Tony hesitated. But there was no sense in lying to her, for she would soon enough find out the terrible truth, and he sighed and shook his head sadly.
"Sorry, Karen," he apologized again.
Now a flash of anger joined the frustration on her pretty face. Her green eyes flared. She looked from his apologetic face to his faltered cock.
"You bastard!" she hissed. "How dare you pick me up and not tell me that you're a premature ejaculator? What a rotten trick to play on a girl!"
"I-I can't help it," he whispered.
Karen sobbed in anguish. Her mouth was watering and her pussy was smoldering and there before her was that glorious hunk of prick – gone limp and useless! She ducked down for one last try, lapping all over his cock and balls, sucking his knob into her mouth, whimpering with need. She slid lower and licked him under the balls, then, ready to try anything at all if it might arouse him, she began to lick up the crack of his ass and push her tongue right up into the tight bud of his asshole.
His cock stayed soft, and Karen got angrier even as she became more frustrated. She sat back on her heels and gave him a look of utter scorn. He looked back abjectly. Her tits were dripping with congealing jism, and streaks of the creamy stuff were matted in her jet-black cunt bush. Ribbons of slime ran sluggishly down her smooth thighs.
Tony couldn't blame the horny girl for being angry. His shame increased. He could no longer bear to face her after his failure, to see the horrible frustration in her eyes.
He gave a helpless little shrug and stood up on trembling legs. He tucked his limp cock and deflated balls back into his fly and zippered it up. He paused for a moment, but when Karen said nothing, he shrugged again and walked toward the door, blushing with embarrassment.
"Well – so long," he said, and he went out.
Rover was still standing in the hallway, his white fangs gleaming in the dim light, and Tony muttered, "Nice doggy, good boy," rather nervously as he turned sideways to edge past the formidable beast. He had a horrible idea that Karen might command the brute to sink those sharp fangs into his useless cock out of spite.
Eyeing those jowls, Tony failed to notice that Rover had an enormous hard-on.
And although he did notice that long, wet, red tongue lolling from the dog's jaw, he made no connection between that and Karen's neglected and frustrated cunt.
He went out and closed the door.
Rover stood in the hallway, ready and willing, and waiting for a command.
In the front room, Karen was not thinking about her dog yet. But she was still kneeling on the floor and, although she didn't realize it in her despair and frustration, she had assumed a position that was very familiar to a dog – the doggy fucking position!
Actually, Karen had never been fucked by her dog, although she had often wondered what it would be like to have that big, hairy dog prick thundering up her cunthole. But she had coaxed the dumb brute into lapping her pussy a good many times. She loved to feel his big, nimble tongue slapping up her flooded cunt, and to cream on his black muzzle. In return, she enjoyed jerking the dog off as a reward, a sort of dog yummy. She loved to watch his thick spume hose from his naked red cockhead as her fist skimmed his prick. But that was as far as she had carried it, up to now.
Now Karen was kneeling in front of the couch, seething with need, so distraught that she wasn't even thinking about the willing and available dog. Damn that dirty premature ejaculator, she silently cursed. What a nasty trick to play on a girl! Shit, I should have at least made the bastard tongue-fuck me, she thought. But it was too late now. Tony was already gone, and anyhow, Karen was more in the mood for cock than she was for head – which was probably why she hadn't yet thought about calling for Rover.
She gazed down at her cum-drenched tits and belly. Her cunt felt like a glowing ember between her thighs. Pussy nectar was pouring out, mixing with Tony's wasted jism in her lathered crotch and down her legs. She considered going back to the singles bar and getting picked up by some other guy, but she knew that would take time – too much time to suit her at the moment. The only thing she could do now, she guessed, was to take the immediate pressure off by giving her cunt a good finger-fucking. Then, partially relieved, she could go out and look for some more prick.
She ran her hands up her belly and cupped her tits, scooping up the lathery fuckjuice. She brought her hands up to her mouth and lapped the slime up like a cat at a cream bowl. Even delivered by hand, Tony's cum was yummy, and she trembled at the thought of gulping a load straight out of his prick.
She dipped a hand into her crotch and rubbed her pussy, then brought it to her lips and lapped up a succulent palmful of blended cum and cuntjuice. She began to change hands, rubbing her cunt with one while she licked the cream from the other, then switching. Her hand went down to her groin all slippery with saliva and came back up slathered with fuckjuice. Her pink tongue slid through the frothy cream and her tastebuds tingled. Oh, how she wished that she had a cock to suck off – or even a cunt, come to that. If her own cuntjuice was so delicious, Karen just knew that she would love to suck some cream out of another girl's juicy fuckhole.
A ripple ran through her crotch. Waves of rising passion coursed across her slim belly and shot like electric current up her trembling thighs.
It was time to come now, her pussy was already starting to melt as she rubbed it. She leaned forward, resting her chin on the edge of the couch. Her fat tits swayed under her like ripe fruit ready to be plucked. She arched her slender back, hiking her heart-shaped ass up to the highest point of her kneeling body.
Rover's big head edged around the door.
His black nose flared and twitched, and his amber eyes gleamed at the sight before him. The heart-shaped ass was hiked up, and under those firm asscheeks Karen's pussy was flowing freely. The dog blinked. He had never seen his mistress in that position before – although it was a familiar one, for he had fucked his share of bitches. Always before, when she let him lap her cunt, Karen had sat on the couch or in a chair, her ass perched on the edge and her feet extended, spread wide, to the floor, while his busy head worked away at her cunt from the front. Then, after she had creamed on his tongue, she would kneel beside him, still facing him, and jack him off. Now, seeing Karen posed differently – invitingly and provocatively – the doggy whimpered with a new realization.
Karen was working on her cunt with both hands now towards a creamy conclusion. Her firm-fleshed ass jerked up and down and shot out from side to side as her hands played under it. She was slowly pushing three fingers in and out of her cunthole in a fucking movement while her other hand caressed her fiery clit.
"Unghhh," she grunted, as a wave of intense pleasure rippled through her loins. A spasm caught her and her pelvis trembled. Pussy juice was pouring down the insides of both of her thighs in creamy ribbons. Her hands were soaking wet with the fragrant seepage.
Rover approached stealthily, his hindquarters low to the floor as if he were stalking a rabbit – although no rabbit had ever been as juicy and tasty as that steaming pussy toward which he crept. His head was thrusting out, nostrils flaring, drawn to her sweet, musky scent like an iron filing to a magnet. His bushy tail swept back and forth behind his haunches like a rudder steering his course.
He whimpered, then whined. But Karen was not yet aware of the beast's approach, for she was almost at her peak and she was pant heavily, blocking out all external sounds.
The Alsatian sneaked up to her churning ass, his tongue hanging out and dripping. He sniffed and quivered all over as the redolence of her pussy registered on his bestial senses. He shoved his head out.
Karen gasped in shock and surprise when the dog's cold black nose bumped against her hot, pink fuck bud. Her head jerked up and she looked back over her shoulder. When she saw that her faithful doggy was behind her, the naughty woman smiled. She was in the mood for prick, it was true, but a long wet doggy tongue was better than her hands.