Wet snatch for a doggy’s penis

Wet snatch for a doggy’s penis

This dog is so horny he just comes squealing from excitement, his hard cock flashing from under glossy black fur… Fortunately, his owner is anything but a heartless lady – watch Ariel Dog Lover take her pup’s shaft in her pussy!

Carolyn watched in grim despair as Jason Benson wrestled the enormous Great Dane out of his cage and into the sturdy choke chain which

afforded only a meager means of control as he jumped and pawed and slid on the slick tile floor.

She strained frantically at the wide straps which buckled her body immobile upon the molded contours of the dog stanchion, but it was
hopeless. The tight bands held her motionless. She raised her head and looked down. One strap crossed her chest and pulled firmly under her
arms, a second strap was cinched tight across her lower abdomen and buckled down over her hips. With every ounce of strength in her
frightened body, Carolyn strained to free herself. Nothing moved except the bulge of muscles across her stomach and shoulders, pulling until
they screamed She was totally helpless … unless … if her hands were free? … again she tensed and tried desperately to pull her wrists free
but the snare held firm. Was there no way to stop this awful man, this human beast whose monstrous appetites matched those of the animals
he served? No way. No way. Carolyn closed her eyes and let her head fall back on the table with a thump. She could hear the scratching of
the dog’s paws upon the tile and knew he was coming nearer and nearer. Her head rolled from side to side hopelessly. No, oh dear God, NO!
“Now don’t you go to frettin’ over there.”Through the blue haze of near shock, Carolyn heard Mario’s teasing voice above the sound of running
water.

“I’ll come hold your hand just as soon as I get my little friend here washed off.” Mario called to her across the room. “Bravo’s got a damn good
mouth on him but he gets a little messy sometimes.”

Mario chuckled lewdly from his place at the low sink.

“He’s not neat like you were the other night. Why, it was a real pleasure to service you seein’ as how you cleaned it all up after your dinner.”

Carolyn squeezed her eyes tighter shut as if shutting out the sound of his obscene comments. How could he, how could anyone be so ugly?

“Now, the King … you remember the King, don’t cha baby? … he cleans up real well after himself.” His comments came across the room loud
and clear as he turned off the faucet and rolled his wet penis in the towel. “Mannnn, you two were something else!”

“Oh, shut up, SHUT UP!” Carolyn screamed at the loathsome little man. “Just … shut up … OHHHH!”

Carolyn gasped suddenly. Her eyes snapped open. She lifted her head up as high as the restraining bonds permitted and stared in horror
between her splayed legs. Bound to the stanchion stirrups, her legs were forced as far apart as the stretched tendons would allow and bent
almost double like a grasshopper ready to spring away in retreat. Only Carolyn couldn’t retreat from the massive head which peered down at
her through the V- spread of her legs.

His cold wet nose poked first at one bare thigh and then the other, sniffing at the man-scented dots where Mario’s leaking penis had bounced
only moments before. The Dane licked speculatively at her thighs. Carolyn pressed her knees outward until the muscles ached. It was the only
part of her pinioned body that she could move … her knees … and she strove frantically to press them away from the cold probing nose of
the beast at her loins. The effort was a vain one for the dog’s head followed the scant inches of her move with little effort. She fluttered her
knees back and forth, hoping to discourage his eager sniffing, but the movement only caused her splayed lips to part and the hot scent of her
woman hole rose to the dog’s snuffling nose. Instantly, he stopped the inspection of the faint scented flesh and licked his muzzle and whined
softly.

Carolyn winced beneath his warm breath as the dog panted over her open body. The muscles in her neck had begun to cramp. The strain of
holding up her head was too great and she finally let it fall back against the plastic table. She knew it was better that she didn’t watch the
beastly rape of her tender body, but it was like not watching the executioner’s ax. She closed her eyes tight and clamped her teeth and
waited.

Jason stood at the great dog’s side, loosely holding the choke chain, his eyes glued to the exquisite expressions of horror which distorted her
pretty face. The dog’s cold nose poked at the brown curls and Carolyn’s face contorted pitifully. Jason could feel the thrill streaks rushing
through his body as he watched the mental anguish twist the girl’s face into ugly caricatures. He dropped the slack chain from his hand and
slowly rubbed both palms up and down over his groin. One hand passed back and forth over the growing lump of his awakening organ. He
pressed down with his hands, encouraging the growth of the reluctant beast in his britches. It was slow to come, but he didn’t mind. As the
dog warmed up the bitch, he too would warm with need. There was plenty of time, plenty of time. He let his eyes slide slowly down over her
plastic prison and paused to watch the burly animal which hunkered over her trembling cunt. The dog was poking at the open hole now with
his wet snuffling noise. Jason could see the girl wince each time the animal prodded at the opening. Wait till he began to lick that exposed
little button. He couldn’t wait to see the expression on her face then. He rubbed harder at the tingling bump in his pants … and waited.

