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THE DOG’S GIRL – Dog Sex Story – Chapter 12

THE DOG’S GIRL – Dog Sex Story – Chapter 12

Bud had stirred shortly after he had fucked her the second time.

He apologized for
having to leave, but Betty wanted to sleep alone that night anyway, so she just kissed
him goodbye as he told her he would be back.
She tried to go about the business of cleaning her apartment.

She went methodically
about the rooms, picking up things, dusting and vacuuming.

She found some small joy
in being able to submerge herself in the work, not having to think about herself.
The doorbell rang and Betty jumped.

She was afraid it was Bud coming to ask for her
hand.

She knew right at that moment that she couldn’t.

She wanted her career and her
freedom.

She walked slowly to the door, after turning off the vacuum-cleaner, and
opening it.
"Albert!" she exclaimed, her eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped onto her chin.
"Hi!" he said casually.

"May I come in?"
"Sure…

sure!" she said.

"Please do."
"I came to see how you were," he said, his dark eyes flashing the same fire that Betty
remembered burning there.

"I thought you might like to know that the ECM
Corporation has hired me as a management consultant.

It’s the first straight job I’ve
had since delivering papers as a kid."
"That’s wonderful!" she said truthfully.

"How did you get the job?"
"Your police chief set it up for me.

He’s one of the nicest people I’ve ever met."
"I didn’t think that when I was first on the force," said Betty, arching her brows.

"But

now I see that I was wrong.

I even got a promotion from him."
"You deserve it," said Albert.

"What with all you’ve been through they should make
you a captain."
"That’s silly," she said.

"But thank you anyway."
"Well I can see you’re all right," he said.

"So I’d better be going.

I have to start work
tomorrow."
"No," she protested.

"Stay and have coffee at least." She saw his cock start rising at his
crotch when he understood her words.
"Sure!" he replied.

"I have a little bit of time."
Betty rushed into the kitchen to start the water.

On the way she could feel her cuntlips
rubbing slickly together as she walked.

She was slightly embarrassed, but she knew that
Albert couldn’t tell.
She came out of the kitchen in a few minutes with the fresh coffee in her hand.

She set
it down on the end table and poured Albert a cup.

Her hands were shaking from the
excitement of having Albert here.
She turned around, holding the two coffee cups, but her hands were still shaking.
"Here," he said.

"Let me help you.

Wouldn’t want you to spill any on yourself."
"Thank you," she said as he took a cup from her hand.
Silently they sipped their coffee.

Betty began to get the jitters again and had to take her
eyes off Albert.

But each time she did she found that her gaze always came back to rest

on his crotch.
It wasn’t long before Albert noticed this and involuntarily began getting a hard-on.
Now Betty couldn’t take her eyes off his crotch at all.

She was embarrassed and knew
that she was being silly, but still her eyes wouldn’t leave his growing bulge.
"Nice weather we’re having," Albert said to break the ice, even though it had been
overcast all day.
Betty jumped at his words and smiled.

"Ya, I guess so."
Albert set down his coffee and moved his arm over beside her thigh.

His fingers inched
onto her leg as he said, "Is something wrong?"
Betty knew that it was only a ploy, but she was glad that he had done it.

"No…

no.
Nothing’s wrong." She was shaking violently now at the pleasure of his touch.

Suddenly
the coffee cup toppled, coffee spilling onto her dress.
They both jumped, but that only made matters worse.

Now the coffee was all over both
of them.
"Let me help you," Albert said, brushing off her dress with his hand while he held her
shoulder with his other.

"You better get out of that dress."
Suddenly they both saw the absurdity of the scene they were enacting, and laughed.
Betty threw her arms around Albert and drew him close for a passionate kiss.

Her
tongue slithered into his mouth, forcing his lips and teeth apart.

Her tongue darted
around inside the hot cavity of his mouth.

Her hand slid down his back until it rested
on his hips.

She pushed, feeling the heat of his groin set fire to her passion.

He began pumping his hips against her, grinding the covered cock into the softness of
her belly.

She pulled her mouth away with an audible smack.

"Fuck me!" she begged.
"Fuck me good!"
Albert’s lean body pressed against her as he worked his hands into position.

With one
sweep he picked her off her feet, rushing her into the bedroom with her mouth still
stuck to his.
By the look in his eyes she knew that he hadn’t been prepared for this, but she was glad
that she wasn’t stopping him.

She felt his long fingers kneading her thighs and back as
he whisked her to the bed.

Gently he laid her down.
She pulled him down with her onto the double bed, refusing to let go of his neck and
mouth.

Her kiss was still burning into him as her tongue dug around in his mouth.

She
could feel his hot, panting breath escaping in gasps from the tight seal of their lips.

Still
reluctant to release him, she had to be pried off.
"Let’s take off our clothes first, baby," he said once his mouth was free.
"Sure…

sure!" she exclaimed, still groping for his neck and mouth with her hungry lips.
Betty was amazed at the rapidity with which she dispensed with her clothing.

Albert
was only half undressed by the time she was naked and back on the bed.
"Don’t rush it," said Albert.

"We have all night."
Betty knew that they didn’t, that Bud was liable to show up any time now.

She was
willing to take the chance of fucking Albert and having Bud come in on them, she
wanted the thin man that much.

Albert began pulling his pants down, the protruding prick making that normally simple
task a difficult one.

He cleared the cockhead from the belt of his pants and the cock
snapped up, slapping against his flat stomach.

Betty sighed as the enormous pecker was
bobbing only inches from her mouth.

She licked her lips, not caring how decadent or
perverse it appeared.

She lunged for the prick.
Albert stepped back, but not in time.

Betty had the prick securely between her fingers
before he had taken a full step back.

She pulled him toward her with the tool, careful
not to pull too hard and hurt him.

She gulped at the purple, gleaming cockhead, but he
was still too far away, and she only wet the head with her tongue.
"Ahhh!" Albert exclaimed.

"Watch out there or you’ll bite it off."
Betty refused to let go.

She knew Albert felt funny standing there with his pants half
dropped, but she was being consumed by a passion that knew no logic.
Albert tried to step out of his pants, hobbling on one foot and then the other, his cock
still tethered to Betty’s gripping hands.

He was finally able to kick the pants free and
move toward Betty.
"Let me lie down first," he said with a laugh.

"I can’t even move with you holding me
like that."
Betty seemed to come to her senses as she let go of his prick and rolled onto her back.
The afternoon light was defused through the curtain in her room.

The atmosphere was
warm and romantic, slow and gentle.

But her body was surging with intense desire.
Albert walked on his knees across the bed, the huge prick bobbing at his belly.

Betty
was on her back looking up at the approaching member.

Albert kept walking until his
cock was positioned right over her smiling lips.

She reached up and took it in her hand.

Feeling the ridges and bumps in it, Betty took her time in bringing the pecker to her
lips.

She was so positioned that his balls hung in her eyes while his meat pointed down
over her nose to her hungry lips.
Albert put his hands on his hips and smiled down at her.

She couldn’t see him fully
because of the cock and balls blocking her view.

She put the mushroom head of his
putty-colored cock in her mouth.
"That’s so good!" he exclaimed as Betty sucked the cock into the churning cavity of her
mouth.

Her tongue darted along the underside of the prick, probing the blood-filled
tube with her active muscle.

Then the tool slipped over her tongue, the head pushing
along the rough surface toward the opening to her throat.

She suddenly realized that
Albert was pumping into her.

She tilted her head back to give him a better angle of
entry, his prick now pressing hard against the constriction of her throat.
He took his hands off his hips and placed them on her breasts, as much for support as
for pleasure.

He squeezed his fingers around the resilient flesh, the nipples perking up
between them.

Pushing his hips down again, he found the muscles of her throat.

But
Betty choked on the huge tool, gagging almost to the point of vomiting.

Albert pulled
back immediately.
"Sorry," he said earnestly.

"I’ll be more careful."
Betty sucked his cock again, not dissuaded in the least.

She tongued the probing cock as
it slid down to the opening of her throat.

Stifling a gag, and breathing through her
nose, she was able to force the spongy glans into her throat.
"Aggg!" groaned Albert, squeezing her tits extra hard.
She felt the fire of passion surge through her, growing at the same rate that his cock

was expanding in her mouth.

She had to spit the cock out of her throat because it was
becoming so large.

She was sorry that she couldn’t do him like that now, but she knew
that she would be able to do it for him later.
She satisfied herself by just sucking the top half of the cock.
His balls contracted to a tight, wrinkled bunch of skin above her eyes.

She saw them
start to spasm.

She spit the prick out quickly, grabbing it with both hands as it left her
lips.
"What in the hell are you doing?" he yelled, grabbing her tits even tighter than before.
"I don’t want you to come," she said, smiling up past his cock at him.

"Let’s make it
last."
He understood her logic.

Albert tightened all of the muscles in his body in an attempt
to suppress his impending orgasm.

Betty turned back over onto her stomach, still
gripping his cock, as the pulsing in his groin ceased.

She got up onto her knees and
then released the member, surprised when it spouted a tiny bit of cum.
"Caught it right in the middle, didn’t we?"
"Looks like it," he said pantingly.
Betty pushed him onto his back, walking toward him on her knees the same way he
had walked toward her.

She rubbed her hand up the hairiness of his legs, feeling the
tight muscles relax to her touch.

She massaged his calves and then moved up to his
knees.

She was making all of the muscles in his body relax but one – his cock still
stood straight up in the air like a proud pole.

She was careful not to touch his groin as she moved from his thighs to his stomach.

But
even then the silky cockhead brushed against her hanging tits.
Betty began swinging her tits back and forth across his cock.

She then grabbed her tits
in her hands to stop them, trapping the huge cock between them.

She began slowly
masturbating his hard tool with the succulent flesh of her breasts.
"That’s quite a trick," groaned Albert.

"We ought to see if it’s marketable."
They both laughed as Betty continued to rub the giant tool.

Fire was surging through
her groin again, filling her with desire – the desire to have a cock stuffed up her cunt.
She released his cock with her tits and continued to crawl up his body.

When her cunt
reached his cock, she realized that she would actually have to stand up a little to
position her pussy mouth over the gigantic tool.
She shifted her weight from one foot onto the other, until she was standing in a crouch.
She reached around behind her ass and grabbed the cock, still slick and wet from her
saliva.

She rubbed it around in her juicy twat and then positioned it at the mouth of her
cunt.
Squatting slowly, Betty was able to insert the head without much trouble.

But her
cuntlips were spread wide and taut.

She wiggled around, trying to loosen herself up for
final penetration, but she was as wide as she would go.

She could feel the pulsing of his
pecker inside her, telegraphing desire to the center of her body.

She was almost afraid
to drop her impaling weight onto the mighty cock, but remembered that it had been
done before.
Dropping slowly, Betty could feel the awesome cock plowing into her tender body.

She
continued to lower herself until she felt completely stuffed with cock.

She looked down

to check, only to discover that she was little more than halfway onto the prick.
Slowly she began to lower again.

She was surprised that the further she went after the
halfway mark, the easier it became to go further still.

She almost dropped the rest of the
way, impaling the cock clear into her womb.
"Ahhhggg!" she groaned as an orgasm rocked her to the very marrow of her bones.

She
went limp.

The orgasm was clenching and unclenching her cunt muscles, pulling her
further onto the cock.

She didn’t know when she would stop sinking, but she knew that
if she didn’t, she would be hurt seriously.
Suddenly the muff of his pubic hair tickled her twat, then pressed against it.

She was
safe, and she relaxed.
Spasms still rocked her cunt, squeezing the impaled cock to a pulp.

As her contractions
receded, she felt his begin.
Huge globs of scalding cum shot into her tender womb, triggering another climax
within her.

His hot cum continued to spout until Betty couldn’t imagine him being able
to come anymore.

But it continued.

The hot fluid seeped down between his legs.
Finally his spasms stopped, and his cock began to grow limp inside of her.

She felt the
flaccid member retract from her womb, almost pulling violently the remaining strength
she had from her body.

She collapsed in a lump on top of him as he folded his arms
around her.

"It’s the doorbell," Albert whispered as he shook Betty gently, trying to bring her out of
her sleep.

"What…

What is it?" she asked, lifting up her head to look into his eyes.
"There’s someone at the door."
"Really!" she exclaimed.

Just then the doorbell rang again.

"Why don’t we just let it
ring.

They’ll go away in a minute." Betty thought she knew who it was, but didn’t want
to let on.
"There it is again," said Albert.

"Just go and tell whoever it is to leave us alone.

Go on
now."
She threw caution to the wind and got up.

Throwing on her robe, she headed for the
door.
The bell was still ringing as she opened the door.

"Hi, Betty!" he said.

"I thought that
something was wrong because you didn’t answer and you said you’d be here."
"No," she said, trying to fake a yawn.

"I was just asleep.

Sorry I didn’t hear the bell
sooner." She hadn’t moved from standing in the doorway, thinking that if she could
stand there long enough Bud would go away.

Then she felt it – cum began running out
of her cunt down her legs.

She crossed her legs trying to hide it, but that only brought
attention to it.
"What’s the matter, Betty?" asked Bud, looking down at her legs and then into the
room.

"Is something wrong?"
"No," she said, just a bit too emphatically.
"Then may I come in?"
"Sure, why not?" Betty knew that it was through now.

"Who is it?" called Albert from the other room.
Bud leaned down to Betty and whispered hoarsely, "Is that pervert in there?"
"Yes."
"I’m going to kill him!" Bud exclaimed, turning for the bedroom door.

Betty caught the
sleeve of his jacket and held him, digging her feet into the carpet.

She looked past the
enraged Bud and saw Albert standing beautifully naked, his cock hanging halfway
down his thigh, in the doorway to the bedroom.
"Stop!" Betty commanded.

"I’m my own woman.

I wanted him here."
"What do you mean?" asked Bud, spinning around to face her.
"I mean that I want him here."
"Are you choosing him over me?" asked Bud.
"I don’t want to choose anybody over anybody," she said.

"I just want to be able to do
what I please."
"You’ll just have to do it without me," Bud said.
"Why?" asked Betty.

"We could work something out.

You have something that Albert
doesn’t have that I need very much, and he has something that you don’t.

One of you
isn’t better than the other, you’re just different."
"But Betty, it’s just sort of sick." Bud’s fire had been extinguished.

Betty knew that it
was only a matter of time before she brought him over to her way of thinking.

She was surprised at herself.

She had never even wanted to fuck before, and now she
didn’t want to give up either of the men she had acquired.
"What do we do then?" asked Bud.
"You can both fuck me," Betty said gleefully.

"At the same time, or separately,
whichever you choose."
"Sounds like fun to me," Albert said from the doorway.

"Why don’t we try it right
now."
"Come on, Bud," said Betty, taking his arm.

"At least try it before you condemn us."
"Okay," he said reluctantly, following Betty into the room.
Betty knew she had what she wanted now.

It was more than she could have ever wished
for.

The fact became stronger as the two began fucking her, both of them enjoying it
more than either of them thought possible.
THE END

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THE DOG’S GIRL – Dog Sex Story – Chapter 11

THE DOG’S GIRL – Dog Sex Story – Chapter 11

"Hi, Bud, I didn’t…" Then she remembered having invited him over.

She had only just
gotten up herself a couple of hours ago, and her mind wasn’t working right.

She looked
around the small, dimly lit room and said, "Sorry it’s such a mess, but I just got up.
Come on in."
"I didn’t mean to disturb you," Bud said truthfully, looking around the room and then
at the flimsy nightgown that Betty had thrown on for comfort.
"It’s all right," she said.

"I’ll just go and change, be right back." She whisked into the
other room of her tiny apartment while Bud tried to make himself comfortable on the
cluttered sofa.
He was excited about Betty, even seeing her taut nipples through the nightgown had
given him a partial erection.

He reached down and rubbed it while listening to the
drawers and closet in her bedroom being opened and closed as she dressed.
Betty walked out in a simple dress, looking more feminine than Bud had ever seen her
look.

"Would you like to go out to dinner?" he asked as she walked up to him.
"No," she said.

"I’ve just eaten a TV dinner.

Sorry I forgot you were coming over.

My
memory still hasn’t come back to me completely, and I’d rather just sit and talk."
That obviously wasn’t what Bud had in mind, and he felt very self-conscious sitting
there before her.

She sat down beside him.
As she sat beside him, his hand slid easily, unconsciously over her bare, white knee.

She
didn’t move, frozen with the anticipation of gentle handling.

She had almost forgotten
what sex was supposed to be like, but she was willing to relearn it.

He turned, his hand sliding up her leg, sending chills of excitement up her thigh.

He
squeezed and she felt her resilient, white skin give way to his gentle pressure.

Squeezing
again, Bud’s hand moved up her white thigh, his fingertips brushing the tiny hairs
which had escaped her lace panties.

She sighed and let her head fall back against the
overstuffed sofa.
Bud leaned over her, planting a wet kiss on her sensuous lips.

She accepted it, moaning
slightly to show her approval.

Her eyes fluttered in pleasure as the thick, hard snake of
Bud’s tongue gently pried her lips and teeth open.

She felt the muscle darting around in
her mouth, almost unable to control itself once it was between her lips.
Softly, Betty sucked on the probing tongue.

Bud’s hand moved slowly from where he
was feeling the moss-moist cunthair, under the lace edge of her panties, onto the thick,
wet petals of her pussy.
She sighed.

"This is good!" she exclaimed in a whisper.
Cautiously, Bud moved his finger further up the hairy vulva, feeling the wetness of her
labia.

Opening up the pussy with one finger, he felt the sensitive knot of her clit.
"Uhhhmmmnnn!" Betty moaned.
Her right hand went up to his side, sliding around his ribs to his stomach as his lips
met hers again, his tongue darting against the ivory of her teeth.

As she parted them,
her hand slipped down to his belt.

She felt the member respond and become hard.
Bud slid her along the back of the couch, dropping her slowly to her back.

She felt like
she was riding on a cloud, needing no strength of her own to keep her afloat in the
sensuous world of pleasure that Bud was carrying her to.

As he lay down on top of her, his half-extended cock slipped between her fingers, the
loose flesh of the foreskin feeling like moist putty in her hand.
Squeezing again, Betty felt the head of his prick fill her hand.

Bud began pumping into
her hand with the same rhythm that his tongue was using in digging into her mouth.
She moaned around the plunging muscle and squeezed as the moist meat continued to
drive into her palm.
Suddenly she thought of Albert.

His giant cock embedded deep in her sopping twat.
She suppressed the thought.
"Let’s get undressed," said Bud.
"Okay!" Betty replied.
She felt his weight leave her body, and his cock leave her hand as he pushed himself off
the sofa.

She looked down and saw how her legs were spread, her dress up over her
crotch.

She quickly pulled the dress down as Bud stared at the violent pinkness of her
cunt.
She got up off the sofa herself, turning her back to Bud as she unzipped her dress.

She
reached and turned on the radio; tuning it to the soft music station she sometimes
listened to.
Her dress fell to the floor as she stood up.

She looked over her shoulder at Bud.

He was
already undressed, his huge meat sticking up along his belly as his heartbeat pulsed
within it, filling it with blood.

She turned back around to face the wall.

Bud moved up
behind her and unsnapped her bra.
He reached around in front of her, sliding his hands up her ribs to where her tits jutted

out abruptly.

Forcing his fingers gently under the bottom edge of her bra, he slid his
fingers up over her tits, catching her nipples between his thick fingers and squeezing.
"Aaammmnnn!" she moaned, involuntarily grinding her hips back against his bobbing
meat.
"Jesus!" A tremor shook Bud.

"I’m going to wake up soon, and this beautiful dream will
have vanished."
She thrust herself back against him again, trapping his cock between her grinding
asscheeks.

"Let’s make it last!"
"Let’s dance!" he said.

"Take off your panties."
She bent down, pushing his cock even deeper into her soft crack as she pulled the
panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them.

Bud spun her around slowly,
savoring every inch of her body.

She looked down at the ground, putting her arms on
his shoulders, but couldn’t help but see his cockhead staring up at her with a drop of
lubricant gleaming there.
Bud danced, moving Betty slowly.

The room was small, but large enough for Bud to
maneuver her very close to his hairy body.
She felt the hairs from his chest prickle at her very sensitive nipples, hardening them as
she pushed against his chest.

Tightly they held each other, getting their bodies closer
and closer.

Betty’s tits were now squashed flat against his hard body as his cock was
pressed between them.
Bud gave up all pretense of dancing.

Both hands closed on her round butt, he massaged
and kneaded while exciting fires roared through her.

Betty spread her knees, stood on her tiptoes, and pushed her wet pussy hard on the
swell of Bud’s thigh, her lower belly still grinding on his cock.

Her rigid, tender nipples
brushed his tense flesh.
He continued to fondle her ass with one hand while his other hand slipped to the small
of her white back.

Bending slowly forward, Bud arched Betty’s back with his body.

Her
breasts thrust upward, her moist pussy riding high on his thigh, and her heels coming
off the carpeted floor.
"Ahhhggg!" she groaned.

"Ahhh! Bud, oh, Bud!"
He ducked his head, his pursed mouth seeking one of her tender nipples, and she
shuddered with pleasure.

He sucked the quivering flesh into the hot, wet cavern of his
mouth and began to roll the stiff nub with his tongue.

Her hips undulated to the
rhythm of the music, grinding her pussy on his juice-smeared leg and pumping her
belly against his hard cock.

She had imagined that she had had enough sex to last her a
lifetime, but Bud was showing her that it wasn’t true.
He thrust his hips up to reinforce his contact with her, and his fingertips strayed along
the crack between her asscheeks.
"Oh, Bud!" Betty cried out in a low, hoarse tone of urgency.

She had hoped to show
some control, but the pressure of their two naked bodies undulating in the middle of
the small room was too much for her.
Bud raised his head, leaving her pink nipple wet, puckered and tense with passion.

He
drew her erect and seized her ass with his hands.

She felt herself rising from the floor as
if on a cloud of passion as Bud lifted her.

Her body was sliding along his, upward, until
his cockhead rested in the crevice of her heated snatch.

This position reminded her of

being hung from the doorway with Bud and Fingers.

But it wasn’t the same.

The tone
now was one of kindness and love, and there was no brutal cock up her asshole.
She hesitated, then thrust her knees apart.

She felt her wet tissues part to close around
the enormous cockhead.

The entrance to her pussy opened, and her vulva guided the
cock toward the juicy hole.

There was an instant of ecstasy when the head and the
greasy mouth found each other, and then Bud began to fuck her.

The pressure of the
impending entry rocketed.

Betty found she had to fling her knees widely apart, then she
instinctively closed her legs around Bud’s hips, her heels resting tightly on the backs of
his thighs.

She held herself to him while she impaled herself slowly on the impossible
cock.
"Ahhhh…

Mnnnnnn! UNHHHH!" Her moans grew louder as the cock slid further up
her drooling channel, filling her cunt.
"Oh God, Bud! That’s great!"
In a moment, she felt something round and soft beneath her ass.

She panted and
glanced down.

She was sitting on the overstuffed arm of the sofa, the height almost
perfect for Bud.

She raised her feet, crossing her ankles at the small of his back and
pulling him harder into her gulping cunt.

He steadied her ass and began a rhythmic,
hard thrusting, driving his cock again and again into the taut, moist cunt, his pubis
striking her pussy with audible smacks.
She felt a gathering violence in her belly and a rising pleasure in her clutching pussy,
and she knew that this gentle sex was going to be hers for a long time to come.
Bud groaned and stopped jabbing his mighty cock.

His face contorted as he gently
massaged her buttocks.

Sweat poured from his forehead as he tried not to be brutal.

Slowly, he appeared to regain a measure of control over himself.

"Christ!" he exclaimed.
"Oh, Christ, that was pretty close!"
"What’s wrong, Bud?" asked Betty.

"What’s the matter?"
He grunted, and then smiled at her.

"Too fast.

I’m going too fast.

I nearly blew my wad
in you right then, and I want this wonderful sex to last."
She sighed and clung to him, sure that he was one of the kindest people she’d ever met.
He pressed her body down on the arm of the sofa.

She fought him at first, not knowing
what he meant to do with her.

She yielded, making herself lie quietly before him,
impaled on his giant cock, her legs still clamped tightly around his lean ass.
She clutched at the edges of the sofa, momentarily overcome by the fear.

