Path: newshost.williams.edu!news2.near.net!noc.near.net!howland.reston.ans.net!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!uwm.edu!chi-news.cic.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!in2.uu.net!news.leonardo.net!n1.wdc.net!pp7.westdat.com!user From: grobert@westdat.com (TheEditor) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: AnmlAct (03/10) "Her Animal Act" Date: 5 Nov 1995 16:51:57 GMT Organization: Western Datacom Lines: 425 Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Host: pp7.westdat.com all those men? I am a woman, you know." Elliott chuckled. "And the best-looking one in the place." "What if one of those men tries to ...?" "Relax, darling. They wouldn't dare. You're a customer." "I don't like it. It makes me nervous! "You'll be all right when we get in the private room." "I suppose ... but I feel so strange." "Yeah, me too," Elliott admitted. Then the bartender was standing beside their table, asking, "What would you folks like to drink?" "I'll have another margarita," Ruth whispered to Elliott. "Two margaritas, please." "One for your driver?" the bartender asked, pointing to the bar where the driver sat waiting for them. "Of course," Elliott said. "Give him whatever he wants." "Your driver has spoken to the manager. He said to tell you he'd he with you shortly." "Thank you." As the bartender left their table, Ruth whispered, "He speaks awfully good English." "I imagine he's been talking to Americans every night for at least twenty years, from me looks of him." "These poor girls," Ruth said, glancing at the row of young whores but dropping her gaze instantly when she noticed the one who'd spoken to her smile and tease the tip of her tongue over her heavily lipsticked lips. "Elliott, that girl over there ... did you hear what she said to me?" "I heard." "Isn't that terrible?" "Yes." "What she suggested is so perverted. I can't imagine anything like that actually happening." "Oh, those kinds of things happen, all right. It wouldn't surprise me to learn that she's made love with lots of curious American women." "Well, don't look at me like that. I'm certainly not curious. Just the thought of such a horrid thing as she proposed petrifies me. Here comes our drinks ... good." As soon as the bartender had placed her drink before her, Ruth picked it up and took a big sip. "Could you please hurry the manager a little?" "Yes, ma'am. I'll see what I can do," the bartender answered, calmly making change for Elliott as he spoke. "He's with a very important gentleman, from Panama, I think: but I'll tell him you wish to see him now." "Thank you." "Yes, ma'am," the stoical bartender said, and when Elliott gave him a dollar tip, he added, "And thank you, sir." Two giggling girls and a serious-faced soldier moved past their table, heading for one of the rooms at the back of the building. The jukebox played constantly but no one danced, even though there was room for it. The men sat at the bar and the girls in their chairs, each group talking among themselves, the girls casting inviting glances at the men. Only two of the tables were occupied -- Ruth and Elliott at one, and three men and a woman at the other. Elliott's back was to the other table, but Ruth had a clear view of it. She watched the bartender move to it and speak to one of the men. Then he pointed at her and all of them looked. She felt like crawling under the table. The dark-skinned woman was dressed like a male flamenco dancer, but she wore no hat. Her black hair was done up in a bun, making her thin lips and high cheekbones appear even thinner and higher. The way she looked at Ruth unnerved her. She felt herself being devoured by the woman's dark, cruel eyes. And the slender man she seemed to be with looked even more menacing, despite the smile that crept over his face as he appraised Ruth. The massive Negro threw her only a brief glance before he turned back to his drink. The other man, plump, middle-aged and typically Mexican, got up and came toward their table as the bartender returned to his work. "I am Carlos, the manager. I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Your driver told me of your desire. Come. Bring your drinks. We will take a room and talk in private." Smiling ingratiatingly, Carlos pulled back Ruth's chair as she got up with her drink in one hand and Elliott's hand in the other. They followed Carlos toward the back, passing close to the other table, so near that Ruth thought she heard the woman say, "That one would be perfect to replace Rose, don't you think, Pico?" And