Robert Desmond - House of Evil

"I think you dropped something," Dolores ventured in a soft, amused voice as she stood completely naked at Newton's side, her extended hand holding out the package of special tobacco that he had let slip from his grasp during his excitement.

"Huh… what?" Newton mumbled absently, then turning with a sudden twist of his aroused body toward the sound of her sultry voice. "W-what are you doing here…? Why-why are you n-naked?"

She tossed her mane of blonde hair, averting her face from his gaze as a smile of amusement played over her mouth at the sight of the hand some youth's puzzled expression. She knew she had to be careful not to make him suspicious more than he already seemed to be, that she had to use wilely tactics to prevent him from knowing how he had been duped into witnessing the arranged exhibition taking place within the study. The voluptuous older woman had waited until she thought the time was right, had stood behind him in the hallway as she watched the young husband peer in at the sight of his beautiful wife being fucked out of her mind by Braun's enormous German Shepherd. When Dolores had decided a moment ago that the spectacle had taken its toll on the brown-haired husband's senses, she had finished undressing and moved in for the kill.

"I was taking a nap, Newton," she explained confidently, "in the master bedroom… and I heard a noise coming from here."

"But… you're naked," he reminded, turning his eyes away in an appropriate gesture of modesty.

"Of course I'm naked… I always undress for afternoon naps," Dolores explained unsmilingly, a matter-of-fact tone of voice making her explanation sound all the more logical and innocent. "I didn't expect to find you out here in our hallway… watching your wife doing what she's doing in there."

The stunning, shapely blonde moved forward a step to place her hand on the distressed husband's forearm in a show of sympathetic affection and condolence when she saw his forehead wrinkle in confusion and jealous anger. God, he was handsome, she thought, her blue eyes glued to the sight of his suntanned brow and the smoothness of clean-shaven face.

"Well, I sure didn't expect this either," he swore with a quick wave of his free hand in a movement of utter sincerity, his cheeks blushing with color and his eyes widening in a show of dazed wonderment.

"Not so loud, darling, or you'll let them know we're here," Dolores cautioned.

"So what if they do see us!" Newton blustered, drawing back indignantly.

"But what if they see that?" she said significantly, nodding her head toward the spreading stain of wetness at the peak of cloth where his penis jutted out in erection under his trousers. It was all she could do to keep from betraying herself with a giggle. She fought to restrain herself, choking off the impulse as she struggled tenaciously to maintain a balance between her feelings of amusement and rising desire. After a moment, she regained her composure and dropped her eyes to spare him the hint of a grin on her face.

Obviously, Newton could not answer her question and turned wordlessly away to watch the painfully stimulating sight of his wife's crazed, surrendering body as she moaned and thrashed under the massive body of the sex-maddened dog.

Dolores felt her own senses succumbing to the lewd urges now flooding through her too-long denied body and moved closer to the warmth of Newton's alerted maleness, her full right breast pushing nakedly against the solid muscles of his chest. She did not dare to reveal her true intentions yet, to be too aggressive, and contented herself for the moment by snaking her closest arm as inconspicuously as she could around his trim waist, her hand dangling loosely over his lean hip as she pressed herself softly against him. She could sense the great effort he was making to remain aloof and felt a brief pang of real sympathy toward his confusion, perhaps as a result of her own lust-provoked unsteadiness.

She was a whore, an evil madwoman! Nadalee ranted at herself, even though she relished every pile-driving stroke of Buck's cock up into her stomach, pushing her delicate inner organs higher and higher until she was positive they would break loose and spill forth from between her parted lips. The huge dark-haired German Shepherd was fucking into her willing young pussy so furiously that her very soul was being ripped loose – he was pushing it out of her ravenously blooming body more and more with every punishing stroke. Oh shit, fuck my cunt, fuck me, fuck me, you big bastard…! Fuck your hard cock up my pussy, all the way up to my tits! the sweet-faced young wife screamed to herself, slamming her smooth satiny buttocks upward against the dog's hairy groin with all her strength.

She was begging the growling brute to fill her, to ravish her, to use her like a rutting bitch… She was begging to be subjugated and defiled, for the primitive canine to shoot his hot sperm into her, to bloat her sleek flat tummy with his animal cum and leave her bulging with the shame she knew she deserved. She was insane, a lust-wild demon who cared about nothing but the hard scarlet length of cock pistoning in and out of her stretched wet pussy! The succulent eighteen year-old girl was completely crazy and breathlessly excited in her humiliation at being fucked by this panting beast in front of her tiny audience, her mind dimly aware that the lewd writhings and churnings of her rounded upthrust buttocks caused the two men standing over her to lust for her more than ever.

The immense dog's long, panting tongue slithered in and out of his open mouth as he drove his surging prick relentlessly between Nadalee's wide-split legs, buffeting her without pity and driving her hard against the sweat-greased leather of the couch until her flailing head almost banged against the wall behind her.

Newton's jealousy and prideful anger over his beautiful wife's shameful display of animal lust had changed moment by moment, slowly, without his awareness, until his sexual excitement had reached such a high pitch that his uncircumcised penis had reached its full throbbing hardness and strained outward now against the semen-soaked fabric of his work trousers. He was unaware that Dolores was standing behind him now, her voluptuous naked body pressing tightly against his sweaty back as the fingers of her right hand made tiny teasing circles in his bristly pubic hair… He had not noticed when her soft white hand had crept up carefully under his shirt from his hip, her fingers working gently and cautiously under the stitched hem and then around to brush feather-like over his navel. The tall young man had stiffened for only an instant at the bold touch of the older woman's fingertips crawling lightly over the taut flesh of his lower abdomen. Newton's full concentration was focused on the obscene, perverted coupling on the couch with such intensity that nothing else in the world existed for him at the moment. He little realized that the almost unbearable ache in his testicles was partly caused by the passionate blonde's anxiously exploring fingers.

Hoping to make it seem that she was merely shifting position, Dolores raised his shirttail just high enough on his back so that she could press her erect bud-like nipples against his damp naked skin. She snuggled in closer to him and began a slight grinding movement of her blood-engorged pelvis against his backside, pressuring forward more demandingly as she dropped her hand lower inside his trouser crotch to skim her sharp fingernails over the hot throbbing flesh at the head of his penis. He groaned automatically and drew back his hips tightly against her stomach to jerk forward then in search of the tantalizing caress of her hand. The shapely blonde woman sensed his sudden need and victoriously encircled his long thick cock with her fingers, squeezing and releasing its pulsing girth until he groaned with pleasure.