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DOG-LOVING WIFE – Chapter 2
Mona Freeman sat tensely in her aisle seat, trying to concentrate on her magazine. She
wasn’t having much success. One ear remained cocked for any change in the smooth
roar of the plane’s engines. At last, in desperation, she summoned a stewardess and
asked for a Scotch and water. Mona wasn’t much for drinking, but she knew that
alcohol made her relax when all else failed. She had occasionally snuck a drink before
going to bed at night, in the hopes that the release of her inhibitions would make her
into the lover her husband Daniel wanted.
Once or twice it had worked. But usually their lovemaking was more along the lines of
what had happened the other night. The night she had decided to come visit her old
friend Ellen. Maybe Ellen could help her ou… could somehow give her the advice that
would magically turn her into a sexy responsive wife to Daniel.
She remembered Ellen back in their college days. Though handicapped by buck teeth
and thick glasses and an awkward manner, Ellen had never doubted what her body was
for. Once the boys had learned how sexy she was, the redhead had never been at a loss
for a date. And her dates had never been disappointed.
Mona hadn’t been at a loss for dates either. Her pretty angelic face, her long brown
hair, her big tits – all attracted boys thicker than flies at a picnic. But she had never
been comfortable with boys when it came to sex. She knew she wanted what they could
give her, but she feared her own reactions almost as much as she feared the boys’
uncontrollable passions. It had been a relief to her when Daniel proposed. She felt that,
safe within the bounds of matrimony, she would learn to be comfortable with sex and
her husband’s big thick cock.
Things had been fine for the first couple of years. She had enjoyed sex. Their
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lovemaking sessions had never been very long, but they were intense. Mona found that
she could just lie back and by the time Daniel was ready to come, she was ready too.
Eventually she found herself wanting more, but she was afraid to ask. Afraid that
Daniel would think she was greedy… that she was a slut. So she learned to play with
herself. To seek relief at her own fingers during the day when Daniel was off at work.
Things grew more tense when Daniel started to ask her to do things that she just
couldn’t let herself do. Like sucking cock, for instance. The idea disgusted her. It
seemed… unhealthy. Though a part of her tingled with excitement when she thought
about it, her moral sense wouldn’t let her try it for real. A couple of times, she
masturbated while fantasizing that she was sucking a big hard cock. She felt horribly
guilty afterward, but the orgasms at the time were unbelievably intense. The alcohol
was having its effect. Mona had ceased to pay attention to the droning engines. Her fear
was gone, but an apprehension remained. The apprehension that she was right in the
middle of a failing marriage and that she had no idea what to do about it.
She began to think about the other nigh… the last time she and Daniel had made love.
He had gone to bed early, complaining of a hard day at the office. Mona stayed up
reading until well past midnight. She had masturbated that day, and she wasn’t
interested in any further sexual contact. She wanted to be sure her husband was asleep
before going to bed.
At last she crept stealthily into the bedroom and began to undress in the dark. The
unexpected sound of Daniel’s voice made her start with fright.
"Don’t bother with the nightgown, Mona. I want to feel your naked beside me."
The young woman froze for a moment. She felt trapped. Obviously he had been lying
awake waiting for her all this time. He wanted to make love. She couldn’t very well not
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go to bed now… after she had turned out all the lights. It would be’ too obvious. Daniel
would get angry.
Ignoring his words, she slipped her flannel nightie over her head and crawled into bed.
She sniffed noisily a couple of times. "Darn!" she murmured. "I think I’m getting a
cold. You better keep away from me, darling. You might catch it."
"I’ll risk it." His grip was as firm as his words as he pulled her to him. He grabbed at
the material of her nightgown and pulled it up over her tits. One hand closed over each
of her full heavy mounds and began to play harshly with the nipples. "Mmm, baby…
you still have the best-feeling tits around."
Mona began to squirm uncomfortably under his grasp. She really was not in the mood
to deal with Daniel tonight. She knew there would be trouble if he kept insisting.
"Please, darling… I’m not feeling too hot. Can’t we just go to sleep together… huh?" She
caressed his face and tried to bury her head against his shoulder.
