SONYA'S PET LOVER
By Carole Wilson


Chapter 1

Vicky Ling could hear the birds of the small park in Hong Kong with exceptional
clarity as she lay on the blanket and sunned herself in the warm late June afternoon.
Off in the background, she could also hear the laughter of children and their parents.
The mixture of rapid Chinese and English hardly disturbed her, though, as she lay
immersed in thought. It had been a long hard year, and now that she had a full four
months to herself, she found that she did not know what to do with her time. Even
though the sun was almost directly overhead, she did not squint her almond-shaped
eyes against the glare. Her lush bikini-clad body was spread out on the blanket,
exposing as much of her shapely form to the tanning rays of the sun as possible. Not
that she really needed to become more tan then she already was. In fact, her brownish
yellow skin looked as though it was perpetually tanned. Her Oriental ancestry gave her
an even deep tanned look which could only come, in other people, from sunning
themselves in the nude. As it was, Vicky often did lay in the nude, enriching the
luscious hue of not only her round face, torso and long tapered legs, but her full,
melon-shaped breasts and cuntal area as well. Here in the public park, though, she
knew it would not be a good thing to expose herself to the limit of her voluptuous
form. No matter what she herself might think there were laws about such things in
public, and even though she was somewhat of a star, she would never be able to get
away with it.
Slowly, sensually, shifting her body slightly, she felt the warm rays of the sun pierce
through the skimpy cotton top of her white bikini, filtering through the cloth to bathe
her breasts in a luxurious dry heat, and the nipples of her brownish-yellow mounds
suddenly swelled into erection at the wonderful feeling. And with the swelling, came a
faint tingling in her loins, the tingling she could not erase ever since Roger Drendel had
left her the day before.
She couldn't be sure in her mind how she should feel about Roger having left her. He
was certainly the best lover she had had in a long time, perhaps the best she had ever
had in her twenty six years of life, although that would take a great deal of thought. She
had had so many since coming to Hong Kong to make her fame and fortune in the
movies made there. Still, a man like Roger Drendel doesn't come by every day. It was
just a sheer stroke of luck that she had met him at all. Even though she knew any kind
of a relationship with him couldn't last, he could at least have been a little less cold
about packing up and leaving the way he had. To think, he had lived with her for a
whole week, accepting her house, her food, her bed without so much as a thank you.
True, he had given her some of the most incredible orgasms she could imagine, but she
had done the same to him. That had been give and take. The least he could have done
was give her his address in London in case she should ever go to his home city. The
bastard. After she had allowed him to roam his hands over the sensually soft flesh of
her body, squeezing and kneading her full, pliant breasts, tweaking the hardened
nipples and running his finger along the moist slit of her vagina at the same time while
she stroked the throbbing hardness of his lust-swollen cock...
And now all she had of him were memories. That was what pissed her off the most.
Roger had simply told her that it was time for him to move on, and she knew that there
was nothing she could do to keep him with her. Despite his cultured background, he
preferred to look as though he wasn't really sure where his next meal was coming from.
He was traveling around the world on his father's money, having nothing better to do,
and Vicky was certain that he could have stayed in Hong Kong with her longer, if he
had wanted to. As she laid on her blanket with her deep black eyes closed, she could
picture him as she remembered him... thick, soft, almost white hair barely covering his
ears, the rugged look of a person who spent more time on a ski slope than anywhere
else, a muscular body that spoke blatantly of the fact that he was active and hard
driving, and between his legs, the largest cock she had seen in the year and a half she
had been in Hong Kong.
And his eyes...! His eyes had been a pale, steely blue, globes that looked more through a
person than at one. They were eyes that said there would be no discussion about what
he believed to be true... and he believed that he had to leave. Vicky could still feel the
piercing quality of his eyes as he told her, the day before, that it was time for him to
move on.
"Sorry, Vicky," he told her in a voice that was so matter of fact it was almost cold and
heartless, "but I gotta go. You're not the only woman with a cunt between her legs."
He spoke without looking at her as he packed his suitcase, and Vicky had hoped that
he would at least give her his address. But it was not to be. She stood at the doorway to
her bedroom wearing nothing but the bottom of her bikini, in the hopes that the sight
of her voluptuous body would encourage him to stay a little while longer. It had been
useless, though. While she was tied to the thriving city, Roger had other places to go.
He wanted to take as much time in going across the United States as he could. "After
all," he said, "it's my father's money, and he doesn't have anything else to do with it but
let me spend it."
"Why don't you spend some more of it here?" she asked him, trying to keep the hurt
sound out of her voice.
"It's like I told you... I don't like to spend any more time in a place than I have to. I
never intended to spend a full week here to begin with."
"Has it been so terrible being with me?"
"No... In fact, it's been pretty good. You're the best lay I've had since I've been away
from home these past five months, but you're not the only woman in the world."
"Is that all I was to you... just a good lay?" Roger stopped his packing as though he
were trying to think of an answer, and then he resumed his work without giving her
one.
"So that's it, isn't it," she said, half screaming, half crying. "I was just a resting 
place for your cock. You don't give a shit about anything or anyone but yourself."
"Lover, that's the only way to survive in this world. If you haven't learned that by now,
you're really in sad shape. I'll bet you didn't get to where you are now by being just
cute. You had to put that body of yours to good use, right?"
His words then had burned through her mind, and as she remembered them, she found
that they still made her feel uneasy.
"All right," she told him as he searched the room with his eyes to see if he were leaving
anything behind. "I'll admit I've had to use my body to climb to where I am. But we
have something really nice going right now. And you want to end it all just because you
want to see something else, right?"
"Right." And with that, he walked off, hopped into a cab and was gone.
Now, laying in the park, Vicky could see why she had become so attached to him. Even
though he thought of her as little more than a good lay, he had given her as much as he
had taken from her... in her bed, anyway. In that respect, he was a great deal better
than most of the men she had met since she had come to Hong Kong., So many things
had happened in that year and a half that it seemed like ages ago. She never would have
dreamed that she would become what she was so quickly.
Ever since she could remember, she had wanted to be an actress. She was the adopted
daughter of a middle class American couple in San Francisco. She had been ten when
she was finally taken by them, and they had encouraged her dreams by allowing her to
act in as many places in and around the city as she liked. But it had not been enough.
All the actors and actresses were either in New York City or Hollywood, and she did
not have enough faith in herself to go to either place. She had heard too many stories of
men and women going to Hollywood especially, only to find that for every acting
position, there were hundreds of applicants. The thought of failure was something she
could never take. She remained in the Bay Area, working in small night clubs and local
productions and keeping her eyes and ears open in the hopes that she would hear of
something that would give her a break.
And then it came! She heard of a man who was coming to San Francisco to look for
fresh faces in the Oriental Martial arts films he was making in Hong Kong. He would
be holding auditions in her city, and she decided that she had, by this time, nothing left
to lose. She was beginning to realize that no one from Hollywood would call her,
especially if she did not make her presence to them known. She decided that she would
risk failure and try out for some of the parts he was offering.
Alvin Silver was his name, and when Vicky arrived at the theater where he was giving
tryouts, she found that there were several hundred other people there as well. She
thought of just giving up and going back home, but she put that thought out of her
mind. Here was her break. True, she would not be trying out for a major Hollywood
film, but if she made it here, she could gain enough experience and exposure to make
her name known in Hollywood. It might be a start for her. She had not been virgin
then, having slept with one or two men, but until she tried out for the parts being
offered, she had always thought sex should be reserved for men she liked. Alvin Silver,
however, had other ideas. The nice-looking middle aged man had taken a special
interest in her, noting that Vicky was lucky enough to have an almost perfect body with
strangely mysterious Oriental features. Alvin singled her out from the line-up of other
girls and told her to meet him in his dressing room before the audition. She had, fully
aware that he wanted to fuck her. If she didn't go along with him, she would not be
hired. Not that she minded, really. He was rather handsome... and his fucking was as
good as any she had had.
Alvin must have thought she was well worth it, because a week later, she had gotten a
letter with a plane ticket to Hong Kong, where Alvin made his movies. She took her
chance then, saying good-bye to her adopted parents and leaving home for the first time
in her life.
The work was like nothing she had expected though. She thought Alvin worked. the
same way major Hollywood producers did, making something like one movie every
three months or so. She had been wrong. Alvin worked almost around the clock,
making a new movie at least once a week. Vicky, as well as everyone else in the pictures
were kept in the same area day after day, with little time to themselves from one picture
to the next. It was during this intensive filming that the alluring Oriental met John
Merril, one of the regular stars of Alvin's movies. He was an American, and generally
played the part of an American government official working in the far East. Because of
her mysterious, sensuality quality, Vicky often played the part of a spy working against
him, and it became almost routine to have a seduction scene involving John and Vicky.
The luscious Chinese-American was hardly bothered by the scenes, though. John was a
very handsome man, and it was after only four of these movies together that the two of
them married, adding a strong touch of reality to the scenes they play together. In
between pictures, John and Vicky spent most of their time in bed together, and the
somewhat inexperienced starlet learned all the sexual delights her husband could teach
her. The cock sucking, the cunt licking, the ass-fucking, all were things Vicky had 
never done, and she found that she loved them all with John. And John, to show his
appreciation for Vicky's eagerness to learn, got her a full year contract with the
company. Finally, after so many years of dreaming and working, Vicky was at last a full
time actress. Her career was finally intact.
With her security came more and more important parts in the company's movies,
including more seduction scenes with men other then John. Neither she nor John
seemed to mind that the other took on as many lovers as was possible. John, however,
finally had enough of the rigors of acting, and had decided to settle down with a quiet
girl from Kansas City he met while she was vacationing in Hong Kong. Still fond of
Vicky, though, he had given her a bank account totaling twenty-five thousand dollars
before he left. Vicky thought the arrangement was more than fair.
As she stretched her full, evenly dark body out on her blanket, she thought of the
money. She had a pretty good idea what she would do with it. She was getting a little
tired of the almost army-like way she was living now, and she was certain now that she
would be able to handle the cameras of Hollywood now. The money John had left her
would allow her to live in comparative comfort while she made her way into the major
motion pictures of America. Now that she had a great deal bf time on her hands,
having finished a full twelve months of filming, she was thinking more and more about
going back to America. After all, even though she had a steady job, it was not bringing
her the fame she thought she should have.
Or she had thought that up until a week ago. That was when she had met Roger. It had
been her first free night after filming, and she had gone to one of the most expensive
places in Hong Kong to celebrate... and perhaps decide if she wanted to stay or take a
chance and leave.
While she was sitting and talking to some of the people she filmed with, being able to
speak both Chinese and English, she saw a young man looking at her on the other side
of the room. It was plainly evident from the lascivious expression on his face that he
was gazing at her full, out-thrust breasts and her shapely, firm thighs, exposed nearly
fully, her silk robe having ridden up nearly to her nylon panties. Vicky found herself
attracted to the muscular, handsome young man, and she sauntered over to the empty
stool next to him.
"Like what you see?" she asked him, her eyes dancing with predatory delight. Now that
she was closer to him, she could see that he was expensively dressed. At first glance, she
had thought he might be just another of the many poor students who come through the
city, but she could tell now that it was because of his casual way about presenting
himself. She noticed that he was smiling at her knowingly, as though something he had
thought were finally confirmed.
"I like pretty much what I see. You're Vicky Ling, aren't you?"
The thought that she was actually recognized by him filled her with a great deal of
professional pride. But it was unusual enough for her to ask him how he knew her. No
one had ever asked her before. She had to tell them. "Some people collect stamps, I
watch Martial Arts films. A body like yours is hard to forget. I must have seen a good
twelve movies you've been in. Most of them made after you and John split up."
Vicky smiled and nodded. Those had been some of her most enjoyable movies. After
John had left, there was no need to even pretend discreetness in the seduction scenes
with other men. After the filming, Vicky and her co-star would retire to one of several
bedrooms and finish what they had started.
"You're acting is pretty shallow, but you sure look like you really get into those guys
you're supposed to fuck."
He spoke with a cultured British accent, and his use of words seemed totally strange.
"And what do you think, now that you've seen me for real?"
"The camera doesn't do that body of yours justice. That ass of yours really swivels."
Although Vicky generally liked to keep her sexual relations to people she knew, even
though she might know them only slightly, she felt a strong, familiar tingling in the
presence of this young man. The fact that he had recognized her made him someone
special to her. Her eyes followed the muscular torso down to his crotch, where she
could see that his cock was starting to balloon. Fucking this kid might be a lot of fun,
she thought, and she invited him to her apartment, lavish, though hardly lived in while
she worked. As soon as she had closed the door behind her, she looked at him hungrily,
and began undressing him in her living room.
"You don't like to waste time, do you?" he said almost sarcastically.
"Not with one of my fans, I don't," she replied.
"Besides, it's not every day I get to fuck a prince whatever you are."
As she helped him pull down his well-made yet casual pants, she saw his tight briefs,
stretched almost to the tearing point by the swell of his massive cock.
"I'm just a guy who's trying to make it with as many women around the world as I
can."
"Looks like you're gonna make it with a famous person this time," she said, engulfing
his mouth with her moistly open lips waiting to receive his hot, young tongue. When it
entered her, she wrapped their tongues around each other, clinging that way for several
moments, their warm, moist tongues passionately caressing at the tips. His large, strong
hands joined her slender waist, and she moved hers up beneath his arms to engulf Iris
strong, powerfully built shoulders, their loins rubbing tightly against one another in
erotic sensuality.
For a moment, she couldn't believe she was doing this. He was a total stranger to her at
that point. She didn't even know his name. In a way, it made this man something
different than any she had fucked. She was not using his body to advance her career
with him. She was being treated to pure sensual delights with no obligations on any
one's part. It made her feel more abandoned than she ever had. Her eyes were finally
fixed on the massive swell of his penis. She could not remember ever having seen one
like it. It was the largest she could remember, and the thought of having it rammed
between her legs made her all the more anxious. The head alone looked like a tightly
clenched fist about to ram through her now seeping cuntal lips.
He pulled his face away from hers and noticed that she was gazing wantonly at his
cock.
"Pretty good piece of meat, right? I haven't heard any complaints from any women
between London and here," he teased, waggling his naked hips to make the still
hardening, thick length of lust-aroused flesh sway back and forth in front of her sex
glazed eyes. "I may talk like a prince or whatever," he mocked her, "but I fuck like a
king."
"I can believe it, lover," she gasped in admiration, reaching out with both hands to curl
her slender fingers and thumbs around its hardening, fleshy heat, the smallness of her
Oriental hand totally unable to completely encircle it, the width of both her soft,
slightly-yellow hands leaving the heavy-veined cock protruding at both ends of her
grasping feminine fist!
He grunted lustfully to the feel of her sudden possession of it, slowly pressing his hips
forward and sliding its thick, comparatively white foreskin moistly back to completely
expose its swollen, blood-filled head. A small, glistening drop of pre-semen appeared to
partially hide the little split at its smooth, rubbery tip. Her mouth watered, his
masculine scent rising up from his sperm-filled balls and sharpening the sexual appetite
he had already unleashed within her.
"Don't you think something as wonderful as my cock deserves a kiss?" he said, his voice
thick with the lust she was arousing.
Vicky emitted a sensual moan of guttural desire from the depths of her throat as she
leaned forward, licking first with her warm, eager tongue to flick away the minute
bubble of hot, salty fluid from the tiny eye of his virile, young cock. It was like a drug
affecting her mind, its manly taste bending her consciousness with overwhelming
flames of passion. She kissed and licked it while she held the thickly swollen length in
her tightly milking hands, her head mindlessly filled with the pungent male aroma of
him. She heard his groans of sexual delight and felt the wild vibrating along the thick
length of his throbbing penis as she teased it mercilessly with her wet, swirling tongue,
sensations of new and unexplored lust churning deliciously up between her thighs and
setting to flow the vaginal juices of her already warmly seething pussy.
She squirmed to her knees in front of him as she tongued the underside of his rapidly
rising hardness, sensing the heated moisture which had seeped from between her
excitedly throbbing pussy lips to leave a dark stain against the front of her silk robe,
having soaked through the thin nylon panties up between her full, caressing thighs.
Visions of lust-fulfilling enchantment for hours to come flooded her brain with a wild,
all-consuming hunger. She opened her mouth wide, looking up to him so he could
watch, her thin yet full lips gleaming wetly. Her almond-shaped eyes were glazed with
her lust, and she met his pale-blue eyes unseeingly. Then she pressed her head forward
and tightly fastened them to the tip of his cock and let them slide slowly and moistly up
over the smooth rubbery head, locking them behind the soft fleshy rim while she licked
and teased maddeningly with her tiny swirling tongue. Her cheeks drew greedily
inward at it, while one hand moved down to scoop the heavy fullness of the cumbloated
balls freely swinging between his legs.
"Shit, Vicky... all those movies must have really taught you how to suck cock. I'm
gonna fill that mouth of yours with a river of sperm," he hissed at her, clutching her
head with both hands and running his fingers through her long, shiny black hair.
It was hardly the movies that had taught her, though. She had learned from actual
practice... and she had practiced as much as she could, deriving an all-encompassing
delight in having a man's penis in her mouth. She loved to draw out warm male sperm
from the tip of a hardened cock with sucking lips and hot caressing tongue. And she
was having that delight right now. Sucking almost vampirishly as he stood there before
her, slithering his huge, stiffened penis further and further back toward her hungrily
waiting throat.
"he was not sure if she would be able to take the whole thing in her or not. It was so
huge... but she had to try! She wanted to feel the first shot of hot sticky sperm against
her throat and straight down into her burning belly. She wanted to show him how
much she appreciated his recognition of her... as well as to taste and revel in his thick
drenching cum. God! Oh, God! The thought that he might stay for more than just a
night filled her with still more passion. She knew he would want to lick and suck her
hot, insatiable cunt as a reward for what she was doing to him. All sorts of sexual
pleasures with this young man were possible. She tried to imagine his thick penis in her
ass, but it would be nothing compared to his tongue worming through that vertical,
dark-hair fringed mouth between her dark thighs. A man like this would know how. He
was a man who really knew how to love a woman, she thought as she gently pressured
his sperm-bloated balls and sucked his mouth-stuffing cock with the gasping breath of a
person who had bitten off more than she could chew. It slipped down into her eagerly
swallowing throat, her mouth stretched wide with the hugeness of its long thick
hardness, the warmly pulsating head a raging ecstasy of near-choking enthrallment with
every thrust.
Then it happened, finally...
He tightened his fingers in her jet-black hair, ramming that inhumanly, delectable cock
down her wanting throat, and with her mouth stretched almost painfully, her
maddening desire for him screaming through her with insane passion, she had let him
use her however he wanted.
His thick, fire-filled hardness erupted like a volcano. Flooding spasms of his lava-like,
thick cum filled her mouth, and she could not swallow rapidly enough. For a moment,
she thought that she could climax along with him, rubbing her firm thighs together to
catch the quivering erect nub of her tiny clitoris between her excitedly flushed pussy
lips. But she couldn't. So she continued sucking... milking his emptying balls and
swallowing the nectarous taste of his hot, virile, sweet-tasting cum, the slavish act
lustfully stoking her want and need all out of proportions.
And after he had finished his orgasm, she had led him to her bedroom. It was then
when he had finally taken to playing with her wildly lust-hungering cunt, kissing and
licking it with a knowing lover's knowledge before they had both finally collapsed.
And now it was over. She had never known a lover like Roger Drendel, and she was
almost sure she never would again. For a full week, she had lived like a member of a
two-person orgy, delighting in not only the old, familiar ways of making love Vicky had
learned in her year and a half away from home, but in some new and exciting ways
Roger had picked up in his travels. The young man brought a new and vibrant spark to
Vicky's life, a spark that came from loving a man with no obligations or strings
attached. Throughout her acting career, Vicky had fucked men only to further or
enhance her own status. But Roger showed her that love between two people can be
had simply because it's fun...
And now he was gone. He had just taken off on her, much in the same way she had
taken off on many of her lovers.
The voluptuous Oriental began to think of her life in a new and totally different way,
now that Roger was gone. In the year and a half that she had been acting, she had very
little to show for it. Money to keep her secure, of course, and an almost endless stream
of lovers. But her life was as empty as she could imagine a life being. It was getting so
that the very act of sex itself was beginning to bore her. Her career had not turned out
the way she thought it might, even though she would fuck men who could advance her.
Now, as she lay sunning herself in the small public park, she could feel a slight wave of
depression coming over her. She thought of the person she had been in San Francisco,
and of all the dreams she had... dreams of becoming famous and rich... of having people
recognize her where ever she went. And how had everything turned out? She was
almost as unknown as she had been when she left home. And the endless chain of
men... In a way, there were times when she felt like a little more than a cheap whore...
worse. At least whores got paid for what they did. Vicky could see that all the sex... all
the love making... had been done virtually for nothing. And there were times when she
didn't even like the men she fucked. She thought of the sixty year old camera man she
had sucked off so that she could get a better close-up from him. She thought of the
script-writer, a blatant homosexual and unquestionably the worst lover she had ever
had.
He had sodomized her, and although she had nothing against ass-fucking, his had been
the worst. And all for giving her a few more lines in the movie she was making at the
time. And where had it all led? The only person who had finally recognized her had left
as though she was a common nobody.
Well, she thought, perhaps she was. Perhaps she was living in a dream world, a world
where she thought she was important but really wasn't. It was a sobering thought, but,
as she took a deep breath, she could see that it was true. It had been fun at times,
making one movie a week. She could not deny the fact that, even though there were
men she had not liked fucking, there had been several who would always stand out in
her mind. Perhaps it was a good thing that Roger had left the way he had. She could
see that even though she was secure now, it could all be taken away from her. She had
no foundation in her life. She was living each day at a time, and although she thought
she was making preparations for the future, she really wasn't. She had been content to
take what ever came along in the hopes that it would lead her to something. And she
could see now that it had been like running on a tread-mill.
But it wasn't too late to change, she thought to herself. She was being pressured to sign
another contract with the company, and she had been thinking long and hard about it.
She was torn between two conflicting thoughts. One told her that she needed more
experience in acting, and that she should stay on with the company to gain that
experience. The other idea, one that was becoming stronger and stronger in her mind,
was that she was wasting her time, that she could do better on her own, and that she
should take the money she had saved by working hard and try to make it on her own.
At the moment, the last thought, while a little frightening, was looking better and better
to her. It might take a little more time to make up her mind, but she could see the way
she was leaning now. Perhaps now that she was away from the pressure of work for a
full four months, she would be able to think more clearly and reach a decision. She
knew it would be the most important decision of her life... more important, in fact, than
the one which had brought her to Hong Kong. And she knew she would have to make
it alone. She had no friends in the British city to help her.
As she lay on her blanket, warming in the sun, she suddenly felt a cold chill pass across
her full, ripe breasts, as though a shadow was on her body, blocking the warming sun
rays. She slowly opened her eyes to see what had caused the shadow, and when she saw
what it was, she opened her eyes wide in surprise and raced her hands to her breasts in
an instinctive move of protection.
There, hovering over her body, was the largest German shepherd she had ever seen,
bending his head to sniff at her jiggling yellowish mounds of flesh. She drew her body
away from him in half fright, half wonder, and her actions seemed to startle the huge
beast. Vicky could see that there was nothing threatening about him, and as she sat
there, watching him watch her, she called out to him, holding her hand to show that
she did not want to hurt him.
"Come here, fellow," she said in a soothing voice. "I'm not going to hurt you if you're
not going to hurt me."
For a moment, the dog looked at her with wondering eyes. He had a hungry look about
him, as though he hadn't had anything to eat in almost a day. Yet, in a way, he looked
as though he was used to being taken care of. His coat, a deep, rich brown with a white
breast, was shiny, and carried only a hint of dirt and filth from living out doors. The
dog cocked his head to one side as he looked at Vicky's black almond-shaped eyes,
wondering if her soothing voice meant that he would not be mistreated. He finally
decided to take a chance, and he came over to her, rubbing his head against her hand
and sitting while she stroked his body.
The lovely Oriental actress looked around to see if there might be some people coming
for the dog. She was already growing fond of him, and she decided that if no one came
for him, she would keep him. He was very handsome at the moment, and Vicky, with
her vivid imagination, could see that once he was cleaned up and fed, he would look
even better. She had never had a pet, and it seemed to her that this dog might very well
fill the bill. He was friendly, handsome... and she needed something on which she could
depend. For a full half hour, the shapely Oriental played with the dog, all the while
listening and watching to see if someone claimed him. Finally, as the sun began to set,
she decided that the dog must be lost, or had run away from his owners, or was turned
out... or something. At any rate, she decided that she would take him home with her.
He could provide her with the companionship she found lacking from many of the
people she knew.
"How'd you like to come home with me, big fellow?" she asked, and she could see from
the happy expression on the dog's face that he very much wanted to go with the
alluring woman, and he hopped and jumped around when he saw that Vicky was about
to leave the park and take him with her. "I sort of thought that you might like that,"
she said, bending her ripe body over at the waist and patting him on the head. "And as
long as you're going to belong to me, I think I have the right to give you a new name. I
don't even know if your last owner was Chinese or not, so I don't know if you
understand English. Well, no matter. I think I'll call you Ching. That means "Change"
in Chinese, and something tells me that you might be bringing me a great deal of
change."
The huge German shepherd seemed happy enough with both his new name and his
new owner, and he followed close by Vicky's heels while she walked through the park
and along the seven city blocks to the apartment. For the first time since she had been
away from home, Vicky felt as though there was purpose and meaning to her life. She
knew that Ching would not run off on her the way Roger had... not if she treated him
well.
When she finally got to her apartment, the door man noticed the great beast entering
with her. He could hardly help it.
"Good evening, Miss Ling," he said to her as he held the door open for her. He knew
she acted in the movies, even though he had never seen her on the screen. As he gazed
intently at her scantily clad body, he could feel his cock swelling in his pants. He knew
of her reputation for sexual pleasure and freeness, and he hoped that there would come
a time when she showed him a little of her talents. She had only been living steadily in
the apartment for a week, though, and he figured he would just have to bide his time. "I
see you found a friend to help keep you company."
"That's right," she said, ignoring the doorman's obvious gaze on her loins. "Are there
any messages for me?'.
The door man was so taken by being almost able to see Vicky's dark cuntal hair at the
top of her bikini panties that it took him several seconds to answer. "Uh... yes, there
was," he stammered, finally looking up at her round, lovely face. "A Joseph Norman left
a message for you to call him as soon as possible."
Vicky searched through her mind, and found that the name meant nothing to her. "Do
you know who he is?" she asked the doorman.
"He sounded like an American, but he said he wanted to talk to you personally. He
wouldn't tell me anything."
Vicky took the phone number from the doorman and walked with her new pet through
the lobby and took the elevator to her top floor apartment, wondering what an
American would want with her.


