Filmed With Dogs Chapter 5

Chapter 5


Charlotte finished showering and wrapped a towel around her wet, naked body. She fluffed her hair and left for the kitchen, starving for some food. Sucking Khan had given her a ravenous appetite.

"You look delicious in that towel," Felicia said, looking up as Charlotte padded into the kitchen. "Doesn't she, Craig?"

Craig's smile widened. "Fantastic!" He set his coffee down to admire her.

Charlotte basked in their compliments. She felt wonderful, excitement coursed through her veins. She felt their eyes on every move she made as she fixed herself some toast. She dropped into a chair, taking her first bite of the hot buttered toast.

"God, I'm hungry."

"You shouldn't be with all that cum you drank this morning." Felicia turned to Craig. "You should have seen her, up in the bedroom, turning Khan into a puppy with her mouth. I thought she was going to bite his damn prick off."

Craig leered across the table at their guest. "I remember her mouth on my prick. She's as good as you, Felicia."

Their conversation swelled Charlotte's ego. "Maybe I'll suck you off again today, Craig," she said to him, holding his eyes with her own.

"I'll be looking forward to it." He stood up and kissed his sister, then walked over to Charlotte. He whisked off the towel she wore with one quick yank and grinned. "You look better this way." He squeezed one of her firm, pliant tits and planted a kiss on her cheek. "Keep it hot and wet. I'll be back in a few minutes. I need a shower."

After Craig left, Charlotte looked to Felicia. "I don't believe how relaxed I am. Christ, last week, I was a ... now look at me." She shook her head, the random half-thoughts conveying their meaning clearly to
Felicia.

Felicia nodded. "George is going to love the new you." She wriggled out of her robe and stood up. "If you're gonna be naked, there's no reason for me to wear anything." She rubbed her tits. "C'mon into the other room."

Charlotte followed the tall, exquisitely built blonde. She anticipated something exciting. "Do you have something planned?" she asked Felicia.

"I do, yes." Felicia dropped to the couch and spread her legs, Khan going between them and dining on the oozing lips of his mistress's pussymeat. "You ready to fuck this horny devil?"

Charlotte's legs buckled as she stumbled to a chair. "Ohhhh, Felicia, isn't sucking him enough for one day?" She was trembling. "I still haven't gotten over taking his prick in my mouth."

Felicia laughed, parting the lips of her cunt as Khan slipped his tongue deep inside. "Ooooo, Christ!" She squirmed on the couch, her cunt muscles milking his tongue as it invaded her pussy. "Don't be a
shit."

Craig came into the room, his groin tightening into a ball as he saw his sister's legs spread wide and Khan feasting on her blonde cunt. He walked over to Charlotte, his gargantuan prick pressing against the towel that was wrapped around his waist.

"You can pull my towel off me," he laughed to Charlotte.

Charlotte tore her eyes away from Felicia's pussy and the hungry dog's snout and gazed at the tent Craig's cock formed in the towel. She giggled and grabbed his prick.

"You're as bad as the damn dog, always hard and horny!"

"Why don't you do something about it?" Craig moaned as her hand mauled his prick.

She yanked the towel away, caressing his long thick prick as it jutted out like a thick spear. "You're so damn big, Craig." She drooled at his giant, veiny shaft. "My pussy is still sore from last night."

Craig tossed his head back and roared with laughter. He grabbed her slim waist with one of his bear-like hands and pulled her small, almost childlike, body up.

He was taller than his sister and Charlotte's head came only to his nipples. He put his hands under her arms and lifted her up as if she were weightless. He plastered his mouth on hers, plunging his tongue
beyond her lips into her throat.

Charlotte melted against his huge towering frame, locking her legs around his hips. She sucked greedily on his invading tongue, her arms wrapping around his neck. "Ohhh, Christ, Craig, you're so damned
strong." She wriggled against his massive body, her tits scraping into the coarse hair of his chest.

His hands dropped to her ass, cupping each rounded cheek. "You're a sexy little piece, Lotty. George is very lucky to have you."

She toyed with his mouth, licking her tongue across his face, biting impishly on his lips with her teeth. "He's a lot luckier now, than before I came here." She wriggled her ass. "I feel your cock, Craig."

"Slip it in," he groaned, holding her in his powerful grip.

Charlotte tossed her full head of dark-red hair back, the soft strands swishing across her bare shoulders. She looked over at Felicia and Khan. "Should I?" she asked her.

Felicia looked up, a dazed, tormented expression on her face. Khan's tongue was turning her blood to boiling steam. She nodded. "Fuck him blind." She lashed her pussy at her pet's snout. "Make him cry uncle." She spread her swollen pussy lips to accommodate Khan's muzzle jamming all the way into her pussy. She screamed, trembling in spasms.

Charlotte bit her lip and wiggled down, taking the bloated head of Craig's cock between the velvety folds of her cuntlips. "Unnn, you're stretching me." She leaned back, confident of his strength. Her tits
ached, the nipples were sore. She scratched her nails along his wide chest, leaving thin red lines in their wake. "You want it all in me?"

Craig leered at the sex kitten squirming in his arms. "You keep scratching and I'll drop you. "

"If you do, you won't get fucked," Charlotte giggled, her ass squirming, her body begging to be filled with his bloated prick. She twisted her hips, taking more of his thick cock into her pussy. She
latched her arms around his neck again. "I'll hold, you play with my tits." She was the complete female animal, no more hangups or shyness. She was totally at ease. "Squeeze them."

Craig pawed the soft flesh of Charlotte's tits. He enjoyed the tiny package of dynamite. She was the opposite of his sister, small, like a child. He kneaded her tits, feeling the bullet tips pressing against
his palms. His prick throbbed in the heated furnace of her pussy.

"Ahhhhh," Charlotte cried, wriggling down and gulping the rest of his prick into her pussy. She twisted and churned, her hips rotating in frantic circles, her pussy muscles pulsing around his buried prick.

"Sweet little baby," Craig groaned, his voice deep and powerful. He spanned her hips with his fingers as she clung to him precariously. "Gonna give you a wild, crazy ride, sweet thing."

She looked at him, her emerald green eyes glittering desirously, her mouth glistening as she licked her lips. "Yessss," she hissed, her limbs curled around him like the tendrils of an octopus. "Rip me apart,
Craig. Give a nice, fast fuck ride." She held tight around his neck, easing up her grip with her legs. "Do it! Do it! Fuck me!"

Staring her directly in the face, Craig raised her off his prick until only the head was immersed in her cunt juices. "Ready?" he groaned.

"Uh huh." She trembled in anticipation. Her pussy pulsated and the tight walls waited greedily to be filled with cock again. "Yeaaaaah!"

He caught her as she sucked in air and slammed her lithe, lightweight body down on his cock. His cockhead pierced her tight, spongy cunt and stretched her to the limit. He held her tight, his cock stuffed to the hilt, rocking her hips back and forth and screwing her down on his prick.

She squealed in joyous delight. She creamed, warm lubricating juices flowing from her cushiony pussy down over his buried cock, greasing it for action. Her body twitched and her hips rotated in sync with his brutish jerks.

"Ohhh, Craig, you fuck great!"

Craig's head spun deliriously. The hot little bitch on his cock was a wildcat. He gritted his teeth, the muscles in his jaw hardening. He lifted her up, then slammed her down, again and again. He watched her joyous expression turn to lust, then crazed desire. He picked up speed, his huge, muscular arms plunging her body down on his enormous cock, then lifting her up the next instant.

Charlotte's entire body bobbed at a reckless pace as she was hurled up and down. Her tits bounced, her dark-red hair swung to-and-fro and her cunt slammed down onto the solid lump of gorgeous cockmeat.

His tree trunk legs held them both, his feet firmly planted on the floor. The hammering ache in his balls enraged him, spurring him on. The shuddering warmth of her cunt engulfed him, compelled him to cum.

She squealed in heavenly bliss, jerking and twisting as he speared her pussy with every bulky inch of his long cock. Her tits swelled with passion, her head snapped from side to side, and her arms held him
tighter as her body flew up and down. She urged him on, using her body and her drumming cunt muscles to torture his plowing cock.

As he relentlessly impaled her on his prick, she twisted and gyrated her hips, making each slam more exciting. She lashed her body at him, grinding her cunt down and catching his rhythm. "Cream meee, you hard giant! Cream meeee!" she panted heavily. "Squirt it all the way up into my throat." She humped forward, her clit scraping against his tough groin as he rammed her down hard.

Craig strained. His thighs ached and his arms pained him. But he didn't stop. Her voice and her hot, sizzling impish grin burned into his brain. His cum-swelled hard-on enlarged and hardened. His heavy balls rumbled to be relieved of their heavy aching load. He brought her up and slammed her down at blinding speed, his balls erupting, his prick spewing jet streams of cum into her gulping pussy.

"I'm cuminggg!" His voice roared like thunder and ricocheted off the four walls. His spouting prick saturated Charlotte's pussy with its continuous load. "I'm cuming!"

"I can feel it," Charlotte squealed, his cum flooding her pussy. "Ooooo, Craig!" She went insane on his cock. She tried to claw her way to the peak, scratching her way to an orgasm that seemed to float
somewhere out of reach. "Fuck me! Harder! Faster!"

The muscles in Craig's arms surged with power. He plummeted the slim, naked woman up and down on his spearhead cock, his cum overflowing her pussy and running down his huge balls and taut thighs. His eyes bulged, grunting gasps rasped from his heaving chest and lungs. He growled like a mountain lion, humping and slamming his cock into Charlotte's pussy with all his might.

Charlotte attained the summit and hovered, unable to go over into bliss. She began to wail helplessly. Racking moans blended with Craig's deep thunderous roars. She felt the hot cum squirt in deep, then ooze out of her clinging cuntlips. Her grasp was weakening from around his neck. She was becoming hysterical. Her hands came away, and she fell back, a piercing scream filling the room.

Still climaxing, Craig held onto her body, his bearlike hands clasped around her trim willowy waist. He grunted loudly, his body shaking as the last of his orgasm tore through his groin and blasted from his
prick. His chest was heaving and his eyes were glued to Charlotte as she swayed uncaringly on his dying cock.

He eased her up. Using the last remaining ounce of strength he possessed he took her quivering, twisting body off his prick. "I've had it," he panted. "Christ, you totally drained me, sweet thing."

Charlotte was distraught. She slithered down his long muscular body like a wriggling sensuous snake. She whimpered, trembling in a nebulous cloud, unable to descend, needing to climax, needing the release of her mounting passion. She licked the droplets of cum that ran down his thickset thighs. Her tongue darted out, lapping his sticky balls and tasting her own flavorful pussy cream along with his gooey cum. Her tongue busily lapped up his limp meaty cock as it hung like a fallen tree against his thigh. She sucked it, trying to breathe life back into it.

Craig grunted and flung himself down in a chair. "Go use your mouth on Khan," he moaned, pushing her away from his exhausted prick. "He'll fuck you."

Charlotte's face brightened as she crawled over to the giant dog who was lapping noisily between Felicia's thighs. She licked his hind leg, nibbling on it, insane with passion, completely engrossed in her own wanton desires.

