Nicole Takes You

“Nicole Miller, you’re going to walk the dog and that’s final,” Camila says with a stern face.

“Ugh, fine,” Nicole says climbing out of her bed. “Come on, Max.” You follow her out of the room. She slips on her shoes at the front door and clips your leash to your collar.

Unlike Sofia, Nicole doesn’t stop to talk to any of the other people. She takes a brisk pace, you try your best to keep up. She stays out ahead of you, giving you a great view of her ass. Your cock is already springing back to life after the handjob. You run into the back of her legs when she stops suddenly.

She walks up to the house, ringing the doorbell. A man answers the door in boxers and a white tank top. “Babe,” he laughs, leaning in to kiss Nicole. The pungent smell of weed wafts out of his open door. “Yo, why’d you bring your dog?”

“Mom is making me walk him,” Nicole sighs.

“Lame, we’ll just throw him out back before we get it on,” he says, leading the both of you into his dirty house. Piles of garbage litter the floor, the smell of weed only gets stronger, and flies buzz around the overflowing sink.

“Lucas! You idiot, if we put Max out back, Mom will know I’m not actually walking him. Just bring Freckles in and they’ll wrestle in the corner or something,” Nicole says slapping him upside the head.

“Shit, you’re right,” he opens the back door, “Freckles! Get in here you dirty bitch!” Nicole took you on a walk around the block?!? The tattooed blonde crawls in, she looks surprised to see you. She nods for you to follow her.

You look back, Nicole and Lucas are on the couch preparing to smoke. Lucas sips straight from a glass bottle of clear liquid, you assume it’s vodka by the imaging on the bottle but the text is all in Japanese, or is it Chinese? Freckles leads you into the kitchen.

She looks in the trashcan, sticking her head in and pulling out a brown bag. You instantly recognize the golden logo as McDonald’s. But the closer you get you realize it isn’t the golden arches, instead it’s one of those Japanese gateways. Can anything in this place be the same?

She upends the bag, dumping a few crumpled wrappers and a handful of loose fries. She paws at the wrapper, unraveling it to reveal smears of sauce, the pickles picked off the sandwich that was once inside and a speck of cheese stuck to the paper. She leans forward managing to lick up one of the pickle slices. She nods towards the rest, an inquisitive look on her face.

“I’m good,” you say not quite **** enough for food to eat from the trash. Plus, you figure she needs it more than you. You peek around the corner, leaving Freckles to eat the fries from the floor.

That was fast, Nicole is topless knelt on the floor with Lucas’s cock in her mouth. She stops when he hands her the joint they’re sharing, only to resume sucking his cock as she passes it back. You can’t help but stare at her full brown tits, or be amazed by the skill with which she blows Lucas.

Is it weird to watch? Are they not weirded out by two other people being in the room? Of course not, they don’t think of us as two other people. In their eyes, we’re just dogs.

Nicole stands up, your cock twitches as you watch her ass bounce as she shimmies and shakes her way out of her tight jeans. She kicks them off to the side, before following up the strip show by bending over to remove her panties. You can’t see much, but Lucas would be treated to a full view of Nicole’s pussy as she shows off.

Nicole climbs onto his lap, straddling him, carefully lining up their sexes. She moans as she sinks onto his length. The two of them kiss as she grinds in his lap, once again only stopping for one or both of them to smoke.

You’re entranced by the sight of the two of them fucking on the couch, that you jump out of your skin when Freckles taps you on the shoulder. She smiles, then pulls up her arm pointing at one of her tattoos. “Pineapple?” you ask in a hushed tone not wanting to draw attention.

She puffs her cheeks. A quick nod, but then she draws with a knuckle through the mitten on your arm. It takes a couple tries but you finally figure it out, “P?” She nods her head to say yes. P? Is she trying to communicate with you? You wonder if this is how her and Duke talk.

She points at another tattoo on her right shoulder blade. “Bird? B?” She shakes her head, tapping the tattoo again. Ah! An eagle, “E?” She nods. PE. The next tattoo, a flower, “F?” No, a rose, “R?” Yes. PER. You start trying to guess the next letters, this will go much faster once you’ve learned her signs. Pert, perky, person, peruse?

She points at another drawing etched on her skin. A pair of holes drawn on her neck, red lines of blood trickling from them. “Bite? B?” no. Blood, no still a b. They remind you of a vampire. “Vampire? V?” she nods yes. PERV.

She smiles as she sees you realize what she’s spelling. Her mittened hand pointed back at the eagle, then the rose, and finally a train. PERVERT. She’s making fun of you for watching Nicole and Lucas. “Haha, very funny,” you say laughing. She mimes laughing, careful not to make a sound.

“QUIT BARKING!” Lucas yells. You jump as glass shatters against the wall next to you. Half the vodka bottle skids across the floor, while glass shards scatter around you.

“Lucas!” Nicole chides him, hitting his chest.

“Oh relax, I didn’t hit him,” he says silencing her with another kiss. She giggles as he rolls her onto her back, his ass in the air as he thrusts into your owner.

He might not have hit you, but you feel a sharp pain in your palm. You examine it, your mitten is ripped, a small shard of glass lodged in your palm. You manage to remove it, but then an idea crosses your mind. You could cut your mittens, you look around the room. You can see into a bedroom off the living room, an open window in sight. This could be your chance to escape.

Nicole and Lucas are distracted. You have an open window and the opportunity to get out of your bindings. This might be your only chance, do you take it? You look back at Freckles, she is sucking on her vodka soaked mittens. Do you try to take her with you?