silly mutt

You live in the house with them, completely under the control of your attractive owners. They dress you in their school colors and paint their names on your body. You go where they want you to go and do what they want you to do.

All of your needs are provided for. In fact, they often argue over who gets to care for you next. Whoever feeds you gets to have you on their lap or at their feet during the meal. Whoever grooms you gets to have you join them in the shower. Whoever makes you cum the most times during the day gets to have you in their bed that night.

The real fun begins during the parties. Throughout each party, you stay in the position they place you in. One night, you spend on your back on a table with your legs spread wide. The next night, you're on your knees, tits out, glistening with flavored lube. Another night, you're bent over with your bare ass in the air.

Party guests add money to the beer fund to be allowed to fuck you. People compete for who can make you cum the most times. But the real honor is if someone is able to get their photo on the "I made The Slut squirt" wall.

You're often kidnapped by rival teams. You laugh as they throw you over their shoulders and sprint off with you, knowing you'll be fucked by a whole new group of people. You're never worried, your owners always race to get you back before the other team can dress you in rival colors.

You're a widely accepted to be a good luck charm. You stand in the locker room for players to fondle you before running out to the field. People are always sure to finger you before taking a big test.

You've only just started getting used to the idea that most of the town has seen you naked. And unfortunately for you, people aren't so shocked to see simple wardrobe malfunctions anymore. Your invisible puppetmaster begins to get bored.

So, the ghost decides to show them all just how much of a whore you are.

You're at the bar on a Friday night. Just playing a few rounds of pool, occasionally offering glimpses of your tits or pussy as bend over to take your shot.

The next thing you know, cold hands haul you onto the pool table. Your startled cry draws everyones attention just in time to see you forced onto your knees and bent over with your bare ass in the air. Your dress is yanked up over your head so your naked body is on full display under the bar lights.

Imagine how people gather around to watch as your asscheeks are spread wide to show off your holes. A few people pull out their phones to snap pictures while you're helplessly exposed.

Then a cold, hard, cock parts your lips and plunges into your pussy. You can't help but moan as it pumps into you, streaching you open and filling you completely. Meanwhile, the whole bar watches as your pussy gapes open, your asscheek shaking with each pounding of the invisible body using yours.

Imagine being shown the videos later. Seeing yourself being used in front of a crowd of your neighbors. Watching an unseen entity make a spectacle of your degradation. Knowing that anyone can watch you putting on an unexpected show with your body.

Imagine being made to cum so hard that you squirt all over the pool table. Being unable to stop moaning and whining while you're being used. Becoming complicit in your own exploitation.

Imagine the ghost holding you in that position after it's done with you. Allowing people to step forward and touch you. The hands all over your body.

Imagine staying in that position even after the ghost has let you go. Obediently letting bar patrons take their turns fucking you.

Waking up in the middle of the night. I'm holding my boy against me, my chest against his back, my arms loosely wrapped around him. He's sound asleep and breathing softly, so fucking adorable. I can't really hold myself back.

One of my hands moves to grope him anywhere I can reach, pulling him impossibly closer, while the other teases just under the waistband of his boxers. I can already feel him squirming. He's such a needy boy even in his sleep. My hand slips under his waistband. His thighs push together as my thumb rubs at his inner thigh. His breathing is faster too.

I finally give in, my fingers shifting to feel how wet he is. I plant gentle kisses on his neck as my fingers rub at him in slow circles. I swear I feel myself throbbing as I hear him make a little noise. I start grinding against his ass, I can't hold it when he sounds so sweet. I slip a couple of fingers into him, trying to match the pace of the messy thrusts of my hips.

His moans turn more urgent, I assume he's starting to wake up, but it's not like I care. I just coo at him to stay still. I need this. Besides, it feels good, no? My thumb rubs at his swollen cock while I curl my fingers deep inside his cunt. I bet he wants me to fuck him properly. I remove my hands from him, shuddering as I hear him whine at the loss. I move to rummage through the night drawer, getting myself ready hastily.

I move him onto his back, a little rougher than necessary. I pull his boxers down and out of the way before firmly spreading his thighs apart. At this point I can see him stare up at me, dazed and confused. Poor puppy. Oh well. I practically slam into him, starting out with already urgent thrusts. He tries to grab at me, so I grip his wrists. I move his hands to literally choke himself, my hands staying firmly on top of his. His moans slowly get quieter as his eyes get unfocused, yet his cunt clenches around me like he's starving for it.

feel the way they grind into me, stuffing me full with their hands bruising in my hips, feeling them pressed against my back, pinned down completely.

If you show me kindness, I’ll imprint on you like a stray dog and desperately crave your attention and affection while simultaneously being terrified of that affection being taken away thus distancing myself from you whenever I feel too excited.