Chapter 17

Donna and Charlie made over a thousand dollars on the movie roles, counting Charlie's fifty for his anal-intercourse scene.

"We've got enough money to go to Florida," Charlie suggested.

"What do we want to go there for?" she questioned.

"New York is too cold in the dead of winter," he explained, "I like it hot and sunny."

"In bed and out," she laughed.

And so, Charlie and Donna got in the old car and headed south with more than a little loot.

"What kind of work do you think we can get there?" Donna asked.

But Charlie knew.

"Well, there are a lot of rich people who haunt the beaches just to pick up on something like you, baby."

"I don't want to go on doing things forever," she said angrily, "If you loved me, you'd marry me."

"It's just a scrap of paper," he smiled.

"Well, if that's all it is, it should be real easy for you to give me that scrap of paper," she argued.

"Forget it, will you?" he snapped.

Now, she was burned up. She decided perhaps she would ask for her cut of the take, and skip him when she reached Miami.

However, it was so warm and beautiful when they pulled into Miami, they just went out on the beach. She was alone with the dog for awhile when a nice looking older man came up and began talking with her.

"Your first time here?" he smiled.

"Oh, yes, and I love it."

"So do I-lots of wild parties down here, and I like to throw some myself."

"Is that right?"

"Oh, yes," he nodded, "People do everything these days. And I mean everything."

"I'm just a college girl, and I do a lot of things to work my way through," she said, patting the dog suggestively. The man got excited, and sensed some possibilities here.

"You know, honey what really turns me on?"

"Oh, I'd have no idea," she smiled, "What could it be?"

"Watching a woman do it with a dog!"

"Is that right?"

"Yes," he nodded, "If you'd know of some girl who could perform with her dog, I'd pay her a nice price."

"How much?" she asked quietly.

"Fifty bucks for just an hour."

"Would that be all?"

"Well, I'd be jerking off while the dog was doing here-that's all."

"Maybe I'd be able to find a girl who could do that," she smiled.

"Well, honey, here's my card," he told her and walked away. Charlie was watching at a distance. When she came back, he asked her, "What was that all about?"

"Oh, just a little offer for Dandy and me!"

"Is that right?"

"Yes, our first day. I hit it lucky. I told him I was working my way through college."

"You're awful," he laughed.

"No, I'm not-he wants it-I need the money."

Two days later, Donna phoned the gentleman. He told her, "When can you come over? I'm horny enough for it right now!"

"I'm just a couple blocks from your place," she said quietly, "If you want me to come over, I'll be there in five minutes."

"Do come over," he said, "and bring that dog with you." When Donna walked into the place he was wearing a skimpy swimming suit. But, it wasn't on for long.

"Let's get to it," he said, and Donna said, "First, the fifty. I like you, I trust you, but in advance."

"Well, aren't we businesslike," he said coolly.

"It just works out better this way," she said quickly. He gave her the money, and then she stripped and got on the bed with the dog. The dog stabbed her gash with mechanical precision, and the older man pumped on his penis, with youthful anxiety.

"I don't know why it makes me so damned horny to watch a female fuck a dog," he said as his eyes watched every movement closely.

"Fuck it, fuck, fuck her," the man called out, and he patted Dandy on the rump.

"Ohhh, that's nice," he said, "Honey, grab my dick and pull it for me."

Even though this wasn't part of the original deal, Donna thought she wouldn't make a big steaming issue of it, and she reached for it and began pumping methodically.

"Ohhh, that's it, fuck it, fuck, fuck, fuck," the man gasped, his face reddening.

Somehow, it got Dandy hot too, watching the man, and Donna got more turned on with all the action.

"Oh, Wow," she gasped, "Look at the dog go. You've got him excited with that big, hot cock of yours. He knows what we're doing."

"You better believe it," he said, "Those dogs are smart!

"Fuck her, Dandy, fuck her," the old man cried, and then he took his penis back in his own hand so he could pump on it himself. "Now! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he cried aloud. The dog's penis exploded in her gash and her buttocks churned around inside her. Then, the man pushed the dog aside, crying out, "He's finished. Now, it's time for me to eat your pussy."

"But, Dandy shot his load," she told him. "You don't want to eat his gook!"

"That's what you think," he said, and he applied his mouth to her vagina and went to town.

"Suck it, "she cried, "Suck it!"

Her loins twisted, and the dog came back. She reached out for his tool and began pumping on him again.

When the old man noticed it, he kept his eyes on the dog's penis, apparently something impressed him about a dog's dick.

"Keep it up," he begged her, "I want to see the stuff shoot out of him. Let it go over your tits."

When he'd finished licking her vagina, she got the dog going, and he shot his load all over her breasts. Again, the man licked the stuff off her.

"Ahhh, ohhh," she exclaimed as her body rolled around the bed in a totally, uninhibited new kind of sex thrill. She'd never thought of anybody thrilling to anything like this before. It was a totally new experience.

"Fuck me, fuck me," she begged, and the older man straddled her, and drove his penis inside her. She clawed at his back, grasped his buttocks, and kept her going.

When he finally shot his load, she gripped his tool tightly in her vagina and milked it.

"Fuck it off," she begged, eager to get all his cum she could command.

It was a wild ride, and when he finished fucking her, she lay back and smiled at him.

"You're quite a tiger, how come you did all this stuff. I never met a man who'd do so much."

"I guess I'm just an oversexed old bastard," the man laughed, "I got lots of sunshine, vitamins, and rest and I can out-fuck, and out-suck a lot of the young pricks around here."

"You can say that again," she chuckled.

"And you know what, honey," he smiled, "You and that dog were just great in that movie I saw you in-"

"Did you see me in that?"

"Sure did," he winked, "I recognized you the moment I laid eyes on you down on the beach. You've got real class."

"Just think," she sighed. "You're the first person to recognize me from that flick."

"Well, I won't be the last," he smiled, "You've got lots of talent and you're photogenic. The dog has talent too."

"Oh, he does. He has pedigree and everything," she explained.

"Tell you what I'll do," he said in a kindly voice, "I'll tack on twenty to the fifty as a tip. You were worth it, honey-and buy that dog a nice steak or something. He deserves it."

"I will and I'll tell him it's from you," she smiled. Then, she got dressed and went back to her hotel room. Charlie was waiting.

"How did you do?" he asked her.

"Beautiful," she smiled. "He gave me fifty bucks and tipped me twenty. He was a marvelous man."

"Men who like to watch dogs fucking girls usually are," Charlie acknowledged, "I know I like to watch it-why don't we have a three-way-you, Dandy and me."

"A great idea," she agreed, and so they did have a super-sexy triangle, Donna, the dog, and Charlie.