Chapter 2

As Sonya Norman stood in the door way with a high-ball in her hand, she waited until
her husband hung up the phone.
"Who was that?" she asked in a provocative tone, after she took another sip of her
drink. For a long while, Joseph, her husband, did not answer her, being busy writing
something on his memo pad. Finally, he looked up at her bath-robed body, ignoring
her shoulder length blonde hair as he looked into her hazel eyes.
"That was Vicky Ling," he said in a voice that was more business like than interested.
"She was answering the message I had left her. She says she'll talk to me."
"And I suppose you'll go over to her apartment and try and get her to sign a contract
with you, right?"
"Honey, she's the hottest thing in the movies she makes, and even if she doesn't know
it, she's really popular. You know that. That's why we came."
Sonya began to see that once again her husband was going to be away from her. It was
incredible, she thought as she slinked from her place in the door way of their hotel
room and sauntered over to Joseph. For the last month, he had been so busy with work
that he had hardly given her any notice at all. "There are times when I think you would
rather be with a lawyer writing up a contract then in bed with me," she said, running
her long, slender fingers through her husband's neatly trimmed brown hair. "Why don't
you take a little time off and love me like you used to. You have the time. You can't be
thinking of seeing that trampish actress tonight, can you?"
Joseph gently, but firmly, pushed her hand away from his head. "Honey, I have a
million things to do before I talk with Vicky. And I don't want you calling her a tramp.
If she signs this contract, she's going to be making me a great deal of money at the box
office."
The lovely twenty four year old wife of five months pulled her hand away from him
sharply and stepped back from him. He returned his attention to his work, his
inattention angering her all the more. She had heard stories of Vicky, and she had no
doubt but they were true. It irked her to think that her husband could spend so much
time thinking about her while at the same time ignoring her needs. He was carrying his
work just a little too far. She could remember a time, earlier in their marriage, when she
was the only thing on his mind. She had never had sexual relations with any other man
before she met Joseph, and he had unlocked the pleasures of sex to her in a way she
had never dreamed possible. But lately, he had become so immersed in his work that
there were times when Sonya felt as though she was a total stranger to him... and he to
her.
"I'll be seeing her tomorrow to talk over the terms of my contract. I think she'll find
that it's more than generous."
Sonya nodded and walked away from her husband. She could feel a warm tingling in
her loins, and she was not sure if it was from the small drinking she had been doing or
the fact that she actually found herself rather sexy in the sheer, almost transparent robe.
She had bought it that afternoon in the hopes it might arouse her husband enough to
make him forget his work... at least for a little while. But it obviously hadn't worked.
Damnit, she thought to herself, she loved him, and she was pretty sure he loved her.
But he had a strange way of showing it. She closed her eyes and felt a wave of
depression falling over her. She hadn't been fucked by her husband in almost three
weeks now. Sometimes he would spend hours pouring over his damn work... work he
kept telling her would some day pay off and allow the two of them to live in comfort.
Then he would come to bed long after she was asleep, moving carefully so as not to
wake her. But then there were the times when they would go to bed together, and
Joseph would be so tired that he would immediately fall asleep, leaving Sonya with
shattered hopes of an orgasm that would never come. Those were the worst times of all.
She would lie awake in bed, next to her husband while he snored the night away, and
she would have to resort to her fingers to relieve the gnawing aching tingling in her
vagina. She had hoped that the trip to Hong Kong would allow her husband to unwind
a little, allow him to show her some of the affections she felt she was entitled. On their
first night here, she had appeared before her husband wearing only her bra and panties,
revealing as much of her luscious form to him as she could in the hopes that he would
put aside his work for the night. She could still remember his words as he looked up
from behind his desk, annoyed that she had interrupted his work.
"For God's sake, Sonya, put some clothes on. If someone came to visit, they'd think I've
married a slut."
Even now, two days later, the words burned in her mind. The lovely brunette felt that
she was failing her husband as a woman. How could she best compete with his work?
She saw no way. But she was determined that tonight, she would make a monumental
effort. Perhaps now that things with that tramp Vicky were starting to come together,
Joseph could relax a little and show her the love she wanted.
"Joe," she said in a cautious voice, "how about having a little sherry and coming to bed.
You've been working pretty hard."
Joseph looked up at her with a slightly annoyed expression on his face, which melted
into a blank stare. "Perhaps you're right. Why don't you bring in the decanter?"
Sonya could feel hope springing within her. Perhaps she had finally succeeded in
breaking through to her husband. With a sensual smile on her face, she went sweeping
off toward the small liquor cabinet. She felt a deep emotion of love filling her almost to
the bursting point, and the tingling between her legs increased in intensity. She would
do everything in her power to get him to bed with her at a decent time tonight. She
would let nothing stand in her way. Certainly not his work. He had become her whole
life to her, and she felt that if she lost him to his work, she would die.
She couldn't help feeling any other way. Love to her was warm kisses, gentle caresses,
sharing and caring for one another. And that included sex. She had never thought of
cheating on her husband simply for the sexual release she needed. She would be
content to share no other part of her husband's life if he would only treat her the way a
husband should treat a wife.
That wasn't asking too much. After all, she was no different than any other normal
woman, even if she hadn't made love with a man before she married Joseph. Before
then, she had simply not been all that attracted to any men, and she believed that sex
should be had only between two people who loved and respected each other. When she
had finally met the man she was to marry, she knew that she would be able to give him
everything a wife should, and she hoped that he would be everything a husband should
be.
At first, he had been. On their wedding night, she had freely given herself to him,
fearful of the unknown, but trusting and secure in the strong arms of her new husband.
Even though she had been raised by rather moralistic parents, she had overcome the
total fear of sex that such a situation can often bring about. Living in a rather free area
like Los Angeles had helped. On that first night, Joseph told her that he loved her all
the more because she had waited until she found the right man. He had whispered it to
her while he tenderly held her and kissed her, and she found that the slight fears of
entering the unknown world of sexual pleasures were rapidly melted away. As she was
gently swept up with the intoxicating rapture of love-making, she realized that perhaps
she had been a little too hard on herself. She could feel the overwhelming pleasures
coursing through her body that first night, and she thought herself somewhat of a fool
for having denied herself these pleasures for so long. But on that first night, she knew
she was about to make up for all those years of listening to her friends speak of the
sexual pleasures with their boy-friends. Then, after she had been driven almost insane
with passion by Joseph's tender fondling, he finally placed his massive, lust-engorged
cock at the seeping entrance to her vagina as she willfully spread her legs, lying there
nakedly exposed beneath him, her tight young virgin pussy being stretched in lustful,
almost unbelievable pleasure by his hugely throbbing penis head.
For a brief instant, she was not sure she would be able to stand the intense pain caused
by the tightness of her un-fucked vagina, but she was determined that she would have
the pleasure she could only barely imagine at that point. Everything that had led to that
point... the warm kisses and tender caresses... were forgotten as she focused all her
attention on his massive cock worming into the undefended mouth of her never-before
entered cunt. For an instant, the pain was almost overwhelming, and she had cried out,
begging him to stop and all the while hoping he wouldn't.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh... GOD! Joseph... It hurts... it hurts..." She winced and squirmed
and cringed beneath him, trying to accommodate his cunt-filling cock as best she could.
He tried to sooth her as best he could, knowing that she was a virgin and would have
this pain only for a little while.
"There... there, there, baby... relax... don't fight... The pain will go away in a moment or
two..." he gasped, his hot wet mouth dropping down onto hers as she had felt him flick
his hips, the huge rod of hardened flesh worming up into her and splitting wide her
vaginal walls with a mixture of pain and pleasure that, seconds later when she had
caught her breath, raised a shriek from her throat! Something up inside her had popped
and she knew he had ripped her hymen. For the briefest moment, there was a flash of
searing, blinding pain... and then nothing but pleasure... the pleasure that can only
come from having a man's penis in a tight, moist, hot cunt.
Joseph sensed that her agony was over, and he drove himself into her like a wild beast,
his hot breaths panting down into her face and against the sensitive flesh of her naked
breasts, the desire-swollen tip of his heavily hardened penis throbbing inside the
lustfully stretched mouth of her soft, dark-curled fringed vaginal mouth.
Worming his massive cock into her inch by inch, she could finally feel it heatedly
pulsating in her very belly, the passion she was feeling growing more and more intense
with his every deep thrust. And then, he began the heavy sawing in and out she had
only heard about, and she closed her eyes, allowing the all-encompassing pleasure to
wash over her, making her feel in a way she had never felt before. Everything about the
act of fucking was new to her, and she allowed her mind to focus on everything at once.
She delighted in the free-flowing of her vaginal secretions inside her that coated his
cock and made it slippery and glistening.
Then, suddenly, he had clutched more violently at the mounds of her naked breasts,
increasing the wonderfulness of his fucking. His hips and buttocks began to work faster
and harder between her welcoming loins, driving his blood-engorged hardness up into
her inexperienced belly with animalistic force, until she thought she could feel it
ripping through her stomach and all the way up between her sensitively swollen breasts.
It was like nothing Sonya had ever felt before, and she wished she had felt it long
before then. Her mind was reveling in the sensual pleasures, although her body,
because of inexperience, was virtually dormant and motionless.
"Come on, Baby... spread your legs more... move that ass of yours... fuck back... fuck
me back... harder... harder ..!" Joseph had to instruct her, and she was eagerly trying
everything he told her to do. Abruptly, he had dropped his lean, muscular body heavily
onto hers, his hips and buttocks pumping like a mad mans to make deeply impaling
cock massage the smooth wet walls of her vagina with a spell bounding sensation of
delight that raised little uncontrollable moans from her throat.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHH... I'M CCCCCUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMIIINNNGGG,
SONYA...!"
And then her cuntal passage was filled with the heated wetness of his semen, and she
was lost in another world... a world of rapture and total delight that she had never even
dreamed was possible. At that moment, she had cum as well, and she could feel the
juices of her orgasm spreading through her cunt like a wild, raging river, washing away
every thought from her mind.
That first night had awakened her to a totally new world of pleasure, and, for a while,
there seemed as though there would be no end to it. They had fucked every night of
their week-long honeymoon, and each time she experienced a new and different
pleasure as Joseph brought all his love-making experience into play. She thought of
how he had once licked her vagina to orgasm... how she had sucked his cock until he
filled her mouth with his hot sperm. That week had been like no other in Sonya's life,
and she was glad that Joseph was so patient with her in bed, taking the time to teach
her the pleasures of sex.
But then things had begun to change. Right after the honeymoon, Joe's work began to
take up more and more his time. Their love-making was reduced from every night to
five times a week... and then three... and then one... and now... Now, she had gone for a
full three weeks without the sensation of his cock plunging in and out of her.
Sometimes he would come home so late from a board meeting that he simply collapsed
in bed, falling asleep immediately. Other times he would come home on time, but be so
utterly exhausted that he could not hold an erection long enough to make her cum. At
first, she thought it was just something he was going through. As a casting agent for a
major motion picture company in Hollywood, she knew that he was under a great deal
of pressure. His company was in the process of making a Martial Arts picture of great
quality, and he had been given the honored yet tiresome task of finding the best people
for the parts. That was why they were in Hong Kong. Joseph had spent hours... days...
watching the Martial arts pictures that came from the city, and he found the perfect
person for the seductive counter-spy part... Vicky Ling. He was especially glad to learn
that she had lived most of her life in San Francisco. Often times, there was a great
language or cultural barrier in working with Orientals, but it would not be like this
with Vicky.
When Joseph told her that he was taking her to Hong Kong with him, Sonya had been
delighted. She was convinced that he would get his work out of the way and they could
spend the rest of the time resting and getting back together like husband and wife,
instead of the sexless existence they were living now.
The curvaceous brunette young wife had to admit it to herself... she was selfish... jealous
of her husband spending his every waking hour with his work. She was proud of him,
and was willing to share him with his work... but only if she got some of him as well.
The way things were now, though, she was taking second place to his job, and no
matter how much she loved him, she was going to put her foot down. This was too
much.
As she brought the decanter of wine into Joe's working area, he looked up at her with a
strange wonder in his eyes, as though he couldn't believe what she was doing.
"What's that for?" he asked innocently.
"It's for drinking. Remember... you promised that you would try and relax a little and
come to bed..." Joe made an expression as though he had totally forgotten about her,
and then stood up behind his desk.
"I'm sorry, honey," he said, trying to sound apologetic. "I forgot all about it. I got
involved in something here, and I want to get it out of the way before I talk to Vicky
and her agent tomorrow. It's liable to take quite a while... something about citizenship
of an actor or actress. It could take quite a while, but I'll be in bed as soon as I can."
Sonya pursed her lips and tightened her hand around the wine decanter. At that
moment, she wanted nothing more than to hit Joe with it.
"Don't bother coming to bed at all," she said, keeping her voice even while at the same
time letting him know that she was angry with him. "As far as I'm concerned, you and
that damn work of yours can just stay away from me for the rest of the time we spend
here."
With that, she stormed out of the room, with Joe coming from around his desk to try
and talk to her. She heard nothing of what he said, and she entered the room,
slamming the door loudly behind her.
Later, after she had fingered herself to orgasm and she lay on her back, staring up at the
ceiling in her darkened bedroom, she could feel tears of frustration welling up in her
eyes. If Joe was cheating on her with another woman, she would at least know how to
handle it. But to be cheating on her with his work... that was something she couldn't
understand. She depended on him for so much, and he was giving her only a small part
of it.
The thought of taking another lover occurred to her then, as it had more and more
lately. Perhaps she could solve the problems of her marriage by showing Joe that she
was tired of playing second to his almighty work. It would certainly shock him to learn
that he couldn't take her for granted the way he had been of late. She ran through her
mind, sorting through the people she knew. There were quite a few men she knew who
had made it clear to her that they would not mind fucking her. She was attractive, she
knew, but up to now, she had done her best to discourage any thoughts of sexual
intimacy with them.
Ed Bryant; in particular, had made it very clear that he was more than simply interested
in her as a sex partner. The very thought of Ed, though, gave the attractive young wife
shivers. He was a good assistant to Joe, but as a person, he was a coarse, gross man. But
of all the people she knew, he was the only one who had come with them to Hong
Kong. He had taken a room in another hotel, although, if Sonya knew him at all, he
would probably not be spending very much time there. Or if he was, he would not
spend it alone. His reputation as a "ladies man" was widely known. Perhaps having sex
with Ed would really shake Joe up. It was well worth thinking about.


