Puppy's First Treat

He was quivering, the pathetic thing. I smiled to myself as my hand reached out slowly and rested on his shaking thigh. What a sight, this tiny man trembling over me. I probably should have known he would. I doubted he'd ever even seen a girl shirtless beyond the screen of his crappy gaming p.c.

Jeremy and I'd never been friends, but we both knew of each other growing up in the same small rural town. Mostly I preoccupied myself with my body, the one thing in this world I truly cared about, with one exception; sex. I loved watching my thick, muscular thighs squeeze around my partners' heads as they licked at me like they'd never eaten a day in their lives.

I never figured that I'd want the same view from the local geek, but one word changed that.

"Hi."

I looked at the frail body through his reflection in the gym mirror and it took me a second to recognize him. Usually, he wore an oversized hoodie and sweats that looked like they were one large gust of wind from dropping to his ankles. Today, however, he wore a simple t-shirt and basketball shorts. His too-small arms and legs were somehow paler than my backside and he blushed as I slowly looked him up and down, then back up again.

'Nearly cute,' I thought to myself before opening my mouth to speak.

"Can I help you?" I asked indifferently, turning around to look down at the suddenly very red man.

"Uh yeah, c-can you please show me how on earth to use that thing?" He pointed at the leg press. "I want to try to tone my legs a little, but I don't want to mess up and look like more of a dork than I already do here."

I laughed loudly at that and said, "Oh please, nobody here cares, we're just glad you're here trying. Yeah, I'll walk you through it, let's get some lighter weights on it." I placed a large hand on his shoulder and led him back to the machine before placing some twenties onto the spokes on the sides. I showed him how to use it, laying down on the chair and pressing my legs against the platform, pushing it up, then slowly lowering it back to its starting position. He tried next, his legs shuddering beneath the weight before getting it up. "See, not so bad, huh? Don't worry, I won't let it get you," I teased and he scowled as best he could.

"I guess I maybe was more afraid than I should have been, whether it was the machine or you though, I'm not entirely sure," he said before again turning a deep shade of red.

'Smooth, very smooth. Okay tiny thing, I'll play.'

"Don't worry, there will be plenty of time to be afraid of me later," I said looking straight down at his lovely, nearly pretty face.

And so began our daily workouts, and before I knew it, I was inviting this fun-sized creature to my home after the gym. Jeremy was an incredible conversationalist, and even though I wanted nothing more than to tear his clothes to shreds and bite every inch of his small body, I found myself listening too, actually interested in his words.

After some weeks of this routine, however, the small amount of tone building on him must've made him braver because he started flirting with me lightly, going so far as asking me to massage him after the gym. Understanding exactly what he needed, I always massaged his entire body, spending a longer time than necessary between his legs, rubbing at the muscles on his inner thighs. He'd always shake slightly but stopped me before he could let himself go too far. Today was different though, he didn't stop me.

Oh yes, this little slut was quivering today as I let my pinky finger wander closer to his most sensitive spots while the rest of my hand kneaded at the stiff muscle on his right leg. I saw a slow movement underneath his shorts and he noticed my hungry stare.

"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"To enjoy my touch? You don't like it when I touch you there?" I interrupted, moving my hand to his now entirely hard prick. Jeremy whimpered then, his hips rising slightly to my open palm, inviting me to rub against him.

"Oh, so you do enjoy this. Maybe I should stop if you can't be honest with me," I smiled darkly, grabbing his hair with my other hand and forcing him to look directly into my eyes.

"No!" he nearly shouted before regaining some amount of composure, "I mean, please don't stop. I'm just nervous is all."

"Hmmm, how about we just get rid of these entirely then?" I gestured at his clothes,

"Let me fully enjoy my new toy before I let you touch me," I stepped back and let him strip slowly. Fuck, I was so wet now. Watching him shakily remove his shorts before his tiny black undergarments nearly broke me. I wanted to destroy him, make him beg before I squeezed out every drop of cum from him. I wanted to see him cry as I continued pumping even after he stopped orgasming.

I shook my head as Jeremy finished stripping, trying to clear out the rougher thoughts. Soon, but not yet. New toys weren't ready for punishment, I would savor him for now. I looked down toward his cock, smiling lightly. It was uncircumcised and slightly under average, but not useless. Yes, this could still bring me to climax, if he could withstand the foreplay I planned for him.

