Elaine’s Dog Show

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Shittttttt!" Elaine cried out, bucking on the bed, hunching up, drooling with excitement until she thought she'd piss on the bed. Sam was pushing the blunt, bulging head of his cock farther inside her cunt. Elaine could feel his heavy balls now resting on the bottom V of her cunt-lips. Inch after hot inch sank into her hole like a hot poker through a tub of butter. Finally their bodies touched and Sam rested, panting heavily and dripping sweat on her forehead as his cock jerked and danced crazily inside Elaine's cunt.

"Ohhhhh, you'll make me come," Sam grunted as Elaine arched her back and tilted her furry mound downward, making Sam's dick gouge against her pussy-walls. He growled with pleasure and slid his fingers down her belly, then along her sides and under the body to her bouncing ass-cheeks.

"Not yet. Oh, God, don't shoot yet," Elaine begged as she rolled her ass back and forth, squirming against Sam's squeezing hands. She closed her eyes and smiled in satisfaction. His cock was all the way in her now, his balls bumping up against her swollen cunt-lips. Sam grunted again when Elaine concentrated on milking his long, thick trembling cock.

"Ohhhh, shit. You feel so soft and slick," Sam moaned as he closed his eyes and arched his head back, taking in the full sensation of Elaine's cuntal milking. His face went slack as she worked her slim ass around and made her soft cunt-walls caress his hot cock-head.

"Start fucking me, baby. Oh, Sam, start fucking me," Elaine begged him as she milked his hot dick faster and faster.

Sam obeyed, pulling back and dragging his cock out of her cunt. Elaine felt her pussy-walls being pulled along with it. They clasped and sucked in around the hollows behind the swollen tip of Sam's dick. Then Sam stopped just as his cock-head was halfway out from between Elaine's outer labes. He held it there for a while, looking down and watching as the blonde writhed and hunched like a wounded wild animal.

"Don't leave it there! Fuck me, or get out! Ohhhh, you son-of-a-bitch!" Elaine cried wildly as she screwed up her thighs and tried to impale herself on Sam's stiff hard fuck-rod.

"I like it when you're like this," Sam said, licking his lower lip as he reamed out the throat of her sucking pussy one more time with is dick-head.

"F-fuuuukkkk!" Elaine screeched.

Sam pushed in again. Her cunt muscles spasmed now, sucking at Sam's invading dick. As the senator continued with his fucking motions, Elaine slid her left hand between their bouncing, grinding bellies. Sam was so intent on his increasingly faster fucking motions that he didn't notice Elaine's move at first. Slowly she curled her fingers around the man's sliding cock-shaft, squeezing the hot, slick rod lightly with her hand as Sam growled and groaned with pleasure. The heavy rod pulsed when she scratched a nail lightly against the spongy meat. Sam was threatening to come as Elaine's cuntal muscles spasmed, sucking and milking at his shaft. Her fingers stayed around his ramming dick, caressing the plunging torpedo as Sam's fucking built into a wild frenzy.

"Slow down," Elaine begged him.

"Can't, don't stop me. Can't," Sam said, his eyes closed and his face flushed red as perspiration ran freely down his handsome face.

"Wait for me… Ohhhh, wait!" Elaine cried out, digging her head into the pillow one more time and trying to work herself up to a climax.

"No, no," he groaned.

Elaine knew that she couldn't stop him now. She could tell from the fast, jerking movements he was making that he was out of control. He kissed her roughly, peeling her lips back over her teeth. He was hurting her now, but Elaine didn't care. Her cunt throbbed like an open wound. The flesh around her clit glowed as floods of juice leaked out and slicked down her cunt and Sam's dick. Elaine clamped her eyelids together and fucked for all she was worth. Her ass bounced on the mattress as she thrust hard against Sam's wild movements.

"Now, baby, now!" Sam warned.

Elaine tightened her cuntal muscles. She felt the powerful ring of her snatch clamp down around the base of Sam's prick just as his fucking movement grew crazy.

"Ahhhhh! Shiittttt, Elaine!" Sam squirmed helplessly on top of her. Elaine opened her eyes for a second and saw his face twisted as if he were being stabbed in the back. With her pussy muscles clamped so tightly, Elaine could feel the rhythmic pulsing of his cock-shaft as he started to unload the boiling jizz in his balls.

"Come, darling! Oh, darling, shoot that come into my snatch! Oh, God, Sam, now, now, now!" Elaine cried desperately as she felt his dick swell up in her pussy. She danced her ass wildly across the bed, holding onto Sam's cock-shaft with her aching cunt. Slowly but steadily, Elaine could feel the rushing tickles that had maddened her turn into steady, mind-blinding throbs that ripped across her clutching pussy.

"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" Elaine screamed out, flailing the air with her feet. She dug her nails into Sam's broad back. "Ohhhhh, Goddd! I'm commmminnnnnggggg!"