Mario watched Jason’s distorted leer. What a weirdo, he thought. Hell, everybody likes a piece of wet tail. Most everybody wants the musky
lingering taste of pussy in their mouth after the screwin’ is done. But not this guy. He shook his head and watched his employer’s growing
excitement. He’s gotta scratch his kicks out of the dirt. Just look at him, Mario thought, he ain’t interested in watching the dog lick her pussy.
He ain’t watching the dog’s big prick oozing out of its hole and getting itself ready. Hell, he ain’t even looking at her tits. Got a couple of bolts
loose somewhere. Gotta be. All he cares about is watching the girl’s face and seeing her suffer. He’s fuckin’ the kid’s soul, that’s what he’s
doing, fuckin’ her goddamn soul! Mario shook his head and walked to the side of the stanchion where he could look down at the girl. To each
their own, but he’d rather get in on the action.

“Feel good, baby?” he asked, the faint smile of perversity flicking up the corners of his mouth. “Feel good yet? It won’t take long once he
starts licking that pretty little pussy of yours.”

Mario looked down at the breadth of the dog’s great head nuzzling between the girl’s legs and watched as the wide pink tongue lapped out
and over his dark muzzle.

“Lick the pretty lady, Nero, lick, lick,” he crooned quietly to the dog. “Get ‘er turned on like old King did and you’ll have yourself hung up on a
real bitching screw!”

He laughed at his joke a real ‘bitch-ing’ screw ‹ that’s all the women were to Jason’s dogs, just another bitch in heat. They all smelled like
fuckin’. What the hell difference did it make to an animal? If they smelled right and had a hole to fit around their dog-knot, they got it buried in
’em clear up to the gonads. He watched as the dog licked experimentally at the ragged pink hole. Absentmindedly he rested one hand on
Carolyn’s breast and began to roll the small pink nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His eyes were on the dog’s thick tongue as it
explored the outer crevices of her succulent body. Now and then, his own tongue poked out of its cave and darted back and forth between
his lips. He seemed oblivious to the nipple which grew firm and tight between his rolling fingers. Mario’s eyes were on the furry tongue which
lapped relentlessly at the woman’s open crotch. It was heating up despite her mental damnations. He knew because he could catch the subtle
scent of her juices. He knew the odor well. Mario breathed deep and patted the near- limp penis which still hung from his open fly, washed
clean, but resting from Bravo’s canine ministrations. His time would come again. No hurry. He enjoyed the sensual sight of a woman licked into
the furies of passion‹ whether it was one of Jason’s dogs doing the honors or a man at her crotch‹it was a sexy sight that could stir up a dead
man’s dong. Specially when the gal wasn’t willing.

There was something about the dogs raping a woman and making her like it that bloody well set off his alarm. He leaned over a little to get a
better view of the girl’s stubby little clitoris. Yeah, it WAS standin’ up already. Goddamn, ya had to give the dogs credit where credit was due
‹ they could sure fuzzy up a cold cunt with those rough tongues of theirs. Mario abstractly ran his tongue flat against the roof of his mouth,
trying to feel its texture. Too bad he didn’t have a sandpaper tongue the way he liked to eat hot pussy. He’d drive ’em out of their everlovin’
gourds! He glanced at Jason. His eyes were still on the girl’s face, and he was panting in short gasps of air. Mario grinned and looked at the
girl.

Carolyn’s eyes were closed. Her head no longer rocked from side to side. She was motionless except for an occasional contraction of
swallowing in her throat and the incessant chewing on her lower lip. There were small pearls of cold sweat dancing on her forehead. Beneath
the plastic nest of the table, her fingers knotted into tight white fists and laid tense in their prison bonds.

She could feel the repeated flurries of hot breath against the tender flesh of her exposed body. The wet cold nose poked in and around the
upper edge of her slit, prodding the unwilling nubbin to life. How do you stop the idiot thing from getting hard? How, she screamed silently in
her mind, how? It was beginning to swell. The rough tongue was forcing life into the susceptible slit no matter how hard she tried to control it.
She clamped her jaw tight and prayed the dog wouldn’t get carried away with himself and bite. She would bleed to death. The pain … and the
pain would be unbearable. It would start any minute, she was certain, and it would be unbearable. But there was no pain. The long thick
abrasive tongue rubbed at her private parts and the soft full lips of her vagina purred happily in response.

Little by little, the muscles became less tense. If anyone had been watching, they would have seen her straining body sink slowly, slowly, into
the molded depths of the plastic stanchion. The grasshopper legs softened their rigid discipline and gradually, hardly noticeably, opened to
admit the width of the animal’s massive skull. The heavy muzzle pressed against the soft pink blossom of her body and let the long supple
tongue work at the open slit, sliding in to taste the first wines of her growing need. Carolyn sucked in a deep breath as the tongue searched
deeper, twisting and turning in her woman hole as it would search for the last marrow in a bone. The rough surface seemed to adhere and
cling to her. It felt like the educated tongue of the great dog was coaxing her insides to come out and play where he could get to them and
massage them into assionate submission. She breathed heavily, her full lips parted and damp, her tongue licking now and then around her
moist lips.

She could not move away from the dog’s tireless tongue. Yet she knew she must or, god forgive her, she would behave disgracefully … she
would cum! She would pour the drops of her disgrace freely from her body. That terrible dog’s insatiable tongue would call forth a climax that
she could not stop. His knowing tongue would bury itself in her dark passage and she knew she would cum. She knew she would be unable to
stop. And she would squeeze out the scant teaspoon of body wine and wet his tongue … and she would never, never be able to forgive
herself for her own weaknesses.

