Chapter 8
The black-haired girl with the bedroom eyes withdrew a gleaming, dripping finger from Joss's cunt. "Ahh," she said, sniffing daintily at the pussy sauce smeared on her finger. "She seems to be ready now."
She bent down. Joss sighed in delight as she felt the tip of a boob brush the back of one thigh. Warm breath caressed the crack of her ass, then she felt cool lips kissing her asshole. A moist tongue swirled briefly around her poopchute. The chestnut-haired teenager shuddered with joy and scented honey oozed from her cunt.
"Be back in a minute."
The brunette-Margaret, she'd said her name was-stood up and walked away. Her low contralto voice promised unimaginable pleasures in store for Joss.
The adolescent could barely believe it. Here she was buns-up naked in a strange living room, with her tits hanging over the edge of a coffee table to which her arms and legs were securely bound with thick, coarse ropes, and her cheek resting on a thick cushion on the floor-and she was as completely horny as she'd ever been in her life!
Maybe the expert eating-out Margaret had just finished given her moist young cunt had something to do with it. The way Margaret and her husband Rick had played with Joss as they stripped off her clothes and their own had made her feel right at home-and rather turned on. She thought of balking when they suggested, half-play fully, tying her to the table, but in the end she'd gone along with it. Being tied up held no special terrors for her now-she was getting rather used to it, to tell the truth. Then, too, there was something about the young couple that made her want to trust them.
Of course, there was also what was in store for her if her "owners" found out she was giving customers a hard time. Greg had had a long talk with her about the penalties for misbehaving on her first job without him and Phil to oversee her. She'd been sick to her stomach at the graphic detail with which he'd described the punishments in store for her if she tried anything funny. She never thought she could stand to be in the room with a lit cigarette again, after what Greg had said he'd do with one if she wasn't good-very good.
But with her cunt still tingling from the warmth and sweet suction of Margaret's mouth, it was hard to keep such thoughts in mind. The way the black-haired wanton had sucked Joss's cuntlips into her mouth and flayed them with her teeth-the way she'd run her tongue around and around within the portal of the girl's pussy-the way, at the end, she'd fastened her lips on Joss's clit and sucked hard while she punched at the clit with her tongue-it was almost enough to make her come again just thinking about it!
Margaret was a better pussy-lapper than even Miss Schmidt. And that was saying plenty!
Joss heard the slow rise and fall of Rick's breathing across the room. He'd sat watching and making humorous comments as his wife devoured the young captive's cunt. Now he was sitting with a turly monumental hardon-Joss had looked in awe when he'd unzipped his pants to reveal a cock fully as large as her father's-waiting for his wife to come back with the delicious surprise she'd promised Joss.
Joss could barely wait herself. The cunt honey filling the cistern of her pussy seemed to be about to boil!
A sharp intake of breath from Rick told Joss that Margaret was returning. "Close your eyes, honey," the brunette said. Joss did. She barely repressed a small giggle of anticipation. Her pussy drooled.
She heard the footfalls gentle on the rug behind her. The cushion was silk against her cheek. It seemed to her that she heard extra footsteps, but she dismissed the notion as a product of her lust-fevered imagination.
Something poked into her butt. "Oh!" she said. It had felt like someone's nose, but cold and moist. She didn't understand. Then it prodded against the pucker of her asshole. Yes, it was definitely damp.
A tongue licked at her pussy. It was a long, slow stroke. Too long.
"Mmmmm, Margaret, honey," she said, "what's going on?"
There was hot breath on her butt now. The tongue lapped at her cunt again. She squirmed a little. It definitely felt good-but what was it? She turned her head and opened her eyes to look back under the table and between her tied-apart legs.
She saw what it was. It was a dog. A Doberman pinscher. She screamed.
"Hush, baby," Margaret said in that same erotic voice. "You'll just scare Otto. You don't want to do that. You do want to feel his marvelous hard cock in your pussy, don't you, dear?"
The way she said it, it sounded as if she sincerely believed there was nothing more desirable than having the dog's prick jammed into one's cunt. Joss didn't feel that way at all. "No!" she yelled. "No, I don't want-"
Then it was too late.
Otto gathered himself and reared onto his hind legs. His forelegs came down around her waist like a rider's legs around a horse. His short stiff fur rasped her upturned buttcheeks.
Something stabbed at her cunt. It poked vigorously against a doughy, sorrel-haired outer cunt lip. Its touch was somehow slimy. "God!" Joss cried in horror. "He's trying to stick his cock in me!"
Margaret knelt by her side and patted her cheek. "Of course he is, darling," she said soothingly. "He likes girls." She hugged her heavy tits to herself and quivered. Joss sensed that she herself had known what it felt like to have the Doberman's cock throbbing in her cunt. It made the girl sick.
Twice more the cock stabbed forward, once again jabbing her pussy and poking once at her asshole. The strong legs gripped the girl even more firmly. She could feel the race of Otto's heart inside his chest.
Then the dog's hips rocked back and drove forward. Joss's mouth flew open as she felt his small, hard red cock shoot straight up her cunt. "That's it. He's got it, now." Margaret stood up and walked to where her husband sat with his mighty cock jutting up from his lap like a hairy flagpole.
"Get it out. Get it out of meeeee!" Joss's voice rang with hysteria. A dog had his cock up her pussy-a dirty, disgusting animal! She was soiled, spoiled-ruined. This was the worst humiliation of all.
For a moment Otto hung on, clinging to her with his cock driven to the hilt in her still-dripping pussy. Then he jerked it free. The speed with which the dog jerked his cock from her pussy made the girl gasp.
She gasped again when Otto fucked his cock home again. He stuck his prick into her pussy hard enough to bump her thighs almost painfully against the edge of the table. She fought the ropes that held her arms and legs. They didn't give. They kept her pinned there across the table, trussed like a beautiful, brown-limbed sacrifice to Otto's beastly lust!
