Elaine’s Dog Show

CHAPTER FOUR

"Ohhhhhh!" Elaine cried out in fear as she felt the animal's hot, heavy breath blow through her wiry cunt hairs. He hadn't touched her yet, but she could feel his breath against her trembling thighs. Suddenly the blonde felt something cold and wet press against her right snatch-lip. She knew it was the animal's pointed snout, and screamed out in horror.

"That's it, babe! Cry it out like you really mean it," Peter said loudly.

Elaine choked down the sobs, refusing to give the fat man any more satisfaction – her horror and disgust were just another turn-on to him and the rest of the crowd. They might have forced her into this degrading act. But she wasn't going to give them more not if she could help it.

"Come on, boy, come on," the handler urged from behind.

The Shepherd looked confused. Obviously Elaine wasn't a willing participant – still, there were his master's orders and Elaine's inviting pussy wriggling only a few inches away from his snout. The blonde lowered her head and looked between her tremendous tits that scraped against the living room carpeting. She saw the large, muscular Shepherd staring back at her. His hairy balls twitched nervously in their pouch, jiggling with each jerk his cock made. Elaine saw that his long dick was about halfway unsheathed – Its smooth, glistening, dark-red surface throbbed with lust as she felt the dog's increasingly heavy breath against her ass.

"Oooohhhh, my Godddd!" Elaine cried out, pulling her head up and closing her eyes tightly. This couldn't be happening! It couldn't be! How could she have gotten involved in something like this? It wasn't possible! She'd wake up in a second in her own bed and. "Aiyeeeeee! Aaaahhhhh! No! No! Nooooooo!" Elaine cried out as she felt something hot and wet slurp up her box. It was the Shepherd's tongue, sliding tip and down her exposed pussy-lips as his nose burrowed gently into the crack between her ass-cheeks. Elaine felt goose-bumps spring out all over her body as the dog's tongue sank deeper and deeper into her gradually parting slash. She could feel the dog's steamy spittle oozing into her protesting pussy as the crowd started cheering and commenting on the scene.

"You think she's enjoying it?" the blonde asked, giggling to one of the senators.

"Her friend digs it. Why not this one?" someone else answered as Elaine felt the Shepherd lick faster and more steadily at her twat.

"Stop! Stopit!Stopppppp!" Elaine cried over and over as she felt King's tongue lick her twitching twat-lips. Gradually Elaine felt his thick, pointed tongue slide farther and farther into her snatch, shooting up until it finally touched her clit.

"Unnnng! Unnnghhhhhh!" the woman growled deep in her throat. But something strange was happening to Elaine. The act still disgusted her, there was no doubt about that. Being tied to a piece of furniture, stripped naked, then forced to commit an act of bestiality in front of a group of complete strangers was the height of humiliation. But the booze, the frustration of not finding Sam at the party, and something perverse in her own nature that she'd never suspected site had before was working a change in her.

Elaine hated to admit it, but she was gradually beginning to respond to the animal's cunt-licking. It was as if she were transported into another world a world where normal morals didn't exist any more. She was a completely different person, separated from the old Elaine Schaff on planet Earth. Her moans of horror and disgust were getting softer and softer as she felt a growing heat and tightness start to take over her cunt.

"Hey, she's starting to like it," the blonde hooker said, honestly surprised at Elaine's reaction.

"Told you. These Washington office girls'll take on anything, once they get in the mood," Peter said sarcastically.

But Elaine didn't hear or care what anyone said. She was beginning to moan now but this time in pleasure. She didn't have to have her hands tied down any more. She wanted that dog almost as badly as she had wanted Sam a few nights before.

Elaine knew it was sick. But she didn't care any more. Only her cunt mattered, and this dog was going to take care of it for her.

"That's it, boy," the handler said as the dog growled low and deep in his throat.

"Ohhhhhhh!" Elaine responded as she felt the scalding pressure of King's powerful tongue. It peeled her cunt-lips apart, then gave one wet lick across her clit. Elaine bit her bottom lip until she drew blood. She sucked in a ragged breath as she felt bolts of hot pleasure ripple across her fiat, heaving belly. As the murmur of the crowd increased, Elaine sobbed out loud, rolling her firm ass from side to side. King grunted with excitement and lunged again at the tender pussy-lips.

"Ahhhhhggggggnngggg!" Elaine moaned. King seemed to go crazy with passion. He rubbed his long, pointed snout up and down against her slick pussy folds. Elaine shook her head from side to side, whipping her wrists with her long hair. Then she bent her head down again, peering through the space between her dangling jugs. The blonde could see that her own hot snatch juice was setting down the fur around King's mouth. His black nostrils glistened with it. His dark-pink tongue laved sloppily over her cunt, parting her hot lips, then laving her clit again and again with its smooth, wet surface.

