Melanie fell into a set routine after that, for a while.

She continued to date men, getting fucked more often than notРbut never blowing them and never managing to have an orgasm when they fucked her. Then, after they had taken her home, she usually sucked the dog off while she finger-fucked herself to a climax.

It was not a particularly satisfying arrangement for her, although it suited the men and the terrior admirably. But Melanie was longing to get fucked to a climax.

She despaired of never meeting a man who could make her come.

And gradually she began to speculate on fucking the dog.

She thought about it for a long time, weighing the pros and cons, torn between the unholy urge and her inhibitions about the ultimate degradation of bestiality.

But she knew that she would love fucking a dog.

The very idea of having a dog's prick fucking in and out of her cunt was enough to make her pussy cream. The thought of how the dog would whimper and tremble as he fucked his cock into her cunt drove her to wild heights of desire.

One night she had a particularly bad fuck from a man.

He had taken her to a motel and when he undressed and she got a look at his cock, Melanie had high hopes. He had by far the largest prick she had ever encountered and his balls were big as melons, obviously full of spunk.

She spread her legs, trembling with hope as well as passion.

He mounted her and fucked his cock up her cunt.

His cock filled her to the brim and to the depths and Melanie thought that, at long last, she had found a man who could make her come! He took a fuck-stroke.

Then he stiffened and gripped her by the ass and took a second fierce fuck-stroke, growling as he did so – and shot his wad! Oh, no, the poor girl thought.

But, sure enough, he had come on the second fuck-stroke, and when he pulled his soaking prick out of her unsatisfied cunt, it had already started to go soft.