But the
pressure of Bud’s thick cock deep in her hungry cunt and the sight of his sweaty,
gleaming body above her brought her back to reality.

She shivered with lust as she
watched the hungry way he stared at her willing body.
She treasured the gentleness of his large hands as they caressed her warm belly.

They
closed over her quivering, weaving tits.

She thrilled to the slow rocking of his hips that
kept his cock rubbing slowly against the walls of her eager vaginal tract.
He smiled, his expression strained, and placed his hands at her waist.

She gasped when
he began to stroke her onto his rigid shaft.

The experience delighted her with new
sensations, and she was soon helping by jerking at him with her white legs, timing her
tugs to match the rhythm of his misty pulls.
The hot frenzy of her earlier excitement gave way to a more intense awareness.

She
sensed she was on a high plateau of pleasure that could continue unchanged for a long

time.
She smiled at Bud, his features hidden in the shadow of night that had overtaken them.
The room was almost completely dark.

The only light was that from a street-lamp
outside her window.
"I like it! I like it this way, Bud!" she exclaimed in a deep whisper.

She closed her eyes.
This was like remembering a happy moment of childhood – warm, gentle and loving.
"There’s time to feel it all," said Bud, leaning forward and kissing her on the cheek.
She giggled.

"And ‘all’ is an awful lot!"
Bud pulled his cock out so that only the mushroom of his cockhead was still in her.
Then he pushed forward, sliding the shaft deeply into her, the slippery sides of the cock
generating heat and excitement in her twat.
Betty realized the new position exaggerated her breast size.

She shivered with delight at
the new expression of savage hunger in Bud’s eyes.
He yanked her onto his cock with a harder stroke.

She felt her excitement start to grow
again.

She tried to contain her rising agitation, but her legs betrayed her, tightening
convulsively.
"Ahhgggg!" she grunted explosively.

"Jesus, Bud! I…

can’t hold out…

much…

longer!
Ohmmm!"
He was sweating profusely, and she realized her own body was bathed with
perspiration.

But there was an explosive expression of vigorous enjoyment in his carved
features.

His grip on her thin waist was sure and firm.

Betty knew that she had had so much fucking that she didn’t think she could stop if she
wanted to.

Her body was hungry for satisfaction as Bud slowed his strokes.

She wanted
it to last forever – a delicious eternity.

But Bud’s ball’s were beginning to bounce
against the winking rosette of her asshole.
He slid his hands under her back and lifted.

The only result was a steep arch in her
back.

He laughed lightly and worked his hands toward her shoulders, then lifted again.
She caught at his arms, helping.

He stopped lifting when she was at a forty-five-degree
angle.

She clung to his upper arms, helping to support her body, but wondering what
was to happen to her now.
He backed away from the sofa, holding her on his cock.

Her weight drove her fully
onto his cock, and she squirmed happily.
Gripping her waist, Bud began to fuck into her the full length of his blood-engorged
cock.

Her tits bounced and her hair flew erratically.

She gritted her teeth and clamped
her thighs on his hipbones, her excitement mounting in sudden leaps as he walked
about the small room.
Each blow jarred her.

The moist channel of her pussy was hot, irritated and sensitive
because of the friction.

She twisted so that her clitoris came down on the base of his
cock, flaming spears of delight stabbing her in rapid succession.

The tight knot in her
belly hardened even more, and her body tensed.
"Now, Bud! I’m making it…

NOW!" As if the knot had exploded in her belly, her cunt
contracted violently on the buried cock.

Spasm after spasm wrenched her inner walls,
and she shook with the intensity of her sensations.

She scissored her thighs around his
waist and felt him suddenly stiffen.

His hips thrust forward and up, and his shoulders
jerked back as he started to erupt inside of her tender body.

A hot pool grew around his

cockhead and triggered a new series of contractions in her ecstatic pussy.

She gasped
with deep pleasure and dug her short fingernails into the meaty muscles of Bud’s back.
She flung her head back and moaned, unable to do or think about anything but her
orgasm.
Bud’s pulsing jabs slowed gradually and his body relaxed.

He blew out his pent-up
breath and walked shakily back to the sofa.

He was still being very careful with her,
though it was only obvious that his orgasm had so weakened him that he could hardly
move.
Betty was surprised to see that what Bud was trying to do was to not let his limp cock
slip out of her cunt.

She tightened the muscles of her pussy, trying to help him.

As she
fell to the sofa, she felt his cock begin to slide out of her.

Clenching her muscles as
tight as she could, her cunt tightened around the bulbous head.
He pushed the flaccid tool the rest of the way into her.

In a moment he seemed to be
asleep.

She put her arms around his shoulders and hugged him lovingly.

It seemed like seconds later that she woke up, Bud still on top of her the way he had
been when she closed her eyes.
"What time is it?" she asked.
"It’s ten o’clock," he said.
"Three hours!" she exclaimed.

"I thought I had just lain my head down for a moment."
"It was that good, huh?"

"Ya," she said with a sleepy smile.

She was about to push him off playfully when she
felt his cock began to harden inside of her.
"Are you game for another go at it?"
Betty was glad that he had asked, not because she didn’t want to, but because it showed
that he was considerate of her feelings and her desires.
"Sure!" she said.
Bud bowed his head to her tit and sucked her right nipple deep into his mouth.

She felt
it immediately harden.

She pushed her tit up into his face, his mouth opened and
swallowed more of her breast.
She squirmed her hand between her belly and Bud’s.

She could feel the head of his cock
in her hand.

Her fingertip touched the tiny mouth of the big cock, and Bud bolted
backward, spitting out her tit.
"I didn’t even know that my cock wasn’t in you," he gasped.

"I thought that it was so
warm and moist it couldn’t be between our bellies.

I didn’t know what hit me when you
stuck your finger in me."
Betty laughed lightly.
"Fuck me now!" she whispered in his ear as she grabbed his cock fully in her hand.
She felt him stiffen at her words, but he slipped his arms under her and embraced her
as he reinserted his cock.

New vigor seemed to come over him as he thrust it into her
quickly.

His huge meat dug into her cunt, as it plowed toward her womb.

She gasped,
and Bud stopped just short of the tender opening.

As he began to stroke, Betty could feel her cervix being rubbed by the top of his cock.
She imagined that she could feel every bump and vein in his cock as it spread her
vaginal walls.
Her cunt flamed with greedy pleasure as she began to match his strokes.

The rhythm of
their fucking grew as the fire in Betty’s belly ballooned.

She could feel Bud’s cock
probing for the sensitive spot, trying to burst it into an orgasmic rush for her.
Pounding and pounding, he continued to drive his thick cock into her.

Betty felt her
cunt clenching around the shaft, pulling and trying to hold it in.

Bud was going too
fast, and the spasms of her belly only opened her up more to his deep penetration.
But drove deep with a mighty thrust and stuck the purple mushroom of his cockhead
into young Betty’s womb.

"AAAGGGHHH!" The pleasure-pain feeling burst within
her.

Her cunt opened and closed with intense force.

Hot streams of greyish cum spurt
into her, scalding her womb and vaginal tract.
She fell back, weak, unable to control the orgasms which raced through her tender
body.

Bud collapsed on top of her, his cock slipping free of her cunt, but still spewing
cum all over both of their weak bodies.

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THE DOG’S GIRL – Dog Sex Story – Chapter 10

THE DOG’S GIRL – Dog Sex Story – Chapter 10

Betty’s ears perked up from the half slumber she found herself in after Bud had lifted
her off the hook in the doorway.

Fuck a dog? When will this ever end? The man has no
limits to his perverted imagination.
"No, you don’t!" Bud said as he dove toward Joey.

Shorty blocked his dive, catching the
rookie cop by a thigh and an arm, stopping him.
"Tie him up again and then go get the watchdog," Joey said.
"But we need the dog out there to warn us," Willy said.

"You’re goin’ crazy, boss.

Let’s
just get our money and run."
"No," Joey said.

"You don’t fool me.

You want my money too, you want it all."
"Bullshit!" Willy said.

"I just want my fair portion, but I want it pretty soon.

We might
not have as much time as you think."
"We’re goin’ to have as much time as I say we have.

Fingers and Shorty are behind me,
so if you aren’t, we would love to divide your share of the profits up among us."
"Forget it!" Willy said, looking silly and disgusted after being talked down like that in
front of everyone.

He walked over to a corner while Shorty dragged in a complaining,
huge German Shepherd.
Betty looked at the animal with fear in her eyes, real fear, the kind that only gets worse
when you start to think about what’s going to happen to you.
"Ain’t he a beautiful animal, lady?" Joey said with a sneer.

"Look at the way he’s hung,
almost like a horse."

Betty was appalled at what was being said, and she could see the slick-looking pecker in
its hairy sheath begin to extend, half from fear, and half from seeing her naked body
huddling in the corner.

She looked into the dog’s eyes and was surprised to see
something resembling human compassion, something she didn’t see in Joey’s evil eyes.
But instead of soothing any of her fright, this only heightened it – a dog feeling like a
human.

She began to wonder if all the sex today had driven her to the brink of sanity,
for she looked again at the dog and saw nothing but a very dumb animal.
"Pull him over here!" Joey demanded.

"Over by her side."
Betty cowered deeper into her corner as the huge dog ambled toward her shivering
body.

He must weigh a hundred pounds, she thought as the dog approached her.
"Sit, boy!" commanded Shorty as he pulled on the leash.
Betty watched as the panting animal sat on its haunches before her, his chest and
stomach exposed to her frightened view.

The dog’s cock began extending out of its
hairy covering, looking sticky like fly-paper and very nasty.
They don’t expect me to be fucked by that animal? They can’t mean that.

But they
obviously did.
"Reach out and touch his cock," Joey said, leaning down with an awful smirk on his
face.
"No!" answered Betty, putting her hands behind her back as if to protect herself from
the thought.
"Oh, yes!" Joey said, reaching behind her and pulling her hands out.

"Stroke him or I’ll
break your arm."

Bud moaned, but he couldn’t do a thing.
"He won’t hurt you," continued Joey.

"In fact I bet he’ll like it!" He laughed and
Fingers and Shorty laughed with him.
Betty reached out for the awesome-looking member.

Instead of biting her as she had
supposed, the dog moaned in a deep whine, letting everyone hear that he liked his
genitals touched.
"Now stroke it!" commanded Joey.
Betty felt the stickiness of the distending tool coat her fingers as she pushed down on
the member.

The dog cock expanded in her hand, filling it.
The dog continued to moan as Betty watched two knobs of hard flesh form above its
balls at the base of its cock.

She wondered what they were until she remembered her
father tossing hot water on the dog she had when she was a child.

That locks the dogs
together when they mate.

Oh, God! That’s what’ll happen to me.
She released the dog cock and tried to back away, but the dog walked toward her on its
haunches, humping its rump across the floor.

When it got up to her, it wrapped its
front legs around an exposed thigh and began pumping on her foot.
"Nasty thing!" she sputtered, slapping it on the nose.

The big dog bared its teeth to her
and she pulled her hand away very quickly.

It looked like some beast out of a class-B
horror film.
She reached out again to appease it, stroking the back of its head in as lovingly a way as
she could.

This exposed her right breast and the dog leaned forward and lapped across
the pink nipple with its rough, sandpapery tongue.

"Ohhhggggmmm!" Betty uttered.

The feeling was one of intense pleasure, but she hated
herself for showing it.
"You’re goin’ ta have trouble, boss," Fingers said.

"She likes anything with a cock."
"Wait until he sticks that pecker into her and starts driving.

A dog ain’t like a human
being he doesn’t know when to stop." Joey held his stomach and laughed at the
thought, unable to control himself.

"Just wait!" he said again.
Shorty pulled the dog back with the end of the leash, and even as strong as the big
Negro was he really had a hard time of it.
"Lead her over to the bed," Joey said to Fingers.

"We’ll let the two animals fuck there."
Betty hated Joey, hated him more than ever, but she couldn’t do anything about it.

She
was just hoping that someday he would be caught and have his goose really cooked.
She was forced to lay down on the edge of the bed with her legs dangling off obscenely.
Her cunt was exposed for everyone to see, especially the dog.
The huge animal ambled up to her and immediately put its cold nose in the fishy, soft
folds of her labia.
"Shit!" she yelled, trying to pull herself away.

But Fingers had tied her hands to the
bedposts again – she couldn’t even turn over.
Lapping again and again with its prickly tongue, the dog was making Betty’s poor cunt
raw and supersensitive.

She hated to admit it, but she knew that the dog was forcing
her toward orgasm.

Trying as hard as she could to suppress her excitement, she only
succeeded in building up the pressure of the impending climax inside of her.

She felt dizzy and frayed, heat swelling in her belly as the dog continued to lick.
"Stop him! Stop him!" she cried, on the edge of both despair and orgasm.
The dog continued to lick, not heeding even the tone of her plea for salvation from the
plight of bestiality.

She was sunk now, and she knew it.

She would never be able to live
down the awesome fact that an animal had forced her to orgasm.
The springs inside of her broke, and thick fluid dropped out of her sopping, red cunt.
She squirmed and twisted, but that only made her orgasm even more, pouring the
precious liquid into the dog’s lapping, hungry tongue.
Bud was tied in his corner, moaning and complaining through his gag.

Bud had been
bound very securely, and the twisting he did only made his bonds dig deeper into his
flesh.
Betty looked through her haze at the animal at her crotch.

She was sure that once she
had come he would leave her alone, but the dog didn’t know any restraints, and only
kept licking on the spent pussy lips with renewed vigor.
The animal put its paws up on her thighs and started to pull its face toward hers,
licking and slurping on her soft belly as it went.

She was so weak from her orgasm that
she didn’t even have the strength to give a verbal protest.
The dog hesitated at her tits, licking the luscious mounds of flesh all over.

Her nipples
perked, even in her tired state, and the dog ran his long tongue the full length across
them.

She tried to move her tits out of the way, but the dog thought she was playing a
game, and he swiped at her bobbing nipples as they passed his huge face.
Betty was tired beyond words, but the dog had obviously only begun.

She tried to cross

her knees and discourage the animal.
Suddenly she felt a great heat at her crotch and she knew that the dog had forced her
legs open and had placed his cock at her pussy.

He began pumping wildly, still not in
her cunt, his slick prick sliding up and down her white thigh.

She tried to lift up to see
the evil thing that was happening to her, but the dog put his front paws on either side
of her neck, forcing her back down.
The hot tip of his cock was at her pussy lips, pushing its way down her slit over the
inflamed nubbin of her clitoris.

The hood slipped back from the naked knot of nerves
and Betty felt the prick touch her point of pleasure.
"Ohhhh! Shit!" she screamed, more in excitement than in disgust.
What am I being reduced to? They’re making me nothing but an animal and I can’t do
a thing about it.
She tossed and turned, but it only helped slide the cock down to her cuntmouth.

The
dog hovered momentarily there, and then shoved his hips in and out with great
rapidity, pushing the head of the huge, sticky prick further and further into the mouth
of her cunt.

She bucked some more, trying to force the dog cock out of her, but with
one final thrust the dog was buried to the two knots of hard flesh into her cunt.
Betty tossed and turned more violently.

But she could feel the hard, iron like balls of
flesh at the base of his cock pushing hard at her for entry.

Still jack hammering his
haunches at her, the dog was wedging his entire cock into her succulent pussy.
She tried to close her legs, putting her heels on the animal’s flanks and squeezing, but
he was securely embedded between her lily-white thighs.

The hairiness against her body
tickled every inch of her fighting form, making it more difficult to resist his advances.

She felt the bulbs of hardened flesh begin to slip into her cunt, and she started yelling
at the top of her lungs.

She imagined that she would have to have hot water thrown on
the dog to get the animal off.

Shorty reached over the bed with his big, black hand and
covered her face, muffling her scream.
"Fuck her doggie, fuck her!" Joey encouraged.

But the animal didn’t need any
encouragement.

Its haunches were already moving, jamming the knots into her cunt.
Betty felt the knots pass it, spreading her cunt like it had never been spread before, even
by Albert.

Panting and slobbering on Betty, the dog stopped pumping for a second and
looked around bewildered, almost surprised that he had done it.
"Stop it, you beast, stop it!" Betty demanded in hoarse tones.

She wasn’t talking to the
dog, but to Joey.

"You’re the sickest human being I’ve ever met," she said, spitting out
her words with a venomous tone and a sneer.
"I ain’t never fucked a dog, lady, so watch out who you’re callin’ the kettle black!" Joey
was laughing harder than ever.
Betty could see Bud across the room, his face red and his body vibrating with anger.
She sympathized with his helplessness just as he was sympathizing with hers.
She could feel the dog start to move again.

Fire began surging inside of her, spreading
from her bloated, tight cunt to her belly, from there to her bobbing, jelly like tits.
The hard bone in the animal’s chest rested on her breastbone, almost hurting.

It would
have hurt if the dog was not supporting its heavy weight on its front paws as it drove
the turgid, seeping cock into her.

She wanted to cry.

She grimaced as the stroking cock
began to give her pleasure.

I hate myself! I hate myself! her thoughts kept saying, but the excitement and pleasure
kept mounting.

She felt another, nasty, dirty orgasm drifting down her body, begging
for escape.

The frenzy of the animal above her told her that he was going to have his
also.
The rasp of his fur on her skin became more and more exciting until she forgot her
distaste for the scene and abandoned herself to the pleasure of his cock.
She began humping in time with the dog’s short strokes, pushing up her hips as he was
coming down at her.

The redness of her pussy was flaming.

She felt the juices in her
rosy cunt flowing down to aid the orgasm which was approaching at runaway speed.
The cock was swelling up inside her, pulsing with the rapid heartbeat of the animal.

It
was difficult to match his demonic, frantic pace, but soon Betty forgot about her disgust
and caught up with him, the reddened lips of her cunt surging up around the base and
knots of the pounding cock.

It was strange feeling the bristling fur scraping her soft
cuntmouth, but she began to think of the dog as friendly – just an animal getting
pleasure – and she abandoned herself.
A strange hotness welled up within her, something she had never felt before.

She
couldn’t imagine it being the dog’s orgasm, because his pace hadn’t been affected at all.
But it was! The hot spunk began flowing out of her tight cunt, seeping down her
dangling legs.

All of the muscles of the animal were tight as his orgasm spent itself
rapidly.
The dog then tried to pull out, the knots and its cock still swollen inside of an
unsatisfied Betty.
She screamed again, the dog’s attempted withdrawal nearly tearing her cunt open.

She
finally came as the dog struggled to get free.

Betty screamed again, the pain mingling

with her orgasm, becoming indistinguishable from it, and flowing out of her cunt.
"Hold the dog still!" Joey yelled.

"It’ll kill her!"
Shorty bounded over the bed and grabbed the dog with his powerful, black hands,
holding his hind legs.
Betty was relieved as she felt the brutal prick begin to go flaccid inside of her.

She
sighed deeply and the dog slipped its meat out of her.
"Have you had enough?" she asked Joey bitterly.
"No!" Joey said.
"What do you mean?" she asked indignantly, pulling as hard as she could at the ropes.
"I mean you have to blow the dog first."
"Look, boss," Willy said.

"It’s already past dark.

We got to get our money.

I ain’t
waiting here another minute."
"Tie him up, Shorty," Joey said casually.

Willy had forgotten that Joey held all the
cards.

Shorty would do anything for him, even kill if he was asked.
"Okay, boss, you win."
"You’re Goddamn light I do.

Nobody fucks with me, you hear?" snarled Joey.
"Ya."
"Well, you’re setting tied up anyway.

Tie him up like I said, Shorty." Shorty moved
over to Willy with the only remaining piece of rope in the room and bound his hands.

"I been good to you boss, why do this to me?" Willy asked almost pleading.
"Because you’re more damn trouble than you’re worth," Joey hissed, arching his
eyebrows, making his face look even darker than it already was.
Joey turned back to Betty and untied her wrists.

He moved her over to the middle of
the bed and then whistled for the dog.

It moved slower than it had before, still
recovering from a giant orgasm.
"Now blow him!" Joey demanded.
"Not on your life!" Betty answered.
"It might be your life if you don’t do it!" he said, sneering and looking evil.
"It’ll have to be," Betty said.

"I’ve gone through enough today.

If you want any more,
it’ll have to be as a necrophiliac."
"What’s that?" Joey asked, angry that he didn’t know.
"That’s where they fuck dead people," she said.
"Not a bad idea," he said facetiously.

"But we need you for the exchange, so that game’s
off for today."
"Then forget it, because I’m not doing any more."
"Tie her hands again and then put the dog’s cock on her face," Joey said to Shorty.
Shorty was just following out his orders when the door burst open and a dozen or so
policemen rushed into the room.

Betty swooned and fainted, the last thing she saw was Albert coming in before the chief.

She opened her eyes to see that a blanket had been tossed over her naked body, and her
hands had been untied.
"You did a very nice job," began the chief.

"Holding them here while Albert went to get
us.

We heard screaming and thought that they were torturing you.

We didn’t dare to
barge in then, they might have hurt you.

When they took that dog away was our best
luck.

We didn’t know how to get by him without being detected."
Betty stared up at the kind, older face.

He didn’t look half as mean as when he assigned
her to this difficult job – trying to track down the biggest bank robbers in the state
while still a rookie.

Respect was in his eyes, and Betty forgot all else and knew that
what she had done had been worthwhile.
She was still too weak to answer, but held her hand out to him.

Albert was standing
beside the chief and took her hand.

Betty looked over at him and saw love in his eyes.
Two policemen walked over to the bed with her clothes.

She gathered the blanket
around her as modestly as she could and headed for the bathroom.

She felt funny
having clothes on – she had been naked so long in front of so many men.

But it was
good to feel protected, secure in her wrappings.
As she walked out, she saw Bud, the chief, and Albert talking.

They seemed to be
arguing about something, with Albert and the chief seeming to agree.
"What’s the matter?" she asked as she walked slowly, still feeling weak from the day’s
activities.

"They want to set this sonofabitch free!" Bud said.

"He’s the one who planned the
whole damn thing; he said so!"
"Ya," said the chief.

"He was the one who led us to you, without even asking for
clemency.

What do you think, Officer Brady?"
Betty thought for a minute, not wanting to betray either Albert or Bud, she was caught
in a dilemma.

She hesitated.
"Well, what do you think?" repeated the chief.
"I think without Albert we might never have gone free," Betty said, reluctantly looking
at Bud.

He seemed less mad than she thought he would be, but he wasn’t smiling.
"We have to take you down to the station," said the chief.

"Forms and that sort of thing
have to be filled out.

It’ll only take an hour or so, then you and Bud can go home for a
deserved rest."
Betty suddenly realized that Bud had volunteered for the job of decoy because of the
way he felt about her.

She was glad that Albert was going free, but sorry that she had
had to disappoint Bud.

At the station Betty was forced to remember exactly what happened to her.

She found it
difficult to recall each degrading position she had been made to assume.

But events
began coming back to her and, after an hour and a half, she had everything down.

The
only thing she didn’t tell them was that Albert had balled her.

She didn’t know why she
did this, her entire police training had been toward relating the whole truth.

But she
knew beyond all else that she didn’t want him to get into any trouble.

"You’ve earned a long rest," said the chief.

"So you and Bud are getting a week off, as
well as a big raise."
Betty knew she should feel delighted at what he was saying, but she was just too damn
tired.
On the way back to her apartment she even fell asleep in the back of the patrol car.
She entered her room and looked around.

It had only been sixteen hours since she had
seen it last, but it was different.
She reached the couch, where she collapsed in exhaustion and slept for sixteen more
hours.

In the sixteenth hour Betty dreamed about everything the gang had done to her – all
their cocks fucking into her cunt at the same time – and then she dreamed of a strange-
looking cock, one that had a big red knot on the end.

It was a dog’s cock that she saw
so vividly, a German Shepherd’s prick that was as big as a man’s cock.
The big dog was burrowing his nose into her pubic hair in spite of her tightly clamped
thighs.

She laughed nervously and locked her hands under his chin to raise his head.
"Nice doggie.

You wanta fuck Betty, don’t you?"
In her dream she uncrossed her knees and parted them.

The German Shepherd edged
around her leg to thrust his head between her thighs.

