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Filmed With Dogs
Chapter 4
Charlotte rolled over in the soft bed, luxuriating in the
black satin sheets. She stretched with a gaping yawn and kicked
the covers off her lithe naked body. She sat up, her face bright,
relaxed, her eyes alert and full of life.
She stretched again, her tits rising, the nipples pointing
toward the door. It had been three days since she had knocked on
Felicia's front door, three days of discovering herself and her
desires. At first, she had been over come with shock, then shock
gave way to disbelief, and the night before disbelief had been
displaced by her own passions.
Without the drug, she had become the temptress, flaunting
herself at Felicia and her handsome brother, Craig. After dinner,
she had ended up in bed with them both for one of the most
fantastic fucks of her life. Except for the rare moments with
George when she had let her hair down, this one had been the best.
A new beginning.
A knock on the door brought her back to the present. "C'mon
in," she purred contentedly. Since she had succumbed to her
passion, the door was kept unlocked.
Felicia pushed open the door and came in. Khan was by her
side, obedient and ever alert. "How do you feel this morning?"
A soft dreamy expression swept over Charlotte's beautiful
face. She fell back on the bed and laughed. "Marvelous, Felicia.
Absolutely marvelous!" She slapped the bed and smacked her lips at
the jet-black Doberman. "C'mon, Khan, canon up here."
Felicia tapped the monstrous dog on the rump and he leaped up
on the bed, wagging his stub of a tail and panting happily, his
long tongue drooping out the side of his mouth.
Felicia watched with an interested eye and a twinge of
satisfaction. Her judgment about the petite woman and her dormant
passions had been right. It made her feel good.
"Ooooo, you handsome pooch," Charlotte purred. She hugged
the large beast with the glossy black fur. "Today is going to be
our day," she told him, squeezing him affectionately around his
thick neck and rubbing her tits into his fur.
Felicia sat on the edge of the bed, her large tits jiggling
under her flimsy black lace robe. She stroked Khan's rump,
enjoying Charlotte's enthusiasm. "You ready to come down to
breakfast?"
"I don't know," Charlotte said, feeling deliciously naughty,
just like when she had played hooky from school. "Maybe I'll just
lay around in bed all day and play with my pussy--or yours--or
Khan's cock."
"Feeling pretty good, huh?"
"Better than good! Terrific! Last night was something out
of a dream. All week has been like a dream." An exciting tremor
swept through her as Khan licked her face and neck.
Instinctively, she backed away as some of her old fears surged
through her.
"You still have a few of your fears to iron out," Felicia
laughed. She pulled the Doberman over to her by his studded
collar. "I guess you'll still have them for a while."
"Not for long," Charlotte vowed. "Not after seeing all the
things I've been missing and how repressed I've been. If George
could see me now!"
She giggled devilishly, fondling herself freely, kneading the
flesh of her tingling skin, no longer shy, no longer ashamed of
the sexual feelings she had always denied herself.
"George would be proud. Speaking of George," Charlotte said
abruptly, "how did you ever fix it so he wouldn't worry about me
when I didn't show up at my sister's?"
"I was wondering when you'd get around to asking," Felicia
said, a grin on her face, her blue eyes sparkling devilishly.
"I was going to ask you, but I've either been fucking or
sleeping. And last night--the three of us, you and your brother
and me--we sort of got carried away."
"You mean, you got carried away," Felicia corrected. "It
made me feel good to see you act so naturally--and without the
drug too." Felicia stroked the quiet dog's head, her long fingers
touching his jowls.
Charlotte leered at the huge black-haired beast, her eyes
bright, glistening with a desire to take the dog on her own. She
blinked. "About George ... I want to know how you managed it."
'fit was simple," Felicia paused. "George knows all about
it." She let the statement hang.
Charlotte's face reddened with shock, then blazed with rage.
"The rotten bastard!" she snarled maliciously, her jaw tight.
"The dirty rotten fuckin' bastard!" She was breathing hard, anger
welling up inside of her small, compact body.
