Peg-O-My-Heart - Part 7 - 8K

With a giant mansion to sell and a hefty commission to be had, this isn't how Peg had envisioned her day would go. Naked, sure, that was now the norm with her clothing-optional promotion scheme, but not naked and bent over every other piece of furniture while catering to the whims of a single person. A dozen or more prospective buyers had booked appointments to see the home today....a dozen people were expecting to watch the voluptuous real estate agent strip down and flaunt her wares. Yet here she was, ignoring every single ring of the doorbell to cater to a single, albeit well-hung person...

Granted, Goofy wasn't really a client...more of a plaything on the side, coming to see what all the striptease realty hubbub was all about. It started like any other viewing for a prospective buyer...show a room, point out its amenities, strip off some clothing, and repeat until she either ran out of rooms or ran out of clothing. In Goofy's case, however, starting with only one article of clothing...a barely-there bikini...made for an extremely short tour.

What was she expecting? A little tease and a few laughs, maybe a hummer, and then she'd see Goofy to the door? No. Every time she and the hound have met up...bar-b-ques in her backyard, out on the boat with Pete, even a chance meeting at the grocery store...she'd spent the rest of her day worshiping that big, black cock of his.

And today was no different.

He'd already managed to bring her to three or four shivering climaxes, a couple of hours spent bent over the dining room table, his huge manhood buried deep in her ass. Number four..or was it five? She couldn't remember...ended in a teeth-gritted shiver, Peg looking much like a dog drying itself after a run through the backyard sprinkler. Reverse cowgirl on a high, wingback chair in the library...her thigh muscles burning as she twisted and heaved her hips on Goofy's fourteen inches.

Number six was a fun one. Laughing hysterically, her entire body writhing, holding onto the upstairs staircase landing's banister for dear life. Perched on his knees behind her, wet dog nose pressed against her sphincter, his crazy-long tongue lapping at her pubic mound. Peg nearly broke his nose when her legs turned to jelly.

Goofy: Yuh know, it’s almost dinner time and we ain’t even made it to none of the bedrooms, Peggy. Maybe we oughta…

Peg doesn’t let him finish his sentence. Grabbing Goofy by the wrist, a devilish look in her eyes, she yanks the suddenly wide-eyed hound down the hallway toward the master bedroom.

Goofy: Ah-hyuck!

His lack of an ass pointed towards the ceiling and Peg's ankles locked behind his thighs, Goofy makes slow revolutions with his hips. Between moans and sighs, Peg faux-spits and growls…Goofy’s long, floppy ears slap against her face as he ogles the room. Gilded furnishing, marble statues, fine art paintings, Persian rugs, and all manner of bespoke knickknacks surround the giant canopy bed.

Goofy: Garsh. So, this is how the other half lives.

It’s a dangerous game he’s playing, but… Goofy pretends to pay little attention to the increasingly irritated-looking redhead beneath him, inwardly smiling to himself upon catching a glimpse of the snarling woman in his peripheral vision.

Goofy: Are… Are those reeeal Fabro-jay eggs?

Peg opens her mouth to say something derogatory, her upper lip curling to reveal a pair of sharp canines. She only manages to get out a single syllable, the word quickly fading to an unintelligible, oh-faced groan…Goofy bottoming his manhood into her with a ’plop’ of skin against labia. One plop becomes two, then three, then… Peg’s eyes roll back in her head, fingernails digging into the spindly hound's lats as he unleashes a torrent of plops. A quarter, then half, now three-quarters of his length. Pounding…unrelenting…she lets out a wavering, plop-matching howl.

Peg: H’OHH-OH-OH-OHH G-G-GAH-AH-AH-AHD YUH-UH-UHH-ESS-S-SSS!!

Before she realizes it, Goofy scoops his arms between himself and Peg’s thighs, pulling them away from him. Around and in front of him, the black dog clamps her legs together, an arm wrapped around her knees...the effect tightening her around his massive girth. The never-ending plopping becomes an echoing slap, his entire waistline smacking against the backs of her thighs.

Peg‘s arms fall to her sides, balls of million-count sheets wadded up in her fists.

Peg: F-FF-FFF-FUH-UHH-K-K M-MM-MEE-EE-EEE GOO-OO-F-F-EE-EEE!!

The hound leans back, another arm clamping around the redhead’s thighs, her hips coming off the bed. Pegs’s breasts jounce and undulate, the never-ceasing pounding oscillating them in near-violent circles. Her chin quivering and lips moving, no words coming out…

Peg: (thinking) Oh gawd, don't stop! Ohhh gaaaawd, pleeease don’t stop!

She‘s almost there…

Almost there…

Almost…

Goofy abruptly stops.

Goofy: Heavens to Betsy! That’s a real Pee-caso!

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Original Art by Artybear

Colors and Edits by Phillipthe2