Chapter 3

At her four room apartment, Vicky found that her new found pet was not only friendly,
but well trained as well. When she opened the door and led him into the living room,
Ching sat and watched her while she put her things away. As he sat on his hind legs,
his eyes following her every move, he sensed that he was going to be fed in due time,
but even though his new owner occasionally walked near the thing he recognized as a
refrigerator, he continued to sit, waiting until she called him.
The alluring Oriental was very much impressed by the dog's well-trained behaviour.
She thought it was senseless for whoever had owned him to spend so much time with
him and then simply lose him. She thought of what she might be able to feed him.
She certainly didn't have any dog food in the house. In fact, since she preferred to eat
out at Hong Kong's restaurants, she had very little food of any kind. Prices in the
British port city were very high, and those things she did buy she bought with great
care. She remembered that she had two steaks in her refrigerator, and even though they
had cost her a pretty penny, she decided that perhaps Ching would want one. He
looked as though he could really use a good meal, besides, he had been so well behaved
since she had found him that it would be sort of a reward.
She walked over to where he was sitting and watching her and playfully hugged his
neck. A little whine escaped from deep in his throat as he pressed his great furry body
tighter against her still bikini clad form. The softness of his fur warmed Vicky in a very
delightful way. "Where do you come from, you handsome animal?" she asked, speaking
to him as though she would hardly be surprised if he answered. "Who do you belong
to? Who ever it was, they couldn't have given a shit about what happened to you. If
they did, they wouldn't have just let you run off like you did. Such a big, handsome
animal..." Ching stood up and curled his body against Vicky's naked belly, his tail
wagging as her soothing words set him completely at ease.
"Wellllll..." she said as she saw that he had accepted her as his new owner. "I can see
that you and I are going to get along just fine. You found me at a somewhat vulnerable
moment in my life, and I could sure use someone like you to love... someone who
won't just use me and take off on me. I'm tired of that. You won't do that to Vicky,
now will you?"
As if in answer to her question, Ching snaked out his wet, long tongue and lashed it
across Vicky's round, finely chiseled face. The shapely Oriental woman laughed at the
warm, wet feeling. "Ooooooohhh... so you're just like all the rest of them, are you," she
said playfully. "You just want to kiss and lick me. Well, I think I could take it from you.
You and I are going to become very good friends."
The voluptuous, long-haired Oriental beauty delightedly watched the huge, kingly
animal spin around in small circles as dogs do when they're happy, and then firmly
plant himself back to a sitting position, his warm brown eyes glowing, his great jaws
open with his long, pink tongue wetly visible as though he were smiling at her with
loving devotion. Then he leaned forward and brushed his head against the deeply
tanned skin of her thigh, whimpering as she again hugged him.
"Oh, you beautiful animal," Vicky said, her affection for her new pet warming her with
an almost sensuous sensation. "I'll bet you're really hungry by now. How would you
like a nice big steak? I'll bet you would. I wouldn't get used to steak if I were you,
though, I may have a great deal of money at the moment, but starting tomorrow, you'll
be getting food meant for a dog."
With that, she walked to her small kitchen and headed toward the refrigerator. This
time, Ching knew he was going to be fed, and he followed her close at her heels. He
had, until the day before, been the pet of a British couple, a kind man and wife who
had lived most of their lives in the city. In fact, Ching knew nothing other than the
small area of Hong Kong. While the man and wife had never treated him unkindly,
they had never gotten close to him, and had preferred to let him run as free as he could
in the city. Since they lived close to the park, that was where he had spent much of his
time. Finally, two days ago, the man had been called back to London, and he knew that
the dog would never be able to take the change in homes. Since the dog spent so much
of his time out in the open, the man believed that he could take care of himself, so
before he left, he let his pet out. Then he had locked up his house. When the dog
returned to his master's home and found him gone, he was confused, and wandered
around in the park, using his instincts as best he could to find food. When he saw the
lovely woman sunning herself in the park the next day, he decided to take a chance. He
did not like being without a human master. His instincts might allow him to survive,
but he preferred to live with someone who would feed him on a regular basis.
The Oriental girl pleased him very much. Most of the people in the park talked to him
in sounds he didn't understand, but the woman he had found made herself understood.
There was warmth and affection in her voice, and a soothing touch in her hands. Now,
as he watched her take something from the refrigerator, he could see that her affection
was nothing shallow. She was about to give him more raw, red meat than he had ever
seen in his life. Even the couple that had owned him before had not fed him like this.
He began jumping up and down, anxiously awaiting his first decent meal in almost two
days.
"Now, while you eat, I'm going to take a bath. All the sunning had made me feel
sweaty. And when I'm done with myself, I'll do the same to you. You'd like that,
wouldn't you? You look as though you could use a good cleaning."
Ching hardly heard her, though. He was too busy eating his meal as fast as he could,
evidence that he was as hungry as Vicky had thought.
In fact, he was eating as rapidly as he could, and Vicky found that she could not take
her eyes from the handsome beast while he wolfed down the big steak. In no time at all,
he was finished, and he sat looking at the Oriental woman with appreciation in his
eyes. The still bikini clad young actress looked at him with a mock-surprised expression
on her perfectly formed face.
"Say, you really can't wait to have a bath, can you?" she said, smiling affectionately. As
her black, almond-shaped eyes met his deep brown ones, she felt a shiver of excitement
ripple through her. There was a devotion in the dog's eyes, something that reminded
her of Roger for some strange reason. Perhaps it was part of the freely offered give-and
take relationship she had had with the young traveler. Ching asked for nothing other
than to be loved, and Vicky knew that she could give her affection to him without
thinking about what he might be able to do for her. After all, how could a dog further
her career? She could see that her affections for her new pet would not be based on
what he could give her in return, and that thought pleased her. She had never had a pet
when she was living in San Francisco, and she could see now that perhaps it might have
been a mistake. A pet can become a great friend... showering its owner with affection
and demanding only affection in return. It was the freest form of love there was, and
the most rewarding. If there was ever a time in her life when Vicky felt she needed
something secure, it was at this moment. All the men she had known simply used her
as she had used them. Sitting on her tiled kitchen floor was a . pet that would never
desert her.
Finally, after a year of lust and empty love, Vicky knew she would never be lonely
again. The curvaceous actress wondered briefly what the apartment rules were on
having a pet, but she was determined that she would keep him no matter what. It
meant moving to another apartment, well, so be it.
Getting ready to take her bath, she joyfully slipped out of her bikini, never once taking
her eyes away from her new pet... her male animal companion. She smiled at him
lovingly. God, he was so handsome, and already she felt very close to him.
"Ching, I wish you could talk to me," she said excitedly, looking down at where he sat
watching her. "It feels a little strange standing in the nude and not having someone all
set to fuck me. I'll bet you think I have a wonderful body, though. I can see it in your
eyes. All you men are alike," she said playfully as she dropped onto her knees to hug
his great neck, her resiliently out-thrusting, full breasts and rounded, soft buttocks
deliciously dancing and rippling with inner-sensuous feelings. Then she planted her lips
between his eyes, his cool wet nose brushing against the sensitive flesh between her full,
yellow-brown breasts. The sensation of his tongue lashing out and kissing her there
caused a wild chill to tremor up and down her spine.
"Why, you little devil," she teased. "You're really no different from all the other men.
Just let me get naked and all you want to do is kiss my breasts." Then she smiled at
him and held his massive head between her hands, the expression of delight
brightening her already joy-filled face openly evident to the great dog.
Even though he was used to casual surroundings, he was not used to the affection he
was being shown. Never had either of his previous owners been so loving or close to
him. The sweet taste of her luscious body lingered on his tongue, and the warmth of
her hands and arms when she held him inspired heated sensations in his animal loins
that he had never felt before. Now that she had fed him... and fed him well, he could
see that she was not going to turn him out the way his former owners had. He had
never known anyone like this alluring, mysterious Oriental. The sight and smell and
taste of her nakedness was also something new to him, and it was something he liked
very much.
He could not help but whimper when she hugged him and kissed him, or when tire
warm, soft smoothness of her human body rubbed against his. This was all very new to
him, and he was enjoying it very much. The sight of her beautiful nakedness was
pleasing to his eyes. He had never seen the wife of his former master naked. The
sounds his new owner made when she spoke to him were very pleasing to his ears. He
could feel a strange aching deep inside him, an ache that he could not understand, but
that he somehow knew would be taken care of by this woman. He was certain that he
had made the right choice when he had walked over to her in the park. His instincts
had once again helped him to survive. He had found a new home, one that pleased him
very much.
"How would you like to take a bath with me, Ching?" the lovely woman asked. "We
both could use one... you especially. It will help us become even closer. Would you like
that?"
Even though he did not understand the words, he could tell by the way she walked
away from him that he was expected to follow. Her dark buttocks enticed him to go
with her as she entered her bathroom, and the two of them, woman and dog, waited
while the tub filled with water. Vicky thought of the men she had taken baths with. She
knew that none of them would be as thrilling as taking a bath with her new pet. There
was no way she could describe the feelings she was getting as she thought of taking a
bath with her new pet, but she did know they were pleasurable. They gave her a strong
sense of belonging... of companionship. True, he was only a dog, but he was her dog...
and she was his mistress.
For a moment, she refused to believe that the sensations were sensual. She felt more
comfortable with the idea that they arose only from the strong closeness she felt for
Ching. As she lowered herself into the tepid bath water, she could feel her muscles,
which had become relaxed while she was sunning herself, become totally loose. She
covered herself with the white bubbles that had formed by the agitation of the water
against the bubble-soap she had poured into the tub. As she laid back against the tub,
she felt like a princess about to take part in some luxurious integument. She saw Ching
sitting next to the tub, looking at her with a strange sense of longing in his eyes.
"Come on in, Ching," she said. "The water's fine. You look like you could use a bath as
much as I could."
She couldn't help but laugh as her new pet fumbled over the slippery surface of the tub
and fell into the water with a splash. He seemed to enjoy the sensations of the warm
bath water, and he edged close to her, folding his ears close to his massive head. It was
almost like having a toy to play with in the tub, she thought. She began to feel like a
giddy little girl again, remembering all the fun she used to have when she took baths in
her old home in San Francisco. She giggled as she covered Ching's head with billowing
suds.
"Don't try and get away, darling " she said in a gay voice. "There's no escape. You're
going to clean if it's the last thing you do. I won't have a dirty pet around the
apartment. I may even do this to you every day."
As she played with .him in the tub, she made little cooing sounds which put him more
at ease. Soon, he was as happy in the tub as she was and she could joyfully move all
around him, soaping him with great billows of suds and kissing him on the nose over
and over again. She was kneeling in her knees by this time, and she shifted her position
to stretch out her legs as far as she could, drawing him between them while she washed
and loved him with delight and playfulness, his brown, glowing eyes never once losing
their warmth for her.
Finally, she had enough, and pulled the plug and turned on the shower to rinse both of
them off. And then a thought occurred to her. It would be so wonderful to wash his
dog-cock and balls. It would be a strange feeling to be fondling a penis that did not
expand as she touched it. Christ... if he had been one of her lovers, the cock would
already have been erect. But her lovely darling pet... he stood with an almost disconcern
while she did it. Her hands filled with suds from a bar of soap as she smoothed them
back and forth over the furry, hidden length of his sheathed animal cock and huge,
swinging balls... And then the unexpected happened! She would never have believed it
if she hadn't seen it, but it was true! The tip of his long scarlet cock appeared from its
concealing protection and began to swell as she lovingly, gently sudsed it with a slow,
rhythmic stroking action. She found that her eyes were fixed on it and her breaths came
in short gasps. God... It was getting huge... and she could feel the massive size growing
hard in her hand.
And then she got an even stranger surprise... She could hear him whimper, and she
finally realized that she was teasing him... edging him on in the way she would do to a
man she expected to fuck her. She would never have believed that such a thing was
possible. True, she had heard of such things, but all the while she had thought that they
were just rumors... but her suspicions were finally confirmed as she felt a strange,
insane vibration ripple through her... but that was crazy. He was only an animal. She
couldn't be feeling this way about a dog... Could she?
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Ching," she said as she tried to suppress the
feelings coursing through her body. "You should know by now I can't resist a cock...
and here you go, getting an erection. You little tease, you."
But even though she tried, she could not repress the strange sensations she was
receiving from holding his long, hardened cock in her hand... and the sensations in her
loins became stronger and stronger.
For some reason she could not understand, her mind drifted to the thoughts of Roger
and who she had felt that Ching and her most recent lover were so much alike. Perhaps
it was because he had left her so abruptly that she was feeling a sexual attraction by the
handling of a dog cock... She knew her fingers were not the same as having a penis
shoved up between her legs, and judging from the length and hardness of Ching's
penis, his would be as pleasurable as any man's she had had. But to actually let a dog
fuck her... She had never thought about it, and she felt a little uncomfortable with the
knew concept. Quickly, she rinsed away the soapy lather from Ching's patiently
unmoving body and stepped out of the tub with her pet following close behind. She did
not bother to dry herself as she ran a large, fluffy towel over her pet's wet fur, wanting
to dry him before he shook water all over the bathroom.
"Now, now," she soothed, smiling and trying to recapture the playful mood they had
had only moments before, moving around on her knees as she nakedly knelt next to
him, her dark, yellow-brown, wetly glistening breasts and buttocks rippling
provocatively from her exertion.
Then, as she moved around to his front, she was caught unaware by his warm, moist
tongue quickly darted out and lashed hotly against her cheek. Vicky knelt there
motionless, surprised yet far from repelled. To her surprise, the loving wet contact
increased the sensations already raging in her loins. For a long moment she stared
deeply into Ching's pleading, wide brown eyes, once again taking his large, handsome
head in her hands. He had kissed her. There was no doubt about it in her mind. She
could see the same glimmer of ferverency in his eyes that she recognized in all her male
lovers. Vicky decided to experiment further.
Slowly, the curvaceous naked Oriental leaned forward, holding Ching's face tenderly,
then, nearly breathless, she parted her sensuous lips with her tiny pink tongue. Eagerly,
Ching lashed out with his longer one and gently licked the tip in a fiery, desire
smouldering caress!
Vicky was unable to move. If a man had kissed her like that, she couldn't have felt
more aroused. And, as Ching repeated his action, the lovely Oriental realized that he
was exchanging feverish, tonguing caresses with her. For a moment, she was almost
sure she would lose her grip on reality. The most surprising thing about all of this was
the intensity of her feelings. She could not remember having more wildly provocative
sensations of desire than those now raging up between her legs, searing through her
loins to the secret depths of her fire-filled belly!
Her own short, panting breaths seemed unreal to her as she rolled over onto the tiled
floor of her bathroom. She lay wantonly on her back with her trembling thighs spread
partially open, her finger tips racing upward over the satin-smoothness of her flat belly
to the sensually swollen mounds of her dark-hued breasts. Her fingers found the tiny
brownish nipples which were already raised into little marbles of hardness and teasingly
fondled them, while her hotly glazed eyes searched the face of the huge animal moving
closer to her.
Ching felt the throbbing quiver of his loins from the torrid craving his new owner's
hotly smouldering eyes transmitted to him. He sensed, in his animal mind, that his
heart was pounding in his chest, and even though he did not consciously know why,
the instincts on which he had relied for the last two days again told him what to do.
His eyes were fixed on the nakedly rounding curves of her body sensually stretched out
on the floor before him.
Vicky could feel her breathing come unevenly as she watched her great new pet intently
gazing at the cuntal mound between her slightly parted thighs. She could feel the
excitement of the unknown wash through her body in wave after wave. Her desire was
so great that she couldn't have stopped him from what she knew he would do even if
she had wanted to stop him. And then, Ching lowered his head to lick out with his hot,
wet tongue over the smooth flesh of Vicky's softly quivering belly!
And the lovely Oriental's mind was awash with feelings so deeply sensual and
pleasurable that she thought she would die of happiness.
Again, she felt the gentle delight of the wetly curling length and she raised her head up
off the floor to watch him licking upward over the small rounded tummy of her flat,
quivering belly. Higher and higher he came, until at last he was licking the smooth,
sensitive undersides of her passion-swelling breasts, licking ever upward over them to
their passionately aching, nearly bursting little nipples!
"Aaaaaahhhhhh... you little darling animal," she cooed mindlessly as his eager tonguing
caresses licked wetly at the dark, throbbing tips again and again, sending maddening
charges of a new and totally alien desire searing through her nakedly sprawled body.
Her lust-clouded mind was erasing everything but the heatedly rising sensations his
wetly licking tongue-tip over the naked mounds of her yellow-brown, fully heaving
breasts was causing within her. She heard him whimper from deep in his great animal
throat, her impassioned gaze fixed on his incredibly seductive loving tongue. Then his
warm brown eyes raised to meet hers, their candent glow level with her own. She
waited, not daring to speak for fear of breaking the chain of wonderful feelings he was
causing in her. As she took shallow, gasping breaths between her slightly parted lips,
Ching moved forward and licked them as well...!
Ching felt the boiling of his animal blood racing through his powerful body as he once
more tasted the delicate essence of the naked Oriental's heat on her lips and fire-tipped
tongue. With his own, he whiningly flicked back at the tiny, darkly pink tongue darting
from her open mouth, licking and tasting its sweet wetness while faint mewling sounds
purred from behind it. He saw that her eyes had closed as she lay there beneath him,
impassionately returning caress for caress, tongue-lashing for tongue-lashing. His
animal instincts were driving on unlike anything he had ever known before. Something
hurtful throbbed in the weight of his heavy, sperm-laden testicles and he whimpered as
he slowly backed away from her.
As she felt his kisses stop, Vicky opened her eyes and saw him moving down between
her open legs. Her excited breathing quickened as she spread her legs further apart for
him. Lifting her head still higher, the nakedly inflamed Oriental girl watched him pose
his head above the nakedly quivering vaginal slit between her open, inviting thighs. She
screamed in her mind for him to lick her there... he had to lick her naked pussy now...
he just had to! She heard her own guttural little whine when he slowly lowered his face,
his hot animal breath taunting the sparse jet-black pubic mound there. Then, his cool
wet nose brushed against the hot yellow-brown flesh of her inner thighs... and finally
against the thin hair-lined lips of her eagerly waiting pussy crevice, and she groaned in
frantically growing passion.
"Uuuuuummmmmm... do it, lover..." Vicky began to huskily coo at him, pulling up her
legs and drawing them back, wildly trying to persuade him to continue his arousing
lickings. "Go ahead, baby... do it for Vicky... do it for me, lover. I... I want you to... I
want you to lick my cunt."
She was speaking to him as though he were one of her human lovers, but she didn't
care. The sensations were too pleasurable for her to care about anything but the
necessity to quench the raging fires searing through her vagina. She could not hold
back her sudden gasp when she felt his damp nose graze wetly against the tiny
puckered ring of her upturned anus. It was something she had not expected.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh... God! Oh, God!!" she blurted the moment his tongue snaked up
between her eagerly exposed buttocks to wormingly lick up and down the smooth,
yellow-fleshed valley surrounding her snug little anal mouth, the tip exploringly
burrowing into its tightly clasped, willingly offered lips.
Time seemed to stop for the now writhing Oriental woman. She had no idea how long
the titillation went on. It was too blissful for her to be bothered with time, and she
hoped it would go on forever. Nothing mattered except the delightful sensations searing
through her body from her Ching's expert tongue.
Vicky smiled knowingly at his unhappy whimpers. She knew that he did not yet
understand what she was going to do to him, and she also knew that once she began,
his whimperings would stop... at least she hoped they would. All the while she moved
her almond-shaped black eyes were fixed on his huge, hardened cock, and he noted
with some sadness that it was starting to withdraw back into its fur-lined sheath.
Finally, he lay down on the tile floor, stretching out and responding as she began to
whisper to him again... "Get on her back, darling Ching... You won't be unhappy for
very long... That's better... Oooooohhhhhh... that's perfect..." In mindless excitement
Vicky crawled and decidedly positioned herself so that her wetly exposed cunt was only
inches from his animal-face, and less when she drew her nakedly trembling thighs back.
She eased forward, comfortably placing her self so that her desire thrilled face was
directly over the opening of his massive furry cock-sheath where the huge, glistening
penis in all it's beauty had vanished.
Frenzied emotions of animal-like anticipation swept through the sensuously blinded
Oriental. The incredible thought alone of the totally wanton and imaginative act she
was about to perform with her new dog would never have occurred to her a day ago,
and it was driving her wild with salacious desire. Gently, she moved her arched hips
toward his big, animal-face, wantonly spreading her thighs as she lovingly took his
head... She lay breathing heavily on her side with one long tapered leg lifted while she
guided his nose gently in toward the pungent, wet heat of her throbbing pussy,
Instantly, she felt his thick, lengthy tongue lash out at the still hotly palpitating crevice
between her thighs, slashing through its glistening, flushed moistness like a liquid
flame, and if she had ever known lascivious, totally abandoned desire, it was at that
moment. The lust she could feel enveloping her seemed to make the whole world stop
right then and there. She lowered her cheek to rest on his warm, hard, furry belly, her
one hand quickly moving toward his hidden dog-cock.
Though still confused, Ching sensed that things were going to be better than they had
been only moments before. His lovely new mistress's pleasureful fondling was a delight
he had never experienced... or expected. Once again, he quickly sensed the throbbing
blood begin to pound through him from her finger-tip caresses and the heated aroma of
her warmly seething pussy hole. He felt her delicate fingers moving over his swollen
loins, their gentle touch causing him to tremble responsively. The urge to close his eyes
and lay there devotedly licking the hot sweetness of her thighs almost carried him away.
To her knowledge, Vicky had never done anything so totally abandoned, and it was
because of that thought that she allowed herself to enjoy fully what she was doing.
What was happening to her at the moment was so new and exciting that she gave
herself totally over to the pleasures sweeping through her body. She could care about
nothing any more... nothing but the dog-cock she was holding in her hand... Ching's
huge scarlet penis. She began to tauntingly manipulate the furry, outer flesh back and
forth, feeling it's hot thickness within. It had to come back out to her... it just had to.
She wanted it now, more than she wanted anything else... she had to feel and taste his
long, thick cock in her mouth.
His thick, incessant tongue laving the frantic bud of her tiny, raging clitoris...
oooooohhhhhh... God... She might have already cum a dozen times had this been a
human lover, but all her attention was focused and re-routed away from her vagina for
the moment, holding back her endless streams of climaxes because of the newness of
the situation. When she finally did cum, she knew, it would be nothing short of
maddeningly sensual. Oh, the beautiful darling, she thought passionately, clinging to
his still concealed cock-flesh and eagerly stroking it. With feeling and gentleness
combined, the luscious Oriental worked the heavy protective skin back and forth, his
warm head nestled between her fully spread thighs, his long searing tongue unrelenting
in the. wet, yielding crevice of her hotly steaming cunt. And then, it suddenly
reappeared, the brightly glistening tip of long thick hardness, ever slipping forward
toward her breathless, tongue-moistened lips. She reached forward and down with her
head... and finally, her lips were on his scarlet dog-cock!
With a blinding craving, Vicky in her lustful obsession, ovalled her lips to let the
slenderly tapered tip of the dog's smooth wet hardness slide easily between them, easing
further and further up into the hot moist dampness of her mouth. It moved slowly and
steadily along her tongue until it nearly reached the back of her throat. She brought her
tongue into play with an irresistible fervency, greeting and welcoming the strange
presence with mindless abandon. Her desire-fogged brain swam with the lustful
intoxication of what she was doing... and then she tasted the thick pulsating length of
his raw, hot cock-flesh, a sensation of wanton relish racing through her at it's sweet,
pungent maleness. God! Dear God! It was more delicious than any other cock she had
ever sucked... it was so hot and hard... swelling more and more with every passing
second.
She heard his high-pitched animal-whimper as he continued to lovingly lick her lust
inflamed pussy, and she began to suck and twirl her caressing little tongue hotly around
his long, thick cock... a reward for the incredible pleasure he was bringing to her. She
felt his powerful body responding to her skillful sucking, his canine loins jerking and
pressing forward. She brushed one exploring hand along his belly to his heavy, sperm
filled balls, cupping them gently with her finger tips. Again he whimpered, the
excitation causing him to begin a slow, rhythm of fucking up into the tightly clasped
oval of her warmly sucking lips.
God! she would never have believed that the taste of a dog-cock could be so exotic.
Vicky groaned sensually, beginning to nurse and tongue motherly at the ever
thickening length of burning, hard cock flesh with salaciously timed movements of her
head. Delicately sweet, her lust-filled brain raced wildly as though spiced with nature's
own semen itself. God...! Oh, God...! so delicious... so wonderful and so delicious...!
The smooth coned length of Ching's growing blood-engorged cock fucked into her
mouth in a timid cadence, while his own tongue laved the hot, liquid flesh of her
widely splayed cunt with animalistic hunger. She nipped and gently scraped the dog
cock with the sharp edges of her white, even teeth, at the same time swirling her hot
little tongue in tiny moist circles around his pulsing hardness, lost in the licentious
thrill of her actions.
God... it was like honey in her mouth, taperedly plunging in a slippery wet heat all the
way down to her throat. She tried to think for a moment of what his animal sperm
would taste like. She knew well enough what human sperm was like. Would Ching's be
the same? Better: She couldn't even begin to imagine, and she decided that she would
no longer try. The only way she would be able to tell was to actually taste it, to feel it
squirting from the tip in warm, thick creamy spewing jets. She hastened her cock
sucking to satisfy her wonderment as well as her mounting lust.
Ching had never known anything like this before. What a wonderful, lovely, kind
woman his new owner was. What she was doing was beyond his dog-instincts, but he
knew he liked it, and that she liked it as well. Even though he was licking her mating
hole, his cock felt as though it was slipping in and out of a warm, wet vagina. But there
was a difference in the feel of her little tongue and teeth that he had never felt in the
cunts of the bitches he had known, and it was that difference that made him all the
more happy. He whined to those sensations which were causing waves of fire-like
pressure deep in the depths of his swirling loins, knowing that soon... very soon... he
would have a tremendous release...!
Vicky had never sucked a man with the vigor and pleasure she was using and getting
from sucking on her dog's cock. She felt almost the animal herself, and the sensually
inflamed Oriental beauty mouthed and worked slavishly at her German shepherd's
huge hardened cock, her totally abandoned mind a furnace of simmering heat and
smouldering lust. She wanted nothing more than his hot, bestial dog-cum shooting into
her mouth... flowing down her throat... scaldingly flooding her insatiable belly. Raging
tongues of stabbing flame blazed between her legs. Her tremoring belly seethed and her
loins... the fire-filled wetness of her cunt glowing with the searing passion tormenting it.
She clutched at the loving animal's throbbing, swollen balls, beginning to gently milk
and caress them as she made loud slurping sounds while she sucked at this hugely
thickened cock.
Then she could feel it... She could feel her orgasm coming with the pent-up power of an
atomic explosion beneath his beautiful hot tongue, and she heard him whine... and then
yelp in his own bestial ecstasy.
And then his yelping became more like a guttural snarl, and at the same moment his
muscular flanks began to furiously hump, driving his massive unrelenting cock deep...
deep down into her throat. His sudden lustful lurch triggered wild, untamed sensations
of sheer joy inside her, and she moaned out around his mouth-stuffing cock, wildly
sucking and swallowing until it began to spasm in her mouth... and then... it erupted
volcano-like and spewed out in thickly cascading jets the thickly scalding liquid cum
from the bloated reservoir of his heavily inflated balls.
At that moment, Vicky was driven almost insane with the intensity of her passion. The
stream of milky, sizzling sperm was like fire hose water in her mouth, filling her cheeks
faster than she could ever hope to swallow it away. Time and time again, almost as
though a man were pissing down her throat, the climaxing German shepherd continued
to cum, the lust-charging sensation firing Vicky's orgasm in a way she had never been
fired before. For what seemed like an eternity, she gulped and swallowed her new pet's
cum until, at last, he was empty... and her belly was full.
For what seemed like ages, the satiated Oriental actress laid on the tile of her bathroom
floor, delighting in the ripples of her now ebbing orgasm. She knew, at that point, that
she had found the lover she had been searching for all her life. Here, at last, was a lover
who would make no demands on her, on whom she herself could make no demands.
She and her dog could exist solely for each other's sensual pleasure. She would never
again have to depend on the whims of lovers such as Roger Drendel or Alvin Silver. As
long as she fed and took care of Ching, he would continue to serve her sensual needs.
That thought had ramifications for the young Oriental woman. As her mind cleared of
the lust she had experienced for so long, she thought of the phone call she had made to
Joseph Norman earlier in the evening. What did he want to talk about? Oh, yes, having
her act in a major motion picture in Hollywood. Somehow, after what had happened
with her new pet, the whole idea of acting no longer seemed to be as important to her
as it had been. She had enough money to keep her happy and secure for the rest of her
life... or at least until she finally decided what she wanted to do. And as long as she had
Ching, she would never be starved for companionship. The idea of leaving acting all
together was looking rather good to her right now. She could almost imagine herself
living in some secluded area with her dog, each bringing the other to incredible
orgasms... day in and day out. In the year and a half, although she had fucked countless
men she had few friends. That was why her life had felt so empty. As long as she had
made so few friends, she felt that she would hardly miss people if she and Ching went
off somewhere and turned their backs on society.
Yes, she thought, it might work at that. She could see herself turning over a new leaf.
She could become a totally different person. It might not be as exciting and glamorous
as what she had wanted when she first came to Hong Kong, but it was well worth
thinking about. She would see what Joseph Norman had to tell her tomorrow.


