Lynn sat, stiff with shock, as she watched what was happening on the stage before her. She was no longer aware of the people around her, but gazed as if mesmerized by the sight of the writhing naked girl on the bed that had appeared a few moments earlier, when the curtains on the stage were pulled back. Unaware that George was watching her every movement, the tiny blonde drained the remains of the first glass of the pale green liquor he had ordered, then gratefully took a sip of the refill that had been placed on the table before them by an attentive waiter.
Lynn had never before seen anything like she was viewing right now, never even heard of such a thing except in whispered conversations with girlfriends when she was still in school, and now she sat wide-eyed, unable to tear her gaze away from the girl on the stage. It was a different girl than Lynn had seen the first night she had come to the Executive Club, but one just as young and lovely, and Lynn had wondered, when the curtains first were drawn, how they persuaded such youthful, innocent-looking girls to participate in these sordid exhibitions. The lovely blonde had wondered too if she would be able to sit through another one of these shows, but now she was so involved in what the girl on the stage was doing to herself that Lynn had even forgotten that George was still sitting beside her.
On the raised platform before them, a beautiful black-haired girl lay on a narrow bed with the whole of her lush young body unclothed and exposed to the spectators in the audience. When the "floor show" had first begun, the girl had appeared to be fast asleep, tossing and mumbling as if she were caught up in a dream. But, then, she had started to wriggle more lasciviously as though under the caresses of some unknown lover and her hands had begun dancing over her prostrate body as if the dark-haired girl no longer controlled them. Finally, they had slipped lightly down over her flat, ivory belly, coming to rest together at the vee of her soft, down-covered pubic mound. The girl had groaned and rolled over to her back at the first contact of her own fingers against the moist slit between her thighs. Now with a deeper groan, she pulled her knees up until her toes barely brushed the sheets, then let her thighs fall wide apart, exposing to the spellbound onlookers the damp glistening pink furrow between.
George McHenry felt his young neighbor jump slightly from the sudden unexpected display of the girl's hot, wet pussy and, in a seemingly protective gesture, he slipped his arm around her shoulders, dangling his hand over the front until his fingertips brushed softly against the tip of her breast. After seeing her response to the show, he was growing more confident by the second and lewd, obscene pictures of the things he would do to her soft young body once it had reached the stage of helpless submission began to run in lust-inciting-series through his mind. Knowing Marian, he knew that there was no way this little blonde's young husband was going to get away from that hot body of hers for at least a couple of hours, and once sweet innocent Mrs. Waring lost control of herself, George planned to take advantage of every minute they had. She'd know she'd been fucked when he finished with her, he gloated to himself.
On the stage, the girl was slowly and tenderly worming her middle finger into the moist throbbing hole between her legs, forcing it downward until it was completely imbedded in the tight, smooth passageway, at the same time stroking at the tiny bud-like clitoris with another finger. Lynn gasped as she felt McHenry's hand wrap itself around her breast, squeezing it gently in time to the sensuous movements of the girl on the bed as her slender finger slipped in and out smoothly between the lubricated lips of her vagina. The petite blonde in the audience was afraid to look at the man beside her, was hypnotized into immobility by the scene taking place before her. Lynn's lips formed an "O" of undisguised astonishment as the dark-haired girl's face contorted with the effort of her manipulations and she thrust another finger past the rosy edges of her moist cunt, widening the lips as she rotated the inserted fingers in sensual abandon. Suddenly with a deep growl from deep in her chest, the girl worked another finger into her ravenously hungry pussy, heaving her hips madly upward to meet each stroke of her pounding hand. The three fingers disappeared between the warm, hair-lined pussy-lips with a soft, sucking noise and a deep moan of pleasure purred from the girl's throat.
