Party Pet

My owner had put me in my cutest lingerie. It's light blue and lacy and it really fits my collar, light pink with a little bell on it. I'm comfy on our bed, my gaming console charging next to me, and the windows are open, a warm summer night breeze moving our curtains.

I'm supposed to be playing some video game, relaxing as the sun sets and the air cools down, but instead I'm anxiously listening to the sounds coming from the living room, a mix of laughter, music and clinking dishes. My owner is having a house party and many of my friends are invited, but I'm not allowed to join them.

"A good pet stays in the bedroom during a party," my owner had reminded me. "If our friends want a quiet moment or to say hello to you, I will send them in. Understood, puppy?"

Of course I understand. Every party needs an emotional support pet. But with at least twenty people in attendance, all of them kinky and sex positive, the urge to mingle with them is getting stronger by the minute. They will come to me, I remind myself. The thought turns me on already, the desire to be a good girl for all my owner's guest, not knowing who I'm going to see, what they are going to ask me to do, but I'm still a little nervous. Are they keeping me waiting on purpose? Is this part of the game?

Somebody turns the music up. People are probably dancing while my owner is mixing drinks. They're a very gracious host, and I'm sure everyone is having fun and making connections while I'm stuck in here. I'm slowly getting pouty and whiny, and I feel like my anticipation is going to kill me, but then the door suddenly swings open and my owner's best friend, Cara, slips inside.

My heart immediately starts beating faster. Cara is one of the most beautiful people I know... Is she really here to see me?

I sit up on the bed and see the way she's smiling. She really came here for me! And with the way she's cooing at me, my owner really prepared her exactly for the kind of roleplay we came up with.

"Aren't you just the sweetest little thing? I can't believe Jamie is keeping you locked up. You're so adorable!" She cups my face with her hands and I can feel myself blush deeply.

"And your little outfit is just darling," she purrs, sliding her hands down to my breasts. "Did Jamie put that on you? I always knew they had good taste."

My sheer lacy bra barely covers my tits and I can feel Cara's touch on my sensitive nipples. I was wet before, but now I must be staining the covers. She's taking it slow and gentle, but I need more and a little whine escapes my lips.

"Aw, is someone getting excited?" she smiles. "What a coincidence, me too!"

I look down and see the outline of her cock straining against her tight dress. I wish she would touch me properly already, but my owner has very strict rules for me and I know Cara will tell on me if I'm not obedient.

"Are you gonna show me what a good girl you are? This can be our little secret," she whispers and pulls up her dress, and my mouth starts drooling a little.

She is not wearing underwear, and her beautiful cock is leaking a bit of precum. She pulls me closer by my collar and I take her in my mouth, even as she pushed her cock in further and further, until it's almost too much for me. My mouth is full and I almost gag on my own drool and her wetness.

But then she lets go, letting me take the lead. I want to show her what a good puppy I can be so badly, I want to make her cum in my mouth or all over my face, but she's still taking it slow, grabbing my hair when I move to fast for her liking.

She lets out little moans and gasps and eventually starts pushing herself in deeper again, and I think I've got her -- she's fucking my face now, slowly but steadily, and I'm getting ready to receive her cum when she pulls out, leaving my mouth terribly empty.

"Save some for the rest of the party, sweetie," she chirps, and I'm left high and... well... wet, as she pulls her dress down and slips out of the room again.

I have strict orders not to touch myself. I'm allowed to cum if someone touches me, but with Cara gone, I have no way to relieve this ache. For a moment I wonder if grinding on a plushie is technically considered "touching myself", but I push the thought away immediately. I'm a good girl. My owner trusts me and I'm not risking a punishment, not tonight.

Lucky for me, the door opens again after a few minutes. I recognize them, too -- we'd talked at kinky parties before. Alicia and Brian are queerplatonic partners, both dominant and known in the scene for choosing subs together. My joy about seeing my friends fades quickly as I remember their reputation -- breaking subs, playing rough, extreme kinks... what will they have in store for me?

Alicia seems able to read my mind and immediately reassures me: "Don't worry, we're just looking for some fun. Nothing serious today. Next time, though... who knows." She grins.

I'm not sure if that is really reassuring to me. Still, I relax into her kiss when she steps up to me and her lips meet mine. She tastes like sweet alcohol and makes me yearn for more, her tongue in my mouth is gentle and sends sparks of pure pleasure straight to my clit.

When we separate, I'm out of breath and realize with a slight panic that Brian has tied up my hands behind my back.

"Oops. Sorry about that," Alicia smiles and boops me on the nose. "If you want your hands back, you better do exactly as we tell you."

She pulls off her lacy panties from under her short skirt and lays down on the bed. "Just one orgasm each, then you're free. That's me being generous."

I try to bend down to lick her pussy, but I'm too clumsy with my hands tied behind my back and not fast enough for her liking. Alicia ends up just pulling me down towards her while Brian steadies me from behind, holding onto the rope that binds my hands together.

Her pussy is wet already, practically dripping onto the bed. I go in for a taste and realize she's slightly sweet and intoxicating, making me want more. I melt into an open mouth kiss, losing myself in the moment, and she moans with pure pleasure.

