Janet McCoy: The wife_s new pet

"Ah, come on, Wanda. You're a prospectors' groupie, that's what you are. You love it here. As for me, I can't think of a better way to spend my hard-won gold than on a pretty girl."

The German Shepherd had followed Wanda over to the bed. She petted the big animal fondly as she smoked. Ignoring the man, she devoted her attention to the dog. "How are you today, big boy? Eh?"

"How can a guy expect to get any attention with a lover like Nugget around? I bet you missed him, didn't you, Wanda?"

"I already told you I did!" Wanda snapped at him. There were times when the old prospector really got on her nerves. If it weren't for his big dog, Wanda figured she wouldn't give him the time of day… even if he was the biggest tipper she had.

Rather than being offended, Jim was excited by the redhead's brusque reply. He liked a woman with spirit. That was why he kept coming back to Wanda, when there were at least twenty other women in town for hire. "Then, why don't you let me see how much you missed him, Wanda? Take off that robe you're wearing. It's not doing your modesty much good, anyway."

Her tits were already bobbling free of the material. Her large pink nipples stood out proudly from her pale aureolas. Wanda stubbed out her cigarette and pulled off her robe. She stood in front of the gawking prospector, allowing him to survey her heavy breasts, her trim waist, her lush womanly hips. She saw him staring at her thick red bush. Lewdly she ran her fingers down into her pussy-slit. "You like?"

Without taking his eyes off the beautiful woman, Jim groped his way to a rattan armchair. He sat down and waited for the show to begin. Wanda knew what he expected of her. They had done business many times before.

The woman forgot her animosity toward the older man. Excitement took the place of irritation as she realized Jim was waiting for her to entertain him. She enjoyed the titillation of being slave to men's sexual quirks, and Jim was one of the quirkiest she had ever come across. Not that she minded. Everything she did to turn him on, turned her on too.

Lowering herself to the floor, Wanda sat with her knees pulled up to her tits, her snatch wide open to the view of the watching man… and the dog. She felt a surge of lust as she watched their eyes assessing her shamelessly splayed slit with its generous fringe of red cunt-hair.

It was only moments before the dog responded to the tantalizing sight and smell of Wanda's pussy. He prodded his nose in between her thighs until the cold bulb made sharp contact with the sensitive tip of her clitoris.

"Oooooohhh," she crooned as she lay back down onto the rug. Her knees were still pulled up, but the excited woman wanted to just relax and enjoy. She closed her eyes and tilted her pussy up into the dog's face. "Thatta boy, Nugget! Fuck my pussy, baby! Make me feel good!"

The sight of the woman's aroused wantonness was already bringing the blood pounding to Jim's cock. He could feel it pulsing and growing inside his faded jeans. "Jeez! You sure like it, don't you, Wanda! You love that dog nose up your twat!"

He saw her reach down to hold her pussy-lips open, giving the dog easier access to her tremulous flesh. The animal did not have to be coaxed to make a meal of the luscious pink furrow in front of him. He licked greedily up over her tender lips. His attentions brought Wanda's clitoris to swollen perfection. It throbbed hotly, sending a taunting glow of pleasure throughout her naked loins. "Ooooohh! Yeah! Christ, my cunt feels good!"

With lewd little inciting motions, she ground her pussy up into the dog's face. She adjusted the position of her cunt to get maximum exposure to the rough-textured prodding of the dog's satisfying love-probe. Each time his tongue invaded a little ways up into her cunt-hole she groaned out a primitive shriek of pleasure. She ground her pussy up at him harder than ever. The longer he worked, the more the dog was bringing out the animal in the woman.

That was the thing the old man loved to see.

"That's the stuff, Nugget old buddy! Make her beg for it! Make her little twat burn for you!" As he spoke, Jim's hand massaged the growing bulge in his pants. In recent years, Jim had had trouble getting a hard-on. But watching the redhead abase herself in front of his dog got his prick up every time. Wanda's wantonness was like an elixir to Jim's fading libido.

For long minutes, the woman writhed on the rug under the dog's tireless tongue assault. His wet tongue snaked all the way up from her puckered asshole over her seeping cunt-opening all the way to the swollen tip of her clitoris. No matter where he struck, the redhead cried and moaned out her appreciation. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter. There was more and more juice for Nugget to lick up. Wanda was completely immersed in her own depravity. Nothing mattered to her right now but that tongue on her craving slit.

Fluttering tendrils of lust teased at every square inch of Wanda's squirming body. She was trembling all over, poised on the very brink of climax. With demented energy, she began to screw her pussy more wantonly down to explore the dog's tongue. She wanted that orgasm! She wanted it bad!

The man could see that the woman was on the verge of exploding into a volcano of erupting pleasure. But that wasn't what he wanted. Not yet. He wanted her to have to work a little harder for her thrills. "Come on over here, baby! Suck my prick! Then maybe Nugget can get his prick stuffed up into your greedy twat! Look at that dog-cock! It's hard as a branding iron!" Jim's hands shook as he fumbled inside his fly for his painfully throbbing prick.

It was all Wanda could do to respond to the man's orders. She was so far gone in her own pleasure world that she didn't want to leave. But the prospect of feeling the dog's prick up inside her cunt snapped her out of it. That, and the fact that she knew Jim was not above refusing to pay her if she didn't obey him.

Quivering with the intensity of her lust, Wanda made her way shakily on hands and knees over to the man's chair. Through excitement-dimmed eyes, she saw the swollen purplish shaft of Jim's cock. He held it firmly, pointing it at her. It stared at her shameless nakedness like a one-eyed monster. She stole one look over her shoulder at the dog. Nugget was watching her intently, his tongue hanging from his mouth, his long red cock-shaft hanging heavy from its furry sheath. That sight was all the encouragement she needed. The prize was all hard and ready for her.

Wanda had never fucked a dog before she met Jim, with his strange demands. She had been badly in need of the money at the time. On the theory that nothing done once could hurt her all that bad, she had let the animal plunge his big prick into her cunt. From that moment on, Wanda had been in love… in love with the hard relentless fucking of that steel-shafted dog-prick. She panted in wanton anticipation now as she called the dog over to mount her upturned buttocks. Then, with ardent determination, she turned back to the man's cock.

Squealing excitedly as she felt the furry paws grip her hips, Wanda opened her mouth wide and closed it over Jim's thick hard cock. She began to bob her mouth wide and closed it over Jim's thick hard cock. She began to bob her head up and down, administering moist slick pressure to his cock with her mouth. She could feel the dog's heavy prick banging against her thighs as he lunged forward again and again, looking for the alluring hole of her cunt. For a few moments, she forgot to breathe, so agonizing was the wait for the delicious filling moment of impalement.

The blood pulsed hotly through Jim's veins as he watched the excited dog struggling up behind the woman, trying to sink his red prick deep in her twat. Most titillating of all to the man was the butter-soft texture of her mouth as it worked back and forth along his cock, transmitting Wanda's arousal directly to Jim's prick. His prick lurched each time her lips gripped him more firmly… each time the dog came within millimeters of impaling the soft fleshy hole.