Leaning against the wall, feeling weak as the thrills ravaged her, Bette bit into her sensually full lower lips as she watched Cindy, who after a final caress of that cock that must measure at least seven inches, lay back on the vanity bench. Her long shapely legs hung off the side but her wet, gaping cunt was poised right at the very edge of it. She stretched her legs out then slowly parted them. They were now spread wide enough for the dog to move in between them.
Bette's thighs were slippery wet from the juices that dripped in a steady stream from her pulsating cunt. What she wouldn't have done or given for a nice fat hard cock to fuck her right now. Yes, even that long, bright red prick that extended up along the dog's hairy belly. Never had she felt so hot and excited as she did now. There was a burning demand and urgency in her cunt that needed to be assuaged by a prick, dog or man.
"Now Sultan. Fuck me. Fuck. Here is a nice hot pussy all ready for your lovely long hard prick. Up Sultan. Up and fuck. Fuck me. Oh you lovely dog get up on me. I want to feel your cock fucking my red hot juicy cunt."
Bette, panting heavily, was cast in a storm of fantastic sexual arousement as she heard Cindy's guttural cries and watched the big, sleek Doberman move in between Cindy's wide spread legs, that long, red, pointed prick jerking and quivering under his belly.
Bette's fingers worked feverishly on her cunt, her entire body filled with an obsessive longing. Her pussy, as her fingers caressed and moved in and out between the soft, yielding lips, grew wetter and wetter, the muscles in her thighs twitching uncontrollably with erratic spasms. She was filled with an overwhelming lust that threatened to destroy her completely if she did not find relief. Her body was a mass of excruciatingly alive flesh with all the sensations centered in her vibrating twat. She needed a cock. She wanted a cock to fuck her, to deliver her from this fierce and overpowering hunger that invaded her.
Cindy's sudden cry made Bette's eyes snap open. She stared unbelievingly when she saw Cindy move backward, the dog suddenly mounting her naked body. His front legs seemed to hook around her slim waist, pulling her down while his rump began to jerk back and forth frantically.
Through lust filled eyes, Bette saw Cindy's hand grab that wet, shiny red cock and press it down. A second later, a gurgling scream came from Cindy as that steel hard prick went driving deep into her juice dripping snatch.
"Ooooohhh you beautiful Sultan. Your cock is in me. I can feel it so deep inside me. Fuck me, you darling. Fuck me hard. I want to feel every inch of your cock in me. Oh. Oh. Lovely cock. Beautiful dog. You adorable fucker. Do it to me."
Bette was caught in a swirling maelstrom of unbridled lust as she watched the dog's dark sleek rump driving back and forth in an incredible fast, steady rhythm. She could see his long red prick with a peculiar bulge just behind the center of it sliding in and out between the pink-lipped cunt that welcomed each hard and deep thrust.
The dog whined and whimpered oddly as he fucked the twisting, writhing woman beneath him. His back arched, burying his prick deeper, his rump jamming even closer and tighter against Cindy's come-lathered twat.
It was the most unimaginable thing Bette had ever imagined. The furiously fast, deep fucking never slowed, never slackened. Instead, Sultan fucked his mistress at the same rapid pace, the head of his red prick appearing at the very mouth of her cunt then was pumped all the way back in. "Oh, if only a man could fuck like that," Bette thought as her finger delved deep inside her own quivering, contracting pussy, feeling the hot fluids dripping down on her hand. Her body shook with a shattering paroxysm as she rubbed the flat part of her finger back and forth across that sensitive bud of her clitoris.
"How long can he fuck her," she wondered. He must have had his cock in her cunt for at least five or ten minutes already but there was no sign of the dog's speedy in and out thrusts faltering or slowing down.
Bette could see the white juices leaking from Cindy's bruised, reddened pussy as they fucked, the liquids streaming down between the crack of her ass. The fluids splattered and splashed against Cindy's thighs as the dog's incredible fucking went on and on without the slightest sign of abatement. His cock was coated with Cindy's come as the tossing, sobbing woman came again and again.
"Don't ever stop fucking me," the pretty blond sobbed as she met the dog's deeply penetrating strokes with heaving, rolling responses of her hips, ass and cunt. "Oh I just love to be fucked this way. It is the best, the absolute best. Sultan, you long pricked darling, you are driving me mad."
Cindy's legs flopped as the dog, encouraged by his mistress's impassioned pleas, actually seemed to fuck her faster and faster.
Bette, watching all this, was going out of her own mind as she fingerfucked herself frantically. Her burning eyes were glued to the aberration taking place no more than a few feet from her, watching the way the big, sleek muscled Doberman clung to the bare assed woman beneath him, watching Cindy's legs bend and straighten convulsively, her head tossing from side to side, her eyes watching that long, sharply pointed red shiny prick appearing and disappearing in Cindy's red mouthed slippery snatch.
There was no doubt that Cindy was thrilling to this fantastic fuck. The wild sobs and cries of ecstatic delight that poured from her, the way her hips twisted and jerked as she fucked the dog, the fierce erotic contortions of her luscious naked body were all clear indications of the exquisite bliss she must be feeling.
"Aaagggghh, oh. Oh. I'm going to come all over that nice big dog cock. Keep fucking me. Keep fucking Momma. Don't you stop until I tell you to. Make me come. Oh. Oh. Make me come with your big prick."
Cindy's voice was thick and broken as it rose to a furious crescendo of lust. Her body stiffened then shook violently as she came. Bette could see her creamy white juices oozing out around Sultan's still pumping prick, down her thighs and the cheeks of her ass, forming a thick white puddle on the vanity bench. Even though she had come, the dog continued to fuck her with the same intense force and speed.
Unable to resist her own furious desires, Bette fucked her cunt with two fingers, jamming them in and out, unconsciously matching her thrusts to the tempo of the dog's fucking actions. She sank to her knees as furious spasms wracked her body from head to toe, her hot come flooding her violently contracting cunt, inundating her vigorously moving fingers as she sought to maintain that delightful peak of the most intense and thrilling pleasure. Holding her fingers as deep in her quivering cunt as she could get them, holding them there as if they were an imaginary cock that had caused her to experience this shattering orgasm, Bette collapsed against the door jamb.
When she lifted her head, she saw that the dog was sill fucking the moaning, gasping Cindy. Finally, his strokes became more erratic. Bette could not help but compare his actions to that of a man who was about to come. Cindy's harsh gasps let Bette know that Sultan was indeed coming.
"Oooohhh, you're pouring your hot dog load into me, you darling, I can feel it spurting into me, so far up inside me. Come in Momma, you big beautiful fucking animal."
Another fit of violent trembling and shivers shook Cindy's madly fucking body as she reached another explosive orgasm.
Bette, limp and weak from the intensity of her own coming, rested on her hands and knees. Through hard to focus eyes, she saw Sultan back off Cindy, his cock pulling out with a distinct pop. As it did, a stream of greyish white juices literally poured from between Cindy's bruised looking cunt lips. Sultan half sat and bending over, began to lick at his scarlet red prick which was slowly disappearing into that hairy sheath under his belly.