"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" The big blonde moaned shamelessly over and over until she sounded like an air-raid siren. Then suddenly Elaine came to her senses. What was happening wasn't beautiful. It wasn't lovely. It was horrible, perverted, sick! A shock of disgust ran through her body.

"Help! Help! Ohhh, God, help!" Elaine screamed at the top of her lungs. She couldn't let all these people have fun this way. King jumped back, surprised at her sudden change in attitude. "Back, boy," the handler ordered. "Noooooo!" Elaine continued to scream, kicking out at the yipping animal with her right leg. She wasn't going to let anything in her pussy again that night. Elaine moved her legs back, lying flat on the rug. There was no way the Shepherd could get at her cunt now.

"Hold up her legs, damn it," Peter said in disgust.

Elaine felt herself being forced back into a crouching position. She fought and screamed with every ounce of strength she had. But the other were too powerful for her. In seconds she was back in her old crouching position. He didn't take the dog too long to get back into the spirit of things. King was back to Elaine's exposed cunt again, pushing part of his black muzzle into the slit of her pussy. The blonde ground her teeth together, trying to fight down the heavy, hot feeling that glowed around her throbbing clit. But it was impossible. That last struggle was the final shred of respectability that stayed with her. Though Elaine was to wonder about how she could do something like this, she wasn't going to fight it any more tonight.

"Uhhhhhh," the blonde moaned as the pulses in her cunt grew stronger. She rocked her hips back and forth slowly as the animal continued to slobber at her twat. The gentle, slick friction of her inner cuntal membranes rubbing against her partly hooded clit-tip combined with the Shepherd's slopping was making her eyes glaze over and fall out of focus. Elaine was genuinely becoming excited and shooting toward orgasm because of a dog. She couldn't believe it! Elaine Schaff, star student at UCLA, respected Washington secretary, coming with a German Shepherd!

"What are you doing?" the handler asked Peter as he walked quickly up to Elaine.

"Can't take this," he gasped, reaching down and unzipping his fly.

"Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" Elaine cried over and over as the old fat man pulled out his stubby prick and peeled back the yellowish foreskin.

"Suck this, baby. Suck it like your friend's sucking in the next room," Peter said in a low, husky voice as he moved in front of her and bent his knees slightly. Elaine opened her eyes and saw a fat, little cock stiffening gradually in front of her nose. She could smell the stuffy, acrid odour of Peter's crotch, a smell that normally would've made her throw up. But her snatch was turning into a forest fire. The dog had made her so horny she would have sucked King Kong's furry dick. She dug her fingernails into her palms excitedly as ripples of unspeakable pleasure rippled tip and down her sides. The blonde could feel rivers of spittle from the animal's mouth mixed with her own leaking juice oozing down her thighs. Elaine's trembling knees almost gave way as she cried and whimpered with delight. When King's thick, sandy tongue swept over her completely unsheathed clit this time, the woman felt electric sparks sputter across her wet, puffy labes. Her mouth dropped open in surprise and a howl of pleasure shot out from between her lips. Her knees snapped together as wave after wave of pre-orgasmic contractions blasted her juicy box.

"Mmmmgffff!" Elaine cried out as Peter's cock shot in between her lips like a fired torpedo. She didn't mind what he did to her any more. The blonde pretended that it was Sam's cock throbbing and twitching between her puffed-out cheeks. She dug the tip of her tongue into his piss-slit, digging out drop after drop of pre-come as King kept slurping at her snatch. His tongue drove up and down her cuntal crevice relentlessly.

"Ummm!" Elaine cooed. Her clit burned from the steady lapping friction. She was gasping and babbling now like a crazy woman. Drool leaked from the right comer of her mouth as her pussy spasmed and as her head bobbed up and down on the senator's dick. As Peter moaned almost as loudly as she was, Elaine moved her ass up and let it fall back again. Up and back, up and back, faster and faster as she found herself caught up in this doggie scene. She twisted her thighs to one side now so that King's long, sharp teeth brushed gently against one cunt-lip. Then Elaine hunched down to give him her clit again.

"Ummmm! Ummmmmmm!" Elaine groaned. She didn't care about anything any more. She could have died right then and there and it wouldn't matter. The whole room disappeared in a beautiful kaleidoscope of bright colours. All Elaine could hear was the gentle slurping of King's tongue burrowing deeper into her sucking pussy and Peter's groans of delight.

