Hung86

hey, it’s been a bit, you ready to go back downstairs? damn are you still asleep? you better be breathing—oh thank god. shit. you’re warm. even through your dress you’re burning up. what if i just—

oh fuck, you’re soaked. your panties are so fucking wet. jesus, what am i doing. this is so fucking wrong. god.

fuck, okay, ill just jack off. then ill feel better. i can taste you on my other hand, and its making me so fucking hard. but maybe if i just squeeze your thighs together i can—fuck, oh shit, that’s so hot. my cock is sliding against your cunt and tenting your dress. christ. im close. maybe just the tip, just so i can finish.

oh my god, you’re so fucking tight. I’m throbbing inside you, shit. I can’t believe im fucking you right now. oh my god oh my god, i need to—i can’t stop—

ill just keep your dress pulled down. it doesn’t feel so bad when i cant see myself raping you. it looks fine. it’s fine. your cunt is squeezing me—goddammit I should have looked for a condom—ill just pull out. fuck just a little longer. you feel like fucking heaven.

shit too close—okay let me pull your dress up, just cum on your stomach and wipe it off—

Have you ever felt something sexual, about something that's not sexual? Not like someone who is attracted to trees, or some shit like that. No, I mean… well, consider the game of pool, or billiards if you want to be fancy.

There's something about being bent over, while people are watching you handle a long, hard stick, stroking it back and forth as you line up your shot to put some big, heavy balls into a pocket… that well… it makes me think of other long hard shafts, and other pockets… and as an exhibitionist, I'm not shy about people watching me do that either.

So when my husband, Mike, wanted to get a pool table, I was fine with that. And that first night we had it, I wasn't shy about how I thought about it. In fact, I suggested, we make the game a little more fun… instead of betting a dollar a ball, we'd wager a piece of clothing. And if you lost one, you could either win one back, or work on getting your opponent naked.

Well, my husband was all about getting me naked, which is not unusual for us. Like I said, I'm not exactly a closet exhibitionist. Walking around naked hoping to excite my husband is a fairly common occurrence.

And soon, I was bent over, while my husband stared at my ass as I prepared to take a shot.

Of course, I missed, which then led to the discussion of "What do I do now? I mean, I'm already naked."

He smiled at me as I sat on one of the bar stools we have in our game room. I had my legs spread, and he watched as I rubbed the cue back and forth across my pussy lips. As he watched me, I couldn't help but wonder, "So, if your friends know what I do with these cues, will they be more likely to use them… or less?"

"I know I'd use them more?"

"I know what I'd rather you use," I hinted.

He took the hint and bent me over the pool table and fucked me against it. He was rough and fast, and I liked it. Then he pulled his pants up, while I stayed naked, and prepared my next shot. As I lined my cue with the ball, I could feel his cum leaking out of me, and I liked it.

I took my shot and missed. "I wonder what types of games we should play when you have your friends over."

"Oh, I think I know what type of games you want to play. I bet you'd love to be naked while they shoot around, taking turns with you just as they take turns with the table."

I might have unintentionally let out a little moan at that. Mike has already shared me with some of his friends, knowing how much I love to be watched.

First, he fucked me in the kitchen while we were supposed to be getting snacks for the guys while they were over for a football game. I had made sure I was nice and loud so they could hear, then he invited his friends to use me as well.

Mike stayed and watched the entire time, while the other guys shuffled in and out. Some came to watch, some came to use, but before the game was over, all had heard, seen, and/or used me for their pleasure… which was my pleasure.

I have no idea who won the game that night. I only know that I was the real winner, as he made my dreams and fantasies come true. And now, well, once you make your dream a reality, you just want to dream bigger.

I know I suck at pool, but I know I could be a lot of fun at the pool table if I were given the chance, and that's all I'm asking for. Luckily, I know my husband, and his friends. If there's a way, he'll make it happen.

The next couple of evenings I heard him talking to his friends on the phone, inviting people over for a special party to break in the pool table. Now, you might ask why he didn't text his friends. Well, whenever he doesn't want their wives or girlfriends to find out, he always calls, and given the nature of this party… I'm glad he called.

The party was set up for the next weekend, so I had some time to practice… and by practice, I meant finding the right angles to take on the pool table so someone gould fuck me really good. Hubby of course helped with that, as did several of my favorite toys.

When Saturday came around, his friends started showing up one by one around noon. They hadn't eaten yet, and clearly I was on the menu. Or so I thought until I saw Amanda arriving.

"What's she doing here?" I heard my husband ask his friend.

"Don't worry, she's cool."

"Cool with this?!" he asked in a stage whisper.

"Very cool," she answered. She was holding a couple of six packs in her hands, and brought them to the game room. When she put them down, you could see what was up. She was wearing a very tight tank top, short shorts, and knee-high socks.

Now, I don't normally go for girls, but she was making me rethink my position on it. Especially as she walked around the table. With each step, you could see the bounce of her braless tits. All the guys, and myself, were glued to the hard nipples that were poking out of her shirt, inviting people to play with them.

The guys' tongues were all wagging at this point, and who could blame them? I was already turned on, and knew if the guys got my horny enough, they might get a show they never would forget, if she was up for that type of thing, of course.

She walked over to me and ran her hand up my arm. "I hear you like to be watched… me too," and with that she turned and went over to her boyfriend, who she kissed deeply in front of us all. 

He wasn't shy in front of everyone with her either, feeling up her firm tits in front of everyone, pinching the nipples that everyone wanted to play with.

"She's ready, boys," he told everyone, letting them know she was fair game.

"What do you say we get the game started then?" she suggested.

My husband offered to put on the burgers while another buddy of his got out some more beers that he had brought. That left Amanda and me in the room with about four horny guys looking for fun and a show.

"So, do we even try to play pool? Or do we just go for the guys?" She asked me.

"I saw we play pool, and let the guys do what they dare."

I racked the balls, and she was up first. She took her shot, and spread the balls everywhere, but in the pockets. I slapped her ass nice and hard, leaving my hand there for a second longer than was appropriate.

"Looks like it's my turn," I said, bending over and lining up a shot. I pulled the cue back and then thrust it forward, sinking a ball.

I let out a little shout of joy and surprise. "Looks like you got to lose an item of clothing."

"Already?" she said, half laughing. "Boy, you do like to move things along quickly."

"Well, I do like showing off… and showing off others." Now I was the one laughing.

I missed my next shot, and she made hers. I told her she could order me to take something off, or put her shirt back on, player's choice.

"Now, why would I ever want to get dressed?" She asked playfully. "It's a lot more fun when I'm naked."

I have to say; I liked her way of thinking. I undid my top and tossed it at one of my husband's friends. I didn't know his name, and would try hard not to learn it. It was so much more fun fucking a guy in front of people when you don't know their names. The wantonness… the anonymity… it was weird, but fun.

She made another shot, and off my shorts went. I was down to my bra and panties, as well as my sneakers, which I'd keep on for traction.

She missed, and I made my shot. That got her out of her short shorts, and now she was only wearing some bikini panties.

Unfortunately, we both missed our next set of shots. That's when my husband walked in and saw us.

"Well, you two don't waste any time, do you?"

"No, but we're having a string of bad luck," I said, pouting. "We've been like this for two or three rounds..."

"Oh, I know why," he said. Then he walked over and pulled my panties down in front of everyone. Now I was naked.

"Why'd you do that?"

"Because you've been practicing playing naked, you need to play like you practice," he said.

I bent over, and he felt me up and down my crack as I did. It was tough to concentrate, but I made the shot.

"Woo hoo," I yelled with joy.

"Maybe I should try that," Amanda offered.

"Then let me help, of course. You were losing your panties anyway because she just made her shot," my husband said, walking over and stripping his friend's girlfriend of her last bit of clothes.

