Filmed With Dogs

Bob Wallace
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Chapter 6

George relaxed in the soft club chair, his eyes glued to the large television screen. His prick ached painfully. “Jesus Christ, Felicia,” he moaned as the film ended. “You wouldn’t believe she was the same person I married.”

“She has changed, hasn’t she.” Felicia laughed, a low sensuous laugh. “You really knew it was all buried right below the surface. I sensed it myself the first time I saw her standing at the door.”

“The few times she let herself go in bed told me,” George said. He sighed deeply. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me at all. It was a ball. Christ, she’s an animal once she gets started.”

“Just like you, huh?” George said, leering at Felicia and remembering the times he had been lucky enough to make it with her.

“You certainly know how to pick them.”

George leaned over anxiously on the edge of his chair. “Well, I’ve seen the movies, when do I get to see Lotty?”

“You’re drooling, George.” Felicia stood up, her silky robe clinging to every delicious curve of her long statuesque body. She walked like a cat toward the door, every move a study in sexuality. Khan’s sleek body moved in sync with his mistress’s.

She stopped at his chair, a long nail caressing down his cheek. “Maybe the two of you will stop by some evening for a visit. Craig and I can use a change once in a while.”

A tremor seized him. “After Lotty and I have a chance to enjoy our new life together, I’ll mention it to her.” He slapped the blonde playfully on the ass. “Now bring me my wife or I’ll tear the place down searching for her.”

Felicia smiled mischievously and went over to the door and opened it.

“Come on in, Lotty. George is straining at the reins.”

Charlotte came into the room wearing the same tight-fitting jeans and sweater she had worn a week earlier when she had first come to the house. The only noticeable difference was in her face and the way she moved her petite body. There was an aura of sexuality about her, her face radiated it and she moved with a catlike assurance, unlike the stiff way she used to walk. Liquid sex was the only thing George could think of as his wife came towards him.

Charlotte smiled. “I should be mad at you,” she purred, ruffling his dark wavy hair and perching her ass on the arm of the big chair, her hip bumping into George’s arm. “I’m not mad though. But when I first found out, killing you went through my mind.” She laughed, not a stiff laugh, but an open and honest one. She plopped over into his lap, kissing him full on the mouth, her tongue plunging into his surprised wetness.

“Unnnnnn,” he moaned, devouring her tongue, the fire in his balls raging out of control. He mauled her arms and shoulders, groping for her tits.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” Felicia said, a satisfied smile on her full, glistening lips.

Charlotte nodded to Felicia, sucking on George’s tongue and waving her hand with an air of casualness. “Ooooo, George,” she mewed, rubbing her soft denim-clad ass against his prick. “Your cock is hard as a rock.”

“From watching all those movies of you,” he groaned, his hands pawing her tits through her sweater as she squirmed on his lap. “It drove me crazy, watching you.”

“I’m glad,” she murmured, feeling his hard-on throbbing against her soft-rounded ass. “I’ll bet Felicia turns you on too, huh?” She reached down and wiggled her fingers under her ass, jabbing his cock.

“She’s sexy as hell,” he groaned.

Charlotte purred, “Am I sexy?”

Christ, yeah,” he moaned. He buried his face in her neck, chewing on the warm flesh. “Sexiest bitch in the world.”

“Mmmmmmmm, I’m glad you think so,” Charlotte sighed. Already the fire in her pussy was spreading. “Did you like seeing me with Khan?”

“Unnnnn, yeaaaaah,” he moaned heatedly. The scent of her sweet-smelling perfume attacked his senses. “I almost creamed myself.” He cupped a bare tit underneath her sweater and squeezed the few meat.

“Oooooo, George.” She pressed his band harder against her tit. “How about the films of Felicia and me?” She was swirling in a cloud of passion. “Did you like them?”

“Shit, baby,” he growled. He lifted her sweater, baring her firm creamy tits. “It drove me out of my fuckin’ skull!”

She stood up, swaying on her feet in front of her husband.

He leered at her heaving tits, the sweater up around her neck. “Let’s get out of here and go home,” he groaned. “I gotta fuck you.”

“Why not here?” she asked, licking her lips. She flipped her sweater up over her head and rubbed her tits openly, brazenly, a thing she had never done for George before. “I’m so hot, my sexy husband.”

He stared at her, absorbing the change in her. She was completely at ease, the hot sexy bundle he always knew she could be. A lewd grin passed over his strong-featured face. “Why not?” he said.

“I’m glad.” Her fingers worked the zipper of her jeans. She peeled them down and George watched them drop to her ankles. She stepped carefully out of her jeans, completely naked, her petite body perfectly shaped, her reddish patch of pussy hair neatly trimmed. “You surprised?”

