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Filmed With Dogs
Chapter 6
George relaxed in the soft club chair, his eyes glued to the
large television screen. His prick ached painfully. "Jesus
Christ, Felicia," he moaned as the film ended. "You wouldn't
believe she was the same person I married."
"She has changed, hasn't she." Felicia laughed, a low
sensuous laugh. "You really knew it was all buried right below
the surface. I sensed it myself the first time I saw her standing
at the door."
"The few times she let herself go in bed told me," George
said. He sighed deeply. "I don't know how to thank you."
"You don't have to thank me at all. It was a ball. Christ,
she's an animal once she gets started."
"Just like you, huh?" George said, leering at Felicia and
remembering the times he had been lucky enough to make it with
her.
"You certainly know how to pick them."
George leaned over anxiously on the edge of his chair.
"Well, I've seen the movies, when do I get to see Lotty?"
"You're drooling, George." Felicia stood up, her silky robe
clinging to every delicious curve of her long statuesque body.
She walked like a cat toward the door, every move a study in
sexuality. Khan's sleek body moved in sync with his-mistress's.
She stopped at his chair, a long nail caressing down his
cheek. "Maybe the two of you will stop by some evening for a
visit. Craig and I can use a change once in a while."
A tremor seized him. "After Lotty and I have a chance to
enjoy our new life together, I'll mention it to her." He slapped
the blonde playfully on the ass. "Now bring me my wife or I'll
tear the place down searching for her."
Felicia smiled mischievously and went over to the door and
opened it. "Come on in, Lotty. George is straining at the
reins."
Charlotte came into the room wearing the same tight-fitting
jeans and sweater she had worn a week earlier when she had first
come to the house. The only noticeable difference was in her face
and the way she moved her petite body. There was an aura of
sexuality about her, her face radiated it and she moved with a
catlike assurance, unlike the stiff way she used to walk. Liquid
sex was the only thing George could think of as his wife came
towards him.
Charlotte smiled. "I should be mad at you," she purred,
ruffling his dark wavy hair and perching her ass on the arm of the
big chair, her hip bumping into George's arm. "I'm not mad
though. But when I first found out, killing you went through my
mind." She laughed, not a stiff laugh, but an open and honest
one. She plopped over into his lap, kissing him full on the
mouth, her tongue plunging into his surprised wetness.
"Unnnnnn," he moaned, devouring her tongue, the fire in his
balls raging out of control. He mauled her arms and shoulders,
groping for her tits.
"I'll leave you two alone," Felicia said, a satisfied smile
on her full, glistening lips.
Charlotte nodded to Felicia, sucking on George's tongue and
waving her hand with an air of casualness. "Ooooo, George," she
mewed, rubbing her soft denim-clad ass against his prick. "Your
cock is hard as a rock."
"From watching all those movies of you," he groaned, his
hands pawing her tits through her sweater as she squirmed on his
lap. "It drove me crazy, watching you."
"I'm glad," she murmured, feeling his hard-on throbbing
against her soft-rounded ass. "I'll bet Felicia turns you on too,
huh?" She reached down and wiggled her fingers under her ass,
jabbing his cock.
"She's sexy as hell," he groaned.
Charlotte purred, "Am I sexy?"
Christ, yeah," he moaned. He buried his face in her neck,
chewing on the warm flesh. "Sexiest bitch in the world."
"Mmmmmmmm, I'm glad you think so," Charlotte sighed. Already
the fire in her pussy was spreading. "Did you like seeing me with
Khan?"
"Unnnnn, yeaaaaah," he moaned heatedly. The scent of her
sweet-smelling perfume attacked his senses. "I almost creamed
myself." He cupped a bare tit underneath her sweater and squeezed
the few meat.
"Oooooo, George." She pressed his band harder against her
tit. "How about the films of Felicia and me?" She was swirling
in a cloud of passion. "Did you like them?"
"Shit, baby," he growled. He lifted her sweater, baring her
firm creamy tits. "It drove me out of my fuckin' skull!"
She stood up, swaying on her feet in front of her husband.
He leered at her heaving tits, the sweater up around her
neck. "Let's get out of here and go home," he groaned. "I gotta
fuck you."
"Why not here?" she asked, licking her lips. She flipped her
sweater up over her head and rubbed her tits openly, brazenly, a
thing she had never done for George before. "I'm so hot, my sexy
husband."
He stared at her, absorbing the change in her. She was
completely at ease, the hot sexy bundle he always knew she could
be. A lewd grin passed over his strong-featured face. "Why not?"
he said.
"I'm glad." Her fingers worked the zipper of her jeans. She
peeled them down and George watched them drop to her ankles. She
stepped carefully out of her jeans, completely naked, her petite
body perfectly shaped, her reddish patch of pussy hair neatly
trimmed. "You surprised?"