Chapter 4

While Vicky Ling was debating with herself about her possible change in life, Sonya
Norman was tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep because of the things on her
mind. No matter how hard she tried, she could not remain angry at her husband. After
all, he was doing the best he could in providing them a better than decent living. The
lovely brunette wife had never known a time in her life when she could buy anything
she wanted and not have to worry about the price. But still, her husband owed her
something, and she would rather have him sleeping with her than at some board
meeting... or some casting meeting... or some script writing meeting, her husband was
worth more to her than all thy money in the world. And she was determined that she
would keep him. If he was going to set her in second place to his work, she would just
have to show him that she did not like it. For much of the time she had been in bed,
she could not get the idea of taking a lover out of her mind. Yes! She could do it. She
had to. It was the only way she could think of to get her husband back. She would
allow another man to fuck her... something she had never thought about until this very
night. It was desperate, she knew, but she was at her wit's end. There was no other way
she could think of to get her husband back. She had , to shock him into remembering
that he had married her, and not some movie company.
And she would have to have him fucked as well. Something told her that one of the
reasons he was neglecting her was because he had totally forgotten how pleasurable sex
could be. He had become so totally immersed in his work that nothing else mattered to
him. And if she could not arouse him, she would have to get someone else who could.
She realized that it was a terrible blow to her feelings of herself as a woman, but there
was nothing else she could do. Her husband had become so estranged from her that it
would take nothing short of a miracle to bring him back to her. The more she thought
about it, the more she thought that she would have to ask Vicky Ling to help her. Even
though Sonya found the lovely, sexually free Oriental actress totally repulsive in her life
style, perhaps she was just the type of woman who could give her husband the shaking
up the confused young wife felt he needed.
As she began to drift into sleep, Sonya thought of what was happening to her marriage.
Things must be getting pretty bad if she had to depend on the likes of people such as
Ed Bryant and Vicky Ling. She knew that if she were wrong, everything could be
destroyed. She hoped she were not taking too big a gamble. It was to be the most
important decision of her life.
Breakfast the next morning in Sonya's and Joseph's hotel room was a silent affair.
Sonya was especially angry with her husband. He had stayed up almost the entire night,
catching a short nap at his desk, where she had found him when she got up fairly early
in the morning. She was amazed at his ability to drive himself so hard, but she could
see what it was doing to him as well as their marriage. He had bags under his eyes from
lack of sleep. Even though this was the only flaw in his otherwise handsome face, the
lovely brunette wife knew that he was driving himself to a heart attack. Earlier in the
morning, as she had laid restfully in bed, she thought about her plan and the
drasticness of it. Now that she could see what Joseph was doing to himself, she knew
that she had to go through with it. It would probably save his life, if not their marriage.
But while Sonya was angry at Joseph, he was silent because he was still working. He
sipped on his coffee and absentmindedly ate his toast and eggs while he read and reread 
forms and application blanks concerning Vicky's possible problem with
citizenship. Sonya tried to make, conversation with her husband, pretending to take an
interest in his work.
"It seems to me that you're going through an awful lot of work," she said, sipping her
own coffee and gently placing the cup in her saucer. She was wearing a sheer, mid
thigh length robe in an effort to give him one more chance before she put her plan into
action. She leaned forward and, presented Joseph with a enticing view of her cleavage,
the low cut and nearly open top of her robe exposing almost fully the full mounds of
her luscious breasts, and she moved her upper torso in such a way as to make the
sensually cream-white mounds nearly jiggle out of her robe. Joseph, however, was so
wrapped up in his work that he hardly noticed, or, if he did, he made no indication. He
spoke to her without even looking up.
"I want to make sure that we have everything ready in case she decides to sign with us,"
he told her in a voice that betrayed a hint of annoyance at having been disturbed.
"You mean you're not sure that she will sign with you?" Sonya asked, leaning forward
still more across the table and reaching over to lightly touch his arm, trying to gain his
attention.
"Honey... please... I have tons of work to do. We can talk about this after we get back
to the States."
That was the final straw. Sonya could feel her anger building up to the bursting point.
She stood up from her chair and glowered at her husband. "Well, I hope you have a
great deal of fun talking with Vicky Ling," she hissed as her husband looked up at her
with surprise on his face. "If you carry on a conversation with her the way you carry on
one with me, you'll probably put her to sleep."
And with that she stormed out of the living area of the hotel room and went back into
the bedroom feeling more frustrated than she would ever have dreamed possible.
Couldn't Joe see what he was doing to her, if not himself? She was feeling as though
she had failed as a woman. She fought to hold back her tears of frustration. Many times
she had thought that the problem might lie with her. If she couldn't turn on her
husband sexually, she must be failing as a woman. Having Ed fuck her would at least
prove to her that she had not failed as a woman. It would give her the reassurance her
husband was not giving her.
She wanted to take a shower before she called Ed and Vicky, and as she looked for a
towel and scented soap, Joe appeared in the doorway.
"I'm sorry, honey," he said in a tone that was apologetic out of responsibility rather
than any real concern. "We'll talk when I get back from Vicky's apartment. I expect
that it will be sometime in the afternoon, depending on how things go."
With that, he turned around and left. Sonya tightly pursed her lips. If he had stayed
just a few moments more, she would have finally exploded and told him to not bother
coming back. In that respect, she was glad he had left to quickly. She did not want to
close all the doors to a re-building of their marriage... but he left her so frustrated... so
empty. He had all but succeeded in closing her out of his life. Taking a deep breath, she
raced from the bedroom and searched through his telephone directory for the phone
number of the alluring Oriental woman. She wanted to talk to Vicky before her
husband got to her. Finding the number and quickly dialing, she heard the other end
ring several times before it was finally answered. 'I must be getting the little slut out of
bed,' she thought to herself. 'Well, tough. She's probably in bed with God only knows
how many men.' Finally, after almost two minutes of waiting, Vicky answered her
phone in a sleepy voice.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Miss Ling?"
"Yes... this is Vicky Ling. Who is this?"
"You don't know me. My name is Sonya Norman... Joseph Norman's wife."
"Norman... Norman... Ohhhhhh... the casting agent from Hollywood. Yes, what can I
do for you? Joseph is coming over still... isn't he?"
"Y... yes he is," said Sonya, breathing deeply to keep her courage up. There was
something about talking to this woman that the young wife did not like. How could she
forget about being asked to sign with a major motion picture company in Hollywood?
"In fact... he's on his way over there now. I want to ask a favor of you before he gets
there."
"Don't worry, Mrs. Norman... I won't lay a hand on your husband, if that's what's
bothering you."
In her apartment, Vicky really meant what she said. As long as she had Ching to give
her the type of loving she needed, she had no desire to even attempt to steal away
another woman's husband. Less than a week ago, she would never have thought that,
but her new pet had shown her such incredible pleasure that even a casual affair would
no longer be necessary.
"Well... in a way... that's what's on my 'mind..." said the lovely brunette wife. "But what
I want you to do is seduce him when he gets there."
There was a long silence at the other end of the phone, and Sonya began to think that
perhaps she might have read the free-spirited Oriental woman wrong. "Let me get this
straight," Vicky said. "What you want me to do is fuck your husband?"
"That's right."
"I'm afraid I don't understand."
"It's rather... rather complicated," Sonya said. She did not feel like discussing the
problems of her marriage with a total stranger. "Will you do it?"
"It sounds to me like you're trying to get your husband all fired up about something.
Are you and he having problems?"
Sonya was amazed at the perception the woman had of her situation. "Yes... yes,
something Hike that," she told Vicky. "But please... don't ask me too many questions.
The less you know the better it will be. Will you do it?"
"Well... I'll give him a look, and if I like what I see, I'll make an effort. He's not a fag, is
he?"
In spite of herself, Sonya smiled. "No... no, if anyone can get through to him... you
can."
"Well, like I say, I'll see what I can do."
"Thank you, Miss Ling."
"I assume the pleasure will be all mine," was the response, and with that, Vicky's end of
the phone went dead.
Sonya breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't as bad as she thought it would have been. But
the worst was yet to come. She would have to call Ed Bryant... something she was
looking forward to with more dread then calling the Oriental actress. Quickly, so she
would not lose her courage, she dialed Ed's room. After a long series of rings, a woman
answered. 'Par for the course,' Sonya thought. "May I speak to Ed, please?" she said,
fighting to keep her voice even and clear.
"Yeah... yeah, sure," the woman said sleepily. In a moment, the deeply masculine voice
of Ed Bryant was at the other end.
"Yeah... What'cha want?"
"Ed... ? This is Sonya. I was wondering if you could stop by a little later. Joe is out for
the day, and I was thinking that I might get a little lonely." No matter what happened,
Sonya said, it was too late to change her mind or turn back.
"Sayyyyyyyyy... I never thought that I would hear something like that coming from
you. You finally come to your senses and realize that you can't get better than who
you're talking to right now?"
Sonya gritted her teeth to keep from telling him what she really thought of him.
"Well... I am on vacation, and Joe is away..."
"Say no more, lovely lady. I'll be there in less than an hour."
The click at the other end told Sonya that she had read Ed's intentions correctly. Just let
the man know that there was a free woman somewhere, and he would be off like a shot.
Cradling her phone, she looked at it for several seconds before her thoughts returned to
her. Things had been set in motion. It was too late to try and stop them now. From
what she knew about Ed, if she tried to send him away, he would probably rape her. As
she thought about what was to come, she could feel a warm tingling in her loins. She
had been so long without a man's cock... her husband's cock, in her vagina, that she
would probably welcome even Ed's. In a way, it was all Joe's fault that she had even
considered having sex with another man. If she could only get over her loathing of the
man, she would probably enjoy having sex with him. The way things stood now, she
could enjoy having sex with anyone.
To pass the time until Ed arrived, she decided that she would take her shower. Carrying
her soap and towel into the bathroom, she started the water running while she stripped.
As she became naked, she realized that she was flushing a deep scarlet at her own
thoughts. She tried to wipe them from her mind, but it was no use. She began to think
that if she didn't get a man's cock in her soon, she would die of frustration. While the
water became warm, she caught sight of herself in the full-length bathroom mirror, and
her hazel eyes fixed on her nakedly white curves. Rather than being able to put her
licentious thoughts out of her mind, she found that the sight of her sensual naked body
increased them, and small ripples of desire washed over her shapely young form. I'm
doing this for Joe, she told herself mentally in an effort to rationalize. As she continued
to gaze at herself in the mirror, she thought approvingly of her beauty. If only she
didn't have to go to such drastic measures to get her husband to appreciate her body.
Many men had told her of her sensual beauty, and she herself could not help but
admire her own firm young curves, the fullness of her breasts topped with their berry
like nipples, and the narrowness of her hand-span waist. She let her eyes trail down
over the generous, sweeping arch of her hips and the long, white columns of fully
rounded thighs and calves. She couldn't deny that there was something sexually
fascinating in the ivory-like outline her bikini halter left across the resilient mounds of
her firm, upthrusted breasts and cupping at her smoothly ovalled buttocks. Nor the
milky-white of her hips and lower belly where the silken triangle of sparse, lightly
brown curls began to sprinkle over her puffy little pubic mound and vaginal lips, which
at the moment was inspiring a strong tingling at the base of her soft, flat tummy.
She smiled to herself, pleased that she was as sensual as she had been when she first
married Joe. It had been a long time since she had looked at herself in the nude like
this. She stepped into the shower stall and felt her tension instantly relieved as the
finely spraying needles washed against her naked, satin-soft flesh, adding to her
sensations. She tried to ease her mind, tried to allow herself to become sexually aroused
enough so that she would not back out when the moment of truth came... the moment
of finality when Ed nakedly crawled between her willingly widespread legs and hung
there above her while she committed the act of adultery... something she never thought
she would do. She closed her eyes and could almost feel his cock probing at her
sensitive, throbbing vaginal mouth... and then the actual thrust of it's heavy hardness
up into her!
God! Could she go through with it? It had been so long since she had a man's cock in
her... but to actually want Ed's huge penis in her... it was something she did not want
to think about, but could not put out of her mind, no matter how hard she tried. All
her thoughts were increasing the warm tingling between her legs. At least she was glad
that what ever happened would be purely physical. She could never have a lasting
relationship with Ed... that was for sure.

