lover girl

As you walked through the living room, you spotted something on the couch. “Jesus..” You mumbled, frustrated as you picked up a pair of your panties. Your cheeks burned as you felt that they were wet. You had scolded him before, that chewing on your things was what bad boys did. You gave him plenty of things he was supposed to put in his mouth, but he wasn’t a good listener. With a huff, you took them with you and headed off to your bedroom.

“Leon?” You called out, assuming he was already asleep. Until you made it to your door, noticing it was half-way open—along with the soft noises that sounded like whimpers. Little huffs and whines that had you pushing your door wide open. You glanced to the floor first, seeing a pair of boxers carelessly strewn on your floor, along with a few others articles of your clothing.

Your focus shifted to your bed, finding the source of those groans. Your puppyboy, huffing and panting as he pleasured himself on your bed. You were unsure how to react for a second, your eyes scanning up his bare body. A softer tummy and chest that rose and fell with each breath, up to his pretty face. Eyes shut and head tilted back as he pumped himself, with a pair of your panties rubbing over the tip.

You already fussed at him to stay out of your bedroom. It felt like getting onto an older brother, not a housemate. But you’d never expect him to do something that perverted! “Leon!” Your tone was more stern, making his eyes flutter open and gasp with surprise. (or embarrassment.) He made no effort to cover himself, but his ears pinned back on his head.

“Oh! Owner-“ He scrambled to sit up, a pouty look on his face. “Don’t be mad, please? I’ll-I’ll clean up, I’ll be good.” He pleaded, so worried that you’d be angry.

You sighed and tossed the panties in your hand onto your bed in defeat. You couldn’t be mad at him when he begged like that. “I’m not mad at you.” You let go of your pride as you moved to his side on the bed, brushing sweaty strands of blonde hair off his forehead. He preened, letting out a sigh of his own. When you touched him, you noticed his hips gave a squirm. He liked it, he was enjoying your touch, even if you weren’t exactly thrilled.

“But you .. shouldn’t do this. It’s very naughty, Leon.” You tried to be the responsible one, attempting to make it stick in his dumb puppy brain. It only fueled his lust addled state, pushing his head further into your hand so you’d pet his puppy ears.

“Sorry. I just missed you.” His lower lip trembled in a pout, as if he were on the verge of tears. Blue eyes met yours, pleading you to forgive him, one way or another. Based on the way his fingers trembled around his cock, you figured there was only one way out of it.

“Missed me, huh?” You slid your fingers down to his cheek, which was all flustered and blushing. He nodded, a breathy moan escaping when you stroked his skin. You should’ve known he got up to such a thing while you were gone. You could come home and let him fuck you silly, but he’d always want more.

“Yes,” Leon drawled, eyes fluttering shut. “Now that you’re here.. Please, please, touch me.” His voice broke on the last words, shuddering as your fingers trailed down to his throat. When you skimmed his collarbones, then his navel, he was rather impatient.

You bit your lip, torn between helping him out and sending him off to his kennel. You knew damn well not to reward bad behavior, but it was too irresistible to say no. He was spoiled, and you both knew it.

“Fine. But don’t think being naughty will get you more attention. I won’t be so generous next time.” You shifted from beside him to on the bed, getting comfortable between his spread legs. His thighs were creamy, darker hair was there. As well as between them. With a frustrated grunt, Leon was bucking his hips up, silently begging for your touch.

“So needy.” You tutted, scooting in closer. You stared down at his cock, stiff and girthy, With your missing panties all smeared with puppy cum. You lifted them off, watching a sticky glob of it connect to the fabric. He whimpered, seemingly embarrassed at the mess he’d made. At the loss of contact, his hips gave a feeble jerk up.

“Be patient.” You added, sliding the wet fabric to wrap around his length beneath your fingers. You weren’t sure if he’d dug them out your drawer or your dirty laundry. The sensible part of you hoped they were clean, but knowing Leon, they probably weren’t. You thought back to your chewed up panties, the image of him sniffing and licking the crotch of your worn panties excited you.

“Can’t.” His petulant whining brought you back to reality. He humped his hips up into your fist, rubbing the slick fabric up and down his twitching cock. “I can’t, you make me so hard, so needy.” He was a mess, fucking the tight grip of your fingers with desperation. The sight of him, gripping at the sheets and moaning like a girl had you losing your willpower.

“I know, I know.” You cooed at him, stroking him in rhythm of his squirming body. It was driving him mad, on the cusp of blowing his load already. Your condescending tone had Leon coming apart, throwing his head back against your pillows with a noisy moan. He was loud, louder than you’d ever been.

“Mmfm.. s’ close. Fuck, owner .. Wanna knot you. Wish it was your pussy.” He was babbling on and on, “Can I? Please? I want it to be inside of you, already know you smell and taste so good.” You felt a fresh blurt of precum drool over your fingers at his dirty words. Smelt .. tasted.. Your earlier thought must’ve been true. He really had gotten into your used panties.

“That’s so gross, puppy.” You teased, rubbing the crotch of the panties over the head of his cock. As you did so, you felt his warm and sticky seep through to make it even more slick. “You’re such a pervert.” You smiled when you said it, running your thumb over his slit. The feeling had him whining pathetically, fucking your fingers as you picked on him.

“Nuh uh, ‘m not a pervert.” He mumbled, shaking his head back on the pillows. He must’ve known you were right. “Just miss you, and wanted you so badly. Please, close, I wanna cum for you.” He begged, leaking right through the fabric that teased his cock.

“I really shouldn’t.” You gave him a squeeze, feeling him throb beneath your touch. Your fingers teased the underside of his cock, feeling the beginnings of his swelling knot. “But you aren’t going to last much longer, are you?”

Leon keened, “No! No, I’m not. Not when it’s you, I can’t help it.” He was whimpering all high pitched like, rolling his hips up to force more of his girth into the grasp of your fingers. It was nothing in comparison to the thought of your pussy, but it served the release he was chasing.

“Alright.” You gave in completely, stroking him faster and faster until he was right on the edge. “But don’t get used to it. Bad puppies don’t get treated like this after being naughty.” You hoped that rule would convince him to behave himself. Of course, he would say anything you wanted to hear if it meant you’d make him cum.

“Yes! I’ll be good, Your good boy, good puppy.” He stammered, his words slurring together. A couple more rough thrusts into your fist, and you felt a sticky spurt of puppy cum seep through the fabric. He moaned, gasping and panting as he finally let go.

You were greatly amused, leaning over his throbbing cock to look at his face. He was out of breath and completely spent, squirming when you pulled the sticky fabric off of him. The loss of contact didn’t last long, as he was needily tugging you against him moments later.

“Thank you for being so nice.” Leon squeezed you against his side, licking a sloppy kiss to your cheek. His smelt of sweat, a bit musky like he needed a bath. But it didn’t bother you, not when he was so happy. You sighed, fearing you’d started a no good cycle. You figured the spankings could wait for another day.