The chill of his nose as it touched
the inner bulges of her thighs shocked her.
"Ohhh!" she gasped, and flung her knees apart.

He touched the edges of her cuntlips.

A thrill of guilty pleasure surged over her.

She
laid one hand on the top of his head and buried her fingers in the dense fur.
"Oh my God! I didn’t know I was that horny!"
His tongue probed between the hair-covered folds of flesh at the base of her cunt,
arousing an agonizingly intense sensation in her pussy.
"Jesus! Oh, Jesus! I’m terrible, but I like it!"
The dog raised his head momentarily to look into her face, then dipped it and explored
her cuntlips with his tongue.

She watched briefly, then dropped to her back and lay
with forearms raised and fists tightly clenched.
"Ooooh! Ooooh!"
He lapped gently and steadily, the roughness of his tongue dragging at the hair that
grew on the fatness of her cuntlips, then tentatively dabbing at the moist, hairless inner
membranes.

The sensations seemed incredibly pleasurable to her.

She strained to
separate her thighs to their greatest possible width.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, doggie!" she whispered hoarsely.
She recognized the feeling of fullness in her cunt; her tissues were swelling and parting
to expose her cuntmouth under the excitement that was building in her pussy.

Her
elbows were tightly clamped to her sides and she felt her thighs trembling violently.
The tonguing could have been rough and greedy, she reflected.

Instead, it was gentle
and thorough and deliberate.
As the dog savored tiny portions of her wet cunt, he worked his way along a narrow
strip of flesh from back to front, then stripped the same narrow band on the other side

of her pussy before starting on a section a fraction of an inch closer to the center.
But little by little, he was working his way closer to her slit and the rim of her
cuntmouth.

And he was stimulating every nerve ending as he did so.

Her belly muscles
repeatedly snapped taut in a savage, involuntary contraction; she yielded to them as if
they were a different kind of orgasm.

The flood of sensation was growing so intense she
found her hands opening and closing spasmodically and she realized that she was lifting
first one foot up, then the other.
"Oh dear!" she whispered.

"God help me!" She raised her legs and drew her knees to
her chest.

Clutching each thigh behind the knee, she pulled her knees to the sides of
her rib cage and clamped them there with her arms.

Her feet churned the air above her
face while the flesh of her cunt blossomed in front of the dog.
She knew she was oozing more fluid from her cunt.

She could feel the coolness as it
evaporated where Shad had not yet licked it off.

Some of it, she noted confusedly, was
even spreading onto her ass.
But the dog seemed well aware of her condition.

He began to scoop at the crack of her
ass with his tongue, lapping with the full breadth of the warm organ.
She cried out with startled pleasure when he concentrated on her asshole.

"Ahhh! God,
it feels so good!"
He probed at the sphincter as if it held special interest for him, and her hips jerked
wildly at the fiery lances of excitement that shot through her.
"My God! Oh shit! I didn’t know that a dog could make me feel so good!"
She was seized by an insane impulse to spread herself still further open for the amazing

tongue.

Her hands slid along her calves to grasp her ankles and she swung them as far
out to the sides as she could, forming a broad, flat angle with her thighs.

She felt the tip
of the dog’s tongue wedge itself into the tight circle of her asshole and she cried out in
low intense tones.
"AAAIIIHHHHH!"
The spasms of a small climax tore at her and she managed to force her feet still closer
to the surface of the bed.
"Oh my God! I…

I’m awful! I’m wicked! But, oooh, it feels so good!"
He withdrew his tongue from her ass and she sagged, trembling wildly.
"I mustn’t! I mustn’t let you lick any more! Oh, dear God!" But she knew she could do
nothing to stop the fantastic flow of sensations.

She was alone with the dog, and no one
would ever know the terrible thing she was doing – except for Joey’s gang.
The dog resumed his lapping at her cunt, his tongue dabbing briefly at her cuntmouth
and then working forward along the bottom of her slit to her clitoris.
She jerked convulsively.

"N-no!" she cried sharply.
The dog ignored the command.

To her astonishment, he seemed to have closed his lips
over the swollen lump of her clit, the tip of his tongue caressing her sensitive nerve.
Wild, fierce sensations poured through her and she jerked her legs together.

She knew
the sensations would become so intense she would involuntarily block the dog’s muzzle
if he continued.

Desperate to prevent herself from prematurely ending her savage
pleasure, she pulled her knees against her breasts and hugged the calves of her legs, her
muscles stretching agonizingly.

As the dog sucked and caressed, she rocked back and forth.
"EEYAGHHH! YAIGHHHH!"
She gulped frantically and her body thrashed in the grip of a powerful orgasm.

The dog
rested his forepaws on the taut backs of her thighs to steady her heaving ass, and his
muzzle remained firmly attached to her clitoris.

Through the haze of her helpless
spasms, she realized she could tolerate no more of the violent sensations.

But in the
instant of her realization, the big dog released her tortured clit and began again to lap
at her cuntlips.
Her orgasm subsided to a level she could endure, and she grabbed her ankles and
assumed the widespread posture she had used before.

The dog’s tongue dipped to her
cuntmouth and scoured the gaping rim.

She breathed in heavy, panting sobs of delight
while her hips leaped.
And as her second orgasm exploded within her cunt, Betty woke up.

She didn’t know if
it was her dreamlike ecstasy that had gotten her up or whether it was her pet basset
hound, Shad, who was so glad to see her that he was joyfully licking her face.
Betty was at first startled, having forgotten that her favorite pet was taken care of in the
day by the manager of the apartment building and that he had been put back in her
apartment while she had been asleep.
"Hi, Shad," Betty welcomed heartily.

"God, how I’ve missed you." She grabbed his
jowly cheeks and kissed him on the muzzle.

"If only you had known what I’ve been
through."
Then Betty remembered the dream that she had just had – the big German Shepherd’s
tongue reaming out her cunt.

She reached beneath her nightgown and ran her fingers

over her cuntlips – they were wet and moist.
Shad turned his head, uplifting his nose and sniffing the air.
Betty knew what Shad was smelling – the odor of her hot cunt.

He had embarrassed
her before when she had been roused from her sleep by Shad’s sniffing nose around her
crotch.
Betty smiled, and her legs parted.

She wondered how far Shad would go if, this time,
she didn’t push his head away from her heated loins.
Shad sniffed at her belly, then his nose nudged away the hem of her nighty.
She looked at Shad’s prick.

It was still sheathed.

A week ago she would have forced
Shad’s head away from her thighs, but now, as she watched him forage through the
forest of her pubic hair, she knew she wanted Shad to lick her cunt, to give her the
same kind of orgasm that she had dreamed about only minutes before.
Shad became overeager.

The tip of his tongue repeatedly slipped through the winking
opening of Betty’s cunt to jolt her with a teasing fullness, and she mumbled
incoherently.

She opened her mouth wide and gazed unblinkingly when the long
tongue snaked into her cunt and started scooping wetness from the inside walls.
"Don’t-do-that-don’t-do-that-don’t-do-that!" she whimpered in an unbroken stream.
The dog seemed to be licking her internal organs.

But the more deeply he probed, the
harder his tongue felt where her cuntmouth clamped on it.

And each time he
transferred a tongue full of the oozing fluid to his mouth and returned for more, the
effect was a weird, delicious kind of fucking.
Betty’s orgasm came with a blast of incredible pleasure, her cunt contracting in slow,

powerful waves and her body tensing to the rhythm.
When Shad extracted his tongue, she pleaded with him.

"Don’t stop! Not now, Shad!
Oh, God, don’t stop now!"
His forepaws still rested on her widespread thighs, their pressure the only stimulus she
could concentrate on while her orgasm continued.
"Oh, please! Please, Shad, do it some more! Aiiggh!"
She felt one of his paws lift from her thigh, then she was dimly aware of the fact that he
had set it on one side of her waist.

A moment later, he moved his other paw to the
other side of her waist.

He clasped them to her in a manner that seemed a little like a
man seizing her waist in his hands.

She felt something dancing over the soft
membranes that surrounded her cunt and began pleading again.
"Please, Shad! Lick! Stick your tongue in!"
The dancing point of his tongue settled in the opening of her cunt and began to bore
inward.
"AHHHHH! GOOOOOD! YYYWEESSSS!"
As her cunt began to stretch to receive the wedging action, she sensed that Shad was no
longer using his tongue.

She brought her gaze down to his head and saw the open
mouth and lolling tongue inches above her breasts.

She stared unbelievingly, still
shaking in the grip of her climax and jerking furiously in response to the delirious
pleasure of the entering object.
"SHAD!" she gasped.

"SHAD! UNHHH! YOU’RE…

YOU’RE FUCKING ME!"

There was no mistaking the thickness or hardness of the rigid dog-cock that was sliding
rapidly into her cunt.

Nor could she overcome her body’s response to the entering
prick.

She clutched her ankles fiercely and forced them further apart while the heavy
cock surged in rapid, hard thrusts.

The pointed cockhead plowed the length of her cunt,
and she felt the inner end stretching to accommodate the cock’s entire length.
When she was already becoming alarmed at the fantastic penetration, she felt a fat, hard
bulge pressing at her cuntmouth.

"Oh shit!" she whispered.

"What’s that!"
Shad thrust brutally at her, driving the enormous knob in as if it were a blunt wedge,
and she felt it pop past the lips of her cunt.
"Ohhh! Ahhh!" She exhaled with a shudder.
The sheath of Shad’s cock bore against her raw cunt, its stiff bristles stabbing her
viciously.

The great dog jerked at her with his forepaws, banging her against the base of
his cock as his rump pounded his cock deeper.
Wild-eyed and terribly frightened, Betty let go of her ankles and grabbed Shad’s ruff.
"Dear God, Betty!" she exclaimed to herself.

"You’ve gone too far! You’re really getting
fucked now, and it’s nobody’s fault but your own." Her voice broke in a jerky sob.
The long cock jerked back and forth in her, the strange knob at the base blasting the
inside of her cunt with every stroke.

She trembled and clasped her thighs against Shad’s
flanks.
As if he needed to reorganize after such an incredibly easy victory, Shad paused for a
moment.

He clasped her waist firmly with his forepaws and let his chest rest heavily on
her belly.

He stopped at the inward end of a stroke, cock fully buried and sheath seated
tightly on the soft outer tissues of her cunt.

The hot, muscular flesh of his belly rode

hard on her mound and against the tender smoothness of her thighs.
She clutched at his forelegs, conscious of their strength, and reduced the strain in her
legs by wrapping them around his body and locking her ankles over his back.
The bulging hardness of the great dog’s cock maintained an unyielding, continuous
force inside her cunt and the long, rigid dick continued to produce stretching sensations
in the barrel of her vagina.

She felt a tickling at her ass from the stiff hairs of his balls
and scratchy warmth over the entire area of her pussy and thighs from his thick, soft
coat.
The overwhelming feeling that beat at her awareness was that combination of elements
that added up to gross, brute intimacy.

The heat and size of his cock generated a
continuously welling storm of excitement in her, even while he leaned motionless in the
cradle of her legs.

She tormented herself deliberately with the certainty that she was
totally helpless in his grasp.

His strength was so much greater than hers that no
leverage available to her would enable her to overcome the grip he had on her waist.
And the cock that impaled her was so deeply embedded and so rigid that no sideward
movement could conceivably dislodge it.
Betty admitted her feelings aloud to Shad.

"Oh, you lovable bastard!" she crooned.

"You
know where you’ve got me, don’t you! Look at me, for Christ’s sake! Me flat on my
back with my legs wrapped around a big, hairy dog who’s got his pecker stuck clear in
to his balls in MY CUNT! And I can’t do a Goddamn thing about it!"
Shad whimpered contentedly and lapped at one of her nipples.

She tightened her grip
on his forelegs reflexively and groaned.
"And you know what? Know what, you son of a bitch? I don’t WANT to do a
Goddamn thing about it, except enjoy every second of it! You’re going to fuck me,

aren’t you.

You’re going to fuck me, and I’ll bet I come three times before you do once!
I’m going to pound my cunt against your belly and come and come and come! And
your cock is going to keep poking until you fill me up with your jism and I yell for
more! I’m a lewd, unspeakable slut, letting an animal fuck me…

AND I LOVE IT!
FUCK ME, SHAD! GO AHEAD AND FUCK!"
She jerked with her legs driving her cunt onto the base of the hard cock and grinding
bristling hairs into her quivering membranes.

Shad grinned, panting, and began to fuck
her.

His haunches bunched and thrust, while her feet bounced on his back and her
knees jerked.

Her cunt burned from the savage friction.

Waves of lust swept her, each
leaving her gasping and giddy.

She felt as if she were in a delirium of pleasure.

She had
abandoned all the subtle shades of emotion she would have shared with a human male;
her entire consciousness was focused on physical sensation and the delightful defiance
of convention.
"FUCK HARD!" she hissed violently.

"RAM IT! RAM ME, SHAD!"
Her back perspired heavily, and she felt sweat trickling off her sides.

Her skin stuck to
the pad so that she felt herself sliding back and forth as Shad pumped at her.

The long
masses of hair under Shad’s shoulders brushed her nipples as her tits surged, and she
watched strings of his saliva that hung between his tongue and her chest.
Shad’s thrusts were smoothly rhythmic-hard, even spaced jabs that hurt delightfully as
they battered her.

With each thrust of his cock, his forepaws swept her under him
violently and abruptly.

At the end of the stroke, they merely relaxed briefly, rather than
returning her to her original position, and she slowly recognized the fact that less and
less of her ass was supported by the bed.
"Shad!" she panted.

"You’re going to pull me off the bed!" Her visual image of the

results overwhelmed her.

"Good God, no!" she exclaimed.
Reluctantly, she released the grip of her thighs on the hard body and spread her feet to
brace them against the corner posts of the bed.

Pushing as hard as she could and
twisting her body from side to side, she wriggled back onto the bed without
interrupting the mechanical pumping of the big dog’s cock.

With a sigh of happy
excitement, she clasped her thighs to his sides again and hooked her heels at his rump.
"Ohhh, fuck, you lovely beast!" she crooned to him.

"Just keep on fucking, love! Hard,
hard, hard!" Then, with a wild note of triumph, "I told you…

so! I…

I’m going to…
COME! NOW – NOW – NOW!"
Spasmodic contractions tightened her cunt-mouth rhythmically on the base of his cock
and traveled inward along her barrel in a close-spaced train of waves.

She squeezed with
her thighs and let go of his forelegs to clutch at his shoulders.

Hugging him fiercely,
she pulled her upper body to him and buried her tits in his fur.

His muzzle rested at
the hollow of her throat, the great, wet tongue lapping erratically while her body jerked
convulsively with pleasure and explosive release.
The intensity of her spasms subsided after the first wild interval, but as Shad continued
to fuck without a change or break in his rhythm, they kept grabbing her weakly and
failed to bring the muscular relaxation her orgasms normally did.

Her sensitivity
seemed to have undergone a remarkable increase, and the friction in her cuntmouth
was a flaming throb that threatened to drive her into hysteria.
She was instantly aware of the difference in Shad’s behavior when it occurred.

His
thrusts grew shorter and faster and he stopped the powerful, involuntary jerks with his
forepaws.

Instead of jerking at her, he seemed to be trying to force her even further
onto his cock, tugging and straining without interruption, until her skin burned and

she expected to find it torn and bleeding.

His haunches vibrated fiercely; his cock
buzzed in her cunt.

A new level of sensations washed hotly through her, eclipsing those
she had already experienced, and her orgasm exploded again.
Shad began to groan.

His eyes closed and he appeared to clamp his jaws together, only
the tip of his tongue showing.

In the desperate intensity of her tremors, Betty squeezed
him with the full strength of her legs, her thighs molding themselves to the contours of
his hard, lean sides.
She realized suddenly that she was not going to last out his prolonged climax.

Her
convulsive contractions had again dwindled and the orgasmic strength with which she
had clasped his body with her thighs seemed abruptly to fail her.

With a frightened
whimper, she felt her muscles relax.

Her legs slipped away from Shad’s vibrating
haunches and extended loosely, her heels falling to the floor and her knees
straightening.
The dog’s weight rested on her pelvis and pressed her ass firmly against the edge of the
bed.

The force of his paws pulled her waist upward, arching the small of her back and
crushing her belly against his chest.

Even her fingers lost their grips so that her arms
fell limply at her sides.

She turned her face aside while the powerful brute finished
fucking her.
When his fierce vibrations died down, she was aware of the pooled heat in the core of
her belly and waited for his cock to soften and withdraw.

But the enormous knot that
filled the throat of her cunt seemed to lose none of its size or hardness, and when Shad
tugged at it she felt no resulting movement of his cock.
"Oh God!" she whispered shakily.

"No, Shad! Oh, no! Are we stuck together?"
The notion horrified her.

Grotesque as the idea of letting a dog fuck her would have

seemed, she had gloried in the strange sensation when it had become a reality.

But she
felt a tremendous surge of desolation at the notion of being subjected to the indignity of
being unwillingly coupled to him when he wanted only to be free from the clutches of
her tightening cuntmouth.
After his first unsuccessful effort to pull his cock loose, Shad grunted and sagged
against her.

She struggled to arouse herself, knowing that his patience would grow
shorter as his strength returned.

With desperation born of fear, she raised her legs and
managed to rest the sole of each foot on the bedposts.

She worked herself backward
until the firmly coupled cock stopped her.

She whimpered as she braced herself for
Shad’s eventual serious tugging.
When he did begin again to pull at her, she cried out and swung her head from side to
side.

She had imagined herself beyond the danger of further sexual excitement; to her
chagrin, she discovered that the awful pressure against the inner side of her cunt
flooded her with deep new waves of pleasure.
"Holy Jesus!" she moaned.

"Goddamn you, Shad, you’re getting me all excited again!
Unhhh! UNNNHH! I’m going to come again when you aren’t doing anything but
trying to get your cock back in one piece! UNNNNHHH!"
His struggles intensified.

Betty’s legs trembled and she felt the beginning of cramps in
her strained thighs.
"Ohhh, you son of a bitch!" she whispered.

"I can’t do it!"
Her tortured legs collapsed, too widespread to cope with the forces Shad imposed.

She
felt her butt sliding off the edge of the bed and groaned resignedly, wrapping her legs
around Shad’s body again to save herself from being torn apart by being suspended on
the brutal cock.

She had to twist violently when Shad dropped his forepaws to the floor,

pinning her shoulders to the bed by his chest.

She managed to work herself off the bed
so that she hung from him by her tightly clamped legs, her shoulders and arms resting
on the carpeted floor.
The grip of her legs reduced the force of his erratic jerks but didn’t eliminate it.

Her
excitement continued to grow, reinforced by the intensity of her sense of the indignity
in the situation.

Shad seemed to understand what was happening and to be concerned
over her reaction.

He lowered his head repeatedly to give her face an apologetic licking.
But his desire to free his cock appeared to exercise priority over whatever other
sentiments he might have, and he became increasingly energetic in his attempts.

He
dragged Betty, and more than once she had to struggle to prevent him from planting
his paw on her chest to pin her down while trying to wrench himself loose.
She shivered with terror as she wondered how long it must take for such an awesome
growth to subside when it was continually irritated by the pressure of a tortured
cuntmouth.

Her excitement had risen to violent heights again and she discovered that
her legs were rhythmically jerking her cunt against the base of Shad’s cock.

To her
shame and simultaneous fierce joy, she knew she was fucking the exhausted dog.
"How do you like this?" she demanded thickly.

"Huh? How do you like getting fucked
when you’re all worn out? Shows who’s got more sex, doesn’t it!"
Her orgasm came quickly and savagely, the contractions of her pussy hitting her like a
rapid series of hammer blows.

Once more, she could feel the entire length of the brute’s
cock inside her belly, the tightening spasms of her cunt lovingly caressed the entrapped
cock.

She clenched her fists and rolled her head from side to side to bite at the sheets.
Her tits jumped to the contractions of her belly muscles and she could see the shadow
of her feet as, ankles locked, they pumped back and forth over Shad’s back.

As her spasms eased, she felt her cuntmouth slipping by degrees on the monstrous
knot.

Weak hope began to warm her and she stared at the big dog’s face to see if he
realized they were beginning to come apart.

Shad whined gently and worked his
haunches; there seemed to be no doubt that he was aware of the improving situation.
Once the unlocking had started, it accelerated rapidly.

Her cuntmouth released its grasp
on the shrinking knob and permitted her to slide down the still-firm cock.

Her butt
landed in the carpet while she still had more than an inch of the long cock inside her.
Shad jerked backward and his cockhead popped free of her aching cunt.

She let herself
sprawl obscenely, too far depleted of energy to care what she looked like.
"Shad," she mumbled in a low tone, "you fuck harder than any human I’ve ever balled."

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THE DOG’S GIRL – Dog Sex Story – Chapter 9

THE DOG’S GIRL – Dog Sex Story – Chapter 9

Willy was going to protest, but Betty couldn’t tell if it was because he wanted to fuck
her, or because he wanted his money and not Joey’s neurotic games.
Betty almost collapsed again as they were tying her hands above her head.

Shorty
pulled, obviously unaware of how strong he was, for he pulled her clear off the ground
so that she was hanging by her tender wrists.
"Let her down a little," said Joey.

"We only want to see fear in her eyes, we don’t want
to hurt her."
Shorty let the rope slip through his hands, lowering Betty so that her tiptoes were
touching the floor, taking some of her weight off the wrists.
Joey moved up to her and grabbed one of her bobbing breasts, squeezing it and
sneering at her face.

Cupping her tit in his hand, he sucked one of her flat nipples into
his mouth.

Betty was so enraged that she pulled herself up on her arms and tried to
kick him in the balls, but the angle was wrong and the rope dug deeper into her wrists.
"She still has a lot of spunk left in her," Joey said.

"And you wouldn’t think it by the
way she’s been coming all day."
Bud tried to break loose from Fingers and get to Joey, but he was held too securely.
"You get at her ass, Fingers, and this one will fuck her in the cunt." Shorty moved over
and grabbed Bud as Fingers moved toward Betty.

He put his finger into her anus and
pushed quickly, forcing the muscle to let him in.

Betty jumped and then clenched her
asscheeks around his hand as tightly as she could.

"I think she’s ready for this one, boss," Fingers said.

"She’s real hot and nasty."
Police work was looking more and more as if it wouldn’t be her life’s work as she had
hoped.

And these criminals weren’t doing anything to bolster her confidence in herself.
Fingers moved his naked body next to hers, forcing his prick in between her legs so
that she was riding it like a rail.

Hanging helpless like she was, Betty felt terrified and
awful.

She tried clamping her legs hard around Fingers’ cock to try to dissuade him, but
it only heightened his excitement.
"Help me!" Betty whimpered, breaking into tears for the first time since she was
kidnapped.

Bud still struggled, but Shorty was much stronger and had no problem
restraining him.
The cock between her legs slid back and forth, becoming wet on her juicy cunt.

Fingers’
cock found its way into her asshole, insinuating itself so that the glans entered the tight
sphincter.
"Gllaaaggghhh!" Betty whimpered again, feeling the steaming pressure of anal
penetration.
"Hold still, sweetheart," Fingers said.

"And you won’t get hurt when I stick this in your
ass."
Betty couldn’t help herself.

She showed signs of starting to cry.

She stifled it,
suppressing all shame and indignation, and she relaxed her anal muscles.
"Careful!" she begged before Fingers started to move again.
Fingers pushed his big shaft at her, spreading the tender sphincter with the blunt head

of his cock.

Betty squealed, hissing out her excitement through her clenched teeth.

She
moved her hips back, humping onto the prick as best as she could.

But Fingers held her
tits and wrapped one leg around her, making it impossible for her to move.
"Okay," Joey said.

"Get him up here."
Bud dug his heels into the grounds not wanting to participate in this really sick game.
But Shorty still had no problem moving him, the big spade just picked the cop up by
his upper arms and carried him easily over to where Betty was hanging.
"Let her down, God damn you!" Bud muttered, fuming mad.
"If you don’t do what we say," said Joey, "you’ll be hanging up there beside her."
Bud was forced to face Betty and see the tears rolling thickly down one cheek.

He
leaned forward and kissed a tear off her face very gently.
Joey spun him around and slapped his face.

"You’re not supposed to be nice to her," he
said in a bitter tone.

