Waiting To See If My Puppy Has Earned What She’s Begging For

Picture this:

You’re on your knees in front of me before I leave for work, still aching from the night before. I grab your hair, tilt your head back, and say,

“You know what I expect, don’t you? Get on the bed. Spread those thighs. Master needs to leave his mark.”

And I do.

No teasing, no slow build — just my cock slamming into your soaked little hole, stretching you wide and deep, making you whimper and gasp as I take what’s mine.

I fuck you hard, fingers digging into your hips, using you like the perfect cum-dump you are, moaning low in your ear:

“You want to be full all day? You want to feel my cum dripping out of you while you’re at the store, on the bus, with your friends? Then take it. Take every drop like my good little slut.”

And when I finally cum — thick, deep, hot inside you — I don’t pull out.

I just stay there, pressed deep, feeling your pussy flutter around me as it tries to keep every last drop.

Then I kiss your forehead, pull out slowly, and watch it all start to spill down your thighs.

Just like you asked. Just like you need.

Now tell me, baby — do you want Master to make you clean it up with your tongue, or leave you dripping all day, panties ruined, brain fogged with lust?

Your choice… but either way, you’re not going anywhere without my cum inside you.

In the quiet of the night, I creep into your house, my heart pounding with anticipation. The thrill of the forbidden only heightens my desire for you, my slutty girl. I've been watching you for weeks, your every move, every breath, every sigh. I've memorized your routines, your likes, your dislikes. And tonight, I'm going to make you mine.

I find you in your bedroom, asleep and vulnerable. I approach you silently, my eyes never leaving your beautiful, slumbering form. I tie your wrists and ankles to the bedposts, ensuring you're completely at my mercy. Your eyes flutter open, confusion giving way to fear, then to arousal as you recognize me.

"You've been a bad girl, haven't you?" I whisper, my voice husky with desire. "You've been teasing me, making me want you. Now, it's time for you to pay the price."

I straddle you, my weight pinning you down. I can feel your heart racing, your breath hitching. I lean down, my lips brushing against your ear. "You're mine now," I growl. "And I'm going to make you come, over and over again."

I start with your neck, my lips and tongue exploring the soft, sensitive skin. I move down, my hands roaming over your body, feeling your curves, your softness. I cup your breasts, my thumbs teasing your nipples until they're hard and aching.

"Please," you beg, your voice a whimper. "Please, master."

I smile, my fingers moving down, finding your wetness. I slip a finger inside you, feeling you clench around me. I add another finger, then another, stretching you, preparing you. I can feel your arousal, your need.

"You're so fucking wet," I murmur, my voice filled with hunger. "You want this, don't you? You want me to fuck you."

"Yes," you gasp, your hips bucking against my hand. "Yes, please."

I withdraw my fingers, making you whimper with need. I position myself between your legs, my dick hard and throbbing. I tease your entrance, feeling you squirm beneath me. And then, with one hard thrust, I'm inside you.

You cry out, your body arching off the bed. I start to move, my thrusts slow and deep. I can feel you clenching around me, your body begging for release. I lean down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. Our tongues dance, our breaths mingling.

I increase my pace, my thrusts becoming harder, faster. I can feel your orgasm building, your body tensing beneath me. I reach between us, my fingers finding your clit. I start to rub, my movements matching the rhythm of my thrusts.

"Come for me," I demand, my voice a growl. "Come for me, now."

You scream, your body shattering beneath me. I can feel you clenching around me, your orgasm milking my dick. But I'm not done yet. I pull out, flipping you over onto your stomach. I tie your hands to the headboard, ensuring you're completely helpless.

I enter you again, my thrusts hard and deep. I can feel your wetness coating my dick, your body trembling beneath me. I reach around, my fingers finding your clit again. I start to rub, my movements matching the rhythm of my thrusts.

"Again," I demand, my voice filled with lust. "Come for me, again."