"Now the real fun begins," he said. As she bent forward to shoot, he ran his hand over her and down between her legs. I could tell when he reached her pussy, as she cooed at his touch.

"Oh?"

"Anything visible is fair game," he said. "And if your opponent makes a shot, then you have to pay up in favors. And they get to pick what those favors are."

"Now that sounds like fun," she said… and she was right.

I bent over and waited for someone to mount me. It didn't take any time. I don't know how many balls I sunk after that point, but I know a lot of balls were sunk into me… and that's what really matters.

Amanda and I kept up all afternoon, working to both please those guys, and be seen doing every naughty thing imaginable.

When the guys left, my husband invited Amanda and his friend to stay. We were all still naked, and he turned on the big TV in the game room.

There he pulled up something, a video he had made of the day's events. There we watched ourselves being totally depraved in front of those guys, fucking all of them, and each other, until we were all ready to share one another again.

A guy we've met a couple times in the past messaged that he'd be in town last week. Unfortunately our kids' schedules just didn't align with meeting until the day he'd be flying home. He kept his hotel for a late checkout so I could come by to give him a nice sendoff.

I headed to his hotel without my husband. The plan/hope was that he'd get out of the office a little early to at least see part of the action I was about to experience. Our kids were at home, being watched by my parents, so I dressed normally in a simple blouse and jeans… jeans that were already getting a little damp with anticipation.

I walked by the front desk casually. It is a local hotel that we frequent for such rendezvous: I've seen the guy at the desk before, and I wonder how much he recognized me, or what he thought my situation was. Was I a businesswoman who came in for day trips and needed no real luggage? Or was I a high-class whore who entertained their guests? I hoped he thought the latter. Maybe it wasn't too far off, except I get paid in orgasms rather than cash.

Up the elevator and to his room, and I knocked. He greeted me with a big hug and a squeeze of my ass - hands on both cheeks - before pulling me in. I thanked him for inviting me over, and gave him a deep, French kiss to prove my gratitude. We groped one another, standing, me remembering his body from the last time I had felt it. When was that? Maybe a year ago?

He sat on the side of the bed and unbuttoned my jeans as I pulled off my shirt and unfastened my bra. He pulled me in, breathing in my sex and grabbing my ass cheeks, squeezing tightly. I pushed him back on the bed, climbing on top of his face so he could feel just how moist from anticipation I was. His tongue darted into me, lapping at my pussy entrance and flicking along my clit. I pulled his face into me, needing to be pleasured. He pulled off his shorts, releasing his cock, already throbbing. I reached back, tugging on in, feeling it harden even more if that were even possible.

I moved down, aiming his cock at my pussy entrance, and lowered myself onto it. It felt GOOD, my eyesight gave out a little as I slowly pushed down onto his erection. We stared at one another as I recovered from the initial penetration, then slowly moved up… then back down, never leaving his gaze. It had been a while since I'd been so alone with another man, so I savored the rare, one-on-one intimacy that I was experiencing.

I kept my cowgirl grind slow for several minutes, occasionally leaning down to brush my hair against his chest and face. Then I'd sit up to push him into me as deep as possible, grinding forward to rub my clit against him. He became more demanding, pushing his pelvis up into me. I came, holding onto his shoulders to keep my balance.

He moved from under me, and lay me flat on my stomach. He moved around me, pulling my butt up and placing a pillow under me. I felt exposed, my ass in the air with my sloppy pussy dripping onto the pillow. He fingered me, a little roughly, feeling my wetness and anticipating how it would feel sticking his cock back in from my backside. I didn't have to wait long, as he pushed into me from behind, burying his cock into me in the prone state.

His body collapsed onto me, cock still inside, and he kissed and bit my neck. It felt amazing: I'm tall, so a man that could stick me from behind and still make out with me was wonderful. I could feel his aggression, his need to push into me, to mark me as his. My whimpers only encouraged his actions, his nibbles on my neck and shoulder, his need to shove his dick in me as deep as possible.

With a need that was clearly rising, he turned me around, kissing me deeply as I found his erection and pointed it back to where I needed it, ready to feel him fuck in missionary. I wrapped my legs around him, tightly, not wanting his manhood to leave my body. He kept himself buried inside me, only a couple short thrusts occasionally as we held one another tightly, our mouths stuck together as our tongues danced around one another. I came, my moans muffled by his mouth, my pussy and lower body spasming all around him.

His own orgasm had built up, he pulled away from our kiss to stare at me as he grunted and grunted again as I felt his cock swell with each jet of cum being sprayed into me. I hadn't really come down from my climax, I was in bliss for several minutes.

He collapsed on me, a few short kisses as we enjoyed the afterglow.

Eventually he went to the bathroom to shower and clean up just as a knock came. My husband had arrived too late to see the sex act. But he could see the aftermath. I opened the door, naked, my body a mess from sweat, drool, and another man's semen all over my inner thighs.

Most people have a fear of public speaking. In fact, I've read that the fear of public speaking is worse than the fear of death - which means if you kill someone on the way to deliver a speech, odds are you're doing them a favor.

But that's not me. I'm not afraid of public speaking. In fact, I do it for a living. And I don't just give any presentations. I give presentations to C-Suite groups on a regular basis as an enterprise sales specialist. 

And, if you don't know what that is, don't worry, that's not what this story is about. No, it's about when there was an issue during my presentation, and not just any issue.

As everyone filled into the room, I moved to load the presentation, and disaster struck. Well, as with most real disasters, there were multiple problems that struck at the same time.

First, my presentation software crashed. Embarrassing, yes, but nothing that anyone in my position hasn't had happen. Unfortunately, my background screen is set to randomized photos from my computer. And there, as my software crashed, the screen changed from a cute nature photo to me at a party, making out with a woman 20 years younger than me. 

While most of the guys in the room would love to be at a club with someone twenty years younger than them, when you're a 45 year old woman, the response is a bit different. I would like to say I covered it, but I froze, remembering that night, and the naughty things I did with that cute young thing... and anyone looking at the photo could have an idea, as she cupped my breast in her hand, and I groped her shapely ass while I had my tongue deep in her mouth.

It was a still image that allowed anyone with an imagination to watch a video in their mind as he unfolded.

Unfortunately there isn't an easy way to change the background image, and in my haste of clicking on things with my wireless mouse, I accidentally opened another folder, and double clicked on another file. But instead of it being a presentation, it was a video of me with another girl.

If the photo had been naughty, this one would be down right scandalous. 

I realized what it was, and went to shut it down, and normally would have, however, that is when my mouse decided to die.

I watched in horror as the video started. I was naked, on my hands and knees, while my assistant held a leash that was connected to the only thing I was wearing, a collar. The same assistant was in the room with me, equally trying to figure out how to make the screen play.

And just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, it turns out the audio was turned up so everyone could hear "That's a good little bitch, walk this way, I've got someone I want you to meet."

Now everyone could see me standing next to my assistant at the podium, while on the screen she led me like a bitch to do another trick.

With the camera trained on me, I felt like I was going to die as I crawled past the person with the camera videoing me. She focused on my ass with every step I took, till I got to another foxy young lady.

I was trying to move my mouse with my laptop's track pad, but I had disabled it as I didn’t want to accidently bump it. After all I had the mouse… and now nothing worked.

Instead, everyone watched as I went to pleasure the naked young lady in front of me, eating out her pussy, while my assistant called me a good little bitch over and over. 

My assistant tried standing in front of the screen, but it was no use. The screen was much too big, and people could see on the screen, my assistant was stroking my hair, treating me like her little pet.

Everyone saw how good I was, as the first girl came within a minute. At this time every man was sitting upright, or at least part of them was. As I fumbled with the remote and mouse, I could see people staring at me, and then at the screen. Back and forth they watched. Any respect I had was gone.

