Kathy's dog act

CHAPTER SEVEN

"I don't understand why you want to wash your hair now," Helen said as she came in with a set of bath towels.

"Never mind," Kathy said as she grabbed the towels and ushered the wardrobe mistress out of her dressing room. "I'm just a little tired and dirty," Kathy said without explaining, she gently pushed the woman out into the hall.

"Actresses! I'll never understand them," Helen said disgustedly and then walked away.

"Thank God!" Kathy said, throwing off her hat and stepping to the sink. She felt the warm water run through her hair, rinsing out the sticky jizz.

"That damned dog," Kathy muttered as she turned off the water and toweled her hair dry. Then she thought of what happened, there she was, on stage with a troop of professional actors, jacking off a dog in the rear of the set with everyone supposedly watching what was going on. She leaned against the sink and put her hands up to her mouth, trying suppress her amusement.

Well, if the play's a flop, I can go down on my hands and knees and give doggie fuck-acts, Kathy thought.

Then she heard something pawing against her door.

"Come in. It's open," Kathy called as she threw the towel over her damp hair to give it a final rub-down. "I said come in," Kathy shouted. "Damn!" she mumbled under her breath and walked briskly to the door and threw it open.

"I said you could – ohhhh!" Kathy cried in surprise. Saber was standing at the door and panting rapidly as he looked up at the blonde and barked.

"So, you decided to take up my proposition, huh, boy," Kathy cooed as she kneeled down and rubbed the big dog's hairy neck. "Well I don't see anybody watching us," Kathy said as she looked carefully up and down the hall, "They're not going to start blocking out the second scene for another hour yet. Why don't we kill some time," Kathy said, letting the dog in.

"Okay, boy, we'll make it quick. I've got to go over some lines," Kathy said as she jumped onto the couch in her dressing room and hiked up her costume exposing hr pantyless crotch.

"Come here!" Kathy called out as she spread her knees apart. She moved her hand slowly across her belly, rubbing her hot skin gently before she slid them toward her sucking snatch. Slowly Kathy slid her hand down to her cunt-lips. She rubbed the red, rubbery membranes, moaning softly. A tiny trickle of hot pussy juice oozed out from between the swelling labes. At once Saber leaped forward, jumping on the couch and barking as he pushed his snout hard against her crotch to sniff at her flowing juice.

"Ummmm, Saber!Oh, g-g-gaaawwdd, fuck Kathy!" she cried as she felt her nipples tighten. The sheep dog moved back a few inches as if he were hesitating.

"What are you waiting for? Shit, fuck me!" Kathy moaned as she banged her ass angrily up and down on the groaning couch. The dog barked playfully, then jumped off the couch and started running around the room.

"Get up here! Ohhh, get up h-h-here!" Kathy shrieked as she felt her pussy sucking and rubbing and throbbing with each stroke she gave it.

But the sheep dog seemed to want to play games. He jumped up on the couch, sniffed at her throbbing snatch, gave her pussy hairs a tentative lick, then jumped off and ran crazily around her dressing room again.

"Fuck me, you bastard!" Kathy shrieked in frustration as she pinched her throbbing clit between her thumb and forefinger.

The animal seemed to sense her sudden desperation. Saber stopped his playing and leaped onto the couch, ready to do business with Kathy.

"That's it boy!" Kathy cried, jerking back at the first tongue contact. But she didn't want to startle or play games with the animal any more. She stroked his head coaxing him forward as he licked her swollen labes. Saber lapped up the cunt-juice that oozed down her thighs. Gradually Kathy felt his tongue dig deeper and deeper into her snatch as she tried to move the animal's head up to her itching, aching clit.

"Aiyeee!" the blonde screamed as Saber's long, rough tongue finally sanded across the red, sparking tip of her tiny organ. Her body bucked with excitement as she felt his hot tongue slide across the sensitive knob again and again. He seemed to know what she wanted as he dug, probed and sloshed into Kathy's twitching snatch.

"Ohhhh, Saber. Do it again!" Kathy moaned, sliding her hands up to her tits and squeezing them, trying to relieve the tension and pain that racked her taut nipples.

