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Chapter 1

Charlotte Dayton's beautifully sculptured face turned into a
scowl as her car coughed again, sputtered, and died.
"Damn it!" She looked at the gas gauge for the tenth time.
It registered the same three quarters of a tank. She pumped the
pedal and turned the key in the ignition. The motor whined and
refused to start.
"Balls," Charlotte muttered, giving up. She opened the door
and climbed out of the car, glancing around. "Damn, why did I
listen to George? Taking this stupid shortcut!" She talked to
the wind as it tousled her thick red- hair.
Reaching inside the car for the latch, she unlocked the hood.
She hauled the hood up with a grunt and peered inside.
She shook her head and straightened up. As she stood with
hands on her hips, her eyes scanning the deserted area, she
spotted a large house about a quarter of a mile down the road.
"Shit! It's the last time I listen to you, George," she
said, annoyed, as if he were there. Her face grim with
determination, she trudged down the road to the lone house. After
a phone call, she would be on her way ... again In no time.
She stumbled up the path to the house, her high heels
catching in the pebbles. She groaned, walking uneasily up the
narrow path, her well-rounded ass swinging in the tight- fitting
designer jeans. She reached the crest of the path, her soft tits
rising and falling underneath her sweater as she caught her
breath.
Knocking on the large old fashioned door, she relaxed.
Things could be worse, it could be night, and this God-forsaken
house could have been ten miles down the road. The door creaked
open.
"Yes?" A tall statuesque blonde appeared, her voice deep and
sultry. Her wide blue eyes quickly took inventory of Charlotte's
lush petite figure.
Charlotte caught the glancing appraisal and immediately
sensed the erotic aura that surrounded the tall beautiful blonde.
"My car broke down," Charlotte began. "Could I use your phone to
call a gas station?"
The blonde's exquisite features broke into a smile, a
sizzling smile that reeked of sex. "Come on in. The phone's over
there on the table."
The tall blonde stood aside, allowing Charlotte to enter.
She feasted her eyes on Charlotte's delicious swinging ass encased
in the skintight jeans. Her tongue slid across her full lips, her
body tensed like a large cat ready to pounce on an unsuspecting
sparrow.
Charlotte felt the woman's eyes on her. For some reason it
made her shudder as she picked up the phone and dialed
information. She held the phone to her ear, a quizzical
expression on her pretty face.
Charlotte's green eyes swept over the luscious blonde as she
tapped the button. "Your phone's dead," she told her, swearing to
herself that it wasn't her day.
"Really?" The blonde's eyebrows arched, her long graceful
legs bringing her to the phone. She listened intently, tapped the
button a few time, and shrugged. "You're right." She tapped the
button a few more times, still listening as she held the phone to
her ear.
Charlotte was a full head shorter than the blonde woman. Her
sparkling emerald eyes followed the curve of the elegant blonde's
neck, down over her huge melon tits to her slim waist, and
stopping as the waist flared out into full, voluptuous hips. The
woman's sexual aura was overpowering and Charlotte stepped back,
quieting the tremor in her stomach.
The blonde turned slightly. "I'm awfully sorry. I don't
know what to suggest." Her exquisitely toned voice, everything
about her, suggested only one thing: sex--pure animal sex. It was
written in her deep-blue eyes, across her full red mouth, and
exuded from every pore of her perfectly proportioned body.
Charlotte was aware of the blonde's obvious leer. She felt
as if she were being stripped of her clothing. It was a powerful
sensation. "If you could drive me into town ... I know it's an
imposition but I'd be willing to pay you."
The blonde laid her hand on Charlotte's slender arm. The
contact was charged with electricity. "My brother is away for a
while," the statuesque woman explained. "I'm sure when he returns
he'll be glad to take you into town." Her face glowed with animal
magnetism, her strong features radiant. "Maybe he can look at the
car himself."
"I couldn't--" Charlotte refused, then thought better of it.
Her face brightened. "It would be wonderful."
"Good," the blonde said. "We can have a drink and get
acquainted while we wait." She turned and her clinging silk dress
licked her knees as she strode elegantly into the living room.
Her well-proportioned body turned to Charlotte. "I have just the
thing to take the chill out of you." Her blonde fluffy hair was
like spun gold caressing her face.
Mesmerized, Charlotte followed. She was glad George wasn't
here, he would be drooling. This intoxicating woman appeared to
be exactly what George liked. She was certainly the sexiest
female she had ever met--not just sexy but blatantly sexy without
trying, with a touch of danger thrown in to make the juices flow.
Charlotte bit her lip, forcing back the thoughts from her mind.
She blushed, her cheeks burning as the blonde turned, catching
Charlotte's gaze.
The same sultry smile came to the blonde's lips, revealing a
hint of pearl-white teeth. "Since we'll be together, I think it
would be nice if we knew each other's name." Her sensual body
floated as she went behind the bar, her long, graceful fingers
bringing out two tall glasses. She moved with total ease. "I'm
Felicia." She dropped ice cubes into the glasses and her eyebrows
raised expectantly.
"I'm Charlotte. My friends call me Lotty." Charlotte
surprisingly felt her breath shorten and her heart skipping.
Felicia splashed scotch over the ice in liberal amounts,
carried the drinks over to the coffee table and handed one to
Charlotte. "This'll warm you up."
"Yes, it is a bit chilly out," Charlotte said, then sipped
the potent drink slowly. "Mmmmm. This is a coincidence. My
favorite scotch served the way I like it, over the rocks. "
Felicia was seated on the large comfortable velvet chair and
motioned Charlotte to the couch opposite her. "Sit down ...
relax." Felicia crossed her long sensuous legs, the silk dress
gliding effortlessly up her thigh. "Craig, my brother, will be a
while."
The husky note in her voice was heavy. Her long fingers, the
nails dabbed in a brilliant red, curled around her glass of
scotch. Her other hand toyed with one of the buttons of her
dress.
Charlotte settled into the soft luxurious comforts of the
couch, draining the savory scotch almost to the end before
realizing she had done it. "God, I needed that."
Charlotte's gaze reverted to the button of Felicia's dress
for the third time, watching the long painted fingers playing with
it. Charlotte thought again of George and was again glad he
wasn't here. This woman was dynamite!
"You're very beautiful," Felicia said abruptly, her voice
heavy, laced with sex. "Craig will be very happy to help you."
Charlotte felt a twinge of discomfort. She forced a smile
anyway, suspicious about what she might have to do for the help.
"I'm married," she told the blonde woman plainly, setting her
empty glass down on the table in front of her. "George, that's my
husband, will be very grateful for all the help you're giving me."
