a bird who's been given the ability to write

It didn’t matter if John was in the middle of paperwork, you would go into his office and sit on his lap. Better yet, you’d have him sit on your lap, it didnt matter if you were smaller than him, he’d comply with it. You could reach into his pants and palm at his slowly hardening cock, listen to his grunts as he tried to focus on his work. He could complain about needing them done, but you wouldn’t stop. Not until he would come on your hands and lick the mess clean.

With Gaz, it didnt take much to have him moaning under you. Whether he decided to work out, or enjoy the tea he just made, your lips would be on him. Sucking into his neck and toying with his nipples through his shirt. He’d lean his head back, resting against you as he let you take control.

“You’re so pretty for me,” You’d praise and he’d whine even more, lifting his hips closer to your hand. Begging for your touch, waiting for you to satisfy his growing erection. You could, or it’d be even better to edge him under the table and not let him cum in the end.

Your lips around his cock and your hand working on the rest, he’d cover his mouth with his hand and buck into your mouth. You’d have to hold his hips down, keeping him from moving too much.

“Please let me cum,” he’d whine and his cock twitched in your mouth, yet you’d pull off of him and listen to his complaints. Leaving him hard and aching, ready to cum only to give him nothing.

Only to find Johnny in return, fresh out of a shower and mowhawk drenched. The water droplets still attached to his muscles is enough to set you off, slinking up to his side and pulling him off into his room.

“What do ye want, bonnie?” He’d ask only to be pushed to his bed, your legs straddling his hips and keeping him pinned against his bed. “I want you,” was all you had to say for him to reach under your body and remove the towel covering his waist.

His cock was soft, but with due time it’d become hard. You caressed his face, slipping your fingers into his mouth, savoring the feeling of him sucking on them. He wrapped his tongue around the tips, treating it as though it were a cock in his mouth. Though that wouldn’t be a bad idea, only fueling your thoughts.

Johnny would moan against your fingers, hands coming down against your hips and grinding his growing cock into your clothed body. You moved your own hips against his, enjoying the stimulation against your clit, while hole clenching around nothing.

You peel your hands from him, wet fingers slipping from his lips, and remove your pants to leave you in your underwear atop of him. He groans at the sight, going to move his hands to your body. Your own hands captured his wrists, pinning them down beside his head and keeping them there. He bucked his hips up into your touch, eager for more.

“Naughty boy,” he whined at your voice, rolling his hips into you. “Please give me more, please I’ve been good.” He tried to reason with you, beg for your touch. How could you reward such behavior if he wanted to act impatient?

“You don’t deserve it,” was all you said as you gathered both of his hands in your single grip, reaching beneath you with your now freed hand and pulled your underwear aside. He wouldn’t get the full thing, you decided. Your unclothed lips ground against him, letting his cock slide in between them with ease.

Johnny hissed at the sensation, eyes closed shut as he whimpered at the contact. Your slick coated him, making it easier to slide against his cock. It felt even better when your clit got to grind against him, tracing along the veins of his cock nicely.

“Please hen, yer killin’ me,” Johnny pleaded, eyes akin to that of a dog’s.

You didn’t say anything in return, only working to your own orgasm and enjoying the waves that rushed over you with due time. Of course, you weren’t going to leave him all hard and lonely. He had been good after all, and rewarding good behavior would encourage it.

“So good for me,” you praised, slipping your underwear back into place yet maintaining your position atop of him. He whined at your praises, eyes eager and tempting as he awaited for what you’d give him.

With your hand wrapped around him, he groaned into your touch. It didn’t take long for him to reach his own orgasm, white strips of cum landing on his stomach and your hand. You gathered it on your fingers, bringing it to his mouth to lick you clean.

Johnny always appreciated when you used him, making him one of your favorites to play with during those moments.

Simon had his moments, though not as often as Gaz or Johnny, you still enjoyed using him when you could.

Whether that meant making him drop to his knees, and crawl to where you were sat. Your hands would remove his mask gently, allowing him to grace you with his toned features. Little scars would chip at his face, yet you still loved him the same no matter what he looked like.