Suddenly, King brushed over her cunt and licked her tight asshole. Elaine frantically wriggled her ass and moved it up so that the Shepherd would have a better shot at her pussy-lips. The Shepherd's tongue found the hot spot again and he moved forward slightly, probing deeper and deeper with his powerful tongue. Elaine groaned as she felt her cunt-walls spasm. She could feel those pussy muscles trying quivering to grab at the dog's long, pointed black nose. Elaine felt her body quivering wildly as she teetered on the brink of climax. She wanted to drag this out as long as she could. The blonde wanted to feel herself swaying deliciously back and forth on the fence of coming as long as possible. The unspeakably powerful orgasmic tingle was driving her higher up the pleasure scale than she'd ever been before. Her trembling fingers grabbed desperately at the long green shag piling of the rug as she tried to keep herself fastened to the floor. She felt herself about to shoot through the ceiling with climax.

"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhhhh!" Elaine cried out wildly.

"She's gonna come!" Peter gasped, hunching his fat hips back and froth faster and faster. Spittle poured out from the edges of Elaine's stretched mouth and dribbled down her cheeks and chin as the senator reached down and dug his pudgy fingers into the blonde's bobbing skull.

"Mnnnggfffffm," the woman moaned again and she swirled her tongue around and around, faster and faster. She wanted to feel the fat man's come spatter against the back of her throat. Elaine had turned into more of an animal than King was. Every inhibition she'll ever had dropped away.

"Suck, you bitch, SUCK!" Peter moaned as Elaine felt the big muscles in her ass cramp. She felt her knees shudder and slide convulsively over the carpet-bag as she babbled groans of pleasure. She was jerking like a speared fish as King continued lapping, licking, almost kissing her pussy.

"Mmmmgfff! Mgffff! Mgfffffff!" Elaine cried out wildly, pulling in her cheeks and sucking at Peter's dick as hard as she could. The blonde couldn't hold out any more. She felt her snatch turning into a nuclear explosion as King had lapped and licked her clit into a powerful come.

"Christ, she's getting off!" the blonde hooker gasped in disbelief.

The others in the room watched a little incredulously as Elaine twisted, writhed and bucked in her bonds. Her hands tugged and pulled at the ropes that held them to the feet of the couch. But she wasn't trying to get away this time. The blonde wanted to tear at her tits that ached for a pair of hands to milk the spongy, tingling hot flesh. The powerful jolts of orgasm shot out through her thighs on up to her tit-tips. She was coming from head to foot, groaning and whimpering with the effort. Again and again Elaine shoved her drooling cunt against King's muzzle.

"Ahhhh! Nooo! Noooo!" Peter cried out, digging his stubby fingers harder into Elaine's skull. She felt his hot, tightly packed jizz explode out from his balls, down his jouncing pecker, and into his flanged cock-head. Elaine gagged as she felt wad after wad of the senator's come spatter against her tonsils, then ooze down her slippery throat.

"Wawwwhhh! Wawwwhhh!" Elaine cried out, backing her mouth off the shooting dick and spitting the come onto the carpeting between her hands. She tilted her head back and howled with unholy howls of delight as the hard knot deep in her belly slowly untied itself.

"Bitch!" Peter cried out as he clamped his hands around his still-spasming cock-head.

But again Elaine didn't hear him. She was in a world of her own a world of thunder, coloured lightning, and throbbing, beating clits as spasm after spasm tore through her aching, tightly screwed box.

"ohhhhhh! Ohhhh! Fuckin' Jeeeeesus! Ohhhh, Goddd! Nooooo!" Elaine screeched over and over until her throat ached from all the shouting. Gradually, he cries turned into soft whimpering. Finally, Elaine felt all the energy and strength that had turned her body into a demanding sex machine evaporate. She swayed back and forth twice, then felt her knees give way under her. King backed off slightly as Elaine collapsed completely on the floor. She moved her legs slightly back and forth, rubbing her deliciously sore pussy against the stiff piling of the rug underneath her body as Peter continued to grunt like a pig above her.

"Well, honey, looks like you did all right for the first time," Peter finally managed to say as he flipped his flaccid cock back into his pants.

Elaine rolled slightly over to her right side and stared angrily into the senator's grinning face. God, how she detested that animal! He'd made her see a side of her personality that should've been left alone. He'd humiliated her in front of all these people, and now he was standing spread-legged over her, bragging about his triumph!

"You, you." Elaine couldn't finish the sentence. Words couldn't describe how much she hated that man at this minute. The only thing in the room that seemed decent to her was that damned dog.

"Hey, Petey, honey. This is only half the show," the blonde hooker said, looking cruelly at Elaine.

"What do you mean?" the senator asked, staggering slightly towards the bar for another drink.

"Look at that poor dog," the blonde said, getting off the lap of a fat, middle-aged congressman and walking slowly over to King. The dog turned his head and panted happily at the big-titted hooker as she bent down and cuddled his furry head against her jugs. "He's hotter'n hell. I mean, she gets her rocks off. But poor old dog here, he just hops around the room with that stiff cock bouncing against his belly."

Peter stopped and turned around, staring at the dog as if he'd forgotten something. Then a smile brightened his face.