then, as they moved into the hall, a male voice saying, "Muy bonita. So blonde ... so fair!" But she wasn't sure she'd heard anything, for her mind was reeling from the open lust in the handsome man's dark face as he stripped her with his evil eyes when she swept past their table holding tightly to Elliott's hand. Carlos stopped before a door and opened it cautiously, peering inside before he swung it wide and motioned them to enter. "Very private in here. Sit down, please ... there, on the couch." It was a small room. The ancient, wrought-iron bed with its sagging mattress and faded bedspread took up most of the space. The couch and an easy chair sat on a foot-high platform, so as to give a good view of the nearby bed. Ruth set her jaw determinedly, allowing Elliott to help her onto the platform and sitting down with him in the center of the couch. The bed loomed up at her, looking large and lewd all by itself. Carlos took the easy chair, leaning forward to offer cigarettes which Ruth and Elliott both refused. "You want to buy some hot movies to take home?" "No." "Pictures or books? I got good ones." "No." "Just a show?" "That's all." Carlos grinned and shrugged. "We got good hot shows. Anything you like. What you like to see?" "We don't have any idea," Elliott said. "Well, we got nearly everything. I can give you a man and woman; two women; two men; one woman with two men or one man with two women; a woman with a big dog; a man wi--" "A woman and a dog?" Ruth gasped, almost choking on a sip of her drink." "Si, Senora," Carlos grinned. "All for real, too. No put on. The girl is only sixteen, very beautiful. She really loves her dog. She is a farm girl from the back country. The dog is her own, and she do everything with him." "A woman and a dog," Ruth said again, numbly. "Well, not really a woman. She's just a girl." "That sounds disgusting," Elliott muttered. "A woman and a dog!" Ruth exclaimed. "I've never heard of anything so dirty!" "We don't want that," Elliott said. Then he turned to Ruth. "But we should see something different ... something perverted, to make my book more powerful. How about the two girls?" "Oh, no," Ruth protested. "Not two girls." "No," Elliott snapped. "Just the idea of two men turns my stomach." Carlos laughed. "Mine too ... but some like to see it." Elliott made a face of distaste and shook his head vigorously. "A woman and a dog," Ruth mumbled to herself. Carlos took a cigarette from his pack and lit it. Exhaling, he said, "The dog is rested. He no fuck any so far today." "Elliott, I can't believe a woman and a dog." "They make you a good hot show," Carlos grinned. "You ever see a dog hump a woman, senor?" "Certainly not." "Something to see. Everybody ought to see it once before they die." "I believe my wife and I can live quite well withou--" "How much?" Ruth broke in. "Fifty dollars." "Pay him, Elliott." "Ruth, you can't be serious." "You can't stomach the men, and I absolutely refuse to watch two women. You want something perverted and dirty to write about, don't you? What in the world could be more perverted than a girl having sex with an animal?" "Well ... if you think you can stand to watch it." "I can't believe it," she said. "It horrifies me. If you want to know the truth, it fascinates me ... and I bet it will fascinate everyone who reads your book." "Do you really think so, honey?" "I'd bet on it. I've got to see it. It'll probably make me ill ... but I've still got to see it, Elliott." "All right," Elliott said, getting out his wallet and giving Carlos the money. "We'll see the girl and her dog." "A good choice," Carlos assured. "You just relax. I'll have them here in a jiffy." He stood, counting the money before he put it in his pocket. "You want another drink sent in?" "No, thank you." "Okay, give me a couple of minutes. I get them in here as soon as possible for you." He paused at the door. "The girl, she is very new here ... speaks no English." "We didn't come for conversation," Elliott said. "I only tell you so you don't get angry if you ask her something and she no answer. If you speak Spanish to her, she answer you; but she no understand much English. Okay?" "Okay. Just get them. I'm anxious to have it over with and get out of here." Carlos stepped into the hall and shut the door. He hurried toward the main room, hoping to find Carmelita sitting unoccupied in one of the chairs facing the bar. He was barely inside the room when Pico called: "Carlos. Come here." He approached their table unsurely. "Sit down, my friend." "I must take care