There has always been a strange fascination about humans having intercourse with animals. It dates back from ancient times to present.
But, our story concerns itself with a young college girl who runs away with a spoiled rotten rich boy. And things develop that make their lives a tormented whirl, until the boyfriend's surprise-the gift of a dog.
Dandy is a dog which anybody would love, a pedigreed Great Dane. And in our story, when the young couple are down on their luck a film producer of sexual movies, offers her a chance to perform in his picture with her dog-if she will.
Donna accepts, and to her surprise she finds out that she can make a lot of money performing in sex circuses, as well as movies with her beloved dog.
Problems erupt, when her boyfriend becomes jealous. However, when Charlie, who never did like to work, sees the dog as his meal-ticket, he suddenly develops a fondness for the animal.
The first film venture proves such a hit, young Donna is called back for another role at twice the price. But, she became irate and angry when she realizes the second producer will never show her face to advantage, always focusing the camera on her genitals.
She runs away to Florida with her boyfriend and on the beach, an older man offers her a good price to perform with her dog. Even though she has vowed she'll never do it again, she succumbs.
Yet, tomorrow, she will say 'never again', yet the odds are that once the dog-sex syndrome has been established it will be a lasting relationship.
It is best never to become so involved, and this is the urgent thought that is the undercurrent running through this book.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Donna couldn't wait for college to begin. She had been working all summer long, and had bought a lot of clothes. She was happy to have them, as she knew she had a beautiful body, and couldn't wait to show them off. She'd come off second in a local beauty contest, and inwardly knew she really ranked first, and if it hadn't been for some jealous female judges, felt certain that she would have won the top honors. As she sat in her bedroom, looking at her scrapbook of photos, showing how she looked when she was a tiny three year old girl, until now, when she was eighteen and college bound.
She always liked the one little picture in black and white, where she was sitting on her Daddy's lap, with big brown curls falling down her head, and her father was kissing the top of her head.
Daddy was gone now, and this was the only picture she had with him, and that was why it meant so much. She brushed a tear aside, and turned to the last picture, the one in her white bikini swim suit, the one that showed her with all the right curves in just the right places.
She was holding the second prize trophy that sat on her desk right now, and a triumphant smile was flashing across her face which outshone the girl who won. In college, she determined she'd show up Betty, the girl who won the topprize.
"Donna, Donna, come down to dinner," her mother called her.
"I'll be right down," she called back. She didn't want to go to dinner, because she knew Mom would use her last night at home as a lecture opportunity on the morals question. She'd briefed her so many times, she thought she knew enough about sex to write a book; but the book would be a book of don'ts because that was what Mom seemed to be most concerned with.
As she walked into the dining room a few moments later, the aroma of tempting food greeted her, and she sat down and began enjoying her meal.
"Dear," her mother began, "I don't want you to come home pregnant. You went to school to get an education, not a baby."
"They have pills for that," Donna volunteered, "and I could always get an abortion."
She knew this would always get her mother ready to climb the walls, and even though she felt somewhat guilty for talking this way, she felt her mother deserved some chiding because she was forever trying to dictate how she must live, and this was getting to be almost more than she could bear.
"I know you're trying to put me on, Donna, dear," her mother replied, "But it might be of interest for you to know that the young people of today, in our advanced age, have more venereal disease than ever before in the history of our nation-if that means anything to you."
"It does," Donna replied, "It means, keep it clean, so what's new?"
"That's no way to talk to your mother."
"Well, Mom, look how you talk to me. Forever lecturing me. Don't do this, and don't do that! Really, Mom, is there anything I can do when I go to college?"
"Study," she replied, "But, I'm sure that never entered your mind, did it?"
"Yes," she laughed, "but it's far more profitable to go to college to snag a husband, or didn't you know that, Mom?"
"I'm ashamed to hear my own daughter talking like that," she replied, "Sometimes I think they mixed up the babies at the hospital."
"I've thought the same thing," Donna snapped.
Then, when she had finished eating, without going over to help her mother do the dishes, she walked out of the house and went for a stroll down the street. As she looked into the various lighted windows, she wished sud denly she could be anyplace but where she was. Her mother had been domineering from morning to night, and she was always relentlessly right. This bothered her. She had to be wrong, according to her Mother's warped view. She brushed a tear aside, and looked at the nicely kept lawns, and the trim hedges, and the freshly painted houses. She wished she could have had a father, but all that was of the past, and now, she was turning over a new leaf in her life, and she vowed, she'd forget the past, and make herself a bright future. She had beauty, she had brains, what she lacked was a family to stand behind her, and the money. This mattered, as she yearned for nice cars like Trudy Evans had, or Dave, the boy across the street. She always seemed to be lucky to get enough to eat.
She had scrimped and saved to get the money to go to school, and so had her mother. She hated to see Mom work like that for her, but she wanted her to succeed in life and have all the things she hadn't been able to have.
But, Donna felt confident that the way to achieve the good life, and finally live on a nice street, have a nice car, and mingle with the country-club set, was to marry a son of a rich man. Then, with the young man's father backing them up with money, they could make their mark. Sure, she'd work, but for once she wanted to find something a little easy, and not go through the work-work-work routine.
The clothes, she had decided would give her the setting she required to turn-on the wellheeled boys.
A week later, she bid hep mother goodbye, and went to exclusive Riverside College in upper New York state. It was all as picturesque as depicted in the brochures they'd sent her, and she liked the dormitory arrangement very much. She could live in the coed dormitory if she wanted to, the woman dean informed her.
"I'd like that," Donna smiled.
"Of course, we do have restrictions," the woman reminded her. "Week nights no boys can be in your room after eleven, and on weekends two in the morning."
"That's alright," Donna nodded, knowing she could do her thing in those hours quite effectively.
As she began unpacking her things in her room a few hours later, she heard a knock on the door, and she called out, "Who is it?"
"Charlie from across the hall," a voice replied.
"What do you want, Charlie?" she asked him.
"I wanted to meet my new neighbor," he chuckled.
"Alright," she said, not liking his forward attitude too much, but nevertheless, she thought she ought to be friendly.
"Hi, Charlie," she smiled, as she opened the door, and looked into the eyes of one of the handsomest blue-eyed, blond young men she'd ever seen.
"Hi, Donna," he sighed, almost as if he'd just finished opening a Christmas gift, and was so turned-on with it, he was held in awe.
"Won't you come in?"
"Sure," he smiled. "How are you, honey?"
"Fine," she replied. "Where are you from, Charlie?"
"Oklahoma," he smiled.
"Where in Oklahoma?"
"Tulsa. My people are oil people," he smiled.
"Well, isn't that nice," she said, finding him getting more attractive by the minute.
In a few moments, they were embracing, and she whispered, "We'd better lock the door, Charlie."
"Alright," he sighed, and then he came back to her. "You're really something else," he whispered, "I hated to come to this creepy college, but my old man made me."
"My mother made me," she smiled. "So I guess we're even."
Soon, he had her clothes off and he stripped himself.
"You know what I'd like to do to you?" he smiled.
"I'm afraid to guess," she laughed.
"Sixty-nine," he smiled, "You'd be great to eat, and I sure would appreciate it if you blew me."
"Alright, if that's what you want," Donna said softly, thinking that the best way to lure Charlie into her trap, was to give him what he wanted, and show how much better she was at it, than the other girls he'd probably been doing the same thing with. The only problem was her experience was lacking.
"Let's get on the bed," he smiled, "We can have more room there."
Once they were on the bed, he angled his body so his face was even with her cunt, and then his tongue whipped out, and he began licking all around her vagina.
"Ohhh, that's so beautiful," she sighed.
"Honey, lick my cock," he begged her. She hardly knew if she could bring herself to it, but as she looked at his penis, she saw oil wells, and then she imagined herself swimming in oil, and thus she found it easier to pull it to her mouth, and let her tongue stick out and lick all around the crown of it.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful," he panted, "Lick my joystick. Go ahead, and lick it."
She sucked on it, and he slowly inserted it into her mouth. As she felt it plunging down her throat, she had to admit it did seem very exciting.
"Suck it," he begged her, "let me slide it out so you can just get the head of it in your mouth, honey-and then, baby, you suck on it."
Her mouth traveled up and down his rod, and she sucked rhythmically.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes, suck that cock. Eat it," he demanded. And now his manhood seemed more pronounced, and she loved submitting to his demand. It was that first thrust inside her mouth that was actually the most difficult. And then he whipped his hot tongue around her slit, and he suddenly stabbed it inside her, letting it lash her clitoris.
"That's it! Ohhh, ahhhh, yes, yes," Donna gasped, as new sensations surged through her body, sensations she never before even knew existed.
Together, they turned-on, and she sucked on his penis, effectively using her tongue to whip around the head of it, and then producing a suction that was so irresistible, he knew he couldn't hold back his cum much longer.
"Suck me, suck it off. Eat my stuff," he begged her passionately, as he watched her head bobbing up and down on his rod. And then, he applied his tongue to her vagina, thrusting it inside her, licking its hot walls, and finally, he focused his tongue on her clitoris, lashing it, flicking his tongue at a tantalizing pace so that he could bring her to a quick climax.
"Ohhh, ahhh, I'm coming, I'm coming," he groaned in delight, as he felt his hot penis exploding in her mouth. "Eat it," he demanded, "Eat that hot milk, baby," he begged, "Eat it up." She gladly devoured his load, and then he went to work to get her to gush in his mouth. It didn't take him long to get her there.
When she juiced, his tongue lashed at her clitoris, and he sucked her in, sending supercharged sexual excitement surging through her body for the first time. After it was over, Charlie embraced her lovingly, and smiled, "You're about the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," he commented, looking at her brown eyes which were radiant with excitement, and her long, brown hair.
"And you are such a handsome man," she smiled.
"I'm sorry I have to go to college here," he said. "I don't give a damn about going to all those crappy classes."
"I'm with you," she said, "My Mom insisted I come here."
"Why don't we split?" he asked casually, a wild expression surfacing in his eyes.
And then she realized what Charlie was suggesting.
"But, where would we go?"
"New York City, where else," he grinned, toying with the idea himself.
"Charlie, are you proposing to me?"
A downcast look came to his face. "I'm proposing a trip, I'm not proposing marriage."
"Ohhh," she said quietly, "You mean you want me to live with you."
"Yes," he said softly, "and then if we like each other, we could."
"Could what?"
"Get married, what else?" he laughed goodnaturedly.
"I'm afraid to," Donna said, looking away, and thinking of what her Mother would think.
"Don't be afraid of anything," he insisted, "If we're going to do our thing-we've got to be free. So, baby, please don't let anything stand in our way."
"I won't," she finally said, and then she glanced down and noticed his penis was hard again.
"Baby, let's make it again," he smiled, and his lips crushed against hers. It didn't take him long to let his tongue slip into her mouth and soon they were Frenching. And, then it happened. Reaching down, he slid his penis smoothly into her vagina.
"How's that, baby?" he demanded, "Doesn't that feel good?"
"Oh, yes, yes," Donna panted as he pushed it in and out of her. She had had few experiences sexually, and this sixty-nine session, followed by a wild, throbbing penis thrusting inside her was driving her up the wall.
"Massage my back, baby," he smiled, as he gave it to her. "Oh, yes, hot baby, that's real nice."
She let her hands slide down his back, and followed the swell of his firm, round buttocks, holding them, kneading them and loving them the best she knew how.
"Ohhh, baby, grab it," he smiled, and Donna realized he meant for her to grip his penis with her vagina muscles. She squeezed, and sure enough he got the sensation he wanted.
"Beautiful," he panted, "just keep that up a fucking minute more honey, and I'll have my rocks off."
And then, as he kept rutting into her, he exploded, sending a spray of sperm in her hot vagina, as she juiced at the same instant.
"Keep fucking," he panted, "Fuck me! Ohhh, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck it off!"
The hot sperm exploded again, as he shot twice. She kissed him passionately.
"Oh, baby, you're beautiful," he panted, "I can't wait till it's just you and me. Are you willing to go with me?"
"Yes, yes, I'll go," she smiled, "if you want me to."
"You know I do," he whispered, kissing her once more.
CHAPTER TWO
The next day she went to the woman's dean and told her simply, "I'm sorry, but I'm withdrawing. I wonder if I can have a refund."
"Withdrawing," the woman's dean asked in shock, "My dear, you only came yesterday. Could you tell me why you're leaving us?"
"No, it's a personal reason," Donna said earnestly, "I wish I could tell you, but I can't."
"Well, we can't refund you the full amount you've paid, my dear. It takes our time and money to matriculate students, and if you'll read our bulletin you'll see how we handle the refund problem."
"I don't have a bulletin with me."
"Here," the woman's dean said coldly, and she handed her a bulletin. It read. If a student withdraws within two months after entrance, one half of the tuition is returned. After three months, one third, and after four months nothing.
"You mean I'll lose half the money I paid in here-"
"Only if you leave," the dean reminded her.
For a moment she balanced the outcome of what she was doing. She knew how much she hated to disappoint her mother in spite of her pushy, bossy ways. But, she also knew her own resolve; to find a college man who was loaded, and would marry her. Going to New York with Charlie was a far-cry from the marriage she had set as a goal, but he was rich, and he did turn-on with her. Quickly calculating the risk in her mind, she repeated, "I must go-so I'll have to suffer the consequences."
"Then, my dear, sign this release, and we'll send your check to your home."
"Can't you give it to me now?" Donna demanded, as she quickly read the standard release form.
"Why, no," she replied brusquely, "We just deposited your check today, and it's our policy to wait at least ten days before granting refunds so we don't have the problem of bouncing checks."
"I see," Donna said quietly, as she signed the release.
"Alright, now, you will hear from us within a couple of weeks, and we're sorry to lose you, dear," the dean said mechanically.
"Oh, I'm sorry to go. Thanks for your kindness."
"You're welcome, my dear. Good luck to you!"
"I'll need it," Donna told her.
And then she walked out of the office, and out of college forever. A one day graduate, she mused.
She went to the Student Center where Charlie said he'd be waiting for her, and hopped in his convertible and took off.
"Isn't it great to be free?" he exclaimed.
"We weren't in the prison very long," she reminded him.
"Too long for me," he insisted.
As they drove through the towering mountains with the leaves changing colors as they donned their fall garb, Donna felt happy. And so did, Charlie.
"This is a real adventure for me," Charlie said, "My old man would kill me if he knew I dropped out after one day."
"I don't know what my Mom would do," Donna said thoughtfully.
The distance to New York City was so great from the college, they had to stop overnight at a motel.
"How are you going to sign in?" Donna smiled.
"Man and wife-but I always use a phony name," he nodded, as he got out of the car and went to sign in.
"Let's not bother to take our luggage out," he suggested, "We'll be starting out early for New York so we don't need to waste time with a lot of luggage."
"Alright," she said, "I'll just take my over night case."
She picked up her overnight case, and he took his small shaving bag, and they went into the room. It had a king size bed, and he instantly bounced on it.
"What are you doing that for?" she asked him.
"Just testing," he chuckled.
After they had both taken a hot shower, they slipped between the sheets.
His arms went around her, and he was kissing her all over again.
"I'd like to have you go down on me and blow me," he suggested.
"Alright," Donna agreed, and then her tongue made a trail down to his penis, and she seized it.
"First, baby, why don't you eat my ass out."
"What?" she asked, wondering if she'd heard him right.
"You know," he laughed, trying to make light of his request, as he reached up and brought a pillow down under his buttocks. "Eat ass-hasn't anybody ever sucked on your asshole?"
"God, no," she told him flatly.
"Well, I'll make a deal with you, honey. You suck my ass out, and I'll eat yours-how's that?"
Donna was reluctant to go along with Charlie. She had no idea what would pop into his mind. But, he was spreading his buttocks with his hands, begging her, so she tried.
"Just stick your tongue out and lick it," he urged her.
She let her tongue lash out, and then she whipped it around his tight, quivering anus. He got so excited that he had gotten her to do this for him down there, his spine tingled, and his body began vibrating.
"What's wrong?" she asked him, as she moved away for a minute.
"Nothing," he assured her. "You just got me so turned on with your tongue, honey, I'm shaking."
Then, she went back to her licking action, and suddenly let her tongue stiffen and slide up his hot, tight anus. ;
Charlie reached for his penis, and pumped it.
"Hot baby," he panted, "This is loving. Me jerking off, and you eating my ass out."
Now, Donna was deriving some enjoyment from the licking action. At first, the whole idea frightened her off. But when she actually .got down there, and saw how he responded she knew it must be a fantastic sensation a tongue sliding up an asshole could produce, and she couldn't wait till Charlie kept his word, and tongued her there.
"Oh, baby, that's it," Charlie panted, "Now, we're fucking-fuck it."
His hand pumped rhythmically, as her tongue tried to keeppace with his hand.
"We're in sync," he panted, as he felt her tongue driving up his hot, tight anus, and he methodically pulled on his penis. "Keep it up, baby! That's it! Lash it!"
Lash it, she did.
"Suck it out," he begged her, "Eat my sweet ass, baby, eat it-ass is good for you."
Charlie's dirty talk, turned her on still more. She let her eyes look at him there, and his blond, round buttocks, looked so vibrant, and healthy. His anus contained a small amount of golden hair, and was incredibly tight. It took a lot of drive and force to get her tongue sliding the correct way.
"Oh, baby, now you've got it," he enthused when she finally got it going way up there. But by this time he was so near coming, he had to tell her to stop and suck.
"I'm going to shoot it in my hand, honey if you don't stop sucking on my asshole," he warned her, and then she pulled out, and grabbed his throbbing penis and started sucking. He was delighted that she was such a fast learner. He'd taught her about all she knew sexually, and she was a good student.
"Not so fast, honey. The object is to keep it pleasurable, but not to let it go off. When it shoots, that's it, it's all over."
She forced herself to move slowly over his penis. And by not rushing it, she was able to give him more pleasure.
"Go way up and then way down on it," he suggested, "That's it, honey. Ohhh, now, you're doing it. Suck it! Keep it up, suck that cock!"
She continued sucking on his penis until he shot his rocks off.
Reaching down, he held her in place, "That's it, baby doll, hang in there," he told her, "suck it, suck that cock."
She didn't move her mouth off his rod until she'd finished him. And then, throwing the bedcovers back, she suddenly straddled him. She threw her legs around his chest, and had her vagina close to his mouth.
"Honey," she smiled, "Remember, you promised."
"You don't have to beg me to eat a cute chick's ass and suck her well," he smiled, "I'm always ready." Playfully, he opened his mouth, and flitted his tongue different directions in the air. And then, she moved up. His hands gripped her thighs, and he whispered, "Lower, honey. I can't reach you with my tongue."
She lowered herself, and then his tongue whipped out and he began licking all around her tight anus.
"That feels fantastic," she told him, "Keep it up. Shove it up there, honey. Ohhh, yes, I like it, I like it."
He kept the tongue jabbing up her behind, and soon he saw the juices dripping from her blonde triangle. He wasted no time, sliding his tongue out and just as quickly inserting it inside her.
There was a wonderful feeling being held by his strong hands as he let his tongue flip and slide all around inside her hot vagina.
"Keep it up," she begged him, "Don't ever stop loving me."
His eyes closed, as he let his tongue stab her gash. She bore down on it, and he quickly bit lightly into her clitoris. This excited her completely.
"That's it, bite down, baby, bite down," she begged. And then, she gushed. She realized how effective that simple bite on her sensitive clitoris had been. Lapping up her juices, he enthusiastically swept around inside her with his fiery tongue. She cried out in her newfound sexual ecstasy, "Eat my pussy, eat it-suck that pussy."
He loved hearing her use those words. And when he pried off her, licking his lips, he looked up at her with his happy blue eyes, and exclaimed, "We really turn-on with each other, don't we, honey?"
"Oh, yes, we do," Donna smiled, as she lay beside him. "And tomorrow will be one of the biggest days in my life."
"Mine too," he told her, "I can't wait to see New York. I've never been there before."
"I hear it's awfully expensive," she confided.
"It is, I suppose," he said nonchalantly, "But I have a little money."
"So have I," she smiled, "precious little."
"I never worry about the next day," Charlie grinned good naturedly. "Everything always works out for me when I don't worry about things."
They both went to sleep and the next morning, Donna got out of bed before him, and took her shower and got dressed and ready to go.
Charlie straightened up, "What time is it, honey?"
"Just seven thirty," she told him, glancing down at her watch.
"What in hell are you doing up at this hour?" he smiled.
"I'm anxious to get to New York."
"You must be," he replied, and then he slowly slid out of bed, walked naked into the bathroom, urinated and then took a shower. When he had come out and dressed, he said, "You know it almost feels like we're married, doesn't it?"
"In a way, it does," Donna admitted.
"What do we need a scrap of paper for, anyway?" he smiled. "As long as two people dig each other-that's really all that counts, isn't that right?"
"Of course," she nodded.
"Let's have some breakfast here," he suggested, "We can save time because we won't have to hunt for another spot and take more time."
"Alright," she agreed, and then they went to the motel coffee shop and ordered a light breakfast. After that they headed on for New York City.
"If anybody had ever told me I'd be doing this," she smiled, "I would have said they were out of their mind."
"Me too," Charlie laughed. "But, what the hell, you have to have a little fun."
"Do you have any idea what kind of job you're going to get when you get to New York City?" she asked him, frankly wondering how they would survive.
"I haven't given that much thought," he told her.
"What kind of work can you do?"
"I've never worked very much," he admitted, "I guess my folks spoiled me."
"But, you're a strong young man. You can find a lot of jobs, if you want to."
Suddenly, Donna was seeing Charlie in an entirely different light. At first, she thought of him as someone who could bring her all the pleasures she'd missed in her own life. The mention of his father's oil wells triggered a syndrome in her mind; oil equated with mansions, expensive cars, yachts. But, now as she spoke with Charlie about his future, she knew she had indeed gotten herself into a blurred future, and with no security of a marriage license, Charlie could drift in and out of her life at will. Yet, there was one problem! She'd become so turned-on with him, she couldn't leave him.
"I'll find something," he said, looking straight ahead, "But don't bug me, do you mind?"
"I'm not trying to bug you," she said quietly.
"I guess you're not," he said edgily, "but my Dad is always on my tail telling me I'll never amount to a tinker's damn unless I buckle down, and go to college. Now, I'm cutting out, and frankly, I have no idea what in hell we'll do."
Many thoughts raced through Donna's mind. She wanted to go back to college in the worst way. College could offer her a chance to carve out her own career, and also she might meet some young man who'd be on his way to a professional career. She had looked at Charlie, and he was handsome, confident and when he mentioned his parents being in oil-he had to say no more. But now that he'd told her the truth; that he was practically disowned by his father. And when he let her in on the fact he was perpetually defiant, she knew she might well face no future. And then he turned and looked at her with his soft blue eyes, and said, "I'll bet your sorry, aren't you?"
"Sorry?"