* * *

Ed Bryant was humming a little tune to himself as he walked through the hotel hallway
and approached Sonya's room. He had wanted to get into that uppity little bitch's cunt
ever since he had first seen her. He was not the kind of man who was used to being
refused by women. Just last night, in fact, he had picked up a really fine British fucker,
and she had not been able to refuse his advances for more than five minutes. In fact, all
the while he had been talking to her in the cheap bar, his cock had expanded to the
point where the girl could not help but notice it. As she fixed her eyes on the swelling
ridge of flesh in his pants, he had reached out and gently, but firmly, cupped her breast
right there in the bar. That had been all it took to get her in the sack with him... and
she had been well worth it.
But as soon as Sonya called him that morning, he made some flimsy excuse and bolted
out of his hotel room. As good as that girl had been, Ed knew she couldn't hold a
candle to the sexy little bitch Joe was married to. Just thinking about her was making
his cock swell in his pants again, painfully pressing tightly against the confining cloth.
Christ... he'd just finished fucking that nice little piece he found in the bar not ten
minutes before Sonya had called, and here he was, already getting an erection as though
he hadn't had a woman in a week. Well... Foxy Sonya will get the full benefit of him for
the morning.
He did not even stop to wonder about her sudden turn around in her attitude toward
him. She was probably getting pretty tired of having her husband spend so much time
with his work. He had a pretty good idea of what was going on between them, and he
had decided that he would just wait and bide his time until things worked out for him.
It looked like they had, and that was good enough for him.
With determination, he pressed the buzzer to Sonya's hotel room and waited until she
came to the door. When she did, and opened it, his face broke out into a huge grin. She
was wrapped in a towel, and he could see that he had gotten her out of the shower.
Welllll...
"Say," he said, his eyes fixing on the swollen mounds of her breasts, barely hidden by
the thigh-length towel, their fullness jutting out and nearly touching him as he let
himself into her room. "I like the way you answer the door. I'll bet you don't do that
for Joe."
Sonya fought the urge to tell him to go to hell. She had invited him over, and she was
determined to see this plan through. Even if she did not, she knew her husband would
be getting the fucking of his life with Vicky, and the thought that her husband Would
be getting something that she was not galled her. She owed herself a good sexual
experience... even with a coarse man like Ed Bryant.
"You sure didn't waste any time coming here," she observed, forcing herself to look at
him. Against her will, she found her eyes travelling down his body to his crotch. My
God! His cock was already swollen. And it looked so huge! She had never seen his erect
cock before... even covered by his pants. Was it possible that a human could have a
cock so big?
"Baby, when you called, I figured I wouldn't keep you waiting. The thought of you
being here all alone was something that I just couldn't get out of my mind. A woman
like you deserves only the best. So here I am... just as ordered."
His talk was at first like a knife twisting in her guts, but all the while she had been in
the shower, the smouldering in her loins had increased to the point to where she knew
she would never be able to back out now. She had to have the release she had been so
long denied, and she had worked herself up to a state of sexual frenzy that even if there
were suddenly a war declared, she would want an orgasm before she did anything else.
"Would you like a little something to drink?" she asked him, not knowing exactly how
to put her plan into action. After all, she had never had an affair like this, and she did
not know if she should pretend that things would "just happen" or throw herself at
him.
"It's a little early for me to be drinking, lover," he said, his eyes blatantly travelling up
and down the scantly towel-clad body standing in front of him. While she stood there,
her mind racing with confusing thoughts and her heart pounding so loudly that she
was almost sure that the other people in the hotel would complain of the noise, Ed
reached out and began to soothingly stroke her back through the wetness of the thin
towel. Sonya stiffened automatically to his touch, and it took all her will to remember
that she actually wanted this coarse, overbearing man to fuck her. "Hey, come on,
lover," Ed said, his voice already thick with the obvious lust he was feeling. "You didn't
want me to come over here to talk about the weather, now did you? In case you're
interested, it's supposed to be fair and sunny. Now that we've gotten all that out of the
way, let's get down to business."
Sonya was aware of her mixed emotions. On the one hand, she was glad to see that this
man was taking charge. Even though she had wanted to fuck him, she could not think
of a way to bring it up. Now that he had, there was nothing left but the actual fucking...
something she was looking forward to in spite of herself. But on the other hand, she
certainly could not be expected to just remove her towel and fuck him... could she? She
liked to think that there would be at least a little conversation, a little sweet-talking, a
few preliminaries.
"Suppose we get out of the living room," she said, turning her head slightly and giving
him a teasing smile as she walked slowly to the bedroom. If she was going to go
through with this, she would at least have him on a bed. There was something about
having sex on the floor that just did not sit right in her mind.
"Fine with me, lover," he said, following close behind. As soon as they were both in the
bedroom, Ed closed the door and turned to face the woman who was going out of her
way to seduce him. Her walking had pulled some of the towel down her body, exposing
one lush, rounded breast... and another part of the towel had opened slightly along her
hips. The sight of her smooth-textured flesh caused a thousand tiny needles of fire to
spear at his already burning loins.
"Now, suppose you get rid of that skimpy piece of cloth," he said as he came closer to
her. "It ain't covering very much, and I don't like the idea of fucking through it."
This was it, Sonya thought to herself. Oh God... Joe, I hope you can forgive me for this.
I hope you understand I'm doing it for you... for us! The lovely young wife stood
motionless, her mind raging with confusion as she watched the older, muscular
assistant-caster nearly tear his shirt from his body and drop his pants all in one motion.
"Come on, lover," he hissed as he kicked off his shoes and socks. "What are you
waiting for. You called me, remember? If you're thinking of backing out, now that
you've made my cock all hard and swollen for you..."
"N... no... It's just that... well... this is all new to me and I..."
"Honey, fucking isn't new to you. Maybe you've been without it for so long that some
of the things are a little fuzzy around the edges. Ooohhh... don't look so surprised. You
don't think I know what goes on with you and that husband of yours? Well, lover, I
know what goes on real well. Nothing goes on. But something real fine is gonna
happen now." He removed his white cotton shorts, pulling them down off his lean hips
to expose the long swollen hardness of his thick cock poling out from his hair-covered
loins, his heavy balls swinging bullishly between his lank, sinewy thighs. My God!! He's
massive! Even though she had seen only her husband's cock, Sonya knew that the cock
she was looking at was larger than any other penis she could imagine... much larger.
As she stared, mesmerized by Ed's almost angry-looking hardness, he reached out and,
with one fluid motion, pulled her towel away from her, exposing her nakedness to his
lustfully greedy eyes. His eyes roamed over the soft, round melons of her widely-spaced,
brown-tipped breasts, jiggling slightly with her body motions caused from his removal
of her last, totally inadequate defense against his gaze. She was standing with her legs
slightly spread apart, and Ed's eyes left the mounds of flesh on her chest to travel down
her flat belly to her light brown cuntal mound. The soft, moistening petal-like hair
fringed lips of her vagina were presented lustfully to his eyes, and the brown tuff of her
cuntal triangle glistened... not only from her shower, but also from the excitement was
like a living thing inside her. She had worked herself up to such a state of sexual need
while she had been waiting for him that already there was a small trickle of vaginal
juices flowing along the evenly tanned flesh of her inner thigh.
"Sayyyyyyyyy..." he said as he came still closer to her and encircled her with his
powerful arms, the smoothness of her naked skip against his own increasing even more
the swelling of his throbbing cock. "I think I could make real good use of you. Have
you ever been fucked from behind?"
Sonya was so overwhelmed with a mixture of passion and fright of the unknown that at
first she had not thought she had heard him correctly.
"Have I what?"
"Have you ever been fucked from behind? I doubt it. Well, I think that's how I'm
gonna take you. Doggie-style. You'll love it. I've never heard any complaints."
Before Sonya had a chance to say anything, Ed pulled their two bodies to the bed and
gently, although firmly, tossed Sonya onto the mattress so that she was resting on her
stomach. Letting his eyes feed hungrily on the fleshy, perfect mounds of her ass-cheeks
and the deep tantalizing crevice separating them. As he knelt behind her, his lengthy
hardened cock thrusting out from his pelvis like a rigid flag-staff, his hands cupped the
satin-smoothness of her buttocks. Yessssss... he thought... fucking her from behind
ought to be really something.
Sonya felt his hands begin a gentle but forceful kneading of her buttocks. She had never
thought of being fucked from behind, and she wondered if it would be as good as when
Joe was on top of her... the way he had been when they fucked on a regular basis.
Maybe if she liked this, she would have her husband fuck her this way all the time. As
she tried to imagine what being fucked in this new position would be like, her body
jerked, and felt Ed's thumbs slip into the deep valley between the softly trembling
cheeks and press outward to pry them wider and wider apart.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh that hurts..." she moaned, determined that she would be able to stand
the pain of having her buttocks pulled like this if it didn't get any worse. She
remembered how much it had hurt when her husband had first rammed his cock into
her cunt, and how wonderful everything had felt after. She hoped it would be the same
way this time. She could feel the brush of cool air rush between her splayed buttocks,
and she could feel her passion beginning to take over from her fright at allowing a man
who was not her husband to fuck her.
She heard him laugh at her moans, and then she felt one of his hands slipping down
through the spread open vale to %the soft sensitive lips of her vagina. Her breathing
momentarily left her as she felt, for the first time in weeks, the wonderful feeling of
fingers other than her own teasing around her vaginal lips. She sensed his fingers on
the fleshy folds of her cuntal lips gently pulling them apart, actually feeling the clinging
inner-flesh moistly adhering and tingling as he separated it to again allow the cool air
to brush against the moist, inner parts of her vagina.
Ed wedged himself in between her widely spread thighs kneeing her only slightly
resisting legs further apart until the beautiful half moons of her deliciously curved
young ass were lusciously spread open to him so that he could see the tiny puckered
mouth of her anus, and below it, the soft outer lips of her moist, auburn hair-fringed
cunt. He stared at the thinly pink slit of inner vaginal flesh separating them in a
vertically curving line of glistening delight. Jesus... he had fucked a lot of cunts, but hers
was the best he had ever seen. It was worth all the waiting to be able to take her like
this. And to think... she had actually called him! Ed, ol' boy, he thought to himself,
you're really getting a good deal. A free trip to Hong Kong and the chance to fuck the
boss's wife. Not bad at all!
"If you wanted," he said, his voice almost sarcastic, "you could turn around and take a
look at this cock of mine. I'd wager a full year's pay you haven't seen one like it... ever."
He bent low in a crouch until his face was the level with the curl-lined folds of pussy
flesh which protected her vagina. He placed his hands and thumbs inward on her lower
buttocks and felt her lurch to their touch, then once more he began to press slowly
outward and spread them lustfully apart. With gleaming eyes, Ed noticed a moisture
forming and glistening on the soft insides of her thighs as her now slightly upraised
buttocks slipped wider and wider apart. "It's a beautiful pussy, Sonya... Well worth the
wait I've given it. That husband of yours' doesn't know what he's missing."
Sonya, in spite of the new and strange position she was in, could feel more and more of
her fright slipping away, only to be replaced with mounting waves of passion which had
been stored up so long. Even though she did not like the crude and coarse talk of the
man she had willfully seduced, she was becoming more aroused than she had been in
weeks. Perhaps if she just tried to imagine that it was her husband fucking her like this,
and not a man she did not like, it would feel still better. It was certainly worth a try.
Ed pulled her hips and buttocks up still higher, and then, for some reason even he
could fathom, he held himself back purposely tormenting himself, relishing the
anticipated moment when he would actually thrust his aching cock into that tightly
clasping little cunt-hole between her ass-cheeks writhing before him. Jesus! She was
acting as though she really wasn't sure what she wanted him to do... and he was
determined that he would make up her mind for her, if that were the case. He knew
that once he rammed his penis into her cunt, she would be able to think of nothing
other than the fact that she was being stuffed with him. Having her like this was well
worth all the waiting she had been putting him through.
And then he was tired of thinking. Now that he had her, he wasn't going to waste any
more time. He straightened and moved the entire length of his heavily pulsating cock
up into the deep white crevice of her buttocks, pressing the warm quivering cheeks of
flesh together to enclose it like a heated bun around a hotdog.
Sonya quivered, but she was determined that she would go through with this part of
her plan. She forced herself to allow this man to fuck her, and did her best not to move
away. She could feel him leaning forward and plant a warm, wet kiss with laving tongue
on the hollow of her naked back, and the rush of pleasure mixed with the feeling of
loathing she still felt for this man caused her to moan. She could remember that, once,
Joe had licked her pussy, and she could remember the intensely wonderful sensations
she had derived from that experience. In a way, she hoped that Ed would do the same
to her. Perhaps then, she would be more able to actually enjoy what she was putting
herself through.
Unknown to her, Ed was thinking of doing just that. Not only had he wanted to fuck
her ever since he had seen her, he had wanted to eat her pussy as well. Until now, he
never thought he would get the chance, but it looked to him as though she was willing
to let him do anything to her he wanted... and he wanted to do plenty! With his face
nearly pressed against the smooth satin-like skin of her alabaster back, he ran his hot,
wet tongue hungrily down the smooth clenching crevice of her up-thrusted buttocks,
which had begun to sway back and forth. She was not making any effort to resist him,
and he trailed his hot, saliva-moistened tongue down over the tiny lips of her anal
mouth, then drew back scant inches from the soft brown curls fringing the sensitive
outerfolds of her pussy, it's sweet, feminine aroma feverishly inciting his nostrils. Shit,
he thought as his thumbs came into play to pressure outward once more against the
fleshy, clinging cunt-lips, the thin vertical mouth flowering open to his greedy, lustful
gaze until the entire smoothness of her delicate inner cuntal walls were totally exposed
to him!
He sensed her passionate groans, knowing that whatever reservations she seemed to
have had when he first came to her hotel room were passing away very quickly. It
delighted him to know that he was able to make her forget that she was married to his
boss. His eyes fixed on the pink smoothness of her moistly glistening cuntal flesh,
noting the sensual secretions which were now uncontrollably trickling to coat her
cuntal area flesh in a wet bath of viscid delight. He breathed hard and blew teasingly
into her, wanting her to become as totally abandoned as she could. Christ... he didn't
want to fuck a dish-rag. He wanted some action out of this woman's ass. He wanted her
writhing and squirming, and his blowing seemed to have provided the spark necessary.
He could feel her begin to squirm with more and more force... the passionate force he
knew he was bringing out in her.
Sonya was indeed being swept through with a wind that had been all too long missing
from her life. She could feel herself losing the small amount of reservation she had
about Ed as she felt him pressing his face against her once again. She could sense inside
herself the realization of the erotic which Joe had neglected to bring her. It was almost
like a dream, and she took a deep breath as she felt him open his mouth wide and cup
her vagina with his hungry lips, completely encasing her cunt with his mouth. Again
she squirmed, and she felt his hands tighten on her buttocks to hold her in place so that
she did not pull her pussy away from his mouth.
And then a blazing sheet of blinding, searing passion scorched her being as she felt one
quick lash of his tongue thrusting up through the warm butter-like folds of her mouth
engulfed pussy!
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh...!" she gasped from the sudden, unexpected entry into her
heatedly moistened vaginal flesh, a surprising sigh smothering itself in the blankets
beneath her. She jerked forward with the first hot, teasing contact in an involuntary
spasm on total pleasure. She had never felt Joe's tongue enter her so deeply or skillfully.
She could feel her tight vaginal channel contract and open reflexively around the long,
smooth length of searing, wet tongue sunk suddenly deep up inside her.
From his position behind Her ass, Ed thought he could hear her breaths exploding
down into the blankets of the un-made bed... groans of pleasure that she had long been
without. Even though he could not see her face, he knew it would be twisted into a
mask of lust and passion. He could picture her beginning to twist her face harder and
harder into the cushioning softness as he started a tongue whipping up into her. He
forced his wide-open mouth closer and began to work over the entire widespread
crevice of her lovely upturned loins, sucking and licking as if he would never be able to
get enough, while her naked white ass-cheeks tremored and swayed around his cuntburied 
face as she lost all control.
Her neglected cunt flowered open wider and wider to Ed's unbelieving relish, her
wetness increasing with each further second his hungrily sicking mouth worked at the
hotly dilating little hole. He felt it running in warm, thin little trickles down his face as
he pressed snugly into the softly yielding flesh between her warm, white buttocks. He
would show this formerly uppity little cunt a thing or two about pussy-sucking. She
might even go bragging to her husband about the time she had.
He straightened and moved his loins in tighter behind her, licking at his cunt-smeared
lips while he grasped at the throbbing length of his thick cock. He inched .forward
between her widespread thighs, as far as he could possibly go, then guided the dancing
rod of swollen hardness with thumb and forefinger, eagerly using its heavily blood
engorged spongy tip to part the softly curling pubic hair. He could see and feel the
heated folds of her cuntal flesh close wetly over the rounded head of his cock. The tiny,
sensually puckering mouth of her anal-lips seemed to wink up at him, a go-ahead sign
that Ed hoped he would never forget as long as he lived. For a moment, he thought of
taking his cock out of her cunt and ramming it in her ass, but he decided against it.
Maybe another time. Right now, he wanted to give her the fucking of her life... and that
meant her cunt. Trapped between the delicious layers of hot wet vaginal flesh, he knew
that he had to fuck her... ram it into her as she never would have believed it could
happen.
By this time, Sonya was lost in a world of passion. Every small part of frustration she
had felt because of her husband was finally being fucked out of her. She could picture
in her mind what was happening to her... she could imagine what Ed must look like as
he posed his cock at the seething wet entrance to her vagina from behind. She was
enthralled that he had come now. If nothing else happened, she knew that she would
get a man's cock in her after so long having been denied. She could feel him thrust
hard into her, and she felt the hot giving walls of her tightly contracting vagina
soothingly slip up over and wetly encase the lust-hard length of his pulsating cock-head
up into her.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh...!" Sonya gasped beneath him as she was overwhelmed with a
wave of passion. Nearly the entire length of his swollen hardness had soared up into the
tight wet cuntal passage with pussy-splitting force. She could remember how large his
cock had looked, and the thought that he had rammed the massiveness into her filled
her with a feeling so blissful that she almost wanted to die from the happiness. It had
been so long... and now it was coming true for her. She could feel it pressuring hard
against the tightness of her desperately clasping cuntal walls. She wasn't sure if the
tightness was from the fact that her cunt had become accustomed to only her fingers or
if Ed's cock was so huge and thick. At the moment, she didn't care. This man was
making her feel more like a woman than she had in three weeks, and she was going to
enjoy it as much as she could.
She was awash with passion as she concentrated on his long, thick penis skewering into
her this way... from behind. God, she felt so wet and open and wonderful because of it.
His long thick cock slid up into her easily from the warm, fluid secretions his amazing
tongue had caused to flow from her hotly palpitating vagina! She could see now that
she had done the right thing... at least as far as she was concerned.
She began to make little incoherent mewling sounds, and over them, she could hear
Ed's breaths rasping from his lungs in grunting bursts as he began to fuck harder and
deeper into her. And then, the first pin-pricks of her impending orgasm began to make
themselves felt with the hardness of Ed Bryant's cock ravaging up into the churning
depths of her belly.
"Aaahhh... God... OOh, God...!" she moaned.
"Come on, you hot little fucker," he hissed back at her. "You got me out of bed to come
over here. Let's see some action in that ass of yours."
Her own husband had never said anything like that to her... and then she remembered
that her husband was on the other side of town. She was lost in a world of passionate
lust that she had all but forgotten about in the. past three weeks... she had almost
forgotten how to fuck. Damn Joe anyway, she thought. And then she began writhing
and jerking her hips, fucking back against the battering blood-inflated head of his long
thick penis pummeling deep up into the soft underside of her flesh-filled belly. The
pleasure was incredible. She could feel that his thighs were coated with perspiration,
sticky-hot along the under and inner-sides of her own. With every thrust now she could
feel his heavy, sperm-bloated balls slapping down hard against the widespread lips of
her fully filled vagina and her tiny quivering clitoris which had never known such
sensations of feverish excitement before. They even slapped with a resounding caress
against the puffiness of her hair-covered pubic mound as he fucked into her from
behind without letting up.
AAAAAAHHHHHH...! He was splitting open her whole belly with his huge, thick
penis... up to the swollen, squashed mounds of her jerkily dancing breasts. There were
moments when she thought he was bursting inside her, expanding the intricate little
parts of her deeply impaled vagina that had been so empty and unused for so long. And
she loved every second of it. She had been looking forward to this for so long...
"Jesus..." Ed said clutching at her hips and thighs, then leaning forward to drop his
hands and tease beneath and into the soft, giving flesh of her belly below, the taunting
tips of his fingers stroking the puffy swell of her pubic mound, the erotic caresses
causing her tiny, straining clitoris immeasurable sensations of long absent pleasure.
And all the while his hugely swollen cock fucked ceaselessly up into her throbbing
vagina, the growing sensations beginning to rip through her kneeling body like no way
they had with her husband.
Sonya felt him inch in still closer between her wide-spread thighs to pressure them out
farther with his knees, ramming his lustfully swollen hardness deeper and deeper up
into her to the very hilt. His heavy, sperm-bloated testicles continued to beat a wanton
tattoo against her fervently quivering clitoral bud. Stretched open this way, he was
reaching never-ending depths up into her, bringing moan after moan from her panting
mouth. Her back was beginning to ache, but she was able to put that small pain out of
her mind with the much more noticeable pleasure emanating from her wonderfully
ravished loins. The pleasure sensations were, growing stronger and stronger, and her
burning vaginal passage was aflame with an erotic throbbing she would never have
dreamed possible. She could feel her cuntal channel rhythmically clasping at the thickly
hardened sinew of his lengthy cock. Maddening electric-like little prickles had begun
deep within her womb to spread relentlessly over the raw nerve-ends of her naked
sweating flesh. His hard hairy pelvis battered the softness of her wantonly upturned
buttocks with flat smacking sounds. She could hear his passionate grunts gutturally
escaping him while the familiar sensations of coming orgasm rippled through her own
loins and out the feverish, fleece-lined lips of her hotly seething cunt, dancing like
tongues of wild fire across her thighs and belly.
He squirmed and fucked madly into her, raising wild new whimpers from the depths of
her chest with every plunge from his kneeling position behind her. Goddddddddd... his
cock seemed to be continuously growing inside her now tire-filled belly... and reaching
higher and higher toward her very throat. The resilient flesh of her full breasts rippled
and jounced from the jarring impact of his barrage, their pebble-like nipples excitedly
tingling as they brushed and burrowed into the soft blankets. Then she found herself
mindlessly grinding the wide-stretched mounds of her up-turned buttocks back onto the
slickened rod of pleasure-bringing hardness that was skewering wildly up into her
passion-inflamed cunt. She was aware of nothing but the dynamic building pressure of
screaming, fluid urgency in her hotly boiling loins and belly... pressure that was
pyramiding toward that long awaited moment when a man's penis, and not her own
fingers, would give her an orgasm.
For his part, Ed couldn't have cared less about the problems Sonya and Joe were
having. All he knew or cared about was that he had at long last gotten to fuck this
luscious looking cunt... and she was fucking back as though she had wanted him to
fuck her like this for a long time. On his knees, bent over her quivering body from
behind, Ed gritted his teeth, beginning to strenuously fuck in and out of her with
longer, harder strokes, his own lean buttocks hollowing with every lunge. A feeling that
he was at last the master over, not only Sonya, but his boss as well, spiraled through
him as he held her flared, white hips tightly against his still-thickening cock. Finally, he
was getting into this tight cunt, and he was as pleased with himself as a man could be.
He squeezed her soft, satin-like flesh in greedy, lust-charged hands until it stood up in
thick, white hillocks. Each time he fucked harder up into her his fingers gripped tighter,
squeezing her soft, unresisting thighs hard enough to cause her to moan slightly from
the pain he was causing.
But it was a pain she had all too long been without, and she loved it. It made her all the
more aware that she was at long last being fucked by a man... even if that man was not
her husband. At this point, she didn't care who was at the other end of the cock that
was ramming so wonderfully into her cunt from behind. She was delighting in the
working his hands were giving her fleshy buttocks, and she felt him stretch her
tautened ass-cheeks even wider with his fingers, causing her more pleasure than she
would have thought possible.
Ed was excitedly watching the pink folds of glistening wet cuntal flesh clinging hungrily
around his rampaging cock like lustful sucking lips, vanishing again when he slammed
it up into her. Then, he thought of worming his finger up into the tiny puckered lips of
her anus, but, changing his mind, he levered forward on his knees and with a loud
grunt drove his hurtfully throbbing hardness to the very depths of it's aching capacity.
He could feel the warm, liquidish resistance spread before the rubbery, blood-swollen
head, forcing a choked, throaty moan from her as though the breath had been knocked
from her. "Aaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuugggggggg gihhhhhhhh...!" Sonya gasped beneath his
maddened fucking which, by this time, had destroyed her powers of reason. Vaguely,
she was aware of straining her upturned buttocks in a wanton cadence onto the heavily
pulsating cock that he was pumping blissfully up into the churning inferno between her
legs. And... and she was undulating her hips in a wild, crazy motion that defied all
description. She never thought that she would enjoy sex with this man as much as she
did, but there was no denying it. She was abandoning herself to the breathtaking
fucking she was getting from behind with an ungovernable and frantically building
passion. She realized that her head was flailing wildly, her shoulder-length, disheveled
hair whipping back and forth like tassels in the wind, and then, she finally twisted her
head sideways to look back at him so he could see the immense rapture his allconsuming 
fucking was bringing to her!
When Ed saw that he was really bringing her all this pleasure after she had been trying
for so long to ignore him, he almost went wild. He had known all along that sooner or
later this high-stepping young wife would come around to him, considering the way her
husband was ignoring her. He sensed the impossibility of his lustfully burning cock
growing even thicker in the seething furnace of Sonya's wetly clenching vagina as he
continued to ram it resoundingly up into the depths of her now hungrily quivering
belly. A sensually induced grin broke his rugged, handsome face at the thought that she
had all but pleaded with him to come over to her hotel room and fuck her, even though
she had never said so much. He couldn't care less what she thought of him after he was
finished with her... or, for that matter, what her husband thought of him. Maybe he
would get lucky and Joe would stay the way he was. Then this luscious woman would
want him to fuck her all the time. At the moment, that thought was looking pretty
good to the assistant casting agent. Considering the way she was writhing and
squirming under him right now, she was getting the fucking of her life, and she knew
it. He wanted her to remember who was doing this to her... just in case she wanted
more of the same at a later time.
Sonya had forgotten all about her plan for the moment. She had fallen under a spell of
lustful enchantment she had not known for a long time. There was a tremendous, ever
expanding balloon filled with joy blowing up to an impossible size within her! And
then... then... suddenly, without warning, she wailed an eerie shriek as that balloon
burst within her, sending wildly ecstatic sensations racing through her erotically
straining loins, overwhelming her with maddening bliss. She screamed again and again
in mindless passion as tears of utter joy streamed down her face, uncontrolled rapture
flowing through her writhing body with the sensuous rush of earth-shattering release.
Finally, she sensed the calm within, though she still trembled like a leaf in a storm, her
panting young belly quivering while her lover continued to incessantly fuck his
massively swollen cock deep up into her penis-filled vagina. With a mounting force,
rasping and grunting like a savage animal, Ed went on sawing in and out of her,
shoving her tear-stained face harder onto the mattress with every forceful, forward
lunge. Even though she had cum, she still delighted in the fact that he had not yet, and
was continuing to ram his cock up into her. She thought she would never be able to get
enough of his amazingly large penis. Her ravaged vaginal passage started to feel as if it
were being split wider still, and she thought she could feel the throes of yet a second
orgasm coming on. She gnashed her teeth with the incredible pleasure she was feeling,
inwardly praying that she would soon feel his lust-driven sperm empty into her.
Sonya felt a blissful pain even deeper in the depths of her belly as the huge, blood
inflated head of Ed's heavily buried cock suddenly flared into a massiveness which
threatened to tear the tiny, clam-like mouth of her womb apart. It jerked and began to
spurt and at last, she could feel the hotly gushing semen shooting into her in long
seething bursts, sloshing around deep up in the confines of her formerly empty belly.
She could feel her inner depths quivering from the long awaited contact of his liquid
fire. Then she could feel that she was indeed about to re-experience the orgasm she had
only moments before. The smooth wet walls of her still hotly palpitating vagina began
to close tighter of their own will and clasp hungrily around the cum-slickened cock in
quick-frictioned little spasms of delight. The uncontrollably excited cavern sucked and
milked insanely at Ed's rhythmically jerking cock as she feverishly began to work her
naked, upturned ass-cheeks back and in a new and wild untamed frenzy.
' Ed was himself lost in the rapture of orgasm. His over-taxed cock was wilting like a
dying summer rose now, and for a moment, he fell forward on her naked back, having
finally emptied her scalding load into the warm, gushing cavern on her cuntal passage.
Still, though, her hips and buttocks continued to writhe and squirm beneath him, her
sweat and passion-released wetness coating her naked flesh and making little wet
sounds which filled the bedroom as their naked skin slapped together.
For a long while, neither Ed nor Sonya could say anything, each being lost in the
rapture of after-orgasm. Sonya was still squirming her hips, attempting to have another
orgasm, but she could feel the deflated cock of her lover slipping out of her vagina, and
it caused her some dismay.
"Say, lover," Ed said as he finally caught his breath enough to speak. "Just where is that
husband of yours anyway?"
Sonya closed her eyes as she thought of her plan... and of having called Vicky Ling and
telling her to seduce him.
"He went to Vicky Ling's apartment," she told her lover, hoping that he would now
leave her alone so she could finger herself and release the still smouldering fires searing
in her belly.
"Wellllll, little lady," said Ed with a broad grin on his face. "I think I'm beginning to see
what's going on here."
"W... what are you talking about?" Sonya asked.
"Awwwwww, come on," said Ed as though Sonya was asking something a little obvious,
of the lovely wife were trying to cover up for her husband. "Joe goes off to the lovely
Vicky Ling's and leaves you here all alone. You decide that you want to get back at him
so you call me up. Very nice. Very, very nice. Once that luscious Oriental gets signed
up with us, Joe will want to spend more time with her, and you'll want to spend more
time with me. I like that."
Sonya couldn't believe what she was hearing. Ed was telling her that he wanted to carry
on an affair with her... that Joe was having an affair with a woman he had only met
today. Oh, God... that meant that if Vicky were signed, Ed would be wanting to fuck
her more and more. Once was enough. Sonya could feel once again like a woman... but
she had done all this for her husband... not Ed. And she knew that there would be
trouble if she tried to tell Ed the truth... that she had merely used him, and didn't want
to use him ever again. She was not the kind of woman who could carry on an affair
with a man... even if her husband approved, which she doubted he would.
But what could she tell the casting assistant? Somehow, she had to find the words to tell
him that all of what had happened was a one-shot deal... that she had done it for the
sake of her marriage.
"Well, I think I'm gonna leave you for the moment, lover," Ed said, bouncing off the
bed and starting to dress. "I don't want your husband to be getting all the kicks from
that foxy Ling. I think I'm going to pay them a visit."
"Noooooo..." Sonya said. If Ed went there and stopped Joe from being seduced, Sonya's
carefully thought out plan would be shattered. Joe might feel so guilty at having Ed see
him fucking another woman that her plan wouldn't work.
"Sorry, Lover," Ed said as he opened the door to her hotel. "I'm not a married man, and
I fuck who I please. You were pretty good, and something tells me that we're going to
have more little meetings like this. But I think I'll go and make the newest addition to
our film company as welcome as I can."
And with that, he was gone.
Sonya heard the door close as she lay on her stomach on top of the rumpled blankets.
In addition to the sensual feelings still flowing in her belly, she could feel the fear that
her plan might fail. All her work would be for naught. Joe would come home,
frightened that Ed might tell her he had been caught fucking Vicky and Sonya would
never be able to tell her husband that she had actually asked Vicky to seduce him.
What would he think of her if he knew that? He would probably never want to see her
again. And then things would be worse off than they were before. But she couldn't call
up Vicky's apartment and warn them. She didn't know what she could do other than
wait and see what happened.
And then Sonya had a thought. She didn't want to be at her hotel when Joe came back.
If something went wrong, she knew she would never be able to face him. He would
either be very angry or very ashamed, and either way she didn't want to be with him
when he first came home. Maybe if he came home and she were not there, it would
give him a little time to think of what he could tell her... if he thought he had to tell her
anything at all. She needed time to think things through herself.
She remembered reading about the city parks in some travel folders she had looked
through before she and her husband had come to Hong Kong. There was really no
point in staying in her hotel. Perhaps if she got out and spent some time alone in a
park, she would be able to come to some sort of conclusion about what she should do
with Ed, Vicky and her husband.
The closest park was only about a half hour's walk away. She remembered that it was
fairly close to Vicky Ling's apartment, but that made no difference. Perhaps the
symbolic closeness of the park to where the plan was being carried out would make her
think even clearer. She might even pay the alluring Oriental a visit later on in the day
to talk to her and find out if things had gone well.
Dressing quickly, she left her hotel room, her mind clouded with the thought that she
was really not cut-out for the type of intrigue she now found herself in.