“There you are,” you whispered to him, his dark eyes awaiting for your command.

You pulled his head close to your thighs, letting his hands work against your body to strip you of your garments. Sliding one pant leg down and then the next, leaving you with your underwear still on.

Scarred lips pressed kisses into your legs, traveling to your knees and then to your thighs. He never left any skin untouched, moving your legs to rest over his shoulders and letting his hands rest on your hips.

Your hands would eventually find their way to his hair, tugging him closer against you as he worked his tongue on you. Circling your clit, then licking down to your labia and only slightly pressing into your hole. He would trace his tongue back up just to suck against your clit and let you grind on his face.

Your praises and tugs into his hair were more than enough motivation to keep him going. Even when your thighs clenched around him, even when he was starting to struggle with breathing, he never stopped giving you pleasure until you were satisfied.

Then, and only then, would you debate on helping him. Some days you’d leave him to deal with his growing hard on, and other days you’d press your foot into the bulge forming in his pants. He’d grunt and hump against your leg like the mutt he was, eyebrows knitted together as he worked up to his own release.

He always came in his pants, and never on you.

There were occasions where you wanted to try something new or just had an itch to scratch.

You’ve pulled John out of his office more than once for moments like these, and other times you just laid him on top of his desk without a care in the world for the paperwork beneath him. His shirt was already removed, chest and abdomen exposed for you to touch however much you wanted to.

Your fingers tease at his nipples, rolling them and pinching them. The growing tent in his pants proved you right in assuming he’d like it.

It didn’t take long before you dipped your head to suck on them. John hissed at the contact, almost moving his hand to your head before thinking twice of his actions. “Bloody hell, luv,” he groaned as you suckled away.

Your desire was ever growing and insatiable.

You’ve made Gaz cum from just humping against your leg, or Johnny from rutting against your shoe. Any moment you thought of something new, you’d go to one of them, or multiple of them.

There were moments where you’ve had Ghost and Gaz rub their cocks against one another all while you sat in between them, watching with eager eyes as you instructed them to continue. Days where you instructed Johnny to take John’s cock and make him cum.

Days where you wanted them both to pleasure each other, or yourself. Satisfied with Ghost’s heavy weight laying on top of your back while you were chest to chest with John. Both of their cocks were inside you, and your arousal wasn’t dying down any sooner.

They both tried to rut into you, trying their best to make you cum before they would. Their grunts and groans only fueled the fire inside you, butterflies flying in your stomach at their unbridled lust.

Expanding more with puppy play, they weren't opposed to the idea. Johnny loves when you snap his collar on, attaching a leash and letting you walk him wherever you want him to go. If you go as far as getting a cage for them, Johnny behaves immediately when you threaten to put him in there.

He promises he'll be good! He'll stop humping your leg and act like your good pup. Simon will act however he wishes, he can take what punishment you think you can dish out to him. He'll keen at any praise you give him for being a good boy.

Gaz mostly acts gentle and sweet, he's the one you praise the most. However, with Johnny's influence he can act out at times. He'll work together with Johnny and paw at your underwear, or steal any panties you have for later use.

John is a good mutt too, however it's more rare he plays into being your dog. He only uses it as an escape when he truly needs it, when memories he'd rather not dwell on come to his mind.

He'll whine and behave as well as he can, groaning when your foot comes onto his cock and pressing it into the ground. He'll take what you give him, even if it means having to use your rough combat boots.

There's days where your pups want a turn with each other, Johnny's leash tight in your grip while he licks at your cunt, Ghost rutting into him from behind. Gaz will lay beside you, on his back and exposing his hardened cock for you to stroke at your own pace.

You've caught Gaz and John sucking on each other like good pups beforehand. Your hands worked John's head up and down Gaz's cock, making him gag on it and choke when his sergeant came down his throat.

They all have their respective collars, though there was a few moments when Simon let you use a shock collar for him.

They're all your good boys though, and you love them all the same. Always ending the night or day with aftercare, making sure to pamper them all and praise them for being so good to you. You run them baths and press kisses to their faces, whispering sweet words of adoration.

