He padded into the room, paused and glanced at the people that stared back at him with baleful looks. Three strangers, his mistress and a shadowy figure in an alcove who he couldn't quite make out. His olfactory senses informed him of the charged atmosphere. Mingled with the familiar aroma of sex and pheromones were undertones of apprehension, even a little fear. The perfumes worn by them did little to hide the musk of sweat and aroused glandular activity. His nose told him of these things and it never lied.
Two women sat on the red leather settee. A blond haired woman, dressed in some sort of loose gown printed in gaudy colours sat nearest the door. She it was who exuded the apprehension. Her discomfort was apparent in the tiny beads of sweat that broke out over her top lip. He sensed the heat of her body it wasn't a healthy temperature.
The other woman was much younger, probably in her teens. Perfume masked most of her signature, but he was able to determine that she had recently ovulated, perhaps only finished this morning. Her hair looked grey to his monochromatic eyes and, like her hair, there was nothing remarkable about her to see.
The other stranger was nursing a drink with ice in a glass. He stood against the fake fire breast, feigning a look of nonchalance, but it was quite plain that he was also emotionally charged.
His mistress took hold of the collar around his neck and uttered something unintelligible while dragging him to the younger woman on the settee. He was stroked and petted by them both by way of introduction. The younger woman shifted forward a little, hiked up her skirt and exposed a smoothly shaved cunt. It was obvious by the way he was pulled, that he was to make his acquaintance rather more personal. He sniffed at her and gave her a little nudge with his nose. Predictably, she squealed in delight and almost deafened him by clamping her legs together, trapping him in her embrace. He was used to human contact, even in the sexual sense, but he didn't know this woman and a little alarmed, he pulled back sharply. They soothed him and then brought him to the other, older woman.
Her touch when she petted him was electric. Something about her smell and the softness of her fingers aroused in him a deep longing and an immediate reaction from his sex. His nose drove straight into her mound and his tongue lashed out licking her exposed pussy from her anus to her clit. Her pleasure was quite evident in the copious amounts of fluid she secreted and her imediate moans of passion.
He shifted position slightly in order to get at her quim a little better. His tongue snaked out and hit pay dirt. She squealed like a stuck pig and sprayed his nose with her come. Dutifully, he cleaned her up and licked the mess off the red leather. She began to calm down and her breathing became regulated. His interest in her waned as she settled down. The younger of the two females had watched in fascination. Her fingers busy at her crotch while he had licked the other into a quick orgasm. It was to be her turn now. For the second time, he approached the younger of the two and gently probed her snatch with his nose. The olfactory senses confirmed that she had indeed just finished ovulating. It made for a heady aroma and he found himself getting quite excited by the prospect of shafting this one.
His tongue went to work and very quickly, she was moaning and writhing on the settee. Her juices made the leather slick and he couldn't keep up with her copious amount of lubricating fluids. She reached down and pulled the hood of her clit up exposing her cunt to him and making the bud of her pleasure poke out. He hit it with a lascivious stroke of his tongue and she groaned her pleasure. A few more of these direct hits brought her to a shuddering and devastating climax. She pissed on him from her lack of self-control. He quite liked the warmth of her on his snout and redoubled his efforts to make her come.
Hands around his hips pulled him back and away from the young woman. He felt peeved at the intrusion but was soon back at her cunt after she had slithered to the floor and raised her knees. It wasn't long before her shudders became uncontrollable and her head lashed from side to side in the throws of an almighty come. He was pulled back again from the quivering woman. He growled his annoyance, but his mistress's hands brooked no nonsense.
His cock felt is if it was trying to leave his body. It had grown beyond his normal proportions and his knot was drying in the slight draught from the open window. He watched with interest as the young woman flipped over and layover a couple of cushions. The cushions raised her perky little pink rear into the air; inflamed pussy lips pouting between her inner thighs stared at him. This was a scenario he knew something about. His distended cock twitched and slapped the underside of his belly and a few droplets of pre-come leaked from him, forming dew drops on the pointed tip of his penis.
The mistress released her hold on his collar and pointed him in the right direction. It was an entirely unnecessary action, because he had already decided that he was going to spear this hairless cunt with the whole of his dick. He jumped onto her back, grasping the slim hips and began to hump her rear, trying to find the entrance to her slicked sex. Even in the position she had adopted, he found it almost impossible to centre his aim of attack. Help came from his Mistress's hand; she grasped him gently between thumb and forefinger and guided his missile to its chosen silo.
He rammed the whole of his purple veined cock into her depths. She screamed but did not resist his initial thrusting instead, she raised her rear a little higher and made his entry into her a little less fraught with the danger of him bending his cock too much. The angle still wasn't quite right, but it mattered not a whit to him as he pounded her pussy with his raging hard on. Someone grasped his hips again and effectively slowed him down from the frenetic humping he had been giving her. The hands controlled him, pulling and pushing alternately into a rhythm that he found to be very satisfactory. The main difference being that he was not going to just blast a load into her in the few seconds or so that it normally took for him to reach his orgasm. It also meant that, instead of burrowing into her and getting the usually deep jerky thrusts, his whole length slid in and out of her moist tunnel. It was altogether a much nicer feeling for him.
He fucked her for some time, feeling her muscles contracting and sucking him into her womanly depths. She felt quite cool inside to him to start off with, but soon the friction and passion raised her temperature to match his own. She writhed and squirmed while panting and moaning. Her body twitched while she reached climax after climax. She mouthed words that he could not understand, but took to be encouragement. The pace increased until he shot a load of his come into her mound. He dismounted and performed his duty in cleaning her of his semen. It had not been the most satisfying human fuck he had had. His Mistress was a quite small woman who rarely managed to get his knot inside her, but occasionally, she brought her friend over who was far more accommodating and always got him tied. Those were the times he really let go his wad.
The young girl got up and rushed from the room clutching her dress to her breasts. He could hear her crying as she ran, but didn't know why and didn't really care. He cleaned himself and prepared to settle down in a corner. The other occupants talked and drank while they waited for the girl to return. He didn't understand what they were saying, but knew he was the topic from the glances directed at him.
Soon, the girl came back, smelling of soap and clean water. She had re-dressed and seamed to have calmed down.
The older of the two women called to him. He wasn't sure if he should go to her and looked to his mistress for some sign. She clucked her tongue at him and nodded, he needed no other encouragement and approached the woman as she sat on the settee.
She stroked his head and tickled him behind his ears. The pleasure of her fingers was sending him into deliriums. It was a particular favourite of his to be fondled around his ears and took him back to his puppy days. Her fingers traced the muscles in his neck, kneading the fur of his hackles and causing shivers of pleasure to travel up and down his spine. This lady knew how to get him to respond and manipulated him with ease. She slipped off the settee and joined him on the floor. At some point, she had removed the printed gown and was now, completely naked. Her breasts brushed his ears as she reached to stroke his back and haunches. Her hard little nipples became harder still as they rubbed against the grain of his shorthaired fur. She was unshaven, something of a novelty to him. Both his mistress and her friend always kept their boxes clean. He turned into her embrace and quested her vagina with his nose.