"You’re just supposed to fuck her."
Bud’s face was red from where it was hit, but he hadn’t flinched at all.

Fingers was
looking over at the two with impatience.
"Hurry the fuck up!" Fingers said.

"I’ll come without ever moving my cock if you
don’t."
Betty was smiling at Bud, glad that he had been so gallant for her.

Shorty stood behind
him, waiting for him to put his cock in Betty’s cunt.
Bud grabbed his prick and pumped it a few times with his fingers, getting it hard and

thick for entry.

Betty looked down, straining her shoulders as she tried to get a look at
Bud’s big cock.

She saw the purple-veined shaft in his hand as he rubbed it and placed
it at the softness of her pussy lips.

He pushed in, but was too high and hit her inflamed
clitoris.
"Mmnnnn!" she moaned.
Bud pushed on; his cock followed the crack of her cunt down to the bottom of her
pussy mouth.

He knelt, bending his knees so that his cock pointed straight up at the
opening to Betty’s juicy hole.
He groaned, pushing his mighty member into her with one quick jab.
She could feel the silkiness of his cock sliding up her.

Her pussy had been dry, and Bud
had to pull out a couple of times and push back in before he could move smoothly in
Betty’s cunt.
Betty felt Fingers start to move again, penetrating further up her ass.

She tightened
involuntarily, knowing she shouldn’t because it could only hurt them both.
"Ohhh, GOD!" Fingers yelled.

"You’re going to bust my cock wide open!"
"Do it!" Bud encouraged.
"Mmnnngggg!" Betty whimpered, tightening her anus around his thick meat.
Concentrating more than she thought she ever could, Betty relaxed her clenching
sphincter and the tight muscles in her anal tract.
"Mnnnn!" Fingers sighed, letting his cock slip a little way out of her asshole.

"I sure
thought we were both done for there."

Betty realized that one of the problems was being hung up like this.

It made her
muscles tighter and stronger simply because she was trying to support herself so.

She
knew that she couldn’t let herself tighten up like that again or it might be all over for
her.

Strangely, she didn’t feel afraid, she just felt challenged, and she felt like she could
meet it.
Bud began pumping into her, and Betty could feel his foreskin rolling down around his
cock and choking her channel off.

Then Fingers started to pump in also, the two deep
channels of her body stuffed with prick.

She was filled with passion and a dry, rattling
sound of pleasure escaped from her lips.
Both men started to move at once, keeping perfect time with each other so that her
body was either full of cock, or a vacuum where she wanted cock to be.

She tried
moving herself, but found it next to impossible.
Betty could tell that Bud’s cock was the thicker of the two, but she couldn’t tell whose
was the longest.

She felt a tiny orgasm shake her like a cold shiver.

The two men didn’t
seem to notice, for they were still building up speed.

Poor Betty felt isolated, almost left
out even though they were fucking her.

She knew that what concerned them was how
much better one of them was than the other.

Betty hoped they didn’t ask her, because
they were both good.
She felt the big cocks drive up her channels, bloating her belly out so that she looked
almost pregnant.

She discovered now that she could wiggle a little, forcing their cocks
deeper into her.

She felt Bud’s cock continually hitting her tender cervix while Fingers’
prick was nearing her bowels.
"Help me!" she begged, and the two men stopped, thinking that they had hurt her.
"No! No! Fuck me!" She was becoming delirious, flopping around like a fish.

The two

men looked through her up stretched arms at each other and shrugged their shoulders.
Slowly, slowly they began pumping again, shoving their cocks up the slick channels of
her tender body.

She suddenly felt awake again, having the cocks sliding in and out of
her.

She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling of the pricks digging into the
secrets of her body and coming out sopping wet.
She could feel her clitoris pound against the base of Bud’s cock each time he pushed
into her.

She felt herself being lifted off her toes each time the heads of their turgid
cocks met at the tight, thin wall separating her asshole from her cunt.
"God, her asshole is tight!" Fingers exclaimed.

"My cock is nearly putty already."
"Her cunt too," Bud said.

"And I can feel your cock right through her cunt each time
we drive up into her."
"No shit!" Joey said from the sidelines, panting and looking completely at home with
himself in a situation of such perversity.
Betty’s head was spinning.

She felt the heat and pressure building up again inside her.
Her head was swimming and her teeth chattered with each ramming pump of the two
fuckers who were working on her.

She felt their cocks begin to grow bigger, and her
cunt and rectum stretched out to accommodate them.

She didn’t know how much more
she could stand, but she didn’t want it to stop.
Bud twitched around her, biting her ear and wrapping his arms tightly about her.
Fingers did the same, only taking the other ear and putting his hands over her breasts.
His fingers squeezed her nipples, puckering them to a hardness that she didn’t know
was humanly possible.

The nubbins stuck through his fingers onto Bud’s chest, welding

little spots of excitement where they touched the tense muscles of his body.
Betty was overflowing with rapture before her climax could reach her.

The two cocks
stuffed in her were now deep and still.

She could feel the intensity of their balls
jumping up and hitting the area between her cunt and asshole.

Moaning, she wiggled a
little.
Suddenly the pressure snapped in her womb.

Bud’s cock had broken through and her
orgasm made her instantly weak.

Fingers felt what was happening and pushed his cock
up further also.
Both men started to come.
Betty sensed the fiery surge of Fingers’ spunk shoot into her, scalding her asshole and
squirting out of the tightly clamping sphincter like a leak in a high-pressure line.
Bud spouted his cum into her.

He kept his arms around her and pumped sperm into
her womb, filling the hot cavity with precious fluid and excitement.

Betty’s eyes watered
as she looked at Bud, but she was smiling broadly.
Fingers released his last bit of cum and slid weakly down Betty’s body to the floor.

His
limp cock curling like a snake in his lap.

Bud held onto Betty, trying to hold her weight
off her wrists as well as trying to maintain his own poor balance.
Betty leaned over and kissed him.
"That didn’t work either," said Willy.

"Why don’t we just give up, boss.

She’s learned to
like sex too much, and there ain’t no way in hell that we’re goin’ to make her any
different than she already is."

"Bullshit!" Joey said.
"But, boss, what about our money?"
"Fuck the money!"
"I’d rather fuck the money than fuck her one more time," Willy said in a defiant mood.
"Well," Joey said.

"We’re going to have her fuck the dog."

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THE DOG’S GIRL – Dog Sex Story – Chapter 8

THE DOG’S GIRL – Dog Sex Story – Chapter 8

Betty opened her eyes to see the three men standing by her milking the last few drops
of semen out of their pricks.

She rolled off Shorty and smiled at them.
"Look, boss," Willy said.

"She ain’t been affected a bit by our tryin’ to degrade her.

She
loves it."
Joey looked bewildered and angry at the same time, scratching his head and cussing
under his breath.
"We’ll show them this time," he said.

"We’ll make them give each other rimshots.
That’s a whole lot worse than getting one from a stranger that you might not see
again."
"But, boss," Willy pleaded.

"Ain’t we had enough fun? Let’s get on with the change.

I
want my money."
"You’ll get your Goddamn, fuckin’ money.

Just wait until these two are through."
Joey darted over to Bud and untied and ungagged him.

Bud stood up, looking fighting
mad but the sight of Shorty standing nude and powerful beside him quieted him down
a bit.
"Over here," Joey said, taking Bud by the arm and leading him to the bed where Betty
lay stretched out, naked and somewhat spent.

He threw Bud down on the bed and
stepped back.

"Now I want you two to stick your tongues in each other’s assholes until
you come."
Betty remembered how Shorty had made her come by doing that and she thought, even

though she was tired, that it wouldn’t be much of a task at all.

But she conjured up the
image in her mind of sticking her tongue in someone’s rectum and she felt sick to her
tender, young stomach and had to cover her mouth for a second.
Bud reached over and hugged her gently, helping to soothe some of the terror she felt
at the hands of these criminals.
"Stop that!" Joey demanded.

"Just eat her asshole, don’t play lovey-dovey with her."
Bud carefully turned Betty on to her back and mounted her in the style, putting his
head between her lovely thighs.

Betty looked up and saw his dangling balls.

She
carefully reached up and touched the sac.

She grasped his balls, moving them gently
about with the forefinger of her right hand.
Bud lowered his face slowly to her crotch, sticking out his tongue as he went.

He
brushed his broad tongue across the pubic hair above her clit, and then pushed his
tongue down into the upper folds of her cunt.

Betty lay still beneath him, the only
indication of her rising excitement being that of the increase in her pulse.

She could feel
the blood rushing to her head and her pussy, concentrating in the tight nubbin of her
inflamed clitoris.
Bud pulled back the hood of her clit with the tip of his tongue, careful not to chafe the
tender center of pleasure with the roughness of his tongue.

The gleaming, pink spot
shown like a star in the dark-red shadow of her labia and vulva.

He dipped his head
and sucked the point into his mouth.
"Eat her asshole!" Joey demanded again, becoming more and more irate at their loving
handling of one another.

But Bud just looked over with a defiant glare and turned back
to the tenderness of lovemaking.

She still had his balls in her small hands, but as the tension of clitoral contact increased
the lust in her body, she squeezed his balls hard and massaged them with impassioned
vigor.

She pulled his cock quickly to her face and swallowed the turgid head, savoring
the heady taste of his lubricant.

She had to admit that his cum tasted sweeter than any
she’d had today, even Albert’s.
Bud sucked hard upon her clit as his cock sunk into her mouth.

He swirled it around in
his mouth, flicking the tip every now and then playfully.

He was acting like he had
never eaten a woman out before, and Betty wondered if he had or not.
She dipped her head, pushing his glans flat with the tip of her tongue, feeling the heat
from it fill her mouth.

She suddenly felt self-conscious, being watched while she made
love.

It didn’t matter before because the people hadn’t meant anything to her, but with
Bud it was different.

Bud didn’t seem to mind, being totally engulfed in what he was
doing to her.
She turned her head with her mouth full of cock and looked at Joey.

He knew what she
was feeling.
"Look at that, boys!" he said.

"She’s embarrassed.

She doesn’t like us watching."
She was sorry that she had let him see the shame that was in her eyes.

Now he had
gotten something that he wanted.

She concentrated, sucking deeply on the turgid tool,
trying to get everything else out of her mind but her and Bud.
"Ohhmmmnnn!" she moaned as Bud flicked her clitoris with the tip of his hot tongue,
helping her to forget the depraved spectators standing around them.
Betty took his cock deep, rubbing the fleshy tube with the flat of her tongue, tasting the

delicious flavor of his sweet spunk.

Bud concentrated on Betty, twisting his head in an
attempt to get her clit as deep as he could in his mouth.

Betty thought that he must be
stretching it out to an absurd length the way he was working on it – but it felt great.
She pushed her head down, swallowing the cock so that it passed down into the
opening of her tight, young throat.

She felt the glans expand and watched his asshole
wink.

She choked and pulled the cock out forcefully with her hand, her eyes watering
from the pressure.
After coughing and clearing her throat, she placed the cock back in her hot mouth,
covering it with thick saliva.
Bud had released her clitoris and moved down the magenta folds of her labia to the rim
of her cuntmouth.

Sticking his tongue out further, he ran it around the fleshy edge and
then stuck it in.

Betty could feel her pubic hairs being sucked into his mouth.

Pressing
harder, Bud pushed his lips between the labia, penetrating with his tongue.
Betty pressed down with her mouth.

His cockhead expanded out to a silky smoothness
that she could feel with her tongue.

She scrubbed the tip of his pecker, darting her
tongue into the tiny mouth of the cockhead.
The three men around them were making sighing sounds and watching.

Betty couldn’t
help but notice that they were there.

She wanted to block them out, and tried again to
concentrate.

Even though the sex with Bud was good, she couldn’t.

Hating herself for
not being able to abandon herself to sex the way she had with the others, she plunged
her head down on his prick, almost hurting herself on the huge cock.
Bud continued to eat her, slurping away at her hairy tunnel with his darting tongue.
Betty felt the heat rise in her cunt, soaring to the burning point.

Choking again, Betty swallowed his cock, letting the contractions of her throat pull the
member into the tightness of her throat.

She was letting herself go now, abandoning all
worry or shame, thinking only about the pleasure she and Bud were giving each other.
Bud put is arms around her thighs and spread them wider, opening up the juiciness of
her velvety twat.

He lapped at her cunt like a dog, broad strokes of his tongue picking
up all of the juices which had formed there.

Betty felt depraved; and she liked it.

The
feeling of the tongue crossing her twat sent tiny sparks of electricity shooting
throughout her tense body.
His tongue darted again into her snapping cuntmouth, caught there by the muscles of
her twat.

Bud moaned, and then began jack hammering his head down at her pussy,
forcing his tongue deeper and deeper into the secret hole.
Betty began picking up speed until she had gained the same rhythm that Bud had on
her cunt.

Then faster and faster they went.
Betty could feel her orgasm moving down her body to the opening of her twat, and
could tell by the jumping of Bud’s balls that he was about to come also.
Suddenly she was lifted into the air by Shorty’s strong arms, pulling her mouth off of
Bud’s cock with an audible pop.
"What in the hell are you doing?" she yelled at Shorty, thrashing and kicking like she
was crazy.
"I told you I wanted to see some rim shots," said Joey.

"And that’s what I mean."
Shorty set Betty back down on the bed, and she climbed back on top of Bud, forcing
down her feelings of shame and embarrassment.

Bud lifted her by the thighs and put

her cunt back over his face, forcing her legs wide apart.

Betty felt the residue of the
incomplete orgasm aching at her crotch.

She wanted release, but she didn’t want to be
degraded any more, so she suppressed the desire and put her face down to the base of
Bud’s huge balls.
"Now ream each other!" Joey demanded.
Betty licked her tongue down the hairy, wrinkled ridge of Bud’s balls while he drew his
tongue up from the rim of her cuntmouth to her anus.

He licked it and then blew on it,
and Betty could feel her sphincter tighten up in response.

She felt her asscheeks
convulsing.
Bud didn’t seem ready to stop licking her sphincter and sending tiny electric thrills up
her spine, so she wet his asshole with her puckered lips and blew.

Bud froze, vibrating
in the wind of excitement as the cool air passed over his ass.
Betty could see the hairiness of his cheeks, and she put her pretty, sensuous mouth on
the dark, rosy hole.

He gained back his composure quickly, and ran his tongue again
down the crack of her ass.

Instead of backing up and blowing, he darted his tongue
toward the clenched sphincter and dug the tip of it in, causing Betty to moan
lasciviously.
She felt her asscheeks clamping around his face, capturing the tongue in her asshole
tightly.

His hot breath shot from his nose, making her relax against her will and
causing his tongue to dig deep into her anus.
She retaliated by sticking her tongue in his ass, prying his cheeks open with her finger
and going as deep as she could before his sphincter reacted and locked her tongue in.
Bud began pumping his tongue in her asshole quickly, softening and relaxing the tight

muscles.

She began doing the same, feeling the softness of the hair on his ass brushing
her cheeks as she went.
Bud began slurping, working like an oil rig pumping into her ass very rapidly and
rhythmically.

Betty tried to emulate him, but found his speed very hard to match.
"Look at them go!" Fingers exclaimed with obvious admiration for the two fucking
figures.
"Ya," said Willy.

"I ain’t never seen no one that hungry before in my life!"
Just then Betty felt her orgasm shoot quickly down her spine and leave her body
through the opening in her cunt, spewing hot cum onto Bud’s neck and chest.
She didn’t want to collapse now, she wanted to satisfy Bud like he had satisfied her.

She
pumped faster and faster, feeling the weakness of her orgasm make her limbs shake and
her head spin.

She wanted to get Bud off.
Suddenly she felt the convulsions of his asshole, slippery and winking around her
darting tongue.

Once.

Twice.

Three times she dug her tongue so deep that she could
feel the cottony tissues of his anal tract.

And Bud was coming.

Buckets of spreading
sperm covered Betty’s chest and shot between her breasts.

She began to slide off him as
she collapsed, slipping her tongue out of his ass, unable to continue any longer.
Bud had a determined grip on her asscheeks, shoving his hips up at her as his cock
pumped out spunk.
"Pull her over here," Joey said.

"Over by the bathroom door."
Willy and Shorty picked up a spent Betty and carried her to the doorway.

"Now string her up by that hook," he said.
Bud was trying to get off the bed as best as he could, but he was weak and unable to
fight the way he wanted to.

Fingers led him over to the door also.
"Now we’re going to have Fingers and that cop both fuck her at the same time, that
should show them."

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THE DOG’S GIRL – Dog Sex Story – Chapter 7

THE DOG’S GIRL – Dog Sex Story – Chapter 7

"Hey, boss," Shorty said.

"He ain’t actin’ at all like you said he would.

He seems to like
it."
"And so does she," said Fingers, smiling broadly from ear to ear.

"No woman’s ever
done that to me before.

Oh, God, it was greeeat!"
"Well, Goddamnit," said Joey, "we’re going to make them feel degraded if it’s the last
thing I do."
"It might be," added Willy, "’cause Albert’s gone.

Did anyone see where he went?"
"He’s just afraid of women," said Joey.

"But check outside, just to see if he’s there."
Shorty got up from beside Bud and ambled out the door.

For the first time since this
awful scene began Betty took a good look at Bud.

Instead of seeing hate in his eyes the
way she had expected to, she saw a warm, gentle sympathy.

His eyes were trying to tell
her something, and she stared at him.

Yes! she said to herself.

He saw Albert leave, and
he knows that Albert’s going for help.

But Betty knew that she was deluding herself by
believing anything so ridiculous.

Why would a criminal try to help the police? She
couldn’t think of a reason.

She sank back into a dark despair.
Shorty came bounding back into the room.

"He ain’t out there, boss," the tall black
man said.
"Don’t bother with him," Joey said.

"He’s so frightened of everything that he would
never go to the police."
"We better get ready for the next exchange," Willy said.

"No, we don’t!" Joey exclaimed.

"First I’m going to see fear and shame permanently in
their eyes."
"But don’t you want to get what’s due you?" asked Willy.
"I’ll get it, don’t worry, I’ll get it!" the leader said.

"But business before pleasure."
The whole room was looking at him with a bewildered gaze, Bud and Betty were
exchanging questioning looks.
"Maybe a big spade getting head from your girl friend will change your tune," said Joey,
leaning over Bud and sneering in his face.

Bud’s expression didn’t change a bit as he
looked cool and calm.
Betty watched as Shorty took off his pants, his great hose of a black cock flopping out
of his pants like a limp fish.

She noted the wrinkled black foreskin that looked like
smoke curling around the covered cockhead.
Shorty moved slowly over to her, pulling back the skin with his forefinger and thumb,
making the cock begin to extend.

She watched as the head emerged from its flabby
folds, becoming taut and hard, but no less black.
As the cock kept stretching out, Betty became frightened.

Though it wasn’t as big as
Albert’s, it looked much more fierce and dangerous – almost deadly.

She swallowed
hesitantly and reached down to untie the bonds still at her feet.

No one moved to stop
her, knowing that she wasn’t going to get away right now.
Betty looked at the black cock approaching her.

She knew she couldn’t leave, and she
just sat there waiting for something awful to happen.

Shorty bounded up on the bed
easily and sat down across her soft breasts.

"You don’t have to sit on her," Joey told Shorty.

"She ain’t goin’ to run away."
Betty closed her eyes and looked away.
"Now get off her, you big lug.

Look how you’re squashing her poor tits."
Shorty looked sort of angry at Joey, but he slipped off, touching the soft, resilient skin
of her abdomen with his large, flat hand.
"Now just lay down and let her do all of the work," Joey said, acting like the
experienced sex instructor.
Not sure what was happening, Betty opened her eyes and watched the big spade lay
down beside her.

He folded his hands behind his head.
"Now you, sweety," Joey directed her.

"You get on your hands and knees and give him
a little head."
Both of the men chuckled; Shorty in his deep bass, and Joey with a high-pitched,
maddening laugh.
Feeling totally degraded, Betty stared at them.

There was nothing she could do.

Joey’s
obvious enjoyment of the situation caused her to hate him almost more than she did
the big spade, though she didn’t let herself show any emotion.
Hauling herself to her knees, her breasts bobbing over Shorty’s thighs, Betty lowered
her head.

Her eyes met the awesome tool before her and she hesitated.

Nothing had
ever seemed so brutal to her in her life, the prick was huge, and the veins stood out on
the sides like drainage tunnels.
She reached forward and wrapped her hand around the expanding prick, feeling it grow

harder and harder in her grasp.

Shorty moaned and pumped his hips up tentatively in
her grip.

She pulled down the smoky foreskin and dipped her head to the silky glans,
scooping out the lubricant that had just formed there.
She backed off and aimed the tool at the opening of her moist, red lips.

She saw his
balls jump as she dropped her face rapidly and took the black silkiness of his glans in
her mouth.

She never imagined that police work would entail degradation like this, and
she almost began to believe the chief and his stories of how women were not cut out for
this type of work.

But she knew she could endure.
She sucked, pulling the hardness of his cock to the back of her tender mouth, feeling
the glans flatten out.

She slipped her hand down to his balls and squeezed, knowing
that to survive this degradation she would have to act as brutal as they were.
"Oh…

baby, baby, do it to me!"
Betty was doing just that.

She felt his balls swell up in her left hand as her right hand
was still encircling the base of his cock.

She squeezed and sucked, feeling the cock
expand and contract to her manipulations.
Her tongue swirling a coating of saliva around the black cockhead, she closed her lips
tight and sucked extra hard on the glans.

Her taste buds were assaulted by the heady
flavor of Shorty’s cock.

Perversion overtook her and she started going wild on the
tremendous cock.
She slurped the big prick out of her mouth and ran her lips down the bottom ridge of
his cock, sucking on it like a flute player.

Shorty was groaning.

His hands reached up
and took hold of her head, holding it still.

Betty wrenched her head free and continued
on down the mighty cock.

She felt the dark, curly hairs tickle her nose as she sucked one of his egg-shaped balls
into her mouth.

She didn’t know how it would feel to him, but they looked so delicious
bobbing there by his dark asscheeks.

She squeezed down on the hard balls with her lips,
tucking her teeth under so she’d not hurt him too much and flicking her tongue against
the tender skin.
"Holy shit!" he cried, throwing his muscular hips up in the air and almost tossing Betty
off him.
Nothing seemed to dissuade her in her lustful quest.

She had only wanted to persevere,
but had turned into the aggressor.

Hungrily she sucked the testicle into her mouth,
slightly choking on it, forcing it further back.
Shorty was nothing but a tense mass of muscles now, vibrating to a rhythm that Betty
dictated with her flicking tongue.

She had control, and she loved it.
Without realizing what had happened, Betty felt Shorty’s fat finger dig into the spread
of her fluffy cuntlips, across her clit and on down to the rim of her juicy cuntmouth.
The electric jolt of penetration almost made her lose control, but she stifled the feeling
in her cunt and concentrated on his prick.
Sucking hard, she took both balls into her tiny mouth which made her cheeks stick out.
She sloshed them around in the hot cavity while stroking his big cock with her right
hand.
Shorty’s hand was working like a jackhammer in her cunt, forcing her unwillingly to
the brink of another orgasm.

She stroked harder on his meat, trying to force him to his
climax before she reached hers.

Shorty suddenly stopped pushing his finger into her
cunt and froze like a huge, black statue.

Cum started spurting out of his cock onto her

hair, and she spit out his balls and moved her mouth to the shaft of his huge cock.

She
could feel the pulsing of his prick as the sperm shot out of the blood-engorged tube of
flesh and splashed onto the side of her face, hot and creamy.
In a moment of deep perversion she slipped her lips over the spouting mouth and
caught the last drops of jism as they exploded out of him.

There was something saltier
and thicker than the other cum she’d had to eat today.

She began hating herself for
liking it so.

She licked around the member, picking up all of the stray spunk.

She even
stuck her tongue out trying to scoop the semen off her cheek.
She felt the cock becoming soft in her hand, and she slipped her mouth around it again,
sucking the flabby folds of foreskin in.

The flaccid cock continued to get more soft until
it was a wrinkled knob of flesh.

She was just about to release the prisoner from her lips
when it began to grow again in her mouth.
"Jesus," Shorty said softly.

