Training in the Office

“If I’m your master, then you shouldn’t be the only one cumming.” You stated flatly as Cerena shuddered on your lap. Her tell for an orgasm was all too apparent.

The hellhound had come onto you strongly, locking you into your seat with her powerful thighs and plump ass. No sooner had your cock entered her velvety pussy then Cerena began to howl her first orgasm.

“I’m…sorry…master…it’s too good.” She whined as she struggled to keep riding you.

“So, it’s my fault then? For all your bluster, you’re quite the weak bitch when it comes to sex. Imagine blaming your master for your own shortcomings. You are definitely overdue for some endurance training. You cum far too easily.”

The degrading language was not something you typically were into, but your instincts told you it was exactly the sort of thing that would drive Cerena wild. The moment you used such language on her, you felt her clinch down even harder on you.

You began thrusting up into her, causing her to grunt in her sultry raspy voice. The fact that her sounds and hypersensitivity drove you wild were a secret you’d keep to yourself during this “training”. The facade of control and indifference was part of the game, of course. You could tell Cerena ate it up. When her eyes weren’t rolling back in pleasure, they were locked onto yours with an intense gaze of ecstasy.

“Here I am doing all the work while you gush all over me. At least this tight pussy and thick ass are worth my attention.”

You thrust upward selfishly while Cerena tried to keep pace with you. She didn't have the stamina for sex that you had. She did her best to keep your rhythm, but her constant orgasming was causing her thick brown thighs to lose strength. They shuddered again.

You didn’t blame her. She was relatively new to sex. Your time with her in the elevator was her first real experience. In addition, you had been exerting your power onto the hellhound woman since the moment she sat on your lap. The point of the training was to make her submit by overwhelming her senses. You had quickly become adept at this process. No inexperienced little pup was going to be able to withstand you. Hells, even Morgana and Lisbeth together had difficulty keeping up sometimes these days.

A thought crossed your mind in the midst of your play with Cerena: Today, Lexi would be joining your harem. Though Morgana and Lisbeth had brought up the idea of adding more women to your group, it was a lie to think it wasn’t what you wanted. You loved them both dearly, but the truth was you sometimes hungered for more than what they were capable of giving you. You’d happily spend your life with just them if that was what they wanted, but deep down you knew that the desire for more was there. You felt quite guilty about it, and knew that your power was to blame for this change in you.

Soon, you would have Lexi all to yourself. You relished the idea of spending all night ravishing her. Perhaps, you would also have Cerena as well in time. You hoped so. Having four gorgeous women to love and fuck in arms reach tapped some primal desire within you. You’d become quite greedy in such a short time, you reflected.

Still, you had a role to play now, and you promised this sumptuous woman proper training. Using your strength, you lifted Cerena up off of you.

“That’s quite enough of your meager display. We have a lot of training ahead. I’ve been neglectful of my pet. That’s my failure as your master. Perhaps, you’re simply out of your element.”

Through her lust-addled haze and rough panting, Cerena looked at you quizzically.

“Master?”

Doing your best to mimic Morgana, you gave a command.

“Get on your hands and knees, Cerena. It seems I forgot that dogs don’t fuck like humans. On all fours and lift your ass so I can see it.”

There was no resistance in Cerena’s eyes, no offense at the dog comment, rather the treatment seemed to build her up even further. One of her canine teeth chewed a corner of her pouty bottom lip in anticipation. On her hands and knees, Cerena arched her back and put her quivering pussy on full display. Her black tail swished in enthusiasm for what was to come.

Behind her, you found yourself mesmerized by her slick pussy. The dark outer lips gave way to a soft pink interior. The contrast in color was quite lovely. You watched as it flexed and oozed. Your own facade of indifference was crumbling in the wake of such a sight.

“Gorgeous.” You whispered under your breath.

“Master?” Cerena asked while wagging her ass.

You cleared your throat and began.

“Your pussy looks sloppy, and you’re leaking all over my floor.” You cracked a hand onto her plump backside. A gasp of surprise erupted from her mouth that quickly evolved into a guttural moan.

“Sorry…Master…Please don’t hit me.”

*SMACK* another strike to her opposite ass cheek. You saw her pussy gush even further.

“You’re overflowing down there. The mess is getting worse.”

“Sorry…” Cerena gasped through ragged breaths.

“I suppose this is my fault too? That you aren’t trained not to let your fluids out on the floor? Are you not properly house broken?”

The questions were rhetorical, and you gazed in amusement as her pussy quivered and flexed at your words.