"Sorry you left college to come with me," he said evenly. And somehow, the imploring look in his eyes seemed to tell her she meant an awful lot to him. And knowing she meant something this much to someone else was a beautiful new feeling she hadn't had before.
"I'm glad," she said, reaching over and patting his thigh.
"Are you on the level?"
"You bet I am," she told him frankly, "And when we get to little old New York, we'll find our way-you and me-as long as we stick together."
"Oh, Donna," he glowed, "I've wanted a woman to talk to me like this all my life. You have faith in me."
"Of course I do. What's happened in the past is gone, tomorrow is another day, and today is the greatest day in our lives."
"One way or another," he said, "we're going to make it big."
His hand went out to hers, and as she felt his strong hand grip hers, she felt a surge of strength rush through her. In spite of all the odds against them both, Donna determined they would find themselves in the big, lusty city of New York.
CHAPTER THREE
It was night before they came to New York City, and as they drove in, the road blended into the main artery freeway taking them to Manhattan. The vast array of lights on display in the skyscrapers which towered against the horizon set their hearts to beating fast.
"Over there! That's the Empire State Building," Donna declared excitedly. "The tallest building in the world."
"Where are we now-look at the street we turned off on."
"This is Fifth Avenue," she said, and moments later they were turning where Central Park is located.
"That's Central Park," Charlie smiled, recognizing it immediately. "And there's the Plaza-over there is the Pierre, and see the Saint Moritz. Ohh, god, this is beautiful."
"Where will we stay?" Donna asked, suddenly feeling very small.
"In the Village," Charlie suggested, "They have a lot of inexpensive hotels down in Greenwich Village I hear."
"Anywhere you want to go," she said agreeably, and an hour later, they were checking into the Hotel Greenwich.
"This is an unusual hotel," she commented, "Well, I guess we're lucky to find a place. We didn't have any reservations."
"Honey," he smiled, "I'll go downstairs and find us some food and bring it up to the room."
When he was gone, Donna slipped into her filmy pink pajamas that allowed a total vision of her beautiful breasts, and their rosy red nipples, as well as her golden thatch.
When he came back up to the room, a girl was with him. Donna nearly dropped through the floor.
"Honey, this is Janice," he smiled, "I met her at the corner Deli-and we got to talking and I thought she might join us."
"What do you mean?" Donna objected instantly.
"Well, baby, she has no place to go."
"That is not our problem," Donna said angrily, fighting back the tears.
"I told you it wasn't a good idea," dark-eyed Janice smirked, and was about to walk out when Charlie said, "Donna doesn't understand-"
"Sorry," Janice said, and walked out the door.
"Just when I get a chick who digs threesomes," he said tightly. "Oh, go get her if you want to ball her so bad," Donna cried out defiantly. And Charlie ran down the hall.
"Come on back, Janice, it's alright now."
Janice came back, and she scratched her chin nervously, unsure if she was doing the right thing.
"Sit down, Janice, we'll have some food."
"I'll provide the grass if you've got the food," the girl smiled, as she took out some marijuana.
"Not for me," Donna said emphatically, "but it's alright if you want to. I know kids at my high school who do it all the time and swear by it. Say it's good for you."
When Charlie reached for a weed, Donna once more got that awful sinking feeling. She thought she'd go through the floor when she saw how many things Charlie could do that she wouldn't.
It didn't take long until Charlie was suggesting they all strip.
"Why?" she asked him.
"So I can see what Janice looks like," he said flatly. Janice casually took off her clothes, and got on the bed beside Donna. Donna, not wanting to be outdone, displayed her naked breasts by arching her back so they'd stand out. She knew she outclassed Janice, and she thought she'd just let Charlie know how lucky he was.
"Baby," Charlie laughed, "I've got a great idea."
"For what?" Donna demanded, not too eager to go along with anything he had in mind.
"I'd like to have her eat your pussy, wouldn't that be nice?"
"A girl sucking me?"
Janice smiled, "Honey, there's nothing wrong with that."
"If you want me to, Charlie, I'll do it," Donna smiled.
"Well, it's the upside-down suck," Janice smiled, "Charlie will hold you while you balance your chin on the edge of the bed, and put your feet on his shoulders, like so."
As if she were an acrobat, Janice illustrated by flipping around so her legs were thrust on Charlie's shoulders. And then, Donna agreed, "I'll do it."
Janice moved over, and then Donna flipped up so that her back faced Charlie, her legs thrusting out at angles, her heels resting on his shoulders. Then, with her chin on the bed, she could reach back and stroke Charlie's penis.
At the same time, Janice's hot tongue lashed at her vagina. As she felt it licking her there, she quivered with sudden excitement. And then Janice's tongue thrust inside her, and she was giving her the best pussy eating action she'd ever had in her life.
"Now play with my penis while she's eating your pussy," Charlie told her enthusiastically. "That's it, baby, have some fun!"
She pulled up and down on his hard penis, and then she wiggled her buttocks, as she felt the hot tongue stabbing inside her. She'd never thought about sex with another girl, but now that she was experiencing it, she was enjoying it. Her hot tongue knew exactly how to tantalize and excite her, and then she thought, why shouldn't she? She's another woman, and she knows what turns me on.
"Eat me," she begged, "Eat my pussy."
"Jack me off," Charlie insisted, and she let her hand pump on his penis as she lay in this strange position, her heels pressing into Charlie's shoulders. But, for the two who were watching her getting her vagina sucked upon, it was a superb angle for a good view. Janice liked to perform fellatio or cunnilingus, as the case may be. And when she had the weed, she found it easier to let go, and do whatever she wanted to do.
Finally, she came, flash-flooding into Janice's hot, sucking mouth. The excitement was over, and Janice licked her cunt clean, and still she hadn't managed to jerk Charlie off.
"How about both you girls licking me down there?" he smiled, "One can eat my asshole, the other suck my cock off."
"I like to eat ass," Janice told him.
"If Donna doesn't mind, it's alright with me," Charlie smiled, getting up on the bed, and slipping a pillow under his buttocks so he could prop himself up at an easily accessible angle.
"No, whatever you want, Janice. You sure did a nice job of eating my pussy."
"Why, thank you," she smiled, proud of her achievement. Then, Donna gripped his rock-hard cock, and began stroking him, and massaging his balls.
"Suck my nuts first," he ordered. "When you finish licking and sucking on them, move onto my dick."
Janice didn't have to be told a thing. Her tongue instantly whipped around Charlie's hot anus. And then sliding it back and forth, she finally stiffened and tongue-fucked him.
At the same time, Donna was sucking each testicle into her mouth and gently sucking on it. She'd do one, then the other, and then she tried to get his entire ball sack in her mouth at once-and failed.
Next, she licked the underside of his huge pecker, and capped the crown of it with her mouth.
"Suck me," he panted, "Oh, baby, I'm ready now. Eat my cock!" She moved up and down his thick penis, and focused her mouth over the head of it, and slowly sucked, eager to get the juice out of it. "Ohhh, baby, that's beautiful," he moaned, "Keep it up!" And as she continued sucking, his hands reached down to hold her in place.
Her mouth moved faster up and down his penis, as she sucked away, and she gobbled down all the erupting cum. Then, the girl who was licking away diligently at his asshole, slipped her tongue out.
"You got a real sweet asshole, honey," she told him.
"You know how to love it, baby, I'll tell you that," he complimented her. Then she lay across the bed, and smiled, "You know how I make my living?"
"After that ass-suck I've got a good idea," Charlie chuckled.
"You really ate my pussy like a pro," Donna complimented her, adding 'pro' to leave a little sting, as she still could hardly accept a girl who had such strange morals.
"Well, I work the sex circus circuit-you know, fucking in front of rich people for their orgy entertainment."
"What?" Charlie asked in disbelief.
"Oh, my god, you mean this is your profession-putting on sex shows?"
"What's wrong with that?" Janice demanded evenly.
"Oh, nothing," Donna bubbled quickly, "It's just that I never heard of such a thing before."
"You're not from here, are you-either of you?" Janice asked, a smug smile playing across her face.
"No, we're not," Charlie informed her, "But we're interested in this sex circus, aren't we, honey?"
"Yes," Donna said reluctantly, not quite sure yet what Charlie had in mind.
"Well, I got hooked into it when I was down on my luck," Janice admitted. "I was a mainliner in those days and I needed money, and bad. So, this cat offered me plenty of bread if I'd perform-fuck before other people in freaky ways. I did it. At first I thought I couldn't do such a thing. But, when you've got to get the bread bad enough, you'll do anything."
"I guess that's the truth," Charlie said quietly, "How do you-?"
"How do you get into the circuit?" she smiled.
"Yes," he nodded. Now, Donna listened grimly, as the last thing she wanted to do was carry on sexually with a lot of people watching.
"I'll give you the number before I go. Old Pete is the cat at the top. He arranges the bookings, and it pays plenty so he makes you audition."
"Isn't that sweet?" Donna snapped sarcastically. "I suppose Old Pete wants samples too-that would be lovely, just lovely."
"No, as a matter-of-fact, he doesn't. Old Pete is impotent, sorry to say," Janice informed them.
"Why did you say you're sorry to say?" Donna asked her, curious to know how she thought about this.
"Well, he gets his kicks out of beating up girls, whipping them with whips until they bleed and other crazy, sadistic stuff like that."
"Old Pete is not for me," Donna laughed.
"Is the sex circus for you?" Janice smiled.
"Not yet, honey-thank god," she replied.
"Well, you never know," Charlie observed, "We've got to find some way to make moneys"
"Beats starving," Janice smirked, "and I don't dig waiting in food-stamp lines. I'm proud."
"How did you get hooked into this kind of thing?" Charlie asked her, frankly curious.
"I came to New York to be an actress," Janice revealed. "Well," she went on, "I made it for awhile. Small parts, sure, and I fell for a big shot actor. That was the beginning of my end."
"Why?" .
"He got me hooked on drugs. And once I was hooked, I couldn't stop taking them until they found me nearly dead. They managed to revive me, and here I am."
"Do you expect us to pay you?" Donna asked quietly.
"Let's not say 'pay', but if you've got a little gift to say 'thanks' to me, I'd accept it."
Donna went to her purse, and took out a five dollar bill and handed it to her. The girl looked at it as if she'd been given some rare gift of great value.
"Oh, it's only five, but I don't have much."
"Thanks a-lot," the girl whispered hoarsely, "thanks an awful lot."
And then, Janice got dressed and left Charlie and Donna alone.
"I'm proud of you, honey," Charlie whispered to her as they both were about to drift off to sleep.
"I had to," she said, "She's had such a hard life of it. We must never let New York do that to us."
"Honey, New York didn't do that to her. She did it to herself. And for god's sakes don't worry, we'll never wind up like that."
"I won't," Donna said defiantly, "I'd shoot myself first."
CHAPTER FOUR
The next day, Charlie suggested, "Honey, let's find an apartment."
"Can we afford it?"
"Sure," Charlie replied, "We've got to have a place to live. This hotel costs too much to stay at very long."
They drove around the Village and found out very quickly how expensive the apartments all were. And then they finally found a small place on the third floor of an old, tired-looking building. They decided they'd better take it quickly as there wasn't anything else anywhere near the price range he could afford.
"Well, this is it," Charlie smiled, "Home sweet home."
"We can do a lot with it," Donna said gratefully. "We can paint the living room white-that will make it bigger, and I wish we could put up shutter panels at the windows. I like the high ceiling too."
"It isn't too bad," Charlie consoled her, but inside he knew it wasn't much of a place, and he knew he had to figure out a way to get some more money.
"Baby," he smiled, "I'm going to walk around a bit, and then I'll come back. Here's twenty dollars for you to go shopping and get us some food."
"What do you want me to get?" she asked him.
"Anything you want to buy," he told her.
Charlie decided he'd go to the Pub-style bar on the corner and get something soothing, and consoling to drink. Scratching the side of his face, he sat down, and ordered, "Double scotch, and water."
"Coming up," the bartender smiled, trying to humor him as he knew he was a new customer and he didn't want him to take his trade elsewhere if he was moving into the area.
He got to talking a short time later, with a young man about his own age. He was complaining, "You know it burns me up how you can knock yourself out to make something move and then this happens!"
"What happens?" Charlie inquired.
"Well, you see," the man explained, "I'm a movie producer, and I had this movie ready to roll, and the girl cut out on us."
"It shouldn't be hard to find another girl," Charlie shrugged, "Actresses are a dime a dozen, I've always heard."
"Well, not for movies like I make," he said flatly.
"What kind of movies do you make?"
The young man turned and looked both directions, and then he smiled, "Sex movies."
"Oh, I see," Charlie nodded, and then he took another drink.
"Do you know where you could find me a chick who'd go along with-"
"With what?"
"A starring role as a dog-fucker," the young man said bluntly, "The pay is good, and Dandy is a nice dog."
"Dandy?"
"Yeah, that's the name of the Great Dane who stars opposite the girl in the movie."
"Does the dog get billing?" Charlie asked, certain the answer would be no.
"Sure, he does. He's playing the male lead, so why shouldn't he get co-star billing."
"Well, that's nice. Nobody can say you're not fair to dogs, can they?"
"No," the producer said, ordering another drink a moment later.
"I've got an idea," Charlie said, "I know a girl who I think would be perfect for the part. She's built, and she has a real sexy face."
"How much does she want?"
"Five hundred," Charlie suggested, knowing that amount of money could see them through for a little while anyway.
"I'll make a deal with you. If you'll give me Dandy, and let me give her the dog as a gift on week later, I'll have her ready and willing to star in your dog-fucking movie."
"I'll drink to that," the producer smiled, "the next round is on me-say, what's your name?"
"Just call me Charlie," he smiled, "and you are?"
"Harry, but they call me Horny Hairy, the dirty movie producer. But, I don't like it. Call me Harry and we'll get along just fine. But, I'll admit it, Charlie, when you talk about this chick you've got living with you, I get horny."
"We can arrange something there too," Charlie assured him confidently, "but let's not rush things. One thing at a time."
When they'd finished their drinks, Charlie went with Harry over to his small movie set, and met Dandy, the movie dog.
"He's a beautiful dog," Charlie acknowledged. "Yes, I think we can get something going."
"I certainly hope so," Harry said anxiously, "You have no idea what it's like to audition young women and then have to tell them it's a dog-fucking movie."
"Then, Dandy is mine to give to her. Right?"
"Right," Harry agreed, "But on one condition-you can deliver the hot chick before the cameras in one week."
"Shake on it," Charlie said enthusiastically, "A deal is a deal."
"A nice surprise," Harry chuckled, "She'll just love Dandy, and you know that animal is trained to give a good fuck!"
"Trained?"
"Sure, they have canine training schools all over for things like that."
"Oh, that's great," Charlie chuckled, "Then, Dandy will go to work-"
"You're on," he nodded, "Dandy is real good at sniffing out a good pussy, and you should see him fuck. He was wild about the girl I had set for the co-starring role."
"Are there a lot of lines to learn?" Charlie asked.
"Are you kidding?" Harry laughed, "These pictures are position parts. You just get in the right fucking position and hammer away."
Moments later, Charlie left his small Village studio with Dandy on a leash. When he went up to his apartment on the third floor, he unlocked the door, and stepped in with the dog. Donna could hardly believe her eyes.
"Whose dog is that?"
"It's a surprise gift for you," he smiled, "His name is Dandy."
"Oh, he's beautiful. He's a thoroughbred, isn't he?"
"Yes, he's a pedigreed Great Dane."
Taking the leash off Dandy, he watched the stud dog go over and get acquainted. Dandy was a reserved dog, but friendly. He went over and licked her hand affectionately.
"Oh, Charlie, the dog likes me," she smiled happily.
"You don't know how glad I am Dandy likes you," Charlie nodded knowingly.
"That was so kind of you to think of me," Donna thanked him. And then, she said, "I'll have to get some dog food for him. I didn't know we were going to have a dog when I went shopping."
"You know what I feel like doing right now," Charlie announced flatly.
"I have some idea," she said.
"Fuck you," he chuckled, and he started undressing.
"Alright, honey, but we haven't even had dinner yet."
"We can fuck first, and dine later."
"That sounds like a slogan," she told him as she started to undress. Dandy watched her closely, as she took off her clothes. He figured she was undressing for him.
"Oh, god, do you look great?" he smiled at her, as he once again thrilled to her great breasts standing up so rigid, so ready.
"Baby," she smiled, "Let me kneel before you and suck you."
Charlie stood with his legs parted, putting on his mostly manly stance, as the beautiful girl he had managed to fascinate, dropped to her knees before him to service his penis.
He held it out to her.
"It's all yours, baby, all nine inches."
"Is it that long?" she asked, holding it in her hand. He nodded quietly, "I measured."
She let her tongue lash out, and she began sucking on its juicy head. Then, she felt some thing sticky and wet at her vagina.
"Oh, what's that," she gasped, pulling her mouth off his penis the moment she felt the strange sensation at her vagina.
"That's Dandy," he smiled, "Dandy has to get his rocks off too, honey. You're so beautiful, you've got the animal kingdom turned on too."
"Do you think that's it?" she asked, "See how he licks me there. Ohh, honey, he's slipping his tongue inside me."
"Baby, how about a three way, Dandy eats your pussy, and you suck my joint. Doesn't that sound sexy?"
"Yes," she said, pulling his penis to her, and letting the dog go on licking around her hot triangle.
"Ohh, that feels good," Charlie panted as he pushed his sliding tool farther down her throat. "I'm loaded tonight honey, and when I finish feeding you my cock-juice, you won't need anything more. This is pure protein baby."
Dandy kept his tongue whipping around her gash, and Donna was completely perplexed. She couldn't undertsand how the dog could so effectively lash away at her vagina. Even Charlie's hot, thrusting tongue hadn't done any better.
"Eat my dick," Charlie told her. "Go after the juice! That's it, baby, suck it out!"
Reaching down, Charlie guided her over his tool, and then he watched the dog licking, sucking, eating her pussy.
"Do your thing, Dandy," he told the dog. "That's it, eat her pussy out. Eat it up."
The dog lashed away at her vagina, and this intensified the pleasure that she was obtaining from sucking on Charlie's sliding rule.
"Oh, baby, I'm almost there," he gasped, "Now! Hang on, honey. Fuck! Fuck it!"
The hot sperm shot down her throat, and at the same instant, she gushed. Dandy's hot tongue slid around her vagina, eagerly devouring her juices, while she sucked Charlie's cock.
"Do it, Dandy, eat her snatch. Yes, boy-at that hot pussy."
For a moment, Donna was puzzled. He was talking more to Dandy, than he was to her.
As she pulled off Charlie's penis, she got to her feet, and Dandy wagged his tail proudly. She bent over to pay him with a pat on his head.
"You did a good job, Dandy," she smiled, "You know how to make love, don't you, Dandy?"
Dandy responded with more tail-wagging, almost as if he completely understood what she had to say. Charlie got dressed, and told her, "Honey, I'm going out to get some food for that fucker. He deserves some good food."
"He sure does," she agreed.
And then, she went on with her preparations for dinner. Charlie didn't take long in coming back, and he immediately rewarded Dandy with a can of dog food. He wanted to make sure the dog linked his reward with his expert tongue action on Donna's hot pussy.
"This is a good meal," he smiled at Donna.
"It's just lean ground round," she told him, "I didn't know if you'd like this salad and vegetable or anything."
"Everything is real good, and you know why?"
"Why?"
"Because it was prepared with love." Reaching across the table, he patted her hand gently.
"We're going to make a go of it," he told her confidently. "I know that."
"I know we will as long as we stick together," she said, "I'm glad I left that stuffy old college to come to the Village with you."
"Have you any idea what kind of job you can find, Charlie?" Donna asked him when the meal was over and she was washing the dishes.
"I don't know, honey. I don't have much of a work-background to draw from. Mostly a playboy history, I guess."
"You'll find something."
"I sure hope so," he said aloud, but inside Charlie was hoping most sincerely he would succeed in avoiding work. Then, he could convince Donna to do her thing, and he could live off that.
"Thanks so much for Dandy," Donna said, as she sat in an easy chair, and turned on the teevee.
"It doesn't work too good," Charlie observed, "lots of wavy lines. I promise you honey when I get a job and get some money coming in I'll buy you a nice teevee."
"Baby, you're surprise tonight with Dandy is the most wonderful thing you could have given me."
When Dandy heard his name, his ears pricked up, and he came running across the room.
"See how much he likes you?" Charlie commented, "He just naturally goes running to you."
"I guess he senses that I like him. I've always been fond of dogs. I had one when I was a little girl I called 'Pal', and we went everywhere together. Then, we moved and Mom wouldn't let me take Pal."
"That's too bad."
"Yes, it really was," Donna said sadly, "Old Pal found us after we moved, and Mom still wouldn't let him stay with me. I never forgave her for that. So, you see when you came in with this big surprise tonight, you'll never know how happy you made me."
"I'm glad," Charlie nodded, his mind becoming a calculator, as he envisioned Donna and Dandy starring in a series of color movies in which they could demonstrate their love physically.
CHAPTER FIVE
During the next week, Charlie did a lot of acting himself. Only it was not for the benefit of movie cameras. It was for Donna. He had to convince her he couldn't find work. Night after night, he'd come back to their third story Greenwich Village apartment with a hard-luck story. And finally after one week, he looked at her, and said, "Honey, I made one big mistake."
"No, you didn't," she insisted, "You did what I wanted you to do. And as long as we're together we'll find a way."
"Yeah," he said grimly, "Love will always triumph and all that other bullshit."
"It's not a lot of b. s.," she said quietly, "We will stick together-at least I want to-no matter what."
Now, Charlie had her where he wanted her. He smiled, "Baby, let me tell you something," he said as if embarrassed. "I did find a way for us to make some money, but I don't like to even mention it to you."
"Don't feel that way," she said sincerely, "I'm always willing to do anything I can to help."
"Are you?"
"Of course, I am," Donna said, patting Dandy on the head, who'd just come over to sit beside her.
"Well, this is something a lot of people would-"
"As long as it's not robbing a bank or something," she laughed.
"Well, it's acting in movies-"
"Acting?" she smiled, "I'd love to act-I was in our high school play and they said I was the best performer in the whole cast."
"Well, this is another chance, but it involves Dandy."
"You mean one of those 'Lassie' kind of movies?"
"No," Charlie shook his head, finding it more difficult to tell her precisely what the score was as time went by.
"Well, what kind?" she demanded.
"Love stories involving dogs," he finally blurted.
"Dog-fucking pictures," she shrieked, "My god, what won't you come up with next?"
"You could wear a mask the guy said-"
"What guy?"
"Horny Hairy," he calls himself, "but baby, I won't let you do it."
Now, Donna was doing a lot of thinking. She got up and paced the floor. "If nobody could tell it was me, I suppose it wouldn't be too terrible-that is if Dandy and I-"
Charlie let her do her own thinking. And then he said quietly, "Five hundred dollars."
Donna turned around quickly, "Five hundred dollars. That is an awful lot of money."
