"Come on, baby! Come with Mama! I need you… need you…!"
There would still be plenty of time left to pack and disappear, Carol heatedly reasoned, climbing onto the bed and remaining on her knees as she had for the vile monster next door. She spread her legs wide and turned her head to look back, seeing the big dog still on the floor. Lewdly, patted her upturned buttocks, beckoning him up onto the bed behind her, forcing herself to forget Mark Cannon, and everyone else in the entire world.
Sultan did, excitedly recognizing the pleasure-bringing sight of his mistress' offered love-core. She had left him outside so long that he had begun to wonder if she was in there at all. Moving up behind her widespread white legs, he sniffed the hot scent of arousal which filled his nostrils from that part of her soft smooth body.
He licked out at her steaming wet pussy, and Carol sighed beneath the gratifying rapture. Again and again, he repeated the animalism tonguing while she mindlessly thrust her fire-filled loins back at him, waiting for that beautiful moment when he would mount her with heavy-hanging penis, knowing that it would come… and it did!
It happened while she was struggling to mentally beg Mark's forgiveness, even as Sultan licked her ravaged cuntal-flesh. In some sort of blinded wave of unknown passion she had begun to babble Mark's name, his handsome face blurred through the sensual vision her tormented mind formed… And then, she felt her big darling's warm furry forelegs gently demanding at her sore, sensitive hips.
"Mmmmmm… baby," she whimpered, reaching down between her open thighs for his hot, slippery red hardness that she knew would be there! Finding it, she drew the blood-swollen dog-shaft up beyond her cum-wet pussy-lips to the inflamed opening of her tingling anus, her brain racing wildly as she introduced its pointed tip there and flexed her open buttocks back toward it! "In there, lover! Fuck me there, my precious… don't be afraid… come on…! Unnnggg… yes… uuunnnggg… yessss, like that, baby… aaauuggghhh! Oh… ooohhhhhh… do it, lover! Yess… like that! Fuck Carol's hot asshole…!"
Mark stood back with Queenie guiding him while both the plainclothes and uniformed men swept up the operation. He still held the tape-recorder Ed White had bitterly thrust into his hands, and after, an officer came up to him to let him know it was all over. Mark grinned and nodded.
"You going downtown with us, Lieutenant?" the officer asked.
"No… you go ahead… no need for me today. Lots of processing. But we got 'em, fellow, eh? The end of another lousy drug source."
"Yes, sir! We sure did, thanks to you!"
Mark moved back then and stood for a few moments. Christ, how he wished he could've seen it…! He remembered the tape recorder and ran his fingers over it. What the hell did this mean? He flicked it on…
Minutes later, Mark Cannon moved farther back, dragging Queenie, until the wall of the building braced him! His knees felt as if they'd turned to water! He wanted to slump down and bawl… but instead, he straightened very tall and began to feet his way with Queenie before him along the doorways of the apartments! His brain was afire when he touched her knob and found it unlocked! Gently, he cased the door inward, letting Queenie go before him, thankful that his animal-guide had been there before!
Had a herd of wild horses suddenly galloped through the apartment, Carol would not have heard them, and if she had they could never have commanded her attention! Lost in a blissful oblivion of lust-incited passion, the obscenely positioned girt moaned and toiled with lurid gyrations beneath the massive dog excitedly sodomizing the offered twin moons of her upturned white buttocks. She gasped and whimpered into the bed coverlet, her slackened face turned away from the door.
"Oooohhh, Sully lover… fuck it good! Harder, baby! Ram it right up Carol's ass! Harderrrr…!"
Mark froze in the open bedroom doorway, yet refusing to believe what he knew was taking place on the bed before him! His remaining senses were filling him in well, his mind sickeningly picturing what had to be an absolute bestial spectacle! The rhythmic battering sounds of flesh against flesh… animal flesh against soft white human flesh… lewdly beat at his ear-drums, drowned out only by the lascivious pleas of Carol's whimpering cries!
He stumbled into the room, Queenie watching him alertly, her own animal-eyes torn between her master and the sight of what was happening on the bed, her keen nostrils sensitively flaring at the ruttish scent filling the air. Mark sensed Queenie's reluctance to lead him further and he dropped her leash, well remembering the arrangement of the bed as he moved toward it. Christ, he had to see it with his own hands to be certain! It was beyond all reason… or was he losing his Goddamned mind altogether?
Sultan saw him first, immediately recognizing Queenie's master, but their presence not in the least alarming the preoccupied dog, he continued to hump his swollen hardness up into the fleshy grasping hole where his sighing mistress had placed it. A great heaviness had already begun to grow in his working loins from the tight heat her nether opening was charging through his throbbing penis, and he clung to her white body possessively as instinct drove him harder toward his climax…
It was impossible for Mark to conceive that Carol had yet to see him, or not be aware of his hands searching over her smooth naked flesh that was covered with a thin film of warm perspiration! Perhaps she did and was too stunned, or ashamed, to speak… waiting for him to say the first word, but he'd be damned if he would! Oh, he was going to get an explanation all right… because there had to be an answer, even for something as wildly obscene as this… this…!
"Mark! Oh, my God! Mark! Mark! Ooohhh!" her pathetic cry came suddenly up to him as if it had been wrenched from the depths of her soul, and he knew then that she'd just seen him for the first time. "F-Forgive me… bu… but I had to… had toooo…!" Her broken sentence whined out in a series of blurted stammers, punctuated by the lewd sounds of Sultan's hammering cock fucking furiously up into her from behind!
Still, Mark didn't speak… not yet, not until he was positive that the massive dog was actually sodomizing her… and he moved his hand down over the taut, rounded arch of her ass-cheeks and then between them, until his fingertips felt Sultan's huge animal-hardness fucking hotly into the swollen lips of her widely stretched anus!
"Jesus Christ!" Mark choked. "I don't… can't believe it!" He steadied himself by clutching her naked back, the feel of her damp hot flesh, along with the vivid picture his mind now held, causing his own jerking cock to nearly burst into an unwanted hardness. "Why… why, Carol? For God's sake, give me an answer before I blow my top and… and…!"
"Oh Mark, darling… I-I… love… you! I-I swear it…" Carol managed to stammer as she tried to look up at his shockingly hurt face, the beautiful barrage of Sultan's impaling cock-flesh and pummeling body making the whole world quake before her. "P-Please be-believe me… after… I'll tell you ev-everything…! D-Don't… don't let him stop, lover… I-I've got to… cum… I-I'll go maddd…!"
"Oh Christ," Mark swore, his head reeling with the shock of it all. Ed White flashed through his spinning brain… the tape-recorder… his wife Peggy… all of it, and he knew that drug-pushing bastard had played a part in it! He heard Queenie's whimper, but ignored it, his hand dropping unconsciously to the straining length of his own throbbing hardness imprisoned in the tight bind of his shorts…