"Hey, so, hi," Tori said, stepping forward, with no idea what she was saying—her mouth running away from her, trying to lubricate a social situation that couldn't help but be awkward.
Not that the breeder proffered any embarrassment. He barely canted his head to see her, keeping the lion's share of his attention on Jade, who was letting out a continuous series of pleasured moans. Almost like a tea kettle just coming to a boil. He rocked his hips, pumping gently into her. Keeping Jade at a steadily ebbing state of orgasmic ecstasy that, Tori had to admit, she envied like crazy.
"I'm a friend of Jade's," Tori explained. She pointed: "That's Jade, in case you don't know her name... unless she doesn't want you to know her name. In which case it probably isn't Jade, it's just someone that looks like Jade. Is that you, Jade? I don't know; we haven't seen each other since high school. And usually, I'm a bit more intimate with people I have threesomes with... I haven't even met you, sir, but congratulations on how, uh, cock-drunk your paramour is. She might be named Jade."
Jade spoke like she was talking in her sleep, her eyes closed, her head weaving as she tried to hold it somewhere close to upright: "What the fuck do you want, Tori?"
"But I couldn't help but notice that my friend Jade, or someone who looks like her, really wants to get bred, and if I could help out in any way... any sexual way... I'm a very sexual person. I don't know if you knew that about me. Would you like to take a break from fucking her and fuck me? No pressure, just putting it out that... Jade looks like she's maybe had enough for now..."
"Fuck... you..." Jade drawled out. "I'm getting his cum... don't need any help... he's breeding me... with his... big..."
Her head pitched forward, long dark hair falling in front of her face like a curtain descending in front of an ended stage act. Tori bit her lip.
That didn't look like a boxer who was making it to the ninth round.
Then the breeder was reaching out to her. His hand caressed Tori's long slender neck. It slid to the hemline of her low-cut dress. Fisted itself in the fabric that was meant to shield her cleavage from view. It seemed like there was more than muscle brought to bear on her. She could've pulled away, even with his firm grip, but seeing that masculine lust for her—his drive to possess her—Tori couldn't resist that any more than a man could resist water in the desert.
Sorry, Jade...
she thought as he reeled her in... the man that was still inside Jade, still technically fucking her even as he kissed Tori.
When they kissed, it felt like a thousand tiny butterflies moving in teasing circles through her belly... like a fire in her cunt that sent luscious wisps of smoke all through her body... Tori tried to get more of his lips, of his wicked mouth and his tongue and the first taste of pleasure that she knew would lead to more and more... but the breeder's hand was firm. He held her in place, even though it jarred her neckline out of place, making her nipples slip out of their concealment.
"Tell me you're a whore," the breeder said, with the same calculated defilement he had used to raise Jade's ire so much. "Tell me you want my cum."
Tori wasn't the same way as Jade—not the rageaholic she was—the breeder's provocation wouldn't work on her. She almost wanted to tell him. But it worked in a different way. She wanted to please the breeder, wanted to make him happy with her, and his dire commands gave her a way to satisfy him. A way of showing she was compliant.
Eager beaver,
she heard Jade's voice ring in her ears. A G-rated taunt back in their schoolgirl days, but the sizzling look Jade had directed down between Tori's legs had made it clear what exactly she was referring to.
"I'm a whore," Tori breathed, feeling the oddest sense of relief as she said it. Well, she'd been acting like a whore. Now she'd admitted it and there wasn't any shame. "I want your cum!" She almost sounded proud.
Her lips stayed parted after she said it; Tori realized why when he kissed her again and his tongue plunged into her mouth, playing heatedly against hers. Then she pushed her own tongue into his mouth. He closed his lips around it, sucking on it vigorously while his hands played along the front of her dress. Kneading her passionately swollen breasts through her lacy black bra.
She felt like a pet that had earned its owner's favor and was getting petted as a loving reward. Maybe he would call her a good girl... Tori would like that... she wasn't like Jade, getting off on insults and abuse. The breeder had called her a whore, but he didn't make it sound like a bad thing. It felt good now, if she was being a whore... if she did want his cum... however she felt, it felt good!
Her nipples hardened to a painful throb; the breeder's hand slipped into her cleavage, underneath her bra, and squeezed deep into the heft of her breast. His other hand drew her skirt up over her trembling thighs. His touch dipped underneath it, and Tori absurdly grabbed her own hemline to hold it up out of the way while he caressed her thighs.
Tori gibbered. Her eyes crossed. She knew she was hot, but she'd never realized how firm and supple her thighs were until she had a man touching them, massaging them,
enjoying
them. His fingers slicked up the inside of her crotch and touched her white panties. They didn't match her bra, but Tori hadn't thought anyone would notice. Who would in this sexless world? Now she was so excited to be a hot mess... heat careening through her starving pussy...
"I'm usually such a good girl," she moaned. "I didn't even... didn't even match my bra and my panties..." She tittered. "You made me a whore."
"Heh," the man said, the word genuine, from deep in his chest, and Tori felt a sharp stab of lust at having pleased him.
"You made me a whore," Tori continued, wanting more of his happiness with her. She petted his broad chest, smiled up into his hungry eyes. "You made me want your cum..."
