Chapter 11

When they were back in the room where they'd undressed, and left Dandy, the host came to them.

"You kids were just great. That audience loved you. Say, would you like something to drink?"

"I'd like a vodka tonic," Charlie smiled, "And she likes bourbon."

The man brought them the drinks, and as Donna wiped off the plastic dildo with a tissue, and put it back in its box, Charlie suggested, "I could use one of those things around my place! I need a good ass-fuck now and then."

"Isn't my tongue enough?"

"Well, the tongue is a good prelude for what you did, tonight, honey," he smiled, "It felt good. I've got to screw your sweet ass more often."

"Thanks, but no thanks," Donna grimaced. "The last time you tried it I didn't think I'd have any ass left after you finished."

"Was it that bad?"

Donna nodded.

A short while later, the host returned. "Well, kids," he smiled, "I guess it's time we went on with the dog part of the show. He's such a nice looking dog-what do you call him?"

"Dandy," Donna smiled, "Because he is a dandy. He's a Great Dane pedigreed dog."

"You can tell he's an exceptional dog," the host agreed. "I can't wait to see him in action."

Donna and her dog walked back into the living room. She was ready to go on with the dog. And it seemed Dandy was eager to perform too. She lay down on the mattress, and when there was a smattering of applause, Dandy took a bow. This brought the house down. The people couldn't remember ever having seen a dog who could act as human as Dandy could.

Then, she lay back, and whispered, "Fuck me, Dandy, fuck me!"

As if the dog completely understood what his mistress was saying, he placed his paws on her shoulders. Reaching down, she guided the dog into her slit. The feel of the tip of his penis excited her, and she gasped eagerly, "Fuck me, Dandy-fuck me!"

The dog drove it into her, and she gripped it tightly with her vagina muscles, effectively stroking his mid-section as he drove it into her. Again, Dandy looked toward the audience, with his jaw hanging slack, his tongue flipped out the corner of his mouth, and his tail wagging, almost as if to say, 'Look folks, I'm fuckin'.

The audience loved it, and applauded still louder. And somehow their applause seemed to stimulate Dandy. Dandy drove it up there savagely.

"Fuck me, Dandy, fuck me," Donna begged the dog. She threw her body up to meet the dog's cockthrusts, and she held him, as his paws pressed into her shoulders.

"Now, now!" she cried, all inhibitions thrown to the winds.

The audience cheered because it was easy to see how much she was putting into the performance. And then the dog came. With a sudden burst of sperm, it shot into her. She ground around, squeezing the dog's penis effectively.

"Ahhh, ohhh, Dandy, you're beautiful," she moaned, as her hips twisted this way and that, making a big display of her passion for fucking.

"That's the way to do it," she cried, "Ohhh, ahhh, yes, baby, yes-fuck me!"

Dandy delivered another good load, much to the audience's total delight. Donna was right-on, and so was her dog lover. The audience expressed their appreciation, in stormy applause, and when Dandy slid his huge, dripping-with-cum, tool out of her, she took a bow.

From the sidelines, Charlie watched, and when she saw him, they all walked back to the center room of the suite together. The host came over and gave them an envelope each.

"This is as per our arrangement," he smiled, "We're very pleased with your performances, all of you-and I must compliment you on your well-trained dog. One of the finest dog performances we've had in a long time."

"You mean you have other performers?" Charlie, asked in surprise.

"Why, yes," the host smiled, "This is what is known as the Friday Fuck Club. We get together and have a ball, balling, if you know what I mean," he smiled.

"I read you," Donna nodded, "More power to you!"

They checked out their envelopes, and were delighted to see that they contained two one hundred dollar bills. They both looked at Dandy, and Charlie was the first to speak out on what was on both their minds.

"They should have paid you too-you were the real star of our little sex show for the Friday Fuck Club."

And, Dandy, seemed delighted about it all. He wagged his tail enthusiastically.

