Alec, obviously

The man puts up more of a fight as he resists your attempt to tackle him, but he loses as well. You both fall to the floor, knocking over a barstool in your struggle.

Hornier than you’ve ever been in your life, you line your cock up with his still-protesting mouth and start to fuck it. Even as rough as you’re going he doesn’t gag once. Evidence that the pups at the kennel aren’t the only submissives that Master has trained. Looking up you can see Master watching the both of you as he calmly fucks Emily’s mouth.

Your cum still drips from her wet pussy onto the tile floor while she’s on her knees with her hands behind her back. She seemed to only get wetter serving him despite the humiliation of being freshly fucked like the lowest kennel bitch. Her hair is tied back in a ponytail that Master is using as a handle of sorts to better fuck her face with. Finally getting a good look at her ass, you can see that she has an anal plug in with Master’s initials on the end. You can’t tell how big it is on the inside, but given what you know of Master you can imagine that it probably isn’t very small. More directly in front of you however is Alec’s cock, hard and moving gently back and forth as a result of your thrusting into his mouth.

Your own mouth waters at such a perfect cock, only the best for Master. It had a perfect curve upwards as he lay on his back. Clean, hairless, and looking soft and smooth to the touch despite being fully erect. At the tip a single bead of precum glistened, slowly beginning to drip down the head.