"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she moaned over and over as the dog's hunching increased.
"Fuck her, fuck her!" Peter echoed the moaning blonde as his eyes were riveted on her pussy.
Suddenly Elaine felt the dog freeze. She knew he was positioning himself for the first thrust.
Damn, he was just like a man! Sam had done the same thing only a little over an hour ago. The big-titted blonde waited anxiously for the first insertion.
"F-f-f-fu-u-u-uck-k-k-k!" Elaine cried out as she felt the hot, pointed red cock-head knife between her swollen labes and sink into her snatch. Rex whimpered loudly as he thrust his powerful hindquarters back, then humped forward again, driving more of his cock into Elaine's pussy.
"Give it to her!!" Peter cried out as his eyes opened wide with pleasure.
"Ohhhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!!" Elaine cried out each time a slick knob on the Doberman's dick slipped past her labes and drove down her box.
Elaine felt herself alive with sexual energy as the last few inches of Rex's cock slid into her cunt. Even that big knob at the root of his prong jammed in without too much trouble. Soon he began jabbing his hot, stiff prick again at her ass, whining constantly and loudly as she backed into the barking dog. Elaine could feel her body melting with sexual heat as his long red cock jerked back, then slammed forward. His furry little balls jangled in their pouches, slapping against her ass with every forward thrust.
"Fuck me! Oh, God in Heaven, fuck me!" Elaine cried out, wiggling her ass back and forth. She wanted to get the maximum friction from the Doberman's prick Elaine squeezed her cunt muscles together, clutching at the stabbing dick just a she had done with Sam earlier. The results were the same. The dog whined loudly, and she could feel his dick beginning to swell suddenly. She released the tension, then clamped down on the thrusting rod again. This time, Elaine got more than she bargained for. Rex was coming!
"Oh, nooooo!Noooo! No, doggie!" Elaine cried as she worked her ass back and forth. She bunched up and down getting as much friction against her clit as she could as trickles doggie-jizz oozed out from between her cunt-lips and ran down her inner thighs. "Fuck him," Peter cried.
"Ahhhhh! Ahhhh!" Elaine cried out, feeling her pussy beginning to blossom, then explode with sexual climax. Rex's cock was vibrating vigorously inside her blasting hole, dumping wads of spunk into her gut. Elaine exploded into a tit-swelling climax, squealing and grunting with delight as she felt Rex's come fill her up more and more.
"That's it, baby. Show me just what kind bitch you are," Peter growled, reaching down and twisting his pudgy fingers in her long blonde hair.
"Ohhhhh!" Elaine cried out, feeling the fat old man pulling up hard on her hair. "Let me alone," she cried, falling forward and pulling away from Rex's still-spurting dick. Her cunt was still fluttering crazily, but the pain of pulled hair turned her attention away from her twat.
"Bitch! Bitch!" Peter cried, following the crawling woman as Rex yowled and bunched, still spraying his jizz into the air.
"Let me alone!" Elaine cried, reaching up and hitting the fat man's wrists with her fists. At the same time, she swung her feet around and hit his ankles. He cried out in pain and fell to the floor.
"Ohhhhh!" Peter cried out as his belly slammed against the thick carpeting. He was trying to crawl to his hands and knees when Elaine scurried to her feet and slapped his fat ass.
"Here, boy. Finish here!" Elaine cried out.
The dog didn't seem to notice the difference between a woman's ass and a man's. All he could think of was his throbbing cock. Without hesitating, Rex jumped on top of Peter and rubbed his jerking doggie-dick against the big man's butt-cheeks.
"Now, Wanda, for God's sake!" Elaine cried out, rolling out of the way.
The door flew open as Rex finished shooting his load. Wanda pointed at the crouching senator as a man with a large camera aimed the lens.
"Ohhhhh, noooo!" Peter wailed as the room was filled with a bright flash.
"Take another one, Bill," Wanda said, running over to Elaine, who was crouching against the couch.
The photographer took another photo as a second man ran into the room and watched the scene.
"That's Bill Harmon. He works for Hunger Magazine. The other guy's Jud Clarke, a writer," Wanda said breathlessly to Elaine as the two men stood against the door grinning at the another.
"Okay, Wanda?" Bill asked as he pulled the photographic plates from thee camera.
"Thanks, Bill. Just keep those on file, in case the senator here gets an funny ideas," Wanda said as she motioned to them to leave.
"It'd make a good story. But you're the boss," Bill said as he straightened his shoulders, then walked out of the room.
"Well, Peter. You managed to destroy those pictures I had of you and that bitch from Baltimore. But just try to get at these shots," Wanda said, wrapping her arms protectively around Elaine.
"You, you…" Peter sputtered, staggering to his feet and moving towards the two women.
"Watch it," Wanda said threateningly. "One false move out of you and those pictures'll be all over the press by tomorrow."
Peter stood on his feet, rocking back and forth as wads of dog-jizz oozed down his fat ass.
"From now on you do as I say. And the first thing is to do is leave this one alone. She's not like us, Peter. So just leave her alone," Wanda said angrily.
Elaine watched Peter's face flush red as he inhaled sharply, then turned away from the two women. She sighed in relief, knowing that she'd won. But as Wanda helped her to her feet, Elaine didn't know if Wanda was all that right in assessing her. Granted, she wasn't the swinger that her friend was. But still she did enjoy the licking she'd gotten from the Doberman. And the fucking.
Four days later Elaine was in Sam's office. He'd managed to make a place for her on his staff. It didn't take her long to give notice to the Treasury Department, pack her things and move to his office. She was busy typing up his summer campaign schedule when the handsome young senator walked in.
"Busy, babe?" Sam asked as he closed the door behind him.
"I want to make a good impression on my new boss," Elaine said dreamily as she clicked off the electric typewriter and leaned back against the back of her chair.
"You've already done that," he said huskily as he walked behind her desk and bent down, kissing her on the nape of the neck.
"Ohhhhhhh," Elaine shuddered, feeling tiny ripples of excitement shoot down to her nipples and snatch.
"I've got a perfectly good couch here," Sam said, reaching down and lifting her gently from the chair.
"Here? In the office? But the girls outside." Elaine started to protest as Sam led her gently across the floor.
"Most of them are on break. They won't notice anything," Sam whispered as he reached behind her and unzipped her dress.
"But, but I've got that schedule to type up," Elaine said as she felt the dress slip off her shoulders and slide down her sides.
"Fuck the schedule," Sam said as he fumbled behind for the snap of her bra.
"That'd be hard to do," Elaine giggled as she felt her tits fail free of the halter.
"I've given up that room in the hotel. I don't need a reluctant secretary to make me regret it," Sam said, backing away and smiling broadly at her.