I continued to work at being a better pet and making my production worthy of my Queen’s honor. After a month of being in my Queen’s care, I left b...hind my title of being a dirty piggy and became a loyal puppy. It was as a puppy that I found I wanted more attention from my Queen. So, I worked harder to earn it. I read more books to increase my mind and vocabulary. I wrote my Queen longer and more de***********ive messages all in the efforts that She rewarded me for. I had gone from only getting. Over the years, I've had quite a number of fantasy lovers. Marianne, with the big breasts and round, bouncy ass. Many's the time I bounced off it as I plowed into her from behind. Ginette, the intellectual, who liked to talk about English literature and Renaissance architecture, but was a red-hot maniac in bed. She would climb atop me and ride for hours, conjugating irregular Latin verbs and pumping me in the same rhythm. Theresa, the madonna, who swore she would have become a nun if only she. He watched every move and sniffed the panties while Britt straddled me. I felt her butt cheeks and she licked my breasts and sucked so gently. I arched my back as she moved off and letting Mark see, she spread my legs and gave me one slow, long lick on my pussy. Oh god that set me off, knowing my friend had just tasted me. She then put in one finger, then two and started moving in and out. Mark stood up and took off his clothes and made his way on to the bed. He took pride in how he dressed an. Just knowing that by mean of my mouth, I was responsible for the many climaxes she was experiencing, was the ultimate of pleasure. Furthermore, to feel her hands begging me to go on, as she pushed with both hands at the back of my head while at the same time moving her cunt in a circular motion around my face, was making me feel extremely lewd. I would have spent the rest of my life with my lips between her legs, but a cramp at the back of my neck forced me to get up from between her legs. I.