Sam grunted and lunged at her like a maniac. She bit his neck hard and slammed her violated cunt against him. They rolled around on the bed for what seemed like hours as Sam fired hot, wet salvos of jizz deep into her snatch. Elaine couldn't tell where her body ended and Sam's began. They turned into a tangle of flailing legs and arms and throbbing cunts and cocks as the room was filled with the cries of climaxing bodies.

"Ohhhhhh!" Elaine cried out, running her palms along Sam's back to feel the last tremors of his climax. Elaine sighed and drank in the full, warm feeling that filled her body.

"You know, I could use a good secretary," Sam said after catching his breath.

Elaine couldn't believe it! He was back to talking shop. He'd just come, and his cock was still buried to the hilt up her snatch!

"What?"

"You heard me," Sam crooned, bending his head down and kissing Elaine lightly on her eyelids.

"What-what has this got to do with-with…" Elaine stammered.

"With what?" Sam asked furrowing his forehead and looking curiously at her.

"Goddamn, Sam! When a women gets fucked, she doesn't want to hear a job offer right away. Makes her feel like some kind of whore," Elaine said, slightly angry at Sam.

"Sorry, honey. But I just don't want to lose you. As my secretary, you'd be around me all the time. Besides, the salary's a hell a lot higher than what you're pulling in now," Sam said, running his finger lightly up her flat belly.

Elaine thought about it. She surely wasn't getting anywhere with the Department of Treasury. Of course, she didn't intend to make a career out of typing memos and filing case histories. Sam's offer might be the first toe-hold she could have in the real world of politics. She'd just be a secretary, that was true. But with a little effort, she just might be able to get a career going in the political world. And to have Sam, too! That was almost too good to be true.

"I'll have to think about it," Elaine said coyly. Then she remembered Senator Kuhns. What if Wanda didn't convince the old man to leave her alone? If she became closely associated with Sam, any scandal involving her would drag him down, too. She'd not only destroy her chances of making something of herself in Washington, but she'd be responsible for shattering a budding political career for him.

"What's to think? Just say yes, and we can get on with more fucking," Sam said, burying his face in the nape of her neck.

"Please, Sam. I'm hungry. Let's go out to eat," Elaine said, feeling those sharp guilt pangs again. How could she act this way toward Sam when she'd done all those miserable, perverted things with Peter Kuhns?

"Admirers?" Sam asked dryly as her phone rang.

"Please, Sam," Elaine said as she hunched back and pulled her slackened pussy off the young senator's soft dick.

"I wish you'd change room-mates," he said flatly as Elaine rolled over and picked up the receiver.

"Elaine? Wanda. Listen, don't say anything. I can't talk long. I'm getting nowhere with that old fart. But I've got a plan. I'll need your help, and tonight," Wanda whispered hurriedly on the phone.

"I can't!" Elaine insisted, glancing over her shoulder at Sam.

"Do you want to get his creep off your back, or don't you?" Wanda asked quickly.

"Yes, but…" Elaine racked her brains, trying to think of some kind of excuse she could tell Sam.

"Okay. Then meet me back at the Hilton in an hour," Wanda said.

"Not there!" Elaine wailed, feeling cold chills of horror creep over her body. That hotel would never be a place where she could be at ease. It was the scene of her first and most brutal humiliation with… with… Elaine couldn't even bring herself now to admit what had happened to her with those dogs.

"Listen. It's the only place you can get that old man off guard. And that's what I've got to do. Just meet me in the lobby," Wanda said, hanging up before Elaine had a chance to say anything more.

"It was Wanda," Elaine sighed, placing the receiver gently back on the cradle and rolling over to her right side.

"And what's her problem?" Sam asked, obviously relieved that it wasn't another man.

"She's in trouble, Sam, and I've got to help her out," Elaine said, avoiding the young senator's eyes as she brushed his hands gently away from her boobs and rolled off the bed.

"A jam? What about me?" Sam asked in disbelief as Elaine scurried around the bedroom for her clothes.

"I have to go and pick her up. I can't explain right now," Elaine said as she pulled open a drawer, yanked out a bra, and flipped her huge tittles into the halter.

"I don't understand," Sam said, shaking his head slowly as he climbed out of the bed. "I can imagine the kind of jam Wanda gets into," he said sourly as he pulled on his socks and glared hotly at Elaine.

"Oh, Sam. Please believe me. Wanda's lot in that kind of trouble. I'm not going to meet her for some kind of sex encounter," Elaine said, hoping to God that sex wasn't involved in this. She and Sam had shared such a beautiful experience together. Elaine didn't want anything to mar the memory of it.

"Sorry, babe. It's just that Wanda's got a reputation around town," Sam said, bending down and pulling up his jockey shorts over his long, hanging cock.

"She's not all that bad," Elaine said, wishing that she could drop to her knees and tongue that hefty dangler back up to full stiffness.

"Maybe not. Maybe I'm being unfair to her," Sam said, dressing and combing his hair in the full-length closet mirror. "She may be just the girl-next-door type if given half a chance," Sam said quietly.