She kept her warm smile on her face. "You married?"
"Not yet." The button finally came open. "Maybe someday
I'll meet someone who can make me happy."
Charlotte leaned back comfortably into the soft cushions of
the couch and relaxed. She hadn't felt this good in years. She
sighed aloud and then was startled that she had. She began
giggling, surprised at herself for acting so silly.
"I'll bet it'll take more than one man to make you happy."
Charlotte's hand instantly flew to her open mouth, her eyes
widening in shock. She swallowed uneasily, trying to comprehend
her actions. Her thoughts being blurted out like that, without a
moment's hesitation, she thought it absurd. She began giggling
again. The sound of her own voice was strange, eerie.
Felicia laughed with her, a sizzling throaty laugh that oozed
of lust. "Maybe a couple of women, too."
Charlotte's head was whirling. "I ... I ... didn't--Women?
You like women ... sexually?" She gulped harder, a tremor
sweeping through her groin. She felt funny, fuzzy around the
edges and all warm and gooey inside.
"I like anything that will give me pleasure," Felicia purred,
"whether it's a man, a woman ..." She paused, looking Charlotte
right in the eye. "... or animals."
"Animals?" Charlotte gasped incredulously, the room whirling
even faster, her body tingling from her head to her toes. She
tried getting up, but couldn't co-ordinate her muscles properly.
Her limbs didn't seem to respond to her wishes.
"Ohhh, yesss," Felicia hissed in her catlike tone, her eyes
glittering dangerously. "Animals and women can be very exciting."
She stepped closer to Charlotte. "Have you ever made love to a
woman--or a dog?"
"No." Charlotte's answer came out of her mouth like a
whisper, her voice raspy, her throat dry, parched. "It's so ..."
Her sentence hung lifeless in the air as her mouth dropped
suddenly. Felicia was stripping off her dress.
"I see you're shocked," Felicia purred, an expression of
delight and excitement in her eyes. She eased the dress off her
shoulders. It whispered to the floor, a puddle at her feet.
"Wouldn't you like to kiss me, touch me, feel my body, my tits, my
pussy?"
Charlotte's eyes shone like glass with the effects of the
strong drink. In Charlotte's mind, she wanted to leave, but
another part of her seemed drawn to this beautiful creature.
Charlotte shook her head, ineffectually clearing it of the buzz
that was careening around in her brain.
"I can tell you want me," Felicia said, her soothing tone
hypnotic and soft. "We can enjoy ourselves together until my
brother returns."
"Nnnooo," Charlotte mouthed half-heartedly, finding the very
thing Felicia suggested revolting and yet desirable at this
moment. She had to get out of here! She attempted to stand up,
but her limpid body fell back to the couch, her head reeling, all
of her senses heightened.
Charlotte couldn't help but notice the intoxicating perfume
that this golden goddess wore. It seemed stronger now. Her
stomach was fraught with butterflies and she knew her panties were
soaked. She couldn't comprehend this. Never, never in her life
had she felt this way. Fragmented thoughts plagued her dizzy
mind. A woman, the mention of animals ... Those repulsive,
sickening thoughts whirled through her head like a storm. Yet she
desired what the woman suggested.
She couldn't understand the dramatic change in herself. All
of a sudden, it hit her like a bolt of lightning. The drink! Her
eyes widened with the realization. She had been drugged!
Felicia saw it on her face. "Yes, my gorgeous little pet. I
put something in your drink. Nothing dangerous. It is truly a
wonder drug. Wipes away all will, leaves a person highly
susceptible, clears away all inhibitions." She winked. "You're
already thinking about how nice it would be to touch and kiss me,"
Felicia said knowingly.
Charlotte found herself nodding in agreement, unable to stop
herself. She anticipated the taste of the luscious woman's red
glistening mouth. A hungry expression flooded Charlotte's face as
she stared hotly at the tall, beautiful blonde.
Chartotte's eyes wandered to the goddess's tits--large,
melon-shaped, encased in black lace, an ample amount spilling out.
Charlotte's dreamy-eyed gaze swept down her golden body to the
wispy band of lace that hugged Felicia's hips and concealed the
delights of her pussy. Charlotte's eyes continued down Felicia's
long never-ending legs, stopping at the smooth curve of her
calves. She kept her eyes there, fighting the perverted urges
that were growing inside her.
"Look at me, Lotty," Felicia mewed, her voice dripping with
desire. "Look at me and want, want what I have to offer."
Charlotte lifted her eyes slowly, drooling as she stared
wide-eyed at Felicia's cunt wrapped in a package of black lace.
She wanted Felicia's pussy, wanted it so badly she could actually
smell the aromatic scent exuding from between Felicia's sensuously
long legs.
Felicia stepped closer. She was within Charlotte's reach.
Her perfume and body musk attacked Charlotte's senses and added to
the power of the drug. "Take off my panties, Lotty. Look at my
cunt."
Charlotte obeyed willingly. At this moment, the most
important thing in her life was to feast her gaze on Felicia's
blonde-haired pussy. Charlotte's hands touched the exotic woman's
hips, static electricity seeming to sizzle from the tips of her
fingers. Latching onto the elastic of Felicia's panties, she
slipped the black lace down, baring her full hips and then a
neatly trimmed triangle of silky blonde pussy hair. She
swallowed, her head in the clouds as she let Felicia's panties
drop to the floor. Felicia stepped back and out of her panties.
"Your pussy is beautiful," Charlotte admitted openly. She
couldn't believe herself blurting out things she never would have
even thought about in the past. "It makes my mouth water. I'm so
hot!"
Charlotte gave up fighting her urges. Whether they were born
of her own self, or induced by the drug, it didn't matter. They
were there and she craved to satisfy them. Charlotte looked up at
Felicia. "I'm hot."
"Then do something about it," Felicia said. "For now, I
belong to you." Her flashing eyes said exactly the opposite.
Charlotte staggered to her feet. Her legs wobbled for a
second and she moved unsteadily, but it passed. Her green eyes
burned into the twin mounds of golden tittie flesh trapped in
Felicia's bra. She had to free them. Satisfying her impulse, her
hands went to the goddess's shoulders, slipping the straps off.
Trembling on her feet, Charlotte spotted the hook in the front and
snapped it open. She heaved a sigh of relief. She was gorgeous!
"Ummmm," Felicia moaned, reveling in her freed tits. She was
always hot, always turned on. She caressed Charlotte's flushed
face that was almost level with her tits. "You're such a
beautiful doll, so delicate, so fragile."
