The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, join the neighborhood wife-swappers.
The woman in this story is rich, beautiful and, although cold and selfish, outwardly quite normal. But after viewing a sex show, her life is irrevocably changed. Within her a love of perversity and a depth of passion she never dream existed he coiled like snakes, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse them.
DOG SLAVE-the shocking story of a woman who pays a terrible price for her passion.
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
"You've wasted my time, Phil, and you know how that pisses me off," Ellen said acidly, shifting in her seat.
"No ... honest to God ... it's a great show!" Phil replied nervously. "Just wait till it gets going."
Ellen looked contemptuously at her lover, noting the sweat beading his forehead. Nervous again. Always nervous. Trying to please her so the money would keep coming, and doing a shitty job of it as usual. Ellen narrowed her dark eyes, wondering for the hundredth time why she put up with this spineless creep. Oh hell, why wonder? There was only one reason-one good reason. The huge cock that nature had perversely grafted onto Phil's otherwise ordinary frame.
Oh yes ... that cock! Ellen began to daydream, wondering if there were any new ways she could think up for Phil to fuck her. Big cock or not, the old ways bored her. Uh-uh, she wanted something different. She always wanted something different, and when the time came that Phil couldn't provide it for her, then he was going to be out on his ear. No more easy living for Phil, no more easy fucking. Not that fucking her was all that easy, Ellen thought, smiling a little for the first time that night. No ... fucking her was a lot of work. She had high standards.
Higher standards than to come to this ridiculous fleabag. Ellen stared icily around the shabby but garish nightclub. Phil had a lot of brass to bring her here. So it had a floor show? So what? Ellen had never heard of a Tijuana floor show worth seeing. While Tijuana might be one of the seamiest of the Mexican border towns, crawling with vice, its brand of sex had never interested her. She remembered coming down here once before, years ago, when she was still relatively innocent. Not to this particular club, but to another one. Even then, having barely started fucking, she found the show boring. A few over-age strippers, twirling tassels, stripping down to G-strings that cut into their fat hips and bellies. Nothing more, nothing interesting. Tijuana was the end of the line for strippers. The refuge of the washed-up and finished.
This particular club was a little different, she had to admit. For one thing, it was way out of town, a big old building set back behind some trees on what looked like an old estate. Trees were a rarity in arid Baja California. Whoever had lived here before must have had a lot of bucks.
And the room. What an odd set-up. The tables were arranged in a big horseshow around the low stage, rising in tiers. And instead of chairs, each table had a low couch behind it, angled toward the stage.
Ellen looked at the other people. Americans, mostly, and most of them looking prosperous. They had to be, considering what it had cost to get inside the front door. There were a few Mexicans too, all men, all looking prosperous. The women with them had the brassy look of prostitutes. It certainly wasn't a family place.
"They're gonna start!" Phil said excitedly. He acted like he was staking a lot on whether or not Ellen liked the show. She suspected he knew she was tiring of him. Hell, how could he miss knowing, the way she'd been treating him lately? In a rare twinge of conscience, Ellen decided she might feel sorry for Phil, if he weren't such a creep.
The lights dimmed. Spots centered on the stage, where a gaudily dressed M.C. stepped out, dragging a long microphone cord behind him. "Ladies and Gentlemen," he said loudly in a sham good-natured voice. "Welcome to Club Paradiso, where one may catch a little glimpse of heaven on earth."
As the M.C. droned into his spiel, Ellen appraised him. She always appraised men she saw for the first time. Not too bad looking, really, she decided, though he was a little too smooth-looking for her, too slick and oily. But a relatively handsome face, and a good physical presence. Of course, how could you tell till you had a man naked, until you saw what his cock looked like hard and erect. That was the moment of truth.
Ellen realized the M.C. had finished his introduction. He spoke passable English, she decided, just as he waved backstage for the first act. "Oh, no," Ellen groaned as a couple of strippers ran onstage. "I'm telling you, Phil, if this is all a waste of time, you're going to end up walking back to Los Angeles."
"You just wait ... you just wait!" Phil replied anxiously. "This is just the warm-up!"
Sourly Ellen signaled to a waiter, who brought her another drink. The booze was good, anyhow, she thought, draining half the glass in one gulp. Might as well tie one on. Didn't look like there was much else to do.
Not having anywhere else to go, her eyes strayed toward the stage. The strippers were starting into their bump and grind. Not too bad looking for T-town, she decided. Young, early twenties at the most, maybe as young as nineteen, both of them. One was obviously Mexican, a shapely, finely built little brunette with big brown eyes and bigger tits.
The other was a redhead, her bright coloring clashing a little with the darker girl's sultry beauty. But on the whole, a good-looking pair, still tightly built, with big bouncy tits that jiggled and swayed as they danced. They were both down to pasties and G-strings now, swinging their hips in syncopation.
Hey! It looked like they were going to really strip! Let it all hang out! Which was weird for a Mexican night club. Latin morality still prevailed. No public nudity. Then Ellen began to realize why Phil had brought her here. Way out in the sticks, maybe this place could get away with a little more daring show than if it were in the heart of beautiful, raunchy, downtown Tijuana.
So, big deal. Bare tits and cunts were hardly the biggest thing in Ellen's life, unless it was her own, about to get fucked by some strong, good-looking stud. Setting her face into a 'permanent frown of boredom, Ellen stared moodily at the two sweating to girls as they peeled off the last of their obscenely small costumes.
Nice tits, Ellen decided, both of them. The redhead had light pink nipples, while the Mexican girl's were dark, the pigmented area quite large.
Ellen decided there just wasn't any graceful way to step out of a clumsily designed G-string, as the two girls bent and fumbled the tight bands down over their ankles. Both stood up together, proudly displaying their furry muffs. The redhead's pussy hair was coppery red. The Mexican girl's was thick and dark and flossy, but still unable to completely hide the thick pussy lips nestled up between her shapely thighs.
"They really know how to move it, don't they?" Phil hissed into Ellen's ear. "Big deal ... big deal," Ellen hissed back. But she could see how the men might like it. They were a couple of cute girls, really throwing themselves into their work, both of them down on their knees now, leaning over backward, giving the patrons a straight shot up between their widespread legs. Ellen caught a glimpse of pink inner pussy flesh as she looked at the Mexican girl. She really had a nice-looking crotch. Ellen thought if she ever tried a woman, it might be somebody like that dark little honey.
Not that the redhead was so bad. She had one hell of a pair of tits, swooping out and up, a little to the sides, capped with those pink little nipples, bouncing and jouncing every time she moved.
Blue-veined and solid-looking. Oversized virgin tits. And her gash gaped pinkly, framed obscenely in flaming pussy hair.
Glancing quickly around the room, Ellen saw that most of the male patrons were paying a lot of attention to the stage. Most of them seemed turned on. She saw one beefy man reach around the body of the woman sharing his table and clamp his thick fingers over her tit. The woman didn't move a muscle, just looked placidly at the stage.
Hey, now the action was speeding up a little! Both girls stood up and shimmied closer to one another. Shaking and jiggling, their tits moved nearer and nearer, until their nipples grazed. With superb muscular control, the girls began rubbing their tits against one another's nipples. The Mexican girl's dark-tipped mounds showed up starkly against the redhead's white and pink orbs. Good color combinations, Ellen realized. The management knew what it was doing.
Despite having dedicated the last few years of her life to sexual dissipation, Ellen nevertheless had yet to make love to another woman. So she found herself fascinated despite her attempt to remain coolly aloof as the two young women on stage continued teasing each other's tits with their own.
Ellen found herself wondering how it would feel to have another woman's nipples grazing across hers. She had very sensitive tits. She tried to imagine the Mexican girl's big erect nipples, how they would feel, rubbery and hot. Feeling her cunt heat up at the thought, Ellen quickly took another sip of her drink. She didn't want Phil to know the damned show was having an effect on her. Not after the way she'd put him down.
The Mexican girl leaned forward and began licking and sucking the redhead's big jugs. The redhead leaned back, a look of bliss on her lovely face. She shoved her richly curved tits against the other girl's face, slowly twisting her body from side to side. Whether she was faking it or not, the redhead certainly seemed to be enjoying the feel of her fellow dancer's mouth against her rapidly hardening nipples.
Ellen felt her own nipples harden a little inside her blouse. She moved nervously on the couch, which only made things worse. The blouse moved, rubbing against her suddenly sensitive nipples, making them swell even more, dimpling the front of her blouse. She glanced quickly at Phil, to see if he'd noticed. He hadn't. His gaze was still glued onstage.
The dancers abandoned one another's tits. They began to shuffle their legs closer to one another's, leaning their upper bodies backwards. Their cunts ground together and they began to rub, shifting their hips in big lewd circles. Once again Ellen saw what a good color combination the management had chosen. The Mexican girl's thick dark pussy hair contrasted shockingly against her companion's red thatch.
The night club patrons were deathly silent. Ellen thought she could actually hear the wet sound of the girls' pussies sliding over one another. How must that feel? she wondered. Probably pretty good, or else the two girls were faking the looks of strained pleasure on their pretty faces. Ellen squirmed in her seat as her own pussy continued to heat up. She tried pressing her thighs tightly together in an attempt to smother the smoldering fire. But it only made things worse as her pussy lips were forced tightly together.
She glanced at Phil again. There was an ominous bulge in the front of his pants. The sonovabitch was getting an erection!
Ellen jerked her eyes back toward the stage. Well, that's what Phil was good for-getting erections. Without that big cock of his, he'd be the most complete nothing in existence. Only he was supposed to get it up for Ellen, not for some cheap dancers grinding groins on a Tijuana nightclub stage.
Well, so then why was she herself getting so turned on? Only one reason. She was watching something new. Ellen still didn't know whether or not she wanted to make it with a woman. But she did know now that she sure as hell liked watching other women get it on!
The redhead suddenly knelt before the Mexican girl, who shuffled her feet further apart, opening up her crotch as much as she could and still be standing.
The redhead held one hand high, her index finger pointing away from her fist. Then she slowly shoved her hand in between the other girl's thighs. Ellen, and the whole room, saw that finger work in between the Mexican girl's pussy lips. Ellen heard the Mexican girl gasp, with pleasure or shock she couldn't tell. Then the redhead's finger slowly, smoothly disappeared up into the Mexican girl's cunt.
"Oooohhhhhhhh," the girl moaned softly. She began moving her hips in slow sensuous circles, fucking her cunt down on the redhead's impaling finger. The redhead steadily moved her finger in and out of the other girl's dark-furred snatch.
She leaned forward once and started licking the other girl's flat taut belly. The Mexican girl clutched her head, clasping it to her body. After a little more licking, the redhead drew away. Slowly, theatrically, she pulled her finger out of the moaning Mexican girl's cunt, making a big thing of touching it to her lips. Ellen saw the redhead's tongue snake out, tasting the other girl's pussy juice, shinily coating her finger. The audience sighed.
The action began to pick up. The redhead shoved her finger back up inside the Mexican girl's cunt. She began fingerfucking harder. The Mexican girl became more abandoned in the way she fucked back.
The redhead shoved another finger up inside the Mexican girl's snatch. "Aaaaaaiiiyyyyyy," the girl moaned softly. She was now playing with her own tits, massaging the big orbs, pinching her nipples with her thumbs and forefingers, until they jutted out a good half inch, long and hard and rubbery-looking.
The redhead shoved a third finger up into the girl's cunt, then a fourth. She was now fist-fucking her lovely companion. Her whole hand sluiced up into the straddle-legged girl's wide-open pussy box. The wet sound of her fingers moving in and out of that tight sucking hole could be heard all through the nightclub.
The Mexican girl grabbed the redhead's hand, seemingly trying to ram it up into her cunt all the way to the wrist. Her hips bucked and jerked wildly. Her inner thighs were glistening with her fast-flowing cunt juices.
Ellen, whose own pussy was beginning to steam more and more, saw the redhead reach up with her other hand and stab her thumb against the other girl's clit. She began to rub fiercely, batting the little nub back and forth. She grabbed the girl's clit between thumb and forefinger and pulled on it. It was the biggest, longest clit Ellen had ever seen, clearly visible from where she sat, protruding past the girl's thick, finger-spread pussy lips!
The redhead began jacking the other girl off while she finger-fucked her, pulling and tugging on her huge clit. The Mexican girl went wild. Bubbling cries of passion .burst from her throat. Her legs shook and quivered. Her belly rhythmically sucked in and out, tensing whenever her companion did something particularly gratifying to her gushing snatch.
Suddenly the Mexican girl's eyes opened wide. Her entire body went rigid, as if someone were shooting an unbearable electric current through her. "AAAAIIIIIYYYYY!" she wailed loudly.
"She's cumming!" Ellen thought, then realized she had spoken the words aioud. Wide-eyed, she watched the pussy juices gush from the writhing girl's cunt, running down the redhead's arms, dripping from her wrist. Once again the Mexican girl took hold of the other girl's wrist, hunching forward as she jerked it again and again up into her climaxing cunt. Ellen, watching, found herself grinding her own cunt down into the soft cushion she was sitting on. A corner of the cushion started to work its way up into her heated slit, pushing her panties and part of her skirt into the tight cleft. She almost came herself.
But by now the Mexican girl's orgasm was winding down. With a tired, gratified sigh, the young dancer gently pried her fellow performer's hand from her cunt. Now it was her turn to lick her own rich cunt juices from the redhead's glistening hand. "Jesus! Did you ever see anything like that?" Phil hissed triumphantly.
"Yeah," Ellen said flatly, trying to maintain her icy cool. "When I beat myself off and bother to look in the mirror."
"Just you wait ... just you wait!" Phil said smugly. "This is only the first of three acts, and it ain't over yet."
Three acts? Ellen wondered. They'd have to go some to beat this one. And it clearly wasn't over yet. The Mexican girl was looking lovingly at the redhead. She began running her hands hotly over the other girl's body, stroking her tits, sliding her finger up between the redhead's legs. Clearly she intended to reciprocate somehow.
A moment later, the audience realized how. Stagehands came running out onto the stage, lugging a low couch. Their sudden appearance was incongruous, their clothing seeming coarse and heavy beside the naked bodies of the two beautiful young women. But they were gone almost immediately, leaving the girls alone on the stage again.
Taking the redhead by the hand, the Mexican girl led her over to the couch. The redhead feigned shyness, hanging back. But she put up no real resistance when the other girl urged her to lie down on the couch.
The Mexican girl positioned the redhead so that her ass cheeks were perched right on the edge of the couch, her heels on the floor. Spreading the other girls knees, the Mexican girl crowded in between her shapely legs. Ellen saw the redhead's cunt displayed nakedly, just a few yards away, delicate pink cunt lips framed by that bright copper cunt hair.
The darker girl began lightly stroking her companion's cunt, starting low down by her vaginal opening, stroking upward, brushing red pussy hair out of the way. Ellen could see little rivulets of moisture seeping from between the redhead's pussy lips. The redhead began to moan a little, her neck twisting slowly back and forth against the plush material of the low couch.
Finally, the Mexican girl placed a thumb on each of the other girl's pussy lips, and slowly pried her cunt open, like opening an oyster. Ellen found herself staring into the redhead's bared pussy slit, a squirming channel of wet pink flesh, glistening under the bright stage lights.
The Mexican girl slowly ran one finger up and down the redhead's slit, pushing her soft inner labia out of the way, baring her little pink clit and the pulsing opening to her vagina. Almost casually she shoved the finger up the other girl's pussy hole. Ellen heard the redhead moan, saw her body shudder with delight.
But the finger came out again almost immediately. Ellen saw the redhead's vagina remain gaping open a moment, as if trying to remember the feel of the other girl's finger. Then it slowly closed.
As the Mexican girl leaned forward, it was clear to Ellen what was going to happen. She was going to eat the redhead's snatch, tongue her twat!
Ellen began to grow more and more interested. It was going to be a real trip to watch one woman eat another. She'd seen enough men fucking women. That was old hat. But to see a woman put her mouth against another woman's seeping pussy hole...!
The couch was very low, only a few inches off the floor. The Mexican girl had to bend low to get her mouth near the other girl's nakedly splayed cunt. She trailed little licking kisses up the soft-looking insides of the redhead's thighs. The redhead jerked and trembled, obviously becoming more and more excited. Ellen was beginning to believe that these two women weren't faking it. They were really turned on. The orgasm the Mexican woman had had couldn't have been faked. Ellen was sure of it. She'd had too many like that herself.
The Mexican woman began brushing her lips against the redhead's outer pussy lips. She was blowing outward. Ellen could see the other girl's coppery cunt hair fluttering. The redhead began to grow more and more anxious as the other girl teased her cunt. She reached down desperately, her fingers groping for the other girl's head, obviously eager to jerk her mouth down against her waiting cunt.
Suddenly, without warning, the Mexican girl acted. Ellen caught a glimpse of her pink tongue snaking into wet cunt flesh, then her mouth was buried against the other girl's snatch. There was the wet smacking sound of mouth against cunt. "Aaaaahhhh," the redhead sighed jerkily, her body twitching with pleasure.
After a few moments of hard cunt-sucking, the Mexican girl drew her lips away a little and began to lick. She had the longest tongue Ellen had ever seen. She could make it out clearly as it snaked again and again into the redhead's wide-open slit. She saw it flick at the other girl's clit, batting it back and forth like a punching bag. She saw it slip up into the redhead's pussy hole, impossibly far, while the redhead's ass rose off the couch. She was straining her cunt against the Mexican girl's face, trying to impale herself as far as possible on that lashing tongue.
Ellen, staring openly, not even caring if Phil noticed, felt her cunt juices seeping through her panties, turning them into a sodden sponge. She stared at the two lewdly locked women on the stage. She could see the Mexican woman's cunt pooching back between her thighs, two brownish-pink buns, fringed with dark hair, slit down the middle. She experienced an almost overwhelming urge to leap down onto the stage, reach up between the crouching girl's thighs and stuff a finger into her cunt. She had no doubt all the men and at least some of the other women must feel the same way. The management was no doubt aware of the kinds of feelings its shows aroused. There was a fence around the stage.
The Mexican woman was growing wilder in her cunt licking. While the redhead squirmed in ecstasy, she began turning her head rapidly from side to side, tongue extended, slurping it across the other girl's cunt. Ellen caught glimpses of the redhead's clit, swollen large now, twitching back and forth. An almost continuous moaning whine came from deep within the redhead's throat. Her head twisted wildly back and forth. Her hands were scrabbling at the edges of the couch. Her whole body seemed out of control, writhing madly on the couch.
Finally she came. Ellen saw the girl's belly suck in powerfully, the center ridging up into a line of tense muscle. Her legs jerked out straight, quivering, heels up off the floor. The babbling moans gushing from her throat were indecipherable. Her lovely nude body floundered wildly on the couch. The Mexican girl was humming loudly into the other woman's cunt as she licked. Ellen could clearly hear it. No doubt the vibrations of her voice, humming through the redhead's cunt, added to the girl's incredible orgasm.
The redhead slowly wound down, her violent twitching and moanings becoming fainter and fainter. Still, the other girl continued lapping her cunt, licking up the dripping juices, until at last, the redhead just lay there, quivering slightly, but obviously completely spent.
The Mexican girl slowly got to her feet. Turning to face the audience, she raised one hand over her head, like a winning prize fighter. Her cheeks and chin glistened with the other girl's shining pussy juices.
The audience began to applaud wildly. The sudden thunder of sound broke the mood for Ellen. She had been as helplessly turned on as at anytime in her horny life. But now, when a triumphantly smiling Phil leaned over and whispered into her ear, "Well ... how did you like that?" she was able to turn a coldly composed face toward him.
"Reminds me of the shower rooms in the gym at high school," she said acidly. She didn't know why she wanted to provoke him so, but the thought of Phil having any effect on her, other than making her squeal when he rammed his big cock into her ready cunt, made her feel nervous.
Phil's thin lips tightened. For the first time Ellen could remember, he let her see his anger. "Well ... we'll see how long your fucking superiority lasts," he hissed, then seemed appalled at his own boldness.
The M.C. intervened before Ellen could frame a suitably wounding reply. The two girls had left the stage. The M.C., with a florid gesture toward the back of the stage, announced in a booming voice: "Ladies and gentlemen ... I bring you..." a long pause to let audience anticipation grow. ... "Beauty and the Beast!"
CHAPTER TWO
A man and a woman bounded onto the stage. "Now I wonder which is beauty and which is the beast?" Ellen wondered in amusement.