In the heat of the moment, I couldn’t make my fingers work, and my wireless mouse broke as I tried to open the battery case. I fell into my chair, watching everyone watching me. To them I wasn’t the sales person who would save their company millions of dollars a year. No, to them, I was a dirty lesbian, who wore nothing by a collar like a bitch, and some very naughty jewelry.

I buried my head in my hands, wanting to disappear forever.

“If you think she’s fun like that, watch this,” I heard my assistant say on the screen.

By this point she had given up as well. The most intimate portions of our lives were there on the screen.

I looked up, knowing what was next. The camera turned to my assistant. She was wearing a strap-on dildo, twirling it around as she shook her hips for the crowd at the party.

She came up behind me, and mounted me. “A bitch should be fucked doggy style! Am I right?”

A cheer rang out from the party goers on the video, as my assistant made me continue to eat out the pussy of the girl in front of me.

She fucked me hard and fast, just like I liked, and soon I was cumming loudly. Being used like this always does something to me, and it was in full effect at this point.

“I guess she does like black cock afterall!” My assistant loved to humiliate me during sex, and I loved taking it. I never had until I met her, but after working for me for just a couple weeks, our power dynamic shifted. 

You see, at work, I was in charge. But when we’re outside of work… Well, then all bets are off. I was tired of making decisions or doing much of anything. And I went from being a pillow princess, to my assistant’s little bitch pretty quick. She was a little more butch, but still very sexy, and most guys would try to hit on her… if they only knew she had a bigger dong than most of them… even if it wasn’t real, and she really knew how to use that thing.

My assistant pulled my hair as she kept fucking me as I was still cumming. “That’s it, you like that. Don’t you bitch?”

“Yes,” I hissed as I was cumming. The camera man had me centered.

“What?”

“Yes, I like you fucking me. Make me your bitch. Make me scream… please…” I begged.

With that, she spanked my ass nice and hard. I cried out in pain and pleasure as she kept fucking me until I couldn’t take it anymore. I passed out right there in the lap of the girl I had been eating out.

She stroked my face as my mistress of the night, my assistant during the day, pulled out of me.

“She’s a good little bitch, but can’t quite take it all.” Her smile was huge. “Anyone want to try to take it? I can keep going,” she offered.

Some were interested, and she made out with several, while I slowly regained consciousness. I was envious of the girls she was making out with. I wanted her… and her fake cock to myself. But I was just her little bitch, and she was going to do what she wanted with who she wanted.

The girl who I had eaten out, helped me up on the sofa. There we kissed as she fingered me, making me pant for her… “That’s it little bitch,” she said to me. “You know I’ll take care of you.”

I was nearly in tears. I liked being humiliated, but this was just too much.

The door to the conference room opened. In walked someone from IT, and calmly walked over to my computer and simply unplugged the HDMI cable so nothing went to the projector, and thus the screen.

How did I miss something so easy? Did I want to be humiliated like that? I was about to scream when I saw the screen. It was still playing, but as I looked at it, and then looked at the IT person, I made a connection. It was the same girl.

The girl I made out with yesterday, was the girl that saved me today.

She smiled at me, and handed me her card, then turned and left. I don’t know if anyone else noticed or not, but I did. And now, my panties were soaked as I thought about the possibilities.

The CEO suggested we all take a break so I can try to get things fixed and do the presentation. He acted like nothing had happened, but I also realized most of the guys didn’t want to get up and leave… afterall, a part of them was up already, and it might embarrass them, just like I had been embarrassed.

Ten minutes later I was giving the presentation, and soon they were voting to use my company and our services. Maybe they felt sorry for me, maybe we had the best product at the best price, or maybe… just maybe… They were hoping to catch another video when we came back for renewal next year.

As I walk home to my apartment I realize that none of the women are wearing clothes. A police officer stops me and tells me that in this town, women have to be naked. It's the law.

I protest, but he pins me down and pulls my clothes off of me. I'm bare before him, and he ghosts his fingers across my nipples before telling me I'm free to go.

I turn onto a busy street, and immediately I'm aware of the fact that I'm being stared at. I pass a woman who has been forced to her knees, cock jammed down her throat.

I walk a couple blocks before hands circle my waist. I don't see him, but I feel his fingers slide into me. He pulls his hand out and jams a toy into me. By the time I turn to yell at him, he's gone.

The toy buzzes to life, and I double over as it sends waves of pleasure through my body.

I do my best to walk the rest of the way to my apartment, but a block away, I'm stopped by a group of men. The biggest already has his cock out, and I'm pushed to the floor, mouth filled. The toy buzzes and buzzes and I can't help but whimper.

The man pulls himself out of my mouth, and I'm helpless as his fingers find the toy. He pulls it from me gently.

"Someone got her good and ready for us," he tells his friends.

They pick me up, bending me ass up over a park bench. He doesn't wait, just jams his cock into me, chuckling as I cry out.

"That's it." he says. "Good girl. Take it, slut."

Another cock is shoved into my mouth, and hands find my breasts.

Every time my tight cunt refused to open wider, they’d stuff a smaller toy in my cunt, then fuck my mouth with the massive knot. Even my jaws were struggling with it, and every time I visibly pushed through my discomfort to bob my head again, they stroked my hair and called me a good boy. I had to gag on it till I was crying and heaving and begging them to split my pussy open instead, even though I was also dreading that. I was also refreshingly embarrassed to be gagging like an amateur, all because this toy was so unusually huge. Made me think about how other, bigger species fucking me for the first time would experience a version of me who looks and feels like a total virgin… someone totally unprepared to take cock of this size and shocked by the unfamiliar feeling.

All this while they held a vibe on high to my tdick, forcing me to cum, all so I’d moan and writhe while I sucked miserably. Then they’d try again. It was so big I felt the hot, wet walls of my pussy being pulled out with it every time it slid out. Just a little prolapse as a treat, no big deal.

They kept saying, “Come on, I know you can take more than the tip.” (“The tip” alone being a solid 5 inches) and “This WILL fit.” And I knew in my heart that they were right: they were not going to let me quit until they were fully inside me. I felt so deliciously powerless and scared.

I kept trying to spread my hole wider, but only the filthy things they called me made much of a difference 😳

It’s so humiliating how they can finally hit the right spot, or call me the right name, and my body suddenly opens up and allows them to pound my guts. I think one of the things that made me gape enough was switching into a 69-like position so that I was giving them oral as they fucked the toy into me. Taking it from both ends opens me up I guess, maybe cause it reminds me that I’m such a fucking toy.

God, when it finally slid all the way inside, I immediately came super hard from the breathtaking stretch. But then I also had a horrible cramp; being forced to spasm around it was just too much, even with the waves of pleasure still rippling through my ruined hole. I cried and begged to stop (without safewording btw).

They slowly, leisurely jabbed my cervix for a little while longer, devouring the sight of me flinching and crying and continue to take it anyways. This is what they worked for, after all, and I felt they deserved their reward. They reminded me that my body wanted this since it opened up for them, and even my bratty ass couldn’t argue, even as my body screamed in pain. They mocked me for all my cocky bragging beforehand about being able to take 2 cocks in my cunt. When they finally pulled out, they flopped the warm, cum-drenched thing over my stomach. I swear it reached up to my belly button 😵‍💫

My brother is under his blankets, and say all he needs me to do is sit at his desk. I do, and he says, "yeah, just like that." And something under his blanket starts to move. One of his buddies bites his lip, staring at me.

The way he's looking at me makes me feel funny, so I turn my head away. My brother asks if I'll do him another favor. I say yes, and he tells me to come sit on his bed. He sits up, and the blanket falls and I can see he's not wearing a shirt.

I sit next to him and he tells me that if I help him, he'll give me something good, but that I have to promise not to tell anyone except him and his friends. I promise. Of course I do, he's my brother.

His hand slides up my shirt, groping my little tits. He makes a strange sound, and I can't help but rub my legs together. One of his friends unzips his pants behind me.