"Unh-uh… not tonight. I can’t go to sleep, baby, not with this." He thrust his loins
toward her and she felt the stiff shaft of his erect cock force its way in between her legs.
She wanted to cry. She felt so frustrated and helpless.
"Please, Daniel… I don’t feel good down there… not tonight. Tomorrow!" She was
becoming more and more frightened. She could tell Daniel was in one of his reckless
moods. Those were always the times when he tried to make her do something s he
didn’t want to do. "Please…" She hated herself for sounding so weak and pitiful, trying
to plead with him. She would have preferred to be strong… strong enough to tell him to
get lost until she was in the mood for what she wanted to be in the mood for. But that
was not Mona’s way.
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His hard, fleshy cock-shaft stroked back and forth between her smooth thighs. His stiff
prick was like an ever-present reminder of the urgency of her husband’s lust. She tried
to squirm away from him, but he held her hips firmly, holding her close against him.
"Well, baby… if your little pussy’s so tired, what say we give it a rest?"
Instant relief washed over Mona. "Thank you, darling. Tomorrow, I’ll feel better…
hones…"
He seemed not to have heard her. "There’s lots of other ways a man and a wife can
have a good time together. You’ve still got a mouth, baby."
Even as she was still trying to fathom the ruthless horror of his words, his hands were
pushing her down under the covers, guiding her head toward his cock. She struggled
frantically against him. It seemed incredible to her that a man normally as mild-
mannered as Daniel could become this hard, this insensitive when it came to sex.
"No!" she shrieked. "You can’t make me do that! You can’t! Please! Leave me alone!"
Something snapped in Daniel. "Shut the fuck up, will you! Goddammit, woman! We’ve
been married eight years, and you’re still acting like a goddamned virgin! I’ve been
patient with you long enough! It’s time I got some consideration around here! Some
respect! If you loved me, you’d do this for me!" He kicked the covers back and watched
through the semi-darkness the rigid horror on his wife’s face. He held her so her mouth
was poised mere inches from his throbbing prick. For the moment, he had stopped
pushing. He would much rather she did this willingly, if possible.
Tears flowed unchecked down Mona’s cheeks as she gazed helplessly at her husband’s
blood-engorged cock. She was determined not to do this awful thing, yet at the same
time she was painfully aware of her husband’s strength and determination. The
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intensity of his passion seemed to have made him even stronger than usual. She tried to
squirm away, but it was as though her head and shoulders were trapped in a vise.
"Don’t do this to me, Daniel! Please!"
The young husband experienced guilt at the same time as his cock lurched with
increased excitement. He knew it was wrong to be aroused by his own wife’s
humiliation. But, somehow, knowing the awe in which she held his full-swollen
member only made him want to do it to her all the more.
Daniel pulled her head down… closer to his pulsing cock-head. "Suck!" he ordered her
in a voice that was an indistinguishable mixture of lust and anger. "Show me you love
me, Mona! Suck my cock!"
The bitter irony of his words only made her tears flow harder. To her, love had nothing
to do with the depraved practice of taking a man’s throbbing cock in one’s mouth and
making it come that way. That wasn’t love. That was perversion of the worst kind.
His hands forced her head do until his cock-tip was pushing against her lips. She
resisted as long as she could. But finally she had to admit she was defeated. Her jaws
relaxed, and her husband’s hard smooth cock drove deep into her throat. She wanted to
gag when he began to saw his cock i n and out of her mouth in a smooth urgent
rhythm. In her amazement and humiliation, she could do nothing but hold her lips
passively open and let him do it to her.
"Suck, I said!" The man’s eyes riveted on the lewd picture of his wife’s head poised over
his stiff prick, taking it deep inside. Darkness made the picture indistinct, but his
imagination supplied the details. He could feel her tears moistening his groin, but they
had no effect on him. He was far too preoccupied with the possibilities of that buttery
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wet mouth hovering over his dick.
