Sandra lay panting on the ground, her dress still askew, hardly daring to move. She felt helpless. His kiss had overwhelmed her, and although she wanted to get up and run from this dreadful place, she just couldn't. She quivered as she felt his hands on her again, feeling, squeezing, caressing, running down the length of her flattened body, sending coarse shivers of pleasure rippling through her awakening flesh. She sucked in her breath as she felt the roughness of his palm on her naked thigh, felt it slither up the smooth creamy skin, realized that his fingers were tugging at the soft flimsy material of her panties. Her head was spinning, the brandy she had gulped down taking a loosening carefree effect on her. She found her hips arching, to help him ease off the thin nylon panties, and in a daze, she felt them sliding down over her hips and thighs to her ankles, where they were discarded in a useless little heap on the hay.
"Mmmmmmmm…" she sighed as she felt his thick fingers graze against the softness of her palpitating pussy lips, felt their tips dip against the growing moistness of her velvet soft folds. She felt his hot breath as he peered down at her, and then he plunged his middle finger into the wet, viscous hole of her trembling cunt, and she jackknifed against him, her legs shooting out on either side, to allow his invading fingers deeper and easier access to the mounting furnace of her tight hot pussy. His fingers grovelled around in the slippery channel of her cunt, drubbed the hardened knob of her blood-filled clitoris, searched and probed among the secret wet crevices and creases of her nubile young vagina. Her entire body felt aflame, and she was lost in lust, oblivious of the fact of how lewdly she was sprawled on the straw, how obscenely she spread her legs to allow the workman to allow. It was what she wanted, the feel of male hands on her body, to feel the rising beat in every pore of her flesh which signalled the coming of the climax for which her love-starved body craved. She didn't really care whose hands were manipulating her crotch, whose fingers were whirling around inside her buttery-soft cuntal sheath. She didn't care what happened! All she wanted was the joyous ecstasy of release, and oh God, she was going to get it!
Sam smirked down at the twitching, writhing body spread out below him. God, the high and mighty little bitch is really getting hot, she's really ready for it now! Let's see what she thinks of the surprise Uncle Sammy has for her…
He withdrew his fingers from the excitedly pulsating lips of her pussy and he heard her gasp with disappointment.
"Oh please, don't stop now… I'm nearly there…" the passion-wracked woman sighed piteously.
Sam gave a laughing leer, and then snapped out: "Here, King!"
Sandra, in the throes of her thwarted orgasm, heard uncomprehendingly Sam's command, and felt near to tears from her so nearly won climax. Oh, if only he hadn't stopped…
Then, it started again! Only this time, it was a thick wet tongue, warm and curling, that was slavering along the quivering folds of her passion-inflated pussy, sending eddies of new pleasure drifting through her. She felt a momentary stab of horror at the thought of a tongue licking so intimately up between her open legs, but it was lost in the wave of pleasure which engulfed her, and eagerly, she thrust her pelvis upward, grinding her bare bottom against the straw, bumping in crude tempo with the frantic licking of the demonic tongue.
"Oh God Sam, it feels so good, so good," she sighed, unable to control the spasms of ecstasy convulsing her. She had to have more of it, she had to have that tongue deeper inside her, had to feel it in every tiny nerve end of her excitedly flooding pussy…
Savagely, her hands reached down to force his face further and harder down on the burning fulcrum of her body…
Instead of Sam's wiry red hair, her hands met with soft silky fur, long, satin-haired ears…
"Oh God nooooooooo…" Her scream shattered the silence of the barn as it reverberated throughout the high-ceilinged shed. Realization dawned, followed by an immediate retching nausea, on the lust-demented woman. Too late she remembered Sam's command, "Here, King!" Suffocated with repulsion, she realized the truth. The dog was crouching down between her thighs licking her vagina!
Sam was delighted with the progress of his plan. He derived a perverse thrill from watching the golden shape crouched between his proud screaming boss' wife's legs, watching the shivers of ecstasy which still lingered, despite her almost insane revulsion at the act being performed on her.
"Attaboy, King!" Sam praised, proud of the trick he had taught the willing dog.
"For God's sake, Sam, make him stop… please…" the desperate woman wailed, but even as she did so, new spasms of unbelievable sensation were twisting her into incredible knots of sensual fervour. She couldn't help it! It was too late for the revulsion and horror in her mind to register with the rebellion in her body. It was too late!
"Ooooohhhhhhhh, keep sucking… keep succckkkiiinngg!!"
Her hands dashed down again and entangled themselves in the golden fur on the dog's head, pressing his nose and swirling tongue further into the wet, tangled flesh of her throbbing pussy. She felt the cold wet nose press against the maddened bulb of her clitoris, felt his hairy shoulders rub against her sensitive inner thighs. The dog was licking her pussy, and she was loving it, and she was going to cum!
"Aaaaaazhhhhhhhhhh… Ohmygod, I'm there… I'm… cuummmmiiinnnggggg…" Her shrieks rang out, and desperately she ground her pussy down against the wet, lubricant soaked snout of the laboring animal, her thighs closing in his head like a scissors, her buttocks mashing uncontrollably against the hay, as wave after hot flushing wave of tremendous pleasure washed over her, bringing her back again and again to the shore of calmness, only to toss her once more in a raging sea of her unleashed desire.
Finally, the cumming was over, and the dog slunk away from the widespread legs of the exhausted woman, and padded over to Sam, who gave him a perfunctory pat on his moistened head.
"Good boy, King," Sam beamed, his own prick a hardened lump of lust-inflated flesh. His teeth bared in a sadistic leer, he headed over to where the dazed woman was panting, trying to get her breathing back to normal.
"Are you ready for me now, babe?" be rasped, hovering over her.
"Get away from me!" Sandra screamed with vitriolic suddenness, her hands reaching up for Sam's face. He tried to slip to one side, but her nails caught his cheek, raking it savagely, leaving four red weals of crimson blood in their wake.
"You little bitch!" Sam spat, "Now, I'm really gonna teach you a lesson…"
But fear made Sandra agile, and she leaped nimbly to her feet, heedless of her discarded shoes and panties, forgetting to pull down her dress, and dashed towards the doorway, anxious only to escape this lewd monster who had subjected her to such a debasing ordeal.
But the farm hand, too, was quick, and before she reached the safety of the doorway, she felt his hand close viciously over her wrist.
"Oh, leave me alone…" she sobbed helplessly, "let me go…" She tried to struggle, but it was useless. Sam was much the stronger of the two, and he pinned her cruelly against the wall.
"Now, my haughty beauty," he snarled, "you'll have to make up to me for this," his hand pointing towards his painful scratches.
"Take your filthy hands off me!" she screamed, revulsion shuddering through her.
"Waaaggghhhhhhh…" she screamed suddenly as she felt the full weight of his open palm against her face. Tears sprung to her eyes and cascaded down her face, stinging her smarting cheek.