcut!" She talked to the wind as it tousled her
thick red- hair.
Reaching inside the car for the latch, she unlocked the
hood. She hauled the hood up with a grunt and peered
inside.
She shook her head and straightened up. As she stood
with hands on her hips, her eyes scanning the deserted
area, she spotted a large house about a quarter of a
mile down the road.
"Shit! It's the last time I listen to you, George," she
said, annoyed, as if he were there. Her face grim with
determination, she trudged down the road to the lone
house. After a phone call, she would be on her way...
again In no time.
She stumbled up the path to the house, her high heels
catching in the pebbles. She groaned, walking uneasily
up the narrow path, her well-rounded ass swinging in
the tight-fitting designer jeans. She reached the crest
of the path, her soft tits rising and falling
underneath her sweater as she caught her breath.
Knocking on the large old fashioned door, she relaxed.
Things could be worse, it could be night, and this God-
forsaken house could have been ten miles down the road.
The door creaked open.
"Yes?" A tall statuesque blonde appeared, her voice
deep and sultry. Her wide blue eyes quickly took
inventory of Charlotte's lush petite figure.
Charlotte caught the glancing appraisal and immediately
sensed the erotic aura that surrounded the tall
beautiful blonde. "My car broke down," Charlotte began.
"Could I use your phone to call a gas station?"
The blonde's exquisite features broke into a smile, a
sizzling smile that reeked of sex. "Come on in. The
phone's over there on the table."
The tall blonde stood aside, allowing Charlotte to
enter. She feasted her eyes on Charlotte's delicious
swinging ass encased in the skintight jeans. Her tongue
slid across her full lips, her body tensed like a large
cat ready to pounce on an unsuspecting sparrow.
Charlotte felt the woman's eyes on her. For some reason
it made her shudder as she picked up the phone and
dialed information. She held the phone to her ear, a
quizzical expression on her pretty face.
Charlotte's green eyes swept over the luscious blonde
as she tapped the button. "Your phone's dead," she told
her, swearing to herself that it wasn't her day.
"Really?" The blonde's eyebrows arched, her long
graceful legs bringing her to the phone. She listened
intently, tapped the button a few time, and shrugged.
"You're right." She tapped the button a few more times,
still listening as she held the phone to her ear.
Charlotte was a full head shorter than the blonde
woman. Her sparkling emerald eyes followed the curve of
the elegant blonde's neck, down over her huge melon
tits to her slim waist, and stopping as the waist
flared out into full, voluptuous hips. The woman's
sexual aura was overpowering and Charlotte stepped
back, quieting the tremor in her stomach.
The blonde turned slightly. "I'm awfully sorry. I don't
know what to suggest." Her exquisitely toned voice,
everything about her, suggested only one thing: sex--
pure animal sex. It was written in her deep-blue eyes,
across her full red mouth, and exuded from every pore
of her perfectly proportioned body.
Charlotte was aware of the blonde's obvious leer. She
felt as if she were being stripped of her clothing. It
was a powerful sensation. "If you could drive me into
town... I know it's an imposition but I'd be willing to
pay you."
The blonde laid her hand on Charlotte's slender arm.
The contact was charged with electricity. "My brother
is away for a while," the statuesque woman explained.
"I'm sure when he returns he'll be glad to take you
into town." Her face glowed with animal magnetism, her
strong features radiant. "Maybe he can look at the car
himself."
"I couldn't--" Charlotte refused, then thought better
of it. Her face brightened. "It would be wonderful."
"Good," the blonde said. "We can have a drink and get
acquainted while we wait." She turned and her clinging
silk dress licked her knees as she strode elegantly
into the living room. Her well-proportioned body turned
to Charlotte. "I have just the thing to take the chill
out of you." Her blonde fluffy hair was like spun gold
caressing her face.
Mesmerized, Charlotte followed. She was glad George
wasn't here, he would be drooling. This intoxicating
woman appeared to be exactly what George liked. She was
certainly the sexiest female she had ever met-- not
just sexy but blatantly sexy without trying, with a
touch of danger thrown in to make the juices flow.
Charlotte bit her lip, forcing back the thoughts from
her mind. She blushed, her cheeks burning as the blonde
turned, catching Charlotte's gaze.
The same sultry smile came to the blonde's lips,
revealing a hint of pearl-white teeth. "Since we'll be
together, I think it would be nice if we knew each
other's name." Her sensual body floated as she went
behind the bar, her long, graceful fingers bringing out
two tall glasses. She moved with total ease. "I'm
Felicia." She dropped ice cubes into the glasses and
her eyebrows raised expectantly.
"I'm Charlotte. My friends call me Lotty." Charlotte
surprisingly felt her breath shorten and her heart
skipping.
Felicia splashed scotch over the ice in liberal
amounts, carried the drinks over to the coffee table
and handed one to Charlotte. "This'll warm you up."
"Yes, it is a bit chilly out," Charlotte said, then
sipped the potent drink slowly. "Mmmmm. This is a
coincidence. My favorite scotch served the way I like
it, over the rocks. "
Felicia was seated on the large comfortable velvet
chair and motioned Charlotte to the couch opposite her.
"Sit down... relax." Felicia crossed her long sensuous
legs, the silk dress gliding effortlessly up her thigh.
"Craig, my brother, will be a while."
The husky note in her voice was heavy. Her long
fingers, the nails dabbed in a brilliant red, curled
around her glass of scotch. Her other hand toyed with
one of the buttons of her dress.
Charlotte settled into the soft luxurious comforts of
the couch, draining the savory scotch almost to the end
before realizing she had done it. "God, I needed that."
Charlotte's gaze reverted to the button of Felicia's
dress for the third time, watching the long painted
fingers playing with it. Charlotte thought again of
George and was again glad he wasn't here.
This woman was dynamite!
"You're very beautiful," Felicia said abruptly, her
voice heavy, laced with sex. "Craig will be very happy
to help you."
Charlotte felt a twinge of discomfort. She forced a
smile anyway, suspicious about what she might have to
do for the help.
"I'm married," she told the blonde woman plainly,
setting her empty glass down on the table in front of
her. "George, that's my husband, will be very grateful
for all the help you're giving me." She kept her warm
smile on her face. "You married?"
"Not yet." The button finally came open. "Maybe someday
I'll meet someone who can make me happy."
Charlotte leaned back comfortably into the soft
cushions of the couch and relaxed. She hadn't felt this
good in years. She sighed aloud and then was startled
that she had. She began giggling, surprised at herself
for acting so silly.
"I'll bet it'll take more than one man to make you
happy." Charlotte's hand instantly flew to her open
mouth, her eyes widening in shock. She swallowed
uneasily, trying to comprehend her actions. Her
thoughts being blurted out like that, without a
moment's hesitation, she thought it absurd. She began
giggling again. The sound of her own voice was strange,
eerie.
Felicia laughed with her, a sizzling throaty laugh that
oozed of lust.
"Maybe a couple of women, too."
Charlotte's head was whirling. "I-I... didn't--Women?
You like women... sexually?" She gulped harder, a
tremor sweeping through her groin. She felt funny,
fuzzy around the edges and all warm and gooey inside.
"I like anything that will give me pleasure," Felicia
purred, "whether it's a man, a woman..." She paused,
looking Charlotte right in the eye. "...or animals."
"Animals?" Charlotte gasped incredulously, the room
whirling even faster, her body tingling from her head
to her toes. She tried getting up, but couldn't co-
ordinate her muscles properly. Her limbs didn't seem to
respond to her wishes.
"Ohhh, yesss," Felicia hissed in her catlike tone, her
eyes glittering dangerously. "Animals and women can be
very exciting." She stepped closer to Charlotte. "Have
you ever made love to a woman--or a dog?"
"No." Charlotte's answer came out of her mouth like a
whisper, her voice raspy, her throat dry, parched.
"It's so..." Her sentence hung lifeless in the air as
her mouth dropped suddenly. Felicia was stripping off
her dress.
"I see you're shocked," Felicia purred, an expression
of delight and excitement in her eyes. She eased the
dress off her shoulders. It whispered to the floor, a
puddle at her feet. "Wouldn't you like to kiss me,
touch me, feel my body, my tits, my pussy?"
Charlotte's eyes shone like glass with the effects of
the strong drink. In Charlotte's mind, she wanted to
leave, but another part of her seemed drawn to this
beautiful creature. Charlotte shook her head,
ineffectually clearing it of the buzz that was
careening around in her brain.
"I can tell you want me," Felicia said, her soothing
tone hypnotic and soft. "We can enjoy ourselves
together until my brother returns."
"Nnnooo," Charlotte mouthed half-heartedly, finding the
very thing Felicia suggested revolting and yet
desirable at this moment. She had to get out of here!
She attempted to stand up, but her limpid body fell
back to the couch, her head reeling, all of her senses
heightened.
Charlotte couldn't help but notice the intoxicating
perfume that this golden goddess wore. It seemed
stronger now. Her stomach was fraught with butterflies
and she knew her panties were soaked. She couldn't
comprehend this. Never, never in her life had she felt
this way. Fragmented thoughts plagued her dizzy mind. A
woman, the mention of animals... Those repulsive,
sickening thoughts whirled through her head like a
storm. Yet she desired what the woman suggested.
She couldn't understand the dramatic change in herself.
All of a sudden, it hit her like a bolt of lightning.
The drink! Her eyes widened with the realization. She
had been drugged!
Felicia saw it on her face. "Yes, my gorgeous little
pet. I put something in your drink. Nothing dangerous.
It is truly a wonder drug. Wipes away all will, leaves
a person highly susceptible, clears away all
inhibitions." She winked. "You're already thinking
about how nice it would be to touch and kiss me,"
Felicia said knowingly.
Charlotte found herself nodding in agreement, unable to
stop herself.
She anticipated the taste of the luscious woman's red
glistening mouth. A hungry expression flooded
Charlotte's face as she stared hotly at the tall,
beautiful blonde.
Chartotte's eyes wandered to the goddess's tits--large,
melon-shaped, encased in black lace, an ample amount
spilling out. Charlotte's dreamy-eyed gaze swept down
her golden body to the wispy band of lace that hugged
Felicia's hips and concealed the delights of her pussy.
Charlotte's eyes continued down Felicia's long never-
ending legs, stopping at the smooth curve of her
calves. She kept her eyes there, fighting the perverted
urges that were growing inside her.
"Look at me, Lotty," Felicia mewed, her voice dripping
with desire.
"Look at me and want, want what I have to offer."
Charlotte lifted her eyes slowly, drooling as she
stared wide-eyed at Felicia's cunt wrapped in a package
of black lace. She wanted Felicia's pussy, wanted it so
badly she could actually smell the aromatic scent
exuding from between Felicia's sensuously long legs.
Felicia stepped closer. She was within Charlotte's
reach. Her perfume and body musk attacked Charlotte's
senses and added to the power of the drug. "Take off my
panties, Lotty. Look at my cunt."
Charlotte obeyed willingly. At this moment, the most
important thing in her life was to feast her gaze on
Felicia's blonde-haired pussy. Charlotte's hands
touched the exotic woman's hips, static electricity
seeming to sizzle from the tips of her fingers.
Latching onto the elastic of Felicia's panties, she
slipped the black lace down, baring her full hips and
then a neatly trimmed triangle of silky blonde pussy
hair. She swallowed, her head in the clouds as she let
Felicia's panties drop to the floor. Felicia stepped
back and out of her panties.
"Your pussy is beautiful," Charlotte admitted openly.
She couldn't believe herself blurting out things she
never would have even thought about in the past. "It
makes my mouth water. I'm so hot!"
Charlotte gave up fighting her urges. Whether they were
born of her own self, or induced by the drug, it didn't
matter. They were there and she craved to satisfy them.
Charlotte looked up at Felicia. "I'm hot."
"Then do something about it," Felicia said. "For now, I
belong to you."
Her flashing eyes said exactly the opposite.
Charlotte staggered to her feet. Her legs wobbled for a
second and she moved unsteadily, but it passed. Her
green eyes burned into the twin mounds of golden tittie
flesh trapped in Felicia's bra. She had to free them.
Satisfying her impulse, her hands went to the goddess's
shoulders, slipping the straps off. Trembling on her
feet, Charlotte spotted the hook in the front and
snapped it open. She heaved a sigh of relief. She was
gorgeous!
"Ummmm," Felicia moaned, reveling in her freed tits.
She was always hot, always turned on. She caressed
Charlotte's flushed face that was almost level with her
tits. "You're such a beautiful doll, so delicate, so
fragile."
Felicia's deep sultry voice caromed in Charlotte's
brain as her hands spanned the golden tits, her fingers
sinking into the bloated softness. Charlotte was
captivated by her creamy golden skin.
"Mmmmmm, your tits are so big, so beautiful." Charlotte
squeezed the tits and heard whimpering sighs of
pleasure escaping Felicia's lips. It was music to
Charlotte's ears.
Felicia took her hands off Charlotte's petite body, the
bra floating to the floor. She stepped out of
Charlotte's grasp. "It's not fair for only one of us to
be naked."
Charlotte quickly and clumsily pulled her sweater off,
tugging it over her head and tossing it carelessly to
the floor. Her breathing was shallow, rapid, noisy. Her
hands peeled the tight jeans off her slim hips and down
her slender legs. She exhibited herself before the
elegant blonde, modeling unashamedly, treating Felicia
to a luscious look at her own small compact body- -a
smaller version of Felicia's perfection.
Charlotte's lush curves, sweeping hips, jutting tits
were sweet and innocent, with a sexual subtlety.
Felicia's strong physical beauty was blatantly sexual,
an advertisement for lust.
Eager to be naked, Charlotte snapped off her bra and
kicked off her panties. Charlotte gasped, as naked as
the tall jewel who waited patiently for her.
"You're even more beautiful naked," Felicia purred.
"Kiss me." Her arms opened for the petite woman, her
tits billowing as she breathed, her swollen nipples
pointing.
Charlotte went into Felicia's waiting arms, melting
against the larger woman, her head tilted back, her
mouth open and anxious for the fiery red lips to kiss
her.
Felicia encompassed the smaller woman with her embrace
and plunged her tongue into Charlotte's waiting mouth.
Felicia's hands pawed hungrily, kneading, exploring the
smaller woman's flesh, feeding on the softness, the
newness of another female. Her legs slipped easily
between Charlotte's thighs, feeling the heat of her
red-haired cunt mound. Felicia's thigh grazed the juicy
pussy and was immediately drenched with cunt-cream.
Charlotte's dainty frame turned into a blazing fire of
lust. She fused her body into Felicia's sucking her
tongue-meat, scraping her cunt against Felicia's smooth
thigh, and rubbing her tits urgently into Felicia's
sizzling hot flesh.
Slowly, they both sank to the floor, their fiery bodies
burning up on the inside, their passion fire melting
them on the deep-piled carpet. Their passion-filled
moans floated through the room as their hands and legs
became entwined. Their mouths pressed urgently
together, their lips working feverishly. Their bodies
twisted on the soft carpet, wriggling in spasms, hands
and fingers delving--one with the exuberance and
curiosity of inexperience, the other with the deftness
of an expert.
Charlotte gasped when her mouth came away from
Felicia's hungry lips. "Oh, my God," Charlotte moaned,
"I've, I've never... ooooohh. I'm so hot!" She pawed
Felicia's golden body, delighting in her catlike
murmuring purrs. "I want you so much, sooo muchhhhh..."
Charlotte lost herself in the larger woman's bloated
tits.
Charlotte slipped her body free of Felicia's embrace,
kissing, licking and tasting the succulent flesh of the
golden goddess for the first time. She was delicious!
She worked her mouth down Felicia's swanlike neck, over
her graceful shoulders to the firm and pulpy meat of
her tits. Charlotte hummed, her hot busy mouth
fervently sucking the silky-smooth flesh of one of the
goddess's tits, her hand massaging and gently squeezing
the other.
Felicia hissed like a snake, content to let the
inexperienced Charlotte indulge in the sheer pleasure
of making it with another woman. "Your mouth is so
hot," Felicia told her, squirming on the rug. "You're
making me all juicy between my legs. " Her long fingers
weaved through Charlotte's red hair and pressed her
head down firmly. "Bite! Bite!"
The small and delicate Charlotte nipped the massive
tits, sinking her sharp teeth into the bullet-like
tips. Charlotte sucked a swollen nipple with ferocity,
grinding her mouth and teeth into it. Charlotte was
purring deep in her throat, gurgling on her own saliva
as she washed Felicia's tits in her drool.
With her slender hands, Felicia pushed the delicate
creature down gently, urging the hot sexy Charlotte to
explore her entire body. "My pussy, Lotty. Lick my
pussy."
She spread her long legs and, while Charlotte feasted
eagerly on her massive tit, Felicia stroked her own
finger through her blonde pussy, coating it with warm
cunt- cream. She brought it to Charlotte's lips. Her
juice-coated finger went into Charlotte's mouth.
The pungent flavor inflamed Charlotte's mind and she
delighted in the special taste of Felicia's cunt.
Sucking the juice-laden fingers made Charlotte forget
the soft tittie flesh and she gobbled the fingers into
her mouth, sucking them clean.
"Delicious," she rasped.
"There's plenty more where that came from," Felicia
moaned heatedly. "I have an unlimited supply right
between my legs. Go down there and see for yourself."
She pushed Charlotte down with more determination this
time.
Charlotte was still dazed and wavered in the strange
sensations of her drugged stupor. She allowed Felicia
to guide her down to the delights of her cunt mound as
she licked a fiery path over her belly, sloshing warm
spit into her bellybutton. The musky scent grew
stronger as she slowly descended to the object of her
desire--the goddess's pussy.
"Eat me," Felicia moaned between jagged breaths. Her
ass humped, tempting Charlotte. "Eat me!"
Charlotte busily slobbered over Felicia's thighs, en
route to her sensitive pussy. Charlotte stopped, her
mind swirling in a vat of bubbling passion. Her eyes
became fixed on the reddened cunt and the white cream
oozing from deep within Felicia's body. She licked her
lips in readiness for the tender delicacy of Felicia's
choice pussy-meat.
"Don't torment me," Felicia whimpered excitedly. "Do
it! Do it quick before I lose my mind." This was no
longer a game. Her lust had encompassed her in its web.
She was trapped, unable to be freed until she was
satisfied. "Lick it. Tongue my pussssyyy!" She opened
her red swollen pussy tips for Charlotte. "EAT!" It was
a hoarse gurgling demand. "EAT!"
Charlotte raised her head from between Felicia's long,
sexy legs. Charlotte hissed, seeing the animal lust on
the goddess's face. A sly grin spread across
Charlotte's mouth as she spoke.
"When I'm ready."
"Ewwwwwwwww, you little bitch," Felicia crooned, liking
Charlotte's response. The tiny creature was a natural!
Felicia tingled with the fantastic joy of knowing she
would have her for an entire week. "Eat me!" One
blissful week!
Charlotte, her inhibitions gone and her passion in
control, jabbed a finger into the hot gulping pussy and
gouged into the spongy wet walls. "You like that?"
Charlotte rasped.
"Yesss," Felicia answered, her high-shrilled voice
breaking. She rode Charlotte's finger in her cunt, her
cunt muscles squeezing as much pleasure from it as she
could. "Now your tongue. Use your tongue!"
Charlotte pulled her finger out from Felicia's pussy
and wiped it clean with her tongue. With her head
whirling round and round, she swooped down to the
blonde woman's cunt, ready to feast on the velvety lips
and oozing slit of Felicia's pussy. She clamped her
mouth tight against the hot cunt, holding steadfast as
Felicia contorted with wild spasms.
