What Good Girls Get

After 30 minutes, the black wolf that was Alyce returned, still butt naked, her not-so-shrunken dick flopping at her thighs. She smiled at the clean room whilst holding a vacuum in her right hand. She handed it to me without a word. I unwrapped the cord, plugged it in and vacuumed my room. Normally the thing she always did. But fair is fair. It didn't take long to finish vacuuming and when I was done, I wrapped up the cord. Alyce approached me, signing "Good girl. Well done." Taking the cleaning device she gave me a kiss on the head. She pointed towards the bed as she took the vacuum from my room, returning it to a nearby closet.

Returning to my room, she wondered to my bed where I was laying on my back for her, her dick now almost full mast. "Good girls get a reward," she signed before rolling me onto my stomach and climbed onto the bed. Using a pillow to lift my hips more, she first ran a finger over my pussy, testing for wetness. Feeling that I was pretty dry, I felt her tongue against my nether lips soon after. The moans that excaped my lips weren't voluntary, but neither were they fettered.

As soon as she thought I was lubricated enough, the licking stopped and her weight shifted behind me. Soon, I felt the warm, hard, slightly tip of her dick piercing my love tunnel. She felt thicker than I remember. Thicker and better. She pushed her length inside until she could push no more. She wasted no time in picking a pretty good pace and fucking me like I was her bitch. Which, I suppose I was at that moment: her good obediant little bitch and she was using me as she saw fit. Which, at that moment was a dick sharpener.

Though she couldn't moan, she wasn't entirely silent, for once. They were groans or moans, more like grunts. Or...whatever. It's hard to discribe. I couldn't really tell if she was enjoying herself or not from those sounds. It was only her constant pace that gave me any indication my hot box was a good enough condom for her love rod. Her pace steadily increased for a good 8 minutes. Then, suddenly, she shoved herself inside me as far as she could and unleashed a torrent of baby batter into my waiting womb. It was during this tsunami of jizz that I also came; the thought of being a good little cum dumpster for my mistress bringing me over the edge.

After about a minute, she pulled out and rolled me onto my back. "Very good girl." she signed and gave me a kiss before wiping us both clean. She took a babydoll from my closet and tossed it at me. "Put it on and meet me downstairs. Dinner should be here shortly." She told me before she left the room.

Author's Warning: Dinner and a Story has racism in it! You've been warned. I will come back later and make a link to skip that chapter.