Dirty Dozen- P.L.A.Y.- tales of sexual savagery and Daddy's Girl (Dirty Dozens)

by Aaron Evans

  I licked his face again, breathing in his amazing scent. His eyes were deep pools of night. He held me with little more than his eyes, and then began to spin his fingers in the wetness of my pussy. I whimpered at him, trying to convey everything I was thinking with just my eyes.

  Please. I need to be your bitch. Please use my body. I'm never as alive as I am when you fuck me. More than anything, I need you to mount me and use my pussy-

  Then, all thought fled as he pushed two of his huge fingers inside me.

  I could feel how slippery I was. It was one of the things that Master Damon loved about me- how wet I got for him. He withdrew, but only for a moment. Then, he plunged them again, pushing so deeply that a long, undulating moan escaped my lips.

  I was drunk on him. I needed no crop or lash, I would do anything- anything at all, simply because it pleased him.

  There was nothing in my world more important than making his cock hard.

  "I think it's time we went into the other room, little bitch." He smiled. “I need to get some rest before tomorrow, and I'm not done with you yet." He reached for the lever and began to drain the tub.

  Even after he dried me, I was wet. Wet and ready for my Master.

  ***

  I couldn't help but notice that he put my tail, ears, and collar back on, but left my bikini furs in the bathroom.

  "I have to clean up all the water you splashed. Go on out, I'll be right there." He playfully swatted at my behind, and I scampered into the room.

  The room was fairly dark- the sun had gone down while he had given me my bath. I trotted in, sniffing around, and almost didn't notice Cassie. She had been near her bed, and when I stepped from the room, she stepped behind me. I didn't even notice her until she was nuzzling and sniffing at my backside.

  I whimpered as she stuck her nose right in the cleft of my backside, smelling me. I knew she could tell how wet I was; she probably could smell me the moment I walked in the room.

  I may have just had a bath, but we were very attuned to each other's scents. She nuzzled her nose into my wet pussy, and then gave me a tentative lick.

  I moaned at the exquisite softness of Cassie's tongue. I loved it when she ate me. She had a thorough understanding of the way I liked to be eaten, and knew my body better than any man before Master Damon ever had.

  She loved eating me, I knew. It wasn't an act of submission for her- it was an act of dominance, of possession. It wasn't about my pleasure; it was about her eating me, driving me mad with sensation, and being unable to stop her.

  Encouraged by how wet I was, she growled. It was a low, hungry growl, a growl meant to inform me that I was her bitch.

  I whimpered, sticking my ass in the air. I was rewarded with a second lick, and then another. She tongued my entire crevice- not just my pussy lips, but also my asshole. I whimpered prettily for her as she tasted my tight hole, and then nibbled her way along my pussy lips to my hard pink clitoris. The first lick she gave my clit was like a butterfly's kiss, like a spring breeze. It was light, like a feather's touch. It sent an arc of pleasure through my body, and my nipples stiffened.

  Cassie made another possessive growl- playful yet real, and then began to lick my pussy with abandon. She ate at me as if she were trying to consume every drop of wetness from my pussy. I moaned again, louder this time, and she buried her tongue in me, sucking and lapping at my juices. I arched myself as high as I could, with one cheek resting on the floor.

  She could have me, She could do whatever she wanted with me, and I didn't care.

  Cassie carried me along several lows and highs, ever teasing and tormenting my clit with her pretty little mouth. No sooner than I would think that she was going to make me come then she would stop, and start tonguing my slit or my asshole with equal abandon.

  I knew that my musk and juices must be all over her face- but Cassie didn't care. All that mattered to her was devouring me.

  Was making me her bitch.

  Then, I felt her nuzzling and nosing her way up my back. Her breath tickled me, and I squirmed, but I instantly stopped when I felt her cock.

  Oh. I hadn't realized she had been allowed to wear it. Then, I remembered Master Damon's whispering to her.

  "Now, go to the corner so I can bathe Bella." He pointed at the large dog bed in the corner. "If I catch you on the bed again, without permission, or if you act in anyway different than a well-trained bitch, I will spank that pussy and crate you."