Saber continued to drive his tongue into her slit harder and deeper, scraping the top of her sensitive clit and sending her into a delirium of ecstasy.

"Ohhhh goood! Boy, good boy!" Kathy cried, wrapping her thighs around the dog's head tightly. She wanted to come. She wanted to feel her body explode in climax as the dog lapped away at her swollen clit.

"Lick it, baby. Oh, shit, oh yessss, lick it," Kathy groaned as she felt herself propelled violently toward climax. Kathy knew that she was about to slam into an orgasm any second. The dog seemed to sense her growing need too. He began to lick more furiously, sloshing his tongue noisily in and out of her twitching cunt. He slid it across her banging ass-cheeks, occasionally poking it into her shitter as Kathy writhed and thrashed on the couch. She mashed in her nipples as she dug her head into the cushions and slammed her spit-dripping cunt high in the air against Saber's spearing tongue.

"Oooh!" Kathy screamed as she felt the first searing spasm blow over her throbbing clit. "FUCKIN' JEEESUS!" Kathy shrieked, driving her fingers deep into the cushions as the orgasm began to overwhelm her. It sent shocks of pleasure to her clit and down to her ass-hole. Her body bucked and thrashed as she threw her snatch up to the dog's face. Her smooth, white ass slid and slammed up and down as the sheep dog growled with satisfaction.

"Ohhhh," Kathy finally moaned, reaching for Saber. She wanted to cuddle his furry head in her arms next to her swollen tits.

"Good dog! Maybe later Kathy'll take care of that cock for you again," she said, noticing that the animal's prick as stiff and banging against her raised ass-cheeks.

"Kathy? Kathy honey. It's Connie," a voice called sweetly from behind the locked dressing room door.

"Connie! Oh, just a minute," Kathy said, throwing her legs down quickly and jumping off the couch. She didn't have anything to hide from the brunette. But Connie had a smirking, know-it-all attitude that made her uncomfortable. If she saw Saber in the same room with Kathy, it wouldn't take Connie too long to figure out what had been going on a few minutes earlier. Then there'd be that sly smile and wink. Kathy didn't have anything to fear from Connie. It was just that she didn't enjoy being uncomfortable all the time.

"Come on, boy," Kathy said, dragging the sheep dog into the closet. "Now, damn it, be quiet, and I'll give you all the snatch you want later."

Thank God! Kathy thought as she closed the closet door and brushed back her hair. "Connie, what a pleasant surprise. I thought you'd left the theatre," Kathy chirped as she let Connie in.

"I did, but decided to come back and congratulate you personally. You're really quite an actress and – my, whatever IS that smell in here?" Connie said slyly as she poked up her nose and took in a good whiff of the heavy musky air.

"Oh, probably the old clothes stored in here," Kathy said, trying to hide the blush growing on her face. She should have known better. Trying to hide the odor of vaporized snatch juice from Connie was impossible.

"Mmmm, those old actresses must have carried on in their costumes rather regularly," Connie said under her breath as she strolled up to the couch and noticed a large wet spot in the middle of the center cushion. "Perspiration from your studying?" she asked as she pushed her right forefinger up against the wet spot, then brought it up and tasted it. "Ummm. If anyone knows the taste of snatch juice, honey, Connie does. Now, what was going on in here?"

"Well, oh hell. I was bringing myself off," Kathy lied.

"Somehow, that just doesn't hold water," Connie said as she looked around the room.

"Nobody home," Kathy said, laughing nervously, as she started for the door to let Connie out.

"Aha! The closet! I should have known that you'd sneak one in there. What's burrowed behind all those costumes – my ever faithful husband?" Connie asked sarcastically as she ran to the closet door and threw it open.

"Oh God!" Kathy groaned as the dog jumped up.

"Ohhhh!" the brunette cried, startled at the sudden attack. Then Saber started licking her face, and the woman broke out into laughter.

"So, now you know what happened," Kathy said with her hands on her hips.

"Not exactly. But I've got an idea. You don't have to hide anything from me. You forget what happened on the stage a little earlier."

"I-I just feel a little uncomfortable with so many people knowing," Kathy stammered.

"Honey, it's only me knowing." Connie said, getting to her feet. But Kathy really didn't trust Connie.

