But you OWE me.’ I snorted as I willingly crossed to the leering Satyre. Well I could have had worse opponents I suppose. He was strangely handsome...in a goat-humanoid sort of way. His face was nicely chiseled, his muscled beautifully sculpted if not nearly so large as Oluth’s, and… oh for the love of the Gods, was I really going to try justifying this to myself? I would sooner fuck ten peasants then this monstrosity! Yet here I was. ‘Be gentle.’ I pleaded at him. He responded by reaching out,. So, knowing that Wendy would be upset if I didn’t extend the utmost in hospitality, I asked Michael if I could get him anything. Wendy chimed in, ‘Honey, why don’t you make us some strawberry daiquiris. I’m in the mood for some tonight!’ This was a surprise. . . Unlike other alcoholic drinks Wendy and I enjoy, strawberry daiquiris make Wendy very horny. Very horny. Or at least she says they do, but I’m not one to argue with her since I’m always on the receiving end of her horniness after 1 or 2. He pulled out slowly and then just started jamming his cock in and out of me like a jackhammer. I grabbed the edge of the desk and held on tight. After about a minute of his fat cock rubbing back and forth against my prostate I was squirting cum down the front of the desk.Between his crazy pace and the contractions of my ass from my own orgasm, Randy started to cum himself. Each time he shot another volley of cum he would pull out and slam back in again. After the seventh time he finally pulled. ‘Now that’s the noise of a good slut’ you say. ‘Tell me again, what noise do sluts make?’You push your thumb into my mouth. I immediately start to suck, and you smile, pulling it out so I can answer‘Yes daddy’‘What a smart slut you are ... do you know any other noises? What about a dog or a bitch in heat?’ you ask, rubbing you hand across my back and over my rump amplifying the fact I’m on all fours. ‘What noise would they make?’I flush bright red at the insinuation ‘woof?’ I reluctantly.