Actually, Karen had never been fucked by her dog, although she had often wondered what it would be like to have that big, hairy dog prick thundering up her cunthole. But she had coaxed the dumb brute into lapping her pussy a good many times. She loved to feel his big, nimble tongue slapping up her flooded cunt, and to cream on his black muzzle. In return, she enjoyed jerking the dog off as a reward, a sort of dog yummy. She loved to watch his thick spume hose from his naked red cockhead as her fist skimmed his prick. But that was as far as she had carried it, up to now.

Now Karen was kneeling in front of the couch, seething with need, so distraught that she wasn't even thinking about the willing and available dog. Damn that dirty premature ejaculator, she silently cursed. What a nasty trick to play on a girl! Shit, I should have at least made the bastard tongue-fuck me, she thought. But it was too late now. Tony was already gone, and anyhow, Karen was more in the mood for cock than she was for head – which was probably why she hadn't yet thought about calling for Rover.

She gazed down at her cum-drenched tits and belly. Her cunt felt like a glowing ember between her thighs. Pussy nectar was pouring out, mixing with Tony's wasted jism in her lathered crotch and down her legs. She considered going back to the singles bar and getting picked up by some other guy, but she knew that would take time – too much time to suit her at the moment. The only thing she could do now, she guessed, was to take the immediate pressure off by giving her cunt a good finger-fucking. Then, partially relieved, she could go out and look for some more prick.

She ran her hands up her belly and cupped her tits, scooping up the lathery fuckjuice. She brought her hands up to her mouth and lapped the slime up like a cat at a cream bowl. Even delivered by hand, Tony's cum was yummy, and she trembled at the thought of gulping a load straight out of his prick.