Felicia stroked Charlotte's slender leg. "Think about it for
a moment, Lotty. George did you a favor." Her hand skimmed up
the small woman's thigh to her pussy mound and the thick foliage
of dark-red curly cunt hair. She kept her hand there, cupping the
furry mound. "He loves you."
"Then why this?" At that moment she hated him, hated her
husband with all her heart.
Felicia's hand began to move almost imperceptibly on
Charlotte's pussy, caressing the soft mound with her palm. "If
you think about it, you'll know why. You've been married quite
some time now and George has asked you to do many things, but
you've constantly refused him. You wouldn't try anything
different, or even give him the notion that you would consider it.
Your sex-life has been very dull."
Charlotte was calming down and the words rang true, only too
true. She blinked, a tear rolling down her flushed cheek, and she
heaved a heavy sigh. She found herself nodding in agreement.
"He could have said, the hell with you, and had affairs or
divorced you, but he loves you. He wanted you free from your
hang-ups and the way you were raised by your parents so that you
two could enjoy the rest of your lives together."
Charlotte felt foolish. Every word Felicia said was true.
She had been, except for rare occasions, very selfish in bed,
accepting, never giving--only receiving.
"How did he meet you?" Charlotte finally asked. She
squirmed, Felicia's thumb going into her cunt.
"I've known George for a long time. Craig introduced us."
"Did you ever fuck George?"
"I made it with him and my brother. And a few times with
George and a dog." She smiled at Charlotte. "George certainly
got off when I made it with a dog."
Charlotte was amazed and needed to know more. "Was it before
we were married?"
"Yes."
Charlotte felt a load being lifted off her shoulders. If he
could be faithful while having all the exotic delights at his
fingertips, then he must certainly love her.
"I met him again a few months ago," Felicia continued to
explain, her thumb turning Charlotte's pussy into a pool of oozing
cunt-cream. "We got to talking and the conversation got around to
you, and I suggested this. At first, he was reluctant. Then I
explained that if his feelings about your latent sexuality were
true, he'd be doing you, as well as himself, a favor. He agreed
and we set it up for this week." She slipped three fingers into
Charlotte's pussy, feeling the heated wetness. "I hope you
understand now."
"Unnnnn," Charlotte hummed, her hips wriggling. She pressed
down against the woman's fingers in her cunt--her tantalizing
fingers. "You won't say anything about me fucking your brother,
will you?"
"It doesn't matter. George understands. He knew that once
you were here, my brother and I would both enjoy you."
Charlotte gulped. "He did this all because he wanted me to
make it with animals?"
"No," Felicia corrected. "He did it because he loves you and
wanted you to enjoy sex the way it should be enjoyed, the way you
always inwardly wanted to enjoy sex, but were too afraid to admit
to yourself. You did nothing here that you didn't want to do--the
drug only heightened those desires that were hiding in you. We
only brought them out in the open for you and your husband to
enjoy."
Charlotte's head was spinning, half from the torturous
fingers in her cunt and half from the knowledge she just received.
"Then I might as well learn everything there is about my own
sexuality."
"I'm glad you feel that way. George knew that once your
barrier was broken and you were home again, you would be a more
loving wife and he, in turn, would be able to be a more loving
husband. What happens to you in this house will be an experience
the two of you can enjoy over and over again in the future. Most
of your visit here has been filmed. The films are a present from
me."
Felicia took off her robe. "How would you like to have a
taste of Khan's prick before we go down to breakfast?"
Charlotte's head whirled. "Whewwwww," she sighed. "I ... I
..."
"Think of George and how much pleasure you'll be able to give
him once you come to grips with yourself completely. You've
already accepted sex with me and three-way sex without the drug.
Why not climb over that last hurdle and make it with my handsome
Khan?" She placed her juice-stained fingers at Charlotte's mouth.
"Taste your own cunt-cream."
