Chapter 7
When Donna stepped back on the set, the lights were ablaze, and everyone was eager to go on with the dog-intercourse sequence.
"Alright," Harry directed, "Donna, you get up on the bed, and spread for him-he'll know what to do."
"I hope so," she said nervously.
And then she spread her legs, massaging her vagina just as he had directed her to do. The next thing she knew the dog was jumping on the bed, placing his paws on her shoulders, and then she looked down and saw his huge dog-penis closing in on her vagina.
"Honey, just reach down and guide him, he wants it." Donna reached down deliberately, and helped Dandy get his huge, thick penis into her hot hole.
"Zoom in," Harry told the cameraman. "That's a honey of a shot-get it just as it slips past her slot-yes, yes."
"How does it feel, Donna?" the director nodded knowingly, a wicked smile playing about his lips.
"This is the best screw I ever had," she said, "Oh, Wow!" The huge, dog penis was filling her up as she'd never been filled up there before, and Charlie was becoming more jealous by the moment. If he had to compete with the animal kingdom's penises to please her, he thought it might become quite a difficult, maybe impossible task.
"Give it to her, Dandy," Harry called out to the dog. Dandy, looked back, his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth as if he was laughing-imagine getting paid to do this. The dog drove his penis hard into her hot hole, and she gripped it tightly with her vagina muscles and gave him a hot screwing.
"That's it, Donna, put some heart into it."
"I'm enjoying it," Donna enthused, "I never dreamt doing it with a dog could feel like this. Ohhh, wow! Fuck it!"
The wild fucking session went on, and the two of them wore totally turned-on with each other. Dandy discovering a new mistress, and Donna discovering a dog can be a superfuck.
"We ought to call this one 'Dandy and Donna'," the cameraman smiled, "Because they look like a couple of lovers."
"They are," Harry nodded, "See how she takes to dog-fucking. Some sexy women are just naturals for doing this, and Donna is a natural. We've got to entice this chick to do more movies for us. She'll be the biggest sex star in the dog movies."
"No doubt about it. Look at her pussy grab the dog's dick when he drives it up there."
Donna was stroking Dandy's furry sides, and smiling up at him, not even getting upset when he let a little saliva slip out of the side of his open mouth.
"Ask him, Donna, dear to fuck you! Give him some wild, dirty talk. I think that might turn him on too. He won't know the meaning of the words, but he'll understand."
"Fuck me," she demanded, "Fuck it, Dandy. Give me your big, old dog prick. That's it. Yes, yes, give it to me, Dandy, give it to me," she pleaded with the animal.
The lusty animal understood, and hammered it into her.
"Can we get an overhead shot?" Harry asked the cameraman.
"We'll have to get a new setup for that," he replied.
"Honey, can you keep Dandy fucking but hold it down so we can catch an overhead view of this beautiful sequence?"
"Okay," she replied, and she tried her best to stop Dandy from shooting his dog-dick off inside her. The first thing she did was to quit grasping his penis with her vagina muscles. Poor Dandy didn't quite understand. He thought she was going to continue gripping his penis, and nobody had told him to wait to get his rocks off until the cameraman caught an overhead shot of him screwing. He looked down at her curiously, as if asking, 'why, why?' and his expression conveyed such immediately recognizable meaning, Donna had to laugh.
"He's wondering why I quit grabbing his prick," she laughed, and Charlie watched the dog's expression too, and replied, "He does know. Dogs are intelligent. They really are! Maybe you'll dig Dandy more than me after this."
"I love you both," Donna laughed.
"That's fair enough, isn't it?" Harry teased Charlie.
"Yeah," Charlie chuckled.
When the cameraman was in place, he had the lights set up differently. The big, hot arc lamps went off, and then they were re-placed around the bed, and once more their burning light blazed on the cameraman's command.
"We're ready, Harry," he called down from the catwalk.
"Okay, let her roll! Turn him on, Donna."
"Dog-fucking is really work," Donna complained, "It isn't easy to make Dandy stop and start when he gets to stabbing that big dong of his up my gash."
"I'm sorry we have to frustrate him," Harry admitted, "but baby, these movies aren't easy to shoot. A lot of people think it's just one big ball, but I've got news for them-it isn't."
"Okay, if you two are finished," the cameraman commented nervously, "we'll get this dog-fucking show on the road."
"Alright, we've got our lights, camera-action, Donna."