It didn’t matter if John was in the middle of paperwork, you would go into his office and sit on his lap. Better yet, you’d have him sit on your lap, it didnt matter if you were smaller than him, he’d comply with it. You could reach into his pants and palm at his slowly hardening cock, listen to his grunts as he tried to focus on his work. He could complain about needing them done, but you wouldn’t stop. Not until he would come on your hands and lick the mess clean.

With Gaz, it didnt take much to have him moaning under you. Whether he decided to work out, or enjoy the tea he just made, your lips would be on him. Sucking into his neck and toying with his nipples through his shirt. He’d lean his head back, resting against you as he let you take control.

“You’re so pretty for me,” You’d praise and he’d whine even more, lifting his hips closer to your hand. Begging for your touch, waiting for you to satisfy his growing erection. You could, or it’d be even better to edge him under the table and not let him cum in the end.

Your lips around his cock and your hand working on the rest, he’d cover his mouth with his hand and buck into your mouth. You’d have to hold his hips down, keeping him from moving too much.

“Please let me cum,” he’d whine and his cock twitched in your mouth, yet you’d pull off of him and listen to his complaints. Leaving him hard and aching, ready to cum only to give him nothing.

Only to find Johnny in return, fresh out of a shower and mowhawk drenched. The water droplets still attached to his muscles is enough to set you off, slinking up to his side and pulling him off into his room.

“What do ye want, bonnie?” He’d ask only to be pushed to his bed, your legs straddling his hips and keeping him pinned against his bed. “I want you,” was all you had to say for him to reach under your body and remove the towel covering his waist.

His cock was soft, but with due time it’d become hard. You caressed his face, slipping your fingers into his mouth, savoring the feeling of him sucking on them. He wrapped his tongue around the tips, treating it as though it were a cock in his mouth. Though that wouldn’t be a bad idea, only fueling your thoughts.

Johnny would moan against your fingers, hands coming down against your hips and grinding his growing cock into your clothed body. You moved your own hips against his, enjoying the stimulation against your clit, while hole clenching around nothing.

You peel your hands from him, wet fingers slipping from his lips, and remove your pants to leave you in your underwear atop of him. He groans at the sight, going to move his hands to your body. Your own hands captured his wrists, pinning them down beside his head and keeping them there. He bucked his hips up into your touch, eager for more.

“Naughty boy,” he whined at your voice, rolling his hips into you. “Please give me more, please I’ve been good.” He tried to reason with you, beg for your touch. How could you reward such behavior if he wanted to act impatient?

“You don’t deserve it,” was all you said as you gathered both of his hands in your single grip, reaching beneath you with your now freed hand and pulled your underwear aside. He wouldn’t get the full thing, you decided. Your unclothed lips ground against him, letting his cock slide in between them with ease.

Johnny hissed at the sensation, eyes closed shut as he whimpered at the contact. Your slick coated him, making it easier to slide against his cock. It felt even better when your clit got to grind against him, tracing along the veins of his cock nicely.

“Please hen, yer killin’ me,” Johnny pleaded, eyes akin to that of a dog’s.

You didn’t say anything in return, only working to your own orgasm and enjoying the waves that rushed over you with due time. Of course, you weren’t going to leave him all hard and lonely. He had been good after all, and rewarding good behavior would encourage it.

“So good for me,” you praised, slipping your underwear back into place yet maintaining your position atop of him. He whined at your praises, eyes eager and tempting as he awaited for what you’d give him.

With your hand wrapped around him, he groaned into your touch. It didn’t take long for him to reach his own orgasm, white strips of cum landing on his stomach and your hand. You gathered it on your fingers, bringing it to his mouth to lick you clean.

Johnny always appreciated when you used him, making him one of your favorites to play with during those moments.

Simon had his moments, though not as often as Gaz or Johnny, you still enjoyed using him when you could.

Whether that meant making him drop to his knees, and crawl to where you were sat. Your hands would remove his mask gently, allowing him to grace you with his toned features. Little scars would chip at his face, yet you still loved him the same no matter what he looked like.

