Declan smiled at the sight of it as he brought both hands to my sides and worked the dress up over my hips. He lowered his knee and pulled it over my head. I stood there, naked and panting, desperate for him to touch me again. He glanced down at my shoes and turned away. I stayed where he left me, desperately fighting the urge to play with myself in his absence.
A few moments passed before Declan came back to me with my collar in one hand and my largest fox tail plug in the other, a bottle of lube hanging securely from between two fingers. I fell to my knees, waiting for him to put my collar around my neck. The soft material of the dog collar we picked out together at PetSmart glided over the back of my neck, the heavy metal clasp clicking into place at the base of my throat.
“Bend over, Foxie,” Declan said, voice husky with desire. He hadn’t been quiet about it. In fact, he’d said it loud enough that everyone in the living room could hear. I turned away from him, dropping my upper body to the floor and exposing the sensitive bud of my asshole to him. I closed my eyes. The lube bottle made its squicking noise and I felt the familiar feeling of his finger circling the tight entrance of my ass. It sank in, pushing past the tight ring of flesh. I groaned and pushed back into him. He chuckled.
“Are you getting needy over there, fucktoy?” he asked, working his finger in and out of my ass. I relaxed around him as he dragged moan after moan from me. I was sure his friends could hear me by this point. We hadn’t turned the TV on yet. That realization caused another rush of juices to coat my aching, unused pussy.
“Aw, just one finger in your ass and you’re already dripping on the floor,” Declan said. I looked back between my spread legs. Sure enough, I was dripping onto the carpet.
“Hell,” he continued. “I probably didn’t even need lube. I could have just used all of this.” He dipped a finger from his other hand into my sloppy wet pussy and pulled it out just as quickly, licking it clean. He plunged another finger into my ass. I didn’t even try to dampen the deep moan it pulled from somewhere deep inside of me.
I was desperate for him to touch my clit, almost overwhelmed by the sensation of him stretching my ass with his large fingers. He pulled them out. There was another squick of the lube bottle and the cold metal of my fox tail plug met with the heated skin of my ass. The plug was just slightly smaller than three of his fingers. He slowly worked it in and out of my ass, slipping it in slightly farther with each pass. His other hand reached up and slowly circled my clit.
I let out a deep, shuddering moan as he finally touched it. My ass loosened just enough for the plug to slide home, but he kept his fingers rolling over my clit. My ass clenched around the plug, driving me crazy with every heartbeat pulsing through my body. I was close. I was so close. Declan placed his free hand on my hip and leaned his pelvis to meet my ass. I felt the hard length of him pressed against my ass as his ground into me.
“I haven’t cum in a week,” Declan said, grinding my face into the floor. “I can’t wait to bury myself deep in that tight ass of yours at the end of the night. Would you like that, fucktoy?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whimpered, grinding into his hand. His movements shifted the plug ever so slightly inside me at just the right position to keep me constantly aware of its presence.
“Say it,” Declan commanded, stopping his grinding. “Say what you want me to do to you. Loud and clear.”
“I want you to bury your cock deep inside my ass tonight, Sir,” I groaned out. I could hear a murmur of activity from the other room. I could feel the tightening of my cunt, the first crest of my orgasm building with the knowledge of them knowing just how much of a greedy whore I was for his cock.
“Please, can I cum, Sir?” I begged. He chuckled.
“What was that? I didn’t hear you.”
“Please, Sir, can I cum for you?” I called out, the wave building to an almost uncontrollable level. He circled my clit three more times, slow, agonizingly slow, and then pulled his hand away. The wave lost its power, slowly receding back. I almost cried. Instead he put the hand he had just been working my pussy with up to my mouth.
“Clean it, Fucktoy,” Declan demanded. I licked it clean, the urge to bite his fingers almost overwhelming. He reached back and wiped his hand on a towel he pulled from beneath the bed. He’d prepared for this, the bastard. He pulled my matching leash from under the bed and grabbed my collar by the metal ring at the front. He quickly clipped it into place.
“Come, Foxie,” he said, tugging on the leash. I crawled on my hands and knees and let him lead me out into a living room full of men who had just listened to me beg to cum. A room full of men who knew I was completely unsatisfied and desperate for an orgasm who my boyfriend may or may not be planning on passing me around to. Maybe this birthday wouldn’t be a total bust after all.
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