"Suck it, or so help me, Mona, I’ll belt you!" He had no idea whether he meant that
threat or not. He knew only that he wanted to feel her lips tugging on him more than
he could ever remember wanting anything.
The shock value of his words had its desired effect. Helpless with shame that she could
not prevent her husband from doing this to her, Mona dosed her lips more tightly over
his prick and began to move her head up and down slightly. The way she had done in
her masturbatory fantasies.
His hands began to guide her head motions eagerly. "Jee-zuz! That’s it! That’s the way,
baby! Now you’re getting the hang of it!"
Mona knew only that there was just one way out of her predicament. To get it over
with. The sooner she cooperated, the sooner her husband would take his fat thick cock
from her mouth. She began to nibble urgently on his fleshy shaft, reminding herself
that she only wanted him to finish. But memories of her tantalizing, solitary fantasies
came back to haunt her. She began to remember how good she had felt then.
Confused and frightened, Mona worked frantically to get her husband to come. Then
he would let her alone. Then she could try to forget the lewd feelings racing through
her loins. How could she get a thrill out of being used and abused like this! Knowing
this awful thing about herself was almost worse than having her husband mistreat her
so cruelly.
Daniel was delighted by his wife’s sudden apparent enthusiasm for her lascivious task.
"Jee-zuz! Yeah! That’s the stuff! Goddamn, you’re a natural, Mona! All this time, you’ve
been a natural born cocksucker and we didn’t even know Aaaaaiiieee! Oh yeah, baby…
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work it out!"
It wouldn’t have been so bad if Mona could have convinced herself that she was only
pretending to like what she was doing. But the building dampness between her thighs
forbade her that comfort. Somehow, in some perverse way, she didn’t even understand,
she was getting a deep-rooted thrill from being treated by her own husband like some
street whore. Everything she thought she believed in cried out against her surrender.
But the evidence was there for her to feel, wet and hot between her thighs. She could
not shut it out.
Mona’s memory of events from then on was dim. She knew she had worked her head
wantonly up and down over her husband’s cock for a long time. Vaguely, she could
remember experimenting with stabbing her tongue here and sucking there, to try to
bring him over the top. They were details she did not care to remember.
One thing she would never be able to forget, though, was the way his thick hot cum
had spurted deep into her throat in jet after steaming jet. He had been holding her head
firmly, so she was unable to pull away. She had had to swallow it all. Though it had not
tasted nearly as bad as she had expected, the thought of his semen thick and heavy in
her stomach made her want to vomit even now as she thought back on it.
Mona was wrenched back to reality by a small firm hand on her shoulder. She looked
up at a smiling young stewardess.
"Fasten your seat belt, please."
"Oh, yes… of course."
"Are you all right, ma’am?" The young women was looking at Mona more carefully.
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"I’m all right." Mona managed a feeble smile. "I’ve never flown before, is all." She still
remembered how apologetic Daniel had been the next day, how he’d been trying to
make it up to her ever since with little gifts and attentions. Mona had recoiled from his
very touch. As the plane began its gradual descent, she crossed her fingers and hoped
that spending a few days with her old girl friend would help clear the air. She needed
desperately to understand herself. She couldn’t go on living with this push-pull of her
mind and senses any longer.
***
Ellen waited impatiently at arrival gate eleven. She scanned the emerging faces for a
young woman with long brown hair and a smile that belonged in a church choir. It was
only when the trim young woman with the honey-blonde hair was within a couple of
feet of her that Ellen realized she was looking at Mona Hildebrand.
"Mona! You look different!" Ellen giggled self-consciously. She felt a little overwhelmed
by the attractiveness of the well-dressed mature woman in front of her. "But I like it!
You look great! Better than in college!" She gave her friend a cozy hug. "Your boobs are
still big as ever too!" she exulted.
"Good old Ellen! You used to talk about my boobs back then too!" Mona heaved a
great sigh of relief and clung to her friend’s tall shapely form. She had been afraid she
wouldn’t find the old Ellen at all. But her redheaded friend had said exactly the right
thing to put them both at ease.
Both chattered at once as they waited for Mona’s luggage to come down the chute.