It was a weakness of the flesh. That was all, she tried to placate her wounded pride, even the Bible spoke of the sins of the flesh and of the
saintly men who fell prey to them. It was a sordid weakness of the flesh. But it wasn’t Carolyn knew, it wasn’t because she was enjoying it,
ENJOYING IT! Breathing hard, trying to hold back, Carolyn opened her eyes and stared wildly up at the two men who watched and waited to
see her fall into hell. Her eyes pleaded with them ‹ take it away, take that awful animal away, take it away before I weaken! Please! PLEASE!
But the cruel faces gloated over her and smiled, each in his own way enjoying her descent into depravity.

“Feels good like I said,” Mario tormented, “Doesn’t it feel good?”

He leaned over her body and brushed his lips across each nipple, licking it first as the dog licked her scented cunt, then biting the hard little
bauble. He laughed as the girl winced with pain.

“By the time Nero has shoved his big john in ya, ya won’t even notice a little love bite like that.” Mario poised his open lips a few inches above
Carolyn’s. He stuck his pointed tongue out and wriggled it at her. Carolyn continued to breathe heavily through her parted lips. Slowly, the dog
sank down burying his stiff little tongue as deeply as possible in her warm mouth. It wriggled there, hot and trembling, reaching deep into her
mouth and tickling. “That’s how old Nero’s big jock’s gonna tickle your guts, baby, only it’ll feel like a $1.98 roll of baloney. It’ll feel four inches
through!”

He ran his wet tongue across her dry lips, then probed for the touch of her tongue. He sucked at it, trying to pull it up into his mouth, but
Carolyn avoided the bait.

“Stick it out, baby,” he threatened, “before I belt ya!”Reluctantly, the pink tip rose from her mouth and Mario fell upon it hungrily. His hot
mouth sucked the tender tidbit, harder and harder until she could resist the pressure no longer and went limp beneath his mouth. Mario sucked
the pink lollypop with a voracious hunger until he sensed the approaching climax in her heated loins. He released the sensitive flesh of her
mouth and raised up to watch her fall to her canine lover. Jason knew the struggle which had racked her soul. He recognized the sensual
scent which had begun to waft up from her opened crotch. He knew her time was near. The dog sensed the rising excitement in the bitch’s
body and he licked enthusiastically, never seeming to weary of the game they played. Jason stepped back and looked beneath the animal’s
belly where the heavy head of his huge cock hung loose and ready. Its savage size made to look even more vicious as it slid in and out of its
hairy sheath, poised for attack. A man’s cock looked tame next to Nero’s fat ten-inch billy club with its hard pointed tip dripping and gesturing.

Jason smiled with anticipation. The girl was already responding to the dog’s tongue. She was beginning to enjoy it. But what he waited for was
yet to come. He was waiting for the big brute to ram the huge prick into her belly all the way like dogs did HARD! and without the human
frailty of being gentle. All he had to do was let Nero know the bitch was his, and he would bury his monstrous bone so deep in the woman’s
guts it would make her scream with pain. That’s what Jason Benson waited for … let the bitch howl! Nero would pump her so hard and fast
she would beg him to pull the dog off. He leaned over and picked up the choke chain in one hand and toyed with it … only he wouldn’t pull the
dog off. He wanted to watch him jab her with that great pointed prick until she bled! He looked at her stomach. She was short coupled. If
Nero buried it deep, it would dig holes in her filthy female cunt. And served her right. Women were no goddamn good. Jason was the Master
here. Jason would call the plays.

“Nero,” he said sharply to the bobbing head of the dog between the girl’s legs, “Go get her boy, fuck her. Fuck her, Nero, fuck her!”

Mario looked at his employer with amusement. There was a big wet stain on Jason’s gray slacks and a small bulge behind it calling attention to
his indiscretion. But that was Jason’s problem. His own dong was standing at attention, wet and willing, and when Nero had ripped her into
shreds of passion, he would reap the wild oats. He watched the big dog raise up and fix his feet on the carpeted supports on either side of the
plastic nest, straddling the girl, his eager haunches poking its great spear at the girl’s crotch. What a cock, Mario thought, goddamn him, what
a cock!

Nero poked frantically between the girl’s parted legs, the hard point of his penis jabbing into the tender skin here and there, but Carolyn’s
climax had begun. She was scarcely conscious of the huge animal who was trying to bury himself in her hole. The first tingles of her orgasm
spread through her helpless body like ripples on a pond, each one following the other, shimmering in pain, bubbling with pleasure. And then the
ripples grew and great rolling waves of passion took their place. Her eyes closed, her head rolling from side to side, Carolyn’s only thoughts
were of the hot streaks of pleasure which roared in from all directions like speeding trains bent on the destruction of a central terminal. Pain
and pleasure chased each other through the delicate walls of flesh, winced and wallowed in the depths of her body, while she lay prisoner at
the mercy of her pulsing need. The straps which held her were torture bands for she could not even rise to meet the contractions of her
growing climax nor move to ease the straining body. She could not work her hips to hurry it to its end. She could do nothing but lie there and
let the almost unbearable pangs of pleasure rape her helpless body. Time and time again the pinioned vagina jerked within the fiat belly skin.