"No one’s ever done ‘dat to me."
Betty couldn’t help but be proud of herself for doing this to Shorty.
He reached over and grabbed Betty by the thigh and pulled her ass over to him.

She
was surprised at his strength as he lifted up her ass and legs and placed them over his
face.

She looked back as she moved her head and shoulders over his crotch to a more
comfortable position.

She saw his big, thick lips puckered.

As he put his lips up against
her vulva, she lowered her head to his cock.
"No, honey," he said.

"I’m doin’ you first – then you can do what you want."
Betty lay down across his crotch, feeling his stiff prick pointing at her breasts.

She
squirmed on it, feeling it get harder and pulsing like crazy against her ribs.

Shorty put his mouth against her twat again, sucking the soft folds into his mouth as
his hand stretched out and grabbed her full, luscious tit.

He burrowed his thick, flat
tongue into the slick, silky cuntmouth.
He said, "I sure like fish a lot." She didn’t understand this, but the rest of the room was
convulsed in laughter at Shorty’s joke.

Then she remembered that women were
supposed to taste like fish after sex.

She took a deep whiff of the still air and could smell
it too.
Shorty again burrowed his tongue into her, sending a deliciously decadent sensation up
her spine.

She arched her back and then dropped her ass hard upon his mouth, forcing
the tongue to go even deeper than it had been before.
She squirmed and moved as the fire in her belly began to grow from the passion of the
scene.

She didn’t want to come without making him come too, but she knew that he
had just had an orgasm and he wouldn’t be ready, no matter how much she sucked or
pulled, for a couple of minutes at least.
Shorty pressed his nose down on her clit as he dug his fat tongue into the tenderness of
her pussy as she ground her chest down on his hard prick.

She wanted to reach down
and take the cock into her hungry mouth, but the hand he had on her tit was in her
way.

He pulled up her legs to spread her cunt wider, and then dug his tongue in again.
She could feel him probing the soft tissues of her vaginal tract as his tongue darted
around inside like a snake.
He inhaled and pulled her clitoris into one of his broad nostrils, causing the nubbin to
expand and extend noticeably.

She squirmed down on the eating mouth of the Negro,
feeling intense pleasure from his darting, digging tongue.

"Ohhhmmmnn!" she whispered hoarsely.

"Eat me! Oh, God, eat me! Eat me!" she
moaned.
Shorty began to twist his head wildly, trying to do the impossible and lose his head
completely in her cunt.

Her maw was open and he had his lips and tongue both shoved
beyond the rim of her cuntmouth.

Betty thought that she was going to die from the
pleasure of it.

Her preconceived ideas of sex were being demolished right and left, each
time she had sex.

Her desire for it grew each time the sensation of it grew inside her.
Shorty stopped suddenly, just as Betty thought that she was about to come.

He smacked
his lips.

Betty was about to protest, when he suddenly put his mouth over her rectum
and dug his tongue into the tight rose of her sphincter.
"OOOHHHGGGNN!" she yelled.
"She likes that," Joey said.

Betty looked up at him and saw that he liked it too.

He was
standing right over her, beating off.

"Come on, boys," he said to Fingers and Willy.
"Let’s beat off on her while he eats her out."
"Sure!" they said in unison as they stripped off their pants.
Betty watched as the three men moved up beside the bed and stood in a row by her.
Suddenly she felt her cum spill out in a torrent of ecstasy.

Shorty moved his tongue
from her asshole to lap up the spewing cum.

The men standing around seemed a little
disappointed because they had just started to jerk off, and weren’t ready to come.
Shorty seemed undaunted, though, putting his hungry tongue back up the slit of her
cunt, past the heady rim of her pussy lips to her gleaming winking asshole.
Again he dug in, forcing open the sphincter without any regard to Betty’s needs or

desires.

She was so sexually exhausted that she couldn’t complain, and she really didn’t
want to.

She was so weak that another orgasm washed through her spent body before
she knew it, the cum spilling out of her cunt onto his neck and chest.
She reached under him, still weak from her orgasm, and grabbed his huge black meat.
She felt the silkiness of his cock rub across her full tits, touching the tip of one nipple,
and puckering it to a tight knot of pleasure.
She rubbed the hard shaft around her face lovingly, as if it were a special pet, feeling
the hardness of it against the softness of her young face.

She sucked gently at the
foreskin while Shorty continued to dig his sharp tongue into her asshole, spreading the
sphincter.
"Mnnnn!" she moaned, no longer feeling the heat of her intense orgasm, but in its
place a warmness that only told of pleasure and quiet emotion.
Shorty took her two asscheeks in his hands and spread them wide, opening her asshole
even wider than she had thought possible.

He then stuck his thumb in alongside the
tongue, squirming it into her anal tract.
Betty wanted to scream with pleasure, but she already had her mouth over the tepid
cock and was sucking hard, making it possible only to moan deeply about the turgid
prick.

The vibrations from her mouth sent Shorty into wild thrashings of ecstasy,
bucking and bouncing like a wild man.

He finally had to gab her ass again to hold
himself steady as he dug his hard tongue again into her open cunt, his nose pressing
against the perky sphincter of her asshole.
Betty stopped humming and swallowed deep, surprised that the silky glans passed
through her tight throat-opening.

She gagged, unprepared for the deepness of

penetration, only to draw the stiff cock slightly deeper.

She panicked and swallowed
some more, tasting the bitter-sweetness of his lubricant as she started to gain control of
herself.
Breathing through her nose, Betty felt the tight curls of his black pubic hair tickling her
strained lips.

The base of his cock was even thicker than the rest of the shaft, and her
mouth would barely stretch wide enough to accommodate the absurd width of his giant
cock.
She kept on sucking, though, stimulated by her desire to eat as much of it as she could,
and by the heavy-lipped mouth at her twat.

Finally her nose entangled with the foliage
at the base of the timberlike cock.
"Jesus Christ!" Shorty exclaimed.

"I ain’t never had no one eat all of my cock before."
She now started sucking, leaving the cock in as far as it was.

She rubbed her tongue
along the top, biting down gently with her teeth on the bottom of the shaft.

Shorty
moaned, a mass of tense black muscle.
Betty could hear the slap-slap of the other three beating off by her, but they sounded
distant, like the sound of primitive drums.

Even that spurred her on.
Shorty reached up and wrapped his arms around her lithe body, pulling her weight
onto him.

She started to pump with her mouth now.

She felt the glans slip out, and
then dropped her head again, impaling her tender mouth even further onto the
awesome member.
Soon she was coming herself, spewing new spunk all over Shorty.

But he still hadn’t
reached his orgasm, though Betty could tell by the way his balls were jumping that it
wouldn’t be long.

She was becoming weak from her climax.

She didn’t know if she

could last out until he spouted.
Suddenly she felt the telltale pulsations of his tube of hard flesh, and the marked
change in his breathing – she knew that his orgasm was overtaking him.
Hot shots of spunk filled her mouth.

She squeezed and tried to swallow as fast as her
lovely mouth could.
Just then she felt hot globs land on her back.

The three men beside her were coming all
over her.

Sperm was covering her back and flowing down her sides onto Shorty.
She felt warm and strange in her blanket of sperm, but she didn’t seem to mind it as
much as she thought she should.

She continued to swallow Shorty’s cum until she was
too weak.
She collapsed, letting the cum roll out of the side of her mouth as the thick, black cock
grew soft and spongy in her tired mouth.

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THE DOG’S GIRL – Dog Sex Story – Chapter 6

THE DOG’S GIRL – Dog Sex Story – Chapter 6

Betty had never been so frightened in her short life.

Joey had been there so
unexpectedly.

She assumed a karate stance, as if to protect herself.

"You’re a real
fighter," Joey said with a cynical smile as he pushed Buddy at her.

"Here, fight him."
Buddy was pushed at her so fast that she grabbed onto him, and they both fell to the
floor.

Everyone in the room began laughing at them as they scrambled to get free.
Buddy’s hands were tied behind his back, which made it much more difficult to get
untangled.
"I see you tied up Albert securely," Joey said sarcastically.

"But how did you get free?"
"I got free by myself, you sadistic pervert," she said bitterly.

"Then he came in and I
had to tie him up and take his clothes."
"Well, you can give his clothes right back to him.

Now!" said the ringleader of the
gang.
Betty began taking off her coverings, looking at Buddy with sad eyes.

They began
communicating immediately, without words.

Betty felt the soft pressure of his affection
for her as she had to strip for these other men.
"Well look at that," said the perceptive Willy.

"They know each other."
"I’ll be damned," Joey said.

"I guess the police department isn’t as big as we thought it
was."
"We went to school together," Buddy said.

"Cadet school."
"It looks like you’re closer than that," said Willy, arching his eyebrows in disbelief.

"No we’re not!" Betty stated emphatically.
They had untied Albert and given him the shirt that Betty had taken off.

She felt naked
without a top, but tried not to show any embarrassment at the fact.

She knew she
would feel even more naked without her pants.

She looked around at all of the people
in the room; they sat like vultures waiting for her pants to fall.

Even Buddy had a
glimmer of anticipation at the prospect of seeing her furry cunt.
Without further ado, Betty let the slacks fall, the gleaming whiteness of her thighs
flashing into view.

Everyone sighed when they saw the lovely patch of pubic hair and
Betty felt a little like she was on exhibition at a carnival or vaudeville show.
"Look at that twat!" exclaimed Fingers, shaking his hand as if he had just grabbed
something hot.
"Ya!" said Joey and Willy and Shorty all together.
"Maybe these two do care for each other," Joey said.

"I bet we can find out."
"But what about the exchange we were going to do again?" said Willy.
"After the way the police tried to double-cross us with this cop as a phony decoy, I
don’t think I will exchange.

This lady here might be more fun than having our money."
"But you tried to pull a fast one, too," said Buddy.

"That fucking stuffed clothing isn’t
hardly Betty…

I mean Officer Brady."
"You’re on a first-name basis with this beautiful cop, huh?" said Joey.

"Well, I’m just
mean enough to do things to her in front of you that ought to make the next exchange
a real one.

Because you aren’t hardly worth a stuffed dummy."

The rest of the men laughed heartily at his joke until Joey held up his hand, signaling
them to stop.
Betty was afraid now, really afraid.

She had no idea what Joey intended to do, but she
knew that it wouldn’t be as kind as what she’d done with Albert.
"It’s you and me," Joey said to Willy.

"We’re goin’ to have us some fun."
Betty looked over at Bud and saw him struggling against his restraints.

It was no use,
and they both knew it; he was tied far too securely for him to get free.

And besides,
Shorty was standing right over him, ready to lay him low if he tried anything funny.
"Okay, Willy, pull her over to the bed."
The round man took Betty by the wrist and began tugging on her arm, moving her
toward the bare bed.

She wanted to scream, or fight, but she knew that it would be a
waste of her energy.

But she still planted her feet securely on the floor, and Willy had
to pull extra hard to get her to the bed.
"Now what?" said Willy, holding Betty with his brutal, plump hand.
"Throw her onto the bed," said Joey.
Betty shook her wrist free and climbed on herself, looking as deviant as she could.

She
saw Joey take off his shirt and pants, remembering the bitter taste of his cum that he
had made her swallow.

What will he do to me now? she thought.
Willy began taking off his clothes also, keeping a wary eye out for any false move from
Betty.

As his shirt came off, she was amazed to see that he wasn’t as fat as he looked
with them on.

His chubbiness was mostly muscle packed into a short frame.

She even

saw ridges on his stomach where she expected to see a pot belly.
"You get on the bottom," Joey said as soon as he had his clothes all the way off.

His
sinister eyes and dark smile told Betty that something malevolent was going to happen
to her.
Willy grabbed Betty by the shoulders and swung onto the bed, pulling her on top of
him.
"Stop it!" Bud yelled.
Joey turned slowly toward his other captive, and then spoke to Shorty.

"Gag him, and if
he tries to make another sound then shut him up any way you want to." The big spade
rubbed his hands together and looked completely ready and willing to do what his boss
said.
Betty was still trying to squirm off Willy, but his strong arms held her on top of him.
She could feel his prick starting to rise up between her legs, pulsing hotly as it
expanded past her asshole.

Her cuntlips had been spread, and they were kissing his fat
cock.

Much to her dismay she was beginning to get hot herself.

The blood of
excitement was rushing to her head and she felt her cunt involuntarily clamping itself
spasmodically against the thick prick.
"She’s ready for us," Willy said with a smile.

"I can feel her twat twitching around my
cock."
"Good," said Joey.

"You stick your cock in her while I go and hunt up some cream."
Just then Betty knew what degrading thing they were about to do to her.

Two at the
same time, she thought with a grimace.

They’re going to kill me that way.

Willy was moving under her now, reaching down to his cock.

She tried to squash her
body up against his to thwart his effort, but he was too strong for her.

His hand first
stopped at her cunt, one fat finger slipping up her slit and tickling her reddened clitoris.
She buckled, pulling herself away from his hand, even though it felt good.

She had
pulled away because she was ashamed that it felt so good.
Willy then grabbed his prick and rubbed it.

Betty could feel his arm working along her
thigh, and was even ashamed that that felt good.

She could feel the warmth running up
her leg to her cunt.

Suddenly she felt the tepid head of his cock pushed up against her
glistening cuntlips.
A deep groan came from across the room, and Betty knew that it came from her fellow
rookie.

Shame and disgust welled up in her, knowing that Joey had been right in trying
to unnerve them both by this trick.
She saw Joey enter the room just as the bulbous, purple head of Willy’s huge cock was
stuffed quickly between her labia.
"Ohhhhnnnngg!" she moaned, trying not to let it sound as good as it felt.

The prick
was pushed up into the silky channels of her soft cunt.

His cock wasn’t as big as
Albert’s, but the expanding width of it fit snugly into her tight twat.

She held her
breath and felt him ram his hips once more with a powerful grunt, jamming the silky,
stiff cock up to the hilt in her cunt.
"Now hold her still," said Joey.

"I’m going to climb on." He moved up between both
Willy’s and Betty’s spread legs and placed a glob of chilling cream on the flower of her
asshole.

Betty’s ass twitched and convulsed as he spread it around and then stuck one
finger into her ass.

"Ohhh…

GOD…

NO!" she screamed.

Albert had been so gentle when doing her ass
that it felt good, but Joey just stuffed his finger as fast as he could into her.
"Hold still!" Joey demanded, extracting his finger and holding her asscheeks open.

He
then put his thumb slowly into her rectum and forced the sphincter open again.
Betty moaned, not daring to move for fear of being injured.

Joey began to pump in and
out of her ass with his thumb, oblivious to her having any feeling there at all.

The
thumb dug into her open asshole.

Faster and faster Joey went, until Betty could hardly
feel anything but her swelling ass.
"She’s coming," yelled Willy.

"She’s coming all around my cock."
Betty knew what he was saying was true as she felt her insides melt and flow out of her
cunt in a torrent of passion.

Shame washed her body at the same time.

She wished
Willy hadn’t yelled it out so that she could have kept a little self-respect in front of Bud,
but now it was impossible; he knew how depraved she was.
"D’you like that?" Joey asked, turning to the tied and gagged Bud, who was struggling
ferociously against his ropes.

Bud was obviously as mad as a hornet and struggling like
the devil.

Shorty reached over and knocked him on the head with his fist.

Bud looked
stunned and quieted down for a second.
Joey withdrew his thumb from her asshole and Betty felt cold air rush into the opening,
chilling her and making her shudder.
Willy began moving his cock inside of her, sliding the fat prick in and out like he
couldn’t help himself.
"Stop!" said Joey.

"Let me get into her first, and then you can fuck her all you want to."

"Look boss," said hilly, "if you don’t hurry up, I’m going to come without ever getting
to pump into her juicy cunt."
"Hold onto your balls for a second," said the leader.

"I’ll be right with you."
Betty felt the man at her back put his hands on her shoulders and position himself over
her.

She could feel his hands, and she didn’t know where his cock was.

Joey moved
suddenly on top of her and pushed his soft, spongy cockhead against the entrance to
her ass.
"Be careful! Good God! Please be careful!" she pleaded with heart-rending sincerity.
"Just hold still," said Joey, "and no one will be hurt."
He barely began pushing the brutal length of his prick into her ass before she felt the
chilling sensation of anal penetration and let out a howl.
Joey backed off and slapped her hard across her ass, leaving a hand print where he hit.
"Now shut up," he warned.

"Or you’ll really be hurt."
She relaxed, much against her wishes, and felt the prick insinuated again at her asshole.
Joey leaned down over her and breathed heavily in her ear as his cock began digging
into her asshole.

She felt the muscles tense all over the front of his body as he lay
against her.

Willy, below her, was trying to relax, but he found himself twitching and
pumping ever so slightly with his large, muscular hips.
Betty wished she could forget she was being degraded, but try as she might the thick
cock in her ass wouldn’t let her forget.

She wanted to scream for Joey to stop as the
silky glans oft his turgid cockhead began pushing up her ass, but she had lost her voice.

"Hold on to her!" said Joey with a grunt, "’Cause here I go!"
Betty felt Willy’s strong arms encircle her as Joey’s cock spread the sphincter to its
fullest and plowed on toward the vital organs in her ass.

The chamber of her ass
expanded to make room for the searing prick as it plunged in.
"Holy shit!" she yelled.
"Calm down!" said Joey, earnestly trying to soothe her.
Betty just panted and lay there with his cock stuck halfway up her tender ass.

Soon she
began to adjust to it, but it was by force of will and nothing else.

She could feel the two
cocks stuck in her two holes as they rubbed against each other.

She held her breath,
waiting for the extremely crowded feeling to subside, but it didn’t.
As soon as Joey began to move again, fear struck the pit of her heart.

She imagined
herself being torn apart from the pressure of the sliding, thick cocks, and all of the
muscles in her little body tightened.
"Relax, honey," said Willy below her.

"We’re goin’ to fuck you, and that’s for sure, so
you might as well relax and like it."
"Well spoken," Joey said.
Willy pushed now while Joey tried to remain motionless, but he had the same problem
that the heavy man had had his cock kept twitching madly inside of her.

Betty could
feel the wall between her anal track and her cunt spread thin by the intruding pressures
of the two blood-engorged pricks.
Willy’s cock began moving slowly, plowing a path up the collapsed channel of her cunt.

She could feel the silky glans spread her membranes as the chunky man stuffed his cock
into her.
"Ohhhhh…

Help…" she said as the pressure and pleasure built up at the same time.
"We’re trying to," Joey said in a hoarse pant.

All of the muscles of his body were tensed
and she could feel his ragged breath in her ear.

She wanted to scream.
Willy now had his cock up her cunt as far as Joey had his up her ass.

She sensed the
rhythm of their cocks through the fleshy wall which separated the two members.

They
both began to draw out their cocks, pulling their pricks free and drawing all of Betty’s
strength out of her at the same time.
"Hold it!" Joey commanded.

"We’re going to have to get a rhythm going so that both of
us aren’t in her at the same time, or else we’ll bust her wide open." Betty was having
the same terrible fantasy and she was glad that Joey realized it really could happen.

"I’m
going to pump in," he continued.

"Now don’t start until I’m on the way out."
"Okay!" said Willy.
Joey began shoving his prick back up the slick tract of Betty’s rectum while Willy kept
only the head of his thick cock stuck in her cunt.
The pressure diminished, and Betty was quite relieved.

The pulsing cocks even made
her feel warm and secure in a very perverse way.

The prick dug up her channel, hotly
pushing away the cotton-soft tissues of her rectum.

She sighed deeply and was able to
relax into this degrading display of carnality for the fist time.
Betty could feel her nipples harden against the soft hair of Willy’s chest.

The little
nubbins seemed to be pulsing at the same rate as the cock in her reddened cunt.

She

suddenly sensed an emptiness in her pussy and tried to push herself back, to impale
herself on the chubby cock in her juicy cunt.

She relaxed again and Joey kept going up
her ass.
Willy could feel when Joey had reached the end and began his retreat from Betty’s
tender ass.

He started to pump his cock slowly up her pulsing cunt.

Now the two cocks
were pistoning in her like a two-cylinder engine, pumping fuel for the fire of her
passion.
Her head was beginning to swim from the fire in her ass and cunt.

She could feel her
sphincter spread wide each time the cock in her asshole hit the base and hair tickled her
rectum.

Two deliciously different sensations were careening through her body at the
same time.
Betty had forgotten about Bud, who was tied up and forced to watch this awful scene.
She was ashamed of herself for beginning to enjoy the "torture" that the criminals were
trying to put her through, and ashamed for abandoning the trust Bud had in her by
enjoying it.

She didn’t know what to do to help ease Bud’s mind, but she knew that she
couldn’t do anything else but feel the awesome pleasure of what was happening to her
asshole and cunt.
"Pick up a little speed," Joey said.
"Ya…

Ya…" replied Willy, straining between strokes.
Betty could feel her pulse begin to race as their pumping increased in velocity, digging
deeper and deeper into her as they went.

Her cunt began to twitch wildly, pulling and
holding Willy’s cock like a powerful vacuum.

Her asshole began to wink like a small fist
of pleasure, squeezing Joey’s cock to new fullness and rigidity.

The two men lost control

of their rhythm and began pumping wildly and without restraint.

Betty felt her insides
about to explode from the pressure.

Every time one of them moved, she felt her clitoris
forced maddeningly against the stiff rod of Willy’s tool.
She writhed between the two horny cocks.

The mingled sensations of hurt, degradation
and wild passion were overwhelming in their combined force.
Bucking and heaving, she took Willy’s searing cock deeper into her cunt, her slick,
inflamed cuntlips rubbing the prick to new hardness.

Then she fucked back against
Joey’s impaling cock, her asshole spasming around him.

She found that even with their
weight and strength she could move her cunt.
"Aaannnggghhh!" Betty yelled, only to have her cry choked off as Willy buried his hot,
thick tongue in her open mouth, swabbing the opening to her throat.
Joey wriggled his hands between her and Willy’s chest, to squeeze savagely at the
tenderness of her full breasts.

She felt fire leap into her already swimming head from
the delicious pressure.
"Glluuuggghhh!" Betty cried, unable to speak around the probing tongue in her lips.
She impaled herself first on one cock and then on the other, seesawing back and forth
in a deliciously sensual manner.
She pushed her asshole up to Joey’s cock, and then dropped her cunt rapidly down on
Willy’s waiting prick.

The two men were going crazy, but they remained as motionless
as they could under the circumstances.
Betty could feel Willy’s cock swelling up in her like a balloon, stretching the heated
tissues of her cunt even more.

She gasped as she felt the two cocks slide together within
her, separated only by the thinness of her vaginal membrane.

She cried out in ecstatic delight as the first scalding burst of Willy’s semen exploded
within her tender cunt.
She thrashed wildly against him, rubbing her inflamed clitoris savagely across his
spewing prick.

Then, when she felt the spastic palpitations of Joey’s cock pulsing in her
asshole, her own orgasm was triggered with devastating force.
Betty went wild.

She thrashed so blindly that both of the criminals were nearly thrown
clear of the bed.

With both cocks fountaining their thick, hot cream into her bowels
and belly, Betty felt her cunt tighten and release in time with her clenching asshole.

Her
fists opened and grasped at anything.

Her back arched and stiffened under Joey’s
continuing thrusts.

The red-hot knot of pleasure expanding from her cunt seemed to
threaten to explode within her, disintegrating her entire, pulsing frame.
She didn’t know how long it lasted, but it seemed like hours.

When her body finally
relaxed and she opened her eyes, odd patches of color seemed to form and dissolve
before her eyes.

She sensed that her performance had not only awed both men, but also
those watching.
Hesitantly, the two men both pulled their slimy cocks from her body.

For an instant
Betty felt that she had been turned inside out in two directions.
Suddenly the thought of where she was rushed over her, she felt shame; shame for
having enjoyed this in front of Bud.
She looked over at him and saw the sweat pouring down his face, great beads of
emotional pressure.

Betty thought it was from having had to watch the awful spectacle
of her degradation, but then Shorty spoke.
"He came in his damn pants," said the big spade.

"He done came without ever touchin’

her." The whole room burst out in laughter, even the two spent men beside her.

Betty
felt sorry for him and was about to go over and console him, but Fingers came up.
"It’s my turn, sweetmeat," he said.

