The girl with the double-pussy was on her hands and knees now, with one of her Twin Masters lying under her and one standing behind her—both with their cocks buried to the hilt inside her. Turning my head, I managed to see that La’le’la was similarly impaled, though her new Master had chosen to lie on his back on the pedestal and let her ride him. She seemed quite comfortably seated with his shaft deep in her pussy, though by the faces he was making, I wasn’t sure how long her Master would be able to hold out. Apparently her specialsvengallapussy was already milking his cock, eager to get his seed to spurt.
At that moment, I knew exactly how she felt. I could feel my own inner muscles contracting as my body begged Sir to give me his cum. Ineededit—needed to feel him spurting inside me! And if I didn’t get it soon, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do.
“All right,” Mister Takalook said, nodding at last. “It is my judgment that all of the pets are taking their new Master’s cocks exceptionally well. Therefore, in order to be able to declare a winner, I must see some breeding. Whichever pet does the best at taking her Master’s shaft as he fucks her deeply and spurts his cum deep inside her pussy will be the winner. You may commence breeding…now!”
As he finished talking, I felt Sir withdraw almost all the way out of me and then slide back inside, thrusting hard so that the head of his cock gave the mouth of my womb a rough kiss.
I knew in order to win the Pet Show I had to hold still and let him fuck me. Proper Pet Behavior included the pet holding the right pose as her Master filled her with his cock. So I tried—I really did—to hold still. And at first, I succeeded.
I stayed on my hands and knees, my thighs spread wide and my bottom tilted up and back, giving Sir excellent access to my open, unprotected pussy as he fucked into me. I could feel my heavy breasts swaying with each deep thrust and every eye in the room was on me as he bred me. I held my head high, taking every inch of his thick, ridged cock deep in my pussy, being a good pet and showing proper form and poise.
But then, everything changed.
You see, what I hadn’t counted on, was the feelings I would have when Sir’s trousers came down a little further, freeing his heavy balls. The balls themselves were studded all over with short, stiff hairs which Sir had told me were called “pleasure spines,” and their whole purpose was to “sting” my exposed pussy and clit when they slapped against me.
And that’s exactly what happened on about his fourth or fifth thrust inside me.
“Oh!” I gasped involuntarily when I felt the sharp, pleasurable stinging sensation of the little pleasure spines spanking my pussy. My legs were spread wide, as was my pussy, exposing my inner folds as well as my throbbing clit. So when the little spines pricked me, they were stinging me on my most vulnerable and sensitive areas.
I felt my clit begin to swell and throb almost at once—it was intensely, almost shockingly pleasurable—much more akin to the feeling of a buzzing vibrator teasing my clit than an actual bee sting. And every time Sir pulled out of me and then thrust back in again, the sensation was repeated and multiplied as his heavy balls spanked my open pussy.
After that started I found I couldn’t hold still anymore. I moaned and arched my back, spreading my thighs even wider and backing to meet Sir’s thrusts.
“Oh!” I gasped. “Oh, Sir…please! Oh, yes—please fuck me! Fuck me harder—breed me deeper!”
The words seemed to pour from my throat—I just couldn’t help it! The increasing pleasure in my clit and the feeling of being fucked so deeply with such a huge cock was driving me out of my mind!
“Be still, little one,” Sir growled, gripping me by the hips to try and stop my bucking.
But Icouldn’tbe still. The pleasure was too much—too overwhelming! The intense clitoral stimulation while he was thrusting home inside me made it impossible.
“I…I’m sorry, Master!” I panted, trying and failing to keep from moving. “But it…it feels too good! I can’t…I think I’m going to come!”
Sir’s grip on my hips tightened.
“All right, little one,” he growled. “You’re being a very naughty girl, but I’ll let you come on my cock just this once. Comehardso I can feel you milking the seed out of me into your womb.”
“Yes, Sir!” I moaned submissively. “I’ll come hard for you—I promise!”
“Good, now take itdeep,” he growled. And then, with one final thrust, he seated his cock as deeply inside me as it would go. I felt the pointed head find the mouth of my womb and slip inside and, as the pleasure spines stung my clit one more time, I felt myself beginning to come.
It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had in my life. I could feel my inner muscles milking Sir’s cock, urging him to fill me with his seed. At the same time, I felt it spurting into me—hard, hot spurts of seed that found their way unerringly inside me, directly to where I was most vulnerable and needy.
Pleasure coursed through me like a succession of electrical bolts, lighting up my whole body and making me throw back my head and cry Sir’s name unashamedly. My nipples were so stiff they hurt and every muscle was tight as the seemingly endless orgasm pulsed through me.
“Sir!” I moaned. “Coming for you! Coming on your cock, just like you told me to! Fill me up! Breed me hard!”
“Gods, little one!” I heard him mutter breathlessly. “Your sweet little pussy is so damntight. It’s like you’re milking the cum right out of me.”
That was how it felt to me, too, but I never wanted the sensation to end. I gasped and moaned as Sir finished breeding me and filling me with his seed. And until he stopped spurting, the orgasm didn’t end.
At last, he finished and I felt the huge cock slowly withdrawing from my pussy. With a little moan, I felt myself collapse to my side on the pedestal. I knew I hadn’t done a very good job—I hadn’t been able to maintain Proper Pet Posture as my Master fucked and bred me—hadn’t even been able to keep quiet as he thrust in me over and over. But I couldn’t seem to care about any of that—I was so spent I felt like I might never be able to move again.
“Little one?” Sir sounded concerned. He came around to the head of the pedestal as he finished tucking his shaft away and fastening his trousers. “Are you all right?” he asked and I could hear the anxiety in his deep voice.
“Don’t know,” I whispered honestly. “Just so…tired.”
“Of course you are, my darling.” He gathered me into his arms and cuddled me close to his broad chest. “Of course you’re tired after you took my cock so beautifully.”