Robert Vickers - Beast girl

Laura felt guilty over losing her desire for him. She needed another drink, but was ashamed to order it.

"How come you're not at work today? Goofing off?" asked Bet casually.

Laura quickly decided not to tell Bet about her job troubles.

She thinks I'm bad enough.

"No, I wasn't feeling very well today."

"I noticed that your place is a mess. I'll come back with you and help clean up a bit."

Big sister is in action again.

Laura glowed happily over Bet's concern. "No. I don't want to spoil our day with housecleaning. I'll do it, I promise."

Bet stared at Laura, trying to unravel the mystery of why she looked so ill. The break-up of a love affair shouldn't change someone's appearance that drastically.

"How much weight have you lost?" Bet probed.

"I don't know. I haven't weighed myself."

Bet excused herself to make a phone call. While she was gone, Laura ran to the bar and swallowed down a quick shot of bourbon. Then Bet returned.

"My hair's sort of a mess," Laura apologized.

"Yes, it is. You've really let yourself go. You've got to snap out of it, honey."

"I will. I'll make an appointment to have it done."

"Speaking of appointments, my doctor is squeezing you in this afternoon. So, let's go now."

On the way they chattered gaily, avoiding all controversial subjects. Laura needed a drink, but she said nothing about it.

"I'll have to get a little purse flask for emergencies.

The doctor prescribed multiple vitamins, iron and a balanced diet. He smelled liquor on Laura's breath, but he had no knowledge of her drinking problem. However, her run-down condition made him suspicious.

"Are you drinking steadily, dear? I won't tell anyone," he said gently.

"Yes."

He wrote out a phone number and gave it to her. "If you can't handle it, call this number. These people have a great group there that can help you."

Laura's face flamed with shame. "It's just some temporary drinking because I've been nervous and unhappy over a personal problem. I'm all right. She clutched her prescriptions and left quickly.

Am I really an alcoholic? A sex moron and an alcoholic.

Laura joined Bet. "Thanks for taking such good care of me, Bet." They stopped off for the prescription on the way home.

"Would you like to borrow my cleaning lady tomorrow?" asked Bet.

"No. No. I'll manage fine." She was eager now for Bet to leave, so that she could have a drink.

Bet kissed her and left. Laura sighed with relief and drank two stiff shots. She lay down on the couch, exhausted from the strain of the reunion.

I'll have to take all of my vitamins and iron. I'll do it later.

The dream of Bert returned to Laura, and she indulged in it. It always stimulated her enough so that she could fuck with Lance. Sometimes she sucked on Lance's prick and tried to pretend that it was Bert's. It never really worked, but he was all she had.

Her cunt ached with frustration. Laura called the giant dog to her and waited for him to come and lick her arm. He came eagerly, enjoying the attention. Laura decided to lie on the rug, so she could move more freely.

She stripped off her clothing, and while the dog began to excitedly lick her tits, she looked down at her thin body.

I'm just a bunch of bones now. Thank goodness, my breasts are still big. Oh, what's the difference? Lance doesn't care.

The animal lapped at her nipples.

She waited wearily for the familiar thrill as he sucked and chewed. It seemed to take longer and longer each time. Laura shut her eyes and tried to think about Bert's cock and how it felt when Bert sucked on her boobs. The dog's panting noises distracted her.

His musky odor still excited Laura, and she loved the animal dearly. But things just weren't the same when they fucked now.

What a pity.

The stimulation of the sucking at her tit was beginning to work. Her nipple tingled and she ached even more in her cunt.

I want Bert.

She wept as she kneeled and opened her legs wide.

She bent her head down and lifted her butt in the air. The dog moved to her cunt quickly, and he was panting breathlessly in his lust. Lance tried to mount her, but she moved his paws down and guided his head to her hole. She felt his tongue there.

"Lick me, darling. Lick me there."

He licked, lapping up her cunt juice hungrily. Lance made little growling noises. Then, when he tried to mount her again, Laura pushed him away and moved him down on his back so that she could get at his cock and balls.

The red swollen prick was ready. It stood up proudly from the hair. Laura was beginning to feel a little aroused. She shut her eyes, thought about Bert's cock, and began to lick and suck the large prick.

The excited dog began to fuck her mouth.

He's ready. Oh God! This is good! Oh! Oh!

Laura cramped and convulsed with a small orgasm. She wept with relief, grateful that she had made it. It didn't always happen. Sometimes there was nothing. A strong odor filled her nostrils.

Oh, my God! He's coming!

The dog stiffened and let go, his warm jizz erupting in her waiting mouth. She drank it down greedily and licked for more. "Mmmmmmm. Oh, it tastes so good!"

While she licked, the diminishing cock was pulled from her mouth, and the grunting dog ran off to rest.

Laura sighed and put two fingers up her snatch, groping and rubbing, trying to come again. The sticky hole was full of warm goo, and although she rubbed her legs together and thought of Bert, she couldn't make it again. Her cunt still ached, and she thrashed from side to side, pushing the unsuccessful fingers higher and higher up her hole, with no results.

Aching and disappointed, Laura lay on the rug, trying to relax with a drink. The telephone rang.

"This is John Anderson, Miss Bellini." That disapproving voice identified him. She didn't need his name.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Anderson." She waited for the trouble.

"I'm afraid that I'll have to get a permanent substitute to finish out this month for you, Miss Bellini. There's no use in going on like this."

"Oh, please, Mr. Anderson. Give me one more chance. My doctor was very encouraging today. I just came from his office."

He didn't believe her. "Well, I'm glad to hear that. But we really are not being fair to your pupils, my dear."

"Please. Give me another chance," she wept. It was really happening to her. Laura didn't dare ask him about the contract for next year that she hadn't received.

"Okay, if you'll be here tomorrow for sure."

"I promise. And every day after that, if I have to crawl there."

"Okay," he sighed and hung up.

Laura panicked. A drink in her hand, she phoned the hairdresser and got an immediate appointment.

Her hair done and looking a bit better, Laura stopped in for a hamburger on her way home.

I have to straighten out. I'm going to be fired!

As Laura set her alarm for a very early time, she resolved to clean up her classroom, put work on the board and get back on the ball.

She had only one drink before she went to bed. Then she tossed and turned for hours, and her pussy dripped and yearned for Bert.

Little Boys It was good to be back in the classroom again, and to have her mind on her work. Laura was almost proud of herself as the children filed in and greeted her. The room had been a shambles when she had walked in earlier. Now it was fresh and neat, and an interesting lesson was ready for the children on the board. She tried to forget the fact that the room's neglect was her own fault.

As the children took their seats, Laura had an acute sense of loss at seeing them.

Is this what I've given up? A lifetime career gone.

She knew she wouldn't be hired again for next year, no matter how good her attendance would be until the end of the school year. She would have gladly given up the job permanently to get Bert back. Laura signed.