"I’m going to give you a trip you’ll never forget."
Betty feared for the remainder of her self respect, but she knew that she could do
nothing about it.
Fingers waited for Joey and Willy to get off the bed.

"Now I’m goin’ to tie you up and
show you why they call me Fingers," he said.
"What do you mean? Let me go!" she said as he grabbed her hands and ankles.
"You’ll see!"
He picked up the rope and bound her wrists together and then to the bedpost.

Then he
tied her ankles, sure that her cunt was opened for all to see.

She shrank, spread-eagled
like she was, from their gaze, painfully aware of what an unobstructed view they all had
of her juicy pussy.
Fingers smiled maliciously and spoke softly.

"You’re like a musical instrument, you see.
And I’m going to play you."
Betty was intrigued now, more curious than frightened at his strange words.

She pulled
tentatively at her bonds, seeing if she could get free if she had to, but Fingers had tied
them much too well.
He reached over her body slowly and touched her armpit, his fingertips finding a nerve
she hadn’t known was there.

Before she realized what was happening, her lithe body
snapped taut, her back arching to fling her slightly rounded belly into the air.

She

gasped aloud.

With his other hand, he touched her side, one finger probing deftly
inward at her thin waist.

Her stretched body leaped to one side, her tits surging.

Betty
cried out with a mixture of pleasure and bewilderment.

Fingers laughed in a low,
sympathetic tone and pinched a muscle between her neck and her shoulder.

Her hip
rose.

Twitching and twisting her torso, she shuddered, uttering a sigh.
Abruptly, then, his fingers were everywhere.

She vaguely recalled having once thought
of this as terrifying, and it wasn’t, it was totally engulfing.
She was learning, and it was an exquisite experience.

She hated herself for liking it, but
there was no stopping that.

She lay there waiting for the next wonderful touch.
Betty found she had no control over her body any more.

She had no way of predicting
where Fingers would touch her, or how the touch would make her respond.

She was a
bundle of very sensitive nerves after the first three contacts with his delicate fingers, and
every fiber in her supine, tensed body seemed to quiver as lust-filled pleasure washed
over her.
The sounds which came from her throat were foreign to her, and the protesting groans
of the bed merely formed a suitable background for her animal cries.

The faces that
hovered over her seemed to blur and swim together as if they had emanated from a
dream, the bonds on her supple wrists and ankles were her only contact with reality.
She knew Fingers was fondling her ripe tits, but that sensation blended with the
strange, wild streaks of excitement from nerves which had never before been stimulated.
She lashed about in a frenzy of delight, her body responding to her mounting lust.

But
gradually pleasure hardened to desire, and desire knotted in her moist, hot, sopping
pussy.

She became conscious of the powerful rhythmic undulations of her hips and
shoulders and she knew that her cunt was thrusting as if impaled on a gigantic, pulsing

prick.
"Oh, please!" she heard herself say without one bit of shame or self-consciousness.

"Oh,
please! Touch it! Touch my cunt! Please touch my cunt!"
Fingers shifted his position above her thrashing body.

Between her widespread legs, his
hands rested on her white thighs, and he stretched out with his face above her swollen
crotch.

She gazed between her tits at him as he lowered his smiling mouth behind the
screen of her pubic hair down to the delicious morsel of her heated cunt.
A lascivious warmth engulfed her snatch as he sucked the dripping flesh into his hot
mouth and started to chew.

His tongue probed the tortured folds and his chin pressed
into the back of her slit.

She squirmed and moaned, her excitement rocketing to heights
she had never known before.
His fingers roved over her thighs and onto her belly, continuing to seek out hidden
centers of erotic sensitivity while he began to caress her wet cuntlips with the tips of his
agile fingers.
In a brief moment his tongue moved to where his fingers were and he darted the tip of
it out to massage the fleshy folds the same way he had done with his fingers.

He caught
some strands of her cunt hair in his teeth and tugged at them gently.

She flung her
eager hips from side to side, beside herself with passionate hunger.

He drove his tongue
to the bottom of her puffy slit, to the tight rim of her cuntmouth.
"Oh, good God!" she exclaimed breathlessly and with obvious agitation.

All of the
training in her police school had not trained her to be a part of pleasure like this.
Fingers’ tongue dragged forward to the base of her inflamed clit.

She shrieked at the
sudden, fiery surge of sensation, smashing her vibrating asscheeks into the mattress,

then flinging her undulating hips upward to hang quivering in mid-air.
"Ahhh! Aghhhh! Love of Jesus.

No…

don’t!" she cried.

"Damn, damn, DAMN!"
But Fingers’ lips closed over her inflamed cunt.

He delicately stripped back the hood
and sucked at the pink bunch of nerves while his tongue teased the throbbing tip.
Waves of excitement pulsed through her savage body with jolting force.

Her image of
the scene wavered and receded.
Ecstasy became a tangible sensation, an enveloping, numbing medium she floated in, all
other perceptions blocked out.

She felt a convulsive spasm in her cunt, then another,
and she knew she was entering the shattering orgasm which had been building for the
last fifteen minutes in her pleasure-tortured flesh.
Fingers withdrew his mouth and left her.

The spasms subsided and she hung at the
edge of her climax, denied relief.
"Fingers!" she pleaded.

"Oh, please, please! Dear God, help me.

Please!"
Fingers untied her ankles, oblivious to the words she was saying, and refastened them,
pulling them back so her feet were even with her shoulders and spread so widely that
she thought her thighs would split at her cunt.

She groaned in agony at the renewed
embarrassment; she knew how grotesque she must appear to Bud with her cunt gaping
so.
Her ass was raised from the mattress so her open-mouthed cunt faced up, and Fingers
settled before it, lowering his face to it again.
She watched, fascinated and horrified to discover that she could see everything he was
doing to her tender cunt.

He extended his tongue, dipping it into her pink flesh, and

she felt it caress the rim of her exposed cuntmouth.
She jerked her legs and her ass bounced, but she couldn’t get free.

He laid his gentle
hands on the taut backs of her velvety thighs and tried to steady her, his tongue darting
over her throbbing tissues.

Tiny thrills fired her again and she began to forget her
humiliating position.

She realized she’d never thrust herself up this way for anyone on
her own, and she had never had her legs that widespread before in her life.
Fingers took her clit in his hot mouth again, rolling the nubbin gently with his teeth,
and her excitement soared.

He slid one hand to her soft pussy, dipping his thumb into
the mouth of her cunt and rubbing it in the direction of her asshole.

She writhed in
passion while he slowly forced it through the tight sphincter.

Her ass throbbed and a
great jolt of heat swelled in her belly.
"Oh, shit! Oh, shit!" she whispered with a hoarse rasp.

She heard Bud groaning from
the sidelines and wondered if it was from an impending orgasm of his own or from fear
of seeing her treated like this.

She couldn’t see him, and she let his voice fade away
from her as her belly knotted with the intensity of sensations that shook her.

She flailed
under Fingers’ sucking mouth.
For the second time he backed away from her just as she was about to come, so that she
hovered on the impossible edge of a shaking orgasm, unable to find release.

She knew if
her hands had been free she would have been able to reach down and trigger the
climax, but she was bound very securely.
She sobbed with frustration and tension.

Someone fumbled at her wrists and she looked
back to see a smiling Joey untying the knots that held them.

She waited, not knowing
whether she was glad to be untied or not.

They left her ankles tied and she couldn’t
reach them to loosen them herself.

She was irritated.

Fingers came to her head, where he knelt astride her lovely face.

In an instant of horror,
she gazed up at his hair-covered balls, feeling the bristles of long, thick hair brush
against her nose and catching the pungent scent of male excitement.

His hands were on
the inner slopes of her extended, white thighs, and he put his lips once more on her
clitoris.
He had undressed while she was in the unsatisfied swoon, and the balls and cock at her
face had surprised her.
The torrent of ecstasy turned into savage desire before she knew it, and she began to
shake her to the marrow.

She reached up slowly and fingered the heavy balls with its
egg-sized prisoners.

She reached past it and captured the shaft of his elongated cock.
His hips surged backward, lowering his hard-on into her view, and she pulled it down
to kiss its purple, shining globe of a head.
For the third time that day Betty tasted and savored the metallic, heady flavor as her
lips parted to suck at the rounded tip of the extended virile cock.

Shivers of wild
excitement tore at her and she thrust her face up, her lips riding over the broad bulb
and onto the hard, pulsing shaft.

She closed them tightly, her tongue rubbing Fingers’
cockhead while she sucked ferociously.
She heard him groan and felt his own tongue scrub at the tip of her clit.

His hands slid
over her plump ass, and his fingers plunged into her slick twat.

He pried the rim open,
his fingertips manipulating her tight, squirming flesh until her hips leaped with intense
joy.

He withdrew the fingers of one hand and thrust one deeply into her asshole.

His
other hand dug at her cuntmouth, his fingers burying themselves in her while he
sucked at her clitoris feverishly.
She held his prick in both of her small hands, forcing the head to the back of her

mouth and gulping at its smooth bulges.

Her tongue explored the edges of her slit.

She
rolled her head restlessly from side to side, watching the shaft that protruded from her
lips.

Her gaze encountered a reflection in a mirror.

She groaned inwardly.

She’d
forgotten that the mirror was there.

Now she could see herself as if she were an
onlooker, and for a time she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the somewhat absurd
spectacle in the glass.

She knew that this was how she must appear to Bud, and she felt
heart-sick.
Her lower back angled up and her ass swelled under Fingers’ caressing hands.

Her
thighs were taut, jumping with frenzy.

Her knees were hiding her belly, her feet waving
at the ends of the ropes that bound her.
She could see her tits surging, but her face and the cock she held in her tight, lovely
lips were both hidden by Fingers’ thighs.

His body seemed strangely graceful, hung
over her like this, his belly close to her tits and his chest inches away from her own
belly.

His mouth enveloped the pink, wet tissues of her cuntlips.

His cheeks worked as
he sucked, and his knuckles moved rapidly, driving his fingers ever deeper in sand out
of her now willing cunt and asshole.
The scene generated a sense of horror that heightened her excitement to the boiling
point.

She wrenched her attention from the mirror and pulled Fingers’ cock, using her
hands to force it into her throat while her lips dragged at the inward-sliding prick.

His
hips jerked in an erratic manner and his balls slithered against her face.
Fingers’ thighs began to tremble and Betty saw his scrotum tighten.

The dark flesh
contracted, pulling its burden of nuts up, and the base of his cock bulged abruptly.
Warmth filled her eager throat and she swallowed, gulping at the sudden wealth of
thick semen which spurted from his cockhead.

The scent of his cum rose from the back
of her throat into the cavity behind her nose and she turned giddy with delight and

fierce lust.
The knot in her belly hardened and pulsed, and she heard a roar inside her head as if
all of her senses were racing to explode.

The knot dissolved, only to form again at the
mouth of her cunt.

Her snatch and her asshole contracted simultaneously, clamping
convulsively on the buried fingers.

The contraction traveled inward along her vaginal
canal like a wave followed by another and another.
She sucked wildly at his cock with each of her own contractions, draining it of jism and
robbing it of its hardness.

Her body shook with violent tremors and she stiffened her
legs until she shook like a madwoman standing on her shoulders, forcing him to sit up.
His hands slid out of her and cupped at her back, holding her body in the vertical
position while her orgasm spent itself.

At last she sucked a final drop of moisture from
the shrinking cockhead and allowed herself to collapse.

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THE DOG’S GIRL – Dog Sex Story – Chapter 5

THE DOG’S GIRL – Dog Sex Story – Chapter 5

Then Betty heard the voices more distinctly through the haze.

She could hear Fingers
and Joey arguing about her.
"…

but I want to!" demanded Fingers.
"Nobody is going to touch her now," Joey stated.

"There’ll be plenty of time after we
get Mack back here."
Betty gathered from this short exchange that they didn’t really mean to exchange her.
"Ya," Joey continued, "Albert had the great idea of making a dummy with the young
cop’s clothes.

We will be so far away that they shouldn’t be able to tell."
"That’s really good!" Willy exclaimed, slapping Albert on his back.
"You bet," Joey said.

"Now all of us are going to have to get on it to get the dummy
finished in time.

Willy, you and Shorty go to the store and get some paint."
Willy looked down at the spent Negro.

"I don’t think he’s ready to go anywhere," the
chubby man said with a sardonic laugh.

"I’ll take Fingers with me."
"No," Joey said.

"I need him here.

Take Albert." The short, thin man bowed in Betty’s
direction, turned around and left with Willy.
Betty realized that she was still nude, and it embarrassed her.

She wrapped herself in
the sheet and tried to be inconspicuous in a corner of the bed.
"Well, look at the shy one!" Fingers exclaimed as he watched her move across the bed.
"You’ll get your chance to be shy with my cock in your mouth, you pig bitch."

Betty realized that their scorn for her was not purely because she was a woman, but
more because she was a cop.

She took pride in their dislike of her; she knew that in that
dislike there was a spark of respect for her being in the police force.

She smiled to
herself and pulled the sheets up around her nakedness.
She watched as Joey came back from the bathroom with her clothes.

He smiled over at
her sarcastically.

She now took the time to note all of his features.

His hair was short
but wispy along his receding hairline; she thought that he would look distinguished if it
were not for the fact that he was a wanton criminal.

His broad shoulders and narrow
hips added to this appearance of distinction.
Joey dropped the clothes on the coffee table near Fingers and walked over to Betty.

He
still had that same smile of sarcasm glued to his face as he reached down and yanked
the sheets from her grip.

"We need them for the dummy, darling.

Sorry that your
beautiful body has to be exposed for everyone to see, but there’s no helping it.

We need
to keep you here in case anything goes wrong."
"But it’s going wrong from the first if you don’t keep your word and let me go." She
wondered how she could have ever spit out all of those words in one harsh breath, but
she knew that her point had been made, even if he wasn’t going to be affected by it.
She huddled naked in the corner now, trying hopelessly to cover herself with her hands
and arms.

She knew that most of her tits and all of her cunt were still open to view, but
she couldn’t do anything about it.
She watched, curiously, as the two men worked at making the sheet into tubes of cloth,
taping and twisting it into legs and arms.

Then Fingers turned around and faced her,
pulled out a gravity knife and flicked it open with a twist of his wrist as he walked
toward her.

Betty was frightened now, and she knew that the training that she’d had in

karate and judo were not much good against a knife.
Fingers then pointed the knife toward the mattress and put a big slit in the side with
one motion.
"We need stuffing," he said with a sardonic smile.
Joey laughed and went back to work tying off the sheets that were going to be stuffed.
Betty watched as Fingers took large handfuls of cotton stuffing.

The fright had
disappeared and left a cold feeling in her chest.

She was glad that she didn’t have to try
to fight him while he had a knife in his hand.
Betty then realized that the two were very occupied with what they were doing.

She
looked at the door and knew that they hadn’t locked it.

She began moving across the
bed to where the door was.

She knew that she would have to move fast to get out
before they catch her.

She suddenly realized that she didn’t even know where she had
been taken.

She swallowed deeply and decided to try the break anyway.
Just then she heard their watchdog bark.

Her heart sank.

Willy and Albert walked in
holding cans of paint.

Shorty was still asleep on the foot of the bed, snoring away quite
wildly.
Willy walked over and shook the big black man by the shoulder.

"Hey, wake up you
big oaf!" demanded the fat man.
The spade jumped up violently, flaying his large arms around in circles as if to strike
some invisible adversary.

Betty watched as his cock swung around in circles.

She
laughed and the Negro turned around and glared at her.
He was approaching her in an aggressive anger just as Joey called out for him to get his

ass over and help.

The large Negro shrugged his shoulders as he got off the bed.

He
pulled on his pants, still glaring at Betty.
"We’re almost finished," Joey said.

"You can help stuff this last leg."
Shorty ambled over and began shoving cotton into the empty leg of the dummy.

He
would look over at Betty between handfuls and glare at her with mean eyes.

She
decided that he wasn’t going to do anything as long as the rest of them were there, so
she relaxed and returned his awful stare each time he looked at her.
Finally the dummy was finished and they were all preparing to leave.

For a moment
Betty thought that they had forgotten about her, and were going to leave her untied.
But as they were walking toward the door, Willy turned around and walked toward her.
He picked up the discarded cord and began binding her in the same position that she
had been in before.
"I was going to leave her free," said Joey, "because the dog would make sure she didn’t
escape.

But I guess you’re right, Willy – she could have gotten out of the window, even
though they are nailed shut.

These cops are pretty tricky sometimes."
"And just plain old pretty sometimes, too!" Fingers exclaimed emphatically, as he
walked over to her outstretched body and ran a quick hand down her still juicy slit.
"Ya," Willy agreed as he fastened the last knot.
Betty looked at them all sneering at her, and only saw compassion on Albert’s thin face.
She knew he was the smartest one of the group, and she deduced by his look that he
was also the kindest one.
When they left, Betty tried pulling on the thin cords at her wrists again.

This time they

seemed to have been done looser, and they gave a little each time she pulled.

After
about ten minutes she could feel that they were going to give way eventually.

She
decided to rest a minute before trying it again, her wrists being very sore and red.
She looked up at the head of the bed and saw where the cord was tied to the bedpost
above her left arm.

It wasn’t tied right.

She stretched her body, trying to reach it with
her left hand, but her feet were tied too well and she couldn’t move up enough.
Shifting her weight seemed to help as she bounced on the bed and continued pulling on
the cord.
Suddenly it came loose and Betty sighed deeply.

She quickly untied the knots on her
right wrist.

She sat there for a minute with her legs still tied, rubbing her sore wrists
until they felt better.
Betty then began undoing her leg bindings.

Just as she was getting her right leg untied,
she turned around and saw Albert staring down at her.

She hadn’t heard him enter.
"Can I help?" he asked in a sincere voice.
She was prepared to be shocked, but his words had sounded so full of honesty that all
she said was, "All right!"
Albert moved his thin body gracefully over to Betty’s side and began undoing the last
restraints that had been put on her.

As he did this, his fingers kept brushing up and
down her ankle.

Betty could feel the sparks of excitement running up her lithe leg.

She
tried to shut it off, but the tingling sensation kept running up her.
The knot finally came undone, but Albert did not let go of her ankle right away.

He
caressed her leg before he let go.

Betty could tell that he had been affected by helping

her.

His face was flushed and his eyes gazed at her nakedness.
"Ah…

ah…

can I…" He kept hesitating, trying to say something that he just couldn’t get
out.
Betty reached over and touched his arm to tell him that it was all right, and he turned
to her quickly and grabbed her breast.
"I’m a virgin!" he yelled at her.
Betty caressed his arm lightly.

He had released her breast, but now he turned back
toward her and began fondling both of them, but much more gently than before.

She
accepted his caresses and forgot completely about getting away for the time being.
Albert’s dark eyes wandered over Betty’s voluptuous body, and she blushed.

But she
kept control of her composure and ran her hand down the front of his shirt to his belt
buckle.

Her lithe fingers quickly undid the brass buckle and pulled the belt loose.

Albert
just kept staring at her and fondling her tits.
When she had the buckle undone, she ran her fingers down the front of his pants,
feeling the bulge at his crotch expand as her hand brushed over it.

She was becoming
excited now herself, the flame in her belly burning hotter all of the time.
She ran her hand back up the ridge under his zipper, causing Albert to moan loudly,
and then he grabbed the brass tab of the fly and began pulling it down very slowly.
Betty was worried.

She’d never been in a position like this in her life.

But now that she
was taking the lead she didn’t know how to drop it, and she was scared.
Albert kept pressing her tits, the great mounds flattening to his pushes.

The zipper

dropped easily in her small hand and the purple head of his turgid cock protruded from
the opening.

Betty looked down between his arms and saw the organ throbbing.
She licked her lips, it looked so delicious.

She imagined herself running her tongue
along the huge glans and then popping it into her mouth.

The bottom ridge pulsed as
more of his cock became exposed.

She could see herself nibbling lightly and teasingly
on it.
Betty slipped her hand over the head and felt its intense heat throbbing in her grip.

The
shaft was narrower than the bulbous head, and she pushed down on his prick, making
the skin wrinkle around the base as the cockhead became tauter.
"Ohhhhmmm!" moaned Albert, pulling his face away from the full globes of Betty’s
succulent breasts.
Albert frantically pulled off his shirt as Betty’s lithe hand began moving up and down
the length of his blue-veined prick more rapidly.

He was on his back and he turned
himself so that his legs were beside Betty and she had a clear view of his organ.
Suddenly her fantasy of putting his cock into her mouth overwhelmed her.

She lowered
her head quickly and took his prick between her lips.

The first taste was salty and bitter,
and she almost spit his cock out of her mouth in disgust.

But then the taste became like
saltwater taffy.

She sucked deeper and felt the big head of his mighty cock go to the
back of her mouth.
Albert seemed as shocked as she was by her conduct, and he jerked away involuntarily.
"Why did you do that?" Betty sputtered as she grabbed for his hips and tried to pull
him back.

"I don’t know…

I don’t know…" he said, hesitating a second before lunging toward her.
He planted an open-mouthed kiss upon her lips, and ground his full, sensuous mouth
down upon hers with complete and utter abandon.
As he continued to grind his hot, sucking mouth against hers, Albert covered her
breasts and kneaded them until her nipples grew firm and rigid against the boniness of
his fingers.
Betty gasped deeply at the piercing pleasure he was giving her; she could feel the sticky
moisture forming on the thick lips of her cunt.

When Albert finally withdrew his lips
from hers, she pulled him down on top of her.

He seemed to find the opportunity to
pull his unzipped pants the rest of the way off.

He lay across her chest, forcing the
bristling hairs on his chest to dig into her sensitive nipples, and she groaned loudly.
She felt his cock start sliding down over her abdomen, dragging through the soft hairs
of her pussy, finally resting hotly against the sensitive skin of her naked thigh.

His
slavering mouth rushed wetly to the hollow of her shapely neck, down her collarbone to
the upper slope of her breasts.

He sucked in the tender flesh of her nipples.
She felt a new pang of guilt flash through her.

She felt numb and powerless because she
knew what he was about to do, but deep inside herself she knew she couldn’t, and
didn’t want to, stop him.
The kidnapper’s hot, demanding mouth closed over one of her taut, raspberry nipples
and sucked insistently, his bristling, dark chin rubbing against her resilient, white flesh.
His long-fingered hands, mauling her soft tits as he sucked her hardened nipple,
increased her excitement over and over again.
Making an animal groan, Albert released one nipple from his mouth and, moving as

quickly as a snake, he darted over to the other one.
His hips began moving his cock up and down.

Then he moved down her luscious body,
letting her full tits bobble free.

His hungry mouth caressed and nibbled its way down
her ribs, then settled at her navel as he licked and sucked and nibbled at her slightly
rounded abdomen.
"I thought you said you were a virgin," Betty said.
"I am!" he said, releasing her navel for only a moment.
"You’re sure doing this like you’ve done it before," she said in a soft tone.

He didn’t
answer her, but just kept on sucking at the softness of her belly button.
Betty bit down on her lower lip to stifle a cry of mingled desire and fright that she felt
welling up inside of her belly.

What he was making her feel was sinful and totally
outrageous.

But it was also very greatly satisfying and deliciously wonderful.
The small, dark criminal lifted one of her legs and slid his extended tongue along the
whiteness of the inside of her thigh, gliding upward toward the warmly throbbing cunt.
Betty could not imagine that anyone would ever do something like this to anybody else,
but it sure felt good.
Betty sighed as Albert nibbled the smooth flesh of her inner thigh, his ear sometimes
brushing against the heated sensitivity of her reddened cunt.

Then Albert brought his
hand into play and touched the hairy, fleshy lips of her pussy, pressing his fingers into
the lush softness of her most private place, caressing up and down between her
twitching legs, wiggling the outer lips of her steaming cunt as he went.
Betty shuddered with delight, longing to roll her pussy hard against Albert’s close hand.

She could feel the thick juices of her hungry cunt seeping warmly through the folds of
her pussy; she longed to have him spread her legs wide apart and let the cool air wash
over and cool down her overly impassioned twat.
Twisting her neck to stare down at the outlaw, she watched him kiss her soft belly and
thighs, his hot lips gliding sensuously over her satiny skin.

His long fingers continued
to caress the folds of her pussy, pinching them slightly now and then.
Betty tried not to let her reaction show.