"It is," Charlie said, shaking his head, "but I couldn't let you get involved in an awful thing like that, honey."
"I'm going to do it," she said, "Just as long as nobody recognizes me. If we need that money so bad, and all that stands in my way is my own foolish pride, I'll throw it aside."
"No, no, you shouldn't do it," Charlie went on acting, seeing how effectively he'd managed to manipulate her up to this point, and privately congratulating himself.
"Think of what five hundred dollars could do for us," she exclaimed, and running over to Dandy, she hugged him. The dog licked her face, as if sharing the joy and happiness she felt, capable of discerning her emotion, but not her motivation.
"Alright," Charlie said, "If you really want to, but baby, it kills me to let them use you like this."
"I've seen those pictures showing men and women doing everything when my girl friend Carla showed me some stills her father had of a dog and a girl."
"Then, when we get our hands on that money," Charlie thought out loud, "We can do marvelous things."
"Can I get one of those imitation fur coats?"
"Sure, baby, sure," he smiled.
"And I wish we had a stereo record player and-"
"How far do you think five hundred will go?" he finally asked her bluntly.
"That's right," she said sadly, suddenly becoming aware of the fact five hundred dollars couldn't actually carry her too far.
"Do you want to check it out with Harry?" she asked him, "and find out when they could use Dandy and me."
"Alright," Charlie smiled faintly, "But, I hate to have to ask you to help me out like this."
"It's us, sweetheart," she smiled, snuggling up to him, and then Charlie did the right thing to seal the deal, kissed her passionately. Now, he knew this was one woman who was so turned-on with him, he could get her to do most anything he wanted. And this was the only kind of relationship he wanted.
"I'll go out, baby, and I'll be right back. I know the bar where Harry hangs out, and I'll tell him you'll do it."
"I'll be waiting," she smiled, as he walked out the door. A short time later, Harry did walk into the bar where Charlie had gone to tell him the news.
"Did it work?" Harry asked him eagerly.
"Sure did," he smiled, "And you can say goodbye to all those worn-out old whores you've been hiring because I've got a chick who is really something to look at."
"Good-when do we start?"
"You name it, we'll be there."
"Tomorrow morning around ten would be great for me. By that time I guess we'd have all the boys ready to shoot the movie-now what are we going to call it?"
"I'm not good at thinking up titles to dog flicks," Charlie grinned, "That's your department, Harry!"
"Yeah," he said, "I'll think of something-maybe 'I'm in love with Dandy-my dog!' How does that grab you?"
"I told you," Charlie chuckled, "I'm nowhere in the creative department. That's up to you!"
"Alright," Harry smiled, "We'll see you tomorrow."
Then, Charlie went back to his apartment to tell Donna about the deal. She was waiting on the bed, with Dandy, and patting him and sobbing.
"What in hell are you crying about?" he demanded.
"Oh, I feel so guilty," Donna wept, "I haven't told Mom one thing about where I am, and if she knew I was doing this."
"Doing what?" Charlie demanded.
"Acting in dirty movies," she said between sobs.
"Oh, hell, I thought you agreed to-I've gone and told Harry that we would go through with it. You sure are giving me problems-"
Instantly, Donna saw she had a choice-a terrible choice; go against everything she believed in, or go through with it so she could keep her affair going with Charlie. She felt he did like her, but she couldn't help but wonder how he could permit her to submit to such things and still have any real respect for her.
"I'll do it," she said, brushing her tears aside.
"No, if you really don't want to-don't!" Charlie snapped. And she could tell from his flash of anger what problems her change of mind could create, and she knew she didn't dare back out now.
"I love you, Charlie," she said, her eyes dry now, her voice firm, and Charlie listened. Nobody had ever said that to him, but his father and mother. And now, the girl he had used every way he knew how was telling him she loved him. A sense of shame and frustration enveloped him.
"Baby, you don't have to do a goddam thing with that dog, I-I think maybe I love you too."
"You found it awfully hard to say-"
"I did," he nodded, "Because I haven't felt that way about any woman before you. Oh, sure I liked to ball a cute piece of ass any time I got the chance. But, this is different-"
"We can survive if we really care about each other," Donna smiled. "I know we can!"
The quiet ferocity in her voice sent chills up and down Charlie's spine. He hardly knew how to handle love.
"Just this one time," he smiled nervously, "and then I know I'll find something-"
"Sure you will, and this five hundred Dandy and I earn will help us out in this pinch we're in."
"I want to take you out to dinner, tonight," Charlie said quietly. "I want to celebrate."
"Celebrate?"
"Yes," he said, "I want to celebrate the day I realized just how much you mean to me, Donna."
Donna walked over and kissed him gently.
"Well, honey, I waited a long time to hear you say that."
"You mean, you thought a lot of me all along."
"From the very first moment I laid eyes on you, I knew I loved you."
"I feel like a bum here in this dump," Charlie said angrily pounding his fist on the table.
"Don't!" she insisted, "This is our home, call it anything you want-this is our corner of the world, and I love it-because-"
"Because I'm sharing it with you?"
"That's right," she replied.
"Get dressed," he said eagerly, "We're going to O. Henry's Restaurant for dinner."
"O. Henry's Restaurant," she smiled, "I've heard of that place. They named it after the famous author, O. Henry."
"Yes," he smiled, "And they have candlelight dining and such fascinating atmosphere. I've only seen it from the outside, but I said when we could afford it we'd go there to myself when I'd go by it."
"Can we afford it, now?" Donna asked softly.
"We can't afford not to go there, tonight," he smiled. "We've got to mark tonight as something special."
"Alright," she smiled, "I'll dress up."
And then they both dressed up, and went to O. Henry's Restaurant. The menu was impressive and not too terribly expensive. After they'd finished eating, they went for a walk to Washington Square Arch.
"Isn't this beautiful?" Donna smiled, as she looked through the famous old arch and up the avenue.
"It sure is-and someday, we're going to live within view of Washington Square. We're going to see New York from one of those high rise apartments."
"Do you believe that?"
Charlie nodded confidently, "Sure, I believe it, and you know what? I'm not going to ask my parents for any help."
"Good for you," Donna smiled, now seeing the masculinity emerge in Charlie as he faced his own future with radiant hope and inspired confidence.
And then they walked back to where they lived. And as they saw the crumbling old buildings, Charlie let the truth out, his own frustrating fears surfaced. "I just hope to hell, we don't wind up in one of these dumps permanently. You'd be hustling, and I'd be pimping or pushing dope."
"That's not going to be our fate if we don't want it that way," Donna said forcefully.
"You know, honey, I've read stories about a lot of kids that come to the Village from all over the United States, and they come full of dreams, and hopes, and plans. And then, as they get beaten down by the competition in the big town, they become discards, and wind up on the rubbish heap."
"Why do you always talk so pessimistically," Donna demanded, "Don't you have any faith in yourself?"
Shaking his head sullenly, Charlie levelled, "Not much, honey!"
"But you had rich parents and everything a kid could ever want-I came from a poor home where my father had died."
"You might have been rich in another way," he smiled, "Money is one kind of wealth, there are other kinds."
"True," she smiled, "We're rich when we have each other."
"That's what I mean," Charlie nodded, "You see my old man played around so much, that he couldn't be much of a father to me or a husband to my Mother. He had the money, and with money he used to tell me you could get any woman to suck your ass out, lick your balls, eat your joint-the works. But, without money, you couldn't scare up a smile or a hello out of a lot of them."
"So, he bought his women with his money?"
"Something like that. He got me started with one chick he got turned on with. He shared her with me."
"What?" Donna gasped, just beginning to realize what a strange past Charlie really had.
"It was like this," he smiled, recalling the sordid details vividly, "Daddy was home with this topless chick he picked up after she finished throwing her tits around for the trade, and he didn't think I would be home. I was supposed to be on a camping trip and Mom was out of town visiting her sister."
"And so?"
"And so, when I came in and caught him red-handed fucking up a storm, he flipped out. He had to think of something to silence me, and he figured if he'd involve me that he'd keep my mouth shut. Oh, it worked. That little sexpot, pouted, 'You never told me about him', and then she reached out for me. I went over, and stripped, and she sucked my cock off while Daddy ate her."
"What a nice arrangement," Donna said evenly. "I can't say I have much respect for your father."
"I don't have much use for him either," he admitted, "He's a real character."
"Apparently," she said, tightening her lips.
And then, they walked to their hotel, and up into their room. Dandy was waiting for them.
"I didn't take the dog out for a walk," she remembered, "I should have done that."
"Alright," Charlie agreed, "Dandy deserves the best treatment because he is going to help us make our living. He doesn't know it, but we're not supporting him, honey, he's supporting us."
"He wouldn't care if he knew it," she smiled, "He's a dear old dog, and I love him."
They let Dandy sniff around a small park not far from their hotel, and then he found the exact scent required to motivate him to water the proper plant.
"Why do you think they keep sniffing and won't do it until they decide upon a particular bit of grass or shrub?"
"That is a big mystery," Charlie laughed, "Nobody has figured that out. We've put a man on the moon, but we don't know why a dog sniffs before he urinates."
CHAPTER SIX
The next morning they both got up bright and early so they could get to the studio in time to go before the cameras at ten. Donna picked out a soft pink slack suit that always looked good on her, and she wore her dark glasses with the gold frames. But, something prompted her to wear a scarf around her head so she wouldn't be recognized. This gave her a feeling of security.
When they found the location, and walked in with Dandy on his new rhinestone-studded leash Charlie had picked for him, Harry was watching closely to check the girl out himself. When he watched her walking toward him, and realized she was a blonde beauty with innocent blue eyes, he knew he had made a correct decision.
"Well, good morning," he beamed, "and this is-"
"This is Donna, my girlfriend," Charlie smiled.
"Hi, Donna," Harry greeted her, and she took off her sun glasses, and said softly, "Hi, Harry-I've heard a lot about you."
"I hope it's all good. I met your boyfriend Charlie in a bar the other day and we got to talking-telling each other our problems, and when I mentioned the fact I needed a dog, and a beautiful girl-well, he told me he had you-and Dandy."
"We can use the money," Donna inserted quickly, deciding she'd waste no time in letting Harry know doing things with dogs was not exactly her idea of a way to make a living.
"Honey," Harry smiled, "I'm in it for the same reason. I don't like having to put you girls through the grind, but we're in a business."
"Right," Charlie chuckled, "The dog fucking flick business."
And then, Donna remonstrated him.
"Don't talk that way, honey. He's putting it like it is. Some people get a charge out of watching animals screw women. So, they are just catering to a public demand."
"Well, I guess you're right," Charlie said seriously.
"You have a dressing room," Harry informed her, "and all you will wear is a mask."
"On what?" Charlie laughed.
"For god's sake, stop it," Donna insisted, "I don't think that last crack was funny. It was dirty."
"Like the movies," Charlie laughed.
"You just go in there, honey, and take all your clothes off, and put the silver mask on we've got for your face, and then we'll have the lights set up around the bed."
"Who directs the movie?"
"I do," Harry told her, "I'm director, producer, writer, and film editor-all wrapped into one. A real threat to the no-talent characters who produce these beautiful, inspiring flicks."
Donna smiled, and appreciated the good attitude of Harry. As she went to her dressing room, she saw a small stand with a hot pot of coffee, and a plate of doughnuts nearby. Men were walking over, pouring coffee, and munching on doughnuts just as if it was like any other line of business.
"You made a big hit with him, honey," Charlie nodded assuringly, as he watched Donna undress.
"It's a business-like anything else," she said calmly. "I have a beautiful body, and they're paying me a lot of money if I let a dog screw me, so what?"
"Now, you're talking," Charlie agreed, and as he saw her attitude of guilt, and sorrow, switching over to one that is accepting, he rejoiced. A few movies, and they'd have plenty of money.
A knock was heard on the door, just as Donna was stark naked.
"Who is it?" she called out, picking up the silver mask and fitting it on her face.
"It's Harry, honey-how you doin'?"
"Just fine," she replied, "I'll be right out."
"With the dog too."
"Sure, I wouldn't forget him."
And then she stepped out bare ass naked except for the glistening silver mask which covered a small part of her face. Dandy acted delighted to be performing again. He had long been involved in such movies, but never had he had the honor of balling such a beautiful woman, and he was anxious to show her how well he could do this thing.
"I'll see you later, honey," Charlie smiled, feeling a small twinge of guilt, as he watched Donna march to the bed. That chick will do anything I tell her, he thought to himself, and knowing me as well as I do, I feel sorry for her.
She got on the bed, and Harry began his directing chore.
"Light her up boys, and let's get a reading."
Suddenly the bed was ablaze with lights as the men turned on the giant-size arc lights.
"Good boys, let's get a reading."
The man with the light meter stepped from side to side, as he obtained his light reading.
"Number one is too hot," he called out, "we're burning up!" The man behind the number one arc light turned it down a fraction.
"Okay, right-on."
When the light meter readings were completed, Harry called over to the cameraman, "Roll 'em in-that's it-dolly!" The camera moved forward smoothly on its double track dolly. And then, Harry looked directly at Donna. He didn't say a word for a long moment. Her beautiful blonde body, naked now, except for the simple silver mask was indeed one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. In a way, he hated to use such a sensitive, high-class girl in such a movie. Yet, he well knew the sleazy looking older women didn't sell tickets. It was the young girls they wanted. And they wanted to see them in every conceivable compromising position.
"Honey, I want you to use this," he said, tossing her a plastic dildo.
"How?"
"Just shove it up your pussy, and move it back and forth like you're screwing with it."
"Alright, but that seems like a funny thing to do."
"It may be funny for you," he smiled, "but that's what turns them on."
Donna inserted the plastic penis and pushed it in and out of her hot hole.
"Move in," Harry called over to the cameraman.
"Let's catch this in a tight close-up."
The camera dollied in.
"Make it a zoom shot," Harry ordered. And thus Donna's moist triangle, with her hand thrusting the plastic penis in and out as if she was masturbating was depicted.
"That's a good beginning," Harry smiled, "Alright, honey, throw the dildo to the side."
"Which side?"
"Pull it out with your right hand, and throw it to the right," Harry directed, "Don't worry about us talking," he explained, "We shoot this silent, and match music to it later."
And then, the dog was brought out.
"Alright, boys, ready to roll."
"And now, Dandy-go to it."
Dandy jumped on the bed, and Harry insisted, "Massage your cunt, honey, and get Dandy so worked up, he'll lick it, and then I'll tell you how we'll have him fuck it."
Donna reached down and began massaging her vagina. When she had done this sufficiently, sure enough, the dog wanted to get in there and lash it with his tongue.
"Do your thing, Dandy," Charlie told the dog, and the well-trained dog went to work eating her vagina.
"Open your pussy lips, honey, and let him get his hot tongue way up there."
The cameraman whispered to Harry, "Now, that's one dog I envy-look at Dandy go to it."
"He knows a good pussy when he sniffs it," Harry whispered back.
"That's it, help him honey. Keep those sweet, hot lips open!"
The dog's tongue lashed away inside her excitedly, "Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes, baby, fuck me, fuck me," she begged the dog, and suddenly, as the dog's hot tongue lashed on her clitoris enough, she gushed.
Charlie was watching from the side, feeling his own penis rising so much he could hardly stand it.
"Alright, boys, we'll take a break."
Then, coming over to Donna, he told her, "Baby, that was beautiful. You and that dog are fantastic! Yes, ma'm. We'll wrap up our little flick today if we keep shooting like this."
"I guess we might as well go to the dressing room," Charlie told her.
"Sure," she smiled. When they got in the dressing room neither of them knew that Harry had a small slot where he could film the action, if any, without their knowing it. He had always preferred 'natural' movies, especially when it came to sex, as it was the spontaneous outburst of passion that produced exciting results on film.
"Oh, baby, I got so excited just watching you and the dog go at it."
"Did you?" Donna smiled, as she walked over to him and pushed her naked body against his. Now, Harry was in his secret booth, and had another camera ready to go.
The camera clicked, and Donna thought she heard something.
"What was that?" she asked.
"I'd better lock the door," Charlie said, and then he unzipped his pants, and pulled out his penis.
"Honey, you'd better give me a fast suck-I'm so hot I've got to get my rocks off."
"Turn on sound," Harry advised, "This is authentic stuff-now let's get it."
"I hated to see you out there with everybody watching," Charlie said, "but you did get me excited, and when that dog began lapping at your pussy I wanted to be there."
"I'll blow you," Donna said, kissing him gently, and then she dropped to her knees, and reached for his penis.
"This is beautiful," Harry whispered to his cameraman. "Yes, yes, let's see how this sweet little thing sucks a great big dirty dong!"
Donna licked it, and then let her tongue sweep under the testicles, and lick along both of them. Next, she suddenly seized it, and let her mouth slip over its meaty head.
"Suck! Suck it off!"
The hot throbbing penis exploded in her mouth, and the creamy, sticky cum splashed all over her face.
"Oh, baby, I didn't get a chance to have you eat me for very long," he complained, "I just got my dong in your mouth and I shot off."
But, undaunted Donna wasn't giving up quite so quickly. She had a good idea that her hot-blooded lover could come twice, if he could gun-off that quickly. And when his penis didn't go down, Charlie felt the excitement surging through his body.
"Suck me," he begged, "Ohhh, baby, eat my cock. Eat it!" And then he stabbed it down her throat.
"That's it, baby, let me throat fuck you. Ohhh, ahhh, like that-yes, yes."
"Look at that tiger go!" Harry commented as he saw the scene through his peep-hole. "I hope you've got enough film to keep going without having to re-load."
"I think we have," the cameraman whispered.
"Suck me! Suck it off. Eat it, eat that dong, baby, eat my cock. Ohhh, yes, baby, yes!"
His hot penis stabbed down her throat, and she accepted him eagerly, pulling him closer to her with grappling buttock grasps.
"That's it, eat my dirty dick. Suck on it, honey, and I'll flash-flood your mouth."
"Ohhh, baby, now-now!"
Her mouth moved away so she could have the head of it in her mouth, instead of sliding down her throat when Charlie would shoot his penis off.
Charlie ran his excited fingers through her long, blonde hair, guiding her over his long, slick penis.
"Catch that-ohhh, I like to show that size when he slides out so he can give the girl a mouthful-a real considerate fucker, I must say," Harry mused.
"They're in love," the cameraman replied, "Nice to see a couple of wholesome kids in love, isn't it?"
"Bet your sweet ass it is," Harry chuckled.
"Now, now, ohhhh, I'm coming, I'm coming," he gasped, "I-I can't hold it, baby, get your mouth over it. Suck it out. Oh, I am loaded. Eat it, baby, eat my stuff."
The creamy, hot sperm flashed out into her mouth, and she sucked on it for dear life, her cheeks sucking in as she swallowed her lover's sperm.
"How was it? Did it taste good, baby?"
Slowly, Donna slipped her mouth off his rod, and then she looked up at him adoringly, "You always taste terrific to me!" and then she got to her feet, and went over to the mirror. "I guess I'd better put some make-up on. I'm all sweaty from those lights."
"Here," Charlie said, "let me slip my dick back in my pants, and I'll pat the pancake make-up all over your sweet little body."
He had a little difficulty getting his penis back in place. Finally he succeeded, and then he began applying make up all over.
"How about ending right there, while the kid is applying pancake makeup on her butt?"
"Can't think of a nicer finish to a very nice piece of film ?" Harry whispered. "Good deal!"
A moment later, there was a knock on the door, and Harry tried to open the door.
"Just a minute," Charlie called, "We'll be right out."
"Hey, what are you two doing in there?"
"What do you think?" Charlie laughed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When Donna stepped back on the set, the lights were ablaze, and everyone was eager to go on with the dog-intercourse sequence.
"Alright," Harry directed, "Donna, you get up on the bed, and spread for him-he'll know what to do."
"I hope so," she said nervously.
And then she spread her legs, massaging her vagina just as he had directed her to do. The next thing she knew the dog was jumping on the bed, placing his paws on her shoulders, and then she looked down and saw his huge dog-penis closing in on her vagina.
"Honey, just reach down and guide him, he wants it." Donna reached down deliberately, and helped Dandy get his huge, thick penis into her hot hole.
"Zoom in," Harry told the cameraman. "That's a honey of a shot-get it just as it slips past her slot-yes, yes."
"How does it feel, Donna?" the director nodded knowingly, a wicked smile playing about his lips.
"This is the best screw I ever had," she said, "Oh, Wow!" The huge, dog penis was filling her up as she'd never been filled up there before, and Charlie was becoming more jealous by the moment. If he had to compete with the animal kingdom's penises to please her, he thought it might become quite a difficult, maybe impossible task.
"Give it to her, Dandy," Harry called out to the dog. Dandy, looked back, his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth as if he was laughing-imagine getting paid to do this. The dog drove his penis hard into her hot hole, and she gripped it tightly with her vagina muscles and gave him a hot screwing.
"That's it, Donna, put some heart into it."
"I'm enjoying it," Donna enthused, "I never dreamt doing it with a dog could feel like this. Ohhh, wow! Fuck it!"
The wild fucking session went on, and the two of them wore totally turned-on with each other. Dandy discovering a new mistress, and Donna discovering a dog can be a superfuck.
"We ought to call this one 'Dandy and Donna'," the cameraman smiled, "Because they look like a couple of lovers."
"They are," Harry nodded, "See how she takes to dog-fucking. Some sexy women are just naturals for doing this, and Donna is a natural. We've got to entice this chick to do more movies for us. She'll be the biggest sex star in the dog movies."
"No doubt about it. Look at her pussy grab the dog's dick when he drives it up there."
Donna was stroking Dandy's furry sides, and smiling up at him, not even getting upset when he let a little saliva slip out of the side of his open mouth.
"Ask him, Donna, dear to fuck you! Give him some wild, dirty talk. I think that might turn him on too. He won't know the meaning of the words, but he'll understand."
"Fuck me," she demanded, "Fuck it, Dandy. Give me your big, old dog prick. That's it. Yes, yes, give it to me, Dandy, give it to me," she pleaded with the animal.
The lusty animal understood, and hammered it into her.
"Can we get an overhead shot?" Harry asked the cameraman.
"We'll have to get a new setup for that," he replied.
"Honey, can you keep Dandy fucking but hold it down so we can catch an overhead view of this beautiful sequence?"
"Okay," she replied, and she tried her best to stop Dandy from shooting his dog-dick off inside her. The first thing she did was to quit grasping his penis with her vagina muscles. Poor Dandy didn't quite understand. He thought she was going to continue gripping his penis, and nobody had told him to wait to get his rocks off until the cameraman caught an overhead shot of him screwing. He looked down at her curiously, as if asking, 'why, why?' and his expression conveyed such immediately recognizable meaning, Donna had to laugh.
"He's wondering why I quit grabbing his prick," she laughed, and Charlie watched the dog's expression too, and replied, "He does know. Dogs are intelligent. They really are! Maybe you'll dig Dandy more than me after this."