Mario watched the pink lips open and close as Carolyn’s growing spasms took over her mind and body. Nero’s thrusting penis pressed time and
again into the girl’s spread-eagled legs only to ram its rock-hard point into solid flesh. Mario watched both the girl and the dog carefully. When
he was certain, he reached across and guided the animal’s heavy organ through the open door of her split, burying the pointed head enough
that the dog’s first hearty lunge would carry it inside. Nero had first class equipment but his aim was lousy. Mario pulled his hand away and let
Nero’s humping body take over.

“Get her, boy,” Mario said softly to the near frantic animal. “Fuck her good!”

The huge dog needed no encouragement. Once his great pointed organ had nosed into the bitch’s opening, animal instinct took over. He threw
his 161 pounds of fury, sinew and muscle behind his spearhead and drove it hard into her hot hole.

“OHHHHHHHhhhhhh!!!” Carolyn moaned, first with pain and then with exquisite pleasure as the force of the dog’s brutal insertion triggered the
final magnificent explosion. Her body jerked repeatedly, pouring out its warm orgasmic pleasures with wild abandon. “Ohhh! … Ohhh! … Ohhh!”

Only when she lay spent and gasping for air did the girl realize the brutal massage of her vagina was still going on. She lay still and exhausted
upon her plastic couch. The flesh within her warm wet cunt pulled in and out with the pressing demands of someone’s huge hard organ. Jason?
She was too tired to force her head up off the table and look. Mario? Perhaps when she had rested a moment … she lay helpless beneath the
tight straps, gasping for air, and hating herself for weakening beneath the dog’s tireless tongue. The dog was … THE DOG! … she forced her
head up and looked down over her naked body into the savage face of the enormous dog towering over her.

“No! Oh no, no. NO!” she whispered in desperation trying to pull her hips away but the woven band held firm. Her eyes grew wilder as she
realized what was happening. It was not the jackhammering pain between her legs but the realization, the actual sight of the dog’s humping
body, that warped her control. It was crushing her sensitivity, the prim flower of her upbringing being ground into the dirt … she would never
know the peace of innocence again. Her eyes focused hazily on the great animal’s under belly and the muscles that rolled each time he thrust
high into her chastity. Surely, Carolyn hought, surely she would go out of her mind. But she didn’t.

Slowly she raised her tortured eyes to the dog’s muzzle in motion above her bare stomach. The dog was no longer panting. His huge jowls
were closed and he stared intently at the bare wall behind her, a magnificent picture of animal endurance and concentration. She hated
herself for the thought but he was a regal beast. And tireless. His strong haunches hunkered over the spread of her legs and he rapid-fired the
huge cock into her soft hole with machine-like regularity. Carolyn stared at the fantastic size of his dog’s organ as it slid in and out of view.
The sight of the devil dong pummeling her body was almost too much for her sanity.

Carolyn knew it was going to happen again. If Jason Benson didn’t get his foul beast away from her loins, she would surely fall victim to his
well-trained penis. The soft tremors of passion were playing through her body for a second time.

Chapter 7

“Get … him … off … of … me,” Carolyn begged between the double-time cadence of the humping dog. “Please … pull … him … off … of …
me … please … please.”

Jason held up the choke chain and looked at her questioningly.

“Did you say you wanted me to call Nero off?” he asked with a facetious smile. “Yes… Yes … Please!” Carolyn gasped.

Jason held the chain before her tortured eyes, held it out for her to plead for, to beg for … then dropped it to the floor with a loud rattle Let
the little bitch suffer like those wrinkled old bags had made him suffer. Beg, bitch, beg. He walked to the side of the table and smiled down
into Carolyn’s face. He loved to watch the expressions of pain and degradation flow across her lovely features. “Please … Mr. … Ben … son
… PLEASE.”

Jason smiled softly, his eyes had a faraway look though they caught every look that swept out of control. Both hands openly rubbed his pants
front now, rolling the meager stick of flesh between his perspiring palms. The wet spot on his trousers had grown larger as his excited hands
massaged and cuddled the reluctant organ back to life, matching his strokes to those of the hunching haunches of the Great Dane.

From his unobstructed view point on the other side of the table, Mario watched first the heaving dog and then his employer’s growing
excitement. Jason always used the dogs to get a stiff going, always intending to use the girl after the animals had done with her … but he
rarely lasted that long. Mario grinned with malicious amusement. You’d think he’d learn but he never did. He just kept on watching ’em, dog
after dog, until his puny penis couldn’t stand the gaff any longer. Mario had watched Jason’s failures time and again. Once the soggy thing got
in gear, it leaked out a few warnings and then POW! Mario grinned wider … any minute now, he thought, judging by the size of the dark spot
on Jason’s pants. He knew all the symptoms after eight years with Jason Benson. Any minute now, and that was all right with him. Let the
dogs get her hot to trot.

