Like a Bitch in Heat

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Thom walked into your bedroom early that morning and caught you masturbating, your pink dildo sliding leisurely in and out of your sultry, juicy cunt; legs spread wide as the prairie, while you watched some kind of tawdry porno on your phone. He came running to me, of course. I was not best pleased at being woken up in this fashion, but I wasn’t really surprised either.

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Grumbling a little, I pulled on my boxer shorts and hauled my corpus up out of bed. I fetched the bucket from the mud room, and hauled it down to your little cloister. Sure enough there you were, sprawled all over the bed, tits hanging out like a pair of ripe mangoes, and your cunt spread wide, your pink plastic toy buzzing busily, slurping and squelching away.

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I said your name, but you were too blissed-out to hear me. More disappointed than actually angry, I dumped the bucket of cold water over your head, shocking you out of your state of sexual rapture.
“Now get cleaned up”, I said. “and meet us in the kitchen.”
“Bitch is in heat,” I told Thom.

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I strapped you naked to the kitchen table, thumbs secured to D-rings imbedded in the table over your head, your big toes lashed to lines leading up to pulleys mounted in the ceiling, while Thom made bacon and eggs. I would spoon feed you oatmeal later on, if I remembered.
Breakfast was delicious, but your whining and whimpering started to get on my nerves. Eventually I realized that Thom had squirted hot sauce all over your cunt while I wasn’t looking. That would have earned him a sound spanking, but he snickered maliciously, so I used the belt. Once his buttocks were suitability striped red with pretty raised welts, I got a moist washcloth and gently cleaned off your sensitive lady parts. Your clit was still all pink and swollen, just the way I like it.

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Thom had a playdate that morning, a boy from school named Greg. I hadn’t met him before. He seemed nice enough, a computer science type, a little bit on the chunky side for my taste, but cute nonetheless. I don’t believe he’d ever seen a real live naked lady before: he seemed shyly fascinated. I let him play with your breasts and your pussy, sliding a pudgy finger up inside your slick cunt. He really started to get into it too, inserting two and then three fingers up your hole, until you got dangerously close to coming, and I made him stop. Then I had to slap your face and tits for a while to cool you off, until tears ran down your cheeks and you stifled throaty sobs. Your cunt told a different story though, drooling hungrily.

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Thom and Greg got down to their playdate. The kid was ridiculously hung, and shaved bare just like a porn star. Thom impressed me by taking the whole length of Greg’s cock down his throat, though he choked and gagged on it. I made sure you could see, because I know it turns you on immensely to watch boys fuck, even if you’re not the biggest fan of Thom in the world.

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I got pretty turned on watching Greg fuck Thom’s face with that grotesque oversized cock of his, and I know you did too. He shot off into Thom’s mouth, and the cutest little dribble of come leaked out the side of his impishly cherubic smile.

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Because I know he hates it, even as it feels amazing on his naked cock, I made Thom fuck you a little bit, before I allowed him to properly consummate his playdate. Greg and I watched hungrily as Thom’s dick slid in and out of your cunt, your labia grasping hungrily at it, your slippery juices smeared all over his erection, your hips lifting and straining to meet his every half-hearted thrust.

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After just a little bit of that, I had mercy and let him bang his little friend from school. When Thom pulled his hard, wet dick out, your pussy gaped ravenously, and you squirmed, tugging desperately against the bonds that held you, calling me a variety of foul and nasty names in a raspy undertone. I pretended not to hear.

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Thom rolled on a condom, and perfunctorily lubed up his friend. Greg took it like a champ while I alternately teased your nipples and clit with a mini vibrator and an ice cube. Every time you started to get the least bit close, I backed right off with both. After a little of this, I left you be and busied myself tidying up and doing dishes while the boys fucked.

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Thom and Greg were huffing and puffing like a pair of steam locomotives going up a steep grade, Thom’s cock pounding Greg’s asshole, making his balls shake and his big dick bounce and slap against his belly. You were whining and whimpering, begging to be allowed to come, in the most tawdry and clichéd terms ever: “Please sir, I beg of you, give me that cock of yours… I need to come so badly sir… I’ll do anything, I promise only please come fuck me…” It was annoying, so I stuffed a dirty sock in your mouth to shut you up for a while.

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Finally Thom got his rocks off, coming deep inside Greg’s tight asshole. The boys disentangled gently, almost tenderly, a pair of very sweaty and sticky x-rated cherubim. You finally managed to spit out the gym sock I’d crammed into your mouth, and in the process vomited up a good amount of your breakfast oatmeal. Thom found that hilarious and laughed and laughed, until I made him clean up the mess. The two of you stared daggers at each other, a barely contained fury that was exactly how I liked you both best.

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After we bade farewell to Greg, I ordered Thom upstairs for a shower. I spent a little more time teasing and tormenting you, because I enjoy it so much. I kissed your lips and pinched your nipples, biting down hard enough to draw blood, threatening to extract your nipple rings the hard way before licking your pussy very carefully and delicately, avoiding the one place I knew you needed most to be touched.

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When neither of us could stand it any longer, I bit your inner thigh hard, making you scream at the ceiling, and leaving a pretty bruise. Then using the cords lashed to your toes, I hauled your legs up into the air until your butt was lifted up off the table.

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There was a big sticky puddle underneath you. Your cunt was drooling copiously. You looked gorgeous, rawly sexual, a pornographic masterpiece. I might have left you like that for a while, made you beg and plead for it some more, but now my own need had become too great.

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With one saliva-wet finger, I probed your asshole. You were loose, slick, just as ready as I was.

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Without preamble, I jammed my cock up your tight little hole. You exhaled a throaty “Yessssss” as I penetrated you, stretching and filling you, making you complete. I wasn’t going to last long.

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I put my hand on your throat, pressing down on your windpipe, before I remembered that you had a playdate of your own planned for tomorrow; Maryann was supposed to come over and play, and I probably shouldn’t leave grotesque bruises all over your neck this time. I placed my hand over your mouth and nose. “You know the rules,” I said. “No air until I come. If that means I get off fucking your unconscious body, I’m fine with that. “ Your eyes met mine, unafraid.
I started moving inside you. Very slowly at first: I was primed to explode, but I wanted to hold on as long as I could. It wasn’t going to be very long. We were both way too excited. Your anus clenched around my shaft as I started to fuck in earnest. I could feel your body straining to meet mine.

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I inserted two fingers up your cunt. You were amazingly hot inside, incredibly wet, absolutely sopping. My fingertips found your g-spot and pressed hard, beckoning. I could feel my own fingers moving inside you, rubbing against my cock. You exploded, thrashing against your bonds, squirting all over me. This set me off, and with a yell I came, pumping semen deep inside your asshole. Your orgasm continued almost forever, wave after wave of pent-up frustration breaking loose, shattering through your body. I removed my hand from your face just before you lost consciousness, and we kissed for a long time, my spent and softening cock still captured in your ass, your cunt still twitching.

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That night I made Thom sleep in the doghouse. You jerked me off in bed, and I fell asleep like that, with your hand wrapped around my exhausted penis, a sticky puddle of semen smeared all over my tummy.
Late that night, or very early the next morning, we fucked again; plain old boring penis in vagina sex. It was uncomplicated, slow, sweet, and very very vanilla. And it was delicious.

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END

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