His Sole Purpose

His Sole Purpose

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The sole purpose of a pet is to bring me comfort and joy. So it didn’t matter to me if Peter was busy or relaxing. I was horny, and that meant he had a job to do. Sauntering through the house, completely naked, I looked for my little pet. I didn’t call out to him; he’d be easy enough to find. The dotting little mutt never wandered far from me.

The kitchen tile felt cool on my bare feet as I padded through toward the living room. Just as I suspected, Peter was stretched out on the floor with a throw pillow from the couch propping up his head. He loved to lie on the floor. He said it reminded him of his place. My cute little pet was doomscrolling on his phone with his earbuds in. He didn’t look up to taggle his tail or make any acknowledgment of my presence, so he must not have heard me enter.

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Your Mouth Is a Cunt

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My finger traces the outline of your lower lip. Drool cascades down your chin as the open-mouth gag keeps your hole stretched wide. There are tears of struggle leaking down your cheeks, and more blink free when I glide two of my fingers along the surface of your tongue and right down your throat. My fingers wiggle in the back of your throat, and I release an exaggerated sigh of disappointment.

“You’re still gagging way too easily.” I snatch my fingers free and wipe your spittle on your cheek. Mixing it with your tears. “Fuck his cunt again.” I bark at the throat-training bull standing beside me.

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