CW: Group sex, references to "pet play breeding," exhibitionism, consensual D/s relationship.
(5416 words; would cost $270)

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After hugging you hello, so very tight, after you'd just about jumped into my arms, I hold you by your waist, smiling, and tell you to get dressed in that outfit I sent you the Pin of. "We're going out."

"I wondered why you sent that," you say with a playful smile. "I don't have that exact blouse."

"But I know you have close enough. Hurry now, and ready yourself for your plug." This time I have the playful smile.

You stop in your tracks and look at me with happy curiosity. "Ears and tail?" you ask with barely contained excitement.

It makes my heart sing that you've so enjoyed going to Veronica's as lil fox to be mated and bred, what, three times now? You're practically bouncing. "No, no not this time. Just the outfit and bring out the plug. I'd like to put it in before we go."

"What kind of party," you pull at me.

"A different kind." I shoo you on, "Now go, get dressed."

I get myself a drink as I wait for you, but you don't take long at all. Knowing exactly what to wear, and excited to do so, allows you to speed right through. You come out, and my breath catches. You look exquisite! Black circle skirt and petticoat poofing it out around your thighs, fitted black blouse, and belt dividing the two, with a cardigan over the top. And the best part, black lace-top ankle socks and Mary Janes. And of course, a pretty black bow on the side of your had above an ear. I have no idea how long I sit and stare at your beauty before you clear your throat and I notice you are dangling something between your fingers. "You didn't include any pics of underwear in what you sent me," you say, challenging.

I take the plug from you, noticing it's warmed already. "Exactly. Show me?" You smile and turn around, away from me, and reach back to lift up the froufoura to show me your bare ass. "Closer," I say, and you scootch back. I use my free hand to caress your soft, lovely rear, so beautiful. So squeezable, so fuckable.

"Over my lap," I say. You lay yourself face down over my lap, and the weight of you is

so comforting, so sensual. Using my free hand, I massage and knead your rear until I hear a moan from you. I separate your cheeks, and caress the cleft with the head of the plug. Preparing yourself, you also lubed yourself up and the head of the plug glistens with it as it slides up and down between your ass cheeks.

Finally, I tease your anus with the point of it, circle and push gently, circle again. You moan and squirm. I chuckle, and hold you firmly as I position the plug, and push gently, steadily . . . firmly. You gasp as I reach the widest part of the plug, and slow down, whispering soft words, but you've gotten very good at accepting plugs, toys, and cocks in your ass over the weeks, and with just a bit of moaning and wiggling, you take the plug and it slides right into place. The narrow and long flange fits between your cheeks perfectly, allowing you to wear it comfortably for even hours. The width of the neck of the plug is a little wider than you used to use, but it's perfect for readying your ass for play, and I believe we're thinking the same thing as I notice you looking at me over your shoulder with that excited smile.

I pull a tissue from the box on the side table and clean the excess lube off you, give your rear a lovingly firm slap, and help you up and straighten your skirt. "Okay, how does it feel?"

"Very nice," you mew.

"Good. Then, let's go. . . .

We walk up the drive past well-manicured hedges toward the house. Not as large as Veronica's manor, but certainly no less stately. I notice you looking as some of the cars parked in the circle drive. You look back at me with a raised eyebrow, and I understand you've recognize some of the cars. I nod, "Mm-hmm, different kind of party, but some of the same people." I see that relaxes you a bit. You had been a little anxious on the drive there, squirming in your seat, and not because of the plug.

I knock on the door and presently it's opened by Adam, drink in hand. The smell of food and the sound of music drift out with him. "Ah, you're here! Excellent." He looks at you, as if meeting you for the first time, but I know you recognize him as the owner of one of the "dogs" you mated with as lil fox a couple weeks earlier. I introduce you and he replies, "It's nice to finally meet you," and shakes your hand. "Please, come in." You pass me a curious look, I nod, and you smirk, understanding.