Chapter 5

Joseph Norman was all business as he pressed the buzzer to Vicky's apartment. He was
carrying a folder filled almost to overflowing with forms, applications and contracts, and
he was proud of himself for being so well-briefed and able to answer any questions
Vicky might ask about her role in his film company.
He was about to press the buzzer again when the door to Vicky's apartment opened.
Joe was about to introduce himself when he could feel the hairs at the base of his neck
prickle. His eyes widened in surprise as he saw, First the alluring Oriental woman
standing in the door wearing nothing more than a sheer, almost transparent bathrobe
and holding a drink in her hand. For a long moment, his eyes were fixed at the black
haired woman standing in front of him. He had totally expected that she would be
professional and serious, but he could see that he had been wrong. Her robe was almost
open, and much of her firm, smooth thighs were revealed wantonly. A good deal of her
rich, yellow-brown bosom was exposed too, thrusting through the sheer material of her
nearly naked shoulders. Through the thin robe, he could see the deep, jet-black cuntal
triangle and the rich, brown nipples topping her full breasts.
And then, as his eyes somehow pulled away from her body, he could see, sitting next to
her, the largest German shepherd he had ever seen in his life. For a moment, he
thought that the great dog might attack him, but he appeared to be sitting and watching
the man with only a vague interest.
"Good morning," Joe said, taking a deep breath to steady his suddenly ragged nerves.
"We have an appointment. My name is..."
"You're Joe Norman, and you want me to join your film company. Well, come in, come
in," Vicky said, her face carrying a smile that was brazen in it's moist hot intensity. As
Joe walked through the door, she felt that his wife must be really desperate to actually
ask her to seduce him. He was really handsome and rugged looking. If Vicky had ever
had a lover like this, she would make sure that he never left her sight. How could a
man like this be neglecting his wife? He looked as though he was really dynamite in
bed... and she was glad to have the opportunity to find out.
Ever since his wife had called with her strange request, Vicky had done some serious
thinking, Now that she had her dog, she really had no need for the endless stream of
male lovers to which she had become accustomed. But she saw in Sonya's pleading the
opportunity to help someone and give her life the meaning she had thought about only
the day before. If she could actually help bring this man and his wife back together, she
was more than willing to put her talents to good use. With her loving dog to be her
constant companion now, she had thought that she would never take a human lover
again. How fitting, she thought, that the last time she would have a man, it should be
out of a sense of helpfulness. It would give her life the meaning she had sought for.
She was pretty sure, by this time, that she would not be signing Joe's film company. She
had all but had it with the rat-race of trying to make money and fame for herself. She
had enough to live on, and she found no further need for the fame she had once
thought she wanted. Now, she would go out in a blaze of passion, helping two total
strangers to find their lives together before she lived for herself and the pleasure she
could have with her dog.
"Is this a... a bad time for you?" Joe stammered. "I mean, it looks like you were just
getting out of bed and..."
"Not at all," she smilingly exclaimed, stepping away from him a little and taking a sip
of her drink. "I've been up for some time. You must realize that at the moment, I'm on
vacation, and I like to be comfortable."
Even though Joe tried to keep his mind on the business at hand, he could not take his
eyes off the nearly naked body so casually presented to him Although he did not realize
it, all the time he had spent in work and neglecting his wife was beginning to take it's
toll. Against his will, he could feel his cock starting to balloon in his pants, and he tried
hard to resist the lascivious thoughts which were flooding his mind. But Christ... what a
body she had. In all the movies of her he had seen, he had never once even considered
her to be as sensual as she was in real life.
"Would you like something to drink?" she asked in a tone that Joe recognized as
seductive. "It might be a little early for you, but I find that talking over drinks is much
easier."
Joe started to tell her that it was indeed too early for him, but he never got the chance.
Besides, he wanted the talk to go well, and if she could talk better over drinks, well... so
be it. There was nothing forcing him to actually drink what she offered him. He could
feel a flush start out of the collar of his shirt as Vicky left the living room, swaying her
hips sensually and followed by her dog close behind. He turned away as she returned,
and looked for a place where he could sit and talk as she pressed a glass into his hand.
Managing to get his thoughts under control, the casting agent looked up at the brazen
Oriental woman and said, "Shall we get right down to business?"
Vicky smiled. "Lover, would I like nothing better than to get right down to business,'
she thought. "Not just yet," she said as she sat down next to him on her couch. "Let's
just talk a little." 'Jesus... if this guy is having problems with his wife, the last thing I
want to do is scare him away. I still can't believe that he won't fuck her.' She crossed on
light brown leg over the other, and the robe inched high up on her thighs, almost to
her cunt, revealing a long expanse of her deep, almost bronzed flesh. Then Vicky leaned
forward slightly, turning toward Joe so that a good deal of her richly hued bosom, her
full, firm breasts, were exposed to his gaze. He was almost certain that he could detect
just a hint of the brown hardness of her nipples, and the flush came out of his collar
again. Try as he might, he wasn't able to take his eyes from her provocative lushness
now, even though, in the back of his mind, he could feel her dog brush up against his
feet between him and the alluring woman. He could also feel his penis spasming once...
twice... in his pants with beginning arousal.
'This is silly,' he thought to himself. 'I'm a married man with a lovely wife. I shouldn't
be having these thoughts. I'm here on business... and that's that!' Feeling a little
flustered, he took a healthy slug of the drink she had given him.
Sitting so close to this handsome man, Vicky could feel the initial warm seepings of
excitement begin to flow between her legs as she thought of what would be happening
soon. She was going to seduce this man and really show him what it was like to be
fucked. In a way, she was glad that his wife had asked her to do it. It would be a shame
to break up a marriage just for a good fuck. Not that she was above doing something
like that... or at least used to be. Now that she had turned over a new leaf, she was glad
that what she was about to do had the sanction of this man's wife. It sounded a little
strange to her, but ever since she had come to Hong Kong, she had seen a lot that she
never thought could have existed. For example, two days ago, she would never have
thought of fucking and sucking a dog, and now, she wanted nothing more... but after
she had one final fling at a man.
As Joe fumbled for words, she glanced at the front of his pants, and she was certain that
she could see his cock pulsing in his pants, jumping spasmodically from time to time,
pushing his trouser material out briefly. Her cuntal juices began to flow faster with her
increased anticipation. Everything was working out the way Joe's wife wanted... Vicky
could see that Joe was very well endowed, and she knew that she would really enjoy
having his cock thrust up between her legs.
Joe sipped at his drink, not really wanting it, but finding that he had to do something
to calm his jagged nerves. There was something about the nearness of this hot-blooded,
alluring Oriental that told him his wife might have been right about her... and he was
beginning to wish that they could just finish the contract talks and he could leave to
finalize everything.
The casting agent took a healthy gulp from his glass, draining it. He felt a warm,
relaxed lethargy begin to flow over him. The alcohol was beginning to have a
heightening effect on his bloodstream, while at the same time dulling his mind so that
the pounding of his heart seemed twice as loud. He could not take his eyes from the
sultry smiling face of Vicky Ling, at the kind of encompassing sex she invited, the full
rich softness of her firm, high breasts... for a moment, he wanted to tweak her nipples
into rock-hard erection, take each nipple in his mouth and roll it around and around
with his tongue...
He could feel his cock jerk into sudden, instant rigidity, as if it were alive and straining
for release from it's cloth prison. He tried to will it limp again. He had to stop thinking
like this... He was a married man... and there was work to do. The thought of his wife
only added fuel to his lustful thoughts. Damn... He had never thought about it until
this moment, but he had been neglecting her. Jesus... after he finished the meeting with
Vicky, he would have to fuck Sonya. He would never be able to work thinking like he
was now. He only hoped that it was not too late. His wife had been acting pretty angry
with him lately. He thought of the night before when she had left him at his desk and
slammed the door to her bedroom. He could see what he was doing to her now... and
he wanted to make sure that he never did anything like that again.
His balls were beginning to ache from the presence of quickly gathering sperm. He
needed release, desperately, and he realized that he had been a fool. What kind of a
man was he to be denying not only his wife, but himself as well, of the sexual pleasures
he now wanted so badly?
Vicky could see that Joe was beginning to lose his control. It was almost as if he had
forgotten what he had come to her room for. Wellll... that was alright with her. She
wasn't going to sign with him anyway. It would be a shame to have him come all this
way and not get anything out of her. She decided that it was time to press her
advantage. The dark-haired Oriental leaned close to him, and he could feel her hot
breath on his cheek, like the scorching heat of a branding iron. He knew that he should
stop her. The last think he wanted was to get involved with another woman. What
would Sonya think if she knew he was not fucking her but was fucking another
woman? But he couldn't move. She touched his knee, lightly, and her fingers seemed to
be like weights holding him in place.
"What do you say we have a little fun before we talk about contracts and things like
that?" she asked, her voice low and throaty.
"Vicky... Miss Ling... I'm... I'm married and... and..."
"And nothing, lover," she said, jiggling her breasts slightly and almost laughing to
herself as she saw his eyes widen in surprise. 'Shit,' she thought, 'he's been away from a
cunt for so long that he's acting like a fifteen year old. Looks like I'm gonna have 
to reeducate him.' Her motions against Joe made her feet press firmly against Ching, who
had been patiently lying between them. At the sensation of his mistress's touch, the
great dog whined. Vicky felt a slight pang of sadness at the fact that she had been
neglecting her new pet, but she had been asked to help, and she would have many days
ahead with her dog. To Joe's relief, the lovely Oriental stood up from the couch.
"I hope you'll excuse my while I let my dog out," she said moving in such a way so as
to keep Joe as aroused as she could. Ching followed her to the door, and when she
opened it, he looked at her questionably. Was he being sent away? Had he done
something wrong?
"You go on out, Ching " Vicky said in as soothing a voice as she could. "Go out and
play in the park. I'll come for you later."
Sadly, with his tail between his legs as though he thought he were being punished, the
great German shepherd walked through the hall and out the front door to the
apartment. Vicky felt unhappy that she had to send her dog away, but she knew that he
would probably go to the park where she had found him. She also knew that he would
not wander too far away. It was a sacrifice she had to make, and as long as she was
going to be fucked by Joe, she didn't mind so much that she would not be able to
concentrate on the favor Sonya had asked of her.
Still sitting on the couch, Joe felt as though Vicky was ready to talk about signing with
him, but as his eyes followed her swaying body while she returned to him, he was in for
the surprise of his life. Without warning, she reached out and touched his pulsating,
cloth-encased penis.
Joe almost leapt off the couch in a convulsive reaction to the electric shock of her touch
on his super-sensitive cock. Then Vicky stroked it lightly as she sat next to him again,
increasing the rhythm of her caresses. Her breasts pressed hotly, softly, against his arm
now as she moved as close to him as she could. Her lips found his jaw line and traced a
pattern upward along his cheek, her tongue flicking out to trail a path of fire over his
skin as her hand continued to run over his greatly swollen penis. Joe was totally
mesmerized. He couldn't move. The feelings that were searing through him were so
strong that he was fixed in his seat.
"For God's sake... Vicky... please..." he vainly protested, thoughts of his wife... his
marriage... his job all melting and forming a fuzzy dream in the back of his mind. He
couldn't fuck this woman. He had never thought of doing anything like that. He had
never thought of cheating on his wife with any woman, and he certainly didn't want to
start now. But try as he might, he couldn't move. There was something stronger than
his marriage holding him in place next to this teasing, seductive woman.
"Now, Joe, Vicky whispered. "You shouldn't fight that erection of yours. You want to
fuck me, don't you. I can feel it in your cock. You want to fuck me more than you want
to do anything else, isn't that right? And I want you to."
Joe opened his mouth, but he couldn't deny the truth to himself. All thoughts of Sonya
back in his hotel room vanished from his mind, and the three weeks he had immersed
himself in work and abstained from sex finally overflowed and took control. He leaned
forward and placed his mouth on hers, his tongue thrusting deep up into the warm
cavern of hers. Vicky's hand began to move faster on his turgid shaft, and she sucked
and nibbled at his tongue, swirling her own around and around his, darting into his
mouth and then withdrawing in a rhythm of copulation, with she as the aggressor she
was. As with a will of its own, Joe's left hand came up and found her breast, squeezing
and kneading the soft, hot pliant flesh through the sheerness of her robe, then dipped
under the flimsy cloth to draw the garment down and away, exposing one naked,
brown-yellow breast with its desire-swollen nipple and darker aureole. He could feel the
wetness from the seminal fluid which seeped from the hard tip of his cock as she
continued to massage him through his pants with practiced thoroughness. It was just
like old times, she thought to herself. Only tills time, she was doing this for other
people as well as herself. It gave her a warm feeling of being needed, and she was
determined that she would give this man the fucking of his life to save his marriage.
Then, suddenly, with his fingers kneading the soft resilient flesh of her round firm
breast and his rigidly erect cock jerking almost out of control, the thought of his wife
entered his mind once again. He couldn't be doing this. He had to get away. This was
wrong. He had never wanted anything like this to happen. He wrenched himself
violently from Vicky, pulling his bulging cock. His face was flushed with a brilliant
crimson... mostly from the guilt he was feeling. He averted his eyes from the alluring
Oriental, and her almond-shaped, coal-black eyes looked at him questionably.
"What's the matter?" she asked casually. "I hope you're not worried about your little
wife. She doesn't have to know about this... if you don't want her to."
"I... I can't cheat on her... I've been... I just can't, that's all."
While he was turned away from her, wondering if he should tell her that it had been a
long time since he had fucked his wife, and that it had been his fault, he felt her leaving
the couch. Hope rose in his body that she might stop teasing him beyond his strength
to resist, and he turned to her to tell her good-bye. But as he looked up at her, his
mouth gaped open and his eyes seemed to protrude with shock. Vicky was totally
naked. She had slithered out of her robe and was standing in its puddle with her legs
spread wide apart, her head and shoulders pulled back her hands knuckled
provocatively at him with her mouth parted, the tip of her wet, pink tongue showing
itself kitten-like. Her almond-shaped eyes glowed brightly with the lust she was
obviously feeling, and the moist, petal-like softly hair-fringed lips of her vagina were
presented eagerly to his eyes, the pure black triangle of her cuntal mound glistening in
the sun-light that bathed her apartment. Her high, smoothly rounded yellow-brown
breasts seemed to quiver as if with some inner vibration, the nipples hard and
distended. Her long, slender dark legs were moist with the flowing juices of her
passion-flowered cuntal mouth.
"Well, lover... like what you see?"
"Miss Ling... Vicky..." her name choked in his swollen throat, and he could say nothing
more. He could only stare at her, at her completely salacious pose, made all the more
mysterious because of her Oriental background. He could feel his cock begin its
maddening pulsations again.
Slowly, very slowly, Vicky lowered her hands, her black, slanted eyes fastened on his,
and pressed her fingertips to her mysteriously dark, curling pubic mound, slowly
caressing herself down between her legs, her long, polished nails glistening as they
blazed a path through the thin, black, silken hair. When her fingers reached the
glistening pink slit between her legs, she placed the thumb and forefinger of her left
hand on either side of the soft, shining lips and spread them gently apart, revealing the
trembling pink bud of her clitoris, tiny and throbbing with her excitement. With her
right forefinger, then, she traced up her cuntal slit until she came in contact with the
miniature phallus. She tweaked it once... twice... sending more rivulets of lubrication
trailing down her inner thighs. Then her middle finger went lower, poised at the lips of
her vagina and slipped easily up inside, burying itself to the first knuckle. She withdrew
it, slid it in again... and repeated her finger fucking with her slanted, coal-black eyes
glazed with passion. Faster and faster and faster her finger slid wetly in and out of her
tight cuntal sheath, and as she rolled and twisted her hips with delight at the sensation
searing through her flesh from her fingerfucking, she spoke to Joe in her low, hypnotic
voice.
"I don't want my finger in my cunt... I want your cock there. And I can tell that you
want to give it to me. You look like the kind of man who could give Vicky a really good
fucking."
The words... the blatant, graphic descriptions of what she expected of him... burned in
his mind. He could not think about his wife now. In fact, there was only one thought
on his mind as he watched the alluring, dark-haired Oriental finger fuck herself not
three feet away from his face...
He had to fuck her! HAD TO...!
Somehow, he found the strength to stand up, and he could feel the luscious, teasing
Oriental place her hands on his belt, opening it... and then Joe was helping her,
feverishly stripping himself, flinging his clothes wherever they happened to fall. There
was nothing on his mind at all concerning either his wife or getting Vicky Ling to sign
a contract with him. All he wanted to do was fuck this woman... this luscious Oriental
woman.
Now he was naked, as she was, his thick, blood-engorged penis standing out at a heavy
angle from his loins, quivering, seeping seminal fluid. He reached out to her and drew
her against him, and showered hot, moist kisses over the Oriental beauty's round face,
her long throat, into the valley of her full, dark breasts, his hands moving over the
smooth hillocks of her ass, cupping them... squeezing their soft, pliant flesh. She was
breathing into his ear, hot and sweet, and her tongue flicked out to dance inside, racing
along the soft, sensitive skin of his inner ear. Her hand searched down between their
tightly clasped bodies, located the hot, rock-hardness of his penis. He gasped as the hot
searing tips of her fingers closed over his rigid cock, and twirled together, as if trying to
blend into one. Vicky crushed the full length of her body desperately against his and
ground her pelvis hard into him. Then she twisted suddenly, pulling him over astride
her, opening her legs wide as they had been before, her cunt flaring open, eagerly
waiting.
The lust-incited young Oriental's hands were running wildly up and down along his
body, tracing the hard muscles of his shoulders, the cleft of his back, the tautly clenched
cheeks of his ass, exploring all of him as if she had never before felt a man, and she was
wanting to learn all there was about him. His cock rested hard against her thighs,
trailing dribbles of semen, mingling with her own flowing cuntal emissions. She
reached under her buttocks as she levered their entwined bodies up with the full
strength of her back, and quickly twirled around, so that she was lying on her stomach.
"Fuck me from behind, lover," she hissed. "I want you to put it in me doggie-style."
Her motion had been so fluid and skillful that he hardly noticed her turning in his
arms. Suddenly, he was presented with the deep-colored half moons of her ass-cheeks,
and while he had been too lust-intoxicated to hear what she had told him, he
understood what she wanted. He had never fucked Sonya like this, and he was actually
looking forward to the new experience.
Vicky reached back and under her up-lifted body and pulled her vaginal lips slowly
apart to give his cock greater contact with the moist, sensitive flesh as it slipped off her
thigh with her turning motion and returned to rest deliciously against her achingly
rigid clitoris from behind. It was that huge. Then she dropped her head to the rug and
wiggled her ass-cheeks invitingly at him.
Joe was completely in command now, despite the newness of this position. As he
watched her fingers stroke repeatedly in and out of her pink moist cuntal mouth in a
further invitation, he could feel his penis become still harder. He raised himself further
up over her wide-spread loins, placing his knees together between hers. Levering his
stiffly thickened cock forward, he aimed its broad rubber tip directly for the glistening
wet opening of her pussy. The lust-controlled Oriental actress instantly slipped her
fingers out of his way, once again pulling the outer lips apart to make it as easy for him
as she could.
The casting agent paused for a moment to enjoy the quivering heat clasping around the
throbbing tip of his cock, and then, with one long smooth stroke, rammed it all the way
into her cervix. He could feel the smooth wet walls of her cunt clamping around his
aching hardness so firmly and wetly it almost drove him crazy.
"Ooooooohhhhhh...!" Vicky moaned in a singing voice, feeling her throbbing vagina
flower open to receive his lust-lengthened thickness deep inside her. She forgot that she
was doing this for the sake of his marriage' now. In fact she forgot about everything...
even her dog, and she began to move in wild abandoned jerks beneath him, muttering
incoherent words to urge him on... not that he needed any further encouragement.
Setting up a steady slow rhythm, Joe plunged his penis up and up, deeper and deeper
into the warm soft oven of her cunt, feeling her vagina flourishing wetly before him, as
though she had never been fucked in her life.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh... God... yes... yes..." she cried out into her living room as he pumped
harder, her broad, yellowish forehead covered with a light coat of glistening
perspiration that plastered her long ebony hair to her temples. Then he slithered his
strong hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her buttocks, pulling them tighter
against him for still greater access to her open and pleading loins.
From this improved position, he squirmed down into her open pussy with all the pent
up strength of his hips and thighs, the smooth raw flesh of her inner cuntal walls
clasping and unclasping like a heartbeat around his nearly bursting cock. He pulled his
head back to watch the young actress. Her nostrils were flaring and her slanted almond
shaped eyes wide open, glazed glassily up into the room, a wild and unsatiated desire
burning like pinpoints of fire in her coal-black pupils.
"Come on, lover..." she hissed, "deeper, harder... fuck me... fuck me hard...!" she begged
him, gasping as if she were close to death. In the last two days, she had all but forgotten
what it was like to have a man's penis in her, and she was reveling in the revived
sensations. Swinging her soft, tender thighs up higher, she doubled herself up beneath
him like a ball of lust-maddened flesh. Joe wrapped his arms around her knees under
him, flattening her upper thighs down onto her breasts. Now there was nothing
beneath his pounding loins to impede his fucking into her upthrust cunt.
"Aaaaaaahhh... I'm cumming... I'm cumming... cumming...!" Vicky suddenly cried out
in a gasp of passion, waving her asscheeks in uncontrolled lust from side to side and
spiraling her cunt crazily up and down on his hotly plunging rod of flesh. Her body
arched higher yet, and she felt Joe's hands holding her firmly against his loins while she
quivered and jerked against him, her orgasmic secretions spewing out around his still
hard-driving penis, seeping down the wide-split crevice of her trembling buttocks to
drench his drum-tight balls as they slapped hard against the top of her cuntal mound.
And Joe Norman could feel his own orgasm coming on... an orgasm which was fed by
the intensity of Vicky's climax. He knew it wouldn't be long before he shot his load
into her wildly churning cunt.
And then he had an idea. It was something he had thought about doing, but had never
tried. He wanted to fuck this wild actress in a different way than he had ever fucked his
wife. He thought for a moment about how he would do it, and then he knew. He
looked down at the tiny puckered anal ring nestled tantalizingly in the narrow curving
crevice above his hardened shaft flashing in and out of her still welcoming pussy, and
he knew he wanted to fuck her there. With a grin, pleased at his imagination and
ability to take the upper hand away from this wild, free-fucking Oriental actress, he
clamped his fingers tighter into her softly fleshed buttocks to hold her in place. Then he
slipped his glistening wet cock out of the alluring woman's wide-stretched pussy and set
it firmly in place with his thumbs at her tiny pink anal ring.
On the outstroke his pistoning cock had been in Vicky's moistly churning cunt, and
then on the next instroke it was shoving its way by sheer force up into the narrower
confines on her tight little anus. Joe reached up with one hand to grip her shoulder and
pull her buttocks tighter against him.
"Uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh...!" the alluring teasing Oriental actress screamed before
him as she thrashed and bucked from the unexpected entrance into her rectum. She
had been fucked in her ass many times before and had always enjoyed it, but usually
she had been given a little warning before it happened. The suddenness of Joe's entry
into her lustfully clenched rectum had taken her completely by surprise, and she could
feel his cock relentlessly shafting up the tight nether channel until his muscular belly
smacked flat against her wildly jerking buttocks.
Vicky's slanted, almond-shaped eyes bulged as she tried to relax her rectal muscles to
accommodate his massively swollen cock, her long black hair whipping from side to
side as she squirmed harder against the hardened thickness. She could feel his
throbbing penis inside her now like a heart beating in her anus, each pulse shoving her
inner walls a little farther outward from his hardness until she thought she would never
breathe again.
The young actress, amazed at his ability to think of assfucking, could feel him up
behind her beginning to smoothly stroke in and out, with short shallow thrusts at first,
but then gradually lengthening until just the expanded head of his cock was left inside
before he shoved back into her up to the hilt.
Joe gritted his teeth from the unexpected tightness of the narrow opening, pulling his
lips back in a grimace of pleasure. Even when he had first fucked the virgin-tight cunt
of his wife, he had never felt such a hot clasping pressure around his cock and the
sensations were driving him crazy. He continued stroking, getting used to the idea of
anal fucking, and he made, in the back of his mind, a note to try this with his wife... if
she would ever let him fuck her again.
Now that Vicky understood what her lover was doing, she was better able to accept his
massive cock in her ass, and she began to rock gently with him, meeting his inward
thrusts with her back-pushing buttocks, grinding the yellow-brown half-moons
lasciviously into his loins to take as much of his lusty cock as she could. She was
enjoying it now that her ass-channel had expanded and relaxed, and she moaned and
panted her passionate pleas as though she had never stopped fucking men.
"Aaaahhh... ooohhh... fuck it, lover... fuck me in the ass...!" she quavered back at him in
a pleading, lust-altered voice.
Joe Norman sweated and grunted up behind her wildly working ass-cheeks, pounding
harder and harder into the tight-clutching rectum. It wouldn't be long now, he was
thinking, before he would cum. The teasing Oriental was just too much. He wanted to
hold back for as long as he could, but he could tell that his balls were about to erupt.
Ed Bryant had hurried over to Vicky Ling's apartment as quickly as he could. He didn't
want Joe to have all the fun with her. He knew, as Joe had not, just what type of
woman Vicky was. He had heard the same stories Sonya had, and when he had come to
Hong Kong to talk to her, he knew that it would be only a matter of time before he
fucked the luscious little cunt of hers... and now it looked like it would be sooner. He
was tired of waiting, and knowing that Joe was probably wasting his time with her by
talking about his film company. He reasoned that a woman like Vicky would want to
fuck first and talk later, and judging from the way Joe had been acting with his wife
lately, the casting agent was all talk and no action. Vicky had probably gotten bored
with him and signed the fucking contract just to get him out of her apartment.
He was standing at the door to her place and was about to press the buzzer when he
noticed that the door was slightly open. He did not know that Vicky had not closed it
all the way when she had let her dog out, and he couldn't have cared less. The door was
open, and that meant an invitation that Ed was more than willing to accept. As he
gently pushed the ajar door – a little more open, he was certain that he could hear the
sounds of passionate grunting coming from the living room. "Shit," he said to himself
under his breath. "The woman never stops fucking." At the thought that he was about
to see her and some guy fucking on her living room floor, his cock swelled in his pants.
He was all set to join in on the fun. From what he had heard of Vicky Ling, two men at
once would be no problem at all for her.
Opening the door all the way, he stepped unannounced into the Oriental actress's
apartment, and his face split in a wide grin as he saw Joe, his boss, crouched behind
Vicky's upthrust light yellow buttocks, pumping for all he was worth in between the
young Oriental's buttocks. The sight increased the swelling of his cock, and he thought
that perhaps he would use this little tid-bit of knowledge in some way in the future...
perhaps to advance himself in the company. Joe might even make him a full partner in
the casting department to keep him from telling his sweet little wife what he was doing
right now. But all that was for later thought. Right now, the lust-aroused assistant was a
little enraged by the sight of his boss getting the full benefit of Vicky's uncontrolled
lust.
Blatantly unconcerned that he had walked in on the wildly fucking couple, Ed walked
over to them on the floor, and attempted to pull Joe from his position up behind the
moaning dark-haired Oriental woman.
Joe nearly laughed at the arms encircling his chest. He was so overcome with lust that
he didn't give a damn that Ed was watching him cheat on his wife, and he was certainly
not about to give up fucking this wildly thrashing woman now... and certainly not for
Ed Bryant, a man he did not especially care for. Instead, he rolled over onto his back,
pulling the impaled Vicky with him so that she now lay on top of him, her naked loins
openly exposed to the assistant's gaze. The muscles of the enchanting Oriental's firm,
yellowish belly were straining to the breaking point, but as she noticed that she was
about to be fucked by another man at the same time as she was being sodomized by
Joe, she became further aroused. She had taken on two men at once before, and she was
looking forward to doing it again. She managed to plant both her feet high up on Joe's
outstretched thighs, her knees bent to relieve the strain in her back and prepare herself
for the second entry she knew was about to come.
Standing above them, Ed quickly shucked out of his clothes. He may have just come
from fucking one woman, but he wasn't going to pass up an opportunity like this. Once
naked, his bulging hard cock throbbed at the sensual view of the young Oriental's cum
smeared pink cunt. Ed could see the thick dark shaft of Joe's penis protruding from
Vicky's anus beneath. Ed watched the moistness up between her thighs with greedy
eyes, the dark-hair lined slit making nibbling motions in the air as she continued
screwing her ass-cheeks back down onto Joe's deeply impaling hardness. Her firm,
yellow-brown breasts were dancing wildly on her chest above Joe's arms locked beneath
their voluptuous softness, and the wantonly writhing Oriental beauty looked so open
and inviting that the lust-controlled assistant would never be able to resist throwing
himself on top of her incredible body.
The sounds of Joe's sexual panting and moaning almost shocked Ed for a moment,
though. He would never have thought Joe the type of man to be cheating on his wife
like this! Perhaps things were better for him than he thought when he was fucking the
brunette beauty. From what he was seeing now, it looked as though there would be
many more times when he could shove his cock into Sonya's luscious, warm wet cunt...
but after he took care of Vicky first!
Moving swiftly in the heat of his lust, Ed groaned deep in his throat and knelt down on
the floor between Joe's outspread thighs, his long hard cock throbbing with anticipation
at the sight of the dark-fringed pussy eagerly awaiting him. As he glanced down at her
face, Ed could tell that Vicky Ling was almost out of her mind with desire, and while he
would rather have had this luscious woman all to himself without Joe, he could not
help crawling up over her wildly thrashing body with only the thought of sexual release
in mind. Positioning himself above the young Oriental's gyrating cunt, he aimed his
rigidly pulsating cock at the tender wet pussy flesh below.
The assistant pushed Vicky's thighs still farther apart as he moved into position. Then
grasping his hard, aching cock in his hands, he guided it without a moment's delay
deep into the moist open cavern other cunt.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh... Goooooooooooooooooooooood...!" Vicky groaned
as his lust-enraged penis slithered unimpeded up inside her tingling belly, joining Joe's
penis already buried there in her rectum. Vicky lay gasping for breath between the two
muscular men. Even though she had been asked to seduce Joe, and had no idea who the
second man was, she was not adverse to having him enter her cunt like this. There was
nothing wrong with getting as many cocks in her body as she could, and she liked the
massive size of the one that had just entered her vagina. She rocked back and forth,
delightfully sandwiched between the two of them, impaled on their cocks like an insect,
with only the thin wall of flesh between her anus and her cunt separating the two
pummeling shafts of male flesh.
Ed, already excited from watching Joe's wild fucking of the lovely Oriental's anus,
began to fuck hard into her hot moist pussy, while Joe beneath began thrusting up with
long hard strokes into the depths of her over-filled rectum. It took a moment, but then
they achieved a natural rhythm, buffering her between them like the team they were.
Vicky was uttering low moaning sounds which went on and on for all the time they
ground into her from the front and back, occasionally loosing a deeper groan from her
chest as they pumped into her loins with harder and harder force. As far as the lovely
actress was concerned, it was the most delightful thing that had happened to her in a
long time. She was helping to save a marriage as only she could, and she was being
rewarded with two cocks instead of one, as she had thought. She was delighting in
being fucked out of her senses by two of the largest cocks she had ever felt. She finally
found a resting place for her ankles, in the crook of Ed's knees, and her hips began to
jerk backwards to meet the upthrust into her impaled anus and then forward again to
swallow Ed's cock whole as it plunged into her steaming wet pussy. Her body felt as
though it would come apart at the seams, and a series of tiny pre-orgasms began
rippling through her loins, even the narrow cock-stuffed passage of her rectum
quivering excitedly in time to her clitoris.
"Aaaaaahhh... ooohhh... ooohhh..." she chanted rhythmically with each of their wild,
deep strokes into her cunt and up between her widespread ass-cheeks. Wilder and
wilder they drove into her, while between them the passion-crazed Oriental churned
and twisted as though she had gone mad. In all the times she had been fucked, she had
never felt so overwhelmed as she did at that moment.
Then she moaned loudly and jerked her pelvis back and forth with machine-gun
rapidity.
"Ooohhh... oh God...! Fuck me... fuck me harder... harder... I'm cumming... cumming...
God... keep it up... don't stop...!" Vicky cried out her orgasm that seemed to go on and
on until she thought and hoped it would never stop. Her loins swung back and forth,
around and around, searching out every ounce of the maddening sensations flooding
her wildly heaving belly.
Joe Norman below her sensed that the young dark-haired beauty was finally cumming
under his skill fucking and it caused a sense of guilt to begin creeping through his
mind. This should be Sonya above him, he thought, and not some woman he had just
met. Even though he knew he was cheating on his wife, he couldn't stop. He lunged
upward into her hotly clasping anus, imbedding his jerking cock as far up as it would
go, as the rush of his semen began streaming upward from the sanctity of his balls.
"Uuuuuuuggghhh... I'm cccuuummmmmmmmmiiinnnggg...!" he grunted, savoring the
way her buttocks were clenching into hard little balls against his pelvis. He was
enjoying his orgasm in spite of his guilt.
At the same moment, Ed Bryant felt the boiling sperm once more bubbling up from his
aching testicles, and he doubled the speed of his long hard strokes, fucking his
exploding cock repeatedly up against Vicky's still quivering cervix. He could feel her
cum-moistened pussy clasping and unclasping around his wildly throbbing shaft. The
casting assistant pumped his virile sperm far up into her convulsing belly until finally
he rammed his penis all the way in and held it there, vibrating her cunt around his lust
sensitized hardness.
And then it was over, the softening cocks slipping wetly back out of Vicky's two wide
stretched, cum-soaked openings. Ed rolled from her limp, satiated body and collapsed
beside the other two spent forms on the floor. He heard a slight popping noise as Joe's
thick shaft slipped from the tightness of the young Oriental's ass, looking through half
closed eyes at her upthrust swollen breasts heaving as she gasped to regain her breath.
"Wellllll... fancy meeting you here," he said to Joe, who had been only dimly aware that
it was Ed who had joined his wild fucking session with Vicky Ling, "I'll bet Sonya is
really pleased to know that you aren't bored here in Hong Kong."
Joe could feel a wave of apprehension creeping over him as he thought about what his
assistant could do to him. If Sonya ever found out that he had been cheating on her...
and not only cheating, but totally neglecting her in favor of another woman...
It had been a long time since Joe had had an orgasm. The tension and pressure that had
built up during the last three weeks because of work made the orgasm he just
completed seem all the more intense. His mind was whirling with confused thoughts.
What should he say to the leering assistant... to Sonya... to Vicky? He had never wanted
things to turn out like this. He had forgotten all about his reason for being there in the
first place.
For her part, Vicky wondered if she should tell Joe that his wife had actually asked her
to seduce her husband, and then she decided against it. She had done all she was asked
to do, and if Joe's wife wanted to tell him that this was part of a plan, that was their
business.
Joe looked at Ed and started to say something, but the grin his assistant had on his face
silenced him. "Now, don't you worry none, boss," the assistant said sarcastically. "I'm
sure that the two of us might be able to work something out to make your pretty little
wife believe that you were really talking to Vicky about the contract."
What could Joe do? He had never been in a situation like this before, and the feelings
of guilt were washing over him in such incredible waves that all he wanted to do was
hide somewhere. He loved his wife... he had never stopped loving his wife. But after
what he had just done, he wouldn't blame her if she packed her bags, went back to the
States and never spoke to him again. She would never understand that he had not gone
to Vicky with the intention of merely talking to her... not after the way he had been
treating her lately. He could see now how frustrated he had made her, and he would
have to change his whole way of thinking if he wanted to save what he could of his
marriage. His work had become so important to him that nothing else had mattered,
and he could see now that he had been wrong. He had been taking his wife for granted,
something he had never done with the people he worked with. He began to think that
if he had spent half the time with his wife that he had spent working on. Vicky's
contract, something like this would have never happened.
Slowly, he got up off the floor, trying to avoid the leering grin of assistant. He 
gathered his clothes in silence and dressed while Ed continued to taunt him.
"It looks to me, boss, that you and Vicky haven't talked very much about her coming
over to us. Wellllll... that's what you have an assistant for. You just go home to that
pretty little wife of yours and Miss Ling and I will handle all the details you didn't cover
in your... uh... session with her."
Vicky felt badly for Joe, but she could tell that somehow, things would work out for
him. Perhaps his wife would tell him what had really happened, and relieve the guilt he
was feeling. But what ever happened between Joe and his wife, she was looking forward
to spending a little more time with her new man. She had forgotten all about her dog,
and she wanted to better know the man who had made that possible. As Joe walked out
of her apartment, she could feel the wild tinglings beginning again in her belly as Ed
ran his hands lightly over the swell of her full breasts, and she was only vaguely aware
that Joe had left her apartment.