"It must be the booze," he said, walking back towards King and the handler. "Get her up again. Let's finish this off, then we can get back some hard drinking and fucking ourselves," he said thickly.

"Yeah, after we can turn her loose in the city pound. That ought to keep her happy for weeks," the blonde hooker said, laughing hard as she got up and went back to the congressman's lap.

"What kind of people are you?" Elaine cried out and felt the men who had held her down pick her up and position her into a crouching stance again. "You're supposed to be the nation's law makers. You're supposed to be the nation's law-makers. You're supposed to lead, and you sit around and fuck, and make others commit acts like… like… this!" Elaine cried out angrily.

"Well, honey, if you've got any complaints about the way the government's run, just write your congressman," the blonde hooker said.

Elaine turned away as the crowd howled at the prostitute's joke. It wasn't over yet. She had to go through another session with that German Shepherd. By now, Elaine realised that making it with a dog wasn't all that bad. In fact, she'd enjoyed it a lot. But there was a definite feeling anger and humiliation that went along with that pleasure. She felt it wasn't right to fuck a dog. And all front of all these people.

"Up, boy," she heard Doug say.

"Up and fuck the bitch, boy," Peter sneered.

"Ohhhhh!" Elaine groaned in genuine fear. Getting licked up and down was one thing. But to have a dog's cock buried inside your pussy, shooting off streams of animal jizz was another. She'd heard stories about women who got torn apart by dogs they fried to fuck. The animals got so excited that they started chewing up the snatch-lips they were trying to screw.

"You want her pussy, King? Want Elaine's hot little pussy?" Peter said in a pinched voice as the dog pranced restlessly back and forth behind the blonde's ass.

"Come on, King, up-UP!" Doug commanded. Elaine closed her eyes. She knew it was only a matter of minutes before the big Shepherd mounted her. Suddenly she heard someone scream out her name from the other end of the room.

"Elaine! My God, what are you doing?" Wanda cried out from the bedroom doorway.

"Oh, Wanda, help, help!" Elaine moaned, peering through the hanging hair in front of her eyes at her horrified friend.

"What does it look like?" Peter said, walking slowly up to her and chucking her under the chin. "Leave that for later," Wanda said coldly, brushing his hand away and walking quickly up to Elaine. "Poor baby. They've really done a number on you this time," she said, bending down and untying the ropes that held the blonde fastened to the couch.

"Hey, come on, Wanda. You'd be the last one who'd complain, I'd think," the blonde hooker mumbled disappointedly.

"Leave this kid alone. She's new in town. Give her a chance," Wanda said as she finished untying her friend.

"Thank you, thank you," Elaine murmured as she pulled her hands to her tits and rubbed them gently.

"Well, it didn't take her too long to get used to old King, here," Peter said, pointing to the dog. Wanda looked at the animal's hindquarters and saw that his big, pointed red dick was fully extended and twitching nervously in the air.

"Elaine, you didn't," Wanda said horrified.

"No, now. They were going to make me… make me… Ohhhhhh, ohh!" Elaine cried out in horror, staggering to her feet and stumbling towards the door.

"You can't go out like that," Wanda cried out, running up to her friend and stopping her by the front doorway.

"Can't stay here, can't," Elaine mumbled. She had to get away from all these people. She had to get some place where she could think about what had happened.

"You can't let her go," Peter said threateningly, stepping in front of the two women.

"You keep your hands off her while I get her clothes. Then you'll let us out with your blessings, because if you don't, I swear I'll plaster every, damned telephone pole in this town with those pictures I've got of you and…" Wanda said in a low, forced whisper.

"All right," Peter said crisply turning on his heels and walking away.

"You just stay here, baby. I'll get your things, and we can get out of here," Wanda said, putting her arms around Elaine's naked shoulders and squeezing her tenderly. Elaine didn't say a word. She just nodded, then turned her head away from the staring crowd. She felt so strange. She couldn't believe that a dog had just licked her off! It wasn't possible. Not to Elaine Schaff, little Elaine Schaff, the girl who was going I make Washington her career… her career? Elaine almost laughed out loud. She could feel her cunt churning away, still contracting from the violent come of a few minutes ago, the only kind of career a woman had in his town was fucking. Go along with a man, and you'd make it here.

"Come on, babe. Just slip into the dress and get out of here. Worry about the bra and panties later," Wanda said, handing Elaine her wrinkled dress.

She dressed quickly, thanking God that few people were paying any attention to her. The three women remaining were obviously call girls, and they'd begun working for their pay now. Two were blowing a couple of older men, while the blonde who had helped in Elaine's degradation was leading two men into the bedroom Wanda had been in.

"God, let's go," Elaine begged her friend as she unlocked the door and staggered out into the hallway.