"Come, Eric, come and eat me," she gasped, her eyes closing, her head falling back against the cushion of the seat.
With a silent leap, Eric, his body now attuned to the needs of his mistress, jumped to the floor of the compartment, all his senses awake. The great tail, curled over his back, swished from side to side with Eric's excitement. Moving forward between the wide vee made by Sandi's thighs, Eric followed his long nose, the glands in his mouth secreting saliva to wet the long pink tongue. The woman smells of her were heavy and pungent, and the great dog followed them. He had done this many times before and was conditioned to respond to the sight of her naked flesh and the smell of her sexual secretions.
Sniffing at the moist slit in front of him, Eric probed with his wet nose at the lipped cleft and then let his tongue flick out in a long lapping motion that ran from Sandi's anus to the top of her cunt. The dog tasted her womanliness and let his great tongue flick out once more with more force.
"Oh Christ!" Sandi's voice exploded from her tightly clamped lips. Her head tossed from side to side against the thick cushion. "That's it. Give it to me, let me have it all. Do me, Eric, do me good," she cried in the first flush of ecstasy.
Shifting her body, Sandi slid her loins forward, attempting to push more of her cunt onto the thrusting tongue of the faithful dog who was now solidly positioned between her legs. As she moved, her knees parted to widen the gap between her thighs and allow the dog the greatest possible freedom.
Aroused now and confident he was doing what his mistress wanted, Eric thrust his long wet tongue up and down the slit that poured forth the savory juices of Sandi's womanhood. His sensitive nose was only aware of the woman smell of her sex as it poured out the scent of her desire. He lapped with long and smooth strokes, his hot breath adding to the excitement that he was providing his mistress. The scent and taste of her was having its own effect on his animal instincts and drives. The head of his long and bulbous prick was cresting pink and wet from the hairy sheath that hung tight against his tapered belly.
Relaxing in the luxury of the intense feelings of pleasure and mounting passion that flowed through her loins, Sandi tossed her head from side to side on the long seat. Her hips were rising and falling in time to Eric's lapping tongue. His touch was soft, but insistent, giving her the greatest possible pleasure. Her eyes flicked open, and she looked down the muscled slope of her half-reclining body to watch as her beloved dog let his tongue run up and down the hips of her cunt. Her outer cunt lips were swollen and filled with blood, exposing the tender inner lips which were parted, exposed to the thrusting tongue of the dog, and freeing the small bud of flesh that always gave her the greatest pleasure when rubbed either with her own finger or with Eric's great, soft tongue.
"Yes, yes, more more! Don't stop. Do me good, Eric, make me come," she cried as she watched, her eyes wide with desire and passion.
In response to her urging, Eric moved closer to the wet slit that he was licking. His tongue was now passing over the thick bud of flesh that marked her clit. He didn't know what he was doing, didn't know the sensations that his lingual caress was imparting to his mistress, but by some strange unknown animal instinct, he understood what she wanted of him and tried in his way to give it to her.
His tongue flicked out faster and his strokes became shorter, centering in the middle of the cleft that was sopping wet with her juices. His body surged forward, his mouth opening, his wide tongue working like a soft rasp against the tender tissues of his mistress.
Small explosive convulsions started boiling and ripping through Sandi's loins and she abandoned herself to the intensity of their caress. Her hands and fingers pressed against the fleshy globes of her breasts harder. Her nipples were now twin points of throbbing fire. Breathlessly, she dropped her breasts from her clutching fingers and reached for the great hand that was thrusting between her widely spread thighs.
"Shit! Oh yes; do it. Do it good, Eric make me come. I'm about there; just a little more, more, please Eric, morel"
Entwining her fingers deeply in the thick hair of Eric's head, Sandi pulled the dog closer to her thrusting hips. Pulling back her legs at the knees, she folded her body so that her knees were almost touching her shoulders. Her cunt was split wide, the petals of her cunt lips hanging open, the gap filled with the tongue of her hairy lover.
Abandoning herself to the thrills of the lapping tongue being thrust in and out of her cunt, Sandi thrashed back and forth on the narrow seat, her body pulsing and throbbing with the need of her sex. Her face was flushed, eyes tightly clamped, as she pulled Eric closer to her throbbing center and pushed her sexual slit into his gaping mouth. Small beads of sweat broke out at her hairline and trickled down her forehead as she attempted to bring herself to completion.
Responding to the urgent cries of his mistress, the big dog moved with the tug of her hands in the ruffled hair of his head and neck. A strange animal desire flooded through his system, sending urgent messages of passion to his loins. The pink-tipped head of his prick was sliding out of the hair sheath and throbbing in regular pulsations against his furred belly. Throbbing waves of heat pulsed in the very center of Sandi's crotch as Eric moved his tongue with greater force. Lines of white-hot fire streaked up her cunt from the little bud of flesh that was being pushed back and forth relentlessly. Her clit was spasming, sending out the warm waves that were bathing her loins with a fire that threatened to consume her, but toward which she gladly threw her entire being.
"Oh fuck! That's it; harder, harder, Eric, I'm about to come. Please, Eric, just a little more," she cried again in her desperate need to find fulfillment.
The dog, urged on by her words, worked his great tongue hard against her crotch. His own desire was building almost to the point of explosion, but he restrained himself because of his training. He wanted to mount her and thrust his thick member deep into her body, but would wait until he was bidden.
Waves of sensation passed up her contorted belly and over her breasts, gripping the mounds with fingers of fire. Pictures of orange-tongued flames broke before her tightly closed eyes. Softly at first, but increasing in the intensity of color, the orange that was licking at her eyelids became red, a swirling mass of red. It moved and changed as the waves of throbbing heat became more frequent and more intense. It was happening. Sandi knew in the small dark recesses of her mind that she was coming, having an orgasm. She let her entire being flow toward the fire that was consuming her body in engulfing flames.
"Yes, yes! I'm coming; I'm coming! Oh God, yes!" the cries were torn from her throat in great sighing gasps. The sounds of her orgasmic release bounced off the walls of the compartment as the wheels of the train clicked steadily onward.