TENTACLE HENTAI

But his gaze softened at my obedience, and he let the leash slacken. He quickly surprised me again, however, when he opened the back rather than the front passenger door for me and motioned me inside. I did not question but hopped in, sitting comfortably in the plush back seat, looking up at him. “Fold your legs under and sit like a nice pet,” he said firmly, and watched as I did so. Next, he fastened my leash to the hook for hanging clothes above the window. As I followed his actions with my eyes, I knew it would be simple to unhook the leash, so this was clearly about psychological submission, not physical. “Lick me, girl,” he said with a smile, offering the back of his palm. I bent my head and licked. “Good girl. You love your Master, don’t you, honey?” He tousled my hair. “Now give me a kiss, girl,” he oozed in that voice reserved for the family pet, bringing his face close to mine. I pressed tentacle hentai a slightly opened mouth to his to kiss him. He pulled away sharply and brought his hand down to slap my thigh, hard. “Bad girl!” he bondage hentai snapped. “Don’t put that muzzle on my mouth!” I understood. I nodded, my thigh stinging and the trace of a handprint beginning to show. I put my hands between my knees and locked my elbows, then held my head up and stuck out my tongue. “Yes, pet,” he drawled, and offered his cheek. I lapped at it twice. He smiled and stroked my back. “That’s my good, good girl.” He backed out and closed the door.

And I was taken, entirely like the family dog, for a ride.

We headed quickly out of town and into the country. He opened my window halfway, and I fed his desire for my pet-like obedience by putting my head out and letting the breeze whip my ponytail behind me. He glanced in the rear-view mirror and grinned. “Who’s my good girl?” he cooed. I answered with a little yelp, which widened his smile further. This puppy knew how to please her Master. But I gave him an even bigger thrill when a red pick-up with a burly, bearded redneck drove up beside us. I smiled brightly at him and flashed a bit of tit, then, as he slowed to see more, I saw the dog in the back and barked at it. The dog seemed more puzzled than the man (who was apparently blinded by my all-natural 36D’s), but joined the barking game, and soon we were a wild duo. My delighted Master turned his head halfway around and, between laughs, yelled, “Down, girl! Stop that! Bad! Bad girl!” I kept it up, the big black lab pacing, wagging his tail, and yapping back at me. I tried to do the same, pulling against the leash to crawl agitatedly around the back seat, then returned to the window to yelp some more. As my enchanted Owner shook his head and chuckled, the pick-up put on speed and breezed past us—to get away from the “crazy woman,” no doubt.

Giddy with my own performance, I put my “paws” up and licked the hand that lay across the back of the passenger seat. Without turning, he stroked my hair. I could see his still-enormous grin through the rear-view mirror. “Such a devoted pet,” he murmured. “Let’s see if we can’t reward such a good little honey.” He flicked on the turn signal and we exited the main road and headed to Mona Park, a small recreational area and boat dock we’d driven past but never been to before. When we parked, he turned around and put my face in his hands. My lips parted of their own accord. “You’re gonna love this, baby,” he breathed hotly, an inch from my mouth. I wanted the kiss that hovered between us, badly, but he didn’t offer it. Before he could pull away, I licked his cheek. “Moist little beast, aren’t you?” he said, smirking. I could feel wetness begin to seep between my legs.

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The park was nearly deserted, and I was grateful for it as my dear Master opened the car door for me and escorted me out, still leashed and standing tall. I felt my cheeks redden and warm as my shirt-tails fluttered in a breeze that exposed and tingled my slick pussy. He watched my face, devouring my blush with pleasure, then glanced down. He brushed his fingers across the little shaved triangle above my labia, then swatted it playfully. He loved that little trimmed tuft. He slipped a finger quickly inside my clean-shaven folds, making me gasp, then he pulled it out and sucked on it. I watched his lips take in his finger, saw his cheeks draw in around it. He hummed in his throat, tasting my sweet spiciness. I moaned softly, my eyes drifting shut, waiting for more. He hentai tugged lightly on my leash, making me open and bring my eyes level with his; then he reached down again and plumbed my depths, grinding his fingers deep into me, stroking up across my clit with each of five deft plunges. I was deeply aroused and more than a little nervous, wondering if anyone was close enough to see us. But I held his gaze. I groaned as he stopped then brought his fingers to my lips, painting my pout with sticky sweetness. He watched himself work my mouth gently open. I adored the intensity of his gaze as he parted his lips along with mine. He was in control, but he was so hungry for me. The subtlety of the way power works in such a situation is more than magical; it is utterly intoxicating. “That’s right, baby,” he sighed, pressing warm juicy fingers onto my tongue. I knew not to suck. First of all, when he played this way I was to remain passive, let him tell me what to do and when. Second, I was his pet today. I didn’t want to break the spell. He slid his fingers back and forth over my tongue, enjoying my stillness.