“Is it my turn to fuck her?” whispered Mittens (formerly Bella). Her tongue lapped up and down her Master’s cock and batted her eyes. She had performed her heart out. Her Master’s friends had given her head pats, stroked her back and ass, and commented at what a friendly, attentive kitty she was while they watched the hockey game on TV.
Master leaned back on the leather couch, shifting his thigh over to give Mittens better access. Muffin sulked in the corner, head down and turned away from them. She was less than friendly despite her training the night prior on proper oral and guest etiquette. Muffin’s ass glowed a soft pink. Master had cracked his palm against her cheeks as soon as his friends had finished their beers and left.
A waste of training and a total embarrassment.
“Well,” he mused as Mittens switched to bathe his balls with her tongue. “You’ve been a role model tonight, haven’t you? Maybe Muffin has learned something.” Mitten’s eyes lit up in adoration as her lips pursed, sucking the tip of his cock. He groaned in appreciation. “Go get your breeding toy, Mittens.”