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That seemed to calm her, but just for a moment. She whimpered pitifully. “I’m s-sorry. I’m just so cold. Please, Carter.”
I had to reward her for changing her tune so fast. Her pleading was sweet too, and convincing. I took off my shirt and turned on the light. She drank the sight of me shirtless as I walked closer to her. I was happy to be so muscled and built. Normally I liked seeing how far I could push myself, but right now, I savored knowing I could man-handle my beautiful calf with ease.
“Ask me to dry you again. Politely.”
“Please, Carter-Sir, dry me?”
It wasn’t great but it was good enough. I used my shirt to pad the wetness from her skin and help her dry. As I cared for her, I noticed how wet her pussy still was for me. She was so fucking perfect. All mine to reward, punish, and love. I used a towel to dry her pussy as well. She whimpered, panted, and tried to arch into my touch without having any luck.
“Now will you be a good little calf?” I asked.
“Y-yes.”
“Tell me properly.”
“I’ll… Be a good calf.”
“Whose good calf?”
“I’ll beyourgood calf, Carter.”
“There we go.”
I told myself I was rewarding her as I ran my fingers over her pussy, then sunk two into her dripping cunt. Honestly, though, I just wanted to touch her. I wanted to watch her as she came for me. All it took was curling my fingers against her g-spot, gently rubbing her clit with my thumb, and she came apart in record time. I nodded my approval. Her face was flushed, her lips parted as she panted, her eyes wild and dilated, half in love with me, half hating me. Fucking gorgeous.
I drew back and wrapped her in a thermal blanket. It was designed for cows but made in measurements just good enough to fit my Tiffany. I tightened the Velcro straps underher stomach, caressed her head, and tapped her bell before removing the anal hook from her ass and hair. Then - lights out. Maybe soon she would be good without question and able to sleep in the bed with me?
Wouldn’t that be nice?
Icouldn’t believe he’d eaten me out. It wasn’t like I was a virgin. But I’d never chosen to let someone eat me out. The guys who wanted to go down on me had been open about having a fat fetish, the others … well it wasn’t really a ‘them’ issue.
It was a ‘me’ thing. I was so worried what they’d think of my thighs, of my pussy, of how I’d taste. It gave me too much anxiety to consider when fucking was easier. But Carter, he hadn’t asked, he just wanted it, went for it, and emptied my head with pleasure itself.
I didn’t understand why he didn’t fuck me. The option had been there, he knew I was clean. Maybe he’d make me earn it or something. After three orgasms, I slept like an angel. Well, an angel held in place with her pussy spread out.
By the time I woke up in the morning, Carter had left already. My feeder and water tray were filled and I made the most ofboth. Towards the middle of the morning, Susan came in and walked to me without hesitation. She drew my blood, gave the filled vial to the scientist that walked in with her, then she dismissed them.
“What was the blood for? More tests?”
“Yes,” Susan said, simple and short as she freed me from the contraption
“Where are you taking me? To the atrium?”
“No.” Susan shook her head. “This is something a little more special.”
“Special?”
That sounded ominous at best. Susan waited for me to get up, then motioned for me to walk with her. I wondered if I could take her down and flee, but she sighed.
“Don’t try. I know which three bones to break to make it impossible for you to walk and it would take me only three seconds,” Susan said pragmatically.
I had no idea if she was bluffing, but even if she was, I was unlikely to make out on my own. I decided not to risk it. Susan walked me down to the elevator and I stopped in front of it. I didn’t want to be taken back down. Carter’s room was much better than the exposed stalls. More private and closer to him.
“I don’t want to go down.”
“Trust me, this is a surprise you don’t want to miss. You won’t be left down there.”
“How can I be sure?”