of a business matter first. Then I come right back." "Sit down, Carlos. We did not finish our business yet." Carlos shifted uneasily under Pico's unblinking gaze. "Bu--" "Sit down!" Perspiration wetting his palms, his upper lip twitching slightly, Carlos jerked out a chair and sat down. "That's better." Pico smiled. "All I require at the moment is a little information and a tiny favor." Carlos nodded, trying to return Pico's smile. "The gringos you just took in the back. Why are they here?" "They come for a show," Carlos said. "I was going for Carmelita. They want to see her with the dog." Pico's hard eyes danced with interest. "Which one asked for the animal show?" Carlos shrugged. "The man paid me." "The woman, la rubia, did she show much interest?" "Si, more than the man." Pico looked at the woman beside him, both of them nodding. "Esa gringa es muy hermosa. Verdad?" "Si," Carlos hastened to agree. "Ella es mucha mujer." Grinning, Pico took out a thin, black cigar from his pigskin case, licked it, bit off the end and spat it out, then lit it. "The room they are in has a peephole?" "Si, Pico." "The peephole is mine. I will spy on la rubia while she watches the dog fuck your Carmelita." "Buy why?" "You are not going to question me, are you, my friend? There is still that unfinished business between us ..." Pico bowed mockingly. "Gracias, amigo. Now, hurry and give the gringos their show." Chapter 4 The young Mexican girl entered the room where Ruth and Elliott were waiting. She was pretty and smiling, leading her dog, a large collie that was obviously well cared for, on a leash. "Buenas noches," she said, shutting the door behind her and locking it. Her hand moved to her chest as she looked at Ruth and Elliott and said, "Se llama Carmelita." Then she reached down and patted the dog's head. "Y lovar del Carmelita." Elliott smiled stiffly and nodded. "Good evening." Ruth only smiled a nervous smile and took the last sip of her drink, watching the dog's long tongue as he licked his nose. Kicking off her shoes, Carmelita spoke to the dog and removed the leash. The dog barked once, then jumped onto the bed and lay wagging his tail, watching as his mistress quickly stripped off her clothes. "He seems well-trained," Elliott observed. "I'm going to be ill, Elliott. I know I am." "Shall I send them away? Would you like to go back to our motel now?" "No." "We don't have to stay and see it." "Maybe you don't," Ruth said weakly. "But I do." "But if it's going to make you sick ... I don't understa--" "It's like one of those gruesome horror movies. You know something terrible is going to happen but you can't quit watching. That's the way I feel about this, Elliott." Carmelita stood just a few feet in front of them, nude and smiling, turning this way and that to show them her supple young body. "She's very lovely." Ruth nodded. "So young, too." Then Carmelita went to the bed and squatted beside it, holding out her arms to the dog. He crawled to her and began licking her face. Her arms slid over the dog's body, one on his back and one on his stomach. Stroking him, one hand moving through the fur on his back and one working under him, Carmelita opened her mouth and began licking back at his slender tongue. Ruth stared in horrified awe as the girl teased the dog's tongue deep into her mouth and sucked it eagerly. Rising slowly, Carmelita offered her tits to the dog. He lapped at them until both her brown nipples stood hard and pointed with desire. A dreamy expression came over her face, and she sighed again and again. Finally she pushed the dog away and looked over at Ruth, her face asking if she'd like to join in and her hand motioning a welcome. "Good Lord, no," Ruth gasped, shaking her head so hard her blonde hair shook. "The very idea!" Elliott snorted, his face turning red as he grabbed up his drink and finished it off. "We'll have no more of that, young woman," he said to Carmelita, forgetting that she couldn't understand him. But it seemed that she did understand his reaction, if not his words. It amused her. She laughed openly, nodding her head in assent as she climbed onto the bed. The old bed jiggled and squeaked as she scooted to the center of it and lay down on her back. She propped her head up with a pillow folded double, then spread her legs wide to give Ruth and Elliott a clear view of her crotch. Teasingly, she held the dog away with one hand and rubbed between her legs with the other, her eyes on Ruth and Elliott every second. "Pussy," she breathed, fingering her cunt open and showing the