They digested little of what was said. It didn’t matter. Ten years had just lifted from
their shoulders like so many flecks of dust.
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"How did you recognize me?" Ellen asked as they headed toward the parking lot.
"Easy! You still have the friendliest smile in the crowd. Besides, where are you gonna
hide flashing red hair like that?"
"I guess you’re right." She took Mona by the arm and led her toward her stationwagon.
"This is my dog, Jet!" she announced proudly as they settled into the front seat.
Mona reached back and stroked the animal’s massive head. "Funny? You remember in
college, Ellen? You hated dogs!"
Ellen watched her driving as she eased the car from the tight space. "I’ve changed,
Mona. Despite the same old red hair, I’ve changed."
They drove in silence for a while, while each contemplated the changes. Then the
happy chatter resumed. It lasted the rest of the way home and far into the evening.

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DOG-LOVING WIFE – Chapter 1
Every morning about eleven o’clock, Ellen Banyon took a break from her housewifely
chores. She had never cared much for coffee. Instead, she simply pulled a bottle from
her husband’s liquor cabinet.
Ellen was not hooked on the stuff. She never took more than one dunk, until cocktails
with her husband, Jack, after six. Long ago she had rationalized that her morning break
didn’t even seriously violate the social drinker’s code against drinking before noon.
After all, she was up on weekdays before dawn, fixing breakfast for her accountant
husband. By eleven, she deserved a break.
She sat back on her Danish modern sofa and took a long grateful sip of her Scotch and
soda. Today Ellen was excited. Her old college chum, Mona Hildebrand – now Mona
Freeman – was due in town at three-thirty. The girls had not seen each other in almost
ten years, though they had written regularly and indulged in occasional long distance
phone calls. It would be really something to see Mona!
Instinctively, Ellen’s well-manicured hand rose to her eyes, where she now wore little
telltale lines that betrayed the joys and sorrows of the years. She wondered if Mona
would think she had aged. Then she wondered if she would think Mona had aged.
Those gigantic tits of her are probably grazing her navel by now, she thought. Quickly
she scolded herself for her unspoken betrayal. At school, Ellen had always been a little
jealous of Mona’s full tits, and the way all the boys had craned their necks to watch
them bounce. The attention had never made the younger girl conceited though. She
had always stuck by her friend, through thick and thin. And there had been some thin
times – like the year Ellen couldn’t get a date for the homecoming dance. Only later
did she learn that Mona had refused to accept a date until one of the young men
promised to escort Ellen. What had saved Ellen from humiliation when she found out
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was the memory of the ecstatic look on her date’s face when she had finished giving
him a blow-job in his car in the gym parking lot.
Ellen grinned at the memory of the awkward, horny girl she had been back then. She
stood up and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She never got over the thrill of
looking at the new, grown-up Ellen her husband had helped her create during the first
few years of their marriage.
The image that smiled back at her was tall and graceful and sexy. Her well-shaped tits
billowed against the loose fit of her T-shirt. Her ass and hips strained snugly against the
tight fit of her jeans. She was trim, but nice rounded down there, the way she had
always wanted to be. Her red hair fanned gloriously around her pretty face in a
modified Afro that gave Ellen the glamour and presence of a New York model. "You’re
quite a woman!" she told herself with satisfaction. She wondered if Mona would even
recognize her at the airport this afternoon.
When she was twenty, Ellen had had buck teeth and a vision problem that forced her to
wear strong glasses. She had been a good forty pounds overweight. Despite her
handicaps, Jack had loved her… had been particularly captivated by her skill and
enthusiasm as a sex partner. Awkward on her feet, Ellen had been all grace and fluid
motion in bed, right from the start.
After their marriage, Jack had financed her on an overhaul campaign. She wore braces
for two years to correct her teeth. Her glasses were abandoned in favor of contact
lenses. She enrolled in yoga classes and in a modern dance course. By the time she was
twenty-three, the ugly duckling had blossomed into a swan. She had sent pictures to
Mona back then, and Mona had written back, full of praise and congratulations.