Lynn stiffened in momentary shock and only McHenry's firm grip on her suddenly throbbing breast kept her from leaping to her feet and from the room. She couldn't believe that such a thing was really happening right before her eyes and wondered vaguely if she was only imagining it through the light-headed, intoxicating haze of the liquor which suddenly seemed to be affecting her body with greater force. She could feel her own body twitch in sympathy with the girl on the stage and pressed her thighs tightly together to stifle the slight tingle that had just started deep in her belly and was beginning to work its way down to the sensitive area between her legs. George pressed harder into the softness of her breast and though the beautiful blonde felt her blood stir dangerously, she made no move to resist as she felt the tiny bud-like nipple harden under the thinness of her brassiere. She knew she would have to stop him soon, before things got out of control, but she decided to wait for a moment until the delicious warm glow between her thighs faded away.
Deep moans of animal pleasure rose from the dark-haired girl's heaving chest as she began speeding into a more rapid rhythm, obviously straining toward a climax, lunging up to bury the invading fingers deep into the tight pink opening. Her head rolled from side to side on the pillow, her long mane of black hair flying around her flushed face as she tried and tried to bring herself to an orgasm. Still the girl struggled on, her palm beating a pagan rhythm against her straining upturned buttocks and her groans changing into sobbing high-pitched whines of desire.
Suddenly a different whine answered the writhing girl and a monstrous, panting German Shepherd dog bounded onto the stage and jumped up on the bed. The young actress suddenly wakened from her troubled sleep, her big dark eyes wide with terror, and she jerked the back of her hand to her mouth to keep from screaming in fear. Then, apparently summoning all her courage, the girl made a movement as if to shove the giant animal off the bed, but the dog stood firm, growling menacingly down at her. She froze, not daring to move from her position of masturbation – thighs spread with her knees pulled high up on her chest.
Lynn had cringed back into the couch when the animal leapt onto the bed and now she clung tightly to George's arm. The liquor had begun to make her feel like a loose bundle of raw nerve ends and the sudden appearance of the huge growling police dog had almost scared her out of her wits.
"My God, George, what… what's going on?" she whispered tremulously to the man beside her.
"Nothing she's not going to love, my dear," George chuckled at her obvious horror. "This girl is new in the show and I have a feeling they didn't tell her about the dog. But don't worry, that big brute knows what to do and she's young, just the way he likes them."
"Well, if you're sure it's all right… " Lynn said uncertainly as she watched the girl on the stage shaking with fear beneath the snarling beast. The petite blonde took the drink McHenry pressed into her hand and downed it in one anxious swallow. Her own trembling passed and she relaxed again in George's arm, wondering only momentarily what had happened to Ed and Marion before she once again became completely involved in what was going on on the stage.
She didn't really want to resist as McHenry's hand slipped under the neckline of her dress and beneath her bra to cup the softness of her large, firm breast, trapping the tiny nipple gently between his thumb and forefinger, but she knew that Ed was still somewhere in the building and that he would never forgive her if he ever knew about her sudden unexplained excitement in the presence of another man. Yet, for some reason this evening she felt no guilt at all about allowing her husband's boss to touch her so intimately and, though she tried to think about how hurt Ed would be if he found out, all she could remember was the ways he had insulted and ignored her ever since that night she had come to the Executive Club with McHenry before. Somewhere in her drugged and passion-dimmed mind, she vaguely thought that her husband deserved to be taught a lesson, but the half-formed idea was lost as her attention suddenly jerked back to the stage.
The German Shepherd had lowered his massive head to the helpless girl's crotch and was sniffing it with interest. Then, without warning, his tongue snaked out and began to lick wetly up and down the moist crevice, from the tight puckered hole of her anus to the hard swollen bud of her clitoris. For a moment, the quavering dark-haired girl tried to twist away from the strange attack, but a threatening growl from the hairy monster crouched over her defenseless body made her fall back onto the mattress. His great pink tongue slid wetly up and down the full length of her narrow moist slit again, flicking relentlessly between the girl's wide-splayed thighs and suddenly curling deep into her vaginal passageway. The fear-stricken moans that had been coming from the girl's shuddering body began to change to soft mewling sounds of involuntary delight as the big dog's wet slathering tongue forced her, in spite of her revulsion, to enjoy the perverted stimulation.
