Mark Lewis - Bestiality for Cindy

"Ohhh, that was wonderful," she told her in a quivering voice. "Baby, take your mouth off his balls."

Cindy had gotten so excited sucking on his balls with her eyes closed that she hadn't realized that she had initiated a most unique sequence in any film.

"Mom, that would be a super sequence," she told her. "I'll bet it's never been done before."

"I don't know why," her mother told her. "But it isn't easy to get all that dog's gook."

"Don't speak that way of Caesar's precious sperm," Cindy complained. "I love it. Every inch of his pecker."

"It's a lot of love because it's a long pecker," her mother chuckled.

She didn't realize how serious her daughter was. Nevertheless, she was willing to go along with her.

"Oh, Mom," she exclaimed excitedly, "I think it's so wonderful. You and me and Caesar. In our own flick."

She got on the phone and called Tony. He was hardly prepared for this.

"Do you know what time it is?"

"It's time to make a movie," she told him. "I've just thought of the most delightful sequence. Mom and me and Caesar. Mom wants to suck off his cock while I lick his balls. What do you think of that?"

"I'd like to meet your mother," Tony told her. "She sounds like a nice person."

"She is," Cindy laughed. "So broad minded."

"Another time," he told her. "I'm bushed."

"I'll call you tomorrow morning," she told Tony.

The following morning she surprised Tony with a nine o'clock call.

"This is Sunday," Tony complained, "and I sleep in. You are the most persistent little wench."

"Tony, you want to make money," she reminded him, "and we've got a fortune waiting for us with that dog. There aren't many dogs who like to fuck people like he does."

"You'd be surprised," Tony told her. "Dog acts are a dime a dozen these days. But I'll come over and watch you and your mom perform with the animal."

She put her hand over the phone a moment and spoke to her mother.

"Mom, he wants a demo exhibition," she explained.

"Sure," her mother replied, "but tell Tony it'll cost him."

"Mom is eager to perform," Cindy assured him, "but she expects to get paid."

"They all do," Tony told her. "I'll bring another guy along who produces these wonderful movies. Maybe he will get inspired."

"I know he would," Cindy exclaimed. "Oh, Tony, call him today. We've got the get together. I want to see this show moving on the road."

"All right, baby," he told her, "I'll check you later. Don't let the dog catcher catch you."

She hung up and was laughing.

"What did he say?" Her mother asked eagerly.

"He said don't get caught by the dog catcher," she laughed.

"About paying us?" Her mother insisted. "Remember, I'm not working. I'm a lady at liberty."

"You're at liberty," her daughter laughed, "but you're no lady. Mom, he said he would pay. He's gonna bring over a producer. And they'll watch us."

"How exciting," her mother smiled smugly. "I never knew that you would turn out to be such a wonderful daughter. Now we've got to groom Caesar. Maybe we should give him a bath."

"He hates getting washings," Cindy told her, "but I guess we've got to keep him clean."

"Certainly we've got to keep his cock clean," her mother told her. "I'm not sucking a dirty dick."

"All right," she nodded, "I'll see to it Caesar's cock is clean."

Caesar didn't realize all of the talk was revolving around his becoming a motion picture star. If he had understood it, he probably would have demanded T-bone steaks for performing.

Cindy was serious about a career. And so was her mother.

"When we're in the money," her mother smiled, "we'll go places. Actually, dear, I would like to revive my hustling career. A good face lift and losing a little weight and I would be back in great shape."

Cindy looked at her mother.

"You know, you're right," she nodded. "We could be a real team. We could take on one guy and charge him three hundred."

Her mother threw her arms around her passionately.

"My little baby," she exclaimed, "think of what lies in store for us."

"I just hope that I don't get in any trouble fucking dogs on film," Cindy said nervously.

"Don't worry about a thing," her mother told her. "With a wig and a mask no one would ever know who you are."

Cindy arranged for Tony to come over with his producer friend.

A couple of days later Tony dropped by with Dave. Cindy's mom met them at the door.

"Pleased to meet you," Tony greeted her. "I'm here to see the young lady who's interested in the picture career."

"Cindy, my daughter," she smiled. "Just a moment. I was a child bride myself and Cindy and I could do a sister act."

"You don't look bad to me," Dave smiled, licking his lips. "Maybe after I see this dog-screwing exhibition we could have a little fun in bed together."

"Why not?" Her mother nodded.

"What's your name?" Dave asked her.

"Peggy," she told him, "but you can call me Peg."

"All right, Peg," he told her, "now let's go in and meet your lovely daughter."

"Cindy," she called out, "the producer is here."

Cindy walked out wearing her mother's filmy orange negligee.

"Wow!" Tony grinned. "Don't you look delicious."

"Thank you, Tony," she smiled. "And look at Caesar."

Caesar was wearing a rhinestone-studded collar that flashed like diamonds.

"He's such a wonderful dog," she told him. "He really is."

At this point she was eager to put on her exhibition.

"Where do we watch this act?" Dave grinned. "I'm dying to see how you do it."

"She can do it in the living room or in the bedroom," her mother volunteered, "whichever you prefer."

"I'd like to see it real casual in the living room," Dave explained, "sort of like we do it in the movie. She's patting her dog and the dog sniffs her snatch and then he wants to lick her pussy. The camera would zoom in for a tight shot of her juicy cunt."

"Don't use those words," Peggy warned him. "I have tried to keep my girl's mind pure."

"If you keep her pussy pure," Dave winked, "I'll suck it."

Cindy was beginning to feel as though she were an inanimate object that was being shuffled about.

"I guess I have something to say about who sucks my snatch," she insisted.

"Of course you do, darling," her mother told her. "That's every woman's privilege. To decide who can put his tongue in her pussy."

At this point Cindy was pouting.

"Come along, dear," her mother told her. "Sit over there on the couch. Dave, you can sit here in this wing chair."

Dave sat down in a wing chair and Tony was seated in the occasional chair nearby.

Finally Cindy got over her pouting performance and sat down and stretched out.

"Let your negligee slip around your legs so your pussy is visible," Dave told her. "Actually we ought to shave it. I think shaved boxes are the sexiest."

"I'm not shaving my pussy for you or anybody," she complained.

"To be a star," her mother warned her, "means sacrifice. If you have to pull every hair out of your pussy you're going to, baby."

"Maybe," she said uncomfortably, "I want to have something to say."

"Say it, little lady," Dave grinned. "I guess you're temperamental before you're a star. Actually Caesar is the star of the show. You are helping him."

That did it. She couldn't stand it anymore. She got off the couch and sauntered back to the bedroom.

"See what you've done. You've hurt the little lady's feelings," Tony told him. "You've got to watch it. These girls are all temperamental. You remember the time we tried to get that stripper to have sex with a go-go girl. She got so upset because somebody called her a lesbian."

"Was she a lesbian?" Peggy asked.

"Yes," he agreed, "but she thought that we said it in a disgusting way."