David Crane - Barbara_s kennel orgy

Barbara Graves could hear the sounds of hammering and sawing from the back garden, and knew that the carpenter she had hired was busily at work constructing the dog kennels in which she intended to board dogs while their owners were on vacation. She had already advertised in the newspapers and was eagerly waiting for her first customer to phone. She expected a good response to her ad, because she wasnt charging very much at all, offering a real bargain.

Barbara had her own reasons for going into the dog-boarding business, and money was the least of her concerns. In her mid-twenties, Barbara had inherited the big house and a substantial income, and whatever work she chose to do was a labor of love.

Literally-she loved dogs.

Barbara had never married, although she was a gorgeous girl who had had plenty of offers. She had never wanted to tie herself down to one man and, knowing full well she would cheat on a husband, she didnt think it was fair to marry a guy-nor did she want the inconvenience of having to cheat on the side instead of being a free agent and getting her love where and when she liked.

And Barbara liked her love in all forms and species.

Barbara hadnt dressed yet and, wearing only a frilly negligee, she wandered over to the window and looked out to check on the progress of the kennel builder, wanting to make sure that accommodation was ready when her first boarder arrived.

Jake, the carpenter, was stripped to the waist. His lean torso glistened with sweat as he hammered away at his task. There was something quite erotic about watching that hammer rise and fall, thought Barbara, who found lots of things erotic.

She wondered if she should fuck Jake as a bonus.

Watching his muscles, ripple, she figured it might well prove to be a bonus for them both. She was tempted to call him in and seduce him. But she didnt want to interrupt his work, and with a little shrug, she turned back from the window.

Her deep cleavage showed at the top of the frilly gown and, as she walked, her long, shapely thighs emerged. Her full hips swung provocatively, tantalizingly, although there was no one in the house to tantalize at the moment-except for her big, shaggy, black mongrel dog, Thor, who was curled up, sleeping, in the corner.

Barbara had golden-blonde hair that she wore long, framing a lovely face atop a spectacular body. Her tits were full and thrusting, and capped by ever-stiff tips. Her waist was tiny, and her ass and hips swept out in voluptuous abandon.

She was usually feeling horny, which added a glow to her face and a suggestive rhythm to her movements. She was horn at that moment, too.

She curled gracefully into a chair beside the peacefully slumbering mongrel.

She crossed her long, sleek legs and, as she did so, the heated aroma of her aroused pussy drifted out. Barbara sniffed and smiled. If her musky fragrance registered so strongly on her own senses, she could just imagine how it must affect the far more sensitive nostrils of an animal, how exciting and compelling it must be. But Barbara didnt really have to use much imagination on that score-she knew it for a fact having turned more than one male beast on.

As if to verify her thoughts, Thors nose twitched and he stirred in his sleep.

Was the doggy dreaming about chasing bunny rabbits? she wondered, or dreaming about some hotter and juicier quarry?

Poor old Thor, she thought. Youre just a mongrel. Will you resent having lots of pedigreed doggies staying here? But she giggled at the idea.

She stretched out one long leg and languidly rubbed her toes against the mongrels flank.

Thor opened his eyes and blinked, then raised his head. The scent of Barbaras simmering cunt was becoming more noticeable and the doggy sniffed and whined.

Think I need a fuck, do you, boy? she said.

Does your nose tell you my pussy is hot?

Thor cocked his big blunt head as if he was trying to comprehend the meaning of her words. He looked so humanly inquisitive that Barbara giggled. She had often wondered just how much the dog understood of human conversation and emotion.

But having already made up her mind to give the carpenter a fuck, Barbara didnt feel in the mood to get fucked by the dog at the moment. That didnt mean that she couldnt fool around with him a bit, however, as she got even hotter for carpenter cock.

Her toes slid up his muzzle and she parted her thighs wider, letting her fragrance pour from her crotch. Thors black snout rippled and his shaggy flanks began to heave.

Inspired by the aroma of her hot pussy, his big prick began to poke out from his loins, lengthening and thickening. Barbara, always fascinated by a dogs emerging erection, gazed at his cock. The angry red tip of his elongated cockhead appeared. Then all of his fat slab of naked cockmeat came squeezing out from his hairy black sheath, while at the other end, his balls began to swell with a load of dog jism. His long wet tongue lolled out from his jaw.

Barbara opened her negligee and arched her slender back, pushing her gently rounded belly out. She ran an open hand down her stomach, then caressed her flank. Cupping her cunt bush in her palm, she dipped her fingers into her groin, shuddering as they made contact with her throbbing clit.

Thor woofed with enthusiasm, drinking in her delightfully scented arousal with greedy nostrils.

Barbara fingered her pussy lips apart, shuddering at the sensation as her clit expanded. She ran her fingertips up her unpeeled pussy folds and flicked them against her clit. Her nugget of lust felt like a stick of dynamite ready to go off.

Bringing her hand up to her lips, Barbara licked at her sticky fingers, then pushed them into her mouth and sucked, thrilled by the delicious flavor and aroma of her own cunt juice. Barbara, among other things, enjoyed sucking cunt.

She had often wished that she were nimble enough to go down on herself and eat her own pussy out, getting both ends of the pleasure at the same time. She had tried, but failed, her hot tongue just reaching her cunt mound but falling frustratingly short of the target of her clit. But there Were always plenty of other girls willing to give head and pussy and, of course, there was Thor.

The dog was gazing at his mistress in canine wonderment, his head bobbing up and down and his long tongue starting to slobber heavily in anticipation of that succulent dog yummy.

Barbara moved her hand up and down, scooping up cunt-cream and then licking it from her fingers. She rolled her nipples in her other hand, shuddering as the sensations exploded. Her whole body was responsive to arousal, and her fit-tips and her tongue got as hot as her clit. She began to alternate hands now, fingering her pussy with one while she lapped up her cunt seepage from the other. Her hands dipped into her crotch wet with saliva and came back to her lips drenched with pussy nectar.

She shuddered, almost climaxing. But that would be a dreadful waste, she figured. With a cunt-hungry doggy drooling at her feet, why give herself a hand job?

She slid down to the edge of the chair, her ass perched on the rim and her long, smooth legs extended, widespread, along the floor. She tilted her fragrant groin upward.

Come and get it, Thor, she purred.

Thor got to his feet awkwardly, the enormous lever of his cock hindering his movements. He stood stiff-legged astride his prick and bowlegged around his bloated balls.

Dog food, boy-lap it up! she whispered.

The horny, hungry brute needed no further invitation. He moved in and licked at the flesh of her inner thigh, slurping up a trickle of pussyjuice that had run down her leg. He whimpered, lapping higher, gathering up the overflow as his head neared the source.