Paul Gable - Kathy_s dog act

Kathy Murphy walked nervously onto the stage and peered into the dark auditorium. She shaded her eyes with her hand, trying to blot out the blinding stage lights.

"Pete! Pete! I thought told you that wanted a brunette!" Kathy heard the producer yell.

"Bob! She's good, I tell you. Listen to her read her lines and shut up for once in your life," Pete Coons, the director, shouted back from the left wing.

"So she's got a pair of big tits! That makes an actress?" the man shouted again.

"Go on, Kathy. Read," Pete urged quietly.

Kathy dropped her hand and swallowed hard, trying to fight the feeling of panic that was making her stomach rumble and quiver with butterflies. This was her first big chance get out of the house and into the theatre.

"Okay, angel tits. Let's go," the producer shouted out from the darkened room.

"Oh Sheba, do you…" Kathy started.

"Goddamn it! Where's the dog? This is the big return scene for that fuckin' dog. If she's gonna read, I want to see her with that animal," the producer hollered.

Kathy closed her eyes and fought back the urge to scream. She'd never dreamed that getting a part in the Pasadena Civic Theatre would be this traumatic. The way everyone was acting, she thought she was auditioning for a Broadway theatre in New York. But all this was the game they were playing, she had to go along with the rules or go home.

Back to the vacuum cleaner! Ugh! She thought as she watched the prop man run frantically round the wings looking for her co-star. Kathy married Joe when she was twenty and really had no complaints about him. She'd been a virgin when she married him, not really knowing what went on in the sack. Joe changed all of that quickly, and turned Kathy into a star pupil of fucking. Kathy experimented with him willingly – not only because she loved him, but because she realized she had a hot cunt that needed banging regularly.

"Get that damned dog! I haven't got all day!" the producer screeched.

Kathy sighed as she remembered how the frustration slowly began to set in on her. Joe had his career. He was a manager and instructor at a women's gym in Beverly Hills. Kathy had been there a few times and felt her jealousy burning at full tilt when she saw the way the women looked at Joe. She watched their eyes glaze over with lust, as they stared at his powerful crotch. Kathy knew that her husband had a powerful animal magnetism that made nipples stiffen, tits swell, and cunts fire up and juice uncontrollably. That was one of the first things that attracted her to him. But did he have to parade it around at his job? Kathy sighed again as she thought of how some women practically got down on their backs and hunched up their knees whenever Joe walked by. He was tall, dark complected, and had long, curly thick black hair that hung slightly over his ears. His blue eyes sparkled with excitement, glowing almost continually with sexual lust from under his thick black lashes and bushy brows.

Kathy didn't know if Joe fooled around or not. He was home with her every night. But there were those secluded little sauna parties at the gym. If he did fuck other women, it certainly wasn't because Kathy was some ugly frump with purple stretch marks and bad breath. Kathy was twenty-five now and had long, straight blonde hair that flowed down to her waist. Her eyes were as blue as Joe's and gleamed with the same kind of lust his did. But her most noticeable asset was her boobs. They were firm with deep red nipples that always seemed to be twitching and stiff with sexual excitement. She always felt her clit twinge with rushing blood as men on the street stared at her bouncing tits. She'd had her chances to hop in the hay, but fought back the inviting urge that gripped her cunt continually, waiting for Joe to come home from the gym.

For the first few years of their marriage, fucking and sucking was enough for Kathy. But lately she'd begun to get restless. Neither she nor Joe wanted children yet. But Kathy was tired of just sitting at home, finger-fucking herself until Joe decided to come home and finish the job with his hot, meaty nine-inch prick. Kathy began to realize that there was more than just warming up her cunt and plowing her husband juicy cock.

At first she thought she'd take on a lover or start going out like other housewives she'd known who had the same killing desperation that was starting to creep over her. Joe, however, suggested the Pasadena Civic Theatre. He'd been watching her way turn in on herself for knew that Kathy had done a little acting when she was in high school junior school. One of his customers was the wife of the president of the Theatre Association of Pasadena. It wasn't too hard to get an audition for play.

"We've got the dog," Kathy heard the prop man out from behind the setting. It snapped her out of her daydreaming and she concentrated on her art once more. Come Back Little Sheba. Big theatre it wasn't, but Kathy wasn't about to argue the point.

"Hey. That's a Great Dane!" the producer wailed. "This is supposed to be about some fuckin' sheep dog!"

"Sorry, Mr. Decker, but he's all we could round up for right now," the prop man apologized, dragging the frightened big, brown dog onto the stage.

"Okay, okay. Come on, honey. Let's get going with your lines. Just pretend he's the sheep dog," the producer groaned.

Kathy turned to her right and stared almost directly into the brown eyes the Dane. He panted heavily in nervous excitement. She didn't know what was happening to her. But something about this animal that was beginning to slowly turn her on. Kathy didn't know why, but she sensed that the animal was sexually aroused. She glanced down between the dog's hind legs and saw his prick was still sheathed. Then she looked back into the dog's eyes. It was the same kind of look Joe gave her just before he'd jump on her body.

"Okay, okay, let's get going!"

Kathy swallowed hard again, then got down on her knees and started reading her lines, reaching up and stroking the big dog's head as she spoke. She tried to get back into her part, but it was impossible. The sensation of the Dane's warm, short stiff hair against her slender fingers was making her nipples hard and stiff. Her panty-crotch was damp and her knees were beginning to tremble in excitement. Kathy couldn't believe that the dog was making her pussy steam up like that. She'd heard of women getting fucked by dogs and donkeys, and had always thought that they were a little sick. But here she was, on center stage, stroking a Great Dane and juicing like a teenage sexpot.

"Shit! What the fuck's going on?" she heard the producer scream out from the auditorium. Kathy kept reciting her lines as she heard some murmuring start up behind her.

"Kathy, stop petting the dog!" Pete whispered from the left wing.

Kathy flashed him a quick glance and saw that he was pointing at the Dane's cock. She looked down, and saw that the dog's prick was fully out of its sheath now, red and glistening red twitching angrily in the air. She felt her face flush with embarrassment and excitement as she tried to continue with her reading.

Suddenly the Dane lurched forward slightly, pushing her down onto the stage.

"Get him off her! He's gone crazy," Pete screamed out from the wings.

"NO!" Kathy shrieked as her legs flew up in the air. She closed her eyes and clenched her fists, beating at the dog's hunching chest as the stagehands ran out from the wings and tried to pull the Dane off her.

"Christ! What kind of dog did you get?" the producer shouted as Kathy felt the pointed tip of the Dane's prick bang against her soaked panty-crotch. She struggled under the animal, but felt her pussy tremble, quiver and contract with excitement every time the dog's cock-head slammed against her puffy cunt-lips.