HEATHER LOCKLEAR – Dogsex in public
As Heather Locklear emerged from the waters of the Pacific Ocean onto the beach, she observed the crowded sands. Beautiful
Los Angelino women sunned themselves, topping up those perfect tans, guys played frisbee with their dogs, families enjoyed a
day out, children make sand-castles, pretty boys posed, but she knew she was the centre of attention. Heather Locklear, tv
star, world famous beauty, standing up to her thighs in the Ocean, her red string bikini barely covering enough flesh to
warrant wearing it – two small triangles covered her nipples and little more,
another triangle covered her heavilly trimmed
pussy, other than that it was just string. Water trickled off her shoulders and arms, off her small but perfect breasts,
down her flat hard stomach and her thighs and back into the Ocean from where it came. Heather stood there, running her
hands through her blonde hair, making sure that everyone noticed her. She loved the attention.
She strolled out of the water, the sun reflecting off her smooth skin and headed back to her towel on the beach. She had
come here alone, her husband was off touring, her kid at school, she wasn’t filming that week. It was relaxation time.
She lay back on her blanket and put on a pair of sunglasses, stretched herself out and started to bake in the sunlight.
Even with her eyes closed she knew that she was being watched, young guys and kids checking out the sexy tv star. She could
imagine what those guys were thinking about – maybe getting her into bed, on her hand and knees, or on her back with her
legs pinned back, or maybe just giving them head. She smiled as she imagined all those pathetic losers dreaming of fucking
her fantastic body.
Heather woke a while later, checked her watch and figured that it was time to roll over and even up her tan. Her front was
pretty much done now, her back needed browning. Her towell wasn’t all that wide, and rather than get herself covered with
sand by just rolling over, she got up to her knees and turned around. On her knees she looked around the beach, looking at
the families, and the guys, and the babes, as she adjusted the strings of her bikini and stroked a few flecks of sand off
her flesh, then she lowered herself down onto her front. She propped herself up on her elbows and pulled out a screenplay
she had been sent by her agent. She would read it as her back tanned.
As she read she heard someone, or something, approaching her. She could smell him almost before she could hear his heavy
breathing. Fucking pervert, she thought. She rolled over quickly, her ass hitting the sand beside her towell and looked up
at the ‘pervert’. What she saw was the biggest dog she thought she had ever seen, a massive Mastiff, huge. This huge dog
was soaking and matted with sand, like he’d been at the beach for a month. His teeth were yellow and his breath stank.
Heather looked up at him as he moved closer and closer, then stood right over her. He stood very still just looking down at
her, almost like he was hypnotising her. She stared right into his eyes, and then, totally against her thoughts and reason,
she reached out a scratched his chest, then moved her hand lower to his belly, then – oh God – stroked his penis sheath and
Heather pulled her hand back, taking in a sharp breath, looking around to see that no-one had seen. Then looked back to the
dog, still standing over her, still. She looked back to his cock and noticed that about an inch of red flesh was showing.
She couldn’t resist. She reached down again and allowed his cock sheath to rest in her hand, she figured that anyone
watching would think she was just tickling the dog’s belly. She took a careful hold of the dog’s cock and started working
it more seriously as another couple of inches of cock grew. She looked up at his face and he stared back at her. “My, you
are a big boy, aren’t you?” She croaked in her famously sexy voice.
She continued her cock massage, paying less and less attention to the other folks on the beach, more and more attention to
the dog. She had no idea what was making her do this, the idea itself was repugnant, the dog stank, and she wasn’t exactly
desperate for cock action, she could click her fingers and have a hundred cocks from this beach alone! But still she did
it, slowly changing from massaging the dog’s cock-sheath to actually jerking his slick red cock. She was becoming
transfixed by the size of it, at least a foot long, and fat like a billy club. She ran her hand up and down it, her palm
and fingers getting sticky and wet from his pre-cum.
Heather brought her hand to her face and sniffed the pre-cum, then ran her tongue over her palm, tasting it, and sucked her
finger, then two fingers – imagining the taste of that huge cock in her mouth. She had to do it, she didn’t care at all who
saw her. As far as she was concerned she was alone with the dog. She pushed her head under the dog’s belly, her bleached
blonde hair pressing up against his smelly piss stained belly hair, and took the end of his cock in her mouth. She almost
gagged from the strong acrid taste, but she wanted to suck it – more than she had ever wanted to suck cock before, but not
She’d been sucking for less than a minute when she decided that she wanted the cock inside her – inside her body for real.
She withdrew it from her mouth and rolled onto her knees, then pulled her bikini briefs down around her knees and encouraged
the dog to step astride her back – which he did. She reached back and took hold of his cock between her legs, then brought
it up against her flesh. Her plan was to slide the tip of the cock down between her butt-cheeks and over her pussy lips,
then ease him inside herself, but as she slid him down between those perfect buttocks and he felt flesh, he instinctively
started thrusting. The first thrust drove his cock against her flesh just above her anus, the second drove his cock right
into her anus. A single thrust of extremely wet, very fat, cock, pushing it several inches up her ass. She screamed out in
pain and shock. If no-one had seen her doing anything with the dog before, then everyone was aware now. Crowds looked up
from their families, their books and their friends, to see the little blonde actress being butt-fucked by the dog. Heather
stared back at them, helpless to stop the dog now that he had started fucking her – and not really wanting to stop him now
that the initial shock had passed. She’d been seen, she thought, nothing to lose now.
She was now on her knees, her bikini top was holding her fine breasts in place as the dog rocked into her ass and jiggled
them about. Her bikini briefs pulled down around her knees collecting pussy juices and sand, the huge Mastiff mounted on
her back pumping his hard footlong cock into her tight asshole.
Heather grabbed handfulls of wet sand as the dog jackhammered into her from behind, all the time she moaned, gasped and
drooled – her eyes half-closed in a mask of orgasmic pleasure. It didn’t bother her that there were guys taking photographs
of her beastial show, didn’t bother her that children were crying, that Beach Patrol cops were approaching. Nothing
bothered her at that time because she was cumming like a train – hard and fast and over and over again as the mangy hude dog
rammed his huge cock deeper and deeper into her arse. She was being knocked forward onto her elbows, the force of the dogs
thrusts getting harder and faster… She knew enough about males, whether human or dog, to know that he was about to cum…
“Cum in me you magnificent animal…” She moaned. Then she felt the first squirt is semen shooting up her butt, deep inside
her. Then a second. A second orgasm shook her body as she felt the hot cum inside her.
She tossed her head back and opened her eyes and saw herself in the mirror… The mirror at the head of her bed, and behind
her she could see a very sweaty Richie Sambora – her husband, his face twisted into that look he always got when he came.
She could feel a cock in her ass, but it was a foot long, or dog – it was just Richie’s. She moaned, deep down inside she
was heart broken. It was all a dream.
Richie told her that it was the best sex they had ever had, and she agreed – but she didn’t tell him that she’d been
thinking about a dog, not him. She did tell him that she thought she should buy a guard dog – for when he was away touring,
and he agreed that that would be a good idea. He had no idea what she had planned for the dog whilst he was away, and she
couldn’t wait for him to leave.