"Ahhhh, Lotty! Suck! Suck!" Felicia went berserk on
Charlotte's clamped mouth, grinding and twisting in
frantic gyrations, her huge tits jerking with her
erotic contortions. Her hands sought out her own flesh
and began clawing. "Tongue me!"
Charlotte was overwhelmed. Her small hands grasped
Felicia's hips for a moment, then slid under her
humping ass, her mouth still clamped onto Felicia's
delicious pussy. She dug her fingers into the woman's
ass cheeks and plunged her tongue deep into her pussy.
Felicia cried out in bliss. "Ohhh, YESSS!" She went
crazy, thrashing on the floor, her mouth open, moaning
incoherently, her fists pounding the carpet.
Charlotte sucked with a vengeance, lashing her tongue
across Felicia's oozing pussy and tasting the buttery
sauce. She lapped up the flavorful pussy ooze, the
seeping cream adhering to her face and mouth. Charlotte
knew what to do. She sucked the swollen lips of
Felicia's delicious cunt into her mouth, reveling in
the scrumptious meal. She sucked on the woman's cunt
the way she liked George to do it to her. Her mouth
released Felicia's pussy lips and drew in the hard,
bloated clit. Charlotte was at once rewarded with a
piercing howl that made her shiver.
Felicia went into a violent rage. "Ohhh, Lotty! Bite my
ditty! Chew it! Hurt meeee!"
Charlotte obliged with overwhelming fervor. She chewed
on the frantic woman's clit as if she were chewing a
piece of tough rubbery meat. She nipped it with gusto,
turning her captor into a mass of whimpering squirming
flesh.
"Lotty! Lotty! I'm sooo, sooo close!" Her hips hammered
the carpeted floor, her pussy continually creaming, her
tits bouncing, her arms and fists pounding the rug.
"Ohhhh, I'm I'm... ooooh!"
Charlotte reveled in getting another woman off with her
mouth. It spurred her on. She sucked and chewed on the
tender meat of succulent pussy with renewed vigor,
plunging her tongue deep inside the pulsing cunt, then
slashing it across the hard button clit again for the
final assault.
"I'm cummmmminggggg!" Felicia moaned, her siren wail
piercing Charlotte's ears. An explosion rumbling deep
inside her pussy spread like wildfire to encompass the
rest of her twisting body. Felicia soared. A tidal wave
of orgasms swept through her lush body like giant waves
curling and gaining momentum to slash their fierce
power against the shore.
Charlotte needed no announcement of Felicia's climax.
The gyrating, jerking body of the larger woman and the
river of hot cunt- cream told her before the shrill
cry. Charlotte rode the fury of Felicia's orgasm, her
teeth clamped tight to the throbbing blood-gorged clit,
where all the pleasure originated. Once Felicia's clit
was tightly trapped in Charlotte's teeth, she used her
tongue and beat it back and forth, until Felicia went
mad.
Felicia, trapped in the pangs of orgasm, ground her
pussy into Charlotte's mouth and mashed her clit
between the eager novice's teeth. Felicia's head
snapped from one side to the other, her face a burnt-
red, her blue crystal eyes dilated, focusing on the
spinning ceiling.
"I'm creammmmminggggg!" Felicia clawed the rug with her
talon-like nails, her legs flailing, her heels thudding
into the floor.
Scalding white cum gushed from Felicia's oozing pussy,
drowning Charlotte in a pool of it. Charlotte drank it
and found it to be the most delicious juice she had
ever tasted, a sumptuous feast. She renewed her attack
by gnashing her teeth into the woman's clit, hurling
Felicia once again to the summit for another wild ride
into ecstasy.
Felicia's back arched, her head thrown back, blonde
strands of hair fanned out across the carpet. A violent
orgasm wreaked its destruction on her jangled nervous
system. She screamed hoarsely and tremulously, hot
shivery spasms racking her body, tearing through her
cunt and stomach.
The last wave of her orgasm washed over her and she
collapsed back on the carpet, squirming and twisting
from its aftermath. She tumbled with the crashing
waves, lightheaded and swirling in the white water
until her orgasm left her beached on the shore. Her
magnificent body quivered silently, then she sighed, a
soft purr.
Charlotte came up from between the woman's sticky
thighs, her face drenched with the filmy cum-cream. "I
loved it," Charlotte moaned, still not believing it. "I
really loved it."
Felicia rolled away. "You're going to love this even
more." Felicia scrambled down to the petite woman and
licked her face and chin clean of her own cum juice.
The blonde goddess reciprocated, turning Charlotte into
a bundle of bubbling energy. She sucked Charlotte until
she climaxed.
When Charlotte came back to reality, she clutched
Felicia's body. "I don't believe the things I'm doing,"
Charlotte confessed dreamily. "Is it the drug?"
"Partially," Felicia's husky voice purred.
"I hope it lasts forever," Charlotte said, floating in
a state of euphoria and liking the freedom of having no
regrets, no conscience.
"Soon you won't need the drug. You'll be like you
should be -- open with no repressive thoughts about
sex, especially with animals."
"George wants me to make it with a dog," Charlotte
giggled while she held Felicia, luxuriating in her
softness. "Maybe you should give my husband some of
this stuff you gave me. He'd be able to give me the
drug and he'd have his wish." She giggled again as she
thought about it.
"Maybe you won't need it," Felicia said, crawling out
of Charlotte's arms. "When you leave here, you might
have a whole new perspective about sex." Felicia
reached into a drawer under the coffee table. "Look at
these." She handed the naked Charlotte a packet of
photos.
Charlotte's eyes bugged out at the sight of the
pictures. They were of Felicia and a giant Doberman
pinscher. The close-up shots of the dog's giant cock
looked menacing, disgusting, yet Charlotte's mouth
dried up, then watered in speculation.
"He's my pet. His name is Khan," Felicia explained in
her husky tone. "My brother gave him to me a few years
ago. His cock, as you can see, is abnormally large."
Still under the spell of the drug, yet slowly coming
out of it, Charlotte leered at the pictures. She was
fraught with mixed emotions. Disgust and desire
struggled inside her.
"God, I'd like to have him fuck me." Charlotte tried
gulping back the vile words, but her thought had
already been spoken.
"You'll have plenty of time to enjoy Khan," Felicia
promised. She stroked Charlotte's soft silky thigh
flesh. "You'll learn to enjoy all the excitement of a
dog, his long tongue, his long cock; everything. You'll
fuck him, suck him and he'll lick your cunt." Her
intoxicating voice was soft, having that same melodious
quality that had been present earlier.
"I can't wait," Charlotte said slowly, suddenly feeling
sleepy. "I-I..." She was drifting. She looked to
Felicia for help. The beautiful image of the goddess
turned fuzzy. Her head spun. The room spun. She didn't
know what to do.
Felicia cradled her, bringing her tightly into her
arms. She felt Charlotte shudder, then drop into a
light sleep. She eased the dead weight out of her arms
and gazed with hunger one last time at the petite
morsel of delight sleeping soundly on the floor. After
a few moments, Craig came into the room.
"Take her up to her room, Craig." She stood up,
stretching her long catlike body. Every muscle, every
inch of her glowing flesh was alive.
Craig smiled. "I got it all on film." His long body
leaned over as he scooped up the sleeping Charlotte
into his powerful arms.
"We're going to have a ball with our guest before she
goes. A real ball." Felicia still had her eye on
Charlotte.
Craig laughed. "My cock is aching already." His one
hand was strategically placed under Charlotte's ass, a
finger in the wet oozing gash of her dripping pussy. "I
can't wait." He turned and carried her away.
Felicia plopped back down in a chair and heaved a sigh,
her hand going to her pussy. She settled back, her eyes
closing. The hot torrid session with Charlotte had worn
her out.
Chapter 2
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Charlotte opened her eyes. She felt numb, fuzzy, still
filled with the cobwebs of sleep. Drugs! She bolted up
in bed. The sudden jerk practically sent her brain
spinning. She moaned, half-asleep.
She sat on the edge of the bed holding her head. An
image of what she had done flashed vividly before her
eyes like a silent motion picture.
"Oh, my God!" she said to herself.
Warily, she glanced around. She was in a beautiful
room. She stood, then realized for the first time that
she was naked. A whimpering gasp escaped her mouth. Her
eyes darted around the room for her clothes. Panic
gripped her--she didn't see them! She ran to the
closet, threw it open. Empty. The drawers to the
dresser--the same. Empty. She went to the door and
tried the knob. It didn't turn. Fear twisted its grip
on her heart. Her throat tightened, it was impossible
to swallow. She was a prisoner!
"Jesus... ooooh... GOD!" She shook, every nerve in her
body caught up in her fear.
She spun on her bare feet, seeing another door. Relief
swept over her, and she dashed over to it. Halfway
there, she was stopped short by a clicking noise. She
froze, her feet cemented to the floor.
"I see you're awake," Felicia's sultry voice floated
out of nowhere. "I hope you don't have too bad of a
hangover."
Charlotte swiveled, looking around, searching for where
the voice was coming from. "Where, where are you?"
"In another room," Felicia purred. "Do you remember
this afternoon? How delicious our first meeting was.
Charlotte gasped, the awful memory of what they had
done flashed through her mind. Each detail of their
encounter was crisp and clear and revolting. The hot
torrid voice spoke to her through the loudspeakers with
a jarring recount of her perverted lust.
"It wasn't me," Charlotte screamed to the walls. "It
wasn't me! I was drugged, drugged! I couldn't help
myself!" She began to cry, sinking to the bed. She
sobbed into her hands.
"The drug only allows you to be yourself," Felicia told
her through the speakers. "You were absolutely
delicious, too. I hope you're ready to explore some
other facets of your sexual personality."
She was appalled. Fear flooded Charlotte's face. "What,
what do you mean?" She was trembling, frightened out of
her scull.
"You remember," Felicia taunted. "Your interest in dogs
and how exciting it would be to make love to one."
A wailing sob racked Charlotte's lung. Desperation made
her run to the other door, her small firm tits
quivering as she frantically yanked on the knob. The
door was locked, just like the first one. She rushed to
the other door and tried it again.
"Let me get out of here! Let me go!"
"There's so much left for you to enjoy," Felicia
continued. 'You're my guest and it's my duty to see
that you're made happy."
"My husband, my husband will miss me... the police...
if I don't show up at my sisters you'll go to jail--"
She was ranting, looking for the one thing to say that
would force them to let her go. "I'll never say a word
if you let me leave now."
The laugh was genuine, with a hint of the macabre laced
through it. "Everything's been taken care of," Felicia
said. "Don't fret. Enjoy your new home for a while and
the pleasures I'll introduce to you."
Charlotte's fists drummed on the door. She was
screaming and crying.
"You'll tire yourself out," Felicia said soothingly. "I
would think you would want to save your strength for
Khan."
Charlotte stopped her pounding. Sniffing back her sobs,
a new fear surged inside her. "Khan? I, don't--" The
name was vaguely familiar.
"You remember, Lotty. Khan is my special dog that my
brother gave me a few years ago. I mentioned him to
you."
"I, don't know about any dog," Charlotte spat, hoping
it were true.
"You seemed so interested in making love to him, too."
Felicia made clicking sounds of disapproval with her
tongue. "It's a good thing Khan isn't listening,"
Felicia laughed. "His feelings might get hurt."
"Ohhh, God," Charlotte moaned. "Dogs." She leaned
against the door, lightheaded, woozy. "I won't do it
with dogs! It's..."
"Wonderful," Felicia broke in. "Dogs are wonderful
lovers and can be such good company when you're alone.
You told me yourself your husband would like you to try
it."
"No!" Charlotte wailed, remembering that conversation
only too clearly now. "Pleeeease let me go!"
Suddenly, there was another clicking sound. Her eyes
darted to the door across the room.
"Yes," Felicia said, "I promised you a treat and here
he is."
As she spoke a square flap in the door opened and a
large black head peeked in. Khan pointed his muzzle,
sniffing the new scent.
Charlotte let out a scream as the giant black Doberman
pinscher came into the room, the flap in the door
dropping back into position with another click. The
white shiny fangs glistened perilously as the dog
growled. His coal-black eyes burned into Charlotte's
shrinking body. She cowered, trying to blend in with
the woodwork.
"Take him away! Take him away!" Charlotte cried
hysterically.
Her eyes filled with overwhelming fear and she gulped,
frozen to the spot where she sat. She swallowed her
voice as the dog took a step toward her. Whimpering
sighs of helplessness emanated from her quivering mouth
as her body trembled uncontrollably. Her heart beat in
her throat, the thumping sound echoing in her ears.
She shut her eyes, expecting to wake up from this
horrible dream, only to be disappointed when she
reopened her eyes. The monstrous dog was still there,
only closer.
Charlotte's eyes flitted about desperately, seeking
safety. There was none, not even a window to leap
through. Her face brightened, noticing the flap in the
door where the dog had come through. Holding her
breath, she inched around the room, closer and closer
to the door. She gasped. Freedom was only inches away
and the dog was only watching, not attacking.
She slithered down, her fingers crawling along the wall
to touch the metal flap. She pushed. It didn't budge.
She pushed again, becoming frantic.
"Sorry," Felicia's hot, sexy voice purred. "It locks
automatically. It looks as if you'll just have to let
Khan entertain you for a while." A deep throaty laugh
followed. Then a snapping noise reverberated in the
room. It was a signal to Khan.
The Doberman growled, his lips drawing back, showing
his full set of sharp, dangerous teeth, the sparkling
white fangs dripping saliva. When he saw Charlotte
freeze, he came toward her, his paws padding silently
on the thick carpet.
"Noooooooo, noooo, noooo!" Charlotte whimpered like a
lost child, sinking to the floor, her legs unable to
function correctly. "Noooooo!"
She curled up into a ball, sobbing into her hands, her
eyes closed, every nerve in her body twitching as she
waiting to be ripped apart by the demonic-looking
beast.
Khan sniffed her thighs, his cold nose brushing lightly
against the trembling skin.
"Aaaayiieeee!" Charlotte squealed, going into
hysterics. Her body cringed more tightly into a ball.
"Don't bite me. Don't bite me."
The dog, used to the screams of frightened women, never
flinched. He continued to sniff out the new smell of
the small- framed woman. The terror exuding from
Charlotte's pores was almost as stimulating as the
heavy musky scent of dried pussy juice. His cold, wet
nose flared and his tongue swiped over Charlotte's
thigh flesh. He lathered her curled-up legs with his
warm doggie drool.
Once he was satisfied with the shuddering woman's
thighs and calves, the huge black beast began licking
her arms as she held them pinned to her chest. His
tongue slapped out across her hands, glued to her
frightened face. He growled, a low unearthly sound that
brought hard sobs from the cringing Charlotte.
"Take him away... ooooohhhhhhhh... pleeeeease!" She was
scared senseless, afraid to look up, afraid that at any
second the dog would bite a chunk out of her. "Go away!
Goooo... aaawayyy!"
"You shouldn't be so snobbish," Felicia's familiar
voice floated out through the loudspeaker system. "Khan
only wants to be your friend. He loves women,
especially pretty women like you, with nice soft silky
bodies."
Felicia was watching the closed-circuit television, her
pussy soaked with her seething cunt-cream. She leered
at Charlotte's naked body shivering on the floor and
rubbed her own juice-laden pussy, moaning to herself as
her swirling fingers caressed her blonde cunt mound.
She was always ready, ready for either man, woman, or
beast. Her boiling juices flowed over her active
fingers, her blazing stare fixed on the television. Her
sultry voice flowed through the room that held
Charlotte prisoner as she spoke into the microphone.
Charlotte wanted to lash out at the soft perverted
voice that was filling her head with loathsome
thoughts. The dog was licking her hands and face and
becoming increasingly active with his lapping tongue.
She blamed it on the seductive voice, associating the
two.
The dog whimpered, his bluish-red tongue going into
Charlotte's ear. His tongue was long and wet, with warm
spit dribbling from around the edges. Khan nibbled on
her tiny earlobe, then slashed his whip-like tongue
across her neck, and nuzzled his pointed snout between
her bent elbows. He sought the tender flesh of this new
woman's tits, the flesh he had grown to like on
Felicia, his mistress.
"Allow him to lick your tits," Felicia moaned to
Charlotte, her voice tight and heavy with passion.
"You'll love it. He's so gentle."
All the hideous memories of what she had done with
Felicia bombarded Charlotte's mind. Khan persisted in
his quest to get at her tits and it made her sick. This
seemed like a dream -- a nightmare -- a hazy
nightmarish dream of terror.
Khan growled, his stubby tail wagging furiously. He
barked and shook his long head, his cold nose snuggling
between Charlotte's forearms and finally touching the
flesh of her bare tits. He continued, barking and
nuzzling. His strength forced her arms apart for a
moment or two before he pulled back and barked his
disapproval.
"You better give him his way," Felicia warned. "Khan
gets very angry when he's deprived of what he wants."
She paused, her own fingers imbedded inside her pussy
making her quiver. "He'll bite you, bite your arm if
you don't give him your tits."
It was a threat Charlotte believed and her throat
constricted. Her choices were limited-- refuse the
beast the flesh of her tits and be bitten, or give into
him and suffer the depraved act of having a dog lick
her.
Slowly, fearfully, she lowered her arms. At least she
wouldn't be maimed, at least she hoped not. Her eyes
shifted to the camera peering down at her, hating the
thought of giving the bitch pleasure -- pleasure she
knew Felicia was having by treating her in this
inhumane manner. She felt sick just thinking about the
things they had done together.
How she had enjoyed the perverted things she had done
to the blonde.
Now it sickened her.
"Aaieee!" Charlotte whimpered as the dog's hard tongue
slapping violently on her tits brought her quickly back
to the present. What was happening now was worse, even
more sickening!
Her eyes widened. She stared at the black, hairy dog
intently licking the flesh of her soft tits. Her eyes
followed his tongue as it whipped across her tittie
mounds. Each contact of his wet tongue brought a
shuddering groan from Charlotte's throat and a churning
of her stomach. Her hand went to her mouth, and she was
afraid she was going to be sick.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Felicia's voice tormented.
"It makes me jealous to see you enjoy all of Khan's
favor."
Charlotte looked up at the camera. She was ready to
kill the woman whose voice was tormenting her, whose
drug had turned her into a vile animal like the blonde
bitch.
Her hands clenched into fists. She moved towards the
camera and its impersonal eye focused on her naked
body.
When she moved, Khan growled, nipping her arm.
Charlotte froze. Being licked was better than being
chewed alive.
The ferocious-looking dog was happy again as he
slobbered his spit between Charlotte's two tittie
mounds. They were smaller than his mistress's and he
enjoyed the difference. His nostrils reveled in the
aroma of a new pussy as he licked the naked woman's
tits, his tongue whipping over both fleshy mounds and
across her nipples. They were pointed and rigid with
fright. He whined, growling low, nuzzling his pointed
snout in between her firm tits and tasting the
succulent meat.
Charlotte was slumped against the wall in shock, her
eyes seeing but not believing what was happening to
her. Her heart was trying to leap to her throat. Her
sour stomach was tight and tumbled in somersaults. Her
mind was trying to comprehend all that was happening to
her.
"Like having your tits licked by a dog?" Felicia asked.
Her body tingled as she watched the cowering Charlotte
with a hungry passion. "His tongue is marvelous." Her
eyes closed for a second and thrilled to the sexual
joys that she and her pet shared. She heaved a shivery
sigh and continued to watch the monitor.
Charlotte was horror-stricken. She cringed, utter
horror sweeping over her face as she saw the ugly
beast, tired of sloshing her tits with his vile spit,
sniff down lower, catching the scent of her cunt.