"Do you want to see what I'm doing?" My brother asks. I nod.

He pulls the blanket down and I see his cock. I can't help but stare.

"Do you want to try something?" he asks.

"What kind of something?"

"It'll feel really good," he promises. "Right here." He ghosts his fingers across my panties, and I can't help but shiver.

"It'll be fun," his friend promises, and I turn to see that his cock is also in his hands. In fact, as I look around, most of them are.

"Okay," I say softly. My brother tells me to lay down on his bed, and then he swings himself over top of me. His friends crowd around.

"The guys are gonna help us, okay?" My brother says.

I nod.

A hand finds my little pussy, and I gasp as I feel his friend slide a finger into me.

"She's so fucking wet," he tells the others.

"Good," my brother mutters, and I feel something else at my entrance. Something big and hard.

"Wait," I say. "Wait. Stop." Something doesn't feel right.

My brother slams his cock into me. Hands find my tits, pulling my shirt up so they can grope me.

I scream, but his friends take my hands and legs, first pinning me down, then tying me down.

My brother slams in and out of me at a dizzying pace. Finally, he jams himself so far in I see stars, and then he pulls out.

"My turn!" his friend calls.

Another cock, and I can't help but whimper and moan.

My brother sits behind me, holding my head.

"We're gonna play this game with you for a long time," he says. "The sooner you learn to love it the better."

A hand reaches out, toying with my clit, as my brother reaches down to roll my nipple in his fingers.

keepers must exhibit profound self restraint at this time. they are often keen to play with and test their new pet, and that is where mistakes are made in the disciplinary method that must be mended later. to prevent this, exercise caution in all things. do not play with the pet, do not hurt the pet, and do not speak to it. nothing should be revealed about the keeper's intentions or plans at this stage. let the pet sweat while it imagines what horrors are in store for it. let it panic and fear for what will happen. this will also reveal the pet's fear response [3].

keeping that in mind, it is important to keep the pet alive. feedings should be the only stimulus the pet has during the first period of solitude. it will learn that food will be its reward for for good behaviour using the basic positive reinforcement model, and it will begin to associate that feeling with the presence of the keeper. do not feed it more than it needs. the food should be close to identical day-to-day. it should be slid on a tray or pet bowl and forced to eat off the floor as its keeper stands watch, unmoving.

when the pet sees the keeper, it must comply with feeding time [5]. it may begin to use human words to ask questions, curse, and yell. this should be ignored. it may threaten not to eat, to stop drinking water, or to outright hurt itself. threats should be ignored, however if it acts on them, solitude must be broken to correct this behaviour through punishment [4]. it may try bargaining; trying to convince the keeper that it will comply if only its conditions are met. to emphasise these attempts are hopeless, do not respond with more than a stern look and make the wait between feedings longer or change the feeding schedule to disorient it.

only when it begins to lose its resistance can training continue. this is the most tedious but most important step in the training of a captive pet to ensure future compliance.

this first period of solitude is so crucial to ensuring the pet knows it is completely at the mercy of the keeper, that it knows it cannot offer anything the keeper does not already possess, and that compliance is the only way forward.

there are four kinds: fight, flight, freeze, and fawn.

pets with the fight response are the ones that will scratch, yell and swear at the keeper. one's immediate response to such disrespect may be to hit back and punish. although this is not advised. giving attention and providing stimulus as a response to these behaviors could be interpreted as a type of reward, no matter how cruel. in reality, these pets often require more isolation than the others. when fight response pets begin to show signs of aggression, the keeper must remove themself as soon as possible and extend the period of solitude. to speed the process along and break it in quicker, the keeper may implement sleep deprivation (have a speaker in the room, randomly intersperse loud sounds to wake the pet); once a day feedings at random times; or other punishments with negative stimulus. ultimately, it takes a great deal of patience to break fight response pets.

flight response pets will want to do nothing but get away from the keeper. it tends to cower, whimper, and be reduced to tears quicker than others. it could be fond of begging and trying to bargain. never let it off its chain for the period of its captivity. it will do anything to flee if it is able, even in later stages of training. what the keeper must do, then, is provide stimuli or enrichment only when the keeper is present. make it impossible for it to separate the reinforcement from the keeper.

those with freeze responses tend to stay still when approached. they are unreactive, prone to dissociation and catatonia. it is important that this response is broken through correctly, lest the pet become locked into this method. these pets require extreme amounts of stimulus in order to provoke a reaction. these modes of stimulus can be rewards or punishments, or neutral, so long as there is a lot of it.

the fawn response is considered the most desired of the stress responses for keepers. the darling pets with this response aim to appease its keeper in attempt to negate any potential extreme pain or punishment. it may begin believing it will avoid anything unpleasant so long as it does what it is told. obedience should not be discouraged, but could become a problem in later stages of training if the pet is spoiled with reward early on. compliance should not be rewarded to excess, especially not for these pets. continue normal disciplinary training, but do not allow the pet to exploit the keeper. mercy should only be provided at the keeper's discretion in accordance to the disciplinary method and not when the pet believes it is deserving.

of course, if any of these responses are desired by the keeper, then extra stimuli may be rewarded to the pet to reinforce the behaviour.

The boys lose their game, and they're all pent up when they walk in. The captain sees me and smirks.

"Girls volleyball team left us a gift," he tells the others.

He gropes my tits roughly, as one of the other guys puts his finger on my clit.

"Please," I whimper. "Please no."

Something hits my thigh, and I try desperately to pull away.

One of the boys slams his cock into me, his pace rough and punishing. He groans as he jams himself as far in as he'll go.

"That's it, princess," the captain says, leaning down to whisper in my ear. "You take him so good."

The boy cums, and just as I'm relaxing, a new cock takes it's place and I start begging again.

"Hello darling," I said to my husband as he came into our house.

He looked around suspiciously. "What's up?" He was still unsure of what was going on.

"Well, I know something you don't know."

He just smirked at that.

"About our little baby sitter."

"Oh?"

Now I had piqued his interest.

"She's been asking me lots of questions about sex before you get home, but after I do. I think she might still be a virgin."

"I thought everyone was banging their brains out by her age. I know we were."

"Yeah, but you know her mom... but I think that also gives us some opportunities."

"Let me get this right. You want to bang your friend's daughter."

I just bit my lower lip and smiled at him as I nodded my head.

"You are a dirty little slut," he said coming up to me and kissing me passionately. "I love it." He took me by the hand leading me back to our bedroom. "Tell me more while I fuck you."

I liked that even better.

"She's just been so curious," I said as he stripped off my clothes. "She's never done more than kiss someone, but she really wants to. She told me she's playing with herself all the time. But just wants to do more, but also doesn't know where to start."

As my husband pushed me down on to the bed, his long thin cock penetrated me.

"I took a shot and kissed her when she said she didn't even care where the playing came from. She just wanted to be with someone who knew a little something about it."

"I like the sound of that," my husband said as he kept fucking me. "We know a thing or two about fucking, don't we?"

I moaned at the thought. We did. And not just because we were married and had been fucking longer than she had been alive.

My husband moaned as he shot his load into my pussy.

I kissed him as he did. When he finished, I looked him in the eye, "I hope I have more to tell you tomorrow."

He smiled at that.

The next day, she had more questions, and I had more answers. When one was "Well, it all starts with a passionate kiss. The type that just begs for more, you know what I mean..." Well, she didn't. So I had to show her.

I leaned in and kissed her. Slowly at first, and then more and more passionately. As she moaned into my mouth, I groped her tits over her shirt. She didn't mind at all.

Her tits were small, but pert, and I knew instantly how much she loved my touch. Those nipples were just meant to be sucked on, and I hope to do that soon.

However, my husband came home. She broke her kiss with me and left, waving goodbye. She was blushing red when she left, something my husband noticed, and commented on.