I almost don't notice Brian putting on a condom behind me, but the crinkly sound of the packet gives him away. I want to look up and instead, Alicia pushes my head back down. "Good girl. Make mommy feel good," she gasps. My heart flutters. She wants me. She needs me. This is everything I imagined and more.

Behind me, Brian pushes my panties aside and fucks into me, burying his entire length in my pussy. I yelp in surprise and pain -- he is bigger than I realized. I can hear Alicia laugh a bit, before I decide to double down and she's back to moaning in no time. She's moving a bit more now, fucking my tongue, and Brian is starting to move as well, slowly but steadily getting us into a rhythm.

I feel like a sex toy trapped between them, almost too overwhelmed, but my panties are rubbing on my clit in a delicious way... I start fucking myself on Brian's cock, getting closer and closer, but never quite reaching orgasm. It's heaven and hell, feeling like my relief is right there and yet so far away, hearing Alicia and Brian enjoying themselves, feeling them all over my body.

Finally Brian takes pity on me and my high-pitched moans. He reaches around and pinches my nipples so hard it sends me over the edge. I'm seeing stars as my orgasm hits me like a wave and I'd probably collapse if I wasn't trapped between the two of them.

When I start thinking clearly again, I realize Brian has been holding back. He's slamming into me harder and deeper, grabbing my hips in an almost painful way. As he cums I can feel him twitch inside me, stimulating me again, making me wish I could just have another orgasm, just a little one, maybe...

Now only Alicia is still holding on, but it seems both Brian and I are determined to help her out. He grabs my head and pushes me deeper into her pussy, forcing me to tongue-fuck her, and leans over to Alicia to whisper in her ear. "Open your eyes, darling. Look at out little puppy slave. She would do anything to please us. Our little slut."

As Alicia opens her eyes, we look at each other, and I can feel her cumming in my mouth, trembling and shaking and flooding my face with wetness.

They stick around to keep their promise to untie me and to clean me up, but they go back to the party way too soon for my liking. My night isn't over yet and I'm feeling insatiable, I need to be touched and used and played with, but all I can do is wait.

I end up actually playing some games, trying to distract myself from the deep, aching need for someone to tease my clit, but it seems that no one else wants to join me.

Only when it's almost the end of the night, the music quieter now as my owner encourages the last few drinks and conversations, the door opens again and a young man slips in.

I've talked to him before but I can't quite recall his name -- still, if he's here, at this party, my owner must consider him trustworthy.

He seems surprised to see me. "Well, this isn't the bathroom," he says. He seems to be about to turn and leave, but then he spots my hopeful expression and smiles. "Ah, what the hell."

He pulls a chair into the middle of the floor and sits down on it. I'm still on my bed, unsure what he is planning to do to me, but still intrigued, when he motions for me to come closer.

"Come here. Let me look at you," he demands. His voice is a bit stricter now, like he's found the part within himself that thrives on telling me what to do, and I obey, stepping closer until I'm right in front of him.

He looks at me, up and down, and reaches out to touch my wet panties. "Poor pet. You're all needy," he says, fake sympathy in his voice, and I instinctively try to grind on his hand, a little whine leaving my lips. He lets out a small laugh.

"If you really need it, you may use my boot. But don't cum yet until I tell you to, got it?"

I want to drop to my knees immediately, but he grabs my face and repeats: "Got it?"

Embarrassed, I nod and then get down on the floor, positioning myself on his black boots so I can grind my clit on them. The embarrassment just turns me on even more and I'm sure I'm doing some kind of permanent water damage to the leather, but in the moment, I don't care. I just need it so badly...

He's just observing me, for now. My face grows a bit hot under his glance, the calm way he is observing my pleasure while I'm falling apart with lust.

Then he unzips his pants, and I almost expect him to ask me to suck his cock, but he just says: "You're such a good, obedient girl. I bet you wouldn't mind being used as a urinal."

My heart skips a beat. Is he really going to...

In that moment, the first drops of his piss hit me. They are warm and I feel so dirty and humiliated, exactly the way I need.

"Don't cum yet," he groans, and I have to move very, very slowly to obey him, because feeling his piss on my tits and between my legs and on my hair is almost enough to send me over the edge.

"You're very pretty like this," he says, and I know he's finished pissing because he immediately starts jerking off. "Look at me. Keep going and look. At. Me."

One hand in my hair, one on his cock, he forces me to look up at him, and I'm close enough to smell his piss and his precum, an intoxicating mix.

"Cum for me," he says, and I do. It's easy, I just have to give in and stop fighting my orgasm. This time I can't stay quiet, I whimper as my body shakes with pleasure, and I'm still enjoying the high when he joins me, cum staining my face and my tits.

We're both out of breath, but we clean up his cum and the massive puddle of pee together. He leaves the bedroom as the people outside are starting to say their goodbyes, and I lay back down on the bed.

I'm still a bit damp, I probably smell like cum and piss and sweat, my makeup is ruined... And still, I'm sure my owner found no time to actually have fun at their party and they'll be pent up and yearning for relief. At that thought, I get wet again. I wonder what else they have in store for me tonight...