Afraid of touching him, yet not about to let him do
those horrible things to her cunt, she pushed a finger
against his snout. "Go away, go away."
The giant Doberman took her timid nudge as a sign of
affection. and licked her hand, whimpering playfully.
Charlotte screwed up her face in disgust and pulled her
hand away. Her body twisted around, trying to protect
her pussy from the shiny black beast with the dangerous
coal-black eyes and the slobbering tongue.
Khan caught the scent of Charlotte's pussy as it
drifted up to him. He inhaled, his cold black nose
quivering. He nudged her with his huge head, trying to
get at her pussy, his body slinking down. He renewed
the search for her cunt from another angle but the
woman's legs still hampered him.
Charlotte was afraid the dog would eventually squeeze
through her legs to get at her cunt. She turned,
uncurling her legs from her fetal position and covering
her pussy with both hands to protect herself. All of a
sudden, she realized in this position her tits were
completely vulnerable to the peering eye of the camera
and the gaping blonde bitch. Knowing this, Charlotte
turned her head, slowly and furtively inching around to
face the wall, trying to hide her body from the prying
eye of the camera and her cunt from the persistent dog.
Khan, anxious for the taste of sweet pussy-meat, nipped
Charlotte's thigh, his eyes glowing menacingly. He
yearned for that special taste which his mistress had
introduced him to and he had cultivated a taste for.
He nipped Charlotte again with his front teeth, turning
her into a mass of trembling, squeamish nerves.
"Ohhhh, ooaaahh," she cried, believing this time she
would be maimed by the brutish dog's dangerously sharp
fangs. She began to cry again, going into loud racking
howls that annoyed Felicia.
"Don't be a stupid little shit, Charlotte," Felicia
snapped into the microphone. "Let the dog have your
pussy."
"Noooo," Charlotte wailed. "It's vile, it's--" She was
too scared, too intimidated to speak. The black beast
was biting her legs on his way up to her pussy.
"It's fabulous," Felicia said softly. "Give him a
chance." Her voice was suddenly laced with anger. "I'm
getting impatient, Charlotte."
Charlotte trembled as the dog nipped her tits, catching
her off guard. She turned sharply, falling back, more
vulnerable now as her arms went to brace her fall. She
tumbled to her stomach, still having the presence of
mind to protect herself.
Khan pawed her smooth back as she lay frightened and
trembling on her stomach, her legs fused together, her
arms underneath her body. He growled again, snipping
his teeth on her ass and making Charlotte cry louder.
He sniffed the crack of her ass, his tongue darting out
and swiping inside the wrinkled, deep crack.
"Nnnnnn," she whined through clenched teeth. The dog
was feasting on her twin ass cheeks and the crack that
separated them.
Khan soaked her ass cheeks as he had soaked her
delicious tits. He bit her ass flesh, nipping it
playfully and barking anxiously for the meat of her
sweet-smelling cunt.
Charlotte's head was spinning. No matter which way she
turned some part of her body was open to the dog's
tongue. She found herself losing control of her senses.
She was hysterical, crying, trying to crawl under the
bed and find some port of safety from the vicious
animal and the blonde bitch who was watching her every
move.
Khan saw the naked woman trying to scramble under the
bed and his mouth opened. Latching his jaw around her
trim ankle, the black beast growled his warning. His
jaw gripped her ankle as if it were a bone and he shook
his head, holding her ankle with his teeth, but not
breaking the skin.
A piercing laugh floated out the loudspeakers. "You
better not try to hide under that bed. He'll rip off
your leg."
With that warning, Charlotte stopped. She would
surrender to her maniacal captor and her vicious dog.
She lay on the floor, defeated, ready to let the dog
have his way and be done with it. She closed her eyes,
not able to move a muscle. She was a petite piece of
white creamy flesh, readying herself for what she
thought was the slaughter.
Khan growled deep and menacing, his huge head
motionless, his jaw still holding her trim ankle, his
black eyes alert and waiting for Charlotte to try to
escape. Getting no resistance, his mouth opened and he
dropped her ankle. There was spittle all over her flesh
and an indentation evident in her smooth skin from the
sharp tips of his teeth.
Leisurely, Khan licked her leg, working up the back of
her calf.
Charlotte buried her face in her arms, shutting
everything from her mind--the dog's slapping wet tongue
and Felicia's dirty and perverted suggestions that came
to her over the loudspeaker system.
Felicia settled back in the comforts of her chair, her
hands delving between the lips of her juicy pussy. She
was drooling. She watched her pet Doberman swipe his
tongue over Charlotte's sweet creamy nude body. Felicia
licked her lips, the taste of Charlotte's pussy still
lingered.
Khan soaked the back of Charlotte's thighs, casually
nipping her ass, his tongue working up a frothy lather
between the cheeks of her creamy, firm ass. He nestled
his nose between the back of her thighs, his head
shaking, forcing the docile Charlotte's legs apart. His
tongue hit the back of her pussy.
Charlotte wailed, terrified. She began to shake like
never before. She quivered in sheer fright. She
crunched her fists up and prayed.
At last attaining his goal, Khan growled with
satisfaction. He buried his snout between the folds of
her hot cunt and snorted, his tongue delving into the
dry pussy-hole. He plunged his tongue-meat inside, his
doggie spit lathering the hole into a wet foamy soup.
He shoved his nose inside the sweet warmth of her
pussy. Charlotte's whimpering cries of anguish were
lost on the horny beast as he tried to shove his tongue
to the very depths of her cunt.
She cried, afraid to move, afraid that if she did the
dog would bite her pussy the way he had her ankle. She
suffered the degradation of the animal's tongue as it
snaked into her cunt and up through the crack of her
ass, praying it would end soon.
Khan enjoyed the scent of her cunt as he worked it
feverishly with his tongue and spit. He dropped to his
haunches between the frightened woman's legs, devoting
his tongue to her pussy. He licked, slurped, and reamed
out her delicious cunt. His spit turned her once dry
cunt into a white slimy mess. He squirmed on the
floor,, his black body, sleek and glistening, beginning
to get aroused, his mammoth prick beginning to peek out
from the thick- skinned sheath that housed it. He
whimpered excitedly, his black snout white with his
foamy spit.
Growling with intense excitement from Charlotte's
succulent pussy-meat, he forced his nose deep into her
pussy. The harsh, rough action jerked her body and
caused friction on her clit. The scent of her savory
cunt was growing stronger the more he licked and nudged
his nose inside. It acted as an incentive for the horny
dog. He became more determined, stretching her pussy
with his pointed muzzle, his teeth nipping her swollen
cuntlips gently.
Charlotte was still crying, inwardly fighting the warm
feelings that were beginning to wash over her. The
dog's tongue was bringing out the animal in her that
had always been lurking below the surface. She battled
her surging lust, holding her own against the dog's
persistent tongue.
Despite herself, she felt herself slipping. She forced
her mind to think of other things as the dog's lapping
tongue drew her like a magnet to the murky depths of
depravity. She concentrated on her husband, George.
Then she erased the thought. He would probably enjoy
this. For the five years they had been married he had
wheedled and hinted that he wanted her to do it with a
dog. His familiar voice raged inside her brain. Now
that it was happening he wasn't even aware of it. It
was ironic.
The dog nipped her cuntflesh, presenting her with the
real danger of being chewed alive. He barked, seemingly
frustrated.
A grim angry mask dropped over Felicia's face.
Charlotte had plenty of will power. Felicia's hand was
between her legs and she pinched her own clit, feeling
a small tantalizing orgasm wash over her.
Still seated in her chair, Felicia knocked on a door,
feeling the wonderful tremors of her lingering orgasm.
"Craig. If you're done with your dinner, come on out.
I'm going down to the room and fix our sweet little
guest." There was an acknowledging grunt from the other
side of the closing door.
Wearing only black crotchless panties and a black lace
bra, Felicia hurried down the hall. She took a key from
atop the door and fitted it into the lock. It clicked
and she opened the door, staring at the scene before
her. It made her blood boil tantalizingly.
"KHAN!"
The dog instantly looked up from the delectable pussy
he was feasting on. His stubby tail wagged.
Felicia snapped her fingers and Khan leaped to her
side. He sat down, glancing up at his mistress for
approval as she stroked the top of his head.
"It looks as if you're going to need something to relax
you," Felicia said to Charlotte, with a wicked smile.
"No need for subtleties now."
She brought a hypodermic needle out of the leather
pouch and stepped towards Charlotte. "A simple prick of
the needle and you'll lose all this silly prejudice
about making love to my handsome dog."
Terror swept over Charlotte. "OHHH... NOOOOOOO!"
"Yes, my sweet," Felicia said, kneeling over the
prostrated Charlotte. "When you come to your senses,
you won't need this." She jabbed the needle into
Charlotte's arm and smiled. Charlotte flinched and bit
her lip.
Chapter 3
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"You bitch!" Charlotte spat at the tall exquisite
blonde petting her sleek, black Doberman. "YOU rotten
bitch!"
Felicia was smiling down at her, her whole body
tingling, waiting for the subtle change to occur in
Charlotte's behavior. "Don't be so nasty," she purred.
"It's for your own good."
Already Charlotte was beginning to feel the effects of
the drug. "Why?" she sobbed, "W-why?"
"Let's just say I have a desire to help people overcome
their inhibitions so they can enjoy themselves to the
fullest capacity. I can already see you agree with my
ideals."
"You are a bitch, you know?" Charlotte was wavering.
She could feel her muscles relaxing. Her heart was
thumping erratically and she could feel herself
succumbing to the influence of the drug.
"Yes, a hot bitch who likes eating your pussy."
A dreamy smile played at Charlotte's dainty mouth. "I
wish it wasn't true, but I loved eating you, too." She
saw the dog in a different frame of mind. The pictures
she had seen of him and his mistress clouded her
thoughts. They seemed so erotic now. "He's so sexy, in
a demonic why."
"Isn't he?" Felicia agreed.
Felicia walked across the room and sat in a chair,
spreading her legs. Khan went immediately between them,
nuzzling his pointed snout in her blonde cunt mound.
His cold nose wriggled happily through the lace of her
crotchless panties to her seething pussy.
Felicia murmured dreamily as Khan's tongue slipped
inside her cunt. "He's so fantastic! I don't know how
you can refuse him." Her ass squirmed in the chair, her
blonde pussy humping at her dog's snout. Her face was
masked in lust, her long fingers pawing her fleshy tits
inside the lacy bra.
Charlotte drooled. Watching Khan digging his snout into
the other woman's cunt made every nerve in her body
tingle. She yearned for the same!
Charlotte licked her lips and crawled over to them. "I
won't refuse him now," she told her captor. Sitting on
her haunches, the naked Charlotte petted the beast's
black fur, her hands caressing him lovingly,
hypnotically, every sense geared toward having this
giant dog. "Let him lick me."
Felicia leered down at the kneeling Charlotte. "Only
after you've salved Khan's feelings. You were very rude
to him and he is very sensitive. You have to make it up
to him." The dog's tongue was heaven between her hot
pussy-lips. She squirmed in the chair and scratched the
dog's head as he licked her.
Charlotte rubbed her tits against Khan's shiny coat and
stroked the dog's flanks. His short-haired coat
prickled her sensitive skin like tiny needles. "Ooooo!
I want him. I want him between my legs."
"Touch his cock first," Felicia demanded in a light,
dreamy voice.
"Touch Khan's prick."
"Yessss," Charlotte agreed. Her trembling hand slid
down under the dog's belly toward his cock sheath. She
was shaking, her mouth salivating as she remembered
seeing his enormous prick in the photographs. Her hand
touched the furry hard-skinned sheath. Her fingers
skimmed around it, feeling its size and imagining what
his cock would look like.
"It won't stick out," Charlotte whimpered, pouting,
longing for the dog's cock more than ever. She needed
the joy it would bring, the joy she saw on Felicia's
beautiful face as Khan licked her foamy cunt.
"Play with it, Lotty. It'll grow. You get it hard and
I'll let you have him for your pussy."
"Mmmmm," Charlotte moaned light-headedly, stroking the
dog's cock sheath with more determination. She wanted
to get him hard. She squeezed the sheath, stroking,
pulling and jerking back and forth with her fingers.
Rubbing her tits into his fur, she trembled, her
inhibitions melting.
She was slipping lower--she had to see his prick!
"Felicia!" she gasped in delight. "It's sticking out!
It's coming out for me!"
With her fingers gently stroking, urging the dog on,
she glared at the emerging red tip of Khan's wonderful
prick. It filled her with passion and she played with
his sticky prick and dangling balls, thrilling to see
his cock growing larger and larger right before her
very eyes.
Felicia was floating on a soft sensuous cloud as Khan's
tongue slurped up the sticky froth that constantly
seeped from her cuntlips. She stared at the naked
Charlotte who was laboriously working the Doberman into
a frenzy.
"Is it hard yet?" she sighed, ramming her cunt into her
dog's digging snout.
"Yesss," Charlotte answered triumphantly. "It's a damn
tree stump! Ohhhhh, God, it's sooo thick and long."
Charlotte was foaming at the mouth at the monstrous
prick. Her dazed green eyes were saucers of desire.
Felicia felt another rippling orgasm surge through her.
Khan's tongue was keeping her high in the clouds,
lifting her up to another heavenly plateau. "You'll
know, in time, how great his cock feels buried to his
hairy balls inside your tight pussy."
Her body stopped humping her pet's snout as the last
volley of tiny orgasms spiraled through her. Her
massive tits heaved and her head swirled with bliss at
this new and exciting plateau of desire. She pushed
Khan away from her cunt.
Khan whimpered, licking Felicia's knees, dejected for
being deprived the juicy delights of her pussy.
"Soon, my handsome pet, soon." She leaned over and
grabbed Charlotte's arm. "You better stop fondling him,
or he'll cream all over your hand and waste it."
Charlotte's breath had quickened. She was shaking with
a craving desire to feel the dog's tongue once again on
her pussy. "Let him lick me."
"Lie back," Felicia suggested in her husky tone that
was always coated with a thick layer of passion. "You
can have your first doggie treat."
Charlotte immediately fell back on the floor, squirming
like a snake on the carpet, her legs wide. She used her
fingers to open the puffy lips of her aching cunt. "Let
him lick me. Make him eat me!" She was distraught, so
overcome with lust she didn't know what to do or say.
Felicia got down on the floor. She ran her long slender
fingers over his open panting mouth, playing with the
cream of her cunt that was on his snout. "You want to
lick this delicious woman?" she asked her pet. "She
tastes great, huh?" She smacked her lips together in
remembrance.
Khan whimpered excitedly, his cock fully extended, his
stubby tail going a mile a minute. His tongue hung out
of the side of his jowls for the chance to eat the red-
haired pussy in front of him.
"Don't make me wait," Charlotte wailed, twisting on the
floor. She was a bundle of passion, needing and craving
the dog's tongue to send her into bliss. "I need it so
bad. I'll do anything you want." Her voice had a
pleading note to it.
"You'll do anything I want anyway," the tall blonde
replied with assurance. She bent down and kissed her
Doberman on the mouth, feeling his hard tongue going
into her throat.
Charlotte gasped at the erotic, perverted sight. Her
misted eyes blinked. She gurgled, the sound of her own
voice eerie.
Felicia's tongue whipped across Khan's tongue, her hand
reaching under him and grabbing his stiff cock. "She
did get you nice and hard," she cooed to him,
continuing to tease the squirming Charlotte. "She was
mean to you, too," she added, and leaned back. "Do what
you want, Khan. She's ready for you now." She released
the dog.
Khan instantly went to Charlotte's vulnerable pussy.
"Ooooo, my Christ!" Charlotte squealed. Having her cunt
finally attended to was overwhelming. "Ohhhhh, Felicia,
thank you." She squirmed and wriggled on the plush
carpet, riding the horny dog's snout as he lapped up
her oozing juices.
"Tell me all about it, my innocent little housefrau."
She was delighted by the sight of Khan's bluish-red
tongue going inside Charlotte's red-haired pussy. "Tell
me all about it as it happens."
"Eeeeww, yes," Charlotte purred wantonly. "His tongue,
I feel it digging--ahhhhh! It's slapping my clit now--
ooaahh, God, it feels so good." She swallowed,
moistening her dry throat that was parched with
excitement. "Oooooohhh! His tongue is inside me again.
It's wilds She humped up, her pussy, steeped with her
oozing buttery sauce, banged into Khan's digging snout.
His long hard tongue delved inside the gooey opening
and lugged out gobs of seething cunt-cream. His nose
nestled in between her sudsy cuntlips and he furiously
whipped his tongue in and out. His gawkish legs lowered
his slender body to the carpet, his erect cock coming
in contact with the rug. He was jittery, high-strung
and aroused to the limit, but he continued to please
the whimpering Charlotte with his tongue.
Felicia purred, delighting in watching her Doberman
feasting on the exotic wonders of Charlotte's tender,
sweet cunt. "Ream her, Khan. Shove your tongue deep!"
She urged the beast with her frantic voice, her hand
groping for his monstrous prick. She finally clutched
it, squeezing the thick hunk of cockmeat, the sticky
juices making her break out in shivery goose bumps.
"Ohhhh, lick her, boy. Lick our horny guest good."
Khan was whimpering. His mistress's fingers around his
cock stem was driving him wild, spurring him on to
greater feats of cunt-lapping. Strenuously, with the
compelling force to cum welling up inside him, he gave
Charlotte the best tonguing he could muster. His
mistress's hand manipulating his raging hard cock made
him work overtime on Charlotte's cunt. He began to
growl, his small front teeth nipping the soft loose
flesh of Charlotte's pussy lips, his tongue alternately
snaking inside and lugging out lumps of gooey cream. He
snarled, his head shaking, cuntmeat In ms Jaws.
Charlotte's eyes were filmed over with lust and she was
plunging into bliss. Her cunt humped in perpetual
motion, acute tingling sensations attacking her. She
was reaching her orgasm, but was unable to grab hold of
it.
Charlotte went berserk. "He's, oooooo... biting my
pusssyyy!" She ground her cunt down, squirming against
the wild frenzied actions of the dog's snout, reveling
in the danger of what was happening to her and the joy
she was receiving. "Ohhhhhh, Felicia, oaahhhhh! KHAN!
KHAN!"
The dog responded to his name by plowing his tongue
into the steamy wet oozing depths of her cunt. His back
end shook, his cock sliding through his mistress's
tight fist. He reamed the red-haired pussy and flashed
his tongue inside, his teeth against her clit. He
pushed, growling, his pointed muzzle drenched in creamy
froth.
"His tongue! His tongue!" Charlotte's eyes widened in
rapture. "Felicia! His tongue is so fuckin' deep!" She
clawed her own belly with her nails. "I can feel him
all the way up in here!"
She struggled and squirmed, twisting against the horny
dog's nose. Her soft tittie mounds jiggled with her
erratic jerking, the nipples aching painfully, ready to
burst the moment her cunt exploded. A gurgling moan
erupted from her throat.
"He's tonguing me!" Charlotte howled. "Sooooo deep!"
Felicia swooned, her hand tightening around the thick
stem of doggie cock. It was as if she could feel his
tongue inside her own cunt. "Let me see you cummmmm,"
she moaned to Charlotte, her voice low, wavering with
passion. "Cum on his face. Drown him with your juice!"
The dog growled, his head nuzzled between Charlotte's
sticky thighs. He tried to free his cock from his
mistress's tight grasp, but Felicia refused to release
his cock.
Felicia rested her head on him, stroking him. "Eat her!