They were just warming up the ovens for him. Let the honorable Mr. Benson squirt off in his pants. Who the hell cared? Mario reached down
and took a firm grip on the suddenly solid pecker that pushed out of his own pants. It was every stud for himself around this damn place and
the devil fuck the hindmost. Mario rubbed his callused thumb across the coronal ridge, enjoying the responsive throb in his jock. Gotta be
prepared, he thought happily to himself and milked a few drops of fluid from the slit on the blood-darkened head and smeared it carefully over
the blunt end of his club. Gotta be prepared.

Carolyn no longer pleaded with Jason Benson, nor did she stare up at the dog in horror. Her eyes were focused on the ceiling directly over
head, oblivious to everything except the powerhouse slams between her throbbing thighs. The tremors which ran through her tethered body
were strong now, wild and uncivilized like the animals in her guts, the ten thousand crawly sperm which her uterus warmed and fed and
housed. They would soon be joined by ten thousand more and ten thousand after that, squirming and wiggling inside her private world. She
could never wash them all out. Hoary pictures of her future floated detachedly before her half-glazed eyes ‹ her red torn hole gushing like a
fountain in the park, spewing forth milky white dog sperm in impossible quantities, a litter of puppies with doggy bodies and her face, a long
waiting line of dogs one behind the other with their cocks dragging on the ground waiting their turn to pump up the white lady prisoner, and
there she was on a chain herself while a prospective buyer looked at her ears and withers and felt up her ass and questioned her pedigree ‹
impressionistic pictures of her future with Jason Benson. Her mind fighting for consciousness and barely holding its own, Carolyn knew both the
nightmares and the needs that held her body prisoner. And if she were untied at this very moment, she also knew she would not leave the
table until this awful thing had worn itself out.

She began to gasp for breath, deep racking gulps of air to fill her lungs and give her strength for the ravage of her violent orgasm … for it was
on the way!

“Mmmmmm, Mmmmmm, Mmmmmm,” she crooned aloud to herself, “I’m coming … I’m … Mmmmmmmm, Mmmmm … coming … harder … harder
… Mmmmmm, Mmmmmm.”

Each jerking throb of her body’s great orgasm brought a low moan from the girl in the plastic prison. The still humping dog was caught up in
the excitement, sensed the end was near, and began the guttural whine with which most dogs signal the impending breeding. His dog knot
was swelling to proportions one would not have believed possible to push in and out of a woman’s fragile hole, and yet he did. Carolyn was
whimpering now, partly from the pain of the growing knot, partly from the pleasure of pre- climax when the world is a wonderful soft glow of
clouds floating.”Ohhhhhh, mmmmmm, ohhhhhhhh,” she groaned louder as she climbed a mountain of orgasms and reached the pinnacle.
“OHHHH OHHH!!!”

She lay exhausted and limp, her body suddenly squeezed dry of passion and drained of all movement. There was only the faintest flutter of
motion beneath the ivory lids and a single sigh.And still the Great Dane hammered his bone into her lifeless form. His knob would no longer pull
free of the bitch’s body beneath. The long deep thrusts had suddenly become a staccato of short stabs which shook her body on the table
with their intensity.

Jason never took his eyes from the girl’s tortured face until she had given herself to the animal and sank in exhaustion. She would never be
the same in her own eyes again. He, Jason Benson, had seen to that! And now it was his turn. The dog would cast the last stone of shame …
and then he would casually redeem her with his gift of ‘acceptance’ into the fold. Jason let his cold hard eyes slide down the girl’s still body to
the brown velour of her open crotch and watched the dog’s unusually thick penis ripping away the last vestiges of her fallen dignity. With one
final whine, Nero burst his dog knot and the hot juice ran slowly out into the unprotesting bitch’s body. The dog humped one last time, twice,
then stood still with his massive head down, panting, as he patiently waited for the swelling to go down in his buried staff. Hung up, as he was
on the narrow frame of the woman’s body, he could do nothing but squat over his vaginal prison and wait.

Jason felt the warnings coming. He tried to hold back, tried desperately, but he could feel it shooting up from his emaciated balls. Frantic with
haste, he grabbed the chain about the Dane’s neck and pulled at it. The big dog only looked at him. Then Jason realized the dog couldn’t
move. He was still hung up on the woman. Oh Jesus, he thought, fumbling with the zipper on his expensive trousers. The zipper lock slowed
him down. He’d never make it! Then it slipped free and whirred all the way down to his crotch. Jason clutched the wet-head hard and scurried
toward the other end of the table where Carolyn’s head lay but a few scant inches from the edge. He could lean over that far. She wasn’t
getting off this easy, by god, she had somethin’ coming and she was gonna get it! The final blow of Jason Benson, ha! And one more woman
to squirm beneath his hot kiss of sperm.

It was ready to burst! He held the fat little head tight in his hand, holding the oozing slit shut, holding back the explosion of man juice until he
could get his dripping cock between the woman’s open lips … but it was too late! … and the warm thick liquid spurted into his hand and ran
like thick white syrup between his fingers and made wet sticky spots upon his trousers. Jason watched the jerking organ in his hand with
disbelief. When the last drop had wrung itself free, a soft sob broke the long silence of the room. Jason spread his hands open before him and
looked at the waste, then turned and ran from the room.

