Beach girl in bondage

CHAPTER TEN

Camey's tits brushed over the desk top. Why couldn't she control her own body? Why, after that humiliating act Rick had performed, couldn't she keep her cunt from getting so damned hot and tight? Didn't she have any pride, any respect for herself? Was she so much of a whore, a slut, that she heated up every time something hot, stiff and wet started playing around with her pussy?

These and other questions whirled around her mind as Sport began his slow licking session with Camey. The touch of his tongue gave her a feverish chill. He was tasting both her and the food. She could hear him smacking his lips as he cleaned off the particles of meat that clung to her cuntal hairs, then worked the grease off her cunt lips.

"Ohhhhh," Camey sighed. The effect of that animal's tongue was electric. The first time he'd touched her there had been revolting. But now Camey felt none of the social and moral restrictions she felt before. The beatings, the fucks, the humiliating acts she'd had to endure before those laughing, mocking people had stripped away her pride. Now she squatted there, hogtied, helpless, cringing under the dog's oral caresses. What else could she do except lie back and enjoy it?

Moving back and forth Camey found she could rub her nipples against her arms and the desk top. The effect was electric. She sensed the tension in her body building. She felt the connections forming between her tits, cunt and asshole. The tickle of her nipples had started slick juices flowing between her cunt lips, adding to the flavor of that greasy dog meat Sport was still licking off.

When she rocked her hips as best she could, Camey felt that strange buttery heat spreading. Even after all she'd endured the girl found herself ready for more. Camey felt her breathing growing shallow. She licked her dry lips, tossing her head from side to side, shaking the blonde hair from her eyes. Her belly was trembling while the animal kept up his lapping.

Camey twisted her head around, peering over her left shoulder. She could barely see his pointed ears standing straight up. At times she made out his tail swishing back and forth. He was excited, growling deep in his throat, wanting more than just a licking session this time. Camey could sense this. And now she was completely helpless to prevent something like a doggie fuck from happening. They had tied her well.

The touch of his tongue made her belly buck with fear. Then the heat from her pussy took over, making Camey relax and fall into a drowsy kind of sexuality. She burned with a wild fever. Closing her eyes the blonde gave herself over completely to that steady, wonderful lapping across her pussy lips.

At times, when his tongue stiffened and entered her hot buttery cunt, Camey thought she'd die from ecstasy. She felt her cuntal muscles tremble, convulse, then contract, trying to trap that wonderful tongue and squeeze the life from it. She wriggled her ass around in frantic circles then, breathing with a whining sound through her nostrils. All the muscles in her body trembled and bulged against her sweaty flesh. What kind of sick, wild hunger had taken her over? Camey could hear the dog's lips smacking against one another, could hear the wet lapping sounds of his tongue raking over her pussy. Ohhhh, how lovely those sounds were to her cars!

"Ohhh nooo!"

Sport nuzzled his black nose between her flushed, bloated cunt lips, trying to shove more of his maw into her. Camey thought she was going to faint from pleasure! The short bristly hairs surrounding his nose tickled the girl's sensitive pussy unbearably! She jerked her asscheeks from side to side, wanting more and at the same time wanting him to stop. Her movements were completely uninhibited now.

"Come on, boy, fuck her," Rick breathed.

"Oh, ohhhh," Camey groaned. The aching pleasure between her legs intensified incredibly. The animal was eating her out, lapping at the squishy, steamy mess between her thighs. His tongue bathed the bottom of her asscheeks, moved up to her asshole, then back down to her juicy little cunt. The insides of her thighs, her ass, and her cunt were dripping with Sport's spit.

"Go for it, man, go for it!" Jack whispered, fingering his cock.

The dog needed little encouragement from them. His pink tongue was driving rapidly up and down Camey's cuntal crack.

It was so good, so shamelessly good! Her clit burned from the steady lapping friction. Camey tried spreading her legs even farther apart, wanting the dog to get at every inch of her cunt.

She gasped and babbled senselessly as the dog lapped her. Drool oozed from the corners of her mouth as she moved her ass up, let it fall down, then moved it back up again. She twisted from side to side, wishing she could tear through the ropes to increase the lovely feelings washing over her.

Camey cried out excitedly. Her nostrils burned with the air she sucked in to feed her trembling body while her chest tightened horribly. The dog's lapping seemed to be everywhere on her body. How devastating it was to feel his tongue continually caressing her ring of pulsing cuntal muscles.

"No, nooo!" Camey cried. She felt the tender membranes filling with more blood. The thought of her climaxing like this with the animal hurried her on. She pitched on the desk, straining the ropes until they groaned from the pressure. Camey wanted to embrace the animal like a human lover, to scissor her legs around his powerful neck and feed her pussy up to him.

