A Saturday Morning Special – Fetish – Free Sex Story

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Special thanks to Belphe, a generous volunteer in Literotica.com’s Volunteer Editors program, for editing this piece. All remaining errors and questionable stylistic choices are the sole responsibility of the author.

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Lots of men fantasize about waking up next to two beautiful women. This morning, once again, I get to live that dream.

I’m not going to undersell it. It’s awesome.

The first woman I wake up next to is my Wife, Cat. She is, quite simply, one of the most beautiful women in the world. If you don’t like tall, trim, fit women with perky breasts and perfectly feminine runner’s asses, then I guess you might knock her down a few slots…. maybe. If her looks and her poise didn’t convince you, a single conversation would. She’s fiercely intelligent, confident, charming, and funny. She also loves Sex, and isn’t shy about discussing it. I have a feeling she’d win most of you over.

The second woman I wake up next to is Shayleigh, our twenty-year-old Sex pet. She’s a student at the university where Cat teaches, and she’s been with us for a little over three months now. At a glance, she looks similar to Cat. I’ve come to appreciate every distinction, though, from the smaller breasts, to the lighter hair, to the paler skin, to the more innocent eyes and voice. I guess we’ll have to see if Cat’s next dye job goes from fiery red to something even lighter than Shayleigh’s strawberry-blonde, but if so, that would still count as a difference.

If a conversation with my Wife would win you over, then a mere look from our pet would begin to melt your heart. A few friendly words would finish the job. Shalyeigh’s not the kind of pet who craves punishment. She desires the affection and approval of responsible owners, and sometimes I feel like everything about her — especially those eyes and that voice — was deliberately engineered to inspire feelings of Love and protectiveness.

It should come as no surprise that I wake up with an erection.

On instinct, I move to embrace my little spoon, sliding my cock down to the space below their Ass. I’m still groggy, and I’m not really sure who it is. I feel the warmth of someone behind me, too, and I smile like an idiot. I’m slowly waking up to a life that surely must be a dream. I’m waking up to both Cat and Shayleigh. I just don’t remember which one is where.

I keep my eyes closed. I want it to remain a mystery for just another minute.

I feel the base of a plug brushing against my cock through a thin pair of panties. That tells me nothing on its own. I nuzzle a neck, and give it a bevy of gentle kisses. My nose has a suspicion, but all of our smells are blended together. We’d spent a lot of time last night touching, kissing, and fucking each other.

I reach my arm around and find a breast. I fondle it gently, and feel an erect nipple at the center of a small, smooth hill. It’s longer along the chest than it is high. I can finally tell. It’s Shayleigh.

I open my eyes and see her strawberry-blonde hair. She moans softly. I fully commit to the early-morning fondling session; it’s already clear she wants it too.

I sense Cat moving behind me. She caresses and kisses my back.

“Good morning, you two,” she says. It’s lazy and happy. I hear her yawn, and feel her turn and stretch.

I try not to make too many jokes about her name, but on these sleepy weekend mornings it’s hard to resist. It’s still funny to me that I have a Wife named Cat and a pet named Shayleigh. It would be funnier to have a Wife named Dog and a pet named Wife, but nobody said life would be perfect.

“Good morning, baby,” I reply to my Wife. My words and my breath hit Shayleigh’s ear, though, and she squirms happily against my naked body.

“Good morning Professor Catherine,” Shayleigh says. “Good morning Mr. Taylor. Thank you for letting me sleep in your bed last night.”

“You’re welcome, Shayleigh,” Cat says. “You know we can’t make it a habit, but you were a very good girl for us last night.”

Cat’s approval makes Shayleigh smile; even though I can’t see her face yet, I can tell. I’m certainly giving her something to smile about too, though. My cock is nudging her panty-covered Pussy, and she’s eagerly seeking out the head with her clitty.

I feel Cat’s hand on my back again.

“Well, Jack,” she says, “you left me quite the little present last night, so I’m going to head into the bathroom. Why don’t you go ahead and fill Shayleigh up before your run, like we talked about?”

Last night’s session ended with me Cumming my brains out, directly into Cat’s bowels. She’s just spent the entire night with that load in her plugged Ass.

This morning, I’m scheduled to do the same to Shayleigh. It’s a rare event, at least when Cat’s in the house. She’s very possessive of my cum. Last night, she’d relented. She’d come up with the idea of making Shayleigh go out for our morning run with a batch of my semen deep inside of her. I’m very lucky that I’m the only cum producer in this relationship. Whenever Cat’s femdom fantasies involve Shayleigh taking a load, I’m the guy. I Love being that guy. I take vitamin supplements every single day to make sure I’m an even better version of that guy.