Felicia saw the crazed Charlotte and giggled. "Don't bite him." Her tone was heavily laced with lust. "I saw what you did to Craig. You ready for Khan?" She squirmed her soft ass on the couch.

Charlotte hissed and stood up on wobbly legs. "First, I wanna give him a ride."

She straddled the giant Doberman, rubbing her cum-filled pussy along his back and soaking his glistening black coat with a mixture of cum and pussy cream. She glared at Felicia who was receiving the tonguing of her life.

Khan's tongue invaded the steamy depths of Felicia's pussy. Hot shivery waves of bliss swept over her elegant body as the Doberman's tongue reamed her. She reached down between her legs and grabbed Khan by the ears, riding his digging snout in agonizing pleasure. She ground her clit into his hard teeth.

Charlotte watched the mask of passion drop over Felicia's face. "Ohhhh, God, Felicia. Cream the fucker! Cummmmmmm! Christ, cummmmmmm!"

Charlotte humped her pussy along the dog's lean back, her clit in torturous contact with his short-haired coat. Backwards brought sighs, forward, against the grain, brought whimpering sobs. Her eyes bugged
out as she watched Felicia soar into her orgasm.

"I'm cuming on Khan's mouth!" Felicia screamed, humping the dog and suckling his reaming tongue with her cunt muscles. "I'm cuminggggg!" Her eyes rolled, focusing on Charlotte's lithe naked frame straddling the dog, her small, perfectly formed tits bouncing wildly.

Charlotte drooled, her eyes glued to Felicia's lush, statuesque body in the throes of orgasm--her huge creamy tits jerking, her head lolling on her shoulders, the blonde hair whipping back and forth across her face, hips jerking and thighs clenching tightly onto the beast's buried head. This erotic spectacle kept Charlotte at the peak, swirling in a pink haze of lust, but she was still unable to take the final leap into rapture.

Felicia arched her back. Her legs parted and she shoved downward with her cunt, smashing her clit into the dog's mouth and jowls. Another series of orgasms washed over her and she lost sight of Charlotte's
naked body, greying out. She shuddered and collapsed-back on the couch with a mass of tingly fires throughout her body.

"Ohhhh, shit," Charlotte moaned, riding the dog's back as he licked his chops clean of his mistress's cum-cream. She jerked her body on his back and tiny shock waves exploded at the base of her skull as she sought to cum without him fucking her.

She screamed as one orgasm rippled through her pussy with the promise of more to come. It toppled her from the dog's back and she sprawled out on the floor, writhing like a snake.

"I have to cum!" She caught sight of the red prick hanging between Khan's hind legs. "Oooo, Khan! It's just the two of us." She rolled to the tame animal, reaching for his cock. "Everyone else has creamed-- Felicia on you, Craig in me." She stroked his prick, rubbing it into a hard throbbing steel girder.

Felicia dropped down to the floor beside Charlotte, caressing her skin and massaging the soft flesh between Charlotte's thigh. "His cock is the answer to your problem," she purred. "It feels nice in your hand. It'll feel great in your cunt."

"I know, I know!" Charlotte squealed, enjoying her self-torture. "I know it will."

She rolled under the dog's belly and lifted her head to lick his balls. She nipped the tip of his cock, making him whine.

Quickly, she rolled out. "I'm a hot bitch in heat, and he's my stud." She hauled herself to her hands and knees, whimpering madly for Khan's doggie cock to plunge into her hot pussy. "I'm all empty now. It oozed out all over my legs. I need another load." Her tits swayed as she wriggled her ass in Felicia's face. "Help him to fuck me. I want his cum in my pussy."

Felicia purred, stroking her dog's back and getting her hand wet with pussy juice. "C'mon, boy." She let him sniff the swollen lips of Charlotte's cunthole. "Sniff it out good, boy. This is what you're going to get."

Khan, sensing he was going to get his nuts off, barked. He drove his muzzle into Charlotte's pussy and lapped up her flowing cunt-cream, drinking the last oozing drops of Craig's cum. His meaty cock ached and he was anxious to mount the naked woman.

Felicia calmed him with her hand. "Hold steady, Lotty." She calmed Charlotte with her voice.

"Ohhh, God," Charlotte wailed, trembling as she presented her body to the huge beast. "Ohhh, God, get his cock inside me. I'm going crazy!"

Felicia helped the monstrous Doberman up onto Charlotte's back. "Hold steady," she soothed the nervous bundle of sex.

"I can't," Charlotte moaned, feeling the weight of the dog as his front paws rested on her back. "Ohhh, GOD! He can't get his cock in me!" She began to shake as the spearing cock tip whacked into her ass cheeks and the back of her thighs. "Help him! Help HIM!"

Deftly, Felicia guided Khan's thick meaty cock into Charlotte's pussy. She kept her fingers there feeling the dog slicing through soft cuntlips. "Better?"

"Ooooo, GOD in heaven ... yesssss!" Charlotte cried. "He's tearing me apart. His cock is, aaaooohhh! Felicia, oooooh!"

She held steady, bearing the dog's lunging weight and riding the fury of his stabbing prick. She turned her head, not believing what she saw. She was getting fucked by a dog! This was no drugged illusion, no trick, this was really happening to her. Seeing the dog behind her plunging his cock into her cunt almost made her faint.

Khan yelped as his elongated cock sliced through the cushiony hole of Charlotte's pussy. He held onto her, his front paws clamped on either side of Charlotte's back, his hairy hind legs dancing in place. He
maintained his balance while fucking Charlotte's wet pussy hole with quick and careless plunges.

Charlotte thrilled, taking a doggie cock made her happy. She shoved back at Khan's lunging prick, gulping his cock with her body and rocking her hips back and forth, turning the dog into a whimpering,
yelping beast.

Felicia mauled Charlotte's tits and pinched her blood-gorged clit. She squeezed the dog's cock when it appeared from out of Charlotte's gooey cunt and shivered when his cock slid through her fingers back into the snug, tight pussy. Felicia dropped down onto her back, drooling at the sight of Khan's hairy balls slapping back and forth with his lunging body. The sight was so overwhelming, Felicia was about to cream.

Charlotte was in seventh heaven. She didn't care what Felicia was doing. All she cared about was the dog and the fantastic fuck he was giving her.

"C'mon, Khan, fuck me! Fuck meee!" Her voice rose an octave, Khan's cock slamming deep. "YESSSS!"

Khan whined, blanketing Charlotte's white, creamy body with his muscular frame. His powerful hind legs kept him steady, his body heaving forward, thrusting his prick at a fantastic speed into Charlotte's small, vulnerable frame. His front paws squeezed as he leaned forward, his tongue lolling out, drool dribbling onto her back. He fucked his prick in to the root time after time after time.

Charlotte felt the fur of his body, his wet tongue, his hot panting breath, and the unending joy of his thick cunt-splitting cock. She rocked. She found herself being drawn toward her orgasm, an orgasm that had eluded her. She stiffened her arms as the brute-force of Khan's horrendous jabs almost knocked her off balance.

She turned her head and saw that Craig was watching. "He's great! GOD! Soooo fast!" she said to him.

The dog's blinding speed had Charlotte reeling. She pushed back, wriggling her ass, hearing the beast yelp. "Oooo! Oooo! OOOOH!" She was delirious now, rocking in the cadence of Khan's violent jabs. His lunging cock expanded to full-size, bloated by his heavy load of cum.

Khan's fury swept them both up in its path. His prick whipped through her grease-lined cunt. His balls were swinging like lead weights, the cum bubbling like an active volcano. He was ready to spew his lava and drench the cunt in his path.

Charlotte sensed the new and demanding urgency in the dog's slamming body. "He's gonna cum! He's gonna cummmmm!"

She became insane with that one thought. It set her own orgasm into motion. Swiftly, she attained the summit and was catapulted into endless space. Just knowing the dog was about to spray her pussy was
all she needed to take that final step.

"I'm cuming!" she screamed, her high-pitched voice shrieking. "I'm cum ... ingggg on a dog!"

She went off the deep end. She began to thrash and jerk against the dog's heavy pounding body like a bronco trying to throw its rider. She humped and churned, drool seeping out of the corners of her mouth.

"I'm cuming everyone!"

Charlotte's shrieking announcement and the gushing pussy-cum that drenched his ramming cock drove the horny animal into his own cyclonic orgasm. He barked, his prick spewing a geyser of doggie jizz into Charlotte's climaxing pussy. He lifted his head to howl his bliss, his black eyes shining, his tongue swaying as he pummeled Charlotte with his gushing cock.

"He's creaming me!" she cried hysterically. "He's creaming my pussy! I can feel it!" She turned, seeing the dog's face. "Oooooooo! Cummmm you fuckin' beast! Cum all over me with your gorgeous cock!"

She rode the fury of the high-strung animal. Her cum mixed with his, drenching her climaxing cunt to the limit. It oozed out of her cunt like lava, wetting the back of her thighs and the dog's swinging balls.
It splattered Khan's hairy legs as he lashed in and out of her cum- drenched pussy. She opened her  mouth to scream as another violent orgasm swept through her pussy, toppling her over. She dropped to her face, her ass perched high, her pussy still being pounded with all the fury of a hurricane.

"AGHHHH!" she screeched, clawing the rug with her fingers and rocking her ass back and forth, impaled on the dog's prick. As he continued to ram her into oblivion, she battled him, forcing herself back up on the palms of her hands, her arms stiff and straight, holding her weight. Her pussy felt like raw meat. The room was spinning. Everything turned fuzzy.

"AAAAAYIEEEEE!" she screamed, her voice trailing off. She surrendered to the soft cloud of unconsciousness and blacked out. She tumbled to the floor, the sudden drop deprived the beast of her wet cunt.

Khan barked, the last drops of his cum spitting from his pointed cock tip.

Charlotte trembled as she lay on the rug, her battered body completely satisfied. She was fucked out, exhausted, but happy. Whimpering cries came from her open mouth as she slowly came out of the grey numbing world she had drifted into. She rolled and sat up, propping herself against a chair.

She looked first at the dog licking himself, then at Craig smiling, and then at Felicia, who was also smiling. "I hope you all enjoyed the show."

"Immensely!" Craig said, rubbing his limp cock. "It almost makes me want to fuck you again."

"Oh, no," Charlotte moaned, clamping her legs together. "No more fucking for me until I shower and have a nice cozy nap. I'm beat."

"What about me?" Felicia purred. "You could at least let me lick you clean."

Charlotte staggered to her feet. "See your brother. Have fun with him. I'm going up to shower, then sleep."

On achy legs, she staggered upstairs, a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach. A few minutes later, she stood under the steady raining spray of the shower, thinking about how much she had changed in such a short time and how much George would like it.

Filmed With Dogs Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Charlotte rolled over in the soft bed, luxuriating in the black satin sheets. She stretched with a gaping yawn and kicked the covers off her lithe naked body. She sat up, her face bright, relaxed, her eyes alert and full of life.

She stretched again, her tits rising, the nipples pointing toward the door. It had been three days since she had knocked on Felicia's front door, three days of discovering herself and her desires. At first, she had been over come with shock, then shock gave way to disbelief, and the night before disbelief had been displaced by her own passions.