Felicia's deep sultry voice caromed in Charlotte's brain as
her hands spanned the golden tits, her fingers sinking into the
bloated softness. Charlotte was captivated by her creamy golden
skin.
"Mmmmmm, your tits are so big, so beautiful." Charlotte
squeezed the tits and heard whimpering sighs of pleasure escaping
Felicia's lips. It was music to Charlotte's ears.
Felicia took her hands off Charlotte's petite body, the bra
floating to the floor. She stepped out of Charlotte's grasp.
"It's not fair for only one of us to be naked."
Charlotte quickly and clumsily pulled her sweater off,
tugging it over her head and tossing it carelessly to the floor.
Her breathing was shallow, rapid, noisy. Her hands peeled the
tight jeans off her slim hips and down her slender legs. She
exhibited herself before the elegant blonde, modeling unashamedly,
treating Felicia to a luscious look at her own small compact body-
-a smaller version of Felicia's perfection.
Charlotte's lush curves, sweeping hips, jutting tits were
sweet and innocent, with a sexual subtlety. Felicia's strong
physical beauty was blatantly sexual, an advertisement for lust.
Eager to be naked, Charlotte snapped off her bra and kicked
off her panties. Charlotte gasped, as naked as the tall jewel who
waited patiently for her.
"You're even more beautiful naked," Felicia purred. "Kiss
me." Her arms opened for the petite woman, her tits billowing as
she breathed, her swollen nipples pointing.
Charlotte went into Felicia's waiting arms, melting against
the larger woman, her head tilted back, her mouth open and anxious
for the fiery red lips to kiss her.
Felicia encompassed the smaller woman with her embrace and
plunged her tongue into Charlotte's waiting mouth. Felicia's
hands pawed hungrily, kneading, exploring the smaller woman's
flesh, feeding on the softness, the newness of another female.
Her legs slipped easily between Charlotte's thighs, feeling the
heat of her red-haired cunt mound. Felicia's thigh grazed the
juicy pussy and was immediately drenched with cunt-cream.
Charlotte's dainty frame turned into a blazing fire of lust.
She fused her body into Felicia's sucking her tongue-meat,
scraping her cunt against Felicia's smooth thigh, and rubbing her
tits urgently into Felicia's sizzling hot flesh.
Slowly, they both sank to the floor, their fiery bodies
burning up on the inside, their passion fire melting them on the
deep-piled carpet. Their passion-filled moans floated through the
room as their hands and legs became entwined. Their mouths
pressed urgently together, their lips working feverishly. Their
bodies twisted on the soft carpet, wriggling in spasms, hands and
fingers delving--one with the exuberance and curiosity of
inexperience, the other with the deftness of an expert.
Charlotte gasped when her mouth came away from Felicia's
hungry lips. "Oh, my God," Charlotte moaned, "I've, I've never
... ooooohh. I'm so hot!" She pawed Felicia's golden body,
delighting in her catlike murmuring purrs. "I want you so much,
sooo muchhhhh ..." Charlotte lost herself in the larger woman's
bloated tits.
Charlotte slipped her body free of Felicia's embrace,
kissing, licking and tasting the succulent flesh of the golden
goddess for the first time. She was delicious! She worked her
mouth down Felicia's swanlike neck, over her graceful shoulders to
the firm and pulpy meat of her tits. Charlotte hummed, her hot
busy mouth fervently sucking the silky-smooth flesh of one of the
goddess's tits, her hand massaging and gently squeezing the other.
Felicia hissed like a snake, content to let the inexperienced
Charlotte indulge in the sheer pleasure of making it with another
woman. "Your mouth is so hot," Felicia told her, squirming on the
rug. "You're making me all juicy between my legs. " Her long
fingers weaved through Charlotte's red hair and pressed her head
down firmly. "Bite! Bite!"
The small and delicate Charlotte nipped the massive tits,
sinking her sharp teeth into the bullet-like tips. Charlotte
sucked a swollen nipple with ferocity, grinding her mouth and
teeth into it. Charlotte was purring deep in her throat, gurgling
on her own saliva as she washed Felicia's tits in her drool.
With her slender hands, Felicia pushed the delicate creature
down gently, urging the hot sexy Charlotte to explore her entire
body. "My pussy, Lotty. Lick my pussy."
She spread her long legs and, while Charlotte feasted eagerly
on her massive tit, Felicia stroked her own finger through her
blonde pussy, coating it with warm cunt- cream. She brought it to
Charlotte's lips. Her juice-coated finger went into Charlotte's
mouth.
The pungent flavor inflamed Charlotte's mind and she
delighted in the special taste of Felicia's cunt. Sucking the
juice-laden fingers made Charlotte forget the soft tittie flesh
and she gobbled the fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean.
"Delicious," she rasped.
"There's plenty more where that came from," Felicia moaned
heatedly. "I have an unlimited supply right between my legs. Go
down there and see for yourself." She pushed Charlotte down with
more determination this time.
Charlotte was still dazed and wavered in the strange
sensations of her drugged stupor. She allowed Felicia to guide
her down to the delights of her cunt mound as she licked a fiery
path over her belly, sloshing warm spit into her bellybutton. The
musky scent grew stronger as she slowly descended to the object of
her desire--the goddess's pussy.
"Eat me," Felicia moaned between jagged breaths. Her ass
humped, tempting Charlotte. "Eat me!"
Charlotte busily slobbered over Felicia's thighs, en route to
her sensitive pussy. Charlotte stopped, her mind swirling in a
vat of bubbling passion. Her eyes became fixed on the reddened
cunt and the white cream oozing from deep within Felicia's body.
She licked her lips in readiness for the tender delicacy of
Felicia's choice pussy-meat.
"Don't torment me," Felicia whimpered excitedly. "Do it! Do
it quick before I lose my mind." This was no longer a game. Her
lust had encompassed her in its web. She was trapped, unable to
be freed until she was satisfied. "Lick it. Tongue my
pussssyyy!" She opened her red swollen pussy tips for Charlotte.
"EAT!" It was a hoarse gurgling demand. "EAT!"
Charlotte raised her head from between Felicia's long, sexy
legs. Charlotte hissed, seeing the animal lust on the goddess's
face. A sly grin spread across Charlotte's mouth as she spoke.
"When I'm ready."
"Ewwwwwwwww, you little bitch," Felicia crooned, liking
Charlotte's response. The tiny creature was a natural! Felicia
tingled with the fantastic joy of knowing she would have her for
an entire week. "Eat me!" One blissful week!
Charlotte, her inhibitions gone and her passion in control,
jabbed a finger into the hot gulping pussy and gouged into the
spongy wet walls. "You like that?" Charlotte rasped.