“It’s hard to imagine you like this. You always acted so prudish, so shy.” He forced back a lump in his throat.

“I’ve always been like this, George.” Her body swayed. “I think you always knew it. I guess I was too backward to admit it. But not anymore.” She parted her cuntlips for him, the red oozing gash visible to George’s hungry stare.

“It’s marvelous losing all my damn hangups,” Charlotte added, feeling wonderful. She stepped to the side of his chair. “Finger me, honey, my pussy’s soaked.”

George gouged his fingers through her moist cuntlips, the juices flowing over his imbedded fingers. He felt the tugging muscles inside her tight pussyhole.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” Charlotte humped her husband’s fingers with frantic jerking motions of her hips. “George, ohhhhhh!” She rode his digging fingers, rotating her trim hips in tight quick circles. “Ooooooo…”

Pulling away, she stood in front of him again. Her face was flushed.

She snapped her fingers.

Khan, who was seated on the other side of the room, loped over to her side. She hissed in her breath, petting the obedient dog’s large head. He licked her thigh with affection.

“I used to be afraid of him.”

George was out of his skull. The sight of his sexy wife standing naked beside the giant, menacing-looking Doberman staggered his mind. The film of her sexual games were mild compared to seeing her here where he could reach out and touch her while she played with the black-haired, ferocious-looking beast.

Charlotte saw the expression on his face. “You’re not dreaming, my darling.” She grabbed Khan by his studded collar and pulled him over in front of her. She humped her red-haired pussy into his snout slowly and erotically. “Ooo, I love it when he licks me, honey. His tongue goes soooo, soooo deep into me.”

George’s hand gripped his harden, it pounded like a raging toothache. His entire groin was in agony. His eyes were fastened on his wife’s crotch and the dog’s beastly snout. He watched the hairy animal lick his wife’s cunt and lap up her seeping juices.

She pushed her cunt into the dog’s muzzle with more determination. “George! His tongue is wiggling inside my cunt. I’m creaming on his tongue. God, it feels good!” She stared at her husband, her eyes telling him she was in bliss. “Am I making you happy?”

Wordlessly, George nodded, then he cleared his throat while rubbing his cock through his pants. “Yeaaaaah, baby!” His voice was laden with emotion. “You’re driving me out of my fuckin’ mind!”

“I want to make you happy, George.” She dropped to her knees and crawled between her husband’s legs. “I’m going to make you real happy now, my darling.”

Her fingers were quickly on his zipper, pulling it down. She fished inside his pants. Her tiny hand wound around the thick throbbing meat of his cock and she lugged it out, whimpering with joy when she laid her eyes on it. Her desire for her husband’s cock was fully evident in her sizzling hot gaze.

“Unnnnn, honey baby!” he groaned, delirious with happiness as her hot hand milked and squeezed the shaft of his aching prick. “Christ, I’m going out of my God damn fuckin’ mind!” He jabbed up into her tight fist, his balls swelling with his rumbling cum.

“I’m glad,” she moaned. “It’s always going to be like this.” Her hand shifted up and down his cock. “There’s so many things for us to do together, now that I’ve-been liberated from myself.”

“Suck it, baby. Put my cock in your fuckin’ mouth!” He was wildly insane with lust for his wife.

“Like this?” She straightened up to bring her mouth to his prick. Her hot, wet mouth engulfed his prick as she swooped down on him. Her throat hummed, her mouth full of his cockmeat.

George watched her in awesome amazement. She took the entire length of his prick down her throat. “Jessssssus!” he hissed, “GOD!” He jerked up, his prick surrounded by her gripping throat muscles.

Slowly, scraping her teeth along his veiny prick, she raised her scorching hot mouth off his cock, her eyes misted with lustful adoration for her husband. She looked at him, her tongue swiping across her lips.

“You are delicious, honey. You like the way I did that?”

His voice was gone for the moment. Then he nodded.

“I practiced on Khan,” she sighed. “I practiced a lot. It’s like swallowing a sword at the circus.” She took his pants down. “Lift.”

George lifted his ass off the chair, his eyes still on his wife’s ass and the sniffing snout of the Doberman. “Do it again,” he groaned. “My pleasure.”

She gulped his cock into her mouth again. Slowly, her tongue fluttering, her teeth clamped tightly onto his skin. She lowered her mouth until the hair of his groin was flush up against her lips. She hummed and rippling vibrations caromed through George’s prick and balls. Her fingers scratched his tight groin, clawing and scratching, adding just a tinge of pain. It blended exotically with the pleasures of her suckling mouth and whipping tongue. “Oooo, baby,” George groaned in a daze.