Lynn felt chills of forbidden excitement rippling up her spine as she watched the change coming over the writhing girl on the bed. Her mind could barely accept the reality of what was happening before her or the strange delicious feelings that were beginning to course through her flesh in tiny licking flames of desire. George McHenry had pulled her so close against him now that she could hardly move and during the excitement of watching the young girl surrender to the dog's licking tongue, he had slipped his other hand under her skirt, and begun moving it slowly up her leg. She could feel small pin pricks of thrilling sensation following the path of his fingers up her thigh and racing through the tips of her nipples as he rolled them maddeningly between his fingertips. She could feel the damp warmth of his breath rushing against her ear as he turned his head toward her and suddenly locked his lips wetly against hers. She tried to squirm away but the throbbing pressure of his mouth against hers was too much for her in her present state.
"Oh, I'm so sorry; I just can't help myself, my dear," George breathed into her mouth when he finally pulled away from her moist responsive lips. "I don't know what got into me. It's just that you're so young and beautiful… I can't control myself when I'm around you…"
For the first time that evening, Lynn sympathized with what McHenry was saying, for some strange unexplainable reason, she too was having difficulty keeping control over her emotions this evening. She realized that this was the first time since she had been married that another man had kissed her and she had almost forgotten what it was like. In spite of her guard being up against letting any emotion overcome her, she could feel tiny butterfly-like sensations flit suddenly through her stomach.
The waiter was making the rounds of the salon, passing out fresh drinks to the people on the couches and Lynn pressed the cold glass thankfully to her lips as she vainly tried to sort out her confused thoughts. She had never imagined that another man kissing her could make her feel anything at all, particularly with her husband right there in the same building. But before she could pursue the disconcerting thought further, she heard several gasps from the people in the audience and she quickly looked up to see what was happening on the stage.
The dog had lifted his head from the now-pleading girl's open pussy to nose her over onto her stomach in servile surrender. Her resistance had disappeared under the maddening licking of her shamelessly aroused loins and she was virtually at the mercy of the huge beast slavering over her. As her quivering, spread-eagled body collapsed face down on the bed, the hairy brute lowered his snout again, the thick pink tongue slithering into the exposed crevice between her clenching buttocks. The dark-haired girl twisted her ass back toward him in order to give full access to the tongue lashing at her throbbing secret parts.
Suddenly the German Shepherd was shoving his nose under the lust-dazed girl's groin, wedging his long pointed head between her pelvis and the mattress. Lynn's eyes widened in disbelief as the dog's powerful neck strained and the head lifted, raising the girl's buttocks. There was no doubt what he was trying to do and the girl obediently crawled to her knees, thrusting her spread buttocks high in the air and bending before the huge animal in abject surrender. The thick tongue had lapped her to unquestioning defeat, overpowered her feeble resistance with its vigorous and relentless attack on her most sensitive flesh.
Behind her, the huge dog reared up to mount the sweat-shiny globes of her buttocks, paws on her back. Lynn winced as she saw the creature's glistening, scarlet penis emerge from its hairy sheath, the tapered point dripping and dancing in the hot valley between the young girl's soft mooned ass-cheeks. The dog shivered and trembled, trying to bury the blood-red tip of the thick shaft in the girl's nakedly throbbing vagina. Moaning, she looked back, moving her smooth rounded young buttocks in a frantic effort to capture the lengthening spear, but always missing. The dog pushed forward wildly as he struggled to plant the pointed tip between her thighs, thrusting against her until his fleshy animal hardness by mistake found the tiny opening of her anus instead and popped in cruelly for a long tortuous moment.
"Oooooh, God!" With a strangled cry, the dark-haired girl twisted to one side managing to escape the hideous impalement, but, having once tasted success, the dog returned immediately to the attack. Lynn held her breath with the other spectators who sat in suspense, watching as the giant drooling dog bucked madly behind the girl, attempting again to skewer her with the still-hardening length of his monstrous animal penis.
