The Dog-Fuck Cult : Mutts Breed Sluts 18 (Bestiality Dog Sex Animal Sex Knotting Erotica)

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Betsi Ality

Taboo Inc.

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The Dog-Fuck Cult : Mutts Breed Sluts 18 (Bestiality Dog Sex Animal Sex Knotting Erotica)

di

Betsi Ality

Taboo Inc.

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A secret cult of dog-fuck-lovers had been my home for a while now.  The gals and I would put on shows for the baying patrons, playing with our dogs while they watched on, screaming raucously and touching themselves as they did so.
This time though I had something special in store and we’d sold tickets to the event especially for this.  That night I wouldn’t waste Rufus’s seed on my face or the floor—oh no.  That night I was going to let him fill my pussy with it.  Roll up, roll up!  Come see the whore get filled with hot dog spunk!

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I took a deep breath and looked at myself in the mirror.  I wore a navy-blue party-dress and high heels.  Rufus had been bathed and groomed and was looking his magnificently handsome self as always.  His chrome chain made him look much more bad-ass than I knew him to be.
“Come, boy,” I said, tugging gently at his leash.
He sprang into action and we moved up the steps to the backstage area.  Carla was busily pushing the spunk of her dog towards her lips and licking it down hungrily, walking off-stage like the whole thing was normal.
“Break a leg,” she said.
“Thanks.”
Part of me thinks Carla would have done half of this stuff without being paid.  Shit, I think I might not be too far away from that myself.
“Ladies and gentleman, please welcome to the stage … Shelley and Rufus!” the announcer cried.
The lights blinked and the audience went crazy as I emerged.  I often had to take stock of the situation.  I had adoring fans.  Just let that sink in for a second.  I had men and women—don’t be fooled into thinking it’s just guys that love this stuff—come half way across the country to come and see little-old-me.  Can you believe that?  After all this time I still struggle to.
I blew them kisses and Rufus and I found our mark on the stage.  The music started slowly and the crowd’s noise rose as they all moved to the edge of their seat.  This was the act they’d come to see.
I was way more into it that usual.  As soon as the music started I became someone else.  I was Shelley the performer now, dancing around Rufus who, by now, knew some of the steps himself.
He’d perform little tricks for the crowd like trotting on the spot and rolling-over, but the real trick they wanted to see was how he made his cock disappear inside me.
I hitched up my dress now and straddled his back, rubbing my pussy back and forth over his fur and slowly lifting the hemming of the dress to reveal that I wasn’t wearing panties.
The crowd swooned delightedly.  I gave them a naughty smirk and looked amongst them.  I saw Luke clapping violently as a lady beside him jerked the cock of her partner.  I blew him a kiss and he pretended to catch it.  A row in front of that sat a woman toying with her pussy.  Like me she wasn’t wearing any panties.  I think I was the only person who noticed her.
Rufus’s short hair delighted my lips, sending a tingle of bliss radiating through me.  The tickle of his fur over me was a special kind of caress that you can’t find anywhere else.  The crowd could see the pleasure on my face as I closed my eyes and my lip quivered.
“Get that cock!” one of them cried.
I shot a look in the voice’s direction knowingly.  “I will,” I mouthed.

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eng

Anno

2020

Isbn

9791220228930

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