Chapter 8

Belinda blinked, surprised by that frantic baying from just outside the room. Curious, she slid from the bed, laying a slippery track in the wake of her sliding ass, and walked over to the window.

She gasped at what she saw.

Five big dogs were bounding and leaping about, slobbering and squirming--and every one of the excited brutes had a huge hard-on swinging under his loins!

It was a sight that thrilled Belinda, who had been having fond thoughts concerning bestiality, to the very core of her creamy cunt-hole, firing her fertile imagination. She was as horny in her mind as she was in her cunt, enchanted by the very idea of fucking and sucking with animals.

She had no doubts or qualms whatsoever, that uninhibited young lady. But there was a slight problem. Where could she fuck the brutes? She knew that the dogs would make a lot of noise when they fucked her. If she brought that horny pack into the room, they would probably wake her brother up. Belinda didn't mind at all if Tom knew that she had been fucking dogs, but was afraid that he might interrupt the action and banish the brutes, prude that he was. How frustrating to have all that doggy-cock available, only to have her silly brother prevent the pleasure.

For the same reason, she couldn't very well take them on in the courtyard. She didn't give a shit if the other guests saw her in canine coupling, but she knew that dogs were not allowed at the hotel and feared that management might interfere.

She glanced at sleeping Tom, grinning wickedly. Then she put a gown on. She had decided to rent another room and sneak the dogs in for a canine fuck.

Behind a locked door, she could enjoy all the dog-cocks to her cunt's content, and, if the manager beat upon the door, she would just ignore his prudish protests.

When she went out into the courtyard, all the dogs came to attention. She walked down to the office and they came trotting at her heels, whining pitifully and sniffing at her swinging ass.

She entered the office, closing the door to keep the dogs out, and approached the desk--then blinked and giggled at what she had discovered.

The desk clerk was sound asleep--passed out, in fact--in a chair behind the desk. His pants were open and his prick, all drenched and slimy, lay exposed. His right hand was soaking, as well, and it was obvious that the horny young man had jerked himself into oblivion.

She wondered if he had been thinking about her as he pumped his prick. She hoped so. She gazed at him for a few moments, tempted to kneel down and suck his cock, just to see if she could milk him off without disturbing his slumber--to give him a wet dream, as it were.

But now, with the dogs so eagerly waiting, she figured she had better take advantage of the opportunity. If the desk clerk was still asleep later, maybe she would drain him in his dreams-- but the dogs took precedence.

She bent down and tasted the desk clerk's prick, just for future reference, finding it wholesome. Then she quietly left the office and, with the pack whimpering behind her, looked for a vacant room.

She looked in several windows, seeking a unit that was obviously unoccupied. The dogs had fallen strangely silent as they flitted through the shadows at her heels. They were panting uncontrollably, but no longer bayed or howled. Like stalking wolves, they padded after Belinda.

The room adjacent to her own seemed vacant, the bed made and the towels clean and no sign of luggage. Feeling like a thief, Belinda tried the door. It opened and she entered, holding it back for the dogs.

The dogs hesitated, as if knowing they were not allowed in the premises, doggy instincts aroused as they gazed into the mysterious world of mankind. Belinda called softly, summoning the brutes. When they still hesitated, she opened her dressing gown and spread her thighs, releasing a deliciously perfumed flow.

A big, gray mongrel looking more like a bear than a dog advanced first. He came slinking through the doorway, moving stiff-legged around his looming cock. Encouraged by his initiative, the other four dogs entered the room one by one, spreading out and encircling Belinda.

She closed the door and regarded the pack, trembling at the prospect. When she had thought about fucking with animals, earlier, Belinda had assumed there would be only one beast and had wondered whether she should experience her first animal orgasm in her mouth or in her cunt. Now, with so much doggy-cock available, it was a moot point.

There was plenty of prick for all the varieties, enough to more than satisfy her mouth and her cunt, her hands--even her asshole, if she chose to get buggered. But now she had to decide which brute to take on first.

She dropped her dressing gown, letting it flutter to the floor. The gray brute thrust his jowls out, inhaling. He had been the boldest and, she figured, he deserved her attentions first. He obviously needed those attentions badly, as well, she saw, as she stared at his prick.

His cock-head was a huge slab of meat, pumping in and out from the end of his cock-stalk. His red cock-tip was frothy and a threat of pre-cum had slid down, a shimmering strand like the web of a spider spanning the gap between his piss-hole and the carpet. His enormously bloated balls held promise of plenty more where that came from.

Belinda sat on the edge of the bed. The dog slid up to her, haunches writhing. He thrust his muzzle into her juicy cunt, causing her to jump when his wet black nose tapped on her fiery clit.

She spread her cunt-lips open with both hands and the dog, needing no coaxing at all, began to slap his fat red tongue into her cunt-slot. Pussy-juice sprayed up into her blonde cunt-bush.

Belinda enjoyed his lapper for a few moments, then grasped him by the shaggy scruff of his brawny neck and dragged him up, so that his front paws were resting on the bed beside her hip. His cock thundered, aimed upward, dribbling more cum from the gaping cleft.

Leaning down, Belinda sniffed at his cock-head, moaning at the meaty pungency. She touched her nose right against his cock- knob, breathing in deeply, savoring the musky aroma of cock-meat and seepage.

Her head moved slightly, blonde hair tumbling, as she slid her nose over his slathered cock-slab. She held his balls, impressed by their size and weight, then moved her hand up to encircle his hairy cock-stalk. She frigged up and down an inch or so and his cock-head flared.

The dog yelped and humped desperately, shoving his prick through her fist.

Belinda was delighted by his frantic efforts to hump her human hand--but damned if she was going to let the horny brute spill his cum on a hand-job!

Her tongue came out, licking very lightly at his slimy cock- head, then she drew back for a moment relishing that first taste of doggy-jism. It was so delicious it made her eyes water.

Belinda had been looking forward to a mouthful of dog-cock anyhow, but now she realized that it was going to be even better than she had imagined, the succulence of his cock-meat and cum a taste treat and the act enhanced by the dog's bestial enthusiasm.

As the other dogs gathered around, sitting back on their haunches with their tongues hanging out and their pricks jutting up rampant and randy, Belinda began to slurp hungrily on the first animal's drooling cock-knob. Her tongue curled and fluttered as she laved all over his slick cock-meat.

The mongrel twisted his shaggy head down and licked at Belinda's cheek affectionately. She turned her face away from his prick for a moment and touched her tongue to his, then drew his meaty cock into her mouth and sucked on it, tasting the succulence of her own pussy-juice on the dog's tongue as she French-kissed the brute.

When she turned back to his cock, his cockknob seemed as big as a bunched fist in her face. She tongued it again, drooling and slobbering greedily.