"It's hard to imagine you like this. You always acted so
prudish, so shy." He forced back a lump in his throat.
"I've always been like this, George." Her body swayed. "I
think you always knew it. I guess I was too backward to admit it.
But not anymore." She parted her cuntlips for him, the red oozing
gash visible to George's hungry stare.
"It's marvelous losing all my damn hangups," Charlotte added,
feeling wonderful. She stepped to the side of his chair. "Finger
me, honey, my pussy's soaked."
George gouged his fingers through her moist cuntlips, the
juices flowing over his imbedded fingers. He felt the tugging
muscles inside her tight pussyhole.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" Charlotte humped her husband's fingers with
frantic jerking motions of her hips. "George, ohhhhhh!" She rode
his digging fingers, rotating her trim hips in tight quick
circles. "Ooooooo ..."
Pulling away, she stood in front of him again. Her face was
flushed. She snapped her fingers.
Khan, who was seated on the other side of the room, loped
over to her side. She hissed in her breath, petting the obedient
dog's large head. He licked her thigh with affection.
"I used to be afraid of him."
George was out of his skull. The sight of his sexy wife
standing naked beside the giant, menacing-looking Doberman
staggered his mind. The film of her sexual games were mild
compared to seeing her here where he could reach out and touch her
while she played with the black-haired, ferocious-looking beast.
Charlotte saw the expression on his face. "You're not
dreaming, my darling." She grabbed Khan by his studded collar and
pulled him over in front of her. She humped her red-haired pussy
into his snout slowly and erotically. "Ooo, I love it when he
licks me, honey. His tongue goes soooo, soooo deep into me."
George's hand gripped his harden, it pounded like a raging
toothache. His entire groin was in agony. His eyes were fastened
on his wife's crotch and the dog's beastly snout. He watched the
hairy animal lick his wife's cunt and lap up her seeping juices.
She pushed her cunt into the dog's muzzle with more
determination. "George! His tongue is wiggling inside my cunt.
I'm creaming on his tongue. God, it feels good!" She stared at
her husband, her eyes telling him she was in bliss. "Am I making
you happy?"
Wordlessly, George nodded, then he cleared his throat while
rubbing his cock through his pants. "Yeaaaaah, baby!" His voice
was laden with emotion. "You're driving me out of my fuckin'
mind!"
"I want to make you happy, George." She dropped to her knees
and crawled between her husband's legs. "I'm going to make you
real happy now, my darling."
Her fingers were quickly on his zipper, pulling it down. She
fished inside his pants. Her tiny hand wound around the thick
throbbing meat of his cock and she lugged it out, whimpering with
joy when she laid her eyes on it. Her desire for her husband's
cock was fully evident in her sizzling hot gaze.
"Unnnnn, honey baby!" he groaned, delirious with happiness as
her hot hand milked and squeezed the shaft of his aching prick.
"Christ, I'm going out of my God damn fuckin' mind!" He jabbed up
into her tight fist, his balls swelling with his rumbling cum.
"I'm glad," she moaned. "It's always going to be like this."
Her hand shifted up and down his cock. "There's so many things
for us to do together, now that I've-been liberated from myself."
"Suck it, baby. Put my cock in your fuckin' mouth!" He was
wildly insane with lust for his wife.
"Like this?" She straightened up to bring her mouth to his
prick. Her hot, wet mouth engulfed his prick as she swooped down
on him. Her throat hummed, her mouth full of his cockmeat.
George watched her in awesome amazement. She took the entire
length of his prick down her throat. "Jessssssus!" he hissed,
"GOD!" He jerked up, his prick surrounded by her gripping throat
muscles.
Slowly, scraping her teeth along his veiny prick, she raised
her scorching hot mouth off his cock, her eyes misted with lustful
adoration for her husband. She looked at him, her tongue swiping
across her lips.
"You are delicious, honey. You like the way I did that?"
His voice was gone for the moment. Then he nodded.
"I practiced on Khan," she sighed. "I practiced a lot. It's
like swallowing a sword at the circus." She took his pants down.
"Lift."
George lifted his ass off the chair, his eyes still on his
wife's ass and the sniffing snout of the Doberman. "Do it again,"
he groaned. "My pleasure."
She gulped his cock into her mouth again. Slowly, her tongue
fluttering, her teeth clamped tightly onto his skin. She lowered
her mouth until the hair of his groin was flush up against her
lips. She hummed and rippling vibrations caromed through George's
prick and balls. Her fingers scratched his tight groin, clawing
and scratching, adding just a tinge of pain. It blended
exotically with the pleasures of her suckling mouth and whipping
tongue. "Oooo, baby," George groaned in a daze.
