Trixie is my Pet. She is a perky blonde, athletic and spunky.
Trixie likes to play games with her Master. One game we played recently involved an old mutual friend, Chloe. Chloe is a smart fashionista, blonde and thin. Trixie often fantasizes about Master fucking Chloe. So….
Master went to Chloe’s house one night and had drinks, while Pet was being particularly disobedient. After spilling wine on his shirt, Chloe insisted she could remove the stain and offered an old t shirt from her drawer. Master unbuttoned his shirt, removed it, and offered it to Chloe. Chloe handed Master the t shirt and Master put it on. They finished out the night, laughing and talking about old times (Chloe is a friend, but Master had never played with her). After the night had passed, Master returned home wearing The Shirt. He threw it into the laundry.
One of Trixie’s tasks is to launder and press Master’s clothing. As a professional, Master required crisp white shirts and perfect presses. Anything less resulted in a whipping. There were NO exceptions, as she discovered quickly (that is another story).
Trixie found The Shirt as she was performing this task. Master had told her about what happened earlier, so she knew instantly as she grabbed it that it belonged to Chloe. She knew Master’s things, and took great pride in that. She held it to her face, taking in Master’s scent and Chloe’s particular scent, a combination of high quality organic detergent and a familiar perfume that sent an electric thrill down her back. She folded it perfectly, setting it aside, unlaundered, feeling a little naughty.
That night as she replaced Master’s things, she placed The Shirt on the dresser. At bedtime, Master noticed it and they both laughed. Trixie was fresh out of the shower, anticipating that she would be the object of Master’s attention; a good Pet senses a Master’s needs and prepares accordingly (Yet another story, lol).
“Put it on”, Master commanded. Trixie hesitated, unsure if he was joking. She secretly hoped something like this would happen, and her taut abdomen flushed with heat. “I’m serious baby, put it on” he insisted. She picked up The Shirt and slid into it in one lithe motion. Trixie had a way of putting on a shirt that made you want to take it off.
Master got on the bed, turning on his knees to face her. “Come here” he ordered, and she obediently complied. Trixie always complied, that was one of the things he loved about her (another thing he loved was her occasional resistance to comply). She bent over the bed and placed Master’s hard cock in her mouth. It’s familiar taste was comforting to her, and she often sucked it at random times during the day; not to completion, but just to prepare Master for that night
Trixie heard the click of an iPhone camera. She knew Master was taking a picture of her in the mirror. She sucked harder and thought about how much he loved her ass, knowing that he would grab her hair soon and she grew wetter at the thought. She felt his left hand grab her hair at the root on the nape her neck, right where it is the most sensitive. He twisted her around and pushed her down on her back, opening her legs with his.
Trixie instinctively spread her wet lips as he pushed the head of his cock into her (the exact response Master wanted). They both moaned in unison as she gave herself to him, feeling his heavy balls on her ass as his thickness sank fully into her. He pulled The Shirt up around her neck, exposing her perky little tits, and took an eraser-like nipple into his mouth. Master became almost animal like as Chloe’s scent combined with Trixie’s, sending him into a primordial frenzy. “You like that baby, you like to get fucked in your friend’s shirt?” He laid into her, and she wrapped her sexy legs around Master’s back and came hard. She felt Master spasming inside her. matching her orgasm as he filled her with his warmth. He stayed in her for a few minutes as she milked his cock with her pussy, just like her first boyfriend taught her. Fully drained, he pulled her to his stomach as he rolled on his back, their scent mixing with The Shirt. Trixie loved to please her Master, and being pleased was her extra little bonus, one that she could never get enough of. They drifted away together, sleeping like only lovers can.
After wearing the shirt all night, Trixie began using the Shirt as a cleanup towel after sex, as a place for Master’s cumshots, and frequently hid it under Master’s pillow any time she wanted to play. If enough women or couples ask, I might be able to convince her to let me show you the picture of her ass while she wore it.
I told you she was a perv.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5fxtg0/my_pet_is_a_secret_fucking_perv_the_shirt