Dustin sat on her hindlegs, her hot needy cunt pressed into the floor while her wagging tail helped coax a viscous fluid to slowly leak out of her backside.
As she stared at her master, a series of conflicting images raced through her mind. In some of them, Clint’s warm, furry body was pressing down on her from above – his jaws clenched softly around her neck, pinning her to the floor. She could feel the tip of his wonderful cock running back and forth along her insides, lighting up every one of her pleasure centers, thrusting so deep that she could feel it pressing up against the back of her stomach. She could feel the warmness erupt inside of her, feel her cunt squeeze down against his knot, locking him inside of her.
It had come on so suddenly. Everything was normal when she went to bed last night, then she woke up this morning with a feeling of unquenchable heat flowing out of her cunt, penetrating into her mind. Clint’s cock was all she could think about. All she wanted. Just that thick, red cock stuff inside of her, as an endless torrent of cum filled her thirsty womb.
The fact that he’d taken her just minutes before had only provided a brief satisfaction – a brief relief. As soon as she felt his cum begin to leak out of her body, she knew that she needed him again.
But then she would see her master and a new set of thoughts would force their way in. Thoughts of serving him. Thoughts of making him happy. Thoughts of doing whatever he wanted – of dedicating her life to him as his loyal servant. The very idea that she could serve master brought Dustin endless joy, and it was in the middle of that thought that she heard master make some noises.
She knew the noises had meaning even though she didn’t know what that meaning was. It was so frustrating to want to serve but to be unable to, not for a lack of ability but for a lack of understanding. If only she could understand… if only master could tell her what to…
To her immense relief, Dustin’s thoughts were interrupted as her body involuntarily stood itself up, turned around, and lifted her tail. She couldn’t understand, but somehow her body could. Somehow it knew that master wanted her to expose herself.
Was he coming to look at her? To use her? Thoughts raced through her mind. Did he want to check to see if she did a good job? Was Clint supposed to cum in her?
She looked down between her legs and saw a thin glaze of Clint’s cum on the floor. Was Master mad that she made a mess? She didn’t know. She could only wait as Master bent down behind her and made a satisfied sounding noise.
She felt his hands grab onto her thighs. She could feel her own heat reflecting off his thumbs as he brought them up against her. She could feel one of his thumbs pressing inside of her, whimpering happily as her heat abated slightly as he simulated penetration. She was ashamed to think that Clint was bigger.
As she felt the thumb press deeper inside, she used her own muscles to wrap around it. To squeeze it. To massage it. To suck it in the same way that she sucked Clint. She didn’t know why master was sticking her thumb in her, but she did everything she could to pleasure it. Then he pulled out, laughing.
Dustin looked behind herself and was greeted by the sight of a giant, happy smile. To the sight of one of Master’s hands clutching his stomach as he laughed what must have been the most joyous laugh in his life. Dustin was so happy that Master was happy. She wanted him to know how happy she was for him, how pleasing him was the only thing that she wanted in life.
She tried to make noises like him, she wagged her tail, she beamed happiness from her eyes. And the more happiness Dustin radiated, the louder Master laughed… at least for awhile. Then, he stopped laughing.
A serious look came over Master as he made more noises. Again, Dustin knew that Master wanted something, but she didn’t know what. And unlike last time, her body didn’t respond. All she could do was to keep wagging her tail and hope that was enough.
But the more she wagged her tail, the more serious Master got. And the more serious Master got, the more Dustin got the sense that he was getting frustrated with her. He kept making the same noise at her and he obviously expected her to do something, she just didn’t know what. She wished she could tell him that she would do whatever he wanted, she just didn’t know. But she couldn’t, and Master got more and more frustrated with her.
Master looked out the window, pointed his hand at Clint, and made more noises that Dustin didn’t understand. Master staggered backwards and coughed as a pale mist wisped out of his mouth. Then, with tired eyes, Master looked back at Dustin as though he was waiting for something to happen.