He humped his groin into his wife's face, hurling the head of
his steel-hard cock down her gulping throat. His hands balled
into fists and he arched up off the chair, his face turning red.
His wife performed tricks with her tongue whipping around his hard
prick.
"Ahhhhhhh! Honey, Jesus!"
Charlotte pulled out all the stops. She wanted to show her
husband everything she had learned. She whipped her wet tongue up
and down the length of his rigid cock, her head bobbing. She used
her teeth, biting and alternately sucking. She cradled his balls
with her hand and tried sucking the cum that was swelling the
aching sacs.
George twisted in the chair, his prick ready to burst.
During their entire marriage, she had only sucked him twice, maybe
three times in all, and he had had to do a lot of pleading to get
her to do it. Now she was gulping down his cock as if she had
been doing it all her life.
"SUCK ME! CHRIST! Aghhhh! Your mouth is fantastic!"
Not wanting his cum yet, Charlotte pulled her mouth off his
cock. She looked up at him, a mischievous gleam in her eye, her
hand stroking his spit-soaked cock.
"George. You can't cum yet. I have so many things to tell
you. I want you to know everything."
"At home, baby," he groaned deliriously, "at home. My balls
are busting."
Charlotte giggled dirtily. "You always complained I rushed.
I just want to show you how much I've changed--in every way."
George stared down at his ravishing, naked wife, his eyes
traveling to the huge Doberman who was sniffing and licking her
ass. He groaned. He was out of his fuckin' mind.
"Tell me at home."
"Don't you want to see Khan lick my pussy ... or watch me
play with his cock?" She was pouting like a small child. "Please
... I know it'll make you happy."
A load groan emanated from George's throat, followed by an
agonizing nod. He wanted to see her do the things she mentioned,
wanted to badly. He managed to bring himself under control--an
almost impossible feat.
"Mmmmmmm," Charlotte sighed dreamily, kissing her husband's
bulky cock as her ass wriggled back at the dog. "His tongue is
reaming out my pussy." Her voice, like herself, was dripping with
sex. "I like his tongue in my pussy. It feels so wonderful."
George was reeling. It was a dream come true.
Charlotte rolled away from her husband's hard-on and played
with Khan--a naked nymph romping on the floor with the giant black
dog. "He's sooo gentle too," she purred to her husband, her hands
ruffling up Khan's fur. She wiggled her pussy, Khan's snout in
between the soft puffy folds. "He just loves pussymeat." Her
legs went up in the air. "Ooooo, his tongue is ..." A shudder
racked her as Khan's teeth nipped her erect blood-gorged clit.
George was hypnotically entranced. He sat numbly in the
chair, a frozen body, a slave to his own lust. "Make his cock
hard," he told his wife, his tone coming out raspy and strained.
She giggled, rolling on the floor with the giant Doberman,
capturing Khan's prick with her hand. When the dog fell to his
side, she yanked his cock up and down, her eyes on fire. She
hungered to obey her husband's every wish, yearned to make him
deliriously happy.
"See! See!" she squealed like a delighted child, pointing
out Khan's huge purplish-red cock that had expanded to full-size.
She looked to her husband. "I'll do anything, anything you tell
me."
"Lick it," he said at once, his eyes bulging.
Charlotte immediately lowered her mouth, her tongue fully
extended. She lapped from the dog's balls to his cock tip, then
back down again, her tongue sliding down the sticky wetness.
"Like that?" she asked, her eyes bright. She needed to be
reassured that her husband was happy with the change in her.
She crawled on her knees to her husband, the Doberman leaping
to his feet and nuzzling his snout in her pussy from the rear.
"I've done so many things since I've been here," she said to her
husband, grasping his prick in her small delicate hand. "I'm
dying to show you everything."
She kissed the tip of George's hard-on. "I love your cock,
my darling."
She licked his weighty balls, drenching them in her bathing
spit. Her tongue played along the inner flesh of his thighs and
then up under his balls, lavishing her affection with his cock.
George was in a state of rapture. He had figured his wife
was going to be great, but he never expected this. She was
fabulous! "Has the dog fucked you?" he asked, already knowing,
but wanting to hear her say it.
Charlotte brought her mouth away from her husband's prick.
"Ooooh,yes, George," she sighed hotly, "he's fucked me blind. His
cock goes so fast when its inside my pussy. He fucks great." She
smiled dreamily at the memory. "You wanna see him fuck me?"
"Not now," he groaned hoarsely, yearning to fuck her himself.
"I'll fuck you blind."
"You'll have to buy me a dog, George," she continued. "A
nice trained dog that likes pussy." She giggled devilishly.
