His cock thrilled to every wet caress from my warm tongue. His prick pulsed and throbbed hotly against my tongue. I tickled his foreskin with the tip of my tongue and giggled as it bounced and more juice spilled out. His hand squeezed my breast, making me burn and turn all watery inside. I could feel the juices oozing from my hole and running onto my thigh. I forgot that Hitler had been trained to react to cuntjuice.
Both the driver and I were in for a surprise. Hitler was quick to pick up the aroma of heated pussy. I was concentrating on the glorious cock sticking lewdly from the trucker's fly. The man was paying attention to my tits and the road. Then the dog's cold nose pressed between my legs and I gasped. The driver glanced over and almost ran the truck off the road. 'He usually do that?' the man gasped. 'Sure-you want to watch him?' I giggled. He nodded.
That would be great. I could suck the big cock in my mouth dry and the dog could lick me off. I twisted so the driver could watch and still keep at least one eye on the road. I spread my knees wide and shivered as the broad tongue thrilled the entire length of my split. 'Jesus!' the driver chuckled. 'Yeah!' I breathed, and took his whole cock into the back of my throat. 'Goddamn-sonofabitch! Watch out! I'll shoot off in your mouth if you keep that up!' the man choked, as he raised his hips to push it in even deeper.
'I'd like that,' I mumbled, with the proud cock still in my mouth. The driver laughed as my words came out in a jibberish. He chuckled. I giggled and nipped his cock playfully, low on the hard cock. The big hand on my tit never missed a squeeze. The dog's tongue flicked and caressed my exposed cunt. It mashed and prodded my clit until I was a mindless piece of passion.
This was absolute heaven. There couldn't be anything better than a tongue on my pussy, a hand on my tit and a cock in my mouth. Unless it was another cock in my pussy as well. I seethed and boiled as I deep-throated him. The driver paid more attention to my wiggling and squirming than the road. Of course, the fact I was sucking him didn't help his driving any either.
He wheeled into a rest stop shortly after that and the three of us climbed into the bunk behind his seat and drew the curtains. The man knelt over my head and faced my cunt so he could watch Hitler. It felt weird to have the cock upside-down in my mouth and his balls resting over my nose. I couldn't see a thing since his giant balls were resting on my eyes.
Hitler got tired of licking my soggy cunt and crawled awkwardly on top of me. The driver was going crazy as he watched the big dog trying to crawl forward, to where he could fuck me in the missionary position. The doggie-dick drove hotly into my slick cunt and shot to the back of the canal. My pussy was tight. The big dog cock stretched and tore through me. Waves of searing pleasure pain rippled through my insides.
The cock in my mouth almost drowned me in its cum as the driver heated quickly toward his final super- spurt. A heady sensation gripped me as I climbed higher and higher, taking the two different cocks. The two of them wound my heated spring tighter and tighter as they rose to their own peaks. The driver came first. His glorious prick pulsed and throbbed. It danced around and beat my tongue half to death. His balls quivered against my eyes and then he let his cum spurt.
Great gobs of the wonderful juice filled the back of my mouth as the hard prick unleashed its fury. I swallowed time after time as fast as I could. I emptied sperm and spit into my belly over and over. He squeezed my tits, almost mashing them in his excitement. He raised and lowered his ass, letting the big prick run back and forth in my mouth until he had completely emptied it.
Shifting off my face, he sat and watched as Hitler drove me higher and higher. The ugly doggie-dick roared in and out, battering my pussy to a frenzied state of heat. We rose to our orgasm together. I bounced my hips back and forth. I rolled my cunt hotly against his surging loins. Then we were coming!
I found myself suspended for a long time in the delicious heaven of orgasm as he filled my cunt. When I'd finished, and the dog had gotten off, I cleaned up and the driver started selling me on an idea he had. He told me that he made regular runs through Barstow. It turned out that he knew a Madam who'd opened a classy whore house in the area and needed girls.
