Vixen The Problem - Sex Stories

Vixen The Problem

... Ah!”

His mouth feels so good on me. It’s like everything before now was just a dream and I’m finally being awakened. I don’t ever want to sleep again. He once again gradually stops his movements. This time, I’m just getting excited. It seems like every time he stops, we do something even better.

He places his hand on my stomach, lightly rubbing it. Ooo. That’s nice.

“So you want me to be your master?” he questions, still rubbing my tummy, “You want to be my little pet?”

“Yeah,” I respond, still savoring his touch, “I want to be yours.”

He pats my tummy a few times before turning me over. What’s going on now? He then lifts up the lower part of my body. I blush as my rear is presented to him. I then feel something rubbing against my entrance. Wait, are we gonna procreate? Am I gonna bear his children?

“You might wanna brace yourself,” he warns, “I’ll start out slow, but this is gonna hurt a little, ok?”

I’m scared but I trust him. He is my master after all. Plus, this is such a popular activity. How bad could it actually be-eeeeeaaahhhh! He grabs my hips and slowly pulls me towards him. Holy hell this hurts! But I can tough through it.

He then stops everything, rubbing my back for comfort. Eventually, the pain subsides. Huh. That wasn’t so bad. I let out a breath of relief. I guess he took this as a sign to move forth. He firmly grasps my hips and starts slowly moving in and out of me. With each thrust, pleasure starts taking the place of the pain. ...

... Soon, pleasure is all I can feel and I let out a light moan. He speeds up his movements a bit, earning louder moans. He then leans down to my ear, whispering,

“This is what us humans call ‘fucking’. If you want to feel even better, call to your master.”

Today just gets more and more informative. Not only have I just been informed that “Fuck” has a different side to it, but now I know just how amazing the human body is. This has been an interesting day. And now I’m feeling sensations I’ve never felt before. I want more. I need more.

“Master,” I call out. He speeds up the pace. More.

“Master.” He speeds up more. Even more.

“Master!” I cry out. He thrusts harder and faster, grabbing onto my breasts. Fuck, this is perfect. It almost feels like he’s getting deeper with each thrust. I love it.

“Yes master,” I moan out, “Fuck me. Fuck your little pet. Push deeper into me. Ooo. It’s so big. I love it. I love you. Claim me, master. Make me yours. Nobody else’s. I belong to you. Yes. Yes. Yes. Harder. Deeper. Faster.”

He’s driving me insane. I never would’ve guessed anyone would turn me into this. I love being a pet. If only I knew this is what came with being one. Why is it looked down upon if it feels this goooood?

Eventually, I start to get another new feeling. It’s building with every second. It’s the most extreme feeling I’ve ever felt.

“Master,” I cry out, “Something’s coming. What is this?”

He turns me around again and pins me to the bed, continuing his ...