This is only my second submission to Literotica. This is intended to be a three-part series, but I have considered expanding it even more. Please comment any constructive criticism or any suggestions of where you'd like to see this story go. Thank you for reading!
"Good evening, Sweet Candy," Sir stated as he walked into his apartment, tossing his keys into a bowl on the entry table.
"It is now, Sir," his young pet chirped, grinning up at him from the floor next to the door. She was waiting for him in her default position, completely naked on her knees with her thighs spread open and sitting with her feet crossed underneath her. Her bright, blue eyes danced eagerly, looking up at him with a grin on her face. Her long, sandy blonde hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, falling halfway down her back. Her large, DD-cup, white tits stood deliciously on her chest, topped with large pink areolas that crinkled as they gathered together her hard, pert nipples. Goosebumps flooded her perfect, unblemished skin as he ran his rough, calloused finger across her jaw line to her chin, tilting it up more, her throat now a straight line from her chin to her chest.
"I brought you that reward we discussed," he stated, turning and tugging the bound wrists of the tall, full-figured woman behind him. She stepped forward in response, coming into view of the pet sitting on the floor. Sir stood still, allowing Candy to take in the specimen that he had brought home to her as a reward for completing her training as his personal house pet.
Candy's eyes lit up, and her stomach soared as she took in the tall woman in front of her. Her platinum blonde hair was styled nicely and fell just below her shoulders. Even with a black, silk blindfold in place around her eyes, her well done makeup was evident. Full, red, pouting lips were glossy and plump. Candy's eyes traveled down to the expensive white blouse that clung to her figure, just low enough to show off the tops of her full, milky-white, E-cup tits. A short, tight, black skirt hugged her curvy hips, falling just a couple of inches below her full, plump ass. On her feet, very expensive, black, high-heeled shoes made her sleek, thick legs look delectably long. Her long, perfectly manicured fingernails were blood red, and her fingers were intertwined together, the black binding holding her wrists securely together.
Sir could tell that Candy was eager to get started on exploring her toy that stood before her. He smirked down at her and pet her hair. "Soon, Sweet Candy," he stated, his deep, low voice smooth like honey.
"Yes, Sir," she replied, biting her bottom lip to restrain her excited smile. "Who is she?" she asked, tentatively.
"That's of no difference to you," he replied, unbuttoning the front of his shirt and sliding it off his broad shoulders, his muscular, toned arms flexing as he reached up and slid the tight undershirt off over his head of messy, tousled, dark brown hair. Multiple tattoos splashed colors over his chiseled chest, abs, and arms. He tossed the shirts onto the floor to the side and slung his six-foot, five-inch brawny frame into the chair next to the entrance, allowing Candy to remove his shoes. "She doesn't need a name other than Toy," he continued. "She's nothing more and nothing less than a fuck toy."
A quiet huff came from the red glossy lips next to him, and he reached up and harshly pinched one of her nipples, through her blouse and bra, making her jump. "Isn't that right?" he asked, twisting and pinching harder.
A very subtle moan escaped her beautiful lips. "Yes, Sir," she replied in a whisper. He smirked and then looked back down at Candy, shooting her a quick wink.
She grinned back at him widely and massaged his feet and then his calves, working her way slowly up his long, muscular legs. He let go of Toy's nipple and started to unbutton her blouse with one hand. His other hand pet Candy's hair as she laid her head on one of his thighs, still massaging him.
"We are having company tonight," he explained to Candy. Her eyes darted to Toy. "Not only her," he clarified. "A couple coworkers are going to join us tonight. They should be here shortly."
"I will be available to whoever you deem worthy," she replied, humbly.
"Oh, I know you will, Sweet Candy," he stated, petting her head and then pushing it toward his crotch. She nosed against him, his cock hard in his pants already.
He dropped his hand from Toy's now opened blouse and pulled her bound wrists, turning her to face him. He reached up and pulled her bra down, one cup at a time, forcing her tits to spill over the top. Candy's mouth massaged the side of his cock through the fabric of his clothing as he pinched each of Toy's hard nipples, one at a time, pulling them the rest of the way over the top of her bra. He dropped his hand back down, joining his other hand on top of Candy's head, his eyes fixed on Toy, displayed in front of him.
His ten-inch cock strained against his clothes underneath Candy's hot mouth, soaking the fabric with her spit. She looked up at him, her eyes begging for his permission. He glanced back down at her long enough to nod his consent and then stared back at Toy's undone state.
Candy's hands immediately went to work, freeing his cock from his clothes, instantly wrapping her hot, wet lips around its large, mushroom head when it sprang free. She wrapped both of her tiny hands around the base of his thick girth, her mouth bathing the head with spit. Rising onto her knees, her legs spread, she pushed her head down, taking more of him into her mouth. Her mouth watered and drool ran down his shaft, and against her hands. One of his hands, wrapping her ponytail around its palm, held her hair tightly, tugging at her scalp.
