Pet - Sex Stories

Pet

... neck. My ears, the fuzzy fabric, run along the curve of his jaw and then along his neck until I pivot my head. “Oh, wow,” my owner sighs as I breathe along the skin under his ear. My breast is pressed against him, my hand beside the bulge in his pants. I hum and nibble on his earlobe. His breath catches, I can feel his heartbeat in his neck, it’s fast and there is a new warmth between us. He’s getting excited, as excited as I am. He reaches up and traces his fingers along the side of my body, it almost tickles and I pull away a bit, just far enough to look him in the eyes. We are both in control now - a perfect balance of pet and master. His heart is racing and he swallows hard again and stares down at my breasts. I slowly step back and lower my head. Instinctively, he spreads his legs and I hear a heavy sigh above me. I press my cheek against the tight fabric. I feel it swell. A warm hand slides along the back of my head and neck. Yes, pet me. I arch my back, pushing my ass into the air as his hand gets to my panty line. Don’t stop. His hand hesitates, and then slides over the curve of my ass, to wear my ...

... tail pokes through the thin black lace. I shift my hips and press my tail into his hand. The plug moves inside of me and I close my eyes as the orgasm that has been building since I crawled into the room overcomes me. Fireworks explode behind my eyes as his hand moves down my tail, moving the plug. I take a breath and compose myself before moving my head so I can reach his zipper with my teeth. Now it’s my turn. I bite the little metal zipper and swing my head until his pants open. I can smell the heat and sweat; it’s sweet, animal almost. He moans and with deftness I don’t expect, touches my tail and lays a finger against the wet mound. The action tugs against the plug in my ass and I almost moan out loud. His finger is so thick. He reaches around slowly and frees himself for me, pulling his penis through the fabric’s opening. I am faced with the wagging rod, the tight flesh, the thumping vein. I lean down and sniff around his cock knowing the fur on my mask and ears will tickle across him. “Oh,” he moans and squirms a bit. I briefly glance up and meet his expectant gaze. I am his pet and he is my master.