I touched up the make up, knowing it made me look cheap, it was an effect I wanted and to help with the personality flip, had bought the smallest black number I could find with the lowest neckline and the shortest route to my cunt. I was going to get laid tonight come what may and I wasn’t that particular about who it was going to be either, just so long as he was breathing and had a cock that worked.
I pulled on my new diamante thong over my ass, feeling the string nestle between but cheeks. Where the gusset and the thong joined was a thickness that rubbed seductively against the base of my pussy. Jesus, I was already wet and I hadn’t even gotten in the cab yet. God help whomever I should meet tonight, his balls are going to shrivel before I let him go.
Checking my purse, eyes and hair, I closed the apartment door and exited out onto the street. A Yellow had been waiting for me, the driver already tapping his watch, but hey, screw him, the price was fixed, so he could just go and blow me for the difference. He drove like a fucking lunatic through the dark wet streets and it was with a sense of relief that we eventually pulled up in a squeal of rubber outside “Luke’s”.
I used to party here before Deacon showed up, God rot his cock, I used to party here with my friends on Saturday nights, but he changed all that and then, drove them all away with his smartass mouth. I flipped the driver the bird, he had already been paid by the controller, but was looking for a tip. The only tip he was going to get from me was lessons in social etiquette and driving courses.
“Luke’s” had changed, well at least the décor had. The layout was basically the same, but lighting had been introduced along with a zillion speakers all on full blast. I think the ear shattering music was called grunge or house or some shit like that, not to my taste. I decided to down one vodka and anything with ice and see if I could find a more acceptable hunting ground. God, was I so out of touch in the last few years? Had it all changed so much? Or was I just older? Even the barkeep was spotty and several years younger than me. Little creep perved on my tits as I made my order, so I jiggled them and told him to make it a large one, with the emphasis on large. He got the message and filled a tumbler with vodka and dripped some blue syrup as a mixer; just how I like my vodka.
Glass in hand, I scoped the dance floor and immediately felt ancient. These were kids that gyrated in disjointed patterns. Some little bastard pinched my ass and was just about to get the standard issue back of the palm under the nose treatment that always resulted in lots of blood and a satisfying crunch; when he went down as if pole axed. I hadn’t noticed the guy who just saved the kid from a busted nose before. He smiled as he stepped over the prostrate kid and took my arm, leading me to the end of the bar and a quieter corner.
I finished my drink while appraising him over the rim of the glass and deciding he would more than do for the purposes of tonight’s escapade. A white tee shirt struggled to hold all of his tanned and muscular body in and his blue jeans revealed a tight ass. Typical Californian beach jockey I thought and testosterone fuelled; perfect.
He bought me another drink and we struggled to make conversation, getting really only as far as exchanging names. Then he lightly grasped my elbow and tossed his head towards the exit by way of invitation to go someplace else. I wasn’t about to argue. The music was cut as if by a knife when the doors closed and we found ourselves outside, like stepping from one world into another. Another bar and another two lines in the john had me mellowing. John was kinda cute in a masculine way and his offer of coffee came at the right time. We laughed when he told me about his dog Cujo and I asked if that wasn’t the one that ate people in the film. He almost creased when he told me he only ate pussy. I guessed it was his favourite line.
We fell through his apartment door, kicking it shut and ripping clothes off all at the same time. The mixture of coke and vodka had done their combined magic, rendering me as horny as all hell and back. At least he had the good grace to fold my dress and whistle his appreciation of the thong before locking his mouth over mine and kneading my tits as if tuning in his audio system. But, do you know what? I could care less how he treated me. He had permission to use me like the tramp I looked like, fuck me into the ground and then do it all over again. I was here to be used and wanted it more than anything.
Jesus, but he had a large cock and his fingers had my cunt creaming from the first minute. In what seemed like no time at all, I was impaled on him and riding an orgasm straight down the stretch. His leather sofa was cold on my back, but I hardly noticed, my own internal heating had been turned up to full and this guy was getting three years of pent up desperation in one go. Suddenly, he got up, the mongrel, leaving me crawling over the ceiling, and then his fucking dog comes into the room and sits down like some voyeur in the middle of the room.
John, bless him, got those fingers going again and then started on my tits at the same time. I’m a sucker for that; two centres of operation simultaneously, brings me off in record time. John had two or three fingers frigging my soaked twat, but the damage was being done by his thumb as it pressed and rubbed my clit. A crashing orgasm was well under way when the weirdest thing happened. A cold wet nose shoved John’s fingers away to be replaced by a hot, very hot tongue that rasped over my lips and hit the panic button dead centre. Then the action was repeated and I was passed the point of return. The dogs tongue fucked me inside out in rapid strokes that had me gasping and then, God almighty! I climaxed like I had never ever before. The poor animal’s head was trapped between my thighs as I went through orgasm and into climax, soaking everything in a rush of come. The pleasure and feeling the dog was giving me was too much all at once and I don’t know, but the next thing was I found myself on the floor, twitching and shivering like I was connected to the electricity supply. I’ve had many orgasms in many different ways and situations, but I ain’t ever felt anything like that before. It was like death and birth all in a single moment.
John asked me if I was alright and I guess I said I was. Somehow I found his cock in my hand as the tremors subsided. It took me some time to regain control and I wanted to reward John for showing me this experience, so I did the natural thing any self respecting whore would do, I turned over and sucked that lovely cock of his straight into my mouth. I was getting into it as well, setting up a nice rhythm, allowing his head to get deeper with every nod. I was going to blow him straight into my guts if I could.
I wasn’t prepared for the next action though. Dammed dog jumped me and before I could properly react, he had what felt like a cucumber rammed in my twat. Worse, it withdrew partially before being rammed straight back in and then fucked me in a blur of speed and force. Jesus! But, it was so fucking big, and then dammed me if it didn’t start to thicken, causing all kinds of sensations as it pummeled into my cunt.
Fucking hell Abigail I heard John shout, but I was too far gone to worry about words, just the primeval need to mate. His cock went further than I had intended into my throat, but it didn’t matter too much because he couldn’t last and his spunk liberally coated my esophagus. The dog had slowed down now, his thrust shorter and deeper. I could feel his knot splitting my walls open and I wanted his come deep inside. His paws had cut ribbons into my sides in his haste to fuck me, but that too hardly mattered. John’s semen leaked onto the floor as I put my head down and shoved back on the dogs cock with all my being.
Something happened then, like a blossoming, a flower opening, because Cujo entered a place I didn’t know existed in my body. As soon as he found it, his scalding come bloomed inside me, filling my guts with a warmth and glow of mutual release. I came around his bulb as he shot copious dog come deep inside me. Then, his completion attained, he sort of slid from my body, his short hair rasping on the base of my spine and his cock crating a vacuum that felt as if my insides were being drawn out through my hole. The beautiful dog then did something no man had ever done for me, he cleaned my bruised labia of his and my fluids, taking care to get every last bit. The sensation was soothing rather than sexual and I fell in love with the animal then and there. I stayed the night with John and ate breakfast with him in the morning. Cujo, it seemed, was not a morning dog. I missed him as I said my farewells. John had my number and I hoped he would call me some time.
I took my sore and battered fanny home and gave it the pleasure of a long soak in a hot bath.