My husband fucked me again as I told him about our little make-out session.

"Give me a couple more days..."

He smiled at me and waited till the next turn.

The next day, we started where we left off. That let us move even further.

I had told my husband to work late, and he did, knowing what I had planned.

Soon after we started to kiss, I asked her what she's wanted to do. And when she told me, I was more than willing to. I started sucking on her cute little tits and then move to also be fingering her pussy.

I loved the way she moaned, as she told me she's always wanted someone to do that to her.

"Don't you do it to yourself?"

"Yeah," she admitted, blushing, while I had my hand down her pants. "But I wanted to feel someone else."

I showed her where to touch, and she enjoyed it immensely, cumming all over my fingers.

I licked them clean, which surprised her.

"What? Don't you know how good you taste?"

"We taste...good?"

"Very," I said, kissing her. Should could just taste herself on my lips, but that was enough for her.

"Can we..."

"How about you try it out? Straight from the source," I said as I led her back to my bedroom.

I took off my pants and kissed her. She fingered me for a little bit, afraid of going down on me. So I offered to go down on her first.

I stripped her completely naked, and kissed on those tits again, instead of just pulling her shirt up.

I left kisses down her stomach as I made my way between her legs.

She moaned with every kiss and moaned some more as I licked that wet pussy of hers. She easily came a second time for me.

I then had her reverse roles and had her kiss on my tits. "They're so much bigger than mine."

I smiled. "That's OK, I like yours too. Trust me, you'll find out there's some nice things about smaller tits." She then started to kiss down my stomach, till she was between my legs.

"Go on. She won't bite. She loves being kissed," I told her.

She started with just a quick little kiss on the lips. But soon pressed her tongue against my pussy, and then, parting my lips, let her tongue enter my love canal.

She was awkward, but teachable, which I loved, and I came for her on her first attempt. That was better than my first time with a girl, and I told her as much.

We heard my husband pulling in, and quickly dressed. We quickly ran to the kitchen, but he was already there.

"Everything all right?"

"More than all right," I told him as I walked over and kissed him deeply. I winked at him.

"I love that new flavor," he said with a smile. "I'm assuming..." he turned and looked at our blushing babysitter.

"And guess who she tastes like?"

My husband raised his eyebrows and smiled even more.

"So if I kiss you, I taste my lovely wife?"

"I'm so sorry..."

"Don't be. I know how wonderful she tastes." He paused and looked at her. "May I?"

"What? Wait. You want to kiss me... to taste your wife?"

He nodded his head. She acquiesced.

He stepped over to her and kissed her. It started of semi-innocent, but soon his tongue was deep in her mouth, and she was melting in his arms.

"She tastes devine... doesn't she?"

She just nodded, blushing bright red.

"Well, I'm super horny now," he announced to us. He took me by the hand.

"Wait. You're going to .... but I was just with her ..."

"Do you want to honey," he asked as he was leading me to our bedroom.

"Of course. We love to have sex. Want to watch," I called out to her.

"Wait. You want me to...."

By the time she made it to the room, I was half naked again, and so was my husband.

"Sure. If you want. I don't care. Do you, honey?"

"Nope. I'm too horny to care who's here," he said, laughing.

I laid down on the bed, but he flipped me over.

"Stand over there, if you want a good view, or sit up here on the bed if you want. I know you've been here before," he said with a wink.

He slid inside of me and began fucking me while she watched.

I looked over at her, and she was rubbing herself over her jeans. I wished that she was naked so I could watch her masturbate, but that's for a different day, I'm sure.

She was amazed at watching two people fuck, but I figured her mom had the tightest of web filters on all their computers, so this was probably her first time seeing something like that.

I came extra loud, as I loved to have someone watching me getting laid. I arched my back as I came, while my husband held onto my hips.

He soon followed, sending his cum deep into my pussy. We collapsed on the bed, and then sat up and turned to our cute little baby sitter.

"Ever seen something like that?"

She shook her head that she hadn't.

"It's a lot of fun... if you couldn't tell."

I walked over to her and kissed her goodbye. It was pastime for her to leave.

I walked her out the door and asked if she wanted to pick up where we left off tomorrow.

She nodded her head. I smiled and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

I walked back to the bedroom. My husband was still naked on the bed.

"Tomorrow's going to be a lot of fun," I told him. As I laid out the plan, I could tell he liked it. Unfortunately, our son woke up from his late afternoon nap, and we had to get dressed to handle him. But there's would always be tomorrow.

The next day, I took a half day off from work, and took our kid to his grandparents. When our babysitter arrived, she was surprised to see me there.

"I guess you don't..."

"Oh, I wouldn't say that. I sent him to nana's, so we could have some more fun."

She smiled at that idea and ran over to me and kissed me.

"Want to try some new things today?"

"Oh yes," she said, as I started to rub her over her jeans.

"Tell me, did you like watching my husband fuck me?"

She nodded her head as I made her moan from pressing against her clit.

"Do you want him to be with you?"

"He's your husband..."

"And I'm his wife... and we still had fun. I'm telling you, I'll let you. He'll be nice and gentle. He's very good at that. Or was. He was my first, after all, so I know firsthand out gentle he can be."

"You two have only been with..."

"No. We broke up when he went to college. But we got back together when he finished and got back to town. We've been together ever since."

"So you were with other boys between those two times."

"Yes, and I can tell you he's gentle when he needs to be, and rough and fun when he needs to be. If you want, we can tell him to come over and I'd love to be there to help you out."

"Really?"

"Really," I said, kissing her. I played with her tiny tits, running my hands under her shirt, where I could feel her skin.

She wasn't wearing a bra.

"Seems like someone came prepared to be naughty."

She blushed, but nodded her head.

"Come on. Let's go be naughty."

I led her back to our room. This time, I introduced her to 69ing. I had her lay on top of me, facing away from our bedroom door. She wasn't so shy about going down on my pussy this time.

"Did you like watching my husband fuck my pussy?" I asked between licks.

"Yes," she hissed out at me.

"Do you play with yourself?"

"Yessss."

"Did you wish he was doing it to you?"

"Yessssss."

My tongue in her pussy was making it hard for her to talk.

"Tell me. If he was here now.Would you fuck him?"

"Yes," she said.

At that time, my husband walked into our bedroom. He was naked, his long hard cock pointing out in front of him. He walked around so she could see his naked body.

"Tell me what you want?"

She looked at him. She had stopped licking my pussy.

"Tell him," I ordered her.

"I want you to fuck me."

He wasted no time coming around. Her pussy was right at his dick's height, and he slowly pushed into her. I had a perfect view of watching his head slid in and disappear.

I could feel her moan into my pussy as she was eating me out.

Soon I was watching my husband slowly fuck that teen pussy while I sucked on her clit, and she came over and over.

My husband was close to cumming and left just his head inside her pussy as she came for the second or third time. I watched as his balls tightened and then pumped load after load of his cum into her recently virgin pussy.

As he pulled out, I went to town, licking and sucking all of that cum.

She moaned louder and louder as I ate her out with vigor, till she could take no more and rolled over.

"Oh wow... that was amazing."

"I'll say," I said. "I loved watching him. It's such a turn on."

She blushed. "I can't believe I did that," she said. "I can't believe I finally did it."

"And as a threesome. That can't be too common for a first time."

The realization that she had just had a threesome also hit her. "Woooowwwww."

I smiled and placed my hand on hers. "It was a lot of fun for us as well. And we'd love to experience it with you again. If you want to."

My husband agreed.

"Can I ask for one thing?"

"Sure."

"Next time, can it just be me and him? I want to... you know..."

I was still holding her hand and gave it a little squeeze. "Sure. But just know, I love to watch as well as join in. So if you want to play with him, you'll have to also play with me, at least most of the time. And no going behind anyone's back."