"Yesss," Felicia answered, her high-shrilled voice breaking.
She rode Charlotte's finger in her cunt, her cunt muscles
squeezing as much pleasure from it as she could. "Now your
tongue. Use your tongue!"
Charlotte pulled her finger out from Felicia's pussy and
wiped it clean with her tongue. With her head whirling round and
round, she swooped down to the blonde woman's cunt, ready to feast
on the velvety lips and oozing slit of Felicia's pussy. She
clamped her mouth tight against the hot cunt, holding steadfast as
Felicia contorted with wild spasms.
"Ahhhh, Lotty! Suck! Suck!" Felicia went berserk on
Charlotte's clamped mouth, grinding and twisting in frantic
gyrations, her huge tits jerking with her erotic contortions. Her
hands sought out her own flesh and began clawing. "Tongue me!"
Charlotte was overwhelmed. Her small hands grasped Felicia's
hips for a moment, then slid under her humping ass, her mouth
still clamped onto Felicia's delicious pussy. She dug her fingers
into the woman's ass cheeks and plunged her tongue deep into her
pussy.
Felicia cried out in bliss. "Ohhh, YESSS!" She went crazy,
thrashing on the floor, her mouth open, moaning incoherently, her
fists pounding the carpet.
Charlotte sucked with a vengeance, lashing her tongue across
Felicia's oozing pussy and tasting the buttery sauce. She lapped
up the flavorful pussy ooze, the seeping cream adhering to her
face and mouth. Charlotte knew what to do. She sucked the
swollen lips of Felicia's delicious cunt into her mouth, reveling
in the scrumptious meal. She sucked on the woman's cunt the way
she liked George to do it to her. Her mouth released Felicia's
pussy lips and drew in the hard, bloated clit. Charlotte was at
once rewarded with a piercing howl that made her shiver.
Felicia went into a violent rage. "Ohhh, Lotty! Bite my
ditty! Chew it! Hurt meeee!"
Charlotte obliged with overwhelming fervor. She chewed on
the frantic woman's clit as if she were chewing a piece of tough
rubbery meat. She nipped it with gusto, turning her captor into a
mass of whimpering squirming flesh.
"Lotty! Lotty! I'm sooo, sooo close!" Her hips hammered
the carpeted floor, her pussy continually creaming, her tits
bouncing, her arms and fists pounding the rug. "Ohhhh, I'm I'm
... ooooh!"
Charlotte reveled in getting another woman off with her
mouth. It spurred her on. She sucked and chewed on the tender
meat of succulent pussy with renewed vigor, plunging her tongue
deep inside the pulsing cunt, then slashing it across the hard
button clit again for the final assault.
"I'm cummmmminggggg!" Felicia moaned, her siren wail piercing
Charlotte's ears. An explosion rumbling deep inside her pussy
spread like wildfire to encompass the rest of her twisting body.
Felicia soared. A tidal wave of orgasms swept through her lush
body like giant waves curling and gaining momentum to slash their
fierce power against the shore.
Charlotte needed no announcement of Felicia's climax. The
gyrating, jerking body of the larger woman and the river of hot
cunt- cream told her before the shrill cry. Charlotte rode the
fury of Felicia's orgasm, her teeth clamped tight to the throbbing
blood-gorged clit, where all the pleasure originated. Once
Felicia's clit was tightly trapped in Charlotte's teeth, she used
her tongue and beat it back and forth, until Felicia went mad.
Felicia, trapped in the pangs of orgasm, ground her pussy
into Charlotte's mouth and mashed her clit between the eager
novice's teeth. Felicia's head snapped from one side to the
other, her face a burnt-red, her blue crystal eyes dilated,
focusing on the spinning ceiling.
"I'm creammmmminggggg!" Felicia clawed the rug with her
talon-like nails, her legs flailing, her heels thudding into the
floor.
Scalding white cum gushed from Felicia's oozing pussy,
drowning Charlotte in a pool of it. Charlotte drank it and found
it to be the most delicious juice she had ever tasted, a sumptuous
feast. She renewed her attack by gnashing her teeth into the
woman's clit, hurling Felicia once again to the summit for another
wild ride into ecstasy.
Felicia's back arched, her head thrown back, blonde strands
of hair fanned out across the carpet. A violent orgasm wreaked
its destruction on her jangled nervous system. She screamed
hoarsely and tremulously, hot shivery spasms racking her body,
tearing through her cunt and stomach.
The last wave of her orgasm washed over her and she collapsed
back on the carpet, squirming and twisting from its aftermath.
She tumbled with the crashing waves, lightheaded and swirling in
the white water until her orgasm left her beached on the shore.
Her magnificent body quivered silently, then she sighed, a soft
purr.
Charlotte came up from between the woman's sticky thighs, her
face drenched with the filmy cum-cream. "I loved it," Charlotte
moaned, still not believing it. "I really loved it."
Felicia rolled away. "You're going to love this even more."
Felicia scrambled down to the petite woman and licked her face and
chin clean of her own cum juice.
The blonde goddess reciprocated, turning Charlotte into a
bundle of bubbling energy. She sucked Charlotte until she
climaxed.
When Charlotte came back to reality, she clutched Felicia's
body. "I don't believe the things I'm doing," Charlotte confessed
dreamily. "Is it the drug?"
"Partially," Felicia's husky voice purred.
"I hope it lasts forever," Charlotte said, floating in a
state of euphoria and liking the freedom of having no regrets, no
conscience.
"Soon you won't need the drug. You'll be like you should be-
-open with no repressive thoughts about sex, especially with
animals."
"George wants me to make it with a dog," Charlotte giggled
while she held Felicia, luxuriating in her softness. "Maybe you
should give my husband some of this stuff you gave me. He'd be
able to give me the drug and he'd have his wish." She giggled
again as she thought about it.
"Maybe you won't need it," Felicia said, crawling out of
Charlotte's arms. "When you leave here, you might have a whole
new perspective about sex." Felicia reached into a drawer under
the coffee table. "Look at these." She handed the naked
Charlotte a packet of photos.
Charlotte's eyes bugged out at the sight of the pictures.
They were of Felicia and a giant Doberman pinscher. The close-up
shots of the dog's giant cock looked menacing, disgusting, yet
Charlotte's mouth dried up, then watered in speculation.
"He's my pet. His name is Khan," Felicia explained in her
husky tone. "My brother gave him to me a few years ago. His
cock, as you can see, is abnormally large."
Still under the spell of the drug, yet slowly coming out of
it, Charlotte leered at the pictures. She was fraught with mixed
emotions. Disgust and desire struggled inside her.
