Sam humped again and again. His prick slammed deep to jar her senses, withdrew halfway, then he fucked even deeper. His hard cock-strokes took her breath away.
"I can't take much more!" she cried, her face strained, her voice trembling. "Aaagh I'm coming! I'm coming!" She shook all over as her cunt juices erupted and flooded the animal's groin.
Then the animal came and filled her cunt hole with hot jizz. Becky gasped and groaned and shook spasmodically as she enjoyed both her own orgasm and the dog's. His hot cum felt wonderful to her.
"I'm so glad," Sally said to herself. "Another happy customer."
CHAPTER THREE
Ruth Ann was Sally's only other customer this morning. As requested, Sally arrived at the woman's house with two dogs: a golden retriever and a Saint Bernard. Sally thought the woman was being a bit greedy by asking for two animals, but so long as she was paying double, the young girl wasn't going to turn her down.
"One dog just can't satisfy me," said Ruth Ann, feeling a need to explain. "You see, I'm a nymphomaniac. Been one for as long as I can remember. I just can't get enough fucking. I wore out three husbands already and I'm only thirty years old. I fuck men every chance I get, but I'm also fond of dogs. I could fuck a dozen of them a day if I could get my hands on that many. I often dream of owning my own kennel. Then I could really have a good time. But until that day comes, I suppose I'll have to depend on you and your dogs."
"You certainly can depend on me," said Sally. "My dogs love to fuck. You'll get your money's worth, don't worry." The petite brunette standing before her didn't look like such a hot-fucking tigress – but what did Sally know? "Do you want both dogs together, or one at a time?"