Youâre home from a dinner date, and you get nice and settled for bed. You put on a comfort show, a YouTube video, Netflix, what have you. Focusing on the screen and relaxing, about twenty minutes go by in what feels like seconds before you feel a familiar presence crawl into the bed beside you. Without even having to look you know who it is.
âYes, Pretty Possum?â
A soft yet sleepy voice answers from underneath the covers beside your lap.
A smile crosses your lips, the voice sounding so innocent, but the thoughts swirling in your brain are the most unholy. Just imagining his sleepy moans as you slowly finger his soaking cunt. Curling your fingers up into his g-spot, making him gasp and squirm. Youâre pulled back into the present moment as you speak.
âSweet Pretty Possum is eepy? Is that so?â
You decide to curl up beside him. Pulling his small body close to yours, you keep him nice and warm against your body. He gives a sleepy but content moan. You chuckle softly to yourself as you keep your hand around his waist, slowly traveling further down his thigh. Possum gives another moan, his body already following your cues without a single command. His legs parting slightly for easier access, you have trained his body well.
âLook at youâŠalready following unspoken commands~âŠsuch a slutty, desperate little thing~â
Your hand finds its way to his inner thigh, giving a firm squeeze. A whine leaves his mouth as you speak again.
âI know you said youâre sleepy, but you can give Daddy at least one right~?â
Another firm squeeze but harder this time. Another whine, accompanied by a small nod from your pet. Another smile forms on your lips. Your hand pulls his boxers down, slowly reaching back up his thigh. His legs parted more, your fingers just lightly tracing his lips, the wetness already dripping down his folds.
âOh you are already soaked, my Pretty Possum~, such a good boy, being prepared for Daddy.â
Possum whines again, turning into moans as you sink two fingers into his wet cunt, curling them straight into his g-spot. You just wanted to see his mind melt, you knew the amount of stress Pretty Possum has been under. And what kind of owner would you be if you didnât help your little fuck pet reset their brain to default settings; mindless and obedient? Canât have your pet being too stressed for use nowâŠ
âMmm~! D-Daddy! F-fuck!â
âYes, Pretty Possum?â
You curl your fingers into his g-spot again, pressing down and lessening the pressure in a steady rhythm. As if you were beckoning his climax to come through him with your middle and ring finger. His back arches as his legs twitch, you slow your pace to an agonizingly slow speed.
âNuh-uh. Donât you fucking close those legs.â
You increase your pace again to how it was before. Possum can feel themselves building up tension. He can feel it. Heâs almost to the edge. You can feel his walls spasm and tighten, so you quickly position yourself between his legs. Your tongue immediately lapping at his clit as you keep moving your fingers. He covers his mouth as a muffled yell comes from him. Juices leaked around your fingers, dripping down your hand, and onto the sheets below.
âGood boyâŠNowâŠOne more time for DaddyâŠâ
Then it was anotherâŠand anotherâŠand another. Until Pretty Possum could no longer formulate words.
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