"God, I'd like to have him fuck me." Charlotte tried gulping
back the vile words, but her thought had already been spoken.
"You'll have plenty of time to enjoy Khan," Felicia promised.
She stroked Charlotte's soft silky thigh flesh. "You'll learn to
enjoy all the excitement of a dog, his long tongue, his long cock;
everything. You'll fuck him, suck him and he'll lick your cunt."
Her intoxicating voice was soft, having that same melodious
quality that had been present earlier.
"I can't wait," Charlotte said slowly, suddenly feeling
sleepy. "I ... I ..." She was drifting. She looked to Felicia
for help. The beautiful image of the goddess turned fuzzy. Her
head spun. The room spun. She didn't know what to do.
Felicia cradled her, bringing her tightly into her arms. She
felt Charlotte shudder, then drop into a light sleep. She eased
the dead weight out of her arms and gazed with hunger one last
time at the petite morsel of delight sleeping soundly on the
floor. After a few moments, Craig came into the room.
"Take her up to her room, Craig." She stood up, stretching
her long catlike body. Every muscle, every inch of her glowing
flesh was alive.
Craig smiled. "I got it all on film." His long body leaned
over as he scooped up the sleeping Charlotte into his powerful
arms.
"We're going to have a ball with our guest before she goes.
A real ball." Felicia still had her eye on Charlotte.
Craig laughed. "My cock is aching already." His one hand
was strategically placed under Charlotte's ass, a finger in the
wet oozing gash of her dripping pussy. "I can't wait." He turned
and carried her away.
Felicia plopped back down in a chair and heaved a sigh, her
hand going to her pussy. She settled back, her eyes closing. The
hot torrid session with Charlotte had worn her out.



Chapter 2

Charlotte opened her eyes. She felt numb, fuzzy, still
filled with the cobwebs of sleep. Drugs! She bolted up in bed.
The sudden jerk practically sent her brain spinning. She moaned,
half-asleep.
She sat on the edge of the bed holding her head. An image of
what she had done flashed vividly before her eyes like a silent
motion picture.
"Oh, my God!" she said to herself.
Warily, she glanced around. She was in a beautiful room.
She stood, then realized for the first time that she was naked. A
whimpering gasp escaped her mouth. Her eyes darted around the
room for her clothes. Panic gripped her--she didn't see them!
She ran to the closet, threw it open. Empty. The drawers to the
dresser--the same. Empty. She went to the door and tried the
knob. It didn't turn. Fear twisted its grip on her heart. Her
throat tightened, it was impossible to swallow. She was a
prisoner!
"Jesus ... ooooh ... GOD!" She shook, every nerve in her
body caught up in her fear.
She spun on her bare feet, seeing another door. Relief swept
over her, and she dashed over to it. Halfway there, she was
stopped short by a clicking noise. She froze, her feet cemented
to the floor.
"I see you're awake," Felicia's sultry voice floated out of
nowhere. "I hope you don't have too bad of a hangover."
Charlotte swiveled, looking around, searching for where the
voice was coming from. "Where, where are you?"
"In another room," Felicia purred. "Do you remember this
afternoon? How delicious our first meeting was.
Charlotte gasped, the awful memory of what they had done
flashed through her mind. Each detail of their encounter was
crisp and clear and revolting. The hot torrid voice spoke to her
through the loudspeakers with a jarring recount of her perverted
lust.
"It wasn't me," Charlotte screamed to the walls. "It wasn't
me! I was drugged, drugged! I couldn't help myself!" She began
to cry, sinking to the bed. She sobbed into her hands.
"The drug only allows you to be yourself," Felicia told her
through the speakers. "You were absolutely delicious, too. I
hope you're ready to explore some other facets of your sexual
personality."
She was appalled. Fear flooded Charlotte's face. "What,
what do you mean?" She was trembling, frightened out of her
scull.
"You remember," Felicia taunted. "Your interest in dogs and
how exciting it would be to make love to one."
A wailing sob racked Charlotte's lung. Desperation made her
run to the other door, her small firm tits quivering as she
frantically yanked on the knob. The door was locked, just like
the first one. She rushed to the other door and tried it again.
"Let me get out of here! Let me go!"
"There's so much left for you to enjoy," Felicia continued.
'You're my guest and it's my duty to see that you're made happy."
"My husband, my husband will miss me ... the police ... if I
don't show up at my sisters you'll go to jail--" She was ranting,
looking for the one thing to say that would force them to let her
go. "I'll never say a word if you let me leave now."
The laugh was genuine, with a hint of the macabre laced
through it. "Everything's been taken care of," Felicia said.
"Don't fret. Enjoy your new home for a while and the pleasures
I'll introduce to you."
Charlotte's fists drummed on the door. She was screaming and
crying.
"You'll tire yourself out," Felicia said soothingly. "I
would think you would want to save your strength for Khan."
Charlotte stopped her pounding. Sniffing back her sobs, a
new fear surged inside her. "Khan? I, don't--" The name was
vaguely familiar.
"You remember, Lotty. Khan is my special dog that my brother
gave me a few years ago. I mentioned him to you."
"I, don't know about any dog," Charlotte spat, hoping it were
true.
"You seemed so interested in making love to him, too."
Felicia made clicking sounds of disapproval with her tongue.
"It's a good thing Khan isn't listening," Felicia laughed. "His
feelings might get hurt."
"Ohhh, God," Charlotte moaned. "Dogs." She leaned against
the door, lightheaded, woozy. "I won't do it with dogs! It's--"
"Wonderful," Felicia broke in. "Dogs are wonderful lovers
and can be such good company when you're alone. You told me
yourself your husband would like you to try it."
"No!" Charlotte wailed, remembering that conversation only
too clearly now. "Pleeeease let me go!"
Suddenly, there was another clicking sound. Her eyes darted
to the door across the room.
"Yes," Felicia said, "I promised you a treat and here he is."
As she spoke a square flap in the door opened and a large
black head peeked in. Khan pointed his muzzle, sniffing the new
scent.
Charlotte let out a scream as the giant black Doberman
pinscher came into the room, the flap in the door dropping back
into position with another click. The white shiny fangs glistened
perilously as the dog growled. His coal-black eyes burned into
Charlotte's shrinking body. She cowered, trying to blend in with
the woodwork.
"Take him away! Take him away!" Charlotte cried
hysterically.
Her eyes filled with overwhelming fear and she gulped, frozen
to the spot where she sat. She swallowed her voice as the dog
took a step toward her. Whimpering sighs of helplessness emanated
from her quivering mouth as her body trembled uncontrollably. Her
heart beat in her throat, the thumping sound echoing in her ears.