He humped his groin into his wife’s face, hurling the head of his steel-hard cock down her gulping throat. His hands balled into fists and he arched up off the chair, his face turning red. His wife performed tricks with her tongue whipping around his hard prick.

“Ahhhhhhh! Honey, Jesus!”

Charlotte pulled out all the stops. She wanted to show her husband everything she had learned. She whipped her wet tongue up and down the length of his rigid cock, her head bobbing. She used her teeth, biting and alternately sucking. She cradled his balls with her hand and tried sucking the cum that was swelling the aching sacs.

George twisted in the chair, his prick ready to burst. During their entire marriage, she had only sucked him twice, maybe three times in all, and he had had to do a lot of pleading to get her to do it. Now she was gulping down his cock as if she had been doing it all her life.

“SUCK ME! CHRIST! Aghhhh! Your mouth is fantastic!”

Not wanting his cum yet, Charlotte pulled her mouth off his cock. She looked up at him, a mischievous gleam in her eye, her hand stroking his spit-soaked cock.

“George. You can’t cum yet. I have so many things to tell you. I want you to know everything.”

“At home, baby,” he groaned deliriously, “at home. My balls are busting.”

Charlotte giggled dirtily. “You always complained I rushed. I just want to show you how much I’ve changed–in every way.”

George stared down at his ravishing, naked wife, his eyes traveling to the huge Doberman who was sniffing and licking her ass. He groaned. He was out of his fuckin’ mind.

“Tell me at home.”

“Don’t you want to see Khan lick my pussy… or watch me play with his cock?” She was pouting like a small child. “Please… I know it’ll make you happy.”

A load groan emanated from George’s throat, followed by an agonizing nod. He wanted to see her do the things she mentioned, wanted to badly. He managed to bring himself under control–an almost impossible feat.

“Mmmmmmm,” Charlotte sighed dreamily, kissing her husband’s bulky cock as her ass wriggled back at the dog. “His tongue is reaming out my pussy.” Her voice, like herself, was dripping with sex. “I like his tongue in my pussy. It feels so wonderful.”

George was reeling. It was a dream come true.

Charlotte rolled away from her husband’s hard-on and played with Khan– a naked nymph romping on the floor with the giant black dog. “He’s sooo gentle too,” she purred to her husband, her hands ruffling up Khan’s fur. She wiggled her pussy, Khan’s snout in between the soft puffy folds. “He just loves pussymeat.” Her legs went up in the air. “Ooooo, his tongue is…” A shudder racked her as Khan’s teeth nipped her erect blood gorged clit.

George was hypnotically entranced. He sat numbly in the chair, a frozen body, a slave to his own lust. “Make his cock hard,” he told his wife, his tone coming out raspy and strained.

She giggled, rolling on the floor with the giant Doberman, capturing Khan’s prick with her hand. When the dog fell to his side, she yanked his cock up and down, her eyes on fire. She hungered to obey her husband’s every wish, yearned to make him deliriously happy.

“See! See!” she squealed like a delighted child, pointing out Khan’s huge purplish-red cock that had expanded to full-size. She looked to her husband. “I’ll do anything, anything you tell me.”

“Lick it,” he said at once, his eyes bulging.

Charlotte immediately lowered her mouth, her tongue fully extended. She lapped from the dog’s balls to his cock tip, then back down again, her tongue sliding down the sticky wetness. “Like that?” she asked, her eyes bright. She needed to be reassured that her husband was happy with the change in her.

She crawled on her knees to her husband, the Doberman leaping to his feet and nuzzling his snout in her pussy from the rear. “I’ve done so many things since I’ve been here,” she said to her husband, grasping his prick in her small delicate hand. “I’m dying to show you everything.”

She kissed the tip of George’s hard-on. “I love your cock, my darling.”

She licked his weighty balls, drenching them in her bathing spit. Her tongue played along the inner flesh of his thighs and then up under his balls, lavishing her affection with his cock.

George was in a state of rapture. He had figured his wife was going to be great, but he never expected this. She was fabulous! “Has the dog fucked you?” he asked, already knowing, but wanting to hear her say it.

Charlotte brought her mouth away from her husband’s prick. “Ooooh, yes, George,” she sighed hotly, “he’s fucked me blind. His cock goes so fast when its inside my pussy. He fucks great.” She smiled dreamily at the memory. “You wanna see him fuck me?”

“Not now,” he groaned hoarsely, yearning to fuck her himself. “I’ll fuck you blind.”

“You’ll have to buy me a dog, George,” she continued. “A nice trained dog that likes pussy.” She giggled devilishly.

“I will, honey. Maybe Felicia will help us pick one.”

“I know she will,” Charlotte purred, stroking her husband’s cock with lazy pulls up and down his hard prick. “Khan’s licking my asshole with his tongue. “Ooooooh! His tongue is wiggling inside!”

