Chapter 7
Honey was moving up. With her reputation growing, she was too hot for a minor-league pimp like Carlos to handle. Yielding to pressure, he sold her contract to a big time "modeling" agency. All of a sudden, Honey found herself at the top of her profession. A super-star of fucking.
Now she was getting it on with some of the most prominent people in the city. Quickly she discovered that the more important a trick was, the kinkier his tastes were- likely to be.
The Congressman and his rich friends were the wildest. Their tastes ran to orgies ... and beyond. A typical session might include anything.
"My dear," the Congressman said to Honey one evening when they were alone, "I don't believe you've ever met Killer."
"Killer?" Honey repeated the name with a giggle. "Who's that, your bodyguard or something?"
"You might say that," the Congressman laughed. "Would you like to meet him? I suspect you two might discover art area of, uh, common interest."
"Why not?" Honey replied.
She was game for anything. If the Congressman wanted to watch her fuck one of his employees, it was fine with her. He was paying.
The Congressman put his fingers in his mouth and whistled. A huge German shepherd guard dog bounded through the door, his tail wagging and his long, red tongue lolling over his sharp teeth.
Honey liked dogs, but she couldn't see what this one had to do with her relationship with the Congressman. She was certain she hadn't been brought here this evening just to scratch Killer behind the ears.
"Aren't you going to say hello?" the Congressman asked Honey.
"Sure," she answered uneasily. "Hi, pooch."
She patted the dog on the head and he wagged his tail some more.
"Actually, this is my wife's dog," the Congressman said. "She trained him from a pup. Taught him everything he knows. Which is considerable."
"That's nice," Honey blankly muttered.
"Let me give you a demonstration," the Congressman said.
Without warning, his hand was inside Honey's blouse. He violently ripped it away. As Honey's braless tits bounced into the open, the dog started barking with excitement.
"Getting the idea, my dear?" the Congressman grinned.
Honey didn't know how to respond. She just stood there as the Congressman removed her skirt and panties.
The dog was howling now. When he jumped up on Honey, his paws on her tits, she could see that his cock was hard-as smooth and sleek as his tail was bushy.
"He--likes women," the Congressman explained. "He'd rather fuck one than a bitch in heat."
The Congressman paused to laugh obscenely. "Of course, my dear, sometimes I think you're both," he cackled. "You can see why I was so anxious for Killer to meet you."
Honey couldn't believe this was happening.
She'd fucked and sucked just about every way possible, but this went beyond even her lusty imagination.
"You want me to let this damn dog fuck me?" she blurted. "Is that what you're trying to tell me?"
"I need some pictures for my private collection," the Congressman blandly replied. "My wife won't let me take them of Killer and her. Afraid they'll fall into the wrong hands. You can understand her position. She's a well-respected woman. So, naturally, I thought of you."
"What if I say no?" Honey said, bristling.
"I don't believe you can afford to, my dear. If I'm not mistaken, the essence of your livelihood is saying yes."
Then the Congressman's teeth bared. Suddenly, he looked more menacing than the dog.
"Get down on your knees and let Killer fuck you!" he snarled. "If you don't, you're through in this town, bitch!"
A slap rang out. Honey reeled from the sharp blow. Her battered cheek burned with a five-pronged welt as she tried to unscramble her jarred senses.
"Make up your mind, cunt!" the Congressman hissed.
Honey had never seen him like this. She had always known of his power, but this was the first time she'd seen it backed up by anger. The awesome combination was more than a teenager could buck, no matter how much she'd been around.
"All right ... I'll do it," Honey said. It was only when she heard her shaky voice that she realized she was sobbing.
Leering triumphantly, the Congressman put his hands on Honey's shoulders and forced her into a kneeling position.
"Sic her, boy!" he commanded Killer. The horny dog was beside himself with excitement.
He jumped up on Honey's back, crushing her under his weight. She could feel his hot breath against the nape of her neck. He was slobbering, panting.
Something moist and hard poked between her thighs. Making contact with her pussy, its blunt end probed for an opening. When it found one, it surged.
Honey screamed with disbelief. Her cunt was stuffed with cock. She was being fucked by a dog!
The next time Honey saw the Congressman, he was aiming a camera. There was a click and the shutter whirred. A picture was taken. Then another and another as the Congressman moved around to snap the action from all angles.
What the developed film would show was a beautiful, blonde teenager, who might well have passed for a cheerleader in any other pose. But here she was naked and kneeling, a dog hunched over her spread flanks. The close-ups would catch the dog's prick and the girl's cunt. They were joined. The pictures would not lie. The girl and the dog were fucking.
But what the photographs would not convey was feeling-the sensation Honey experienced as the slimy canine hard-on squished up her cunt. It was like being fucked by a snake.
It was disgusting. And yet....
Why was Honey moaning? How come her crotch blazed with desire? There was nobody beating a drum in the room-the pounding rhythm was supplied by her own wildly beating heart.