She shut her eyes, expecting to wake up from this horrible
dream, only to be disappointed when she reopened her eyes. The
monstrous dog was still there, only closer.
Charlotte's eyes flitted about desperately, seeking safety.
There was none, not even a window to leap through. Her face
brightened, noticing the flap in the door where the dog had come
through. Holding her breath, she inched around the room, closer
and closer to the door. She gasped. Freedom was only inches away
and the dog was only watching, not attacking.
She slithered down, her fingers crawling along the wall to
touch the metal flap. She pushed. It didn't budge. She pushed
again, becoming frantic.
"Sorry," Felicia's hot, sexy voice purred. "It locks
automatically. It looks as if you'll just have to let Khan
entertain you for a while." A deep throaty laugh followed. Then
a snapping noise reverberated in the room. It was a signal to
Khan.
The Doberman growled, his lips drawing back, showing his full
set of sharp, dangerous teeth, the sparkling white fangs dripping
saliva. When he saw Charlotte freeze, he came toward her, his
paws padding silently on the thick carpet.
"Noooooooo, noooo, noooo!" Charlotte whimpered like a lost
child, sinking to the floor, her legs unable to function
correctly. "Noooooo!"
She curled up into a ball, sobbing into her hands, her eyes
closed, every nerve in her body twitching as she waiting to be
ripped apart by the demonic-looking beast.
Khan sniffed her thighs, his cold nose brushing lightly
against the trembling skin.
"Aaaayiieeee!" Charlotte squealed, going into hysterics. Her
body cringed more tightly into a ball. "Don't bite me. Don't
bite me."
The dog, used to the screams of frightened women, never
flinched. He continued to sniff out the new smell of the small-
framed woman. The terror exuding from Charlotte's pores was
almost as stimulating as the heavy musky scent of dried pussy
juice. His cold, wet nose flared and his tongue swiped over
Charlotte's thigh flesh. He lathered her curled-up legs with his
warm doggie drool.
Once he was satisfied with the shuddering woman's thighs and
calves, the huge black beast began licking her arms as she held
them pinned to her chest. His tongue slapped out across her
hands, glued to her frightened face. He growled, a low unearthly
sound that brought hard sobs from the cringing Charlotte.
"Take him away ... ooooohhhhhhhh ... pleeeeease!" She was
scared senseless, afraid to look up, afraid that at any second the
dog would bite a chunk out of her. "Go away! Goooo ...
aaawayyy!"
"You shouldn't be so snobbish," Felicia's familiar voice
floated out through the loudspeaker system. "Khan only wants to
be your friend. He loves women, especially pretty women like you,
with nice soft silky bodies."
Felicia was watching the closed-circuit television, her pussy
soaked with her seething cunt-cream. She leered at Charlotte's
naked body shivering on the floor and rubbed her own juice-laden
pussy, moaning to herself as her swirling fingers caressed her
blonde cunt mound. She was always ready, ready for either man,
woman, or beast. Her boiling juices flowed over her active
fingers, her blazing stare fixed on the television. Her sultry
voice flowed through the room that held Charlotte prisoner as she
spoke into the microphone.
Charlotte wanted to lash out at the soft perverted voice that
was filling her head with loathsome thoughts. The dog was licking
her hands and face and becoming increasingly active with his
lapping tongue. She blamed it on the seductive voice, associating
the two.
The dog whimpered, his bluish-red tongue going into
Charlotte's ear. His tongue was long and wet, with warm spit
dribbling from around the edges. Khan nibbled on her tiny
earlobe, then slashed his whip-like tongue across her neck, and
nuzzled his pointed snout between her bent elbows. He sought the
tender flesh of this new woman's tits, the flesh he had grown to
like on Felicia, his mistress.
"Allow him to lick your tits," Felicia moaned to Charlotte,
her voice tight and heavy with passion. "You'll love it. He's so
gentle."
All the hideous memories of what she had done with Felicia
bombarded Charlotte's mind. Khan persisted in his quest to get at
her tits and it made her sick. This seemed like a dream--a
nightmare--a hazy nightmarish dream of terror.
Khan growled, his stubby tail wagging furiously. He barked
and shook his long head, his cold nose snuggling between
Charlotte's forearms and finally touching the flesh of her bare
tits. He continued, barking and nuzzling. His strength forced
her arms apart for a moment or two before he pulled back and
barked his disapproval.
"You better give him his way," Felicia warned. "Khan gets
very angry when he's deprived of what he wants." She paused, her
own fingers imbedded inside her pussy making her quiver. "He'll
bite you, bite your arm if you don't give him your tits."
It was a threat Charlotte believed and her throat
constricted. Her choices were limited-- refuse the beast the
flesh of her tits and be bitten, or give into him and suffer the
depraved act of having a dog lick her.
Slowly, fearfully, she lowered her arms. At least she
wouldn't be maimed, at least she hoped not. Her eyes shifted to
the camera peering down at her, hating the thought of giving the
bitch pleasure--pleasure she knew Felicia was having by treating
her in this inhumane manner. She felt sick just thinking about
the things they had done together. How she had enjoyed the
perverted things she had done to the blonde. Now it sickened her.
"Aaieee!" Charlotte whimpered as the dog's hard tongue
slapping violently on her tits brought her quickly back to the
present. What was happening now was worse, even more sickening!
Her eyes widened. She stared at the black, hairy dog
intently licking the flesh of her soft tits. Her eyes followed
his tongue as it whipped across her tittie mounds. Each contact
of his wet tongue brought a shuddering groan from Charlotte's
throat and a churning of her stomach. Her hand went to her mouth,
and she was afraid she was going to be sick.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Felicia's voice tormented. "It
makes me jealous to see you enjoy all of Khan's favor."
Charlotte looked up at the camera. She was ready to kill the
woman whose voice was tormenting her, whose drug had turned her
into a vile animal like the blonde bitch.
Her hands clenched into fists. She moved towards the camera
and its impersonal eye focused on her naked body.
When she moved, Khan growled, nipping her arm.
Charlotte froze. Being licked was better than being chewed
alive.
The ferocious-looking dog was happy again as he slobbered his
spit between Charlotte's two tittie mounds. They were smaller
than his mistress's and he enjoyed the difference. His nostrils
reveled in the aroma of a new pussy as he licked the naked woman's
tits, his tongue whipping over both fleshy mounds and across her
nipples. They were pointed and rigid with fright. He whined,
growling low, nuzzling his pointed snout in between her firm tits
and tasting the succulent meat.