We walk through the foyer and into a sizeable sunken living room. There are around twenty other people or so, most dressed casually classy, drinking, noshing, chatting and laughing. I watch you as you look around and recognize a few people from the breeding parties, including Veronica, also known as Lady Ember, the owner of Winter. You pause, and I put my hand on your shoulder. "Let's go say hi to some people," and we walk together into the party.

It takes a little bit of time for you to acclimate, having only seen some of these people as lil fox, but it doesn't take long before the greetings from people as if meeting you for the first time help you compartmentalize the two different situations, and you begin to get comfortable and behave completely as though you too have only just met some of the guests.

After a while of chatting and sipping drinks, I take your cardigan off without interrupting you and then toss it onto a loveseat. I see you look after it, noting its tossed placement, and dismiss it. I caress your arm, shoulder, neck as we talk. As my fingers move into your hair, close to your scalp, you hesitate and stutter a little as you talk, which elicits a friendly laugh from the person we're talking to, but you regain composure and keep talking.

We continue to socialize as time passes. Eventually, we're in a conversation with a woman and two men, when the woman makes a comment about loving your outfit. You blush and thank her, and I say, "Isn't it delightful? You should see it with the bra. In fact, here," and I gesture to you to raise your arms. As I do so, I give you The Look, the one we both know says, "Things are about to happen, but only if you agree, and of course you can always refuse." You pause, considering, but for only a second before smiling and raising your arms with enthusiasm. I grin rather huge and pull your blouse up and off. Naturally, I fix your hair and brush a stray lock back into place. I toss the blouse onto an entirely different chair, and say, "Notice how the lace at the top of the bra compliments the lace on the socks?"

And as one, all three look down and back up, and express some form of being impressed. The woman says, "That's a stunning bra; I love the way it makes your breasts swell." You thank her, smiling, puffing your chest up and straightening your back, and all three virtually gasp.

"Please," I tell her, "feel free to feel." She smiles eagerly but softly as she moves up and caresses your breasts over your bra. You moan a little, but stay motionless. She smoothly caresses from your pale breasts to the black lace of the bra, around, back again. I watch your body react, your expression, evolve, and imagine the reaction it is having on you. She ends her exploration with a gentle scratching of her nails down the top swells of your breasts, and then we continue talking about what we had been discussing before the introduction of your breasts. I smile, watching your expression change, and I am certain you're a little confused, maybe frustrated. But shortly you are standing among the group in your bra as if that was the way you arrived.

It's not much longer when we're in a different configuring of people, laughing at some joke, when I say, "Oh, Sam, here did you want to give her breasts a feel? They're really amazing."

The woman from earlier, standing with a different subset next to us, says, "I vouch for that," and turns back to her group.

"Your breasts are gorgeous," he says to you, "thank you," he replies, and hands his drink to a companion.

"Here," I say, and move behind you, and you feel me unhook your bra and instantly you feel the shift in weight distribution. I pull the bra off, over your arms, and I see you note again how I toss it in yet another direction as your other garments. You glance around, and I'm sure you're noticing how everyone else is still dressed, broken up in a variety of groups, and while a couple people elsewhere pass looks and glances at you, you're not exactly the center of attention.

You're still looking around when you remember what was going on as Sam touches your chest, running his hands down your breasts, caressing around the swell and cupping them firmly in his large hands. You gasp a little, especially as he circles back around and

his palms move smoothly over your nipples back to the top of your chest.

He continues to attentively play with your breasts as the rest of us keep talking. While you're generally distracted and don't contribute as much to the conversation, there are moments your opinion is asked for and you're forced to come back and focus on the conversation.

Sam takes his drink back, and before you fully come back to the present, I offer your breasts to another of the men in our little group. He steps up, and you stand as he tends to use his hands to focus on one breast at a time, and then the other, while the rest of us, Sam included, keep the conversation going.

I wonder what you're thinking, feeling, standing topless, hands caressing you, gently kneading your breasts, playing with your nipples, impressive plug still inside your ass, solely the focus of this kind of attention in the room. You have a smile that changes between eager and needy, your hands opening and closing, chest rising and falling deeply, and I smile, proud.

