“I need to be pretty for Master!” I yowled as the dog lunged.Metal fleshed.A throwing dagger took the hound in the side of the neck. It crashed in...to a twitching heap before me. Master’s short sword rasped as he ripped it out of its sheath. He whirled to face the regrouped soldiers. They charged in at the brush.I turned to fight them armed with only my claws.Princess Ava – Echur, The Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of ZeutchI trembled beneath my father’s desk, his cock throbbing before. He thought he was inches from pussy, he was disoriented by being in the dark under a skirt, and besides Karen and Alicia were doing who knows what further down his body. I stroked his head and enjoyed the sensation of the blowjob. In no particular order, Karen came, Alicia came, and I came. Karen and Alicia must have been satisfying each other manually. I lifted myself up off Tasha, who finally realized he had been sucking on a real cock, as the remainder of my ejaculation oozed over his. "Fuck me," she cried, "Fuck your wife's dirty pussy! Go on babe, mix your cum with his, fuck your cock up my sloppy cunt!"That was it, Mel's talk was too much and I came hard, spurting my cum deep into her pussy as she ground herself down against me, milking every last drop of spunk from me. I groaned in pleasure at the welcome release, my eyes closed as the orgasm ripped through me.As we lay together afterwards, Mel asked me about my fantasy. "Now that we've calmed down, be honest, would you. I evilly pictured them encased insilky, black stockings. Where did that image come from? His face wasgorgeous. I mean it should have been on the cover of Seventeen. Evenwithout make-up he would have been a finalist at Miss America. Iimagined him with foundation, blush, lipgloss, eyeliner, eyeshadow andmascara. He would romp through the Atlantic City pageant. They wouldrename it the Jamie Pageant. His lashes were an inch long.Was he really a boy?Reacting on instinct, I glanced at his crotch..