Chapter 10
"Oh ... Oh . . . God ... OHHHHH ... please," Janice cried, flinging her head from side to side. Her blonde hair curtained her face one moment, then fanned out behind her.
She felt something hot and tight rising in her pussy, something that took away every ounce of strength she had. She was going to cum. Was it possible, cumming with an animal? Of course it was. All that was happening in her pussy was sloppy, wet friction. It was almost the same kind of friction she felt when she played with herself in the bathtub.
She felt a whirling ball of sexual hunger expand in her belly. She was going to cum, going to feel her body explode in the mouth of this licking animal.
"Back, Max, back'." Jack commanded, seeing the woman rising higher and higher sexually. He wanted to keep her going with the dog, keep her tied to the bed for a while longer.
Janice opened her eyes and stared with hatred and frustration at the big man. She could have scratched his eyes out! How could he have done something like that, leaving her high and dry? She whipped her hips about furiously, trying to milk the orgasm from her body. But it was impossible. She couldn't create the friction needed to drive herself over the edge. If only she could slip one hand down there, just one, over her frazzled cunt hairs. She closed her eyes and pictured how that would be-her fingers curling into her soft, wet tissues, her nails digging into the slick folds and hollows of her pussy. The thought nearly drove her over the edge! Screaming with rage, Janice waited impatiently while Jack stood back, holding the snarling, snapping Doberman tightly by the collar.
"He really likes you, Jan," Jack said, leaning back heavily. The collar strained, threatening to come apart as pet and master struggled against one another.
"Oh, you animal, you ... you monster," she muttered in a low, trembling voice. If only she could get her hands on him.
"And you like it, don't you Jan? Man, you haven't had this kind of fun in years, have you? Shit, I can read it in your fuckin' face, baby. You dig me, dig everything I've done to you, even when I pissed on you," he said, his face darkening as he spoke.
The woman shook her head back and forth in denial biting her lower lip. Yes, yes, every word he said was true. In her heart, Janice couldn't deny those accusing words.
"Go on, boy, go for it," Jack said, noticing the woman's sexual hunger decreasing.
At the touch of Max's black, cold snout Janice went into paroxysms of delight. Max was licking her pussy in earnest now. Janice could feel his spit drenching her already-soaked cuntlips, dripping down into her tight little asscrack. The Doberman lurched forward and started eating at her pussy with a wild appetite. His muzzle moved up and down through her cunt slit, forcing her inner cuntlips apart. She loved the sensation of having her cunt mouth stretched like that. The short fur surrounding his mouth was excruciatingly ticklish. She cried out again and again, arching her back, rubbing the insides of her thighs along his head, wanting to cum in his mouth.
Just when she thought she was about to cum, however, Max pulled back. He tilted his head to one side again, staring curiously at the panting, gasping woman. He was just like his master-teasing, merciless, bringing her up to the brink then letting her down. A raging fire burned through her pussy, turning her into a sex maniac. And all that animal did now was sit on his haunches, bend his head and lick at his stiff cock.
"NO, NO, NO!" she protested but now her cries had a different ring to them. She wanted the animal, needed him. She moaned loudly, writhing her shoulder blades on the bed. Edging her knees back, she petted Max with both feet while he once again lapped and wet her cunt with his tongue. Doggie spit was seeping into her pussy, running down her upturned asscheeks and slicking down her asscrack. She didn't really care. It was unimportant. All that mattered was that chilly, itchy, hot flash of delight becoming greater and greater between her shivering thighs.
"UMMMMMAHHHHHHH!" Janice growled. Max growled back, letting his fangs nip along the puffed, outer edges of her cunt. The feeling nearly drove her out of her mind. How could a dog know just what she wanted and when? It was as if he could read her mind. Raising her head again, the confused, hot woman stared back into the Doberman's eyes. They were almost human. She could swear she read some thought there. Dropping her head back to the pillow, Janice thought she'd leave well enough alone and not pursue that train of thought. No, is was dangerous. It was better that she lay there and let the dog do what he would.
And how he knew what to do! As he ate at her cunt, the woman humped her back, pressing her cunt mound up for him to dine on. His fangs dug along her sensitive, silky flesh. His neck hairs bristled with the wildness both of them felt. Again he pulled back and let out a loud bark, tossing his head.
"Ohhh ... damn ... damn!" Janice moaned. Janice clawed at the plaster behind her, sweat burning into the chafed flesh of her wrists as the ropes binding her hand to the headboard still held firmly. Janice felt vulnerable, in danger, and letting that sensation hover over her was exciting. Flames of wild sexuality licked along her inner thighs.