Greedily, Charlotte sucked the creamy foam off of Felicia's
fingers, enjoying the taste of her own cunt. "I'm nervous," she
admitted, "but I want to--not only for George--but for myself."
She stared at the dog, seeking courage. She wanted Khan, the ache
in her cunt told her that.
Felicia climbed to the head of the bed. Her massive tits
bounced as she became comfortable, crossing her long sensuous legs
and sitting like an erotic golden statue, her eyes glittering
mysteriously. "I'll watch."
Charlotte cuddled up to the dog, rubbing her naked body
against his fur. She shivered with a growing desire for him. The
dog's fur felt warm against her flesh and she wrapped her arms
around his thick neck, letting her fingers trail along his mouth
and teeth.
"I'm creaming myself," she sighed aloud, his stubby tail
hitting her clit as it wagged. "Even drugged all I ever did was
play with him and let him eat me."
"It was all you needed to overcome the initial shock of
having sex with animals. You watched me eat him. It's just like
eating George."
"I never ate George that much," she confessed.
"I know," Felicia said, then winked. "You two are going to
have a lot of catching up to do once you return home."
Charlotte giggled in nervousness. A growing passion soon
replaced her uneasiness.
Khan whimpered, squirming on his side, waiting for Charlotte
to do something. He lifted his head and licked her face.
Charlotte purred, accepting his affection as she climbed over
the giant beast. The thick red hair on her head was tousled and
her green eyes mirrored her enthusiasm and lustful desires. Her
tits jiggled delicately as she plopped down next to Khan, one of
his hind legs between her thighs.
"Gonna suck you, my handsome stud," she said as she licked
her lips, stroking his cock sheath. "Gonna suck you off like your
mistress does."
Khan slapped his tongue out and curled it into Charlotte's
open mouth. He plunged into her throat, then out over her soft
lips, trembling in anticipation of what was going to happen to
him. He whimpered like a small pup, his hind leg getting juicy
from Charlotte's seeping pussy.
Khan glanced over at his mistress at the head of the bed, his
black eyes glassy. His tail wagged slightly, relaying to her that
he was happy. Accidentally, his hind leg jabbed into Charlotte's
clit.
"Ooooaahhh!" Charlotte cooed, humping the beast's leg. She
reached down for his cock again, rubbing his balls urgently.
"Ooooo, Khan, get nice and hard for me. Let me see how big I can
get you." She devoted all her attention to the docile animal,
exercising his devil-cock from its sheath.
She flicked out her tongue, swiping up the drool from Khan's
rubbery tongue and slapping her tongue across his pointed fangs.
A hot sizzling ripple raced up her spine. Her hand scratched him
behind the ear while her other hand kneaded his cock out of the
sheath, bringing it to life.
Khan was wriggling in bliss, the woman's hand making him
crazy. He licked her face affectionately, soaking her in doggie
spit. His tongue slapped across her eyes and mouth and he
whimpered, jerking his head as Charlotte tried to grab his tongue
with her mouth.
"Ohhh, Khan, you do make such a good lover."
Charlotte was swimming in a sea of passion, exotic passion,
and she was thrilled. She gouged his large paw through the puffy
lips of her scalding hot pussy, scratching her clit with his
nails. She jerked in heavenly spasms, her head snapping, her eyes
rolling.
Felicia anticipated the last few days with Charlotte and the
things they would share with Khan. Her fingers played at her own
cunt until her seeping cream coated them. She licked them clean,
purring, her blue eyes glued to Charlotte and Khan.
Charlotte dragged the dog's paw through her moist pussy. A
spasm rippled through her cunt and was followed by a rumbling
tremor when his claw came in contact with her exposed purplish-red
clit.
"Uhhhhh, doggie, nice!" She was in heaven.
Closing her thighs, she clamped the dog's leg against her
cunt and clit and grabbed his thick sheath, finding his cock
sticking out halfway. She stroked him with wild fanaticism, her
small, delicate hand riding up and down the thick red glistening
cockmeat. She was creaming all over his leg and getting his prick
stiff and hard at the same time.
