Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
“I’m not training you as a Sex Pet,” Sir said, as his long fingers cupped my hot mound. “I’m trying to learn your body and your reactions. And of course, a little intimate touching doesn’t hurt—it helps to strengthen the bond.”
As he spoke, he spread open my outer pussy lips with two long fingers. I moaned softly as I anticipated feeling a third finger invading my inner folds.
Instead, I felt something smooth and hard and cool sliding over my wetness.
“Oh!” I looked down and saw that Sir’s tail—his candalla as he called it—had come around to get into the action. It had slipped between my legs and it was the metal cap on the tip of it I was feeling as it slid over my unprotected inner pussy.
Sir looked annoyed.
“I’ve told you, she is not for breeding,” he told his tail. “Or do you think you know something I don’t?”
The tail raised up and seemed to regard him for a moment, before dipping down to nudge me again.
Sir sighed and looked at me.
“I am afraid my candalla insists on knowing you intimately. But please don’t worry—I won’t allow it to deposit any cream inside you.”
“What?” I propped myself up, my elbows resting against his left thigh while my bottom was supported by his right. My legs were still spread and his tail was hovering over me like a curious snake.
“It will only take a moment,” Sir promised me. Reaching out, he twisted the blunt metal cap off the tip of his tail, freeing it at last.
I don’t know what I expected to see—a bulbous head like one on the end of a penis? Or maybe a lot of little tentacles, like a sea anemone. But nothing so strange met my gaze—it just narrowed to a tip like a regular tail. For a moment I was almost disappointed…but then the tail began to change shape.
The tip curled in on itself and seemed to fuse together to make a kind of rounded ball, about the size of a golf ball. Then it dipped down again and began rubbing between my pussy lips.
“Oh!” I exclaimed. “What is it doing?”
“Just getting to know you,” Sir assured me. “Don’t worry—I won’t let it get you ready for breeding—that would be an intolerable state to be in when we have to go out in public very soon,” he added, giving his tail a warning look.
The rounded ball the tail had formed itself into felt silky as it rubbed gently over my throbbing clit. And then I felt something new—something hot and wet and slippery was bathing my aching button. It felt a little bit like the time Don and I had tried warming gel, back before he realized that no matter what he did, he wasn’t going to be able to turn me on.
“What…it’s squirting stuff on me,” I told Sir. “I…I thought you said no, uh, cream?”
“So I did. Move, if you please and let me see,” he said sternly, speaking to his tail.
Reluctantly, I thought, the candalla pulled away. Looking between my legs, I saw that my pussy was completely drenched with some clear, shiny liquid. It looked like someone had gone crazy and squirted a whole bottle of lube on me!
“Ah, that’s all right then,” Sir said, nodding at his tail. “It’s only a natural lubricant,” he told me. “Not the breeding cream—don’t worry.”
“But…but why is it—is he—wanting to, uh, get me all lubed up?” I asked anxiously.
“To explore you, of course. Watch,” he directed.
Sure enough, the golf-ball sized tip of his tail had stopped teasing my clit and was now sliding down to find the mouth of my pussy.
“Oh!” I gasped, as I felt it start trying to push its way inside. Have I mentioned I have a pretty small entrance? Well, I do. Don is on the small side, dick-size-wise, so it’s not generally a problem. But even something the circumference of a golf ball was too tight of a fit for me.
Sir seemed to realize this.
“Little one is extremely delicate and you’re too big,” he told his tail. “Smaller please, if you wish to slide inside her soft little pussy.”
The tail withdrew a moment and then changed shape again, this time becoming more of a tentacle—thin at the tip and more girthy at the base.
“That’s better,” Sir said, approvingly. “Apologize for hurting my pet.”
His tail—or candalla—stroked my thigh gently and then slid between my pussy lips once more, to stroke and caress my clit.
“Is…is that his way of saying ‘sorry?’” I asked breathlessly. If so, I wished he would keep it up. Despite how bizarre this situation was, I found I was getting close again—close to that elusive orgasm I had never been able to have on my own back on Earth.
“It is, indeed.” Sir nodded at his tail. “Very nice. You may explore her now as long as you’re gentle. And remember—no breeding cream!”