I hope to God not, Elaine thought to herself as she got ready to leave. She had a feeling that Wanda was going to need all her jaded experience to solve the problem of Peter Kuhns.

"Right on time!" Wanda said, getting up from the large green leather circular sofa in the centre of the hotel lobby. Elaine had just pushed the door into the brightly lit room and spotted her friend. "Wanda, what are you planning?" Elaine began. "Shhhhh!" the brunette warned, putting her right forefinger up to her lips. "Kuhns is upstairs, waiting for you?" Wanda whispered to the woman as she pulled her steadily towards the long battery of elevators.

"What?" Elaine cried out, planting her feet firmly on the tiled floor.

"You've got to go up there!" Wanda instead, reaching over and pressing the 'up' button.

"I'm not going up to that-that pervert!" Elaine insisted as she looked into Wanda's eyes with horror.

"You've got to play along, Elaine – he wouldn't listen to me. I even tried letting him fuck me in the ass – his favourite," Wanda groaned as she rolled her eyes to the top of her head.

"Oh, Wanda!" Elaine cried out as she covered her mouth with her right hand in disbelief.

"Never mind that!" the brunette said, brushing her hand in front of her I as if to drive away something disgusting in front of her. "What counts is that it didn't work. So, I tried another move. Listen, the creep turns on when you fuck dogs," Wanda said softly as the elevator doors in front of them opened.

Elaine wanted to scream out something at the top of her lungs. Suddenly she realised what Wanda wanted her to do, and it sickened her! Elaine let the four people walk casually out of the elevator before she said anything.

"I swear, Wanda. I swear, I'm not going up there and – and do that disgusting thing with any, any – dog!" Elaine said, whispering the last word in her friend's ear.

Wanda put her right foot in the elevator door, keeping it open as she tried to convince Elaine.

"This town's a place where one favour deserves another. You've got to play along to get the old coot off-guard. He'll never get into the position I want unless he's worked up to a real fever-pitch. Lately, you're the only one who seems to do that. God knows why, but that's the way it's coming down," Wanda said as she glanced nervously over her left shoulder. The hotel night clerk was looking curiously at the two arguing women.

"Oh, God, he's sick!" Elaine groaned.

"We both know that. Anyway, that's beside the point. Here's my plan," Wanda said, whispering her idea to Elaine.

"Reporters? Photographers?" Elaine cried out. "Easy, honey. It's not the Times. Just a little smut mag that owes me a couple of favours. They'll jump in when you get old Kuhns in that position I told you about," Wanda said, winking slyly at her.

"But how-how?" Elaine asked as Wanda pushed her gently into the elevator.

"That, my dear, is up to you. Remember, get the hell out of the way so your mug doesn't get into the shot. I've got the keys to the apartment, so we can get in anytime we want. Just let us know, and we'll be ready," Wanda whispered as the elevator doors closed.

As the blonde rode up to the eighth floor, she wondered if she could pull it off. Kuhns disgusted her. Even the thought of the old man made her skin pucker and crawl with revulsion. As the doors opened and Elaine stepped out into the thickly carpeted hallway, she remembered that that sort of thing seemed to turn him on. Senator Kuhns liked to hear her scream against him. He liked the way she twisted in horror as the dog started to lick her snatch.

Well, girl, you're here, Elaine sighed as she squared her shoulders and knocked loudly at the door. She hoped that Wanda knew what she was doing.

"Elaine! Well, I'm glad Wanda was able to reach you," Peter said patronisingly as he opened the door and let her in.

"I see you're ready for me," Elaine said sourly as she noticed the panting black Doberman lying in front of the large living room couch.

"Remember her, Rex? Remember Elaine?" Peter asked in a high-pitched falsetto voice as he peeled the blonde's sheet raincoat of her shoulders.

The Doberman pricked up his ears when he caught sight of Elaine. His mouth dropped open and his long, pink tongue rolled out. Elaine felt her pussy shudder and ripple as the big dog sprang to his feet and trotted over to her.

"Look at that! A mistress and her dog," Peter said as Rex rubbed against Elaine's right leg and whimpered and whined loudly.

"Get to the point, Peter," Elaine said dryly as she moved quickly away from the leering senator. Even to be in the same room with him was enough to make her want to vomit.

"I just want to watch you enjoy yourself that's all," Peter said, grinning widely at her.

"You think I enjoy doing… doing that?" Elaine cried out, pointing a shaking finger at Rex. "You really think I get off on submitting myself to… to…" Elaine stopped. She realised she was giving the man exactly what he wanted. His eyes glazed over with lust as she stood in front of him, shaking with anger and humiliation.

"Go on, tell me more about how you hate it," he said, almost panting with excitement.

No. She might have to submit to the dog. But she wasn't about to give the old fart everything he wanted. She'd grit her teeth together and get through the whole humiliating scene somehow.

"You'll get your doggie act. And that's all," Elaine said quietly as she reached back and started to unzip her dress.