red inside. "Good pussy ... no?" Elliott squirmed uneasily, his knuckles turning white on the empty glass still in his hand. It was becoming hard for Ruth to breathe. She felt as if the room had suddenly grown hot and stuffy. Releasing the dog, Carmelita let her body go limp. He came at her eagerly, licking her tits and belly, making her moan softly as his red tongue left her skin wet and shiny everywhere it touched. "Aqui, perro ... aqui," Carmelita hissed, taking his ear and pushing his muzzle down to her cunt. He jumped between her legs and licked her entire crotch. "Mmm ... Lame, perro ... Lame!" He licked furiously then, Carmelita holding the lips of her twat apart so his flashing tongue could dip deep inside her body. She whimpered with delight, digging her heels into the mattress and lifting her ass off the bed, undulating it as the lewd sound of the darting tongue filled the room. "I feel faint," Ruth moaned. "We must have been out of our heads for ever coming here," Elliott said. He took Ruth's hand and squeezed it. "We'll leave any time you want to, darling." "All right." "Now?" "No ... not yet." "When you've seen enough, just say the word." "I will, Elliott ... soon, I think." In the secret hallway behind the room Elliott and Ruth were in, Pico, grinning broadly, took his eye from the peephole through which he'd been watching Ruth's reaction. He turned to the woman standing beside him. "Faustina, get Carlos back here ... quickly." She hurried off, her full buttocks rolling in the tight flamenco trousers. In less than a minute she led Carlos, smiling sickly, into the secret voyeur's hall. "Yes, Pico?" Carlos asked timidly. "I will have la rubia." "But ... her husband is with her." "An easy obstacle to overcome, my friend. You will take them drinks, compliments of the establishment. His will be heavily drugged, hers very slightly so ... understand?" "No, Pico. Please, no. I could go to prison for such a thing!" "You will not go to prison if you do as I say," Pico said softly. Then he smiled. "But if you refuse ..." "Please, Pico," Carlos begged. "Don't make me do this thing!" Faustina stepped forward and pinched Carlos' cheek painfully, glaring into his eyes as she said icily, "Pico is running out of patience with you, Carlos." "Si," Pico agreed. "You owe me a great deal of money for your last shipment of heroin." "But I never received the shipment," Carlos protested. "The messenger was killed. The police got the stuff." "No matter, my friend," Pico said. "He was your errand boy, not mine. You owe me. I assure you I will collect." "I don't have the money to pay you," Carlos whined. "Then do me this small favor and buy yourself some time. Do not cause your wife to be a widow at such a tender age, Carlos." Carlos shifted uneasily, the sweat of agonized indecision beading on his brow. "I don't like it." "No es importante. Your wife is young and pretty. She will find another father for your children." "No, Pico. A little time ... that's all I need." "Then do as I say. Your action will buy you a month." Carlos wiped his brow, nodded reluctantly, then left. "Take a look, Faustina. Tell me what you think." Faustina put her eye to the peephole, smiling as she saw Ruth put a trembling hand to her cheek. "La rubia's eyes are big as tortillas. She will make the perfect replacement for Rosa. The animal and girl hold every ounce of her attention." "Yes, my dear sister. She is quite fascinated by the sight before her. I think she would secretly like to take the girl's place, don't you?" Carmelita, shuddering in orgasm and pushing at the dog's head, moaned brokenly, Pe-perro ... cesa! Cesa, perro!" The dog backed his head away and sat between her thighs, licking his moist chops and looking up at Carmelita's distorted face, listening to her gasp for breath as her body grew still again. "Ohhh ... perro ... vida mia!" Biting her lip, holding her thighs firmly together, Ruth fought against the urge to open her mouth and scream at the top of her lungs. She no longer felt sick at her stomach. Another sensation was taking hold of her. A warmth was building in her loins, a very upsetting warmth that was most unwelcome to her inhibited mind. She was just about to tell Elliott she'd had all she could take when a key rattled in the lock and the door swung open. Carlos, grinning sheepishly and carrying a tray with two drinks on it, entered and came toward them. "We didn't order another drink," Elliott said. "These are on the house, senor. Please I want you should have them." "I don't know about you, Elliott, but