“That’s the horniest dog I’ve ever seen.” Carrie recognized Doug’s voice though she couldn’t see him. Most of the crowd were standing behind her so that they could watch Bizmark taking care of her.
“It’s also the horniest lady I’ve ever seen,” someone else said. “Does she ever get enough?”
Carrie heard Doug’s voice again. “I’ve seldom seen her say ‘That’s enough’ but usually, she’s always ready for more, kind of like Bizmark.”
They grew silent as they watched Bizmark mount Carrie once more.
“This is going to be an absolutely great afternoon,” Carrie thought as she sucked hard on the cock in her mouth and felt the dog’s huge, hard member slip easily into her cunt. Bizmark again shoved it all the way into her with one stroke and then settled into a rhythmic pumping motion that sent Carrie’s clit into ecstasy. She couldn’t began to imagine how many times she had already come off but she knew that it was just the beginning. She was determined to give Bizmark his full day’s quota –and love every stroke of it.
All the men, including Doug, were exhausted and their cocks were hanging limp. The Golden Retriever, Bizmark had jumped into the lake to fetch an imaginary ball.
“Have I outlasted everyone,” Carrie asked from her place on a lounge cushion in the middle of the sun deck?
“It’s only one o’clock in the afternoon. We’ll recover before the day is over,” joked one of the men that had twice already felt Carrie’s hot cunt around his shaft.
“I won’t get the chance to recover,” said Bizmark’s master. “We have to meet some friends at the dock at two o’clock.
“What are we going to do with that dog,” his wife asked? “We can’t meet those people with him acting like that. He’ll mount anything that moves for the next day or so.”
“Good thought,” he replied. Turning to Carrie, he asked, “You want to dog sit until tomorrow?”
“I’d love to — dog sit that is — or–,” Carrie beamed.
“I just thought you would agree to that,” he smiled.
Everyone laughed and Carrie excused herself to slip into the shower for a minute.
“Doug claims I smell like I’ve been playing games and it hasn’t been tennis. Would someone fix me a margarita while I’m gone?”
“I’ll get it,” said Doug and followed her down the stairs. When they were in the cabin, Carrie turned to Doug and gave him a long French kiss.
“Have I been good or bad,” she asked.
“Yes,” said Doug as he ran his hand between her legs and felt her squeeze his fingers with her wet hole.
“Can I be good or bad some more?”
“What ever you need,” he responded, kissing her again.
“Need is the key word here. I need and need and need. How many times have I been screwed today? I’ve lost track.”
Doug thought for a while. “Seven times by guys and twice by Bizmark. No! Eight times. I forgot to count myself.”
“Ahhhh! Great start to a really slutty day. Did you like watching Bizmark pumping away in me?”
“Absolutely, just like everyone else did and believe me they did!”
“I got that general impression from some of the comments I overheard. Not that I was paying much attention to them,” Carrie confessed.
“Aren’t you sore or anything,” asked Doug.
“Not in the least,” answered Carrie. “In fact I would love to be doing it again right now. It has been a while since I’ve been this horny! I believe I could just fuck all day long and still want more. I haven’t even started to slow down. OK?”
“Fantastic,” Doug replied with a wink. “I’ll fix your drink.”
Carrie bounced off into the shower and Doug fixed her margarita and set it by the shower door, then went up to see if the “guests” needed anything.
When Carrie rejoined them a few minutes later she was clad only in a thin guaze poncho, untied and open at the sides. She smelled of a very sexy perfume that Doug had given her a few months ago.
Shortly after her return, Bizmark’s owners excused themselves with a parting “Treat him gently.” Bizmark seemed uninterested in their departure as he was again busy sniffing everyone and everything.