Bite! Bite!" Her fingers toyed with his ass, teasing
his asshole and clawing under him, turning him into a
wild beast.
Charlotte screamed with agonizing pleasure. She was the
recipient of the dog's violent reaction to his
mistress's torment. He began nipping with more fervor
on her tender cuntlips. He jammed forward with more
ferociousness, driving his nose into her squishy pussy.
"He's stretching me! My GOD! He's shoving his whole
fucking head in me!" Charlotte convulsed into spasms.
Khan tongued deep, snaking inside the hidden depths of
her pulsating pussy hole, his snout stretched her open,
wider and wider, attempting to shove his entire head
into Charlotte's turned-on body. He opened his powerful
jaw and shook his head. He jabbed forward, every muscle
of his sleek, jet-black body rippling. The muscles in
his powerful neck were taut and his growling snarls
were muffled by soft cuntmeat.
Felicia's eyes popped. She was caught up in Charlotte's
cyclonic whirling passion, safely watching the
turbulence from the eye of the storm, unaffected by its
violence. She watched the storm wreak havoc upon the
glassy-eyed Charlotte. Her spastic body wrenched and
twisted, her eyelashes fluttering, her sporadic
convulsions quickening as she floundered to-and-fro on
Khan's digging snout.
Through hazy eyes Charlotte saw the exquisite blonde
fingering her own cunt. Then her gaze shifted to the
giant black Doberman between her legs. The overpowering
stimuli were too much to handle. She soared to the
peak, a dizzy realm of passionate bliss kept her he
head reeling into ecstasy. She opened her mouth, her
words were trapped. She struggled in the stormy rage of
her rapidly approaching orgasm.
A gasping cry came out her mouth and her eyes bulged in
rapturous ecstasy. "I'M CUMING!" Her words ripped from
her throat as her climax ripped through her pussy and
spread throughout her body leaving devastation and
destruction in its path. "I'm creaming all over Khan!"
Charlotte shook in spastic convulsions, thrashing on
the rug in the midst of her orgasm. Her tits bounced
with her uncontrolled quirky movements and her hands
clenched and unclenched in rhythm to the contracting
storm in her cunt. She beat her legs against the
carpet, then raised them high in the air, spreading
them wide apart an erotic vee, giving the horny
Doberman ample room to lick and eat her.
The horny black beast didn't retreat from the fury of
Charlotte's orgasm. He didn't flinch from her lunging
pussy on his snout. He battled back, driving his tongue
into her ramming cunt and stretching her gushing cunt
with his muzzle. He shook his head, the milky river of
Charlotte's cum washing over his black snout, through
his open mouth, and out over his jowls. He was also
caught up in Charlotte's raging storm. His black eyes
glowed and he grabbed her extended clit, taking the
blood-gorged button between his sharp teeth.
Charlotte screeched at the top of her lungs. The dog's
nipping teeth sent her spiraling higher and higher
until she began to babble incoherently in a continuous
murmuring sound. She writhed and contorted in the
throes of her orgasm, and Khan was controlling it.
The large black dog tore at Charlotte's tiny clit as if
it were a piece of raw beef. Growling and snarling, he
lashed his head from side to side, her clit raw flesh
meat. Her sticky cum gushed over his jowls, making him
look as if he were a rabid beast foaming at the mouth.
He growled, sounding like muted thunder, and attacked
her pussy again, biting her tender exploding clit and
whipping his tongue across the protruding meat.
Charlotte shrieked, piercing the air with her cry.
"He's chewing me up!"
She pushed down with her cunt, trying to devour his
entire head as she climaxed onset and over again. She
grabbed herself behind her knees, her legs still up in
the air, leaving her pussy open to attack, an attack
she welcomed with undying pleasure. Her head snapped
from side to side, her red hair slashing her flushed
face. Her eyes were glittering green emeralds blazing
with fiery passion. She trembled as the dog continued
to torture her in the pangs of her orgasm.
Charlotte's screams brought Felicia out of her stupor.
She blinked, watching her dog turn petite little
Charlotte into a screaming mass of exploding flesh. She
was the onlooker and she devoured the sight, thrilling
to the intensity of Charlotte's orgasm. It brought on a
rippling orgasm in her own pussy and a quiet murmuring
sigh was heard as it gently washed over her.
Charlotte was going out of her skull. The dog's tongue
and frenzied biting were keeping her from coming down
to earth. Her orgasm had wiped her out, but Khan was
still driving her to the brink of insanity. Her head
turned to Felicia. "Help me! Make him stop! Ohhhh, God,
stop him!"
Felicia smiled like a cat. "Like it?"
Numb, Charlotte nodded. "Yes! YES!" She was struggling,
trying to squirm away, but the dog refused to let her
go. "Please!"
She began to gurgle on her own spit, thrashing as
another orgasm caromed through her pussy. She screamed,
then twisted away, wrenching her body and squirming in
agony, trying to rid her body of the hungry dog.
Felicia snapped her fingers. "KHAN!"
The dog instantly raised his head.
Charlotte gasped with relief.
Khan barked. His own passion was overwhelming. Cum
dripped from his snout and his tongue hung out, coated
with a thin film of pussy cum. He sat up, whining to
his mistress that he needed to be satisfied, his huge
thick cock jutting out as his ass squirmed on the rug.
Free at last, Charlotte scrambled away from him,
panting and blinking back her vision, still trembling
in the aftermath of her horrendous orgasm. "I, thought
I was going to die." Racking gasps filled her lungs
with air. "Christ, I practically blacked out!"
The tall blonde's eyes were blue fire, the pupils
totally dilated--two onyx gems staring at the red
glistening cock between her dog's legs. A hunger grew
in her body, a hunger for doggie meat.
Charlotte noticed this overpowering lust glittering in
Felicia's eyes. Following the tall, exquisite blonde's
vision, her eyes popped when they saw the dog's
gigantic cock.
"Oh, my, God," she whispered, her jaw dropping. "Oh, my
God, it's even bigger!" The photograph had showed that
he was gigantic, but seeing his prick glisten like a
fiery red club made her woozy. "God!"
"It is beautiful, isn't it?" Felicia droned, not once
taking her eyes off Khan's gorgeous prick. "It's
magnificent in action." She tore her eyes away from it
for a second. "You want to see me eat him?"
A boulder clogged Charlotte's throat. She opened her
mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She nodded her
assent.
"I'm glad," the statuesque blonde mewed, her voice
still dripping with heated desire. She crawled over to
her panting Doberman and stroked his fur with even
smooth strokes, soothing him. "Lie down, boy. I'll take
care of you right away."
Khan whimpered urgently, licking his mistress's face.
Docilely, he lay down, his head lifting as his black
eyes pleaded with her to end his suffering. His
gargantuan cock scraped the carpet.
"Watch, Charlotte," Felicia mewed, pushing her dog over
on his side.
"Watch me turn the beast into a whimpering lump of
flesh."
Charlotte was entranced. She crawled over and saw the
immense size of Khan's prick up close. "God!" she
mumbled under her breath. "He'd split me apart for
sure."
"You'll be begging for his cock soon," Felicia
promised, stroking his belly with affection. "Soon,
you'll crawl on your knees for his cock!"
Charlotte stared, her eyes wide with awe. She licked
her dry lips, anticipating Felicia's mouth on that
magnificent piece of cockflesh. She knew the words
Felicia spoke were true. Deep inside, she knew it, but
she still believed it was the drug that was making her
see things the way Felicia wanted her to. It didn't
matter now. Her only thoughts were on the dog, his
cock, and what Felicia was going to do--eat him off.
Felicia's massive tits heaved as she breathed loud
rasping breaths and stroked her whimpering dog. Her
long fingers finally curled around the monstrous stem
of his colossal prick. Her hand held the dog's cock as
if her life depended on it.
The dog whined, his long, powerful sleek body
quivering, the taut muscles rippling. His head lifted,
his eyes glowing like two burning coals. He whined
again, his tongue lolling out. In a rippling flurry, he
jabbed his cock through his mistresses tight gripping
fist, seeking relief from the aching pain in his hairy
swollen balls.
'Easy, boy," Felicia soothed lovingly. "I'm gonna suck
it for you and make you all better." Her voice calmed
him. She wiped her tongue across her lips and crawled
down to his belly, her mouth within inches of his
prick.
"Come closer, Lotty. Watch."
Charlotte scrambled around for a better angle, resting
her head in her hands no more than a foot away from
Khan's prick. She drooled.
"Lick him good," Charlotte whispered to the exquisite
blonde. "Lick him. Make him cum."
Felicia, her mind set on Khan's prick, concentrated all
her attention on it. She stroked his prick with her
hand, up and down, then like a snake, flicked out her
viper tongue, catching Khan's cock tip, her tongue
making the dog whine in a frenzy.
Seeing Felicia's tongue wetting the tip of the dog's
prick sent shock waves through Charlotte's pussy. She
gasped lightly, her eyes unblinking, staring in wonder.
Felicia moved her mouth closer, her lips clamping
around the cockhead. Her hand released his prick and
she swirled her tongue around the width, slowly sinking
down, deliberately taking his cock inch by inch into
her mouth. Her cheeks drew inward as she sucked,
sending Khan off on a whimpering binge. She smiled
inwardly, aware of Charlotte's own desire to do what
she was now doing.
She stroked her pet between his legs, caressing his
heaving balls, his inner thighs, and the thickset
prick. Her mouth seemed to be devouring the entire
length of his unnaturally large cock.
Charlotte watched in utter amazement. Her throat gagged
as she intently watched Felicia's mouth devour the
entire length of Khan's meaty cock. She choked as if it
were her throat being stuffed with doggie cock. She
reached out with a trembling hand, stroked the shaking
dog's hind leg, and eyed the cock disappearing into
Felicia's rapacious mouth. The role of onlooker was not
for her. She wanted to be a part of what was happening.
Khan quaked, his cock in his mistress's hot mouth. His
whimpering yelps grew louder as his mistress engulfed
him with her scorching mouth. He humped her face,
driving his prick into the depths of her throat. He
tore into her gullet, his pointed cocktip spearheading
the invasion. His huge hairy balls whacked her chin as
his entire body geared for his impending orgasm.
Felicia gurgled on his cockmeat, taking his shaft to
his balls and reveling in the power that surged through
his hulking prick. She used her teeth to scrape against
his sensitive cock, hearing Khan howl in blissful
torment. She scratched his ass, her eyes shining
brightly as her nails turned the giant humping dog into
a whimpering puppy.
Khan pawed the rug with his front paws, his ass jerking
and jabbing his cock relentlessly into his mistress's
face. He raised his head to look at her, the black eyes
rolling, the bloodshot whites appearing, his eyes
floating up into his skull. His head dropped to the
floor with a thud as he jerked and trembled in spasms
on his side.
Felicia doubled and redoubled her efforts to get her
pet to cum. She sucked deeply, chewed on his stabbing
cock and tortured his asshole with her finger. She
pressed forward, taking him deeper with each lunge and
whipping her tongue along the bottom of his prick like
a leather belt. Her teeth gnawed, her lower jaw moved
back and forth. She felt the dog's cock swelling in her
throat and knew he was ready. She signaled to Charlotte
of the dog's approaching orgasm.
"Yeaaaaah," Charlotte gurgled, her throat hoarse.
She balled her fists, swallowing her leaping heart as
she waited. Her eyes were glued to Felicia's mouth and
the red cock that stabbed her over and over again. It
made her dizzy to watch and she sighed, swooning with a
longing to do the same. She rested her hand on the
dog's hind leg again, wanting to feel some part of him
when he blasted.
Khan roared, whimpered, and whined, his body quaking
with his orgasm. Foamy spittle drooled from his rubbery
lips as his cock ruptured. Jet streams of glutinous
doggie jism splattered the back of Felicia's throat and
oozed down her gulping gullet.
She took the lumpy wads of doggie goo with hunger. The
wads grew thicker, heavier as they spilled out of
Khan's prick. It turned into a steady stream, flooding
her mouth and overflowing her clinging lips. The
stringy lumps of cum oozed down her chin and onto the
rug as she sucked hungrily, trying to satisfy her
never-ending thirst. She drew it out from deep within
his rumbling balls, drinking, sucking, catching the
pulsing rhythm of his spitting prick.
Khan jerked in spasms. His huge body became a tightly
coiled spring that had unwound. He plowed his
mistress's vacuum-like mouth, jabbing, whimpering, and
howling. His lips were drawn back, his fangs were
bared, and his eyes were rolling. He ripped into the
tight gullet and creamed again, drenching her with his
streaming load.
Charlotte was totally immersed in Khan's climax. Her
mouth dropped with hunger for some of his spume. Her
eyes popped, wishing she was the one sucking off his
magnificent prick. She kept her eye on the red
squirting cock skewering the blonde woman's throat and
thrilled to the doggie cum that gushed past her lips.
She was envious.
She placed a finger on Felicia's clinging lips and
snatched up some of Khan's doggie jizz. She licked it
off her finger and almost fainted. She felt a sudden
sense of disgust mixing in with her overpowering lust.
The drug was beginning to wear off.
Khan lunged, Felicia drank his spewing load. They
battled each other, the squirting cock and the gulping
mouth. Felicia took one long tremendous pull on his
cock with her sucking mouth, hearing the dog howl. She
still held him with her teeth even though she knew the
beast was struggling to be freed.
Trapped in his mistress's mouth, Khan yelped, squirmed,
and twisted. Familiar with her ways, he knew she would
let him go soon, but he didn't stop struggling.
Felicia drank the last gob of cum and broke into a
smile, relinquishing his cock at last.
Khan licked his shrinking cock, soothing it with his
swiping tongue.
Doggie cum dripping from Felicia's mouth, she swiped
her lips clean with her tongue and glared at Charlotte.
"Well? Doesn't it make you hungry for some doggie
cock?"
Charlotte shrank back, her conflicting emotions
battling it out, repulsion intermixed with passionate
lust. She nodded her desire for what she craved, then
quickly shook her head in shame, not understanding and
hating herself at the same time.
"You shouldn't fight your natural desires so much,
Lotty. It isn't healthy." She reached out for her. "You
want me to eat you?"
Wordlessly, Charlotte declined, shaking her head.
"You want Khan to eat you?" A hint of a smile was on
Felicia's cum-stained lips.
"Nooooo," Charlotte finally said, but not with as much
determination as she wanted. "Nooooo!"
"How about having that marvelous prick in your pussy?"
Felicia coaxed.
"I saw the way you were drooling over it."
Charlotte began to cry, overwhelmed, her mixed emotions
convulsing her. She was in turmoil. She shook her head
weakly, knowing she was succumbing to her own desires,
to the animal inside of her. She fought it, crawling to
the bed to hide.
"Yes, Lotty, you sleep. I'll come back later tonight
and we can talk.
Maybe you'll change your mind."
"Never!" Charlotte spat vehemently, but not really
believing the conviction of her own words. "Never."
Felicia laughed, a deep sexy laugh. "Nearer is a long
time, my sweet china doll. More like a few days." She
went out, closed the door, locked it, and left
Charlotte to think.
Chapter 4
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Charlotte rolled over in the soft bed, luxuriating in
the black satin sheets. She stretched with a gaping
yawn and kicked the covers off her lithe naked body.
She sat up, her face bright, relaxed, her eyes alert
and full of life.
She stretched again, her tits rising, the nipples
pointing toward the door. It had been three days since
she had knocked on Felicia's front door, three days of
discovering herself and her desires. At first, she had
been over come with shock, then shock gave way to
disbelief, and the night before disbelief had been
displaced by her own passions.
Without the drug, she had become the temptress,
flaunting herself at Felicia and her handsome brother,
Craig. After dinner, she had ended up in bed with them
both for one of the most fantastic fucks of her life.
Except for the rare moments with George when she had
let her hair down, this one had been the best. A new
beginning.
A knock on the door brought her back to the present.
"C'mon in," she purred contentedly. Since she had
succumbed to her passion, the door was kept unlocked.
Felicia pushed open the door and came in. Khan was by
her side, obedient and ever alert. "How do you feel
this morning?"
A soft dreamy expression swept over Charlotte's
beautiful face. She fell back on the bed and laughed.
"Marvelous, Felicia. Absolutely marvelous!" She slapped
the bed and smacked her lips at the jet-black Doberman.
"C'mon, Khan, canon up here."
Felicia tapped the monstrous dog on the rump and he
leaped up on the bed, wagging his stub of a tail and
panting happily, his long tongue drooping out the side
of his mouth.
Felicia watched with an interested eye and a twinge of
satisfaction. Her judgment about the petite woman and
her dormant passions had been right. It made her feel
good.
"Ooooo, you handsome pooch," Charlotte purred. She
hugged the large beast with the glossy black fur.
"Today is going to be our day," she told him, squeezing
him affectionately around his thick neck and rubbing
her tits into his fur.
Felicia sat on the edge of the bed, her large tits
jiggling under her flimsy black lace robe. She stroked
Khan's rump, enjoying Charlotte's enthusiasm. "You
ready to come down to breakfast?"
"I don't know," Charlotte said, feeling deliciously
naughty, just like when she had played hooky from
school. "Maybe I'll just lay around in bed all day and
play with my pussy--or yours--or Khan's cock."
"Feeling pretty good, huh?"
"Better than good! Terrific! Last night was something
out of a dream. All week has been like a dream." An
exciting tremor swept through her as Khan licked her
face and neck. Instinctively, she backed away as some
of her old fears surged through her.
"You still have a few of your fears to iron out,"
Felicia laughed. She pulled the Doberman over to her by
his studded collar. "I guess you'll still have them for
a while."
"Not for long," Charlotte vowed. "Not after seeing all
the things I've been missing and how repressed I've
been. If George could see me now!"
She giggled devilishly, fondling herself freely,
kneading the flesh of her tingling skin, no longer shy,
no longer ashamed of the sexual feelings she had always
denied herself.
"George would be proud. Speaking of George," Charlotte
said abruptly, "how did you ever fix it so he wouldn't
worry about me when I didn't show up at my sister's?"
"I was wondering when you'd get around to asking,"
Felicia said, a grin on her face, her blue eyes
sparkling devilishly.
"I was going to ask you, but I've either been fucking
or sleeping. And last night--the three of us, you and
your brother and me--we sort of got carried away."
"You mean, you got carried away," Felicia corrected.
"It made me feel good to see you act so naturally--and
without the drug too." Felicia stroked the quiet dog's
head, her long fingers touching his jowls.
Charlotte leered at the huge black-haired beast, her
eyes bright, glistening with a desire to take the dog
on her own. She blinked. "About George... I want to
know how you managed it."
"It was simple," Felicia paused. "George knows all
about it." She let the statement hang.
Charlotte's face reddened with shock, then blazed with
rage. "The rotten bastard!" she snarled maliciously,
her jaw tight. "The dirty rotten fuckin' bastard!" She
was breathing hard, anger welling up inside of her
small, compact body.
Felicia stroked Charlotte's slender leg. "Think about
it for a moment, Lotty. George did you a favor." Her
hand skimmed up the small woman's thigh to her pussy
mound and the thick foliage of dark-red curly cunt
hair. She kept her hand there, cupping the furry mound.
"He loves you."
"Then why this?" At that moment she hated him, hated
her husband with all her heart.
Felicia's hand began to move almost imperceptibly on
Charlotte's pussy, caressing the soft mound with her
palm. "If you think about it, you'll know why. You've
been married quite some time now and George has asked
you to do many things, but you've constantly refused
him. You wouldn't try anything different, or even give
him the notion that you would consider it. Your sex-
life has been very dull."
Charlotte was calming down and the words rang true,
only too true. She blinked, a tear rolling down her
flushed cheek, and she heaved a heavy sigh. She found
herself nodding in agreement.
