The full-bodied young woman held the bathroom door open for Cesar, then closed it tightly behind him. The big dog stared at the television set that still hummed with the roll call from the fifty states, and then he paused at the edge of the water bed, not quite certain if that's what his new mistress meant for him to do.
"Come on, up, up…"
Rhonda found herself thrilling as she watched his powerful form moving about so God-like and forceful. Cesar was a law unto himself. He knew nothing about making a living or providing for her, or about real estate or anything else. He was just a marvelous animal who had been born for this moment and none other.
She didn't hesitate a minute, but moved quickly across the carpeted floor, her cheeks flushed with both excitement and anxiety. What on earth was she doing? Would she be able to look at herself in the mirror tomorrow? Oh God, did it even matter?
"Move over," she commanded, and he did so as she lay down on one side of the big waterbed. Then she raised up her knee and slowly inched her voluptuously proportioned body over toward the center of the gurgling bed. Cesar leaped joyously out of the way, clambering over her legs while she got herself into position.
At last! At last she was ready. This was action he could understand!
By now Rhonda's long milk-white legs were completely spread open in the center of the bed, and she allowed herself a luxury she hadn't had time to finish, pressing her two fingers in between her steaming wet cuntal lips and driving them deep inside her churning cunt until a stifled groan of desire broke from her lips that was like the sound of a great amen.
That was it, she thought dreamily as she gently pistoned her fingers in and out of her seeping cunt. This was what she had been waiting for. This was what all her unrequited passion had been building to. Hopefully, this time there would be no intrusion.
She tried to ready for him as she finger-fucked herself in a frenzy of satisfying lust. Why had she denied herself before. Why had she felt funny masturbating in front of the television screen? She couldn't remember now, and anyway, it didn't matter.
"Cesar… please… help me… do what you did before… please…"
But the handsome and dashing dog merely looked down at her with a superior air, appearing to be waiting for something. What was it? What more did he need?
"Lick me," she blurted out blatantly, surrendering. "Lick my cunt."
The big dog appeared to laugh, and then his head inclined and he moved forward between her scissor-opened legs. With a single long, swiping movement, his snout went down and forward, and then his tongue was snaking out lizard-like and whipping through the moist wet furrow of her vulnerably spread cunt, ripping her soul to shreds.
"Aaarrrggghhh," she groaned, her beautiful red-tressed head flailing backwards, her pelvis region thrusting upward to meet his ardent tongue. She had done it now, debased herself – and it was wonderful! There was no need turning back. And in a sense she must have realized that from the first moment she felt her belly trembling when she gazed down into the dark limpid pools of his hot and sexy brown eyes. The rest had been courtship. She knew now that she wanted this thing – this marvelous thing – no matter how obscene or illicit it was. Indeed, the very forbiddenness of their situation added a measure of excitement that was exotic in the extreme. As the big dog's tongue lapped through her warmly seeping pussy slit, her glistening cuntal lips clung to it like a woman clutching at her lover. The rough texture of his tongue seemed to magnetically bind her tender cuntal folds to it.
And then Cesar did something that was so fiercely exciting and intoxicating it fairly took her breath away. For all of a sudden that fearful furry seducer drove his cold wet snout right up into her steaming pussy flesh, wedging it in as deeply as he could. Then when he'd done that he began punctuating his snout in and out of her convulsing cunt with a savagely swift, staccato-like movement.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she screamed. "What are you doing to me?" she demanded to know as he punched his snout in and out between her legs with machine-gun like thrusts. This was wild, crazy. He left her with no room to alter, cajole or implore. This was just the most furious, wonderful rape of her loins she'd ever encountered. The mind-drugging, soul-dredging tattoo of his snout banging back and forth against her vulnerable and open cunt sent her half way towards her orgasm before she knew what hit her.
Rhonda had never had any experience like this before. Usually Bob made love to her very affectionately before he even considered putting his thick, blood-swollen cock into her cunt. But this brutish animal was actually raping her with his nose! And she was loving every minute of it!
Frantic with desire, she gripped his ears wildly and tried to drag his face all the way up inside her. And all the while she was moaning as if she were delirious with fever.
"Oh, oh, daaarrrllling!" she crooned, her head flailing from side to side and her long red hair flying madly around the pillow. This was totally the most mind-splitting experience she'd ever had. His snout was pumping in and out of her loins like an oil driller, making her lust spiral higher and higher with each lewd bestial thrust. She could feel the bristly hairs all around his handsome jaw, whisking in and out of her cunt as if they were going to rip her to pieces. But the pain didn't matter. Nothing did. There was only this wonderful feeling in her loins which had turned her body to jelly. Only that mattered and nothing else.
Rhonda knew she was acting like a depraved whore, with her pelvis gyrating obscenely over the stray dog's crazily raping snout, but she didn't care. "Yesssss," she hissed over and over, not even conscious of what she was saying. The passion-drugged redhead squirmed and twisted voluptuously on the bed and thrashed her body all over her lover-dog's face like a woman gone mad, heaving her firmly mounded breasts up and back with primeval desire. The needs of her flesh had taken complete control, shoving all other considerations far into the background.
The eager German Shepherd whimpered with growing need, feeling his new mistress responding beneath him. Occasionally when she glanced downwards she could glimpse his thickening red penis slipping ever so slightly more from its well-concealed sheath, the tiniest drop of milk-white sperm glistening in its red beveled tip.
A savage shudder of pure desire rippled through Rhonda's hopeless turned on flesh. She was almost there now, and the sight of her furry lover's enormous penis forced her still higher. The sheer eroticism of her mad situation made her feel giddy to the point of weightlessness. Here she was, lying on her own bed in her own bedroom, being ruthlessly fucked by a dog! But it didn't matter. The terrible, frustrating tingle in her loins was being swamped by other equally tormenting sensations. And here was the means, secret and discreet, for satisfying her lewd desires.
Her hotly seeping red-fringed pussy seemed to be carried away on a tide of sensuality. "Cesar!" she panted breathlessly. "That's it, darling! OH, baby!" But the sounds of her gasping throat came like a choking gurgle, so that she herself couldn't even identify the strange sounds coming out of her mouth.
Her smoky, lust-glazed eyes peered down at her handsome canine lover through a veil of lewd and lascivious yearning. Then her eyes glazed as wave after wave of unbearable pleasure inundated her pleasure-starved loins. A spot of licentious saliva appeared on her burning crimson lips. Every move of the muscular animal waxing so hungrily between the shivering legs made her thighs feel like water. All of her flesh seemed to have disintegrated with weakness and the sheer force of her passion. There was raging conflagration within her hair-fringed cunt that dominated her soul totally and without mercy. Frenetic sensations of pure desire seemed to be ripping her apart.