Khan's head turned to his mistress for help, his eyes pleading. Felicia was too involved in watching Charlotte's mouth and too busy with her own pussy to be concerned. The horny beast dropped his head back to the mattress, a pawn to the passions of the two beautiful women.
Felicia sat up abruptly. "Let him fuck your mouth," she exclaimed, her face aglow with desire. "Get on the floor. It'll be so much better!"
Charlotte lifted her head. Her eyes were hazy, flooded with a passion that knew no bounds, and she swallowed uneasily. "I'm afraid…"
Yet, she craved it. An image of Khan mounting another dog formed in her mind. Her mouth would be the other dog. She would be the bitch. She nodded her approval before she could change her mind. Quickly, she got down on the floor.
"Like this?" she asked excitedly.
"Yes," Felicia hissed. "Lean your head back." She climbed off the bed and snapped her fingers. Khan leaped to her side, whimpering annoyingly. She stroked his head. "You're gonna get it now, boy, don't worry. The right way."
Charlotte trembled, waiting for Felicia to help the dog into position. "Hurry," she urged, her voice straining, cracking. "Hurry!"
The tall blonde led the giant Doberman between Charlotte's outstretched legs, allowing Khan to lick her face before she helped him up. "Okay, my horny pet, she's all yours." She tapped the bed with her hand, and Khan barked, immediately understanding. He had done it this way often enough.
Charlotte moaned and uttered a childlike gasp. The monstrous dog slapped his huge paws on the bed and blanketed her head with his body.
Charlotte gazed in panic and lust at the gargantuan cock angled for her mouth. She wiggled into a better position.
In the blink of an eye, Khan was jabbing her face, aiming haphazardly, furiously trying to plant his doggie cock in her mouth. Whimpering and dancing on his back legs, Khan stabbed Charlotte's face, seeking entry to the wetness of her mouth. But he couldn't find it. His prick jabbed her teeth, her cheeks, her chin, everywhere but where he wanted.
Finally, as Charlotte adjusted her head to accommodate him, he found his mark and his prick delved headlong into her waiting mouth. He let out a woeful howl, mercilessly jabbing, relentlessly thrusting.
Charlotte gagged and choked, his prick spearing down her throat, stretching her wide. She understood why Felicia had chosen this way for her first experience in doggie sucking. There was no way she could change her mind – she belonged to the dog and there was no opportunity to get away. She was grateful to the blonde for her decision. Charlotte knew the dog's first jab would have thrown her into a panic and she would have taken her mouth away.
His cock tearing into her throat made her concentrate on him. The initial shock had passed and she gripped his haunches, holding him, feeling the power of his slamming body. Her hands flowed up and down his humping frame, her fingers digging into his fur. She experienced strange and wonderful sensations as her mouth was stuffed with doggie cock, and she wallowed in it. She was actually sucking a dog's cock! It staggered her mind.
Having found the warm wetness of Charlotte's mouth and throat, Khan went insane. Having been tortured for so long, he fucked her face savagely, burrowing his cock in her throat with his massive, pointed cock tip leading the way. He leaned forward for maximum depth, his huge paws firmly planted on the bed, his back paws prancing, maintaining his balance as he wildly fucked the sucking mouth in front of him.
Charlotte found herself shaking in desire. The doggie cock in her mouth was more than she had asked for – wildly exotic and wantonly exciting! She used her tongue, experimenting, enjoying, sucking, her teeth grazing along his thick prick while he rammed her to the hilt.
Khan howled in raging excitement as her teeth dug along his sensitive prick, his mighty body lashing his cock into her throat at a reckless speed. His prick swelled and his balls ached, his heavy load multiplying.
Charlotte was delirious. She sucked and whipped her tongue along his cock, grating her teeth along the length as he whipped it in and out of her mouth. Reaching under him, she caressed the balls that would soon rupture and drench her with their burdensome load of cum. She could already feel the warm doggie jism oozing down her throat.
"Play with his ass," Felicia cried in a hoarse tone. "Play with his asshole!"
Felicia's words finally penetrated Charlotte's fuzzy lust-sopped brain. She was so caught up in the dog's fury, that her pussy was creaming against itself. She reached around him and placed her finger on his wrinkled ass opening, grabbing his stubby tail with her other hand while he jabbed his cock brutally down her throat.
Khan went berserk. He lunged to rid his asshole of the finger. The action drove his cock farther down her throat, his heavy balls whacking into her chin. He growled, his rubbery lips drawn back over his pearl-white fangs. His taut, lean body glistened with a black sheen and his snarl appeared demonic.
"Finger him! Finger-fuck his asshole!" Felicia shouted deliriously.
Charlotte obliged with fervor. She plunged her finger in and out of his ass, feeling the rumbling explosion in his ramming cock that would soon drench her in doggie jizz. But she still was not prepared for the next thirty seconds.
Khan's neck stretched to the limit as he glared toward the ceiling, his black eyes rolling. The next flurry of blows brought a fireball of jism out his spitting cock tip. He roared his rage, his prick gushing a bubbling outpour of doggie goo into Charlotte's gurgling throat.
Charlotte drank it. Thick clumps of jism splattered against the back of her throat and before she could swallow it all, more followed. A steady barrage of thick wads turned into a river of cum. It flooded her mouth, her throat, and gushed from her nose. She choked and spluttered, doggie cum seeping out the sides of her clinging lips with each horrendous plunge of his prick.
Even with the awesome load, Charlotte never faltered. She swallowed as much as was humanly possible, her cheeks full of doggie cum. It poured down her throat. She took the dog's savage pace, her finger still imbedded in his asshole. Her finger was held deep, crooked, her nail scratching his tight ass wall.
Khan became enraged at not being able to rid the finger in his ass. He yelped, humping her face, his hind legs performing some kind of erotic dance to keep his balance. His ass jerked in an effort to dislodge the annoying finger. His prick plowing her tight throat with a constant deluge of hot molten doggie spume.
Charlotte swooned under the devastating attack. She used her teeth on his plowing prick, driving and urging him to greater feats of speed. She sucked his thick cock and drank his river of cum before it dried up into a last few dying spurts.
She held him, refusing to let him go. She was in shock, her teeth clamped onto his prick. Her body was stunned, cum dribbling from her nose and her lips.
Khan growled his discontent and battled the imprisoning mouth. He sprang forward, landing on the bed, his aching prick finally free from the maniac who had tortured him.
Felicia stared at Charlotte, an expression of disbelief on her face. Charlotte did it on her first try! She saw the cum oozing from the dazed woman and pounced on her, licking her face, sucking her mouth, and drinking the cum that Charlotte, in her lust-dulled state, had forgotten to swallow.
Finished, Felicia sat back on her haunches with a hot, sultry grin on her face.
"How did I do?" Charlotte asked in a daze.
"Fabulous!"
"You think George will like it?"
"He'll cream his pants. Now, you go shower and come down to breakfast."
Charlotte nodded, still overwhelmed. She hauled herself to her feet. She swung her ass on the way to the bathroom as if she were selling it on a street corner.
"You certainly know how to pick them, George," Felicia muttered to herself. The spent Doberman walked slowly by her side as she left. "You certainly have got one fantastic wife!"