Page 30 of Heavy Petting

He holds my jaw firmly in his hand, and when I open my mouth, to unleash another loud moan, he pops the ball inside it and straps it in place.

Not understanding, I slow my movements, but he shakes his head, grabs my hips, and forces me back into a heavenly rhythm. Unable to moderate my volume, I cry out my gratitude, but the sound is muffled by the gag in my mouth.

Oh.

Is my pleasure too loud for the town streets?

I run my tongue over the ball. It tastes sweet, like the berry treats he feeds me.

Mahz-uhrr controls the way I’m riding him and forces another appreciative wail from my throat. The sound is dampened by the gag again, and he beams at me.

He doesn’t want me to stop making noise; he just wants to lessen my volume. To keep my sounds of pleasure between us? Like our own special thing? That’s so sweet.

He grabs a thick, rounded cone from his bag, lifts me briefly, and pushes it into me from behind, trapping it inside my sex when he settles me back onto his lap. It feels like a cock, and the bouncing carriage is making it push in and out of me the way my monster does.

He rocks me back into motion, lifts my chin, and rumbles as he searches my face. What does he see? A woman on the edge of pleasure, fighting to make it last? He won’t let me. His sole desire always seems to be to please me. Pleaseus. And when he intentionally bounces me higher, so the fake cock thrusts at me hard each time I land, I can’t hold back.

I convulse in his lap and wail my release as loudly as I please, safe with him. I soak the towel on his lap, and he mops me clean while I wilt in his arms.

This is a fun outing already.

Mahz-uhrr detachesthe mini milking cups, massages balm over my nipples, and gently cleanses between my legs with a warm cloth before he tidies my hair. He curled it for me this morning, so I have lovely, soft and shining ringlets falling over my shoulders, and paired with a blue outfit that matches my eyes, I felt beautiful even before he held up a mirror to show me.

The woman looking back at me was glowing with health and happiness. And although the barely there outfits my monster dresses me in seemed strange at first, I have come to learn how convenient they are for receiving pleasure from him, and I don’t mind how they look at all. Much of my body is on show, but there’s something about boldly displaying the fullness of my breasts, the curve of my buttocks, and the rosy glow of my cheeks that makes me look attractive even to myself. Andthe fact that my monster wants to dress me up and parade me around like this with pride has me feeling precious and desirable.

He lifts me from the carriage and sets me onto my hands and knees at the start of a smooth winding path into a serene woodland park. It’s a paradise of lush, green grass, clusters of leafy bushes filled with berries, towering trees with foliage that weeps down to float in the gentle breeze, and bright, playful flowers scattered all around. This may be the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen.

My heart flutters, and I crawl forward until my leash is at full extension and tugs gently on the collar around my neck. I turn back to grin at my monster, but it’s hard with the gag in my mouth.

He smiles and closes the distance, to pat my head. “En du, Vah-nyah Spraah.” He gestures for me to keep moving, but I lift my hand and tap my chin with the padded slipper of my palm, asking him to remove the gag.

Mahz-uhrr shakes his head. He touches the mouth-ball with his finger, makes a shushing gesture over his mouth, and thenboopsmy nose and slaps my rump to get me moving.

I’m meant to be quiet here?

I crawl along the path with my breasts swinging freely beneath me, while I sway my naked rear end for my monster, the way he likes. I’m teasing him, and when I look back over my shoulder, he looks very happy with me.

“Je mo en du, Spraah,” he coos and strokes my hair. “Za bre-shay.”

There’s a sound in the distance, and we both look in that direction. When I squint, I can just make out a large being in dark clothing, leading a smaller one dressed more brightly. Another monster and human?

I look to Mahz-uhrr and point my mitten hand in that direction. He nods and gestures for me to head over there.

I crawl along the path quickly, grateful for the padding in the hands and knees of my outfit. It’s comfortable to walk about on all fours this way, and I enjoy the animal-like nature of it. Parts of me feel very animalistic — especially when I’m around Mahz-uhrr — so walking around like one sort of makes sense. But it doesn’t hurt to see others enjoying themselves in the same way, and when we come face to face with a blonde woman and her monster, I can’t help but note our similarities. Her large, milk-filled breasts swing beneath her as she crawls in padded pink stockings, and when our monsters chat, I’m pretty sure her monster says he’s taking her home to milk her. She’s anxious for it, too.

“Oh my goodness,” she says, looking up at them as they tower over us. “Please tell me your monster’s not a big talker. Mine’s been edging me the whole time we’ve been walking, and if he doesn’t take me home to pump my tits dry and my pussy full, I’m going toscream.”

I stare at her, not knowing what to say, and unable to speak even if I did.

She looks me over and widens her eyes. “Shit. Sorry. You’re new here.Hi.” She giggles and settles slowly into a kneeling position. “Nice to meet you. I’m Brandi.”

I mumble my name around the gag, and then frown.

Brandi gives me a knowing smirk. “This is your first outing, huh?”

I raise my eyebrows. How does she know? I give her a small nod.

“Your monster’s got you on a short leash today, but he’ll relax soon enough. They always do,” she says with a wink. “I look forward to meeting you properly another time, but I’ve got to get my guy home, so he can take care of me and finish whathe’s started. See you around.” She waves a stockinged hand and starts to crawl away, tugging on her leash when her monster doesn’t move fast enough for her liking.

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