Since then, there had been a charm course to smooth out Ellen’s manners and to teach
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her how to use make-up. And there was the Afro. Little remained of the girl Mona had
known at college. Ellen hoped they would be able to find something to talk about.
Her Scotch was gone, but Ellen had not had enough. She was still nervous. She poured
herself a second drink, for just this once, to bolster her courage. Despite – or perhaps
because of – the changes in her over the years, Ellen still had few close women friends.
Mona, and the memories of their closeness, meant a lot to her. She wanted the visit to
go well.
Her first anxiety was that Mona should not discover the changes that had occurred in
her and Jack’s relationship. Though they remained committed to their marriage, both of
them had taken on other lovers. Jack had been the first to insist he needed new blood to
turn him on. Not to be left behind, Ellen had begun to respond to the constant come-
ons she got from men. Eventually, she had tired of the cold impersonal nature of a
scene where she was considered a good fuck or a good time lady. They were all after
her pussy, but none of them had much time for her head or her heart. Eventually she
withdrew from the scene.
And that was the source of her second anxiety. She had trained her big black German
shepherd to be her lover. He was a loyal animal… and one hell of a lover. She had
discovered her secret fetish by accident, and had pursued it avidly ever since. Though
Jack did not entirely approve, he let her have her kicks in exchange for his own
freedom. He didn’t betray her secret. Ellen was convinced that Mona must never know
what kind of pervert she had turned into. Mona had been a liberal bordering on the
radical at college. But Ellen didn’t want to risk straining her friend’s generous nature far
enough to accommodate a woman who liked to fuck a dog. It would more than likely
mean a quick end to their long-standing friendship.
Mona had not been specific about how long she would be staying. Her decision to visit
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had been a sudden one, and her plans were open. Ellen was not looking forward to
possible weeks without her canine lover. Yet she did want her friend to feel free to stay
as long as she liked.
Quickly she gulped the last of her Scotch and soda. She went to the French doors that
opened into the garden and whistled for her dog Jet. He came bounding out of the
cover of a honeysuckle hedge and raced over the well-manicured lawn. Ellen had to
brace herself for the animal’s affectionate assault. Jet was big and strong. He could
easily knock her over if she wasn’t careful. But she loved his generous licks and nuzzles.
More than any other creature – human or otherwise – in her life, Jet made Ellen feel
loved. He made no demands of her, other than reasonable requests for a return of
affection and regular feedings. He didn’t hunger for other women. He didn’t crave
outside input to keep him feeling young and virile.
When she thought about it, Ellen realized she harbored a lot of resentment against Jack.
After all, he had helped create her in the image he wanted her to fulfill… and even that
hadn’t been enough for him. He needed strange pussy. It hurt Ellen that she wasn’t
enough for him. He had been all she wanted until he had forced her to display her
independence. In a way, it gave her a perverse satisfaction to let her husband know she
had replaced him with a dog. With Jet’s good loving, she could go for weeks at a time
without missing her husband’s fat cock.
"Hi, fella! You having a good time out there, are you? Why don’t you come inside with
me for a while?" She closed the French doors and carefully drew the drapes over them.
"We’re going to have company this afternoon, lover," she cooed in the dog’s ear as she
pulled him down onto the rug next to her and buried her face in his neck. "It might be
a long time till I have you all to myself again. I want you just one more time." Her lewd
words, and the dog’s lapping playfulness were fast turning the woman into an inferno
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of lust. She could feel her pussy seething inside her panties. She was ready to fuck.
While the dog whimpered and rolled and licked her face, Ellen eased herself hurriedly
out of her clothing. She wore no bra, and as soon as she pulled her T-shirt over her
head, her round firm tits grew hard with the slight chill in the air. The dog began to
lick roughly over her pink-tipped mounds. The effect was instantaneous. Her nipples
grew long and eager. Her white breast-flesh bristled with sexual goose-bumps.
"Mmmmmm… Jet darling… feels soooo good!"