“There you are,” you whispered to him, his dark eyes awaiting for your command.

You pulled his head close to your thighs, letting his hands work against your body to strip you of your garments. Sliding one pant leg down and then the next, leaving you with your underwear still on.

Scarred lips pressed kisses into your legs, traveling to your knees and then to your thighs. He never left any skin untouched, moving your legs to rest over his shoulders and letting his hands rest on your hips.

Your hands would eventually find their way to his hair, tugging him closer against you as he worked his tongue on you. Circling your clit, then licking down to your labia and only slightly pressing into your hole. He would trace his tongue back up just to suck against your clit and let you grind on his face.

Your praises and tugs into his hair were more than enough motivation to keep him going. Even when your thighs clenched around him, even when he was starting to struggle with breathing, he never stopped giving you pleasure until you were satisfied.

Then, and only then, would you debate on helping him. Some days you’d leave him to deal with his growing hard on, and other days you’d press your foot into the bulge forming in his pants. He’d grunt and hump against your leg like the mutt he was, eyebrows knitted together as he worked up to his own release.

He always came in his pants, and never on you.

There were occasions where you wanted to try something new or just had an itch to scratch.

You’ve pulled John out of his office more than once for moments like these, and other times you just laid him on top of his desk without a care in the world for the paperwork beneath him. His shirt was already removed, chest and abdomen exposed for you to touch however much you wanted to.

Your fingers tease at his nipples, rolling them and pinching them. The growing tent in his pants proved you right in assuming he’d like it.

It didn’t take long before you dipped your head to suck on them. John hissed at the contact, almost moving his hand to your head before thinking twice of his actions. “Bloody hell, luv,” he groaned as you suckled away.

Your desire was ever growing and insatiable.

You’ve made Gaz cum from just humping against your leg, or Johnny from rutting against your shoe. Any moment you thought of something new, you’d go to one of them, or multiple of them.

There were moments where you’ve had Ghost and Gaz rub their cocks against one another all while you sat in between them, watching with eager eyes as you instructed them to continue. Days where you instructed Johnny to take John’s cock and make him cum.

Days where you wanted them both to pleasure each other, or yourself. Satisfied with Ghost’s heavy weight laying on top of your back while you were chest to chest with John. Both of their cocks were inside you, and your arousal wasn’t dying down any sooner.

They both tried to rut into you, trying their best to make you cum before they would. Their grunts and groans only fueled the fire inside you, butterflies flying in your stomach at their unbridled lust.

Expanding more with puppy play, they weren't opposed to the idea. Johnny loves when you snap his collar on, attaching a leash and letting you walk him wherever you want him to go. If you go as far as getting a cage for them, Johnny behaves immediately when you threaten to put him in there.

He promises he'll be good! He'll stop humping your leg and act like your good pup. Simon will act however he wishes, he can take what punishment you think you can dish out to him. He'll keen at any praise you give him for being a good boy.

Gaz mostly acts gentle and sweet, he's the one you praise the most. However, with Johnny's influence he can act out at times. He'll work together with Johnny and paw at your underwear, or steal any panties you have for later use.

John is a good mutt too, however it's more rare he plays into being your dog. He only uses it as an escape when he truly needs it, when memories he'd rather not dwell on come to his mind.

He'll whine and behave as well as he can, groaning when your foot comes onto his cock and pressing it into the ground. He'll take what you give him, even if it means having to use your rough combat boots.

There's days where your pups want a turn with each other, Johnny's leash tight in your grip while he licks at your cunt, Ghost rutting into him from behind. Gaz will lay beside you, on his back and exposing his hardened cock for you to stroke at your own pace.

You've caught Gaz and John sucking on each other like good pups beforehand. Your hands worked John's head up and down Gaz's cock, making him gag on it and choke when his sergeant came down his throat.

They all have their respective collars, though there was a few moments when Simon let you use a shock collar for him.

They're all your good boys though, and you love them all the same. Always ending the night or day with aftercare, making sure to pamper them all and praise them for being so good to you. You run them baths and press kisses to their faces, whispering sweet words of adoration.