And you do, your body shattering beneath me. I can feel your orgasm, your wetness coating my dick. I can feel my own orgasm building, my body tensing. And then, with one final thrust, I come, my orgasm filling you.

I collapse on top of you, our bodies slick with sweat. I untie your wrists, my fingers brushing against your skin. I can feel your heart racing, your breath hitching. I lean down, my lips brushing against your ear.

"You're mine now," I whisper, my voice filled with satisfaction. "And I'm never letting you go."

And with that, I roll off you, pulling you into my arms. I can feel your body relaxing, your breaths evening out. I can feel your heart, beating in sync with mine. And as we lay there, entwined in each other's arms, I know that I've found my perfect slut. And I'm never letting her go.

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I grip your hair tightly, my fingers tangled in your silky locks as I pull your head back, exposing your delicate neck. "You're mine," I growl, my voice husky with desire. "My dirty little whore."

Your breath hitches as I trail my fingers down your spine, tracing the curve of your back until I reach the soft swell of your ass. I give it a hard smack, the sound echoing in the dimly lit room. You gasp, your body trembling with anticipation.

"On your knees," I command, my voice firm. You obey without hesitation, your eyes never leaving mine as you lower yourself to the ground. Your fingers fumble with the buckle of my belt, your hands shaking with need.

I chuckle, my eyes dark with lust. "Eager, are we?" I tease, my fingers tracing the outline of your lips. "Open your mouth."

You comply, your lips parting to reveal your pink tongue. I slide my fingers into your mouth, my cock twitching as you suck on them, your eyes never leaving mine.

"Good whore," I praise, my voice low. I pull my fingers out of your mouth, replacing them with my hard cock. You moan as I thrust into your mouth, my hands gripping your hair tightly.

I fuck your mouth roughly, my hips moving in a punishing rhythm as I use you for my pleasure. You gag around my cock, tears streaming down your face as you struggle to take me.

"Look at you," I sneer, my voice filled with disgust. "You're nothing but a dirty little slut, aren't you?"

You nod, your eyes pleading with me to continue. I pull out of your mouth, my cock glistening with your saliva. "Get up," I command, my voice harsh.

You scramble to your feet, your body trembling with need. I push you onto the bed, my hands roaming over your body as I explore every inch of you.

I pinch your nipples, twisting them cruelly as you moan beneath me. I trail my fingers down your stomach, my hand dipping between your legs to find your pussy soaking wet.

"You're dripping for me, aren't you?" I taunt, my fingers teasing your clit. "You want me to fill you up with my cum, don't you?"

You nod, your body trembling with need. I thrust into you roughly, my cock filling you up completely. You scream as I fuck you, my hips slamming into you with a punishing rhythm.

I grab your hips, my fingers digging into your skin as I fuck you harder. Your body arches beneath me, your back bowing as you cry out in pleasure.

"You're mine," I growl, my voice filled with possessiveness. "My breeding cow, always full of my cum."

I thrust into you one final time, my cock spasming as I fill you up with my cum. You moan, your body shaking as you come apart beneath me.

I pull out of you, my cock still hard as I admire my handiwork. You lay there, your body covered in sweat and cum, a satisfied smile on your face.

"Good girl," I praise, my voice filled with satisfaction. "You're a natural."

I grab your hand, pulling you up to your feet. "Now, let's go show everyone what a good little whore you are."

You follow me, your body still trembling with pleasure as we make our way through the crowded room. Heads turn as we pass, eyes filled with lust as they take in your disheveled appearance.

I push you onto the table, my hands roaming over your body as I present you to the crowd. "Who wants to fuck this dirty little whore?" I ask, my voice loud and clear.

Hands reach out, grabbing at your body as men surround you, eager to take their turn with you. I step back, watching as they use you for their pleasure.

"You're mine," I remind you, my voice filled with possessiveness. "My dirty little whore, always ready for me."