The redhead’s hands shook as she eased her jeans and panties together down over her
ass-cheeks. She was kneeling on the rug and she bent forward from the waist and
wriggled her ass to work the material down to her thighs. By crawling forward on
hands and knees, she worked her way out of her pants.
Jet poked his nose curiously in along the crack in her ass. She undulated her buttocks
wantonly in his face, encouraging him to investigate farther.
"Ooooooohhhh… your nose is so cold on my bum, lover! Mmmmmm… God, my
pussy’s wet! It needs you so bad, Jet darling!" One of the most titillating aspects of
making love to a dog, to Ellen, was debasing herself totally before him. The sound of
her own voice, pleading with the animal to fuck her… telling him how good he was
making her feel… always made her cunt throb. She enjoyed the perverted excitement of
becoming nothing more than a bitch in heat, recognizing no bounds of propriety in the
search for her own wanton satisfaction.
"Uuuhh, shit! Your tongue on my asshole is so delicious, lover! Oh… do it to me, Jet!
Do it!" her ass-cheeks wiggled more urgently than before. She was getting beyond the
playful stage. She needed cock! Hard, pulsing dog-cock!
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Anxiously, she looked back over her shoulder. She shivered as her eyes found what they
were looking for. Jet’s cock was protruding long and red and pointed from his hairy
sheath. He was as ready for action as she was.
The animal’s rough tongue was licking her ass-crevice with long greedy swipes. Jet was
getting a little bit out of control. The urgent need in his cock was driving him to lusty
bestial passion. But without the woman’s command he would do nothing. Ellen had
trained him herself. She didn’t want any embarrassing accidents. The horror of having
the dog mount her while she was bending forward for some innocent reason, in the
presence of guests, had haunted her at first. She had punished the dog severely every
time he tried to act without her command. Now he was perfectly trained. He only
fucked when he was told to.
Good as his tongue on her ass felt, Ellen was ready for more. She gave the German
shepherd his lusty command. "Come on, Jet! Up boy! Fuck me! Please fuck me!"
Her round, well-sculptured ass-cheeks quivered under the animal’s gaze. He paused a
moment, as though to be sure he had heard what he thought he heard. Then he raised
his forelegs from the carpet and wrapped them tightly around Ellen’s soft white hips.
He began to rut forward, trying to bury his scarlet cock in the tantalizing slit before
him. His first few attempts were unsuccessful. His cock-tip missed its mark and slid
harmlessly down over the woman’s erect clitoris.
Each unsuccessful thrust only drove the redhead to more urgent abandon. She
whimpered and screwed her ass back at the dog’s furry loins. "Uuuuuhhh…
ooooooohhhh… I want it! Give it to me! Give it to meeeee!"
Just then, his cock-head found its goal. The rock-hard animal prick drove deep into the
woman’s waiting pussy. The force of his entry took Ellen’s breath away. But within
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moments she was loudly proclaiming the success of Jet’s harsh assault. "Oh, shit, yesss!
That’s what I wanted! Screw me! Screw me, darling lover! I need it so bad!"
The alcohol coursing through her veins helped intensify the lurid titillation of kneeling
naked on the rug, being fucked by a big black dog. Her own dog. Her well-trained dog.
The animal began to fuck in and out of her cruelly stretched pussy with short jack-
hammer strokes that made Ellen shriek with lust. She wiggled her ass back at him,
ignoring the slight pain of the first few strokes. Even the pain was pleasure. She
expected it. It was part of the intense, overwhelming turn-on of screwing a dumb,
rutting animal.
Once his cock was in her, Jet was running the show. Nothing could deter the big
animal from his bitch once his cock was securely buried in cunt.
Ellen felt instinctively the urgency of her dog lover’s need… and she reveled in it. She
enjoyed the perverted thrill of being the prize of her eager animal lover. She loved to
kneel helplessly before him while his stiff cock plundered her tender cunt again and
again and again.