The woman was a stunning blonde, tall and statuesque, with huge tits barely covered by a skimpy costume made of some kind of soft animal skin. A gorgeous creature.
But it was the man who most impressed Ellen, a huge black man, massively muscled, panther-like in his movements, wearing nothing but a loincloth. His skin glistened ebony black, as if it had been oiled.
"Oh Jesus," Ellen sneered sarcastically to Phil. "The rape of the innocent white maiden by the big black boogie man. How corny can you get?"
Phil flushed but refused to take the bait. "Your eyes'll be popping out of your head in a few minutes," he replied almost as sarcastically as Ellen. "I know what makes you tick. That's why I brought you here."
Ellen looked sharply at Phil. The little man was getting big for his britches. She'd have to teach him a lesson after the show. Maybe cut him off for a few days. Cut him off both sex and money. He'd come crawling back, like always. No guts. That was the kindest thing she could say about Phil-no guts. But then, men with no guts were one hell of a lot easier to handle.
Ellen turned her attention back to the stage. She was curious to see how the management could make this second act shape up to the high quality of the first.
The man and the woman were doing a kind of dance. The old story of the man stalking the somewhat reluctant woman. It would indeed have been corny if it hadn't been for the sinuous grace of the two participants. They warily circled one another in a highly stylized manner. The woman's reluctance appeared to be slowly fading. Each time the huge black man danced toward her, she moved away less quickly.
Soon their bodies began to brush. The blonde struggled unconvincingly in the black man's huge arms for a moment, then broke free, as if thinking things over.
The next time their bodies touched, the black man whipped the woman's halter top off with a snake-quick motion. Her magnificent tits swung free, big and firm and swooping outward, pink-nippled. Now, as she moved and spun around the stage, her nipples danced and jiggled crazy little pink patterns at the ends of her jouncing tits.
Suddenly the mood changed. The woman, now obviously on fire with passion, began to stalk the black man. As if confused by the change of events, he became hesitant, careful. Standing stock still, a muscular ebony statue, he watched the woman as she ripped off the bikini-like bottom of her costume. Ellen saw the woman had light blonde pussy hair, and not much of it. Just a wispy patch that made her soft pink pussy lips look all the more naked.
The statuesque blonde danced provocatively around the quiet black giant. She dragged her big tits across his muscular back, pressed her blonde pussy against his sinewy thigh. Once again Ellen had to pay silent tribute to the management's fine color sense. The blonde's ivory-white skin contrasted wonderfully with the man's almost blue-black flesh. For the first time in her life, Ellen realized how truly beautiful black skin could be. The man on the stage was the most beautiful man she had ever seen.
The woman's attentions began having a noticeable effect on the black man. Ellen saw that his loincloth was moving, slowly standing out from his body. It took her a moment to realize what was happening.
He was getting an erection!
Ellen heard gasps around her as others in the audience noticed. The gasps faded away to stunned silence as the loincloth stood further and further out from the man's body. "My God! What's he got in there?" Ellen wondered, awe-struck.
The blonde seemed to be thinking the same thing. Pretending to have just noticed the activity underneath the man's loincloth, she stopped dancing, just stood slowly in front of him, staring. I'd stare too, Ellen told heself, if I was as close to that gorgeous hunk of man as she is.
Slowly the blonde dropped to her knees, crouching naked in front of the black man's loins. Almost reverently she slipped both hands underneath the obscenely extended loincloth. She was stroking something, something impossibly long. A look of incredible pleasure came over the man's ebony features. He reached around behind himself and fumbled with the strings holding his loincloth in place. It came loose, floating to the ground at his feet.
Ellen found she had forgotten to breathe as she stared at his mammoth rod. It was without a doubt the biggest cock she had ever seen, an immense length of bloated meat, shiny-black, jutting from the wiry hair of the man's powerful loins.
The blonde continued stroking the huge cock in front of her while the women in the audience sweated with envy. Ellen felt her cunt begin twitching with desire again. God, how would it feel to have a cock like that rammed up her cunt?
The blonde's hands looked so white against the huge black cock they cradled. She cupped the head in her fingers. It looked as big as a doorknob, and was getting bigger.
Reaching back between the man's legs, the blonde cupped his balls in one hand while continuing to stroke his cock with the other. A deep moan of pleasure burst from the man's thick, sensuous-looking lips. His hips lurched forward a little, the tip of his cock pointing straight at the blonde's beautiful face.
She took the hint, looking up questioningly, her wet, red lips parted a little. The black man smiled down at her. Moving a little closer on her knees, the blonde opened her lips a little wider. It looked as if she were going to take the man's cock into her mouth right then.
But instead, her tongue shot out, stabbing into the little slit in the tip of the man's cock. "Uuuuunnnggghhh," Ellen heard him grunt. His body twitched with passion. He reached down for the blonde, as if he were going to forcibly ram her sweet-looking mouth against his bloated cock-tip.
The girl fended off his hands. She began to lick steadily, her tongue gliding all over the knobby black cock-tip. In a moment it glistened with her saliva. Ellen found it impossible to believe, but the man's cock actually swelled a little larger. She didn't see any way that such a huge rod could fit into the blonde's mouth. Her lips just couldn't stretch that much.
But they did. Opening her mouth wide, the blonde began working her lips over the bloated organ in front of her. Her full, red, pouting lips stretched and stretched, growing thinner and thinner. Finally, she had the whole of the man's enormously bloated cock-tip inside her mouth. But inches of gleaming black shaft still remained outside.
The blonde began moving her head slowly back and forth. It was obviously difficult for her. No woman could take a cock like that in her mouth easily. But the kneeling woman persevered. More and more of the shiny black shaft disappeared into her mouth.
The man couldn't hold still any longer. His hips began rocking back and forth. Almost half his cock was slithering in and out of the blonde's mouth as he fucked her in the face. The shiny blackness of his cock contrasted excitingly with the rose and ivory complexion of the girl's face. A black stake driving remorselessly into the heart of a white rose.
Ellen heard choking sounds of pleasure coming from around and behind her. She tore her fascinated eyes away from the spectacle on the stage. The party was getting hotter. Some of the men had their flies open, massaging their thickening cocks. Ellen saw one man motion to the woman sitting next to him. She obligingly pulled his fat cock out of his pants and began sucking it. The man sighed with delight, leaning back to watch the rest of the show, the woman's curly head bobbing up and down in his lap.
The black man was becoming obviously more and more excited. Reaching down, he tangled his powerful black fingers in the blonde's long shining hair. With a grunt he pulled her head toward him as he rammed his loins forward. Virtually all of his cock disappeared into the kneeling woman's mouth.
Ellen held her breath in sympathy. She expected to hear the blonde begin choking and gasping. But she didn't. She took it all, took every inch of. that mammoth black cock, angling her neck so it slid smoothly down her throat.
Grabbing hold of the man's sinewy black legs for support, she let him fuck her in the face. His powerful hips pounded forward urgently, driving his cock again and again past her thin-stretched, ovaled lips. Ellen watched the saliva-wet length of it gliding in and out, a shining column of black manhood. She squirmed in her seat, wanting to reach out and fumble Phil's cock from his pants, but she couldn't give him the satisfaction. And big as his cock was, it still couldn't match the immense size of the huge black man's on the stage. So she found the corner of the cushion again, working it up into her slit, her panties squishing audibly. Trying to be as unobtrusive as possible, she rocked slightly, wondering if she could get herself off this way.
Finally the black man came. Ellen watched the churning of his hips grow wilder and wilder. Each time his cock slipped partway out of the blonde's sucking mouth, she could see that it had grown a little more, ridged with swollen veins, ready to blow.
Suddenly, with a gargling cry, he threw his head back. Ellen saw the whites of his eyes rolling in their sockets. But instead of ramming his cock to the hilt in the blonde's throat, he allowed her to pull her mouth free of the spouting organ. She circled her fingers around the base, milking the shuddering shaft, controlling and timing the spurts of semen. Milky white cum arched through the air, spattering over her face and tits. Most of it she managed to catch in her wide-open mouth. Her tongue kept shooting out, licking gobs of semen from her chin and cheeks. And when the black man finally finished cumming, she moved her head forward to lick the knobby tip of his spent cock clean. It slowly shrank in front of her face, lowering to half-mast, finally dangling down against the man's muscular black thigh.
"Jesus Christ!" Ellen heard Phil mutter next to her. She stole a glance in his direction. He was rubbing the huge bulge in the front of his pants, eyes glued on the stage. "What's the matter ... no self control?" Ellen asked acidly. Phil quickly let go of his cock, flashing Ellen a look of intense anger. She was almost shocked by the ... by the hate she saw there. But instead of being upset, she was secretly pleased. Hate her, did he? Well, that meant she had him. She knew how to deal with any kind of passion. Passion always made better shackles than indifference, no matter what kind of passion it was.
But a feeling of temporary advantage over Phil did nothing for the ache in her cunt. How tempting to make use of his erect cock. But Ellen hated to make a spectacle of herself in front of this crowd. She instinctively disliked the people around her.
Others were not so squeamish. Glancing around surreptitiously, Ellen saw one couple openly fucking, the man's bare ass showing above his pulled-down pants, bobbing up and down above the woman's naked thighs. Another man had settled his woman on his lap, facing away toward the stage. But from the look of tense pleasure on her face, and the way her ass squirmed down into his lap, her dress bunched up oddly, it was clear to Ellen the man's cock had slipped up into the woman's cunt. A clumsy position but adequate.
Others were content with foreplay. Fingers squished in and out of superheated pussies. The rich odor of aroused cunt filled the room. Hands wrapped around stiff pricks. Semen spattered onto dresses and suits.
Ellen realized the show wasn't over yet. The black and white couple were not yet finished with one another. Ellen was disappointed to see that marvelous cock shrunken and useless, although soft it was still as large as most men's erect cocks.
However, the show must go on. Now it was the woman's turn to experience pleasure. The huge black man picked her up effortlessly, although she was a big, lushly-built girl, and laid her down on the low couch, which was still onstage. It was almost anti-climactic when Ellen realized he was going to eat the blonde's cunt. After watching the two girls in the preceding act go at one another, she felt that she had already seen enough cunt-eating.
Except for one thing. The black man's mouth. Ellen found herself staring at his full, turned-back black lips. They looked so damned ... well, sensual, soft, and inviting. She couldn't help wondering how they'd feel sliding wetly over her cunt lips. Oh God ... right now anything would feel wonderful against her eager pussy!
Ellen squirmed down against the cushion again as the black man knelt on the floor between the blonde's outstretched legs. The edge of the cushion shoved her dripping panties a little further up into her steaming slit. She had to stifle a moan as she felt her clit rub against the rolled edge of the cushion. She slowly started to fuck her hips back and forth, barely moving, wanting to give herself pleasure, but not wanting to be seen doing it. I Panting a little, Ellen fastened her eyes on the stage. She watched the black man's bristly head work in between the blonde's milk-white thighs. She could tell from the look of delighted expectation on the girl's face that she was looking forward to what was about to happen. That was one of the most exciting things about the two shows she had so far seen. All the participants were really into what they were doing. They weren't faking it. They loved the kinky, public sex they were performing.
The black man's thick lips opened. His thick, almost purplish tongue stabbed out, straight into the blonde's pussy slit. What a contrast against those pink buns, framed by bright, yellow, almost two-colored pussy hair! Everything stood out so starkly!
"Oooohhhhhh," the blonde moaned loudly. Her body twitched with pleasure. Her legs rose to circle around the back of the black man's thick neck, pulling his head tightly against her gushing loins. The wet smack of his lips merged with the woman's growing moans. His strong black fingers dug into the white flesh of her thighs, holding her shuddering body in place as he tongued mercilessly into her spasming cunt.
"Oh, Jesus ... I can't stand it!" Ellen moaned miserably to herself. Something had to be done about the fire smoldering out of control up between her legs. She glanced at Phil, who was watching the stage, fascinated, rubbing his cock through his pants again. In a flash of inspiration, Ellen saw how she could get some use out of him without giving the arrogant son-of-a-bitch anything in return. And more than that, deprive him of seeing the show!
"Phil!" she hissed. "I want you to eat my cunt!"
"Huh?" He looked up at her, glassy-eyed from watching the lewd spectacle on the stage.
"Get down on your knees in front of me," Ellen commanded. "Stick your fucking head up between my legs. Lick my snatch, you lazy bastard. And for shit's sake, try to do it as well as that black dude is doing it to Miss Goldilocks."
"Whaaaaaat?" Phil bleated. "You want me to do that instead of watching the show? What the hell do you..."
"Phil ... " Ellen drawled threateningly. "Your allowance is due in just a couple of days, isn't it? You wouldn't want to do anything to piss me off, would you?"
Phil seemed about to make an angry reply. But he quickly thought better of it. Swallowing with difficulty, he finally mastered his growing rage. "Alright ... alright ... I'll suck your snatch," he grumbled. "Pull up your skirt."
"Uh-uh ... I don't want my cunt hanging out in front of all these creeps," she replied. "You just duck up underneath my skirt. Kind of work in the dark."
Phil almost rebelled again. Ellen could see conflicting emotions warring back and forth across his weak shifty features. But fear and greed were, as usual, the victors. Phil was totally dependent on her money, and he was a big spender. Times like this, Ellen reflected, it was good to be rich. You could do anything you wanted.
She smirked in triumph as Phil got down on his knees in front of her. The table pressed against his back as he raised her skirt and shoved his head and shoulders underneath the heavy material. "Pull my panties off," Ellen ordered.
"You bet your ass I'll pull 'em off," Phil replied, his voice muffled by her skirt, "Damned if I'll use 'em for chewing gum."
Ellen felt his fingers hook in the waistband of her panties. She lifted her ass a few inches off the seat cushion as Phil pulled the panties down over her hips. "Jesus ... they're like a fucking sponge!"
"Just shut up and eat my cunt," Ellen hissed, wriggling her hips forward on the cushion, spreading her legs as much as her loose skirt would allow.
She felt Phil's head work in between her legs, his bristly cheeks brushing against her thighs. His mouth was now only an inch of two from her throbbingly hungry cunt. "Sure ... sure..." he mumbled thickly. "If I don't drown first. God! It's like a swamp down here!"
Ellen smiled, thinking of Phil trapped under her skirt, smothering in the ripe fumes of her steaming cunt. Let the fucker earn his keep! she thought acidly. At least she didn't have to look at him any more. She could concentrate on the stage.
The black man was still eating the blonde's cunt. Just as his thick purple tongue stabbed into the girl's splayed slit, Ellen felt Phil's tongue slither into her own cunt-canyon. "Nnmmmggghhh," she grunted under her breath, feeling her body shudder with delight. One thing she had to say about Phil ... he sure could use his tongue!
Gripping hard on the cushion, Ellen fought to control the ecstasy rocketing through her well-tongued cunt. She wanted it to last. She wanted to be squirming with sexual delight as she watched the rest of the act onstage.
Suddenly she realized that the black man's cock was slowly stiffening again. Excitedly Ellen watched the dangling black cylinder jerk more and more erect under his kneeling body, until it angled at forty-five degrees to his trunk, jerking closer to his lean belly. When it was as large as it had been when the blonde sucked him off, the big man suddenly stopped mouthing her dripping cunt. His black face shiny with cunt juices, he straightened up, shuffling forward on his knees.
Ellen watched the huge, heart-shaped tip of his cock approach the woman's blonde-fringed cunt. "Oh my God! He's going to fuck her with that huge thing!" Ellen mumbled quietly. "Huh? What'd you say?" Phil spluttered wetly around a mouthful of slippery pussy flesh.
"Shut up and lick!" Ellen snapped, grinding her cunt more tightly against Phil's trapped face. She thrilled to the feel of his tongue slipping obediently up into her slit, tickling her clit. God, if she was lucky and timed her own reactions right, she might get it off right when the black man's huge prick exploded its hot load up into the blonde's cock-stuffed snatch!
But how the hell was he ever going to fit that monster tool up into the woman's cunt? Even though she was a good-sized woman, the blonde had a rather delicate-looking cunt. Slender cunt lips nestled tightly up between her luscious thighs. Her fever-pink slit was tightly enfolded by snug flesh. The woman's vaginal opening, despite the black man's avid tonguing, was still just a dimpled depression.
He inserted the mammoth head of his cock in between the blonde's pussy lips. God, it looked even bigger now! He'd have to split her in two to get that immense probe up into her almost virginal cunt!
He didn't seem to be in any hurry. The black man slowly rubbed Ms cock head up and down the woman's cunt slit. The knobby tip grew shiny with her seeping pussy juices. That was smart, Ellen decided. He was getting his big rod as slippery as possible before ramming it into the blonde's gorgeous body.
Ellen held her breath as the black man finally positioned the head of his cock right over the entrance to the woman's pussy hole. His hips ground forward. Ellen saw the tip of his cock flatten against the woman's vaginal opening, instead of slipping up inside. She'd been right! It was just too big to fit!
The blonde groaned, either in pain or in frustration. "Wait!" she told the black man, her voice shattering the audience's rapt attention.
The black man reluctantly pulled his cock back. The blonde sprang up from the couch, her big tits jiggling. To Ellen's surprise, she took the black man gently by the shoulders and urged him over backwards. With a sullen look on his face he complied, lying flat on his back on the stage.
With a sultry smile, the blonde straddled his powerful body, hands on hips, her feet planted on each side of his pelvis. She began to undulate her body, making her tits swing back and forth, circling her lush hips in big circles. Soon, she was in the midst of one of the wildest, most sensual dances Ellen had ever seen, yet her feet never moved from where they were planted, straddling the black man's body. Ellen felt her cunt heating up as much from watching the blonde's sinuous dance as from what Phil's mouth was doing to it up underneath her skirt.
The blonde's statuesque legs began to bend at the knees. Loins jutting forward, she slowly lowered her body. Lower and lower she sank, until her cunt was poised right above the black man's up-thrust cock. It jutted toward her cunt like a huge black stake. She was clearly going to impale herself on that rigid pole!
"Oh my God!" Ellen murmured as the blonde's pink and white pussy lips made contact with the ebony knob of the black man's swollen prick.
"Wha's happening?" Phil mumbled from underneath her skirt, his head an obscene lump in her lap.
"Shut up and suck cunt," Ellen hissed. "I thought you said you'd seen this show before."
Right now she didn't want anything to distract her attention from what was happening on the stage. Phil's tonguing of her cunt was now only a pleasing background to what her eyes were drinking in. My God! she could have sworn the blonde's pussy lips actually opened up and wrapped lovingly around the tip of the black man's bloated prick!
The knobby head was once again shoving against her cuntal opening. Except this time the blonde had control. She ground her hips lower. The black man's cock actually seemed to bend a little under the strain. But all at once the mammoth head popped up inside the straining woman's vagina.
Both the black man and the blonde moaned softly together. The woman hesitated a moment, her legs visibly shaking with pleasure. Then, mustering all her strength, she began jerking her hips downward, mercilessly impaling her cunt on to those endless inches of black' cock. She literally hammered her ass down, driving the black man's enormous prick up into her snatch like a spike into green wood. Ellen expected to hear it squeak with friction.
Finally it was in all the way. The blonde rested a moment, her cunt lips mashed down against the black man's pubic hair, his prick completely inside her cunt.
Then, with a howl of triumph, the woman began fucking like a wild animal, raising her ass up high, the black man's glistening cock growing magically out of her cunt, only the head remaining inside her slick tight tube. Then, with a grunt she slammed her ass down time after time, wrapping hot cunt flesh around the black man's mammoth rod. Ellen expected to see the tip pop out her mouth, it seemed to be ramming so deeply into her voracious cunt.
"Suck! Suck my cunt, for God's sake!" Ellen implored Phil. She doubted either the blonde or the black man could last long. She wanted to cum when they did. Wanted to feel her cunt turn inside out when the black man's cum jetted up into the blonde's pussy.
The couple on the stage were fucking more and more wildly. The black man dug his hands into the blonde's hips, guiding them, jerking them up and down, literally fucking his cock with her body. The muscles stood out starkly under his satiny black skin.
And then Ellen saw an amazing thing happen. Without moving the blonde at all, the black man stood up! The muscles in his legs and abdomen bunched and strained as he slowly got his legs underneath himself and rose smoothly to his feet. His arms wrapped around the blonde's body, clasping her to him. Her legs circled his waist tightly, as she held onto him, her hips pumping hard, still fucking, grinding her cunt down against the cunt she was riding.