I stop kissing Shayleigh’s neck and ear just long enough to respond to Cat.

“Is Shayleigh allowed to cum while I fill her up, honey?” I ask.

Cat thinks about it for a moment. That’s not good news for Shayleigh, but I know from experience that my Wife‘s gears are turning. She doesn’t deny orgasms just for the sake of it.

“No,” she says. “No, I think Shayleigh needs to have a good run first — just a plugged session is fine. Then you two can come back and Shower, and then, well…”

I smile. It’s going to be a fun day. At least Shayleigh won’t have to endure a ‘full session’ without Cumming. A ‘full session’ includes a remote-controlled vibrator inside her Pussy and around her clitty. We like to tease our pet, but we don’t rig the game completely against her.

Cat makes herself scarce in the bathroom. I move away from Shayleigh. She groans in disappointment when my cockhead retreats from her clitty. I rub her back and shush her.

“I know, baby,” I say, “but you need to be a good girl for Cat today, so you can get your reward tomorrow – and I have a feeling you’ll get taken good care of later.”

Shayleigh nods. She stays on her side, letting me pet her.

“I don’t know if I can stop myself, Mr. Taylor,” she says.

If it were any other pet, I’d know she was playing games. With Shayleigh, it’s impossible to tell. Her voice is forever guileless. She always sounds like she’s telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

“Okay, baby,” I say, “we’ll do it by the hutch. You can brace yourself with both hands. That way you won’t be able to touch your clitty.”

She rolls over and gives me the doe eyes. My heart melts. Cat’s right about me; I’m a complete pushover. If Shayleigh were to ask me to lick her to Orgasm right now, I’m honestly not sure I’d say no.

“You’re going to bend me over the hutch, Mr. Taylor?” she asks.

I honestly can’t tell if she thinks it’s the best or the worst thing in the world. I nod and caress her face. She closes her eyes and smiles.

“You’re going to take me from behind,” she says. It’s not a question. I get the distinct impression that this a ‘best thing in the world’ situation.

My cock throbs, and I just can’t resist. I move in closer and kiss her forehead. I gather her up in my arms, offering her my protection and my Love.

Then I rumble the words into her ear:

“That’s right, Shayleigh. I’m going to fuck you in the Ass like a bitch.”

I feel her entire body get Hot. She squirms in my arms. Before she buries her face in my chest completely, I see it get pink. She’s a blusher. It’s very sexy.

Shayleigh and I have a few little secrets from Cat. They’re fairly innocent, all things considered. Cat doesn’t know quite how much Shayleigh likes being dominated by me. She doesn’t know that sometimes, when she’s at work and has granted us permission to play on our own, Shayleigh gives herself over to me completely. Cat knows all about the Sex. She knows all about the orgasms. That’s precisely what she gives permission for.

Cat doesn’t know that Shayleigh calls me master, and tells me that I own her.

Cat doesn’t know just how hard that makes me cum.

I don’t rush things in bed. We both have some water and then continue nuzzling. I know Shayleigh won’t cum just from being kissed and fondled. I’m fairly certain I won’t pop off prematurely, Hot as my little pet is. Eventually, I give her the signal that it’s time to get up.

I don’t even have to tell her to get on her knees once she’s off the bed. She’s very well trained. I find her thick black collar — hastily removed and discarded the night before — and fasten it around her neck. I find the leash, too, and attach it to the link.

I also locate a canister of silicone lube. It’s on the floor, all the way on the other side of the bed. We didn’t do a great job of cleaning up last night. I find a stray towel, too, to put on the hutch once we get there. I honestly can’t remember if silicone lube leaves stains on wood, but I don’t want to find out the hard way.

“Up, Shayleigh,” I command, and she rises to her feet.

I lead her over to the hutch. She waits for my next order.

“Present,” I say.

Normally I might need to say more. This morning, more has already been said. Shayleigh bends over and braces herself on the hutch with both hands, then spreads her legs and arches her back. After all the Sex we had last night, I’m honestly impressed she has the strength and flexibility to do it. She is young, though, and Cat and I make sure she stays healthy and fit. It’s not just good for her; it’s good for us.

I fasten the leash to my wrist and place the towel on the hutch, then the lube atop it. I slide my fingers into Shayleigh’s thin, low-cut bikini panties, and slowly lower them down to her knees. I can’t help myself; I plant a kiss on each of her Ass cheeks. She sighs contentedly.