Every time the driver picked up a hitchhiker, who looked like she would like that kind of work, he'd drop her off at the house. I'd go over real big, because I was young, well developed, liked sucking and fucking and had Hitler. It would mean a lot of money for me. It wouldn't take forever to build up a nest egg. I'd have nice clothes, a nice room, good food, and reasonable working hours.
I didn't see how I could refuse. I needed money, I craved nice clothes and wanted to be able to travel in style. I was sick of being a drop-out and a hitchhiker. We got dressed and climbed back into the front of the truck cab. The driver started the giant truck and got us back onto the highway again. Suddenly the desert looked different. It looked beautiful. I was looking forward to my new job.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The desert was starting to get cold now as it turned to winter and I was thankful for the warm room of Mrs. Johnson's whore house. The deal I'd swung with the madam was special. I got paid more than any other girl in the house, except for the one who specialized in kinky sex, and my hours were more flexible than most of the other girls. Hitler had made it all possible. His broad tongue and big cock gave me the edge I needed. I quickly found that most men would pay the madam, and me, extra just to watch the dog fuck and suck me. Then they would leave a good tip when we were finished.
I wasn't proud of what I was doing, but it was a means to an end. It was only temporary and I knew it. I'd have my savings built up before the winter was out and then I could start over someplace fresh. The first couple of weeks were easy. I put on a show or two a night and made it straight with a few of the johns in between. We never had any trouble. Mrs. Johnson was paying the local cops off and had two of the biggest, meanest-looking bouncers I'd ever seen. Of course, with Hitler around it was even better.
Most of our customers were long-haul truckers and local Marines. They were nice enough and willing to pay for what they got. The only thing which really had the madam worried was the possibility of an accident or an unhappy girl, or customer, going to the paper and getting her shut down. So she made sure everyone was kept happy.
I probably would have spent the entire winter there and been fairly content if the other special girl hadn't gotten sick. The girl came down with the flu at one in the afternoon and Mrs. Johnson called for me. I'd use the other girl's room because of its location and soundproofing. There wasn't anything to worry about. I'd be paddled and expected to scream and cry for show. But the cords would be cloth and the only thing available to hit me with was a smooth ping-pong paddle. I'd get eighty percent of the take plus tips for any of those kinky tricks.
I turned her down at first. I didn't want to be spanked. I didn't like pain and told Mrs. Johnson so. But the woman talked and talked until I gave in. She needed help and I could always use the money. Besides, she promised to keep close tabs on the action while I was with that type of customer.
M normal room was on the second floor and the other girl's was in the basement, for atmosphere as much as anything. I helped the other girl up and got her bedded down in my bed, before moving the few things I'd need down to her room. The night started off well enough. I did my usual routine with Hitler and straight fucked a couple of times. Then, about midnight, a new customer came in and wanted to paddle someone. That someone was naturally going to be me.
My mind had been blown at the ranch. There wasn't too much I wouldn't do willingly, but this still made me nervous. If it hadn't been for the money, I'd never have done it. With visions of depositing enough with Mrs. Johnson to bring my balance to fifteen-hundred dollars, I dressed in my lacy; black bra and crotchless panties, a flimsy black garterbelt and black-mesh stockings. Taking Hitler with me, I went to my room and waited.
My customer was about forty. He was pale and fat with beady eyes. I smiled nervously as we gave each other the once-over and came to terms. Then Mrs. Johnson left us, taking the money with her. Hitler was anxious to get a piece of me and we didn't waste any time. I undressed as my customer leaned back in his chair smoking a cigar and watching. I removed everything but my garter belt and nylons before stretching out, on my back, across the bed. The man stared intently as I coaxed the big German shepherd between my legs.
The dog's tongue was delicious and soothing. The pink tongue flicked heavily across my cunt, thrilling and heating my cunt with each caress. My cunt-hole bubbled and drained its slick juices. The big animal lapped it up and slurped across my clit. I trembled with excitement. I squirmed happily and watched the man in the chair blush