Then, Donna and Charlie left the hotel, and went back to the apartment. When they fed Dandy, and gave him some water, they both went to an all night supermarket in Manhattan and went shopping. Then, they came home and fixed a late-late dinner. Only it was early morning before it was ready, and then they drank and talked.

"Funny how much different the world can seem when you have a couple hundred dollars," Donna said.

"I know," he replied. "Like last night, I felt so down in the dumps-but now I don't feel that way at all."

"We won't have to feel that way anymore," Charlie said, "I just know we've hit our low-low point, and we're going to go up."

"I hope you're right," Donna grinned, "I think you are." Dandy wagged his tail as if trying to add his two cents worth. Charlie observed it. "So you agree with us, huh?" The dog ran over to him, and he reached out and patted him affectionately on his head. "I hope he doesn't expect me to fuck him too," Charlie laughed.

"No-way," Donna laughed, "That dog is in love with me."

They went to bed, and the next morning, much earlier than they would like to have the phone ring-it rang.

Picking it up, Charlie asked, "Yeah-"

"Say, Charlie-you three were great. The Friday club liked you and wants you to have a repeat performance before too long."

"Groovy, man, groovy," Charlie chuckled, "What's up, now?"

"Well, it's an assignment for Donna. Some actress who digs dogs, and girls. She has to bring her dog so they can swap-dogs."

"Swap-dogs?" Charlie blurted, "What the fuck are you talking about."

"Wise-up," Harry said bluntly, "A dog to a Lez is a lover. And in the straight society, they swap mates, don't they?"

"Well, yes, they do, but-"

"But this isn't so bad-the girls just let each other fuck the other's dog. As a matter-of-fact it's real nice. It'll give Dandy a nice new piece of ass. Dandy is a man, remember that! He needs some spice in his life, and this blonde sexpot is real juicy. I'm sure Donna will dig her."

"But I don't know if I want her to do it with a woman, and with another dog?"

"Well, well, she always has you to fall back on," Harry spoke sarcastically, "Wise-up, kid, you've got a good chick who brings home the bread-that's what counts."

"She loves me," Charlie flared.

"And I love Santa Claus," Harry retorted, "Now, this chick lives on Park Avenue in a penthouse apartment. She'll pay a couple hundred ; one for Donna, one for the dog."

"And leave me home in the doghouse-that's real nice."

"Be thankful you've got a chance to make some money, and quit the damned bitching," Harry stammered, "Is she willing to do it or not?"

"I'll ask her, and call you right backokay?"

"Okay, but if you know what's good for both of you, she'll accept."

"Maybe the dog will object. He might not like to fuck strange women-I'll have to ask him."

"Lila La Marr isn't strange," Harry insisted, "She's a real knockout. Tits out to here, a slim waist, and what legs. I wish I could lay it on her, damnit, but she likes girls, isn't that the breaks!"

"Takes all kinds-alright, I'll let you know."

"What was that all about?" Donna asked quietly, knowing there was something that was terribly troubling him.

"Oh, nothing."

"Yes, it was something, and you don't want to tell me."

"Alright, so that stupid ass idiot, Harry, wants you to swap dogs with Lila La Marr, the movie actress."

"Swap dogs? I don't understand-"

"Should I draw you a picture?" he snapped angrily, "That damned Lila is a dog-fucker, and she wants to meet another female who'll go to her plush Park Avenue apartment, and let her fuck with your dog, while you make it with her dog. How does the grab you?"

"Well, that depends," Donna said softly.

"On what?" he demanded.

"On how much is in it for me."

"You'll do anything for money, won't you?"

Looking at Charlie with an intense look, she asked the same question, "Won't you, Charlie?"

That was one question, Charlie would prefer not answering. Once again, his personal jealousy was surging in on a business deal, producing all kinds of difficulties.

He thought of another approach.

"Can't you see what Lila La Marr is really after?" he demanded.

"I'm not sure," she said evenly.

"Well, I am," he said angrily, "Lila La Marr is looking for a lover. She's a lesbian, and she digs women. So, she tells Harry some crap about exchanging dogs. But, I know better. I know what Lila La Marr wants even if you don't."

