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Rita put her legs around Tiger's ass and pulled him into her. She wanted that knot inside her. She was insane with lust for this hard dog cock. She rammed her pussy into Tiger's cock as he drove into her. The dog fucked with enormous energy. Rita put her fingers around the knot and pushed it into her cunt as she pulled the dog's ass with her legs. She felt a rush as the knot spread her cunt wide. She rammed her pussy into the knot and held the dog tightly as he continued trying to hump her. She allowed him only enough motion to work the knot back and forth in her cunt. Rita ground her cunt against the hard knot, the big cock deep inside her. The dog continued to fuck furiously even though she allowed his cock to move only a short distance in and out of her.
The sensation of the knot was everything that Grace had said it would be. Rita was burning with the hot passion of a great orgasm. She felt Tiger begin to shoot hot cum into her pussy. As before, his cum gushed out. Enormous amounts it seemed. This flood of dog cum into her cunt sent Rita into another glorious orgasm. And the dog's cock continued to stay hard as steel in her pussy. The knot ground against the walls of her pussy. Rita strained to have her pussy clamp down on the hot animal cock inside her. She wanted to drain every drop of cum from this magnificent tool. She worked her ass madly in response to the animal humping into her.
Rita lay back on the bed, her legs spread wide. Her pussy still agape after the big knot and hard cock had pulled out. She felt the rough tongue of Tiger licking the cum and juice dripping from her cunt. She was exhausted yet still the lightening bolts shot through her as the tongue danced around her lips. She wanted him to stop; yet it felt so good that she could only lay there and enjoy it. The dog licked the cum from her thighs. She looked down at him, she could see that his crimson cock still hung from the sheath, still hard. If only she had the energy, she was sure that he would gladly fuck her some more.
She lay there for a while, enjoying the glow of a good fuck. Finally she got up, showered, and rubbed her aching pussy with soothing oil. Rita went to the refrigerator and removed a large steak. She broiled it rare.
"Here Tiger, come here boy. You deserve this baby. Eat up now, I want you to have plenty of energy." Rita laughed to herself.
The next day she called Grace. She couldn't wait to share her success with her. Grace congratulated her, told her that some women have to try several times before the dog learns how to fuck a woman.
"Some women?" Rita asked. "How many women do you know that are fucking their dogs?"
"Oh, quite a few" replied Grace. "A few of us meet occasionally and compare notes.....or compare dogs." she laughed.
"Do you think I could....."
"Meet some others sometime? Probably, I'll ask them and let you know."
Rita thought about it. This could turn out to be a lot of fun.
The End
Jason watched her every move. The whip laces hanging loose at his side, his eyes searched each curve as it peeked out of the opening front of her dress. When the last button hung open, she shook her shoulders free of the material. It hung up momentarily on the high thrust of her firm young breasts, then slid down over her hips to the floor. Carolyn bent over and picked it up, looked about and carefully laid it over the back of a near chair. Jason watched the fat twin breasts swing against her body as she moved. Just watching their pendulous action brought twinges to his loins and he rubbed the handle of the whip thoughtfully against his crotch.
"Bra and pants too," Jason prompted viciously.
Carolyn slid her thumbs beneath the panties elastic band and slowly, hopelessly, slid them down over the curve of her hips. Jason watched the fluffy curls rise over the horizon of the sinking panties. He was tempted ... tempted to strap this girl to the dog stanchion and bury his mouth in the damp furry nest between her legs. She was unhooking the bra now, letting the heavy globes escape. Beautiful! The full firm mounds hung like sweet ripe fruit from her chest ... beautiful. He reached out and cupped his hand, weighing the smooth plump goodness in his grip and rolling the nipple stem between his thumb and forefinger. It hardened noticeably beneath his educated touch. She quivered under his hand and tried to pull away. Her face said she was frightened and Jason liked that.
He laid the whip down on the counter and pressed her back up against the wall. One hand squeezed a breast hard, too hard, while the other snaked across the pale ivory skin of her flat stomach and buried itself in the brown curls between her legs. His face was a scarce inch from hers, his mouth hovering over her full lips like a vulture descending on a dying animal. He could feel the dampness of the fur-covered lips below, warm and wet about his other finger, as the tight-clamped little slit pressed back against the wall trying to escape the probing hand, holding itself shut to exclude the unwelcome invader. His lips came closer and brushed lightly across hers, his tongue wetting her fear-dried flesh, softening them in case she willingly decided to ...
It was a temptation ... but the thought of this haughty woman cringing beneath his dogs as she watched their dripping jowls and their eager organs jutting out ... no he would wait to taste her sweetness after the dogs had humbled her, after the dogs had humped her pride into the ground and she had begged him for relief. Wasn't this, after all, the best way to handle women? Make them beg, make them know they were less than the animals which used them? Let the dogs know their pleasures, let the dogs wet the bitch's trough. When she had known the depths to which she could be forced, when she could sink no lower in her own mind, then he would allow her the privilege of redeeming herself upon his body. Then ... and only then.
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He pulled his finger from the damp well of her body, took his tongue from her tight lips and stood back. There was disgust in his eyes. She was only another woman. Why should he give her the pleasure of his attentions? No woman ever cared for him!
Jason taunted himself often with the fantasies of his tormented mind. Until he had found 'the dogs' and made them great, no one had known of him! He had been a lonely and much maligned gigolo, the handsome imported husband of a fat, rich and very ugly widow. She had been but the last of many such women who paid for his attention with the insurance premiums of hard-working husbands. Paid-for passion, that's what he offered. The envied escort, a charming companion, a sympathetic ear in the night ... the night, the dreaded darkness when he paid for the daylight luxuries with whispered lies, reluctant hands upon dissipated bodies, and the drugs which whipped his rebellious penis into shape for the plunge into the soft soggy depths of their ancient stinking cunts! He had been made to feel like dirt, but that was over. Now he was the Master, and the Master he would remain!