"I love you both," Donna laughed.
"That's fair enough, isn't it?" Harry teased Charlie.
"Yeah," Charlie chuckled.
When the cameraman was in place, he had the lights set up differently. The big, hot arc lamps went off, and then they were re-placed around the bed, and once more their burning light blazed on the cameraman's command.
"We're ready, Harry," he called down from the catwalk.
"Okay, let her roll! Turn him on, Donna."
"Dog-fucking is really work," Donna complained, "It isn't easy to make Dandy stop and start when he gets to stabbing that big dong of his up my gash."
"I'm sorry we have to frustrate him," Harry admitted, "but baby, these movies aren't easy to shoot. A lot of people think it's just one big ball, but I've got news for them-it isn't."
"Okay, if you two are finished," the cameraman commented nervously, "we'll get this dog-fucking show on the road."
"Fuck me, Dandy," Donna demanded, "Fuck it." Throwing her pelvis up, she gripped the dog's cock with her vagina muscles.
But, Dandy didn't respond. Frankly, he'd become frustrated. One minute, they're telling me to do it, the next they say stop, and now they say, shove it. And Dandy wanted it known that even though he was a dog, they couldn't get him all worked up, and then stop, so he didn't move.
"What's wrong with the dog?" Harry demanded.
"I have no idea," Donna said nervously, "I don't know what's wrong."
"Coax him, honey. Pat him, stroke him. Make up to him. And then slowly start your motor running, and maybe we'll get him screwing like we did when he stopped."
"I don't think you should ever stop him when he's going to town on me like he was when you stopped him a few moments ago," Donna told him flatly.
"So, he gets frustrated," the cameraman quipped, "Well, that makes two of us Dandy-I get all set to shoot, and the boss says, 'hold it, hold it'-so I know just how you feel when you're ready to shoot your dong off."
"That's it, baby, fuck mama," Donna cooed him, trying to use all the psychology she knew how. And Dandy bit. He slowly began thrusting himself into her again.
"Now, we're coming," Harry exclaimed excitedly, "We'll get this sequence right yet, I don't shoot my movies like a lot of other people around here. I aim for quality, and quality just takes time-I'm sorry, crew-but that's the way I make movies."
"Stop griping, the dog is fucking," the cameraman informed him, trying to divert his attention back to the directing.
"Alright, Donna, make your little ass wiggle. Give that dog-fucker what he wants honey, and he wants you!
"Ohhh, ahhh, Dandy, Dandy," she groaned, as the dog got going again. "Fuck me! Fuck me! I want it. I want it all. Shove it up there."
"Beautiful, Donna-that's fucking with feeling. Just what we want honey. Show it on your face. Intense joy, yes, honey, yes. You're enjoying it. Ahhhh, yes!"
Harry was getting so hot now, he knew he'd shoot in his pants if he didn't control himself.
"Fuck her, Dandy," he demanded, "Fuck her!"
Dandy drove his huge, throbbing dog-cock into her with piston-precision, and she gripped it excitedly, frankly, surprised but nevertheless elated that a dog could do such a fabulous thing as fuck her with such force, such feeling.
"Oh, Dandy, shoot that cock off. Let me feel you cum, baby," she gasped, a strange expression coming to her face, as if she'd temporarily taken leave of her senses.
The dog couldn't hold it a second longer. Her passionate plea was unlike anything he'd ever gotten when he'd used his dog tool on other women.
"Ohhh, he's coming, he's coming," Donna groaned in delight, her body turning and twisting in its sexual fantasy ecstasy.
"Give, Dandy, give!"
She gritted her teeth, and the dog shoved it up again, and she was certain he shot off again.
"Ohhhh, lover," she moaned, "You're shooting off again!"
"Look at Dandy tear into her," the cameraman smiled. "That dog knows when he's getting a good piece of ass."
"You'd better believe it," Harry chuckled.
When they had finished grinding, and driving, Harry called, "Cut-that's it. Print it."
Dandy slipped his penis out of her, and ran off to the side of the soundstage, where a plate of food had been placed for him by an assistant director who did all the menial chores. Dandy needed some food after all that had been taken out of him. He wagged his tail, and ate his food quickly.
Donna got off the bed, and as she walked to the dressing room, he restrained Charlie.
"I want to talk to Donna, alone," Harry smiled,' "I think she deserves a hundred dollar tip. She was that great."
"Why can't I go in there with you?" Charlie asked suspiciously.
"This is a conference between a director and a star," Harry explained, inventing quickly, "The best time to confer is right after a scene. Then it's all fresh in our minds."
"I guess so," he agreed reluctantly.
When Harry was alone in the dressing room with Donna, he locked the door. She observed this, and he quickly brought up the hundred dollar tip to stop her from saying no instantly.
"You're getting a hundred dollar tip for that work today, honey," he smiled. "And it's worth every cent of it."
"Oh, thank you. You're very generous."
"But, honey-can you do me a small favor," he smiled like an embarrassed little boy as he stroked his penis. She glanced down, and said, "I wouldn't say that one is a small" favor. It looks like a mighty big favor to me."
"Will you?" he asked eagerly, "And, baby take that mask off-I want to see your beautiful face."
Donna tossed the mask aside, and then she was totally naked. Harry was stripping too. She noticed he had a very athletic build, and she thought he must be at least six foot two. When he pulled down his shorts, his huge penis flipped into view.
Gripping it proudly, he smiled, "Feeding time!"
"I'm not a hustler," she said softly.
"I know it honey-why the hell do you think you turn me on like you do?"
"Alright-" she agreed, thinking about all the money she'd be making if she could just keep it up, blotting out her inhibitions, and doing anything demanded sexually, no matter how personally revolting it might be to her.
"Let's lie down over here on the sofa," he smiled, as she walked with him. He spread his legs, slipping a small plastic pillow under himself.
"How about sucking out my asshole first, baby?"
"I don't do that," Donna said flatly.
"Oh, come on," Harry begged her, "Just let your tongue slide around it a minute, and then glom on my big prick and blow me."
"I-I can't," she objected. She had done it for her young lover, Charlie, but that was different.
"Go ahead," Harry insisted. Closing her eyes, she let her tongue lash out.
"Oh, baby, does that feel fantastic, look at it, honey, it won't bite you. It's just my sweet asshole you're suckin' on."
He did like to drive in the screws. If she could at least keep her eyes closed, she wouldn't have to agonize so much, but apparently that was precisely what Harry wanted. So, she opened her eyes, and saw his tight, quivering anus close-up.
"Now, get your tongue nice and stiff, honey," he begged her, "And shove it up there."
Donna stiffened her tongue and then jabbed it up his hot channel with all her force.
"Now, you're suckin' real good," he smiled, "Keep it up, and I'll just ask you to pull on my prick, and you'll be doin' what's known in the trade as rimming and jerking-a very nice combination, I might add."
She reached up, and felt of him. His penis was huge now, and pulsating. She slowly jerked it, and he insisted, "Harder! Faster!"
She pulled on it with an increased pace to see if she could please the horny old bastard. He sure did like to have her do everything that could pop into his mind.
"Suck my ass out," he commanded her, "Suck it, honey, suck it. Ohhh, like that. Drive it up there. Farther! Oh, yes, like that. Faster! Keep your hand moving."
Donna felt sick of trying to satisfy men's carnal lusts, first it was Charlie making her suck everything on his body, and then it was Dandy driving his dagger-dick up her hot hole, and now, the producer Harry had to get his licks too.
"You're a sweetheart," he panted, pushing his buttocks closer to her mouth. "Ohhh, baby, better cop your mouth on my cock!"
She let her mouth slide over his joystick, and Harry was happy. He reached for the dildo which she'd used in the first scene in the morning, and he begged her.
"Give me the shaft, honey-I like to get my ass fucked too."
Now, she knew she had to finish him off, so she picked up the dildo she'd used in her snatch, and slid it up his hot, wiggling asshole.
"Yes, yes, baby," he panted, "Just the way I like it! Fuck me, honey-fuck me real good."
Her mouth traveled up and down his rod, as her hand moved the dildo in and out of his thrusting, pitching buttocks, and suddenly she had a vision. She realized now, that the movies depicting the colorful, tormented lives of whores never did tell the whole story.
As her throat felt his huge penis sliding down it, she realized that men can think of more dirty, disgusting things to do when they're paying a woman to have sex with them. The sky becomes the limit.
All the awful things they couldn't get their wives to do because of passionate love, they were now forcing other women to do, because they were down-on-their-luck. Either that or warped, she reasoned.
But one thing she knew, letting a man use her mouth and throat as a place to fuck the hell out of her wasn't exactly her idea of a good time.
"Suck that joystick," the producer begged the young naked skin-flick star, "Ohhh, baby, give, give, give me a nice, hot cocksuck. Keep that dildo going up my asshole, honey. Ohhhh, doesn't that dick taste good?"
And that was always another thing She never could understand. Why did each man think his penis was the greatest thing in the world for a woman's asshole, a woman's vagina, a woman's mouth and throat. Didn't it ever occur to them, the damned ramrod could be so long and hard it was disgusting.
"I'm almost there. Ohhh, now ... don't stop. Suck it!" he cried, and the big hot spasms of sperm flashed down her throat.
"Hurry up, will ya'?" Charlie demanded as he pounded on the door. "Don't take all night, will ya?"
"Coming," Harry laughed, "Yeah, I'm coming alright-" And to himself, he thought-coming right in your girlfriend's mouth. The boyfriend's surprise had backfired!
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Donna, Dandy and Charlie walked into their third story Greenwich Village apartment that night, they weren't talking. Charlie was disgusted-with himself, with her, and with the dog. Damnit, he thought, I'm competing with a dog's dick, and a producer's hot asshole. And, she'll go along with it because the money's good.
"Honey," he said, "I think we ought to get out of this racket. I'm sorry I ever suggested you get involved in it."
Donna went to the refrigerator, and got some seven-up, and then she brought out a beer for Charlie.
"Here, Charlie, have something to cool you off."
"Does it show? Can anybody tell I'm green with envy and that I want you all to myself."
"You wanted me to do it, and now you're telling me I'm no damned good because I did," she said sadly, "Well, you just can't have it two ways-I'm sorry."
"So am I," he said, "It's disgusting to think of people watching my girlfriend fucking a dog."
"Why?" Donna asked, now defending those who thought it was a perfectly acceptable form of entertainment because she was immersed in it herself, and her ego required justifying what she'd done, at any price.
"Because it's dirty and filthy to fuck a dog!"
Glancing at Dandy, she smiled, "Dandy, did you hear what he said?"
"He doesn't know what we're talking about."
"Maybe not," she smirked. "But you know you change your views as often as you change your shorts."
"Sure, I change my shorts everyday, cause their full of-"
"And so are you," Donna smiled.
"Don't you talk to me like that, you goddam dog fucker," he screamed at her. "That's what you are, a cheap, damned dog-fucker. You liked it today. How do I know you haven't been screwing with dogs all your life? You told me yourself, you had a dog named Pal when you were a little girl. I'll bet you seduced that dog-"
"You're out of your gourd," she said grimly, and then going over to her purse she brought back the money and threw it at him.
"Here's the money. Use it. I don't want it."
"You earned it," he smiled, "Sure, and you got a tip too. And don't tell me you didn't have sex with that good for nothing, double-cross ing, producer."
"Does that make me dirty? Too dirty for you to fuck anymore?"
"You bitch," he ranted, "You like to torture me, don't you? Well, I don't give a damn about you, so you can't reach me. No, you can't touch me at all-"
Donna felt a surge of sadness shoot through her body, as she realized that by doing what he told her to, he despised her. Her mother had been right all along, and her thinking she was too narrow-minded, was stupidity, and ignorance on her part. But, why did this learning about life have to be so painful? This she couldn't answer. She brushed a tear aside, and went into her bedroom, and lay down on the bed and wept.
She knew she mustn't disturb him with her heartbreak, for he was too calloused to care. Now, that he'd told her all about his family life, she realized that he was just running true to form, and it tortured her.
"I love you," he said, as he sat down beside her and stroked her hair. "Honest, I do."
"Would you just leave me alone?" she pleaded, "You told the truth. I accept it. I'm a dog fucker. And it's on film now for all the world to see."
"Oh, damnit," he gasped, getting up and walking back and forth in the confined quarters of the bedroom.
"I didn't mean it," he said softly. "I really didn't mean to call you names, honey."
He reached out and stroked her hand. And somehow, the touch of his hand made the torture she was experiencing seem less painful.
"Will you love me?" he asked her gently.
But, this time Donna didn't answer. His words were too cutting, too cruel for her to erase them from her troubled mind so swiftly. She wanted to in one way, but yet fought against his kindness overtures with another part of her personality. She knew that as long as she lived with Charlie there would be temper episodes like this. And she tried to decide if it was worth the agony, worth the awful all-gone feeling that would sweep through her when he lashed out. At moments like that, death seemed like a blissful destiny, and life, the most awful sentence she must go on serving.
"Baby, let me show you how much I love you with my mouth. If you'll just slip out of your clothes, there isn't a part of your body I won't lick on, suck, and love."
"Oh, Charlie," she wept, "You do love me. You do. You don't have any money you can give me, you don't have anything you can buy me or any places you can take me-but you will prove it with what you do have-your body."
"Yes, yes, baby," he sobbed hysterically, "forgive me, I've been drinking all day while I was watching you, and I guess I'm stoned out of my mind. I don't know what I'm saying when I'm loaded like this."
"I didn't know you were drinking-"
"Sure you didn't," he said dejectedly, "But I couldn't watch my girlfriend screwing that dog without drinking. It cut me up inside."
"Oh, Charlie, I love you-I know I do-but when you talk to me like that, I want to die. Do you understand?"
He nodded.
"I want to die too because I feel so guilty to think I'd ever talk to you that way."
"Yes, honey-my body is yours, the money is yours, my life is yours to do with as you please-what I feel for you no 'scrap-of-paper' could ever contain. People get married, and mouth a lot of cliches, but when I ran off from college with you, Charlie, I turned my back on everything-but our love."
"You're beautiful," he smiled, kissing her gently on the tip of her uptilted blonde nose, and looking deep into her gentle blue eyes.
He felt cooled by the blue of her eyes, and she wanted more than ever before to feel his hot tongue lashing all over her naked body, exploring the most intimate portions of her anatomy. She vowed she'd try to be a loyal, a loving girlfriend, with no demands that could confuse, frustrate, and enrage poor Charlie, who had his own despairs to conquer.
Rising off the bed, she walked across the room, and began undressing. Then, she flipped her breasts before him.
"You like these?" she smiled softly. The look in his eyes told her just how much he liked her bosoms.
"You've got a neat set of knockers," he smiled.
"Charlie, nobody, but you would compliment me like that?"
"Well, didn't I tell the truth?"
"Yes, luv, but only as you could tell it," she laughed lightly.
And then, she spread out for him, and he started licking her all over her face. It was a strange experience, unlike anything she'd imagined Charlie was capable of doing. His wet tongue swept down her body until he came to her breasts, and then he sucked on them passionately.
Continuing he let his mouth go down on her breasts as if to act like a suction cup, and then the tip of his tongue brushed back and forth, back and forth, and he became so excited he could hardly stand the thrill of it.
Reaching down he touched her furry mound. Then, he slipped a couple fingers in her slit, and played with her while he continued kissing, sucking, and nibbling on her breasts.
She knew she'd never felt anything like it before in her life, and she loved him for his passionate display. He moved with his mouth down to her legs, and then picked up her foot. His tongue trailed out to the edge of her toes, and then he sucked on each toe.
"That feels fantastic," she told him, "I-I like it!" He could tell she was turning on for her body wouldn't hold still, and then he took the other foot in his hand and sucked on her toes.
Sliding his tongue up one leg, he lifted the other, and reaching up he picked up a pillow, placing it under her hot buttocks, and then he whipped his tongue around her tight anus. This excited her, and she begged for more.
"Keep your tongue moving," she begged him, "Ohhh, ahhh, yes-yes, like that."
The hot tongue swept around her anus for a succulent second, and then, stiffening it, he thrust it up her tight channel, and drove it back and forth.
"Ohhh, ahhh, like that! You're tongue-fucking my asshole," she gasped, "Keep it up! I love it. No wonder you like it so much. When you put your heart and soul into this sucking it does feel fantastic."
"Sure it does, sweetheart," he smiled at her.
But, as he watched her golden, hairy triangle, he saw her begin to moisten and he became eager to taste her. His tongue slid smoothly out of her anus, and swept her sparkling golden pussy hair, encrusted with its juicy goodness.
As he licked away at her moist mound, his tongue suddenly dipped in, and darted out in a most pleasing and tantalizing manner.
She felt her vagina walls quiver as his tongue slid along her hot hole.
"Ohhh, ahhh," she groaned in delight as she felt him lashing away inside her as she'd never felt anybody before in her life.
Higher and higher his tongue slipped inside her, and then he dedicated its hot thrusts to her clitoris. She quivered, and shook as she felt him stab her with the tip of his stiffened tongue, and then she suddenly gushed.
"Ohhhh, baby, love me, love me," she cried as her passion peaked, and she climaxed.
Now, Charlie ate her lovingly, adoringly, savoring each drop of her hot, juicy pussy.
After it was over, she felt glorified, like a new person, and all the rage and anger that had been swirling around them suddenly had lifted.
"We're going to chart a new course in our lives," Charlie declared. "You're not going to have to fuck that damned dog Dandy again, honey."
But as he spoke, the sudden thought of never having Dandy's huge prong sliding up her hole made her sad. Yet, she dared not betray her feelings. That could prove very dangerous. So, she smiled, and whispered, "I love you, Charlie."
"Don't think I don't love you sweets," he smiled.
"How do I taste?" she asked casually. "Down here?" he smiled.
"Yes-"
"Sweet as honey-how do I taste?"
"Delicious," she laughed.
And then Dandy jumped on the bed. Dandy apparently had been watching and he wanted to get his licks in.
"Down, Dandy," Charlie said roughly, "She belongs to me--now beat it!"
Dandy was disappointed. He'd been watching and hoping that when Charlie finished licking her body, he could begin. Dandy was beginning to distrust the human species, and think they were too unpredictable. One moment, a woman would beg for him to be licking her, the next moment, he could be shoved away as if he didn't count.
He went over in the corner and sulked.
"I think he's hungry," Donna observed, "We really ought to feed the poor dog."
"If you want to, feed him," Charlie smiled, as he watched beautiful Donna rise, and walk out to the kitchen to find some dog food for Dandy. But, Donna had other ideas. Why not give him a consolation prize, like a little steak? She quietly opened the refrigerator door, and tossed him a steak. He caught it in his teeth, and soon was chewing it to bits.
Then, Charlie walked into the room.
"What in hell are you doing? You flipped out or something? Serving him steaks. You know meat is sky high, and you're serving the damned dog steaks."
"I'm sorry," Donna said evenly, "but I should think you could show a little consideration for his feelings. How do you think poor Dandy feels with you yelling at him like that?"
"I have no idea how he feels," Charlie snapped.
And then the dog began sulking in the corner.
"Dandy is a pedigree," she said proudly, "and you just don't treat pedigree animals like that. Dandy is almost human. That's more than I can say for you a lot of the time!"
"You trying to tell me something," he snapped.
"Take it any way you like," she countered, "but I've had my fill of taking slights, and cutting insults both for me and my dog."
"Maybe I should leave you two together now-is two company, and three a crowd?"
"After you said you were sorry, you talk to me like this? You're not one bit sorry. Not one goddam bit sorry. I hate you! I hate you!"
Donna went over to him and started pummeling him with her fists.
"I'll go, damnit if you want me to go so bad," he said tightly. She then stalked into the closet, and pulled out his clothes and threw them on the floor. He became outraged when he saw what she'd done.
"Pick them up, damnit," he snapped, "And right now!"
"Get out," she shrieked.
"I'm not going," he said snidely. "And you can't make me go."
by now, she was so weary, and heartsick, she ran to the bedroom, collapsing in a crying heap. The dog instinctively felt for her, and rushed to hop on the bed beside her. He licked her cheek lovingly.
"Well, you don't need me," he said evenly, "You've got Dandy. He can do it better than I can I guess."
She looked at Charlie through tear-stained eyes.
"Why are you so mixed-up? Why do you treat me so mean? You must be some kind of a sadist."
"I guess I am," Charlie said, bowing his head and looking down into the busy street with people hurrying-but Charlie couldn't help wondering why.
CHAPTER NINE
In the days that followed, Charlie and Donna spent the money that she'd earned in the dog flicks very quickly. When it was gone, they both looked for work, and each day the story was the same.
"What kind of experience do you have?" the guy asks me, Charlie complained, "Damnit, I don't have any experience, and how the hell can I get any if they won't let me work."
"I know," Donna smiled, "They tell me the same thing. It's almost like the world is against us? How much money do we have left."
"Eleven lousy bucks, and we owe a week's rent."
"Well, we've got to do something." Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the dog in the corner. And suddenly she walked over to Charlie, and said, "Let's face it. The only money they'd let us make was when I'd screw that dog. If that's what I've got to do to eat in this goddam town, I'll do it."
"I was thinking of that, honey. I could write and ask my Dad for money-"
"Don't ask your old man for a damned thing," Donna snapped. "He'd pull you away from me so fast it would make your head swim, and you know what? He'd say it was all my fault that you are where you are right now."
"I know it. He's the biggest buck-passer in the world," Charlie said evenly.
"Can you find out if Harry is making any more movies?"
"I can always check it out at the bar where he hangs out if I want to," Charlie said, "but I've been staying away from there because I don't want to have him begging me to get you to do one of those movies again."
"Honey, I don't mind."
"Alright," he said, "I'll go check it out. I promise I won't get bombed out of my mind."
"With eleven dollars you won't have much chance," she smiled. And then, Charlie stepped out.
She lay on the bed, and sobbed. When Dandy saw his mistress crying, he ran over and jumped on the bed beside her. The only way he could sympathize with her was to let his hot, sticky tongue slide along her cheek, and the back of her neck.
Then, she got warm inside, and wished he could love her. The terrible frustrations and fears that hung over her mind made her desperately wish she could escape into her own sexual fantasy, where she could forget the horrible problems that were forever haunting her.
"I love you, Dandy," she cried, and hugged his neck, and then she looked down and saw the enormous erection the dog had. She reached down and touched it, and Dandy seemed to smile.
"I'll let you have it, honey," she said aloud, almost as if she thought the dog could hear and understand her words. She undressed quietly, and when she was stark naked, pushed the bedcovers aside. Then, when she was naked on the sheet, she spread for the dog.
And Dandy was delighted to take the opportunity of loving his mistress. He instantly let his tongue lash out so he could shower his affection upon her.
"Love me," she begged, the dog-"love me!"
Dandy placed his paws on her shoulders, straddling her. For the first time Donna got a chance to see what she looked like when the dog was going after her. She glanced up at him, and smiled, "Sock it to me!"
