"Well, I told you to watch out for her," Bob said as he watched his wife disappear into the darkness of the theatre toward the entrance doors.
"She's not that bad," Kathy said, wondering what kind of stories Connie could tell. She was still reeling from the shock that the woman she'd spied on was Bob's wife.
"No, I guess not," Bob sighed as he watched Connie open the door and slip out into the street.
"Oh, Mrs. Murphy. Do you think you could go back down to the wardrobe room again," Helen called from the stage. "I'm sorry, but I lost the bust measurements and I'll need them to let out your costume."
Kathy heard the stage hands giggle and laugh.
"Okay, everybody quiet up there," Bob called. "We've got some last-minute details to work out on the lighting before we get the actors up there for the first rehearsal."
Kathy reached back and gave Bob a gentle squeeze before she walked up to the stage to join Helen.
"I'm sorry, but…" Helen began.
"That's okay. My husband isn't going to be home until five," Kathy said as she glanced down at her wristwatch. "It's only two now. Plenty of time."
"Hey, where the fuck's that dog?" Bob asked angrily as he jumped up on the stage.
"I think Morey took him back to the kennel," one of the hands said.
The Great Dane! Suddenly Kathy's mind flashed back to the scene she'd come across earlier. How did Connie know about the dog being here in the first place? Then how had she taken the animal down from the wings to the back rooms? And how did she think she could get away with it? All these questions raced through Kathy's mind as she followed the wardrobe mistress through the maze of halls back to the rear of the theatre. As she stepped into the wardrobe room, Kathy thought of Bob Decker's big cock. At the same time, she wondered just where the Great Dane was now.
CHAPTER THREE
"Going home now Mrs. Murphy?" Helen asked as she finished with the final fitting.
"I think I'll stay down here for a few minutes and study my lines," Kathy said.
"Just close the door and turn out the light. It locks by itself when slammed shut," Helen said as she nodded and stepped into the hall.
Kathy sat down at the tiny dressing table and opened the script to her first lines. She didn't know how much time had passed before she heard something walking into the room. Kathy suddenly realized that somebody was watching her closely, standing only a few feet behind her. It was too quiet to be someone dropping in for just a friendly visit.
"Who's there?" Kathy asked nervously as she stared down at the script.
Kathy got the courage to turn around and look for herself.
"Oh!" Kathy cried out in surprise. It was the Great Dane, staring hotly at her. His big, pink tongue was hanging sloppily out of the corner of his mouth while he panted at her. "You're supposed to be back at the kennel," Kathy said as she got up shakily from her chair and started for the door. She walked out into the hall and to the stairs, just about to call up to the stage hands that she'd found the dog.
"Where the hell's that animal?" she could hear Bob yelling. "That Goddamned kennel my wife suggested we use is calling up. They need him for some kid's television show tonight," Bob shouted angrily.
So that was it! Connie had arranged the whole thing – the dog, the time, the kennel – everything.
Maybe she even arranged the play – all about a dog. She could keep her husband happy by letting him tinker in the theatre. And what a perfect cover she had, visiting the theatre, pretending to be the concerned and active wife while she was spreading her legs for the lead star – a dog!
"Come on, boy," Kathy said, running back to the room and wrapping her right hand about the animal's brown leather collar. "Come ON!" Kathy urged, trying to pull the Dane out into the hall. But the animal refused to move. Instead he backed up, dragging her back into the room.
"Oh, no you don't," Kathy said as she felt her nipples poke up against her bra. "I'm not Connie!"
But the Dane didn't seem to care. He growled angrily, backing still further into the room.
"Oh God!" Kathy cried as she found herself back in the room with the panting dog. "I don't think…" Then she felt the animal's hot, heaving side against her right leg. Her pussy contracted in time to the dog's heavy breathing. She fought the desire to let the Dane fuck and lick her for a few seconds. Then a wave of sexual lust swept over her pussy. It was too powerful to resist.
"Damn!" she cried as she reached over and slammed the door shut. She remembered what Helen told her. No one would be able to come into the room to disturb her and the dog. "Come on, boy. You want some hot pussy for lunch? Well, Kathy's going to serve it up to you," she said as she unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off her shoulders. She nervously unsnapped the clasp of her bra as the dog whined and growled, watching her closely.
"Ummmm," Kathy groaned teasingly, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the floor as she rubbed her thighs together. The Dane barked loudly.
"No, don't boy," Kathy warned him as she reached forward and stroked his big head. Almost automatically he drove his nose against her hot crotch, sticking out his tongue and lapping at the big wet spot on the crotch of her panties.
"Yesss!" Kathy groaned as she drove her fingers between her panties and belly and slid them down to her ankles. "Hot snatch served up to doggie," Kathy said as she stepped out of her panties and dropped to the floor.
"Come on, boy. Right over here," Kathy said as she sat down and squirmed her bare ass across the floor. "Lick meee!" Kathy cried as the dog pranced between her widely spread legs and started lapping at her juicing snatch.
"Lick me, doggie! Ohhh, yessss!" Kathy realized she sounded like Connie did a little while ago. There was something deliciously wild about the dog's tonguing. Never before had she ever dreamed about wanting a dog for a lover. Now, nothing seemed more natural.
"Ahhh!" she cried as she clenched her fingers tightly into a fist and pounded the floor wildly. Kathy thrust her crotch up in the air, slamming her swollen cunt lips hard against the Dane's cold nose. She whipped her hair across her tits as waves of warm, wet pleasure tore through her body. She was giving herself completely to the Dane's insistent tonguing. Kathy felt her nipples swell as the muscles in her belly tightened up and quivered.
"Right there!" Kathy screamed as the Dane jabbed his tongue at her pounding, sensitive clit.
The Dane obviously wasn't too startled by Kathy's shrieks. He lapped up and down her moist gash, dipping the tip of his long tongue in and raking her throbbing clit.
"Uhhh!" Kathy cried as she felt her clit tingle. She felt too weak to sit up, and let herself crash to the floor. Kathy hunched up her legs and pressed her knees against her big tits. The Dane's tongue zeroed in on her puckered ass-hole suddenly, making Kathy shudder in a feeling mixed with fear and agonizing pleasure.
"Oh, anywhere! Stick that fuckin' tongue anywhere you want," she groaned. It wasn't the first time she'd been rimmed in the shitter. Joe liked to eat out her ass-hole, sometimes driving his cock and blowing his load in her butt while he fingered her off with a dildo. Now, Kathy was expanding her experience by letting a dog do what her husband did.
"Ohhh!" Kathy groaned, looking between her raised, shaking legs at the panting animal. His long, thick cock was fully unsheathed, glowing a hot red in the brightly lit room. "Fuck me, doggie. Fuck me!" Kathy whispered as she watched the Dane's cock slide out of its protective, furry sheath. She guessed that his glistening prick was at least five inches long – not all that impressive for a man, but long for a dog. Kathy quickly turned over and got on her hands and knees, feeling her sensitive nipples brush against the floor.