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't about to argue. The music was cut as if by a knife when the doors closed and we found ourselves outside, like stepping from one world into another. Another bar and another two lines in the john had me mellowing. John was kinda cute in a masculine way and his offer of coffee came at the right time. We laughed when he told me about his dog Cujo and I asked if that wasn't the one that ate people in the film. He almost creased when he told me he only ate pussy. I guessed it was his favourite line.
We fell through his apartment door, kicking it shut and ripping clothes off all at the same time. The mixture of coke and vodka had done their combined magic, rendering me as horny as all hell and back. At least he had the good grace to fold my dress and whistle his appreciation of the thong before locking his mouth over mine and kneading my tits as if tuning in his audio system. But, do you know what? I could care less how he treated me. He had permission to use me like the tramp I looked like, fuck me into the ground and then do it all over again. I was here to be used and wanted it more than anything.
Jesus, but he had a large cock and his fingers had my cunt creaming from the first minute. In what seemed like no time at all, I was impaled on him and riding an orgasm straight down the stretch. His leather sofa was cold on my back, but I hardly noticed, my own internal heating had been turned up to full and this guy was getting three years of pent up desperation in one go. Suddenly, he got up, the mongrel, leaving me crawling over the ceiling, and then his fucking dog comes into the room and sits down like some voyeur in the middle of the room.
John, bless him, got those fingers going again and then started on my tits at the same time. I'm a sucker for that; two centres of operation simultaneously, brings me off in record time. John had two or three fingers frigging my soaked twat, but the damage was being done by his thumb as it pressed and rubbed my clit. A crashing orgasm was well under way when the weirdest thing happened. A cold wet nose shoved John's fingers away to be replaced by a hot, very hot tongue that rasped over my lips and hit the panic button dead centre. Then the action was repeated and I was passed the point of return.
The dogs tongue fucked me inside out in rapid strokes that had me gasping and then, God almighty! I climaxed like I had never ever before. The poor animal's head was trapped between my thighs as I went through orgasm and into climax, soaking everything in a rush of come. The pleasure and feeling the dog was giving me was too much all at once and I don't know, but the next thing was I found myself on the floor, twitching and shivering like I was connected to the electricity supply. I've had many orgasms in many different ways and situations, but I ain't ever felt anything like that before. It was like death and birth all in a single moment.
John asked me if I was alright and I guess I said I was. Somehow I found his cock in my hand as the tremors subsided. It took me some time to regain control and I wanted to reward John for showing me this experience, so I did the natural thing any self respecting whore would do, I turned over and sucked that lovely cock of his straight into my mouth. I was getting into it as well, setting up a nice rhythm, allowing his head to get deeper with every nod. I was going to blow him straight into my guts if I could.
I wasn't prepared for the next action though. Dammed dog jumped me and before I could properly react, he had what felt like a cucumber rammed in my twat. Worse, it withdrew partially before being rammed straight back in and then fucked me in a blur of speed and force. Jesus! But, it was so fucking big, and then dammed me if it didn't start to thicken, causing all kinds of sensations as it pummelled into my cunt.
Fucking hell Abigail I heard John shout, but I was too far gone to worry about words, just the primeval need to mate. His cock went further than I had intended into my throat, but it didn't matter too much because he couldn't last and his spunk liberally coated my esophagus. The dog had slowed down now, his thrust shorter and deeper. I could feel his knot splitting my walls open and I wanted his come deep inside. His paws had cut ribbons into my sides in his haste to fuck me, but that too hardly mattered. John's semen leaked onto the floor as I put my head down and shoved back on the dogs cock with all my being.
Something happened then, like a blossoming, a flower opening, because Cujo entered a place I didn't know existed in my body. As soon as he found it, his scalding come bloomed inside me, filling my guts with a warmth and glow of mutual release. I came around his bulb as he shot copious dog come deep inside me. Then, his completion attained, he sort of slid from my body, his short hair rasping on the base of my spine and his cock crating a vacuum that felt as if my insides were being drawn out through my hole. The beautiful dog then did something no man had ever done for me, he cleaned my bruised labia of his and my fluids, taking care to get every last bit.
The sensation was soothing rather than sexual and I fell in love with the animal then and there. I stayed the night with John and ate breakfast with him in the morning. Cujo, it seemed, was not a morning dog. I missed him as I said my farewells. John had my number and I hoped he would call me some time.
I took my sore and battered fanny home and gave it the pleasure of a long soak in a hot bath.
JOHN
It was a nothing out of the ordinary Saturday night. Jimmy asked me to drop by his club and pick up some money he needed banked. Jimmy didn't use the same kind of banks that most people do, if you get my drift. The club was humming; packed to the gills with spotty teenagers jumping and twisting to the DJ's house crap he insisted was the best thing since Liberace. I wanted to get in there and out again, get shot of the money and then relax on the beach with Cujo. It was a warm night, a little grass and a stroll sounded just about right.