To show the dog she meant business, she reached out and gripped his huge, penis. And then she guided him into her hot vagina.
"Ohhh, ahhh, that's it, that's it," she moaned, as she felt the dog's penis sliding in and out, faster, now still faster. Again, Dandy let his mouth hang open, and his tongue hang out of one side of his mouth. The saliva dripped.
The touch of it on her body didn't bother her at all. She was in love with the dog, and anything he wanted to do was alright with her. Dandy never shrieked at her. Dandy never cursed her, accused her with awful names, or cursed her. All Dandy wanted to do was love her, and love her-he knew how to do so very well.
"Fuck it," she cried and the dog stabbed her gash, faster, still faster.
"Oh, Dandy, give it to me! Give it to me!" she gasped, as she felt his penis plunging high into her tight vagina. She gripped it, and massaged it, and the dog kept panting, pushing and her hands' went up to pull him tighter to her. "Give it to me," she begged, now completely uninhibited, and a feeling of great love flowed between her and the animal.
"Fuck it!" she gasped, "Fuck me!"
With piston-precision, Dandy drove it into her. Again, he got so hot, he let his jaw hang slack, and the tongue flip out the side of his mouth, almost as if he was laughing he was enjoying fucking the girl so much.
"Now, now," she cried, as the passion built within her hot loins to the breaking point. Her hands rubbed the dog's fur, and he looked down into her eyes, stabbed her hard, and unloaded. At the same instant, Donna came gushing. The dog continued thrusting inside her.
And then it was over. She lay there panting, and Dandy pulled out on cue, and jumped off the bed and went out to the kitchen for some food.
Again, she opened the refrigerator and found some lean ground round to feed him. After the fracas over the steak and in their low money condition, she knew she needed to console the creature with food, but not go so far as to serve him a steak.
The dog had no more than finished his food, than Charlie returned. He had a smile on his face, so Donna thought there might be some good news.
"What did you find out?" she asked, "Did you locate Harry?"
"Yes, I saw him," he smiled, "and I think I know of a way we can make some good money."
"That's great," she enthused, "Please tell me what you found out-I'm all ears."
"Well, Harry quit making movies. He said he's gone into a new business, and he'll help us out if we're interested."
"Go ahead-"
"Well, there's a chance to put on exhibitions," he smiled. "You, me and the dog."
"Call him by his name," she smiled, "I think we owe him that, don't you?"
"Honey, he's not a human being," Charlie shook his head.
"He's a lot more human than some human beings I know," Donna assured him.
"Well, we have to do different wild things and then we wind up with your Dandy-fucking act."
"And how much?"
"Two hundred a night!"
"You've gotta be kidding," she exclaimed, "Think of how much money we could make with a few nights work."
"Harry has got himself an answering service. He calls it the Home Massage Service, and when we talk to him he says, You will be going out on your massage assignment' here or there or wherever!"
"He's a sharp operator, isn't he?"
"I guess so. He said he sold the movie he made with you and Dandy, and that is how he got the money to go in his phony massage business."
"Sometimes I wonder," Donna smiled, "Are there any legitimate businesses?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, look at cigarettes-they can kill you, but it's a business. Then, there's the car business, and that makes the smog and smog is a killer. Take the candy business-giving people rotten teeth, and not nourishing or good for them, and all that crappy soda-pop. But, I might as well forget griping about them-I'm just an exhibitionist, putting on a sex show for money."
"Baby, war is what's awful, not making love. We're not killing people. We're just trying to turn them on with a little excitement, that's all!"
"I guess you're right, when you look at it like that. And, Dandy-he is such a sweetheart!"
"I'm beginning to wonder if you don't think more of him than you do of me," Charlie pouted.
"For god's sakes don't get jealous of a damned dog," Donna snapped.
"What are you so uptight, about?"
"I'm hungry, that's what," she said fitfully. "We haven't had enough to eat for the last week."
"But we always have enough to feed Dandy, don't we dear? Now, don't tell me you fed him that ground round I was planning to eat tonight."
"You have eleven dollars left, don't you?"
"Not now. I blew it at the bar. I had to buy drinks for Harry, honey. After all, he's helping us out, and I don't want him to think-"
Finally, he calmed down.
"When can we start?"
"How the hell do I know?" he snapped.
"I'll pawn my watch," she said calmly. "It doesn't mean much to me anymore."
"But that's your diamond graduation watch you said your mother gave you-you can't pawn it."
"I must pawn it," she said quietly. "But tonight, I don't know what we're going to do."
"We can always eat each other," Charlie chuckled, "like a couple of cannibals. I'm horny! Would you like to sixty-nine with me?"
Suddenly, Donna remembered the dog had shot inside her, and she hadn't cleaned herself. She hesitated, "I'll take a shower first, honey. Then I'll be ready. I've got some soup I can heat up for you. How would that be?"
"Anything at this point," he said quietly. And so, she fixed some soup for him, and moments later took care of herself in the bathroom and showered. She felt better when she had an alternating hot and cold shower.
Then, she stepped out of the shower, and covered herself with a fresh smelling body splash. She felt great again, and proceeded to walk into the bed and lie down to await Charlie.
"Honey, I'll shower too," he smiled wanly at her. He went into the shower, and again he thought about what he'd done with their lives, ever since he drove away from college. It had been like a total nightmare, and where it would end-he didn't know. But, he did care, for he was begging to understand, and love Donna.
Donna lay there, and she smiled as he came back and lay down beside her.
"I need you," she whispered, as he lay beside her. Her tongue whipped out and she began sucking on his behind. He licked all around her anus, and soon was plunging his hot tongue inside her there.
In a moment, tongue-stab being matched with tongue stab, up this most intimate channel. And then they both switched over to each others genitals.
Grasping his penis in her hand, she licked on it like it was an ice cream cone. Charlie let his tongue slide up and down her gash, enjoying it more every moment.
They each wrapped their arms around the others thighs, and held on tight for dear life.
"Suck it," he begged, "Give me what I need, honey." She let him slide his tool down her throat, and accepted it. As it slid up and down, she got so she even enjoyed the smell of his body which was beginning to sweat. She liked seeing his curly, pubic hair, and the feel of the throbbing, swollen male member as it stabbed in and out. Then, she could feel him licking the juicy walls of her vagina, and it excited her no end to feel the hot, stabbing tongue go to town on her.
"Ohhh, baby, eat me, eat me," she moaned, and then he got uptight.
"Get your sucking mouth back on my prick, baby-I'm almost there."
Grasping his mainstem, she returned to sucking on his juicy joystick, and she lavished her hot tongue on its meaty end, thrilling to the size of it.
Dandy was watching attentively in the corner, and not complaining. His mistress had just given him his, and he was completely satisfied, so why should he get upset.
Now, the penis was plunging so far down her throat, she knew she'd never get a taste of his juicy prick in her mouth. If he planned to feed her protein prick-juice, she reasoned, she'd better let it slip out so it was in her mouth when he would shoot it off.
Easing her way back, so she could focus on sucking on his meaty head, she felt him suddenly gushing. This triggered her own response, and she gushed too.
The two of them were devouring each other, and Dandy was licking his chops, as he imagined how much fun it would be. Finally, she eased herself off his flagpole, and lay between his thighs, her head resting on one thigh. He smiled up at her.
"The view from here is just great," he told her.
"I like the view from here too, honeyyou've got a nice, smooth, blonde butt-easy to love."
"What about my prick?"
"Easy sucking," she smiled. "You like my pussy?"
"Best cunt in town," he smiled, "When we finish the sex circuit, they'll be calling me Sir Superstud, and you Miss Supercunt-how do you like them apples?"
"As long as we can save up a little money so we can get out of this racket and find some other kind of work."
"I'm with you, honey," he smiled.
And so they lay like this, just admiring each other.
"Do you know this is how we made it the first time?" Charlie reminisced.
"I remember," she smiled. "I thought you were about the handsomest guy I'd ever seen, and I wanted to do everything possible with you."
"I felt the same way," he assured her, "I just flipped out when I saw you-I had to ball you."
"I guess sex can be like a compulsion," Donna thought out loud. "I mean it gets to the point where you've got to make it with someone and then it gets bad. You can't get that turned-on without trouble."
"I've controlled it since I've been with you," he said earnestly. "At first, I thought I had to make it with other women, but I don't think that way anymore."
"I'm glad you don't," she smiled.
"Dandy, come up here," Charlie grinned, "Come on, Dandy." Dandy didn't move.
"Why doesn't that dumb dog mind me?" he shouted angrily.
"He's not dumb," Donna defended the dog, "He's very wise. You're the one, honey, that's been dumb. Dandy is going to make it possible for us to eat, and you've insulted him, and got ten jealous, and now you can't order him about and expect him to instantly accept you again."
"You think that dog knows that much?"
"Dogs can sense many things human beings can't," she said softly. "I'll call him, and he'll come-you'll see."
Donna looked at Dandy and called him over to the bed in a dignified, quiet manner.
"Come over here," she said softly, and Dandy instantly did as he was told. Now, Donna had proven her point, and Charlie had no alternative, but to listen. And he decided, maybe she was right after all.
Stroking Dandy, he smiled, "You're a good fellow, Dandy!" Dandy bent over, and licked his hand, and Charlie smiled at Donna who was watching, and then they both burst out laughing.
CHAPTER TEN
The very next day, Charlie called Harry's phony massage answering service. Harry was happy to hear from him so soon.
"Say, we do have a call. A party over on Twenty-Sixth Street-at the New England Hotel. Right. Just go to the desk when you, and Dandy, and Donna go there, and they'll direct you-sure-sure, that's alright."
"What time?"
"Ten thirty tonight."
"Thanks, and the price is the regular fee."
"That's right!"
"We'll be there."
Charlie hung up, and rushed in to tell the good news to Donna. The dog was on the bed, licking Donna's great breasts. Charlie chuckled, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything between you two, but if you're interested we're booked into the New England Hotel tonight."
"Oh, that's great," Donna smiled, "I'm so happy to hear that, honey."
"You won't have to put your watch in hock," he told her proudly, "See, old Charlie can work wonders when he has to."
"Of course you can-now Dandy-you let me get up. I've got a lot of things to do today."
"Do you know, honey-I'm going to be included in this sex show tonight. I have no idea what they're going to make me do to you."
"Well, honey," Donna smiled gratefully, "We'll be in it together, and I like that."
"So do I," he said, "So what if people watch us enjoying ourselves."
"Don't forget Dandy-he's an important part of our act," she reminded him.
"I know he is, honey," he nodded, "and you know what I'm not jealous of the old boy anymore. He's not such a bad fellow if you treat him good."
"That's all he wants," Donna smiled, "And honey, isn't that all human beings want-to be treated fair and square!"
"You're right," he said.
The day swept by quickly, and before they knew it night had descended on the city, and they were on their way to the New England Hotel. They didn't have enough money to take a taxi, and they couldn't take Dandy on a bus. So, they decided to allow plenty of time to walk to their appointment.
"I love it when it's foggy like it is tonight," Donna grinned, "See the hands on the Metropolitan clock-how they stand out. They look like they're suspended in space."
"And the Flat Iron building. That's a land mark if there ever was one," Charlie laughed. "But this park might not be the safest place to walk in alone at night."
"But that's just it-we're not alone anymore. We've got Dandy, and he'll protect us. Come on, I like this quaint old park-Madison Square Garden used to be here."
"Alright, we'll walk through the park. We have time and you're right, Dandy will tear into anybody who wants to make trouble for us."
Finally, they came to the New England Hotel and went inside, and over to the lobby. They asked the desk clerk for the letter that Harry said would be left for them.
"Oh, yes-here it is-" the clerk said, as he found it in a pile of mail on the front desk, which still had to be put in the proper room slots.
"Thanks," he told the clerk, and together Dandy, Donna and Charlie walked across the lobby, sat down in a couple of wing chairs, and read the letter.
"Go on up to 1004. They will be expecting you. A small satchel of equipment will be provided for you, and you can take it from there. Good luck on your first assignment." And it was signed-'Harry.'
They took the elevator up to the tenth floor, and when they got there, they went down the hall to the room Harry had told them to.
Knocking, they soon got a response.
"Yes, who is it?"
"Harry sent us-Charlie, Donna, and Dandy-"
"Oh, yes, come in-we were expecting you," the voice said, and the small peep-hole in the door closed.
And then they went inside.
"You will be performing in the center room of the suite. This is a commerce convention, and we're having a little stag party-"
"That's nice," Donna smiled.
They went into the huge rooms, and soon found their spot to do their dressing. There was a note, and a small box. The note read: 'Enclosed, you will find a dildo and straps. The woman is supposed to use this, as she has intercourse with the man. She rams it up his rectum, and he angles his body correctly, making it possible for her to blow him, and screw him, at the same time-no small feat, and a very entertaining exhibition can be provided, provided the information is followed contained herein.'
Donna handed the note to Charlie who read it and laughed. "What next?"
"And then you finish with your dog-fuck!"
"That's right," Donna smiled, "Doesn't it sound like a lovely show?"
"I'll say," Charlie said, as he started stripping. "Honey, for that kind of money, I'd fuck a goose."
"Don't say it aloud," Donna warned. "They'll probably run right out and bring back a goose for you to fuck."
"I'm sure Harry would do just that," Charlie laughed. And then he stood there stark naked, watching Donna as she strapped her dildo on. She looked a bit comical to him, as she turned around, pointing the huge plastic penis his direction.
"I'm almost afraid of the thing," he said, "You better give me a pretty good lube job before you do that."
"They put some vaseline in with it, honey, so your sweet ass doesn't have a thing to worry about."
She pulled out the jar of vaseline, and held it up.
"Put some on that damned dildo," Charlie insisted.
"How about your asshole?"
"I'll need some there, too," he smiled, walking over to use his own finger to dip into the jar and apply some on his own tight anus.
And then, he rubbed it all around himself there, and Donna greased the dildo. Dandy was watching as if to say, 'are you going to forget me?'
"But, Dandy, you don't need any," Donna spoke to the dog.
"Do you think he understands you?" Charlie asked, curious to know if she really thought she was communicating with the dog.
"Naturally," she smiled, "Naturally!"
"We're ready for you kids when you're ready," the man who let them in announced.
"We are ready," Charlie smiled, and the two of them walked naked into the adjoining room. A circle of naked men were around a mattress which had been dragged to the center of the floor, and covered with a sheet.
Low-key lighting, and funny music with an African drumbeat sound was playing.
Donna and Charlie walked in like professionals, not looking to the right, nor glancing to the left.
And then they got down on the mattress that had been provided for them and went to town. Charlie lay on his back, raising his legs dramatically, so they would be on Donna's shoulders. And then, she chanced to glance around the room. Draped over each man's leg was a woman sucking on his penis.
Scratching nervously, she was sorry she even looked. It might distract her own performance if she watched what was going on.
Then, she guided the dildo into Charlie's hot, tight anus. She drove it slowly, easing the large head of the dildo into place. As she drove it up there, Charlie suddenly felt an awful pain. But, the pain passed quickly, and was replaced with a delightful sensation he completely enjoyed.
"Oh, baby, fuck me," he begged, and then he got a glimpse of the action going on in the audience. They were flipping out, fucking and sucking up a storm like nothing he'd ever seen in his life before.
And he got so heated up with that one glance, he was eager to feel Donna's hot mouth sliding up and down his rod. So, he began arching himself to make his penis fit into his girlfriend's mouth. Donna helped. Reaching down, she gripped his penis, and began pulling on it.
"Now, we're almost there," he said tensely, as he looked at his huge penis-head inching closer, and closer to Donna's eager mouth.
"Stick your tongue out, honey," one man in the audience called out. Donna did just that, and it bridged the gap of the distance between Charlie's penis, and her hot tongue.
"Ohhh, does that ever feel good now," Charlie enthused.
"Sure it does," one man retorted, as he overheard Charlie whisper this to Donna. "A good hot mouth always feels good over a hot prick!"
This brought a round of laughter among the men.
"Suck it, baby, suck it," he begged her, "That's it, eat my dong! Eat it up!"
Donna let her tongue sweep around its smooth head, and she dipped the tip of her tongue in its small slit at the top. This got him so excited his body was quivering. It was hard to have so much going on at one time. And the more she sucked, the more excited, he became.
"Now, baby, go way down on it if you can!"
Donna tried but couldn't quite make it. Her hand reached down to play with his balls while he went on thrusting.
"Suck it," he cried excitedly, "That's it, baby-eat that cock! Eat it up-suck it off!"
Charlie reached out and held Donna's head over his penis. She kept her dildo driving action going, and Charlie's tight anus muscles clutched at it. He was quite surprised at how much feeling, and excitement rested in a hot ass-fuck. With the dildo slamming home, he got some idea of what it felt like when he did it to a woman.
And then, Charlie heard men out in the audience coming. Apparently his role was that of Sir Stud. All the men were watching, and they were going off at different intervals. He heard one man talking dirty to the girl who was licking his prick.
"Eat my dirty dick, you cocksucker," he cried out, "eat it, honey-eat it. That white milk is real thick honey, and you'll like a gob of it hurtling down your throat."
Apparently that was how he got his jollies, Charlie figured. A split second later, he heard the girl making loud, sucking sounds as the man shot his load in her mouth.
"Fuck it," he told Donna, not wanting to distract too much from the hot ass-fuck he was not only getting, but thoroughly enjoying.
Again, his attention was distracted when he heard a man panting, and thrusting, "Eat it, don't spit it out-eat the stuff!"
The cum was dripping out of the sides of the girl's mouth, and apparently the man was burned up because she hadn't swallowed it.
"That's no good," he complained, "You're supposed to swallow it all."
"Be quiet, baby or I'll bite," the girl tried to joke him out of his bad humor because he didn't get precisely the thing he wanted to get.
"Give it to me, baby, give it to me," Charlie gasped, as Donna went on drilling his hot, tight anus.
Then, he got so hot, he knew he was going to explode any minute, "Suck my cock," he cried out, "Suck it off. Go after the juice. Eat it up. Gobble it, baby!"
Sir Stud was performing, and Miss Supersucker was too. The men and women in the audience couldn't help but find the erotic display of the two performers both fascinating, and exciting.
And then, Charlie came. Donna drove in with sharp impact, and at the same time sucked very hard on his penis.
She got a big mouthful, and Charlie was proud of himself. "Eat it up, honey-eat the sticky stuff. It's good for you."
Here, Donna did not have to be forced. Having developed a definite taste for sperm, she thoroughly enjoyed this chance to eat his prick-juices, and be paid as a performer at a sex exhibition as well.
This got the others there, and soon you could hear, "Suck-eat it-gobble that prick-ohhh, ahhh, suck-suck" all over the room, as the stimulating couple brought the rest of them to a scintillating climax.
Once it was over, Charlie added a finishing touch. He let her slip it out of his asshole, and then he threw his arms around her, letting his hands slip down to her smooth, round buttocks, and then he started Frenching with her, licking his own cum from her mouth.
This brought a round of applause from the attentive audience, that felt they'd earned it.
After that, Charlie and Donna got up, with Donna still wearing the awkward dildo, and together, they walked out of the place. They were smiling, and laughing, and feeling quite confident that the future held only good things in store for them. While their display was definitely lusty, and erotic, their act had one difference. They were in love.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
When they were back in the room where they'd undressed, and left Dandy, the host came to them.
"You kids were just great. That audience loved you. Say, would you like something to drink?"
"I'd like a vodka tonic," Charlie smiled, "And she likes bourbon."
The man brought them the drinks, and as Donna wiped off the plastic dildo with a tissue, and put it back in its box, Charlie suggested, "I could use one of those things around my place! I need a good ass-fuck now and then."
"Isn't my tongue enough?"
"Well, the tongue is a good prelude for what you did, tonight, honey," he smiled, "It felt good. I've got to screw your sweet ass more often."
"Thanks, but no thanks," Donna grimaced. "The last time you tried it I didn't think I'd have any ass left after you finished."
"Was it that bad?"
Donna nodded.
A short while later, the host returned. "Well, kids," he smiled, "I guess it's time we went on with the dog part of the show. He's such a nice looking dog-what do you call him?"
"Dandy," Donna smiled, "Because he is a dandy. He's a Great Dane pedigreed dog."
"You can tell he's an exceptional dog," the host agreed. "I can't wait to see him in action."
Donna and her dog walked back into the living room. She was ready to go on with the dog. And it seemed Dandy was eager to perform too. She lay down on the mattress, and when there was a smattering of applause, Dandy took a bow. This brought the house down. The people couldn't remember ever having seen a dog who could act as human as Dandy could.
Then, she lay back, and whispered, "Fuck me, Dandy, fuck me!"
As if the dog completely understood what his mistress was saying, he placed his paws on her shoulders. Reaching down, she guided the dog into her slit. The feel of the tip of his penis excited her, and she gasped eagerly, "Fuck me, Dandy-fuck me!"
The dog drove it into her, and she gripped it tightly with her vagina muscles, effectively stroking his mid-section as he drove it into her. Again, Dandy looked toward the audience, with his jaw hanging slack, his tongue flipped out the corner of his mouth, and his tail wagging, almost as if to say, 'Look folks, I'm fuckin'.
The audience loved it, and applauded still louder. And somehow their applause seemed to stimulate Dandy. Dandy drove it up there savagely.
"Fuck me, Dandy, fuck me," Donna begged the dog. She threw her body up to meet the dog's cockthrusts, and she held him, as his paws pressed into her shoulders.
"Now, now!" she cried, all inhibitions thrown to the winds.
The audience cheered because it was easy to see how much she was putting into the performance. And then the dog came. With a sudden burst of sperm, it shot into her. She ground around, squeezing the dog's penis effectively.
"Ahhh, ohhh, Dandy, you're beautiful," she moaned, as her hips twisted this way and that, making a big display of her passion for fucking.
"That's the way to do it," she cried, "Ohhh, ahhh, yes, baby, yes-fuck me!"
Dandy delivered another good load, much to the audience's total delight. Donna was right-on, and so was her dog lover. The audience expressed their appreciation, in stormy applause, and when Dandy slid his huge, dripping-with-cum, tool out of her, she took a bow.
From the sidelines, Charlie watched, and when she saw him, they all walked back to the center room of the suite together. The host came over and gave them an envelope each.
"This is as per our arrangement," he smiled, "We're very pleased with your performances, all of you-and I must compliment you on your well-trained dog. One of the finest dog performances we've had in a long time."
"You mean you have other performers?" Charlie, asked in surprise.
"Why, yes," the host smiled, "This is what is known as the Friday Fuck Club. We get together and have a ball, balling, if you know what I mean," he smiled.
"I read you," Donna nodded, "More power to you!"
They checked out their envelopes, and were delighted to see that they contained two one hundred dollar bills. They both looked at Dandy, and Charlie was the first to speak out on what was on both their minds.
"They should have paid you too-you were the real star of our little sex show for the Friday Fuck Club."
And, Dandy, seemed delighted about it all. He wagged his tail enthusiastically.
