Pet - Sex Stories

Pet

... his industry, there is a softness, a vulnerability. I immediately think it is only for me, that he doesn’t remember the last time he was on his knees. I move out from the little hiding space and lean against the planter. The pottery is cold against my skin. It feels good I slide my waist and sides along the curvature while I stare at him. There is a knot in his pants, a fist-sized lump behind his zipper that I can see from here. He keeps swinging his gaze from my tits, to my eyes, peering at him from behind the orange fox mask. It’s thrilling really, the anticipation and curiosity between us. This is a game with few rules, a fantasy that reaches across the distance and becomes reality. He relaxes back onto his legs and rubs his hand along the carpet. “Come on,” he swallows and I can feel the tension. I move toward him, slowly, tentatively, watching him carefully as I move. “That’s it,” he whispers, “come on.” I like the way his voice sounds, soft, coaxing. Now I want to obey, now I want to be near him, I want him to touch me. Slowly, I crawl toward him, stretching every motion, before I lean forward to smell his hand. He is captivated by me. His eyes widen as my nose sniffs his hand. We have reached the moment, the point of contact. He is holding his breath, unsure of what to do. I move forward a bit more and tuck my head so that I rub against his hand. I give a low hum, like a cat’s purr to show that I want him to touch me. He reaches up slowly and runs his hand along my ...

... head from behind my little furry ears to my neck. It feels good and I press my head into his touch and close my eyes. My owner shortens his reach to draw me in and I comply, moving closer to him, crawling almost to his knees. Every movement reminds me of my tail, the plug stuffed pleasantly inside of me. I can smell his cologne, a woodsy almost piney smell. I like it. I like the size and weight of his hand as it rubs me and decide to move closer. With tentative steps, I slide my body across him, running my naked skin along the front of his body, passing back and forth in front of him. “Oh,” he chuckles, “little fox.” I almost cum. I like the words little fox. I like the pleasure in his voice. Turning, I move into his lap, nuzzling my head against his chest and setting my hand between his legs. The motion stops him. He freezes as if he was a statue and I know he doesn’t know what to do. I hum a bit louder and rub my cheek against the front of his shirt, against the muscles I can feel under the fabric. There is a scent, a mix of soap and cologne, I can’t tell, but it turns me on. I quietly inhale and a little shiver runs down my spine. He swallows hard and his hand moves across the naked skin of my back. His hand is warm and heavy as it moves from the back of my head along my spine to the waistband of my panty. I love the feeling. I shiver as he touches me and the warmth between my legs spreads. I move higher, placing my hand on his thigh and lifting my body so I can nuzzle his ...