It didn’t matter if John was in the middle of paperwork, you would go into his office and sit on his lap. Better yet, you’d have him sit on your lap, it didnt matter if you were smaller than him, he’d comply with it. You could reach into his pants and palm at his slowly hardening cock, listen to his grunts as he tried to focus on his work. He could complain about needing them done, but you wouldn’t stop. Not until he would come on your hands and lick the mess clean.

With Gaz, it didnt take much to have him moaning under you. Whether he decided to work out, or enjoy the tea he just made, your lips would be on him. Sucking into his neck and toying with his nipples through his shirt. He’d lean his head back, resting against you as he let you take control.

“You’re so pretty for me,” You’d praise and he’d whine even more, lifting his hips closer to your hand. Begging for your touch, waiting for you to satisfy his growing erection. You could, or it’d be even better to edge him under the table and not let him cum in the end.

Your lips around his cock and your hand working on the rest, he’d cover his mouth with his hand and buck into your mouth. You’d have to hold his hips down, keeping him from moving too much.

“Please let me cum,” he’d whine and his cock twitched in your mouth, yet you’d pull off of him and listen to his complaints. Leaving him hard and aching, ready to cum only to give him nothing.

Only to find Johnny in return, fresh out of a shower and mowhawk drenched. The water droplets still attached to his muscles is enough to set you off, slinking up to his side and pulling him off into his room.

“What do ye want, bonnie?” He’d ask only to be pushed to his bed, your legs straddling his hips and keeping him pinned against his bed. “I want you,” was all you had to say for him to reach under your body and remove the towel covering his waist.

His cock was soft, but with due time it’d become hard. You caressed his face, slipping your fingers into his mouth, savoring the feeling of him sucking on them. He wrapped his tongue around the tips, treating it as though it were a cock in his mouth. Though that wouldn’t be a bad idea, only fueling your thoughts.

Johnny would moan against your fingers, hands coming down against your hips and grinding his growing cock into your clothed body. You moved your own hips against his, enjoying the stimulation against your clit, while hole clenching around nothing.

You peel your hands from him, wet fingers slipping from his lips, and remove your pants to leave you in your underwear atop of him. He groans at the sight, going to move his hands to your body. Your own hands captured his wrists, pinning them down beside his head and keeping them there. He bucked his hips up into your touch, eager for more.

“Naughty boy,” he whined at your voice, rolling his hips into you. “Please give me more, please I’ve been good.” He tried to reason with you, beg for your touch. How could you reward such behavior if he wanted to act impatient?

“You don’t deserve it,” was all you said as you gathered both of his hands in your single grip, reaching beneath you with your now freed hand and pulled your underwear aside. He wouldn’t get the full thing, you decided. Your unclothed lips ground against him, letting his cock slide in between them with ease.

Johnny hissed at the sensation, eyes closed shut as he whimpered at the contact. Your slick coated him, making it easier to slide against his cock. It felt even better when your clit got to grind against him, tracing along the veins of his cock nicely.

“Please hen, yer killin’ me,” Johnny pleaded, eyes akin to that of a dog’s.

You didn’t say anything in return, only working to your own orgasm and enjoying the waves that rushed over you with due time. Of course, you weren’t going to leave him all hard and lonely. He had been good after all, and rewarding good behavior would encourage it.

“So good for me,” you praised, slipping your underwear back into place yet maintaining your position atop of him. He whined at your praises, eyes eager and tempting as he awaited for what you’d give him.

With your hand wrapped around him, he groaned into your touch. It didn’t take long for him to reach his own orgasm, white strips of cum landing on his stomach and your hand. You gathered it on your fingers, bringing it to his mouth to lick you clean.

Johnny always appreciated when you used him, making him one of your favorites to play with during those moments.

Simon had his moments, though not as often as Gaz or Johnny, you still enjoyed using him when you could.

Whether that meant making him drop to his knees, and crawl to where you were sat. Your hands would remove his mask gently, allowing him to grace you with his toned features. Little scars would chip at his face, yet you still loved him the same no matter what he looked like.

