Charles Richards - A Kingdom Of Love

Margie Blake had become a star almost over night. When a rock 'n' roll bank had played the city and left, Margie was with them. Their leader was a big black stud who arranged the music and played bass while Margie sang the hottest blues of the day. On stage she raged her sex like a funky kitten while her man's big base sound boomed around her.

Off stage, his overgrown rod filled a basic need in her hot and pungent ass.

And finally, there was Susan Foster, who became Daddy's little bundle of incestuous joy. In the face of the whole town's wrath, they blissfully went their chosen way.

Joan sat before her vanity, looking into her own face and realized she had gotten lost in another world. She would never get to Amanda's at this rate.

As she dressed, her thoughts flitted again to Sheri Sloan and she tried to imagine herself sucking Prince's cock. She found it hard. She could easily imagine herself below the belly of a horse tonguing the blunt end of his huge curved dick. In fact, she relished the thought.

But a dog was different somehow. No matter how Prince thrilled her with his quick hot fucks she had no desire to mouth the thin pink sword. To Joan's mind the act of fellatio was blunt submission to the will of the beast one coupled with and she reserved her mouth for very special occasions.

When a man struck her as a beautiful, savage creature she would prowl about him until the time presented itself and then attack his loins.

With that other human being she then felt at peace. She would drain the beast from him even as she humbled herself before the alter of his phallus.

But never with an animal of another species had she given her mouth to the act of bestial love. She wondered if she ever would. But now her mind had turned from such thoughts and she hurriedly finished dressing and left for Amanda's.

When Amanda Westmore hung up the phone after talking with Joan she went to the kennel immediately. She wanted Prince to soothe the feelings that were urging her cunt to heat. Joan's eagerness at the news of the job thrilled Amanda nearly as much as it did Joan.

The girl was the most engaging of figures coupled with the dog. Amanda wet her lips at the thought.

The image always excited her, ever since that night years before when the little fool had nearly exposed them both to the prudish, moral examination of their small town community. Amanda shuddered thinking what the outcome might have meant to them.

She remembered that through the shock and turmoil of finding Prince actually making advances on the thirteen-year-old Joan Engle in a moonlit park, the evening had grown into a full-blown orgy. To both of their good fortunes everyone gave themselves over to the luxuriously dissipated night and forgot to press their suspicions.

Ever since then Joan had devoted herself to Amanda and Prince and bestial sex.

Amanda entered the kennel. The burgundy plastic carpet that ran the length of the room between the cages still shone with the wetness of an afternoon rinse. Amanda had solved the odor problem the kennel presented with lavish expense. The dogs were her only excess; so she created a veritable palace for them despite the wires of their pens.

Simulated grass lay on the floors of both Prince's and his bitch's separate dens. The bitch lay now on her side giving suckle to one of the three gangly pups in the pen with her. Amanda paused by the side of the pen and called lovingly to one of the pups.

"Duke. Here, Duke."

The pup lay to the side of his mother, licking his forepaws and rubbing his jowls clean. With an apparently satisfied and full expression on his face the young dog looked up from his task at the sound of his name. His mottled head of black and white was so nobly turned that it nearly took Amanda's breath away to look at him. He regarded her with alertness and she called to him again.

When he stood up she saw how big he had gotten over the last few days.

His mother would wean him soon Amanda knew.

He was a pinto-like Dane who would be big and chesty. His short-haired, downy puppy coat shone with the contrast between the cloud shapes of black and white scattered in patches along his flank. His rib cage stood out beneath the shiny coat like a heart shaped cave. His almost laughable leg sticks were like stilts and she knew he had a long way to run before he filled out. He was to be Joan's dog.

The thought of the girl broke Amanda's reverie and she stood up from where she had kneeled to call the puppy. She stared through the bars of wire squares at Prince.

The black Great Dane stood now with his attention focused on her. His black head contrasted against the baby blue walls of his stall. The dog's golden eyes shone fiercely. Amanda saw the greed molten through them like nuggets of gold and she experienced a chill of anticipation.

Soon she would have his hot pink cock pumping between her legs from behind and her cum would course down his balls. Silently he awaited her command.

Amanda Westmore was a large woman of intoxicating proportions. Now she ran her graceful long-fingered hands over the pendulous swell of her breasts and felt the nipples harden through the elastic material cupping her breasts. The nubs of her nipples shone clearly through the silver lame of her jumpsuit. Her statuesque build curved almost primitively naked beneath its mold. The clear outline of her cuntlips were traceable between her legs. She unzipped the front with a flick of her wrist and the wanton melons of her breasts sprang into view.

She was evenly tanned, all except for a narrow white stripe across her tiny plum colored nipples. Amanda stripped the suit from around where it clung to her firm-fleshed hips and flanks, then ran her nails behind the hissing cloth down her thighs and calves and finally off. Her sandaled feet stepped out of the shiny silver puddle on the burgundy corridor runner and she approached the Great Dane's cage, naked.

His eyes were nearly red with lust. He must smell my sex even before my clothes are off, she thought as she opened the door to his kennel and stepped in. Amanda ran her finger between the lips of her pussy and felt the slick wet heat ooze stickily around it. She raised the finger to her nose and sniffed the musky juices of her cunt, then put it to her lips and touched it with her tongue.

The dog whined at her apparent teasing and she knelt beside him. Her hand plunged beneath his belly and she found the sheath of skin which housed his cock. She stroked down its length and the pointed pink end emerged like a dragon from a cave. She let the tip feel the skin of her palm and led the dick further awake. She felt the hot pink blade emerge from its sheath and slide toward her wrist. It gave itself to Amanda's hand to command and she stroked its pen shape.

Amanda thought of Joan as she had seen her so often at home: the big king snake seeming to pulse with sexual energy as it wound its way around Joan's arm. It's the energy that so compels me to animals, Amanda mused. They radiate so freely and clearly when they're aroused.

She stood up and looked down at the black back of the glistening dog.

Her loins were on fire with longing for his prick. With practiced, urgent motions she readied the scene.

She took a long sling, much like a hammock, and strung it across the cage. It was made of highly elastic mesh-like cloth. Now, she unfurled it, hooking one large metal claw into an eye-ring placed low on the wall. On her hands and knees, she then crawled across the plastic grass and hooked the hammock into place on the other side.

"Yes, Prince. Easy, baby. Mama's almost through."

The dog had already begun to nuzzle his cold, sensitive nose into her ass. When the woman had satisfied herself that the taut cloth would function properly, she leaned forward and settled her pendulous breasts into the sling. She tested it, then she rocked forward with her hips and the top of her body swung. She scraped the points of her fingernails on the gauzy mesh about her breasts and was rewarded when the sensation communicated itself to her sensitive flesh.