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 d**g, she had become the temptress, flaunting herself at
Felicia and her handsome b*****r, 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
b**st 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 s****r'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 sl**ping. And
last night--the three of us, you and your b*****r 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 d**g too." Felicia
stroked the quiet dog's head, her long fingers touching his jowls.
Charlotte leered at the huge black-haired b**st, 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
"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 b*****r. 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
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 b*****r, will you?"
"It doesn't matter. George understands. He knew that once you were
here, my b*****r and I would both enjoy you."
Charlotte gulped. "He did this all because he wanted me to make it with
"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 d**g 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 d**g. 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 d**gged 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
a****ls. 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
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
b**st. 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 b**st'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 a****l, exercising his devil-cock from its
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 bl**d boiling in her veins, carrying the lust for the massive
b**st 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
Khan looked at Charlotte with longing, wanting something done to his
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
"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
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 b**st 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
Charlotte moaned and uttered a c***dlike 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
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
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
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
"How did I do?" Charlotte asked in a daze.
"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!"