At that moment, the girl reached back in desperation to grasp the slippery cock, guiding the glistening point of it into her own moistly pulsating cuntal slit, the shaft spreading it wider and wider apart with each wild thrust. Groans of excitement came from Ed Waring's disbelieving young wife in the audience as the huge German Shepherd jerked forward, burying his great prick deep in the dark-haired girl's wet, grasping hole. It pistoned forward with a sucking rush until it was in her up to the hilt, his small hairy balls swinging like covered walnuts below her vagina's drenched pubic hair. A cry of relief escaped her lips as she began to move rhythmically back and forth, meeting the panting canine's thrusts with shameless abandon. When the dog's forelegs slipped down to wrap around and trap her waist, she began to undulate her body and move her up-thrust buttocks in tiny lewd circles, completely yielding herself up to the beautiful animal-fucking she was getting from behind. Her face was contorted in ecstasy and her large taut breasts jounced tightly beneath her writhing torso as she moved in time to the dog's rhythmically skewering cock sliding in and out of her like a relentless hot poker searing her tender insides.
Lynn's heart was pounding savagely in her chest and she was certain that Ed's boss must feel it throbbing under his hand. The burning sensation between her legs grew and grew in maddening intensity each moment she watched the girl being ravished by the German Shepherd and the tiny blonde began to dreamily muse, through the warm, lovely haze of the liquor, that perhaps she had been missing something in turning down all those passes she had received since she had been married to Ed. After all, she had never felt so wild and abandoned as she did now, and she was beginning to suspect that the fault might lie in her husband, rather than herself. All the hurt and humiliation she had been feeling all week had somehow mellowed after she had begun drinking that pale green liquid and her anger had tempered until she felt almost relaxed, sitting here with a virtual stranger touching her tingling flesh. As long as George didn't try to go too far, she hastily amended the thought, and McHenry had been acting like such a gentleman all evening…
Lynn was thinking of the seeping wetness between her thighs when her eyes strayed back to the stage and the obscenely swaying body of the girl kneeling before the humping German Shepherd. The pretty dark-haired girl had gone completely out of her mind now and was shouting lewd encouragement to the dumb beast through clenched teeth, pleading to the dog to fuck her harder and faster, to shoot his scorching animal sperm deep up into her battered womb. Lynn watched in abject fascination, biting hard on her lower lip to hold back an involuntary groan of frustration. She was beginning to perspire in her arousal and the heat of the excited people all around her served to generate more heat in her as well, until she felt a trickle of warm perspiration running from her navel down her stomach into her softly curling pubic hair. Its slow, teasing trail caused her to squirm and push forward her sex-flushed breasts more firmly into George's hand. Her nerves were thoroughly frayed and the aphrodisiac she had drunk made her flesh throb like bellows under her clothing.
Her eyes locked almost enviously on the sight of the girl on the stage. It seemed to Lynn that the girl was reveling in the humiliation of being screwed by the panting beast in front of the crowd, grinding her buttocks back against the dog's hairy jerking body like a bitch in heat. The girl was no longer human but a quivering mass of sweating, lust-deranged flesh that begged to be subjugated. Suddenly, Lynn wriggled down hard against her seat as she realized that George's hand had traveled all the way up under her dress and was now kneading the softness of her belly under the thin material of her clothing. She froze momentarily at the unexpected contact, then quickly looked around to see if anyone in the room had noticed George's sly movement. To her amazement, she saw that most of the other people on the couches were already involved in much greater intimacies and were too totally involved in the probing of other people's genitals to bother spying on their neighbors.
As McHenry's fingers worked closer and closer to the softly pulsating mound of her vagina indecision again rose in her mind, but the thrilling pleasure of his touch slowly rationalized away the danger. He was fondling her large breasts more enthusiastically now, pinching her bud-like nipples until they throbbed in guilty pleasure. She felt his other hand move down and begin to tease at her vagina and lower belly mercilessly through the thin material of her lust-drenched panties. Lynn closed her eyes tightly for a moment and resigned herself to the rolling sensations of delight that were coursing through her body. It was almost as if he were touching her nakedness but still she felt safe. Surely he would go no farther with all the others around.
