Charles Richards - A Kingdom Of Love

"Oh yes, Amanda baby, eat me! Mmmm… it's so very, very gooood." Joan groaned in a rhythm to Amanda's lascivious tongue. Her hips thrashed up about the probing organ like wheels and she humped her pelvis around and around.

"Eat me, Amanda, eat me," Joan snarled between clenched teeth. She pounded her hips down at Amanda's turgid tongue as if she were trying to snare it for a plug. Her body glistened with rainbows of sweat. Like a steamboat river wheel she churned her hips around the rudder of Amanda's tongue.

While her tongue flashed deeply into the hot pink walls of Joan's love lips, Amanda began to gnaw on Joan's clit. As she rubbed her teeth across the top side of the stub, her tongue glazed the lower half with saliva and cum. Shocked hot thrills echoed up in Joan from where Amanda's lips and tongue and teeth were driving her pussy mad.

Her body writhed slipperingly across the zebra hair while shock wave after shock wave of tumbling riotous orgasm washed blindingly through her. She surfed and surfed; impaled on Amanda's tongue like an eel her body squirmed.

"Oh my God yes!" Joan screamed in an agony of pleasure. "Cum, cum, cum, cum, cum." Her voice ran downhill as it shook with her diminishing breath and she quaked like a rag doll at the end of the delirious words. Finally after long spasms of passion had sung through her in deep crescendos, Joan quieted and Amanda's licking tongue only cleaned and soothed.

"Did I please you, Joany?" Amanda mewed coyly.

"Yes, pet, yes!" Joan sighed contentedly. "Let me rest for awhile."

"As you wish," Amanda answered, toying with the ring on her mink neck collar. Her tongue ran incessantly back and forth across the pout of her full lips like a snake, wetting them and tasting the air for moisture.

"Let's have Prince in the living room tonight, Amanda. I'd rather not go into his cage this time."

"As you wish," replied Amanda awaiting Joan's command to act. Idly she stroked Joan's cooling flesh while the girl lay back, relaxing on the couch. Her fingers trailed up and down the girl's tawny calf and thigh.

"How is my puppy doing?" Joan asked.

"Fine; he's gotten so big recently!" Amanda's eyes glowed as they looked up at Joan. The affection she had for the pup and his mates was obvious in the way Amanda let the love show in her eyes and it made Joan feel good with its warmth.

"Duke," Joan said the pup's name dreamily. She remembered the clownish black and white face of the puppy, his floppy ears out of trim and a sorrowfully serious expression clouding his features. He would approach her with his laughing head and want to play.

"Can we have Duke, too, Amanda?" Joan asked hopefully.

"Not 'can we'-'may we,' dear. And yes, I think so. But you will see when you take Duke to raise that all is not such a treat since-"

"Oh hush, Amanda. I am feeling like Prince now. Perhaps you should bring them both here."

Amanda rose without a word and hurried to the kennel. Without any fussing she slipped into the bitch's cage and snatched up the gangly pup, then out to let Prince glide from his pen into step beside her.

They were a well-oiled team. Just seeing them as they were now sparked hidden remembrances of Nazi sadism at its brightest. In fact the great black dog and his auburn-haired mistress could very well have been a commando interrogation team during another time. Except for the one psychological quirk in her makeup Amanda would have been cruel even without the impetus of war. But instead her twin sister Myrna had taught Amanda as a child to serve rather than to enslave. And not only institutions; but moreover individuals of a certain criteria.

Individuals so free in life that they performed with animals bestially.

Then Amanda would watch them and devote herself to their every need.

She existed solely to please these special people of whom so far there had only been two, Joan and Myrna.

And now she was sending this child to the circus, perhaps, for Myrna to enslave. Well, if so, they could share just that much more. A sister of equal bondage would be nice, thought Amanda wickedly. But perhaps not.

Certainly Joan was strong enough to best Myrna if their struggle was without tricks. But what would not seem a trick to the experienced Myrna might easily become one for Joan. Well, only time would tell.

Amanda shrugged.

She put the puppy Duke down to trundle along beside Prince. Once on the floor Prince took him in hand. The great black dog looked up at her to let him run ahead and Amanda permitted it by running her fingers forward on his spine.

He was off. Kicking Duke with his hind legs to make him follow closely, he rushed into the living room and up to Joan. When Amanda arrived he was sitting at ramrod attention, literally quivering before the girl while she fondled Duke.

"Oh Joany, don't tease poor Prince. He so wants to sniff you, of course," Amanda said as she took her place at the head of the dog.

"He'll have to wait until I finish with this guy," replied Joan. Her voice was full of good natured cheer at Duke's puppy antics.

"As you wish," Amanda said and patted Prince's quivering shoulder. The black silk of the dog's warm flesh coated her palm with heat, while Joan's hand was buried like a fist in the midsection of the puppy.

Joan leaned farther forward and Prince licked her face. His broad slurpy tongue painted her face with cheerful greeting. It was comical the way the two met like children face to face. Prince kept nuzzling Joan's ear while Duke played with her hand with his paws in a ball between the two. Joan was innocent with the older dog and that Amanda knew to be the secret of the bond between the two. The girl met the animal on equal, incorruptible terms and she was rewarded with the same attitude of friendly equality in Prince.

Joan shucked the mandarin housecoat so that she could run her naked flesh over the coat of black satin hair covering the dog. When her breasts brushed along his shoulder, their tips sprang erect and she offered one to his tongue.

Prince licked his jowls, then began slowly licking up the underside of Joan's resilient breasts and flicking the turgid nipple just at the last. He lavished his hot pink tongue on Joan until a feeling of ecstasy began to mount in her. Then Joan brought the other tit to his mouth while she picked up the puppy Duke and encouraged him to suckle the hard nipple of the one Prince had just left. The puppy's soft mouth clamped about Joan's areola and sucked contentedly while Prince took nearly the entirety of the fleshy globe into his mouth with each lick.

Joan felt heat creep into her loins as the pleasure from the animal's tongue increased.

Amanda watched as Joan began to fondle Prince more raggedly. She put the puppy on the couch to be safe and started wrestling good-naturedly with Prince.

Prince was clearly the stronger of the two. He allowed Joan to scuff the side of his head and rolled to the floor on his side. The lithe girl quickly pressed her advantage and dove after him. She rolled against his stretched out length and hugged him to her, careful to avoid the wavings of his errant forepaws.

As they frolicked on the floor and Joan's body pressed against the sleek black dog, Amanda could see the hot pink of inches of the dog's dick creep from its sheath and press itself against Joan's leg. Joan rubbed her thigh up and down on the torrid prick and an involuntary humping started in Prince's hips. The fun began to turn toward sex as Joan let her hand stroke the shaft of his cock against her leg.

She knew Prince was ready and much more teasing would only make him frantic. She rolled away from him and crawled on all fours to the couch. She laid her head and shoulders down on the edge of the couch and spread her legs wide so that her firmly rounded ass gleamed invitingly to Prince.