Date: Thu, 13 Oct 2005 21:44:53 -0400 From: Jaybob 23 Subject: lucky-bitch 6 There's nothing like a hot load of cockjuice in my hole to get me ripe and randy. And thanks to the Chief's hard fuckstick and that big shot of ballsnot he blasted in me, I was horned up right good. With my ass high and shining in the spotlight and my pussy winking and belching out copcum, I was ready to take on every mongrel in the room. The two dozen or more dogs out in the darkness didn't know it, but they were about to tear into the sweetest most eager boytwat they'd ever plowed. I knew if I made the Chief happy tonight, my master had agreed to take me back home to the kennels in the morning. But it was more than the promise of deliverance that had me wagging my tail and stiffening every cock--human and canine--in the room. Fuck, I needed it bad. What was taking so long? Where was all the dogdick I'd been promised? I should have been tied by now with some humping mutt squirting and shooting inside. "Gentlemen," the Chief announces as he steps into the spotlight with a microphone in hand. "Gentlemen, welcome to the First Annual Macomb County Dog Show." The crowd starts hooting, joined by a chorus of barking and yelping. I look up and am startled to see a man with a video camera just a few feet away. He scans from the Chief down to me. I avert my face, only to spy a projection screen to my right, displaying in huge scale my small white body. I can see the red flush of desire spreading across my pale neck and shoulders. "As promised, tonight you will watch this lowly bitch perform feats of depravity so vulgar, so lewd and obscene, that it's sure to give you a permanent 12-inch hard on. To put a fine point on it, my friends, this boy's gonna get breed, hard. And you fine gentlemen are gonna watch every furious, frantic, furry fuckthrust up close--closer than a flea on a dog's nutsack." The crowd cheers again, but I can hear some deeper, distrustful voices of dissent. "Gentleman," the Chief continues like a huckster at a county fair. "Let me assure you, this is the horniest, nastiest dogwhore you've ever been privileged to witness.You can travel from Tijuanna to Timbuktu, and you'll never see a dog-and-boy show like this. Why there's nothing you can't throw at this pussy that it won't swallow up and suck dry. Just look at how hot the little faggot is, wagging his tail and fingering his sloppy twat." The projection screen shows a close up of my fingers slipping and sliding through my well-creamed cunt. The sight of my own puckered pussylips just makes me hotter. Knowing I'm finally going to have something meaty up inside there makes me shiver in anticipation. The camera magnifies every goosebump and the few downy boyhairs on my bare ass. "And now, without further ado, let's introduce our first competitor." On cue, a man in jeans and a baseball cap steps forward with a full-grown rottweiler healing obediently at his side. It's a beautiful beast, and I can't wait to take his fuck. "What's your name, buddy, and who do you have here?" "Name's Jim. This here's Giant." The Chief chuckles. "Well, that's just fine, Jim. But I don't know if I'd call that dog a giant. I've seen plenty of bigger rotties in my time." "That may be true, Chief, but I've bet you've never seen anything like this before." Jim reaches down and picks up Giant by his forepaws. Between Giant's legs hangs the biggest set of nuts I've ever laid my eyes on. They are truly obscene: plump and swollen. Each one must weigh three pounds. They look like two softballs in a sack. The dog is downright hung. The camera zooms in for a close up, and Giant's balls are projected as big as basketballs on the screen. Now, if you know anything about me, you know I'm crazy for a big set of nuts. Watching a hefty pair swinging and swaying between a dog's hindlegs gets me hard every time. And Giant's enormous nads are enough to make a hungry dogslut like me start salivating on the spot. "Fuck Jim. What the hell has that mutt got down there. That just ain't right." "Giant's got a gift. That's for sure. And when he starts popping off, stand back. Those bad boys pump and shoot like a power washer. He can scour the paint off an old chevy when he starts a' cummin'." "Like what you see, faggot?" the Chief asks me. "Wanna give `em a kiss, son?" Jim walks Giant over to me and lifts his front legs. I'm now face to face with that beefy set. The crowd has grown silent and, as my tongue slips out between my lips and tickles the underside of the fat sack, I can hear a communal gasp out in the darkness. A few distinct voices can be heard. "Fuck, that's disgusting." "That's one sick pup." "Man, that's so fucked up." I don't pay them any mind, as I'm consumed with the pleasure of lapping at Giant's nuts. My tongue sweeps and sways underneath and around each one. The soft skin gives warmly to the pressure, and I can feel Giant's dick poking upwards, hotly against my face. "Gentlemen," the Chief announces. "What did I tell you? This boy needs it so bad he's licking the sweat off a dog's balls. Any man here who ain't getting hard must be blind or dead." A hot drip of Giant's precum dribbles from the tip of his dick, running slickly down my cheek. "OK boy," the Chief says as Jim pulls Giant away. "Time to meet the next competitor." Into the spotlight struts a tall black man in an orange silk shirt and tight jeans--a long bulge snaking halfway to his knee. He's wearing a brown fedora with a matching orange feather and rings on every finger. When he smiles, the light catches the glint of a diamond in his tooth. He's a caricature of a pimp, and he seems to revel in the role. He gives a whistle and out from the crowd steps a Great Dane. It's sleek and muscled and mean. "Name's