"I will, honey. Maybe Felicia will help us pick one."
"I know she will," Charlotte purred, stroking her husband's
cock with lazy pulls up and down his hard prick. "Khan's licking
my asshole with his tongue. "Oooooo! His tongue is wiggling
inside!"
George couldn't control himself any longer. He shoved his
naked wife on the floor. "On your fuckin' back!"
She laughed, blissfully happy, tumbling over. Her legs
flailed, the dog going between them, licking her cunt mound. She
humped her cunt at Khan's digging snout, looking up at George,
watching him tear the clothes off his body.
"We'll fuck my way," she told him, scrambling away, Khan in
hot pursuit.
George didn't care which way they fucked as long as he buried
his cock inside her sweet little pussy. It had been a long week
without her, an entire week without fucking, and he was out of his
mind. Like a madman, he looked down at his wife with his leering
dark stare.
"On your back, George. Get on your back," she purred,
fondling Khan's cock. "I'll ride you. I don't want you shooting
off your load too quickly." She glared at the camera on the wall
and smiled, knowing this film would be a classic and that they
would both enjoy watching it again and again.
The muscles in his face tensed, his cock aching as if it were
his whole body. He had taken enough from his teasing wife. He
grabbed her by her dark-red hair and hauled her to his raging
prick.
"Suck it!" he demanded, wanting to blast her mouth with his
cum for the first time. "SUCK!"
She struggled, loving him more for taking command. "No."
She was adamant. "No!"
He slammed her face into his groin, jamming his hard-on into
her mouth. He lashed at her with his raging prick, sinking it to
the root in her throat, his balls whacking her chin. She had
driven him over the brink. He didn't care about anything except
filling her mouth with his jizz.
With her mouth stuffed with cockmeat, she willingly
surrendered. Her arms snaked around his hips, and she clawed his
ass with her nails. Gagging, she adjusted to his ramming plunges,
working her mouth in unison with his forward lunges, using her
teeth to scrape along his plummeting prick. She whipped her
slashing tongue across his cock head when he brought it out of her
tight gullet. George went insane. A week of abstinence and now
this bombardment of sexual stimuli all at once transformed the
horny husband in to an enraged madman. He flushed, his muscular
frame tightening, a demonic glare in his eyes. His prick had
swelled larger than ever before and his balls rumbled with a fury.
He glared at the ceiling, seeing the camera that was filming the
entire fuck. It was knowing that this suck was going to be on
film that triggered the explosion in his balls.
His prick burst like a spewing volcano, his body quaking in a
seismic shudder. Bubbling hot white cum erupted from his piss
slot and showered the back of his wife's cock-stuffed throat.
"I'm cumming, honey!" he roared in ecstasy. "JESSSUS!" His fists
grabbed his wife's hair and he slammed her face over and over
again onto his squirting cock. A river of endless cum gushed from
the bloated head of his prick.
Charlotte's finger had worked its way to his asshole and was
now digging inside his wrinkled opening, making him jerk wildly in
a vain effort to stop her. She swallowed the heavenly load of
jism and savored each gooey drop. Her mouth sucked like a vacuum,
drawing the stringy cum up from his emptying balls.
Small sensuous orgasms rippled through her as she used the
knowledge she learned from Felicia to please her husband while he
creamed her mouth, teeth, lips, tongue, and gulping throat.
George spewed a constant torrent of viscid cum. His legs
buckled under the strain and he bellowed a blissful howl. Jerking
frantically, he jabbed her face in a furious rampages his fingers
losing their grip on her hair. He lunged forward with a few final
plunges, his prick draining, his balls relieved of their weighty,
aching load. His few last jabs were less demanding, easing,
slowing as he skittered down the other side of his fabulous
orgasm.
Charlotte, her pussy inflamed and yearning for a cock, took
every last drop of his cum in her mouth. Her head bobbed now as
her husband slowed. She sucked and chewed as his prick lost the
unresisting hardness of steel and slowly became the tender pliable
muscle of soft cockmeat. She beat her tongue on her husband's
shrinking prick then pulled away with a contented smile. She fell
back on the floor.
"Christ, baby," George groaned, his sanity returning. "I
couldn't help it. I had to cream your mouth."
"It doesn't matter. We have all afternoon to use this room.
Felicia is filming this all for us."
He nodded, his body numb. "I noticed."
Charlotte leered at his limp cock covered with cum and spit.
"I'm looking forward to getting you hard again. We'll fuck while
Khan fucks my asshole at the same time."
"Has he--?"
"No, I've been saving that for us."
"Jesus, baby. You're the greatest!"
"Then come on down to the floor and let me prove it to you so
that you'll never forget it."
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