You nod, your body trembling with pleasure as they take you. I watch, my cock hardening as I see you used and abused by these men.

"You're a natural," I praise, my voice filled with pride. "My famous dirty whore."

You're lying on your stomach, basking in the warmth of the sun as it kisses your sunkissed skin. The beach is bustling with activity, but all you can focus on is the gentle lapping of the waves against the shore. Your mind is wandering, your body is tingling, and you can't help but feel a sense of anticipation building inside of you.

As if on cue, you feel a presence behind you. You glance over your shoulder and see a group of men, their eyes filled with desire as they take in the sight of your naked body. You bit your lower lip, a small smile playing on your lips as you realize what's about to happen.

"Fuck, you look good enough to eat," one of them says, his voice low and husky.

You moan softly as you feel his fingers tracing a path up your thigh, teasing you as they get closer and closer to your needy pussy. You spread your legs wider, inviting him in, and he doesn't hesitate. He plunges his fingers deep inside of you, and you cry out in pleasure as he begins to fuck you with them.

"Oh, fuck, yes," you gasp, your body writhing beneath him as he brings you closer and closer to the edge.

But he's not alone. Another man steps forward, his dick hard and ready. He grabs your tits, squeezing them roughly as he smacks them around. You cry out, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"You like that, don't you?" he growls, increasing the pace as he continues to spank your tits.

You can only nod, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps as you feel yourself on the brink of orgasm.

But just as you're about to tip over the edge, they flip you over. You're now on your back, your legs spread wide as they take turns fucking you. You're lost in a haze of pleasure, your body moving in time with theirs as they fill you up over and over again.

And then you see it - a camera. Someone's filming you, capturing every moment of your public debauchery. The thought of it sends you over the edge, your orgasm ripping through you like a tidal wave. You scream out, your body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you.

The men don't stop, they keep going, one after the other, until they all come, filling you up with their hot, sticky cum. You're panting, your body covered in a sheen of sweat as they all step back, spent.

You look up at the camera, a wicked smile on your lips.

"I hope you got a good show," you say, your voice dripping with satisfaction.

The camera pans out, capturing the group of men, all of them still hard, still ready.

"Oh, we did," a voice off-camera says, a hint of a challenge in his tone.

You laugh, your body still humming with pleasure.

"Well then, let's give them another show," you say, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

And with that, you spread your legs wide, inviting them back in.

Because when it comes to pleasure, you're always ready for more.

I’ll stand over you, one hand in your hair, the other trailing down your throat to remind you who owns every inch of this perfect, begging body.

I won’t be gentle. Not when you’re presenting yourself like the obedient little offering you are.

You don’t just want me to do my thing.

You want to be undone by it.

Used, worshiped, ruined—and rebuilt as mine.

And that’s exactly what you’ll get.

Gravity got you there.

Now I’ll keep you there.

Gravity did her thing. Now I just need you to do yours.

"You've been a good girl, haven't you?" I say, looking you up and down as you stand naked in front of me. My friends are due to arrive any minute now, and I can't wait for them to see what a perfect little breeding cow you've become.

"Yes, master," you reply, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. I can see the wetness glistening between your legs, and I know you're ready for this.

The doorbell rings, and I call out for my friends to come in. They file into the living room, their eyes widening as they take in the sight of you, standing there on display like a piece of meat.

"Gentlemen, I'd like you to meet my new prize cow," I say, a proud smile on my face. "Feel free to inspect her holes and udders, and even milk her if you like. She's here for your enjoyment."

My friends waste no time in taking me up on my offer. They circle around you, poking and prodding at your body like you're a science experiment. One of them reaches out and pinches your nipple, eliciting a gasp from you. Another runs his hand up your thigh, stopping just short of your pussy.

I watch as they take turns milking you, your udders swelling and deflating with each pull. Your face is flushed with pleasure, your breath coming in short, sharp bursts.