Without the drug, she had become the temptress, flaunting herself at Felicia and her handsome brother, Craig. After dinner, she had ended up in bed with them both for one of the most fantastic fucks of her life.
Except for the rare moments with George when she had let her hair down, this one had been the best. A new beginning.

A knock on the door brought her back to the present. "C'mon in," she purred contentedly. Since she had succumbed to her passion, the door was kept unlocked.

Felicia pushed open the door and came in. Khan was by her side, obedient and ever alert. "How do you feel this morning?"

A soft dreamy expression swept over Charlotte's beautiful face. She fell back on the bed and laughed. "Marvelous, Felicia. Absolutely marvelous!" She slapped the bed and smacked her lips at the jet-black
Doberman. "C'mon, Khan, come up here."

Felicia tapped the monstrous dog on the rump and he leaped up on the bed, wagging his stub of a tail and panting happily, his long tongue drooping out the side of his mouth.

Felicia watched with an interested eye and a twinge of satisfaction. Her judgment about the petite woman and her dormant passions had been right. It made her feel good.

"Ooooo, you handsome pooch," Charlotte purred. She hugged the large beast with the glossy black fur. "Today is going to be our day," she told him, squeezing him affectionately around his thick neck and
rubbing her tits into his fur.

Felicia sat on the edge of the bed, her large tits jiggling under her flimsy black lace robe. She stroked Khan's rump, enjoying Charlotte's enthusiasm. "You ready to come down to breakfast?"

"I don't know," Charlotte said, feeling deliciously naughty, just like when she had played hooky from school. "Maybe I'll just lay around in bed all day and play with my pussy--or yours--or Khan's cock."

"Feeling pretty good, huh?"

"Better than good! Terrific! Last night was something out of a dream. All week has been like a dream." An exciting tremor swept through her as Khan licked her face and neck. Instinctively, she backed away as
some of her old fears surged through her.

"You still have a few of your fears to iron out," Felicia laughed. She pulled the Doberman over to her by his studded collar. "I guess you'll still have them for a while."

"Not for long," Charlotte vowed. "Not after seeing all the things I've been missing and how repressed I've been. If George could see me now!"

She giggled devilishly, fondling herself freely, kneading the flesh of her tingling skin, no longer shy, no longer ashamed of the sexual feelings she had always denied herself.

"George would be proud. Speaking of George," Charlotte said abruptly, "how did you ever fix it so he wouldn't worry about me when I didn't show up at my sister's?"

"I was wondering when you'd get around to asking," Felicia said, a grin on her face, her blue eyes sparkling devilishly.

"I was going to ask you, but I've either been fucking or sleeping. And last night--the three of us, you and your brother and me--we sort of got carried away."

"You mean, you got carried away," Felicia corrected. "It made me feel good to see you act so naturally--and without the drug too." Felicia stroked the quiet dog's head, her long fingers touching his jowls.

Charlotte leered at the huge black-haired beast, her eyes bright, glistening with a desire to take the dog on her own. She blinked. "About George ... I want to know how you managed it."

'fit was simple," Felicia paused. "George knows all about it." She let the statement hang.

Charlotte's face reddened with shock, then blazed with rage. "The rotten bastard!" she snarled maliciously, her jaw tight. "The dirty rotten fuckin' bastard!" She was breathing hard, anger welling up inside of her small, compact body.

Felicia stroked Charlotte's slender leg. "Think about it for a moment, Lotty. George did you a favor." Her hand skimmed up the small woman's thigh to her pussy mound and the thick foliage of dark-red curly cunt
hair. She kept her hand there, cupping the furry mound. "He loves you."

"Then why this?" At that moment she hated him, hated her husband with all her heart.

Felicia's hand began to move almost imperceptibly on Charlotte's pussy, caressing the soft mound with her palm. "If you think about it, you'll know why. You've been married quite some time now and George has asked you to do many things, but you've constantly refused him. You wouldn't try anything different, or even give him the notion that you would consider it. Your sex-life has been very dull."

Charlotte was calming down and the words rang true, only too true. She blinked, a tear rolling down her flushed cheek, and she heaved a heavy sigh. She found herself nodding in agreement.

"He could have said, the hell with you, and had affairs or divorced you, but he loves you. He wanted you free from your hang-ups and the way you were raised by your parents so that you two could enjoy the rest of your lives together."

Charlotte felt foolish. Every word Felicia said was true. She had been, except for rare occasions, very selfish in bed, accepting, never giving--only receiving.

"How did he meet you?" Charlotte finally asked. She squirmed, Felicia's thumb going into her cunt.

"I've known George for a long time. Craig introduced us."

"Did you ever fuck George?"

"I made it with him and my brother. And a few times with George and a dog." She smiled at Charlotte. "George certainly got off when I made it with a dog."

Charlotte was amazed and needed to know more. "Was it before we were married?"

"Yes."

Charlotte felt a load being lifted off her shoulders. If he could be faithful while having all the exotic delights at his fingertips, then he must certainly love her.

"I met him again a few months ago," Felicia continued to explain, her thumb turning Charlotte's pussy into a pool of oozing cunt-cream. "We got to talking and the conversation got around to you, and I suggested
this. At first, he was reluctant. Then I explained that if his feelings about your latent sexuality were true, he'd be doing you, as well as himself, a favor. He agreed and we set it up for this week." She slipped three fingers into Charlotte's pussy, feeling the heated wetness. "I hope you understand now."

"Unnnnn," Charlotte hummed, her hips wriggling. She pressed down against the woman's fingers in her cunt--her tantalizing fingers. "You won't say anything about me fucking your brother, will you?"

"It doesn't matter. George understands. He knew that once you were here, my brother and I would both enjoy you."

Charlotte gulped. "He did this all because he wanted me to make it with animals?"

"No," Felicia corrected. "He did it because he loves you and wanted you to enjoy sex the way it should be enjoyed, the way you always inwardly wanted to enjoy sex, but were too afraid to admit to yourself. You did nothing here that you didn't want to do--the drug only heightened those desires that were hiding in you. We only brought them out in the open for you and your husband to enjoy."

Charlotte's head was spinning, half from the torturous fingers in her cunt and half from the knowledge she just received. "Then I might as well learn everything there is about my own sexuality."

"I'm glad you feel that way. George knew that once your barrier was broken and you were home again, you would be a more loving wife and he, in turn, would be able to be a more loving husband. What happens to you in this house will be an experience the two of you can enjoy over and over again in the future. Most of your visit here has been filmed. The films are a present from me."

Felicia took off her robe. "How would you like to have a taste of Khan's prick before we go down to breakfast?"

Charlotte's head whirled. "Whewwwww," she sighed. "I ... I ..."

"Think of George and how much pleasure you'll be able to give him once you come to grips with yourself completely. You've already accepted sex with me and three-way sex without the drug. Why not climb over that last hurdle and make it with my handsome Khan?" She placed her juice- stained fingers at Charlotte's mouth. "Taste your own cunt-cream."

Greedily, Charlotte sucked the creamy foam off of Felicia's fingers, enjoying the taste of her own cunt. "I'm nervous," she admitted, "but I want to--not only for George--but for myself." She stared at the dog, seeking courage. She wanted Khan, the ache in her cunt told her that.

Felicia climbed to the head of the bed. Her massive tits bounced as she became comfortable, crossing her long sensuous legs and sitting like an erotic golden statue, her eyes glittering mysteriously. "I'll watch."

Charlotte cuddled up to the dog, rubbing her naked body against his fur. She shivered with a growing desire for him. The dog's fur felt warm against her flesh and she wrapped her arms around his thick neck, letting her fingers trail along his mouth and teeth.

"I'm creaming myself," she sighed aloud, his stubby tail hitting her clit as it wagged. "Even drugged all I ever did was play with him and let him eat me."

"It was all you needed to overcome the initial shock of having sex with animals. You watched me eat him. It's just like eating George."

"I never ate George that much," she confessed.

"I know," Felicia said, then winked. "You two are going to have a lot of catching up to do once you return home."

Charlotte giggled in nervousness. A growing passion soon replaced her uneasiness.

Khan whimpered, squirming on his side, waiting for Charlotte to do something. He lifted his head and licked her face.

Charlotte purred, accepting his affection as she climbed over the giant beast. The thick red hair on her head was tousled and her green eyes mirrored her enthusiasm and lustful desires. Her tits jiggled delicately as she plopped down next to Khan, one of his hind legs between her thighs.

"Gonna suck you, my handsome stud," she said as she licked her lips, stroking his cock sheath. "Gonna suck you off like your mistress does."

Khan slapped his tongue out and curled it into Charlotte's open mouth. He plunged into her throat, then out over her soft lips, trembling in anticipation of what was going to happen to him. He whimpered like a
small pup, his hind leg getting juicy from Charlotte's seeping pussy.

Khan glanced over at his mistress at the head of the bed, his black eyes glassy. His tail wagged slightly, relaying to her that he was happy. Accidentally, his hind leg jabbed into Charlotte's clit.

"Ooooaahhh!" Charlotte cooed, humping the beast's leg. She reached down for his cock again, rubbing his balls urgently. "Ooooo, Khan, get nice and hard for me. Let me see how big I can get you." She devoted all her attention to the docile animal, exercising his devil-cock from its sheath.

She flicked out her tongue, swiping up the drool from Khan's rubbery tongue and slapping her tongue across his pointed fangs. A hot sizzling ripple raced up her spine. Her hand scratched him behind the ear while
her other hand kneaded his cock out of the sheath, bringing it to life.

Khan was wriggling in bliss, the woman's hand making him crazy. He licked her face affectionately, soaking her in doggie spit. His tongue slapped across her eyes and mouth and he whimpered, jerking his head as
Charlotte tried to grab his tongue with her mouth.

"Ohhh, Khan, you do make such a good lover."

Charlotte was swimming in a sea of passion, exotic passion, and she was thrilled. She gouged his large paw through the puffy lips of her scalding hot pussy, scratching her clit with his nails. She jerked in heavenly spasms, her head snapping, her eyes rolling.

Felicia anticipated the last few days with Charlotte and the things they would share with Khan. Her fingers played at her own cunt until her seeping cream coated them. She licked them clean, purring, her blue eyes glued to Charlotte and Khan.

Charlotte dragged the dog's paw through her moist pussy. A spasm rippled through her cunt and was followed by a rumbling tremor when his claw came in contact with her exposed purplish-red clit.

"Uhhhhh, doggie, nice!" She was in heaven.

Closing her thighs, she clamped the dog's leg against her cunt and clit and grabbed his thick sheath, finding his cock sticking out halfway. She stroked him with wild fanaticism, her small, delicate hand riding up and down the thick red glistening cockmeat. She was creaming all over his leg and getting his prick stiff and hard at the same time.

Khan, used to the attention of women, lay docile, his hips moving subtly, whimpering with pleasure. His front paws rested on Charlotte's shoulders and he licked her face again.

Longing to see his cock, Charlotte sat up, her glassy eyes riveted to the red cock that jutted out from between his hairy back legs. Her mouth was dried up, parched from excitement, and her eyes watered with
a sense of euphoria. She had tackled her fear!