Charlotte was slumped against the wall in shock, her eyes
seeing but not believing what was happening to her. Her heart was
trying to leap to her throat. Her sour stomach was tight and
tumbled in somersaults. Her mind was trying to comprehend all
that was happening to her.
"Like having your tits licked by a dog?" Felicia asked. Her
body tingled as she watched the cowering Charlotte with a hungry
passion. "His tongue is marvelous." Her eyes closed for a second
and thrilled to the sexual joys that she and her pet shared. She
heaved a shivery sigh and continued to watch the monitor.
Charlotte was horror-stricken. She cringed, utter horror
sweeping over her face as she saw the ugly beast, tired of
sloshing her tits with his vile spit, sniff down lower, catching
the scent of her cunt. Afraid of touching him, yet not about to
let him do those horrible things to her cunt, she pushed a finger
against his snout. "Go away, go away."
The giant Doberman took her timid nudge as a sign of
affection. and licked her hand, whimpering playfully.
Charlotte screwed up her face in disgust and pulled her hand
away. Her body twisted around, trying to protect her pussy from
the shiny black beast with the dangerous coal-black eyes and the
slobbering tongue.
Khan caught the scent of Charlotte's pussy as it drifted up
to him. He inhaled, his cold black nose quivering. He nudged her
with his huge head, trying to get at her pussy, his body slinking
down. He renewed the search for her cunt from another angle but
the woman's legs still hampered him.
Charlotte was afraid the dog would eventually squeeze through
her legs to get at her cunt. She turned, uncurling her legs from
her fetal position and covering her pussy with both hands to
protect herself. All of a sudden, she realized in this position
her tits were completely vulnerable to the peering eye of the
camera and the gaping blonde bitch. Knowing this, Charlotte
turned her head, slowly and furtively inching around to face the
wall, trying to hide her body from the prying eye of the camera
and her cunt from the persistent dog.
Khan, anxious for the taste of sweet pussy-meat, nipped
Charlotte's thigh, his eyes glowing menacingly. He yearned for
that special taste which his mistress had introduced him to and he
had cultivated a taste for.
He nipped Charlotte again with his front teeth, turning her
into a mass of trembling, squeamish nerves.
"Ohhhh, ooaaahh," she cried, believing this time she would be
maimed by the brutish dog's dangerously sharp fangs. She began to
cry again, going into loud racking howls that annoyed Felicia.
"Don't be a stupid little shit, Charlotte," Felicia snapped
into the microphone. "Let the dog have your pussy."
"Noooo," Charlotte wailed. "It's vile, it's--" She was too
scared, too intimidated to speak. The black beast was biting her
legs on his way up to her pussy.
"It's fabulous," Felicia said softly. "Give him a chance."
Her voice was suddenly laced with anger. "I'm getting impatient,
Charlotte."
Charlotte trembled as the dog nipped her tits, catching her
off guard. She turned sharply, falling back, more vulnerable now
as her arms went to brace her fall. She tumbled to her stomach,
still having the presence of mind to protect herself.
Khan pawed her smooth back as she lay frightened and
trembling on her stomach, her legs fused together, her arms
underneath her body. He growled again, snipping his teeth on her
ass and making Charlotte cry louder. He sniffed the crack of her
ass, his tongue darting out and swiping inside the wrinkled, deep
crack.
"Nnnnnn," she whined through clenched teeth. The dog was
feasting on her twin ass cheeks and the crack that separated them.
Khan soaked her ass cheeks as he had soaked her delicious
tits. He bit her ass flesh, nipping it playfully and barking
anxiously for the meat of her sweet-smelling cunt.
Charlotte's head was spinning. No matter which way she
turned some part of her body was open to the dog's tongue. She
found herself losing control of her senses. She was hysterical,
crying, trying to crawl under the bed and find some port of safety
from the vicious animal and the blonde bitch who was watching her
every move.
Khan saw the naked woman trying to scramble under the bed and
his mouth opened. Latching his jaw around her trim ankle, the
black beast growled his warning. His jaw gripped her ankle as if
it were a bone and he shook his head, holding her ankle with his
teeth, but not breaking the skin.
A piercing laugh floated out the loudspeakers. "You better
not try to hide under that bed. He'll rip off your leg."
With that warning, Charlotte stopped. She would surrender to
her maniacal captor and her vicious dog. She lay on the floor,
defeated, ready to let the dog have his way and be done with it.
She closed her eyes, not able to move a muscle. She was a petite
piece of white creamy flesh, readying herself for what she thought
was the slaughter.
Khan growled deep and menacing, his huge head motionless, his
jaw still holding her trim ankle, his black eyes alert and waiting
for Charlotte to try to escape. Getting no resistance, his mouth
opened and he dropped her ankle. There was spittle all over her
flesh and an indentation evident in her smooth skin from the sharp
tips of his teeth.
Leisurely, Khan licked her leg, working up the back of her
calf.
Charlotte buried her face in her arms, shutting everything
from her mind--the dog's slapping wet tongue and Felicia's dirty
and perverted suggestions that came to her over the loudspeaker
system.
Felicia settled back in the comforts of her chair, her hands
delving between the lips of her juicy pussy. She was drooling.
She watched her pet Doberman swipe his tongue over Charlotte's
sweet creamy nude body. Felicia licked her lips, the taste of
Charlotte's pussy still lingered.
Khan soaked the back of Charlotte's thighs, casually nipping
her ass, his tongue working up a frothy lather between the cheeks
of her creamy, firm ass. He nestled his nose between the back of
her thighs, his head shaking, forcing the docile Charlotte's legs
apart. His tongue hit the back of her pussy.
Charlotte wailed, terrified. She began to shake like never
before. She quivered in sheer fright. She crunched her fists up
and prayed.
At last attaining his goal, Khan growled with satisfaction.
He buried his snout between the folds of her hot cunt and snorted,
his tongue delving into the dry pussy-hole. He plunged his
tongue-meat inside, his doggie spit lathering the hole into a wet
foamy soup. He shoved his nose inside the sweet warmth of her
pussy. Charlotte's whimpering cries of anguish were lost on the
horny beast as he tried to shove his tongue to the very depths of
her cunt.
She cried, afraid to move, afraid that if she did the dog
would bite her pussy the way he had her ankle. She suffered the
degradation of the animal's tongue as it snaked into her cunt and
up through the crack of her ass, praying it would end soon.
