Crush Her with Her Crush

Sitting there, completely bared, and without the courage to cover defend or cover yourself, you can only sit there and watch as Emy invited someone in.

He's tall and muscular, with facial hair that seems to be the perfect blend between rugged and well groomed.

All of your blood sets on fire, causing most of your body to be covered in a deep blush as you realize that it's Lucas, your once and always crush. Well, for the last few months at least.

You'd never actually had the courage to have a real conversation with him, and you can't believe Emily would go this far to humiliate you.

Yet, here you were, with puppy make up, dog ears, and a tail butt plug to go with your newly adorned leash and collar set.

Emily's towel doesn't do much to hide her rack, and Lucas takes a look before she pulls him into a hug.

Once they part ways, she closes the door behind him. You hadn't noticed Jack put his shorts back on until he stands between you and Lucas.

"Hey, I'm Jack." You can't see Jack's face but he shakes hands with Lucas as if this were just a normal encounter, before turning to you.

"And this is our bitch, Hayley. Oh don't worry," he put's his hand in Lucas' shoulder, "it's a female dog. So it's ok to use bitch when referring to her."

Lucas looks somewhat surprised at first, which is to be expected. With a glance at Jack and then Emily, he squats and looks at you. Then is the most humiliating thing ever.

He whistles and taps the inside of his thigh, as if calling a family pet over.

"Here, girl. Come here, bitch."

Your heart pounds as your shame and humiliation grow. Your head gets foggy with dizziness. You can't believe this shit.

You get wet. Like, so wet, you're dripping on the floor. All you can do is crawl forward. Once you've reached Lucas, he scratches around your head like you would do to show affection to your house pet.

You can see the outline of his buldge and know that he's excited. He's really excited.

As he looks up and away from you, you notice that it jumps. Inside his pants, his meat is twitching. You look at him to see what has got him so excited and realize he's looking away from you.

Following his gaze, your eyes land on Emily. She's shed her towel and is standing in a sexy pose, one hand on her cocked hip, hair hanging to one side of her face in front of her shoulder. She looks like a wet dream.

She looks like your wet dream.

"You can fuck that bitch whenever you want. But today, you have the option to fuck me, as well... and no, you don't have to choose just one."