"He could have said, the hell with you, and had affairs
or divorced you, but he loves you. He wanted you free
from your hang-ups and the way you were raised by your
parents so that you two could enjoy the rest of your
lives together."
Charlotte felt foolish. Every word Felicia said was
true. She had been, except for rare occasions, very
selfish in bed, accepting, never giving--only
receiving.
"How did he meet you?" Charlotte finally asked. She
squirmed, Felicia's thumb going into her cunt.
"I've known George for a long time. Craig introduced
us."
"Did you ever fuck George?"
"I made it with him and my brother. And a few times
with George and a dog." She smiled at Charlotte.
"George certainly got off when I made it with a dog."
Charlotte was amazed and needed to know more. "Was it
before we were married?"
"Yes."
Charlotte felt a load being lifted off her shoulders.
If he could be faithful while having all the exotic
delights at his fingertips, then he must certainly love
her.
"I met him again a few months ago," Felicia continued
to explain, her thumb turning Charlotte's pussy into a
pool of oozing cunt-cream. "We got to talking and the
conversation got around to you, and I suggested this.
At first, he was reluctant. Then I explained that if
his feelings about your latent sexuality were true,
he'd be doing you, as well as himself, a favor. He
agreed and we set it up for this week." She slipped
three fingers into Charlotte's pussy, feeling the
heated wetness. "I hope you understand now."
"Unnnnn," Charlotte hummed, her hips wriggling. She
pressed down against the woman's fingers in her cunt--
her tantalizing fingers. "You won't say anything about
me fucking your brother, will you?"
"It doesn't matter. George understands. He knew that
once you were here, my brother and I would both enjoy
you."
Charlotte gulped. "He did this all because he wanted me
to make it with animals?"
"No," Felicia corrected. "He did it because he loves
you and wanted you to enjoy sex the way it should be
enjoyed, the way you always inwardly wanted to enjoy
sex, but were too afraid to admit to yourself. You did
nothing here that you didn't want to do--the drug only
heightened those desires that were hiding in you. We
only brought them out in the open for you and your
husband to enjoy."
Charlotte's head was spinning, half from the torturous
fingers in her cunt and half from the knowledge she
just received. "Then I might as well learn everything
there is about my own sexuality."
"I'm glad you feel that way. George knew that once your
barrier was broken and you were home again, you would
be a more loving wife and he, in turn, would be able to
be a more loving husband. What happens to you in this
house will be an experience the two of you can enjoy
over and over again in the future. Most of your visit
here has been filmed. The films are a present from me."
Felicia took off her robe. "How would you like to have
a taste of Khan's prick before we go down to
breakfast?"
Charlotte's head whirled. "Whewwwww," she sighed. "I-
I..."
"Think of George and how much pleasure you'll be able
to give him once you come to grips with yourself
completely. You've already accepted sex with me and
three-way sex without the drug. Why not climb over that
last hurdle and make it with my handsome Khan?" She
placed her juice-stained fingers at Charlotte's mouth.
"Taste your own cunt-cream."
Greedily, Charlotte sucked the creamy foam off of
Felicia's fingers, enjoying the taste of her own cunt.
"I'm nervous," she admitted, "but I want to--not only
for George--but for myself." She stared at the dog,
seeking courage. She wanted Khan, the ache in her cunt
told her that.
Felicia climbed to the head of the bed. Her massive
tits bounced as she became comfortable, crossing her
long sensuous legs and sitting like an erotic golden
statue, her eyes glittering mysteriously. "I'll watch."
Charlotte cuddled up to the dog, rubbing her naked body
against his fur. She shivered with a growing desire for
him. The dog's fur felt warm against her flesh and she
wrapped her arms around his thick neck, letting her
fingers trail along his mouth and teeth.
"I'm creaming myself," she sighed aloud, his stubby
tail hitting her clit as it wagged. "Even drugged all I
ever did was play with him and let him eat me."
"It was all you needed to overcome the initial shock of
having sex with animals. You watched me eat him. It's
just like eating George."
"I never ate George that much," she confessed.
"I know," Felicia said, then winked. "You two are going
to have a lot of catching up to do once you return
home."
Charlotte giggled in nervousness. A growing passion
soon replaced her uneasiness.
Khan whimpered, squirming on his side, waiting for
Charlotte to do something. He lifted his head and
licked her face.
Charlotte purred, accepting his affection as she
climbed over the giant beast. The thick red hair on her
head was tousled and her green eyes mirrored her
enthusiasm and lustful desires. Her tits jiggled
delicately as she plopped down next to Khan, one of his
hind legs between her thighs.
"Gonna suck you, my handsome stud," she said as she
licked her lips, stroking his cock sheath. "Gonna suck
you off like your mistress does."
Khan slapped his tongue out and curled it into
Charlotte's open mouth. He plunged into her throat,
then out over her soft lips, trembling in anticipation
of what was going to happen to him. He whimpered like a
small pup, his hind leg getting juicy from Charlotte's
seeping pussy.
Khan glanced over at his mistress at the head of the
bed, his black eyes glassy. His tail wagged slightly,
relaying to her that he was happy. Accidentally, his
hind leg jabbed into Charlotte's clit.
"Ooooaahhh!" Charlotte cooed, humping the beast's leg.
She reached down for his cock again, rubbing his balls
urgently. "Ooooo, Khan, get nice and hard for me. Let
me see how big I can get you." She devoted all her
attention to the docile animal, exercising his devil-
cock from its sheath.
She flicked out her tongue, swiping up the drool from
Khan's rubbery tongue and slapping her tongue across
his pointed fangs. A hot sizzling ripple raced up her
spine. Her hand scratched him behind the ear while her
other hand kneaded his cock out of the sheath, bringing
it to life.
Khan was wriggling in bliss, the woman's hand making
him crazy. He licked her face affectionately, soaking
her in doggie spit. His tongue slapped across her eyes
and mouth and he whimpered, jerking his head as
Charlotte tried to grab his tongue with her mouth.
"Ohhh, Khan, you do make such a good lover."
Charlotte was swimming in a sea of passion, exotic
passion, and she was thrilled. She gouged his large paw
through the puffy lips of her scalding hot pussy,
scratching her clit with his nails. She jerked in
heavenly spasms, her head snapping, her eyes rolling.
Felicia anticipated the last few days with Charlotte
and the things they would share with Khan. Her fingers
played at her own cunt until her seeping cream coated
them. She licked them clean, purring, her blue eyes
glued to Charlotte and Khan.
Charlotte dragged the dog's paw through her moist
pussy. A spasm rippled through her cunt and was
followed by a rumbling tremor when his claw came in
contact with her exposed purplish-red clit.
"Uhhhhh, doggie, nice!" She was in heaven.
Closing her thighs, she clamped the dog's leg against
her cunt and clit and grabbed his thick sheath, finding
his cock sticking out halfway. She stroked him with
wild fanaticism, her small, delicate hand riding up and
down the thick red glistening cockmeat. She was
creaming all over his leg and getting his prick stiff
and hard at the same time.
Khan, used to the attention of women, lay docile, his
hips moving subtly, whimpering with pleasure. His front
paws rested on Charlotte's shoulders and he licked her
face again.
Longing to see his cock, Charlotte sat up, her glassy
eyes riveted to the red cock that jutted out from
between his hairy back legs. Her mouth was dried up,
parched from excitement, and her eyes watered with a
sense of euphoria. She had tackled her fear!
She gazed hypnotically at her hand that had held his
cock shaft. It was sticky and gooey from his prick and
she brought it to her mouth and licked the palm of her
hand. She purred out loud, her cheeks flushing red, her
blood boiling in her veins, carrying the lust for the
massive beast and his giant cock to every part of her
trim, naked body. She was cured of her fear of making
it with a dog, in fact, she loved it, even craved it!
Khan looked at Charlotte with longing, wanting
something done to his aching cock.
Charlotte knew what he wanted but ignored his whining
pleas. She wanted to play, to enjoy what she was doing,
before tackling his prick and sucking it. She straddled
his mouth with her cunt and jabbed, banging her clit
into his muzzle.
"Bite it, pooch! Bite me!"
"Don't tease him," Felicia moaned, her own lust
brimming at the surface. "It's not right to tease. Give
him what he wants."
Charlotte turned her head to face the naked woman.
"What does he want?" she asked breathlessly, a hot leer
on her beautiful face.
"He wants your mouth." Felicia realized that
conversation added to Charlotte's stimulation. "He
wants to put his nice hard doggie cock in your mouth so
he can cream your throat with his cum."
"Ooooo," Charlotte sighed, dizzy with the idea of
drinking the cum of a dog. "Ooooo, Felicia! I don't
know if I can really do it."
"You can," Felicia purred. "You just want to be
coaxed."
Charlotte tossed back her mass of long red hair and
laughed in total abandon, completely free of restraint.
She humped her cunt at the dog's snout, reveling in his
tongue snaking inside her creaming pussy as he licked
her.
"Ooooo, he's eating me! Licking my cunt!" She was ready
now, anxious to begin the real delight. She dropped to
her side, wriggling down to his cock, her hands
gripping the tremendous hard-on that jutted out strong
and fierce. "He's sooo big. He'll choke me to death!"
Felicia came down to the foot of the bed to show
Charlotte what to do. "Lick it like this," she said,
her tongue slithering up the length of the dog's cock.
Khan shook.
Charlotte nodded and followed suit, her tongue sliding
up the sticky length of Khan's giant cock. She shook
from the first contact, pulled her head away and
gasped.
"Ohhh, my God, I did it! I really did it!"
"Not quite," Felicia giggled, her huge tits crushed
beneath her as she lay on her belly, her rounded ass
perched high, her fingers gouging out her own cunt. "Do
it again." She humped her fingers, her eyes on fire,
glaring at Charlotte and the dog's cock. "Do it again
or I'll suck him off and you'll go hungry." She was
hot, bubbling hot, her fingers sticky with Juice.
"Oooo, noooo," Charlotte gasped, going back to Khan's
cock. "His prick belongs to me this morning." She
licked his prick, bringing her tongue up from his
balls, over his extended shaft and across his seeping
piss slot.
Khan shivered, his taut, muscular body rippling with
power. His whimpering cries were ignored for the moment
as Charlotte continued to use him as a toy.
"Easy, Khan," Charlotte purred, stroking his furry
balls and the tight knot at the base of his cock. "Be
patient and I'll suck you dry." She giggled, hefting
his huge balls in her small hand. "God, he must have a
gallon of the stuff in him."
"It'll seem that way when he's coming," Felicia said,
keeping herself at a delicious peak, waiting for
Charlotte to stop being frivolous and get down to a
real blowjob.
With her heart pounding, Charlotte opened her mouth,
clamped her lips against his exposed cock, and sucked,
her tongue swishing across his prick. She gulped,
keeping her mouth around his hulking cock and sliding
ho fused lips back down to his balls. Her courage
mounted as she slid back tip his pointed prick with her
clinging lips.
Khan whined. Tiny yelps of ecstasy and helplessness
came from his huge powerful-looking body. He jerked his
back paws and tried to attain a foothold with his front
paws. He didn't succeed. He had to cum, but Charlotte's
slow pace wouldn't allow it.
Khan's head turned to his mistress for help, his eyes
pleading. Felicia was too involved in watching
Charlotte's mouth and too busy with her own pussy to be
concerned. The horny beast dropped his head back to the
mattress, a pawn to the passions of the two beautiful
women.
Felicia sat up abruptly. "Let him fuck your mouth," she
exclaimed, her face aglow with desire. "Get on the
floor. It'll be so much better!"
Charlotte lifted her head. Her eyes were hazy, flooded
with a passion that knew no bounds, and she swallowed
uneasily. "I'm afraid..."
Yet, she craved it. An image of Khan mounting another
dog formed in her mind. Her mouth would be the other
dog. She would be the bitch. She nodded her approval
before she could change her mind. Quickly, she got down
on the floor.
"Like this?" she asked excitedly.
"Yes," Felicia hissed. "Lean your head back." She
climbed off the bed and snapped her fingers. Khan
leaped to her side, whimpering annoyingly. She stroked
his head. "You're gonna get it now, boy, don't worry.
The right way."
Charlotte trembled, waiting for Felicia to help the dog
into position.
"Hurry," she urged, her voice straining, cracking.
"Hurry!"
The tall blonde led the giant Doberman between
Charlotte's outstretched legs, allowing Khan to lick
her face before she helped him up. "Okay, my horny pet,
she's all yours." She tapped the bed with her hand, and
Khan barked, immediately understanding. He had done it
this way often enough.
Charlotte moaned and uttered a childlike gasp. The
monstrous dog slapped his huge paws on the bed and
blanketed her head with his body.
Charlotte gazed in panic and lust at the gargantuan
cock angled for her mouth. She wiggled into a better
position.
In the blink of an eye, Khan was jabbing her face,
aiming haphazardly, furiously trying to plant his
doggie cock in her mouth. Whimpering and dancing on his
back legs, Khan stabbed Charlotte's face, seeking entry
to the wetness of her mouth. But he couldn't find it.
His prick jabbed her teeth, her cheeks, her chin,
everywhere but where he wanted.
Finally, as Charlotte adjusted her head to accommodate
him, he found his mark and his prick delved headlong
into her waiting mouth. He let out a woeful howl,
mercilessly jabbing, relentlessly thrusting.
Charlotte gagged and choked, his prick spearing down
her throat, stretching her wide. She understood why
Felicia had chosen this way for her first experience in
doggie sucking. There was no way she could change her
mind --she belonged to the dog and there was no
opportunity to get away. She was grateful to the blonde
for her decision. Charlotte knew the dog's first jab
would have thrown her into a panic and she would have
taken her mouth away.
His cock tearing into her throat made her concentrate
on him. The initial shock had passed and she gripped
his haunches, holding him, feeling the power of his
slamming body. Her hands flowed up and down his humping
frame, her fingers digging into his fur. She
experienced strange and wonderful sensations as her
mouth was stuffed with doggie cock, and she wallowed in
it. She was actually sucking a dog's cock! It staggered
her mind.
Having found the warm wetness of Charlotte's mouth and
throat, Khan went insane. Having been tortured for so
long, he fucked her face savagely, burrowing his cock
in her throat with his massive, pointed cock tip
leading the way. He leaned forward for maximum depth,
his huge paws firmly planted on the bed, his back paws
prancing, maintaining his balance as he wildly fucked
the sucking mouth in front of him.
Charlotte found herself shaking in desire. The doggie
cock in her mouth was more than she had asked for--
wildly exotic and wantonly exciting! She used her
tongue, experimenting, enjoying, sucking, her teeth
grazing along his thick prick while he rammed her to
the hilt.
Khan howled in raging excitement as her teeth dug along
his sensitive prick, his mighty body lashing his cock
into her throat at a reckless speed. His prick swelled
and his balls ached, his heavy load multiplying.
Charlotte was delirious. She sucked and whipped her
tongue along his cock, grating her teeth along the
length as he whipped it in and out of her mouth.
Reaching under him, she caressed the balls that would
soon rupture and drench her with their burdensome load
of cum. She could already feel the warm doggie jism
oozing down her throat.
"Play with his ass," Felicia cried in a hoarse tone.
"Play with his asshole!"
Felicia's words finally penetrated Charlotte's fuzzy
lust- sopped brain. She was so caught up in the dog's
fury, that her pussy was creaming against itself. She
reached around him and placed her finger on his
wrinkled ass opening, grabbing his stubby tail with her
other hand while he jabbed his cock brutally down her
throat.
Khan went berserk. He lunged to rid his asshole of the
finger. The action drove his cock farther down her
throat, his heavy balls whacking into her chin. He
growled, his rubbery lips drawn back over his pearl-
white fangs. His taut, lean body glistened with a black
sheen and his snarl appeared demonic.
"Finger him! Finger-fuck his asshole!" Felicia shouted
deliriously.
Charlotte obliged with fervor. She plunged her finger
in and out of his ass, feeling the rumbling explosion
in his ramming cock that would soon drench her in
doggie jizz. But she still was not prepared for the
next thirty seconds.
Khan's neck stretched to the limit as he glared toward
the ceiling, his black eyes rolling. The next flurry of
blows brought a fireball of jism out his spitting cock
tip. He roared his rage, his prick gushing a bubbling
outpour of doggie goo into Charlotte's gurgling throat.
Charlotte drank it. Thick clumps of jism splattered
against the back of her throat and before she could
swallow it all, more followed. A steady barrage of
thick wads turned into a river of cum. It flooded her
mouth, her throat, and gushed from her nose. She choked
and spluttered, doggie cum seeping out the sides of her
clinging lips with each horrendous plunge of his prick.
Even with the awesome load, Charlotte never faltered.
She swallowed as much as was humanly possible, her
cheeks full of doggie cum. It poured down her throat.
She took the dog's savage pace, her finger still
imbedded in his asshole. Her finger was held deep,
crooked, her nail scratching his tight ass wall.
Khan became enraged at not being able to rid the finger
in his ass. He yelped, humping her face, his hind legs
performing some kind of erotic dance to keep his
balance. His ass jerked in an effort to dislodge the
annoying finger. His prick plowing her tight throat
with a constant deluge of hot molten doggie spume.
Charlotte swooned under the devastating attack. She
used her teeth on his plowing prick, driving and urging
him to greater feats of speed. She sucked his thick
cock and drank his river of cum before it dried up into
a last few dying spurts.
She held him, refusing to let him go. She was in shock,
her teeth clamped onto his prick. Her body was stunned,
cum dribbling from her nose and her lips.
Khan growled his discontent and battled the imprisoning
mouth. He sprang forward, landing on the bed, his
aching prick finally free from the maniac who had
tortured him.
Felicia stared at Charlotte, an expression of disbelief
on her face. Charlotte did it on her first try! She saw
the cum oozing from the dazed woman and pounced on her,
licking her face, sucking her mouth, and drinking the
cum that Charlotte, in her lust-dulled state, had
forgotten to swallow.
Finished, Felicia sat back on her haunches with a hot,
sultry grin on her face.
"How did I do?" Charlotte asked in a daze.
"Fabulous!"
"You think George will like it?"
"He'll cream his pants. Now, you go shower and come
down to breakfast."
Charlotte nodded, still overwhelmed. She hauled herself
to her feet. She swung her ass on the way to the
bathroom as if she were selling it on a street corner.
"You certainly know how to pick them, George," Felicia
muttered to herself. The spent Doberman walked slowly
by her side as she left. "You certainly have got one
fantastic wife!"
Chapter 5
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Charlotte finished showering and wrapped a towel around
her wet, naked body. She fluffed her hair and left for
the kitchen, starving for some food. Sucking Khan had
given her a ravenous appetite.
"You look delicious in that towel," Felicia said,
looking up as Charlotte padded into the kitchen.
"Doesn't she, Craig?"
Craig's smile widened. "Fantastic!" He set his coffee
down to admire her.
Charlotte basked in their compliments. She felt
wonderful, excitement coursed through her veins. She
felt their eyes on every move she made as she fixed
herself some toast. She dropped into a chair, taking
her first bite of the hot buttered toast.
"God, I'm hungry."
"You shouldn't be with all that cum you drank this
morning." Felicia turned to Craig. "You should have
seen her, up in the bedroom, turning Khan into a puppy
with her mouth. I thought she was going to bite his
damn prick off."
Craig leered across the table at their guest. "I
remember her mouth on my prick. She's as good as you,
Felicia."
Their conversation swelled Charlotte's ego. "Maybe I'll
suck you off again today, Craig," she said to him,
holding his eyes with her own.