I invite everyone in our little discussion group, men and women, to enjoy your breasts, as they wish. And they do. Sometimes individually, sometimes two of them at once. At some point someone uses their mouth -- I watch as your left nipple disappears into his mouth and your breast is sucked, while someone else's hands caress your right, and your eyes close and a low, needy moan escapes you. I smile so big, I can feel it take my whole face, as I keep talking while looking over at you sporadically.

Other people move in and out of our little group, different hands and mouths explore you. While still talking about something completely unrelated, I reach my hand under your skirt, the petticoats, and caress up your thigh to your pussy, and I feel that you are so wet, my fingers slide between your labia with ease. You gasp and open your eyes, looking around as if waking, and see that it's my hand. I smile at you, very pleased, and you smile back. You "Mmmm," and seem to fade back out into the attention of others.

One of the men, in a stylish vest and bow tie, makes a comment about how sexy you are moaning like that, and I tell him it's all in the long strokes along the clit, tease the cunny, long strokes. I say this as I continue to use my hand on you, standing as still as

you can, my hand making you moan while the hands and mouths of three other people play with your breasts, shoulders, and neck. "Here," I say, give it a try. I pull my hand out from under your skirt, and your eyes open halfway. You look at me, but I can't tell if you're trying to tell me anything, your expression is of having fallen into the flood of sensation.

The other man takes my place and his hand disappears under your skirt, and after a second, I watch you gasp. Your mouth falls open a bit, your eyes open more, and you look at me as you hold your breath. I see his shoulder move rhythmically, and your body move gently in the same rhythm. You close your eyes again, wavering in sync with the man's arm. I watch as your breasts are caressed and sucked, and you have started to drift far away.

"If we're not careful, she might fall asleep. Let's give her something to do," I say. I see you open your eyes again, look at me suspiciously. "Greg, why don't you feed her your cock?"

A man who was watching the scene from the side nods and says, "Oh, certainly," and steps in front of you, unzipping his slacks without unbuckling.

Your eyes are fully open now, looking intently at Greg's hands, and I gently tell you, "On your knees, love." And you do so, naked from the waist up, aside from your bow, skirt poofed out, and socks and shoes below. I caress your hair as Greg pulls his half-hard cock out and presents it to you. Your eyes never leave it as you reach up with one hand to hold the base as you start with giving the reddening head some kisses. Then some licks. And finally you take the growing head into your mouth and suck on it gently as his penis hardens into a firm and good sized cock. I continue to caress your hair as you start to give Greg an enthusiastic blowjob.

The conversation continues around you, unrelated to the activity. Like any cocktail party, there is a variety of conversations that rise and fall, laughter is heard, people move about -- and you remain on your knees, providing entertainment some people watch . . . but as if it were just another conversation among many, people move about it as if it were no more or less of interest than anything else going on. Although, I do notice appreciating

looks, gestures, and comments from most people who pause to watch.

Especially appreciative at that moment is Greg, as you feel his cock harden more and his balls tighten, and an instant later you feel his hot come hit the back of your throat and you swallow as quickly as you can, letting only a little bit spill from your mouth and fall onto your breasts, warm, running slowly down your skin, cooling quickly. You keep swallowing until he stops pulsing, and he pulls away, leaving your mouth open and empty. You look up at me and I smile very pleased, my hand still on your head.

Almost immediately, another set of slacks and belt move in front of you, and a different cock bounces for attention. This one a little thicker, a little shorter, a little paler. You take it into your mouth, looking up at me for a second, until you get back to work and focus on pleasing this new cock. Sucking and licking, coaxing come from this one too.

And some minutes later, you are rewarded again with an explosion of salty thick come. This time, a bit more than you expected and more run down your chin and neck to your chest, glistening.

When this one moves away, two more take its place and you instinctively take one in each hand. You barely look up, keeping your intense focus on the two beautiful cocks needing your attention. You move back and forth between them, doing your best.

