Cultivating Lilly Ch. 25 - Sex Stories

Cultivating Lilly Ch. 25

... that doubled as her leash clip. She countered with, "No, but I belong to you. I'm a part of your family. You know what's best for me. I understand that granting all those strangers permission to be inside my special place was for my benefit..."

"And your mouth, too," said Uncle Lars. "They didn't only focus on your cunt."

She had never consumed more man-milk than she had at the costume party. "Yes, and my mouth," she agreed. "But my point is that you allowed all of it to happen because you care for me. All the other kitties and colts belonged to their humans as well."

Her men smiled warmly. Gustov took her chin in his hand and gently kissed her. Pushing through her lips, he worked his tongue around hers. She sighed when his hand slipped inside her dress. Brushing over the curvature of her breast, his thumb gently rubbed her nipple for a few moments before moving the garment aside, exposing her flesh to anyone in the restaurant who cared to look.

To nearly any other woman, being exposed in such a manner would have been embarassing or been met with anger and a frantic scramble to cover herself. Being comfortable with her body being exhibited and knowing better than to act without asking, Lilly said, "Did you mean to do that?" She looked at the creamy mound, which was now alive with goosebumps.

Gustov apprised her breast and said, "Yes, honey. Of course."

"May I cover myself?"

Daddy said, "Not yet, Good Girl."

"Yes, sir."

His kiss was just as tender; ...

... his hand warm on her skin as he gently squeezed. When he was finished he said, "Now you may cover yourself."

"Yes, sir." As she readjusted her dress, her special place stirred.

"Thank you," said Uncle Lars. "Realizing your status with our family means more to us than you will ever know."

Lilly pushed on, anxious to make her point. "But you didn't know the maid," she said. "She didn't belong to you and she isn't part of our family. Yet you tied her to the table and...had your way with her. We all did. And she was helpless to prevent it from happening." Lilly saw herself; the black leather strands of the strap-on belt cinched around her waist, the overtly large plug affixed to the front so as to perforate a different part of the anatomy. In her head, Lilly heard the poor girl's plaintive moans as she drove the phallus into the maid's straining pussy. It was difficult to say, but she found the words: "Did we...force...her?"

Gustov was reassuring. "I can understand why you would be concerned, given the circumstances."

"It's just that sometimes she looked like she was enjoying herself and other times she seemed really frightened."

"Would you like to know how she really came to be in such a...compromising...position?"

"Yes, Daddy. Please."

Sliding his hand up her thigh, he nestled his finger into the crown of her pleat and wormed it over her button. He gently pressed and wiggled and Lilly sighed. Her pussy was already comfortably damp and she stifled a moan ...