[MF] Becoming My Landlord’s Pet (Part Seven)

I continued to pump the rubber cock into Michelle’s pussy. Her conversation with those above her were muffled, partially due to being under the desk and between her legs. Mostly due to the fog I was in because of these absolutely *insane* conditions.

I would slow down when I sensed her shiver or shake, or bury the rubber phallus deep within her as her hands grabbed hold of a handful of my hood, her legs squeezing my head.

Eventually the couple left much to my relief. My cock was begging to be freed as it dripped wildly and without pause.

She pushed her chair back, stood up, dropped her skirt and reclined backwards. I resumed fucking her with my face. I watched as she cooed and moaned, looking up at her from my position on the ground. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, cocking her head from side to side as I quickened the pace. Anytime I would slip out of her to run the cock upon her lips or swirl it around her clit, her hands would find my head and shove me back in.

Her orgasm came on strong. She buckled forward in the chair and closed her legs around my puppy hood. I tried to brace myself and pull away but her grip on me was too tight. Low moans filled the office, my landlord kept silent as she crescendoed through her climax. A few deep, heavy breaths helped bring her back down to earth.

Leaving me on my knees, she disappeared into the bathroom. I snapped out of my own subspace long enough to get on all fours, place my ass in the air, and wag my newly acquired tail for Michelle when she entered again. This motion made the precum oozing from my cage stick to my thighs. I could feel the soft hands of my landlord running her fingers upon my skin and tasting all that my caged cock had to offer.

“Good puppy. Did you like that?” She asked, always a rare occurrence.

I barked, wagged my tail and shook my head in agreement. My leash became taut on my collar. I turned around, and found that Michelle did not retreat to the bathroom to clean up and put her skirt back on.

My landlord was *naked*, standing over me, holding my leash in her hand.

We made our way into a secondary office. Out of her business attire, I was surprised to find Michelle was more shapely than her outfits led on. A mother of two, her hips showed signs of birth, her ass jiggled back and forth as she walked before my crawling self. A love seat of leather sat between two ceiling high book shelves that were littered with papers and what I imagine to be various law journals and the like. She herself crawled upon the couch, her knees resting on the cushions, her ass bent over and on full display. She pulled upon my lead.

Once again I found myself slipping the cock gag into her pussy, a full view of her rotund ass greeted my face every time I thrusted in. Michelle chuckled to herself the moment I settled into a steady pace.

“Silly dog! Don’t animals usually smell ass upon greeting each other?”

I knew exactly what she meant. Her hands spread each one of her plump, thick cheeks to the sides.

I plunged into her hole immediately. Good god, I am fucking my landlord in the ass with my *face*. I barked and moaned, my mitted hands held onto her thighs as I pounded myself into her hungry hole. Her intoxicating musk filled my nostrils. The sounds she made as I went to town on her ass in turn made me whimper like a caged dog begging to be freed from its cage. I lost track of time. Did I pound her asshole for three minutes, or thirty? My head spun, I was dizzy, I tried to stay in the moment but I found myself experiencing this whole situation as if I were in the room watching.

I would stay locked. After she experienced another orgasm bent over the couch, she sent me on my way before even bothering to dress. I barely remember taking off my gear.

I woke up in my bed hours later, my thirty minute nap turned into 3 hours. It was dark outside by now and Michelle was gone from the office. I took a long, hot shower. Ashamed I even tried, and ashamed to admit, I tried to come by swirling my finger pathetically the opening in my metal cage. It was useless.  

I was face first into my dinner when my phone buzzed.

“I’m going to mount and breed you like a bitch.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/77thzn/mf_becoming_my_landlords_pet_part_seven