Rhonda Gets Unleashed (But Still Leashed)
A man came into the room that Rhonda only vaguely recognized, one of a very few of Jim's co-workers that didn't outright leer at her whenever he brought her along to the company parties. She didn't remember his name, but she remembered that he was new, and it was an obvious sign of just how well he was getting along with Rhonda's husband that he was naked with a jutting erection and a sinfully crooked smile on his face. "So, Puppy," he said, unhooking Rhonda's leash from the peg on the wall and giving it a little tug, "I hear you like to be useful. Do you want to show me all the ways you can be useful to me, hmm?"
Rhonda let out a tiny grunt of arousal as her eyes briefly unfocused; Jim must have told this man plenty, because he was saying all the right things to rub hard on the clit in Rhonda's mind and make her wet and needy and eager to please. She didn't even need the leash to draw her closer to the man's urgent, leaky erection--just the act of removing it from the hook acted as a hypnotic trigger to turn Rhonda into her dumb, happy puppy-self and Puppy always knew what to do with a bone. She knelt in front of him, her lips engulfing his whole shaft all the way down to the base without bothering to wait for an instruction, and his gasp of pleasure was enough to make Rhonda drip onto the carpet.
He tightened his grip on the leash, not to hold Rhonda in place but simply to remind her of the dynamic between them, and his hips began to rock back and forth as he plowed her mouth with his hard cock. "That's a good Puppy, that's a good dumb horny Puppy for Master," he purred, and Rhonda's cunt got so wet she could actually feel it leaking down her thighs; they were all Master to her, every man that Jim brought home and gave permission to hold the leash, and the delicious degradation of being a free-use cocksleeve for anyone and everyone who asked did even more than the hypnosis to train Rhonda into obedience. She'd suck cock like this for hours if they let her.
But Jim's new friend couldn't last hours, and in fact the sheer ecstatic shock of finding out that his co-worker's wife didn't even have a gag reflex anymore meant he only lasted a handful of minutes, and soon the leash was back on the peg and the man was asking with slightly sheepish hesitation if she was doing okay and if she got what she wanted. Rhonda nodded eagerly to both, her eyes darting back and forth between the leash and the stranger's drooping cock--Puppy had a habit of lingering when she still had the collar on after giving oral, and she found that she really wanted to pant and smile and let her tongue loll out in blissful anticipation more than speak.
Thankfully, the man got the hint, and he took the leash back off the peg and sat down on the edge of the bed so that Rhonda could lavish attention on his heavy balls and bring him back to full mast. "You sure do have a way of convincing a guy, don't you, Puppy?" he asked, a playful smirk on his face, and Rhonda couldn't help it--she let out a little yip of agreement as her dumb doggy-brain took over. She didn't always go that deep, but something about giving this young man his first time made her really want to drop… and she could already tell that she wasn't going to let him leave until his balls were completely and totally drained.
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