Kennel Club 06: Playdate - Sex Stories

Kennel Club 06: Playdate

... spectate this round; I may have an unfair advantage," she laughed.

Master replied, " Sit out if you want, but I don't think anyone would begrudge your win in exchange for the accompanying show." There was quick agreement around the room.

"Fine, " she grinned, " but I'll go last to give a bit of a handicap." She followed this by grabbing Ryan's hand and returning it to its previous location with a smirk, spreading her legs a bit more to prove her point.

Steve stood up, "If that's the case, I'll go first; I know I'm going to be in last place after that first round, so I might as well take care of it and enjoy the rest of the show."

No one objected as he approached me; he pulled a chair along with him, positioned it at just the right height, and threaded his hand through my hair as he set his tip right at the edge of my reach. "And Start!" I heard Master say, and he closed the gap, thrusting quickly into my mouth, just grazing the back of my throat with each push.

I let my tongue play over his shaft as he moved and lingered on his head as he slowed down to try and make an effort to play the game he knew he was going to lose. I could taste the mingled flavor of him and a lingering taste of my rear, with a generous dollop of Ian's earlier contribution to lubing me up.

Paying attention to my role, I started sucking on his head every time he pulled back, with my tongue running all along l the bottom of his shaft on the way in.

I was rewarded rather quickly ...

... with the fruits of my efforts; a thick, salty wave filled my mouth as he buried himself, and I swallowed reflexively and eagerly, closing my lips tight around his base to keep it all in.

After I was sure he was done, I pulled back, letting him go, giving a couple last licks as he went.

"Two minutes, ten seconds," Master read out. "Who's next?"

"How about you go? Ryan responded, "Neither of us got a turn in the first round, and my hand is busy right now."

"Fine by me," Master said as I heard him stand.

A moment later, I felt the gag fall away again.

He took my chin in a firm and familiar grip; I could sense him just out of reach of my now questing tongue.

Then the delightfully familiar taste and sensation as my Master's cock slid across my lips and filled my mouth. Despite my desire to linger on the sensation, I got to work.

Master was a bit longer than either Ryan or Ian, so he slid all the way to the back of my throat quickly. And I knew what he liked, so every time I felt him go in, I swallowed hard; I knew I was doing good when he let out a groan and switched his grip to the back of my head.

I kept up my swallowing trick. I added more of the tongue play I used on Brigh. The increasingly frequent tastes of pre on my tongue told me I was getting close to my prize.

Finally, in what I could only see as an attempt to stretch out his last few seconds, he pulled back quickly till he almost slid out, and then he tried to slide back in very slowly; I ...