"What a beautiful little puppy you are," I whispered, now stripping off my own clothes. His cock twitched as he looked upon my naked body, no doubt staring at my rippling muscles, still slightly shiny from our workout earlier.

"P-puppy?" he asked softly, looking back to my face.

"Of course. You're just like a puppy. Cute, loyal, and fucking needy." I laughed as he blushed the deepest red I'd ever seen, and then I took a step toward him, my hand reaching out to cup his chin.

Then, I kissed him, hard. It was not romantic, but hungry and slow. I forced his mouth open with my tongue and then explored every inch of his mouth with it, my clit twitching at the moan that escaped him. Holy fuck, he really was just so cute.

When I pulled away he gasped for air, and I let my hand return to his cock, gliding my forefinger up and down the top of his length. Precum formed at the tip and I scooped it up with the same finger.

"Open your mouth, slut," I demanded, plunging it into a face that hesitantly opened. I fucked his mouth with one finger, then two, for a short time, watching his eyes widen before he sucked his juices down. "Good boy, now I think you've had enough touch for some time, how about we take care of your little problem once you've taken care of mine. After all, this," I gestured toward my soaked sex, "is all your fault."

"I-how do you want me to..." he trailed off as I sat back on the couch, spreading my legs slowly in invitation.

"On your knees love," I said and he obeyed without question. He crawled toward me slowly and I sighed as his head moved between my thighs.

The first lick was too soft, holding too much of his leftover hesitation from before. I grabbed him by the hair and forced him down harder between my legs. "Eat it right, or I'll just rub your nose against it until I cum on that pretty little face," I said in a tone that had him licking me in earnest. He brought his lips to the top and sucked my clit slowly, and then he brought up two fingers and slid them into me, curving them up slightly to rub against my g-spot. At least the nerd knew how to eat out, no doubt years of study giving him the skill.

"Fuck, you're good. Keep this up and I might have to chain you to my bed so I can use that pretty little tongue any time I need," I said in a low voice that almost became a growl as he whimpered against me.

That whimper became a yelp of surprise as my thighs clenched around his head, locking my toy in place as I came, drenching his face in my fluids. When I let him go, he fell back onto the carpeted floor, gasping for air. I leaned back, basking in the glow of my relief.

When I looked up again, Jeremy was still leaning against the floor, his cock now so hard a vein slightly stuck out. He looked at me shyly, and asked, "Did I do a good job?"

"Oh, my wonderful puppy, you are covered in the proof of how well you did. It takes a pro to make me squirt like that, I am thoroughly impressed. Are you sure you've never eaten out before? I've had fully trained sluts do much worse," I raised a single brow and he squirmed in place.

"No, I've-I've never done more than fingering," he said in a near whisper, looking away.

"Oh don't worry, we'll fix that today, don't you worry. Now, let's go to my room, shall we? I want to fuck you in the comfort of my bed," I picked him up in both arms and began to carry him to my bedroom. The slut took a nipple into his mouth as I reached the door, and I paused to enjoy the feeling of his tongue. After a few seconds, we entered the room.

When I placed Jeremy on the satin sheets of my queen-sized bed, he paused to look around. It was simple, a dresser, a closet, and a nightstand. There were no decorations unless you were to count the many, many toys hung on the deep purple walls. His eyes darted across them, pausing long enough at the ten-inch strap-on to make me chuckle.

"Not today, but yes, that ass belongs to me too. If you still want to be my toy after today, you'll have to learn to take cock as well as any slut." I said, kissing the top of his head before laying him down and crawling on top of him. "For now, why don't we take care of this?" I suggested, stroking his length softly before lining it up with my entrance. I paused slightly before asking, "May I?"

Jeremy nodded and I lowered myself onto him, taking him in completely. He gasped and moaned loudly. I took this as an invitation to slowly ride him, my pace speeding up every time he breathed out.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck that's incredible. You're so warm!" He cried out as I rode him quickly, my hand finding its way to his hair.

I bent down and kissed him softly before whispering into his ear, "Just wait until you cum inside of me, there's nothing like it." With that, I sped up even more, the friction between us making my clit twitch again.

His thighs clenched as my own did and he cried out, "Oh fuck I'm cumming." His words brought me to my own climax. After we were done panting, I rose off him slowly, making sure little of his seed could escape me, and rested my sweat-covered body down next to his. I patted my chest in invitation and without hesitation, Jeremy rested his head on it.

"Thank you," he whispered.

"You're welcome," I ran my fingers through his hair, and satisfied, we fell into a deep sleep.