He started pumping his prick in and out of her pussy with a vigor that was purely animal. No human male could have kept up the hard-driving pace of cock plunging in and out of sloppy-wet cunt! "God, oh, God, oh, Ghaaaad!" Joss sobbed. "Puh-LEEEZE make him quit fucking me!"
Margaret was just sitting down on her husband's lap. Her slim-fingered hand was guiding the giant pole of his cock into her own brimming pussy. "Don't be silly, dear," she said. "Think of what you'd miss!" Then Rick wrapped a hand around a burgundy-nippled boob and rolled his hips to stir his cock tantalizingly inside her cunt. She sighed and leaned back against him. Her asscheeks began to rotate against his belly and around and around on his thighs.
Joss's body was being rocked back and forth by the dog's furious fucking. His prick was shooting in and out of her cunt at a fantastic rate. Despite the small size of his stiff canine cock, he seemed to be filling her pussy every bit as full of prick as her father had with his enormous cock! Her walls stretched to the invasion of Otto's cock, then immediately were sucked inward by the vacuum of the cock withdrawing. It took her breath away.
Then the realization hit her. That wasn't all that was taking her breath away. Part of it was sheer, unadulterated lust!
"Noooooo!" she wailed. But some jagged edge of passion in her voice betrayed her. Margaret looked at the captive from where she sat pumping her ass up and down on her husband's lap to fuck her needy cunt on his cock and smiled.
"I told you, you'd love it," she said happily. "It just took a little time."
Joss was fighting hard against the forbidden passions that threatened to control her body. Otto was breathing like a locomotive, now, and his hot saliva dripped down onto the captive girl's back as he tirelessly fucked her. His prick was like a jackhammer working in her pussy. The sheer sensation of having her pussy well and truly fucked was overwhelming.
But she couldn't let go. This was evil-perverted. This was being raped by an animal! This was the most obscene thing that could happen to a woman.
And yet her body was making her enjoy it!
She could feel her control slipping away. Otto's fucking was a metronomic slap-slap of furry haunches against rounded buttcheeks, a pump-pump sound of canine cock plumbing the depths of hot wet pussy. A fine spray of cunt juice thrown up by the frenzied fucking covered Joss's ass and thighs in an aromatic mist.
No human could have plied his cock within her pussy with such incredible speed and power. And now that she was irrevocably turned on, the sheer illicitness of it all was acting like a powerful aphrodisiac. It was utterly wrong to be fucked by a dog-and that made it all the sweeter.
"Yes," she moaned, and her voice was the bark of a bitch in heat. "Damn you, fuck me!"
Otto did. He gulped back saliva as he felt the walls of the long-legged girl's cunt close like a vise around his thrusting cock. This was incredible! Not even his mistress could give his prick such a thrill as this girl-bitch was giving him now, rolling her ass around and around the small hard spike of his cock. He was unbelievably horny, and he somehow redoubled the pace of his fucking. He was going to come soon-all too soon.
"Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!" Joss moaned in time to the thrusts of the animal's prick. The driving cock forced the exclamations from her lungs. It felt as if the hair on his belly was rubbing her butt raw-but she didn't mind that as long as he could keep fucking her harder and faster!
From the chair where she was eagerly stuffing her cunt full of Rick's cock, Margaret watched delightedly as Joss began to clench and unclench her fists with unconscious abandon. The chestnut-haired young beauty's toes were curled, and the muscles of her legs stood out in bold relief as she braced herself for the onslaught of Otto's prick. Joss was fucking the dog as readily as he was fucking her now. She was getting into it.
Margaret smiled and came. The violent contraction of her pussy sucked blast after blast of her husband's come far up into her cunt. Rick bit her right tit until she shrieked in a wild combination of pain and utter, ultimate pleasure.
Joss heard a siren-wailing as from far away. What was it? It didn't matter. All that mattered was the wonderful canine prick in her pussy. She sucked in a deep breath, tightening the muscles in her belly as hard as she could.
"Whoof," said Otto. He drove his prick as far up Joss's cunt as it was able to reach. It spurted a hot stream of jism into her snatch.
"Oh!" she yelled. "A dog is coming in my cunt! Yes, come-fuck me full of your doggy jism!"
Otto didn't understand her words. But the message of her splendid naked body was clear enough. He pumped his cock in and out of her cunt, rejoicing in the feel of his climax, in the way her cunt seemed to suck the come from his spewing prick.
A blinding light flared behind the girl's eyes. She gave a strangled cry. Then her pussy focused in on Otto's cock, trapping it, pulling forth surge after surge of the animal's rank come. It was hot and slippery as it filled her cunt. She seemed almost able to taste it as a cataclysmic orgasm overwhelmed her.
Her pussy began to spasm around the animal's cock. Jism filled her cunt tunnel, was squirted out in spurts as Joss's cunt clenched Otto's prick. She was screaming now, her cries blending with Margaret's, and her body was writhing wantonly on the blond wood table.
The dog's climax exhausted the store of come in his balls. Joss's frantic cunt pulled several painful spasms of dry climax from his cock before his erotic energy was utterly spent. He pulled his deflating prick from Joss's cunt, licked several times at the savory mess of her cunt sauces and his own jism that oozed from her slack-lipped cunt, and walked away. Joss cried out sharply as the sliding contact of his tongue with her pussy sparked fresh pulsings of orgasm in her cunt. .
Slowly the lust ebbed from her. She felt the mixture of cunt sauce and canine sperm congealing in her pussy. She heard the small sobbing sounds as Rick and Margaret came down from their own pinnacle of passion.
Misery hit her like a sandbag. Would her torment and degradation never end?
She felt the desperate certainty they would not.