Mario watched his employer’s retreating back and felt the detached amusement he had known so often before. He had often heard Jason
telling people that he, Mario, was ‘a little slow in his thinking.’ Huh! Well, maybe he was. That’s what the doctors said before he ran away from
the detention home and he found a job here with the kennels. Maybe he was, Mario chuckled mirthlessly to himself, but he didn’t have to
watch a dog screwing to get a stiff on. He didn’t fuck into his hands. Not Mario Santos! He always found somethin’ convenient and willing –
well, sometimes willing ‹ to stick it in. Yeah, like the baby doll there.

Mario bounced his heavy cock in his hand and moved closer to the table where Carolyn lay limp and near total exhaustion, her face turned
toward the other wall. He reached over and turned her face back toward him with his free hand.

“Hey, baby, wake up. This ain’t no time to be taking a nap. You only been fed on one end.” He grinned, distorting his features with the
lewdness of his intentions. “If you’re gonna burn the candle at both ends, girlie, you better feed ’em both.”

Carolyn hadn’t opened her eyes nor changed her expression. Mario slapped her cheek a short stinging blow.

“You hear me?” he snarled. “You better hear me, little lady, I didn’t go fucking off in no goddam dog just to give you a show! You got
entertained, now you bloody well better pay your fare.”

Carolyn’s eyes fluttered several times and then opened slowly. Only inches from her face, the long fat cock joggled and waved in the air. She
watched it swaying there with a sort of detached immunity. Then slowly, slowly, she gathered in her nets of reality and realized what the fat
fleshy worm was doing there. She pulled her head back and turned her face away.

“Don’t do that … again!” Mario growled down at her, roughly grabbing her chin with his hand and slamming her head back the other way to
face the drooling beast which grew from his hairy loins.

“Haven’t you done enough to me?” she whimpered.

“Me?” Mario said with feigned innocence. “Me? Why, you laid there and fucked off a hundred and sixty-pound Dane with a pecker like a
shetland pony … and ya squeezed it so tight he hung up on ya, and old piss pants squirted in his hand just lookin’ at you … and you got the
guts to say I’ve done enough to you! Huh! If ya think I did it, you must have been enjoying it even more than I thought you were.” Carolyn
looked at the small man with disgust, then felt the warm rise of blood to her face. She had enjoyed it. That was the trouble and that was why
she was blushing. She wished she could stop. It was like a signed confession to her sins. She averted her eyes from his. “Well, if you aren’t
the blushingest broad I ever saw.” Mario chuckled. “After the dog-hair fucking you got from old Nero here, and from the King t’other day, you
just ain’t got no cause to go redding up like that … specially when all I wantcha to do is help me with my little problem.”

Mario grasped his long penis and waggled it at her.

“See? It’s got a terrible swelling in it. Just needs a little attention, a little mouth massage.” He poked the fat leaking head against her lips. It
left a wet splotch on the dry skin of her mouth and chin.

Carolyn’s body convulsed and she turned her head away.

“I said don’t do that again!” Mario slapped her hard. The suddenness of his move and the loud smack of his flat hand against her cheek
startled the big dog and he jumped back, pulling his dog pecker free with a lewd slurping sound.

“Owwwww!” Carolyn grimaced with the sharp pain.

The knot had not yet spent itself and the dog’s weight had pulled it free by tearing the delicate tissues of her entrance. Droplets of blood
flowed from the torn flesh and mingled with the oozing liquids that were the proof of Nero’s nesting in her hairy little hole. Together they slid
down the crack of her buttocks and onto the table’s surface and puddled there, red and white smears for all to see. The dog walked a few
feet away, then sat down and licked the woman smell from his contented cock. His long tongue curled out and around his own stick as Bravo
had curled and licked at Mario moments before. Now and then a small drop or two of fluid would seep from the center passage and poise
dangerously on the brink of his prick. Nero licked them carefully off until the organ was no longer bulbous and had slid back into the hairy
security of its pouch of flesh, carried like a kangaroo baby beneath his lean stomach until his Master brought him another bitch to breed. He
licked his mouth off and looked around the room.

“Come on, Nero,” Mario called. “Back in your cage.”

The dog looked at him but didn’t move. A small whine came from his throat.

“What’s the matter, boy? Want a little more nookey?”

The dog whined again, then rose slowly to his feet and walked to the end of the stanchion. His great neck stretched out and he sniffed at
Carolyn’s dripping vagina. Mario chuckled. Nero stuck out his thick wet tongue and licked the seeping flow away, cleaning her exposed parts
thoroughly with the rough washrag.

“Looks like you got a convert.” Mario chuckled openly. “He sure does like the taste of your pussy.”

“Get him away from me,” There were tears in Carolyn’s eyes. Tears of shame, for new the jerking orgasms were still and she could hear the
condemning beat of her heart and the crying of her tarnished principles. “Please, Mario, PLEASE take the dog away and let me loose from
here.”