At some point you are bobbing your head on one of them, and I watch as a third man has come up beside you, stroking his cock. You don't notice as he quietly shutters and empties his balls on your shoulder and breast. I watch, proud as you don't react, as if it was just a matter of course, that you were to be a come receptacle as you focus on your job. And when one of the two comes down your throat and you move to focus on the other again, it's replaced by yet another man needing your service,

You barely start sucking the soft head of that one when I say, "Here, Cary, I know you in particular would love her pussy."

"Ah, yeah, you talk it up so much, I can't wait," he laughs.

Interrupting your work, I guide you by your shoulders to your hands and knees. You

look at me as you bend over, your mouth still half open as if it will never fully close again, your lips puffy and red, your chin glistening with come and drool. I give you a look that expresses all the pride and adoration I feel for you, and you smile back, readying yourself, hands and knees. . . .

I pull up the back fluffs of your skirt and I'm sure you feel the cooler air on your bare ass. The chrome of the plug nestled between your cheeks like a piece of jewelry shining as a perfect little accent nestled between the soft curves of your rear. "Here you are good sir, enjoy," I say and Cary is on his knees behind you. I watch you, your perfect breasts hanging so beautifully below your chest, your expression of anticipation, your black hair bow accenting your beautiful skin and colorful hair. I watch your expression change as Cary slides his cock inside you, holding you by your waist. And like that, you're being fucked in the middle of the party that, in every other way, is perfectly mundane and ordinary. Your body is rocked back and forth, little grunts pushed out of you, as you are fucked well in a cunny I know is made even more tight by the bulge of the plug inside you. I smile so happily as I watch you being enjoyed.

After a short while, Cary starts slamming into you harder, harder, and your grunts come from your deep within you, your eyes wide open, and I watch Cary come inside you, knowing each thrust corresponds to a pulse of come deep inside you. He continues to thrust in slower, longer movements, his hands on you lighten their grip, until he pulls away. He expresses sincere compliments, leaving you panting on your hands and knees, skirt bunched around your waist and come from both him and you running slowly out your lips and down your thighs.

I put my hand in your head and you look for a second like you're just waking up, and look up at me with what I could best describe as a very stoned expression. I tell you, “Come along, lil toy,” I chuckle, and you give me an amused squint, “you have someone over here to service,” and I walk past you toward one of the couches where a man and woman are sitting, chatting with someone standing next to them. You crawl behind me, following, and I'm sure you can feel the come running out of you as you do so.

"Here," I say, "turn and give your ass."

The couple break off conversation, and she says, "Oh is this her? She's so pretty! Mark, fill that cute ass of hers!" You turn around to face away from them, and I see you looking out at the party going on about you. Your expression is somewhat dazed as I can see part of you is still intrigued and fascinated with the situation, the environment, but the rest of you is focused on your next task, on being a good fuckdoll. As if remembering that suddenly, you smile up at me and wiggle your perfectly adorable ass, still accentuated with the plug. I take hold of the base of the plug, giving you time to prepare for what’s next, and I see your body relax as you make yourself ready, and I pull on it gently. The widest part stretches your anus and I love watching your body form itself around the toy, changing as the toy comes out. And as it fully exits, I'm happy to see your hole with just a bit of gap to it, nicely prepared and relaxed into readiness to be used.

I put the plug in an empty candy dish on a table, and watch as the woman leans over and caresses your ass, spreading your cheeks. I pull the small bottle of lube from my blazer pocket and pour a drizzle on your anus, wondering what that must feel like to you. Suddenly empty, but feeling the preparation of being filled again. And indeed, her partner has released his cock and is kneeling behind you, smearing the lube around your ready ass with the head of his member. With her holding you ready, he slides his long cock slowly, very steadily, into your ass, pausing halfway, then continuing until he's entirely inside you. You are breathing quick and shallow and I caress the small of your back, gently, soothingly, and watch as you calm and slow your breathing. Your back relaxes, and he starts to move himself inside you. Slowly fucking you with long, smooth strokes. She continues to caress your ass and says things like, "It's been a while since you've taken an ass as lovely as this one, hasn't it? Look how she backs up into you!"