"I'll be looking forward to it." He stood up and kissed
his sister, then walked over to Charlotte. He whisked
off the towel she wore with one quick yank and grinned.
"You look better this way." He squeezed one of her
firm, pliant tits and planted a kiss on her cheek.
"Keep it hot and wet. I'll be back in a few minutes. I
need a shower."
After Craig left, Charlotte looked to Felicia. "I don't
believe how relaxed I am. Christ, last week, I was a...
now look at me." She shook her head, the random half-
thoughts conveying their meaning clearly to Felicia.
Felicia nodded. "George is going to love the new you."
She wriggled out of her robe and stood up. "If you're
gonna be naked, there's no reason for me to wear
anything." She rubbed her tits. "C'mon into the other
room."
Charlotte followed the tall, exquisitely built blonde.
She anticipated something exciting. "Do you have
something planned?" she asked Felicia.
"I do, yes." Felicia dropped to the couch and spread
her legs, Khan going between them and dining on the
oozing lips of his mistress's pussymeat. "You ready to
fuck this horny devil?"
Charlotte's legs buckled as she stumbled to a chair.
"Ohhhh, Felicia, isn't sucking him enough for one day?"
She was trembling. "I still haven't gotten over taking
his prick in my mouth."
Felicia laughed, parting the lips of her cunt as Khan
slipped his tongue deep inside. "Ooooo, Christ!" She
squirmed on the couch, her cunt muscles milking his
tongue as it invaded her pussy. "Don't be a shit."
Craig came into the room, his groin tightening into a
ball as he saw his sister's legs spread wide and Khan
feasting on her blonde cunt. He walked over to
Charlotte, his gargantuan prick pressing against the
towel that was wrapped around his waist.
"You can pull my towel off me," he laughed to
Charlotte.
Charlotte tore her eyes away from Felicia's pussy and
the hungry dog's snout and gazed at the tent Craig's
cock formed in the towel. She giggled and grabbed his
prick.
"You're as bad as the damn dog, always hard and horny!"
"Why don't you do something about it?" Craig moaned as
her hand mauled his prick.
She yanked the towel away, caressing his long thick
prick as it jutted out like a thick spear. "You're so
damn big, Craig." She drooled at his giant, veiny
shaft. "My pussy is still sore from last night."
Craig tossed his head back and roared with laughter. He
grabbed her slim waist with one of his bear-like hands
and pulled her small, almost childlike, body up.
He was taller than his sister and Charlotte's head came
only to his nipples. He put his hands under her arms
and lifted her up as if she were weightless. He
plastered his mouth on hers, plunging his tongue beyond
her lips into her throat.
Charlotte melted against his huge towering frame,
locking her legs around his hips. She sucked greedily
on his invading tongue, her arms wrapping around his
neck. "Ohhh, Christ, Craig, you're so damned strong."
She wriggled against his massive body, her tits
scraping into the coarse hair of his chest.
His hands dropped to her ass, cupping each rounded
cheek. "You're a sexy little piece, Lotty. George is
very lucky to have you."
She toyed with his mouth, licking her tongue across his
face, biting impishly on his lips with her teeth. "He's
a lot luckier now, than before I came here." She
wriggled her ass. "I feel your cock, Craig."
"Slip it in," he groaned, holding her in his powerful
grip.
Charlotte tossed her full head of dark-red hair back,
the soft strands swishing across her bare shoulders.
She looked over at Felicia and Khan. "Should I?" she
asked her.
Felicia looked up, a dazed, tormented expression on her
face. Khan's tongue was turning her blood to boiling
steam. She nodded. "Fuck him blind." She lashed her
pussy at her pet's snout. "Make him cry uncle." She
spread her swollen pussy lips to accommodate Khan's
muzzle jamming all the way into her pussy. She
screamed, trembling in spasms.
Charlotte bit her lip and wiggled down, taking the
bloated head of Craig's cock between the velvety folds
of her cuntlips. "Unnn, you're stretching me." She
leaned back, confident of his strength. Her tits ached,
the nipples were sore. She scratched her nails along
his wide chest, leaving thin red lines in their wake.
"You want it all in me?"
Craig leered at the sex kitten squirming in his arms.
"You keep scratching and I'll drop you. "
"If you do, you won't get fucked," Charlotte giggled,
her ass squirming, her body begging to be filled with
his bloated prick. She twisted her hips, taking more of
his thick cock into her pussy. She latched her arms
around his neck again. "I'll hold, you play with my
tits." She was the complete female animal, no more
hangups or shyness. She was totally at ease. "Squeeze
them."
Craig pawed the soft flesh of Charlotte's tits. He
enjoyed the tiny package of dynamite. She was the
opposite of his sister, small, like a child. He kneaded
her tits, feeling the bullet tips pressing against his
palms. His prick throbbed in the heated furnace of her
pussy.
"Ahhhhh," Charlotte cried, wriggling down and gulping
the rest of his prick into her pussy. She twisted and
churned, her hips rotating in frantic circles, her
pussy muscles pulsing around his buried prick.
"Sweet little baby," Craig groaned, his voice deep and
powerful. He spanned her hips with his fingers as she
clung to him precariously. "Gonna give you a wild,
crazy ride, sweet thing."
She looked at him, her emerald green eyes glittering
desirously, her mouth glistening as she licked her
lips. "Yessss," she hissed, her limbs curled around him
like the tendrils of an octopus. "Rip me apart, Craig.
Give a nice, fast fuck ride." She held tight around his
neck, easing up her grip with her legs. "Do it! Do it!
Fuck me!"
Staring her directly in the face, Craig raised her off
his prick until only the head was immersed in her cunt
juices. "Ready?" he groaned.
"Uh huh." She trembled in anticipation. Her pussy
pulsated and the tight walls waited greedily to be
filled with cock again. "Yeaaaaah!"
He caught her as she sucked in air and slammed her
lithe, lightweight body down on his cock. His cockhead
pierced her tight, spongy cunt and stretched her to the
limit. He held her tight, his cock stuffed to the hilt,
rocking her hips back and forth and screwing her down
on his prick.
She squealed in joyous delight. She creamed, warm
lubricating juices flowing from her cushiony pussy down
over his buried cock, greasing it for action. Her body
twitched and her hips rotated in sync with his brutish
jerks.
"Ohhh, Craig, you fuck great!"
Craig's head spun deliriously. The hot little bitch on
his cock was a wildcat. He gritted his teeth, the
muscles in his jaw hardening. He lifted her up, then
slammed her down, again and again. He watched her
joyous expression turn to lust, then crazed desire. He
picked up speed, his huge, muscular arms plunging her
body down on his enormous cock, then lifting her up the
next instant.
Charlotte's entire body bobbed at a reckless pace as
she was hurled up and down. Her tits bounced, her dark-
red hair swung to- and-fro and her cunt slammed down
onto the solid lump of gorgeous cockmeat.
His tree trunk legs held them both, his feet firmly
planted on the floor. The hammering ache in his balls
enraged him, spurring him on. The shuddering warmth of
her cunt engulfed him, compelled him to cum.
She squealed in heavenly bliss, jerking and twisting as
he speared her pussy with every bulky inch of his long
cock. Her tits swelled with passion, her head snapped
from side to side, and her arms held him tighter as her
body flew up and down. She urged him on, using her body
and her drumming cunt muscles to torture his plowing
cock.
As he relentlessly impaled her on his prick, she
twisted and gyrated her hips, making each slam more
exciting. She lashed her body at him, grinding her cunt
down and catching his rhythm. "Cream meee, you hard
giant! Cream meeee!" she panted heavily. "Squirt it all
the way up into my throat." She humped forward, her
clit scraping against his tough groin as he rammed her
down hard.
Craig strained. His thighs ached and his arms pained
him. But he didn't stop. Her voice and her hot,
sizzling impish grin burned into his brain. His cum-
swelled hard-on enlarged and hardened. His heavy balls
rumbled to be relieved of their heavy aching load. He
brought her up and slammed her down at blinding speed,
his balls erupting, his prick spewing jet streams of
cum into her gulping pussy.
"I'm cumminggg!" His voice roared like thunder and
ricocheted off the four walls. His spouting prick
saturated Charlotte's pussy with its continuous load.
"I'm cumming!"
"I can feel it," Charlotte squealed, his cum flooding
her pussy. "Ooooo, Craig!" She went insane on his cock.
She tried to claw her way to the peak, scratching her
way to an orgasm that seemed to float somewhere out of
reach. "Fuck me! Harder! Faster!"
The muscles in Craig's arms surged with power. He
plummeted the slim, naked woman up and down on his
spearhead cock, his cum overflowing her pussy and
running down his huge balls and taut thighs. His eyes
bulged, grunting gasps rasped from his heaving chest
and lungs. He growled like a mountain lion, humping and
slamming his cock into Charlotte's pussy with all his
might.
Charlotte attained the summit and hovered, unable to go
over into bliss. She began to wail helplessly. Racking
moans blended with Craig's deep thunderous roars. She
felt the hot cum squirt in deep, then ooze out of her
clinging cuntlips. Her grasp was weakening from around
his neck. She was becoming hysterical. Her hands came
away, and she fell back, a piercing scream filling the
room.
Still climaxing, Craig held onto her body, his bearlike
hands clasped around her trim willowy waist. He grunted
loudly, his body shaking as the last of his orgasm tore
through his groin and blasted from his prick. His chest
was heaving and his eyes were glued to Charlotte as she
swayed uncaringly on his dying cock.
He eased her up. Using the last remaining ounce of
strength he possessed he took her quivering, twisting
body off his prick. "I've had it," he panted. "Christ,
you totally drained me, sweet thing."
Charlotte was distraught. She slithered down his long
muscular body like a wriggling sensuous snake. She
whimpered, trembling in a nebulous cloud, unable to
descend, needing to climax, needing the release of her
mounting passion. She licked the droplets of cum that
ran down his thickset thighs. Her tongue darted out,
lapping his sticky balls and tasting her own flavorful
pussy cream along with his gooey cum. Her tongue busily
lapped up his limp meaty cock as it hung like a fallen
tree against his thigh. She sucked it, trying to
breathe life back into it.
Craig grunted and flung himself down in a chair. "Go
use your mouth on Khan," he moaned, pushing her away
from his exhausted prick. "He'll fuck you."
Charlotte's face brightened as she crawled over to the
giant dog who was lapping noisily between Felicia's
thighs. She licked his hind leg, nibbling on it, insane
with passion, completely engrossed in her own wanton
desires.
Felicia saw the crazed Charlotte and giggled. "Don't
bite him." Her tone was heavily laced with lust. "I saw
what you did to Craig. You ready for Khan?" She
squirmed her soft ass on the couch.
Charlotte hissed and stood up on wobbly legs. "First, I
wanna give him a ride."
She straddled the giant Doberman, rubbing her cum-
filled pussy along his back and soaking his glistening
black coat with a mixture of cum and pussy cream. She
glared at Felicia who was receiving the tonguing of her
life.
Khan's tongue invaded the steamy depths of Felicia's
pussy. Hot shivery waves of bliss swept over her
elegant body as the Doberman's tongue reamed her. She
reached down between her legs and grabbed Khan by the
ears, riding his digging snout in agonizing pleasure.
She ground her clit into his hard teeth.
Charlotte watched the mask of passion drop over
Felicia's face. "Ohhhh, God, Felicia. Cream the fucker!
Cummmmmmm! Christ, cummmmmmm!"
Charlotte humped her pussy along the dog's lean back,
her clit in torturous contact with his short-haired
coat. Backwards brought sighs, forward, against the
grain, brought whimpering sobs. Her eyes bugged out as
she watched Felicia soar into her orgasm.
"I'm cuming on Khan's mouth!" Felicia screamed, humping
the dog and suckling his reaming tongue with her cunt
muscles. "I'm cuminggggg!" Her eyes rolled, focusing on
Charlotte's lithe naked frame straddling the dog, her
small, perfectly formed tits bouncing wildly.
Charlotte drooled, her eyes glued to Felicia's lush,
statuesque body in the throes of orgasm--her huge
creamy tits jerking, her head lolling on her shoulders,
the blonde hair whipping back and forth across her
face, hips jerking and thighs clenching tightly onto
the beast's buried head. This erotic spectacle kept
Charlotte at the peak, swirling in a pink haze of lust,
but she was still unable to take the final leap into
rapture.
Felicia arched her back. Her legs parted and she shoved
downward with her cunt, smashing her clit into the
dog's mouth and jowls. Another series of orgasms washed
over her and she lost sight of Charlotte's naked body,
greying out. She shuddered and collapsed-back on the
couch with a mass of tingly fires throughout her body.
"Ohhhh, shit," Charlotte moaned, riding the dog's back
as he licked his chops clean of his mistress's cum-
cream. She jerked her body on his back and tiny shock
waves exploded at the base of her skull as she sought
to cum without him fucking her.
She screamed as one orgasm rippled through her pussy
with the promise of more to come. It toppled her from
the dog's back and she sprawled out on the floor,
writhing like a snake.
"I have to cum!" She caught sight of the red prick
hanging between Khan's hind legs. "Oooo, Khan! It's
just the two of us." She rolled to the tame animal,
reaching for his cock. "Everyone else has creamed--
Felicia on you, Craig in me." She stroked his prick,
rubbing it into a hard throbbing steel girder.
Felicia dropped down to the floor beside Charlotte,
caressing her skin and massaging the soft flesh between
Charlotte's thigh. "His cock is the answer to your
problem," she purred. "It feels nice in your hand.
It'll feel great in your cunt."
"I know, I know!" Charlotte squealed, enjoying her
self- torture. "I know it will."
She rolled under the dog's belly and lifted her head to
lick his balls.
She nipped the tip of his cock, making him whine.
Quickly, she rolled out. "I'm a hot bitch in heat, and
he's my stud." She hauled herself to her hands and
knees, whimpering madly for Khan's doggie cock to
plunge into her hot pussy. "I'm all empty now. It oozed
out all over my legs. I need another load." Her tits
swayed as she wriggled her ass in Felicia's face. "Help
him to fuck me. I want his cum in my pussy."
Felicia purred, stroking her dog's back and getting her
hand wet with pussy juice. "C'mon, boy." She let him
sniff the swollen lips of Charlotte's cunthole. "Sniff
it out good, boy. This is what you're going to get."
Khan, sensing he was going to get his nuts off, barked.
He drove his muzzle into Charlotte's pussy and lapped
up her flowing cunt-cream, drinking the last oozing
drops of Craig's cum. His meaty cock ached and he was
anxious to mount the naked woman.
Felicia calmed him with her hand. "Hold steady, Lotty."
She calmed Charlotte with her voice.
"Ohhh, God," Charlotte wailed, trembling as she
presented her body to the huge beast. "Ohhh, God, get
his cock inside me. I'm going crazy!"
Felicia helped the monstrous Doberman up onto
Charlotte's back. "Hold steady," she soothed the
nervous bundle of sex.
"I can't," Charlotte moaned, feeling the weight of the
dog as his front paws rested on her back. "Ohhh, GOD!
He can't get his cock in me!" She began to shake as the
spearing cock tip whacked into her ass cheeks and the
back of her thighs. "Help him! Help HIM!"
Deftly, Felicia guided Khan's thick meaty cock into
Charlotte's pussy. She kept her fingers there feeling
the dog slicing through soft cuntlips. "Better?"
"Ooooo, GOD in heaven... yesssss!" Charlotte cried.
"He's tearing me apart. His cock is, aaaooohhh!
Felicia, oooooh!"
She held steady, bearing the dog's lunging weight and
riding the fury of his stabbing prick. She turned her
head, not believing what she saw. She was getting
fucked by a dog! This was no drugged illusion, no
trick, this was really happening to her. Seeing the dog
behind her plunging his cock into her cunt almost made
her faint.
Khan yelped as his elongated cock sliced through the
cushiony hole of Charlotte's pussy. He held onto her,
his front paws clamped on either side of Charlotte's
back, his hairy hind legs dancing in place. He
maintained his balance while fucking Charlotte's wet
pussy hole with quick and careless plunges.
Charlotte thrilled, taking a doggie cock made her
happy. She shoved back at Khan's lunging prick, gulping
his cock with her body and rocking her hips back and
forth, turning the dog into a whimpering, yelping
beast.
Felicia mauled Charlotte's tits and pinched her blood-
gorged clit. She squeezed the dog's cock when it
appeared from out of Charlotte's gooey cunt and
shivered when his cock slid through her fingers back
into the snug, tight pussy. Felicia dropped down onto
her back, drooling at the sight of Khan's hairy balls
slapping back and forth with his lunging body. The
sight was so overwhelming, Felicia was about to cream.
Charlotte was in seventh heaven. She didn't care what
Felicia was doing. All she cared about was the dog and
the fantastic fuck he was giving her.
"C'mon, Khan, fuck me! Fuck meee!" Her voice rose an
octave, Khan's cock slamming deep. "YESSSS!"
Khan whined, blanketing Charlotte's white, creamy body
with his muscular frame. His powerful hind legs kept
him steady, his body heaving forward, thrusting his
prick at a fantastic speed into Charlotte's small,
vulnerable frame. His front paws squeezed as he leaned
forward, his tongue lolling out, drool dribbling onto
her back. He fucked his prick in to the root time after
time after time.
Charlotte felt the fur of his body, his wet tongue, his
hot panting breath, and the unending joy of his thick
cunt-splitting cock. She rocked. She found herself
being drawn toward her orgasm, an orgasm that had
eluded her. She stiffened her arms as the brute-force
of Khan's horrendous jabs almost knocked her off
balance.
She turned her head and saw that Craig was watching.
"He's great! GOD! Soooo fast!" she said to him.
The dog's blinding speed had Charlotte reeling. She
pushed back, wriggling her ass, hearing the beast yelp.
"Oooo! Oooo! OOOOH!" She was delirious now, rocking in
the cadence of Khan's violent jabs. His lunging cock
expanded to full-size, bloated by his heavy load of
cum.
Khan's fury swept them both up in its path. His prick
whipped through her grease-lined cunt. His balls were
swinging like lead weights, the cum bubbling like an
active volcano. He was ready to spew his lava and
drench the cunt in his path.
Charlotte sensed the new and demanding urgency in the
dog's slamming body. "He's gonna cum! He's gonna
cummmmm!"
She became insane with that one thought. It set her own
orgasm into motion. Swiftly, she attained the summit
and was catapulted into endless space. Just knowing the
dog was about to spray her pussy was all she needed to
take that final step.
"I'm cuming!" she screamed, her high-pitched voice
shrieking. "I'm cummmingggg on a dog!"
She went off the deep end. She began to thrash and jerk
against the dog's heavy pounding body like a bronco
trying to throw its rider. She humped and churned,
drool seeping out of the corners of her mouth.
"I'm cumming everyone!"
Charlotte's shrieking announcement and the gushing
pussy-cum that drenched his ramming cock drove the
horny animal into his own cyclonic orgasm. He barked,
his prick spewing a geyser of doggie jizz into
Charlotte's climaxing pussy. He lifted his head to howl
his bliss, his black eyes shining, his tongue swaying
as he pummeled Charlotte with his gushing cock.
"He's creaming me!" she cried hysterically. "He's
creaming my pussy! I can feel it!" She turned, seeing
the dog's face. "Oooooooo! Cummmm you fuckin' beast!
Cum all over me with your gorgeous cock!"
She rode the fury of the high-strung animal. Her cum
mixed with his, drenching her climaxing cunt to the
limit. It oozed out of her cunt like lava, wetting the
back of her thighs and the dog's swinging balls. It
splattered Khan's hairy legs as he lashed in and out of
her cum-drenched pussy. She opened her mouth to scream
as another violent orgasm swept through her pussy,
toppling her over. She dropped to her face, her ass
perched high, her pussy still being pounded with all
the fury of a hurricane.