Jiz. This here's P-Dub," he says with a tilt of his head toward the Dane. "P-Dub?" the chief asks. "Pussy Wrecker. Bitch hold'n out, P-Dub take her down, hit that shit, raw." I can't see what P-Dub has between his legs, but if it's anything like the meat his master is packing, he's gonna turn my hole inside out. Fuck, that's gonna feel good. I let out a little whimper of disappointment as Jiz and Jim disappear with their animals into the darkness. In the crowd there's money changing hands. Bets are being placed, but for what? "Word of advice, boy," the Chief says as he backs away. "Whatever happens, don't move. Keep that sweet ass up high and that head low. But don't fucking move." A bell rings out like the start of a prize fight and all hell breaks loose around me. P-Dub and Giant race in from either side growling and snarling. I can see only bared teeth and eight legs flying and twisting in a violent blur as they spin and roll inches from my crouching body. First Giant is on top, pinning P-Dub down, then the Dane breaks free and leaps toward my ass. Giant is on him in a flash, knocking him back. Giant bounds forward, rushing toward my backend and griping my sides hard. P-Dub recovers and throws him off. They're now rolling on the concrete, and I'm frozen with fear. Suddenly Giant is on his back. His head is thrown to the side and his legs are spread so wide those big balls hang down to touch the floor. It's a sign of surrender. That's all P-Dub needs. He's on me, buried to the root and already fucking. It's a ramming, slamming, dick jamming dogfuck. He's throwing it so hard and so long that he's pushing me across the floor with the point of his dick. Just what I like. Just what I fucking need. There's whistling and stomping and all out hollering as P-Dub wrecks my cunt. Shit that feels fine. This big stud has no idea what a real bitch can take--what a horny dogwhore like me really needs. I brace myself against the concrete and push back. The men don't know what I'm up to, but the Chief sure as shit does. "Here it comes, men. Just like I told you. Little faggot's sucking up that dogknot." Fuck yeah. I push back hard and it pops in like a fist full of hot lead. My pussy closes down and grips it tight. P-Dub ain't gonna get away, that's for damn sure. Money is changing hands and I know the Chief is pulling in the cash. By my count its under three minutes and I'm tied. No one else would have fucking bet that. P-Dub's rubbing and bumping up against my sweet spot making me hornier and hungrier. Giant is still cowering on his back off to the side, and those bullballs look too good to pass up. I grab him by the leg and slide him towards me, burying my face in his furry sack. Soon Giant is up on his hind legs pushing a fat red-tipped dick towards my lips. It slides in like a warm knife through butter. More money is changing hands as I take a dog at each end. I know what a stud likes, so I grab hold of those nuts and give `em a squeeze while he humps my mouth. He's hot for that. Giant pushes in further. It jams past my palette and down into my throat. His dick is getting greasy with jiz and his jumping and hunching is working up a froth around my stretched lips. At the other end, that huge Dane is giving me a thorough assthrashing. Hot cum pours up through my bowels in rhythmic pumps, slicking my insides and giving P-Dub a smooth ride. Soon Giant's knot is swelling and ramming against my teeth. He's whining and crying for it, but I can't let him in. I wrap my fingers around the knot, holding on for dear life, but they're all slimy and slick. He breaks through. My jaw opens in a jerk and I'm stuffed, gagged with hard dogmeat. Frantically I try to dislodge the big bulb with my hands, but he's hung up tight. And now he's spewing. Shit, Jim was right. I can feel each massive shot blasting against the back of my throat. It's like swallowing a garden hose on full force. I'm gasping and flailing like a drowning man, but my mouth keeps filling as the dogjiz runs in rivers from the edges of my lips. My fear makes me tighten up, squeezing down on the Dane's dick. Fuck, that makes him happy. Every man and beast in the room--and probably every one in a ten mile radius--is hard as steel. The catcalls and whistles subside and a chant starts in the crowd. It grows louder, filling my ears the way Giant is filling my belly and P-Dub is flooding my guts. "Breed the bitch. Breed the bitch. Breed the bitch." P-Dub and Giant are rutting like maniacs, jackhammering my hole--bearing down hard and bouncing my body back and forth between their dicks. Damn that's good. I feel my boyballs tighten and pulse, and great shots of cum start spewing from my dick. A roar goes up from the crowd. The Chief is taking in huge wads of cash. Giant and P-Dub aren't done yet. They keep fucking and spewing until I almost black out. Giant is the first to pull out, and the Chief is right there. He grabs me by the hair, pulling my head back so the camera can zoom in on my swollen jaw and puffy distended lips. My face is coated in canine cum and my eyes are streaked with tears, but still I'm smiling. A pool of dog jiz has puddled up on the concrete and I dip my head and start lapping it up. "Who's a horny dog whore, boy?" "I am sir. I'm a horny dogwhore." "Tell me what you want baby." "More cum, sir. Please. More fucking cum." P-Dub pulls out, not even waiting until his knot is soft. He jumps back--taking half my ass with him--and pops free. The Chief grabs my asscheeks and spreads them wide as the cameraman zooms in. Cum gurgles and drains out of my aching hole in torrents. "Think you're ready for round two, boy?" "Yes, sir. Please. I'm ready. I ready." "Poor stupid bitch. You don't know what's in store for you."