Page 24 of Heavy Petting

It’s becoming moreand more obvious that my memoirs are never going to get written.

Vah-nyah is simply too distracting. I can barely keep my eyes on a page, and when I look at the last words I’ve written, they’re less notes and much more a series of pining, erotic ramblings.

…gorgeouscunt smearing her juices all over my desk.

I made her sit on a sheet of old paper, but she won’t be still. It’s her gorgeous fucking tits. They’re getting so big, and their hypnotic swing is making me hungry. They jostle and bump against her arms every time she moves, and she touches them like she can’t stop.

She wants the lotion, and I keep moving it from one side of my desk to the other, so she’ll parade her bulging breasts for me while she obediently crawls back and forth, because I forbade her to stand on two feet in case she falls.

She smells so damn ripe for fucking, I’ve thought about doing it a million different ways, and I’m so curious about all of them. Will she squeal when I pin her down and fuck her tiny cunt so hard her bones rattle?

She reaches for the lotion and gives me a frustrated sigh when I move it away again. I place it on the far side, but this time, she doesn’t go after it. Instead, she plonks herself down on my memoirs, so I can’t write anymore. She presents her breasts to me, supporting them from underneath with her hands. The muscle tone in her arms becomes more defined as she strains to hold the weight, and I give her an amused smile.

“Is there something you need, Pet?” I ask.

She shuffles closer, her eyes pleading.

I hand her the lotion and don’t miss the disappointment that flashes in her eyes. She wantedmeto apply it.

Once she’s squeezed some lotion onto her hand, I hold my palm out for some as well. A sweet smile ghosts her lips, and she rubs her hands together before slowly stroking her bulging breasts.

With my clean hand, I grip the back of her neck and the base of her skull. “Let’s break you in.” I clamp my fingers around her neck more firmly and guide her to lie back on my desk. She watches me with huge eyes, and I coat my hands in the lotion before I slot them between her knees and deliver a firm command she’s heard before. “Open.”

She spreads her legs for me beautifully, and I praise her as I massage her folds, working the lotion into her skin. “What a good fucking girl. Such a beautiful, obedient pet for your master.”

I slip two digits inside her and scissor them, to stretch her as I rub the balm around her tight fuck-hole. She gasps softly, and I add a third, before testing her elasticity. More supple and malleable.Perfect. Her little clit has swollen excitedly, and I strum it. “You’re going to take master’s cock nicely. Aren’t you, Pet?”

Vah-nyah gets more and more breathless, but I withdraw my touch before she can come. She whimpers, and I grin. “Your next orgasm will be on my cock, little pet.”

I feed her a treat, set her back on the parchment I laid out for her messy cunt earlier, and then sit back in my chair. I stare at the wet stain her juicy sex has left on my perverted notes about her, and before I can think better of it, I dip my head and inhale deeply. An appreciative moan escapes me, and I shake myself to gain some mental clarity to continue my notes.

Some of my words have been smudged. The ink was still wet when I set her down on top of them. My gaze slides back to Vah-nyah. What words are now branding her buttocks?

I push up from my chair and gesture for her to approach. “Come.”

She crawls toward me, her heavy breasts swaying. When she nears the edge of the desk, I hold up my palm. “Stay.”

She does as I told her, and I skirt around the desk until I’m staring at her ass. The wordsripe for fuckingare branded in black ink on her pale skin, and I lean in to sniff her shining cunt. “Mmm… You sure are, my pet. You’re testing my control with your gorgeous fucking scent.”

I give her a playful, wet slap on her glistening lips, and she moans in such a way, pleasure literally shudders down my spine. My swollen cock weeps, desperate to make a home inside her.

Did Hordan know what caring for a human would do to me?

Get a pet, he said.It’s a great honor and reward for your service, he said.Nothing sweeter than a loyal companion. He never said anything about how addictive and sexually torturous it would be, to witness her forced transformation into my milking wench. The sight of her on all-fours on my desk as commanded is damned near irresistible. The scent emanating from her engorged and glistening sex is beyond intoxicating.

Ripe for fucking,indeed.

I want to spend my retirement violating the pretty little human, and the best and worst part is, shewantsme to.

I walk back in front of her, and she stares up at me, her eyes sparkling with love and trust. She’s counting on me. Needs me to do right by her.

A soft sound makes my ears prick up. A light, rhythmical tapping. Vah-nyah tilts her head. She hears it too. Her eyes widen. She looks down, and I follow her gaze to the small, wet circles on my parchment. A pale droplet hits the paper, and I lift my attention to her nipples, where beads of milk are slowly forming, and then dripping from her.

My heart breaks into a high-speed gallop, and my cock swells more intensely than ever before. The skin has grown immensely tight, and it’s throbbing with so much need, it’s painful, but I know exactly how to soothe it.

It’s time.

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