"Fuck me, Dandy," Donna demanded, "Fuck it." Throwing her pelvis up, she gripped the dog's cock with her vagina muscles.
But, Dandy didn't respond. Frankly, he'd become frustrated. One minute, they're telling me to do it, the next they say stop, and now they say, shove it. And Dandy wanted it known that even though he was a dog, they couldn't get him all worked up, and then stop, so he didn't move.
"What's wrong with the dog?" Harry demanded.
"I have no idea," Donna said nervously, "I don't know what's wrong."
"Coax him, honey. Pat him, stroke him. Make up to him. And then slowly start your motor running, and maybe we'll get him screwing like we did when he stopped."
"I don't think you should ever stop him when he's going to town on me like he was when you stopped him a few moments ago," Donna told him flatly.
"So, he gets frustrated," the cameraman quipped, "Well, that makes two of us Dandy-I get all set to shoot, and the boss says, 'hold it, hold it'-so I know just how you feel when you're ready to shoot your dong off."
"That's it, baby, fuck mama," Donna cooed him, trying to use all the psychology she knew how. And Dandy bit. He slowly began thrusting himself into her again.
"Now, we're coming," Harry exclaimed excitedly, "We'll get this sequence right yet, I don't shoot my movies like a lot of other people around here. I aim for quality, and quality just takes time-I'm sorry, crew-but that's the way I make movies."
"Stop griping, the dog is fucking," the cameraman informed him, trying to divert his attention back to the directing.
"Alright, Donna, make your little ass wiggle. Give that dog-fucker what he wants honey, and he wants you!
"Ohhh, ahhh, Dandy, Dandy," she groaned, as the dog got going again. "Fuck me! Fuck me! I want it. I want it all. Shove it up there."
"Beautiful, Donna-that's fucking with feeling. Just what we want honey. Show it on your face. Intense joy, yes, honey, yes. You're enjoying it. Ahhhh, yes!"
Harry was getting so hot now, he knew he'd shoot in his pants if he didn't control himself.
"Fuck her, Dandy," he demanded, "Fuck her!"
Dandy drove his huge, throbbing dog-cock into her with piston-precision, and she gripped it excitedly, frankly, surprised but nevertheless elated that a dog could do such a fabulous thing as fuck her with such force, such feeling.
"Oh, Dandy, shoot that cock off. Let me feel you cum, baby," she gasped, a strange expression coming to her face, as if she'd temporarily taken leave of her senses.
The dog couldn't hold it a second longer. Her passionate plea was unlike anything he'd ever gotten when he'd used his dog tool on other women.
"Ohhh, he's coming, he's coming," Donna groaned in delight, her body turning and twisting in its sexual fantasy ecstasy.
"Give, Dandy, give!"
She gritted her teeth, and the dog shoved it up again, and she was certain he shot off again.
"Ohhhh, lover," she moaned, "You're shooting off again!"
"Look at Dandy tear into her," the cameraman smiled. "That dog knows when he's getting a good piece of ass."
"You'd better believe it," Harry chuckled.
When they had finished grinding, and driving, Harry called, "Cut-that's it. Print it."
Dandy slipped his penis out of her, and ran off to the side of the soundstage, where a plate of food had been placed for him by an assistant director who did all the menial chores. Dandy needed some food after all that had been taken out of him. He wagged his tail, and ate his food quickly.
Donna got off the bed, and as she walked to the dressing room, he restrained Charlie.
"I want to talk to Donna, alone," Harry smiled,' "I think she deserves a hundred dollar tip. She was that great."
"Why can't I go in there with you?" Charlie asked suspiciously.
"This is a conference between a director and a star," Harry explained, inventing quickly, "The best time to confer is right after a scene. Then it's all fresh in our minds."
"I guess so," he agreed reluctantly.
When Harry was alone in the dressing room with Donna, he locked the door. She observed this, and he quickly brought up the hundred dollar tip to stop her from saying no instantly.
"You're getting a hundred dollar tip for that work today, honey," he smiled. "And it's worth every cent of it."
"Oh, thank you. You're very generous."
"But, honey-can you do me a small favor," he smiled like an embarrassed little boy as he stroked his penis. She glanced down, and said, "I wouldn't say that one is a small" favor. It looks like a mighty big favor to me."
"Will you?" he asked eagerly, "And, baby take that mask off-I want to see your beautiful face."
