"BACK UP, YOU WORTHLESS CUNT PIECE OF SHIT!" he shouted. "NOW!"

Weeping, her tears making tracks in the dried up spooge on her face, Holly did as she was

told. The dog strained at his leash, picking up the scent of blood. He whimpered and salivated as

the girl got closer. Finally she was within reach. Smith chortled--and Holly cringed, mortified--

as the dog's hot tongue lapped the messy cunt.

"Well," he said, "looks like we're going to have ourselves a three-way. Open your mouth,

slut."

Whimpering pitifully, Holly obeyed, and Smith fucked the girl's blubbering, humiliated

mouth as the dog slavered and drooled over her cunt and asshole. After five minutes or so, when

his cock had again reached its full stiffness, he pulled out and looked at the dog's underside. The

red tip of its cock was peeking out of the hairy sheath. Smith smiled, and bent down to look

Holly in the face.