Page 20 of Thicker Than Blood

She was my pet bitch, nothing more and nothing less. It didn’t matter if she enjoyed what I did to her. Ultimately, even if her mind hated it, her body would love it.

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When I came out of the shower rubbing a towel through my hair the bitch was coming around. The need to shake off what happened was at the forefront of my mind.

“Enjoy your nap, bitch?” I asked sarcastically. “Go and squat on your cum spot. As soon as my cum is all on the floor you know what to do with it.”

She slinked off the bed and stood on the spot where I usually left a load of jizz on the floor for her first breakfast. While she squatted down, I tossed the towel on the bed to get her nipple clamps. I wanted her to feel as uncomfortable. When I turned around I saw my cum dripping out of her ass and onto the floor. I approached her to clip the nipple clamps on her.

There was beauty in the way she lovingly played with my cum, smearing it, licking it, swirling her tongue in circles but when she hoovered it up, lapping up every last drop, consuming my essence like my hungry cum loving whore it fulfilled me like never before.

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We watched a movie together—well, I did. My bitch was my table for the night. She stayed on her hands and knees balancing a bowl of popcorn on her back while I relaxed. Every so often she tried to stretch herself out to prevent cramping. I tossed a pieceof popcorn at her head, watching it bounce off the top of her mask and land on the floor.

“You're distracting me, bitch,”

She stopped moving and I studied her curves. Her ass was facing me with her tail jutting out and beneath the tail was the allure of her plump fat pussy lips. The temptation was growing and I wanted to feel the inside of her soft wet pussy hole. The feel of her cunt lips rubbing against my dick. To pulverise another one of her holes. I pulled my shorts down my ass and paused the movie. Two weeks of torturing myself was long enough.

“Páre me sklirá, pórni,” I said to her. “That means,get me hard, whore.”

She slowly shuffled around to face me trying not to knock over the popcorn bowl balanced on her back. I lifted the bowl from her back and put it on the sofa. She knelt on her knees, sitting upright, before stretching her back and arms.

I leaned forward and removed the lower part of her mask. She had fully adapted into remaining naked and wearing her dog outfit. My cock began to lengthen when I recalled slapping her breasts while she came on the vibrator.

She moved to kneel between my legs before she began to work my cock with her mouth, tongue and lips. My daily skull fucking relieved her of her gag reflex and fear. The result was my perfectly trained bitch working her lips down the length of my cock until they almost reached my balls.

“That’s it worship your Master’s cock. Suck bitch, suck harder. Use those lips around my dick,” I said, raising my T-shirt out of the way to get a better view of her diligent work.

She worked my length throat fucking herself on my dick until I felt her lips touch my balls. She remained still for a moment as if savouring my cock in deep in her neck. When she pulled back,she gasped for air but immediately went back to work. Only this time she worshipped my heavy balls.

The whore was one of the best cock suckers I’d ever had.

Chapter 14

Amari

Master was playful tonight, and I followed his instructions, trying to be his perfect pet slave. His watchful eyes were never far from me. The words he used were always harsh, but the various tones he used ranged from psychotic to soft. I loved it when he used the filthiest of words with his low rumbling voice, indicating his pleasure. It made mewantto please him. I stopped asking myself why I was like this.

I raised Master’s cock to gently cup his balls before I started to lick them, sucking them into my mouth one by one while gripping his hard cock in my hand. The hair around me tickled my face and the clean scent of Master’s shower gel surrounded me. His balls were as hot as his cock.

“Enough,” he snapped and I glanced up at him, fearing he was angry with me, but his eyes only held a dark desire.

My pussy clenched tightly and I hoped Master fucked my ass as he did the day when I passed out. I sat back as Master tugged his white T-shirt off. His skin had darkened under the sunshine. I gazed at his thick neck muscles, taking in his broad chest, running down the hard abdomen until reaching his angry-looking thick cock.

He stood up and pushed me onto the sofa cushion where he had been sitting. I could feel the warmth against my skin. I froze when I felt his fingers trail down the opening of my pussy. Thelast time he touched me there with his fingers was in the car on the way to Club X.

“Your bitch cunt is on heat,” he said pushing his fingers inside me.

Two, three…four of them.

I felt the burn of the stretch when he burrowed all four inside me, pushing them all in. They slid back and forth with ease since I was soaked from sucking his cock and balls.

“Such a fucking wet whore,” he muttered. “Dirty little, Skýla. You need my cock in here.”

I shoved my right hand forward on the couch but Master chuckled.

“That wasn’t a question my little fuck hole.”

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