Bending down behind her, you mashed your face into her wet sex, lapping and tasting her wonderful juices. Every lick elicited a deep moan from her. You were no stranger to eating pussy at this point. Countless hours of either Lisbeth or Morgana resting their pussy on your face while the other rode you had made you into quite the accomplished cunnilinguist. In truth, your tongue was far more skilled than even your fingers.

You alternated between sucking and licking Cerena’s clit with thrusting your tongue inside her slimy womanhood. You scraped and and twirled your tongue along her walls, causing her to cry out in pleasure.

Along with the physical changes you’d noticed on your body after unlocking your abilities was the gradual change of your tongue. You couldn’t prove it, but you knew it had grown longer and more dexterous. It didn’t bother you, in fact, it benefitted your partners greatly. Perhaps Morgana’s will had made it that way. If it allowed you to bring her more pleasure, then you had no complaints.

When your desire for Cerena’s taste began to subside, you rose up and rubbed the head of your engorged cock at her entrance.

“Please, master! I need it so badly! Fuck me!” Cerena growled raggedly. She rested her upper body on the floor and used her hands to spread her pussy wide.

You grabbed onto her ebony hips and slowly worked your cock into her. You were barely pushing in at all.

“No! Don’t go slow! I need it!” She begged.

“You dare tell me what to do? Your insolence knows no bounds, Cerena. Maybe I’ll just end it here…”

You began to slowly pull your cock back out.

“No! Please, Master! I’m sorry! Please forgive me and don’t take it out!”

Cerena looked back at you with a mad desperation in her eyes.

“Apology accepted.” You grunted, immediately pushing yourself as deep as possible in one violent thrust. Cerena’s eyes bulged and her tongue hung out of her mouth. She was drooling as an incoherent moan escaped her throat.

“Mashter! It feelsh sho good!

“You enjoy it best getting fucked like a dog, don’t you? Hellhound? No, nothing so noble. You're just a bitch in heat, a slutty dog, aren’t you?” You jeered while using her hips to gain leverage. You wrapped one hand around the base of Cerena’s fluffy black tail.

“Yesh! It feelsh…like we’re mating!” She was slumping down in the front. You could see the drool pooling on the floor by her face.

“You like that idea? Mating with me like an animal?” You teased.

“YESH!” Cerena howled in response.

“How presumptive of you to desire your master in such a way, but I’ll be merciful.”

The truth was that Cerena was a natural, and her vice-like grip was doing everything it could to bring you over the edge. Every bump, fold and crease within her scorching womanhood was urging you to release. She felt so good you were quickly reaching your limits. You held your body over her back as if you were two dogs rutting. You could tell based on her flooding desires that this would drive Cerena to the heights of her pleasure.

Your thrusting continued until you felt yourself reaching your own climax. When your cock could no longer hold out against the hellhound’s smoldering grip, you released your seed as deep as you physically could. You stayed draped over her back, holding her to the ground and allowing her pussy to milk everything out of you. Keeping her pinned while still inside her was your way of mimicking the way canines mated, and you felt the effects of your performance when Cerena’s pussy fluttered and began squirting all over your office floor once again.

This level of animalistic domination affected you as well. You were often at the mercy of your dominating wives and submission felt good, but Cerena and Lexi proved their own special delights in that you were able to let out your dominant desires.

“They say variety is the spice of life.” You thought.

After several minutes, you withdrew your still rigid member from Cerena. You pulled yourself to your feet and returned to your chair, basking in the afterglow.

“Cerena.” You said in a firm but low voice.

“Yes…Master.” Cerena did not look in your direction or move. She remained slumped on the floor in the mess of your combined making.

“Do you remember what to do after we are done?”

Cerena was quiet for a moment before beginning to rise.

“Yes, Master.”

“Don’t forget. Dogs don’t have hands.” Your voice whispered the expectations to her ears, and you saw her shudder once more.

Cerena walked on her hands and knees over you where you sat. Though she looked tired and disheveled, her wagging tail gave away her thoughts. She positioned herself between your legs and began to lick and clean your cock and balls of all your combined fluids. Just the first taste of your pre-cum elicited a moan from her.

“You’re learning.” You said softly while resting a hand on her head. This generated another shiver and a whimper from her as her juices began to spray from her well-used pussy once more. You were in complete control of the hellhound. Had you simply ordered her to cum at this moment, you wouldn’t be surprised if she did immediately.

“Thank you, Master. I-...” Cerena stopped her thought.

“You what?”

You lifted her chin so her gaze could not escape yours.

Sheepish and blushing, Cerena continued. “I love you, Master.”