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Stella couldn’t decide whether to wear clothes with easy access or to wear clothes that Tino would have to nibble and tug to get off her. She settled for a bit of both. She wore a loose fitting summer dress that flounced around her body to mid thigh. It was a soft jersey print patterned in tiny mauve and melon flowers. If she moved just right, her braless breasts played peek-a-boo at the easy-access plunge of the front. She was sure Tino would have fun with that. Beneath it she wore French-cut knickers of ivory satin that she figured he could sink his teeth into.
When the doorbell rang, she gave her make-up and hair one last check in the hall mirror, willed the butterflies rampaging in her ribcage to settle and opened the door.
A Pet handler in an immaculate black suit offered her a business-like smile. ‘Are you Stella James?’ Once Tino caught sight of her, the man had to strong-arm him into standing quietly.
‘I am, yes.’
He handed her the official Pet Shop rucksack and his smile broadened. ‘Based on this big boy’s reaction, I thought you must be.’ Then he released Tino, who practically catapulted over the threshold, taking an immediate position on the floor at her feet. He wrapped both arms around her leg and commenced with a deliciously ticklish tongue bath over her right knee cap, working his way to the inside of her leg where the sensation was far more than just ticklish.
The man in the suit smiled down at him as Stella ran her fingers through his hair and placed a heavy hand on his head to temporarily slow the progress at least until the door was shut. ‘Yep. I’d say he’s definitely glad to see you.’ He looked down at his watch. ‘I’ll be back for him the same time Sunday evening.’ He gave her a stern glance. ‘This time try not to keep me waiting.’ Then he offered another smile, turned briskly on his heals and was gone.
By the time she managed to shut the door, Tino was already shoving at the hem of her dress, his hands moving up to cup her arse cheeks beneath the fabric. His enormous erection was fully visible through his trousers.
‘Tino. Tino! Behave.’ She couldn’t keep the smile out of her voice. ‘At least let me get you out of these clothes before you maul me.’ She joined him on the floor, but instead of sitting quietly while she undressed him as he had for Anne, he sprang. He pulled her into a rough and tumble across the floor of the lounge, biting and nipping and raking his fully clothed cock hard against her every time there was contact.
‘Tino. Tino! You’re a bad boy!’ Her voice was breathless, accentuated by the hammering of her heart threatening to jump out of her throat. Fear, hunger, loss of control, animal lust all jumbled together inside her, and so much more. ‘Tino, am I going to have to spank you first thing?’ The slight tremor in her voice was now clearly evident.
But before fear could dominate the cocktail of emotions, Tino pinned her splay-legged beneath him. Her dress had ridden up around her hips in the romp on the floor. Fully clothed, he insinuated his body so that the erection threatening the integrity of his fly rubbed shockingly against the satin gusset of her knickers. Then he began to rock and shift and rub against her, his barely restrained penis pressing the damp crotch of her panties into the deepening trough between her swelling labia. ‘Oh God, Tino. You’re so, so naughty,’ she managed to gasp before he took her mouth. His tongue ravaged hers and danced across her teeth and hard pallet, and her body found his rhythm very pleasing. She matched the rocking and shifting of his hips, intensifying the sensation by wrapping her legs around him and lifting to meet his thrusts as his enthusiasm grew.
‘Tino,’ she gasped, as his tongue forsook her mouth for the soft hollow of her throat, nipping the tender flesh just hard enough to make her suck in a harsh breath, which caused everything to tense. ‘I’ll have to punish you. You know that?’ Her words ended in a little shudder as he nuzzled aside the fabric to expose her left breast. It felt like it was mostly nipple as he took it into his mouth and suckled like he would draw the very heart of her up though it and into himself.
She was riding the edge, unable to concentrate on anything but the liquid heat between her legs. Tino was a Pet, she reminded herself. Her Pet, and it was way too soon to give over the reigns. But any thought of controlling her Pet was completely lost when he lifted himself onto his hands in a modified push-up position, which gave him more driving force against her grasping cunt. The shifting of his hips became a delicious battering. She could smell the seashore scent of her arousal, wet and demanding, and the smell of animal heat not masked by deodorant or soap radiated off him in an olfactory feast that made her hungry all over. Whatever was human in her took a holiday. She responded to his grunts and growls with growls and mewlings of her own.
Then all sound stopped, all breathing stopped. Only the hard friction of cloth raking against cloth broke the silence. Tino’s pupils dilated with desire, his gaze locked like a homing beacon on hers. His face was dark and drawn tight around the intensity of his need. The hard mechanics of animal desperation hammered them against each other, each grasping, each straining until joints popped and muscles ached.
Then Tino came. His face shattering into a grimace that could have been pleasure or pain, and the growl that burst from his lungs offered no evidence as to which. But the convulsing of his cock through his trousers told the true story, and it was a story that sent Stella growling and clawing into her own wild release. She pulled him down to her in a hard bear hug, her orgasm raging through her pelvic girdle and up over he belly with him still thrusting and trembling all over before collapsing on top of her, his face and arms sheened in the sharp sweat of animal heat.
‘Bad Tino,’ she managed to gasp before he covered her mouth in a playful rain of kisses. ‘You’re such…’ kiss, kiss, nip. ‘A naughty…’ Nip, kiss. ‘Pet…’ Kiss, kiss, lick. ‘You should have at least let me take your clothes off.’
As previously stated, Pets prefer to be naked. It is best to remove clothing as quickly as possible once your Pet arrives. The Pet will, naturally, be very excited to see you, and since your Pet is already aroused upon arrival, occasionally an overly stimulated Pet will break control and come in her or his clothing before the keeper is able to remove them. Though this doesn’t happen often, The Pet Shop has provided for such incidents, along with a Pet’s natural disregard for clothing and tendency toward untidiness. In the official Pet Shop rucksack, you will find a complete change of clothes in addition to those in which your Pet arrived.
Note: You should only need clothing for your Pet if you take her of him into public places and when you return him or her to the Pet Shop handler at the end of your Pet’s stay with you.
Suddenly Tino was the perfectly behaved Pet. He rolled off her and lay very still while she peeled off his damp shirt. The he lifted his arse so she could pull off his trousers, wet with the combined results of his ejaculation and the rub of her sopping cunt.’ The piquant musky scent of sex and sweat filled her nostrils and she was hungry for him all over again. As usual, his cock was till erect, sticky and shiny with his ejaculate, a situation that didn’t seem to bother him in the least. When he was completely naked, and even more exquisite than she remembered him to be, he held her gaze for a brief moment, then rolled over onto his hands and knees and presented his bottom to her, an act that made her pussy tense and caused a strange mix of emotion to fill her chest.
‘I suppose I do have to punish you, don’t I? After all no matter how nice the end result, you still broke the rules. She brought her hand down hard enough to sting on his left buttock. His cock surged. His anus clenched, and the smell of body heat and sex bloomed, filling her brain, making her ache with deep needs, ancestral needs, need that had been around long before humans walked the earth. She spanked him again and again until his arse cheeks each bore the blurred pink print of her hand, and his erection looked as though it would burst.
Suddenly she no longer cared about him taking off her clothes. She shoved the dress off over her head and yanked at her knickers. ‘I need you to fuck me, Tino. Be a good Pet and take care of me.’
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