Wet fun

Growling seductively, you slip another finger inside Grace as your pinch her exposed nipple. Grace grinds against you feverishly, her right hand jumping from the dashboard to her right breast. She roughly massages it and pants. “Yes, Mistress…give me more! Don’t stop!”

Immediately you let go of her breast and pull your hand out of her pants. A complaining moan escapes her lips. “Grace, get out of the car.”

She opens the car door, awkwardly climbing off you so she can get out. You follow her out of the car, then stand facing her. Your penetrating stare catches her eyes as you pull yourself up to your full height. “Grace, you are my pet, my slut to order. You will do what you are told and be thankful for whatever you get. I am the mistress, not the other way around.” You barely suppress a grin.

Grace must have noticed it because she smiles and bows her head obediently. “Yes, Mistress. I deserve to be punished, don’t I?”

“Yes, you do, pet.” A quick glance reveals no one is around. “Take off your clothes.” Without flinching or questioning, Grace undresses. You stand by the trunk of the car. “Put on your Lazer Tag shirt and come here.” Again, no objections are heard from Grace as she happily follows your commands.

You can’t help but get excited at the sight of your auburn-haired pet standing before you, her soft, thin bush lightly gleaming as her shirt clings to her warm chest, hugging her breasts and hips wonderfully. Gathering all of the disinterest you can, you continue. “Take off my socks, my shoes, and my pants.” Grace quickly removes your footwear as ordered. As she slides down your pants, however, she kisses your hips lightly. It’s all you can do to suppress your shudder. Grace is not your first pet by far, but none of them have ever affected you like this. Roughly you grab her hair and pull her back a bit, your voice even and firm. “Did I tell you to kiss me, slut?”

“No, Mistress,” she looks down at the ground, refusing to meet your gaze. “You just said to take off your pants.”

“Then I suggest you do just that.”

You let go of Grace’s hair and she finishes removing your pants. “Bend over the trunk.” As if she knows what’s going to happen next, Grace bends over, her chest pushing against the metal car, her hips high and legs spread wide. You reach around her left hip and down to her clitoris, rubbing it in slow, even circles. “Reach between your legs and pleasure me,” you order, moving so that your hips rest against her backside. “If you please me enough, I might let you cum.”
“Yes, Mistress,” she replies hungrily, her arm rubbing against her labia and your hand as she tries to rub your clit with her thumb and stick her middle finger inside you. After a few frustrated attempts, due mostly to you slightly moving to one side or the other, she is able to finally enter you.

Taking a deep breath, you steel yourself, holding off as long as you can and forcing Grace to do all the work as you keep up the slow, steady clitoral massage. As her arousal raises, she tries to push more fingers inside you and pump you harder. Fighting the urge to pump hard against her hand, you allow her to fumble and fuck you while you tease her.

Finally Grace looks like she’s about to collapse from the **** of the clitoral orgasm building inside her. “Does my slut need to cum?” you ask softly, pulling away a bit so her fingers fall out of you again.

“Yes, Mistress! Please!”

“I’m sorry, but I didn’t hear what you said.”

“Please, Mistress, I can’t hold it! Please let me cum.”

“But you haven’t pleasured me yet. Why should I let you cum if you haven’t given me any pleasure?”

“I’ll do whatever you ask, Mistress. I swear! I’ll give you all the pleasure you need. Just let me cum! PLEASE!”

“Very well, you may cum,” you tell her in a bored tone. Grace immediately grabs the hand on her clit and pushes it against her as she screams. Her juices push against your hand as she slowly collapses against you. Immediately you pull your hand away, causing Grace to fall to her knees.

You move a bit so that you can put your right foot on the bumper of the car. “Now, get over here and pleasure me,” you demand. Grace crawls the few inches to you in the short, soft grass until she reaches you. Still trembling a bit from her own orgasm, she strokes your thigh as she licks and kisses your clitoris and labia.

The pent up lust from the evening hits you hard and you place your left hand on the back of Grace’s head while your right hand rests on the trunk to steady yourself. “Yes, Grace,” you purr. “Finger me and suck my clit.”

Your pet easily slides two fingers inside you, curling them so they play with your walls and the hard ridge inside you, just as you taught her. At the same time, she licks, sucks, and nipples at your clitoris, moaning happily as she laps up the juices dribbling off of it. You look down and whisper, “I want to watch you play with yourself while you pleasure me.”

Immediately Grace’s left hand slides between her legs, roughly groping herself with the same lust driven fury that she is using on you. All too soon you feel your orgasm coming. “Grace, lean back a bit and finger me as hard and deep as you can.” She obeys instantly, still fingering herself and you. You take your hand off her head and pinch your clit, rubbing and playing with it roughly until you cum. Small streams of juice splatter against Grace’s face as she fingers herself to another orgasm.

You kneel to the ground beside her and kiss her softly, lovingly, approvingly. Then you smile at her. “How was that, Mistress?”

Lightly caressing Grace’s cheek, you respond. “It was perfect.” She beams proudly at you. “I have an idea,” you grin as you stand. “Take off your shirt.”

Grace quickly obeys as you finish undressing. When the two of you are completely naked, you playfully smack her rump and run towards the pond. Grace yelps and runs after you. The two of you dive in and play in the cool water, splashing each other. The sight of the cool water on each other’s skin and the lust and romance of the evening soon have the two of you kissing as your hands slip under the water to please each other.

Once your orgasms subside, you look at Grace. “We better get back to the dorms and get cleaned up before we catch a cold.” Grace nods and follows you out of the pond. You grab your t-shirt and pants, pulling them, the fabric instantly clinging to your body. Grace grabs her shirt and pants, doing the same, then blushes deeply. You look down to see she had put on her white Lazer Tag shirt and the now drenched fabric was doing a wonderful job of showing her breasts. “Um, you may want to put on your other shirt if you plan on not getting ravaged again before we get home,” you tell her while climbing into the driver’s seat.

Grace laughs and pulls off the shirt. As she puts on her Gunsmith Cats shirt and climbs into the car, you turn on the heat, start the car, and drive back to the dorms.