LB-1084 Filmed With Dogs
by Bob Wallace

Chapter 1


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


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


"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, "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 lightheadedly, 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


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."

'fit 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


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 cuminggg!" His voice roared like thunder and ricocheted off the 
four walls. His spouting prick saturated Charlotte's pussy with its 
continuous load. "I'm cuming!"

"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 cum 
... ingggg 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 cuming 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


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. "Oooooo! 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


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 
cuming!

"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 cuming! 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 cuming 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."

"Ooooo, 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