Janice thought she was going to lose her mind again. All the sensitive places in her cunt itched, ached, throbbed in time to the wild licking of the big Doberman. The woman breathed his name over and over again as if he were her lover. She tossed her head, squeezed her ass, hunched up and fed him more of her drippy, swampy cunt. Max snarled and snapped, lapping up the flowing pussy juices, burrowing into her cunt slit as if he were looking for something.
Janice's body was responding eagerly to the hurried, sloppy friction against her cunt slit. Max started biting her pussy again, moving down and sinking his fangs gently into her soft tight flesh. Janice groaned, feeling that awful, teasing, sharp pressure in her legs. And then he moved up, opening his dripping jaws and sinking his fangs into her cunt mound. How good and ticklish that felt! The thought that this animal could tear her to pieces added to the excitement of the moment. She went crazy when he held her pussy between his jaws and shook her cunt gently. Janice held her ass off the bed when he did this. The wild sensation brought out a new fever in her pussy.
Her climax was close, so close. She twisted like a snake, unaware of what was going on around her. The world could have been coming to an end and Janice wouldn't have cared. A roar began somewhere deep down in her cunt, spreading to her ears. It sounded like a waterfall. It took her a while before she realized it was the sound of her own rushing pulse.
"Go for it, baby, go for it!" Jack urged, feeling his cum boiling up from his balls. It was tightly packed in that center tube that lead from his balls to his cockhead. He held back for a moment, watching the woman writhe and jiggle on the bed. She was going to make it, actually reach orgasm with the big dog. Jack held back, aiming his dark-red prickhead at her face, waiting for the moment when her world would crash down into her pussy and turn her into a wild animal. "UGHHHHHHHH!" Janice grunted.
She arched her back, her body resembling a tightly drawn longbow. Resting only on her shoulders and heels, Janice screamed loud and long, begging the dog to bring her off now.
Max's tongue entered her body again, forcing her swollen cuntmeat apart enough for him to suck out more juice. The blonde woman felt Max rolling and licking his tongue inside her pussy. She felt her sensitive ring of cunt muscles tense, convulse and tighten around the Doberman's probing muzzle. His hot tongue made her cunt walls collapse and squeeze tight against it. Max felt her going crazy, knew she was close to orgasm. He slowed down his licking purposely, bringing out a moan of frustrated sexuality from the woman.
Janice couldn't stand much more of this. She was trembling on the border of orgasm, about to fall into the wild world of climax. She gyrated her ass around in circles, then drove her cunt up and down like a piston to increase the friction. The wild dog was bringing more and more excitement to the inflamed tissues of her cunt. When he raked up across her clit again, Janice cried and snapped her knees together, banging them hard against the Doberman's sides. She wanted to feel his tongue everywhere. She wanted ...
"OHHHHHHHH!" she cried.
Her orgasm came like a nuclear detonationterrible, total. At the same time, she knew he was about to relieve himself. While Max shook and whined, his cock jumped about. He shifted position slightly, rubbing his cock against her leg. She felt hot streaks of something spurt against her legs, streaks that made her shiver. He was shooting off his load against her, whimpering and shaking while still lapping at her convulsing pussy. Janice blessed him and cursed him while lights popped off in front of her. Stunning spasms tore through her body, choking off her breathing temporarily as climax after climax sped through her cunt. In minutes, the blonde woman lay quietly on the bed, her legs draped over either side while Max curled up on the far edge and began licking his softening prick.
What have I done? Janice thought as she came down from her sex trip. She thought of how she'd embraced the dog with her legs, of how she-wished she could have run her fingers through his fur and pulled him more tightly against her body. Wicked, evil, perverted thoughts, thoughts more fit for a slut or whore than for a respected woman. She turned her head away from Jack, not able to stare him in the face any longer.
"Dog meat, baby. That's what you are. But I don't mind," he said, curling his fingers through her hair and jerking her head up from the pillow. Janice cried, tears rolling down her face. "I want you back here again. I'm gonna let you go now, but I want you back real soon. I'll give you a call," he said cockily, stretching over her and unfastening the chords binding her wrists to the headboard.
Never! Janice thought as she rubbed her chafed wrists together and slipped both legs over the edge of the bed. But deep inside her mind was working, wondering when he would call, hoping it would be soon.