She thought it was unbecoming of a
policewoman, but she was aching with passion to heave her pussy at him, forcing him
to penetrate her with his nimble fingers.
Inwardly she began to convince herself that this was inevitable.

But she also promised
herself that she would not enjoy it.

She didn’t know what was happening now.
Everything was becoming so confused.
Albert pulled his head back and stared down at her sopping pussy.

Laced with soft
golden-red ringlets of silky hair, the outer lips concealed the succulent folds within, like
a secret, hidden and delicious flower.

Betty looked up and watched him swallow and
then dart his tongue over his lower lip.

Then, fixing his dark eyes on hers for a second,
he lifted her leg over his head, spreading her thighs widely.

The cool air rushed in, but
didn’t dampen her passion at all.
Then, pressing his thumbs against the outer lips of her cunt, he peeled open the
succulent folds and stared down into the moist red flesh of her cunt.

The smooth, coral-
colored flesh gleamed with the passionate glaze of her juices.

In the outermost folds her
slick secretions had thickened into milky droplets.
Betty moaned softly, throwing her arm over her eyes as if blinded by the intensity of

her passion.
The aroused girl began to feel the tension generated by his more than casual admiration
of her cunt.

The frantic pitch kept growing until her excitement was almost too much
to bear.

She screamed, still not daring to look up.
Betty took her arm away from her eyes slowly and looked down at Albert.

Little by little
he was lowering his head toward the pulsing heat of her cunt.

The excited cop held her
breath.
Albert pressed his full lips gently against the slick entrance of Betty’s open cunt, his
long, hot tongue burrowing deeper into the warm, wet, slippery folds of her throbbing
pussy.
"Glaaaggghhh!" Betty rasped, her back arching, pushing her hot cunt closer to his dark,
almost sinister-looking face.

She could hear her flesh slurping against the heat of his
lips and she gasped as she felt his tongue slither into her honeyed folds.

The intruding
muscle fluttered madly on her very sensitive clitoris.

Even though what this criminal
was doing seemed filthy and perverted, the distraught girl had never before known such
soaring pleasure.
He lifted her trembling legs onto his shoulders then, burying his face even deeper into
her juicy, musk-scented cunt.
Since Albert was no longer holding her cuntlips apart with his thumbs, the slick elastic
folds closed over his flailing tongue.

The gusts of his hot breath poured over the silky,
golden ringlets of her pubic hair from out of his flared nostrils.
His cock was now sandwiched between his thin belly and her calf.

Betty could feel the
throbbing of the heavy cock as it pulsed against her body.

"No, oh…

Yes, please…

Oh yes!" Betty gasped and moaned, her breath ragged with the
passion caused by Albert’s ravenous tonguing of her tender cunt.
She squirmed beneath him, twisting her flaming, slick pussy against his mouth, her
breasts bobbing like cream-colored Jell-O on springs.
Betty made a little groaning sound of deep pleasure and pushed her pelvis up at him at
the same time.

She felt his lips flatten her cuntlips, then the pressure of his teeth against
her outer lips as his tongue flicked even deeper.
She knew from the lapping motions of his mouth that his chin was coated with her
juices.

Squirming against the intense pleasure Albert was giving her, she brought her
hands up from her sides and tangled her soft fingers in the dark mass of Albert’s thick,
curly hair.

She made a little moan of pleasure again, as if she were telling this
passionate criminal something very special and very secret.
Albert seemed to answer her as he dug his tongue down into her deeper than Betty
imagined a tongue could go in her hot cunt.
She had felt the heat in her womb before, but now it mixed deliciously with his
slavering, tepid tongue, becoming so intense that she almost cried out that she couldn’t
stand it any longer.

But she only tangled her fingers more tightly in his dark hair,
shocked at herself for willingly pushing his face harder against her aching pussy.

She
could feel her abundant juices overflowing around his slurping mouth and running
down between her spread asscheeks and across her asshole.
At that moment, Albert’s tongue and lips skidded out of her cunt.

Undaunted, he
caught a mouthful of her outer cunt-hair, sucking fiercely at the meaty morsel.

Then he
shifted his position, and his hot tongue slithered back into the inner folds of her pussy.

A terrible jolt of pain and pleasure whirled within her pussy, so intense that her
stomach muscles pulled taut and she jerked hard on his curly hair.

Her breath hissed
from her lips as an audible sigh of pleasure escaped from her clenched lips.

She ground
her cunt up at him, knowing instinctively that his lips had closed over her erect clitoris.
The tip of his tongue fluttered wildly against it as she moaned.
Betty writhed beneath him, her knees over his thin shoulders, her buttocks twisting
beneath his grip, her heels tapping at the middle of his back as he arched it.
Suddenly an orgasmic vibration shook her unexpectedly to the pit of her very marrow.
She gasped at the intensity of the feeling, her cunt closing down on his tongue as if to
capture the swirling delight within her tender womb.

But the delight seemed to seep
out around his probing tongue.

Albert kept sucking and licking at her convulsive cunt,
his lascivious tongue wiggling in the pudding of wet, warm flesh – but her release was
cut short.
Betty felt his tongue probing every fold and wrinkle of her fiery crotch.

Even though he
was new at this he went about it with the vigor and form of a professional cunt-eater.
She could feel his hot tongue rolling over her stiffened clitoris, swirling it around and
around until she thought she would faint from the pleasure.

And then he shoved it into
her quivering vagina as far as it would go, digging even deeper than it had been before.
She could feel the pressure of his teeth.
She gasped again as a tremor of orgasm washed over her like a gigantic, warm wave,
fading slower than the last, seeming to glow within her like a red-hot ember.

She could
feel the pulsing in her womb as the liquid passion surged out again, washing hotly over
her ass and Albert’s mouth.
He teased her now, flicking at the taut bud of her clitoris with the tip of his tongue,

making her quiver and gasp under his snakelike motions.

Each time his tongue slid
over the sensitive nubbin of flesh, Betty felt as if electricity were being shot into her
through her clit, snapping hotly from the tender, slick flesh of her cunt directly to her
swirling and numbed brain.
Mad with passion now, the thin criminal easily rolled his captive onto her stomach and
rapidly buried his face in the quivering softness of her twitching buttocks.

His tongue
speared out, stroking wetly up and down between the springy mounds of her asscheeks.
He kissed and slurped at her asshole, his rough cheeks chafing the deep, soft valley of
her lovely, round ass.
Her fingertips digging into the bare mattress, Betty moaned deeply.

Never before had
she known such perverted or delicious thrills.

She embraced the mattress as best as she
could as she felt his tongue screw itself into her rectal passage, the hot, wet sweetness of
it filling her with an unbelievably delirious melting sensation.

She could feel the tension
building within her once again.
But Albert stopped kissing her ass before she could reach the most desirable of peaks.
Deftly he rolled her onto her back again and looked at her, his dark eyes glittering with
a glazed look of passion.

She saw that his chin was glistening from her sticky juices, but
she didn’t care.

Then he sprawled over her, smearing his mouth across her bobbing tits,
snaking his tongue around her erect nipple.

Then, in an instant, he was kissing her.

She
felt the heat of his juice-coated tongue in her mouth, and she didn’t care.

The hard, hot
length of his cock pulsed against her spent, soft thighs.
Albert lifted his mouth from her lips and looked down at her.

A drop of sweat rolled
down his nose, hung there for a moment, then splashed saltily against her panting,
parted lips.

Albert pulled back from her crotch, but Betty knew he was merely adjusting his cock to
a better angle.

Then she felt it – round and huge against the spongy lips of her
quivering pussy.

She held her breath.

Anticipating his thrust, she wasn’t particularly
concerned about her ability to accept him without pain, having just been subjected to
Shorty’s big cock.
Her pussy had never felt so slick and open.

She felt his cock poking and pushing,
slipping against the slimy lips of her hot cunt – and she wanted it!
Even if he were a criminal, and one of the abductors who had kidnapped her, she
wanted his cock inside of her…

churning, plunging, maybe even hurting her a little.
Then she felt him raise her thighs.
A cry of anguish tore from her tender throat.

Albert had thrust something into her, but
it was too hot, too hard, too large to be his prick.

The burning sensation shot through
her and she clasped her legs around his body try keep him from thrusting into her body
any deeper.

She had to bite down on her lower lip to keep from screaming out.
When Betty realized that what he had pushed into her was actually his cock – she felt
with her hand, only to discover that he had pushed only the head of his mighty cock
into her.
"Stop!" she begged him passionately, her voice nothing but a ragged whisper.
"You’re tight all right," he admitted.

"But it’ll only hurt a little at first.

Relax! Please
relax! Then fuck with me when I get goin’.

That way it shouldn’t hurt as much."
Betty wanted desperately to believe him, but there was too much pain in her cunt.
There was just no way to get that length of cock into her.

She doubted if she could
close her fingers around the width of his member – yet he was trying to force it into

the opening of her narrow cunt.
Tears trickled from the corners of her eyes as the massive head pushed against her tight
slit, forcing the lips inward as the huge cock penetrated the tight portal.

Betty wriggled
beneath him in some small hope of easing the incredibly intense pressure.

She swung
her hips in an effort to lessen the tension, then suddenly she gasped as she felt the cunt-
stretching length of his monstrous cock plunging inch by inch into the tightness of her
pussy.
"Glaggghhh!" she gasped.

She had intended to scream at him to stop, but all at once
the pain vanished, totally swept away by a strange wave of pleasure.
"I thought you’d like it," Albert whispered in her ear as he leaned forward.

"Feels really
good, doesn’t it?" he asked as if trying to reassure himself as much as her.
"It’s…

awful…

tight…" Betty sighed.
"Ya," he said, "and awfully good too."
He twisted more deeply into her, then withdrew a little, releasing Betty’s outer cuntlips
and allowing her pubic hair – which had been forced in with his thrust – to escape.
Then he thrust in once more, drawing another cry from his captive’s lips as he fucked
deeper.
Albert twisted his cock into her, forcing her clenching cuntwalls to give way.

He
withdrew until the blood-engorged ridge of his glans was plugging up the orifice of her
pussy, then jammed it down into her for the third time, hard, fast and straight.
"Ohhhmmmnnn-guggghhh!" Betty moaned, biting her lips with an impassioned force.
There seemed to be no limit to his huge cock.

He was crowding her cunt.

How deep

can he go? she wondered, pressing her eyes tightly shut and clenching her teeth.
Albert pulled his cock back and thrust into her again and again, building force each
time his prick dug into her tender vagina.

Then, as he gave a final twist to his bone-
hard erection, Betty felt his coarse, dangling balls tickling her asshole with its bristling
wire-like hairs.

He paused for a short moment, looking down at her, his dark mouth in
a sinister smile.
Betty gloried in the amazing sensation of her pussy squeezing down around his hot
prick.

She hadn’t anticipated being able to exert such control.

When the thin criminal
grunted with pleasure at her little trick, she tried it a couple of more times.

But then the
slow, excruciatingly deliberate movements of his giant hard-on began to drive her into
an absolute swoon of intense delight.

She began answering each of his thrusts with a
hump of her own, letting his cock slide out almost all of the way, then re-impaling
herself on the immensity of its burning thickness, sucking it into the depths of her
womb and allowing it to pull away ever so slightly before sucking it inside of her
bubbling cunt once more.
"Okay," Albert grunted.

"You got the rhythm.

Now fuck with me as hard as you can."
"Oh, God!" Betty gasped.

"I mean, yes, yes…" She was beyond the point of offering any
resistance, however much she thought she should for this criminal.
Now, when he started to piston his enormous cock inside of her pussy, there was
nothing Betty could do but hang on for dear life and hope to survive the onslaught.
He had been gentle at first, but now he was like a man possessed, the bolt-action of his
giant cock feeling like a machine within her tender body.

Each time she felt the solid
shaft sinking, she realized that it did so with increased furor and additional energy.

He

seemed to gather momentum with each thrust.

Each time she felt his hips retreat in
preparation for the next lunge, Betty clung to his neck more tightly, praying that the
swollen battering ram wouldn’t hurt her – and that he would never stop his assault.
Her white thighs rubbed silkily against Albert’s pumping flanks until they were a scarlet
hue.

Her soft little belly jiggled against his corded stomach as his powerful cock stroked
deeper into her cunt again and again.
Then the kidnapper shifted his position a little.

At first Betty thought he was doing it so
he could plunge more brutally into her sensitive pussy.

But with his first downward
drive she felt the hard, hot length of his cock slide deliciously across her clitoris.

After
that, where there had been pain before, she discovered a tingling kind of electricity that
seemed to expand around his pistoning prick until her hot cunt seemed to be glowing
and exploding with bright bursts of fire.

It was wonderful beyond anything she had ever
experienced in her life.
Her hips began moving wildly, slamming rapidly upward as her cunt gulped hungrily
around Albert’s stiff cock.

She bowed her back, lifting her head and shoulders, clinging
with passion to his thin neck.
She cried out, "Oh Albert, oh Al! Fuck me, fuck me! I don’t care anymore.

I need it, I
need it! Please fuck me, fuck me!"
Albert smiled down at her.

He began working his hips harder and faster, driving his hot
cock with slippery speed into her rippling, gyrating pussy.
Betty writhed, screwing upward, panting and moaning as she thrust her hips up around
his driving shaft, blissfully wanting more and more of his turgid cock.
She realized that he was fucking into her more rapidly now, bouncing her body clear off

the naked mattress.

She could hear the breath hissing from his throat in ragged,
passionate gasps, and she felt the hot air scalding the hollow of her white neck.

A
dizzying spiral of ecstasy began swirling inside of her heated cunt, a whirl of electric
bolts that began to burst around his shaft, causing her cunt to tighten spastically
around the enormous cock, pouring out her thick, slick cuntjuices.
The delicious sensation became so intense that she thought she would faint from the
pleasure.

Betty realized for the first time that she was coming.
"You’re making it, aren’t you?" Albert pantingly said.
The swirl, ever-growing within her cunt seemed to have robbed her of all physical
control over her body.

She could only let her head flop from side to side in ecstasy, her
eyes rolling wildly about.
"I feel you coming!" Albert panted.

"Oh God, it’s so damn hot and good when your
cunt bites down on my cock like that! We’re making it, baby, we’re making it!"
Suddenly she felt the entire length of his cock balloon within the tender channel of her
pussy.

For an instant he seemed to freeze like a statue above her panting body.

He
made an animal-like groan, his rapidly pulsing cock buried to the hairy root in her
sopping, fiery cunt.

Then he began to fuck into her so quickly that Betty could not be
sure when his cock seemed to add fuel to her own continuing climax and spur her on.
She wanted to tell him how good he was making her feel, but when she looked up at
him, she saw that his thin face was contorted into a passionate, fiery grimace.
Betty cried out, thinking that something terrible had happened.

Then, so suddenly and
so forcefully was his climax that it took her breath away.

Albert plunged into her again,
and she felt his cock nudge through the opening of her tight womb.

The fountaining of

his sperm, as it poured like molten metal thickly into her womb, seemed to be an
endless torrent.
Each burst of his hot seed, as it splashed into her cunt, gave her an additional
shuddering response.

Her orgasm grew until she was being swallowed by the sensation
of it.
Minutes later she felt Albert relax against her with a deep and satisfied groan.

While his
cock was still embedded in her cunt, she could feel the last drops of sperm spouting out
of him.

He slid his tongue through her lips effortlessly, fucking her soft mouth with his
tongue just as he had fucked her juicy cunt with his giant cock.

Giving herself over
completely to the joy which had previously been at war with her fears, Betty began to
suck on his tongue, delighting in the warm afterglow of their mutual orgasms.
She ran her hands over his back and through the slickness of sweat that pooled in the
small of his back.

She cupped his firm, hairy buttocks in her hands and pulled him
deeper into her, bumping her pussy up at him at the same time.

She rubbed her heated
breasts against his panting chest.

She let him nibble delicately at the lobe of her ear and
the vulnerable flesh at the hollow of her neck.
She could hardly wait for him to catch his breath so that he could fuck her again.

Then
she remembered the others, and she thought that they might be returning any minute
now.

She tried to roll Albert off her.

Even though he was small, his motionless weight
was too heavy.

She pushed extra hard and he moved a couple of inches.
"I have to go," she said, still pushing.
"Ya," he said sleepily.

She felt his soft cock slurp out of her crimson cunt, and she felt a
pang of regret.

"Help me!" she said again.
"Sure," he said, rolling completely off her.

"After what you gave me, I think I’d give you
the moon."
"I don’t want the moon," she said.

"I just want out."
Albert picked up his clothes and handed them to her, smiling broadly.
"But what will you do?" she asked.
"I’ll face the music here," he said.

"They can only kill me.

I don’t care much really.

I’m
just glad that I had one chance to fuck you, that’s all."
Betty was amazed at his willingness to sacrifice himself for her.

She felt honored that he
was so willing to let her leave.
"Tie me up," he said, "and they’ll think that you just took advantage of me."
Betty realized that the logic of his argument was the only appropriate one for the
situation.

She began tying him to the bed in the same way that she had been tied by the
others.

She tied him loosely, but still tightly enough so that it looked like it was for real,
and not a set-up job.
She leaned over and kissed him before she started to put on his clothes.

She was almost
tempted to untie him again and fuck him once more.

But that was too dangerous, as
appealing as it was to her.
Betty put on his pants and shirt, amazed that they fit as well as they did.

And then she
leaned down again and sucked his flaccid cock into her mouth, a sort of perverse good-
bye kiss.

Albert didn’t seem to mind much as he arched his back so that his groin

pushed up against her face as his cock began to get hard.
She spit it out and said, "God I wish I could stay to play here with you, but I have to
leave."
"I understand," he said.
Betty walked slowly toward the door, looking back at Albert’s smiling face.

She opened
it without looking and bumped into something, or someone.
"Where ya goin’?" asked Joey.

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THE DOG’S GIRL – Dog Sex Story – Chapter 4

THE DOG’S GIRL – Dog Sex Story – Chapter 4

Betty stopped reminiscing and looked down at her tied legs.

She was sorry that she had
been so harsh with Buddy.

He had tried to make pleasant advances to her after the
scene, but she had rebuked him as if he were the plague itself.
Her thoughts of Buddy were halted by the sound of a barking dog.

They must have left
a watchdog to guard me, she thought.
Just then the door flew open, and Joey led his gang of criminals into the one-room
cabin.
"Well, how’s our young cop doing?" Joey asked.
Betty hated his familiar tone, especially in the circumstances she was in, being tied and
bound by him and his henchmen.

It was like he was making fun of her and she
couldn’t do anything about it.

She had the greatest desire to spit in his face to show her
defiance, but he wasn’t close enough, and she knew that she should keep her cool.
"We talked with your wonderful police chief," he said.

"We’re going to be able to
exchange you for Mack."
Betty remembered that Mack was the member of their gang that the police had
captured near Harvard Square about a month ago.
"I don’t know if the rest of the boys want to trade off someone as beautiful as you for
that clumsy asshole," Joey continued.

"But we have to because he is the only one who
knows where the money is."
"Ya," said the short, dark man with black eyes.

"He isn’t half as pretty as you are."

"Oh," Joey said with a facetious smile, "we haven’t been introduced properly, have we?
Well, this big spade is Shorty, and this lime guy with the weasel eyes is our
mastermind, Albert.

The dumpy one is Willy, and the guy standing by the door is
Fingers.

He can open anything with a lock on it.

I’m Joey Frank.

I suppose you’ve
heard of me?" He laughed and the rest of them laughed with him.
"We have two hours to blow," said Willy.

"Why don’t we fuck her real good before we
go."
"NO!" Betty yelled.
"I was afraid that you couldn’t speak," Joey said.

"But now that we see that your mouth
moves, I’m going to stick my cock in it.

But you better not let a drop slip from your
mouth, because these boys can be very irrational."
Betty couldn’t help but shake with fear.

They really expect me to eat his sperm, she
thought, clamping her lips tight, hoping that they wouldn’t insist on this debasing
degradation.
She watched as Joey pulled down his pants and the others gathered around the head of
the bed to be able to watch.

The only one who seemed a little reluctant to join in was
Albert, who finally moved up with the rest of them as Joey’s shirt hit the ground.
Joey climbed onto the bed and Betty felt her arms and legs pulling at the cords as she
bounced.

She tried with all her might to get free, though she knew it wouldn’t work
with all of them standing around her.
"Now open that pretty little mouth," Joey coaxed.

"And if you bite my cock, I’m going
to slap you silly." He was grinning, his teeth closed tightly in a devilish smile, and she

knew that he was telling the truth.

She opened her lips reluctantly, and Joey swung his
legs over her chest as he mounted her.
She looked at his cock for the first time.

She could see the wrinkled flesh just below the
cockhead and knew that he wasn’t fully erect yet.

He pulled the skin back and she saw
the head go taut and shiny.

She remembered thinking that Buddy had been brutal with
her; but that was nothing compared to what she was in for now.
"Now swallow it!" Joey demanded.
Betty first swallowed the lump that had risen to her throat, then she looked around her
at all of the leering eyes.

She looked back at the cockhead positioned at her face and
saw the lubricant dripping from the spongy head.

She opened her lips a bit more and
Joey moved his hips forward, insinuating the glans into her mouth.
She could taste the spunky liquid on her mouth, and the flavor made her stomach do a
little flip.

She closed her eyes and opened her mouth.

The big prick slid in across her
teeth and to the back of her mouth.

She felt the pulsing along her tongue as the cock
was buried in her warm mouth.
"Look at dat!" said the big Negro in his colorful bass tones.
"Ya!" said two of the others in unison.
"Now suck on it!" Joey commanded with a sneer.
Betty closed her lips around the throbbing prick and drew in her breath.

She felt the
skin along his cock draw into her mouth and cover the pulsing head.

The lubricant
tasted even spunkier now and she would have tried to spit out both the fluid and the
cock if she hadn’t remembered Joey’s warning.

She swallowed again, drawing his cock

to the opening of her throat.
"Mmmnn!" Joey moaned as his cock was pulled taut.
Betty stopped sucking and just held the throbbing meat in her open jaws.
"Now…

blow it!" Joey gasped.
She puffed up her cheeks and blew a breath of hot air into the tiny mouth of his
cockhead.

Joey buckled on top of her, tossing his head back and groaning loudly.
When she blew, she felt the bottom ridge of Joey’s cock expand like a balloon.

The
prick felt like it was burning hotter now, and Betty could feel the increased pulses of the
prick between her lips.
She sucked again as soon as Joey began to calm down a bit, and as the cock hit the back
of her mouth, he buckled again.

She had control now and she liked it.

Joey was like a
puppet on her chest, jumping and bouncing as she sucked or blew on his thick prick.
"Look at her go!" exclaimed Fingers in a low, slow voice.

None of the rest of them
spoke, but they all sighed deeply in agreement.
Betty closed her eyes again because her neck was becoming sore from the somewhat
unnatural position.
Joey, in all of his ecstasy, still seemed to notice.

"Untie her!" he commanded in a loud
distraught voice.
Fingers and Willy worked quickly at the cords and her hands and feet were free in no
time.

As soon as her hands were free, she put them under her head for support.

Just as

she was getting back her rhythm, Joey pulled his throbbing meat out of her mouth.

She
gasped hungrily after the escaping cock.
"Stand on your knees!" he demanded, holding onto his prick with his large hands.
She pulled herself up shakily, having been tied in that supine position for over three
hours.

When she was on her knees, she wavered slightly and then lunged for his cock.
He let go immediately and she sucked it deep with one breath.
She knew why he wanted this now.

His cock was no longer chafing across her bottom
teeth, and his prick could go much deeper into her mouth from this angle.
Betty sucked again and the head of the turgid cock sunk into the opening of her throat.
She gagged and held her breath, not sure if she were going to suffocate while trying to
satisfy Joey’s perverse desires.

Then, as panic set in, she quickly realized that even
though her throat was blocked she could still breathe through her nostrils.
Joey then lay down on his back.

Betty followed, holding onto his prick with her
beautiful, sensuous lips.

This angle was even better yet; she forced her face down and
the cock went deeper, throbbing at the tender tissues of her throat.
She was breathing easy now, through her nose, and massaging the ridge along the
bottom of his throbbing cock with the top of her agile tongue.