"I'm sorry," Kathy said softly as she felt Connie wrap her arms around her waist. God, does she want to lick my snatch again? She wondered.

"Come on. Let's take care of the dog again," Connie said, winking slyly at Kathy.

"But I just came with him," Kathy said, wondering how she could get Connie out of her room.

"Doesn't matter," Connie said, reaching behind her neck and unzipping her dress. "You're cunt's like a machine. I think I told you that before I can spot pussies like that a mile away, honey."

"I'm not a slut!" Kathy said, a little offended by Connie's candid remark.

"I'm not saying that, baby," Connie said as she pulled her dress over her head. "If anything, I'm the slut. I don't have a snatch that craves cock-meat like yours does. If I fuck, generally it's to get something – money, power, control. That's being a slut," Connie kicked off her high heels and slid her sheer pink panties to the floor.

"But can't stay in this room all day," Kathy said as she watched Connie whip off her bra and climb onto the couch.

"Nobody's asking you to tie yourself to the bed," Connie said as she parted the cushion in front of her. "Up here, boy. Connie's got an itch that needs some scratchin'," the brunette said she traced her fingertips lightly over the tops of brown-black cunt hair.

"I'll bet that dogs are about the only thing that turn you on," Kathy said suddenly.

Connie stopped her finger-tickling for a second, and stared harshly at Kathy.

"Maybe when you're a little more experienced in the world, you'll find out what I have. Men are a disappointment for the most part."

"I don't think so," Kathy interrupted.

"Let me finish!" Connie said angrily. "Some are good in the sack, some aren't. But in the long run, they all ride roughshod over women. But a dog or another broad – well, they take care of your cunt just as well, and without all the fuss and bother men make out of a screwing," Connie said.

"I don't agree at all," Kathy countered, feeling her tits tingle and her pussy quiver as she watched Connie's rubbery cunt-lips swell and redden with excitement.

"That's your bag," Connie said, shrugging her shoulders as she wriggled her hot pussy in front of Saber. "As for me, I'll stick with our furry friends and bodies with tits."

Kathy watched as Connie banged her ass up down on the couch. It was a signal to the dog.

"Come on, you stupid sonofabitch! Get up here and start tonguing' my hot clit!" Connie cried as she raised her hot gash high into the air.

Kathy licked her lips. She hated to admit it, but she was turned on by the sight of Connie's exposed cunt. She wanted to open her mouth and tongue the smooth, stretched hot pussy membranes while she strummed and pinched the brunette's throbbing clit.

"God!" Connie cried as Saber burrowed his muzzle deep into her sucking snatch. She threw her arms into the air, then clamped her fingers tightly against the sheep dog's head and drove him in and out of her pussy like a big, hairy dildo.

"Shit!" Kathy cried out, feeling her nipples swell and scratch against her costume. Pussy juice bubbled out from between her quivering, puffy labes as she became more aroused.

Suddenly there was a knocking at the door.

"Kath? Kathy, you in there?"

"Shit! It's my husband!" Connie whispered anxiously as she shot up from the couch.

"Oh, my God!" Kathy whispered back, realizing that there wasn't enough time to get Connie dressed. "Does he know about you?"

"I don't know. Guess so," Connie shrugged.

"That's not good enough," Kathy hissed as she pulled Connie off the couch and pushed her toward the closet. "I'm not going to have a husband-wife confrontation scene in my dressing room. Especially with that damned dog in here," Kathy said as she shoved Connie and the animal into the closet.

"If you have any more visitors, you'll have to find somewhere else put them," Connie mused as Kathy closed the door.

"Funny lady," Kathy shot back.

"A few more people and we can play gin," Connie called out from behind the door.

"Quiet!" Kathy called out just before she opened the door.

"Why should I be quiet?" Bob asked as he walked into the room with her pile of clothes.

"Ohhh, nothing. I was just practicing my lines," Kathy said nervously.

"That's what I like about you, Kathy." Bob said as he placed her clothes down on the damp couch. "You're one of the few people here who take this stage work seriously enough to work at it."

Kathy smiled, pleased that Bob liked her performance. She would have loved to hear more, but she remembered Connie and Saber packed into the closet. She could talk to Bob later about her career. Right now, all she could think about was getting him out of the room.