Cupping the woman's ass in his huge hands, the black man jerked her driving hips toward his. Ellen caught a glimpse of his long black cock, skewering into her blonde-fringed pink cunt. Her own cunt was hanging on the edge of orgasm. She hardly dared breathe as she watched the black man, standing with his legs braced, the blonde woman writhing in his grip, her arms and legs wrapped hungrily around his body as his cock drove deeper and deeper into her cunt. Now, the stark contrast of their coloring was the most noticeable, white twined around black, black driving into white.
Suddenly the blonde began to shriek and whimper. Her body went crazy, wild, out of control. If the black man hadn't been holding onto her so tightly, she surely would have fallen. She was cumming!
The black man's deep guttural moans told Ellen he was cumming too. But he managed to hold onto the writhing blonde, pumping his cock up into her cunt, filling her with his gushing semen. Ellen saw thick ropes of congealing cum dripping back out the blonde's cunt, trickling in sticky ropes down the insides of her thighs. She could imagine how the blonde's snatch was madly pumping and spasming, one moment greedily sucking up the black man's semen, the next moment squeezing it back out past her spasming cunt lips as her body went out of control.
"Now, Phil! Now! Get me off!" Ellen wailed. She had to hand it to Phil. He always came through when it counted. He sucked her clit deep between his lips, worrying it with his tongue.
"Oh God ... Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" Ellen whimpered. She didn't care who saw now. She was cumming. Her cunt felt like it was exploding, like the heat of the sun was blossoming in her clit, pouring into her womb. She spasmed openly on the cushion, oblivious to anything else but the climaxing couple on the stage and the ecstasy in her own cunt, unaware that almost everyone else in the room was in the same state. Couples and trios floundered on their couches. Cunts spasmed, cocks gushed semen. The loud sound of panting nearly drowned out the triumphant cries of the couple on the stage.
Finally the black man let the blonde slip away from his body. She stood shakily next to him, then kissed him on the mouth. Together they bowed to the audience. Then turning, they raced, naked, toward the wings.
The second act was over.
CHAPTER THREE
This time there was no immediate replacement of acts, no oily, smiling M.C. leaping onto the stage with his microphone. The management cleverly let the audience simmer down a little. Soft music came from backstage as people readjusted their clothing, got their noisy breathing back under control.
Phil surfaced from beneath Ellen's skirt, his face red and sweating, cheeks slippery with cunt juice. "Jeez ... nearly drowned," he gasped. "Like a fucking oil well down there!"
Ellen, feeling smug, patted her lover on the head. "You did just fine," she said. "You really got me off."
Phil smirked. "Go ahead ... admit it ... it's some show, isn't it?"
"Yeah ... yeah ... okay. Anything that can get me off in a crowd like this must be some turn-on."
Ellen had been a little surprised at herself for letting Phil eat her in public like that. Although she reveled in sex, she was, sexually, a very private person. Slowly it was dawning on her that maybe she had a lot to learn about herself and about sensuality.
"You think the last two acts were good?" Phil said with that whinnying laugh Ellen hated. "Wait till you see the next one. It'll blow your fuses!"
Ellen didn't say anything. She'd been turned half inside out by what she'd already seen. She felt a little out of her element, a little uncertain, and around a shark like Phil, that wasn't too good. She'd have to watch herself. She had no illusions about her lover. He was after her money just as she was after his big cock. Love entered the picture not at all.
Suddenly Ellen's attention was attracted by a commotion offstage. There was no announcement of the next act, no preparation. In the wings a girl's voice was crying and sobbing. There were sounds of a struggle, then two men dressed in black with masks over their faces dragged a young girl out onto the stage.
The girl struggled hard at first, then more feebly after one of the men growled something into her ear. Their manner was very convincing. The audience quieted down, watching avidly to see what incredible scene would unfold next.
The girl looked very young, maybe in her middle or late teens, a slender girl with long lustrous brown hair and big brown eyes. Her eyes looked very frightened now.
The men marched the girl over near the couch. Then they began tearing her clothes off, literally tearing them, ripping them from her. First her blouse, then her skirt. She wasn't wearing a bra. Tight firm young tits, larger than Ellen had expected on such a slight girl appeared, tipped with virginal little nipples. Soon she was wearing nothing but a pair of panties.
The girl put up a desperate final fight to save har panties, but one of the men held her arms.behind her as the other ripped the panties down over her hips and off her kicking feet. The girl had a respectable muff of soft-looking brown pubic hair. Ellen, beginning to appreciate women's cunts by now, after the first act, tried to make out the girl's pussy lips beneath the brown fur. They looked snug and firm, pressed tightly together. A very unused-looking cunt, fitting in with the rest of the girl's appearance.
Ellen found her heart going out to the girl, a result of the management's clever stage managing. She looked so damned innocent. like a young high school girl kidnaped off the streets of a typical Midwestern town. A letter girl, a good daughter, the girl friend of the local football hero. Naked, she looked even more helpless, more vulnerable.
The men dragged the girl over to the low couch. They laid her down on her back, legs trailing on the floor. One of the men held her arms over her head. The other held her legs, prying them apart. Ellen wondered what was going to happen. Neither of the hooded men made a move to touch the girl sexually. She lay there, helplessly stretched over the couch. Ellen stared up the girl's crotch. Her cunt looked even sweeter and more appetizing than the two girls' of the first act.
There was a movement offstage. Another man came onto the stage, hooded like the others. He was not alone. He had a leash in his hand. Tugging at the leash was an enormous German shepherd dog.
The girl and the dog saw one another at about the same time. "No ... no..." Ellen heard the girl whimper softly. She tried to squirm away from the men holding her down. Ellen saw their grips tighten on her arms and legs, digging into her soft flesh.
When the dog saw the naked girl sprawled across the couch, he strained eagerly at the leash, whining. The man had difficulty holding him back.
"What the hell's going to happen?" Ellen demanded, turning to Phil. He smiled knowingly. "You just wait and see."
The truth slowly dawned on Ellen as the dog was permitted to move toward the girl. My God! They were going to let a brute beast do something to this delicate young girl!
Ellen's flesh crawled, but at the same time she felt a strange excitement welling up in the pit of her stomach. Fundamentally perverse, like most of the other people who'd bother to watch such a show, the very degradation of what was about to happen struck a deep chord in her hard, exploitive nature.
The girl on the couch raised her head. She was staring straight at the approaching German shepherd, horror apparent in every strained line of her lovely young face. "No ... no, please," she begged. "Don't let him near me!"
It was clear the dog was a he. What enormous balls! The hairy pouch underneath his belly that housed his cock was immense!
The man down by the girl's legs tried to pry her thighs further apart. The girl fought back fiercely. Finally, the man holding the dog had to let go and help the other man. Together, they managed to pry her legs far apart, one man on either leg. The girl's soft thighs parted, completely baring her tight-looking young snatch. Eyes in the audience feasted on that lightly-furred, pink-slitted little box. Fingers and cocks itched to slide up inside the girl's tight, fear-puckered vaginal opening.
The dog had been dancing eagerly on the outskirts of the struggling group of people. Once the girl's legs were spread far enough apart, one of the men called the animal, gesturing for him to move in between the girl's wide-open thighs.
The big dog moved quickly, eagerly crowding his bulk between the girl's outstretched, quivering legs. His hairy body looked coarse and powerful against the velvety inside of the girl's shapely thighs. But his head, his head looked massive as it neared the fuzzy vee of the girl's crotch.
The girl still twisted and struggled on the couch, at the last moment trying to writhe her cunt away from the dog's muzzle. But the men holding her down were too strong. The dog's nose was only an inch or so from the girl's slit. Ellen could see it sniffing at the flesh in front of it. Finally, it shoved its black button nose directly against the captive girl's cunt.
"Oh!" The girl's sharp cry of shock echoed through the room. Ellen could sympathize with her. That shiny black nose must feel really cold against the sensitive flesh of her pussy. An icy lump pushing up into warm tender flesh.
The girl seemed afraid to move. She lay stiffly still. Only her chest still rose and fell, indicating to Ellen how hard the girl was breathing.
Then something Ellen would never forget. The sight of the dog's immensely long thick tongue, black-bordered around the edges, snaking out of his tooth-studded mouth, lapping hotly over the girl's helpless cunt.
"Uuuunnngggghhhh," the girl moaned loudly. Her entire body quivered with the shock of the first feel of that huge tongue. She writhed and twisted on the couch as her cunt was violated again and again by the animal's lashing tongue. Her firm young muscles stood out under her velvety skin as she tried to fight free. The men holding her down sweated with the effort.
Ellen wondered how long the girl could keep up such an epic struggle. Then she noticed that the quality of the girl's writhing were slowly, subtly changing. Ellen was puzzled for a moment, then realized the girl was no longer struggling to get away. No, she was beginning to writhe with helpless pleasure as the dog continued tonguing into her cunt.
Ellen experienced a vicarious thrill of pleasure as she tried to imagine how it would feel to have that big tongue slithering over her own cunt. She began to grow excited as she thought about it. Her cunt sizzled and seethed with passion. There was something so ... so perverted about the thought of a dog lapping her snatch. The stimulus of watching it happen to another woman only a few yards away was especially titillating.
The men were no longer holding on very tightly to the girl on the couch. They didn't need to. She flopped and writhed helplessly, obviously completely under the spell of the dog's tongue.
Ellen watched that long thick member lapping into the girl's slit. The girl's pussy hair was wet with dog saliva now, plastered out to the sides of her plump young pussy lips. Ellen was able to see the dog's tongue start each hot swipe low down in the girl's slit, actually below her ass-hole, deep within the cleft between her taut young buttocks. The dog's tongue swept up over the girl's anus, then past her vaginal opening, dipping inside a moment before climbing higher, slicing past her tender pink inner labia. Finally, when the dog's tongue dragged maddeningly over the girl's already swollen clit, Ellen could see her shudder with ecstasy.
Ellen doubted the girl was fucking it. Oh sure, she'd faked her earlier terror, that was all part of the act, a very effective part for building audience attention. But she certainly wasn't faking her delight now that the dog was licking her snatch. Ellen didn't see how any woman could react any other way with that big a tongue tickling her pussy box.
The men completely let go of the girl. She made no move to escape. Instead, she held on tightly to the couch, drawing her legs up high so her crotch would be more open to the dog's lashing tongue. Low servile hums of acceptance bubbled from her throat. Her stomach muscles twitched and rippled each time the dog's tongue dug into her pussy flesh.
"Oooohhhh ... yes ... yes..." the girl began to moan. "Just a little more ... a little more..."
Ellen knew what the girl was talking about. She was close to cumming. A few more red-hot swipes from that mammoth tongue and she was going to explode into orgasm. Ellen herself felt as if she could almost cum just from watching this innocent-looking young girl get licked by the dog. Her own cunt seethed and throbbed, welling with hot pussy juices again. She played with the idea of having Phil lick her box once more, but hated to take her eyes off the stage. She wanted to see what happened to the girl when she finally got it off.
But all of a sudden the dog stopped licking. He backed slowly from between the girl's lewdly splayed legs, leaving her cunt shiny with his saliva and the girl's gushing pussy juices. The girl's low moan of disappointment welled from deep in her throat.
Half sitting up, the girl tried to coax the dog back between her legs. Her earlier fear, her earlier reluctance, had completely vanished. The eager glitter in her dark eyes testified to the depth of her arousal.
The girl patted her dripping cunt, trying to coax the dog near again. But he kept backing away, a strange, strained look on his canine face. Then he turned a little sideways, and Ellen saw what was troubling the big animal. She gasped.
The dog had an enormous erection!
"Oh my God! He wants to fuck her!" Ellen blurted. From the smug leer on Phil's face, she realized he'd known this part of the act was next. She felt foolish, getting sucked in by stage dramatics. But she didn't care. God, what a show!
The girl noticed the dog's swollen cock about the same time Ellen did. Her innocent brown eyes widened with wonder as she stared at the immense scarlet cock dangling and swaying beneath the animal's furry belly. She licked her lips nervously, obviously still turned on, but a little scared, too.
The dog and the girl began to achieve a kind of rapport. The dog nuzzled the girl excitedly as she knelt gingerly next to him. She reached underneath his body and tentatively stroked his hard prick. The dog whined with pleasure.
The girl began openly encouraging the dog, caressing his scarlet, tapered cock, speaking to him soothingly. In return the big animal licked her face and tits as she knelt next to him. Ellen watched the girl's nipples harden and darken with passion. Some change between this slender young wanton and the frightened, struggling girl of fifteen minutes ago!
The girl was getting more and more excited. She reached down with one hand and began playing with her cunt while her other hand remained on the dog's cock. Slowly she gave the audience the idea that she wanted that cock up her cunt. She looked at the couch as if debating whether or not to lie down there again. She shook her head in pantomime. That would never work.
Then she seemed to get an idea. Her lovely face lit up with excitement ... and lust. Speaking softly to the dog, she got down on all fours, facing away from the big animal, her ass thrust invitingly toward him.
"Come on, boy," Ellen heard the girl croon excitedly. "Hop up here and fuck the hell out of me!
My God, Ellen thought. It's really going to happen! All along she'd expected this. What else could the act be about? But to actually be watching this innocent-looking young girl begging a brute animal to mount her ass and fuck her as if she were a bitch in heat was just too much. Ellen found herself hardly able to breathe. Would the dog do it? Could dogs really be trained to fuck women?
The dog pranced excitedly forward. Ramming its nose up between the girl's thighs, it sniffed at her back-thrust ass and cunt. Ellen could clearly see the girl's plump pussy lips pooching back between her full thighs. Once again she saw the girl jerk as the dog's cold nose jabbed into her slit. Only this time the girl wasn't struggling to get away. Instead she thrust her ass back greedily, demandingly toward the dog. She was a convert.
After a few exploratory licks with that immense tongue, the dog suddenly reared up and mounted the girl's lush buttocks. Ellen held her breath as she watched his needle-pointed cock jerk and twitch closer and closer to the girl's invitingly wet cunt.
Ellen had never been so turned on in her life. Something about the thought of watching another woman get fucked by a dog, something about the obscenity of it struck a deep core of perversity in her. She ached, she throbbed with desire. Right at that moment she would have given a lot to change places with the girl on the stage, to have that powerful brute mounting her ass, ready to plunge his huge cock into her waiting cunt.
God, would it fit? Ellen stared back and forth between the dog's cock and the girl's snug-looking cunt. A real mismatch, as much as between the blonde and the black man. But eventually that had worked out. Maybe this would, too. Maybe that impossibly long, thick hunk of scarlet dog cock would fit up into the girl's neat little pie.
Ellen clutched the table in front of her as the tapering tip of the dog's cock dug in between the crouching girl's pussy lips. The animal seemed to know just what he was doing.
Ellen watched the girl brace herself. She heard the girl's breath suck in in anticipation. Staring at the thickness of red meat squirming deeper and deeper up between the girl's pussy lips, Ellen gritted her teeth. God! A cock that big would just have to split the girl in two!
Suddenly, all those mighty inches of dog cock vanished from view, driven up into the girl's body as the dog wildly hunched his loins forward. Ellen heard the girl's breath whistle between her teeth, knocked from her lungs by the violence of the dog's entry into her cunt. The girl was slammed slightly forward, bracing herself on stiffened arms to keep from falling on her face.
Ellen saw a look of strained concentration contort the girl's lovely features. That she could understand. Having such a big cock shoved so quickly and mercilessly up into her unprepared cunt would take a little getting used to.
The dog never slowed down after that first mighty thrust. His lean powerful loins hunched rapidly, machine-like, pounding his huge red cock in and out of the kneeling girl's overstuffed cunt. Ellen could see the girl' spussy lips spread wide by the animal's drumming cock. She'd never seen a cunt look so full.
The girl was biting her lower lip, still trying to get used to the mammoth cock invading her cunt. Her face was strained, but even as Ellen watched, she saw the look of strain slowly replaced by one of lust. The girl was beginning to enjoy it! She liked having her cunt reamed by an animal's cock!
"Ooooohhhhhhh," the girl moaned loudly. There was now nothing left of the innocent maiden. Her innocent face was transformed with lust. Eyes glittering, tiny pink tongue licking nervously over heated swollen lips, she began ramming her ass backward, meeting the dog's wild cock thrusts with her cunt, urging it even deeper into her pussy hole.
As the girl and the dog humped wildly together on the stage, Ellen felt as if her body were suddenly on fire. Her cunt throbbed with sympathetic heat. She had never felt so out of control in her life.
Others in the audience obviously felt the same way. Half-naked bodies flailed together on couches all around her. She could understand why, and for the first time she herself felt as if she were ready to fuck in the open. After sharing the successive scenes of lust on the stage with the rest of the audience, Ellen for the first time felt a bond with them. Strong enough, at least, to overcome her usual sexual caution. God, how could anybody be anything but totally out of control while watching a scene as kinky as the one between the wildly fucking dog and the moaning, whimpering girl?
"Phil!" Ellen gasped. "You've got to fuck me! Right here!"
"You bet your ass, baby ... you bet your sweet ass," Phil replied. He seemed as turned-on as Ellen. He started to push her down onto the cushion, but Ellen resisted. "No," she said. "From behind, like the dog's doing it to the girl. From behind so we can both watch the show!"
Ellen lay half over the low table separating her and Phil from the stage, her ass thrust back toward Phil. She never took her eyes off the madly fucking couple on the stage as she felt Phil raise her dress from behind, baring her ass. She hadn't put her panties back on. The sudden rush of air felt cold against her naked, dripping cunt. Eagerly she spread her legs. A moment later she felt Phil's fingers slip into her cunt, leading the way for his cock. Ellen had no doubt Phil already had an erection. He seemed to be able to get it up at will. After all, that's why she put up with him!
The couple on the stage were fast approaching their climax. The dog's tongue lolled tiredly from his mouth. His hips still drummed forward, driving his huge cock remorselessly into the girl's juicy-looking cunt. The girl was hardly recognizable, a mass of panting, lusting flesh, humping and twitching as she rammed her ass wildly, greedily back against the dog's driving cock. Her tits swung and jounced underneath her slender, writhing body.
"Uuuuummmmmpphhhhh," Ellen grunted as she suddenly felt the broad head of Phil's cock shoving its way up into her cunt from behind. She felt herself being opened up, her pussy lips shoved apart as Phil's huge prick slid up into her pussy hole. Ooooohhhh, but it felt good! So exciting to be fucked while at the same time she watched the girl on the stage being fucked by a dog!
Gripping the table tightly, Ellen ground her ass back against Phil's loins, feeling his cock slip another couple of inches up into her throbbing twat. He was fucking hard, almost as hard as the dog onstage was fucking the girl. Ellen tried to identify with the moaning girl. But Phil's familiar cock felt so different than the humping dog's cock looked. Instead of being long and tapered at the tip, lance-like, it was blunt-ended, with a broad, helmet-shaped head.
Ellen tried to imagine the dog's cock, how it would feel. To her surprise, Phil's cock suddenly felt all wrong. Amazed, Ellen realized she ached for the alien feel of an animal's prick, when Phil's cock had always been enough before.
Well, it was better than nothing. Maybe enough to get her off this time. But she'd have to hurry. The dog and the girl were way ahead of her, both showing signs of cumming soon. "Fuck harder, you bastard!" she snarled to Phil. In response, he nearly knocked her off the table with the force of his next thrust, his cock digging all the way to the far end of her vagina. Yes, she decided, that might do it.
But the dog and the girl were already cumming.
Ellen, in despair, watched the girl's eyes open wide with shock. A moment later she was wailing and writhing twice as hard as before, her ass wriggling crazily back against the dog's loins. Caught by surprise, the dog began to yip and howl. His tongue lolled foolishly from his mouth. The only way Ellen could tell he was cumming was when thick streams of mingled dog and girl cum started running back out the crouching girl's dog-cock stuffed cunt..
"Too late ... too late!" Ellen sobbed, realizing she was still a long way from orgasm. But she still thrust her ass back against Phil's remorselessly chugging cock as she watched the girl tiredly slump forward, obviously exhausted by her obscene ordeal. The dog cock slipped wetly from the girl's cum-drenched cunt, already beginning to shrink up inside the hairy pouch underneath his belly. Ellen thought he was finished, but he abruptly lowered his huge head, shoving his muzzle deep between the panting girl's thighs. To Ellen's delight, he licked her cunt clean, lapping his cum from her still-fluttering pussy lips.
