Passive Aggressive Fiancé

Walking down the pathway to our car, my fiancé has her eyes locked on my passenger.

Her skin complexion said West Indian, her curling and flowing riverlike to speak to her hispanic heritage, Rose was an all around beauty to behold. Her waist would never be considered thin, but her 34DD and wide waist ensured that she would have a hourglass shape nontheless. At 5'0, she still stood taller than my guest by a quarter of a foot.

"Nina, right?" Rose extended her hand to Nina as the shorter woman left the car, before pulling her into a hug. Their smiles were pleasant enough, but I wondered if Nina could feel the undertone. My fiancé had just caught her blowing me, after all.

I shut off the car and got out as the ladies made their way to the house. By the time I got the suitcase through the front door, Rose had just finished giving Nina a basic tour of our 3 bedroom house. I took Nina to the room assigned to her, but if I had it my way, she wouldn't be using it much at all.

Rose smiled politely at me as she sat down on our couch. Then she turned sideways, extending her legs across the rest of the seat.

"Oh, have a seat, Nina." The only available seat was a recliner, for which Nina made a move. An ice cold voice stopped her. "That's Leo's seat."

"O-oh. I'm sorry." Nina looked around in a futile attempt to find another seat, and eventually settled on the floor.

"That's a good girl." My fiancé smiled at her. "I just love your hair."

Under the pretense of examining Nina's hair, she reaches out and kind of massages her scalp, but the way that you would do a pet. She even scratches behind her ears.

I bring three beers back and set them on the table.

"So, did you enjoy tasting him?"

A blush spreads across the smaller girl's face. She can't deny having done it, so she just nodded.

"Well do it, show me how you do it." Nina looked at me for guidance and direction. I shrugged and handed a bottle to my fiancé. While she opened it, I unzipped my pants.

"No, baby, let Nina do it." I remove my hands and help coax Nina into doing it. Surprisingly, she pulls up the zipper again and then leans forward. Her mouth lowers into my crotch and her teeth close around the zipper. With one swift move of her head she unzips my pants again and grins. Once she has pulled my glans free, she looks up at me as if in question one last time. However, she misjudged her distance and my cock hit her on the lips.

Nina is lost there and then and goes to work on my cock as easily and masterfully as if she has been blowing me for years, but she does not deep throat me.

"She Nina, I know that you've been writing those erotic stories online, too. The Phantasies of a Nymphomaniac Bisexual. I've seen your desire to be somebody's pet. So I'll let you be mine."

Rose slides off the couch behind Nina and cups the back of her head in her hand. Then she shoves Nina completely down my cock.

"That's it, that's a good doggy. You're such a pretty little bitch, sobbing on his bone." Rose let's go of Nina. Her voice is at once condescending and seductive. "You like that bone, bitch?"

Nina doesn't answer, so I pull my cock from her. Something in her subconscious forces her to whine like a puppy. I slap her in her face with my cock. There is wet and heavy slap from her cheeks and forehead as I smack her with it two more times.

"When your mistress speaks to you, you answer her."

Nina's eyes cut to Rose.

"Yes, Mis-"

Another cock slap.

"Dogs can't speak. Bark."

Nina whips her head to me, her eyes asking for some reprieve. I do not grant it. Instead I raise my cock again.

Nina barks.