“There you are,” you whispered to him, his dark eyes awaiting for your command.

You pulled his head close to your thighs, letting his hands work against your body to strip you of your garments. Sliding one pant leg down and then the next, leaving you with your underwear still on.

Scarred lips pressed kisses into your legs, traveling to your knees and then to your thighs. He never left any skin untouched, moving your legs to rest over his shoulders and letting his hands rest on your hips.

Your hands would eventually find their way to his hair, tugging him closer against you as he worked his tongue on you. Circling your clit, then licking down to your labia and only slightly pressing into your hole. He would trace his tongue back up just to suck against your clit and let you grind on his face.

Your praises and tugs into his hair were more than enough motivation to keep him going. Even when your thighs clenched around him, even when he was starting to struggle with breathing, he never stopped giving you pleasure until you were satisfied.

Then, and only then, would you debate on helping him. Some days you’d leave him to deal with his growing hard on, and other days you’d press your foot into the bulge forming in his pants. He’d grunt and hump against your leg like the mutt he was, eyebrows knitted together as he worked up to his own release.

He always came in his pants, and never on you.

There were occasions where you wanted to try something new or just had an itch to scratch.

You’ve pulled John out of his office more than once for moments like these, and other times you just laid him on top of his desk without a care in the world for the paperwork beneath him. His shirt was already removed, chest and abdomen exposed for you to touch however much you wanted to.

Your fingers tease at his nipples, rolling them and pinching them. The growing tent in his pants proved you right in assuming he’d like it.

It didn’t take long before you dipped your head to suck on them. John hissed at the contact, almost moving his hand to your head before thinking twice of his actions. “Bloody hell, luv,” he groaned as you suckled away.

Your desire was ever growing and insatiable.

You’ve made Gaz cum from just humping against your leg, or Johnny from rutting against your shoe. Any moment you thought of something new, you’d go to one of them, or multiple of them.

There were moments where you’ve had Ghost and Gaz rub their cocks against one another all while you sat in between them, watching with eager eyes as you instructed them to continue. Days where you instructed Johnny to take John’s cock and make him cum.

Days where you wanted them both to pleasure each other, or yourself. Satisfied with Ghost’s heavy weight laying on top of your back while you were chest to chest with John. Both of their cocks were inside you, and your arousal wasn’t dying down any sooner.

They both tried to rut into you, trying their best to make you cum before they would. Their grunts and groans only fueled the fire inside you, butterflies flying in your stomach at their unbridled lust.

Expanding more with puppy play, they weren't opposed to the idea. Johnny loves when you snap his collar on, attaching a leash and letting you walk him wherever you want him to go. If you go as far as getting a cage for them, Johnny behaves immediately when you threaten to put him in there.

He promises he'll be good! He'll stop humping your leg and act like your good pup. Simon will act however he wishes, he can take what punishment you think you can dish out to him. He'll keen at any praise you give him for being a good boy.

Gaz mostly acts gentle and sweet, he's the one you praise the most. However, with Johnny's influence he can act out at times. He'll work together with Johnny and paw at your underwear, or steal any panties you have for later use.

John is a good mutt too, however it's more rare he plays into being your dog. He only uses it as an escape when he truly needs it, when memories he'd rather not dwell on come to his mind.

He'll whine and behave as well as he can, groaning when your foot comes onto his cock and pressing it into the ground. He'll take what you give him, even if it means having to use your rough combat boots.

There's days where your pups want a turn with each other, Johnny's leash tight in your grip while he licks at your cunt, Ghost rutting into him from behind. Gaz will lay beside you, on his back and exposing his hardened cock for you to stroke at your own pace.

You've caught Gaz and John sucking on each other like good pups beforehand. Your hands worked John's head up and down Gaz's cock, making him gag on it and choke when his sergeant came down his throat.

They all have their respective collars, though there was a few moments when Simon let you use a shock collar for him.

They're all your good boys though, and you love them all the same. Always ending the night or day with aftercare, making sure to pamper them all and praise them for being so good to you. You run them baths and press kisses to their faces, whispering sweet words of adoration.