I need one!" Carlos turned the tray as Ruth reached for a drink, making sure she took the one intended for her. When Elliott took the other and drank a large sip of it, Carlos sighed with relief. "Thank you," Elliott said as Carlos moved quickly back to the door. "Por nada, senor ... por nada. Drink and enjoy yourself." As the door shut behind Carlos, Elliott blinked and moved his lips over his teeth in an odd manner. "My stars, Elliott!" Ruth exclaimed. "Look at them ... look what she's going to do!" With difficulty, Elliott focused on the bed, watching as Carmelita turned the dog on his back and brought her mouth close to his skinny, fiery-red cock. "She's gonna suck the dog!" Ruth gasped. Carmelita's tongue flashed out and licked the secretion from the animal's long, slender cock. She swallowed and smacked her lips, then opened her mouth and took in several inches of the inflamed prick. As her lips tightened around the ugly shaft and her cheeks hollowed in suction, Elliott shook his head and fought against the revulsion and numbness taking hold of him. "Oh, for heaven's sake!" Ruth yelped, jumping to the edge of the couch and staring in fascinated horror, watching the hot prick jerk and tremble as Carmelita began bobbing her head. "Sickening," Elliott said, his voice sounding weak and strange to his ears, the room starting to spin and the bed turning into a blurred mass. Elliott brought the glass close to his face, started to take another drink to clear his head, then looked at it instead. "Ruth." But she didn't hear him, and she was sitting too far forward to see him mouthing her name silently. The glass slipped from his hand and fell silently to the cushion between his legs, the liquid spilling and seeping wetly under him, soaking his pants and the cushion. A thousand trucks ran over him all at the same time. His brain jerked and bucked inside his skull. Then, darkness enveloping him, he slumped unconscious to the couch, his head flopping back and his mouth hanging open. "Ahora, perro ... ahora mismo!" Carmelita shouted urgently, jumping to her knees and bending into position, wagging her butt at the panting dog. Ruth turned up her drink and gulped the rest of it down, watching with one eye as the dog mounted the girl and hunched into her. "Ouuu," Carmelita moaned, dropping her face into the pillow as the dog wrapped his front legs around her body and began humping her furiously. Vida mia ... vida mia!" Ruth wanted to turn away, but she couldn't force her gaze from the sordid scene. She wanted to tell Elliott that she was ready to leave, but she couldn't find her voice. All she could do was sit there on the edge of the couch, holding her empty glass tightly, feeling suddenly dizzy and reeling at the gross obscenity just a few feet before her wide eyes. The dog thrust so fast his ass made a blur. Carmelita moaned and whimpered, clenching her hands into fists and beating weakly at the mattress. Her toes curled snugly against the soles of her feet. Her belly rose and fell rapidly, the sound of her harsh breathing filling the room. Then, when Ruth thought she would go right out of her mind if the incredible union went on a second longer, the dog hunched in and held, quivering and making noises of his own. Carmelita grunted, then gasped, then wailed brokenly as she joined the animal in a shuddering orgasm. "Let's go, Elliott. Take me out of this awful place. " But Elliott didn't answer, and Ruth still couldn't tear her gaze from the perverse sight on the bed. The dog pulled his cock from the girl and began licking the messy juice as it trickled from her swollen pussy. "Elliott. Let's go, darling." The girl sat up on the bed, looking over at Elliott with a strange expression on her face. Ruth looked at him then for the first time in several minutes. He was slightly blurred, and it annoyed her that he'd fallen asleep. She shook him. "Elliott ... Elliott! Wake up!" A key sounded in the lock. The door swung open. Feeling as if she were moving under water, Ruth sat up straight and glanced toward the door. There in the hall she saw a worried-looking Carlos and another man she thought looked familiar. She knew she'd seen the handsome Latin somewhere before, but she couldn't place him. It was reassuring to see a familiar face though, so she motioned him to her. He strode cockily into the room, smiling confidently as he held out his hand. "My husband. Help me wake him up. We have to get back to the motel." "Don't worry about a thing," Pico said. "I'll take care of your husband." "Thank you."