Bob Wallace - Filmed with dogs

"AGHHHH!" she screeched, clawing the rug with her fingers and rocking her ass back and forth, impaled on the dog's prick. As he continued to ram her into oblivion, she battled him, forcing herself back up on the palms of her hands, her arms stiff and straight, holding her weight. Her pussy felt like raw meat. The room was spinning. Everything turned fuzzy.

"AAAAAYIEEEEE!" she screamed, her voice trailing off. She surrendered to the soft cloud of unconsciousness and blacked out. She tumbled to the floor, the sudden drop deprived the beast of her wet cunt.

Khan barked, the last drops of his cum spitting from his pointed cock tip.

Charlotte trembled as she lay on the rug, her battered body completely satisfied. She was fucked out, exhausted, but happy. Whimpering cries came from her open mouth as she slowly came out of the grey numbing world she had drifted into. She rolled and sat up, propping herself against a chair.

She looked first at the dog licking himself, then at Craig smiling, and then at Felicia, who was also smiling. "I hope you all enjoyed the show."

"Immensely!" Craig said, rubbing his limp cock. "It almost makes me want to fuck you again."

"Oh, no," Charlotte moaned, clamping her legs together. "No more fucking for me until I shower and have a nice cozy nap. I'm beat."

"What about me?" Felicia purred. "You could at least let me lick you clean."

Charlotte staggered to her feet. "See your brother. Have fun with him. I'm going up to shower, then sleep."

On achy legs, she staggered upstairs, a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach. A few minutes later, she stood under the steady raining spray of the shower, thinking about how much she had changed in such a short time and how much George would like it.

George relaxed in the soft club chair, his eyes glued to the large television screen. His prick ached painfully. "Jesus Christ, Felicia," he moaned as the film ended. "You wouldn't believe she was the same person I married."

"She has changed, hasn't she." Felicia laughed, a low sensuous laugh. "You really knew it was all buried right below the surface. I sensed it myself the first time I saw her standing at the door."

"The few times she let herself go in bed told me," George said. He sighed deeply. "I don't know how to thank you."

"You don't have to thank me at all. It was a ball. Christ, she's an animal once she gets started."

"Just like you, huh?" George said, leering at Felicia and remembering the times he had been lucky enough to make it with her.

"You certainly know how to pick them."

George leaned over anxiously on the edge of his chair. "Well, I've seen the movies, when do I get to see Lotty?"

"You're drooling, George." Felicia stood up, her silky robe clinging to every delicious curve of her long statuesque body. She walked like a cat toward the door, every move a study in sexuality. Khan's sleek body moved in sync with his mistress'.

She stopped at his chair, a long nail caressing down his cheek. "Maybe the two of you will stop by some evening for a visit. Craig and I can use a change once in a while."

A tremor seized him. "After Lotty and I have a chance to enjoy our new life together, I'll mention it to her." He slapped the blonde playfully on the ass. "Now bring me my wife or I'll tear the place down searching for her."

Felicia smiled mischievously and went over to the door and opened it. "Come on in, Lotty. George is straining at the reins."

Charlotte came into the room wearing the same tight-fitting jeans and sweater she had worn a week earlier when she had first come to the house. The only noticeable difference was in her face and the way she moved her petite body. There was an aura of sexuality about her, her face radiated it and she moved with a catlike assurance, unlike the stiff way she used to walk. Liquid sex was the only thing George could think of as his wife came towards him.

Charlotte smiled. "I should be mad at you," she purred, ruffling his dark wavy hair and perching her ass on the arm of the big chair, her hip bumping into George's arm. "I'm not mad though. But when I first found out, killing you went through my mind." She laughed, not a stiff laugh, but an open and honest one. She plopped over into his lap, kissing him full on the mouth, her tongue plunging into his surprised wetness.

"Unnnnnn," he moaned, devouring her tongue, the fire in his balls raging out of control. He mauled her arms and shoulders, groping for her tits.

"I'll leave you two alone," Felicia said, a satisfied smile on her full, glistening lips.

Charlotte nodded to Felicia, sucking on George's tongue and waving her hand with an air of casualness. "Ooooo, George," she mewed, rubbing her soft denim-clad ass against his prick. "Your cock is hard as a rock."

"From watching all those movies of you," he groaned, his hands pawing her tits through her sweater as she squirmed on his lap. "It drove me crazy, watching you."

"I'm glad," she murmured, feeling his hard-on throbbing against her soft-rounded ass. "I'll bet Felicia turns you on too, huh?" She reached down and wiggled her fingers under her ass, jabbing his cock.

"She's sexy as hell," he groaned.

Charlotte purred, "Am I sexy?"

"Christ, yeah," he moaned. He buried his face in her neck, chewing on the warm flesh. "Sexiest bitch in the world."

"Mmmmmmmm, I'm glad you think so," Charlotte sighed. Already the fire in her pussy was spreading. "Did you like seeing me with Khan?"

"Unnnnn, yeaaaaah," he moaned heatedly. The scent of her sweet-smelling perfume attacked his senses. "I almost creamed myself." He cupped a bare tit underneath her sweater and squeezed the few meat.

"Oooooo, George." She pressed his hand harder against her tit. "How about the films of Felicia and me?" She was swirling in a cloud of passion. "Did you like them?"

"Shit, baby," he growled. He lifted her sweater, baring her firm creamy tits. "It drove me out of my fuckin' skull!"

She stood up, swaying on her feet in front of her husband.

He leered at her heaving tits, the sweater up around her neck. "Let's get out of here and go home," he groaned. "I gotta fuck you."

"Why not here?" she asked, licking her lips. She flipped her sweater up over her head and rubbed her tits openly, brazenly, a thing she had never done for George before. "I'm so hot, my sexy husband."

He stared at her, absorbing the change in her. She was completely at ease, the hot sexy bundle he always knew she could be. A lewd grin passed over his strong-featured face. "Why not?" he said.

"I'm glad." Her fingers worked the zipper of her jeans. She peeled them down and George watched them drop to her ankles. She stepped carefully out of her jeans, completely naked, her petite body perfectly shaped, her reddish patch of pussy hair neatly trimmed. "You surprised?"

"It's hard to imagine you like this. You always acted so prudish, so shy." He forced back a lump in his throat.

"I've always been like this, George." Her body swayed. "I think you always knew it. I guess I was too backward to admit it. But not anymore." She parted her cuntlips for him, the red oozing gash visible to George's hungry stare.

"It's marvelous losing all my damn hangups," Charlotte added, feeling wonderful. She stepped to the side of his chair. "Finger me, honey, my pussy's soaked."

George gouged his fingers through her moist cuntlips, the juices flowing over his imbedded fingers. He felt the tugging muscles inside her tight pussyhole.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Charlotte humped her husband's fingers with frantic jerking motions of her hips. "George, ohhhhhh!" She rode his digging fingers, rotating her trim hips in tight quick circles. "Ooooooo…"

Pulling away, she stood in front of him again. Her face was flushed. She snapped her fingers.