He responds with comments like, "She definitely feels wonderful! I love how deep inside her I can go -- can't usually get this deep with a pussy."

"Are you going to come inside her, sweetie?"

"Mm, shortly, yeah, her ass is virtually sucking me . . . you want me to put my come in her? Deep inside her tummy?" I notice you whimper needfully at that.

"Oh please, darling, fill her!"

I stand by watching as you are used, your mouth and eyes wide, moaning from your throat, your cheeks, neck, chest flushed red. And you must be able to feel what's coming because your eyebrows raise and your hands clench and breathing pauses while I look and watch Mark grip your waist harder and thrust as deep as he can, which is considerable, and holds your body still on his cock. I can see his balls and perineum pulse and I know he's coming hard and filling your body with his come.

He holds and pumps his come into you for what seems like a full minute with your eyes wide and breath stopped, until finally he says, "Wow, that was amazing," but he keeps himself inside you, leaving you impaled on his cock, your breath coming back halting and slowly.

His wife reaches back between his legs with one hand and massages his balls, saying, "Give her every drop, darling. She earned it." She leaves a gentle hand on your ass, giving you a soft caress.

When it's time, I say, "Lean low, love," and guide you to lower the top of your body onto your elbows so your ass is high, and he slowly pulls his long shaft from your rear, the head virtually popping out of you. A small stream of come runs out of your still open anus as it very slowly tries to close, but doesn’t quite. His wife is quick to it and licks the escaping pearly come up from your lips to your anus, making sure to catch all that came out. Your eyes are closed and you shiver in pleasure at the sensation of her soft mouth cleaning you. She sits up and wipes her mouth delicately on a cocktail napkin.

Mark says, "Waste not. . . ." as he puts himself away, and Jenni and I both groan at the lame quip, then all of us laugh, yours a very sleepy chuckle.

I stroke your hair, careful to avoid the bow that is miraculously still in place, and you look up at me. You move your mouth silently, working to make the words come, then finally you get out, "I . . . just about did feel it in my tummy," and giggle. And I marvel at you, topless on your elbows and knees, just-fucked ass in the air and come still glistening on your pussy, hair beautiful and messy, and skirt around your waist, crenelation unceremoniously bunched. You giggling.

I lean down to meet your face nearly on the rug and kiss you, your still puffy lips, your

mouth tasting like come -- I kiss you long and slow with all the love and adoration I feel. Then pull back and admire you again. “You are going to get the biggest treat! The longest cuddles in bed tonight.”

You wiggle your ass, happy, “Promise? I’m thinking cuddles all tomorrow, too. And breakfast in bed, and. . . .”

I laugh, “Yes to everything! You’ll be my goddess in the morning, and I will serve you and cuddle and bathe you and feed you!” I caress your face and kiss your cheek. Your face is warm and flushed. “But the party’s yet not over,” I wink. “You still have some serving to do.” I look back at the couch to see the scene set, then back at you. I help you stand and your skirt tries to fall back into place. “Here, back up to the couch, that’s it. Open, good, and now sit . . . right, you know!”

And you, holding your skirt up, slowly lower yourself on the wood-hard cock of someone you didn’t see, sitting on the couch. You moan and your eyebrows furrow as you take this cock into your ass until you are fully lowered on his lap, facing away, his legs out between yours.

You open your eyes and look at me, sleepy, lethargic, as you grind your rear on his lap, and I wonder what that must feel like, the long cock inside you. His hands reach from around you, caressing your breasts. I urge you to lean back, your back against his chest, and you start bouncing. I watch the base of his cock move in and out of your body, his balls move with the rocking. Your cunny, empty at the moment, glistening and wet, literally dripping with your arousal and need.