This last obscene gesture was enough to get Ellen off. "A-aa-aaa-aaaahhhhh," she choked out, feeling her cunt spasm in orgasm, feeling Phil's hot sperm suddenly start jetting into her womb. For one crazy moment she tried to imagine how it must feel to have a dog shoot its obscene load up into one's cunt. Then she couldn't think any more.
Moaning and panting, Ellen writhed out the rest of her orgasm, oblivious to the many people staring in admiration at her lovely ass as Phil pumped his hot jism into her spasming vagina.
CHAPTER FOUR
Ellen carefully slit open the envelope and drew out the check. She stared at the numbers. Yes, it was all there. The old bag had sent her every penny this time. It was one hell of a big check.
Sighing with relief, Ellen carefully hid the check way in the back of the top drawer of his desk. Phil was due to come back soon. It wouldn't do for him to see the check, because it had the old woman's name on it. She wanted to make sure Phil never knew from where she got her money. If he ever got a line on the old woman, well ... he could make life miserable for her.
Damned old bat! So fucking miserly with the money, as if it didn't rightfully belong to her! For the hundredth time Ellen cursed her long-dead father, for the caution he'd exercised in not letting her have direct control of her inheritance. All that money! The old man had left her so much! My God, she'd be so damned rich if she could get her hands on the capital!
But her father had insisted in his will that his sister, Aunt Mabel, be the executrix of the estate, and that she manage a yearly fund for Ellen. What the hell right did the old man have to do that, anyway? It should be her money!
But worse, the will stated that Aunt Mabel had to pay her only such sums as she thought fit. Which gave the old girl one hell of a hold over her. Ellen knew both her father and he aunt had been dismayed by her mode of living. After her father's death, Aunt Mabel had warned her that if she didn't turn over a new leaf, there would be barely any money coming her way at all.
How it had burned Ellen up to have to cater to that stern old woman. "Frigid old bitch!" Ellen muttered under her breath. "She's just jealous. Probably hasn't been fucked in forty years."
Fair or not, Ellen knew she had to watch her every step. That's why she chose to live in Los Angeles, while Aunt Mabel remained in San Francisco, in the huge house that had been Ellen's father's. The house that by rights should have been hers. But it was imperative that she hide as much of her life from the old girl as possible. That's why Ellen lived in dread that Phil might find out how to get in touch with Aunt Mabel. My God, if he ever told her the kinds of things he and Ellen did together, Ellen could just imagine the old bat's mouth tightening into that thin line of disapproval that looked like a knife wound, and cutting off the rest of her income forever!
Ellen loved money, loved the things it could do. She looked approvingly around her beautiful apartment, thought of her closets stuffed with expensive clothes. Thought of the frequent trips she took. The money also bought her Phil's big cock, although it was a shame Phil was attached to the other end of that huge organ.
It was going to be different now, Ellen decided. Phil didn't know it, but the Mexican nightclub' show he'd taken her to was going to leave him on the outside looking in. Pretty soon she wouldn't need him any more.
In a way Ellen didn't fully understand, that show had changed her life. She knew it was kinky, but all she wanted now was to experience what that girl on the stage had experienced-to be fucked by a dog.
Then, once she had her canine lover, out the door for old Phil, the sneaky bastard. She wouldn't need him any more. Plenty of dog cock at home, a new, furry lover who could never tell on her. Not that Phil would have been such a threat, if she hadn't let him see her in some of her kinkier moods. Aunt Mabel was still alive enough to realize that it was normal for a young woman to have a boy friend, a lover, even, as long as no one was crude enough to come out and admit it.
No, Phil's threat was that he knew too much about her. He'd brought her too many young boys, when she'd been in the mood for young boys, fucked teen-age girls in front of her while she masturbated. Of course, it was only Phil's word against, hers, but Ellen didn't want to rock the boat. Not where old Moneybags Mabel was concerned. No point in making the paymaster nervous.
The doorbell rang. Ellen's heart leaped. Phil must be back already.
Ellen walked nervously to the door. In another hour of two her life might take a new shape. She might be embroiled in the kinkiest sex she'd ever dared imagine.
She opened the door. Phil stood there, tugging on the leash of a large, long-haired dog.
"I thought I told you to get a German shepherd ... like the one in the nightclub," Ellen said angrily. "What kind of mutt is this, anyhow?"
"I don't know," Phil grumbled. "Part some kind of retriever. It's the biggest one they had at the pound."
"At the pound! Why you cheapskate! Why didn't you go out and buy me a German shepherd like I asked?"
Phil's mouth twisted with anger. "On the kind of allowance you give me I couldn't have afforded a Chihuahua. This mutt was expensive enough. You wouldn't believe what it costs to bail a dog out of the pound. Shots, licenses..."
"Okay ... okay ... at least he looks big enough!" Ellen said despairingly. "But I had my heart set on a German shepherd."
They walked around the big shaggy mutt. It looked hopefully up at her, dog-like, searching for someone to love. You'll have your chance, she thought, shuddering wickedly. "I'll call him Prince," she informed Phil.
"For Prince Charming?" he asked with a braying laugh. "I can't wait 'till I see you making it with this mutt."
Ellen had had enough. "You're gonna have to," she said acidly. "I don't want you around when it happens. Why don't you split back to your place." It was an order, not a request.
Phil flushed angrily. "Too good for me now, huh?" he asked bitterly. "Well ... let me tell you, baby, you're gonna need some help with this mutt.
It ain't so easy to get 'em to fuck women, you know."
"What did you do for a living before I met you ... pimp for dogs?" Ellen said acidly. "When I need your help I'll ask for it. Oh..." she added almost as an afterthought. "I wrote out a check for this month's allowance."
Ellen had to laugh as she saw the greed flare up in Phil's eyes. Her money owned the man, body and soul. "I was going to give you a little cash bonus for helping me find a dog, but since you were too cheap to buy me a shepherd, I'll be damned if I'll give it to you."
Ellen saw with quiet satisfaction that her barbed remark had struck home. She was a firm believer that it always helped to keep a man off balance. Mix a little vinegar in with the honey. Keep them guessing where the stinging left hook was going to come from. Phil's lips tightened angrily. "Any complaints?" Ellen said coolly, holding the check just out of Phil's reach. She could see he'd like to kill her, but he kept his mouth shut and reached for the check. "No complaints," he mumbled.
Without another word, Phil stalked out of the room, no doubt to cash his check. Ellen was left alone with the dog, Prince. She suddenly felt a little nervous.
"Well ... uh ... Prince, old buddy ... how's tricks?" Ellen said lamely.
At the sound of her voice, the dog became very animated. After having been locked in a cage for days, human companionship was sweet to him. His tail began wagging furiously, thumping into the legs of the coffee table. His whole body shook and wriggled with the effort.
"Come on over here by the couch. Let's get acquainted," Ellen said, sitting down. Immediately she got a facefull of dog tongue. Tail still wagging, Prince licked and licked. "Hey! Cut it out!" Ellen spluttered. "That's not where I want you to lick me, you big lug!"
But she was impressed by the size and pleasing hot wetness of Prince's tongue. She shuddered with anticipatory pleasure as she tried to imagine it lashing into her pussy slit.
Don't be such a dumbbell, she said to herself. How can he lick you where it counts when you've got your clothes on?
Standing up was a chore because Prince was in the way, crowding close, eager for affection. "Get off me!" she snapped irritably. Prince shrank back, chastened. Ellen was a little worried for a moment she might have overdone it, but you can't keep a good dog down. Where there's a human foot to be licked, a true canine will always come through. A moment later he was once again standing next to Ellen, looking up at her with his big soulful, hopeful eyes. Please, he seemed to be saying. Love me!
Ellen sat down on the couch, lying back, her legs spread apart a little, baring her snatch. She shivered with excitement as she thought about the dog lapping her pussy. How would she get him to start?
The only way to get close to Ellen now was to go between her legs. As she opened them a little more, Prince crowded in, his body pressing her thighs further apart. Ellen smiled, shuddering with pleasure as she felt the animal's powerful hairy body brushing the tender skin on the in sides of her thighs. This is how it must have felt to the girl on the stage, she realized:
But Prince's shaggy reddish head went right past her cunt. He laid it on her naked lap, staring pathetically up at her face. He wanted to be petted.
"Oh, for God's sake!" Ellen exploded. She tried to push the dog's head down between her legs. But he thought she wanted to play. He began to bark. As she struggled with him, he began to lick again, aiming for her face. But a couple of times, his swiping tongue licked hotly across her tits. Almost immediately her nipples swelled erect. "Ooooohhhh ... that feels good!" Ellen moaned. Those few tantalyzing tit-licks encouraged her to keep trying with the dog. Otherwise, she would have called Phil and told him to take Prince back to the pound. Ellen was almost totally devoid of feelings for anyone or anything but herself. Totally self-centered.
Then she got an idea. Getting up, maneuvering around the happily leaping Prince, she went into the kitchen. She could tell the dog was hungry when she opened the refrigerator. He grew even more excited. Well, she'd make his hunger work for her.
Ellen took out a jar of cheese spread and carried it back into the living room with her. This time she sat cross-legged on the floor. Remembering how good it had felt when the dog accidentally licked her tits, she spread some of the cheese spread over her nipples. "Okay, mutt ... chow-time," she muttered.
Prince went for the cheese spread like a kid goes for ice cream. Naturally, there was only one way he was able to get it off the girl's nipples ... by licking.
"Mmmmmmmm," Ellen sighed happily as the dog's long thick tongue shot out and splayed hotly over her right tit. Her nipple immediately surfaced through the cheese spread like a little pink volcano. Delicious tremors of excitement rippled from her tit down through her belly, heading for her cunt.
As Prince eagerly licked up the cheese spread, he smeared it over more of Ellen's big tit. He went after it, his tongue slithering over the whole throbbing, cheese-smeared globe. Ellen helped, holding both tits up, cupping them from beneath with her hands. She loved her tits. She knew they were particularly nice, big and firm and well-shaped. As good as the tits of any of the women who had performed in the Tijuana nightclub.
Having cleaned off one tit, Prince proceeded to the next. Ellen wriggled with delight as she felt her other nipple swelling and throbbing with pleasure. "Some tongue!" she panted happily. Jesus, but this mutt could lick a tit!
By the time Prince had cleaned off the second tit, Ellen was steamingly hot. Her pussy throbbed and glowed with sexual hunger. Prince stood a couple of feet away, his eyes flickering back and forth between her saliva-wet tits and the bottle of cheese spread. It suddenly occurred to Ellen she was missing a great opportunity. Hey! If he'd lick the stuff from her tits, then maybe he'd lick it from her cunt!
Ellen jumped up from the floor so quickly that she scared Prince. He leaped away backward, watching her nervously, as if he was afraid he'd done something to make her angry. "That's okay, Prince old buddy," Ellen reassured him. "You've been a good dog ... Oh, such a good dog!"
Encouraged, the big shaggy animal followed her across the room as Ellen headed for an easy chair. She flopped down in the chair, leaning well back, her ass perched on the front edge of the seat cushion. Her cunt stared straight at the dog, dripping a little pussy juice, steaming hot, the thick outer lips gaping a little as the horny young woman spread her legs.
Now, the moment of truth. Ellen opened the jar again and scooped up a handful of cheese spread. She began smearing it into her pussy slit and over her hairy lips. "If this dumb mutt doesn't do his trip, then I'm going to be a sticky, cheesy mess," Ellen grumbled.
Then her face softened. "Hey ... feels good!" she murmured thoughtfully. Her fingers working through her slit, slippery with cheese spread, were turning her on. She worked one finger slowly up and down the juicy channel, probing at her soft inner labia, tickling her clit. She even shoved a little cheese spread up her cuntal opening, sliding her finger in and out the tight hole a few times. It began to feel so good she almost forgot why she was doing it. But Prince reminded her, shoving his head in between her thighs, trying to get at the rich smell of the cheese spread.
"It's gonna work," Ellen panted eagerly. She pulled her finger out of her cunt and shoved it against the dog's face, coated with cheese spread and with fragrant pussy juice.
The dog seemed a little confused at first by this new odor. But he started licking, carefully cleaning Ellen's finger. Although she wanted his tongue up inside her pussy slit, having him lick her finger was a turn-on too, because she was able to watched every move his big tongue made, knowing it was probably going to be lapping at her snatch in just another moment. It was so damned long and thick! Funny-colored too, kind of black around the edges. And the way it slithered out over those wicked-looking fangs:
Finally Ellen's finger were licked clean. She slowly drew them away from the dog's muzzle, moving them down between her thighs, toward her waiting cunt. The dog's head followed. Bringing her other hand down, Ellen slowly spread her pussy lips with her fingers, showing the dog her cheese-coated slit. "Okay, big boy ... earn your keep," she hissed. '
Prince's shiny black nose probed up between Ellen's tensed thighs. She shivered as she felt his hot breath snuffling against her crotch, tickling her pussy hair. She stared down as the dog's nose got nearer and nearer. She almost flinched away at the last moment, knowing how cold that wet snuffling nose would be...
"Uuuuunnnnhhhh," Ellen grunted, gritting her teeth as Prince's nose stabbed against her sensitive pussy flesh. Her body jerked with a combination of shock and pleasure. The dog's nose was cold, but its icy feel against her steaming cunt meat was oddly exciting. Yeah, it felt good, but when, for fuck's sake, was the big dumb ox going to start licking?
His sniffing reconnaissance over, satisfied that there was nothing in front of his inquisitive nose but good things to eat, Prince finally lashed out with his tongue. The long thick lingual member shot out between his tooth-studded jaws, splaying hotly over Ellen's cunt.
"Ooooohhhhhhh ... God!" she moaned, writhing with pleasure. It felt even better than she'd expected. Ellen was so overwhelmed that her hands slipped from her pussy lips. They quickly closed, so that the dog's tongue was able to slither eagerly over their outer surfaces as he scooped up gobs of cheese spread.
But even that felt incredibly good to Ellen. Panting and puffing, she sat rigidly on the edge of the chair, her head thrown back, her whole body quivering to the warm wet feel of Prince's tongue slithering over her crotch.
Eventually the whimpering young woman wanted more. She managed to pry her cunt lips open again. Now the dog's tongue was able to slither into her open slit, getting at the crotch-flavored cheese spread trapped inside. Ellen's clit immediately swelled larger than she'd ever seen it before. Leaning forward, she stared down into her cunt-canyon, to where the dog's dark tongue slithered so hotly.
Now her foresight in shoving her pussy hole full of cheese spread began to pay off. Chasing his elusive lunch, Prince wormed his powerful tongue as far up into Ellen's vagina as it would go. "Oh ... Jesus God almighty!" the panting young woman groaned. It was a little like getting fucked by a long, wet, flexible cock.
Time to refuel. Ellen realized the dog had licked her cunt almost totally clean of cheese spread. She'd better smear some on or he'd quit. But she hated to move. Her body was too strung out from the feel of the animal's amazing tongue lapping into her snatch.
She didn't need to. Although her cunt was now whistle-clean, Prince kept on licking. He had found a new taste treat-pure unadulterated pussy juice. He loved its rich musky taste. Eagerly his tongue continued to lap over Ellen's hairy pussy lips. More and more pussy juice gushed from her shuddering cunt. The longer the dog licked, the more she gushed.
Ellen hardly knew what was happening. Her whole body throbbed and quivered. Her cunt was on fire, her clit swollen so huge it felt like it was going to explode. Hardly able to control her movements, Ellen managed to raise her legs, hooking her knees over the arms of the chair. She was now obscenely spread, her knees far apart, her whole cunt gaping nakedly before the dog's slavering mouth.
"Ooooohhhh ... you fucking mutt ... gonna get it off if you keep licking my snatch that way," Ellen panted shakily. It was all she'd expected and more. This big shaggy mongrel had an unbelievable tongue, the best that had ever lapped her slit, much better than any man's. How could a man's compare? Prince's was so much longer, thicker, so much more mobile. God, he could shove it into places a man's tongue would never reach!
Ellen began playing with her big tits, rolling her swollen nipples between thumb and forefinger. Prince was taking care of her cunt very nicely all by himself. From ass-hole to clit. His long tongue now slithering the whole distance in slow bold swipes.
"Oooohhhhh ... ooohhhhh ... oooohhhhh ... gonna cum ... gonna cum!" Ellen moaned. Enormous pressure was building up inside her twat. Her clit felt electric. Just a few more licks and it would pour energy into her cunt, touching off her orgasm.
"Keep licking ... keep licking!" she panted. Desperately she leaned forward, grabbing the dog by the ears, shoving his muzzle more tightly against her throbbing cunt. Prince tried to pull away for a few seconds, but then decided to go back to his feasting. His tongue dug deeper and deeper, slicing through Ellen's soft inner cunt flesh like a hot knife through butter. She felt herself going ... going. . .
"AAAAAIIIIIYYYYYYY," she finally shrieked, her body spasming wildly. Her hands fell limply from the dog's ears. Her fingers dug frantically into the arms of the chair. Her legs shot straight out, rigid and quivering.
Ellen's wild reactions as she started to cum frightened Prince. He almost backed away, but the sudden rush of fresh, rich-tasting pussy juice gushing from her climaxing cunt drew him back. Eagerly he licked ... and licked ... and licked. Until Ellen couldn't stand any more. Her pussy, wildly sensitive, felt like it was in tatters. With an effort she tried to pry the dog's head away from her crotch, but he was too interested in lapping up more of her juicy crotch oil. Finally, Ellen had to roll out of the chair, covering her cunt with both hands. "Enough, you pussy hound," she snapped. "For God's sake leave me alone!"
In the end, the only way Ellen got the dog to quit nosing toward her cunt was to pull some meat out of the refrigerator and feed him. She herself went tottering off toward the shower while he ate, a thoroughly satisfied young woman.
CHAPTER FIVE
It wasn't until nearly an hour later that renewed pangs of horniness began to bother Ellen. After all, she hadn't gotten Prince to fuck her yet. That was going to be the real test.
Ellen, wearing a bathrobe, went into the living room. Prince was comfortably curled up in a corner, digesting his lunch. He looked up eagerly when Ellen entered the room. He was obviously quite happy with his new home.
Thoughtfully, Ellen shrugged out of her robe. The dog looked at her naked body, her ears pricking up a little. Already he was beginning to equate nude female flesh with interesting tastes. Ellen was encouraged by the dog's obvious interest.
"Now, how do we do this?" she muttered to herself. She remembered the girl on the stage, how she had crouched on all fours, just like a bitch in heat. That big German shepherd had had no difficulty in telling what she wanted.
Ellen knelt down. "Okay, Prince ... let's see you make it with me," she said, her voice somewhat shaky as she realized what she was about to do.
Prince ambled over, his tail whipping from side to side. He nuzzled at Ellen's neck and face, brushed against her side. "No, stupid!" she snapped. "My cunt! Hop up and fuck me!"
But the dog was only confused by her sharp tone. He redoubled his efforts to please, slavishly licking at Ellen's face. Finally, in half-desperation, half-disgust, she realized she was going to have to demonstrate. After all, she couldn't expect the dog to understand English.
Reaching back between her legs, Ellen pried apart her pussy lips. "Right there, stupid."
It worked. Not because Prince understood what Ellen wanted, but because when she pried her pussy lips open, the hot odor of her gushing pussy juice was released. Prince's ears pricked up. Nose twitching, he trotted around behind the kneeling woman. He found her present position a little confusing, but found her cunt nevertheless, its plump lips pooching back between her sleek thighs.
Once again Ellen experienced the icy-cold touch of the dog's nose against her tender genitals. But she knew what followed now, and was prepared when the animal's thick tongue shot up between her thighs and lapped hotly over her shuddering pussy lips.
"Oooooohhhhhh ... " she moaned happily. What incredible foreplay! A few minutes of cunt licking of this quality and she would be ready to take an elephant's cock up inside her hungry cunt!
The trouble was, it wasn't foreplay. It was the whole show! Prince licked on and on, until Ellen was certain she was going to cum again. Only she didn't want to cum this way. She wanted to cum with the dog's big cock up inside her twitching pussy hole. She wanted to be fucked, she wanted to have her snatch reamed by a dog!
Wondering if the dog had an erection yet, Ellen craned her neck around. Nothing. Underneath his belly was nothing but that frustratingly promising sheath that housed the animal's big cock. If it was big. She had yet to see it.
Finally giving up, Ellen rolled over and hugged her knees to her chest, horribly turned-on, horribly horny, and just beginning to realize she might have to stay that way, as far as Prince was concerned.
She stared disconsolately at the dog's flaccid cock-sheath. Hey. she said to herself softly. Maybe I'm going about this the wrong way!