She gazed hypnotically at her hand that had held his cock shaft. It was sticky and gooey from his prick and she brought it to her mouth and licked the palm of her hand. She purred out loud, her cheeks flushing
red, her blood boiling in her veins, carrying the lust for the massive beast and his giant cock to every part of her trim, naked body. She was cured of her fear of making it with a dog, in fact, she loved it, even craved it!

Khan looked at Charlotte with longing, wanting something done to his aching cock.

Charlotte knew what he wanted but ignored his whining pleas. She wanted to play, to enjoy what she was doing, before tackling his prick and sucking it. She straddled his mouth with her cunt and jabbed, banging
her clit into his muzzle.

"Bite it, pooch! Bite me!"

"Don't tease him," Felicia moaned, her own lust brimming at the surface. "It's not right to tease. Give him what he wants."

Charlotte turned her head to face the naked woman. "What does he want?" she asked breathlessly, a hot leer on her beautiful face.

"He wants your mouth." Felicia realized that conversation added to Charlotte's stimulation. "He wants to put his nice hard doggie cock in your mouth so he can cream your throat with his cum."

"Ooooo," Charlotte sighed, dizzy with the idea of drinking the cum of a dog. "Ooooo, Felicia! I don't know if I can really do it."

"You can," Felicia purred. "You just want to be coaxed."

Charlotte tossed back her mass of long red hair and laughed in total abandon, completely free of restraint. She humped her cunt at the dog's snout, reveling in his tongue snaking inside her creaming pussy as he
licked her.

"Ooooo, he's eating me! Licking my cunt!" She was ready now, anxious to begin the real delight. She dropped to her side, wriggling down to his cock, her hands gripping the tremendous hard-on that jutted out strong and fierce. "He's sooo big. He'll choke me to death!"

Felicia came down to the foot of the bed to show Charlotte what to do. "Lick it like this," she said, her tongue slithering up the length of the dog's cock. Khan shook.

Charlotte nodded and followed suit, her tongue sliding up the sticky length of Khan's giant cock. She shook from the first contact, pulled her head away and gasped.

"Ohhh, my God, I did it! I really did it!"

"Not quite," Felicia giggled, her huge tits crushed beneath her as she lay on her belly, her rounded ass perched high, her fingers gouging out her own cunt. "Do it again." She humped her fingers, her eyes on fire,
glaring at Charlotte and the dog's cock. "Do it again or I'll suck him off and you'll go hungry." She was hot, bubbling hot, her fingers sticky with Juice.

"Oooo, noooo," Charlotte gasped, going back to Khan's cock. "His prick belongs to me this morning." She licked his prick, bringing her tongue up from his balls, over his extended shaft and across his seeping piss
slot.

Khan shivered, his taut, muscular body rippling with power. His whimpering cries were ignored for the moment as Charlotte continued to use him as a toy.

"Easy, Khan," Charlotte purred, stroking his furry balls and the tight knot at the base of his cock. "Be patient and I'll suck you dry." She giggled, hefting his huge balls in her small hand. "God, he must have a gallon of the stuff in him."

"It'll seem that way when he's coming," Felicia said, keeping herself at a delicious peak, waiting for Charlotte to stop being frivolous and get down to a real blowjob.

With her heart pounding, Charlotte opened her mouth, clamped her lips against his exposed cock, and sucked, her tongue swishing across his prick. She gulped, keeping her mouth around his hulking cock and
sliding ho fused lips back down to his balls. Her courage mounted as she slid back tip his pointed prick with her clinging lips.

Khan whined. Tiny yelps of ecstasy and helplessness came from his huge powerful-looking body. He jerked his back paws and tried to attain a foothold with his front paws. He didn't succeed. He had to cum, but
Charlotte's slow pace wouldn't allow it.

Khan's head turned to his mistress for help, his eyes pleading. Felicia was too involved in watching Charlotte's mouth and too busy with her own pussy to be concerned. The horny beast dropped his head back to the mattress, a pawn to the passions of the two beautiful women.

Felicia sat up abruptly. "Let him fuck your mouth," she exclaimed, her face aglow with desire. "Get on the floor. It'll be so much better!"

Charlotte lifted her head. Her eyes were hazy, flooded with a passion that knew no bounds, and she swallowed uneasily. "I'm afraid ..."

Yet, she craved it. An image of Khan mounting another dog formed in her mind. Her mouth would be the other dog. She would be the bitch. She nodded her approval before she could change her mind. Quickly, she got down on the floor.

"Like this?" she asked excitedly.

"Yes," Felicia hissed. "Lean your head back." She climbed off the bed and snapped her fingers. Khan leaped to her side, whimpering annoyingly. She stroked his head. "You're gonna get it now, boy, don't
worry. The right way."

Charlotte trembled, waiting for Felicia to help the dog into position. "Hurry," she urged, her voice straining, cracking. "Hurry!"

The tall blonde led the giant Doberman between Charlotte's outstretched legs, allowing Khan to lick her face before she helped him up. "Okay, my horny pet, she's all yours." She tapped the bed with her hand, and
Khan barked, immediately understanding. He had done it this way often enough.

Charlotte moaned and uttered a childlike gasp. The monstrous dog slapped his huge paws on the bed and blanketed her head with his body.

Charlotte gazed in panic and lust at the gargantuan cock angled for her mouth. She wiggled into a better position.

In the blink of an eye, Khan was jabbing her face, aiming haphazardly, furiously trying to plant his doggie cock in her mouth. Whimpering and dancing on his back legs, Khan stabbed Charlotte's face, seeking entry
to the wetness of her mouth. But he couldn't find it. His prick jabbed her teeth, her cheeks, her chin, everywhere but where he wanted.

Finally, as Charlotte adjusted her head to accommodate him, he found his mark and his prick delved headlong into her waiting mouth. He let out a woeful howl, mercilessly jabbing, relentlessly thrusting.

Charlotte gagged and choked, his prick spearing down her throat, stretching her wide. She understood why Felicia had chosen this way for her first experience in doggie sucking. There was no way she could change her mind --she belonged to the dog and there was no opportunity to get away. She was grateful to the blonde for her decision. Charlotte knew the dog's first jab would have thrown her into a panic and she
would have taken her mouth away.

His cock tearing into her throat made her concentrate on him. The initial shock had passed and she gripped his haunches, holding him, feeling the power of his slamming body. Her hands flowed up and down his humping frame, her fingers digging into his fur. She experienced strange and wonderful sensations as her mouth was stuffed with doggie cock, and she wallowed in it. She was actually sucking a dog's cock! It
staggered her mind.

Having found the warm wetness of Charlotte's mouth and throat, Khan went insane. Having been tortured for so long, he fucked her face savagely, burrowing his cock in her throat with his massive, pointed cock tip leading the way. He leaned forward for maximum depth, his huge paws firmly planted on the bed, his back paws prancing, maintaining his balance as he wildly fucked the sucking mouth in front of him.

Charlotte found herself shaking in desire. The doggie cock in her mouth was more than she had asked for--wildly exotic and wantonly exciting! She used her tongue, experimenting, enjoying, sucking, her teeth
grazing along his thick prick while he rammed her to the hilt.

Khan howled in raging excitement as her teeth dug along his sensitive prick, his mighty body lashing his cock into her throat at a reckless speed. His prick swelled and his balls ached, his heavy load multiplying.

Charlotte was delirious. She sucked and whipped her tongue along his cock, grating her teeth along the length as he whipped it in and out of her mouth. Reaching under him, she caressed the balls that would soon
rupture and drench her with their burdensome load of cum. She could already feel the warm doggie jism oozing down her throat.

"Play with his ass," Felicia cried in a hoarse tone. "Play with his asshole!"

Felicia's words finally penetrated Charlotte's fuzzy lust-sopped brain. She was so caught up in the dog's fury, that her pussy was creaming against itself. She reached around him and placed her finger on his wrinkled ass opening, grabbing his stubby tail with her other hand while he jabbed his cock brutally down her throat.

Khan went berserk. He lunged to rid his asshole of the finger. The action drove his cock farther down her throat, his heavy balls whacking into her chin. He growled, his rubbery lips drawn back over his pearl-
white fangs. His taut, lean body glistened with a black sheen and his snarl appeared demonic.

"Finger him! Finger-fuck his asshole!" Felicia shouted deliriously.

Charlotte obliged with fervor. She plunged her finger in and out of his ass, feeling the rumbling explosion in his ramming cock that would soon drench her in doggie jizz. But she still was not prepared for the next
thirty seconds.

Khan's neck stretched to the limit as he glared toward the ceiling, his black eyes rolling. The next flurry of blows brought a fireball of jism out his spitting cock tip. He roared his rage, his prick gushing a bubbling outpour of doggie goo into Charlotte's gurgling throat.

Charlotte drank it. Thick clumps of jism splattered against the back of her throat and before she could swallow it all, more followed. A steady barrage of thick wads turned into a river of cum. It flooded her mouth, her throat, and gushed from her nose. She choked and spluttered, doggie cum seeping out the sides of her clinging lips with each horrendous plunge of his prick.

Even with the awesome load, Charlotte never faltered. She swallowed as much as was humanly possible, her cheeks full of doggie cum. It poured down her throat. She took the dog's savage pace, her finger still embedded in his asshole. Her finger was held deep, crooked, her nail scratching his tight ass wall.

Khan became enraged at not being able to rid the finger in his ass. He yelped, humping her face, his hind legs performing some kind of erotic dance to keep his balance. His ass jerked in an effort to dislodge the annoying finger. His prick plowing her tight throat with a constant deluge of hot molten doggie spume.

Charlotte swooned under the devastating attack. She used her teeth on his plowing prick, driving and urging him to greater feats of speed. She sucked his thick cock and drank his river of cum before it dried up into a last few dying spurts.

She held him, refusing to let him go. She was in shock, her teeth clamped onto his prick. Her body was stunned, cum dribbling from her nose and her lips.

Khan growled his discontent and battled the imprisoning mouth. He sprang forward, landing on the bed, his aching prick finally free from the maniac who had tortured him.

Felicia stared at Charlotte, an expression of disbelief on her face. Charlotte did it on her first try! She saw the cum oozing from the dazed woman and pounced on her, licking her face, sucking her mouth, and drinking the cum that Charlotte, in her lust-dulled state, had forgotten to swallow.

Finished, Felicia sat back on her haunches with a hot, sultry grin on her face.

"How did I do?" Charlotte asked in a daze.

"Fabulous!"

"You think George will like it?"

"He'll cream his pants. Now, you go shower and come down to breakfast."

Charlotte nodded, still overwhelmed. She hauled herself to her feet. She swung her ass on the way to the bathroom as if she were selling it on a street corner.

"You certainly know how to pick them, George," Felicia muttered to herself. The spent Doberman walked slowly by her side as she left. "You certainly have got one fantastic wife!"

Filmed With Dogs Chapter 3

Chapter 3


"You bitch!" Charlotte spat at the tall exquisite blonde petting her sleek, black Doberman. "YOU rotten bitch!"

Felicia was smiling down at her, her whole body tingling, waiting for the subtle change to occur in Charlotte's behavior. "Don't be so nasty," she purred. "It's for your own good."

Already Charlotte was beginning to feel the effects of the drug. "Why?" she sobbed, "why?"