"You like it, don't you?" the leering Congressman asked. "His prick in your cunt is just what the doctor ordered for a tramp like you."
Honey wanted to spit at him and tell him what a filthy old pervert he was.
But she couldn't. The words of scorn wouldn't come, because her throat was congested with a continuous sigh. The kind of sigh that accompanies a woman's climax.
The Congressman loved it. "You're coming, aren't you?" he smirked. "Killer's big prick has got you on the ropes."
Honey wanted to tell him he was wrong. But the no that started in her voice-box came out just the opposite as orgasm swept over her.
"Yes ... YES!" she shrieked.
"Tell me about it, my dear," the Congressman urged. "I want to get it on tape."
Honey noticed that he had a cassette player strapped to .his shoulder as well as a camera. Realizing that she couldn't sink any lower, she decided to give the Congressman an earful. If the old fart wanted a first-hand account of what it was like to be fucked by a dog, she'd give it to him.
"His cock is like a dagger!" Honey's words came in a rush. "It feels like it's stabbing into my cunt. Every time he shoves, I can feel it from my head to my toes."
She interrupted herself to shriek with another orgasm. As she had just described, the wildly fucking dog was knifing his prick in her pussy to the hilt. The climax affected her as though her body were made of glass and had just shattered.
"It's so good!" Honey cried. "So fucking goooood!"
The Congressman was almost as pleased as she was. Before long he was too aroused to merely watch. Throwing his camera and tape recorder to one side, he dropped his pants and thrust his hard cock in Honey's face.
Honey didn't have to be told to suck his prick. She wanted all the cock she could get from man or beast.
Plunging his dick into Honey's waiting mouth, the Congressman began rolling his chubby hips. Quickly, he was shafting her to his balls, his gray crotch hair mashing against her face like steel wool.
Sucking a human cock at one end, and being fucked by a dog's at the other, Honey was whip-sawed by lust. The man's prick was blunt and gnarled in her mouth, the dog's slim and sleek in her cunt. They provided an exciting contrast for a girl who had thought she had experienced every kind of fucking and sucking, and was now thrilled to be proved wrong.
Naturally, Honey's curiosity turned to the cum that would soon be flowing. Were human and animal jizz the same? she wondered. There was only one way to find out.
Honey had no doubt she could make the Congressman shoot his wad whenever she wanted. It was Killer who presented the challenge. Honey could only guess if a bitch in heat used the same technique as her female human counterpart to get a cunt full of hot cum.
Cinching the sinews of her pussy into a meaty vise, Honey squeezed Killer's cock as hard as she could. Then she tossed her hips in one direction, and her ass in another, setting up a withering crossfire of double-edged friction.
The German shepherd yelped so loudly that Honey glanced over her shoulder to see if he was all right. He sounded as if he might have bitten off his tongue in the excitement. To her satisfaction, Honey saw that the only thing close to being bitten off was his prick by the jaws of her cock-hungry cunt.
Honey felt the cock in her twat swell. When a hard-on fattened like that, it could only mean one thing.
Killer howled.
The dog's jizz arrived in a needle spurt. It was thinner than a man's, but much hotter. The volume seemed endless.
As her pussy sopped up the dog-cum, Honey turned her attention to the cock in her mouth. Turning on the oral suction, she wildly fucked the Congressman's prick with her mouth until he was gasping for breath.
"I'm gonna fill your mouth with cum!" he gasped.
On the brink of shooting his wad, his sweaty face turned a bright, greasy red. As he grunted and rumbled, his cock exploded right on schedule.
Now Honey was drinking cum at the same time another load of hot jizz warmed her cunt. The human jism splashing into her mouth was thick and sweet. In contrast, the oily dog-cum stung, creating a constant buzz even after the spurting had stopped.
Torn between the delights of sweet and sour jizz, Honey climaxed.
Sloppy with cum, Honey rolled over on her back once the cocks were out of her. Moaning with pleasure, she held on to the image of a dog's prick in her cunt, and a rich and powerful man's in her mouth. A woman could go to her grave without being lucky enough to go this far.
"Look at that hot little cunt, boy," the Congressman said to Killer as he eyed Honey's spread-eagled form. "She's a sex-machine."
The dog, who had been licking his sore prick, looked up when he heard his master's voice. Never soft, his cock jerked straight out.
"Tell you what, Killer, boy," the Congressman said. "Now that I've fucked her mouth and you've fucked her pussy, it's only fair we trade places."
He walked over and scratched the dog behind the ears.
"Ever had your cock in a woman's mouth, fella?" the Congressman chuckled.
Killer yapped. Apparently this meant no, because the Congressman smiled knowingly.