Khan, used to the attention of women, lay docile, his hips
moving subtly, whimpering with pleasure. His front paws rested on
Charlotte's shoulders and he licked her face again.
Longing to see his cock, Charlotte sat up, her glassy eyes
riveted to the red cock that jutted out from between his hairy
back legs. Her mouth was dried up, parched from excitement, and
her eyes watered with a sense of euphoria. She had tackled her
fear!
She gazed hypnotically at her hand that had held his cock
shaft. It was sticky and gooey from his prick and she brought it
to her mouth and licked the palm of her hand. She purred out
loud, her cheeks flushing red, her blood boiling in her veins,
carrying the lust for the massive beast and his giant cock to
every part of her trim, naked body. She was cured of her fear of
making it with a dog, in fact, she loved it, even craved it!
Khan looked at Charlotte with longing, wanting something done
to his aching cock.
Charlotte knew what he wanted but ignored his whining pleas.
She wanted to play, to enjoy what she was doing, before tackling
his prick and sucking it. She straddled his mouth with her cunt
and jabbed, banging her clit into his muzzle.
"Bite it, pooch! Bite me!"
"Don't tease him," Felicia moaned, her own lust brimming at
the surface. "It's not right to tease. Give him what he wants."
Charlotte turned her head to face the naked woman. "What
does he want?" she asked breathlessly, a hot leer on her beautiful
face.
"He wants your mouth." Felicia realized that conversation
added to Charlotte's stimulation. "He wants to put his nice hard
doggie cock in your mouth so he can cream your throat with his
cum."
"Ooooo," Charlotte sighed, dizzy with the idea of drinking
the cum of a dog. "Ooooo, Felicia! I don't know if I can really
do it."
"You can," Felicia purred. "You just want to be coaxed."
Charlotte tossed back her mass of long red hair and laughed
in total abandon, completely free of restraint. She humped her
cunt at the dog's snout, reveling in his tongue snaking inside her
creaming pussy as he licked her.
"Ooooo, he's eating me! Licking my cunt!" She was ready
now, anxious to begin the real delight. She dropped to her side,
wriggling down to his cock, her hands gripping the tremendous
hard-on that jutted out strong and fierce. "He's sooo big. He'll
choke me to death!"
Felicia came down to the foot of the bed to show Charlotte
what to do. "Lick it like this," she said, her tongue slithering
up the length of the dog's cock. Khan shook.
Charlotte nodded and followed suit, her tongue sliding up the
sticky length of Khan's giant cock. She shook from the first
contact, pulled her head away and gasped.
"Ohhh, my God, I did it! I really did it!"
"Not quite," Felicia giggled, her huge tits crushed beneath
her as she lay on her belly, her rounded ass perched high, her
fingers gouging out her own cunt. "Do it again." She humped her
fingers, her eyes on fire, glaring at Charlotte and the dog's
cock. "Do it again or I'll suck him off and you'll go hungry."
She was hot, bubbling hot, her fingers sticky with Juice.
"Oooo, noooo," Charlotte gasped, going back to Khan's cock.
"His prick belongs to me this morning." She licked his prick,
bringing her tongue up from his balls, over his extended shaft and
across his seeping piss slot.
Khan shivered, his taut, muscular body rippling with power.
His whimpering cries were ignored for the moment as Charlotte
continued to use him as a toy.
"Easy, Khan," Charlotte purred, stroking his furry balls and
the tight knot at the base of his cock. "Be patient and I'll suck
you dry." She giggled, hefting his huge balls in her small hand.
"God, he must have a gallon of the stuff in him."
"It'll seem that way when he's coming," Felicia said,
keeping herself at a delicious peak, waiting for Charlotte to stop
being frivolous and get down to a real blowjob.
With her heart pounding, Charlotte opened her mouth, clamped
her lips against his exposed cock, and sucked, her tongue swishing
across his prick. She gulped, keeping her mouth around his
hulking cock and sliding ho fused lips back down to his balls.