She agreed. And stayed a little longer to experience her first one on one with a guy. I sat where she did yesterday, but being naked, I was free to play with myself as I watched him take her missionary style.

This time she cleaned his cock off while I ate her precious little creampie.

It was about time for her to go, so she got dressed. Something I hated to see. We stayed naked and walked her to the door, kissing her one last time before he opened it to leave.

"You were right," she said as her hand was on the handle. "He was gentle."

I smiled, knowing I made it easy for her first time.

"If I knew of other girls who wanted a good first experience..."

"We could maybe work something out. But we want you too. So don't forget us... unless, of course, you find yourself a nice boyfriend to take care of your needs."

"I'll never forget you," she said as she opened the door.

After she left, I hugged my husband. I do love watching him fuck others.

"What do you think she'd think if she knew we'd done the same thing with her mother when we were her age."

"Well, she wasn't a virgin for the threesome."

"No, you had me pop that cherry a few days earlier. But still..."

"Now you can say you got the mother daughter combo... just 20 years later," I teased him.

I don't think he cared.

"It's a shame her mother's not as much fun as she used to be. Could you imagine the three of us now? Can you imagine that cute little babysitter knowing all the things we've done?" He asked me. "Or that her stuck up mother has done?"

"Honey, I hope to get her involved in a lot of the things we've done. Look how far she's come in just a week. But we'll keep some things secret."

He laughed at that a bit. "And think how much she's cum," he teased as he pushed me back onto the bed. "And I think you need to cum some more yourself," he said as he mounted me.

"Now that's what I'm talking about," I said as I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling me in closer.

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I loved dressing sexy when I was younger. And by sexy, I mean barely wearing clothes. The shorter the shorts and the tighter the top, the better in my book.

The fact that I rarely wore panties or a bra just enhanced the effect I seemed to have on boys.

I was out with Josh, wearing some sexy new shorts I found. They tied up the side, showing that I couldn't be wearing any panties.

I had invited him out on a picnic, and decided early on I was going to tease him as I often did with my new boyfriends.

I took him out to the meadow where we could eat our lunch, but before we ate, I took off my top, and undid the front of my shorts, opening them up so he could see my smooth pussy.

"Now, if you try to finger me," I warned him. "My shorts will fall off, and our date will be over."

He didn't seem to like that. This is where I set them up.

"But, if you can hold out, so I'm the one that takes them off, I'll let you do whatever you want."

Oh, he liked the idea of that. But I knew something he didn't. In all my dates like this, I had always won. "By the way, if you lose, I'll pick one of your friends to see what type of control they have."

What I never told the guys was I would just strip off all my clothes within 30 seconds, letting their friends ravish me, while I enjoyed the comfort of a new man. If they were better, then I kept them. If not, I still got to enjoy something new.

I sat down and might have accidentally dripped some sauce on my tits. "Oh, look at me making a mess," I said as I raised my tit up to my mouth and sucked on it in front of him.

I could tell he was rock hard. I loved it. He squirmed, but didn't move a muscle.

I made quite the show of licking a nice long carrot stick. I wrapped my tongue around it and then showed just how deep I could take it. Yet Josh just sat there, eating his sandwich.

As I took a bite of my sandwich, a little piece of lettuce fell into my lap, sitting right on the fold of my zipper. I had hoped it would have slipped inside. Yet Josh, the gentleman, let it be, leaving me to get it, but having to push my shorts down a little bit.

I finished my carrot bites and sandwich. I was running out of food, and soon Josh might be the only guy to finish this challenge. No one had made it that far before, and I wondered what else I could do.

My drink had a straw, and I seductively sucked the juice out of the container, making sure he watched as I slide the container down my skin, between my breasts, and into my lap.

He watched it move the entire way, nearly getting up as it when into my lap. But he instead sat back down.

I looked over, and had finished eating. There was nothing left to fill his hands and keep him from jumping me. I wanted him to jump me at this point. The only question was which of us would cave first?

I put the cup down and ran my hand up my chest and over my breast. I gave my nipples a little twirl with my fingertips before pinching them.

"Do you know what I'm going to do to you when you get those shorts off?" he asked me, staring right into my eyes.

"No..." I said. I was husky, wanting him. I had wanted him before. It wasn't about denying sex. For me, it was about getting more of it. But I was failing.

"I'm going to ravish every inch of your body," he warned me. "We're going to be here all afternoon," he said, as he took off his shirt.

I watched his muscles ripple as he tossed his shirt to the side. I loved running my hands over his chest.

He then stood and took off his pants. His boner pressed hard against his boxers, which he also removed. He was now naked, and I couldn't help but to stare.

I thought for sure he was going to come over and mount me. But he didn't. He just sat back down. I looked, and his boner was pointing right at me. It was letting me know I was his. I could see a little bit of pre-cum on the tip, and I wanted it.

I dove for it, and sucked on the head, getting to taste his pre-cum. Getting to feel that firm head push past my lips and into my mouth. I couldn't make it grow harder. It already felt like steel.

I moved up and kissed him, running my hands over his chest, up further, until I held his head.

He leaned back and supported himself with his hands.

"Ready to give in?" he asked me.

Fuck it. I was.

I pushed my shorts down my legs, and climbed onto his lap, sinking onto his cock.

Oh, it felt so good, and I was so wet, I was able to go all the way down in one fluid motion.

"So which of my friends had you picked out to screw?" he asked me as I went up and down on his lap.

"Reggie," I admitted to him.

"Hmmm," is all he said for a minute. "Play your cards right, and I'll still see if I can arrange it for you."

With that, he lifted me up off of his lap, and moved my face down to his cock. "Suck it," he ordered me.

And as I did, he unleashed his load into my mouth. I continued to suck on it and swallow all of his cum. It was something I'd do, although I don't prefer it normally.

"Good girl," he told me, stroking my hair. "Of course, you've been anything but good, haven't you?" he said.

I felt naughty, but satisfied, so I didn't care.

"So, what do you mean about making it happen for me with Reggie?"

"Well, I know he's also crushing on you. So I can make it happen, but first you've got to prove you'll do anything for me today."

"OK," I said with a smile. It was because I've wanted to try out a BBC for a long time, but always been too shy to actually go for it.

I was kissing him while he felt up my tits. He loved pinching my nipples. It hurt a little, but in a good way.

"So, what do I have to do?" I asked, figuring he'd just want to screw me all afternoon.

"Well, we're going to do something you've never done before, and some you have," he told me. "For example, I know you love it when you put your legs over a guy's shoulders."

"I've never done that with you."

"Yeah, but you have with other guys, and we talk," he said with a smile.

"And I know you love doing it doggy style."

"Of course," I told him.

"Maybe you can do that with Reggie too, while you suck me off. Would you like to be pinned between the two of us?"

I quivered a bit. The idea of a threesome between two hunks was enough to make me nearly cum.

"Or," he started to ask. "Would you prefer it if he was in your pussy," and with that, he pinched my nipples even harder, and leaned in to whisper into my ear, "while I fuck your tight little ass."

I love it when he's so naughty. "But I've never let anyone fuck my ass before."

"But you will after today. Because you said I could do whatever I wanted..."

Oh, shit... he was right. I had never thought of that, as I always won these little games.

He rolled me over and lifted my legs up over his shoulders. He thrust in so deep as he fucked me. "I think it will be fun fucking that ass of yours," he told me.

It was truly naughty, and with him doing me the way he was, I couldn't help but to cum.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I kept repeating over and over. Inside my head, I kept thinking about my ass, and I just hoped I wasn't yelling out "fuck my ass" on him. At least not yet.

He pulled out and shot his load all over my tits, as guys so love to do. Then he had me clean his cock.

"There's one other naughty thing I want you to arrange for me first."

"OK, what?"

"Well, if you want Reggie, which I know you do, especially in a threesome, then you need to arrange something for me."

"You mean the threesome isn't also for you?"