"Enough," I say finally, my voice thick with desire. "It's time for the real fun to begin."

My friends waste no time in stripping off their clothes, their hard cocks springing free. They move towards you, surrounding you on all sides.

"You're ours now," one of them says, his hand wrapped around his dick. "We're going to fuck every one of your holes until you can't take it anymore."

You nod, your eyes wide with fear and excitement. I can see the wetness dripping down your legs, and I know you're ready for this.

They take turns fucking you, their cocks sliding in and out of your holes with ease. You moan and gasp with each thrust, your body trembling with pleasure.

I watch as they take turns filling you up, their cum dripping out of your holes and onto the floor. You're a mess of sweat and cum, your body glistening in the light.

Finally, they're spent. They pull out of you, their cocks glistening with your juices.

"You've been a good breeding cow," I say, running my hand over your sweaty forehead. "But now it's time for you to rest."

You nod, your body spent. I help you to the couch, wrapping a blanket around your trembling frame.

"Thank you, master," you whisper, your eyes fluttering closed.

I smile, watching as you drift off to sleep. My friends gather around me, clapping me on the back and congratulating me on my prize cow.

"She's a keeper," one of them says, his eyes lingering on your sleeping form.

I nod, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction wash over me. You're mine, and I'll never let you go.

You're on your knees, naked and vulnerable, your hands bound behind your back with rough rope that digs into your skin. Your eyes are downcast, your long lashes brushing your cheeks as you await my next command. I can see the flush of arousal spreading across your chest, your nipples hardening into tight peaks. Your breath comes in shallow gasps, your breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath.

"You look so fucking hot like that," I growl, my voice heavy with desire. "Such a pathetic little slut, begging for my cock."

You whimper, your pussy growing wetter at my words. You're soaked, your arousal coating your thighs and dripping down your legs. I can smell your musky scent, and it's driving me wild.

"Please," you beg, your voice trembling. "Please, Master, fuck me. I need your cock inside me."

I chuckle, my dick throbbing in my pants. "Begging won't get you anywhere, whore. You need to earn my cock. You need to prove to me that you're worthy of it."

I step closer to you, my boots scraping against the floor. I reach down and tangle my fingers in your hair, pulling your head back so that you're looking up at me. I can see the desperation in your eyes, the need for release.

"Open your mouth," I command.

You obey without hesitation, your lips parting to reveal your pink tongue. I slide my dick between your lips, feeling the warmth of your mouth envelop me. You start to suck, your tongue swirling around my shaft as you take me deeper into your throat.

"That's it, whore. Suck my dick like the good little slut you are."

I fuck your mouth, my hips pistoning as I thrust in and out of your throat. You gag and choke, tears streaming down your face, but you don't stop. You keep sucking, your lips wrapped tightly around my dick as you take everything I give you.

"Enough," I finally say, pulling out of your mouth with a pop. "Get on all fours."

You comply, your body trembling with anticipation as you assume the position. I can see your wet pussy, glistening in the light, and I can't resist any longer. I position myself behind you, my dick poised at your entrance.

"Beg for it," I demand, my voice low and dangerous. "Beg for my cock, you dirty little whore."

"Please, Master," you gasp, your voice hoarse from sucking my dick. "Please, fuck my pussy. I need it so bad. I need you inside me."

I slide into you, feeling your tight walls grip me like a vice. You're so fucking wet, your pussy dripping with arousal as I fill you up. I start to fuck you, hard and fast, my balls slapping against your clit as I pound into you.

"You feel so good, whore," I growl, my hands gripping your hips as I fuck you harder and harder. "Your pussy is so tight, so fucking wet. You're such a dirty little slut."

You moan, your voice rising in pitch as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. I can feel your pussy clenching around my dick, your muscles gripping me as you prepare to come.

"Not yet, whore," I command, my voice firm. "You don't come until I say so."

