Peg-O-My-Heart - Part 8 - 8K

Hour upon endless hour, now well into the late evening, Goofy is no less of a machine than when he knocked on the front door this afternoon. Long gone is Peg’s hope of showing the mansion to a prospective buyer, much less making a sale, and now only hoping she’ll get home at a semi-reasonable hour. Getting back to normal hours and into bed before the sun was about to rise was the primary reason she’d gotten out of shaking her ass for a living and back into real estate.

Yet here she is, naked and sweaty, covered in man-seed long after the streetlights have turned on. The only difference now is that she isn’t wearing a garter stuffed full of greenbacks and her ‘customers’ aren’t college-age frat boys or fat, fresh-off-the-road truckers.

Laying face up atop the green-felted billiards table of the uber-mansion's game room, her neck bent over its oak-clad side rail, the red-faced housewife groans out nothing but gulking noises. Mascara tears ran down her cheeks, Peg’s eyelids fluttered, and scarcely half of Goofy’s black manhood stuffed down her throat. With a white-gloved hand holding either side of her head, the redhead digs her fingernails into tables felt and takes in one last shuddering, nasally breath before the hound heaves another inch or so past where the larynx meets the esophagus.

Writhing and attempting to gulp around the huge bulge in her throat, Peg's head jounces and bobbles as Goofy thrusts into her mouth. What seems like far longer than sixty seconds passes, Goofy withdrawing just far enough for her to take a breath, and then plunges right back into her. Over and over, the lanky dog repeats the maneuver, Peg drooling uncontrollably around his massive shaft.

Just when she’s had more than she can take, Peg raises a hand to ‘tap out’ against Goofy’s thigh…but at the same moment, she hears the hound let out a familiar, wavering bark and a distinct throb against her tongue. A flurry of thrusts follows, Peg’s jaw muscles burning, until finally…

Goofy: Cuh… Cuhhh… Comin’, Peggy!

Goofy thrusts and spasms down her throat, again and again, Peg straining to swallow around his girth. She can’t get all of it, a froth of come and drool, spurting past her lips, running down the bridge of her nose and across her cheeks. A few more sympathetic spasms and Peg finally slaps Goofy's thigh, the black hound gingerly withdrawing, letting out a quivering exhale as he does so.

Before he’s even fully withdrawn, Peg pulls in a long, ragged inhale…Goofy’s head grazes against the redhead's sharp chin as he pulls out. As if on cue, as soon as Peg’s eyes flutter open, she watches as one last spasm erupts, splashing across her now normal-sized throat, a second dollop plopping squarely between her breasts.

Much to Goofy’s surprise…at this point, he would have thought she’d be sick and tired of him coming in her…Peg reaches up and grasps his shaft, leveling it with her lips. The real estate agent smiles around his bulbous head, looking up around his forearm-width shaft, greedily lapping and sucking any remaining seed. Goofy lets out a grunt of a laugh…she’s an absolute mess…in her hair, dangling from the lip of her nose, her crimson-shaded face crisscrossed with Goofy’s leavings.

Peg: Wuh… What’s so funny?

Goofy: You, uhhh… Ah-h’yuck! You look'd in a mirror lately, Peggy?

Peg: Well, let’s see… I’ve had a giant Goof-dick in me, multiple times over, since… Ohhh, I don’t know, noon today? So, no… No, I have not.

She doesn't have to see it. She can feel it. Everywhere...in every nook and cranny.

Peg abruptly swings her legs over the side of the pool table and hops down. It isn't until a little gravity has hit that she notices the bulge in her belly and the distinct feeling of being full...like she's just woofed down Thanksgiving dinner. The sticky woman simply plods off, a trail of pearlescent drops following her towards the door.

Goofy: Wha...  Where yuh goin', Peggles?  Yuh ain't even shown me half of the house yet.

Peg: To find a shower...or a garden hose...whichever comes first.

Not five minutes and Peg is back upstairs, having found one of the home's many, many Italian marble-clad bathrooms.  Hands on the cold, stone wall, Peg lets the hot water pummel her...watching below her as a veritable river of pearlescent-mixed water circles the drain.

Peg: (thinking) Gawd. Sooo much come. How does he even store that much...?

Before she can finish her thought, Peg is startled by a stab to her posterior...Goofy's huge head parting her cheeks.

Goofy: Nope, we ain't done it in this room either.

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Original Sketch by Nyar

Colors and Edits by Phillipthe2