"All of it," he stated, pushing her head down, slowly sliding into her throat. She nodded, moving her hands to the tops of his thighs as she opened her throat for him. Pushing past her tonsils, she gagged hard around the intrusion. She backed off slightly and then slid back on, further this time. "Good girl," he groaned through clenched teeth. Her fingers dug into his thigh muscles as her body craved air, but his pleasure encouraging her to continue. She finally was able to bury him completely down her throat, her gags squeezing him tightly. Her need for air was desperate, and she tried to back away, but his hand on her ponytail pushed her back down, holding himself in her throat. Her lungs burned, and she clawed at his thighs, her throat constricting with every gag. He held her there for another few seconds before pulling her off his cock and releasing her. She immediately flopped back, splayed across the floor on her back, her legs spread as she gasped and sputtered for breath. Her chest heaved as she scrambled back up onto her knees again, instantly resuming her default position in front of him.
"I'm sorry, Sir," she gasped, still trying to catch her breath.
"Again," he demanded, his voice deep. "Until you get it right." She immediately crawled back between his legs and slid him back into her mouth, hungrily sucking on his cock. "Hands behind your back," he added. She immediately obeyed, clasping her hands behind her back, her tits jutting out in front of her. Her tongue bathed the shaft of his cock, up and down twirling around the head and then traveling back down the shaft. Once again, she took him into her throat, taking a deep breath through her nose before deep throating his cock. He petted her hair as she bobbed up and down on his cock, alternating between sucking on the head and deep throating him.
His eyes traveled back up to Toy, still standing before him, her tits on display. He slid his large, rough hand up, between her thighs. "Open your legs, Toy," he instructed. She hesitated for a brief moment in which he forced his hand up, between her clamped thighs. "Open your fucking legs!" he barked, loudly, making her jump and immediately spread her legs slightly. His fingers rubbed through the slit between her legs, pushing the fabric of her panties up and lodging it between her pussy lips. A smirk spread across his face when he realized how soaked her panties were already.
"Do not hesitate again, slut," he sneered, rubbing his fingers against her clit. A moan escaped her lips, and he watched her open her legs a little more.
"Yes, Sir," she replied timidly, her breath quickening as he pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger. Her mouth dropped open into an 'O', and he felt the wetness of her panties increase.
Feeling Candy's velvet throat, worshipping his cock, he wrapped her ponytail around his free hand again. Candy took a deep breath in through her nose one last time and then swallowed his cock again. Sir pushed his fingers to the side of the fabric in front of Toy's pussy and sunk three of them inside of her. He gripped Candy's ponytail and began to empty his balls into the back of her throat. She immediately swallowed, gulp after gulp, each rope of seed that expelled from him. He pulled himself slowly out of her throat for the last two spurts of cum that splashed into her mouth as she gasped for air again.
His jaw clenched as he watched the puddle of cum gather in the middle of her tongue. He released her hair and ran this finger across her jaw bone. "You may swallow," he stated, his smokey, gray eyes staring at her. She swallowed and grinned at him, her cheeks pink and her breath still fast. "Good girl," he stated.
He withdrew his fingers from Toy's pussy and held them out in front of Candy's face. "This uptight bitch here is soaked listening to you choke on my cock," he stated, rubbing his wet fingers underneath Candy's nose. She smelled Toy's arousal, now on her upper lip, and her mouth watered again. She grinned up at Sir.
Sir tucked his cock back into his boxer briefs and pants and stood up, patting Candy on top of her head. "Did you eat your dinner?" he asked, picking his shirts up off the floor.
"Yes, Sir," she replied, nodding her head.
"Good, girl. It's gonna be a long night," he replied, crouching down to her level and tugging the end of her ponytail, a smirk turning up the corner of his mouth.
"I'm ready, Sir," she responded, nodding adamantly.
"I know you are," he stated, lightly fingering her earlobe and then running its tip across her jawbone and down to her chin. He hooked his finger underneath it and lifted her face more. "Wait and greet my guests," he instructed, "and don't touch your toy yet," he added with a smirk and a wink. "You'll get your chance shortly."
She nodded her understanding, "Yes, Sir." His pants, still undone hung loose and low around his hips, the two deep dimples on his backside, above the band of his underwear showing. She bit her lip and watched him pad, barefooted out of the room and into the kitchen.
Left alone, with this tall, blonde, bombshell, made a knot form in the pit of her stomach. Even bound and blindfolded, there was an air about her that intimidated the young, naked house pet. She used the opportunity alone with her to take in her features more carefully and intentionally. Her blouse was now completely unbuttoned and open, and her tits still hung over the tops of her bra. Her chest heaved with every breath she took, and her bottom lip was pinned nervously between her teeth. Her nipples were still rock-hard pebbles, and Candy watched her squeeze her thigh muscles together, obviously trying to quiet the humming anticipation deep in her pussy.
A knock on the door startled them both, and Candy rose to her feet. She opened the door completely, revealing her naked body to the two grinning men on the other side.
"Goddamn!" one of them exclaimed with a shocked laugh. "He wasn't bullshitting!"
"Please, come in," she stated, her voice shaking and nervous. They both stepped through the door, stopping short when they noticed Toy. Candy shut the door and dropped to her knees again, in her default position.
"Holy fuck!" the other man laughed, shaking his head. "No fucking way!"