"Thanks, Bob. Now you'll have to leave so can study my lines and keep you proud of me," Kathy said as she took him gently by the arm and led him to the door.

"Why? We've got plenty of time for that later. Right now, why don't we try out some scenes from a different play, like Oh, Calcutta!" Bob said as he slammed the door shut and grabbed her around the waist.

"Oh, God, don't!" Kathy said, stricken with horror. Connie wouldn't stay packed in that closet for long if Bob continued to make a pass at her. Kathy knew that the brunette was jealous of her husband. Anything that remotely resembled fucking would bring her screeching out of the closet.

"Come on, baby," Bob moaned as he moved his hands up to her tits.

"Oh, Bob. Stop that kidding!" Kathy said in a loud voice as she tore herself free from him and backed against the couch.

"Kidding? You weren't kidding when Pete and I fucked you this morning," Bob said as her eyes opened wide in surprise. "Now you're suddenly playing the virgin."

"Ohhhh!" Kathy groaned, covering her eyes as she saw the closet door fly open.

"Connie!"

"Bob!"

"Well, I think we've all had our little say," Connie said, kneeling down and stroking the big dog's throat.

"What were you doing in there?" Bob asked nervously, pointing his finger at the closet.

"What do you think? I was keeping the dog company," Connie said, shrugging at her bewildered husband.

"What was the dog doing in there then?" Bob asked Kathy who had sat down on the couch.

"I couldn't think of anywhere else to put him when your wife came in," Kathy said simply.

"What!" Bob asked in surprise.

"You'll have to excuse my husband. He's a simple man. A stud, maybe, but still simple," Connie said sarcastically, smiling coldly at Bob.

"I don't understand," Bob said.

"See?" Connie murmured, smiling broadly at Kathy.

"Look. It's getting a little crowded in here," Kathy said. "I think we'd better make some kind of general explanation around this room."

"Oh, goody. It's the truth game. Kathy, you go first. I'm sure you've got a story that'll blow my hubby's mind, won't it, honey pot?" Connie said, watching Bob's expression.

Kathy sighed deeply, then started to tell Bob what had happened in the room. She told him about the dog scenes she'd had with the Dane, Saber and Connie, and Saber alone. Bob seemed to reel under the explanation.

"Well, you certainly managed to spill the whole kettle of beans, darling," Connie said, visibly shaken by Kathy's total revelation. "Now, what about that little episode on stage with you and Bob and Pete I just heard about?"

Kathy decided that since she'd gone this far, she might as well tell the whole story.

"My, my, my," Connie said when Kathy had finished. "She's just been in the stage for two days, and she's done enough to make Elizabeth Taylor and Zsa Zsa Gabor envious."

"Listen, Connie. I don't know what's between you and your husband – that is, if there is anything between you two any more. But I'm not going to be caught the middle. If you've got marriage problems, solve them on your own. I've got a part to learn right now, and a husband at home who I'm happy with, in spite of how it might look," Kathy stated.

"Come on, babe. Let's bury the hatchet," Bob finally said to his wife.

"In your throat," Connie hissed between her teeth.

"Oh, God!" Kathy groaned. Wouldn't they ever get out?

"Look. Maybe our marriage isn't the best in the world but you know I've got to have variety just like you do. I don't bother you in what I want, even if it is a little, uh, exotic. So, I can't see why what I do should bother you," Bob said.

"Oh shit, what's to bother about anyway?" Connie said disgustedly as she continued to stroke the animal's throat. Kathy could see that brunette wasn't moved by her husband's argument. But at least the threat of a marital explosion, right under her nose had been stopped for a while.

"My lines?" Kathy said after several seconds of painful silence passed.

"Fuck your lines," Connie said.

"How about fucking Kathy?" Bob suggested.

"For once, I think you've got a good idea," Connie said, arching her eyebrows and looking it hotly at the blonde.

"What? All of you?"

"And don't forget doggie here. I'm sure we can find a hole for him to plug somewhere." Connie said, running her hand down from the sheep dog's throat over his belly to his sheathed cock.

"Why not?" Bob said, flipping the lock on the door as he started to unzip his trousers.