"It seems my wife is something of a prude," he then said in Honey's direction. "Killer's cock is good enough for her pussy, but she won't suck it. Poor dog. Imagine, being hung the way he is and never knowing the pleasure of fucking a woman in the mouth. Seems very unfair, doesn't it, my dear?"
Drugged with orgasm, Honey had only just started to listen. Although not fully understanding what the Congressman was getting at, her frame of mind was so positive that she automatically nodded her head when he spoke.
"I knew you'd see things my way, my dear," the Congressman smugly stated. "I'm sure Killer is ready, if you are."
"Sure," Honey murmured, ignorant of what she was agreeing to. "Anything you say."
Moving over beside Honey, the Congressman whistled for Killer. like a shot, the dog was there, panting with anticipation, his tail wagging. On his own, he hopped astride Honey, his fuzzy crotch in her face.
Looking up, Honey stared at the scarlet bullet of a tapered cock-head. The tip of Killer's glistening prick was a fraction of an inch from her mouth. Finally, she realized what was expected of her.
"Oh, my God, you want me to suck his cock!" Honey cried out.
She looked with alarm toward the Congressman. He had retrieved his camera. On his knees, he had the lens trained on Honey's face, ready to catch the surge of the dog's hard-on in her mouth.
Honey felt tricked. Trapped.
She started to say she wouldn't do it. But Killer's crotch lurched forward the instant she opened her mouth. Before a single word could materialize, his prick was thrusting between her teeth.
Honey gagged as the canine cock-head plunged down her throat. Her lips were tickled by furry balls.
She no longer had any choice in the matter. She was eating a dog's hard-on.
And she wasn't just sucking it. From the first moment of insertion, Killer was powerfully fucking her in the mouth.
As Honey rose to her hands and knees to take the full force of Killer's cock-thrusts, the Congressman moved in behind her with his dick in his hand. Stabbing between the cheeks of her ass, his stiff prick jammed into her pussy to the hilt.
"Fucking your tight cunt is always such a pleasure," the Congressman said. "I'm glad to see Killer didn't wear you out. I'm afraid I'm not so lucky with my wife."
He moved his prick back and forth in Honey's pussy, forcing her ass to squirm. At the same time, she lapped the dog-cock in her mouth with her curling tongue.
Killer barked with glee. With his paws on Honey's shoulders, he was jackhammering his hard dick down her throat.
Taking two cocks at once, Honey didn't give an inch. Her mouth suctioned and her pussy squeezed as she sucked and fucked without restraint.
"I think it's safe to say she--likes it this way," the Congressman noted as he drove his prick to the depths of Honey's cunt. "Wouldn't you say so, Killer?"
The dog yelped in agreement. He was already on the verge of coming.
"Why don't you shoot a load of hot cum in the young lady's mouth, Killer?" the Congressman suggested as if he were talking to one of his aides.
The dog seemed to understand. Pounding away, his thrusting cock rubbed Honey's throat raw as it strained toward a climax.
"Come, Killer!" the Congressman commanded the well-trained dog. "Come in her mouth! Now!"
Hot jism gushed into Honey's belly as she swallowed every drop of spurting dog-cum. Drunk with lust by the time she sucked the last of the jizz down, she called for the Congressman to finish fucking her in the pussy so she could slosh with two loads of male cream.
"Give me your hot cum in my cunt!" she cried. "God, I need it!"
"Whoa," the Congressman laughed. "At my age, the second time around may be as 'lovely' as the song says, but it also takes longer."
His cock moved steadily in Honey's twat, gradually working up a full head of steam. In the meantime, Honey did everything she could with her pussy-muscles and hips to make him come, squeezing and shaking without letup.
Killer moved to one side as a spectator and started barking at the Congressman.
"He's telling you to come in my cunt," Honey gasped. "Come on, stud, you can do it. Fill my pussy with your hot, sweet jizz!"
"You asked for it!" the Congressman cried, his cock ready to burst in Honey's twat.
As the cum squirted up Honey's pussy, she moaned with orgasm. She couldn't count all the climaxes she had enjoyed tonight. Never had she come so much and so hard.
After he had drained his balls, the Congressman withdrew his prick from Honey's sloppy cunt and plopped to the floor, grinning with pleasure. The dog came over to him and sat by his side. Together they watched Honey curl up on the floor, holding in her climax as long as she could.
Gradually, Honey relaxed from the intensity of her orgasm. Glancing up, she saw the two cocks that had fucked her all the way to heaven, and she blew them kisses from her cum-flecked lips.
"That was beautiful," she sighed. "I could fuck and suck like that all night."
"A tempting offer," the Congressman said. "However, I think I'll take a rain check. I need to rest for the party this weekend. A little affair I'm throwing for my financial backers."
"Am I invited?" Honey asked.
"What do you think, my dear?" the Congressman grinned. "The fat cats pay a politician's freight. I'm sure you'll agree they deserve the best in return for their generous support. The very best."
"That's me!" Honey declared proudly.