I pull out of you, leaving you panting and gasping for breath. I flip you over, your body splayed out before me like a feast. I spread your legs wide, exposing your wet, swollen pussy.

"Beg for it," I command again, my voice low and dangerous. "Beg for my cock, you dirty little whore."

"Please, Master," you gasp, your voice hoarse from begging. "Please, fuck me. I need it so bad. I need you inside me."

I slide back into you, feeling your tight walls grip me once again. I start to fuck you, hard and fast, my hips pistoning as I thrust in and out of you. You moan and whimper, your voice rising in pitch as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

"Now, whore," I command, my voice low and dangerous. "Come for me. Come on my cock."

You explode, your orgasm ripping through you like a tidal wave. Your pussy clenches around my dick, your muscles gripping me as you come hard. I follow you over the edge, my own orgasm crashing through me like a tidal wave. I fill you up, my cum flooding your pussy as I come hard.

I pull out of you, leaving you panting and gasping for breath. You're a mess, your body covered in sweat and cum, your pussy dripping with arousal. But you're smiling, your face flushed with pleasure and satisfaction.

"Thank you, Master," you gasp, your voice hoarse from begging. "Thank you for fucking me. It was so good."

I couldn't believe it when you called me, your voice breathless and excited. You told me that your husband knew about us, and that he was okay with it. In fact, you said he wanted me to fuck you, to make you my slut. My cock twitched at the thought, and I felt my heart rate quicken.

"Are you serious?" I asked, my voice hoarse with desire.

"Yes," you replied, "I want you to come over right now and fuck me. I want you to fill me up with your cum and then film it all so I can send it to my husband. I want him to see that I'm your slut now."

I didn't need any more encouragement than that. I quickly got dressed and headed over to your house, my mind racing with dirty thoughts the entire time. When I arrived, you were waiting for me at the door, wearing nothing but a short robe that barely covered your ass.

"Fuck, you look hot," I said, my eyes raking over your body.

"I know," you replied, a wicked smile on your face. "I've been thinking about this all day. I want you to take me, to use me like the slut I am."

I didn't waste any time. I pushed you up against the wall and started kissing you, my tongue exploring your mouth as my hands roamed over your body. You moaned into my mouth as I slid my hand up your thigh and started rubbing your pussy through your panties.

"Fuck, you're so wet," I muttered, breaking our kiss for a moment.

"I know," you replied, your voice breathless. "I've been thinking about this all day. I want you inside me."

I didn't need any more encouragement than that. I hooked my fingers under the waistband of your panties and pulled them down, exposing your wet, shaved pussy. I wasted no time in sliding two fingers inside you, making you moan loudly.

"Yes, just like that," you said, your head falling back against the wall.

I started finger fucking you, my fingers sliding in and out of your wet pussy as you moaned and writhed against the wall. I could feel your orgasm building, your pussy clenching around my fingers as I fucked you harder and harder.

"Come for me, you dirty slut," I said, my voice low and commanding.

That was all it took. You cried out as you came, your pussy flooding my hand with your juices. I didn't give you any time to recover, though. I pulled my fingers out of your pussy and replaced them with my cock, sliding inside you with one swift thrust.

"Yes, fuck me," you said, your voice hoarse. "Fuck me like the dirty slut I am."

I started pounding into you, my cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy as you moaned and screamed. I could feel another orgasm building inside you, your pussy clenching around my cock as I fucked you harder and harder.

"Come for me again," I said, my voice low and commanding. "I want to feel your pussy milk my cock."

You didn't disappoint. You cried out as you came again, your pussy flooding my cock with your juices. I could feel my own orgasm building, my balls tightening as I fucked you harder and harder.

"I'm going to cum," I said, my voice low and intense. "I'm going to fill your slutty pussy with my cum."

"Yes, do it," you said, your voice hoarse. "I want to feel your cum inside me."

With a final thrust, I came, my cock pulsing as I filled your pussy with my cum. I pulled out of you and stepped back, my cock still hard and dripping with cum.