"Not in the same way," he admitted. "Since you seem to enjoy tasting pussy, I want to invite Amanda to join us. And we can each take turns fucking one another, together and individually."

"Seriously?"

"As serious as you want Reggie," he reminded me. "I know she's bi, and I'm pretty sure she'd love to take you on, even try to steal you away from me. But I know you like dick too much for that to happen. But a little sexy time with the three of us should still be a lot of fun."

He was telling me what he wanted in between kisses. He never let up fingering my pussy, and as he talked about Amanda, he rubbed my clit, making me cum again. It's a great way to make an idea seem like a good idea.

"OK," I gave in, hoping it would be worth it.

He was sucking on my neck while fingering me, and it was just too much to say no to. He rolled me over and put me on my knees. With my ass pointing up in the air, I readied to be taken a third time in the hour, not that I minded at all.

I lowered my head down, and he pushed into me.

I was enjoying myself when I heard footsteps. I looked up, and there was my friend Amanda.

"Oh, look who came to join us," my boyfriend told me.

I think I was being set up, not that I cared too much right now.

As it was the third time, my boyfriend's stamina was much higher.

Amanda walked right over to us, and I could tell she kissed him.

"I brought a little something for the two of you," she said.

I couldn't see what it was, with my face buried in the ground, but I could feel my boyfriend dropping lube onto my last virgin hole.

I noticed Amanda strip down and laid in front of me. She scooted herself closer and closer, till her pussy was right in my face.

She pulled me into her, and I started to eat her out as my boyfriend withdrew from me, and pushed himself into my ass.

He was slow and patient, which is what I needed.

I took his cock as he fucked me slowly in my no longer virgin ass.

I was giving him everything he wanted, and I have to admit, I liked it.

While I'd never date Amanda, I have to admit, having her as a lover isn't so bad. I should know, we've spent more than a few days experimenting with one another, not that I'd ever tell anyone that.

I came again, something I never thought would happen while I guy was giving me anal, yet there it was.

As my boyfriend came, he leaned forward and kissed Amanda. "Thanks for helping make this day so special."

"I hope this isn't a onetime deal," she said.

"Well, we have a few more times for today," he said. And I knew he was right.

My boyfriend dismounted and then leaned down and kissed me. "And Reggie is already setup for next week," he told me. That made me nearly cum again.

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"Oh Mark," I moan, "Oh Mark," a little louder this time. I didn't mean to, but the thoughts of Mark running through my head while I was pushing my dildo in and out of my wet pussy, I couldn't help myself.

I didn't even hear the door open. But he called out my name as he stepped inside, and that's when he saw me.

My legs were spread wide. My knees were pulled back. My pussy was full of my nice, thick dildo.

"Anne?"

"Oh SHIT," I called out. I looked, but there was nothing to cover me or my shame.

"I'm sorry," he said, apologizing. "I thought I heard my name, and I..."

He quickly turned around after realizing he was staring at my naked body.

I blushed, realizing I had been calling his name..., and now he knew why.

"It's OK," I said. "I guess you caught me, and now you know my secret. Don't worry, I'll just have to move... and change my name.... probably get plastic surgery..."

"You shouldn't have to do that..."

I couldn't tell if he was serious or also kidding.

"I mean, how could I find you if you changed your name?"

Kidding. Got it. I smiled at him as he turned back around.

I noticed he was enjoying my body. The tent in his pants told me so.

"It's a shame you're my friend's brother. She'd be pissed if she knew that even this happened."

"Yeah, nothing can happen," he said, stepping closer to me. "Nothing can..."

I could tell that he wanted to reach for me. But also knew that he shouldn't.

I wanted him to touch me as well. And not just with his hand.

"Since you've already seen me... would you like to keep watching?"

"Really?" he said, his eyes lighting up.

"Yeah, but it's only fair, if you're going to watch me ... you know... that you should also jerk off for me."

I had dreamed of this since I first met him. He was cute, but also there was just something about him.

"Really? Girls like that?"

"Yeah, some of us do at least," I informed him as I reached over and tugged on his pants, trying to get them to slide off.

He undid his pants and was standing there with a major tent now in his boxers.

"I guess you really do like what you see."

"And can I assume you like what you see?"

I bit my lip as I watched pull his boxers down. That nice thick piece of meat sticking out from his legs, and pointed right at me. I reached out for it, wrapping my fingers around it as I pushed my toy back inside my wet pussy. "Take your shirt off too," I said, almost begging him, as I slowly stroked his cock.

"Aren't I supposed to be doing that?"

"If you want," I said, not sure of what I wanted... well, I knew exactly what I wanted.

I swallowed hard as I watched him wrap his hand around his shaft and start to move it up and back. I licked my lips as I focused on him jerking off in front of me, to the point that I forgot to move my toy.

He reached down, and put his hand on mine, and slowly pushed it inside of me, and then back out. "We can't have you not doing this," he said.

I just nodded,and let him fuck me with my toy. He had stopped jerking off as he sat on the edge of the bed, slowly fucking me with my own fucking toy. I reached out for his cock, but could barely reach.

"You seem to really want to touch it."

"I want to give it a hug... with my..." I looked down between my legs where he played with me.

"Does your pussy want to hug my cock?"

I nodded yes, and he pulled out my toy.

"How badly do you want it?"

"I want it... bad."

He handed me my toy, and then put two fingers inside of me, feeling just how wet I was. He knew I'd do almost anything for it right now.

"Lick your toy nice and clean... we don't want a mess after all," he ordered me.

I obeyed and he climbed on top of me. "We shouldn't be doing this," he reminded me. "My sister will kill us both."

"I know," I said, pulling the toy from my mouth as he inserted himself into me.

He kissed me, and told me how good I taste as I started to cum all over his cock. He was moving faster and faster as my pussy gripped his cock nice and tight.

"Where do you want me to cum?"

I opened my mouth, and he pulled out, and aimed right for me. Instead, I dove for his cock with my mouth, wrapping my lips around it as his first shot released from him. I swallowed his entire load, something all my boyfriends have liked, it seemed. I then went and licked and sucked his cock, savoring all that I could.

"We shouldn't have..."

"I know," I told him.

"My sister is gone most days at this time... see you tomorrow?"

I smiled. "I look forward to it... and maybe I can show you some other things I can do with my toy."

wolf-shifter x human!fem!Reader Good to know: smut, slight breeding kink

Your friend-with-benefits wolf-shifter, who swears up and down that it’s just sex, nothing serious, forgets all about casual the second he is buried balls-deep in your pussy. The second you are on your hands and knees in front of him, ass high, his cock sliding over your folds, everything changes.

He lines himself up, hands groping your hips, and as soon as he pushes in, inch by inch, thick and hot and stretching, his breath shudders and his voice breaks. "F-fuck, baby." He starts slow at first, rocking and filling you to the hilt each time. "You’re squeezing me so good," he murmurs, hips picking up their pace. "Pussy is fluttering already. You want me to fill you up, baby? You want me to stuff you full?"

His hands stroke your hips and sides, like he can’t decide where to worship you first.

"Mm… you’re so good. So fucking good for me. Take it, baby. Take all of me. Let me give you everything. Gonna leave it deep, let it take. You’ll be dripping with me for days. That’s it, that’s my girl."

You cum hard, clenching down around him, shaking, and he moans against your neck, hips snapping into you a little harder. His knot swells at your entrance, pushing, stretching, and he groans, voice breaking into praise.

"Oh god, oh god, you’re perfect. Let me knot you, baby. Let me stay right here, locked inside. Keep my cum where it belongs. You’re so good, so beautiful, so mine."

