the back of her mind how such a sweet person as Peggy could stand him. He had to be twenty years older than she… his hair was snow-white!
Sultan growled at him.
'Whatsa matter, mutt? Don't you know me?'
'Back, Sultan!' Carol commanded, catching hold of the animal's collar. 'I–It's fine… working fine, Mr. White. Thanks, though…'
'Just wondered,' he repeated, and Carol saw his liquor-glazed eyes drop almost lecherously to the deep cleft between her full breasts which her still partially open blouse revealed. Reflexively, she drew the silky white material together, an inner feeling of thankfulness for Sultan's massive protection steadying her.
'Y-Yes, it's fine, thank you,' she said, half-closing the door.
He stepped back then and nodded, but the lurid smile she thought she read was still there. 'Just let me know if you need me… or anything… I'm right next door, you know,' he said, then licked at his lips. 'Anything… anytime…'
Carol closed the door and shot the bolt to lock it, a cold chill shuddering upward along her spine. God, he'd been drunk, too! But… but, she hadn't really seen him any other way since she'd been there… those lewd, raking eyes… and that goatish grin…! How could Peggy stand him? Didn't she know…?
Sultan whimpered, looking up at her and she let go of his collar. 'Thank goodness for you, darling!' the curvaceous blonde girl whispered, dropping onto her lushly rounded haunches to take his big head between her slender white hands. 'You wouldn't let anyone hurt your Carol, would you, baby? My sweet, sweet angel!' She kissed him on his wet nose as he instantly licked out his long pink tongue to lave warmly over her lips in retaliation. 'You handsome fellow! What girl could ask for more… that's what I want to know?'
The powerful animal whined as he tried to nuzzle closer to her and she hugged him tightly. 'Ooooohhhhhhh… my baby… baby sweet! I love you!' she whispered, kissing him between the eyes before straightening up. 'Now… now that whatever Mr. White's frightening visit meant has passed, I'm going to take that bath, Sultan baby! But before I do, I'm going to mix myself a little gin and tonic. If a girl ever needed a bracer, I think yours truly does. Come on. You can have some Coke and we'll take them into the bathroom.'
Sultan trotted along beside her, brushing against her warm thigh whenever he could, letting her know his excitement with little whimpers when she poured the nose-tickling dark liquid into his bowl.
'I never saw a dog who drinks Coke like you do, baby. No, not here… in the bathroom. Come on,' Carol said, leading the way and sipping at her gin and tonic, her mind still a long way from being empty of Ed White. Yes, as soon as she possibly could, she'd find another place, and hopefully one in a more desirable area. Maybe the struggling movie stars of the thirties and forties thought Westland was the 'in' section of Hollywood, but she'd bet her life they wouldn't believe it if they saw it today. The paint-peeled stucco buildings and boarded up store-fronts, to say nothing of the shady-fenced characters, the hippies and obvious prostitutes of all ages moving along its streets would painfully expose to them its degeneration. And it was sad… but God knew, there was no room for any more sadness inside her. It was time for something uplifting…!
Sultan watched her suddenly laughing down at him. He raised his head from the bowl of dark liquid that he liked so much and sneezed. He watched her smooth, soft curves ripple and sway as she undressed for her bath and laughed warmly at him, the long hair of her head a little lighter than that between her pretty legs. He danced around her, and longed to do something that would make her know how much he loved her.
Carol watched her darling all the time she drew water to fill the tub. Was there ever an animal, or a human, more lovingly devoted than Sultan was? God, what would she do without him? Coming home today, she'd felt miserable. Only the thought of her handsome Sultan had lifted her spirits. Then, seeing him excitedly waiting for her beside Peg! And the way he had instinctively caused Ed White to back off! He'd been protecting her… of course, he had! The beautiful cavalier! She loved him so much! He was really her whole life…
The soothing lukewarm water, frothy with bubble bath, slowly drained the miseries, both physical and mental, from Carol's nakedly submerged young body. She caressed the fluffy suds over her full, rounded breasts, sensing her tiny pink nipples hardening beneath the water as if aggressively provoked, such moments of arousal seldom known to her since the remote days of Jonny. Remote but not forgotten, she thought, stopping the self- sensuous act, but not before a series of rippling delights stabbed through her sensitive loins and rapidly incited belly.