"Film it," you said, your voice hoarse. "I want to send it to my husband."

I did as I was told, filming my cum dripping out of your pussy as you moaned and writhed. When I was done, you pulled your robe back on and smiled at me.

"Thank you," you said, your voice soft. "I needed that."

"Anytime," I replied, smiling back at you. "You're my slut now, remember?"

"I remember," you said, a wicked smile on your face. "And I can't wait to do it again.

You walked into my office, your heart pounding in your chest, unsure of what to expect. You had been seeing me, Dr. Master, for a few months now, but today was different. I had scheduled a routine check-up, but as you took your seat, you noticed the breeding bench in the corner, gleaming under the clinical lights. I could see the confusion in your eyes, but I didn't let on.

"Just a routine check-up, my dear," I said, my voice dripping with a sweet venom. "Lie down on the bed, and we'll get started."

You hesitated for a moment, but the submissive in you took over. You lay down on the bed, your heart still pounding, as I secured your wrists and ankles with the leather straps. The cold metal of the speculum touched your inner thighs, and you gasped, your eyes wide.

"What's going on, Dr. Master?" you asked, your voice trembling.

"Just a little experiment, my dear," I said, my eyes gleaming with mischief. "You see, I've been wanting to breed you for a while now, and today seems like the perfect day."

You gasped, your eyes widening even more. "But, Dr. Master, I..."

"Hush, my dear," I said, cutting you off. "This is what you want, isn't it? To be bred, to be filled with my seed, to feel my dick deep inside you?"

You couldn't deny it. You had fantasized about this moment for weeks, your pussy aching for my touch, your body craving my dominance. You nodded, your breath hitching as I spread your legs wide and inserted the speculum.

The cold metal slid inside you, opening you up, exposing your wet pussy to the cool air. I could see the desire in your eyes, the need, the hunger. I leaned in, my breath hot on your skin, and whispered, "I'm going to fuck you, my dear. I'm going to fuck you until you can't take it anymore, until you beg me to stop."

You moaned, your body writhing beneath me, as I thrust my fingers inside you. You were so wet, so ready, and I could feel your pussy clenching around my fingers, begging for more. I pulled out, replacing my fingers with my dick, and thrust into you, hard and deep.

You screamed, your body arching off the bed, as I fucked you, my dick pounding into you, filling you up. You could feel my balls slapping against your ass, my dick hitting your cervix, and you knew that this was it, this was what you had been waiting for.

I could feel your pussy clenching around me, your orgasm building, and I thrust harder, faster, wanting to feel you come around my dick. You screamed, your body shaking, as you came, your pussy milking my dick, begging for my seed.

I groaned, my dick twitching inside you, as I came, filling you up with my seed. You could feel it, hot and wet, inside you, and you knew that you were mine, that you were bred.

I pulled out, my dick still hard, and you could see the cum dripping out of you, pooling on the breeding bench. You looked up at me, your eyes filled with desire, and I could see the question in them.

"Again?" I asked, a wicked grin spreading across my face.

You nodded, your body aching for more, for my touch, for my dominance. And as I slid my dick back inside you, you knew that this was just the beginning.

"Fuck, you're so tight," I groaned, my dick throbbing inside you. "I'm going to fill you up again, my dear. I'm going to breed you again and again, until you're overflowing with my seed."

You moaned, your body arching off the bed, as I fucked you, my dick pounding into you, filling you up. You could feel my balls slapping against your ass, my dick hitting your cervix, and you knew that this was it, this was what you had been waiting for.

I could feel your pussy clenching around me, your orgasm building, and I thrust harder, faster, wanting to feel you come around my dick. You screamed, your body shaking, as you came, your pussy milking my dick, begging for my seed.

I groaned, my dick twitching inside you, as I came, filling you up with my seed. You could feel it, hot and wet, inside you, and you knew that you were mine, that you were bred.