David Crane: The wife_s doggy position

"Sure, darling."

"You sounded sort of funny," said Jake. Molly wondered if a girl's voice changed after she'd had a mouthful of dog prick. Had her vocal cords somehow been transformed by the cum that had washed her throat?

"Oh, I'm fine," she said.

"Listen, Molly… I'm going to be late tonight," Jake said. "I called to let you know."

Oh, no, Molly thought. Not tonight, of all nights! Not when she wanted his big, human prick so badly.

"I've got a few things to clear up at the office," he explained. "Don't plan on me eating dinner. I'll grab a sandwich."

"Oh, must you, darling?" she asked, dismayed.

Jake sounded surprised. He often worked late – at least, that's what he told his wife – and she had never protested before. He said: "Well, yeah… I really should, honey."

"Well, if you have to," she said sadly.

"Is anything wrong?" he asked, sounding a bit suspicious.

"No, I just miss you," she said.

I miss your prick, she thought. I want you to fuck the ass off me, and I want to blow you and I… well, no, maybe I don't want you to suck my cunt today, just in case you might wonder why it's so full of dog jism. She almost giggled. "I'll see you later, then, okay?" said Jake.

"I'll be waiting, darling," said Molly.

She hung up the phone.

The dogs were watching her.

Now she had hours to kill.

How could a horny girl resist when it was such a pleasant way to pass the time?

Molly alternated between the two willing brutes, nursing on each cock in turn until she had sucked them both up nice and stiff again. She wasn't going to let either of them have her cunt, however. She had slipped up with the boxer, but it had been more of an accident than any intention. He had sneaked up on her when she wasn't looking, and it was more as if she had been raped against her will than that she had complied… or so she told herself.

No, she would save her cunt for her husband now.

By the time he finally got home, it would be a smoldering inferno, and she would enjoy him all the more.

But since she had to wait and had all that time to kill, she had decided to blow the dogs again. She was in no hurry at all. The longer it lasted, the less time she would have to wait, cockless, for Jake to fetch his big fucker home.

In order to prolong the oral sex, she kept switching back and forth from dog to dog.

She sucked the boxer until he showed signs of coming, then shifted to the black Doberman and mouthed his prick while the boxer's cock cooled down a bit.

At first, the dogs didn't understand and protested loudly, yelping and growling, when Molly left them unfinished. But they were clever dogs learning new tricks and, soon enough, they realized that their pricks had not been forsaken, that the delay was only temporary and, soon enough, that hot mouth would be on them once more.

Still, she eventually had to milk them.

Both cocks were dripping again, and the taste was driving her wild.

Molly decided that she preferred to get fucked in the mouth to giving a blowjob, and she hauled a cushion off the couch. As she stretched out on the floor, her head and neck were supported on the cushion so that her mouth was positioned like a cunt.

Straddling her, the Doberman pushed his big prick out into her flushed face. She kissed his cocktip, then slurped it in, and the brute started humping her immediately. She knew there would be hairs stuck between her teeth, for he was burying his furry prickshaft as well as his slippery knob, shoving his meat right down her throat. Her throat muscles opened, and she took him willing in to the roots, deep-throating the brute eagerly. The boxer was standing beside her, and she played with his prick, stroking it slowly, not trying to bring him off, but just keeping him smoking-hot until it was his turn to fuck her face.

The Doberman's cockhead lodged in her throat, and she gagged. Then it whipped out again, and she sucked lovingly as it pulled through the tight collar of her pursed lips, her tongue wildly licking and bathing the fiery underside. Jism was coming out in little spurts as he plunged in, then trickling out as he withdrew.

She waited for it eagerly.

When the Doberman shot his wad, he spilled it on the in-stroke, with his prick buried in her throat.

It was something of a disappointment.

Molly felt the hot cum splash in her throat, but it was beyond her mouth and past her tastebuds, and she missed out on the pleasure of the succulent flavor. The blonde had to content herself with the slimy texture as it ran down her throat, and the psychological thrill of knowing that a dog had creamed in her mouth again.

Then the boxer took over.

He fucked her mouth with energy and vigor but, to her delight, he came as he was pulling out. The precious cum skidded over her tongue and through her cheeks, and she was able to enjoy the savory taste before she swallowed the load.

Molly milked his prick to the bone.

Now both dogs had come three times and, potent as they were, their pricks were drooping and starting to draw back up, retracting into their bodies. Their balls were drained.

And Molly's cunt was seething.

How long would she have to wait? What if Jake was hungry when he got home, and he waited to eat first? What if he needed a drink to relax after his long day at the office?

The blonde began to wish that she had not milked both dogs in her mouth, that one of them had a stiff prick for her cunt.

Then she had an idea!

Why not drive down and meet Jake at the office? It was after normal closing time now, and all the staff would have gone home. Jake would be there alone… and there was a couch in his reception room! Surely, he would be pleased to see her, and willing to take a break from his work long enough to throw a fuck into her! And she would enjoy it all the more for the change in scene.

Molly had never been fucked in Jake's office.

But Jake's secretary had…

Gloria Marks had worked for the company for some time, and Jake had inherited her as his secretary with his last promotion. She was a buxom redhead with tits that hung from her chest like twin cannonballs, fig shaped ass, and between them, and emphasizing them, a very tiny waist. Her dark, red hair was heavy and richly coiled in tresses like burnished bronze. Jake, like any normal man, had often looked at Gloria with admiration and perhaps an odd fleeting sexual fantasy, but he had never tried to approach or seduce her. Like his wife, Jake had been faithful.

Then he was promoted.

He got a new office, new responsibilities and, with them, he got the redheaded secretary.

For a few days nothing transpired.

Jake, who was a handsome guy, tall and lean and sandy haired, with a boyish smile, noticed that Gloria watched him speculatively from time to time, staring across her typewriter. When he caught her gaze, she continued to look contemplatively at him for a moment, before looking away.

He thought nothing of it.

As a secretary, she was highly efficient, and he figured he was lucky to have her.

He didn't realize just how lucky.

Then, one day, he had just finished some difficult paperwork and leaned back in his chair, stretching and shifting his stiff neck muscles. Gloria moved up behind him, placing her hands on either side of his neck, and she began to massage him.

"Ummmm, nice," he sighed.

"Yeah. Mr. Thomas used to like that, too," she said, referring to Jake's predecessor. Then, thoughtfully, she added: "I've been wondering if things were going to be the same with you as they always were with Mr. Thomas?"

"I don't quite understand," Jake said.

"Oh, you know… my duties…"

"You're very efficient, Miss Marks," he said.

"Yes, but… all of my duties?"