The dog on the stage had already had an erection before it mounted the girl. Had he got it merely from licking her? Or had one of its handlers helped it along a little? During the act, Ellen had been too fascinated watching the dog's tongue slither into the girl's cunt to notice if anyone had touched the animal.
She'd give it a try. "C'mere, Prince old boy," she said reassuringly, drawing the animal close by its collar. Prince tried his face-licking trick again, much to Ellen's annoyance. But she didn't complain. She didn't want to do anything to upset him.
Reaching underneath his body, she started softly stroking his belly. Prince liked it. One of his rear legs started twitching rhythmically. For the moment he stopped licking.
Then Ellen went directly to work on his cock, rubbing it through the heavy furry covering. She couldn't feel anything interesting inside, just softness. '
But the dog seemed pleased by what she was doing. He had a silly, somewhat far-away look on his handsome canine face. For the first time Ellen thought she might find it possible to like the big animal.
There! His cock was starting to get hard! She could feel it stiffening inside its protective covering!
Ellen began rubbing harder. She felt a stirring under her stroking fingers. Then, at the tip, she saw a flash of scarlet as the needle-pointed tip of the dog's cock made its first appearance.
Hardly daring to breathe, Ellen stroked on. Suddenly, almost in one smooth rush, the rest of the dog's cock slid into view. My God it was big! Inch after inch of bright red dog cock, glistening wetly in the light. Taper-tipped, long and thick.
Gingerly Ellen stroked the naked prick. So fucking hard! The hardest prick she'd ever felt! Almost as if the central core were made of steel!
The outer skin was soft, though. Soft and satiny and slippery. Ellen lovingly ran her fingers up and down the full length of the immense shaft. Prince shivered, whining a little. Ellen looked up quickly, to make sure she wasn't going too fast. Her eyes met the dog's eyes which were suddenly a little frightening, hot and wild.
Ellen remembered the woman on the stage, how huge the dog's cock had looked when the animal had gotten ready to shove its formidable length up her twat. She also remembered with what remorseless energy the German shepherd had pounded his huge tool up into the kneeling girl's body. She began to wonder if she could take a full-out assault from Prince's big cock.
"Don't chicken out now, honey," she murmured to herself. She also remembered the wild way the girl on the stage had reacted to the dog's cock, how it had appeared it was the wildest fuck the girl had ever had! That was one of the reasons Ellen was now jerking off a dumb mutt-for a chance at a fuck just as wild. And for something more ... for the sheer thrill of doing something normally forbidden. Something so kinky the mere thought of it turned her bones to water.
"Looks hard enough to me," Ellen finally grunted, letting go of the dog's cock. Her mind was made up. She was going to let Prince fuck her.
All that remained were the simple physical details. Ellen got down on all fours again. "Okay, for Christ's sake! Hop up and fuck me before your cock gets soft again!"
Now Prince looked confused. He had definitely liked what Ellen was doing to his cock. Unknown to Ellen, Prince had never fucked anyone, human or canine. He was big, but very young, just beginning to feel his hormones. Now, with no experience behind him, he stared dumbly at the crouching, obviously very excited woman. Prince felt he was somehow doing something wrong, or not doing something right. He walked nervously close to the crouching woman's head and tried licking her face. In his somewhat dim mind, that would somehow make it all right.
"Oh, for God's sake ... NO!" Ellen shouted. Instantly Prince shrank back. Worse, his erection, so carefully stroked into formidable proportions by Ellen's nimble fingers, quickly shrank back up into his belly.
"Oh, shit," Ellen muttered tiredly. Now she'd have to start all over again. She was now determined she was going to get the dog to fuck her.
She started pumping on the animal's cock again, much to Prince's delight. He stood still, his tongue lolling from his mouth. Ellen realized he was panting a little harder this time. Maybe she just hadn't worked on him long enough before.
The animal's scarlet prick grew harder and harder, bigger and bigger. Then, to her delight, the dog's hips began to move. He hunched forward rhythmically, as if he were fucking into a cunt instead of into her fist. "Keep it up ... keep it up!" she excitedly hissed to Prince. She kept on stroking. Maybe if she gave him the idea...
Unfortunately, Ellen hadn't been paying enough attention to the dog's cock. As she stared at his pumping hips, the thick hot shaft began to feel funny in her hand. She glanced down. To her surprise she saw that the tip was no longer tapered to a point. It was quickly swelling, bloating like a small doorknob.
Ellen, puzzled, kept pumping. It was only at the last minute that she remembered something she had once read. That a dog's cocktip swells up just before it is about to cum, so the plunging organ won't slip out of the female's cunt before it's had a chance to pump its full load of puppy juice up into the female's womb.
"Oh-oh," Ellen said worriedly. She started to take her hand from the dog's cock but it was already too late. She saw the balls draw up toward the animal's body. The huge cock began to jerk and twitch in her hand. "Oooohhhhh ... nnnnnnoooooo," Ellen groaned as the first spurt of animal semen jetted out the obscenely swollen tip and sprayed onto the rug.
Sprayed, that was the word. The dog's semen seemed to spray out in a continuous stream, splattering on the rug, some of it hissing hotly against Ellen's naked thighs as the big dog twisted and writhed. He was howling and yipping, his loins hunching completely out of control.
"Oooohhhhh ... damn, damn, damn!" Ellen half-sobbed as she watched the dog semen she had hoped would gush up into her ready cunt, instead being wasted, ruining her rug.
She was still turned on enough to keep pumping on Prince's immensely swollen cock while he came, thrilling to the feel of the spouting semen rushing the length of the animal's shuddering prick. God, what would K feel like to have such a cock exploding up inside her sensitive snatch? She was beginning to wonder if she'd ever find out.
When Prince had finished cumming, when Ins cock had shrunk back up inside his belly and the dog lay down and smugly started licking himself clean, Ellen decided she needed a drink. With the dog's semen still drying on her leg, she went into the kitchen and got out a bottle of bourbon. The first shot she took straight, choking and shuddering as the fiery liquid burned its way down her throat.
It helped. Almost immediately her strung-out nerves quieted, even if her pussy continued to burn and seethe with desire. The next drink, she took with mix, sipping it slowly, trying to figure out a way to get Prince to fuck her. Really fuck her. Stick his big red cock up her cunt. If she hadn't seen the dog in the stage show do it, she might have decided it wasn't possible. But the memory of how excitingly obscene it had looked to see the animal ramming his cock up that writhing girl's cunt, his hairy balls slapping into her slit, was enough to keep Ellen plotting.
She went back into the living room to look at Prince. He was back in his corner, head on paws, either asleep or faking it. "Okay ... up, mutt!" Ellen ordered. The dog leaped to its feet, almost guiltily, not because it had done anything, but because the tone of Ellen's voice made it suspect it might have.
Starting from scratch, Ellen jacked the dog off again. But this time she watched its cock carefully. At the very first sign of a swelling cock tip, she jerked her hand quickly away. The dog's loins were already humping wildly, in perfect fucking motions.
Dropping quickly to her hands and knees, thrusting her ass back toward the excited animal, Ellen opened her thighs wide. "Now ... now, you dumb shit! For Christ's sake, fuck me!"
For a moment, Ellen thought she had finally succeeded. Prince did mount her, but from the wrong direction. He hoped up and began fucking the outside of one thigh. "No ... no!" she wailed. "You haven't found the hole! Move around in back, you fucking klutz!"
Struggling desperately, Ellen tried to reach back and push the humping animal back over her ass. But he was hanging on too strongly to her hips. In another moment Ellen felt the dog's cum gushing out over her leg. The sonovubitch had shot off on her!
Shaking with frustration and rage, Ellen got to her feet. She was tempted to give up, to call it a total loss. But she had gotten the mutt to at least try. He was capable of it, she knew that now. Only ... only she just couldn't handle his fumbling by herself. After several long minutes of agonized reflection, she decided to do something she'd promised herself she wouldn't do.
Going to the phone, Ellen dialed and waited. She hoped he'd had time to get home. On the fifth ring, Phil answered. "Hello ... Phil?" Ellen said tiredly. "I want you to come over right away. I need some help."
She hung up without even waiting for an answer, then headed toward , the bathroom to wash the congealing dog cum from her thigh.
* * *
"You say he got it up alright."
Phil knelt on the floor next to Ellen, who was still naked. Prince stood nervously nearby, wondering what was in store for him next. "Twice," Ellen replied. "Once right after the other. Men should get it up so easy."
"So ... what's the matter?"
"He can't find the fucking hole by himself! That's why I sent for you ... to hand-feed him in."
Phil's face wrinkled in disgust. "You want me to put a dog's slimy prick into your cunt?"
"You bet your ass, baby. Now, let's get going. I want to fuck!"
Ellen was thoughtful enough to jack Prince off until his cock was hard again, instead of succumbing to temptation and making Phil do it. The dog's prick quickly erected. Ellen was impressed. If he could get it up this often, he would make one hell of a fine lover!
With the dog whining and panting eagerly, Ellen quickly got down on all fours. "Now help him up on my back," she panted to Phil. "Ooooohhhhhh ... it's going to feel so good when he shoves his big cock up my cunt!"
But it wasn't that easy. Phil did manage to coax the big animal to mouth Ellen's lush, back-thrust ass. His cock was lined up right to slip up between her thighs and into her cunt. But the trouble was, he was ready to fuck anything that came near-Ellen's buttocks, or the backs of her thighs, or Phil's hand, when he tried guiding the dog's cock forward. "For God's sake ... don't get clumsy and make him cum!" Ellen warned. Her voice was shaky with passion. This close to finally being fucked by the dog, her whole body trembled with lascivious eagerness.
Phil guided the animal's cock up between Ellen's thighs. But Prince couldn't seem to get the idea of thrusting upward, into her cuntal opening. His prick slid harmlessly by underneath.
After a few minutes with his cock meeting nothing, Prince began to lose interest. "His cock's getting soft," Phil said, matter-of-factly.
"Oh, damn ... shit ... piss," Ellen moaned. "Well ... pump it up again!"
Phil took hold of the dog's cock gingerly at first. But he slowly began to get excited by what he was doing-helping a brute animal fuck a naked, panting woman. When it was hard again, he guided the dog's swollen prick forward, a little higher this time, hoping the tip would catch somewhere in
Ellen's gaping pussy slit. Jesus, but this horny broad was ready! He could actually see her vaginal opening spasming convulsively. What a weird broad! If it weren't for her money...
Unfortunately, the tip of Prince's forward-humping cock caught at the wrong place-at the opening to Ellen's puckered ass-hole. The tip actually worked in a little way, past the rubbery sphincter muscles, stretching the girl's ass-hole cruelly.
"Oh God! Get him away! He's going to split me in two!" Ellen shrieked. She twisted to the side. With Phil pulling on the dog's powerful body, they were barely able to save her from getting it in the ass. "That big prick of his'd split me in two!" Ellen said shakily.
But Prince's cock was soft again. Once more Phil had to get it hard. This time he thought he could make it. The opening to Ellen's pussy gaped straight ahead of the advancing organ. All he had to do was guide it right inside, and then...
Suddenly he began to think. What the hell was he doing? If this mutt ever learned to fuck Ellen, he might be out on his ear! All that lovely money would just disappear. He would have put up with this arrogant bitch's temper tantrums for nothing. Unless...
An idea flashed in Phil's agile brain. Damn! He had to make sure this mutt never got it in! Just as Prince's cock was about to slip up into
Ellen's waiting cunt, Phil reached underneath the animal's body and rubbed hard, just where the hidden base of his cock joined his balls. Prince yipped once, then started cumming. "Ooooo-hhhhhh ... not again!" Ellen wailed as she felt the animal's steaming semen spray over her pussy lips. She tried to ram her ass back, to catch the spouting organ up inside her snatch, but Prince was humping too wildly, his cock jumping every which way but straight ahead.
Ellen let herself slump to the floor. "Shit ... shit ... SHIT!" she screamed. Phil, recognizing the symptoms, knew he'd have to de-fuse Ellen before she started a full-fledged tantrum. Once started, there'd be no reasoning with her.
"We're going about this all wrong," he said calmly, but with an edge of urgency in his voice. "You don't just take a dog and get him to fuck. It takes time and training."
"Oh, and I suppose that was one of the many exciting jobs you had before we met ... teaching dogs to fuck," Ellen said acidly.
"Hell no ... or we might stand a chance. The trouble is, neither of us knows what we're doing. I understand it took months to train that big shepherd down in Mexico to get it on with women."
"Months!" Ellen shrieked. "Do you think I'm going to wait months for this mutt to prong my cunt? I'll sell him for cat food first!"
"Now take it easy," Phil said, sweat beading his forehead. This was the crucial part. "If you just listen to me, I'll see you get fucked by a dog before the week's out."
"Oh yeah..." Ellen started to say snidely. Then she saw that Phil seemed sincere. "How are you going to do that?" she asked suspiciously.
"Did you like that big German shepherd in Tijuana?" Phil asked. "How would you like to feel his big red prick pounding up your twat?"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I mean, I know the guy who owns that club ... Juan Salazar. I bet I can talk him into getting the dog to fuck you ... and maybe supplying you with a mutt that's been trained. For a fee, of course."
"Of which you'll get a healthy cut, no doubt," Ellen said scathingly. "I told you, you'd make a good pimp," But Phil saw she was interested. Oh, he had the bitch hooked now! If everything went right, he'd never have to put up with her shit again!
"Okay," Ellen snapped. "You can take me to your friend who owns that smutty night club. But let me warn you, Phil ... if you're jiving me..."
"No ... no ... it's the truth!" Phil said, smiling. He saw that Ellen believed him. Now, if she was just horny enough for dog cock not to think too much....
"One more thing," Ellen said. "I'm so fucking hot right now I've got to have cock! Any cock!
Even yours! Time to earn your keep, Phil. I wanna get fucked! Right now!"
Phil grinned, glad to be back on familiar ground. This kind of crisis he could handle. Horny women were his specialty. He knew a really good, dynamic fuck would be just the thing to put Ellen's mind at ease.
Without even unfastening his belt, he unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. It began to quickly grow as he milked at it with the fingers of one hand. "You asked for it, baby ... you're gonna get it," Phil hissed.
One of the strange things about Ellen ... rough as she was on Phil, on all men, once faced with a hard cock, she became easy to handle, all female, ready to fall and be taken. She licked her lips as she stared at Phil's swollen rod. "Where are we going to do it?" she asked meekly.
"Right here," Phil replied. Without warning he picked Ellen up in his arms. "Oh!" she yelped. His strength always surprised her. Without another word, Phil lay her flat on the dining room table, then crowded in between her open thighs. "Oh God ... shove it in me!" Ellen moaned, staring down at the huge, blunt-headed prick heading straight for her crotch.
"All in good time," Phil murmured. God, he was going to love this, fucking the hell out of this bitchy broad. He'd make her howl!
But first he rubbed the swollen head of his cock slowly up and down Ellen's pussy slit. With a cock as big as his, he liked to get it as wet as possible before shoving it up Ellen's cunt. She was tight as hell, oddly tight for a broad who fucked as much as she did.
Her cunt was still wet with the dog's cum, the semen that had sprayed over her pussy lips when he'd made the animal shoot prematurely. That had been a real inspiration. He chuckled silently to himself, a stroke of genius. Now, he was the one in the driver's seat, with Ellen begging for his cock, as usual. He knew she'd been trying to get rid of him, replace him with the dog. He sensed it. Well, when he finished with her, she'd be rid of him all right, and rid of a hell of a lot of her money too.
"Shove it in ... shove it in!" Ellen panted.
"All right, baby," Phil leered. He placed the head of his cock against Ellen's cuntal opening. Grunting with the effort, he started grinding the bloated tip up inside the tight hole. He stared down, watching Ellen's pussy lips push out sideways to make room for his big probe. Pussy juices gushed. Some of her pubic hair got dragged in with his remorselessly advancing prick.
Ellen jerked her hips upward greedily. "More ... more!" she squealed. "I want it all!"
"Okay," Phil grunted. He slammed his hips forward, burying his cock to the hilt up inside Ellen's squirming cunt. "Uuuummmppphhh!" The air was driven from her lungs, begging for more and more of Phil's cock. "Hey ... I think you could fuck a dog," Phil chuckled.
"Shut up and screw me!" Ellen panted. Still grinding, Phil set to work, rocking his hips back and forth, sending his rock-hard cock slithering in and out of Ellen's tight cunt. The shaft of his big organ glistened with her gushing pussy juices. He rammed as far up inside her as he could, feeling his cock tip bounce off her cervix.
Ellen fucked back wildly, her sweaty back sucking and slurping against the polished table top. Dribbles of pussy juice ran down onto its mirror-like surface. In a flash of triumph, she remembered that the table had been an unwanted gift from Aunt Mabel. If the old bat could only see her now!
Phil had been holding Ellen's legs under his arms as he fucked into her cunt. He was standing, able to drive all the way from his toes each time he drove his prick up into her soft, warm, slippery snatch.
Now he folded the moaning girl's legs, pressing her knees down against her tits, flattening the big orbs. The whole plane of her crotch was wide open now to his driving cock. With new energy Phil drove the huge organ deeper and deeper into the squirming girl's juicy depths. God damned good-looking woman! he thought as he stared down at Ellen. Nice tits, nice ass and belly, and could she fuck! She was so damned hard and cold most of the time it was hard to remember she was only twenty-five. But she looked it now, with her face softened by passion, her brown eyes big and hot, her full red lips parted, her tongue licking at their heated surfaces.
Phil sensed his cock swelling larger and larger. He knew he was going to cum. But so was Ellen. He recognized the tell-tale signs, the quick little jerks of her stomach muscles, the glassy look in her eyes.
She came. "Aaaaaiiiiyyyyy!" Ellen cried out, her body spasming. Her ass lifted up off the table top. At the same time, her cunt began working powerfully, squeezing and milking Phil's cock.
He couldn't hold back any longer. "AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!" he bellowed, driving his cock up to the hilt of Ellen's spasming cunt as he filled her with his semen. He felt his balls shuddering, his cock trembling, as rush after rush of the scalding liquid shot out the tip of his prick, sucked up by Ellen's voracious pussy. Some leaked out, to smear over the table top, making Ellen's ass slip and slide.
With a tired grunt, Phil finally pulled his depleted cock from Ellen's cunt. She almost smiled, but catching herself, glared up at him. "A pretty good fuck," she said, "but you better not be kidding about the scene in Mexico!"
"Don't you worry. Just pack enough stuff to stay down there a few days and I promise you'll get everything you want ... and more."
Phil suddenly looked worried. "Hey! What are you going to do about Prince?"
Ellen looked unconcerned. "Oh, send him back to the pound, I guess. He..."
Suddenly she started to laugh. "No, I've got a better idea! I'll send him to my. . . " Ellen suddenly caught herself. "I'll send him to some old bat I know. Wait'll the first time he tries to lick her cunt!"
CHAPTER SIX
Ellen was nervous during the drive south to Tijuana. Neither she nor Phil said much, lost in their private dreams and hopes, each carefully hiding their ultimate intentions from the other.
It was freeway all the way, with the four-lane highway ending right at the border. A short stop at the U.S. booth where a sharp-eyed cop stared beadily at them to make certain they weren't escaping criminals, seeking anonymity in old Mexico. Ellen grew more and more nervous as Phil threaded through the maddening traffic of downtown Tijuana, dodging kamikaze taxi drivers and mad blue busses.
Finally they were out of town, in the arid, bleak countryside. A big gate, and past that a long drive, and they were on their way to the club. Phil parked in front of the big old house, under a tree. He honked the horn and a man came out to get their bags. Another man, a man Ellen recognized as the M.C, came out a moment later. Bowing, he kissed Ellen's hand. "Ellen ... this is Juan Salazar, who will be our host for the next few days."
"Charmed, senorita," Salazar said with hardly a trace of accent. Ellen met his eyes. They were black as obsidian, staring into hers without flinching. Salazar's gaze had an oddly unsettling effect on her. She felt like a bird with a crippled wing meeting a snake.
"Luis ... show them to their rooms!" Juan snapped to the man with the bags. For the first time Ellen really looked at the man. The flat face of an Indian, expressionless, contained. Automatically she noticed he had a good body, small but wiry and muscular.
She found her room very nice, cool and airy with whitewashed walls, old tiles on the floor and a big, iron-grilled window overlooking a walled garden. She grasped the iron grill-work over the window. Strong. Nobody could get in. Of course, she couldn't get out, either. But that's what doors were for.