Then I get back up and savor the sight before me. There’s something extra sexy about a bent over girl whose panties are down, but not off. The arched back and spread legs only enhance the visual. Shayleigh’s perky Ass is second only to Cat’s, and I happily call their toned legs a draw.

Then of course there’s the heart-shaped, candy-pink, faux-gemstone plug base, now fully visible. I can even see a hint of Shayleigh’s moist lips below it. All together, it’s the platonic ideal of sexual submission. It gets my blood pumping to all the right places.

“Okay, baby, I’m going to give you some more lube,” I tell her. I rub her back reassuringly.

“Thank you, Mr. Taylor,” she says.

I retrieve the canister, snap it open, and worm my fingers behind the plug base. I give Shayleigh’s slightly-stretched ring a good coating, and then begin easing the plug out. I also put the canister back on the towel. So it goes with Sex. There are never enough Free hands.

Again, I don’t rush anything; it’s Saturday, and our running schedule isn’t as rigid as all that. I enjoy Shayleigh’s gasps and moans. I tease and fuck her with the plug, letting her anus warm up and prepare itself for the widest part. When the moment’s right, she and I work together, pushing and pulling. She gasps loudly when her hole is suddenly stretched. It still comes as a surprise to her body, if not her mind. Then she groans in relief and satisfaction, because her anus can finally do what nature intended: push something out.

I put the plug on the towel, then rub her back again.

“Good girl, Shayleigh,” I say. “Just relax, now, and let me give you a fresh coat.”

She nods her acceptance. I grab the lube again and drizzle some down her crack. She shudders when the cool liquid hits her skin. I scoop it up with my finger, then lightly trace around her winking anus. Her hips shift a bit. She’s not thrusting yet, just enjoying the ticklish sensations. She’s also trying to hold still for me. She’s such a good girl, but I don’t need that kind of strict obedience.

I move closer to her. I lean down and kiss her back. I graze my cock against her leg.

“It’s okay, baby,” I tell her in a low, comforting voice. “You can move around a little bit if you want to. You’re not allowed to cum, but it’s okay to enjoy yourself.”

“Thank you, Mr. Taylor,” she says. She sounds so sincerely grateful that I can hardly stand it.

I slide my finger inside of her. She gives a small huff. I sense her breathing change. She learned all about deep, meditative breathing from Cat. It helps relax the second sphincter, which can’t be voluntarily controlled. I gently massage it with my fingertip. I feel it start to warm up. The rest of my pet’s body is heating up too.

I continue my gentle encouragement and shushing. I start thrusting my own hips a bit, savoring the feel of Shayleigh’s smooth leg against my cock. I add more lube and then a second finger. Shayleigh’s hips begin thrusting in earnest.

It’s incredibly rare for her — or for Cat — to climax from Anal stimulation alone, but they both enjoy it for its own sake. Shayleigh’s told us as much during our Sunday safe word check-ins. Cat and I both already knew about each other’s Anal proclivities, of course. We’re quite the trio these days. I’ve never been happier.

For my part, I do what I can to help our pet get warmed up even faster. Cat’s still in the bathroom, and the door between it and the bedroom is closed. I feel comfortable whispering a little extra-special encouragement.

“You’re being such a good girl for your master,” I whisper, “letting him into your most private place like this. Giving yourself to him completely. Such a good pet.”

She moans. She likes the running commentary. Not to sound conceited, but I like it too. My cock is pleasantly throbbing at more than half mast.

I kiss Shayleigh’s shoulders and the flesh behind her collarbone. I momentarily regret that she’s wearing the thick collar, because I Love kissing her neck, too. Still, the collar and leash are sexy in their own way, for both of us.

I get a naughty idea. I nip a few times at Shayleigh’s exposed flesh. They’re mostly kisses, but there’s a tiny hint of teeth, too — just a little graze, or the slightest pinch.

“You know what that means, right Shay-shay?” I ask.

She moans again, and nods her head.

“That’s right, baby,” I say. “That’s what animals do when it’s time to mate. The alpha gets ready to mount, and he gives his bitch a little nip. If the bitch cooperates, it’s gentle and loving, just like that.”

I add yet more lube, and then the third finger. Shayleigh grunts at the new, more intense penetration. I give her a few moments to get used to it. I nip her collarbone again, gently and lovingly. I lick her in the same place, then kiss her there too.

“See?” I say. “So gentle. So loving. That’s what good bitches get. They get nuzzled, and licked, and kissed. They get rewarded for being submissive. For being obedient.

