Robert Desmond - House of Evil

Dolores felt this hand reach back then to smooth her soft inner thigh with his calloused palm, his fingers tiptoeing higher like little mice to search in the moist crevice of her vaginal slit for the entrance up into her hungry belly. She moved her feet wider apart to grant him the access he wanted and flexed slightly forward to nibble at his roving fingers with the clenching lips of her voracious cunt, trying to trap him between the wet vibrating folds and suck them inside her.

"Yesss, there… but deeper, darling, deeper," the older woman instructed him, as she felt his middle finger bend and hook upward inside her, the tip worming into the soft walls of her moist pussy. The blonde wife gasped aloud and pushed forward against him, her entire torso convulsing with an answering response of luxurious sensuality that brought a deep moan of open approval from her wet parted lips. She clamped her oozing vaginal walls greedily around the finger, pulling slightly backward until she gave a short thrust forward to engulf it almost two inches past the second knuckle. She clenched her receptive cunt even tighter then, squeezing and flexing her well-trained muscles as her entire lower torso began to jerk and gyrate rapidly in a wild attempt to make the thrilling finger stab deeper up into her demanding hair-fringed opening. She could feel the juices seeping out of her to coat the palm of his hand with a sticky film of moisture.

Dolores had tilted the balance of power with the invincible force and weight of her fully matured lust and her tall, good-looking employee had no choice but to answer her challenge with every iota of male energy at his command. She wanted everything, every atom of his strength, and nothing less would suffice.

Suddenly there was a high-pitched moan from inside the study, a sound so insistent and urgent that even Dolores was momentarily interrupted in her passionate quest for sexual fulfillment… The squirming blonde and her brunette young stud came to an abrupt stand-still as they stood in the exact center of the doorway and watched Nadalee's head toss violently from side to side, her long copper-red hair churning like wildfire on the leather back of the couch. She was in the beginning throes of orgasm and fucked her buttocks frantically up against the monstrous dog like a teen-aged tigress gone berserk. The gigantic German Shepherd's tongue lolled out of his mouth as he humped forward into her passion-drenched cunt, saliva dripping from the red spear down onto the sweat on her heaving breasts, mingling with it to stream down the quaking slope of her diaphragm and pool around her navel.

Suddenly, Nadalee screamed and rammed up against Buck's belly just as he lurched forward and his cock began to jerk out its hot sticky sperm in hard spurts deep in her ravaged pussy. The pretty young wife's hindquarters began to pitch and toss crazily, signaling her own orgasmic upheaval deep in her quivering white belly. Thick white liquid oozed from the tightness of her vagina where it clasped and sucked at the erupting prick, soaking her backside and the crevice between her milky white legs as she groaned loudly and humped forward to drive the dog's cock deep into her stomach for the last time. The still-spewing length of red hardness lay buried completely for another few seconds as Buck whined and shuddered, his lower body jolting helplessly forward as the dregs of his animal sperm splashed against the lusciously beautiful girl's tender womb.

The satiated dog withdrew his deflating prick with a wet popping sound that filled the plush study and left her delicious animal-fucked cunt nakedly exposed to the sudden rush of cool air that laved it refreshingly. Nadalee seemed almost unconscious for a moment as thin trails of the sticky white fluid ran down the silken creamy insides of her lewdly splayed-open thighs to form a jelly-like puddle on the cushion beneath her. Buck loomed over her a short while longer, wagging his tail in obvious appreciation. Finally, the enormous beast dropped down to the floor on all fours again, leaving her mauled, cum-soaked vagina clearly visible for all to see. Newton watched the German Shepherd as, in a last act of obscene depravity, he dropped his muzzle between her wide-spread legs and lapped at the viscous animal sperm still oozing from her battered, quivering pussy. He gulped at it thirstily until eventually there was no more and then he turned as though from a meal he had just finished to lumber across the study.

"Well, son, I see you brought my tobacco. Thanks for waiting," George said suddenly in an expansive tone of voice, a little grin of amusement twisting his lips.

"Yes, I… did," Newton confirmed, his masculine face tremulous with aroused desire and uncertainty. "It's a little after twelve-thirty now… but you… you were…"

"Never mind, son, never mind. You got here and that's the important thing," the millionaire soothed, swaying his large frame slightly as he spoke. It was hard for Newton to tell if George Blackwell was actually oblivious to the real meaning of what had just happened or whether the shrewd man was conniving and making a pretense of innocence. Whatever, the handsome brown-haired husband felt a faint sick qualm of despair at the loss of his absolute trust in the wealthy man. It seemed as though the young man's world had become a shambles of angry excitement and disappointment within a matter of mere minutes.

Nadalee lay panting for breath with her nerves frayed and her semen-flooded vagina used and violated as never before. Her tightly closed eyes refused to open and face the stark daylight that must be clearly illuminating the lewd, shocking sight she must make as she sprawled completely naked and sperm-smeared on the large couch. God, she had no idea how long she had even been there, she realized with a rush of panicky alarm as she struggled to raise herself up to a straight sitting position, her eyes fluttering open experimentally at the sound of a somehow familiar male voice nearby. She blinked her lids a few times, trying to accustom her vision to the bright glaring sunlight that was streaming into the room through the windows. Little by little, she was able to make out the vague forms of a man and a woman… then, gradually, their faces came into focus in the blazing brilliancy of the sunshine.

Nadalee's heart suddenly stopped.

Newton!

A scarlet flame spread over her cheeks and neck, scorching her senses, stifling her until she was left breathless. The gorgeous young wife was utterly paralyzed, unable to move the slightest fraction of an inch as though her luscious backside were nailed to the leather couch cushion where she sat. The horrible shock had rendered her so numb that she was even incapable of averting her green eyes to avoid the bold, sneering expression of loathing and contempt on her husband's face.

"My God, no, no!" she moaned pitifully, opening her mouth to scream but unable to even draw the breath necessary. Her brain whirling in humiliation and disbelief, she began to sob in shame that he should see her like this, wantonly naked with her legs still open and her stomach still filled with the hot wetness of the German Shepherd's sperm. She had never felt so depraved and wicked, so shamed and debased ever before in her entire life… Oh no, please let it be a mistake, she prayed over and over. It was all just a nightmare and surely she would wake up any minute now.

"Hi there, honey… That was quite a little show you put on for everybody," Newton scoffed, his fierce eyes locking coldly on her naked young body like merciless barbs of accusation. "I didn't know about your knack as an animal trainer. Are dogs your favorite or do you specialize in other animals too?"

"Oh, Newton, I… I love you… Y-you're my f-favorite," she gasped. Then, realizing what she had said, she added helplessly, "I mean – I mean…"