After Ellen had cleaned up and rested a little, there was a knock on her door. Opening it, she saw Luis, the Indian, standing outside. "Senorita ... it is time for dinner," he said flatly. His words were heavily accented. "Down this hall in ten minutes," he added, then walked stolidly away.
Ellen dressed carefully, trying to look good but not over-dressed. As she came out of her room, she met Phil, who was wearing his best sport jacket, no tie, but a beautiful shirt she had bought him. Unfortunately, his manner belied his fine clothes. "Boy, are you gonna love this," he chortled. "Juan really puts on some spread." Greed radiated from Phil's every pore. Ellen felt a sudden revulsion toward him.
The dining room was large, with a wood-beamed ceiling. A huge wooden table ran down the center, with heavy wooden arm chairs along the sides. Juan stood behind a chair at the head of the table, Luis a couple of yards behind him. "Take the two side chairs," Juan said with a graceful wave of one elegant hand. He was dressed beautifully in black, with a dazzling white shirt and discreet flashes of silver at wrists and waist and throat.
As she sat down, Ellen noticed there were places for four. She looked inquisitively at Juan. She doubted he was going to invite Luis to eat with them. He was too obviously a servant.
Juan interpreted her look. "We are waiting for someone," he explained with a smile. "Maria."
Almost before he'd finished speaking, a lovely young girl came into the room. She was slightly built, but with large breasts straining at her white blouse, dark-haired with large innocent-looking dark eyes. Ellen felt she knew the girl from somewhere. She was straining her memory as Juan introduced the girl, "Maria Sanchez from the Club
Of course! Now she remembered! Maria was the girl who had fucked the dog onstage!
Ellen stared at the girl as she sat down, demure, dwarfed by the huge dark wooden chair. Ellen had seen her dwarfed once before-by the huge dark hairy body of the German shepherd, humping into her cunt from behind. She could hardly believe she was now sitting only a few feet away from that lucky girl. Ellen tried not to stare. How innocent she looked in her quiet clothing, nothing like the panting, moaning wanton crouched on the stage in front of that rutting dog.
She tried to discover the relationship, if any, between Maria and Juan. They were very easy with one another, Maria calling him "Juan", he smiling at her benevolently. Almost like father and daughter.
Once again Juan seemed to read her thoughts.
"Maria is my niece," he said. "From a poor village in the mountains. When her mother said she needed a job, I sent for her."
Some job! Ellen wondered if the mother knew just what it entailed. Still ... if someone is poor enough. . .
Something told Ellen that Juan had once been very poor too. His cold black eyes showed a steely ruthlessness that could easily have propelled an impoverished man to the top in a wide-open society like Mexico's. He had obviously made his by pandering to the vices of the North Americans, of which she was one. Well, she was ready to have her own vices pandered to. She had ordered Phil to present Juan with a sizable check. Now, she began to wonder when he was going to introduce her to the dog.
Dinner was excellent, surprisingly well-served by Luis and by a dark stocky woman who came in from time to time with steaming dishes. Ellen was pleased. Aunt Mabel had always told her to do things with style, and now she was. With luck, later on maybe she'd be fucking a dog with style.
When dinner was over, Juan suggested they all go into the salon, a big, plush room with a soft carpet on the tiled floor, indirectly lit but bright enough. Bookcases lined the walls. There were plenty of comfortable chairs.
Luis brought in a squat bottle containing a pale green liquid. "Absinthe," Juan explained. Luis poured a glass for each of them, then added water. The pale green liquid immediately turned a cloudy white.
"Isn't absinthe dangerous?" Ellen asked nervously as her glass was handed to her. She'd heard stories.
"Only if drunk in excess, which I assure you, we won't do," Juan replied smoothly. He took a sip. "Delicious," he said. "Try some, senorita."
Gingerly, Ellen took a sip of the milky liquid. It was delicious, cool and refreshing. She took a second sip. Mmmmmmmmnnnnn ... it made her feel good, both relaxed and full of strength. Just what she needed after a long nervous day.
The absinthe went very quickly to Ellen's head, but in such a subtle, insidious way she didn't notice how much it was changing her outlook, her feelings. She began to stare intently at Maria, remembering the girl as she had been on the stage, big breasts swollen with passion, cunt stuffed with dog cock. The girl stared back at her.
Juan broke into Ellen's reverie. "I think it's about time you met Macho, senorita," he said quietly.
"Macho?"
"The dog, senorita. The big German shepherd. Maria's stage lover."
Ellen was suddenly very excited, but the excitement was oddly muted by the absinthe. She felt she could now do anything. She watched as
Luis opened a side door. There he was! The huge animal stepped proudly into the room, massive, black-coated, alert.
"His name is Macho, Senorita Ellen. It means in Spanish ... oh, it is hard to translate ... Manliness, maleness. Don't you think he qualifies for such a name?"
"Oh, definitely," Ellen murmured. She wondered if she was going to get to fuck the dog now ... right away. But there were so many people around. Could she do it in front of all of them? Maybe, with the help of the absinthe. She took another sip.
"Let us not, how do you say ... beat around the bush. You came here to have sexual relations with this handsome animal, did you not? Perhaps we should get right down to business."
My God, here it was! She was expected to do it now! Ellen gulped at her drink again, but found there was a reprieve, a reprieve part of her wanted and another part didn't. Sure, she was uptight about fucking the dog in front of everyone. But at the same time, her pussy ached with need. She'd seen this brute in action, knew he could do it, could fuck a woman. And she was to be that woman. Eventually.
Because Juan was now explaining. "It takes a little getting used to, the sexual relations with such a big dog, Senorita. For both the woman and the dog." God, Ellen thought, they could have been talking about playing tennis for all the emotion in Juan's quiet voice!
"Perhaps ... if you don't mind ... a little demonstration." He nodded to Maria, and now Ellen knew why the girl was here. She was going to demonstrate how to fuck Macho!
Maria silently began taking off her clothes. Ellen couldn't help admiring the other woman's lovely body. Nor could Phil. Ellen saw his eyes lock onto the other woman's body, drinking in her solid tits, the dark shading of her pubic hair, the suppleness of her legs.
When Maria was completely naked, she began to talk directly to Ellen, like one woman telling another how to run a sewing machine. "Sometimes the dog gets nervous. You have to make him feel secure, appreciated."
Kneeling down facing the dog, Maria began talking to him softly in Spanish, caressing his big head, scratching his ears. Slowly her movements and words began to contain undertones of sensuality. To Ellen's amazement, the dog seemed to pick this up. He obviously became more and more excited.
"You have to remind him about what he is to do," Maria said. Taking the dog's huge head firmly between her hands, she guided his muzzle to her naked tits. "Lick Maria, Macho," the Mexican girl crooned. "Make her tits feel good!"
Ellen's breath sucked in as she watched the animal's tongue snake out to splay wetly over Maria's solid young tits. She heard Maria's breath suck in slightly. As cool as the girl was trying to be, she couldn't hide the fact that the dog's hot tongue on her nipples felt good!
Ellen herself began to grow hot as she watched the kneeling girl egg the big dog on. The absinthe had loosened her inhibitions. She felt immensely sensual.
"Now, this next thing," Maria said, "I do before every stage show, so he's hungry for my pussy already when he comes out on stage."
Reaching down between her thighs, Maria shoved her fingers up into her pussy slit. Ellen noticed the girl's cunt was already dripping wet, evidence of how much the dog's tit-licking had turned her on.
With her fingers coated with warm, fragrant, slippery cunt-juice, Maria held them in front of the dog's nose. His reaction was immediate. He sniffed the girl's fingers excitedly, then began licking them clean.
Maria sat down on the carpet, spreading her legs apart. They widened out from her dark-furred crotch in a long vee. Ellen could clearly see the pink gleam of the girl's pussy slit. "Now ... watch him lick my cunt!" the Mexican girl said, a slight edge in her voice that Ellen chose to take for excitement. She certainly would be excited if Macho were about to lick her snatch!
The dog eagerly lowered its big head between the girl's widespread thighs. His nose snuffled once or twice at Maria's naked cunt, making the girl shiver visibly. Then his tongue shot out again, this time slithering up into the young woman's slit, past her slightly parted cunt lips.
Ellen felt a sympathetic throbbing in her own cunt as Maria stiffened under the dog's lingual assault on her cunt. The Mexican girl bit down lightly on her lower lip. Her dark eyes grew a little darker. Ellen noticed the girl was hardly breathing, perhaps holding her breath to stifle a moan of pleasure.
Macho began licking in earnest, his tongue lapping noisily into Maria's cunt. The girl's belly began to shudder a little. The muscles in her legs visibly tightened, but she refused to make a sound.
Then Ellen saw it! Underneath Macho's belly the first tell-tale flash of pink! He was getting an erection! Maria saw it at about the same time. "Good," she said somewhat shakily. "He is ready."
Ellen wondered why she was saying that. Ready? The dog's prick was barely out of its sheath, the tapered tip only. Not much to fuck with.
"At least, he is ready for the show," Maria explained. "We don't want him coming on stage with his prick completely hard. It spoils the air of suspense. When he is in the stage he's in now, we stop. Later, after he licks me some more, I let him get completely hard. I'll show you."
Maria gently pried the dog's head from between her satin-smooth thighs. The dog quit licking unwillingly, his tongue still straining toward the girl's saliva-wet cunt. "Now ... for the important part," Maria said, quickly rolling over onto all fours. "For the fucking!"
Ellen hardly dared breathe. She looked dazedly around the room. Luis was mixing her another drink of absinthe. Juan had pulled a small, wrinkled, obviously home-rolled cigarette from a small silver case. Phil was staring avidly at the crouching Maria, a bulge slowly growing in the front of his pants.
Ellen nervously took her fresh drink from Luis. Maria's voice jarred her when the girl spoke again. "He will lick a little more. Almost as if he's trying to make certain it's the same cunt he tasted in the other position. Then he will fuck me."
"Then he will fuck me!" The bizarre words burned themselves into Ellen's brain. This innocent looking young girl was talking about having an animal shove its bloated cock up her tender cunt in the same manner she might talk about the weather. Ellen's mind reeled, partly because of the absinthe, partly because of what she was watching. She took another pull at her drink. It steadied her a little, but she thought it tasted somehow different, slightly bitter. Perhaps Luis hadn't put in enough water.
Ellen watched the big dog's head ram up between Maria's thighs, under her taut, curved buttocks. His nose checked out her cunt, then his tongue shot out again, splaying over the plump, hair-fringed buns peeping back between the kneeling girl's soft thighs.
"Aaaaahhhh Maria wasn't able to stifle a small sigh this time, a soft little exclamation that was as sexy a sound as Ellen had ever heard. She stared at the dog. The inch of scarlet showing under his belly grew another inch. Then another. In a moment, nearly three-quarters of a foot of bright red dog cock danced and swayed beneath his lean belly. He was ready to fuck!
Maria, turning her head to look, came to the same conclusion. "Now!" she called. "Up, Macho! Fuck me!"
Eagerly the big dog reared up, his forelegs clamping around Maria's slender waist as he effortlessly mounted her lush buttocks. His rear legs shuffled in close, his cock dancing nearer and nearer the obscenely crouched girl's waiting cunt.
"The first time with Macho, if he doesn't know your cunt yet, the shape of it, the way the hole is positioned, it's best to help guide him a little."
Balancing on one arm, the Mexican girl reached back beneath her nude body and gently seized the dog's cock in her fingers, like holding something wonderfully delicate. Macho whined a little with pleasure.
Then Maria guided the needle-tipped cock up into her vaginal opening. Quickly she let go with her fingers, putting both hands flat on the floor. "It's a good idea to brace yourself," she explained, "because ... Uuuummmmppphhh"
Maria never got a chance to finish her sentence. Feeling the tip of his cock surrounded by hot wet flesh, Macho reacted dog-style, fucking forward immediately-and powerfully. His lean hips lunged forward, sending his huge cock thundering up into Maria's juicy pussy hole. Ellen watched the entire length of that massive pole vanish up between the girl's legs, saw the dog's bloated hairy balls slap against the upper portion of Maria's inverted cunt. Noticed how Maria was jolted forward by the brute power of the animal's first thrust. If she'd still been balanced on one arm, she would probably have been knocked forward onto her face.
There was no pause between the first mighty thrust of Macho's huge prick up into Maria's cunt and the second. He merely shuffled forward, moving his loins closer to Maria's cunt, driving his prick in and out of her suddenly stretched pussy hole with machine-gun speed.
Ellen discovered she was clutching her glass so tightly her knuckles were white. She nervously took a long gulp of the strangely bitter-tasting drink as she watched the dog fucking Maria right in front of her. It was so much more immediate this close! Not only could she so clearly see the dog's prick sawing in and out of the kneeling girl's cunt, she could also smell the rich odor of aroused pussy mingled with the sharper pungent smell of the dog's pistoning cock.
Ellen watched that massive probe slither again and again up into Maria's cunt, stretching wide her tight pussy hole. Each time it drew back out, some of the girl's tender pink inner flesh clung lovingly to the hot-looking surface of the scarlet rod, only to be driven back up inside on the next thrust.
"Here ... have some of this."
Ellen jerked around at the sound of Juan's voice. He was handing her a funny-looking little cigarette. He had lit it. The end glowed a deep red. A heavy, sweetish odor now combated with the rich smell of sex. "What is it?" she asked. "Dope?"
"Yes ... marijuana. It will help relax you."
Ellen hesitated. Oh, what the hell! Why not? She. took the joint, drew in a deep lungful of the pungent fumes, trying not to cough them back up. They burned! It was the weirdest-tasting dope she'd ever had! But, oh, so soothing! A heavy lethargy deadened Ellen's limbs. Funny, though, her cunt wasn't deadened. It began to steam and seethe hotter and hotter as she watched the beautiful Mexican girl crouched on the rug in front of her, getting her cunt stuffed full of long, hard-looking, red dog cock. There was no doubt it was hard. It didn't bend even a little as it pounded in and out of Maria's snug young cunt. Ellen remembered how steely-hard Prince's cock had felt when she jacked him off. Obviously Macho's was just as hard, if not harder. God! When was she going to get all that wonderful canine hardness rammed up her own cunt?
Maria was no longer pretending to be unaffected by the dog's prick sliding in and out of her twat. "Aaaaiiiyyy ... Madre de Dios!" she wailed. "It is good! Good ... goooooddddd!"
The moaning Mexican girl began to fuck back, ramming her ass against the dog's pounding loins, urging his cock ever deeper into her cunt. Ellen saw the thick juices gushing past the girl's cock-spread pussy lips, coating the dog's cock, making it slip easily in and out. Her big tits swayed back and forth under her laboring body.
Ellen had had enough experience with Prince to know when Macho started to cum. The dog's balls drew up close to its body. His tongue lolled helplessly from his mouth. He began to yip and howl. Maria, sensing what was happening, began to fuck more wildly. Ellen had no doubt the girl could feel the end of the dog's cock knobbing up.
All at once Maria lost the last of her cool. "Aaaaahhhhh ... carramba! He is cumming ... cuuuummmiiinnnggg!"
Ellen didn't have to be told. She could see thick gushes of the dog's semen, mixed with Maria's pussy juice, squeezed out where the animal's cock pistoned relentlessly in and out of the girl's cunt.
From the way Maria's stomach muscles fluttered in and out, Ellen knew she was cumming too, long wordless moans bursting from her throat. Ellen felt on fire, from head to foot. In another little while that could be her, panting and moaning in front of a humping beast, her twat stuffed with dog cock. Her eyes greedily drank in every detail of the lewd coupling taking place only a few feet away. She felt shaky, weak in the legs.
Finally the dog drew its quickly shrinking cock from Maria's sperm-drenched cunt. The girl remained on all fours for a few seconds, breathing hard, obviously trying to get herself back under control. She got shakily to her feet. "Now it is your turn," she panted to Ellen.
"But ... but ... he's already cum," Ellen stammered. She suddenly felt so dizzy, as if a soft cloud had settled in around her, partially cutting off her senses. Every sense but touch, that is. Her pussy burned and ached with need, more than it ever had before in her life.
"Don't you worry. Macho, he can get it up any time," Maria said with a small secret smile. "When you are ready ... he is ready."
"I ... I'm ready," Ellen stammered. The words sounded like they came from a great distance away, yet she knew it was her own voice.
"Then ... the clothes, senorita." It was Juan speaking. He was already helping Maria unbutton her blouse. She didn't like the feel of his hands on her body. For the first time she realized Juan repelled her, but she couldn't do anything but just stand there. Her arms and legs felt paralyzed.
When Juan had peeled off her blouse and bra, he cupped one of her big breasts in his hand, caressing the nipple. The nipple sprang erect on its own. "A nice body," Juan said matter-of-factly. Ellen felt like a horse at an auction, but still she was unable to complain, unable to fight the odd lassitude sweeping over her.
Maria took off her skirt, then, with Juan helping, lifted one of her legs, then the other as they pulled down her panties. Ellen was totally naked, swaying back and forth between the two. One of Maria's bare tits brushed her arm. It felt wonderfully soft and warm, the nipple pulling at her flesh.
For a few seconds her vision was unnaturally acute. Leering faces all around, Juan's, Phil's, Maria's. Only the Indian, Luis, wasn't leering. He stared at her naked body with a flinty-faced impassivity. But there was a gleam in his bead-black eyes. A hot feral gleam.
"Sit down ... sit down over here," Maria said, the words booming strangely in Ellen's skull. She felt herself falling backward into a chair. She half-lay, half-sat, her legs straight out in front of her. She felt hands on her inner thighs, opened her eyes to see Maria's hand reaching for her cunt. "To make sure you're open enough inside," the girl grinned. "You wouldn't want Macho to pound his big cock up your cunt before it's ready, would you?"
But the lewd grin on the girl's face told Ellen she was enjoying it as she slowly worked one finger up into her pussy hole. "Oooohhhhhh," Ellen moaned involuntarily. She had never felt such intense sensations in her cunt before. It literally itched and burned with need. She felt her pussy lips flower open around Maria's finger. The Mexican girl, kneeling nude before her, shoved in a second finger, then a third. She began finger-fucking Ellen, the wet sucking sound of her fingers chugging in and out of Ellen's snatch loud in the quiet room.
"She's ready," Maria finally said, pulling her fingers, shiny with pussy juice, from Ellen's cunt. Ellen felt her hips lurch toward Maria's retreating hand as if they had a life of their own. Her cunt ached to be penetrated-by anything. Right now she'd shove a cucumber up her twat if one was available.
"Take her out," she dimly heard Juan say. Out where?
"Will it work? Do you think she'll know?" Phil's worried voice cut in.
"Everything will be fine," Juan replied. "Opium in the marijuana, a little Spanish fly in her drink ... she will do anything now for the touch of the dog's cock."
Barely understanding, Ellen felt herself helped to her feet. Stumbling along, she seemed to be led a long way. Suddenly she was in a huge, brightly-lit place. The lights hurt her eyes. She couldn't see anything beyond their glare. But she was suddenly aware of a loud sighing, like the sound of the distant sea.
"Down ... down..." a voice said, perhaps Juan's. She was on her back, on some kind of low couch. She felt her legs being opened. Her eyes focused again, and the first thing she saw was Macho's big head, directly between her wide-spread thighs, heading straight for her cunt. She didn't want to see any more. She opened her legs wider. "Come to me," she panted. "Lick my cunt, lover!"
She shivered as the dog's hairy coat tickled the insides of her thighs. His nose was cold against her pussy lips, his breath hot as he snuffled and panted. "Aaaaaahhhh!" Ellen gurgled deep in her throat as the animal's tongue finally lashed out, splaying hotly over her naked pussy.
Writhing and twisting in delight on the couch, Ellen thought she was going to die from pleasure as the huge animal continued licking her twat. This was it! This is what she had come to Mexico for! Macho was going to fuck her. The big German shepherd she had so recently watched fucking Maria was going to shove his big red prick up her needing pussy hole. Oh, God, how she needed, how she hungered! Her cunt burned with desire!
Ellen tried to remember what Maria had told her, how to get the dog to start fucking. She looked down underneath his belly. There it was! His cock was already hard! Now, all she had to do was get down on all fours!
That was more difficult than Ellen had anticipated. Difficult, for one thing, to get away from the big head jammed between her trembling thighs. Harder yet to roll over. Finally, she settled for rolling over on the couch, her upper body lying on its soft surface, her knees on the floor, legs bent, her ass jutting obscenely upward. That strange sound again, like the sea, as she presented her cunt back toward the excited dog.