"AGHHHH!" she screeched, clawing the rug with her
fingers and rocking her ass back and forth, impaled on
the dog's prick. As he continued to ram her into
oblivion, she battled him, forcing herself back up on
the palms of her hands, her arms stiff and straight,
holding her weight. Her pussy felt like raw meat. The
room was spinning. Everything turned fuzzy.
"AAAAAYIEEEEE!" she screamed, her voice trailing off.
She surrendered to the soft cloud of unconsciousness
and blacked out. She tumbled to the floor, the sudden
drop deprived the beast of her wet cunt.
Khan barked, the last drops of his cum spitting from
his pointed cock tip.
Charlotte trembled as she lay on the rug, her battered
body completely satisfied. She was fucked out,
exhausted, but happy. Whimpering cries came from her
open mouth as she slowly came out of the grey numbing
world she had drifted into. She rolled and sat up,
propping herself against a chair.
She looked first at the dog licking himself, then at
Craig smiling, and then at Felicia, who was also
smiling. "I hope you all enjoyed the show."
"Immensely!" Craig said, rubbing his limp cock. "It
almost makes me want to fuck you again."
"Oh, no," Charlotte moaned, clamping her legs together.
"No more fucking for me until I shower and have a nice
cozy nap. I'm beat."
"What about me?" Felicia purred. "You could at least
let me lick you clean."
Charlotte staggered to her feet. "See your brother.
Have fun with him.
I'm going up to shower, then sleep."
On achy legs, she staggered upstairs, a warm feeling in
the pit of her stomach. A few minutes later, she stood
under the steady raining spray of the shower, thinking
about how much she had changed in such a short time and
how much George would like it.
Chapter 6
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George relaxed in the soft club chair, his eyes glued
to the large television screen. His prick ached
painfully. "Jesus Christ, Felicia," he moaned as the
film ended. "You wouldn't believe she was the same
person I married."
"She has changed, hasn't she." Felicia laughed, a low
sensuous laugh. "You really knew it was all buried
right below the surface. I sensed it myself the first
time I saw her standing at the door."
"The few times she let herself go in bed told me,"
George said. He sighed deeply. "I don't know how to
thank you."
"You don't have to thank me at all. It was a ball.
Christ, she's an animal once she gets started."
"Just like you, huh?" George said, leering at Felicia
and remembering the times he had been lucky enough to
make it with her.
"You certainly know how to pick them."
George leaned over anxiously on the edge of his chair.
"Well, I've seen the movies, when do I get to see
Lotty?"
"You're drooling, George." Felicia stood up, her silky
robe clinging to every delicious curve of her long
statuesque body. She walked like a cat toward the door,
every move a study in sexuality. Khan's sleek body
moved in sync with his mistress's.
She stopped at his chair, a long nail caressing down
his cheek. "Maybe the two of you will stop by some
evening for a visit. Craig and I can use a change once
in a while."
A tremor seized him. "After Lotty and I have a chance
to enjoy our new life together, I'll mention it to
her." He slapped the blonde playfully on the ass. "Now
bring me my wife or I'll tear the place down searching
for her."
Felicia smiled mischievously and went over to the door
and opened it.
"Come on in, Lotty. George is straining at the reins."
Charlotte came into the room wearing the same tight-
fitting jeans and sweater she had worn a week earlier
when she had first come to the house. The only
noticeable difference was in her face and the way she
moved her petite body. There was an aura of sexuality
about her, her face radiated it and she moved with a
catlike assurance, unlike the stiff way she used to
walk. Liquid sex was the only thing George could think
of as his wife came towards him.
Charlotte smiled. "I should be mad at you," she purred,
ruffling his dark wavy hair and perching her ass on the
arm of the big chair, her hip bumping into George's
arm. "I'm not mad though. But when I first found out,
killing you went through my mind." She laughed, not a
stiff laugh, but an open and honest one. She plopped
over into his lap, kissing him full on the mouth, her
tongue plunging into his surprised wetness.
"Unnnnnn," he moaned, devouring her tongue, the fire in
his balls raging out of control. He mauled her arms and
shoulders, groping for her tits.
"I'll leave you two alone," Felicia said, a satisfied
smile on her full, glistening lips.
Charlotte nodded to Felicia, sucking on George's tongue
and waving her hand with an air of casualness. "Ooooo,
George," she mewed, rubbing her soft denim-clad ass
against his prick. "Your cock is hard as a rock."
"From watching all those movies of you," he groaned,
his hands pawing her tits through her sweater as she
squirmed on his lap. "It drove me crazy, watching you."
"I'm glad," she murmured, feeling his hard-on throbbing
against her soft-rounded ass. "I'll bet Felicia turns
you on too, huh?" She reached down and wiggled her
fingers under her ass, jabbing his cock.
"She's sexy as hell," he groaned.
Charlotte purred, "Am I sexy?"
Christ, yeah," he moaned. He buried his face in her
neck, chewing on the warm flesh. "Sexiest bitch in the
world."
"Mmmmmmmm, I'm glad you think so," Charlotte sighed.
Already the fire in her pussy was spreading. "Did you
like seeing me with Khan?"
"Unnnnn, yeaaaaah," he moaned heatedly. The scent of
her sweet-smelling perfume attacked his senses. "I
almost creamed myself." He cupped a bare tit underneath
her sweater and squeezed the few meat.
"Oooooo, George." She pressed his band harder against
her tit. "How about the films of Felicia and me?" She
was swirling in a cloud of passion. "Did you like
them?"
"Shit, baby," he growled. He lifted her sweater, baring
her firm creamy tits. "It drove me out of my fuckin'
skull!"
She stood up, swaying on her feet in front of her
husband.
He leered at her heaving tits, the sweater up around
her neck. "Let's get out of here and go home," he
groaned. "I gotta fuck you."
"Why not here?" she asked, licking her lips. She
flipped her sweater up over her head and rubbed her
tits openly, brazenly, a thing she had never done for
George before. "I'm so hot, my sexy husband."
He stared at her, absorbing the change in her. She was
completely at ease, the hot sexy bundle he always knew
she could be. A lewd grin passed over his strong-
featured face. "Why not?" he said.
"I'm glad." Her fingers worked the zipper of her jeans.
She peeled them down and George watched them drop to
her ankles. She stepped carefully out of her jeans,
completely naked, her petite body perfectly shaped, her
reddish patch of pussy hair neatly trimmed. "You
surprised?"
"It's hard to imagine you like this. You always acted
so prudish, so shy." He forced back a lump in his
throat.
"I've always been like this, George." Her body swayed.
"I think you always knew it. I guess I was too backward
to admit it. But not anymore." She parted her cuntlips
for him, the red oozing gash visible to George's hungry
stare.
"It's marvelous losing all my damn hangups," Charlotte
added, feeling wonderful. She stepped to the side of
his chair. "Finger me, honey, my pussy's soaked."
George gouged his fingers through her moist cuntlips,
the juices flowing over his imbedded fingers. He felt
the tugging muscles inside her tight pussyhole.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" Charlotte humped her husband's fingers
with frantic jerking motions of her hips. "George,
ohhhhhh!" She rode his digging fingers, rotating her
trim hips in tight quick circles. "Ooooooo..."
Pulling away, she stood in front of him again. Her face
was flushed.
She snapped her fingers.
Khan, who was seated on the other side of the room,
loped over to her side. She hissed in her breath,
petting the obedient dog's large head. He licked her
thigh with affection.
"I used to be afraid of him."
George was out of his skull. The sight of his sexy wife
standing naked beside the giant, menacing-looking
Doberman staggered his mind. The film of her sexual
games were mild compared to seeing her here where he
could reach out and touch her while she played with the
black-haired, ferocious-looking beast.
Charlotte saw the expression on his face. "You're not
dreaming, my darling." She grabbed Khan by his studded
collar and pulled him over in front of her. She humped
her red-haired pussy into his snout slowly and
erotically. "Ooo, I love it when he licks me, honey.
His tongue goes soooo, soooo deep into me."
George's hand gripped his harden, it pounded like a
raging toothache. His entire groin was in agony. His
eyes were fastened on his wife's crotch and the dog's
beastly snout. He watched the hairy animal lick his
wife's cunt and lap up her seeping juices.
She pushed her cunt into the dog's muzzle with more
determination. "George! His tongue is wiggling inside
my cunt. I'm creaming on his tongue. God, it feels
good!" She stared at her husband, her eyes telling him
she was in bliss. "Am I making you happy?"
Wordlessly, George nodded, then he cleared his throat
while rubbing his cock through his pants. "Yeaaaaah,
baby!" His voice was laden with emotion. "You're
driving me out of my fuckin' mind!"
"I want to make you happy, George." She dropped to her
knees and crawled between her husband's legs. "I'm
going to make you real happy now, my darling."
Her fingers were quickly on his zipper, pulling it
down. She fished inside his pants. Her tiny hand wound
around the thick throbbing meat of his cock and she
lugged it out, whimpering with joy when she laid her
eyes on it. Her desire for her husband's cock was fully
evident in her sizzling hot gaze.
"Unnnnn, honey baby!" he groaned, delirious with
happiness as her hot hand milked and squeezed the shaft
of his aching prick. "Christ, I'm going out of my God
damn fuckin' mind!" He jabbed up into her tight fist,
his balls swelling with his rumbling cum.
"I'm glad," she moaned. "It's always going to be like
this." Her hand shifted up and down his cock. "There's
so many things for us to do together, now that I've-
been liberated from myself."
"Suck it, baby. Put my cock in your fuckin' mouth!" He
was wildly insane with lust for his wife.
"Like this?" She straightened up to bring her mouth to
his prick. Her hot, wet mouth engulfed his prick as she
swooped down on him. Her throat hummed, her mouth full
of his cockmeat.
George watched her in awesome amazement. She took the
entire length of his prick down her throat.
"Jessssssus!" he hissed, "GOD!" He jerked up, his prick
surrounded by her gripping throat muscles.
Slowly, scraping her teeth along his veiny prick, she
raised her scorching hot mouth off his cock, her eyes
misted with lustful adoration for her husband. She
looked at him, her tongue swiping across her lips.
"You are delicious, honey. You like the way I did
that?"
His voice was gone for the moment. Then he nodded.
"I practiced on Khan," she sighed. "I practiced a lot.
It's like swallowing a sword at the circus." She took
his pants down. "Lift."
George lifted his ass off the chair, his eyes still on
his wife's ass and the sniffing snout of the Doberman.
"Do it again," he groaned. "My pleasure."
She gulped his cock into her mouth again. Slowly, her
tongue fluttering, her teeth clamped tightly onto his
skin. She lowered her mouth until the hair of his groin
was flush up against her lips. She hummed and rippling
vibrations caromed through George's prick and balls.
Her fingers scratched his tight groin, clawing and
scratching, adding just a tinge of pain. It blended
exotically with the pleasures of her suckling mouth and
whipping tongue. "Oooo, baby," George groaned in a
daze.
He humped his groin into his wife's face, hurling the
head of his steel-hard cock down her gulping throat.
His hands balled into fists and he arched up off the
chair, his face turning red. His wife performed tricks
with her tongue whipping around his hard prick.
"Ahhhhhhh! Honey, Jesus!"
Charlotte pulled out all the stops. She wanted to show
her husband everything she had learned. She whipped her
wet tongue up and down the length of his rigid cock,
her head bobbing. She used her teeth, biting and
alternately sucking. She cradled his balls with her
hand and tried sucking the cum that was swelling the
aching sacs.
George twisted in the chair, his prick ready to burst.
During their entire marriage, she had only sucked him
twice, maybe three times in all, and he had had to do a
lot of pleading to get her to do it. Now she was
gulping down his cock as if she had been doing it all
her life.
"SUCK ME! CHRIST! Aghhhh! Your mouth is fantastic!"
Not wanting his cum yet, Charlotte pulled her mouth off
his cock. She looked up at him, a mischievous gleam in
her eye, her hand stroking his spit-soaked cock.
"George. You can't cum yet. I have so many things to
tell you. I want you to know everything."
"At home, baby," he groaned deliriously, "at home. My
balls are busting."
Charlotte giggled dirtily. "You always complained I
rushed. I just want to show you how much I've changed--
in every way."
George stared down at his ravishing, naked wife, his
eyes traveling to the huge Doberman who was sniffing
and licking her ass. He groaned. He was out of his
fuckin' mind.
"Tell me at home."
"Don't you want to see Khan lick my pussy... or watch
me play with his cock?" She was pouting like a small
child. "Please... I know it'll make you happy."
A load groan emanated from George's throat, followed by
an agonizing nod. He wanted to see her do the things
she mentioned, wanted to badly. He managed to bring
himself under control--an almost impossible feat.
"Mmmmmmm," Charlotte sighed dreamily, kissing her
husband's bulky cock as her ass wriggled back at the
dog. "His tongue is reaming out my pussy." Her voice,
like herself, was dripping with sex. "I like his tongue
in my pussy. It feels so wonderful."
George was reeling. It was a dream come true.
Charlotte rolled away from her husband's hard-on and
played with Khan-- a naked nymph romping on the floor
with the giant black dog. "He's sooo gentle too," she
purred to her husband, her hands ruffling up Khan's
fur. She wiggled her pussy, Khan's snout in between the
soft puffy folds. "He just loves pussymeat." Her legs
went up in the air. "Ooooo, his tongue is..." A shudder
racked her as Khan's teeth nipped her erect blood-
gorged clit.
George was hypnotically entranced. He sat numbly in the
chair, a frozen body, a slave to his own lust. "Make
his cock hard," he told his wife, his tone coming out
raspy and strained.
She giggled, rolling on the floor with the giant
Doberman, capturing Khan's prick with her hand. When
the dog fell to his side, she yanked his cock up and
down, her eyes on fire. She hungered to obey her
husband's every wish, yearned to make him deliriously
happy.
"See! See!" she squealed like a delighted child,
pointing out Khan's huge purplish-red cock that had
expanded to full-size. She looked to her husband. "I'll
do anything, anything you tell me."
"Lick it," he said at once, his eyes bulging.
Charlotte immediately lowered her mouth, her tongue
fully extended. She lapped from the dog's balls to his
cock tip, then back down again, her tongue sliding down
the sticky wetness. "Like that?" she asked, her eyes
bright. She needed to be reassured that her husband was
happy with the change in her.
She crawled on her knees to her husband, the Doberman
leaping to his feet and nuzzling his snout in her pussy
from the rear. "I've done so many things since I've
been here," she said to her husband, grasping his prick
in her small delicate hand. "I'm dying to show you
everything."
She kissed the tip of George's hard-on. "I love your
cock, my darling."
She licked his weighty balls, drenching them in her
bathing spit. Her tongue played along the inner flesh
of his thighs and then up under his balls, lavishing
her affection with his cock.
George was in a state of rapture. He had figured his
wife was going to be great, but he never expected this.
She was fabulous! "Has the dog fucked you?" he asked,
already knowing, but wanting to hear her say it.
Charlotte brought her mouth away from her husband's
prick. "Ooooh, yes, George," she sighed hotly, "he's
fucked me blind. His cock goes so fast when its inside
my pussy. He fucks great." She smiled dreamily at the
memory. "You wanna see him fuck me?"
"Not now," he groaned hoarsely, yearning to fuck her
himself. "I'll fuck you blind."
"You'll have to buy me a dog, George," she continued.
"A nice trained dog that likes pussy." She giggled
devilishly.
"I will, honey. Maybe Felicia will help us pick one."
"I know she will," Charlotte purred, stroking her
husband's cock with lazy pulls up and down his hard
prick. "Khan's licking my asshole with his tongue.
"Ooooooh! His tongue is wiggling inside!"
George couldn't control himself any longer. He shoved
his naked wife on the floor. "On your fuckin' back!"
She laughed, blissfully happy, tumbling over. Her legs
flailed, the dog going between them, licking her cunt
mound. She humped her cunt at Khan's digging snout,
looking up at George, watching him tear the clothes off
his body.
"We'll fuck my way," she told him, scrambling away,
Khan in hot pursuit.
George didn't care which way they fucked as long as he
buried his cock inside her sweet little pussy. It had
been a long week without her, an entire week without
fucking, and he was out of his mind. Like a madman, he
looked down at his wife with his leering dark stare.
"On your back, George. Get on your back," she purred,
fondling Khan's cock. "I'll ride you. I don't want you
shooting off your load too quickly." She glared at the
camera on the wall and smiled, knowing this film would
be a classic and that they would both enjoy watching it
again and again.
The muscles in his face tensed, his cock aching as if
it were his whole body. He had taken enough from his
teasing wife. He grabbed her by her dark-red hair and
hauled her to his raging prick.
"Suck it!" he demanded, wanting to blast her mouth with
his cum for the first time. "SUCK!"
She struggled, loving him more for taking command.
"No." She was adamant. "No!"
He slammed her face into his groin, jamming his hard-on
into her mouth. He lashed at her with his raging prick,
sinking it to the root in her throat, his balls
whacking her chin. She had driven him over the brink.
He didn't care about anything except filling her mouth
with his jizz.
With her mouth stuffed with cockmeat, she willingly
surrendered. Her arms snaked around his hips, and she
clawed his ass with her nails. Gagging, she adjusted to
his ramming plunges, working her mouth in unison with
his forward lunges, using her teeth to scrape along his
plummeting prick. She whipped her slashing tongue
across his cock head when he brought it out of her
tight gullet. George went insane. A week of abstinence
and now this bombardment of sexual stimuli all at once
transformed the horny husband in to an enraged madman.
He flushed, his muscular frame tightening, a demonic
glare in his eyes. His prick had swelled larger than
ever before and his balls rumbled with a fury. He
glared at the ceiling, seeing the camera that was
filming the entire fuck. It was knowing that this suck
was going to be on film that triggered the explosion in
his balls.
His prick burst like a spewing volcano, his body
quaking in a seismic shudder. Bubbling hot white cum
erupted from his piss slot and showered the back of his
wife's cock-stuffed throat. "I'm cumming, honey!" he
roared in ecstasy. "JESSSUS!" His fists grabbed his
wife's hair and he slammed her face over and over again
onto his squirting cock. A river of endless cum gushed
from the bloated head of his prick.
Charlotte's finger had worked its way to his asshole
and was now digging inside his wrinkled opening, making
him jerk wildly in a vain effort to stop her. She
swallowed the heavenly load of jism and savored each
gooey drop. Her mouth sucked like a vacuum, drawing the
stringy cum up from his emptying balls.
Small sensuous orgasms rippled through her as she used
the knowledge she learned from Felicia to please her
husband while he creamed her mouth, teeth, lips,
tongue, and gulping throat.
George spewed a constant torrent of viscid cum. His
legs buckled under the strain and he bellowed a
blissful howl. Jerking frantically, he jabbed her face
in a furious rampages his fingers losing their grip on
her hair. He lunged forward with a few final plunges,
his prick draining, his balls relieved of their
weighty, aching load. His few last jabs were less
demanding, easing, slowing as he skittered down the
other side of his fabulous orgasm.
Charlotte, her pussy inflamed and yearning for a cock,
took every last drop of his cum in her mouth. Her head
bobbed now as her husband slowed. She sucked and chewed
as his prick lost the unresisting hardness of steel and
slowly became the tender pliable muscle of soft
cockmeat. She beat her tongue on her husband's
shrinking prick then pulled away with a contented
smile. She fell back on the floor.