Totally absorbed in the rhythmic passion of her depraved position, Ellen mewled and
grunted unashamedly, gyrating her ass back to search out each new pummeling assault
of her dog-lover’s prick. She felt a shiver of shame as a thought blazed through her
mind: what would Mona think if she could see her now? The idea was too horrible to
entertain a moment longer. But before she could dismiss it entirely, Ellen experienced a
naughty pang of titillation… would it turn Mona on? Almost as soon as it had arisen
the thought was gone. Mona was gone.
All that remained was that hard-driving dogprick that split her pussy wide with
merciless regularity. "Ooooohhh… Jee-zuz!" Her teeth bit cruelly at her lower lip. "God,
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it’s good! My pussy’s on fire! You’re loving me so good, Jet darling!" On impulse, Ellen
looked back over her shoulder at her canine lover. Just in time to see a long threat of
spittle break away from his slack lower jaw and splash onto her back. Her fleeting
feeling of revulsion was quickly transformed into lust. After all, this was what she
wanted. To be fucked like a bitch in heat. Jet was doing it to her… giving her everything
she needed. Her pussy was simmering with welling passion… building to a crisis.
She looked down, under her body, between the dangling cones of her tits. She could see
the dog’s hairy legs pressing against the firm white flesh of her thighs. She caught
fleeting glimpses of the red of his cock as it flashed in and out of her cunt. "Yeah…
that’s what I like! Fuck me! Fuck me good, Jet! Oh, yeah! Shit! Oh, yeah!"
In a rushing wave of fulfillment, her orgasm swept over her, filling her entire body with
sweet bliss. She wanted to collapse onto the rug, to enjoy the powerful sensations. But
she had to wait for the dog, who was still clinging to her hips and pounding his cock
feverishly into her swollen pussy. She tried to encourage him. To spur him on to his
climax. She waved her ass fitfully back at him. "Oh, Jet darling! I want your cum in me
so bad! Fill me up, baby! Do it! Do it!"
The titillation of her lewd words brought her a second orgasm at the time that the dog
was having his. The thought of his thick white juices surging up into her belly made
her tremble with depraved excitement. "Mmmmmm… you’re doing it in me, Jet! You’re
coming in me! You’re making me come again!" By this time the woman was almost
delirious. She collapsed forward onto the rug, relishing the wet friction of the dog’s
cock as it slipped out of her. She closed her eyes and let herself doze.
She was awakened by the harsh jingle of the hone. Automatically she reached for the
receiver, though she still had not recovered her bearings. "Hullo?" Her voice was thick,
disoriented.
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"Hi, honey! How you doing?" It was Jack.
"Oh, fine… I’m just fine."
She sensed the mocking curiosity in his voice. "You sure? You sound like you just crept
up out of a hole in the ground."
"I’m fine… honest. I was just getting ready to go pick up Mona." She couldn’t bear to
give her husband the satisfaction of knowing she’d been sleeping in the middle of the
day. "What time should I have dinner ready, Jack? Will you be able to get away by six?"
The pause on the other end of the line told Ellen what he was going to say before he
opened his mouth. "That’s what I called about, honey. I’ve got a client coming in at five
tonight. Chances are I’ll be tied up here till seven or eight, at least. It’s a complicated
account."
"Oh, Jack… and I’m so anxious to have Mona meet you." Ellen had to bite her lip to
keep herself from voicing her suspicions about tonight’s client. She didn’t want to give
him the satisfaction of knowing she was jealous.
"Well, she’s going to be here a while, isn’t she? I’ll meet her soon enough." He did not
sound enthusiastic.
"Well… okay…" Ellen wanted to cry, but she had no intention of indulging that
weakness. She hadn’t cried for years. "Do you want me to keep some dinner warm for
you?"
"That’s okay, honey. I’ll probably grab a bite with the client."
Client! Yeah, sure! Ellen thought.
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"Okay… then I’ll see you when you get here." Her voice was cold now. She was totally
in control.
"Righ… and Ellen?"
"Mmm?"
"Give my regards to your dog lover. I’ve got a feeling he’s close at hand." He chuckled.
A sharp click indicated he had hung up.
Sure that he would hear nothing of her outburst, Ellen slammed the receiver down
furiously. "Bastard!"

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