Then, Donna and Charlie left the hotel, and went back to the apartment. When they fed Dandy, and gave him some water, they both went to an all night supermarket in Manhattan and went shopping. Then, they came home and fixed a late-late dinner. Only it was early morning before it was ready, and then they drank and talked.
"Funny how much different the world can seem when you have a couple hundred dollars," Donna said.
"I know," he replied. "Like last night, I felt so down in the dumps-but now I don't feel that way at all."
"We won't have to feel that way anymore," Charlie said, "I just know we've hit our low-low point, and we're going to go up."
"I hope you're right," Donna grinned, "I think you are." Dandy wagged his tail as if trying to add his two cents worth. Charlie observed it. "So you agree with us, huh?" The dog ran over to him, and he reached out and patted him affectionately on his head. "I hope he doesn't expect me to fuck him too," Charlie laughed.
"No-way," Donna laughed, "That dog is in love with me."
They went to bed, and the next morning, much earlier than they would like to have the phone ring-it rang.
Picking it up, Charlie asked, "Yeah-"
"Say, Charlie-you three were great. The Friday club liked you and wants you to have a repeat performance before too long."
"Groovy, man, groovy," Charlie chuckled, "What's up, now?"
"Well, it's an assignment for Donna. Some actress who digs dogs, and girls. She has to bring her dog so they can swap-dogs."
"Swap-dogs?" Charlie blurted, "What the fuck are you talking about."
"Wise-up," Harry said bluntly, "A dog to a Lez is a lover. And in the straight society, they swap mates, don't they?"
"Well, yes, they do, but-"
"But this isn't so bad-the girls just let each other fuck the other's dog. As a matter-of-fact it's real nice. It'll give Dandy a nice new piece of ass. Dandy is a man, remember that! He needs some spice in his life, and this blonde sexpot is real juicy. I'm sure Donna will dig her."
"But I don't know if I want her to do it with a woman, and with another dog?"
"Well, well, she always has you to fall back on," Harry spoke sarcastically, "Wise-up, kid, you've got a good chick who brings home the bread-that's what counts."
"She loves me," Charlie flared.
"And I love Santa Claus," Harry retorted, "Now, this chick lives on Park Avenue in a penthouse apartment. She'll pay a couple hundred ; one for Donna, one for the dog."
"And leave me home in the doghouse-that's real nice."
"Be thankful you've got a chance to make some money, and quit the damned bitching," Harry stammered, "Is she willing to do it or not?"
"I'll ask her, and call you right backokay?"
"Okay, but if you know what's good for both of you, she'll accept."
"Maybe the dog will object. He might not like to fuck strange women-I'll have to ask him."
"Lila La Marr isn't strange," Harry insisted, "She's a real knockout. Tits out to here, a slim waist, and what legs. I wish I could lay it on her, damnit, but she likes girls, isn't that the breaks!"
"Takes all kinds-alright, I'll let you know."
"What was that all about?" Donna asked quietly, knowing there was something that was terribly troubling him.
"Oh, nothing."
"Yes, it was something, and you don't want to tell me."
"Alright, so that stupid ass idiot, Harry, wants you to swap dogs with Lila La Marr, the movie actress."
"Swap dogs? I don't understand-"
"Should I draw you a picture?" he snapped angrily, "That damned Lila is a dog-fucker, and she wants to meet another female who'll go to her plush Park Avenue apartment, and let her fuck with your dog, while you make it with her dog. How does the grab you?"
"Well, that depends," Donna said softly.
"On what?" he demanded.
"On how much is in it for me."
"You'll do anything for money, won't you?"
Looking at Charlie with an intense look, she asked the same question, "Won't you, Charlie?"
That was one question, Charlie would prefer not answering. Once again, his personal jealousy was surging in on a business deal, producing all kinds of difficulties.
He thought of another approach.
"Can't you see what Lila La Marr is really after?" he demanded.
"I'm not sure," she said evenly.
"Well, I am," he said angrily, "Lila La Marr is looking for a lover. She's a lesbian, and she digs women. So, she tells Harry some crap about exchanging dogs. But, I know better. I know what Lila La Marr wants even if you don't."
"What do you think she wants of me?"
"Damnit," Charlie stammered, so angry he could hardly get the words out the right way, "She wants to eat your pussy."
"Don't you want the same thing?"
"But I'm a man," he said testily.
"But the connection physically can be identical," Donna argued.
"It's the thought of it," he said.
"Whose thought?"
"My thought, damnit," he said, "I hope I've still got a right to my opinion."
"Of course you have, Charlie-but would you grant me that same right."
"Okay, pick Lila La Marr or me," he finally blurted.
"Do you think that's very fair of you to try to put limits on what I can do to make a living?"
"Yes," he said, "Everybody has his own moral code of rights and wrongs."
"That's what I've been trying to tell you all the time we've been arguing," she said flatly. "Now, that being the case, kindly allow me the great dignity of my own right to my own view."
"But, you're not a Lez," he cried.
"So what?" she smirked, "I wasn't a dogfucker until I met you."
"Go ahead-blame me."
"I'm not blaming you," she said, now becoming somewhat angry herself. "It's just that I see no reason to turn down the dog-swapping offer."
"If you want Lila-run after her."
"I can see you are impossible," Donna said sadly. "I can never please you. No matter how hard I try you always find something wrong-something you want to do your way."
"That's true," he smiled, "and I'll go on being like that because I'm determined to be 'me', and I hoped you'd be fair enough to realize that."
"Come over here, honey," he said softly, "Lick on it, will you-I'm horny."
Donna went down between his legs, and grasped his penis and started licking on it. But, she had decided against letting him use sex or any other device to keep her from making the bread where she could. If he'd have wanted to do the fair thing by her, he would have at least one time broken down and suggested they get married. Instead, he is always, always thinking of ways of designing life, according to his narrow-minded, emotionally over-wrought, and usually illogical opinions.
"Take it in your mouth and run your tongue all around the head," he told her, "Then, let your lower lip drag on the head. That will feel fantastic."
"That does sound groovy," she smiled, pulling her mouth off instantly. "But I'm not taking orders from a man who won't give me any freedom to choose what I want to do."
"Baby, go suck the lez's cunt out for all I care. Now, blow me, and get my joint off."
"Thanks," she smiled, and then she bent over and took the penis in her mouth. She did as he told her to, letting her lower lip drag over its meaty head. This got him so excited his body quivered. He knew at this moment he better not make too big a fuss about anything-because he was lucky to have a woman who knew how to use her mouth so effectively on him.
"Ohhh, that's it. Now, you're sucking. Eat it, eat my cock-suck it off."
Her mouth traveled up and down the penis, and she worked her fingers around the big testicles.
"Suck it for me, honey," he panted, "That's a good girl. Slide off it, and then slide way down."
Donna liked to do this. She enjoyed seeing its saliva-slickened surface, and then zooming down close so she could see all of his genitals so easily, his firm, round buttocks, his large testicles, and his curly pubic hair surrounding his long rod. It was this view and the sweet smell of his loins she liked. And Charlie could pick this up. When he realized how much this woman turned on with him, it drove him out of his mind.
"Ohhh, baby, slip your finger up my asshole, and finger-fuck me too."
Donna slid one finger smoothly up his tight anus, and she sort of guided his cockthrusts from here.
"That's it, fuck and suck!"
She did indeed screw him with her finger up his asshole, and she sucked wildly, eager to get a load of hot sperm in her mouth.
"Suck it off! Eat it! Eat my hot jissm," he panted, as he drove it down her throat, throat-fucking her in a total dominant manner that made him tremble with passion.
"Ohhh, honey, I'm coming, I'm coming," he gasped in delight, as the hot white sperm flashed down her throat. He held her pinned over his proud penis, delighted to fill her up with his thick, creamy cum.
"Get a mouthful?" Charlie chuckled.
"Sure did, baby-nice and creamy-but I'm still going to swap dogs will Lila La Marr."
"Anything you say, baby," he smiled. "As long as you suck my joint off like that, I have no complaints."
CHAPTER TWELVE
The next day when Harry phoned she picked it up, and got the address of Lila La Marr.
Then, she told Charlie goodbye, and took a taxi to the ultra sophisticated penthouse apartment where Miss La Marr hung out. When Lila answered the door, she was wearing dark glasses, and a draped white affair that clung to her body dramatically, putting her giant-size breasts on display. Instantly, Donna turned-on looking at them. What a set of knockers to suck on, she thought.
"Come in, darling," Lila smiled, "And you have your precious dog with you-what's his name?"
"Dandy," she smiled.
"What an unusual name, dear-Dandy-hmmm."
"Well, Lila," she smiled, "We call him Dandy because that's exactly what his is-one dandy good fucker."
"So is Brutus," she smiled, "Brutus, baby, come here, and meet Dandy."
Brutus was also a Great Dane, and he looked at Dandy with a bit of jealousy surfacing, and a small growl.
"Oh, Brutus," Lila laughed, "Quit being so jealous of me! After all, I've got to step out a little bit now and then-I hope you don't mind."
Donna marveled at the way she spoke to the dog. It was almost as if she thought the dog was human.
"Should we go into the bedroom?" Lila asked, turning and gracefully gliding toward a double-door bedroom. When, she opened it, and Donna saw the blue circle bed in the middle of the room, the small artificial fireplace, with its electric-simulated logs aglow, and the mirrored wall, she knew she was seeing something rare and beautiful. Then, Lila pulled a drapery cord, and turned to catch her response, "I give you New York City," she smiled, and sure enough Lila did give her New York. Towering skyscrapers rose on all sides, and in the distance, a speck of sky could be seen.
"I hope you'll close that when we-"
"Of course, dear-I'm an exhibitionist-have been ever since I went on stage at seven, and made my first movie at fourteen."
"I've seen you in a lot of pictures," Donna confided.
"Have you, my dear?" she smiled, and began undressing. It didn't take her long, as the draped white affair slid to her ankles with a couple of shrugs of her shoulders, and then she turned around, "How did you like me?"
Donna looked at her great red-nippled breasts, and her eyes swept down to her shaved slit. Lila was older now, but she had taken excellent care of herself, and she looked delectable to say the least. Donna could instantly understand why any producer worth his pecker would love to go down on her, and no doubt, she was skilled in the fine art of cocksucking, ass-licking, and pussy-eating; three sexual crafts careers on stage or screen consider pre-requisite training.
"Well," Lila snapped, "You haven't answered my question, luv-can you?
"You look good enough to eat," Donna stammered.
"Maybe I'll let you eat me, then-and we can swap our dogs later, how does that sound, sweetheart?"
Donna vividly recalled what Charlie had said. He had told her Lila was a lez, who'd use the dog swap as a device to lure women to her place, and then she'd go to town.
"Sure, Lila-anything you want to do."
Lila came over, and pressed her naked body against Donna who still hadn't finished stripping.
"You're a beautiful girl," she said, "Not at all like some of the old warhorses Harry has sent over here-"
"Do you have him keep you supplied with a steady stream of girls?" Donna asked, finding the words coming tumbling out, before she'd stopped to think Lila could consider that an insult.
"Does it make any difference to you what I do, or how many I do-or why I do it to them?"
Her voice was stern, and commanding, and quite manly, and certainly not one to argue with.
"No," Donna shook her head, "I'm just curious."
"Curiosity killed the cat," she said evenly, "and it's killed a lot of cunts too."
"Don't get angry, Lila. This is all new to me?"
"Where are you from?"
"I was going to a college in upstate New York," she explained as she stripped.
"And what happened? Did they boot you out for carrying on at some cozy college orgy, my dear? You look the type."
"No, I just hit it off with one fellow and we both cut out."
"Hit it off-you mean he fucked you. That's the truth, and he fucked up your whole life taking you out of college. Nice cat, probably pimping and living off the bread you earn in bed, am I right, Donna?"
Donna was naked now, and she didn't reply.
"I'm asking you a simple question, Donna," Lila demanded, "You've acted awful because you thought I was an evil Lez. Well, dear, do you think you're any better?"
Donna sat on the edge of the bed.
"Of course you do, or you wouldn't have been so insulting to me-asking me how many girls I bring to my bedroom. Well, honey, let me tell you one thing. I buy sex, I don't sell it no more. I used to have to sell it to get me up the ladder in the movies. But, once I was on top, I did as I pleased."
"And women pleased you?"
"Yes, women turn me on. The studio went out of their minds to hush up some of my torrid affairs. And then one day I made a big mistake."
"What was that?"
"I got so hot for a beautiful young girl-a high school girl, that I made a pass-on a bus on Hollywood Boulevard of all places."
"Oh, my god, what happened?"
"It only ended my career," she said grimly.
"I don't blame you for feeling bitter, Lila," Donna said sadly, "I guess they wrecked you over that? Just because you made a pass."
"Well, I'll be fair with them, honey. I did invite the cute little thing home and sucked her silly."
"That was unwise-"
"You're telling me," Lila laughed, "That pussy suck cost me a career. But, I still had a name, and even though it leaked to certain quarters, I did make a night club tour. But that was awful."
"Why was that so awful?"
"They put me in a Vegas floor show with a lot of French girls who ran around without their bras on. And when I got a load of those sweet snatches covered only by a glistening g-string I couldn't help it."
"Couldn't help what?"
"Having an orgy with the girls after the final show."
"They caught you?"
"Did they ever? You see the chicks are reserved for the management. They make deals with special customers to let them ball the girls, and the last day of the show-they stage an orgy. I just beat them to it."
"And that wrecked you?"
"Did it ever," she sighed, "The word spread, don't trust Lila-she'll gobble down the cute cunts. And so my night club career came to a screeching halt."
"That's too bad. Can't you make movies overseas?"
"I guess we could, but I don't dig going down on some third-rate Italian movie producers. And they make such soggy, bloody spectacles anyway-"
"But the Italian women are really well built."
"Tell me," she laughed, "I've been to Rome, and I know just where to go to find what I want."
"Compared to some of the beautiful women you've loved all over the world, how would you say I rate?"
"Donna, dear-you sure must be desperate for compliments. Alright, sweetheart-you'd rate right at the top. You're an absolute knockout."
Donna smiled.
"Honey, lie on your back, and let Lila love you now." Lila went and got a strange looking dildo. She strapped it on, and then she carried a small rubber bag attachment with it over to the bed.
"What's that bag for?"
"This bag holds the juice the cock spurts into your cunt, honey."
"I never saw one like that."
"Lila La Marr deserves the best-even in the dildo department," she laughed. And then she got up on the bed, straddling Donna and slowly drove the big dildo into her vagina. Donna gripped it with her muscles, and squeezed.
"Oh, honey, that feels fantastic," she told her, "Keep fucking like that. Just like you're doing right now."
She pumped it to her, and she reached out and stroked Lila's back lovingly.
"Rub my buttocks, baby," Lila smiled. "Like that! Yes, honey! Do it!"
Lila's hands gripped her shoulders, and she drove into Donna with truck-driver force.
"Fuck it, you little bitch," she said roughly, "Fuck it. Wiggle your ass around for me. Put something into it. I'm paying for it, so give, baby, give."
Donna threw her pelvis up to meet the wild cockthrusts of Lila, and as Lila continued screwing her, her hands went out, and she gripped her buttocks tightly.
"Ohhh, ahhh, keep it up! Fuck-fuck-fuck it," Lila demanded. Then, she was biting her lower lip. Donna could hardly believe she was fucking a woman.
"Now, baby, now!" she gasped, as she rutted into the girl. Donna's hands kept working on her buttocks, in her never-ending desire to entertain her.
"Keep that up, fucker," she gasped, "Yes, yes, hang-on-fuck it good."
"Ohhhh, you do it just like a man," Donna panted, as she pushed up to meet her hard cock-thrusts.
"Better than a man," Lila smiled. "Just wait, you'll see. Men can't fuck a woman like a woman can-our psyches are closer. We know what it feels like to have our vaginas sucked on, to feel our clits licked."
Lila's cagey propaganda pitch for Lez-love was working. Donna was feeling flashes of strange new sensations going through her, she never felt before.
"Ohhh, baby, keep it up," she moaned, "Love me, love me!" And when Lila heard Donna demanding sex from her, she was on her cloud nine.
"Yes, baby, yes," she panted, as she roughly brushed her great breasts back and forth on Donna's breasts.
"Isn't this titty contact, terrific?" Lila demanded.
"Yes, oh, yes," Donna replied turning her head from side to side.
Now, Lila knew she could have her just as a man would have a woman-domination appealed to her, and she was presently in full control of Donna.
"Fuck me, fuck me," Donna begged, and the huge dildo drove farther, and farther into her vagina.
At a certain moment, the time was right Lila decided, and as she bent over to pepper her face with kisses, she pressed the button on the bag that released the contents that simulated sperm. It rushed, it shot into Donna's aching vagina, and with this much passion, and erotic delight, she came too. Lila kept rutting into her, until Donna had finished grabbing at the dildo with her cunt muscles. Then, she slipped it out.
But, she went down there, and buried her face in Donna's moist, dripping triangle.
"Now, I'm going to eat you, luv," she smiled, "I filled the bag with some protein, and milk, and heated it up. So, I'll suck out a nice warm mixed drink-"
"You're too much," Donna laughed, throwing her legs up on her shoulders, while Lila went down there and sucked her snatch out.
Her long hot tongue lashed around inside her, and Donna wiggled this way and that. Lila's loving hands reached up to play with her breasts, while her tongue stabbed away.
"Suck it," she panted, "Suck-eat my cunt. Eat it." Running her fingers through Lila's hair, she luxuriated in the wild feeling of the fantastic fuck she was receiving.
"Now, baby, now,'" she gasped, "Eat my pussy!" Lila couldn't remember enjoying eating any girl's pussy half as much as she was enjoying Donna's clean cunt.
When she finally pulled away, she smiled at her. "You are something real special, honey! You really are!"
Then, she got her body around so that without the dildo around her, her smoothly shaved vagina was even with Donna's mouth. Donna well knew what was expected of her, and she did it. She let her hot tongue lash around her slit, and stabbed it back and forth.
"Eat it," Lila demanded, "Eat my hot cunt. Isn't it super inside my hole, honey? Some of the biggest tongues in Hollywood town, have been in there-and they loved it."
All this was new for Donna. But she was determined to do her thing.
Her mouth pressed tighter to Lila's hot pussy, and she stabbed around her clitoris, building up a suction, something like she did when she was sucking a man's penis off. Lila loved this, and when she would make sudden, jabbing movements with her tongue, and bite, she'd almost pull off her in her wild sex charges she was obtaining from the connection of her pussy, with Donna's mouth.
"Eat it, honey-eat my pussy. Pussy juice is good for you."
And then, Donna got a chance to know whether or not pussy juice was good for her. The cunt juices came flowing freely, and Lila demanded, "Lap it up. Lick it, honey! Ohhhh, ahhh, yes, love it!"
Donna continued lashing at her gash until she'd cleaned her out. Then, she took her tongue out of her snatch, and smiled up at her.
"How we doing, honey?"
"Just fine," Lila said, smiling back. "We can become great friends, I know."
"Do you think you could get me in the movies?" Donna asked.
"Couldn't you ask that when you aren't quite so close to my cunt? It makes me think you're trying to use me, and that wouldn't be nice, would it?"
"I wouldn't try to use you or anybody else," Donna said evenly, "I just asked a simple question-"
"But darling, the answer isn't simple at all. As a matter-of-fact, it's so goddam complex it frightens me."
"Aren't you glad you got a chance to work in the movies?" Donna asked her seriously after she'd pulled her leg off her, and had walked across the room.
"No, I'm sorry," she said, "I got used by so many men it turned me off all men. And now, just look at me! A has been before I'm forty, and a dog named Brutus for a lover!"
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Brutus came bounding in the bedroom when she opened up the double doors, and so did Dandy.
"Look at them, aren't they wonderful?" Lila smiled. "You can trust them so much more than humans. I've found that out through bitter experience."
"So have I," Donna admitted.
"Tell me about this good for nothing who took you out of college?"
"Well, he's real good looking."
"They always are," Lila laughed, "Men usually are misled by appearances-go on-he's probably been spoiled rotten, has a mean, nasty temper, drinks, and doesn't want to work."
"Have you got ESP or something? That sounds like a thumbnail sketch of Charlie."
"Well, I've known a lot of Charlie-come latelys, and they're all the same. They're cut of the same pattern, and they fit in the same mold. They're good fuckers, and they know how to please a woman in bed. Real tongue artists, and what they won't lick isn't worth mentioning, but damnit all to hell, they're so undependable, and they will never work."
And then a thought flashed through Donna's mind. Was Charlie really fitting into a pattern Lila La Marr was very familiar with, or was she trying to put the Lez-hooks into her for a big love affair? This, she couldn't answer, not yet, anyway.
"You'll love switching dogs," Lila smiled, "I think fucking with someone else's dog is fabulous. Each dog has his own style of fucking. Was your dog sent to one of those canine training schools?"
"Not to my knowledge," Donna said, "but I must say, he seems to instinctively know what to do."
"Isn't that wonderful-over here Dandythat's the boy." She patted her vagina, and Dandy came over. He bent over and sniffed, no doubt wondering where all the hair had gone. But, he didn't know he was sniffing the special shaved pussy of Miss Lila La Marr, movie star-or at least ex-movie star.
"Now, look at Brutus," Donna cried, as Brutus came over to her, and pressed his paws down on her shoulders, getting himself in line for the big thrust.
Donna reached down, and guided his penis into her. At the same time, Lila was guiding Dandy's huge pecker-head into her gash.
"Watch in the wall mirror," Lila smiled proudly. Donna turned, and sure enough-there they were, two women, and two stud dogs going to town.
"Fuck it, Dandy, fuck it!"
Brutus drove himself in with strong, hard thrusts. "Give it to her, Brutus, baby," Lila called out, smiling as she saw how talented her dog was in this type of thing.
"I can tell Dandy's been to a Canine Training School," she smiled happily. "He has technique."
It would appear that both Brutus and Dandy conceivably could have gone to the same school for as they thrust their huge dog-dongs into the women, they both let their jaws hang slack, their tongues slip out of the side of their mouths, and they fucked with impressive rapid-fire force.
"Oh, Brutus, baby, give me your cock. I want it all up there, lover," Donna cried in a passionate display.
Not to be upstaged, Lila moaned, "Dandy, fuck-fuck Lila's pussy, honey-and I'll give you a nice big, juicy steak." Dandy seemed to drive faster when he heard Lila's promise.
The two of them watched each other getting it in the mirrors. And it increased their sensuous delight.
"Look how I can get my pussy to climb his shaft," Lila smiled proudly, as she threw her pelvis high to meet Dandy's prick.
"Good for you," Donna smiled, trying to accomplish the same exciting feat. But the dogs wouldn't delay their orgasm. They both began thrusting faster, and Donna knew it would be a matter of seconds before Brutus got his gun off. As the dog came closer, she could tell Lila had practically perfumed him he smelled so good.