  Cassie slunk to her bed, whimpering and looking back at him as she did so. He waited, just a moment, and then walked over to her. He leaned over her and whispered something in her ear.

  I tried, but I couldn't hear a word of what he said.

  She let me feel the cock trace itself along my leg as she climbed up behind me. I whimpered, wishing she could see my eyes; wanting to beg her to be taken, to be fucked.

  Then, she was teasing me with it's tip.

  Master Damon only had the one cock, as only one of us was ever required to wear it at a time. It was a thick, textured thing that attached to the belt. It was so large that whenever I looked at it, it always amazed me.

  "I can take that monster?" It seemed like far too much for my petite body. Yet when Cassie fucked me with it, it was wonderful.

  The only thing better was Master Damon's actual cock.

  Of course, he had this one made for us. It was from one of those kits that allow you to make a copy of a penis and use it as a dildo. Therefore, the cock was exactly like Master Damon in every way- thick, and long.

  "It's just like me." He was holding the harness, and showing us how to wear it. "It's my cock. That's what you need to remember, puppies. When you are allowed to use it, it's me. It's me fucking you. It's me making your little pussies squirt all over the floor." He smiled.

  "Me."

  It was even black like him.

  Cassie mounted me, making certain that the head of the cock just teased the edge of my lips. A ghost of pleasure trickled through me as she teased me with it, and I moaned.

  More than anything, I wanted her to fuck me. More than anything, I wanted her to hold me down and make me howl for her like a good little bitch.

  Then, she began to push the cock inside me. It was like fire and light in my pussy. I was melting around her, trembling.

  Cassie bit my neck and I squealed.

  Then, she started to fuck me.

  I will never understand how Cassie so understands the rhythms of my body. She can mount me and fuck me with poetry, with passion and animalistic fury. She wields her cock with more grace than most men I had met.

  I whined louder as she plunged it deep into me, again and again. Eagerly, my body opened up for her, taking her thickness with ease. Cassie never needed to use lube when she fucked me; I was an absolute whore for her cock.

  She bit the back of my neck, hard. I was certain I would bruise, but I loved it.

  "What's happening here?" Master Damon was standing in the doorway, his shirt off. Although his tone was light, he was obviously quite serious.

  Cassie whimpered and started to dismount me. When she did, he saw the cock.

  "Cassie!" His disapproval washed over us both. "I told you you could wear the cock tonight, but I meant if you were a good girl." He got over to her in two strides, and grasped her by the hair. "This is not being a good girl."

  She whimpered, trying to cower before him, but he wouldn't release her hair.

  "You know, I hoped we could have a good weekend. But it seems like you are just bound and determined to test me tonight." He held his face inches from hers. "You stay right here, little bitch. Keep your cock in Bella. I'll be right back."

  He stepped back into the bathroom.

  It was probably less than a minute, but it seemed like it stretched into forever. We stayed right there, frozen, as Master Damon fetched whatever punishment he wanted from the restroom. I couldn't imagine what was going through Cassie's mind. On one hand, I was certain that she wanted to slink away to her cor
ner of the room, tail between her legs. I know that's what I would want, if I were in her position.

  On the other hand, then he would be really angry. He had said to stay put. If she disobeyed him, I had no doubt that he would spank her pussy and put her in the crate.

  When he came back, he had the leash, doubled up in his hand.

  "Let's see what a good job you can do fucking my little Belle, Cassie." He grinned- it was an evil thing. "Since you seem to want to fuck her so much that you can't properly wait for command, maybe you can show me what a good job you can do."

  Her eyes were wary, and focused on the leash. She whimpered, looking up at him as he walked behind her.

  "I'm not fucking around. Show me."

  I'll admit it, I wasn't as concerned about Cassie’s fate at that point. Master Damon had teased me in the bath, and I had just gotten the beginnings of a truly excellent fuck before he walked in. My body was trembling, was on fire. Whimpering softly, I pushed my ass backwards, silently begging her.

