New Town, New Pet [MF]

I had just moved to town for a job. For a few weeks I kept to myself and mostly focused on work and settling in to the small house I was renting.

But I knew my ex Liana was in town. We had broken things off agreeably back then, both moving but keeping in touch as friends. So I asked if she wanted to hang out. She told me there was a small get together her friends were doing and might be a good chance for me to meet some new people. I agreed and went.

The party was great. It was in an apartment a couple of floors above Liana’s. Liana had already offered her couch for me to sleep on so we were set for me to stay late. I got along with everyone very well, but I am who I am.

There was one woman I couldn’t keep my eyes off. She was short, curvy, with green eyes, long brown hair, a goofy sense of humor, and a dirty mouth that was quick to fire off. I was enraptured.

More than once I caught her watching me as well, and we soon found companionship in our trash talking, dirty jokes, and crude innuendo.

The night wore on until everyone was either passed-out drunk, had gotten rides home, and Liana and her fwb had gone back to her apartment. Katrina pouted. It was just the two of us still up and going and she didn’t want to sleep yet. I offered to play a card game. We settled on poker. I told her it was not as fun if nothing was on the line.

“How about, we have the option to gamble clothes or shots?”

“Did you forget I had a boyfriend, pervert?” She demanded, gesturing to the tall skinny man passed out and drooling on the couch.

“Then you’ll be so hammered in a few rounds I’ll have to lay you on the couch beside him while I sober up.” I grinned.

“Nah. You’ll have to explain why you are sleeping naked on Liana’s couch in the morning after listening to her fuck all night.”

“I’m glad you’re ready for your lesson.” I wink. I choose to take her challenge as acceptance and start dealing the cards before she can say anything else.

The first hand had her doing a shot. The second had my boots on the floor. Three shots in after a night of partying and she knew her mistake. I still had the option of shots, a belt, my jeans and underwear. And I caught her looking at me between her cards.

“My pants for yours.” I offered. She scowled. Looked over me. And biting her lip picked up the cards I dealt. I took her pants. Then her shirt. Then she took my pants. She was fucking perfect in her black underwear. I was hard as a rock under the table and my boxers couldn’t hide it.

She lost the next round. And hesitated when it was time for her bra.

“I would take a dance instead.” I offered. She stood and looked uncertain.

The music was still playing. I pushed my chair back and patted my knee. She turned bright red. It was beautiful.

“I didn’t fucking say a lap dance, man whore.” She fumed.

“I won the round, pet. Bra, or you come sit in my lap and give me a little dance.” I smiled wickedly. Her eyes drifted over me and my hard-on straining the leg of my boxers.

“I’m not a fucking animal.” She growled.

“The wet spot on your panties says you want to let loose like one.” I challenged. Her eyes snapped to mine.

“Now, pet. Decide. Before I come take it.” I purred softly. Her blush complimented her green eyes with utter perfection. I patted me knee.

She raised her chin and walked over to me. Her hips swayed. She put her hands on my shoulders and sat on me. I didn’t touch her as she closed her eyes and started grinding on me. Sliding along me as she lost herself in the music. She was soaking through her panties and my boxers, her breathing turning to pants as she got into the rhythm. A small moan escaped her.

“Look at me, pet.” I said sharply. “Look at me when you moan for me while you use my cock to grind your needy little pussy on.”

Her eyes snapped open, her lips slightly parted. She didn’t say anything. A new determination was in her.

She grew more fierce. More forceful. Like she was determined to make me cum in my boxers. Fuck me, she could have. But she was breathing ragged now. Her nails dug into my shoulders. Her body tensing as she fought to hold off.

Little moans escaped her. “Oh, fuck me. Don’t you want to fuck me you dirty boy?” She moaned. Bending to kiss me.

I grabbed her hair, and smacked her ass hard enough to jolt her. She squealed in shock.

I gripped her ass and forcefully guided her hips to continue grinding. Then spanked her again.

“I do. I want to fuck your needy little pussy until you see stars, Pet.” I growled. Her thighs tensed around me and her eyes were getting heavy.

“Then do it.” She half begged.

“No.” I stated.

She stopped. So I smacked her ass again and gripped her hips to keep her grinding. She quickly resumed.

“Right now you are acting like needy, drunk little slut.” I say. Her thighs tense again. She continues grinding.

“So you can hump me like a bitch in heat until you cum tonight.” I growl softly. A small spasm rocks her. My hand snakes around her throat. The other smacks her ass. As I squeeze, she lets out a little strangled moan.

“Now. Cum for me, little bitch.” I growl. And she does. Thrusting herself on my leg, her body almost doubles over. She drenches her pants and me. Barely containing her cries with the help of my hand.

I release her throat, and dip my fingers into her creamy juice. I push the fingers into her mouth and she eagerly sucks on them.

“You made a fucking mess, little bitch. So tomorrow after you sober up, you’ll come with me so we can do things properly. With you fully sober.”

She moaned around my fingers and nodded. I pulled them out. And tore her panties off. She squeaked.

“We’ll get you some new ones tomorrow, Pet.” I purr. She bites her lip and nods. She is still lightly grinding on me. Drunk on alcohol and her orgasm.

“Now let’s trade numbers. Then go get cleaned up and go to bed. Tomorrow is a big day.” I say. She moves to kiss me and I stop her again.

“Not yet.” I kiss her cheek. Then smack her ass again. “Get going, pet. Good night.” She looks at me for a second. Her face is turning bright red again. Shame? Desire? I don’t know now.

She leaves to her bathroom and I get dressed and head to Liana’s apartment. My phone goes off. Katrina sent me a pic of her in bed, fingering herself. I tell her she’ll be punished for playing without permission. Then fall asleep on Liana’s couch, still hard as a rock.

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