"Ohhh, ahhh, Dandy's shooting," she gasped, clutching at the dog as it came inside her.
As if Brutus would not be outdone, he came a second or two later, in a pulsating spasm of white, hot sperm.
"Golly, he's a great dog," Lila moaned, as she continued milking him.
Both dogs pulled out, with their penises dripping cum all over the bedclothes, and on the floor.
"Brutus," she complained, "How many times have I told you to wait until I can wipe off your prick."
"I tell Dandy the same thing, but he won't listen."
"Dogs can be difficult," she replied.
"Aren't you going to give Dandy that steak?" Donna questioned her.
Scratching her hair, she smiled, "Well, he forfeited his steak, jumping off the bed before we could wipe the cum off."
"Alright," Donna laughed.
"Why don't we have something to eat?" she suggested, "You must be starved."
"Well, I am a little hungry," Donna admitted. But, when she saw all the food in Lila's big yellow refrigerator in her ultra modern, white and yellow kitchen, she knew very well that Lila must practice restraint or she'd never have the beautiful figure that she definitely did have.
After the two women had eaten, Lila suggested something.
"Honey, would you like to give me the two-way fuck?"
"Sure, but what is it?"
"Come into the bedroom. I'll show you." But the dogs wouldn't leave them alone.
"Alright, alright, Brutus-alright, Dandy," she laughed, and then opening two cans of dog food she placed it before them. The dogs ate greedily, and we left them to go back to the bedroom.
Lila took out a double pronged dildo. Holding it up, she explained, "One cock for the ass, one for the cunt-how about that?"
"I never saw one of those things before."
"There are many things you have never seen before," Lila smiled. "This, apparently is but one of them."
"You want me to use it on you?"
"I wish you would, luv-you look like you could give little old Lila some good, solid thrusts."
"I think I can," she smiled, taking the dildo and strapping it on herself. And then, she mounted Lila who was spreading herself so her anus was available, as well as her vagina.
"This is quite a trick to operate," Donna complained a little bit.
"No, it isn't honey-here let Lila help you."
Reaching down, Lila got a good grip on the penis head, and then drove it up there, up both holes.
When Donna drove it to her, she got a charge out of the wild expressions of sexual delight, and erotic ecstasy that would constantly sweep across Lila's face.
"Fuck me," Lila demanded, "Give it to me! Ohhh, ahhh, yes, baby, please fuck me."
As if lust-crazed, and compulsively driven, Lila La Marr clung to Donna's beautiful body, as Donna pumped it to her anus, and to her vagina at the same time.
"Now, you're fuckin'," she gasped, "That's it, baby! Fuck-fuck my asshole. Shove it up my cunt! Ohhh, ahhh, you're riding me, honey-you're riding me!"
And to Donna's surprise, she was beginning to understand the male psyche better just by being in this position. She drove it with savage ferocity, feeling the pleasure of being the dominant person in the sex act.
"Now, baby, fuck it," she groaned in delight, as she saw how much it turned Lila La Marr on.
"Yes, Donna," she panted, pushing up, and then stroking her back, letting her hands follow the swell of her buttocks, and then gripping her there tightly.
But both women couldn't continue this for long. Suddenly, it was fireworks, and the juices trickled down their vaginas at the same moment, meeting and trickling down each other's hot slit.
When it was over, Donna pulled out, and lay beside her new-found lover. Lila's arms wrapped around her lovingly, and she lavished her face with kisses.
Then, in a low, husky voice she asked, "Honey, why don't you give up that no-goodnik. He'll never do for you what I will."
"But, I think I love him."
"Sure," Lila smiled, and in a low, coazing voice, she went on with her smooth pitch. "Baby, you think you love him, but I know you don't. He's been awful to you, taking you away from college, and leading you to that hell in the Village."
"I know it's not Park Avenue," Donna told her, "But I can't help it. I'm in love with him."
"Sure, I've heard girls like you go on and on about the men who pimp them out for sex traffic. And I guess there's just one kind of girl who goes for that kind of crap."
"What kind?"
"A girl who wears her heart on her sleeve. She wants to get hurt, and the guy knows it, and he makes sure he doesn't disappoint her in the hurt department."
"But I could never be happy living like this-"
"Is a penthouse too posh for your taste, honey?"
"You know what I mean."
"I'm afraid I don't," Lila said angrily, knowing exactly what she was hinting at.
"I like men-"
"Well, honey, I do too-but I see no reason to let them walk all over me-like you do."
"Could I live here if I did leave him?"
"You'd be more than welcome," Lila smiled, seizing the initiative now, as she thought she had her on the hook.
"And you wouldn't mind if I had male lovers?"
"Mind?" Lila laughed, "Honey, I'd fuck them too. Lila's still got a lot of life in her pussy, and don't you ever forget it-I think I need a drink, wouldn't you like one?"
"Yes," she nodded, "I could use one."
"Why do you think you turned to women? Maybe if you tell me I can understand what I feel inside myself a lot better," Donna said, when they were both seated in the living room and drinking and chatting together.
"Well, I found most men I met could never be trusted. Usually they were married, but they'd tell me I'd be their mistress, and then I'd find stuff like lipstick on their shorts-different kinds."
"That would be disgusting," Donna said. "But I guess they think we've got to keep our cunts clean and inactive while they go around dipping their dirty dicks in any woman they can talk into it."
"That's about it," Lila said, "And I'll admit my movie business runs a lot of the operation like one big whore house."
"Is that really true what they say about Hollywood, and how actresses get their parts ?" Donna asked, frankly curious and eager to hear an insider's scoop.
"Bet your sweet ass, it's true," Lila snapped, "I know first hand. One fucker was famous for being the agent who discovered the beautiful stars. He had one bedroom specially built for fucking."
"What on earth was it like?"
"Well, he had it stocked with all kinds of sexual appliances from French Ticklers to penis enlongaters."
"What's that?"
"The tickler or the enlongater?"
"The enlongater!"
"Well a stud with a snub-nosed dick needs something to help him out. So it does for a cock what elevators do for shoes-makes the cock longer."
"Isn't that amazing?"
"Oh, he had torture racks and everything for big basement orgies."
"Torture racks?"
"Now, don't tell me you never heard of those. They've been the rage for years."
"I haven't been screwing around for years."
"Oh, that's right, my child. I keep forgetting you're not involved in modeling, the theater or movies. Believe me, honey, if you were, you'd know about these weirdo devices the jaded jet set uses to get their kicks. Anyway, they make a torture rack to tie a girl or a boy to, and then they fuck or suck on them while they're tied up."
"Sounds awful."
"It can be. I remember one girl who had a terrible thing happen. They tied her up, and twenty-two guys laid it on her. I mean, that poor darling was ill for a month."
"That is what I can't figure out," Donna admitted, "How can anybody get a charge out of weirdo stuff like that."
"Well, I suppose you could ask me the same thing. How can Lila La Marr turn on with her dog Brutus? You know Brutus and I have been married for years," she laughed.
"Married?"
"I guess I'm just old fashioned," Lila laughed, "but I'm opposed to living 'in sin', and so I married Brutus in special ceremony. Of course, all in fun-but I'm a weirdo. I like to screw with certain men, and certain women, and my dog. And the most horrifying thing is that I don't have one pang of consciencebecause I'm too damned busy enjoying myself."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
When Donna went back to Charlie, he was gone. She had the two hundred dollars, and she was so excited and elated, she wanted to show it to him.
She lay down for a moment, after she'd fed Dandy, and then she tried to think of where he could be. She wondered if he was off screwing some other chick at her place, or had he gotten angry over her going to have sex with another woman, and gone to get loaded at the bar-to express in his own unsubtle way, his displeasure.
The more she thought of this annoying possibility, the more she thought she might be right. So, she got dressed in some conservative clothes, not to attract attention, and proceeded to go to the corner bar and check it out.
When she got in the bar, she didn't have long to find out what was happening to her Charlie. There he was, stoned out of his mind, sitting in a dark corner table by himself. When the waitress would go back and forth to deliver the orders, he'd take a swipe at her plump behind.
"Stop it," she said angrily the last time, and then she started to go to the bartender to register her complaint, but she noticed Donna walk in and sit down beside him. She figured he was taken care of now, and was grateful because her rear end was sore from all of Charlie's vigorous whacks he'd planted there.
"Well, I thought you'd stay with her," he slurred drunkenly, "I'm surprised you even came back to the Village, or did you just come back long enough to get your clothes so you can go back to Park Avenue?"
"You're drunk."
"Did you notice that too?" he smiled, in a silly manner. Then, his hand reached down on her thigh.
"Keep your hands off me in public," Donna declared, "Now, we're going home."
As they started to walk out, the bartender cried out, "Hey, he hasn't paid his bill."
"How much is it?"
"Thirty dollars," the bartender said testily. "Charlie couldn't drink that much," she said angrily.
"No, but he's a bigshot, he was buying for his friends-people he never saw before in his life."
"Alright, here's the money," Donna said handing him one of the crisp hundred dollars that Lila had given her.
"You travel in good crowds," he smiled, "Hundred dollar an hour-"
"Stop right there, if you want your money, louse!"
"Don't call me names," he said angrily. "You can't get by with it."
"Go to hell," she said angrily, "and give me my change!"
"Fifteen percent tip we must add now."
"No tip, no-way!"
The bartender gave her back the change. She counted it carefully, and looked at him coldly. "Five more please-"
"Did I goof?" he smiled, and handed her the five without question.
When she finally got home with Charlie, he was almost passed out. She managed to get him to bed, and then she went to lie down on the sofa. Dandy curled up beside her, and as she stroked him, she couldn't help thinking how little problems he caused, as opposed to Charlie-who was a never-ending maze of problems.
Finally, he came to enough to tell her something.
"Baby," he grinned foolishly, "I met Harry at the bar today."
"That's nice," she said sullenly. "Well, wait till I tell you what he told me-"
"I can hardly wait."
"You are bitchy today, aren't you, honey?"
"Well, I've just come back from a decent place to live-over on Park Avenue."
"Yeah, I'll bet she tried to lure you away from me, didn't she? She wanted to fuck you more than your dog, isn't that the truth? I told you so, too."
"Lila La Marr is a beautiful, sensitive actress who told me she thought you did me a big disservice taking me out of college and bringing me to a dump in the Village."
"That's what you call appreciation," Charlie smiled.
"Sorry, but I don't look at it the same way I did," she said quietly, "I guess I'm growing up."
"That's too bad," Charlie said, "You were such a good kid when you weren't grown up."
"Lila invited me to live in her gorgeous apartment," Donna goaded him.
"Well, why'd you come back here, then? You had a nice setup there. She'd keep you like a bird in a gilded cage. You'd love that!"
"No, I wouldn't love it, but it might be a big step up from coming home to a drunk who won't even marry me."
"Why should I?"
"That's right, Charlie. Why should you marry me?"
"Well, like I was going to tell you before you so rudely interrupted," he continued, "Harry tells me that dirty dog flick you worked in is a sensation, and the cat who was lucky enough to buy the movie from him outright is searching for the girl to star her in another one fast."
"Oh, no, that's great," she gasped excitedly, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I've been trying to for the last half hour," he said disgustedly. "And he'll pay you a grand a flick. How's them apples?"
"That's too good to be true," she smiled. "Dandy and I movie stars."
"Of a sort," Charlie smiled.
"You would have to get your little dig in, wouldn't you?"
"Sorry bout' that," he laughed.
Going over to him, she looked at him, unshaven, and sad. His bleary, drunken eyes touched her heart instead of turning her off. Perhaps it was because she thought Charlie needed her. And it gave her a warm feeling way down deep to think anybody needed her that much.
"I'm going to undress you, so you can sleep," she told him, and then she started taking off his clothes. When she got down to his shorts, she noticed his huge penis was swollen, pressing at the cotton material. She pulled them down, and his huge penis flipped before her eyes.
Then, she stripped, and Dandy came over to the bed just to watch.
"I'm going to suck you all over," she smiled, "just like you sucked on me-because I want to prove one thing."
"What?" Charlie laughed, as he stroked her face.
"That is spite of everything-you turn me on!" And, then she began letting her tongue lick away at his face, showering his entire face with hot, sticky kisses.
"Hey stop that," he laughed, "I didn't do that to you. I used just the tip of my tongue."
"Alright," she agreed, and then she brushed her tongue over his chest, and slid down to his feet and sucked on his toes, just as he had sucked on her toes.
The toe-sucking action didn't bring any erotic sensations to him at all. But, when she told him to turn over on his stomach, he was puzzled as to what she planned to do.
She straddled him, and when she looked in the mirror and caught the view of their naked bodies together, it did indeed excite her. She reached out, and slowly massaged Charlie's muscular back. When she came down to his buttocks, she moved down, and bent overbrushing her great breasts back and forth until his body quivered in hot sexual anticipation.
Reaching between his legs, she massaged his prostate gland. This gave him an instant hard-on. But, she wouldn't stop. She wanted to give him a variety of sensations, things that were coming to her in the impromptu spontaineity of passion.
She pressed down hard with her breasts against his buttocks, and he pushed up. The erotic collision of soft breast crushing against firm, round buttock was exciting to both of them. And then, for good measure, she buried her face in his buttocks, letting her hot tongue slide around his anus. She finally stiffened her tongue, and shoved it up his tight asshole.
"Ohhh, that's it," he panted, "I like that!"
"I'm glad you like to eat my ass out, honey cause I sure like the sensation of a hot tongue sliding up there."
"Ohhh, ahh lick it, lick my ass out," he cried in frenzied delight, as she kept her tongue whipping up his behind with piston-precision.
And then, when he knew he couldn't last much longer, he turned over, and gripping his proud penis, he smiled.
"This is why you like me, isn't it honey?"
She was licking on his balls now, and carefully she sucked each ball into her mouth, lavishing it with her tongue's caresses. And then she let both balls slip into her mouth. When she observed, he was pulling on his penis, she gripped it herself, and started masturbating him.
"You give a great hand-job," he smiled at her.
"I give better head," she smiled. And then she licked the underside of his thick, throbbing male member, using her tongue to slowly slide around the glans section of the penis.
She stroked the side of his buttocks with her hand, and then she let him thrust it in her mouth, but he wiggled, and begged her, "Honey, let me be on top. You can put your head on a pillow, and I can drive it farther down your throat at that angle."
She obliged him, and let the slippery penis slide out of her mouth. Then, he moved a pillow over to her, placing it behind her head, when he wadded it up enough to give her head just the right angle he needed to do his thing. He stabbed it up there good, and went to town.
When she looked up, she saw his balls bouncing on her chin.
"Watch in the mirror," he cried out excitedly. And she cast a glance in the direction of the mirror. Sure enough, it was a fantastic angle.
The penis slid down her throat, and she gripped his buttocks, massaging them as he humped her.
"Suck my prick," he cried out excitedly, "Now, you're doing it right. Ohhhh, baby, does that ever feel good when I'm sliding down your throat. Give it to me, baby, suck it out."
His thighs were sweating in his frenzied excitement, and he pushed his thighs against her face. She loved to feel like a prisoner of his penis, with his hot, blond thighs standing guard, and his balls bouncing nervously up and down her chin, as his huge penis thrust down her throat.
The great moment of climax was the one she waited for with great delight.
"How does this compare to Lila La Marr's plastic cocks?" Charlie demanded. "The real thing, baby-suck it!"
He pulled out, when he neared climax because he particularly liked the sensation of her sucking his hot, creamy juices out.
"Now, baby, now," he gasped, and she sucked the sperm right out of his dong.
"Ahhh, ohhh, you're too much, baby, I love you," he blurted, letting the truth escape from his subconscious in this high point of sexual delight, when he couldn't control what he said or how he felt. And it was this that held them both together. When their bodies blended on a bed, it was like Fourth of July and Christmas all rolled into one.
She didn't pull off his joint until she'd finished eating him. Then, he looked down at her, and whispered, "I guess you know I love you now."
"Oh, Charlie, I always knew it-I just wanted to hear you say it. Say it again."
"I love you," he repeated softly. "Just once more."
"Baby, what's wrong-I love you," he chuckled, amused at how much it meant to her just to have him mouth those three little words.
He slid down on her and proved how much she meant to him. "Hold your knees with your hands, and get that ass up so I can lick it," he told her.
Drawing her knees up, she clasped her hands around them, and Charlie's hot tongue lashed her there.
"Ohhh, ahhh, Charlie, that feels fantastic," she told him. "Keep it up, honey. I can hardly stand it. You're so good tonight!"
Charlie was good. He was inflamed with the passion of his total love for her, and her body, he knew would turn him on like no other-ever.
His tongue stiffened, and he suddenly stabbed far up her hot, quivering anus. As he tongue-fucked her at this pleasing angle, she watched his thrusting tongue in the mirror. She could get a better view of it there than she could looking down. The sight of her round, smooth blonde buttocks, and Charlie's hot tongue lashing her anus, excited her until she was shaking with passion.
But, she didn't want him to spend forever on her anus, when her vagina demanded eating.
"Eat my pussy-you dirty pussy eater," she laughed.
"Alright, you slut," he smiled, and they played with words like two kids.
Charlie's face went down over her moist mound, and he licked its hairy surface for a quick moment, and then he dipped his tongue inside her well.
Nobody could ever eat pussy better than Charlie. This she knew. His talent was in his tongue. And how he lapped at her juicy vagina walls, probing, searching, jabbing, anything, everything to create a series of super sensations, and then the blinding, passionate moment of climax.
"Suck it," she begged, "Suck it out. Ohhhh, Charlie, baby, I'm coming-lick it, lick it all out."
She juiced, and he licked.
"I must have come in multiples," she smiled, "It seemed like it would never stop."
"That happens when the right tongue is in there," Charlie winked.
"Honey," she smiled, "You had nothing to fear from Lila La Marr. Her plastic prick can't hold a candle to your cock. It's a shabby imitation. I like the genuine article."
"I'm glad you do," he nodded, "You had me awful worried there for a minute. That woman is so beautiful she's evil, and she's notorious for luring young girls into her bed, and into her life."
"I guess when you put up such a fuss about my going-that made me want to go all the more."
"You are a perverse so and so, aren't you?" he laughed.
"I am," she admitted, "And maybe that's why we get along so well."
"Do we get along well?" Charlie smiled. "In bed we do," she nodded.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The very next day, Charlie got in touch with Harry to find out who the producer was who bought the dog film and was now launching a search to find the girl and her dog Dandy.
"That's Steven Burke," he told him, "And you get him at Circle-5-6747-he'll really be glad to know he's got the girl at last."
"Thanks," Charlie said, and hung up. He dialed and a man answered the phone, "Burke Productions, Steven Burke speaking." ; "Mr. Burke, I have located the girl who starred in that rather interesting dog movie you bought from Harry-"
"Say no more, bring that little charmer in. I've mapped out a great career for her. She is a star-in her own right, naturally. But you can tell her for me, I'm offering one grand for her to play 'Ruby of Sunnslope Farm', and from there, who knows where she'll go?"
"Right, who knows?" Charlie laughed.
"Are you taking this seriously," the man boomed, "I've just made a tremendous offer, an offer any young lady who is interested in this type-of course-this type of film career would jump at."
"We'll be over-what's the address."
"We're on Forty-Eighth," he said, "and the number is 656."
"We'll be over in an hour."
"Good, I'll take you both to lunch."
"Well, the producer is nuts about starring you in a new movie-they're calling it 'Ruby of Sunnslope Farm'. Just think there was Mary Pickford in 'Rebbeca of Sunnybrook Farm,' first-then Shirley Temple did it, and now you're doing a new twist on the old tail."
"I'm sure it'll be a classic," Donna commented bitingly. "When they make a sex movie set on a farm-I have visions of screwing all the livestock."
"I don't blame you, honey. He may have some pretty crazy stuff -lined up for you. But, you've just got to do your best, no matter what!"
"I always do. Are we supposed to take Dandy?"
"He didn't mention him-so I guess not."
They hurriedly dressed and took a taxi to the address of Burke Productions. They went up in a shaky elevator, and there was a lot of remodeling going on. But, the building looked so rundown it seemed ridiculous to remodel.
"Well, well-here's Ruby-I see you as Ruby," he smiled.
"Thank you, Mr. Burke," Donna said coolly, as she sat down in a chair.
"She's quite a gal, isn't she?" Charlie smiled at Mr. Burke.
"Indeed she is, yes, yes. We are so pleased with the response to 'Dandy' that we think we can star you again, and pay you twice the price-a grand-how does that grab you, honey?"
"A grand is twice as good as five hundred," she smiled.
"Now, isn't that the truth?" he chuckled.
"Do you have a screenplay for this?" Donna asked.
"Well, no we don't. It's just, one of our impromptu movies that go over so well in this market."
"What kind of market would you call it?" Charlie questioned.
"Multi-faceted, multi-faceted," Mr. Burke nodded, "We have our dog-lovers of course, and they like our dog-fuck films. Then, we have our sadists, and we produce a few whip films for them. Nothing deadly, mind you. Much worse movies packed with violence, and drenched in blood are offered to the kiddies. So, when we show a couple of people balling, quite frankly, we think it is far better than a lot of killing."
"I agree," Charlie philosophized, "A flick like 'How to Murder Your Wife' goes over big, but if you made one, 'How to Fuck your Wife,' they'd get uptight. The moral is-murder is more acceptable than screwing, that's how screwed-up our morals are."
"I couldn't agree with you more," Mr. Burke smiled, pleased to have someone in his corner, "Burke Productions is dedicated to wholesome adult entertainment."
"I'm sure," Donna smirked, and he caught this and it bothered him. But, he still wanted her for the film, as he could see Donna was no ordinary girl. And he knew that his trade consisted of people who wanted to see some beauty on the screen, now that the 'majors' were specializing in freak-faced men and women who look like they've been through a meat grinder, except for one silicone-breasted beauty who'd never made a good movie.
"Why don't we go out to lunch?" he suggested with a pleasant smile. They all went out to lunch, and got to talking about starting dates.
"When do you think you could go to work?"
"Whenever you want me," she smiled. "We could begin day after tomorrow," he confided.
"That would be alright with me," she smiled, "Money in advance."
"Half when you start, and the other half when you finish. That's more than fair."
"As long as it is in a contract, we'll go along with it."
"Is he your husband?" the producer demanded, angry because he'd planned to pay five hundred and think up some reason why he should pay no more.
"Just my boyfriend," she told him.
"Should I bring my dog Dandy?"
"Oh, yes," Mr. Burke insisted, "It's a package deal. Dandy and you-down on the farm."
"Beautiful," she smiled.
The next day, she rested up, so she'd be fresh for the filming. And when she went to the studio she was petrified. There was a small pony in a stable. Dandy looked at the pony with contempt, and so did Donna.
"Do you have that contract ready?" Charlie asked him bluntly as he sipped some coffee set-side.
"Oh, yes, here's a scrap of paper, I'll just put the terms on it-five hundred when she begins, five hundred when we finish-"
"Finish shooting-not editing-we need the bread now."