"Let's just say I have a desire to help people overcome their inhibitions so they can enjoy themselves to the fullest capacity. I can already see you agree with my ideals."

"You are a bitch, you know?" Charlotte was wavering. She could feel her muscles relaxing. Her heart was thumping erratically and she could feel herself succumbing to the influence of the drug.

"Yes, a hot bitch who likes eating your pussy."

A dreamy smile played at Charlotte's dainty mouth. "I wish it wasn't true, but I loved eating you, too." She saw the dog in a different frame of mind. The pictures she had seen of him and his mistress clouded her thoughts. They seemed so erotic now. "He's so sexy, in a demonic why."

"Isn't he?" Felicia agreed.

Felicia walked across the room and sat in a chair, spreading her legs. Khan went immediately between them, nuzzling his pointed snout in her blonde cunt mound. His cold nose wriggled happily through the lace of
her crotchless panties to her seething pussy.

Felicia murmured dreamily as Khan's tongue slipped inside her cunt. "He's so fantastic! I don't know how you can refuse him." Her ass squirmed in the chair, her blonde pussy humping at her dog's snout. Her
face was masked in lust, her long fingers pawing her fleshy tits inside the lacy bra.

Charlotte drooled. Watching Khan digging his snout into the other woman's cunt made every nerve in her body tingle. She yearned for the same!

Charlotte licked her lips and crawled over to them. "I won't refuse him now," she told her captor. Sitting on her haunches, the naked Charlotte petted the beast's black fur, her hands caressing him lovingly, hypnotically, every sense geared toward having this giant dog. "Let him lick me."

Felicia leered down at the kneeling Charlotte. "Only after you've salved Khan's feelings. You were very rude to him and he is very sensitive. You have to make it up to him." The dog's tongue was heaven between her hot pussy-lips. She squirmed in the chair and scratched the dog's head as he licked her.

Charlotte rubbed her tits against Khan's shiny coat and stroked the dog's flanks. His short-haired coat prickled her sensitive skin like tiny needles. "Ooooo! I want him. I want him between my legs."

"Touch his cock first," Felicia demanded in a light, dreamy voice. "Touch Khan's prick."

"Yessss," Charlotte agreed. Her trembling hand slid down under the dog's belly toward his cock sheath. She was shaking, her mouth salivating as she remembered seeing his enormous prick in the photographs. Her hand touched the furry hard-skinned sheath. Her fingers skimmed around it, feeling its size and imagining what his cock would look like.

"It won't stick out," Charlotte whimpered, pouting, longing for the dog's cock more than ever. She needed the joy it would bring, the joyshe saw on Felicia's beautiful face as Khan licked her foamy cunt.

"Play with it, Lotty. It'll grow. You get it hard and I'll let you have him for your pussy."

"Mmmmm," Charlotte moaned lightheadedly, stroking the dog's cock sheath with more determination. She wanted to get him hard. She squeezed the sheath, stroking, pulling and jerking back and forth with her fingers. Rubbing her tits into his fur, she trembled, her inhibitions melting. She was slipping lower--she had to see his prick!

"Felicia!" she gasped in delight. "It's sticking out! It's coming out for me!"

With her fingers gently stroking, urging the dog on, she glared at the emerging red tip of Khan's wonderful prick. It filled her with passion and she played with his sticky prick and dangling balls, thrilling to see his cock growing larger and larger right before her very eyes.

Felicia was floating on a soft sensuous cloud as Khan's tongue slurped up the sticky froth that constantly seeped from her cuntlips. She stared at the naked Charlotte who was laboriously working the Doberman
into a frenzy.

"Is it hard yet?" she sighed, ramming her cunt into her dog's digging snout.

"Yesss," Charlotte answered triumphantly. "It's a damn tree stump! Ohhhhh, God, it's sooo thick and long." Charlotte was foaming at the mouth at the monstrous prick. Her dazed green eyes were saucers of desire.

Felicia felt another rippling orgasm surge through her. Khan's tongue was keeping her high in the clouds, lifting her up to another heavenly plateau. "You'll know, in time, how great his cock feels buried to his
hairy balls inside your tight pussy."

Her body stopped humping her pet's snout as the last volley of tiny orgasms spiraled through her. Her massive tits heaved and her head swirled with bliss at this new and exciting plateau of desire. She pushed Khan away from her cunt.

Khan whimpered, licking Felicia's knees, dejected for being deprived the juicy delights of her pussy.

"Soon, my handsome pet, soon." She leaned over and grabbed Charlotte's arm. "You better stop fondling him, or he'll cream all over your hand and waste it."

Charlotte's breath had quickened. She was shaking with a craving desire to feel the dog's tongue once again on her pussy. "Let him lick me."

"Lie back," Felicia suggested in her husky tone that was always coated with a thick layer of passion. "You can have your first doggie treat."

Charlotte immediately fell back on the floor, squirming like a snake on the carpet, her legs wide. She used her fingers to open the puffy lips of her aching cunt. "Let him lick me. Make him eat me!" She was
distraught, so overcome with lust she didn't know what to do or say.

Felicia got down on the floor. She ran her long slender fingers over his open panting mouth, playing with the cream of her cunt that was on his snout. "You want to lick this delicious woman?" she asked her pet.
"She tastes great, huh?" She smacked her lips together in remembrance.

Khan whimpered excitedly, his cock fully extended, his stubby tail going a mile a minute. His tongue hung out of the side of his jowls for the chance to eat the red-haired pussy in front of him.

"Don't make me wait," Charlotte wailed, twisting on the floor. She was a bundle of passion, needing and craving the dog's tongue to send her into bliss. "I need it so bad. I'll do anything you want." Her voice
had a pleading note to it.

"You'll do anything I want anyway," the tall blonde replied with assurance. She bent down and kissed her Doberman on the mouth, feeling his hard tongue going into her throat.

Charlotte gasped at the erotic, perverted sight. Her misted eyes blinked. She gurgled, the sound of her own voice eerie.

Felicia's tongue whipped across Khan's tongue, her hand reaching under him and grabbing his stiff cock. "She did get you nice and hard," she cooed to him, continuing to tease the squirming Charlotte. "She was
mean to you, too," she added, and leaned back. "Do what you want, Khan. She's ready for you now." She released the dog.

Khan instantly went to Charlotte's vulnerable pussy.

"Ooooo, my Christ!" Charlotte squealed. Having her cunt finally attended to was overwhelming. "Ohhhhh, Felicia, thank you." She squirmed and wriggled on the plush carpet, riding the horny dog's snout
as he lapped up her oozing juices.

"Tell me all about it, my innocent little housefrau." She was delighted by the sight of Khan's bluish-red tongue going inside Charlotte's red- haired pussy. "Tell me all about it as it happens."

"Eeeeww, yes," Charlotte purred wantonly. "His tongue, I feel it digging--ahhhhh! It's slapping my clit now--ooaahh, God, it feels so good." She swallowed, moistening her dry throat that was parched with
excitement. "Oooooohhh! His tongue is inside me again. It's wilds She humped up, her pussy, steeped with her oozing buttery sauce, banged into Khan's digging snout.

His long hard tongue delved inside the gooey opening and lugged out gobs of seething cunt-cream. His nose nestled in between her sudsy cuntlips and he furiously whipped his tongue in and out. His gawkish
legs lowered his slender body to the carpet, his erect cock coming in contact with the rug. He was jittery, high-strung and aroused to the limit, but he continued to please the whimpering Charlotte with his
tongue.

Felicia purred, delighting in watching her Doberman feasting on the exotic wonders of Charlotte's tender, sweet cunt. "Ream her, Khan. Shove your tongue deep!" She urged the beast with her frantic voice,
her hand groping for his monstrous prick. She finally clutched it, squeezing the thick hunk of cockmeat, the sticky juices making her break out in shivery goose bumps. "Ohhhh, lick her, boy. Lick our horny
guest good."

Khan was whimpering. His mistress's fingers around his cock stem was driving him wild, spurring him on to greater feats of cunt-lapping. Strenuously, with the compelling force to cum welling up inside him, he
gave Charlotte the best tonguing he could muster. His mistress's hand manipulating his raging hard cock made him work overtime on Charlotte's cunt. He began to growl, his small front teeth nipping the soft loose
flesh of Charlotte's pussy lips, his tongue alternately snaking inside and lugging out lumps of gooey cream. He snarled, his head shaking, cuntmeat In ms Jaws.

Charlotte's eyes were filmed over with lust and she was plunging into bliss. Her cunt humped in perpetual motion, acute tingling sensations attacking her. She was reaching her orgasm, but was unable to grab hold
of it.

Charlotte went berserk. "He's, oooooo ... biting my pusssyyy!" She ground her cunt down, squirming against the wild frenzied actions of the dog's snout, reveling in the danger of what was happening to her
and the joy she was receiving. "Ohhhhhh, Felicia, oaahhhhh! KHAN! KHAN!"

The dog responded to his name by plowing his tongue into the steamy wet oozing depths of her cunt. His back end shook, his cock sliding through his mistress's tight fist. He reamed the red-haired pussy and flashed
his tongue inside, his teeth against her clit. He pushed, growling, his pointed muzzle drenched in creamy froth.

"His tongue! His tongue!" Charlotte's eyes widened in rapture. "Felicia! His tongue is so fuckin' deep!" She clawed her own belly with her nails. "I can feel him all the way up in here!"

She struggled and squirmed, twisting against the horny dog's nose. Her soft tittie mounds jiggled with her erratic jerking, the nipples aching painfully, ready to burst the moment her cunt exploded. A gurgling moan
erupted from her throat.

"He's tonguing me!" Charlotte howled. "Sooooo deep!"

Felicia swooned, her hand tightening around the thick stem of doggie cock. It was as if she could feel his tongue inside her own cunt. "Let me see you cummmmm," she moaned to Charlotte, her voice low, wavering
with passion. "Cum on his face. Drown him with your juice!"

The dog growled, his head nuzzled between Charlotte's sticky thighs. He tried to free his cock from his mistress's tight grasp, but Felicia refused to release his cock.

Felicia rested her head on him, stroking him. "Eat her! Bite! Bite!" Her fingers toyed with his ass, teasing his asshole and clawing under him, turning him into a wild beast.

Charlotte screamed with agonizing pleasure. She was the recipient of the dog's violent reaction to his mistress's torment. He began nipping with more fervor on her tender cuntlips. He jammed forward with more
ferociousness, driving his nose into her squishy pussy.

"He's stretching me! My GOD! He's shoving his whole fucking head in me!" Charlotte convulsed into spasms.

Khan tongued deep, snaking inside the hidden depths of her pulsating pussy hole, his snout stretched her open, wider and wider, attempting to shove his entire head into Charlotte's turned-on body. He opened his
powerful jaw and shook his head. He jabbed forward, every muscle of his sleek, jet-black body rippling. The muscles in his powerful neck were taut and his growling snarls were muffled by soft cuntmeat.

Felicia's eyes popped. She was caught up in Charlotte's cyclonic whirling passion, safely watching the turbulence from the eye of the storm, unaffected by its violence. She watched the storm wreak havoc
upon the glassy-eyed Charlotte. Her spastic body wrenched and twisted, her eyelashes fluttering, her sporadic convulsions quickening as she floundered to-and-fro on Khan's digging snout.

