Master and His Pet (Ch 1)
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It's been a while since I've last seen my master. Maybe because it's we were a perfect match that we burned out so quick in the heat of passion, even now when I've settled down I miss him. My rough dominant husky. If my husband ever finds out I'll probably be killed so, Luke. If you're reading this. Stop now unless you want couples therapy or something. Anyway, let me begin.
My master and I, Alex, met on one of those shitty gay meetup apps for one night stands and drunken sex you'll regret the next day. I can't remember the name of it since it's been abandoned but I remember the stupid noise it made. An annoying ringing sound. When he said "Hey what's up cutie ;)" I could tell he was a classy guy. A simple wink led to me and him meeting up at some café downtown, he wore a small shirt and tight pants. He obviously didn't care if people saw what he was packing and it honestly turned me on.
"Are you..." his voice was deep and manly making my body shudder my brain already imagining him whispering dirty things in my ear as he pushed me against a wall. "Denali?" he looked up at me his sea blue eyes shining in the sun, a great contrast to his dark gray fur that seemed to absorb light. "Y-yeah, I am. Alex?" I asked blushing lightly holding out a paw for him to shake, he grabbed it and pulled me close grinning "You're cute" he spoke softly "And that blush isn't helping me keep this monster in it's cage" he motioned to his bulge. "I already rented a nice room, promise no one was killed there. Let's go"
Next thing I knew I was in a motel room my pants tossed to the side in only my shirt my cock tenting my tight underwear, he was over me his thick musky cock close to my muzzle. "Open up bitch" he talked softly grinning down at me, "I-" before I could object he shoved his cock in my maw fucking my muzzle like the toy he was using in his gallery. I thought to myself as I gagged "Oh right, rough was one of his preferences" his thick pointed canine cock pushed against the back of my throat making me shudder and gag harder.
He only leaked pre in my maw telling me if my ass was the one in my gallery (which it was) then he wanted to stuff me, he pushed me on my stomach not even giving me a warning before he roughly shoved his fat tool in my tight hole fucking me like he hated my guts. I moaned his name as loud as I could in ecstasy not use to being treated like a toy, my eyes watered and my breath hitched. "Fuuuuck! Master!" I pushed my claws into the bed knowing I should have loosened myself up with a dragon toy before this meetup. "Master? It's barely the first round and you've already given yourself to me? You have no self-respect do you slut?" he gripped the back of my head tight pulling on my fur. I moaned again not knowing I got off to being humiliated
"I-I'm not a slut!" my voice was more of a submissive moan his husky cock slamming against my sweet spot over and over my cum already coating the bed. "Oh yeah slut?" he stopped his thrusts and pulled my fur so I arched my back "Beg like a bitch in heat if you want me to go again, I know you want to" I tried to hold back but couldn't. I was putty in his hand and he knew it. After a night full of hard fucking and begging we both ended up cuddling on the bed the sheets thrown across the room lube packets and unused condoms strewn across the room. "Wanna be my pet husky? No one has survived my rough fucking and I don't think I wanna leave you just yet..." he smiled at me making my heart melt. "Y-yeah sure"
I fell asleep in his arms and the next morning I woke up to his phone number on the bed, the money for the motel and a cheap breakfast. The orange juice was as bitter as his cum and the memory made me laugh. That's how I became the pet husky to a husky