Donna tossed the mask aside, and then she was totally naked. Harry was stripping too. She noticed he had a very athletic build, and she thought he must be at least six foot two. When he pulled down his shorts, his huge penis flipped into view.
Gripping it proudly, he smiled, "Feeding time!"
"I'm not a hustler," she said softly.
"I know it honey-why the hell do you think you turn me on like you do?"
"Alright-" she agreed, thinking about all the money she'd be making if she could just keep it up, blotting out her inhibitions, and doing anything demanded sexually, no matter how personally revolting it might be to her.
"Let's lie down over here on the sofa," he smiled, as she walked with him. He spread his legs, slipping a small plastic pillow under himself.
"How about sucking out my asshole first, baby?"
"I don't do that," Donna said flatly.
"Oh, come on," Harry begged her, "Just let your tongue slide around it a minute, and then glom on my big prick and blow me."
"I-I can't," she objected. She had done it for her young lover, Charlie, but that was different.
"Go ahead," Harry insisted. Closing her eyes, she let her tongue lash out.
"Oh, baby, does that feel fantastic, look at it, honey, it won't bite you. It's just my sweet asshole you're suckin' on."
He did like to drive in the screws. If she could at least keep her eyes closed, she wouldn't have to agonize so much, but apparently that was precisely what Harry wanted. So, she opened her eyes, and saw his tight, quivering anus close-up.
"Now, get your tongue nice and stiff, honey," he begged her, "And shove it up there."
Donna stiffened her tongue and then jabbed it up his hot channel with all her force.
"Now, you're suckin' real good," he smiled, "Keep it up, and I'll just ask you to pull on my prick, and you'll be doin' what's known in the trade as rimming and jerking-a very nice combination, I might add."
She reached up, and felt of him. His penis was huge now, and pulsating. She slowly jerked it, and he insisted, "Harder! Faster!"
She pulled on it with an increased pace to see if she could please the horny old bastard. He sure did like to have her do everything that could pop into his mind.
"Suck my ass out," he commanded her, "Suck it, honey, suck it. Ohhh, like that. Drive it up there. Farther! Oh, yes, like that. Faster! Keep your hand moving."
Donna felt sick of trying to satisfy men's carnal lusts, first it was Charlie making her suck everything on his body, and then it was Dandy driving his dagger-dick up her hot hole, and now, the producer Harry had to get his licks too.
"You're a sweetheart," he panted, pushing his buttocks closer to her mouth. "Ohhh, baby, better cop your mouth on my cock!"
She let her mouth slide over his joystick, and Harry was happy. He reached for the dildo which she'd used in the first scene in the morning, and he begged her.
"Give me the shaft, honey-I like to get my ass fucked too."
Now, she knew she had to finish him off, so she picked up the dildo she'd used in her snatch, and slid it up his hot, wiggling asshole.
"Yes, yes, baby," he panted, "Just the way I like it! Fuck me, honey-fuck me real good."
Her mouth traveled up and down his rod, as her hand moved the dildo in and out of his thrusting, pitching buttocks, and suddenly she had a vision. She realized now, that the movies depicting the colorful, tormented lives of whores never did tell the whole story.
As her throat felt his huge penis sliding down it, she realized that men can think of more dirty, disgusting things to do when they're paying a woman to have sex with them. The sky becomes the limit.
All the awful things they couldn't get their wives to do because of passionate love, they were now forcing other women to do, because they were down-on-their-luck. Either that or warped, she reasoned.
But one thing she knew, letting a man use her mouth and throat as a place to fuck the hell out of her wasn't exactly her idea of a good time.
"Suck that joystick," the producer begged the young naked skin-flick star, "Ohhh, baby, give, give, give me a nice, hot cocksuck. Keep that dildo going up my asshole, honey. Ohhhh, doesn't that dick taste good?"
And that was always another thing She never could understand. Why did each man think his penis was the greatest thing in the world for a woman's asshole, a woman's vagina, a woman's mouth and throat. Didn't it ever occur to them, the damned ramrod could be so long and hard it was disgusting.
"I'm almost there. Ohhh, now ... don't stop. Suck it!" he cried, and the big hot spasms of sperm flashed down her throat.
"Hurry up, will ya'?" Charlie demanded as he pounded on the door. "Don't take all night, will ya?"
"Coming," Harry laughed, "Yeah, I'm coming alright-" And to himself, he thought-coming right in your girlfriend's mouth. The boyfriend's surprise had backfired!