"Okay, okay, let's get going!"

Kathy swallowed hard again, then got down on her knees and started reading her lines, reaching up and stroking the big dog's head as she spoke. She tried to get back into her part, but it was impossible. The sensation of the Dane's warm, short stiff hair against her slender fingers was making her nipples hard and stiff. Her panty-crotch was damp and her knees were beginning to tremble in excitement. Kathy couldn't believe that the dog was making her pussy steam up like that. She'd heard of women getting fucked by dogs and donkeys, and had always thought that they were a little sick. But here she was, on center stage, stroking a Great Dane and juicing like a teenage sexpot.

"Shit! What the fuck's going on?" she heard the producer scream out from the auditorium. Kathy kept reciting her lines as she heard some murmuring start up behind her.

"Kathy, stop petting the dog!" Pete whispered from the left wing.

Kathy flashed him a quick glance and saw that he was pointing at the Dane's cock. She looked down, and saw that the dog's prick was fully out of its sheath now, red and glistening red twitching angrily in the air. She felt her face flush with embarrassment and excitement as she tried to continue with her reading.

Suddenly the Dane lurched forward slightly, pushing her down onto the stage.

"Get him off her! He's gone crazy," Pete screamed out from the wings.

"NO!" Kathy shrieked as her legs flew up in the air. She closed her eyes and clenched her fists, beating at the dog's hunching chest as the stagehands ran out from the wings and tried to pull the Dane off her.

"Christ! What kind of dog did you get?" the producer shouted as Kathy felt the pointed tip of the Dane's prick bang against her soaked panty-crotch. She struggled under the animal, but felt her pussy tremble, quiver and contract with excitement every time the dog's cock-head slammed against her puffy cunt-lips.