It was ridiculous… absolutely ridiculous that she should feel this way! She'd been able to control her sense of physical need for a year, and she could continue… couldn't she? Of course, she could, Carol told herself, climbing out of the tub! When the time came, if it ever did again, then she would give herself without shame to the man she loved. She had loved Jonny for so long… loved his body… the way he had made love to her, and she to him… his long thick blood-hardened penis rushing wildly up into her welcoming vagina… but always selfishly… thrust into her mouth with whimpering pleads… his boyish tongue licking feverishly up between her legs… the moment when he finally exploded his white-hot cum inside her…
God, she had to kick these thoughts, and right now!
Sultan watched closely the movements of her glistening white body as she climbed from the tub and began to towel herself, his keen sense of smell detecting the sudden scent of her female nakedness in the small room. He had been aware of the exciting, heated aroma before with her, its meaning confusing him, but she of the midnight hair had educated him. He sensed the heavy weight growing in the depths of his own loins as he watched her turn to look at her curvaceous reflection in the long mirror on the door.
For a moment, Carol stood motionless, consciously admiring the harmonious balance of her eye-pleasing curves, a tingle of narcissism fluttering through her belly. She realized her own physical beauty and had always been excited by it… her full, pink-nippled breasts and slender waist flowing into generously arched hips and smooth- rounded thighs. How Jonny had raved over her long legs, the alluring shape of her calves, slender ankles and tiny feet, kissing them all over in his passion. But it was the secret white outline her swimsuit halter left across the resilient mounds of her firm, uptilted breasts and cupping the ovals of her full buttocks, that fascinated him most. She dropped her gaze to the stretch of satiny untanned skin over her hips and the soft little bowl of her lower belly where the curly triangle of sparse blonde pubic hair began to fringe the puffiness of her pubic mound and fleshy vaginal lips, tiny shivers of awakened sensualism rippling over her. Lord, when was the last time she had done it to herself? She couldn't even remember… but evidently, too long ago, the way she was suddenly keyed-up. She had never been a sexually oriented girl, but…!
Carol dropped her bath towel to the floor and sighed, letting her own trembling hands stroke downward over her hips as she watched herself in the mirror. Her soft breathing increased as she smoothed her fingers inward toward the base of her incited belly to the sensitive mound of hair-sprinkled flesh between. She pressured tauntingly, her slender fingers extended, the pinkness of her moistening vaginal slit's momentary exposure captivating her. OOohhhh… she had to, was all… simply had to, she was that fired-up!
Sultan whimpered, demanding the long-haired girl's attention, and almost shamefully she stopped her lewd caresses.
'Oh darling, you'll have to forgive your Carol, but… but there are things even she can't do without forever!'
The big dog wagged his tail and animalishly licked at his jaws, then at her soft, sweet-smelling hand when she bent down to brush it over his head. She couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking as his big brown eyes seemed to sweep all over her body, almost lustfully ogling her soft white nakedness. An impulse of exhibitionism added to her stimulation as she stood there for a long moment posing tauntingly before his gleaming animal eyes. 'You… you can even watch me do it if you want to, darling!' she hotly whispered, that lurid thought feeding more fuel to the wave of self-infused passion washing through her. 'Come on!' she hissed, quickly leading the way toward the bedroom. 'You can sit right by the bed and watch Carol, darling!'
Sultan followed close beside her, brushing against the warm smoothness of her thigh as she walked, the exciting scent of her effluent body-heat filling his nostrils. He paused as she climbed onto the bed, the soft curves quivering with every movement, and then she was lying on her back and breathing heavily, hardly looking in his direction now. The powerful animal watched her long legs spread slowly open on the bed, her small hand moving down between them to the blonde-fringed opening to her pussy. He watched her fingers begin to work in a teasing circular motion, little sighs of pleasure tumbling from her parted lips, her smooth white buttocks starting to rise from the bed to meet her rhythmically moving hand…
And that was when he leaped up to join her!