But suddenly, she gasped in surprise as she felt his finger begin a gentle stroking motion, pushing the thin nylon of her panties, along with the fabric of her dress into her madly throbbing cuntal crevice. Her whole torso quivered as she felt one of his fingers snake under the wet band of her panties and slowly worm into the moist walls of her soft pussy. She could feel the thick invading finger probing at the lubricated softness of her impaled vagina, moving in tiny circles inside her, expanding her tight little hole with each teasing rotation. Lynn felt like she was about to go out of her mind. The sight of the girl on the stage being buffeted into the squeaking mattress by the German Shepherd and the soft moans and wet sucking sounds of intercourse that were beginning to drift toward her from all sides of the room and the long, thick finger fucking into her cunt without mercy were more than she could take. She had to get out of this place before she completely lost control of herself!
"George, please, we've got to go! This is all wrong. Please take me out of here!" she softly beseeched the man beside her, pulling hard at one of his arms to pull his hand out from beneath her wrinkled dress.
"Yes, maybe you're right, Lynn," McHenry murmured down at her with apparent worry on his face. "I think I might have lost control of myself. Let's go to one of the rooms upstairs where we can cool ourselves off."
"Yes, yes, anywhere," she implored, "but please let's go now!"
George pulled his hands free of her body and rose from the couch, giving her just a moment to smooth her dress down. He led her quickly toward the bar, stopping to fill their glasses and then, once more, pulled her by the hand out of the darkness of the salon into the doorway to the anteroom. There, he paused and turned around, dropping the triumphant smile he was wearing, just before Lynn saw his face.
"What… what are we waiting for?" Lynn stammered, embarrassed to face him after what had happened on the couch.
"Help me look around in here for Marian and Ed," he said, motioning her back into the doorway to the main room. "I just want to see if they slipped in after the show started."
"Oh, God, I hope not!" the blushing wife blurted out, horrified at the idea that her husband might have seen what McHenry was doing to her. Then, an even worse thought hit her – what if Ed had seen the show and responded the same way she had? Unlike George, Marian would be only too happy to take advantage of another's weakness, Lynn was certain. Bracing herself for whatever might meet her eyes, Lynn squinted into the dimness of the salon, searching the audience for some sign of her husband. But suddenly, her eyes were jerked to the front of the large room by a piercing cry from the stage. Unable to control her own curiosity, the young woman took a step back into the salon to get a better view of what was happening and saw that the dark-haired girl was ramming wildly back against the dog as he began to squirt his erupting animal semen in hard, hose-like jets deep into her now hungrily clasping vagina.
Lynn watched in fascination as the girl's round buttocks began contracting uncontrollably, signifying her own sensual upheaval deep in her belly. The petite housewife could see thick white liquid oozing from the girl's tightly squeezing cunt as she milked the dog's thick prick of every last drop of the precious animal sperm. Glistening trails of the sticky white substance ran down the ivory columns of the girl's smooth white thighs, coming to rest in small pools behind her knees. In the harsh stage light, her buttocks gleamed, displaying the soaked and matted pubic hair and the fragile pink flesh of the girl's pussy as she pitched forward onto the mattress and lay struggling for breath. The cock of the drained beast slipped from her well-fucked cuntal passage with a saturated sucking noise that echoed lewdly through the stunned silence of the salon. Lynn gasped as, in a last act of obscene depravity, the dog dropped his head between the girl's widely splayed thighs and lapped at the white sperm that was oozing from her battered cunt. He gulped at it thirstily until eventually there was no more, then he leapt down from the bed and lumbered wearily back across the stage, leaving the ravished girl sprawled across the bed.
As the curtain slowly closed on the depraved scene, Lynn realized that she was trembling and hurriedly turned back to the anteroom. It was with relief and regret that she left the excitement in the salon. She was but a breath away from her own orgasm and, within a few more moments, would have been as helpless to fight her own senses as the poor degraded girl on the stage.
"I didn't see them, did you?" George inquired as she moved unsteadily into the bright little room, trying to bring her body back under control.
"No, I-I don't think so…" she faltered, then looked up at him with pleading in her eyes. "Please, George, I've got to sit down and pull myself together. I just don't know what's wrong with me tonight!"
"Oh, of course, my dear," McHenry smiled understandingly. "There's a room upstairs where no one will bother us for a little while."
Clutching the two tall glasses of the pale green liquor, George smiled triumphantly to himself as he led the way up the stairs to the second floor of the Executive Club.