Charlie Daniels stood in the hot Texas air and stared at the doorbell. He still could not believe his good fortune. He and he alone of all the site members had won the contest. He was going to be Vixen and PussyKat's pet for a day.
Of course, the contest had promised happiness for the rest of his life. But he was sure he would only get the one day with Vixen and PussyKat. Of course, one day with those two would provide him with a lifetime of happy memories. He imagined that he might have a lifetime of happiness after all. He grinned at the prospect.
Just as he reached for the doorbell, the door swung open, and there they were before him, right next to each other. PussyKat's fabled boobs to be exact.
She was not wearing a shirt.
She didn't appear to be nearly as shy as she claimed to be in her bio.
"Hi," she said, in a slight, recently acquired Texas drawl. "You must be Charlie. Come on in. Vixen's in the back fixing up a treat for you."
PussyKat led Charlie to a back room. The air conditioning made the house almost cold, a refreshing change from the inferno outside.
Vixen was making final repairs on a wrist strap affixed to a leather table-like bed. She was wearing a white leather bustier and looked up at Charlie with those sultry dark eyes of hers. She was even more beautiful than in her pictures.
"Here, let me take your things for you, Charlie," she said.
"My things?" asked Charlie. He wasn't exactly wearing a winter coat, giving the oven-like conditions outside.
"You know, your clothes. Pets don't normally wear clothes, Charlie."
He felt PussyKat's huge naked breasts pressing against his back as she reached around from behind him to unbuckle his belt. She definitely did not seem to be as shy as she claimed in her bio.
"And of course we shouldn't be wearing clothes, either. Should we, Charlie?" Vixen said in that deep throaty voice of hers.
"I mean after all we are animals ourselves. PussyKat's a feline, and Vixen means a female fox. Animals don't wear clothes, do they Charlie?" Vixen asked, as she quickly stripped off her bustier and stepped out of her red lace panties. Her breasts were even bigger in real life than they appeared to be in the pictures on the site.
Charlie's own pants were around his ankles now. Things were happening much more quickly than he had ever dreamed. "What about your husband?" he asked Vixen, remembering her bio.
"Oh, he doesn't care what we do with housepets," she said. "He wouldn't get jealous of a silly pet. Hell, he's got a roomful of his own.
A roomful? Charlie thought. But he didn't ask the obvious question.
They were all naked now, and Vixen and PussyKat helped Charlie get up on the leather-covered table, where they strapped his arms and legs into an "X" position.
Vixen climbed on top of Charlie's naked chest. He could feel the warm wetness of her pussy against his skin as she slid up his chest to afford him a better view of her crotch.
"Do you like what you see, Charlie?" Vixen asked. "As a contest winner, you get to see us much closer up than on the site."
Charlie tried to express how much he like what he saw by stretching his tongue out in the direction of Vixen's crotch, hoping to catch a drop of her nectar, to taste her essence.
Vixen responded by sliding of top of Charlie's face, lodging Charlie's tongue deeply in her cunt. She began to ride Charlie, sliding up and down his face as he lapped at her frantically.
In the meantime, PussyKat had climbed aboard the leather-coated table and began lapping at Charlie's balls and prick. He could swear that her tongue felt raspy, like a cat's.
"Purr," purred PussyKat, as she took Charlie's left ball in her mouth. "I can see that Dr. Greib was not exaggerating this time," she added approvingly, stroking Charlie's wand.
Greib was the guy Charlie had to see in order to get measured for the contest. Charlie remembered that Greib had certified him as coming in at exactly nine inches when fully aroused. Greib's score was one of the things that had helped him win PussyKat and Vixen's contest.