Chapter 6

Even though the sun was shining and the temperature was mildly warm, Sonya was not
happy as she sat in a very remote part of the city park. She was so removed from all the
rest of the people in the park that she might have been alone in her room. In a way, she
thought to herself, she was glad of that. It would give her the chance to think through
what had happened.
While the orgasm she had had with Ed was physically satisfying, she was beginning to
wish she had never asked him to come to her hotel room in the first place. She should
never have told him where Joe was. She knew he was the type of man who would go
rushing right over there and probably catch Joe being seduced by Vicky. What would
he feel like if that happened? She hoped that he might finally understand that he had
been neglecting her and come back to her, but she had her doubts. Perhaps Joe would
feel so guilty about being caught that he would become even more withdrawn from her
than he already was... if such a thing could happen. And would Ed tell Joe that she had
seduced him? Perhaps... perhaps not. There were too many things to think about. She
would have to wait until her husband came home before she could make up her mind
about what to tell him.
At the thought of her husband leaving her for whatever reason, she could feel her
vaginal lips tingling. She drifted back to her wedding night as she had the night before,
when she had been unable to sleep. God... she could remember the wonderful thrills
she had first experienced with him, and the thought that she might never again have
those feelings with the man she loved made her feel empty inside. She couldn't lose
him... she just couldn't! She would never be able to live without him.
As she closed her eyes, she could almost feel Joe's cock between his hairy thighs in her
hands... feel it splitting her vaginal lips as it plunged deep up into her and battered
against her cervix... her vaginal channel hot and moist and clasping tightly around his
lust-hardened shaft... and his cum filling her cunt... God... she knew she had to have
him again, and she was afraid that she might have made him more distant from her
than ever.
She was sitting on a park bench while she thought of Joe's cock, and as she opened her
eyes and returned to the present reality, she found that her whole body was tingling
with desire. She had sent herself into a sexual frenzy, and the thought of fingering her
cunt right then and there in the park almost overwhelmed her. Unconsciously, her
hand began to trail up her skirt covered thigh. Unknown to her, her actions had
unbuttoned the bottom of her sheer white-cotton blouse, exposing her naval to the cool
air, increasing her lascivious thoughts. Her breasts began to swell against her bra, and
the urge to feel and caress them was almost more than she could resist. It was amazing
to her that being fucked by Ed had left her wanting more, and she knew that it was
because she did not like the man. Sex without love, as far as Sonya was concerned, was
empty. She had to have Joe. She could feel her nipples quickly bursting into erection,
and she moved her hands over the outside of her blouse and gently kneaded her full,
billowing mounds. Her breathing increased as she lowered her hands from her breasts
to her waist and traced inwardly along her quivering thighs, pressing through the cloth
of her skirt against the mound of hair matted at her vaginal area. Through her panties,
she could feel her vaginal lips flowering, and she knew it was too late to stop from
fingering herself. She did not want to do it in the park, though, where anyone might
come and watch her. She decided that she would get home as quickly as possible. She
would have wanted to wait until she was sure her husband would be there, but she
would never be able to wait that long.
It depressed her that sex with Ed had been so unsatisfying for her. She could tell from
her one experience with him that he could totally satisfy any other woman... but not
her. For herself, she had to have the man she loved, and she was all but certain that she
would never have him again.
As she stood up from the bench to re-button her blouse, she heard a faint whining
sound near her feet, and she looked down to see the largest German shepherd she had
ever seen in her life!
Ching, being somewhat hurt at having been turned out of his new owner's apartment,
had wandered back to the park he knew so well. It was the only place he could think to
go. He felt totally dejected at having been asked to leave, especially since he could smell
all too well the feminine aroma emanating from between his owner's legs. He had
naturally assumed that she would do to him again what she had the night before, and
he couldn't understand why she had asked him to leave. The hurt inside was beyond
anything he had ever experienced, and his instincts had led him to the only place he
was sure he could call his home now... the city park where he had first found the nice
woman.
And then his keen senses had picked up the same female odor, and he had followed his
nose to that secluded area of the park where he had spent much of his time hiding. He
saw the woman sitting on the bench with her thighs slightly spread. Her small hand
worked in a pressing, circular motion against her crotch, causing her feminine buttocks
to grind against the wood of her seat. Her aroma was blazing against his sensitive nose,
and when he saw her stand to leave, something warm flowed through him at the sight
of her curvaceous young body. He had taken a chance once before with the other
woman, and he decided that he would take another chance now. He crept up to her
and whined.
Sonya saw him then... saw the massive brute moving toward her, and she froze in her
position, all the while staring in disbelief at his huge size. His rounded eyes were like
two limpid pools of brownish wonder and pleading, and for a moment, she forgot her
own problems and tried to make friends with him by kneeling down and holding out
her hand. Ching felt much better as he saw that she wanted to be friends with him, and
he walked closer to her, his tail wagging in his own expression of friendship. He could
sense fiery blood pounding through his powerful body. He slowly moved up toward
her, her pretty eyes wide and friendly, and then his tongue lashed out and laved across
the flesh of her belly exposed by the opening of her blouse.
Sonya felt the seething sensation of his smooth, moist animal-tongue to the very depths
of her loins, and she froze, watching with saucered eyes as his burning, wet coral
tongue licked once again at her naked belly flesh. Then his head dipped lower and
forced its way up under her skirt and his tongue lashed out against the lust-sensitized
skin of her inner thigh! The wetness of his tongue caused tremors which left the
wondering young wife chokingly helpless, and she could feel her whole body relaxing
and lowering to the ground until she was laying flat on her back, the massive dog
forcing his way further and further between her legs under her skirt. It was incredible.
She couldn't believe her own reaction to the wonderful sensations this animal-tongue
were bringing to her super-aroused thigh-flesh. It was a struggle just to raise her head
and look at him trying desperately to reach her vagina with his head and tongue.
Almost without thought, she became abandoned with the sensual feelings he was
bringing out of her and she reached down with her hand to unzip her skirt and open it
up to him, presenting him with an almost unimpeded access to her aroused cuntal lips.
Then she quickly unbuttoned her blouse and loosened her bra, freeing her swelling
breasts from their confinement.
The amazing animal pulled his head away from her loins and began laving upward over
the quivering smoothness of her stomach! Sonya faintly thought that she should try and
stop him, but she had become so aroused, first with her thoughts, and then with the
first exciting lash of his warm, wet tongue, that she found that she could do nothing to
prevent him from doing what he wanted.
Higher and higher he moved until he was finally tongue-lapping the rounded, full
undersides of her aroused, trembling breasts, creeping ever upward over them toward
their tiny, marble-hardened nipples! Sonya was utterly spellbound. She all but forgot
that she was not in the privacy of her hotel room... that she was out in the open area,
laying almost totally naked in public... but she didn't care. Perhaps this would make her
forget that she might be losing her husband. A moan escaped her lips when his feverish
tongue finally reached her erect nipples, wetly grazing over them again and again to
send maddeningly aroused spasms spiraling through her virtually nakedly exposed
body. God! Oh, God!... What was happening to her? She couldn't believe that she was
allowing this dog to lick her naked body in the park, but it felt so wonderful that she
didn't want to think about anything other than the all-consuming sensations his laving
tongue was bringing her.
In fact, she couldn't think of anything besides the rising heat his hotly licking tongue
working damply over the naked mounds of her breasts was fanning inside her! She
heard his deep throated whimper, her eyes fixed on his almost loving performance...
and then, he moved his head back down. The young wife's breath caught in her throat
as she raised her head to watch him poise between widespread legs, his nose inching
upwards between her open thighs toward her panty-covered vagina! Her hand shot
down to her loins quickly to remove this last bit of covering. In a fluid motion, she
slithered her cum-wet panties over her hips and down the tapered length of her calves
to her ankles, leaving them in a crumpled heap next to her. Then, to her stunned
amazement, the great dog lowered his head, his hot animal breath taunting the wispy
brown curls of her matted cuntal mound. His nose coolly brushed against the soft warm
flesh of her inner thigh... and then...
And then against the feverish lips of her burning cuntal crevice!
She heard his little growl as he seemed to sniff her mounting female excitement, his
wanton investigation of her now exposed loins. She thought of Joe, and the way he used
to lick her like this... the heavenly sensations his probing tongue had brought her in
another life brought back to her now by the actions of this huge dog... God... would it
be possible for this animal to do the same thing to her...?
Suddenly, Sonya felt his damp nose moving down below her shamelessly exposed
cuntal curls and rubbing wetly against the tiny puckered ring of her anus, the incredible
act very much surprising her. She lurched reflexively, gasping as his hot liquid tongue
snaked out to wormingly lick up and down the smooth vale surrounding her now
tightly clenched little anal mouth... the tip burrowing teasingly up into its roundly
ovalled lips!
"Oooohhh... ooohhhhhh..." the lovely young wife moaned softly. That she was not even
considering to resist the huge dog's wild, arousing exploration between her loosely
spread legs and wantonly tremoring body. Her whimpers audibly increased into an
enchanted oblivion that she wanted only to give herself to. Incessantly, his wonderful,
pleasure-giving tongue stroked and bathed her empty, wanting loins.
How long it went on, Sonya in her erotic intoxication was unable to tell... only that it
did go on, the heavenly searing tongue licking hypnotically through and over her
liquid, desire-inflamed cuntal flesh until she was moaning and squirming her whole
naked body almost frenziedly beneath it!
"Uuuuuhhh... uuuhhhh...!" she throatily murmured as he flicked the full mesmerizing
length of his hot tongue in a heated, lust-keening coil up into the clutching little mouth
of her smouldering vaginal channel. "Oooooohhh... yes... yes... do it for me lover... you
wonderful dog... make me cum... please... lick me more... lick me..." Sonya could barely
hear what she was saying, the words being instinctive as her passion had pyramided to
mindless intensity. She reached down to gently grasp his great head, drawing it tighter
into her with an animalish little groan of her own. She drew her knees up all the way
back to her passion swollen breasts, pulling his long canine nose even tighter down into
her wetly throbbing vagina.
Ching's eager tongue flicked up the hotly .clasping passage like a fire-brand his own
eager whines blending with hers as he lovingly licked and swirled into the glistening
pink flesh between her eagerly spread thigh and buttocks.
"Uuuhhh... yyyyyyeeesss... you beautiful darling animal... Lick it... lick my cunt,
lover...!" Sonya pleaded in a hitherto unknown salacity, undulating her opened,
wantonly presented loins and trembling round buttocks lasciviously up against his brain
shattering tongue.
Ching smelled as well as tasted the exotic raciness of her human, female passion, the
distinct aromatic flavor spurring his basic animal drive higher and higher. But even his
keen instincts could not advise him about what was happening within the confines of
his powerful body... only that the growing desperate need to be satisfied mattered as he
felt the rising heaviness of his own hungering animal loins.
Sonya actually whined out when his magnificent hot tongue suddenly deserted her
blatantly offered vaginal opening, and she quickly raised her head to see the handsome
dog backing away several steps. "Nnnooo... oh, lover... what is it... what's wrong...?" she
cried desperately to' his sudden, entreating whine. "Please... lover, don't leave Sonya
now... What do you want... ? What is it...?"
In lustful panic, the young wife watched him move to her side, stepping from between
her legs, then nosing against her soft hip in a gesture that she suddenly found herself
understanding!
God! He wanted her to turn over onto her stomach! Emphatically, he nudged her once
more, the deep sounds coming from his broad white chest adding to his forcefulness.
Sonya, when she finally understood, quickly rolled over, not wanting to miss one
second of this wonderful new experience. She was being swept up into a world of utter
and abandoned sexual joy she had never before imagined... not even with Joe...! She
lowered her long white legs and rolled over onto her stomach, wondering what delights
lay in store for her. She spread her thighs wide again, sensing that the dog wanted her
to, and she breathlessly pictured her naked white curves in her mind's eye. She lay
perfectly still, sensing his panting hot breaths against the naked mounds of her
buttocks. Then, she again joyfully felt the warm delight of his searing wet tongue
slithering into the smooth white crevice separating them!
Sonya's moans were beyond all control, sensations of wild lascivious charging stronger,
ever stronger through his simmering cunt and belly. The wanton desire to reach behind
herself with her small hands and widely spread the lush cheeks of her ass open, offering
his full access to her tiny, palpitating anus was as intense as the boiling inferno raging
at the heart of her hungering loins! She felt his loving, hot tongue wetly caressing and
splaying open the ragged, hair-fringed lips of her inflamed pussy, then licking the
insanely flushed folds on its arousing way back up toward the baby-like mouth of her
churning, exposed rectum.
"Ooohhh... ooooohh God" she thought she was about to lose her mind entirely. She
would... she absolutely would! It was all beyond anything Joe had done with her...
And then she lost her thoughts, for her animal-lover was suddenly nuzzling beneath her
slightly up-raised pelvis and lifting her more to a kneeling position, his animalistic
desire as clear to her as if he had come right out and told her. She did as he wanted,
obediently raising up, elevating her widespread buttocks as she had for her last lover,
Ed, such a short while ago. She was kneeling slave-like before the huge dog in
complete, mindless passion! She wanted him to fuck her. It would have been so much
better if she had found him before calling Ed... but she would have this animal now...!
Ching drew his thick, splaying tongue up through the full length of her wet, fire-filled
cuntal crevice, and Sonya gasped out her erotic delight, heedless of who might be
hearing her in the park. She eagerly tried to spread her knees even further to open the
throbbing wet pussy slit between her trembling thighs wider to him. His long, spiraling
animal-tongue lunged out with a hungry possessiveness, sweeping hotly through her
wet inner flesh and flicking hotly at the greedy clasping mouth of her vagina. He was
consciously inflaming her upraised loins to greater heat before he chose a new
anticipated position.
She tensed as the powerful dog's furry, muscular body crowded hotly in behind her
nakedly trembling buttocks, suddenly aware that he was rising up on his hind legs and
his strong forelegs were grasping at her upthrusting hips. God...! He was actually
mounting her, and she twisted her head to look back to watch.
The young woman's desire-confused brain whirled with the absolute luridness of the
thought that the dog was actually going to fuck her, and she trembled in her white
nakedness to the overwhelming sensations his lashing dog-tongue had set blazing in her
passion-incited loins. Then her glazed eyes saw the reflection of wildly locked position
in his large brown eyes. The bestial beauty of her own face sent an unbelievable jolt of
lasciviously burning lust whipping through her nakedly quivering body.
Then, she gaped in breath-taking awe as she lowered her eyes and saw his wetly
glistening cock emerging from its long sheath, scarlet and hard, the tapered end
slipping and dancing as it moved forward to probe the damp, pink crevice of her
insanely aroused cunt. She felt his strong canine body jerk back against the softly giving
flesh of her buttocks, saw the huge thick length of hardness trying to penetrate the thin
vertical mouth of her vulnerably upturned vagina.
He whimpered loudly; his forepaws locking tightly around the smooth white curves of
her naked hips as he thrust forward on his hind legs, desperately trying to bury the
sleek, throbbing rod of flesh up inside her cunt from behind!
Sonya could see it all, and with a deep throated moan of lustful surrender suddenly
shifted her head and ground her now hungrily tremoring buttocks back at it in an
attempt to capture the heavy lengthening hardness, the feverishly impassioned tension
inside her reaching near the unbearable point. Ooohhh... she wanted it... she had to
have his long, thick animal-cock inside her ragingly hungering cunt! God yes, she had
to have it fucking up into her eagerly thrusting belly before she went totally mad with
this new-found desire. Nothing was more important... nothing else mattered.
She reached down and back between her widely spread thighs, grasping the slippery
animal-cock to part her soft, silky pubic hair with the tip and guide its pulsating head
to the mouth of her hotly waiting vaginal hole. Immediately, the huge animal humped
forward, bursting it from her grip as he speared her defenseless cuntal channel open
wider and wider, sending the long spear of thickly hardened animal-cock deep up into
the hungrily squirming hole between her thighs.
Sonya gaped with bulging eyes as the burning scarlet rod of stiffened dog-cock slithered
upward into her with a wet, almost fierce lunge, burying itself all the way up to the hilt
in her painfully stretched vaginal passage. The animal's heavy sperm bloated balls
swung wildly down to smack noisily against the flatly curling softness beneath her
brown pubic hair.
It was seconds later before the intensive pressuring sensations of impalement exploded
through her young loins and she grunted out her choking gasp... "Oooohhh... Oh
God!!" she cried, her wide, brown eyes gaping unseeingly into space as her wildly
panting animal-lover began to excitedly fuck with rhythmic lunges up into her slavishly
kneeling body from behind. Her head jarring from his every savage, breast-rippling
thrust Sonya tried to concentrate on the long, scarlet length of hardness pistoning into
her as she began to move in tempo backwards to meet his powerful, breath-taking
strokes. Unprecedented sensations of base-lust filled her impulsively slaving body as she
thrust backward onto the ever thickening cock skewering deeper and deeper into her
feverishly tremoring belly from behind. Furiously, his savage muscular body battered
and thudded resoundingly against her eagerly yielding fleshy ass-cheeks, his painfully
huge cock a relentless shaft of glistening, pleasureful joy sinking deep up into her
sensuously filled belly. With uncontrollable whimpering mewls, the young wife rotated
her desperately working buttocks back at him with an abandoned fury, finding her
hotly clinging cunt walls back over the full length of his heavily hardened animal flesh
with a cry of passion.
The blissful signal of ecstatic delight was telegraphed through her lust inflamed young
body then, the distinct beckon of coming erotic fulfillment she had known only on the
night she had first fucked her husband. It spiraled through her seething loins like the
tingling pricks of a million rod-hot needles, and gnawed at the base of her quivering
belly with wild sexual promise of its coming joyful release. She whimpered loudly to the
jagged edges of her mounting sensual rapture, gaping into space, but seeing in her
mind's eye the powerful dog's thick wet cock vanishing like a telephone pole up
between the soft whiteness of her roundly absorbing buttocks, his furious fucking of her
tempoed to jerky, ever-quickening animal lunges. She could imagine the sight of her
own pink cuntal flesh wetly clinging to his huge hardness when he pulled out of her,
then disappearing back up inside again with his every thrusting charge, his heavy, 
cumladen balls smacking solidly below against the wide-split lips of her hotly searing
pussy...
Joe Norman was wandering through the park after he had left Vicky Ling's apartment.
His mind was clouded with thoughts that he had to try and straighten out before he
went back to his hotel room and faced his wife. He knew that she would think
something was wrong. Ordinarily, he would go right to work on something, but now,
he knew he would never be able to concentrate on anything. And having his wife
around would only make matters worse. He would feel guilty every time he looked at
her, and she was bound to suspect that he had fucked Vicky Ling. There was no way
she would not be able to... if she would be at her hotel room at all! Joe wouldn't blame
her if she walked out of his life and never saw him again.
After the incredible orgasm he had had with the sensual young Oriental, he could see
how terribly he had been treating his own Sonya, a woman he loved more than
anything in the world... even his work.
As he dwelt on the thought that his wife might, in fact leave him, he decided that if she
were still in his room when he got back, he would tell her everything. He had too long
kept her out of his life, and that was going to change right now... and starting with
what had happened with Vicky.
So lost in thought was he that he found he had no real idea as to where he was in the
park. He had wandered away from the path he thought he had been following, and he
now found that he was in a rather secluded section. 'God,' he thought, 'who would have
thought this park was so large?' He circled around and walked back the way he thought
he had come, but he found that he was entering a different section all together. He was
about to try yet another way when the sound of a woman's moaning reached his ears.
He stopped to listen, believing that some one might be hurt, but as he was more and
more able to make out the distinct sounds, he could tell that it was a woman in the
throes of passion. And it sounded like his wife, Sonya! But that couldn't be. His wife
would never fuck another man... at least not out here in the open. But then he heard
the woman's voice even more clearly as she raised to a lustfully heightened fever pitch:
"Ooohhh... oooooohhh, lover... I can't stand it! I'm going mad! Do if for me, darling...
harder... fuck me... fuck me harder, my darling...!"
Knots the size of grapefruit balled up with a sinking sick feeling as he followed the
sound of her voice to a small clump of bushes, indicating that she was on the other
side. It was too late, he thought to himself, feeling his heart sink. 'She's already left me.
I've treated her so poorly that she's decided she had it.' He could hear her ragged
breathing as he stumbled along the ground toward the bushes, and as they came into
view over the top, he stopped in absolute and complete shock. He could feel all his
strength leave him. He recognized the huge dog as the one Vicky had let out of her
apartment... and he was fucking his wife from behind... and she was loving it!
He didn't know what to think! Could he have treated his wife so badly that she needed
sexual release in any way she could find it? It was incredible to him, but that seemed to
be exactly what happened. He wanted to rush up to her and pull the dog away, and tell
her that he was a new and different man than the one he had been for the last three
weeks. But as he moved toward the wildly fucking couple, Ching, who had seen him
coming, bared his teeth in an obvious threat.
Joe froze, knowing that the dog could easily rip his throat wide open. His wife hadn't
seen him yet, and he could feel his confusion coupled with more than just a hint of rage
welling up in him as he watched the nakedly writhing body of his wife firmly impaled
on the wicked-looking length of long, thick dog-cock. And then he could hold his
emotions inside no longer, and he blurted out: "Jesus Christ, baby. I don't believe it. I
just can't believe it!"