  Slowly, almost warily, she pushed the thickness of the toy into me.

  "That's not how you were doing it!" I heard the leash cut the air and then SLAP against her ass. She cried out with surprise.

  "Come on now, Cassie. Show me how you were doing it." I heard the cut again, and she yelped.

  Then, again, Cassie began fucking me.

  Again, it seems selfish of me, but I didn't care much about Cassie's stinging backside. My entire world was the sweet motion of her cock inside me. It was like thunder, like I was being awakened. The entire universe was made of nothing more than her constant, powerful thrusting. Within moments, it was a slick, wet slapping as my wetness ran down my thighs.

  I was almost constantly whimpering. I had needed this all day.

  As she fucked me, Master Damon struck her with the leash, again and again. I heard the sinister sound as it sliced the air, and her whimpering became whining became sobbing. I knew Master Damon didn't care, however. Cassie had been willful all week; it was about time he made her sore.

  Fuck. I was going to come soon.

  That was a mistake, I knew. Master Damon hadn't told me I could come. No matter who was fucking me at the time, I was his bitch. Only he could say when I came for him.

  As in all things, however, Master Damon knew best. I don't know if it was from the way my body moved, the smell of me in the air, or the way my whimpers became high and fever pitched, but he knew.

  "Stop."

  She did, and I whimpered, trying to push myself against the cock. Three more times I heard the leash cut the air, and Cassie cried out wordlessly.

  "I didn't want to have to beat you while we were here, Cassie. Now, everyone who you play with tomorrow will see that you had to be punished. Everyone will know you were a bad girl."

  She was quietly sobbing, but didn't say anything.

  "I assume you'd like to come to bed with me now, so you can be a good girl?"

  I couldn't see behind me, but I felt her dismount me. I could hear her whimpers of submission, and assumed that she was licking his face.

  "Alright." I could hear the smile in his voice. "Alright! Take off the cock, sweet thing, and let's get into bed."

  Fuck. I whined, looking at him.

  "Don't worry, little Belle, You're not in trouble. You know I'll take care of you."

  I climbed up onto the bed as Cassie took off the cock.

  As a well-trained bitch, I did not fondle myself- although I badly wanted to.

  ***

  Master Damon laid back on the bed like a reclining god. He certainly looked the part. His skin was dark as night, and he spent a lot of time making certain he looked good.

  Three hours a day in the gym will do a lot for a man.

  "Cassie, I need your pretty little mouth on my sack and asshole. This is your last punishment for the night- you will be used for my pleasure, but you may not come until tomorrow."

  She whimpered, but I knew that she truthfully didn't mind. As long as Master Damon was happy with her, she would please him all he wished.

  "Belle, I want you over here to my side." He patted the side of the bed. "Put that pretty tail up in the air, and give my cock your mouth."

  I'll admit that, hungry as I was to be fucked, I loved sucking Master Damon's cock. It was hard to get the entire thing in my mouth, but I loved the velvet feel of him against my tongue, and the taste of cinnamon and spice that was always on his skin. I knelt to his side, as a ninety-degree angle to his body, and lowered my mouth over his thick shaft.

  "Oh. That's a good little puppy."

  Moments after I started, I saw Cassie, enthusiastically tonguing his shaved balls. He moaned, running his hands through my hair as I started to devour him.

  Then, his hand snaked between my legs, and he found my clit.

  "You may come, little puppy, whenever you can. But don't stop servicing my cock until you swallow my come."

  I happily whimpered, and then moaned around his thick shaft. he pushed himself into my throat, taking me as deeply as he could. I didn't even tear up- Master Damon had been training us for some time, and I was accustomed to him fucking my throat.

  Then, Cassie started eating his asshole.

  "FUUUUCK." Master Damon drew the word out as she whimpered. "I love the way you eat my ass, Cassie. Show me what a good little puppy you can be. Show me how much you like your Master's ass."

  She moaned as she ate him. I couldn't tell if she was fondling herself- surely not.