Her courage mounted as she slid back tip his pointed prick with
her clinging lips.
Khan whined. Tiny yelps of ecstasy and helplessness came
from his huge powerful-looking body. He jerked his back paws and
tried to attain a foothold with his front paws. He didn't
succeed. He had to cum, but Charlotte's slow pace wouldn't allow
it.
Khan's head turned to his mistress for help, his eyes
pleading. Felicia was too involved in watching Charlotte's mouth
and too busy with her own pussy to be concerned. The horny beast
dropped his head back to the mattress, a pawn to the passions of
the two beautiful women.
Felicia sat up abruptly. "Let him fuck your mouth," she
exclaimed, her face aglow with desire. "Get on the floor. It'll
be so much better!"
Charlotte lifted her head. Her eyes were hazy, flooded with
a passion that knew no bounds, and she swallowed uneasily. "I'm
afraid ..."
Yet, she craved it. An image of Khan mounting another dog
formed in her mind. Her mouth would be the other dog. She would
be the bitch. She nodded her approval before she could change her
mind. Quickly, she got down on the floor.
"Like this?" she asked excitedly.
"Yes," Felicia hissed. "Lean your head back." She climbed
off the bed and snapped her fingers. Khan leaped to her side,
whimpering annoyingly. She stroked his head. "You're gonna get
it now, boy, don't worry. The right way."
Charlotte trembled, waiting for Felicia to help the dog into
position. "Hurry," she urged, her voice straining, cracking.
"Hurry!"
The tall blonde led the giant Doberman between Charlotte's
outstretched legs, allowing Khan to lick her face before she
helped him up. "Okay, my horny pet, she's all yours." She tapped
the bed with her hand, and Khan barked, immediately understanding.
He had done it this way often enough.
Charlotte moaned and uttered a childlike gasp. The monstrous
dog slapped his huge paws on the bed and blanketed her head with
his body.
Charlotte gazed in panic and lust at the gargantuan cock
angled for her mouth. She wiggled into a better position.
In the blink of an eye, Khan was jabbing her face, aiming
haphazardly, furiously trying to plant his doggie cock in her
mouth. Whimpering and dancing on his back legs, Khan stabbed
Charlotte's face, seeking entry to the wetness of her mouth. But
he couldn't find it. His prick jabbed her teeth, her cheeks, her
chin, everywhere but where he wanted.
Finally, as Charlotte adjusted her head to accommodate him,
he found his mark and his prick delved headlong into her waiting
mouth. He let out a woeful howl, mercilessly jabbing,
relentlessly thrusting.
Charlotte gagged and choked, his prick spearing down her
throat, stretching her wide. She understood why Felicia had
chosen this way for her first experience in doggie sucking. There
was no way she could change her mind --she belonged to the dog and
there was no opportunity to get away. She was grateful to the
blonde for her decision. Charlotte knew the dog's first jab would
have thrown her into a panic and she would have taken her mouth
away.
His cock tearing into her throat made her concentrate on him.
The initial shock had passed and she gripped his haunches, holding
him, feeling the power of his slamming body. Her hands flowed up
and down his humping frame, her fingers digging into his fur. She
experienced strange and wonderful sensations as her mouth was
stuffed with doggie cock, and she wallowed in it. She was
actually sucking a dog's cock! It staggered her mind.
Having found the warm wetness of Charlotte's mouth and
throat, Khan went insane. Having been tortured for so long, he
fucked her face savagely, burrowing his cock in her throat with
his massive, pointed cock tip leading the way. He leaned forward
for maximum depth, his huge paws firmly planted on the bed, his
back paws prancing, maintaining his balance as he wildly fucked
the sucking mouth in front of him.
Charlotte found herself shaking in desire. The doggie cock
in her mouth was more than she had asked for--wildly exotic and
wantonly exciting! She used her tongue, experimenting, enjoying,
sucking, her teeth grazing along his thick prick while he rammed
her to the hilt.