George couldn’t control himself any longer. He shoved his naked wife on the floor. “On your fuckin’ back!”

She laughed, blissfully happy, tumbling over. Her legs flailed, the dog going between them, licking her cunt mound. She humped her cunt at Khan’s digging snout, looking up at George, watching him tear the clothes off his body.

“We’ll fuck my way,” she told him, scrambling away, Khan in hot pursuit.

George didn’t care which way they fucked as long as he buried his cock inside her sweet little pussy. It had been a long week without her, an entire week without fucking, and he was out of his mind. Like a madman, he looked down at his wife with his leering dark stare.

“On your back, George. Get on your back,” she purred, fondling Khan’s cock. “I’ll ride you. I don’t want you shooting off your load too quickly.” She glared at the camera on the wall and smiled, knowing this film would be a classic and that they would both enjoy watching it again and again.

The muscles in his face tensed, his cock aching as if it were his whole body. He had taken enough from his teasing wife. He grabbed her by her dark-red hair and hauled her to his raging prick.

“Suck it!” he demanded, wanting to blast her mouth with his cum for the first time. “SUCK!”

She struggled, loving him more for taking command. “No.” She was adamant. “No!”

He slammed her face into his groin, jamming his hard-on into her mouth. He lashed at her with his raging prick, sinking it to the root in her throat, his balls whacking her chin. She had driven him over the brink. He didn’t care about anything except filling her mouth with his jizz.

With her mouth stuffed with cockmeat, she willingly surrendered. Her arms snaked around his hips, and she clawed his ass with her nails. Gagging, she adjusted to his ramming plunges, working her mouth in unison with his forward lunges, using her teeth to scrape along his plummeting prick. She whipped her slashing tongue across his cock head when he brought it out of her tight gullet. George went insane. A week of abstinence and now this bombardment of sexual stimuli all at once transformed the horny husband in to an enraged madman. He flushed, his muscular frame tightening, a demonic glare in his eyes. His prick had swelled larger than ever before and his balls rumbled with a fury. He glared at the ceiling, seeing the camera that was filming the entire fuck. It was knowing that this suck was going to be on film that triggered the explosion in his balls.

His prick burst like a spewing volcano, his body quaking in a seismic shudder. Bubbling hot white cum
erupted from his piss slot and showered the back of his wife’s cock-stuffed throat. “I’m cumming, honey!” he roared in ecstasy. “JESSSUS!” His fists grabbed his wife’s hair and he slammed her face over and over again onto his squirting cock. A river of endless cum gushed from the bloated head of his prick.

Charlotte’s finger had worked its way to his asshole and was now digging inside his wrinkled opening, making him jerk wildly in a vain effort to stop her. She swallowed the heavenly load of jism and savored each gooey drop. Her mouth sucked like a vacuum, drawing the stringy cum up from his emptying balls.

Small sensuous orgasms rippled through her as she used the knowledge she learned from Felicia to please her husband while he creamed her mouth, teeth, lips, tongue, and gulping throat.

George spewed a constant torrent of viscid cum. His legs buckled under the strain and he bellowed a blissful howl. Jerking frantically, he jabbed her face in a furious rampages his fingers losing their grip on her hair. He lunged forward with a few final plunges, his prick draining, his balls relieved of their weighty, aching load. His few last jabs were less demanding, easing, slowing as he skittered down the other side of his fabulous orgasm.

Charlotte, her pussy inflamed and yearning for a cock, took every last drop of his cum in her mouth. Her head bobbed now as her husband slowed. She sucked and chewed as his prick lost the unresisting hardness of steel and slowly became the tender pliable muscle of soft cockmeat. She beat her tongue on her husband’s shrinking prick then pulled away with a contented smile. She fell back on the floor.

“Christ, baby,” George groaned, his sanity returning. “I couldn’t help it. I had to cream your mouth.”

“It doesn’t matter. We have all afternoon to use this room. Felicia is filming this all for us.”

He nodded, his body numb. “I noticed.”

Charlotte leered at his limp cock covered with cum and spit. “I’m looking forward to getting you hard again. We’ll fuck while Khan fucks my asshole at the same time.”

“Has he–?”

“No, I’ve been saving that for us.”

“Jesus, baby. You’re the greatest!”

“Then come on down to the floor and let me prove it to you so that you’ll never forget it.”

 

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  • Jess

    Extremely hot! Great detail, the descriptions graphic and perfectly paced. Probably the best I’ve read…and I’m not easy to please. One thing, and it’s my personal bent: There is absolutely no reason for the Craig character to exist. I was really into the emotional transition – until it became a swinger story. Very heated descriptions, though. More?

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