"Mmmmgfff! Mgffff! Mgfffffff!" Elaine cried out wildly, pulling in her cheeks and sucking at Peter's dick as hard as she could. The blonde couldn't hold out any more. She felt her snatch turning into a nuclear explosion as King had lapped and licked her clit into a powerful come.
"Christ, she's getting off!" the blonde hooker gasped in disbelief.
The others in the room watched a little incredulously as Elaine twisted, writhed and bucked in her bonds. Her hands tugged and pulled at the ropes that held them to the feet of the couch. But she wasn't trying to get away this time. The blonde wanted to tear at her tits that ached for a pair of hands to milk the spongy, tingling hot flesh. The powerful jolts of orgasm shot out through her thighs on up to her tit-tips. She was coming from head to foot, groaning and whimpering with the effort. Again and again Elaine shoved her drooling cunt against King's muzzle.
"Ahhhh! Nooo! Noooo!" Peter cried out, digging his stubby fingers harder into Elaine's skull. She felt his hot, tightly packed jizz explode out from his balls, down his jouncing pecker, and into his flanged cock-head. Elaine gagged as she felt wad after wad of the senator's come spatter against her tonsils, then ooze down her slippery throat.
"Wawwwhhh! Wawwwhhh!" Elaine cried out, backing her mouth off the shooting dick and spitting the come onto the carpeting between her hands. She tilted her head back and howled with unholy howls of delight as the hard knot deep in her belly slowly untied itself.
"Bitch!" Peter cried out as he clamped his hands around his still-spasming cock-head.
But again Elaine didn't hear him. She was in a world of her own a world of thunder, coloured lightning, and throbbing, beating clits as spasm after spasm tore through her aching, tightly screwed box.
"ohhhhhh! Ohhhh! Fuckin' Jeeeeesus! Ohhhh, Goddd! Nooooo!" Elaine screeched over and over until her throat ached from all the shouting. Gradually, he cries turned into soft whimpering. Finally, Elaine felt all the energy and strength that had turned her body into a demanding sex machine evaporate. She swayed back and forth twice, then felt her knees give way under her. King backed off slightly as Elaine collapsed completely on the floor. She moved her legs slightly back and forth, rubbing her deliciously sore pussy against the stiff piling of the rug underneath her body as Peter continued to grunt like a pig above her.
"Well, honey, looks like you did all right for the first time," Peter finally managed to say as he flipped his flaccid cock back into his pants.
Elaine rolled slightly over to her right side and stared angrily into the senator's grinning face. God, how she detested that animal! He'd made her see a side of her personality that should've been left alone. He'd humiliated her in front of all these people, and now he was standing spread-legged over her, bragging about his triumph!
"You, you." Elaine couldn't finish the sentence. Words couldn't describe how much she hated that man at this minute. The only thing in the room that seemed decent to her was that damned dog.
"Hey, Petey, honey. This is only half the show," the blonde hooker said, looking cruelly at Elaine.
"What do you mean?" the senator asked, staggering slightly towards the bar for another drink.
"Look at that poor dog," the blonde said, getting off the lap of a fat, middle-aged congressman and walking slowly over to King. The dog turned his head and panted happily at the big-titted hooker as she bent down and cuddled his furry head against her jugs. "He's hotter'n hell. I mean, she gets her rocks off. But poor old dog here, he just hops around the room with that stiff cock bouncing against his belly."
Peter stopped and turned around, staring at the dog as if he'd forgotten something. Then a smile brightened his face.
"It must be the booze," he said, walking back towards King and the handler. "Get her up again. Let's finish this off, then we can get back some hard drinking and fucking ourselves," he said thickly.
"Yeah, after we can turn her loose in the city pound. That ought to keep her happy for weeks," the blonde hooker said, laughing hard as she got up and went back to the congressman's lap.
"What kind of people are you?" Elaine cried out and felt the men who had held her down pick her up and position her into a crouching stance again. "You're supposed to be the nation's law makers. You're supposed to be the nation's law-makers. You're supposed to lead, and you sit around and fuck, and make others commit acts like… like… this!" Elaine cried out angrily.
"Well, honey, if you've got any complaints about the way the government's run, just write your congressman," the blonde hooker said.
Elaine turned away as the crowd howled at the prostitute's joke. It wasn't over yet. She had to go through another session with that German Shepherd. By now, Elaine realised that making it with a dog wasn't all that bad. In fact, she'd enjoyed it a lot. But there was a definite feeling anger and humiliation that went along with that pleasure. She felt it wasn't right to fuck a dog. And all front of all these people.
"Up, boy," she heard Doug say.
"Up and fuck the bitch, boy," Peter sneered.
"Ohhhhh!" Elaine groaned in genuine fear. Getting licked up and down was one thing. But to have a dog's cock buried inside your pussy, shooting off streams of animal jizz was another. She'd heard stories about women who got torn apart by dogs they fried to fuck. The animals got so excited that they started chewing up the snatch-lips they were trying to screw.
"You want her pussy, King? Want Elaine's hot little pussy?" Peter said in a pinched voice as the dog pranced restlessly back and forth behind the blonde's ass.
"Come on, King, up-UP!" Doug commanded. Elaine closed her eyes. She knew it was only a matter of minutes before the big Shepherd mounted her. Suddenly she heard someone scream out her name from the other end of the room.
"Elaine! My God, what are you doing?" Wanda cried out from the bedroom doorway.
"Oh, Wanda, help, help!" Elaine moaned, peering through the hanging hair in front of her eyes at her horrified friend.
"What does it look like?" Peter said, walking slowly up to her and chucking her under the chin. "Leave that for later," Wanda said coldly, brushing his hand away and walking quickly up to Elaine. "Poor baby. They've really done a number on you this time," she said, bending down and untying the ropes that held the blonde fastened to the couch.
"Hey, come on, Wanda. You'd be the last one who'd complain, I'd think," the blonde hooker mumbled disappointedly.
"Leave this kid alone. She's new in town. Give her a chance," Wanda said as she finished untying her friend.
"Thank you, thank you," Elaine murmured as she pulled her hands to her tits and rubbed them gently.
"Well, it didn't take her too long to get used to old King, here," Peter said, pointing to the dog. Wanda looked at the animal's hindquarters and saw that his big, pointed red dick was fully extended and twitching nervously in the air.
"Elaine, you didn't," Wanda said horrified.
"No, now. They were going to make me… make me… Ohhhhhh, ohh!" Elaine cried out in horror, staggering to her feet and stumbling towards the door.
"You can't go out like that," Wanda cried out, running up to her friend and stopping her by the front doorway.
"Can't stay here, can't," Elaine mumbled. She had to get away from all these people. She had to get some place where she could think about what had happened.
"You can't let her go," Peter said threateningly, stepping in front of the two women.
"You keep your hands off her while I get her clothes. Then you'll let us out with your blessings, because if you don't, I swear I'll plaster every, damned telephone pole in this town with those pictures I've got of you and…" Wanda said in a low, forced whisper.