Khan howled in raging excitement as her teeth dug along his
sensitive prick, his mighty body lashing his cock into her throat
at a reckless speed. His prick swelled and his balls ached, his
heavy load multiplying.
Charlotte was delirious. She sucked and whipped her tongue
along his cock, grating her teeth along the length as he whipped
it in and out of her mouth. Reaching under him, she caressed the
balls that would soon rupture and drench her with their burdensome
load of cum. She could already feel the warm doggie jism oozing
down her throat.
"Play with his ass," Felicia cried in a hoarse tone. "Play
with his asshole!"
Felicia's words finally penetrated Charlotte's fuzzy lust-
sopped brain. She was so caught up in the dog's fury, that her
pussy was creaming against itself. She reached around him and
placed her finger on his wrinkled ass opening, grabbing his stubby
tail with her other hand while he jabbed his cock brutally down
her throat.
Khan went berserk. He lunged to rid his asshole of the
finger. The action drove his cock farther down her throat, his
heavy balls whacking into her chin. He growled, his rubbery lips
drawn back over his pearl-white fangs. His taut, lean body
glistened with a black sheen and his snarl appeared demonic.
"Finger him! Finger-fuck his asshole!" Felicia shouted
deliriously.
Charlotte obliged with fervor. She plunged her finger in and
out of his ass, feeling the rumbling explosion in his ramming cock
that would soon drench her in doggie jizz. But she still was not
prepared for the next thirty seconds.
Khan's neck stretched to the limit as he glared toward the
ceiling, his black eyes rolling. The next flurry of blows brought
a fireball of jism out his spitting cock tip. He roared his rage,
his prick gushing a bubbling outpour of doggie goo into
Charlotte's gurgling throat.
Charlotte drank it. Thick clumps of jism splattered against
the back of her throat and before she could swallow it all, more
followed. A steady barrage of thick wads turned into a river of
cum. It flooded her mouth, her throat, and gushed from her nose.
She choked and spluttered, doggie cum seeping out the sides of her
clinging lips with each horrendous plunge of his prick.
Even with the awesome load, Charlotte never faltered. She
swallowed as much as was humanly possible, her cheeks full of
doggie cum. It poured down her throat. She took the dog's savage
pace, her finger still imbedded in his asshole. Her finger was
held deep, crooked, her nail scratching his tight ass wall.
Khan became enraged at not being able to rid the finger in
his ass. He yelped, humping her face, his hind legs performing
some kind of erotic dance to keep his balance. His ass jerked in
an effort to dislodge the annoying finger. His prick plowing her
tight throat with a constant deluge of hot molten doggie spume.
Charlotte swooned under the devastating attack. She used her
teeth on his plowing prick, driving and urging him to greater
feats of speed. She sucked his thick cock and drank his river of
cum before it dried up into a last few dying spurts.
She held him, refusing to let him go. She was in shock, her
teeth clamped onto his prick. Her body was stunned, cum dribbling
from her nose and her lips.
Khan growled his discontent and battled the imprisoning
mouth. He sprang forward, landing on the bed, his aching prick
finally free from the maniac who had tortured him.
Felicia stared at Charlotte, an expression of disbelief on
her face. Charlotte did it on her first try! She saw the cum
oozing from the dazed woman and pounced on her, licking her face,
sucking her mouth, and drinking the cum that Charlotte, in her
lust-dulled state, had forgotten to swallow.
Finished, Felicia sat back on her haunches with a hot, sultry
grin on her face.
"How did I do?" Charlotte asked in a daze.
"Fabulous!"
"You think George will like it?"
"He'll cream his pants. Now, you go shower and come down to
breakfast."
Charlotte nodded, still overwhelmed. She hauled herself to
her feet. She swung her ass on the way to the bathroom as if she
were selling it on a street corner.
"You certainly know how to pick them, George," Felicia
muttered to herself. The spent Doberman walked slowly by her side
as she left. "You certainly have got one fantastic wife!"
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