But the ropes prevented her from doing anything except moving her ass from side to side and screaming with frustration at her human tormentors.

Then suddenly the licking stopped. Camey's eyes opened. She stared blankly at the wall in front of her, her mouth open. A rush of air came from between her trembling lips. What had happened? Why had Sport stopped that wonderful oral caress?

The answer came soon enough. There was some movement behind her. What was he doing? Then she felt his forepaws scratching at her ass. He lay one paw on the top of her ass crack. He seemed to be studying something, weighing something in that little mind of his.

Then suddenly Camey felt a furry weight bowing her back. He'd mounted her, climbed on top of her and wrapped his forelegs around her chest. The blonde groaned, unable to scream any longer. She felt the air squeezed from her lungs by this sudden weight.

"Man, go for it!" Rick said.

Camey thrust out her ass to make the angle of her pussy right. But what was right? How could she possibly know or even care what angle her ass had to be at in order to make the dog's fucking easy?

Well, it didn't much matter. Sport was going to have his way one way or the other. She might as well make it easier for him and get it over with.

"Uhhhh!" the girl grunted. A thrill filled her chest. She was doing something forbidden, not even mentioned in whispers. Shaking her head, the young blonde curtained her face with her hair. She didn't want her tormentors to see the insane pleasure she was feeling. Her shapely ass moved, dipped, rose, then fell again. Something hot, very, very hot brushed her cuntal crack.

"Fuck… fuck…"

Camey was babbling, throwing her ass around to urge the animal on. Her mind was reeling with excitement. Camey knew she was walking a thin dangerous line. There were limits a person shouldn't go beyond! And as she sobbed, feeling the animal's cock gouging against her cunt lips, the girl knew she had trespassed into that forbidden territory.

"Nooo!"

Camey felt the red barb penetrate her pussy mouth. The cuntal muscles convulsed again, clamping shut, trying to keep Sport's knobby little boner out. But the dog was determined, tightening his grip around her upper chest while moving his hind legs up against the backs of hers. Camey could feel the furry warmth of those hindquarters pressing against her body. Her flesh glistened with sweat as a combination of panic and sexual pleasure shot through her mind.

"Ohhh God!"

He was in, actually in! Camey's eyelids fluttered while a steady low groan came from her throat. She could feel those tiny bumps and knobs tickling her convulsing pussy walls with excruciating madness. Quickly the dog had begun his fucking movements. She could feel his dick pistoning rapidly in and out of her hole, could hear that wet sucking sound of fucking. He was whining, moving his head from one of her shoulders to the other, finally resting it in the valley created by her jutting shoulderblades.

"Oh yes, yes, yes!"

Camey didn't know what she was saying. All she knew was that the feeling in her pussy was reaching a terrible explosive state. The pressure was maddening. Her eyes glazed over and rolled up into her head as the animal gave her the final fucking thrusts. Then with a high-pitched wail Sport stiffened, his hindquarters trembling mightily.

Camey could feel his prick jerking inside her pussy, firing long, steady squirts of doggie spunk into her hole. Tossing her head back, the girl went wild. The world seemed to blow to pieces in front of her. Her cunt contracted, gripping the German shepherd's dick and holding tightly onto it while the cock fired and fired.

Camey didn't know how long she remained in that obscene position. The dog had jumped off her quickly after having dropped his load. She heard Karen laughing at her, telling her no man would want her from now on. Even Rick and Jack, who normally would have fucked her at the drop of a hat, made fun of her, saying that even her mouth and asshole didn't turn them on any more.

Someone untied the ropes, lifted her down from the desk and gave her the torn remains of her bikini. Like a robot Camey slid the tiny pieces of material over her tits and thighs. How strange it was to be wearing even these small bits of clothing!

"Okay, baby, you can get the fuck outta here now," Rick said, looking at the pictures again. He was smiling dirtily at her.

"And don't forget," Karen said, tilting her head in the direction of the photos. "You say anything to Brad, you so much as talk to him and I'll make sure these photos get around. Understand?"

Camey nodded, hugging the beach towel close to her body. Now that she was on the brink of freedom she felt waves of guilt and shame wash over her like tidal waves. In a way the girl wished she could stay here with these people. At least there wouldn't be the world's condemnation to face.

"Okay, then get the fuck out," Jack said, moving behind her and pushing her roughly toward the stairway.

Camey stumbled, regained her balance and climbed the stairs. She felt tired, exhausted, shamed. Where could she go? Gould she face her parents after this ordeal? The marks on her body would tell them everything, or nearly so. Could she stand her mother's screams, her father's outrage and probing stare?

"Outside," Jack barked, holding the rear kitchen door open.

Brad! She had to find Brad. He'd know what to do. Even at the risk of having those pictures shown around she had to tell him what had happened, warn him about Karen and his so-called friend, Rick.