The Wife's Wild Ass Chapter 9 - Sex Stories

The Wife's Wild Ass Chapter 9

... fuck the big brute in private, that would be much better. She would be able to do whatever she wanted without feeling self-conscious about it. The dog, after all, could never tell on her. &#034I-I might.&#034 &#034Sure, honey. Why don't you stay here with Old Blue? Then you can do it, or not, and no one will ever know unless you tell them. Well, I'll know, I suppose, if he's still horny when I get back. But I won't know for sure what you did. I mean, you might just jack him off or something. And I'll be grateful to you, too, because I don't expect to be feeling like fucking when I get home.&#034 She smiled impishly. &#034I have a date with a Doberman,&#034 she added. Caroline felt bemused by the situation. It seemed incredible to her that she had actually come over here with the intention of committing an act of b********y, that she could possibly fuck an a****l. And yet her pussy was smoldering for a hunk of a hound's meat. She sat there rather primly as Helen left the room. Helen returned with the elk hound. It was a big, handsome brute with a blunt muzzle and intelligent yellow eyes. Its coat was gunmetal grey. And, swaying under its belly, was the gigantic prick that Darleen had so highly praised. His cock wasn't erect at the moment, but even soft his prick was a massive hunk of cock, and it was evident that Helen had told the truth when she had said that his balls had not been drained yet that day, for they were swollen up like over inflated balloons. The handsome dog ...

... gazed speculatively back and forth between his mistress and this new human bitch. &#034This is Old Blue,&#034 said Helen as if introducing them. Caroline wondered if she was supposed to shake his paw. &#034I'm sure you two will get on famously together,&#034 said the redhead, grinning. &#034And enjoy yourself, Caroline.&#034 &#034I know I will,&#034 Caroline whispered, no longer attempting to conceal her desires as she gazed at the powerful canine. Helen went to the front door. She looked back once, smiling. Then she went out. Caroline wondered if she really did have a date with a Doberman. Did she actually arrange such things in advance? That seemed more wicked than if they just happened on impulse. A girl with a hot cunt was liable to do things that she would never do if her cunt wasn't hot, and arranging to fuck a dog seemed a cold-bl**ded sort of depravity. Still, Caroline had to admit that she had come over with that in mind, hoping that it would work out that way. Helen's departure was perfect for Caroline's purposes. Alone with the big dog, she could misbehave as much as she wished without being hampered by inhibitions. She wondered if maybe that was the real reason why Helen had gone out. Perhaps the redhead realized that Caroline would be more comfortable about having her first dog fuck if it were done in privacy, and had gone out of kindness. Well, if that were so, Caroline was certainly grateful. Now, left alone with the elk hound, Caroline figured that there was no ...