Chapter 7

Lost in the throes of her impending orgasm, the brown haired young wife lifted her
head and barely noticed the presence of her husband, standing less than three feet
away, watching her while she fucked back as hard as she could into Ching's wildly
pummeling loins.
"Just what do you mean by fucking... fucking..."
"Fucking a dog?" Sonya asked, her voice dripping with a self-rightness she never
thought she would have. "Let me tell you one thing, husband of mine... he's a lot more
considerate of me than you are."
Her words burned into Joe's brain. She couldn't have hurt him more if she had actually
walked out on him. "That dog belongs to Vicky Ling," he told her. "I saw her let him
out."
"I hope the two of you had fun," his wife answered "Now if you'll excuse me... Lover,
why don't you show my husband how a woman likes to be fucked?" Sonya goaded as
she wantonly thrust her naked buttocks back at the mounting beast. "Come on, baby,
Fuck me hard. Fuck me, lover... fuck me... fuck..." Joe felt as though he was losing his
mind. He had to be. It seemed so impossible, and yet there it was, taking place right
before his very eyes. His own wife fucking a dog while he stood by, utterly helpless. She
was lost, he thought as the brute dog began to fuck rhythmically into her pinkly
clasping cunt harder.
With an unrestrained sensual moan, Sonya ground the twin white ovals of her
upthrusting buttocks back onto her animal-lover's huge hardness. "Ooohhh...
ooohhh...!" she gutturally sighed as he began to thrust once more, her held breath
gushing from her lungs. "Ooohhh... Goddd... he fucks me so well... so wonderfully, Joe,
darling... Don't you see... he's fucking meeeeee...!"
Joe watched in a strangely building fascination he could not deny, the meaning of her
words sinking into him. She was showing him what she wanted... something he had
been so blind to before. She wanted more than the money he was bringing in because
of his work. He had neglected that most important part of a marriage... the act of
showing his wife how much he really loved her... and as he gaped at the long scarlet
rod of glistening animal-cock pumping wetly up into her, he realized she was
accomplishing her purpose. God! What kind of a man had he been all this while? He
had let her down, and even though he had thought about this earlier in the day,
everything was now crystal clear. He had to tell her that he understood and that things
would change. His own heavy cock began to achingly throb in an unrealized hardness
at the sight of the powerful dog's full scarlet length sunk in his wife's eagerly nibbling
pussy to the hilt, his heavy animal-balls swinging wildly down beneath the moistly
saturated curls of her soft naked loins.
As she continued to moan and whimper beneath the incredible fucking the dog was
giving her Joe began to pull at his own clothing, as heedless of being out in the open as
his wife was. As soon as he was naked, he began stroking the burning length of his own
now rigid cock flesh. It had been too long since he had fucked his wife... but it was still
not too late!
"Honey, I understand... and I'm sorry. I can see who I've let my work almost destroy
our marriage. Can you forgive me?"
"Darling...!" she gasped as she heard his words, her eyes momentarily focusing on her
husband's hand clutching lustfully at his swollen penis, the sight of it firing fuel to her
sensual rapture. This was what she had worked so hard for... and she had to have his
penis now. Her plan had worked after all. But how could she...?
"Joe, darling... bring it to me... I want to lick and suck it for you... Please, lover... 
I want you so badly...!"
Joe staggered with the jolt of fiery sensations bursting through him at her request. She
hadn't sucked his penis since the night they were married. This could be like that night
all over again... a sort of second wedding night to start their life again. Why not? He
moved closer, his lust-fogged gaze fixed on the massive German shepherd watching him
as he fucked away with open jaws while Sonya humped her naked buttocks backward
onto him in a steady rhythm, meeting his long powerful strokes into her openly
absorbing vagina!
The churning woman felt a new hope springing from her insides when she realized
what she was going to do. She watched her naked husband kneel down in front of her,
at the same time feeling her animal-lover's forelegs like little furry arms clinging tightly
to her soft hips. She undulated her feverish buttocks, giving herself fully to the delicious
fucking the wonderful dog was pounding into her from behind.
And then she saw Joe's thickly hardened cock in front of her face, and without
hesitation, she reached out and curled her fingers around its hotly throbbing length,
feeling it jerk to her touch. Gently, she slid back its heavy foreskin, sensing it pulsate in
her warm, small hand, its moist bulbous head with its tiny slit at the tip intensely
thrilling her. She heard Joe's husky groan to her tender caresses, and saw the pearlish
drop of moisture bead at the little opening from the movement of her teasingly milking
hand! God... Oh! She wanted that... that and all that would follow, to the very last drop,
squirting hotly into her mouth and belly...!
Ching, who could tell that the man was at first going to try and pull him off this 
lovely new woman, could now see that the man was no threat to him. He watched with
interest at the man who had been at his owner's home, and he wondered in his dogmind 
why the man was here now. As long as the man allowed him to empty his aching
loins in this woman's mating hole, though, he did not care what happened. Now as he
eagerly clung to the soft smooth whiteness of the woman's hips while rapidly thrusting
the claiming hardness of his animal-cock deep up into the depths of Sonya's female
core, Ching saw the man's human phallus extended before him, its length of white
hardness level with her face. She took it into her hand and began petting it, the sighing
sounds from her soft, smooth body clearly registering with him. Then, when he saw
what she did with it, hot racing blood streamed through him! He watched her small
pink tongue dart out to lick wetly over the tip, his powerful loins trembling at the sight
as he continued humping forward and fucked deeper and deeper into her, his huge
hardness painfully throbbing...!
A maddening joy filled Sonya as her animal-lover fucked into her inflamed cunt from
behind and she gaped at Joe's long, hard cock jerking hotly in her clutching hand. She
drew in her breath and flicked out her tongue, bringing it into seething contact with the
smooth rubbery tip. She swirled it around slowly, while Joe twisted and groaned... then
she ventured toward the tiny split and wiggled her tongue-tip into it. Wild thrills
rippled through her trembling, naked body as she tasted the pungent sweetness the
droplets of his seminal fluid contained, causing her nostrils to flare erotically side. She
smoothed her hand along the rock-hard length to the velvety flesh at its thick base,
then downward to lovingly cup his sperm-bloated balls. Excitedly, she slipped her
warm, tongue-moistened lips down over the damp, spongily throbbing head, letting it
glide along the full length of her tongue, her hotly clasping mouth closed around it in a
soft liquid pressure.
Joe groaned above her lovely head, watching with lust-filled eyes her tightly locked lips
ovalling hotly around his burning cock. He could hardly believe the electrifying sight of
her beautiful young face and mouth so passionately distorted by his penis as she began
to suck him with a desire kept pent up for so long. Jesus Christ! How could he have
been so foolish as to be going without this for so long? He decided right then and there
that he would never again allow his work to come between him and his wife... Damn!
She was sucking him as if there were no tomorrow!
He began a slow upward undulations with his naked hips, sliding the thick swollen
hardness in and out of her lips with a slick, wet suction sound, guided by her hand
grasping at its base while he held her face between his own. He stared with intense
captivation at the puffing and hollowing of her smooth white cheeks as his thick cock
fucked in and out, her head beginning to back and forth with demanding fervency. Her
whole curvaceous sating-fleshed body quivered in naked ripples from the fierce jolts of
Ching's plunging cock hammering rapidly into her loins from behind, driving her
frantically on!
"Oooohhhhhhh... aaaaaaahhhhh...!" Sonya wildly groaned, caught between these two
wonderful lovers' beautiful, hardened cocks, both of them preparing to spill their hot,
liquid fire into either end of her naked body to finally pool together as one deep up in
her craving belly! In lust-filled joy, she ground her widespread buttocks back hard
against the German Shepherd's furry, battering body, feeling the tiny rivulets of
moisture dripping down the backs of her inner-thighs, while the mounting pressure in
her desire-flamed loins warned of the climactic moment near at hand for her as well!
Joe was almost too insane with lust to think about what was happening, but then, it
didn't matter. It was senseless anyway to try and reason with the roaring inferno of lust
bubbling in his balls! Ching's violently fucking cock pounding up into his wife's
luscious pink cunt was driving her smooth mouth forward onto his own aching
hardness until he wondered why she wasn't choking on it. It was touching her throat all
the way back to her tonsils, his pubic hair brushing at the tip of her lovely nose while
his sperm-inflated balls in her soft, warm hands ached in a mounting build-up of
massive pressure.
It was just like the first time he had fucked her, he thought, while her lips locked tightly
around almost the full length of his raging cock, increasing her unbelievably eager
sucking actions until he thought his balls would turn inside out! Great swirls of heat
were massing in their secret depths as he watched her passion-contorted face sucking
hungrily on it. He sense the muscles of his stomach tighten and he arched forward,
pushing his throbbing hardness further between the searing heat of her greedily sucking
lips. He gaped at the pink ridge pulling out from her mouth, clinging voraciously to it
as she pumped her head rhythmically up and down and undulated her hips back at the
dog in a wild uncontrollable frenzy.
Sonya heard his cry at the very moment of his bursting into her mouth, his jerking
cock gushing forth hot, stream-like jets of his pungent cum! It flooded her mouth and
throat with ifs delicious liquid heat. She sensed her cheeks bloating and contracting as
she swallowed in greedy, thick gulps, fastening her lips tightly around his spasming
cock so as not to lose a single drop of his love-fluid. On and on, his wonderful balls
continued to pump out his milk-white sperm deep up into her mouth, while his hands
clutched at her head, pulling her face harder onto his convulsively softening penis.
The ecstasy of it was greater than Sonya had anticipated, and as the first hot, piquant
taste of his cum, her own climax was triggered. She thrust her nakedly grinding ass
cheeks back harder at her panting animal-lover, wanting the full benefit of his
tremendously expanding cock fucking into her wildly flaming cunt! Every muscle in her
body contracted and jerked as she felt the erotic release of spasming rapture exploding
deep down in her screaming loins and belly. She continued to gulp and suck at her
husband's wonderfully erupting cock, her soft, curl-lined cuntal lips clenching and
opening like an angered fist from behind. Her insanely jerking young buttocks quivered
momentarily out of control, and then froze into firmness and she gurgled out a
whimpering wail as her wildly quaking body unleashed and exploded too in the
moment she had been straining toward. There was nothing but unbelievable bliss
washing through her body... the bliss of once again having an orgasm with her
husband. Time, space, motion... everything melted and dissolved in her mind, and
nothing mattered but the mindless rapture she thought she had lost forever. Again and
again, she was struck by the spasmodic twitching of every muscle and cord in her
pleasure-filled young cunt...
Then Ching began to pump forward faster to spew his hot load of wild animal sperm
deep up into the hidden sanctuary of her eagerly trembling belly. Once again, she
climaxed, half-screaming as Joe held her while she slammed her soft, yielding buttocks
back hard onto the animal's magnificently squirting cock...
EPILOGUE
Sonya squinted her eyes against the glare of the sun on the South American coast. She
could hear the gentle waves breaking against the beach, unhindered by the sounds of
swimmers. She and Joe had found a secluded area and had it virtually all to themselves.
After that fateful day in Hong Kong, Joe had decided that he had to have a vacation...
and he had to have it right away. He had been too long estranged from his wife, and
had decided to make up for lost time. His company, more than pleased with his work
record, allowed him to take a full month off, and he had taken his wife to Brazil the
next day. Even though it was the tourist season there, Joe knew of a little area where,
for some reason totally unknown to him, people rarely went. There, he and Sonya had
their second honeymoon, and the casting agent was firm in his resolve that he would
never allow his work to interfere with his marriage the way he had before. A full month
of intense lovemaking with his wife... that was what both of them needed. And .now
that the month was over, Sonya felt so totally refreshed and in love with her husband
that she almost wanted to die of happiness. It would be a shame to leave this area, she
thought. After a full month, she had still not gotten bored with merely sitting in the sun
and fucking her husband.
She thought of the dog who had come to her in the park a month ago... Ching. Even
though she had experienced a wonderful orgasm with the beast, she had no desire to
keep him... or get a dog of her own. Her husband's was all the cock she needed.
Perhaps in the future, she might think of getting an animal lover, but for the present,
she was enraptured to have her husband back. She wanted to give herself totally to her
husband, as he was now giving himself totally to her. Perhaps Vicky was able to spread
herself between lovers, but not all women were like Vicky.
Her thoughts were interrupted as she felt tiny grains of sand being dropped on her
belly, exposed almost to her cuntal mound through the string bikini she was wearing.
She opened her eyes to see her husband playfully burying her on the beach.
"Wake up, sleepy-head," he said to her. "I have some news for you."
"What time are we leaving today?" she asked. Although the month had been wonderful,
she was resigned to the fact that today was the last day.
"I'm not exactly sure what time we're leaving," Joe told her as he dropped his body next
to hers. "I've just finished talking to the head of the film company, and he's agreed to
give me another two weeks vacation."
Sonya's eyes widened as she thought that her husband would not be going back to the
rigors of his job for another fourteen days... And that meant another fourteen days
alone with her husband.
"Why... honey, that's wonderful!" she exclaimed. Already she could feel her nipples
start to swell into erection through the thin top of her bikini, and she could see that her
husband was thinking the same thing she was. His swimsuit could not hope to hide the
massive swelling of his penis. They had talked several times about fucking on the beach,
and now it looked as thought that would finally happen.
"The new assistant seems to be working out well enough for them," Joe explained. "Of
course lie's using mostly the notes I'd left behind, and things aren't really all that
complicated yet, but we have some more time together before we have to go back."
Sonya could feel a warm glow ripple over her body as she remembered Ed Bryant, Joe's
old assistant. For some reason the young wife was at a loss to understand Ed and Vicky
had really hit it off. Perhaps it was because in each other, they had found the perfect
partner for their insatiable sexual appetites. Having decided that she did not want to act
in the movies any longer, the alluring Oriental and Ed Bryant were now living in a
small valley in Switzerland. The film company had been unhappy to let Ed go,
especially now since Joe was also away, but Joe had worked so hard for them that the
casting pretty much ran itself... and would, it seemed, run itself for a little while longer.
The company had told Vicky that any time she wanted to join them, she could, and she
told them that she would think about it. Who knows? thought Sonya, Maybe, in the
near future, I'll actually get to meet the woman who saved my marriage and made all
this possible. She must be a very remarkable woman indeed!
"Hey... Lovely lady," she heard her husband sing out next to her. "You look as though
you're a million miles away."
She turned her pretty face to him and smiled.
"Honey," she said. "I'm right here... and if you don't believe it, I'll prove it to you."
With that, she leaned over and planted her mouth firmly on the opening lips of her
husband, thrilling in the knowledge that everything had worked out for her after all.
She would never have to worry about losing her husband again.


THE END
