The girl paused and looked toward the side of the bed with a shy smile. "No, Carolyn, your husband is on the other side of the bed. That's right, a little lower. He's sitting down waiting for you to finish. Smile at him, Carolyn. You love him, smile as if you love him."

Carolyn turned slowly and stared toward the camera, fixing her eyes in the direction of the big Great Dane. Her face was filled with happiness, eyes bright, her mouth parted and damp.

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"Now undress, Carolyn, keep your eyes on your new husband and undress." Jason coached tonelessly, careful not to break the spell of the moment. She began unbuttoning the front of her blue shirtwaist dress, looking toward the Dane with half-closed eyes, a look of anticipation masked her lovely face. The dress dropped to the floor and she let it lay there. She reached slowly behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra, letting her hands slide forward to cup the heavy breasts and hold them up for his approval. "Mario," Jason spoke quietly, "pan in on the King. He's watching her ...

he knows what's coming ... and he's getting a real hard on." The small Bell & Howard camera swiveled smoothly on its tripod and aimed toward the waiting dog. The animal's eyes were on Carolyn's every movement, following the motion of her hands, her body. His tongue hung out and dripped saliva. "Lower, Mario,

smoothly now." The camera swung lower, following the muscular lines of the huge dog's body, then pausing on the long hairy sheath that housed the great canine penis. The camera whirred on, as Mario zoomed a slow close-up, so close Jason knew that the sheath and its partially exposed organ would fill the frame of the picture. King panted in anticipation, each heaving breath causing the pole-hard penis to poke in and out of its covering.

"Hold it there, Mario," Jason spoke in a whisper, "I'm going to try something." Behind the camera viewer, Mario's eyes were bright. His crotch heavy with anticipation. Staring at a stud dog's prick didn't normally do much for the small Italian man, but now as he focused the camera on it at close range, knowing as he knew that it would be buried in the girl's hot wet pussy in a few minutes, the expectation was almost too much. He tried to put the thought from his mind. It wasn't easy.

"Stay, King," Jason spoke gently to the dog, "Stay. King, do you want to lick the girl, boy? Lick the girl, King? STAY. Stay." The dog was near frantic with the promised goal. His tongue lapped hungrily over his jowls and his penis jutted out at full staff length and bobbed gently up and down with its own weight.

"Jesus," Mario said softly from behind the camera. "Now, Mario, bring the camera slowly back to the girl and keep it on her until she's on the bed and ready." The camera swung on a straight line from the dog's stiff pointed organ to the now nude body of Carolyn Vance and paused dutifully on the mouse-brown curls of her split. The camera angle was perfect, Mario grinned to himself, GOD what a film this one

would be. The girl was gonna dirty her pants when she saw this one. "Carolyn," Jason's voice was toneless, coaching once more. "Carolyn, your new husband can't wait to make love to you. Is this the first time you've made love to a man?" "No," the faint answer came.

"Too bad," Jason muttered softly to his associate, "it would have been damned effective to film the losing of her cherry with the blood and all on the King's big cock. Oh well."

"Jesus wept, I guess!" Mario agreed, his eye still on the girl squared in the viewer. The camera whirred on. "Say, boss, I'd better change film before we start the main event."

"A11 right. Do we have enough footage to get her on the bed with the dog sniffing her crotch?" "Hmmmm, I think so." guessed Mario, "give it a try." "Carolyn, your handsome new husband is so much in love with you. He has asked you to lay down on the bed and wait for him." Jason watched critically as she sat on the end of the blue velvet-covered bed and looked toward the imaginary bridegroom. "That's

fine, Carolyn, now just lie back on the bed and relax. Deep ... deep ... deeply relax. You are so comfortable, so happy, so very happy that you can't help but smile at your husband when he kneels before you. Look down at him and be happy."

The girl on the bed raised her head and looked down the length of her naked body, her eyes fascinated by something her mind said she saw there. "Carolyn, you are deep ... deep ... deeply in love with your husband and he is starting to make love to you. You are a passionate woman, deep ... deep ... deeply passionate woman and your body is beginning to fill with desire for him. You are so anxious to feel his touch. Your body won't lie still, you can't make it lie still."