He pushes the swollen base past your opening with a slow, careful grind, locking himself deep. Hot spurts flood you, his cock jerking as he fills you, and he keeps talking, voice gone to a wrecked whisper:

"Mm… yeah… take it all. Take all of me, baby. You’re so good. You’re so perfect. Fuck, I wanna stay like this forever. My sweet girl… my perfect little thing…"

You’re trembling under him, stuffed full, leaking around the seal of his knot. He nuzzles into your neck, his hands stroking your sides, your stomach, the slight bulge where he’s buried so deep.

"Shhh…" he coos, voice low and warm. "You’re so good. Look at you, taking it so well." His knot holds you together, his cum seeping deep inside, and every little roll of his hips makes you moan again.

"God, you’re still clenching," he murmurs. "Still milking me. You’re gonna make me cum again if you keep doing that, baby."

Working out with your big, strong orc boyfriend.

He's so good at motivating you. Real supportive and encouraging but also knows when you're pushing yourself too hard.

Will accept your moody attitude when you're sore the day after a good workout. Massages and rubs lotion on the painful areas, telling you the methods he uses to stave off the growing pains and how it'll get easier.

Is good with correcting form and making sure you're actually doing your reps correctly.

Will randomly lift the sleeve of your shirt to assess your biceps and grunt when he notices some muscle gain after a while.

Always reminds you to do warm up exercises and cool down stretches. Always having a hand on you, helping you get those deep stretches in while mumbling something about flexibility.

When you two are cuddling on the couch watching a movie, your bodies glued together, he’ll just plop down on the other end. Not saying a thing and just watching the movie. Even when you both get used to the disruptive presence and your bf starts getting a bit touchy, the pup has the worst timing and snuggles right up into you, nuzzling into your chest and getting comfortable.

The rare times you dare try and have a stay-in date it never goes as planning. Your bf swears he told his best friend that you were coming over so he’d need to use their shared apartment for the night. But when Puppy Hybrid comes waltzing in, in the middle of dinner, he claims to have had no idea. Before either of you can go on he’s already making himself a plate and sitting right next to you, even offering you a bite of his food.

Though trying to go out for a date never goes well either. He always manages to catch your boyfriend right before he’s about to leave the house to ask where he’s going. Your boyfriend always foolishly tells the truth and Puppy Hybrid somehow ends up worming his way into the date.

Now you don’t exactly have an issue with your boyfriend’s best friend. In fact, you could even admit that the pup was one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen. If you hadn’t been dating your boyfriend you definitely would’ve looked twice at him on the street. But sometimes you wanted some alone time with your boyfriend.

This time you’re both sure you’ve finally gotten it.

Your Black Cat Hybrid bf had called you up in a rush, telling you his best friend would be busy all afternoon and out of the house. Of course you didn’t hesitate to snatch up your keys and race over to their place.

The two of you take full advantage of the empty home, fucking like feral beasts right in the living room. Every hard drive of his cock was met with the fact that Puppy Hybrid could come back home at any minute and easily walk in on you. It turned you on harder than you cared to admit.

As much as you wanted your alone time, the thought of the man walking in to see your boyfriend pounding into you like a pornstar has you arching your back and moaning like the total slut you are for him. Maybe even both of them.

Harsh cries pierce the air, your little ah! ah! ah!’s echoing against the walls every time his thick cock bottoms out inside you and batters against your womb, begging for entrance. All you can do is hold on for dear life, your nails clawing at his back till he groans and fucks into that much harder.

“Ah! Yes. Mmph— mmph!” You whine, eyes rolling back and tongue lolling out in intense pleasure. For a second you swear you hear him snort but your heart is pounding too hard in your ears for you to be sure.

“Mmph. Mmphhh,” your boyfriend mocks, raising the pitch of his voice in a way that’s still unbearably hot.

Now that you know you heard.

Your eyes snap out to see his amused grin. You seriously look too good like this, all wrecked and fucked dumb. Such a pretty sight. The second you meet his eye he starts angling his hips to hit your sweet spots and you nearly let it all go. Now’s not the time for thinking.

“Don’t be mean…” you mewl out, your words broken by a gasp as his thrusts make your toes curl. He lets out another laugh and your traitorous cunt responds by gushing with a new wave of arousal, dribbling down his length and helping him slide into your tight heat more smoothly.

“I’m not being mean, pretty. How can I be mean when I’m fuckin’ you so good?” He asks, voice dripping with condescension.

Eyes flickering between you and the fluttering mess between your thighs, your boyfriend grunts, watching syrupy droplets gathering like a ring around his cock and pool all over your swollen clit. Giving it a playful swat he relishes in your cries and the way you suck him up even deeper, so eager for him.

It sends him flying forward, burying his face in your neck and sinking his teeth in. The pleasure is unbearable yet your body jerks into it, craving more till you just can’t take it.

“M-m-more— please. Fuck, nngh, please,” you beg, struggling to meet his thrusts when the force of his hips pin you down against the bed. You don’t even have enough time to lift them before he’s slamming back in.

“More? You think you can take it?” He asks breathlessly, releasing your throat from his fangs to look at you with such sweet pity.

“Ye-hah-es!”

Is all you can scream in reply, your brain not even functioning properly.

Never one to deny you your boyfriend drags his claws down your plump frame, grabbing handfuls of flesh and marking up every inch of you he can touch before pushing at your sensitive inner thighs and spreading you nice and wide f’him.

It forces all the air right from your lungs as he ruts into you impossibly harder, the hard meeting of your bodies loud and arousing. You swear he’s taking up every inch inside you. He’s so deep in you, rearranging your guts with every snap of his hips. It drives you near insane, messy babbles choking from your throat as drool trails down your face.

Still even in this moment he chooses to start mocking you again. Mirroring your slurred speech and fucked out expression. Your face twists as in pain. Why does he have to make that so hot? You know he can feel the way your cunt spasms around his girth, adding more to the friction between you that’s driving you up the wall.

Without being able to respond you simply whine even louder, the fog in your pretty little head mixing everything up. All your other senses useless besides the ones being used to please you.

“Yeah, that’s it. Hnngh, baby, lemme hear you. Let him hear you…”

There’s no time to register what it was he even said let alone make any sense of it before that knot in your belly is unraveling and you explode into an orgasm that almost gives you an out of body experience. Heat consumes you as cum all over his cock. You don’t even realize when he’s cum right after you till you feel the ropes of cum splashing into your depths and stuffing you even more full than you were before.

It’s only when you’ve just started returning to your body, your mind barely clearing, when you gather a sense of your surroundings. The first thing you see is Puppy Hybrid now kneeling before the couch, his long fingers rubbing sweet loving circles into your clit.

When he got there you have no idea but the sight of him now has you screaming and squirming against your boyfriend who hasn’t stopped pumping into you with cruel smooth strokes. Wet squelching joining in with your surprise.

“Nuh uh, baby, no moving. We’ve just gotten started with you and you’ve both waited for this for so long,” your boyfriend scolds lightly and you instantly still.

A blush burns at your cheeks. Were you really being that transparent? How turned on both he and his best friend made you. Given by the way they chuckle a little meanly at the fact that you don’t refuse his response you guess you were.

“T-then touch me? Please,” you whisper, barely able to speak even now.

Puppy Hybrid licks his lips, his eyes raking over you and taking you all in. A vision he’s imagined and fucked himself to a thousand times. Even when he had been with others he always ended up thinking about you anyway. Now he’s finally got you in his grasp.

"This is for me?" He runs his hand over the black leather band, lifting it for a closer look.

It's a collar and leash you bought from a sex shop. It even comes with a little tag that has Good Dog engraved on it. You thought it was hilarious, but now you're not so sure.

"I can send it back and get something else," you say, reaching for the box.

He shies away. "No. I-I'll keep it. Thank you."

"Okay..." You look at him, confused.

"I'm going out with some friends, so I'm going to get ready..." He ducks into his room and you mentally facepalm, hoping you haven't ruined his day.

Later on that night, you get a text from your roommates phone though it's clearly someone else texting you.