Through hazy eyes Charlotte saw the exquisite blonde fingering her own cunt. Then her gaze shifted to the giant black Doberman between her legs. The overpowering stimuli were too much to handle. She soared to
the peak, a dizzy realm of passionate bliss kept her he head reeling into ecstasy. She opened her mouth, her words were trapped. She struggled in the stormy rage of her rapidly approaching orgasm.

A gasping cry came out her mouth and her eyes bulged in rapturous ecstasy. "I'M CUMING!" Her words ripped from her throat as her climax ripped through her pussy and spread throughout her body leaving
devastation and destruction in its path. "I'm creaming all over Khan!"

Charlotte shook in spastic convulsions, thrashing on the rug in the midst of her orgasm. Her tits bounced with her uncontrolled quirky movements and her hands clenched and unclenched in rhythm to the contracting storm in her cunt. She beat her legs against the carpet, then raised them high in the air, spreading them wide apart an erotic vee, giving the horny Doberman ample room to lick and eat her.

The horny black beast didn't retreat from the fury of Charlotte's orgasm. He didn't flinch from her lunging pussy on his snout. He battled back, driving his tongue into her ramming cunt and stretching her gushing cunt with his muzzle. He shook his head, the milky river of Charlotte's cum washing over his black snout, through his open mouth, and out over his jowls. He was also caught up in Charlotte's raging storm. His black eyes glowed and he grabbed her extended clit, taking the blood-gorged button between his sharp teeth.

Charlotte screeched at the top of her lungs. The dog's nipping teeth sent her spiraling higher and higher until she began to babble incoherently in a continuous murmuring sound. She writhed and contorted in the throes of her orgasm, and Khan was controlling it.

The large black dog tore at Charlotte's tiny clit as if it were a piece of raw beef. Growling and snarling, he lashed his head from side to side, her clit raw flesh meat. Her sticky cum gushed over his jowls, making him look as if he were a rabid beast foaming at the mouth. He growled, sounding like muted thunder, and attacked her pussy again, biting her tender exploding clit and whipping his tongue across the protruding meat.

Charlotte shrieked, piercing the air with her cry. "He's chewing me up!"

She pushed down with her cunt, trying to devour his entire head as she climaxed onset and over again. She grabbed herself behind her knees, her legs still up in the air, leaving her pussy open to attack, an attack she welcomed with undying pleasure. Her head snapped from side to side, her red hair slashing her flushed face. Her eyes were glittering green emeralds blazing with fiery passion. She trembled as the dog continued to torture her in the pangs of her orgasm.

Charlotte's screams brought Felicia out of her stupor. She blinked, watching her dog turn petite little Charlotte into a screaming mass of exploding flesh. She was the onlooker and she devoured the sight,
thrilling to the intensity of Charlotte's orgasm. It brought on a rippling orgasm in her own pussy and a quiet murmuring sigh was heard as it gently washed over her.

Charlotte was going out of her skull. The dog's tongue and frenzied biting were keeping her from coming down to earth. Her orgasm had wiped her out, but Khan was still driving her to the brink of insanity. Her
head turned to Felicia. "Help me! Make him stop! Ohhhh, God, stop him!"

Felicia smiled like a cat. "Like it?"

Numb, Charlotte nodded. "Yes! YES!" She was struggling, trying to squirm away, but the dog refused to let her go. "Please!"

She began to gurgle on her own spit, thrashing as another orgasm caromed through her pussy. She screamed, then twisted away, wrenching her body and squirming in agony, trying to rid her body of the hungry dog.

Felicia snapped her fingers. "KHAN!"

The dog instantly raised his head.

Charlotte gasped with relief.

Khan barked. His own passion was overwhelming. Cum dripped from his snout and his tongue hung out, coated with a thin film of pussy cum. He sat up, whining to his mistress that he needed to be satisfied, his
huge thick cock jutting out as his ass squirmed on the rug.

Free at last, Charlotte scrambled away from him, panting and blinking back her vision, still trembling in the aftermath of her horrendous orgasm. "I, thought I was going to die." Racking gasps filled her lungs
with air. "Christ, I practically blacked out!"

The tall blonde's eyes were blue fire, the pupils totally dilated--two onyx gems staring at the red glistening cock between her dog's legs. A hunger grew in her body, a hunger for doggie meat.

Charlotte noticed this overpowering lust glittering in Felicia's eyes. Following the tall, exquisite blonde's vision, her eyes popped when they saw the dog's gigantic cock.

"Oh, my, God," she whispered, her jaw dropping. "Oh, my God, it's even bigger!" The photograph had showed that he was gigantic, but seeing his prick glisten like a fiery red club made her woozy. "God!"

"It is beautiful, isn't it?" Felicia droned, not once taking her eyes off Khan's gorgeous prick. "It's magnificent in action." She tore her eyes away from it for a second. "You want to see me eat him?"

A boulder clogged Charlotte's throat. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She nodded her assent.

"I'm glad," the statuesque blonde mewed, her voice still dripping with heated desire. She crawled over to her panting Doberman and stroked his fur with even smooth strokes, soothing him. "Lie down, boy. I'll take
care of you right away."

Khan whimpered urgently, licking his mistress's face. Docilely, he lay down, his head lifting as his black eyes pleaded with her to end his suffering. His gargantuan cock scraped the carpet.

"Watch, Charlotte," Felicia mewed, pushing her dog over on his side. "Watch me turn the beast into a whimpering lump of flesh. "

Charlotte was entranced. She crawled over and saw the immense size of Khan's prick up close. "God!" she mumbled under her breath. "He'd split me apart for sure."

"You'll be begging for his cock soon," Felicia promised, stroking his belly with affection. "Soon, you'll crawl on your knees for his cock!"

Charlotte stared, her eyes wide with awe. She licked her dry lips, anticipating Felicia's mouth on that magnificent piece of cockflesh. She knew the words Felicia spoke were true. Deep inside, she knew it,
but she still believed it was the drug that was making her see things the way Felicia wanted her to. It didn't matter now. Her only thoughts were on the dog, his cock, and what Felicia was going to do--eat him
off.

Felicia's massive tits heaved as she breathed loud rasping breaths and stroked her whimpering dog. Her long fingers finally curled around the monstrous stem of his colossal prick. Her hand held the dog's cock as
if her life depended on it.

The dog whined, his long, powerful sleek body quivering, the taut muscles rippling. His head lifted, his eyes glowing like two burning coals. He whined again, his tongue lolling out. In a rippling flurry, he jabbed his cock through his mistresses tight gripping fist, seeking relief from the aching pain in his hairy swollen balls.

'Easy, boy," Felicia soothed lovingly. "I'm gonna suck it for you and make you all better." Her voice calmed him. She wiped her tongue across her lips and crawled down to his belly, her mouth within inches of his
prick.

"Come closer, Lotty. Watch."

Charlotte scrambled around for a better angle, resting her head in her hands no more than a foot away from Khan's prick. She drooled.

"Lick him good," Charlotte whispered to the exquisite blonde. "Lick him. Make him cum."

Felicia, her mind set on Khan's prick, concentrated all her attention on it. She stroked his prick with her hand,  up and down, then like a snake, flicked out her viper tongue, catching Khan's cock tip, her tongue making the dog whine in a frenzy.

Seeing Felicia's tongue wetting the tip of the dog's prick sent shock waves through Charlotte's pussy. She gasped lightly, her eyes unblinking, staring in wonder.

Felicia moved her mouth closer, her lips clamping around the cockhead. Her hand released his prick and she swirled her tongue around the width, slowly sinking down, deliberately taking his cock inch by inch into her mouth. Her cheeks drew inward as she sucked, sending Khan off on a whimpering binge. She smiled inwardly, aware of Charlotte's own desire to do what she was now doing.

She stroked her pet between his legs, caressing his heaving balls, his inner thighs, and the thickset prick. Her mouth seemed to be devouring the entire length of his unnaturally large cock.

Charlotte watched in utter amazement. Her throat gagged as she intently watched Felicia's mouth devour the entire length of Khan's meaty cock. She choked as if it were her throat being stuffed with doggie cock. She
reached out with a trembling hand, stroked the shaking dog's hind leg, and eyed the cock disappearing into Felicia's rapacious mouth. The role of onlooker was not for her. She wanted to be a part of what was
happening.

Khan quaked, his cock in his mistress's hot mouth. His whimpering yelps grew louder as his mistress engulfed him with her scorching mouth. He humped her face, driving his prick into the depths of her throat. He tore into her gullet, his pointed cocktip spearheading the invasion. His huge hairy balls whacked her chin as his entire body geared for his impending orgasm.

Felicia gurgled on his cockmeat, taking his shaft to his balls and reveling in the power that surged through his hulking prick. She used her teeth to scrape against his sensitive cock, hearing Khan howl in blissful torment. She scratched his ass, her eyes shining brightly as her nails turned the giant humping dog into a whimpering puppy.

Khan pawed the rug with his front paws, his ass jerking and jabbing his cock relentlessly into his mistress's face. He raised his head to look at her, the black eyes rolling, the bloodshot whites appearing, his eyes floating up into his skull. His head dropped to the floor with a thud as he jerked and trembled in spasms on his side.

Felicia doubled and redoubled her efforts to get her pet to cum. She sucked deeply, chewed on his stabbing cock and tortured his asshole with her finger. She pressed forward, taking him deeper with each lunge
and whipping her tongue along the bottom of his prick like a leather belt. Her teeth gnawed, her lower jaw moved back and forth. She felt the dog's cock swelling in her throat and knew he was ready. She signaled to Charlotte of the dog's approaching orgasm.

"Yeaaaaah," Charlotte gurgled, her throat hoarse.

She balled her fists, swallowing her leaping heart as she waited. Her eyes were glued to Felicia's mouth and the red cock that stabbed her over and over again. It made her dizzy to watch and she sighed, swooning with a longing to do the same. She rested her hand on the dog's hind leg again, wanting to feel some part of him when he blasted.

Khan roared, whimpered, and whined, his body quaking with his orgasm. Foamy spittle drooled from his rubbery lips as his cock ruptured. Jet streams of glutinous doggie jism splattered the back of Felicia's
throat and oozed down her gulping gullet.

She took the lumpy wads of doggie goo with hunger. The wads grew thicker, heavier as they spilled out of Khan's prick. It turned into a steady stream, flooding her mouth and overflowing her clinging lips. The stringy lumps of cum oozed down her chin and onto the rug as she sucked hungrily, trying to satisfy her never-ending thirst. She drew it out from deep within his rumbling balls, drinking, sucking, catching the pulsing rhythm of his spitting prick.

Khan jerked in spasms. His huge body became a tightly coiled spring that had unwound. He plowed his mistress's vacuum-like mouth, jabbing, whimpering, and howling. His lips were drawn back, his fangs were
bared, and his eyes were rolling. He ripped into the tight gullet and creamed again, drenching her with his streaming load.

Charlotte was totally immersed in Khan's climax. Her mouth dropped with hunger for some of his spume. Her eyes popped, wishing she was the one sucking off his magnificent prick. She kept her eye on the red
squirting cock skewering the blonde woman's throat and thrilled to the doggie cum that gushed past her lips. She was envious.