With a thrill Ellen felt the big animal mount her back. His forelegs were amazingly strong, locking tightly around her waist. She felt his loins against her buttocks, then ... there it was! The first hot touch of Macho's needle-tipped cock against the back of one thigh!
Ellen tensed. She wanted to reach back and feed the dog's cock into her twat, as Maria had done. But she couldn't seem to let go of the couch. However, after a few futile stabs, Macho's cock finally found her pussy slit. The tip of his cock rubbed up and down the steaming pink valley a moment, then the sharp end caught at the opening to her vagina.
Ellen braced herself. She'd seen the way Macho fucked into Maria, no gentleness, nothing but brute force. But nothing could have prepared the crouching young woman for the sudden intrusion of dog cock into her waiting cunt. One moment her cunt was empty, the next moment it was stuffed impossibly full of rock-hard animal prick!
"Aaaagggghhhh!" Ellen gurgled. It hurt! Jesus, Macho's prick was big! And so hard! Harder, maybe, than Prince's!
But it felt so good, so marvelous, stretching the itching, burning walls of her hungry cunt. Gritting her teeth, Ellen fought to get used to the huge presence in her overstretched cunt. She wrapped her arms around the low narrow couch, holding on tight as Macho rammed his huge organ madly in and out of her cunt. He fucked into her so hard she felt the couch scraping across the floor, inch by inch, under the hammer force of the dog's wild lunges against her ass. She felt his balls slapping into her slit, banging against her clit. Jesus, it felt wonderful! Better even than she'd expected!
"Oooohhhh God! You big wonderful brute! Slam your cock into my cunt! Fuck me until I howl!" Ellen wailed. She didn't care if the others heard or not. All that mattered was the ecstasy in her dog-cock stuffed cunt. She managed to look around for a moment. Nothing but bright lights. Where were Maria and Juan and Phil? She thought she heard voices, yelling lewd words, encouraging her to fuck back. But all the sound was mixed up in her fogged mind, shoved into unimportance by the feel of the dog's huge prick lancing up into her quailing cunt.
Then, bit by bit, Ellen felt the dog's cock begin to swell up inside her vagina. The tip grew and grew, until it felt like the knob on the end of a flagpole gliding in and out of her snatch. It was driving her wild, partly because she knew it meant the dog was going to cum. Macho was going to fill her cunt full of his hot animal semen L He was going to pump dog jism into her belly!
"Oooohhhhhhh ... yes! Fill me with your dog cum!" she panted loudly.
The sound around her grew, resolving into panting, excited voices. Ellen didn't care. She herself was hanging on the edge of orgasm. She buried her face against the couch, biting down on the soft cover. It tasted of old cum and sweat. She ground her tits down against the fabric. Macho rammed his cock up into her cunt harder and harder. Suddenly, just as she felt the first hot spurt of dog jism up into her cunt, Ellen lost the last of her control.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" she cried wildly. She began to buck and twist so powerfully that she almost turned the couch over. Macho's forelegs gripped desperately around her waist, holding her in place. His cock continued to shoot its obscene load up into her twat. She felt the animal's sticky sperm running down the backs of her thighs. Jesus! Didn't he ever stop cumming?
Ellen's knees banged painfully against the hard floor as she struggled to coax more and more of the dog's spouting cock into her spasming cunt. She wished she could see how she looked, hanging onto the couch, face down, the huge German shepherd fucking into her cunt from the rear. That turned her on even more than the wonderful feel of his enormous cock filling her with puppy juice-the thought of the enormously perverted nature of the act she was engaging in, fucking a brute animal.
Finally, nothing mattered but the fiery ecstasy in her guts. Ellen writhed and moaned until she was completely exhausted, even after Macho's depleted cock had slipped wetly from her sperm-drenched cunt. Slowly she ran down, until at last she lay quietly, only her ass moving slightly, grinding her cunt against the edge of the couch. Gradually her senses began to come back.
That sound again, like a roar. Only now it sounded more familiar, like clapping and cheering.
Ellen's eyes snapped open. She twisted her head up from the couch, staring wildly around. The light had dimmed a little, no longer blinding her so much. Faces everywhere, rising in tiers around her. Oh God!
She was on the nightclub stage!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Numb, shocked, Ellen sat in a chair in the salon. She had only a blanket wrapped around her, carelessly, one tit poking out, part of her pussy hair showing. She didn't care. After having been tricked into fucking a dog in front of a roomful of jeering spectators, how could she ever care again? But worse was to follow. "Phil, you son-of-a-bitch," she said tonelessly. "I'll see that you pay for this." Ellen had no doubt now that Phil had planned it all along-bringing her down here, arranging for Juan to drug her, then that humiliating scene out on the stage.
Phil thrust his face close to hers. He no longer looked nervous and shifty. Triumph glowed from every pore. "Get this straight, baby ... you're no longer calling the shots," he said roughly. He held out a sheaf of photos so she could see them. Pictures of herself and Macho, fucking. She shuddered at the look of ecstasy on her own face. "You going to sell them for a buck apiece?" she sneered.
Then the big shock. "No ... I'm going to give them away ... to your dear, sweet Aunt Mabel."
Ellen was too stunned to answer for a moment. "You ... you know?"
"Yeah ... I took the trouble to find out where your bucks were coming from. And I learned a lot about that old prude, baby. You're all washed up, anytime I decide to show your Sugar-Momma what kind of a sweet little niece she has."
"You wouldn't!" Ellen gasped. But he would! She could see it in Phil's face! Why shouldn't he, after all the insults she'd fed his way. Phil had the upper hand now. Despairingly, Ellen saw the good life, all the things money could buy, fading away. She was going to be poor! She knew she couldn't stand that. She'd do anything, anything to keep what she had!
"Phil ... you give me those pictures, I'll double your allowance," Ellen tried desperately.
Phil only laughed. "Allowance? I don't have an allowance any more ... I've got it all. I'll give you an allowance, if you're a good girl."
Ellen's temper flared. "Why ... you bastard..." Her head jerked to the side as Phil slapped her, hard. Stunned, disbelieving, Ellen touched her hand to her burning cheek.
"You listen to me, baby," Phil hissed, his face only inches from hers. "You're in Mexico now. People disappear down here. I didn't pay Juan that money you wanted me to. You're hired out to him. You're gonna work off your keep ... on the stage. The pay's low, baby. Unless you have your checks sent here ... for me to cash ... you might take years to pay Juan off. You want that?"
"No ... no ... please," Ellen moaned, finally realizing what a bind she was in. "I'll ... I'll do whatever you want ... sign my checks over to you. For God's sake ... just get me out of here!"
Phil smiled triumphantly. "All in good time," he purred. He went over to sit in a chair, legs outstretched. "Let's have a little test ... just to make sure you mean it when you say you'll do whatever I want."
"What ... what do you have in mind?" Ellen asked nervously. She glanced at Juan, mixing himself a drink on the other side of the room, and at Maria, unconcernedly petting Macho's big head. There would be no help from either of them.
"I want you to suck my cock," Phil said smugly. "Come over here and suck until I shoot off in your mouth."
Ellen almost rebelled. A sudden burst of rage rose in her. Go over and meekly suck that bastard off? like a whore, right in front of Juan and Maria? Never!
But then she thought about Phil's threats. Would he really leave her here, sold, in essence, to Juan, his slave? Spending God knew how long grinding out sex shows on his grimy stage? Uh-uh. Time to humor Phil. She'd get him later. Resignedly she stood up, clutching the blanket around her naked body.
"Uh-uh ... not like that," Phil said loudly.
"Huh?" What had she done wrong?
"Kneel down. Get down on your hands and knees," Phil snapped. "You're hot for dogs, right? Well ... I want you to get down on all fours and make like a dog."
Still Ellen hesitated. "Now!" Phil shouted. Startled, Ellen quickly dropped to her knees. She'd never seen Phil like this before. She suddenly realized how mean he was, underneath his servile manner. Frightened, she decided not to give him any excuse to hurt her.
"Okay ... now bark," Phil said gleefully. "No ... louder. Now, whine a little."
Feeling totally humiliated, Ellen barked and whined, crouching on the floor. She saw Macho's big head come up, staring at her intently. She figured her imitation must be pretty good. "Now ... wag your tail," Phil ordered.
"But ... I haven't got a tail," Ellen insisted.
"WAG YOUR FUCKING TAIL!"
Quickly Ellen began switching her ass back and forth. The blanket slid from her body, leaving her totally nude. She saw Juan looking at her, a strange, sneering smile on his face, as if he hated her. Why should he hate her?
"Now ... crawl over to me on all fours," Phil said with great satisfaction. Ellen shuffled over the rug, feeling her tits sway beneath her body, feeling totally humiliated. Her face burned with shame. She came to a stop right in front of Phil's chair. He slowly opened his legs. "Come closer," he ordered. Obediently Ellen crawled in between his legs.
"Okay ... now unzip my fly and pull out my cock." Meekly, Ellen reached up and unzipped Phil's fly. She reached into the opening, her fingers fumbling through his shorts until they located his hot, rubbery cock shaft. It was already starting to harden a little. She fished it out into the open. It lay in her hand, soft and heavy, the head pulsing a little.
"Now, bitch ... suck the fucking thing. And you'd better suck it damn good, or next I'll have you suck off the dog!"
At that moment Ellen was so full of hate for Phil that she thought she'd mind sucking off the dog less. But why rock the boat? She leaned down, her face only an inch from the tip of Phil's throbbing cock. He wanted a good blow job? She'd give him one.
First she started licking the knobby tip of her former gigolo's big rod. Her tongue snaked out, curling underneath the sensitive glans. "Oooooo-hhhhh ... shit!" Phil moaned, flopping back in the chair. His hands grabbed hold of the chair arms, holding on tightly.
After Phil's cock tip was shiny with her saliva, Ellen finally sucked it into her mouth. It was swelling quickly, already difficult to stretch her lips around. Phil's cock got so fucking big!
Ellen began slowly sliding her lips up and down the throbbing shaft, feeling the rubber tip press against the back of her throat. She'd never be able to take it all. God, it was fully erect now! Ellen sighted down the huge shaft like a gun barrel, aimed straight at Phil's hairy crotch. Only this gun barrel was growing out of her face.
She wrapped her hands around the lower shaft, moving her fingers, slippery with saliva, slowly up and down its bloated hardness in time with her mouth. Every inch of Phil's mammoth organ was being hotly, wetly massaged. "Jesus Christ, that feels good!" he panted. Leaning forward, he suddenly reached underneath Ellen's body, cruelly squeezing one tit. "Like a fucking grapefruit," he grinned. Ellen said nothing, but writhed in pain.
"Hey! Hey, Juan! You watching this?" Phil said gloatingly. Ellen, out of the corner of her eye, watched the elegant Mexican walk over. "So ... you make her get down like a dog," he said a trifle thickly, indicating to Ellen he was getting drunk. "And are you being sucked like a dog? A gringo dog?"
"Huh? You're not making any sense."
"Let us add another dog to this kennel," Juan went on, not paying any attention to Phil's query. "Macho! Come here!"
Ellen's heart leaped when she heard Juan call the big animal. She still hadn't forgotten that incredible fuck he'd given her. Even drugged, it had been the most intense sexual experience of her life. She heard the dog padding nearer across the rug. "You recognize that, Macho?" she heard Juan say. The man's hand was on her back-thrust ass, very close to her cunt. She shivered, trying to shift her ass out of the way. A stinging blow landed on her buttocks, making her jerk with pain. She almost bit down on Phil's cock.
"You will move only when I say," Juan hissed, his voice low, dangerous. "Now, Macho ... as I had started to comment ... you remember this?"
Ellen felt strong fingers prying at her pussy lips, opening them up. A moment later her cuntal opening was invaded by Juan's index finger, sliding far up inside. "Mmmmmpphhhhhh," she mumbled around her mouthful of cock. God, her cunt was still sensitive from the tremendous fucking Macho had given her! Hot bursts of feeling radiated through her lower body as Juan began to slowly finger-fuck her twat, carelessly twisting his finger around inside her cunt, hurting her a little.
"How about it, my faithful friend?" he asked Macho. "How would you like to take this gringo bitch again?"
Oh God! He was encouraging the dog to fuck her while she was still sucking Phil's cock! She felt trapped, surrounded. There was no doubt now of the hate in Juan's voice. He must hate all gringos, after a lifetime of pandering to their vices, of being their grinning, obsequious pimp.
Juan shoved another finger up her cunt, reaming her out. He seemed to be enjoying himself. Ellen realized she was very afraid of him.
Then she felt something else against her ass-Macho's cold nose. He was pushing at Juan's arm, trying to get it out of the way. "So ... you're anxious," Juan laughed. Ellen felt his fingers suck out of her twat. A moment later she felt the wonderful, hot, wet touch of Macho's tongue against her cunt, slithering in between her well-stretched cunt lips. "Mmmmmmnnnnn," she hummed around the thick shaft of Phil's cock in her mouth. She couldn't help it. The animal's tongue stroking over her sensitive genitals was too maddeningly erotic.
"Jesus Christ!" Phil grunted, staring down Ellen's naked back to where Macho's huge head was thrust up between her thighs. He couldn't see, but he could hear the dog's tongue lapping noisily in her slit. He realized that Ellen had quit sucking his cock, lost in the feel of Macho's tongue against her twat. "C'mon ... C'mon!" he hissed. "Get some lip around my prick." Reaching down, he grabbed handfuls of Ellen's thick dark hair and jerked her mouth down hard against his cock shaft.
Ellen choked and spluttered as the thick knobby tip of Phil's cock rammed against the back of her throat. Oh God, how could she concentrate, with what Macho's tongue was doing to her cunt? But she knew she'd have to. She summoned all her attention, and once more began running her mouth steadily up and down Phil's bloated cock.
Then Macho mounted her. Once again she felt his slender but powerful forelegs settle around her waist. His cock stabbed toward her crotch. "God almighty!" Phil breathed out, staring straight into the dog's yellow-flecked eyes as it faced him only two or three feet away. He wished he could see, he wished he could watch that mammoth, needle-tipped red cock slide up into Ellen's fucking twat!
Ellen, forgetting that she was here against her will, eagerly thrust her ass back, groping with her cunt for Macho's advancing cock. Her body still throbbed with the memory of the first time he'd fucked her. Humiliated as she was, she had to have it again!
Macho's tapering prick tip stabbed up into her pussy slit. This time it found her cuntal opening much more easily. She felt the slightly flexible, pointed tip worm its way up into her vagina about an inch. Then, wham! She was jolted forward with Phil's prick in her mouth as the animal's big cock slammed up to the far end of her cunt, filling her twat with Macho's mighty rod of dog cock.
Wham-wham-wham-wham! The dog's loins thudded violently against her ass cheeks, driving his cock time and time again up into her glowing, overstuffed twat. She realized now that Macho understood only one fucking tempo-full speed ahead. He fucked too quickly for her to really get used to it, to be able to anticipate his next stroke. That was one of the things that turned her on the most. To be nothing but a lusting, confused receptacle for the dog's drumming cock, shaking and quivering before his pounding loins.
Her mouth was driven further and further onto Phil's cock. She started to gag again as the rubbery tip shoved against the back of her throat. Then she remembered the blonde girl she'd seen at the first nightclub show, who'd managed to take the black man's entire immense cock all the way into her mouth. She must have opened her throat and let the swollen head slide down past her tonsils. Ellen had heard of women doing that. She'd try it herself. She'd have to, or Phil's cock, which he was now pumping remorselessly into her mouth, would choke her to death.
Angling her neck, straightening it out, Ellen did her best to open her throat. She gagged a couple of more times, but then, so smoothly it surprised her, Phil's bloated cock head slid down her throat. She had the whole immense shaft in her mouth!
"Uuuuunnnggghhh ... shit ... piss ... fuck!" Phil groaned. He was going out of his mind. His cock was so far inside Ellen's hotly sucking mouth that his pubic hair fitted her face like a mustache and beard. And what's more, he could stare down her back and watch that God-damned mutt fuck her from the rear! Jesus, what a turn-on! From time to time, whenever the dog pulled back far enough, he caught a glimpse of his scarlet cock flashing in and out of the moaning woman's twat. She wasn't so fucking proud now, was she? he gloated. He had her right where he wanted her. He'd take her money, and make her crawl in the process. He'd show her what happened to people who treated him like a piece of shit!
Ellen hated herself for it, but she knew she was going to cum. Going to cum right in front of the people who were out to humiliate her. She couldn't help it, not with the way Macho was fucking into her cunt. His damned cock seemed to reach halfway up to her throat, nearly reaching Phil's cock!
Yeah ... the cock in her mouth was helping too. How obscene! To be pinned between two drumming cocks, one in her mouth, the other in her cunt, the one human, the other canine! Ellen felt as if she were nothing but a long vagina, suspended in the air between two pumping penises, the helpless receptacle about to be pumped full of sperm by a pair of remorselessly driving cocks.
God! Phil was going to cum already! She could feel his cock swelling in her mouth! Could she take it all? Could she keep from strangling when it finally spewed its thick hot load down her throat?
"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!" Phil bellowed. "Gonna cum! Jesus Christ! YYYAAAAAAAAA!" Seizing Ellen's head by her hair, he rammed his suddenly spouting cock as far down her throat as it would go. His back arched, lifting him half out of the chair. Moaning and swearing, he watched his cum bubble back out around where Ellen's ovaled lips were stretched thinly around his cock shaft. She was obviously swallowing madly, her Adam's apple bobbing up and down, but couldn't get all his gushing sperm down her throat.
Ellen, choking and sputtering, sucked and sucked on Phil's spewing cock. Wasn't the son-of-a-bitch ever going to stop cumming? She could feel Macho's cock swelling inside her cunt, the knobby tip growing larger and larger. He was obviously going to cum soon, and she didn't know if she could handle both their spouting cocks together. More important, she wanted to concentrate, fastening every bit of her attention on the dog's cock when he finally shot off up inside her shuddering cunt.
Feeling Phil's cock finally shrinking in her mouth, she quickly spit it out. Her chin dripped thick ropes of cum. She tried to lick them away with her tongue, but didn't really care. All that mattered now was the huge canine organ sliding in and out of her burning cunt. "Oh ... you big beautiful brute!" Ellen panted loudly, turning her head to look over her shoulder at the hunching animal. "Fuck me ... fuck me hard! Shove your cock right through my cunt! Fill me with your wonderful dog cum!"
While Phil stared, his cock dripping cum just half an inch from his former mistress's face, he saw her turn into a snarling, lusting animal right in front of his eyes. "God almighty!" he breathed in awe as Ellen shoved her ass hungrily back toward the dog, opening her cunt wide, encouraging his cock to pound deeper and deeper into her hot slippery pussy hole.
The dog suddenly began to yip and howl, the tempo of his fucking increasing. "Ooooohhhhh!". Ellen cried wildly. "I can feel him cumming in my snatch ... like a fucking drill shooting up into me! So hot! So much of it! AAAAIIIIYYYY!"
Suddenly Ellen was cumming. There was no mistaking it-he'd seen her cum often enough while he himself shot off his big cock into her sweet, tight cunt. But he'd never seen her cum like this, never seen the completely wild, animal look on her face as she writhed and bucked in front of the climaxing dog, jamming her ass back against his hairy animal loins. Jesus!
When it was finally over, when Ellen had collapsed, panting, on the rug in front of him, and the German shepherd had retreated to lick the mingled dog cum and pussy juice from his belly, Phil noticed Juan staring contemptuously down at himself and Ellen. "Like animals," the Mexican said with a sneer. "It was hard to tell which of you three was the dog."
Stunned, Phil understood he was being insulted. "Why, you fucking spic!" he shouted, jumping up, quickly stuffing his cock back inside his pants. "You can't talk to me that..."
"Shut up, gringo pig!" Juan snapped, his face so distorted by hate and fury that Phil automatically shrank back. "You are in my house, my country! And you owe me a debt! I tricked this silly American cunt for you! She is now my slave. You can be my slave just as easily! Take care I don't put you on the stage-in one of the shows for homosexuals! How would you like to feel the big black man's prick shoved up your ass?"
Phil swallowed nervously. He noticed that Luis had come into the room. There was something about that impassive Indian that scared him even more than Juan. Jesus, he'd better watch his step until he could get out of here!
"Luis," Juan said, more calmly. "Take this trash back to her room."
