Wrath White: Like Porno for Psychos

Sandy withdrew the long dildo from her silken folds and brought it to her lips, still staring at the zoo handler who still had his cock in his hand on the other side of the lion’s cage. She stared at the man’s massive organ. Its head still glistened with semen and blood and it was at least still partially erect. Even at half-mast it was bigger than her little sex toy. She imagined fucking the huge black man against the lion’s cage and began getting aroused all over again. She slid the dildo into her mouth, sucking and licking her own juices from it.

The zoo attendant’s cock began to stiffen again and he once more began to stroke himself with a fist lubed with cow’s blood. Sandy rose from the bench and began walking over to the door just beyond the lion’s habitat, which read “Zoo Employees Only” and “Dangerous Animals. Do Not Enter.” She was still sucking on the dildo when he opened the door for her and he was still stroking his magnificent cock.

Sandy slipped inside the dark corridor and fell into the zoo attendant’s incredible arms. Feeling the power in his huge biceps and forearms, the hardness of his rippling pecs, the stiffness of his cock, she was immediately reminded of the lions. He kissed her deeply, tasting the juices of her sex on her tongue. Then she took his throbbing organ in her hand and led him down the hall and back to the lion’s cage.

Positioning him so that she could watch the lion’s while enjoying him, she knelt down and took his cum and blood encrusted organ down her throat, gagging as it hit her tonsils, but still guiding it further until it filled her throat. She watched the lions purring contentedly with their bellies filled with domestic beef as she gorged herself on her own brand of grade-A prime beef. She still had the dildo in her hand and was pumping it in and out of her juicy wet cunt as she sucked off the massive black man with the bloody hands.

The zoo attendant stepped out of his pants and removed his shirt. His body was all thick, hard, striated muscles crosshatched with throbbing veins. He looked almost as ferocious and powerful as the lions. His eyes blazed with a lust as fearsome as the predators’ appetite. He turned Sandy around onto all fours and reached his hand back into the bucket of blood, once again lubing up his enormous cock. Using the cow’s blood as lubricant he eased his dick into her puckered rose-colored asshole. Sandy squealed, the zoo attendant roared, and they both began to moan and purr in unison as their pleasure spiraled. Enraptured by their violent passion the lions charged the cage, snarling and purring and rubbing their bodies against the iron bars. With her asshole filled with nearly ten inches of black cock, Sandy reached into the bucket and pulled out the last piece of bloody meat, now slick with semen, and began cramming it into her mouth, greedily gnawing at it, relishing the copper flavor of blood and the salty taste of fresh semen. She passed what was left of the meat through the bars where it was snatched up by one of the ravenous jungle cats. She felt her clitoris swell as she scratched at it with her fingernails, felt her kegel muscles contract around the dildo, and her sphincter muscles lock tight on the zoo attendant’s enormous dick. By the time she felt the boiling hot explosion of cum erupting into her ass, her own orgasm followed it in a jerking, flailing, thrashing, fury.

Sandy arrived home that night and was not surprised to hear the wet burping sound of her husband getting his asshole stretched by the neighbor’s oversized cock. She had thought she could change him. She’d believed him when he told her he loved her and wanted to go straight. She’d even tried to accommodate his lusts, to act as a surrogate for the donkey-dicked gigolos and prostitutes he ordered over the internet. She’d purchased massive dildos and strap-ons in an effort to try to give him the pleasure he found in other men. He swore to her that he had given up men and that he would be a faithful husband. Then she’d come home early one night to find him laughing in the arms of their next door neighbor, Big Hank, a thick, hairy, biker-looking, ex-Rock & Roll star with a dick nearly as big as the Mandingo zoo attendant whose cum she could still taste on her tongue. She’d listened to him tell Big Hank about how he’d just used her to get his inheritance. How it had been a condition of his father’s will that he marry a woman before he could get the million and a half bequeathed to him when his millionaire father drowned in the pool after one too many martinis. So he’d talked her into believing that he could give up dick for pussy.

“This guy comes up to me at the coffee shop down the street and just asks me out of nowhere if I’m gay. I look him up and down and said, ‘Let me put it to you this way. I don’t eat pussy and I don’t like foreplay.’ You should have seen his jaw drop. Fucking breeders are such idiots. Like I could really enjoy eating pussy when you’re lying next door with that big fat dick all thick and juicy. Sandy asked me to go down on her the other night and I almost threw up all over her. Hell, I don’t even like sushi! I only married the silly bitch to get my inheritance.”

That first night, as she watched from the shadows, mortified as her husband Bruce took Hank’s fat cock down his throat, slurping and gulping until what looked like a full pint of cum exploded from the man’s cock into Bruce’s face, she knew she had to get back at him. She watched him lick semen from his lips, wiping it from his cheeks, chin, from where it had dribbled down his neck and between his sculptured pecs with the back of his hand, before licking his fingers clean. She sat silently, weeping in the next room as he bent Hank over and fucked that fat bastard in his big hairy ass more passionately than he had ever fucked her. And she knew that he was right. She would never be able to please him. But she wouldn’t be a fool either. She wouldn’t let herself be treated like an idiot by anyone.

It was soon after that that she’d begun going back down to the lion cages. She hadn’t been there since she was in high school. Back before she’d ever had sex. When fingering herself while the big cats tore slabs of meat to shreds was all the sexual fulfillment she’d ever needed. She’d gone back to the cages only to find that now her desire was so much larger than it had been as an adolescent. Her fantasies now involved pain and death and vengeance. She wanted to see her husband in that cage and she wanted to be in there with him. Fucking Bruce’s conquerors. Licking his blood from their whiskers. Feeling their rough tongues on her swollen clitoris. Taking their hairy cocks down her throat while Bruce’s blood washed over her. And now she had the means to do it.

She watched a while longer as Hank punched his cock lubed with Astro Glide and saliva up into Bruce’s colon. Bruce moaned as the thick organ pounded in and out of his dilated rectum and Hank’s fat meaty hand reached around to stroke her husband to orgasm. Even in the violence of their lovemaking there was an intimacy that had never been there when she and Bruce had fumbled their way toward orgasm. Between them, lovemaking had always been stale and mechanical. They would both think about anything but each other as they masturbated within each other’s flesh. No passion, just the release of biological fluids as artless and automatic as urination. She wept silently, even as she began fingering herself again. For the first time in their marriage, in separate rooms, she and her husband reached orgasm at the same time.

Sandy had been fucking her beautiful Mandingo zoo attendant for nearly a month, coming home reeking of cow’s blood and semen without Bruce even appearing to notice. They were growing more estranged. No more pathetic attempts to mimic homosexual lovemaking. Now the dildos and vibrators were strictly for her lunch time zoo excursions.