The Pet

Greg. Short hair. Short stubble. Mila starved him and **** him to workout — as a result in 2 months he had lost 15 pounds. His impulse was always to eat more when stressed.

“I don’t want you to be my jelly bean — My pet needs to be a strong doggie,” Mila rubbed his head.

Mila was an evil seductress. In a way, her abusive talk made her more attractive. If Nadia had even 1% of Mila’s darkness then Greg wouldn’t have gone to porn. He wanted to marry a slut.

That was exactly what Mila was. A beautiful redheaded whore. Ice white skin. A sinister smile. Narrow upturned corners. Just missing fangs.

Greg was restrained. Nude. His cock in a cage. A muzzle on his face. His dick hard and straining.

Mila was being railed hard by a large bull. A big white cock. He was a muscular blonde man. Russian import.

He pulled Mila’s hair — bunched up — as he thrust rapidly in doggy. Mila facing Greg. Her cheek resting on his thigh. Looking up.

“Oh my puppy… Are you enjoying this as much as me… Mmm—“ she said.

Greg muffled through the muzzle. His eyes, intense. Pleasure. Lost in it.

Meanwhile…

Mark watched in awe. He had stepped into The Black Star. He did not expect Nadia to be dancing. She was a stripper. Her beautiful body. Thinner than he recalled. He didn’t think he would see her again.

She swayed her hips and breasts perky and full. A kind smile. Big amber eyes.

Mark hid by the bar in case she saw him. It was clear that Nadia didn’t want anything to do with him. She hadn’t called or texted in months. Since that call.

He had cheated on her with the college coed. She had been stealing from the till. But Mark kept fucking her. He wondered why he was so weak willed. To bang anything that gave him comfort.

He was a sad man. Lost the gym today. Had to let everyone go. I failed everyone. So where does one go for pleasure… A strip club? All he found was regret…