Mario looked at her thoughtfully, then at the dog. He looked down at the penis he grasped in his hand. Then slowly, slowly he raised his eyes
to hers. His meaning was clear. He ran his thumb back and forth over the ridge of his blood filled cock, not saying a word, waiting for Carolyn
to make her decision. He would get his way, tied or untied, dog or not … but it might be fun to make her work without the restraining straps.
Once more he looked at the dog, at the straps which held her helpless upon the table, and finally down at the fat head of his jock. He skinned
it back slowly and shook off the single drop of fluid onto her face. It made a small tear shape which clung to her cheek for a moment then slid
down across the smooth curve and onto the table beneath her head.

“All right,” Carolyn sighed with dejection, “Just take the dog away, now, right now, and I’ll do whatever you want.”

Mario grinned. Some days it didn’t pay to get out of the sack … but today, today was gonna be a good day. He dropped the heavy stick of
flesh and picked up Nero’s dragging chain.

“Come on, Nero,” Mario said happily to the dog whose warm wet tongue still searched for tasty tidbits between the girl’s perspiring thighs.
“You’ve done your bit for A.K.C. today. ‘Keep the breed pure’ … isn’t that what the Great Dane Clubs preach? … well, you did your part, huh?
‘Keep the breed pure – fuck a broad instead!”‘

The Dane reluctantly allowed himself to be pulled away from Carolyn’s open crotch. Mario led him down the line of cages and closed the cage
door behind him. Mario clicked the lock shut, made a mark on the small calendar sign over his cage to indicate Nero had been ‘exercised’ on
this date, then turned and grinned with evil anticipation.

Carolyn strained her neck to look back. She couldn’t wait for him to release her from this table of terror. What was keeping Mario? Why didn’t
he hurry?

“Untie me,” she urged him to hurry. “Please untie me.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Mario laughed out loud. “I didn’t know you were so all-fired hot to eat my tail again. Did it taste that good the other
night?” “Don’t be vulgar. Just untie me.”

“I will. I will. But first … I want to make sure you understand our bargain.”

“I understand,” Carolyn agreed hoarsely. “You took the dog away and you untie me … and then I have to go to bed with you. That’s the
bargain you want, isn’t it?”

“Welllllll, not exactly.” He grinned down at her, doodling with the strap which bound her breasts to the table. “I don’t want to go to bed with
you. I just want you to practice a little of that physical therapy the old man was talking about. You can play Nursey with me, like he was
saying about the dogs, only reversed like. Ya see, baby, like I was a’saying before, I got this here terrible swelling in my dong and I need
somebody kind and gentle to nurse me back to health. You know … somebody who can sorta suck the poison out of the thing and make it all
better???”

Carolyn’s eyes widened slightly. She thought he had meant just … just … no, she hadn’t really thought that at all. She was just trying to fool
herself again. She had known all along what the perverted little man wanted. Pretending she didn’t wouldn’t help at all. She nodded her head,
careful to avert her eyes from his.

“Well, honey baby, if you know what I mean, let’s hear you say so. I can’t place much store in head shakin’.” “I’ll do what you want,” came her
quiet reply.

“You’ll do what, baby, what’ll you do?” Mario taunted. “I’ll do … what you said.” “You still ain’t coming through loud and clear.” “I said all right.”
Carolyn’s voice was louder.

“Say, it baby,” jeered Mario’s grinning mouth, “spit it out! Say all the words! Say … I want to suck you off … say it, little lady, say it just like
that.”

“I want to suck you off,” Carolyn whispered, almost gagging on the unfamiliar words. “Louder.” “I … want … to … suck … you … off!” Her
voice was wavering but it was loud enough to hear across the room.

Mario grinned He turned and looked at the dogs.

“You all hear that?” he asked. “You hear this pretty lady begging ole Mario to pump a little down her throat?”He turned back to the girl still
strapped to the table beneath his hands.

“Well now, I guess I could let you have a swallow or two, just to wet your gullet.” He shook his head as he untied the straps, wrinkled his
forehead in mock concern. “Just don’t understand girls these days. All they wanna do is suck, suck, suck.”

He unfastened the strap which held her breasts, then the bond across her abdomen. He rubbed the red stripe it had worn into her ivory flesh
in her struggles.

“Tch, tch,” he mumbled at the red streak, then went on to release her feet from the splaying stirrups and her hands from their arm breaking
bind beneath the table. “There you go.”

He helped her up to a sitting position and watched her stretch her naked body like a newborn animal and rub her wrists where the cords had
bitten deep. She slid down from the raised platform of the dog stanchion and her knees buckled beneath the weight of her body. With a soft
moan of pain, she sank to her knees on the floor.

“Well now, wouldn’t that beat all?” Mario was quick to take advantage of anyone’s weakness of the moment. “Just fresh off the dog rack and
she’s right down on her knees before the first stiff prick she sees!! That’s all right. I understand how it is with you hot pussys.”

He pushed his hips forward, pressing the damp head of his cock against her lips and holding her head firmly between his hands so she couldn’t
move.

“You just go right ahead and help yourself. We’ll just call it a little midday snack.”

He undulated his hips gently forward and back, pressing the stiff penis against her full lips. When she didn’t open her mouth to his fleshy
knock, Mario let his fingers wind into her long hair and twisted his wrists slowly backward.

“Aaaahhhh,” she grunted with pain, her mouth opening as her head was forced back.

“That’s a girl,” he nodded down at her, “now you just go ahead and enjoy your lunch … I’ll watch.”