She placed a finger on Felicia's clinging lips and snatched up some of Khan's doggie jizz. She licked it off her finger and almost fainted. She felt a sudden sense of disgust mixing in with her overpowering lust. The drug was beginning to wear off.

Khan lunged, Felicia drank his spewing load. They battled each other, the squirting cock and the gulping mouth. Felicia took one long tremendous pull on his cock with her sucking mouth, hearing the dog
howl. She still held him with her teeth even though she knew the beast was struggling to be freed.

Trapped in his mistress's mouth, Khan yelped, squirmed, and twisted. Familiar with her ways, he knew she would let him go soon, but he didn't stop struggling.

Felicia drank the last gob of cum and broke into a smile, relinquishing his cock at last.

Khan licked his shrinking cock, soothing it with his swiping tongue.

Doggie cum dripping from Felicia's mouth, she swiped her lips clean with her tongue and glared at Charlotte. "Well? Doesn't it make you hungry for some doggie cock?"

Charlotte shrank back, her conflicting emotions battling it out, repulsion intermixed with passionate lust. She nodded her desire for what she craved, then quickly shook her head in shame, not understanding and hating herself at the same time.

"You shouldn't fight your natural desires so much, Lotty. It isn't healthy." She reached out for her. "You want me to eat you?"

Wordlessly, Charlotte declined, shaking her head.

"You want Khan to eat you?" A hint of a smile was on Felicia's cum- stained lips.

"Nooooo," Charlotte finally said, but not with as much determination as she wanted. "Nooooo!"

"How about having that marvelous prick in your pussy?" Felicia coaxed. "I saw the way you were drooling over it."

Charlotte began to cry, overwhelmed, her mixed emotions convulsing her. She was in turmoil. She shook her head weakly, knowing she was succumbing to her own desires, to the animal inside of her. She fought
it, crawling to the bed to hide.

"Yes, Lotty, you sleep. I'll come back later tonight and we can talk. Maybe you'll change your mind."

"Never!" Charlotte spat vehemently, but not really believing the conviction of her own words. "Never."

Felicia laughed, a deep sexy laugh. "Nearer is a long time, my sweet china doll. More like a few days." She went out, closed the door, locked it, and left Charlotte to think.

Filmed With Dogs Chapter 2

Chapter 2


Charlotte opened her eyes. She felt numb, fuzzy, still filled with the cobwebs of sleep. Drugs! She bolted up in bed. The sudden jerk practically sent her brain spinning. She moaned, half-asleep.

She sat on the edge of the bed holding her head. An image of what she had done flashed vividly before her eyes like a silent motion picture.

"Oh, my God!" she said to herself.

Warily, she glanced around. She was in a beautiful room. She stood, then realized for the first time that she was naked. A whimpering gasp escaped her mouth. Her eyes darted around the room for her clothes. Panic gripped her--she didn't see them! She ran to the closet, threw it open. Empty. The drawers to the dresser--the same. Empty. She went to the door and tried the knob. It didn't turn. Fear twisted its grip on her heart. Her throat tightened, it was impossible to swallow. She was
a prisoner!

"Jesus ... ooooh ... GOD!" She shook, every nerve in her body caught up in her fear.

She spun on her bare feet, seeing another door. Relief swept over her, and she dashed over to it. Halfway there, she was stopped short by a clicking noise. She froze, her feet cemented to the floor.

"I see you're awake," Felicia's sultry voice floated out of nowhere. "I hope you don't have too bad of a hangover."

Charlotte swiveled, looking around, searching for where the voice was coming from. "Where, where are you?"

"In another room," Felicia purred. "Do you remember this afternoon? How delicious our first meeting was.

Charlotte gasped, the awful memory of what they had done flashed through her mind. Each detail of their encounter was crisp and clear and revolting. The hot torrid voice spoke to her through the
loudspeakers with a jarring recount of her perverted lust.

"It wasn't me," Charlotte screamed to the walls. "It wasn't me! I was drugged, drugged! I couldn't help myself!" She began to cry, sinking to the bed. She sobbed into her hands.

"The drug only allows you to be yourself," Felicia told her through the speakers. "You were absolutely delicious, too. I hope you're ready to explore some other facets of your sexual personality."

She was appalled. Fear flooded Charlotte's face. "What, what do you mean?" She was trembling, frightened out of her scull.

"You remember," Felicia taunted. "Your interest in dogs and how exciting it would be to make love to one."

A wailing sob racked Charlotte's lung. Desperation made her run to the other door, her small firm tits quivering as she frantically yanked on the knob. The door was locked, just like the first one. She rushed to
the other door and tried it again.

"Let me get out of here! Let me go!"

"There's so much left for you to enjoy," Felicia continued. 'You're my guest and it's my duty to see that you're made happy."

"My husband, my husband will miss me ... the police ... if I don't show up at my sisters you'll go to jail--" She was ranting, looking for the one thing to say that would force them to let her go. "I'll never say a
word if you let me leave now."

The laugh was genuine, with a hint of the macabre laced through it. "Everything's been taken care of," Felicia said. "Don't fret. Enjoy your new home for a while and the pleasures I'll introduce to you."

Charlotte's fists drummed on the door. She was screaming and crying.

"You'll tire yourself out," Felicia said soothingly. "I would think you would want to save your strength for Khan."

Charlotte stopped her pounding. Sniffing back her sobs, a new fear surged inside her. "Khan? I, don't--" The name was vaguely familiar.

"You remember, Lotty. Khan is my special dog that my brother gave me a few years ago. I mentioned him to you."

"I, don't know about any dog," Charlotte spat, hoping it were true.

"You seemed so interested in making love to him, too." Felicia made clicking sounds of disapproval with her tongue. "It's a good thing Khan isn't listening," Felicia laughed. "His feelings might get hurt."

"Ohhh, God," Charlotte moaned. "Dogs." She leaned against the door, lightheaded, woozy. "I won't do it with dogs! It's--"

"Wonderful," Felicia broke in. "Dogs are wonderful lovers and can be such good company when you're alone. You told me yourself your husband would like you to try it."

"No!" Charlotte wailed, remembering that conversation only too clearly now. "Pleeeease let me go!"

Suddenly, there was another clicking sound. Her eyes darted to the door across the room.

"Yes," Felicia said, "I promised you a treat and here he is."

As she spoke a square flap in the door opened and a large black head peeked in. Khan pointed his muzzle, sniffing the new scent.

Charlotte let out a scream as the giant black Doberman pinscher came into the room, the flap in the door  dropping back into position with another click. The white shiny fangs glistened perilously as the dog
growled. His coal-black eyes burned into Charlotte's shrinking body. She cowered, trying to blend in with the woodwork.

"Take him away! Take him away!" Charlotte cried hysterically.

Her eyes filled with overwhelming fear and she gulped, frozen to the spot where she sat. She swallowed her voice as the dog took a step toward her. Whimpering sighs of helplessness emanated from her quivering mouth as her body trembled uncontrollably. Her heart beat in her throat, the thumping sound echoing in her ears.

She shut her eyes, expecting to wake up from this horrible dream, only to be disappointed when she reopened her eyes. The monstrous dog was still there, only closer.

Charlotte's eyes flitted about desperately, seeking safety. There was none, not even a window to leap through. Her face brightened, noticing the flap in the door where the dog had come through. Holding her
breath, she inched around the room, closer and closer to the door. She gasped. Freedom was only inches away and the dog was only watching, not attacking.

She slithered down, her fingers crawling along the wall to touch the metal flap. She pushed. It didn't budge. She pushed again, becoming frantic.

"Sorry," Felicia's hot, sexy voice purred. "It locks automatically. It looks as if you'll just have to let Khan entertain you for a while." A deep throaty laugh followed. Then a snapping noise reverberated in the
room. It was a signal to Khan.

The Doberman growled, his lips drawing back, showing his full set of sharp, dangerous teeth, the sparkling white fangs dripping saliva. When he saw Charlotte freeze, he came toward her, his paws padding silently
on the thick carpet.

"Noooooooo, noooo, noooo!" Charlotte whimpered like a lost child, sinking to the floor, her legs unable to function correctly. "Noooooo!"

She curled up into a ball, sobbing into her hands, her eyes closed, every nerve in her body twitching as she waiting to be ripped apart by the demonic-looking beast.

Khan sniffed her thighs, his cold nose brushing lightly against the trembling skin.

"Aaaayiieeee!" Charlotte squealed, going into hysterics. Her body cringed more tightly into a ball. "Don't bite me. Don't bite me."

The dog, used to the screams of frightened women, never flinched. He continued to sniff out the new smell of the small-framed woman. The terror exuding from Charlotte's pores was almost as stimulating as the
heavy musky scent of dried pussy juice. His cold, wet nose flared and his tongue swiped over Charlotte's thigh flesh. He lathered her curled- up legs with his warm doggie drool.

Once he was satisfied with the shuddering woman's thighs and calves, the huge black beast began licking her arms as she held them pinned to her chest. His tongue slapped out across her hands, glued to her frightened face. He growled, a low unearthly sound that brought hard sobs from the cringing Charlotte.

"Take him away ... ooooohhhhhhhh ... pleeeeease!" She was scared senseless, afraid to look up, afraid that at any second the dog would bite a chunk out of her. "Go away! Goooo ... aaawayyy!"

"You shouldn't be so snobbish," Felicia's familiar voice floated out through the loudspeaker system. "Khan only wants to be your friend. He loves women, especially pretty women like you, with nice soft silky
bodies."

Felicia was watching the closed-circuit television, her pussy soaked with her seething cunt-cream. She leered at Charlotte's naked body shivering on the floor and rubbed her own juice-laden pussy, moaning to herself as her swirling fingers caressed her blonde cunt mound. She was always ready, ready for either man, woman, or beast. Her boiling juices flowed over her active fingers, her blazing stare fixed on the television. Her sultry voice flowed through the room that held Charlotte prisoner as she spoke into the microphone.

Charlotte wanted to lash out at the soft perverted voice that was filling her head with loathsome thoughts. The dog was licking her hands and face and becoming increasingly active with his lapping tongue. She
blamed it on the seductive voice, associating the two.

The dog whimpered, his bluish-red tongue going into Charlotte's ear. His tongue was long and wet, with warm spit dribbling from around the edges. Khan nibbled on her tiny earlobe, then slashed his whip-like
tongue across her neck, and nuzzled his pointed snout between her bent elbows. He sought the tender flesh of this new woman's tits, the flesh he had grown to like on Felicia, his mistress.

"Allow him to lick your tits," Felicia moaned to Charlotte, her voice tight and heavy with passion. "You'll love it. He's so gentle."

All the hideous memories of what she had done with Felicia bombarded Charlotte's mind. Khan persisted in his quest to get at her tits and it made her sick. This seemed like a dream--a nightmare--a hazy nightmarish dream of terror.

Khan growled, his stubby tail wagging furiously. He barked and shook his long head, his cold nose snuggling between Charlotte's forearms and finally touching the flesh of her bare tits. He continued, barking and
nuzzling. His strength forced her arms apart for a moment or two before he pulled back and barked his disapproval.