"You're a lucky guy to have a girlfriend like her," Mr. Burke commented.
Then, the lights were all set up, and the camera moved into place. The scene was a farmyard. Donna was dressed in a little girl farm outfit. And there was imitation grass, a painted barn, and blue sky, and a fence that was real. That was real and so was the pony.
"Is Dandy in this scene?" she asked Mr. Burke who doubled as both producer and director.
"Oh, yes-Dandy's in there alright."
"Dandy-come here," she called across the sound stage. Devoted and faithful Dandy came to her side.
"Alright, let's get cracking," Mr. Burke said, "We're ready to roll."
The lights were turned on, and then the camera rolled forward on its track. The director began, "Honey, walk back and forth near the brown wooden fence, and look up at the sky, and the nice sunshine we painted in up there."
"That's a funny sun you painted up there," she laughed.
"We know it is," he assured her, "This is supposed to be a light comedy, strong on sex. Anyway, you look up innocently, and Dandy follows you everywhere. Then, you nonchalantly flip your dress up, revealing the fact you are totally nude. We'll zoom in on your snatch, and then let the dog lick you. That should be a great opener."
"It sounds great," she smiled. And Mr. Burke couldn't determine if her comment was a sarcastic one or not. But, Donna could, and she knew it was intended for sarcasm.
"Ready, begin-lights! camera! action!"
The hot arc lights went on, and the camera began rolling. Soon, the scene had begun, and they were shooting. She walked back and forth along the rail just as she had been instructed, and then, she flipped up her dress-showing she was totally nude underneath. This made Dandy happy. He wagged his tail, jumped up on her with his paws, and started licking.
"Hold it! Hold it!" Mr. Burke called out.
"Why?" Donna demanded, "Did I do something wrong?"
"Not at all, lovely lady-you did a great job of acting. But, we must get the camera closer to catch a beautiful close-up of your dog lovingly licking away with his great tongue."
And then, the close-up was shot, as the dog licked away at her hot vagina.
After that was filmed, Mr. Burke said, "Take ten-coffee and donuts over there."
The crew complimented Donna on her performance, and she was proud of herself for her achievement.
Then, Mr. Burke glanced down at his watch, and called everybody back.
"In our next shot, we'll show little Ruby on a bale of hay with her legs up in the air. The dog will be mounting her, and-say-I've just had a brainstorm-why don't we have a blowjob first. Honey, you wouldn't mind if we asked you to suck the dog's cock off, would you ?"
"No, I don't mind," she said, "as long as you don't make me suck the pony's prick."
"I hadn't thought of that," he smiled.
The scene started again, and Charlie was getting another hard-on watching his girlfriend go down on the dog. She didn't make a big thing of it. She just pulled Dandy's dick over to her mouth, as Mr. Burke called, "We're rolling! Catch this!" The lights blazed, the camera ground, and Donna sucked on Dandy's big penis.
But the dog wasn't used to it, and it bothered him that she wouldn't let him stab her gash, like conventional fuckers. He thought she had no right to tamper with him like that.
"Don't suck it off, Donna," the producer insisted. "We want the shooting cum sequence when he fucks you on the bale of hay."
Donna didn't want to take her mouth off Dandy's dick to speak to Mr. Burke. She thought Dandy might be so confused about what was happening he'd run away in fear or something. So, she kept on sucking on the dog's long, thrusting penis.
"Oh, damnit, she's sucking him off."
Donna waved both her hands, as if to say, 'Now, that he's figured out the fact he can get some pretty good sensations from a cocksuck, let me finish."
She didn't see any big difference between eating a dog's cum or a man's cum. It both came out the same place, the penis. It was white in both cases, and hot. And she did love Dandy an awful lot.
"Now-that's alright," Mr. Burke said nervously, "We might get censored on that one-because it is highly irregular."
"Can we get the dog fucking her on the bale of hay?"
"I don't know if he can shoot twice in such fast sequence," Mr. Burke confided.
Then, the dog exploded in her mouth, and she sucked him in. The big difference was the amount. Dandy shot such a big load of creamy cum in her mouth, it dripped down the sides of it, and fell on the floor.
"Wasn't that a winner?" the cameraman commented.
"It may be," Mr. Burke mused, "I don't think anyone else got a shot like that."
"Let's hope not," the cameraman chuckled.
"Now, don't be negative," Mr. Burke remonstrated him. They waited until Donna had a chance to sip some coffee and have some sugary doughnuts which she liked. She'd had such a shot-full of cream in her mouth, she took her coffee black. Then, they went back to the set and continued.
Donna got up on the bale of hay.
"Honey just throw your dress and that cute little apron back, over your head."
"But nobody will see my face," she objected.
"I can't help it," Mr. Burke said, "and anyway, we got your kisser in an establishing shot-that's good enough."
"Alright, but I feel pretty foolish draping myself over a bale of hay and covering my face with my dress, and letting my pussy show."
"Don't worry about it," Mr. Burke said flatly. "Nobody will be thinking about your face when this scene rolls-believe me!"
Donna looked around for Dandy, as she lay there on that tickling bale of hay, and threw her legs open for her dog lover's enjoyment.
Dandy was ready to go, just like she had told the men he would be. She massaged her vagina with one hand to entice the dog closer to her.
"Go on, fuck her," Mr. Burke called out. "Don't speak harshly to him," Donna objected.
"Alright, do it your way-just get the dog on you-and screwing you."
"Dandy," she called out gently, "Dandy, fuck me!" As if he'd been waiting for his mistress to direct him, the dog came bounding forward.
He jumped up on the bale of hay and the camera caught him as he did it. Then he put his paws on her shoulders, and she reached down to grip his penis and pull it into her vagina. The thick penis stabbed her vagina and soon she and the dog were hot at it.
"Fuck me," she told the dog, and Dandy fucked like he understood her command. "Ohh, yes, yes, do it, do it," she begged him. And the dog went wild stabbing her gash. She reached up, in spite of the fact the director said for her to flip over, and lie there with her skirt over her face.
"Fuck it, Dandy, fuck it," she cried passionately, as the dog pumped it to her. He couldn't make it shoot off quite as quickly the second time around. So, she knew she'd have to use a lot of vagina movements to make the dog come.
Tossing, and pitching on the hay, and holding on him, she begged, "Show 'em all, fucker!"
The dog turned-on. His penis thrust inside her with piston precision.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck it," she cried, and suddenly the dog shot a load full of cum into her gash.
"Zoom in!" Mr. Burke demanded, "Catch the dog's expression."
"What about mine?" she complained. While she thought the world of Dandy, and wouldn't want to see him slighted in any way, shape form or manner, she felt infuriated to think she was being given obvious short shrift.
Finally, they had enough shots of Dandy's delighted face. And one man came with his Polaroid and took pictures. When the dog finally pulled his pecker out of her, Mr. Burke said, "Well, we'll break for lunch."
As she flipped her long, gingham farm dress down over herself, the man with the polaroid pictures handed her one. She took one look at it and shrieked, "Damnit all to hell!" and ran into her dressing room. Charlie followed quickly, curious to know what upset her so much, she ran like that, and screamed. When he got inside, she held out the picture.
There she was, only a pair of legs, and a fuzzy mound. The dog was the star-that was so obvious, and she was a cunt, no more.
"I see what they've done to you," he said, "They've made the dog the star, and your pussy a featured player. It's disgusting."
"What about my contract?" she demanded.
"Contract?" Charlie gulped.
"Why, yes, you said you were going to demand a contract to protect me-"
"Oh, yes," Charlie responded nervously, "I got it."
"Well, let me see it," he insisted.
"Alright, alright-here it is."
She looked at the scrap of paper, which read simply '$500 first day of shooting, and $500 when finished'-and then Charlie had added the word 'shooting'. Mr. Burke had signed and dated it, and Charlie displayed the check for $500.
"I have no terms," she said, "except for the money."
"Be glad I added one word 'shooting' as to when he'd pay you. Baby, when you work in flicks like these you can't be treated like Marilyn Monroe."
"I guess not," Donna said sadly.
"If you want to quit your movie career after this 'Ruby of Sunnyslope Farm' flick, it's alright with me," Charlie confided.
"I don't want to quit now. I consider 'Ruby' my comeback."
"Alright, then, you do as you see fit, but this is a rough business."
"You can say that again," she grimaced, "I am glad though I made a hit in my first one, and if I get a chance to show my face I'll click again."
"I'm not so sure it's your face that made you click in that first one," Charlie smiled.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
They went back to the set when the director called them back. Donna determined to be brave in spite of it all.
"We have a comical little sequence here," he suggested. "We'll show you carrying this wooden work-bucket, and we want you to fall over this red ball that gets in your way, and you turn your ass up to the audience, and we'll coat your asshole with honey so the dog will lick it off."
"Anything you say, Mr. Burke," Donna said evenly.
"Where's that honey?" Mr. Burke called out.
"One bucket of honey, coming up," a gravel voice called out. And then, Mr. Burke told her to get on all fours, and bend up so the dog could have his treat when the time was right. She bent up, and the honey was applied to her anus. Then, Mr. Burke said, "Pick up the milk pail, and carry it, and fake a fall over the red ball, and flip your gingham skirt over your head, like so."
Mr. Burke reached down and illustrated.
Then, she was ready.
"Alright men, ready to roll-lights-camera-action! Now, we're shooting."
Donna walked with the heavy milk pail, and then faked a fall over the big red rubber ball. Her buttocks turned up in the air, and then the dog was let loose. Immediately, Dandy went to her anus, and started licking. The light men applauded.
"Beautiful," Mr. Burke exclaimed, "Just beautiful. I'm so glad we got a lot of honey in her asshole, so we could shoot this sequence long enough to make it meaningful."
When the dog had finished licking, he got another impromptu idea.
"This would be perfect timing to have some stud come in and fuck her up the ass."
"I'll do it-for a price," Charlie volunteered.
"Fifty bucks is as high as I'll go-providing you go as high as you can go up her sweet asshole."
"You don't have to worry about that," Charlie said, "I'll give her a good fuck."
"I suppose you might as well do it as anybody else around here. No doubt you've fucked her over and over up the asshole."
"Sure, I have-up every hole, mouth, cunt ass-what the hell do you think they're for?"
"Other things as well as that," Mr. Burke reminded lusty Charlie who was now naked, and walking toward poor little 'Ruby of Sunnyslope Farm' who was on her hands and knees with milk from the big old wooden milk pail spilled all around her.
"I could use some vaseline or some lube stuff," he suggested.
"Spit in your hand," Mr. Burke advised him, "and rub it around the head of your dong, and around her asshole. It'll work. I know."
"Cheap skate," Charlie said under his breath as he spit in his hand, then rubbed it around his penis-head, and next around her tight asshole.
He slowly eased it in, and minus the grease it hurt poor Donna plenty. But, this was precisely what Mr. Burke wanted. He wanted to hear her cry out in pain.
Grasping her firm, round buttocks, he gasped, "Fuck it. Throw your ass in gear!"
Donna churned her buttocks around his revolving cock as he was thrusting it at first at one angle, and then another. Bending over, he gripped her breasts through the gingham material.
"Now, you're doing a good job of it."
The camera rolled, until Burke got one more idea. "If we put honey in your hot little asshole, the dog could lick it out and we'd have a nice three-way shot."
"Dear god, can't you ever let well enough alone," he objected, "just when my gun was really going to town, you have to stop me."
There was a pause while the man with the honey pail came over and coated his buttocks with honey. Dandy, the dog looked at it eagerly. As soon as the man had moved, he went in and started sucking on his hot, tight asshole.
"Oh, Wow," he gasped, "that feels good. Suck it, Dandy, suck it out for me."
And then, he returned to playing with her breasts, and kept driving his dagger dick up her hot, tight, asshole.
"Give it to me," she grunted excitedly, "Give, baby, give."
It didn't take long for him to reach his climax going at it like this. And he rammed it in hard, gasping when he came, "Ohhhhh, I'm coming, I'm coming. Fuck it, fuck it!" And when he pulled his dripping penis out of her, Mr. Burke applauded, "'very good-perfect prelude for our farmhand sequence." Three men in overalls walked into the scene when Charlie had gone away.
"Now, honey," the director smiled, "When you see these three farmhands come into the scene, get on your knees."
"Why, Mr. Burke?" she asked.
"One guess," he chuckled.
"Now, men I want you to pull out your pricks one at a time, and she'll suck each of you. But, while she's sucking on one man, I want action. The other man should be pumping on his prick. This should be a beautiful sequence. Lots of eroticism, and the flavor of the farm."
"Yeah," Donna said, "Cream that comes to the top." The three farm hands were pulling out their penises, and proudly displaying them.
When she saw them, she smiled. It was amusing, yet rather pleasing as she did enjoy sucking head. And in this sequence at least her face would show. True her cheeks would be pulled in and her lips would be over a throbbing male penis. But, at least, she was on, and that was what she wanted.
"We're ready to roll again-Lights-Camera-Action!" The men were stroking their huge penises, and little Ruby was kneeling before them.
"That's a good girl," one man smiled, "Go on, honey suck it."
Donna took the penis in her hand and held it before her lips dramatically. In this way, she got a chance for her face to be seen for a fast flash without having to have it plugged up with a penis.
"Suck it," he gasped, "Suck my cock!"
She took the farmhand's penis into her open mouth, looking up at his overalls. It did seem strange to see a guy with overalls flip out his penis, and demand a blow-job, but then these farmers were lusty, hot-blooded fuckers she figured. And little Ruby wanted to make them just as happy as she knew how.
She sucked on it smoothly and then the man got so hot, he held her tightly over his rod.
"Eat it," he gasped, "Eat it!"
Dandy the dog watched, a bit disturbed over how many people his mistress was having sex with. He couldn't help but wonder if she'd neglect him.
It didn't take the hot-blooded farm boy long to get his penis so hot it exploded.
She sucked his juices in, making, loud, erotic sucking sounds.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes," he moaned, "Eat it up!" She gobbled the juice down, and reached for another penis, as long as they were so plentiful, and so long!
The producer smiled. He knew he had a hit on his hands, as surely as Donna had another prick in her hands.
"That's the girl," the farm-hand wooed her with his dramatic words. "Come on, Ruby of Sunnslope Farm, give your old farm-hand friend a good blow-job."
No doubt about it, Donna was not only becoming a movie performer of some repute, but she was developing a skill as well.
She let her tongue whip around its head, and then she let her lower lip drag over the head of it, as she pulled out.
"Ohhh, ahhhh, yes, yes, that's how it's done, honey," the farm-hand moaned as she sucked him smoothly, extracting juice from his penis with ease.
"Beautiful," he whispered, as she slipped off him, and grabbed the third penis in the line.
This one was huge. She held it for a long moment and looked at it. Then, she decided maybe she could just lick the head of it, frankly doubting if she ever could get the entire cock in her mouth.
But, she soon found out that the moment her mouth opened, the horny farm-hand was prepared to slide it down her throat.
"Fuck it," he demanded, "That's it, baby, suck the juice out of it. I've got a lot in there for you, baby, suck it out."
She sucked on his pulsating penis passionately, enjoying every moment of it. The farm hand slid out of his overalls, and stood before her naked. She gripped his buttocks and massaged his balls, as she sucked. The cameraman closed in, as this was the climax of climaxes.
He moved the camera around so he could catch a shot of the man from behind, showing his buttocks moving swiftly back and forth as he fed his penis to her. "Suck it out, suck it out," he commanded. The hot, sticky juice suddenly erupted in her mouth, and there was such a load full, it dripped and dribbled down the sides of her mouth.
"Catch that," Mr. Burke insisted, "That's very sexy!" The camera moved in, catching just a close shot of her mouth, dripping with cum, and showed the size of the penis that had been plunging in and out of her mouth.
Finally, they had enough, and the director called, "Quit!" However, Donna didn't quit.
She was enjoying the farm-hand's long, strong dong so much, she felt sure he could shoot it off a second time, and this time, she'd try not to lose any of the good stuff.
She was well rewarded for her persistence in sucking for he did make it again.
"Ohhh, baby, eat it, eat it up," he demanded. And she quickly accommodated him, and Burke couldn't miss this.
"Let her roll," he smiled, "We've got a wild woman here, and I'm sure it will prove something people want to see."
When she finished, she got to her feet, and the three men shook hands with her.
"Best blow-job I ever had," they all agreed.
"Well, it was a pleasure acting with you," she said. "Maybe we can work together again."
"I hope so," the last farm-hand who'd given her a double load smiled, as he slipped into his coveralls.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Donna and Charlie made over a thousand dollars on the movie roles, counting Charlie's fifty for his anal-intercourse scene.
"We've got enough money to go to Florida," Charlie suggested.
"What do we want to go there for?" she questioned.
"New York is too cold in the dead of winter," he explained, "I like it hot and sunny."
"In bed and out," she laughed.
And so, Charlie and Donna got in the old car and headed south with more than a little loot.
"What kind of work do you think we can get there?" Donna asked.
But Charlie knew.
"Well, there are a lot of rich people who haunt the beaches just to pick up on something like you, baby."
"I don't want to go on doing things forever," she said angrily, "If you loved me, you'd marry me."
"It's just a scrap of paper," he smiled.
"Well, if that's all it is, it should be real easy for you to give me that scrap of paper," she argued.
"Forget it, will you?" he snapped.
Now, she was burned up. She decided perhaps she would ask for her cut of the take, and skip him when she reached Miami.
However, it was so warm and beautiful when they pulled into Miami, they just went out on the beach. She was alone with the dog for awhile when a nice looking older man came up and began talking with her.
"Your first time here?" he smiled.
"Oh, yes, and I love it."
"So do I-lots of wild parties down here, and I like to throw some myself."
"Is that right?"
"Oh, yes," he nodded, "People do everything these days. And I mean everything."
"I'm just a college girl, and I do a lot of things to work my way through," she said, patting the dog suggestively. The man got excited, and sensed some possibilities here.
"You know, honey what really turns me on?"
"Oh, I'd have no idea," she smiled, "What could it be?"
"Watching a woman do it with a dog!"
"Is that right?"
"Yes," he nodded, "If you'd know of some girl who could perform with her dog, I'd pay her a nice price."
"How much?" she asked quietly.
"Fifty bucks for just an hour."
"Would that be all?"
"Well, I'd be jerking off while the dog was doing here-that's all."
"Maybe I'd be able to find a girl who could do that," she smiled.
"Well, honey, here's my card," he told her and walked away. Charlie was watching at a distance. When she came back, he asked her, "What was that all about?"
"Oh, just a little offer for Dandy and me!"
"Is that right?"
"Yes, our first day. I hit it lucky. I told him I was working my way through college."
"You're awful," he laughed.
"No, I'm not-he wants it-I need the money."
Two days later, Donna phoned the gentleman. He told her, "When can you come over? I'm horny enough for it right now!"
"I'm just a couple blocks from your place," she said quietly, "If you want me to come over, I'll be there in five minutes."
"Do come over," he said, "and bring that dog with you." When Donna walked into the place he was wearing a skimpy swimming suit. But, it wasn't on for long.
"Let's get to it," he said, and Donna said, "First, the fifty. I like you, I trust you, but in advance."
"Well, aren't we businesslike," he said coolly.
"It just works out better this way," she said quickly. He gave her the money, and then she stripped and got on the bed with the dog. The dog stabbed her gash with mechanical precision, and the older man pumped on his penis, with youthful anxiety.
"I don't know why it makes me so damned horny to watch a female fuck a dog," he said as his eyes watched every movement closely.
"Fuck it, fuck, fuck her," the man called out, and he patted Dandy on the rump.
"Ohhh, that's nice," he said, "Honey, grab my dick and pull it for me."
Even though this wasn't part of the original deal, Donna thought she wouldn't make a big steaming issue of it, and she reached for it and began pumping methodically.
"Ohhh, that's it, fuck it, fuck, fuck, fuck," the man gasped, his face reddening.
Somehow, it got Dandy hot too, watching the man, and Donna got more turned on with all the action.
"Oh, Wow," she gasped, "Look at the dog go. You've got him excited with that big, hot cock of yours. He knows what we're doing."
"You better believe it," he said, "Those dogs are smart!
"Fuck her, Dandy, fuck her," the old man cried, and then he took his penis back in his own hand so he could pump on it himself. "Now! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he cried aloud. The dog's penis exploded in her gash and her buttocks churned around inside her. Then, the man pushed the dog aside, crying out, "He's finished. Now, it's time for me to eat your pussy."
"But, Dandy shot his load," she told him. "You don't want to eat his gook!"
"That's what you think," he said, and he applied his mouth to her vagina and went to town.
"Suck it, "she cried, "Suck it!"
Her loins twisted, and the dog came back. She reached out for his tool and began pumping on him again.
When the old man noticed it, he kept his eyes on the dog's penis, apparently something impressed him about a dog's dick.
"Keep it up," he begged her, "I want to see the stuff shoot out of him. Let it go over your tits."
When he'd finished licking her vagina, she got the dog going, and he shot his load all over her breasts. Again, the man licked the stuff off her.
"Ahhh, ohhh," she exclaimed as her body rolled around the bed in a totally, uninhibited new kind of sex thrill. She'd never thought of anybody thrilling to anything like this before. It was a totally new experience.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she begged, and the older man straddled her, and drove his penis inside her. She clawed at his back, grasped his buttocks, and kept her going.
When he finally shot his load, she gripped his tool tightly in her vagina and milked it.
"Fuck it off," she begged, eager to get all his cum she could command.
It was a wild ride, and when he finished fucking her, she lay back and smiled at him.
"You're quite a tiger, how come you did all this stuff. I never met a man who'd do so much."
"I guess I'm just an oversexed old bastard," the man laughed, "I got lots of sunshine, vitamins, and rest and I can out-fuck, and out-suck a lot of the young pricks around here."
"You can say that again," she chuckled.
"And you know what, honey," he smiled, "You and that dog were just great in that movie I saw you in-"
"Did you see me in that?"
"Sure did," he winked, "I recognized you the moment I laid eyes on you down on the beach. You've got real class."
"Just think," she sighed. "You're the first person to recognize me from that flick."
"Well, I won't be the last," he smiled, "You've got lots of talent and you're photogenic. The dog has talent too."
"Oh, he does. He has pedigree and everything," she explained.
"Tell you what I'll do," he said in a kindly voice, "I'll tack on twenty to the fifty as a tip. You were worth it, honey-and buy that dog a nice steak or something. He deserves it."
"I will and I'll tell him it's from you," she smiled. Then, she got dressed and went back to her hotel room. Charlie was waiting.
"How did you do?" he asked her.
"Beautiful," she smiled. "He gave me fifty bucks and tipped me twenty. He was a marvelous man."
"Men who like to watch dogs fucking girls usually are," Charlie acknowledged, "I know I like to watch it-why don't we have a three-way-you, Dandy and me."
"A great idea," she agreed, and so they did have a super-sexy triangle, Donna, the dog, and Charlie.