Ellen felt herself being helped to her feet. Naked, with dog cum dripping stickily down her legs, she leaned on Luis as he led her back down the hall. He never said a word. But when he had shoved her in her room and was about to shut the door on her, she was sure, she knew she saw a hot glimmer of excitement in his dark eyes as they raked slowly up and down her naked body.
He wanted her! And she doubted Juan would let him have her. Maybe she could use that, maybe she could turn Luis against Juan. Maybe she could get him to help her escape. Oh God, anything was worth hoping for, she thought miserably as she heard the key grate in the lock, shutting her in.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Ellen was so completely exhausted she fell on her bed and went immediately to sleep. When she woke, the light spilling in her window told her it was full daylight. Another day. What would it hold in store for her?
Much to her dismay, she found, when she got out of bed, that her luggage had been removed. She had nothing but the robe she'd been wearing in the salon!
Uneasily Ellen took a shower, washing the stickiness from her abused body. She had just finished toweling herself dry when she heard a key in the lock. Quickly she scooped up the robe. She was still struggling into it when Luis came into the room. She saw the way his eyes glowed when he caught a brief glimpse of her bare tits and naked cunt before she had completely covered herself up.
"You are to come with me, senorita," he said in his expressionless voice.
"Wh-Where are we going?" Ellen asked shakily. Luis said nothing, merely stood aside from the door so she could pass through. Ellen decided it was time to start working on him. She let her robe loosen a little, baring one tit all the way down to the nipple. She brushed against Luis, saw his eyes flick toward her tit. The tight line of his mouth told her he was affected. She wished she had time to be with him alone. She suspected she could have him eating out of her hand. He looked like he hadn't had a woman for a long time.
She walked ahead of Luis, purposely switching her hips. Luis headed her toward the salon. He opened the door, reaching past her, staring down her partly opened robe as he did so. Ellen took a chance, smiling at Luis, a long, slow, promising snile.
Then she was in the salon. Juan and Maria were waiting for her, Juan standing next to the little bar, mixing himself a drink. Maria sat in a chair, sprawled casually.
"Ah ... my latest actress," Juan said when he finally turned to face Ellen. "Did you sleep well?"
He sounded so casual and polite that Ellen almost relaxed her guard for a moment. Then she remembered last night, the hate that had emanated from the man. She knew she could never trust him. He might be able to mask his hate with carefully acquired manners, but it was still there, ready to burn her any time he chose to let it loose. She said nothing.
"I have to find a way to fit you into the act," Juan said. "We have a problem. We now have two women who fuck the dog. And Maria doesn't want to give it up." With a little smile, he continued, "Once Macho shoves his cock up a woman's cunt, she seems to think of nothing but having him do it again. Is it the same with you, Senorita Ellen?"
"I don't give a damn about you or your mutt," Ellen said coldly. Which was a lie. She did care about Macho. She shivered whenever she remembered the wonderful feel of his huge, hard canine cock up inside her squirming cunt. She'd give a lot to feel it again. But damned if she'd do it on Juan's stage, in front of a horde of panting tourists. And not only because of pride. Sooner or later some one who knew her would see her. The word would get back to Aunt Mabel. Then she'd really be mined. No. She decided she was going to win. She was not only going to escape from Juan, but she was going to find a way to pay Phil back for what he'd done to her. And she was going to keep her income. All or nothing.
Maria spoke up from her chair. "See, Juan ... I told you so. She doesn't want the dog. Let me keep him. Put her in the act with the girls."
A flicker of humor lit up Juan's dark eyes. "Ah ... the girls. How would you like that, my dear? To make love on the stage with those two lovely young women? How could we fit the three of you together? Tell me ... have you ever made love to another woman?"
"No ... and I don't intend to!"
"Ah ... but you will! Right now! Take that robe off! And you, Maria, get undressed!"
"Now?" Maria asked, a little surprised.
"Yes. This proud gringo bitch is going to eat your cunt. While I watch ... to see how well she does it!"
Maria, suddenly smiling, began to undress. Ellen felt her stomach grow cold. My God! Juan was ordering her to make love to Maria, to put her mouth against her cunt! She couldn't do it!
But Juan wasn't to be put off. "Take that robe off her, Luis!" he ordered. He looked very surprised when Luis was slow to move. "Now!" he barked. Luis jumped forward. Seeing her chance, Ellen shrugged out of the robe herself, turning to hand it to Luis. She made certain one of her naked tits brushed his arms. For one brief second, the iron mask of the Indian's expressionless features cracked. A little tremor of excitement rippled over his face as he stared at the beautiful naked woman standing in front of him. Juan, without any warning, leaped forward. His fist cracked into Luis' face.
"You stupid Indian pig!" he bellowed. "Don't let me catch you even looking at one of my women!"
Luis staggered back against the wall. For a second Ellen thought she saw another flicker tug at his features, this time a flicker of hate. But she must have been wrong. Luis stood, stiffly silent, a slow trickle of blood running down from a cut underneath his right eye.
"Now, cunt," Juan snarled. "Get over there and eat Maria's sweet little cunt. Do it now, or I'll have her fuck the dog first. Then you can suck dog jism out of her snatch."
He propelled Ellen forward, pushing her to her knees on the carpet. "You lie down here!" Juan snapped at Maria. Naked, hips swaying, the Mexican girl lay down on the rug right in front of Ellen. Ellen caught a quick wink of gleaming pink pussy flesh as Maria squirmed her legs into position, one on either side of Ellen's body.
Juan reached down, brushing aside soft brown pussy hair. His fingers worked into Maria's slit, pushing back her thick outer cunt lips, baring the squirming pink wetness inside. "Eat it ... put your mouth against it. Suck Maria's twat!" Juan ordered in a cold hard voice.
"But ... but I can't!" Ellen wailed. She knew she could never put her mouth against that wet hairy thing. Suddenly she felt a stinging blow against her bare buttocks. Her head jerked around. She saw Juan holding a slender supple rod in one hand. He struck again, the rod cutting into her tender ass. The pain was excruciating. "Eat Maria's cunt!" Juan snarled.
Knowing she had no choice, Ellen lowered her head between the girl's legs. Maria's gaping cunt was only inches from her mouth, seeping pussy juice. "Go on! Go on!" Maria said excitedly.
It was clear how much the Mexican girl was turned on. Once again the rod lashed against Ellen's buttocks. The pain almost made her pass out. Holding her breath, she desperately lunged forward, shoving her face against Maria's crotch. She felt soft wet flesh splay open against her mouth. Her nose filled with the rich odor of aroused pussy. Crinkly hairs tickled her cheeks. "Suck! Use your tongue!" Maria whimpered.
Almost gagging, Ellen stabbed out with her tongue. It shot far up into Maria's squirming slit. She heard the Mexican girl moan with pleasure. Maria's legs twitched and quivered against the sides of her body.
After a few seconds of cunt-licking, Ellen decided it wasn't so bad. Nothing she couldn't stand. Maybe even a little exciting. The taste was a little strong, but getting sweeter as more and more fresh pussy juice bubbled out of Maria's cunt.
Suddenly Ellen felt fingers playing over her naked ass. She wanted to jerk her head around and see what was happening, but she didn't dare. She knew it was Juan, anyway. He seemed fascinated by her ass. She couldn't help jerking a little when his fingers slid up into her cunt. But she kept on licking Maria's cunt. Maybe, if she didn't make a scene, he'd get bored and leave her alone.
No such luck. Ellen heard the sound of a zipper being hurriedly ripped opwn. The soft sound of someone fumbling with cloth, then a grunt of satisfaction. A moment later she felt something hot and swollen brush past her thighs, heading for her cunt. She braced herself, just in time. A moment later, Juan's cock slid into her twat, forcing its way past her pussy lips, shoving straight up into her vagina. "Keep eating Maria's cunt," she heard Juan growl from behind her. His voice was hoarse, as if he was having trouble with his breathing while he rammed his cock into Ellen from behind.
Juan started fucking her hard. She hated to admit it, but his cock felt good sliding in and out of her twat. And Maria's cunt tasted sweet against her mouth. Oh, the hell with it all! she thought tiredly. Why fight it?
Each time Juan's hips thudded against her ass, her face rammed deeper between Maria's thighs. Soon, she felt as if she was going to smother in hot, wet cunt flesh. But she kept on licking. Maria writhed and twisted wildly, obviously growing more and more excited. Ellen was actually beginning to enjoy herself, feeling Maria squirming under her, feeling Juan's cock slamming far up into her cunt, penetrating her deeply.
Suddenly, without warning, Ellen came. Her face twisted away from Maria's cunt as her body spasmed out of control. "Aaaaaahhhh," she moaned, her body racked with convulsions. "By God!" she heard Juan mutter behind her. "I think this bitch'd cum if she was being raped!"
"Damn you, Juan," Maria sobbed. "I was going to cum but you ruined it with your big cock. Her tongue was driving me crazy!"
Juan rolled Ellen out from between himself and Maria. Looking up from where she lay on her back, Ellen saw him leering down at the frustrated girl. "Don't worry, Maria," he said smugly. "My big cock will make it all right."
Without another word he fell full length on top of the girl, his cock slithering up into her ready cunt. Open-mouthed, Ellen watched them fuck. It was like watching two wildcats. They literally ripped and tore at one another. Finally, Maria's thin scream of delight, Juan's hoarse bellow of release, told her they were cumming.
The flailing couple thrashed together for long moments. Then Juan slowly withdrew his dripping cock from Maria's cunt. Ellen saw pink flesh close up, hiding her sperm-drenched cuntal opening.
Juan turned to face Luis, who still stood, wooden-faced, against the wall. "Luis ... come here," Juan ordered. "And clean off my cock."
The Indian's face paled slightly, then he moved forward. Taking out a handkerchief, he stolidly cleaned off the sticky juices from his master's prick. "Put the handkerchief back in your pocket," Juan ordered when it looked as if Luis was about to throw the smelly, stained handkerchief away. Still wooden-faced, Luis put the handkerchief in his pocket. But when Juan turned away, Ellen saw a wild grimace of hate convulse the Indian's face.
"Juan ... you shouldn't," Maria said nervously.
"Shut up!" Juan seemed to struggle to regain control of his temper. "Take this gringo bitch back to her kennel!" he snapped to Luis.
Ellen didn't even bother to put the robe back on. She went with Luis back to her room. Just before he closed her in, she took his right hand and pressed it against her naked tits. "Luis!" she said fiercely. "If you help me get out of here, I'll let you fuck me ... do anything with me you want!"
Then she was alone, the door locked in front of her.
* * *
The next few hours were agonizingly long for Ellen. Would Luis help her, or was he too afraid of Juan? A woman brought her food twice that day. Then it was night. She finally fell asleep.
Suddenly a hand was shaking her shoulder. Lurching awake from a maelstrom of horrible nightmares, Ellen looked up to see Luis staring down at her. A lamp glowed in the comer. "I have come," he said harshly. His hands were all over her. Ellen could see by his rising excitement he meant to fuck her immediately. But she couldn't let that happen. Once the goad of his immediate passion had been removed, he might suddenly be overcome by fear and refuse to save her.
"No," she said. "Let's wait until after we're safely out of here."
She softened her words by kissing him once. She shuddered at the feel of his unfamiliar lips. Then he thrust a bundle at her. Some of her clothes and possessions. She dressed quickly, seeing by her watch that: it was three in the morning.
"Let's go," Luis said in his thick accent, leading her out of her room and down the hall. But instead of going directly outside, he entered the salon. Ellen froze with fear as she saw a movement in one corner. But it was only Macho. Luis chuckled. "He is left here as a guard, but me he will not bother."
"Guard what?"
"This, senorita." Luis pulled back a painting on the wall, baring a wall safe. Working intently, he fiddled with the dial, until at last the safe opened. "Do you have to waste time with that now?" Ellen asked nervously.
"It is no waste of time," Luis assured her, pulling out bundles of banknotes and stuffing them into a pouch he carried over one shoulder. "Now ... let us go!"
The trouble was, Macho wanted to go too. He made so much noise, whining, that Luis gave in, obviously afraid the dog might alert someone.
But Luis wasn't finished yet. Once outside, he took a big tin and emptied it down the hall. Ellen heard liquid gurgling, smelled the harsh smell of raw gasoline. "What are you doing?" she asked, horrified. But Luis was already throwing a lighted book of matches into the hall. There was a loud woosh, a searing sea of flame. He quickly slammed the door and barred it from the outside.
"No!" Ellen yelled. "You can't do that! They'll all burn up in there!"
For the first time, Luis really smiled. "Yes, senorita, they will. I have nailed all the other doors shut. And they cannot get out through the windows, past the bars."
Without another word, he jerked Ellen after him and shoved her into a car. Macho, obviously confused, danced around the front door of the house, then leaped into the back seat of the car. Luis looked as if he was thinking of throwing the dog out, but finally he nodded his head. "Good, he is valuable," he grunted.
Then they were off. Before they'd gone a hundred yards the house was a flaming pyre. Luis must have soaked the rest of it in gasoline too. f
Once, Ellen thought she could hear screaming.
She shuddered, but then hardened inside. Too fucking bad! Those were the bastards who had shamed her, who were going to make her a slave. Let them fry ... Phil, that bastard, Juan, even Maria, who had made her eat her cunt. As for Luis ... well, the quicker she got rid of him, the better. He looked too fucking Indian-stupid to be able to give her much trouble.
The car sped off into the night. They drove for hours. At dawn, Ellen saw they were far out in the desert, barren, empty land. They were heading south-deeper into Mexico. "Luis," Ellen said nervously. "Let's go north, across the border. I'll sponsor you into the States. You can be my lover up there. I'll see you get a good job. You'll be rich..."
Luis chuckled coldly. "I am rich, senorita," he said, patting the pouch full of money. "And not wet-back rich either." Suddenly he began to look a lot smarter than Ellen had figured.
They soon pulled off onto a dirt road that wound for miles up into some barren volcanic hills. Slabs of rock were all around them. It looked like pictures of the surface of the moon.
Finally they saw a cabin, or rather, a shack, made of weathered wood and bits of packing crate. It leaned drunkenly to one side, as if it had been pushed by the hot desert wind too long. Luis got out of the car, pulling Ellen after him. Macho got out too, sniffing cautiously at the desert sand.
Men! Several of them coming out of the house. Indian men like Luis, but much more raggedly dressed, wearing torn cotton trousers and faded shirts, huge floppy hats on their heads. They stared at Ellen and Luis expressionlessly. Luis brushed past them. "Come inside," he said gutturally. "You have a debt to pay me!"
He pulled Ellen into the single room of the cabin, a room without furniture, with only a packed dirt floor, a torn, worn-out carpet in the center its only cover. "Lie down and take off your clothes," Luis said, beginning to breathe harshly.
Ellen turned, saw heads poking in the door, watching. The Indian men. "But ... here?" Ellen asked nervously.
"Here." There was something wild in Luis' eyes. She didn't want to provoke him. God, he was her only way out of here! And after all, she'd fucked on the stage, eaten both Phil and Maria in front of others. Yes, she could do this. She had to!
She lay down, naked, on the torn and dirty carpet. Luis didn't even undress, just pulled down his pants, baring his already rock-hard cock. He was on her like an animal, his prick lancing up into her unprepared cunt.
"Oh!" Ellen gasped. Then more slowly, "Oooohhh ... oooooohhhhhh."
Strange, that Luis' cock in her cunt could feel so good under the circumstances. It was rape, really, and with men gawking from the doorway. They seemed afraid to come in, maybe afraid of Luis. She remembered the burning house, the day's tension. Suddenly Luis' cock in her cunt became the perfect release. Yes! She'd fuck her troubles away, let one good ripping orgasm strip the fear and tension from her!
Ellen began to fuck back, but when she'd begun to get really excited, Luis suddenly rolled over, clasping her tightly to him. "Oh!" Ellen gasped. Suddenly she found herself sitting on top of Luis, straddling his loins, his cock skewering into her cunt from below. "Why did you do that?" she gasped.
Luis smiled, a slow, wicked smile. He was looking beyond her, to something in the corner. "Macho ... come here," the Indian said. Clasping his arms tightly around Ellen, he held her to him, thrusting up with his hips, forcing Ellen's lower body higher than her head.
Then, as Macho's cold nose brushed her ass, she realized what Luis was doing. He was trying to get the dog to fuck her! But that was impossible. Luis already had her cunt stuffed full of his cock. There was no room for Macho's prick, unless...
"No!" Ellen shrieked. "Don't let .him fuck me in the ass! His cock'll split me in two!"
But the only answer from Luis was a sarcastic laugh. "Too bad, gringo," he murmured into her ear.
Ellen was still screaming when Macho mounted her ass. He was his usual direct self. His cock tip probed near Ellen's cunt, found her vagina already filled, then slid higher.
"Aaaaauuuugggghhhh," Ellen grunted as the dog's prick tore into her tightly puckered ass-hole. It felt as if someone had rammed a hot poker up into her guts. She tried to scramble forward, but Luis' strong arms and the dog's forelegs easily held her in place. "Please! Make him stop! He's killing me!" Ellen sobbed. She had never been in such agony in her life.
"Make up your mind to get used to it, senorita," Luis growled. "We're both going to fuck you until we cum. You only make it harder on yourself, struggling."
Half-fainting with pain, Ellen realized Luis was right. Fighting back was only tightening the sphincter muscles around her ass-hole. She forced herself to relax. Almost immediately the pain lessened. She was able to sort out many separate feelings now-the feel of the rough dirty carpet against her naked knees, Luis' cock up inside her cunt, and strangest of all, Macho's cock, pounding in and out of her rectum.
God, was she full! Full of cock! Both cocks were pounding up into her lower body in synchronization, separated inside by only a thin membrane. She felt so full!
Grateful to be released from the pain, grateful to be alive at all, Ellen went a little crazy. She completely surrendered herself to the two cocks skewering into her body. "Oooohhhh, God ... yes ... yes!" she whimpered. "It feels so good! Fuck me! Fuck me hard with your wonderful cocks!"
Ellen began to fuck back wildly, slamming her ass down and back, feeling Luis' big organ slide deep into her cunt, Macho's bigger one reaming out her guts. Her belly began to glow with lust. She screamed and moaned, cursed and panted. In the doorway, the watching men stared in awe at the beautiful white woman, lying on top of one of their own, pinned down by a dog fucking her from behind. They talked in low, shocked tones among themselves.
They watched as the lewdly locked trio on the floor came together, Ellen writhing and moaning wildly, Luis giving one hoarse cry of triumph, while the dog yipped loudly. The wet squish of cocks drumming in and out of cum-filled orifices filled the tiny room. The rich smell of rutting drifted to the men's nostrils.
Finally it was over. Macho hopped down, licking his cock clean. Luis contemptuously rolled Ellen from him, his cock slithering wetly from her stretched cunt. He got to his feet and began pulling up his pants. When Ellen started to get up, suddenly very self-conscious about being naked in front of the gawking men, he shoved her back down. "No ... you stay," he snapped. "I am the only one leaving here!"
"But ... but you can't!" Ellen gasped. "Not with them!"
"Yes ... with them," Luis chuckled. "They are your new owners. I have sold you to them."
Ellen was too shocked to reply. She watched Luis pick up the pouch with all the money. She saw now why the men had stayed away from him. He shoved a forty-five pistol into his belt. From the cold look on his face she knew there was no use arguing with him, not after seeing what he'd done to Phil and Juan and Maria.
Luis turned to walk out, thought a moment, then turned back. "Macho," he called to the dog. "Come!"
"No! No!" Ellen pleaded. "At least leave me the dog ... something familiar!"
"Don't be a fool, senorita. He is valuable. There are not many dogs who fuck women. I will sell him."
Then he was gone. Macho followed him out, turning once to look at Ellen, still lying on the floor. There was no other sound until Ellen heard the roar of the car's engine. Then even that faded away into the distance.
She saw a movement by the door, then a giggle. The men were coming inside! The nearest to her were already untying the ropes that held up their pants. A flash of quickly hardening cock.
Ellen shrank into a whimpering ball of fear as the first rough, work-hardened hands dug into her tits, pawed at her cunt. It was going to be horrible.
But then a spark of courage welled up in her. She wasn't dead yet! While there was life, there was a chance to escape!
Forcing herself, she smiled up at the men, slowly spreading her legs, feeling Luis' and Macho's sperm dribble out of her cunt, out of her painfully tingling ass. "Come and get it, you bastards," she said, masking the words of a hate with a smile of invitation.