Khan enjoyed the scent of her cunt as he worked it feverishly
with his tongue and spit. He dropped to his haunches between the
frightened woman's legs, devoting his tongue to her pussy. He
licked, slurped, and reamed out her delicious cunt. His spit
turned her once dry cunt into a white slimy mess. He squirmed on
the floor,, his black body, sleek and glistening, beginning to get
aroused, his mammoth prick beginning to peek out from the thick-
skinned sheath that housed it. He whimpered excitedly, his black
snout white with his foamy spit.
Growling with intense excitement from Charlotte's succulent
pussy-meat, he forced his nose deep into her pussy. The harsh,
rough action jerked her body and caused friction on her clit. The
scent of her savory cunt was growing stronger the more he licked
and nudged his nose inside. It acted as an incentive for the
horny dog. He became more determined, stretching her pussy with
his pointed muzzle, his teeth nipping her swollen cuntlips gently.
Charlotte was still crying, inwardly fighting the warm
feelings that were beginning to wash over her. The dog's tongue
was bringing out the animal in her that had always been lurking
below the surface. She battled her surging lust, holding her own
against the dog's persistent tongue.
Despite herself, she felt herself slipping. She forced her
mind to think of other things as the dog's lapping tongue drew her
like a magnet to the murky depths of depravity. She concentrated
on her husband, George. Then she erased the thought. He would
probably enjoy this. For the five years they had been married he
had wheedled and hinted that he wanted her to do it with a dog.
His familiar voice raged inside her brain. Now that it was
happening he wasn't even aware of it. It was ironic.
The dog nipped her cuntflesh, presenting her with the real
danger of being chewed alive. He barked, seemingly frustrated.
A grim angry mask dropped over Felicia's face. Charlotte had
plenty of will power. Felicia's hand was between her legs and she
pinched her own clit, feeling a small tantalizing orgasm wash over
her.
Still seated in her chair, Felicia knocked on a door, feeling
the wonderful tremors of her lingering orgasm. "Craig. If you're
done with your dinner, come on out. I'm going down to the room
and fix our sweet little guest." There was an acknowledging grunt
from the other side of the closing door.
Wearing only black crotchless panties and a black lace bra,
Felicia hurried down the hall. She took a key from atop the door
and fitted it into the lock. It clicked and she opened the door,
staring at the scene before her. It made her blood boil
tantalizingly.
"KHAN!"
The dog instantly looked up from the delectable pussy he was
feasting on. His stubby tail wagged.
Felicia snapped her fingers and Khan leaped to her side. He
sat down, glancing up at his mistress for approval as she stroked
the top of his head.
"It looks as if you're going to need something to relax you,"
Felicia said to Charlotte, with a wicked smile. "No need for
subtleties now."
She brought a hypodermic needle out of the leather pouch and
stepped towards Charlotte. "A simple prick of the needle and
you'll lose all this silly prejudice about making love to my
handsome dog."
Terror swept over Charlotte. "OHHH ... NOOOOOOO!"
"Yes, my sweet," Felicia said, kneeling over the prostrated
Charlotte. "When you come to your senses, you won't need this."
She jabbed the needle into Charlotte's arm and smiled. Charlotte
flinched and bit her lip.



Chapter 3

"You bitch!" Charlotte spat at the tall exquisite blonde
petting her sleek, black Doberman. "YOU rotten bitch!"
Felicia was smiling down at her, her whole body tingling,
waiting for the subtle change to occur in Charlotte's behavior.
"Don't be so nasty," she purred. "It's for your own good."
Already Charlotte was beginning to feel the effects of the
drug. "Why?" she sobbed, "why?"
"Let's just say I have a desire to help people overcome their
inhibitions so they can enjoy themselves to the fullest capacity.
I can already see you agree with my ideals."
"You are a bitch, you know?" Charlotte was wavering. She
could feel her muscles relaxing. Her heart was thumping
erratically and she could feel herself succumbing to the influence
of the drug.
"Yes, a hot bitch who likes eating your pussy."
A dreamy smile played at Charlotte's dainty mouth. "I wish
it wasn't true, but I loved eating you, too." She saw the dog in
a different frame of mind. The pictures she had seen of him and
his mistress clouded her thoughts. They seemed so erotic now.
"He's so sexy, in a demonic why."
"Isn't he?" Felicia agreed.
Felicia walked across the room and sat in a chair, spreading
her legs. Khan went immediately between them, nuzzling his
pointed snout in her blonde cunt mound. His cold nose wriggled
happily through the lace of her crotchless panties to her seething
pussy.
Felicia murmured dreamily as Khan's tongue slipped inside her
cunt. "He's so fantastic! I don't know how you can refuse him."
Her ass squirmed in the chair, her blonde pussy humping at her
dog's snout. Her face was masked in lust, her long fingers pawing
her fleshy tits inside the lacy bra.
Charlotte drooled. Watching Khan digging his snout into the
other woman's cunt made every nerve in her body tingle. She
yearned for the same!
Charlotte licked her lips and crawled over to them. "I won't
refuse him now," she told her captor. Sitting on her haunches,
the naked Charlotte petted the beast's black fur, her hands
caressing him lovingly, hypnotically, every sense geared toward
having this giant dog. "Let him lick me."
Felicia leered down at the kneeling Charlotte. "Only after
you've salved Khan's feelings. You were very rude to him and he
is very sensitive. You have to make it up to him." The dog's
tongue was heaven between her hot pussy-lips. She squirmed in the
chair and scratched the dog's head as he licked her.
Charlotte rubbed her tits against Khan's shiny coat and
stroked the dog's flanks. His short-haired coat prickled her
sensitive skin like tiny needles. "Ooooo! I want him. I want
him between my legs."
"Touch his cock first," Felicia demanded in a light, dreamy
voice. "Touch Khan's prick."
"Yessss," Charlotte agreed. Her trembling hand slid down
under the dog's belly toward his cock sheath. She was shaking,
her mouth salivating as she remembered seeing his enormous prick
in the photographs. Her hand touched the furry hard-skinned
sheath. Her fingers skimmed around it, feeling its size and
imagining what his cock would look like.
"It won't stick out," Charlotte whimpered, pouting, longing
for the dog's cock more than ever. She needed the joy it would
bring, the joy she saw on Felicia's beautiful face as Khan licked
her foamy cunt.
"Play with it, Lotty. It'll grow. You get it hard and I'll
let you have him for your pussy."
"Mmmmm," Charlotte moaned lightheadedly, stroking the dog's
cock sheath with more determination. She wanted to get him hard.
She squeezed the sheath, stroking, pulling and jerking back and
forth with her fingers. Rubbing her tits into his fur, she
trembled, her inhibitions melting. She was slipping lower--she
had to