Carlotta Graham - The lap dog

Staggering to her feet, the raggedly breathing brunette started towards the sliding glass doors just a few yards away, not even trying to cover her nakedly swaying breasts as she came above fence level.

"Come on Hans," she called needlessly. Hans would have followed her through a pack of cats. For a moment, the lovely half-naked woman stood in the middle of the living room, not knowing quite what to do. There was a large fur rug at one end of the room, and, after a moment's hesitation, Sylvia headed for it.

Standing right in the middle of the thick white fur, the still-trembling brunette once again hooked her thumbs in the elasticized waistband of her bikini bottoms and pulled down, all the way down to her ankles, bending over gracefully as she did so. With one kick the bikini flew across the room and Sylvia stood up, completely naked, her lovely sleek body a seamless curve, its perfection highlighted by the twin rosy peaks that capped her breasts and the rich dark curls that punctuated her smoothly swelling hips. Brown was her color, from the rich cream of her skin to the lustrous thick cloud of hair that spilled down over her slender shoulders, making a perfect frame for her dark beckoning eyes.

"Come here Hans," she said again, her voice husky. She stood waiting as the big dog came nearer, then, slowly sinking to her knees on the white fur rug, the lovely naked woman took the dog's massive head in her hands. He licked her face for a moment, then once again darted his tongue out to her firm-pointed breasts, but Sylvia pushed him away for a moment and lay down full length on the rug, her lovely coloring warming the fleecy white fur. Drawing up her legs so that her knees were slightly bent, Sylvia let her thighs fall wantonly open, baring the passion-drenched slit nestled high up between her long graceful legs. Reaching down, the excited woman slowly pulled apart her pussy lips with her fingers, exposing the glistening pink flesh within.

"Lick it, Hans," she begged. "Lick my pussy like you licked my breasts."

Would he do it? she wondered. Would he thrust his powerful tongue up into her hot cunt the way he had let it lash into her breasts? Hardly daring to breathe, the panting woman watched that big head move closer to her defenselessly naked genitals. For a long moment, Hans just stared at the hot moist feast spread out below, then his nose thrust forward inquisitively, sliding up the tender flesh of Sylvia's inner thigh.

"Oh!" she gasped out from the sudden shock of that cold dampness against her naked flesh. She gritted her teeth to keep from crying out in tortured frustration as the nose swept lightly over her pussy hair, barely touching the needing cunt lips below. Oh, God, she thought to herself, she needed more, much more if she were not going to go completely out of her mind. Then suddenly without warning Hans' tongue shot out to dart lizard-like in between her waiting pussy-flesh, splaying out wetly over her soft pubic mound, digging insistently between the desire-swollen outer lips to trail a line of fiery bliss into the moist inner pinkness.

"Aaaaahhhhhhh," Sylvia half sobbed, her lovely body spasming into an arched curve as the first wild shock of that invading tongue rocketed through her waiting body. "Aaaahhhhh… aaaaahhhhhh," she continued to moan as time and time again that mighty tongue licked out, sliding wetly the full length of her palpitating little pussy slit, starting at her tiny anus puckered below, and trailing up over her clenched vaginal opening to finally end with a nerve-shattering swipe over her erect and painfully-throbbing clitoral bud. Again and again Hans licked at her glistening wet nakedness, driving the sex-maddened woman to heights of passion she had never known before.

"Aaaahhhh… God… why haven't I ever done this before?" Sylvia moaned. "If I'd only known… only known." Her softly flexing thighs spread mindlessly apart to open her burning cunt wider to the slavering animal, but that was not enough. Drawing up her knees so that they pressed tightly against her breasts, the young widow rolled herself into a quivering ball of primordial lust. At the same time she reached desperately down and taking Hans' head, pulled it hard against her screaming convulsing loins, wanting his tongue to plunge deep, deep up inside her burning pussy.

But her new position had also spread wide her ass-cheeks, and the fascinated Hans was presented with a new target: Sylvia's tightly pursed little anus. Licking lower, the big animal began to torture the rubbery opening, even managing once to dig his tongue slightly inside. His helpless victim went nearly insane with this obscene new assault, her whole body jerking and lunging on the rug while choking gasps of sexual need bubbled up from deep in her chest. Bit by bit her delirious ravings fell into a rhythmic chant, keeping time to the dog's depraved lickings up between her wide-split crack.

"Oooooh, ooooohhhhhh, ooooohhhhhh," she moaned. "Keep licking… licking… it feels so good… make me cum, going to cum… oh, faster, harder."

Eagerly the big dog licked into the aromatic feast below, his senses filled with the rich taste and smell and sight of this nakedly aroused human. Little by little a fierce burning was growing in the animal's own loins, brought to life by the writhing woman who begged and pleaded under him, half-buried in the sensuous silkiness of the white fur rug. Harder and harder the big animal stroked his tongue into the sex-slippery cunt so shamelessly offered up to him, at the same time growing ever more excited himself.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes… that'll do it… that'll make Momma cum. Keep it up. Just another second or two…" The dark-haired beauty was moaning and twisting in completely abandoned lust, feeling a wild pressure building, building far up inside her belly, stroked into life by Hans' lust-firing tongue. Fifteen years of orgasms, ever since she had first entered puberty, her whole lifetime of sexual experience told her she was about to cum, was about to cum like she had never cum before. Powerful spasms began to seize her helpless body and she was letting herself go with it when – suddenly to her horror she felt Hans' head wrenched from her grasp and her quaking cuntal flesh knew a terrible absence.

The shocked young woman raised her head questioningly to see what had robbed her of her orgasm. "W-What's the matter, Hans?" she asked pleadingly. The big animal was backing slowly away from her, a confused look on his face. "Come on," Sylvia begged, "come on back and do it to Momma. Please, baby, just a little more, just a little more and I'll cum…"

And then she saw it – his cock! As the young widow stared wide-eyed at the furry belly of the big German shepherd, she saw his huge penis slowly emerging from its hairy protective sheath, long and scarlet, needle-pointed and menacing. Longer and thicker it grew as the dog's excitement increased, until finally it stood out huge and rigid, a drop of viscous seminal fluid gleaming jewel-like at the very tip, a glistening promise of the animal's potency.

"My God!" Sylvia breathed to herself. She'd seen a lot of cocks in her life, but never anything to match this. It was so damn big! Sylvia found herself wondering if a woman could take a thing like that inside her without being split apart. But the most fascinating thing about the mighty organ bared to her gaze was its obscene scarlet coloring, growing out of the dog's pale-furred belly like the stalk of some lewd plant. And that cock was meant for her: she knew it, Hans had become aroused while licking her pussy and now it looked as if he wanted to use that huge weapon on her!

This was much more than the adventurous brunette had bargained for. Sure, she thought to herself, it was a daring new experiment to let the handsome brute lick her cunt, but now this! No, it was just too totally depraved! But at the same time, Sylvia's aroused pussy was clamoring for more attention, something to push her over the edge into her orgasm. "Hans, baby," she whimpered, her mind in a turmoil. God, what a beautiful cock. "How would it feel driving hard up inside her belly?" she wondered. Wider and wider the young widow's eyes grew as she stared at that mighty obscene shaft dangling and dripping just a few feet away from her, crazy images beginning to flicker through her mind of that hairy body possessing hers, locked to her in totally depraved embrace. Just then the German shepherd whimpered pleadingly, and that did it. Hans wanted her – his need was as great as hers!