The Wife's Wild Ass Chapter 9 - Sex Stories

The Wife's Wild Ass Chapter 9

... sense in hesitating. She fully intended to screw the brute and there was no point in fooling herself that it was otherwise, deceiving herself that it just happened on impulse instead of by design. She stood up and took her clothing off. The hound watched with interest. His long, pink tongue lolled out over his gleaming fangs and his powerful chest began to expand as his breathing became vigorous. The fat slab of his prick began to swell. Naked, Caroline sat down again, her legs extended, her thighs apart. She figured that the dog knew more about these things than she did and waited for him to take the initiative. Old Blue walked over nonchalantly, like some canine Lothario on casual conquest, confident of his powers of seduction and playing it cool. Caroline began to tremble as the brute approached. Old Blue was well trained. Helen had taught him these tricks from the time he was little more than a puppy, and he had often thanked his lucky stars that he had been bought by such a wonderful mistress. Old Blue was no fool. He knew that, had fate not been so kind to him, he might have been bought by a hunter and have to spend his life chasing fucking elk around the woods. His long, hot tongue came out. He slurped up Caroline's crotch. &#034Oooooh!&#034 she cried when she felt that wet, slippery tongue slowly glide up her open pussy slot and across her throbbing clit. She squirmed down, her ass on the very edge of the seat, grinding her groin against the dog's surging tongue. He ...

... continued to lap merrily away, scooping tonguefuls of cuntjuice out of her flooded cunt hole. Caroline reached down and used her fingers to spread her pussylips wide open, so that the cunt hungry hound could slurp far up her cunt tunnel. She threw her head back, her face switching from side to side, her expression a mask of passion. She looked down, seeing the dog framed by her rising tits and the gentle slope of her thrusting belly. She watched his hot tongue flash as it caressed her cunt. A mist of pussy juice sprayed out. Caroline threw her legs around the dog's sturdy shoulders, clamping him to her cunt. Then she opened her legs wide again, not sure which position suited her best. But Caroline didn't give a damn how she was placed--she would have swung from a chandelier as long as that hot tongue was playing over her pussy. She hooked her legs around him again. This time her heels slid down and she began to rub the elk hound's cock between her feet. He lifted his head. Caroline whimpered. She didn't want him to stop tonguing her cunt, and yet she was eager to get at his prick, too. She wondered vaguely if it would be possible to sixty-nine with a dog. Then Old Blue gave a little lunge and sprang up, his forepaws on the chair, on either side of Caroline's writhing pelvis. His hindquarters were taut and trembling, his hindlegs braced on the floor, and his mighty cock, fully erect now, loomed out in a meaty tower over Caroline's belly. His tongue was hanging out. Cuntjuice ...