"Christ, baby," George groaned, his sanity returning.
"I couldn't help it. I had to cream your mouth."
"It doesn't matter. We have all afternoon to use this
room. Felicia is filming this all for us."
He nodded, his body numb. "I noticed."
Charlotte leered at his limp cock covered with cum and
spit. "I'm looking forward to getting you hard again.
We'll fuck while Khan fucks my asshole at the same
time."
"Has he--?"
"No, I've been saving that for us."
"Jesus, baby. You're the greatest!"
"Then come on down to the floor and let me prove it to
you so that you'll never forget it."
Chapter 7
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George got down on the floor with his naked wife. He
still marveled at the fantastic transformation that had
taken place in just one week. He grabbed her, pulling
her into his strong arms.
"I still can't get over the change in you, Lotty."
Charlotte melted into his heavenly embrace. Khan still
sniffed his cold nose at her ass. She rubbed her body
against her husband. Her body raged with a fiery
passion that only his cock could quench. She wriggled
out of his arms.
"What are you... going to do?" he groaned as her mouth
began a feverish descent from his neck to his belly.
"Eat your body while Khan licks me." She brought her
mouth back up to his nipples. "I want you to be
completely satisfied with the new me. I want to know
that you're deliriously happy and still in love with me
before we go home."
He looked at her and held her tenderly. The loving
silence and the way he cradled her told her what she
wanted to know.
"I do, baby. I do," he said with a gentle tenderness.
Her teeth began nipping him. "Christ, you're perfect!"
She looked up at him. "You haven't fucked me yet!"
She bent her head, ready and anxious to undertake the
task of getting him hard again. She clawed his taut
groin, her lips and tongue working overtime on the limp
piece of cock flesh lying on his thigh. She crawled
between his legs, perching her ass up for Khan's
delight. Her tongue slapped wildly on George's cock.
"Khan's tongue is fucking me, George. His tongue is in
my pussy."
George groaned his response. His head was in the
clouds. She was everything he had dreamed of. His
senses were being bombarded with sexuality--she reeked
of it. "How does it feel, baby? Tell me what Khan is
doing." With his passion sated for the moment, he was
able to revel in what the Doberman was doing to his
wife. A tremor seized him, seeing the dog's rump
swaying in back of Charlotte, knowing that his tongue
was touching and licking her cunt.
Charlotte slapped her tongue on George's limp prick and
stopped to speak. "His tongue is almost as deep in my
pussy as his cock when he fucks me." She bit her
husband's inner thigh flesh with playful nips. "Roll
over, honey."
George moaned as her mouth urgently followed him,
biting the cheeks of his ass. "Nnnnnn, baby!" Her
tongue was soaking the flesh of his ass and thighs.
"God damn, you're fantastic, honey!"
"We're going to be happy from now on," Charlotte mewed.
"Our sex-life will never be what it was again."
Her hand skimmed under his body, grasping his cock. As
she held his limp prick, she soaked his asshole with
her drool, then buried her face between his twin ass
cheeks and licked the wrinkled hole. Has hand squeezed
his prick rhythmically all the while.
George squirmed, his wife's mouth driving him crazy.
She stirred the embers in his balls, stoked the fire,
and brought his passion fire back to a roaring
incinerator again. He heaved a gasp, a moaning rumble.
"Inside! Stick your tongue in my asshole!"
"You want me to lick out your ass the way Khan is
licking out mine?" she mewed wantonly.
"Uhhhh... yeaaaaah..." He was delirious.
She purred, her nails scratching her husband's ass
cheeks. "Khan's tongue is in my asshole now. Ooooo,
he's reaming out my ass. Reaming it deep as hell!" She
plunged her face back to her husband's ass and plowed
her tongue into his-ass canal. She reamed George as the
Doberman reamed her narrow shitter. Khan's prick
throbbed, his tongue whipping deep inside Charlotte's
ass. He snarled, pressing his wet, snorting muzzle
beyond the wrinkled crack into her tiny asshole.
"Ahhhhhhnnnnn..." Charlotte's muted sounds were lost in
her husband's ass. She clawed George's groin,
manipulating his cock with her other hand. She licked
him down behind his balls, humming, sending vibrations
up through his body to his hardening prick, Craving to
show her husband everything she learned, Charlotte
crawled over to the coffee table and sprawled herself
out on her back, her ass scooting down until her pussy
was flush with the edge of the table.
"Watch me, George, watch me take the dog's prick."
George's prick was stiffening. He rubbed it, his eyes
following the contour of her petite naked body, her
legs opened wide for the giant Doberman's hulking cock.
"C'mon, you fabulous doggie. Khan! Fuck me! Show my
husband how good you are!" She humped her pussy in a
lascivious manner, her ass slapping against the smooth
surface of the table.
Khan whimpered at Charlotte and padded to the meaty
pussy that was being offered to him. Standing between
her outstretched legs, he licked upward along her pussy
crack, cunt-cream oozing out freely over his pointed
snout. He slurped around in the steamy depths of her
bubbling cunt.
George's mouth dropped. He came closer, feeling
Charlotte's tits and squeezing the pulpy meat. His
prick throbbed again. Blood gorged his prick again,
turning it once again into a piece of fiery steel.
Charlotte leered at her husband from glassy emerald
eyes. "His tongue is so deep!" She slapped the table
with her hands, and the dog immediately leaped up,
lunging his gigantic hard-on at the waiting hot oozing
pussy.
"Aaaaaaahhh! GEORGE! He's in MEEEE!" She met the dog's
thrusts with her jabbing hips, feeling his cock reach
deep. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" she said to Khan, mauling his
sleek hairy body, humping her cunt on his prick,
feeling his thick doggie cock stretch the tight
pulsating walls of her pussy.
Khan's eyes glowed. He licked Charlotte's flushed
cheeks, his hot breath warming her face. He whimpered,
his hind legs dancing, his heavy balls swaying and
haphazardly whacking into Charlotte's wet, juicy ass.
His neck strained, his fangs bared, his prick swelled
to the limit. He began to howl his pleasure.
Charlotte gave George a dreamy expression, her hips
jerking on their own power. "He's so deep! He's
stretching my pussy for your gorgeous cock, honey!"
"Your asshole. Let him fuck your ass!" His voice was
cracking with lust.
"Ooooooh, George." She began to jerk away from the
dog's lunging cock, her hands pushing the huge Doberman
away.
"Khan! No! No! Stop. I want you to fuck my ass."
Khan pulled out, whining, yelping, Charlotte's hands
shoving him away. He licked his long giant cock with
his thick broad tongue. There was cunt juice smeared
all over it.
"Oooooo, shit, George," Charlotte panted heavily. "Help
me roll over."
"I have a better idea. You ride me. The dog will fuck
you like you suggested earlier. I want both your holes
stuffed with cockmeat."
"Ooooo, yesssss," she moaned enthusiastically, rolling
off the table, her eye catching sight of her husband's
gargantuan prick. "Ohhhhh, yessssss." Exuberantly, she
pushed George onto his back and grabbed his cock,
straddling him.
George was amazed. He couldn't get over it. She was
definitely a sexual animal. He jabbed up, his hands
grabbing each tit.
"Noooo," she purred, dragging the head of his cock
through her seething cunt. "You lay still. It's my
show. When we're back home, I'll belong to you again,
body and soul."
George dropped back, willing to give in. Wasn't this
what he always wanted? He grunted, content to let her
have her own way. He was ecstatic!
Charlotte crammed the head of George's prick between
the loose puffy lips of her cunt, swallowing the
bulbous head. She released his cock and remained
poised, ready to pounce any second. She was reeling in
happiness. She rocked back and forth, the room
spinning, her passion bubbling in her veins.
"You ready?"
George nodded that he was ready.
Charlotte plunged down at once, impaling herself on his
stiff prick. She swooned, her body stuffed with her
husband's cockmeat. It was as if they were fucking for
the first time.
She held steady, unmoving, gazing into his face.
"You're throbbing, honey." She leaned back, her tits
pointing up at the ceiling. She clawed her way down her
body until she pressed a finger into her belly. "I can
feel you all the way up in here."
Quickly, she came back into position, keeping his cock
buried to the hilt, holding it tight with every muscle
in her overheated pussy.
"Khan! Come and lick." She slapped the jiggling cheeks
of her ass and leaned forward. Her tits huge in her
husband's face, enticingly accessible for him to paw.
Khan rushed over, his long red cock jutting out,
looking meaner and thicker than before. The pointed
cock tip seeped the jizz of his heavy balls. He caught
the exotic scent of Charlotte's turned-on body. He ran
his tongue from her cock- filled pussy up her ass
crack.
"Did you feel his tongue?" she asked her husband, her
mouth parted in a deliciously lewd expression as the
dog swiped his tongue along her deep ass crack.
George nodded, feeling the dog's tongue lap eagerly on
his balls and the base of his cock where the juices
from Charlotte's pussy had settled. "He's licking my
cock!"
"Like it?" she cooed, shivering in ecstasy. She bent
forward and licked her tongue across George's mouth.
"Uhhhh... his tongue is licking my ass now!" She swiped
her tongue over her husband's mouth again. "He's
licking me like that."
"Baby, baby, baby," he groaned, his hands anxiously
roaming over his wife's lithe, sizzling body. "Jesus,
honey!" He jabbed up, his prick throbbing in her tight
pussy.
"Not yet," she moaned. Her eyes rolled back in her head
from the force of George's jabbing cock. "Sssoooon.
Wait until Khan's cock is in my asshole first."
Anxious for it to happen, George reached around his
wife's hips and spread the firm cheeks of her ass,
exposing the delights of her wrinkled hold to the dog's
muzzle.
She wriggled, jabbing back at Khan. "C'mon... come
onnnnn!" she urged the dog. She was becoming frantic.
The desire to have her asshole plundered by the dog was
an overwhelming obsession. "Ooooo, fuck me, Khan. Fuck
my ass." She wiggled her cunt on her husband's cock.
George held her ass cheeks apart, the dog's tongue
cleaning his balls as Charlotte's pussy continued to
flow. He tightened, the look in his wife's eyes driving
him berserk. "Yessss, Khan, fuck her pretty little
asshole."
Khan's snout jabbed the round wrinkled opening. He
sniffed, then barked, his prick swinging like a bat. He
whimpered and nipped her ass, his passion pounding
inside his achy balls. Still whimpering, he jumped up,
his huge paws landing on Charlotte's back.
Charlotte groaned in heated desire, her small body
almost buckling from the dog's sudden jump. She grunted
under the weight of the giant hairy beast. "Oooooo,
George! Oooooo!" She held still, waiting for the dog to
rip into her asshole. "I'm frightened."
"Easy, baby," he soothed, keeping her ass cheeks apart
for the Doberman. He felt the dog trying frantically to
sink his cock into the tight canal of her almost virgin
asshole. "Easy. Relax."
Charlotte looked adoringly at her husband. "I'm glad I
saved my asshole until now." She gulped back a rising
panic, feeling the dog's prick whack into the flesh of
her ass cheeks. "Oooohh, Khan, do it! Do... AYIEEEE!"
Khan did! His cock sliced right through her wrinkled
opening and plunged deep in her asshole. He howled, his
jabbing body lunging. He pranced in closer, slamming
hard, ripping through her tiny asshole and cracking it
wide with his swelling cock.
Charlotte's head snapped back. "He's in meeeee! Ooowww!
He's ripping me apart! Ooooo, GOD!" She bucked and
bounced on the two cocks. Her pussy was being stuffed
with her husband's prick while her asshole was ravaged
by the beastly Doberman pinscher.
George weathered the fury of his wife's jerking and
floundering body. He could feel the pounding weight of
the dog as he lashed his wife's asshole with his doggie
cock. Her pussy pulsed against him urgently, and with
the dog stretching her asshole, he felt her pussy
tightened around his firmly imbedded cock. He was
stunned, feeling the jabbing strength of the dog
through the thin skin that separated the two delicious
holes.
"Ride it, baby, ride it!" He was still, letting her
adjust to the dog's cock ramming in and out of her ass.
"Oooooo, George!" She squirmed wildly. "It burnssss!
Ooooo, how it burns."
Tears were streaming down her cheeks from the pain. Her
head was whirling in agonizing pain and joy. It was a
toxic mixture. She came down on her husband, her face
buried in the crook of his neck, her ass poised, Khan
stabbed his cock at horrendous speed into her ass.
George held her, caressed her smooth back, his hands
brushing against the dog. It was exotic! "Fuck her!
Fuck her!" he chanted to the dog, swept up in the
moment. "Fuck her!"
The pain began to subside. Being in her husband's arms
and having his cock plugged inside her pussy helped.
She began to let herself float free, beginning to enjoy
her ass fuck.
"He'sssss... he's..." She pushed back, experimenting.
"Oooooo... George! George!"
"Yeaaaa, baby. Take us both on. Both our cocks." He
humped up, skewering her cunt with his meaty shaft,
making the warm creamy juices flow again.
Khan yelped, adjusting to Charlotte's movements as she
fucked the two cocks. His hind legs danced, his tongue
hung out and his black eyes were gleaming with a
passionate luster.
Charlotte welcomed Khan's ass-splitting cock. She
shoved back at him, catching the dog's rhythmic lunges
and smiling dreamily into her husband's face. "He's
fucking me blind, honey! I'm stuffed with doggie cock."
She used her cunt muscles on her husband's prick. "I'm
in heaven! Ohhhhhh, God, I'm in heaven."
She worked her ass in tight frantic circles, Khan's
whimpering cries and her husband's pleasurable grunts
were swirling her around and around in a whirlpool of
passion and excitement.
George began to pick up speed, his cock swelling in the
tight, snug greasy channel of her pussy. His hands
skimmed around and grabbed her tits. He mauled them,
his fingers digging into the soft supple mounds.
Man and beast fucked the tiny compact woman.
Mercilessly, they slammed into her-- George from the
floor slamming into the tightness of her cushiony soft
pussy and Khan from behind spearing into the tight
canal of her ass. Their thick aching cocks turned
Charlotte into a mindless body that bore the passion
and overpowering strength of them both.
Charlotte went berserk. She devoured both cocks with
her body, gulping up their driving meat with both her
holes. Her clit, swollen and puffy with blood and lust,
scraped into her husband's groin, sending hot sharp
jolts of pleasure through her entire frame. She looked
down at her husband and watched his hands manhandling
her tits.
"Ooooo, I feel you both. You're making meeee... ooo...
making me crazy!" She jerked between them, George's
hard, muscular frame beneath her, Khan's hard, hairy
body behind her, his paws clamped to her sides, his
hind legs rubbing her thighs. She wallowed in both man
and beast fucking her, her mind slowly floating out of
reality and into a fuzzy world of heavenly sensations.
George held her tits, his ass humping, his cock lancing
her pussy with a flurry of wild jabs. His ass thumped
methodically.
Khan, yelping like a lost puppy, drove the naked woman
forward with each frenzied stab of his prick. His heavy
balls seemed to rumble their approaching eruption. He
leaned forward, his hairy frame covering the silky
smooth skin of Charlotte's body.
"Cummmmmm," Charlotte growled, her eyes showing passion
and ardor.
"Cummmm! Cummmm! Cummmmmm!"
She was out of her mind. The two plunging cocks had
robbed her of her sanity. She twisted against the
invasion of her pussy and ass, sinking lower and lower
into the murky depths of depravity and lust.
"Cream my cunt, George," she rasped hungrily.
"Cummmmm!" Her head twisted around and she saw the
demonic-looking beast fucking her ass. "Cummmm, fill my
ass with your doggie cum!" She ground her cunt into
George's groin, an explosion careening through her
small frame. She was cumming!
"Yessss, baby! You cum!" George pounded his cock into
his climaxing wife, tattooing her pussy with a strength
he didn't know he possessed.
"CREAM MY COCK! CUM!"
Charlotte swirled around the summit, her clit raw from
the friction, her head was swimming, her pussy in
spasms, her ass devastated by the Doberman's cock. In
the midst of her whirling orgasm, she opened her mouth
and her eyes popped.
"He's cumming! Khan's creaming me with his junk!"
Khan's growling snarls echoed in the room and blended
with Charlotte's shrieks of joy. His cock spewed a
deluge of cum into Charlotte's waiting, grasping
asshole. Harder and faster, he pounded the small-framed
woman, his cock sinking deep into her ass. His cum
squirted even deeper, his cock releasing a torrential
downpour of the hot, liquid spume.
"My belly! He's shooting it into my fuckin' belly!"
Explosive convulsions racked Charlotte's body and she
wrenched herself between the two spearing cocks. A hot
searing jolt ripped like lightning through her spastic
cunt and she soared.
"I'm cumming, darling!"
Babbling cries of idiocy followed. Her orgasms rendered
her speechless, unable to utter anything but a gurgling
cry. Her body contorted into twisting, churning
gyrations, forming unbelievable positions as wave after
wave of crashing orgasms beat upon her distraught body.
George, swept up in the fury of his wife cumming and
the giant dog creaming her ass, exploded. Jet streams
of cum blasted from his prick, shooting deep and
filling his wife's cunt quickly.
Thrashing and writhing between two plowing cocks,
Charlotte's body drank in the spraying cum that drowned
her. Greedily, Charlotte's body absorbed the doggie
jizz and the hot squirting cum of her husband. She
gurgled as if the cum were filling her throat. Her red
hair slashed across George's face as she writhed. Her
arms buckled, and she finally collapsed, her ass still
being skewered by Khan's spurting prick.
Khan's hind quarters shoved his prick deep, the last
few squirts of his doggie spume flooding her ass
completely. He yelped and pulled out. His prick was
sore, rapidly shrinking back into the safety of its
thick-skinned sheath. He whimpered, sniffed and licked
the hole he just plundered, lapping up the goo that
oozed from her tiny asshole.
Khan went whining off across the room, away from the
growling, moaning human bodies on the floor.
With her body unencumbered by the dog's heavy weight,
Charlotte was able to give full vent to George and his
still spouting cock. She hauled herself up, bouncing on
him and swung around, clawing the air as another
eruption burst deep inside her scalding cunt.
George's eyes bugged-out at his wife. His hips lunged
up and down like untiring pistons, turning her pussy
into a thick soup of cum. His hands gripped her with
urgency and he plowed her with a vengeance, his prick
jettisoning the last of his load. With a roaring grunt,
he stopped, depleted, completely satisfied for the
first time in his life and their marriage.
A swirling climax spiraled up through her pussy. She
squealed an unearthly sound and froze. A quivering
rumble shook her body. She looked at George, saw his
smiling face through a haze, then twitched on him. She
slipped easily into a light faint.
George eased her off him and held her in his arms until
she recovered.
* * *
Later, after they dressed, George and Charlotte stood
at Felicia's front door, where a prudish Charlotte had
first entered seven dates earlier.
"Come and see us sometime," Felicia said to them,
planting good-bye kisses on their cheeks.
"We will," Charlotte promised, after looking at George
for his approval. She glanced around. "Where's Craig?"
"Here I am," he answered, leading a huge gawky Doberman
by a leash. "We have your present here."
"He's almost as well-trained as Khan," Felicia told
them. "The rest is up to you. His name is Matsu and
Khan is his father."
"Oooooh George, isn't he gorgeous?" Charlotte bubbled.
"I don't know what to say!"
"Say, you'll both come back and visit once in a while,"
Craig put in.
"We will," George assured them. "We'll call you in a
week or two."
"Don't forget to bring Matsu," Felicia said, her eyes
on Charlotte. She winked. "With two dogs we can really
have a ball."
George and Charlotte made their way down the path with
their new pet, a whole new life spread out before them.
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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