Carolyn let the wet head of the fat organ move back and forth across her lips. When it pushed at her teeth, she slowly opened her mouth until
the thick trunk could ram its way onto her tongue. It lay there quietly, like an animal, panting and throbbing with excitement, like a thing alive.

“There … isn’t that tasty, my dove?” Mario flexed the muscles of his groin and the fat worm came alive in her mouth, wriggling sensuously
upon her tongue. “Can you taste it yet? … Is it good?”

She could taste it, Carolyn thought with numb disgust, and it tasted like seawater. Wet, faintly warm and a little salty. The salty worm
wriggled on her tongue, slid itself in and out of the cocoon of her mouth. Carolyn closed her eyes to the heavy mat of black hair from which
this big worm came. When she couldn’t see it, it felt different. It tasted different too, sweeter. Sweet succulent meat. Juicy with its natural
liquids. Satisfying … like the sugartits she used to have as a small child when her mother would take a clean square of cloth and poke a
pocket in it with her finger and fill it with sugar and vanilla for her to suck. Yes, it was rather like a long sugartit. Man tits were no more than
sugartits with salt … and a heart beat you could feel when you sucked. She sucked at it experimentally, pausing to feel the heart beat
increase. The long tit throbbed upon her tongue. She sucked again, gently rubbing her tongue along the underside of it like she had as a child
to squeeze the sugar sweetness out of the oldfashioned sugartit. There was wet sweetness upon her tongue. Just a little. She rubbed harder,
sucking it in, then letting it slide out over her flicking tongue. From somewhere above her head there was a deep throated moan, but Carolyn
wasn’t concerned with things beyond. She wrapped her arms around the warm trunk which grew this delicious man tit for her, grasping a firm
handhold on the cloth covered buttocks, and sucked it in deeper … pressing her face tight against the gaping pants and feeling the black
woolly curls against her nose and chin. As a child she used to try to see how far down her throat she could let the sugartit go, still holding on
to the cloth end. She sucked in on the salty-sweet man tit and let it slide down her warm cave until she gagged … and swallowed at it.

The convulsion of the girl’s throat milked hard at Mario’s already excited penis. It wasn’t gonna last long but by god, it was gonna be one to
remember, he thought. Holding her head firm and still between the flats of his hands, he began the rhythmic thrusts into her mouth, dragging
it out until he could look down and see the coronal ridge peeking from her lips then pushing it firmly into the dark hole until he could see no
light between her mouth and his guts. Each time he buried the spear in her throat, she swallowed and damn near bit the head off the thing. As
he slid it out across her eager tongue, she sucked voraciously and tickled the big sensitive vein beneath it. He leaned over and sucked his
stomach in to get a better view of his prick and her clinging lips. Once he pulled it clear out, accidentally, and it made a loud slurping sound
when the suction broke loose. God damn, it was sexy watching the little broad sucking him off like that.

He pressed down on her shoulders and she sank a couple inches down on her haunches. Then he tipped her face up a little so he could watch
the pistoning penis sliding through her wet lips from a better angle. Her eyes were closed … but her mouth was active. God, was it active!
She was sucking harder now, so hard sometimes that it felt like the fat head would pop off and she would swallow it. But it felt good. He
would be cumming soon. Already he could feel the streaks of pleasure squeezing through his loins and aiming toward her hungry mouth.

Carolyn ate at the long worm of flesh. The more she held it in her mouth, the better it tasted. The more she sucked the taste from it, the
more it struggled to get away. She couldn’t let it get away … suck harder, hold tighter. She clamped her fingers into his butt and squeezed
hard. The delicious flesh was worming its way in and out of her mouth faster now, faster across her tongue. Sometimes she didn’t time it right
and she sucked at a man tit already gone … like then … it slid out of her mouth and left her gaping mouth open, mewling and begging for its
return. And then it was inside her again, the hard-soft flesh with its oozing tit. She nestled down between the man’s spread legs and angled
her neck straight up like a baby bird begging for worms.

He bent his knees a little and rubbed the open pants crotch over her face. He was cumming. He was cumming! He lifted her head back up
before his hot penis and started throwing the meat to her, HARD. Deep into her hungry mouth, deep, never bringing it
out, just short fast stabs … until the force of his need spewed out in spurts and filled her sucking mouth. At the final explosion, he rammed it
deep between her jaws and held her head hard against him so she couldn’t move.

Her nose was mashed against the hard cords of his stomach and she was sure a sharp tooth had cut her lips where they pressed against his
centerbone … but it didn’t matter. The warm man tit had burst in her throat and the salty-sweet liquid had drenched her mouth. She
swallowed … and again … and again … until all that was left was the lingering taste of sea water … and the contented feeling of saturation.

Slowly she sank down on her bent legs … and the once fat tit slid wetly from her slack mouth and fell loose upon the fly of Mario’s pants. She
gasped for air, breathing in long noisy breaths. Slowly, very slowly, the heat of her passionate nature died down … and she realized what she
had done … and done willingly. She closed her eyes and hung her head down. God would never forgive her. No one would ever forgive her.
She couldn’t forgive herself.

Why was it, after the first terrible transgression, sin came easier?

THE END

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