I kneel down in front of you, between both your and his legs, and I whisper, “A sample of how I worship you, my love,” and I service your pussy with my mouth, open and so very warm, while your ass is full and being used. I use my lips and my tongue on you until you are nearly coming, and I stop, just as your thighs start to vibrate, and you fix me with a sad and disappointed look.

I just smile, wiping my face, and stand. Then look around and see who I’m looking for just feet away. “Ah, there you are. Here she is, I have her ready for you.”

One of the men from earlier who doted on your breasts, thanks me and undresses in

front of you, his cock already bouncing, a stunning black cock ring tight around the base of his balls making them oddly stately and classy. You and the man inside your ass stop moving a moment while the new man with a close and very tidy salt-and-pepper beard, positions himself between your legs, strokes your open cunny with his very hard cock, and puts the head of the shaft just inside your inner lips. I see you looking up at him, your small body in between these two large, hard, muscular men, your eyes locked on his, knowing what comes next. And you gasp audibly as he pushes himself inside you. I imagine how tight it must be, your ass already filled. The man on top slides inside you entirely until his balls push against you and the tight balls of the other man.

Your head lolls and rolls on your neck as your body must be working to accommodate the sensations as well as the physical reality of being penetrated by two large cocks at once. But as the man in your cunny pulls out, nearly entirely, your attention snaps back and you actually whimper at the pulling out, nearly growl at the moment his head almost leaves you. Everything else, the room, the people, myself, have essentially ceased to be for you as you are entirely focused on that cock and the man it belongs to -- and having it back inside you.

Fortunately, he acquiesces as thrusts back inside you entirely and you shudder and tighten with pleasure. And the fucking of you begins as you are pinned and held by the man in your ass while the man on top rhythmically takes your pussy. I watch, in awe and wonder at you, lost between them, a perfect and beautiful fucktoy, listening to the incredibly wonderful and sexy sounds of your wet pussy being fucked hard and steady. I watch as you lean fully back against the man in your ass, releasing yourself to just be on him, and your legs rise up and open, flopping in the air as your body is used.

I move so that all I can see are your legs coming out from between two men, splashes of black skirt escaping here and there. You are lost in the bodies, as I know your mind is lost to the pleasure. And I nearly fade out in ecstasy myself as I watch as at some point the man on top has emptied himself inside you, has moved away, and without a pause another has taken his place and your pussy is again being used to pleasure.

And another.

Your body pinned, mated by the ass by one man, open to being used and filled by several men of different color and size, all leaving their come inside your pussy, flowing down along with your own come in rivulets, down your cheeks and over your bottom man’s balls, coating from your thighs to that perfect mound of yours above your mons. Dripping in a pool on the wood floor below you.

Until finally, almost by providence, the last man to be serviced by your pussy and the man filling your ass, come nearly simultaneously, and your body flops and rolls like a ragdoll in complete exhaustion, release, and used relaxation, once more tenses and shudders as you feel yourself filled to bursting at once. And once the waves of your pleasure subside, you have collapsed again, and I believe even in that last through of pleasure your mind never did surface above the depths of exhausted ecstasy you now drift in.

And so when the man you are lying on gently rolls you over onto the couch, I ease you into a soft curled ball on the leather. Your eyes are barely open, your face is flushed, your breathing so deep I wonder if you’re not deep asleep. But you look around, slowly, as in a daze.

Stephanie and Philip, two of the host’s own, quietly come over with a blanket and warmed, soft towels. With their help, I very slowly, lovingly, truly adoringly, clean you as well as I can, lifting your limp arms, your deadweight legs. Holding your head as I have you drink water, and dress you again.

Eventually we stand you up and you immediately fall into me, your face in my chest, my arms wrap around you. I give my thanks to our host who returns them sincerely, and lead you, still dripping and somewhat disheveled, to the car. The blanket wrapped around you, a water bottle clutched in your sleepy fists, and I drive you back to the house where I will hold you as tight and securely as ever I’m capable, until eventually you awake as from a coma, to be worshiped by me.