She scrubbed at the
member, and Joey began contorting on his back, writhing halfway between pleasure
and pain.

Betty was a little worried at first, but his animal groans told her that it was
just excitement that made him act that way.
Now the collar of matted hair at the base of Joey’s turgid cock met Betty’s lips.

It tickled
slightly and she began to laugh.

The laughter made her throat muscles contract and

expand around the stiff shaft, pulling more and more of his cock until her lips were
pressed tightly against the pubic arch above Joey’s cock.
The prick started to pulse in rhythm with the laughter, and Betty realized that if she
didn’t stop laughing that she would swallow him whole.
She fought, and the laughter subsided, leaving tears in her eyes from the excitement of
it.

Her cunt was beginning to itch, and she knew what that meant.

The little fire in her
belly that accompanied her itch sprung up and she knew that, even against her will,
passion had been ignited in her by blowing Joey.
Joey put his hands up and clasped them around Betty’s ears, and he began pulling her
head back and forth on the length of his mighty cock.

She could feel the member drive
in and out of her throat, the spongy glans sliding across and exciting the tender tissues
of her young throat.
She heard someone speaking in the background about her, and she realized by the
drawl that it must be Shorty.

He was saying something about her cunt, but she was too
busy to concentrate on just what was being said.

Then she suddenly realized that her
ass was facing the tall, broad Negro and that her cuntlips were winking at him.

She
concentrated for a moment on them, trying to forget Joey; but the feeling she was
getting from blowing the leader of the gang was too great to resist.
The passion felt like a warm, moist wind blowing through her young, shapely body,
and though she didn’t want to, she abandoned herself to it and was carried away.

She
sobered a little as Joey’s cock began pulsing more wildly.
Joey had her head held tightly now and was holding it still.

She was waiting for him to
start pumping her head again on his cock; she was beginning to love the feel of his

thick rod in her throat.

But she just lay there, shivering on top of the bed, his body
jumping occasionally as if hit by an electric charge.
Just as she decided to move herself, his balls jumped up against her chin.

She was
frightened and didn’t know what was happening.

She found out as soon as the thick,
heady fluid began to pump into her mouth.

Her throat began contracting sporadically
around the member, taking big gulps down the inflamed tunnel.
She remembered his warning not to spill a drop of his sperm, and she started to
swallow wildly.
As Joey was emptying his seed into her, Betty knew that she was not going to be able to
get release herself from the large, heavy fire burning in her young belly.

She wanted it
to end so bad, and bask in the afterglow that she began to hallucinate.

Vivid colors and
loud sounds seemed to surround the young novice.
Then she felt a finger probe the folds of her cunt, hunting for the nubbin of her clit.
She was grateful that someone had taken pity on her.
Suddenly she exploded, gushes of fluid pouring out of her sopping cunt as the large
finger touched the point of the clitoris.

She moved against the hand, still holding her
mouth around the cock that was rapidly becoming limp in her mouth.
She sucked the last drops of liquid from Joey’s spent cock as the last waves of her
tumultuous orgasm washed through her tender, young body.
She fell down across Joey and rolled to one side.

She looked back over her shoulder to
see who had helped her.

She saw the big spade smiling down at her.

His large finger
was probing around in her vaginal cavity.

She was too weak to protest, and besides, it

felt much too good to ruin.
"Now it mah turn!" said Shorty, pushing aside hilly who was standing beside him.
"Ah’m goin’ ta give her a real honeyfuck!" The others laughed, though rather forcedly,
afraid that the big Negro would hurt them if they contradicted him.
Betty watched in horror through her post-orgasmic haze as the tall, black man stood up
on the bed and dropped his pants.

Betty’s mouth dropped too, as she saw that he was
wearing no underwear, his gigantic coal-black cock sticking uncircumcised toward the
ceiling.
"Ya like it, eh?" Shorty asked facetiously.

"Well soon you’ll get a taste of it."
Betty panicked, thinking that he meant her to eat the throbbing black member.

But as
he knelt down at her spread legs, drooling over her gaping cunt, she realized that he
was going to fuck her.
Shorty placed his large hands on her ankles and pulled her legs apart.

Betty was glad
that she couldn’t see it, because she knew that it must look more than disgraceful.

She
closed her eyes because she was beginning to imagine it, and even the thought of
looking at the open folds of her reddened cuntlips was slightly repulsive.
With her eyes closed she could feel the large rough fingers crawling up and down her
legs.

She wanted to shiver and shake them off, but they were beginning to feel too
good.

She didn’t know what to think of herself, taking to sex like this.

She began to
think that there would be no end to her depravity if this kept up.

She put out her hands
and tried to push him away, but he didn’t move.

He laughed at her meek attempt to
repel him.

Shorty then put both of his thumbs into her cunt.

Betty squealed and shook her hips,
more out of the excruciating pleasure than out of shame.

His thumbs went deeper and
deeper, side by side, into the rosy hole.

Betty felt her tissues being expanded like they
had never been expanded before.

She wondered why he would want to stretch her cunt
so much, but then she remembered the awful size of his cock.
"You’d better hold still for this one," he warned in his deep, bass voice.
"Ahhggg!" Betty screamed as the thumbs dug into her cunt.
"Watch out, Shorty," Albert said, "or you’re going to tear her apart inside."
"Ya, ya!" the broad Negro exclaimed as he insinuated the head of his terrible, black
cock into Betty’s juicy vulva.
Betty tried to spread her legs wider, thinking that if she didn’t have her cunt as open as
possible that she would be hurt for sure.

He smiled down at her contorted face and
began pushing his mighty hips in toward her tender, young body.
"Be careful!" she asked in a meek sort of voice, but with enough power in it to tell
Shorty that she really meant it.
"With you, honey, I’ll be mo’ than careful." He laughed again, as if to tell her that he
could do anything with her body that he wanted to.
The young cop suddenly lay still under him, afraid that any further movement on her
part would mean pain.

She could feel the spongy glans of the giant head pushing at her
pussy.

Her cunt began to ache to be full, but she was also frightened that what it would
be too much for her recently virginal hole.

She whisked the thoughts of fear out of her
mind and concentrated on the pleasure that the bulbous head was causing as it pushed.

"Mmmnn!" she groaned as the head slipped with a pop into the muscles of her cuntlips.
Though his cock was very large she was amazed that it fit in her cunt.

It was tight, but
it felt good.
Shorty began to move the bulk of his body forward, finding that the going got hard as
he went deeper.

Betty’s cunt was already full with his turgid meat, and he was only
about halfway into the juicy hole.

She moaned a deep, guttural cry of ecstasy and
Shorty stopped pushing.
"What’s da matter?" he asked.
"Na…

Nothing!"
"I’m goin’ ta start fuckin’ again," he said with a finality that made Betty catch her
breath.
She was prepared for it now, her cunt stretching out.

He began to draw out though,
and Betty was bewildered.

Just as she was about to reach out and pull the big Negro
toward her, he dropped his hips again, pushing the mighty cock back into her juicy
cunt.
He halted again halfway into her pussy.

She felt an itch deep inside her cunt, where no
cock had been before, and she knew that the only thing that could scratch it was the
spongy head of Shorty’s driving cock.

She pushed herself up, trying to position herself
so that she could pump her hips up at him, but his weight on her chest was too much,
and she couldn’t move an inch.
Again he pulled back, easing the shaft of the mighty cock out so that only the head
remained buried in her tender cunt.

Again she fought to push herself up, trying

desperately to scratch that awful, pulsing itch.

Shorty smiled as he began to understand
what she was doing, and he started to drive the stiff rod back into the juicy hole.
Betty had her legs spread and she pulled them back as far as they would go.

She knew
that he could drive it all the way into her cunt now, and she wanted it, she wanted it
bad.
Finally she raised his bulk of a body off her for a split-second, and drove her hips up at
him, impaling herself on his throbbing prick to the hilt.
"Ohhhh, GOD!" she screamed.

"Thaaat’s GREEEAAT!" She could feel the glans
tickling the entrance to her womb, before bursting through the sensitive cavity itself.
Her heady juices began to flow out around the shaft as her orgasm rocked her body.
Shorty held still while she contorted under him.

As soon as she began to settle down
and her eyes became very glassy, he started his retreat.

He pulled his shaft gently out.
Betty could feel the withdrawing cock cause a vacuum in her belly.
She expected it to be all over because she had come already, but Shorty had other ideas.
He started pumping with his big cock more rapidly than ever, cock driving in and out
of her tender tissues.

At first she wanted to scream, but the faster he went, the more she
wanted his big prick.
She reached down and felt his body become rigid with tense muscles.

She slid her
hands down to his ass and felt his buttocks tremble as he pulled out his mighty cock
and then drove it into her juicy cunt again.
Betty was still slightly in the afterglow of her orgasm, but the feeling of his mighty cock
pistoning into her juicy pussy was heightening her greatly.

She didn’t know that a

woman could feel this good physically while engaged in fucking.

She had been taught
that sex was just for the pleasure of the man.

That was one of the reasons that she had
been so against it; she had wanted to be as much a part of the feeling as her partner.
And now she was.
When she thought that Shorty was going to speed up and finally come, he started to
turn her onto his side, slowing down his pistoning action slightly.

She was bewildered
and didn’t know what to think of this.

He saw the look on her face as he kept pumping
his mighty cock into her cunt.
She was on her side and she was surprised that this position worked; he slid his balls
along her leg as he continued to thrust his meat into her sopping cunt.

She knew that if
he drove it in all of the way that he would really penetrate her tender womb with his
turgid cock.
He picked up speed in this position, but he was careful not to drive the full length of
his black cock into her.

Just when Betty began approaching another of her sexual peaks,
he slowed down again, the strain showing on the muscles of his dark face.
Betty wanted to scream with frustration, but she could only moan helplessly under his
bulk.
He began to turn her again, rolling her onto her soft stomach.

Betty felt powerless in
his strong grip, and didn’t try to resist as she was rolled over while he fucked her.
She lifted her leg as high as it would go as she spun, avoiding kicking him in the
stomach by only an inch.

As she flopped onto her chest, she felt his cock still digging
into the depths of her body.

Betty looked out of the corner of her eye and saw Shorty reach for the pillow that had
been placed under her head while she had been bound.

He lifted her hips off the bed.
With one quick motion he shoved the pillow under her cunt.

She was now jacked up in
the air about two more inches.
As soon as Shorty began to fuck, Betty realized that he had done this because it allowed
him deeper penetration.

And she couldn’t understand why he wanted that, he was so
big.

She felt his pubic arch hit against her asscheeks as he drove his cock into her
reddened cunt.
She felt her insides on fire another time.

His prick was like a poker, rubbing her to
flames of passion.

She could feel her clit becoming puffed up and sensitive as it rubbed
against the soft pillow.

Then she began flying like a rocket.

She could tell by Shorty’s
puffs and pants that he was becoming as excited as she was.
His strokes began to go deeper and deeper into her cunt as his speed increased.

Betty’s
head was swimming in ecstasy as she arched her ass up at the driving cock and buried
her face in the sheets.
Again and again he drove into her, going deeper each time he stroked.

She could feel
the thick, black meat digging into the very center of her pussy as he fucked with
obvious abandon.

The throbbing cock felt wonderful in her arched twat; she could feel
the soft folds of her labia harden with excitement.
His strokes slowed suddenly and Betty thought that he was going to start turning her
again.

He reached under her chest and grabbed her soft tits, squeezing them as his cock
began throbbing wildly inside of her pussy.
She ached for release as her nubbin of pleasure began buzzing like a live wire.

Suddenly

she felt all hot and wet inside.

He was coming, squirting large globs of cum into the
depths of her tender cunt.

He pulled back again, and then jammed his hips hard at her
ass, his cock sinking inches into her womb.

Then she felt herself gush, her orgasm
pouring fluid over the pulsing prick.
Her juices and his were steaming inside of her in a turmoil.

She felt the cauldron of her
cunt expand to allow the juices from her orgasm and Shorty’s spewing cock to mingle
inside of her.

Then as his cock shriveled, and a space was formed around it, the
steaming juices shot out of her, running down her thigh in thick gobs.
Shorty moaned for the last time and collapsed.

She took his great weight on her back
and then rolled, tumbling him off her.

She could hear voices buzzing all around her,
but she couldn’t understand what they said.

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THE DOG’S GIRL – Dog Sex Story – Chapter 3

THE DOG’S GIRL – Dog Sex Story – Chapter 3

Buddy’s hand slipped uncontrollably down her slit, so that his fingers almost hit her
asshole.

He drew them back up, allowing them to linger at the cuntmouth, exploring
the folds of her cuntlips.
Betty felt new sensations washing her body from head to foot.

She felt unabashed and
free as the passion coursed through her body.
Then Buddy suddenly pulled his hand out of her skirt, and she felt a void forming in
the middle of her belly.

She wanted it back, and she wanted it now.

She couldn’t help
showing it, and she didn’t care if she did.

She reached for Buddy’s hand to force it back
into her skirt, but he already had his arms under her and was lifting her up.

In
desperation she shoved her hand beneath her skirt, pulled back the clitoral hood, and
began rubbing the little, hot point of pleasure as hard as she could.
"You sure want it now!" laughed Buddy, carrying her toward the door to his bedroom.
She didn’t answer, but just lay limp in his muscular arms, squeezing her inflamed
clitoris between her forefinger and thumb violently, rolling her head in ecstasy.
Betty felt like she was floating as she was carried into the bedroom.

As she was set on
the bed, she pulled her hand out of her skirt and expected Buddy to put his back in, but
he didn’t.

He stood over her, staring at her full, voluptuous breasts while unbuttoning
his fly.

As the fly fell open to reveal the giant bulge at his Jockey shorts, Betty gasped
and put her hands over her breasts, as if to protect herself from the large weapon.
"Please take your hands away," Buddy said, moving his hands up to his shirt.
Betty slowly removed her hands from her mounds of luscious flesh.

Her hands slid

down her ribs, her tits jiggling as they were released.
"I just can’t get enough of an eyeful of them," Buddy said as his eyes refused to move
from the globes.
Betty flushed for the first time, being sober enough to know what was going on.

The
passion in her was telling her to pull off her skirt, but as she watched Buddy’s shirt fall
from his hairy chest she decided to wait and let him do it.
His light blue shirt fell to the floor behind him, his broad shoulders looking stronger
and more virile when naked.
Betty sighed and watched him reach down and push the slacks down his waist, allowing
them to drop to the floor.

Now he stood with only his bulging Jockey shorts on.
He moved his eyes from Betty’s breasts and looked her straight in the eyes.

She wanted
to watch his cock emerge when he pulled his shorts off, but his eyes hypnotized her like
the proverbial snake and bird.

She couldn’t turn away from his gaze.
After he stood back up from dropping his Jockey shorts, she finally tore her eyes from
his and looked at the engorged cock pointing at the ceiling.

She thought it looked as
big around as her wrist, but she knew that that couldn’t be true.

She could see the
purple veins standing out along the shaft even in the dim candle-lit room.

The pulsing
prick was as hypnotic as his eyes.

She felt calmed by the bobbing of his cock, but she
couldn’t take her eyes off of it.

Even as he approached and the cock began bobbing up
and down wildly, her eyes still followed its motion.
He placed one knee on the double bed and pulled at Betty’s skirt.

Her eyes now shifted
to his hands and she watched as her muff of soft pussy hair was exposed.

She would
have been embarrassed, but the light was too romantic, and the passion in her loins was

too intense.
"What a beautiful cunt!" exclaimed Buddy.
Betty had never heard words like that, but she was strangely not shocked.

It seemed
totally natural and right.
He pulled the skirt and panties off her ankles and then stood up, holding them and
staring fixedly at the light-brown muff of her pretty cunt-hair.

Betty had dug her hands
into the bedspread in quiet anticipation of something horrible, but nothing happened.
She relaxed her grip and looked back up at Buddy.
He was smiling broadly as his hand went down to his cock and he squeezed it tightly,
making the silky head turn red and puff out.

Betty sighed.

She thought that he was
hurting himself, but the reassuring smile was still glued to his face.
The bed bounced slightly and her tits bounced with it.

Buddy put one leg and then the
other onto the mattress.

Betty’s fingers again dug into the spread as she realized that
now she was going to be fucked.

She felt a perverse desire to get it over with.
Buddy gently took her by the knees and spread her legs, revealing the moist, glistening
slit of her cunt.

If Betty could have seen it, she was sure she would have been
embarrassed; but she could only see the muff of soft pussy hair.
Buddy sighed as he climbed between the spread limbs.

Betty watched as his mouth
dropped open in awe.

She smile to herself that she could affect a man in that way,
though it had never entered her mind to try it before.
She was strangely happy to be here with Buddy, although she told herself that it was
the alcohol that was making her do it.

Betty knew that he thought she was sober, and

that disturbed her a little.

But as soon as the hot glans of his cockhead touched her
moist cuntlips she forgot everything but that stiff prick at her twat.
"Oh, sweet Jesus!" she moaned, digging her fingers even deeper into the already
bunched up spread.
"Hold still, honey," Buddy warned as he tried to push his hips forward.

He was blocked
by Betty’s maidenhead, but kept right on pushing.
Betty didn’t know what was happening.

She had expected him to just force that hunk of
meat into her cunt and start pumping.

Then she remembered her maidenhead at the
same moment Bud did – he pulled back just as she was about to tell him that she was a
virgin.
"I’m going to have to break your cherry with my fingers," said Buddy with a serious
smile.
He moved his muscular bulk across her body, planting kisses on her breasts and
stomach.

He then ran his mouth down along her slit, but Betty balked at having her
genitals touched by his mouth.

She was more embarrassed for him than herself.

She
wondered how anyone could do that, though she had read that many people preferred
it.

She stopped wondering as his tongue dipped into her cuntlips, and her passions
soared.

She could even feel the muscles in her twat loosening up for penetration.

She
knew now why he was doing it to her.
He pulled his head away and insinuated his finger into her cunt.

Betty tried to squirm
onto it, she wanted it so much.

She would have been ashamed of her passion, but it was
so strong that there was no room for regret or hesitation; she just pushed her hips
toward him and moaned loudly.

Betty felt his forefinger slide into the virginal muscles of her cunt, spreading them as it
went.

She could feel her cunt walls separating to make room for the intruding finger.
"Mnnnn!" she moaned.
His finger went deeper until it hit the tough membrane.

She thought that it must be
really tough, having stayed in place for twenty-four years.

She wasn’t proud that it was
there right now, though an hour ago she would have sworn that her maidenhead would
always be in place.

It was a hindrance now because she wanted sex so bad.

She wanted
it so bad that she had her head spinning from the anticipation of it.
Buddy pushed again and again at her hymen, stretching it out and then letting it
bounce back into place.

Betty imagined that she could feel it being stretched to the
breaking point more than once, but it refused to break.
Suddenly he gave an extra powerful plunge and the hymen broke.

It felt like an elastic
band had been stretched inside of her and was suddenly cut, releasing all of the tension
in her body.

She didn’t understand it as such, but she had just had her first orgasm.
Buddy pulled his finger out and it was covered with something, but it was too dark for
Betty to see just what.

He moved quickly into the bathroom and came back with clean
hands.

Betty decided to not ask what it was; she was afraid of what he would tell her.
He seemed to be anticipating the question, and when it didn’t come, he seemed to be
relieved.
He mounted the bed again, moving between Betty’s still spread legs.

She held out her
arms and took his weight onto her chest, the hair of his chest bristling against her
nipples, making them stand erect again.

She was beginning to really enjoy sex, Buddy
was so strong and gentle at it.

He reached down and placed his cockhead at the entrance to her pussy.

She waited
with tensed muscles for the plunge, but he moved slowly and with care.

She had her
arms around his back and pulled on him to tell him to do it rapidly.
"Let’s go slow so you won’t be hurt," he said.

But she ached to have the thick, pulsing
meat buried deep inside of her itching, moist cunt.
He moved his hips gently, the glans of his cock pulsing at her cuntlips.

Slowly the shaft
began to descend into the wet tunnel, pushing aside the tissues as it went.

Betty could
feel that the pussy hair was being drawn in with his dry cock.

It felt like she was going
to be turned inside out, but she didn’t mind.
The shaft went deeper and deeper as Betty’s head began to spin more and more.

I’m
being fucked! she thought as the impact of the scene finally hit her.

She arched herself
up to the driving rod, carrying Buddy a couple of inches off the bed.
"Calm down," he said.

"You’ll have had plenty of this cock before we’re through."
That sounded more ominous to Betty than she would have liked, but she soon forgot it
as his cock was finally in her to the hilt, touching her cervix.
"Oh! Jesus H.

Christ!" she yelled, unable to contain herself even a little bit.
"You sure take to this," Buddy said between hoarse breaths, "especially compared to
how long you fought me."
Now that she was really being fucked Betty knew that she was going to be in for some
hard times.

But these times right now were so soft and gentle at Buddy’s hands that she
fell back into the feeling of passion and pleasure.

Buddy began withdrawing his mighty cock from the depths of her virginal cunt.

She felt
as if he were drawing the life source from her body, leaving her weak and helpless.

She
fought against it, trying to gain back the lost control over her senses, but they had gone
wild.

She saw clear colors flashing in the darkened room, and she heard a buzzing in
her ears like the distant drone of police sirens.
As he pulled back, and his cockhead was the only part of his prick left in her, he raised
his chest off hers and then placed his hands on her jiggling breasts.

She felt his warm
hands cup the full globes of flesh as her nipples tightened into tiny knobs of tense and
impassioned flesh.
He remained like this for a minute, with his back arched in a bow and his teeth gritted
tightly.

Then he plunged his hips quickly at her, driving the moist shaft completely into
her itching twat.
"Oh, yes! Do it!" she screamed, abandoning all pretense of control as his cock fucked
into her.
She suddenly realized that she could be hurt by his tremendous cock, and she balked as
he pulled slowly out again.

But then she remembered how kind Buddy was being to
her, and she relaxed, feeling his cock being shoved in and out of her tender parts.
His speed picked up and she felt herself melting away, his driving thrusts filling and
then emptying her pussy of his giant tool.
"OH! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she cried out, knowing that she had thought that she would
never use those words.
"I’ll do my best," laughed Buddy, sweat dripping down his forehead.

Every time he thrust at her, she felt him grip her breasts harder with his muscular
hands.

The passion in her was a fire, burning from her belly to her chest.
She moaned and accepted every pump of his hips gratefully, feeling the probing cock
going deeper into her cunt.
His body had become a jackhammer, ramming her tender body with rapid, driving
blows.

By the look in his eyes Betty could tell that he was truly in ecstasy.

She bent her
back in order to take in more of the new and wondrous cock.
"I’m…

I’m going to…

COME!" Buddy yelled as he continued driving his meat into her.
Betty didn’t understand what he meant at first, but as the hot liquid flowed into her
abdomen, she definitely understood.
He then drove his hips for the last time, the glans of his cockhead finding its way into
her womb.

She buckled and let out an animal-like groan, a feeling more intense than
anything she had ever experienced before washing through her pent-up body.
She could feel his cock pulsing fluid into her cunt even after he had collapsed on top of
her.

Her cuntlips clamped sporadically around the buried shaft as if they were trying to
draw it deeper and deeper into her cunt.
She slipped into a sleep.

Buddy fell asleep on top of her, his limp cock shriveling up
inside of her spent pussy.

About two hours later she woke up in a fright, having dreamed that she had lost her
virginity.

As soon as she saw Buddy lying on top of her in his great bulk, she knew it

was true.

She began crying and pounding on his sleeping shoulders.

He woke up.
"What’s the matter?" he asked.
"Take me home.

Take me home!" she demanded, tears streaming down her face.
"Why don’t you spend the night here?" he asked kindly.
"Because I want to go home!" She was still crying uncontrollably as he lay on top of
her.
Buddy rolled off her, looking puzzled, and he started to pull on his pants.

She jumped
up and threw on her clothes too.

She didn’t look at him throughout the entire
procedure.

If she had, she would have seen that there was only kindness in his eyes.
As he drove her home, he tried to cheer her up, but her mind was set against it.
After he left, she cried herself to sleep.

She kept telling herself that he had taken
advantage of her being drunk and had raped her.
When she awoke in the morning, she swore that she would never speak to him again.

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