"You better give him his way," Felicia warned. "Khan gets very angry when he's deprived of what he wants." She paused, her own fingers embedded inside her pussy making her quiver. "He'll bite you, bite your
arm if you don't give him your tits."

It was a threat Charlotte believed and her throat constricted. Her choices were limited-- refuse the beast the flesh of her tits and be bitten, or give into him and suffer the depraved act of having a dog lick her.

Slowly, fearfully, she lowered her arms. At least she wouldn't be maimed, at least she hoped not. Her eyes shifted to the camera peering down at her, hating the thought of giving the bitch pleasure--pleasure
she knew Felicia was having by treating her in this inhumane manner. She felt sick just thinking about the things they had done together. How she had enjoyed the perverted things she had done to the blonde.
Now it sickened her.

"Aaieee!" Charlotte whimpered as the dog's hard tongue slapping violently on her tits brought her quickly back to the present. What was happening now was worse, even more sickening!

Her eyes widened. She stared at the black, hairy dog intently licking the flesh of her soft tits. Her eyes followed his tongue as it whipped across her tittie mounds. Each contact of his wet tongue brought a
shuddering groan from Charlotte's throat and a churning of her stomach. Her hand went to her mouth, and she was afraid she was going to be sick.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Felicia's voice tormented. "It makes me jealous to see you enjoy all of Khan's favor."

Charlotte looked up at the camera. She was ready to kill the woman whose voice was tormenting her, whose drug had turned her into a vile animal like the blonde bitch.

Her hands clenched into fists. She moved towards the camera and its impersonal eye focused on her naked body.

When she moved, Khan growled, nipping her arm.

Charlotte froze. Being licked was better than being chewed alive.

The ferocious-looking dog was happy again as he slobbered his spit between Charlotte's two tittie mounds. They were smaller than his mistress's and he enjoyed the difference. His nostrils reveled in the aroma of a new pussy as he licked the naked woman's tits, his tongue whipping over both fleshy mounds and across her nipples. They were pointed and rigid with fright. He whined, growling low, nuzzling his pointed snout in between her firm tits and tasting the succulent meat.

Charlotte was slumped against the wall in shock, her eyes seeing but not believing what was happening to her. Her heart was trying to leap to her throat. Her sour stomach was tight and tumbled in somersaults.
Her mind was trying to comprehend all that was happening to her.

"Like having your tits licked by a dog?" Felicia asked. Her body tingled as she watched the cowering Charlotte with a hungry passion. "His tongue is marvelous." Her eyes closed for a second and thrilled to
the sexual joys that she and her pet shared. She heaved a shivery sigh and continued to watch the monitor.

Charlotte was horror-stricken. She cringed, utter horror sweeping over her face as she saw the ugly beast, tired of sloshing her tits with his vile spit, sniff down lower, catching the scent of her cunt. Afraid of
touching him, yet not about to let him do those horrible things to her cunt, she pushed a finger against his snout. "Go away, go away."

The giant Doberman took her timid nudge as a sign of affection. and licked her hand, whimpering playfully.

Charlotte screwed up her face in disgust and pulled her hand away. Her body twisted around, trying to protect her pussy from the shiny black beast with the dangerous coal-black eyes and the slobbering tongue.

Khan caught the scent of Charlotte's pussy as it drifted up to him. He inhaled, his cold black nose quivering. He nudged her with his huge head, trying to get at her pussy, his body slinking down. He renewed
the search for her cunt from another angle but the woman's legs still hampered him.

Charlotte was afraid the dog would eventually squeeze through her legs to get at her cunt. She turned, uncurling her legs from her fetal position and covering her pussy with both hands to protect herself. All
of a sudden, she realized in this position her tits were completely vulnerable to the peering eye of the camera and the gaping blonde bitch. Knowing this, Charlotte turned her head, slowly and furtively
inching around to face the wall, trying to hide her body from the prying eye of the camera and her cunt from the persistent dog.

Khan, anxious for the taste of sweet pussy-meat, nipped Charlotte's thigh, his eyes glowing menacingly. He yearned for that special taste which his mistress had introduced him to and he had cultivated a taste
for.

He nipped Charlotte again with his front teeth, turning her into a mass of trembling, squeamish nerves.

"Ohhhh, ooaaahh," she cried, believing this time she would be maimed by the brutish dog's dangerously sharp fangs. She began to cry again, going into loud racking howls that annoyed Felicia.

"Don't be a stupid little shit, Charlotte," Felicia snapped into the microphone. "Let the dog have your pussy."

"Noooo," Charlotte wailed. "It's vile, it's--" She was too scared, too intimidated to speak. The black beast was biting her legs on his way up to her pussy.

"It's fabulous," Felicia said softly. "Give him a chance." Her voice was suddenly laced with anger. "I'm getting impatient, Charlotte."

Charlotte trembled as the dog nipped her tits, catching her off guard. She turned sharply, falling back, more vulnerable now as her arms went to brace her fall. She tumbled to her stomach, still having the presence of mind to protect herself.

Khan pawed her smooth back as she lay frightened and trembling on her stomach, her legs fused together, her arms underneath her body. He growled again, snipping his teeth on her ass and making Charlotte cry
louder. He sniffed the crack of her ass, his tongue darting out and swiping inside the wrinkled, deep crack.

"Nnnnnn," she whined through clenched teeth. The dog was feasting on her twin ass cheeks and the crack that separated them.

Khan soaked her ass cheeks as he had soaked her delicious tits. He bit her ass flesh, nipping it playfully and barking anxiously for the meat of her sweet-smelling cunt.

Charlotte's head was spinning. No matter which way she turned some part of her body was open to the dog's tongue. She found herself losing control of her senses. She was hysterical, crying, trying to crawl
under the bed and find some port of safety from the vicious animal and the blonde bitch who was watching her every move.

Khan saw the naked woman trying to scramble under the bed and his mouth opened. Latching his jaw around her trim ankle, the black beast growled his warning. His jaw gripped her ankle as if it were a bone and he shook his head, holding her ankle with his teeth, but not breaking the skin.

A piercing laugh floated out the loudspeakers. "You better not try to hide under that bed. He'll rip off your  leg."

With that warning, Charlotte stopped. She would surrender to her maniacal captor and her vicious dog. She lay on the floor, defeated, ready to let the dog have his way and be done with it. She closed her eyes, not able to move a muscle. She was a petite piece of white creamy flesh, readying herself for what she thought was the slaughter.

Khan growled deep and menacing, his huge head motionless, his jaw still holding her trim ankle, his black eyes alert and waiting for Charlotte to try to escape. Getting no resistance, his mouth opened and he
dropped her ankle. There was spittle all over her flesh and an indentation evident in her smooth skin from the sharp tips of his teeth.

Leisurely, Khan licked her leg, working up the back of her calf.

Charlotte buried her face in her arms, shutting everything from her mind--the dog's slapping wet tongue and Felicia's dirty and perverted suggestions that came to her over the loudspeaker system.

Felicia settled back in the comforts of her chair, her hands delving between the lips of her juicy pussy. She was drooling. She watched her pet Doberman swipe his tongue over Charlotte's sweet creamy nude body.
Felicia licked her lips, the taste of Charlotte's pussy still lingered.

Khan soaked the back of Charlotte's thighs, casually nipping her ass, his tongue working up a frothy lather between the cheeks of her creamy, firm ass. He nestled his nose between the back of her thighs, his head
shaking, forcing the docile Charlotte's legs apart. His tongue hit the back of her pussy.

Charlotte wailed, terrified. She began to shake like never before. She quivered in sheer fright. She crunched her fists up and prayed.

At last attaining his goal, Khan growled with satisfaction. He buried his snout between the folds of her hot cunt and snorted, his tongue delving into the dry pussy-hole. He plunged his tongue-meat inside, his doggie spit lathering the hole into a wet foamy soup. He shoved his nose inside the sweet warmth of her pussy. Charlotte's whimpering cries of anguish were lost on the horny beast as he tried to shove his tongue to the very depths of her cunt.

She cried, afraid to move, afraid that if she did the dog would bite her pussy the way he had her ankle. She suffered the degradation of the animal's tongue as it snaked into her cunt and up through the crack of
her ass, praying it would end soon.

Khan enjoyed the scent of her cunt as he worked it feverishly with his tongue and spit. He dropped to his haunches between the frightened woman's legs, devoting his tongue to her pussy. He licked, slurped, and
reamed out her delicious cunt. His spit turned her once dry cunt into a white slimy mess. He squirmed on the floor,, his black body, sleek and glistening, beginning to get aroused, his mammoth prick beginning to
peek out from the thick-skinned sheath that housed it. He whimpered excitedly, his black snout white with his foamy spit.

Growling with intense excitement from Charlotte's succulent pussy-meat, he forced his nose deep into her pussy. The harsh, rough action jerked her body and caused friction on her clit. The scent of her savory cunt
was growing stronger the more he licked and nudged his nose inside. It acted as an incentive for the horny dog. He became more determined, stretching her pussy with his pointed muzzle, his teeth nipping her
swollen cuntlips gently.

Charlotte was still crying, inwardly fighting the warm feelings that were beginning to wash over her. The dog's tongue was bringing out the animal in her that had always been lurking below the surface. She battled her surging lust, holding her own against the dog's persistent tongue.

Despite herself, she felt herself slipping. She forced her mind to think of other things as the dog's lapping tongue drew her like a magnet to the murky depths of depravity. She concentrated on her husband, George. Then she erased the thought. He would probably enjoy this. For the five years they had been married he had wheedled and hinted that he wanted her to do it with a dog. His familiar voice raged inside her brain. Now that it was happening he wasn't even aware of it. It was ironic.

The dog nipped her cuntflesh, presenting her with the real danger of being chewed alive. He barked, seemingly frustrated.

A grim angry mask dropped over Felicia's face. Charlotte had plenty of will power. Felicia's hand was between her legs and she pinched her own clit, feeling a small tantalizing orgasm wash over her.

Still seated in her chair, Felicia knocked on a door, feeling the wonderful tremors of her lingering orgasm. "Craig. If you're done with your dinner, come on out. I'm going down to the room and fix our sweet
little guest." There was an acknowledging grunt from the other side of the closing door.

Wearing only black crotchless panties and a black lace bra, Felicia hurried down the hall. She took a key from atop the door and fitted it into the lock. It clicked and she opened the door, staring at the scene
before her. It made her blood boil tantalizingly.

"KHAN!"

The dog instantly looked up from the delectable pussy he was feasting on. His stubby tail wagged.

Felicia snapped her fingers and Khan leaped to her side. He sat down, glancing up at his mistress for approval as she stroked the top of his head.

"It looks as if you're going to need something to relax you," Felicia said to Charlotte, with a wicked smile. "No need for subtleties now."

She brought a hypodermic needle out of the leather pouch and stepped towards Charlotte. "A simple prick of the needle and you'll lose all this silly prejudice about making love to my handsome dog."

Terror swept over Charlotte. "OHHH ... NOOOOOOO!"

"Yes, my sweet," Felicia said, kneeling over the prostrated Charlotte. "When you come to your senses, you won't need this." She jabbed the needle into Charlotte's arm and smiled. Charlotte flinched and bit her
lip.