I saw the kid's vicious pinch of the broad's ass and recognised her attack strategy. In one of those instinctive reactions I downed him with a straight fingered kidney punch, figuring that he might get sick a little for a day or two, but she was likely to drive his nasal bone straight into his brain if she did it right. The kid went down, lights out which was gratifying, I still had the touch and she had been to defence classes and looked as if she knew all about it.
So as to diffuse the situation, I grasped her arm and steered her away from the kid to the other end of the bar. She looked as much as it was possible to be out of place. In fact, she looked like a fucking whore on the pull, but a good looking whore at that. We managed to get each others names. Who ever heard a whore called Abigail? She was juiced, her dilated eyes jumped all over the place, never settling and the huge vodka she had been nursing slipped down her throat like it was no more than water. I bought her another which didn't last too long either.
Thinking that she ought to be out of the joint, I grabbed her arm and motioned to the door. I swear, all that was in my mind was to rescue the poor girl, nothing more than that. I could tell she thought I was okay, her eyes, when they did settle, smiled and it was a nice smile. I thought she might be pretty good looking under all the crap on her face. Certainly, the body was fit and the dress hid absolutely nothing at all. Her tits were just about perfect and no bra.
We dropped into Mike's and much quieter place and had one or two drinks there, chatting and stuff. She went to the ladies and came back wired. I suppose that was the moment I thought about taking her home. I told her about my dog and came up with a gag that he only ate pussy. It always produced a laugh and broke the ice on many occasions.
By the time I got her to my apartment, she was zinging. The coke had scored a home run and she fairly buzzed. I somehow got her up the stairs and through the door before she had my shirt off and was making a determined effort on the jeans. To be honest, I don't really like women who act slutty and were only half interested in getting jiggy.
The dress came off and my assessment of her tits was quite accurate. 34 B's I guessed, nice and palm sized. The panties, or thong, whatever there're called was class though; all sparkling with fake diamonds and obviously expensive. The hell with it I though, why not fuck her and chuck her out? She would probably flake out anyway. She lay out on the couch and giggled a bit at the coolness of the leather after I had laid her dress to one side and had myself a feel of those pert little tities. Her breath smelled stale from the vodka when I kissed her, but those breasts made up for it. Ah, but then I found her fanny, it hadn't been shaved for a day or two. Normally, I would have eaten her, but I hate stubble on anything, least of all a cunt. So it was going to be frigging time, I had no intention of getting friction burns under my nose, fuck that.
She was off and away, the combination of coke and booze had her squealing and creaming in no time. Nice size clit; couldn't fail to find it and she responded quite nicely. I slid into her and started to the old two step rock and roll, pumping up the jizz and she just came right there and then. Cute; but not a great big turn on for me. I thought I would give her some breathing space for a minute and remembered Cujo had been locked in the bedroom. Left in the lounge, he would tear up the sofa and wreck the place. So I got up and let the sad bastard in. We had shared a broad or two in the past and I had no problem him watching the master screw some chick into oblivion. Cujo followed me into the room and then sat like any regular audience, waiting for the main event.
Abigail was still steaming and wanting more, so I sat on the edge of the sofa and frigged her again. Two or three fingers were inside and my thumb rubbing her pleasure zone. I had to play with her nipples; her tits were just perfect and topped with large nipples that must have looked great in a bikini on a cold day. I didn't hear Cujo or even know he had moved until he nosed my hand out of the way. Kinky bastard loves the taste of woman. Fuck me if she didn't respond like a scalded cat. Almost as soon as he licked that pussy of hers, then she was creaming. Then, he jumped up on the sofa, between her legs and slurped on her muff like his life depended on it.
The effect it had on Abigail was stunning. She screamed and creamed and clamped his head in a vice like grip, then she just sort of spasmmed like she was in shock or something and flipped right off the couch and landed on the floor on her back. Fuck but she could come, there was a puddle of her on the floor and Cujo was licking it up. Always was a tidy dog.
I might have asked if she was alright or something, but the rampant bitch grabbed my cock and then spun over and started giving me head in the best way. She sure could get that baby down. Well then it got weird. Right out of the blue and never before seen, Cujo jumps on her back and begins fucking her. He and I was eyeball to eyeball as he pumped her cunt and I pumped her mouth. Dammed if it wasn't the hottest thing I ever did. Given the situation, I admit to losing my load in a short time and I shot the whole bolt right down her gullet. Cujo was really going for it by now. The boy was ramming into her faster than a steam train, then, he slowed down, making it a longer and deeper stroke. I was transfixed and Abigail was moaning like a banshee.
Abigail's head hit the floor and she pushed right back on that dog's dick right at the same time as he pulled her to him. I will never forget the look of pure bliss on his face as he creamed her insides with a few final thrusts. I swear he was grinning at me like a loon. When he had finished, he slid off of her and gave her fanny a good old clean out. I think she was too well fucked to respond very much.
Anyway, she stayed over the night and left the next day. In my shirt and with none of that shit she had plastered all over her face, Abigail is very pretty and really does have a fantastic body. I plan on calling her in a day or so and who knows, we may just have ourselves a regular little party.
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