  Surely she wouldn't dare.

  Regardless, Master Damon wouldn't know either way. I could tell from the tightness in his body, and the copious amount of pre-cum, that he was close.

  As was I.

  His fingers were soft, like an autumn rain. Still, he was persistent, and it seemed as if they danced against my body. My hips bucked against him, and I was moaning as he fucked my mouth.

  Then, I was coming.

  It was like filaments of flame, like tongues of pure pleasure snaking through my body. I was trembling, was laughing, was moaning around his thick cock.

  God damn. I was screaming.

  His fingers drove me up one mountain and then down again. I couldn't stop shaking, and could feel myself gush as I squirted. Water practically poured from my trembling pussy.

  "Fuck that's nice. Fuck, oh fuc-"

  He was coming as well. His entire body tensed, and he squeezed my hair with his hand. It hurt, but I didn't care, caught in the maelstrom of my orgasm.

  "Cassie. SHIT!"

  I heard her whimper as she ate him, pushing her tongue as far into his ass as she could. As she did, he began to fill my mouth.

  There are no words to truly describe what it's like to have a man come in your mouth. He is steel, covered in softness. It is a pump, a twitching muscle that is both hard and soft. His seed is both salty and the sweetest thing in the world.

  I loved swallowing his come.

  As his breathing returned to normal, I licked up all the come I had missed. Cassie crawled up onto the bed and helped me.

  He stroked our heads. We lay there like that for several moments, a contented Master and his adoring bitches.

  Then he sighed.

  "I'm going to have to give you both baths in the morning. I can't let you play with the other pets while you're all dirty like this.”

  I looked at Cassie. She was looking back at me, her blue eyes shining.

  This was going to be a wonderful weekend.

  ***

  Bred

  This was it.

  For the past three months, my training had been fairly intense. Mistress Sara had insisted on at least two hours of training a day, more when she could get it. Schedules being what they were, this was difficult, but we had made it work.

  Today was the payoff. I was a very lucky pony to have been chosen.

  We had come to the P.L.A.Y. conference to give a lecture and demonstration of some of the more erotic aspects of pony play. It is something that typically isn�
�t well understood- even among our own kind. This year Mistress Sara had decided to do something about that.

  Just now, we were waiting in the hallway to be introduced.

  Unlike the porny little cat-girls and furries, ponies have a history beyond the 20th century. There is a seriousness to what we do that goes far beyond dressing up in furs and fucking each other. Today, however, that wasn’t as much the focus. No one wanted to see a symposium on the different kinds of bits or the difference between a parade walk and a cant.

  No, the people in the next room were here for a breeding conference.

  There were less than fifteen people, but they had paid good money for the privilege.

  For all intents and purposes, today was about fucking each other.

  “Easy, boy.” Mistress Sara was sitting on my broad shoulders. She had my reins in one hand, and a riding crop in the other. She knew that I was nervous, and was ready to discipline me if I needed it.

  Then, I heard her cell phone buzz. She checked it, even though we both were certain that was the cue.

  Then, the door opened.

  “Steady, Marco.” She tapped my ass with the crop, and made clicks with her tongue and teeth. I blew, and then set into the room at a steady trot.

  I was so happy for my blinders in that moment. I was if I saw all the people looking at me, I would want to bolt. Lucky or no, this was nerve wracking.

  I was in my full get up, of course. I had on my hoof boots, and the pony mask that covered most of my face. My tail was firmly snug in my ass, and I wore the equine sheath over my cock.

  It really is my favorite piece of gear.

  Other than this, I was naked. Mistress Sara trotted me into the room, to where there was a tie-post set up in the corner. Once we were there, she eased herself off my back.

  "You're my good Marco, aren't you?" She scritched my back while she tied me up. "My good boy. Stay here, Marco. I'll be back."

  Not that I had a choice, once tied. I was a pony.

  Mistress Sara walked to the center of the room, where her implements were awaiting her. It took her a moment to get the mike on her lapel to come in, and for a moment, it whined across the loudspeakers.