“You’re such a good little girl, Shayleigh,” I tell her. “Your master loves you so much.”

I slide my fingers as deep as they’ll go. I nibble on my pet’s ear. She’s completely in her sub space. Her hips are moving on instinct. She’s getting fucked, and she likes it.

“Okay, baby,” I say, “they’re coming out now, but don’t worry; your master’s cock is going to fill you up real soon.”

She nods. I slide my fingers out. I feel her frustration at her emptiness. I drizzle lube all over my cock; it’s almost fully erect. I put the canister back on the hutch. I only have to slide my hand over my throbbing tool a few times before it’s ready. I move directly behind Shayleigh, and I guide my cock towards her warm, glistening anus.

It twitches when my cockhead touches it. I wait.

“Relax, baby,” I tell her. “Submit. Let your master in.”

Shayleigh arches her back just a little more. She spreads her legs wider, even though the elastic in her panties protests.

I take it as my sign. I enter her.

She shakes a little, overwhelmed by the sensation. I hold my cock there, with the head just inside. I let her second sphincter get used to the new invader.

“Okay, baby,” I say, “push out a little.”

She does, and I push in at the same time. My clock slides home. She grunts, and I groan. Her Ass is heavenly.

I drizzle more lube into her crack, and start fucking her with short strokes — just a little bit out, then a little bit in. My cock delivers the extra lube to her stretched anus. I set the canister down on the towel again, then grasp onto Shayleigh’s hips with both hands. They’re slick from the lube; it’s hard to get a good grip. I knead my thumbs into the top of her Ass, and into those ever-stiff muscles on either side of the tailbone. She groans in appreciation.

I start fucking her with longer strokes. I look down and take in the incredibly sexy sight. Seeing her arched back, her spread legs, and her stretched asshole gripping onto my cock sends a surge of dominant satisfaction through my body. It makes me harden and swell inside of her. Shayleigh feels it, and lets out a soft “Ooh!”

I pull out almost all the way, leaving only the cockhead in. It throbs and pulses. Both sphincters twitch around it. I push back in, giving my pet the exquisite agony of Anal penetration all over again. She moans out her submission to my cock.

I’m almost there. I slide my hands up Shayleigh’s back, then loop them around so that they’re on her breasts. I find the nipples, and I tease them. I shorten my strokes; I’m seeking my Orgasm, now, deep inside of her.

I lean over and pant into her ear.

“You’re so Hot, Shayleigh,” I exhale. “I Love your little asshole. You’re gonna make me cum.”

“I Love your cock,” she pants. I know she means it, but I hear the need in her voice too. I hear the frustration.

“I’m so close, master,” she says. I see her hand twitching on the hutch’s table lip.

“I want to cum so bad,” she mewls, “I don’t know if I can-“

“Shhhh, baby,” I interrupt. “I know. I’m so sorry baby, but you need to be a good girl for us. What can I do? What can I do?”

I’m honestly not sure what I can do, because I know I’m going to cum in mere seconds.

“Tug,” Shayleigh pants. “Bite.”

I wrap the leash around my hand over and over again. I shorten it so much that I can give it a good tug even from a few inches away. I do it, just like she asked.

Her neck and head come up. Her back arches even more — so much that it must ache. She groans, and I can hear discomfort overriding her need. Her vulnerable flesh comes right up to my mouth, and I simply can’t think anymore. I can’t worry about Shayleigh. She asked me to do it. I do it. I sink my teeth into her, just behind her collarbone. She sucks in air through clenched teeth.

Thirty seconds ago, that noise would have made me soft. It would have made me pause. Not now. I’m too far gone. It’s a sound of submission. It’s proof of ownership. I don’t care what the tag on the collar says; Shayleigh’s mine.

I cum, hard.

At first, I pull the leash even harder. Shayleigh doesn’t move any more than she already has; my mouth is pushing just as hard as the leash is pulling. After a few seconds, my arm goes slack. Shayleigh collapses back down, and I collapse atop her. My legs are wobbling. My top half rests upon hers as though it were a bed. I never want to get up.

“Good girl, Shayleigh,” I pant into her ear. “Such a good girl. You made me cum so hard. You’re so beautiful.”

“Thank you, Mr. Taylor,” she whispers. “I’m glad I pleased you.”

Once more, I consider the possibility that Shayleigh is the world’s greatest actress. She’s so frustrated, but those words come out as nothing but sincere.

“Did you cum?” I ask her. I have to. It’s my responsibility.

“No, Mr. Taylor,” she says. “I wanted to so badly, but I didn’t.”

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