"What do you think she wants of me?"

"Damnit," Charlie stammered, so angry he could hardly get the words out the right way, "She wants to eat your pussy."

"Don't you want the same thing?"

"But I'm a man," he said testily.

"But the connection physically can be identical," Donna argued.

"It's the thought of it," he said.

"Whose thought?"

"My thought, damnit," he said, "I hope I've still got a right to my opinion."

"Of course you have, Charlie-but would you grant me that same right."

"Okay, pick Lila La Marr or me," he finally blurted.

"Do you think that's very fair of you to try to put limits on what I can do to make a living?"

"Yes," he said, "Everybody has his own moral code of rights and wrongs."

"That's what I've been trying to tell you all the time we've been arguing," she said flatly. "Now, that being the case, kindly allow me the great dignity of my own right to my own view."

"But, you're not a Lez," he cried.

"So what?" she smirked, "I wasn't a dogfucker until I met you."

"Go ahead-blame me."

"I'm not blaming you," she said, now becoming somewhat angry herself. "It's just that I see no reason to turn down the dog-swapping offer."

"If you want Lila-run after her."

"I can see you are impossible," Donna said sadly. "I can never please you. No matter how hard I try you always find something wrong-something you want to do your way."

"That's true," he smiled, "and I'll go on being like that because I'm determined to be 'me', and I hoped you'd be fair enough to realize that."

"Come over here, honey," he said softly, "Lick on it, will you-I'm horny."

Donna went down between his legs, and grasped his penis and started licking on it. But, she had decided against letting him use sex or any other device to keep her from making the bread where she could. If he'd have wanted to do the fair thing by her, he would have at least one time broken down and suggested they get married. Instead, he is always, always thinking of ways of designing life, according to his narrow-minded, emotionally over-wrought, and usually illogical opinions.

"Take it in your mouth and run your tongue all around the head," he told her, "Then, let your lower lip drag on the head. That will feel fantastic."

"That does sound groovy," she smiled, pulling her mouth off instantly. "But I'm not taking orders from a man who won't give me any freedom to choose what I want to do."

"Baby, go suck the lez's cunt out for all I care. Now, blow me, and get my joint off."

"Thanks," she smiled, and then she bent over and took the penis in her mouth. She did as he told her to, letting her lower lip drag over its meaty head. This got him so excited his body quivered. He knew at this moment he better not make too big a fuss about anything-because he was lucky to have a woman who knew how to use her mouth so effectively on him.

"Ohhh, that's it. Now, you're sucking. Eat it, eat my cock-suck it off."

Her mouth traveled up and down the penis, and she worked her fingers around the big testicles.

"Suck it for me, honey," he panted, "That's a good girl. Slide off it, and then slide way down."

Donna liked to do this. She enjoyed seeing its saliva-slickened surface, and then zooming down close so she could see all of his genitals so easily, his firm, round buttocks, his large testicles, and his curly pubic hair surrounding his long rod. It was this view and the sweet smell of his loins she liked. And Charlie could pick this up. When he realized how much this woman turned on with him, it drove him out of his mind.

"Ohhh, baby, slip your finger up my asshole, and finger-fuck me too."

Donna slid one finger smoothly up his tight anus, and she sort of guided his cockthrusts from here.

"That's it, fuck and suck!"

She did indeed screw him with her finger up his asshole, and she sucked wildly, eager to get a load of hot sperm in her mouth.

"Suck it off! Eat it! Eat my hot jissm," he panted, as he drove it down her throat, throat-fucking her in a total dominant manner that made him tremble with passion.

"Ohhh, honey, I'm coming, I'm coming," he gasped in delight, as the hot white sperm flashed down her throat. He held her pinned over his proud penis, delighted to fill her up with his thick, creamy cum.

"Get a mouthful?" Charlie chuckled.

"Sure did, baby-nice and creamy-but I'm still going to swap dogs will Lila La Marr."

"Anything you say, baby," he smiled. "As long as you suck my joint off like that, I have no complaints."