Chew Toy

[Rhuie]

It was a summer job while in college, a family owned pet store in an affluent part of town. The business was over 100 years old and its location was once on the outskirts of town supplying feed to farmers and homesteaders. Urban sprawl had long overcome it and now it was in a neighborhood filled with estates with pools, stables, grounds keepers, live-in chefs and housekeepers. Over the years it kept its country charm selling bales of hay and alfalfa to families who kept horses. We also supplied the food for the packs of dogs guarding the palatial estates and other needs of the wealthy neighborhood which included food for exotic pets such as potbelly pigs, monkeys, parrots and even large cats.

Most of the employees were young men my age in the late ***s and early twenties. We would offload trucks filled with bales of hay and 40 lbs bags of feed in the parking lot shirtless and glistening with sweat. The customers were mostly middle aged women in the 30s and 40s who were either divorced or whose husbands were out of town on business. They would sit it their Mercedes, Porsche and Aston Martins watching us unload the trucks and wait until we were done before entering the store.

When I first started, it was obvious that some of the customers knew the other boys I worked with on more than friendly terms. My co-worker Johnny's eyes would light up when a certain woman would approach and they would run off into the store and giggle as they went down the aisle together whispering into each other's ear. I also found it strange that every time one of my co-workers got one of these visits, they would disappear. The explanation was always, "They needed to make a quick delivery" except they wouldn't return until the next day.

Then one day a new woman showed up. She was twice my age and in her late 30's with beautiful red hair. She did her shopping, checked out and left. My manager called me over and told me it was my turn. He handed me a small brown bag, much like the ones used for school lunches and told me "No need to come back. We will see you tomorrow."

She answered the door with excitement, grabbing the small bag and tossing it to the table. She took my hand and led me down the hallway like a puppy with a new toy, prancing to it's favorite spot in the backyard to play with it. She pulled me into a bedroom and without a word, she stripped off her top and shorts, tits bouncing free, nipples hard and begging for attention. Her pussy was shaved smooth, lips glistening under the afternoon light filtering through the blinds. She grabbed my shoulders and ***d me to sit on the edge of the bed. 'Stay right there,' she growled, her voice low and commanding, making my cock tingle in my jeans. Sitting before her, I couldn't resist but to press my lips to her bare stomach, kissing the soft skin, then nipping lightly with my teeth. Looking up at her between her breasts I embraced her, slowly caressing her back and hips. She moaned, a deep rumble in her throat, and shoved me back onto the bed. With one hand behind my head she grabs a fist of my hair, pulling my head back to bare my neck. My breath shuddered and trembled as *** shot through my scalp, filling me with waves of submission.

'I love my new toy,' she whispered, her breath hot on my skin as her teeth sank into my neck, biting down just enough to leave a mark. Her other hand clawed under my shirt, purring as she raked her nails down my chest. My back arched as I was claimed by surrender. She ripped the shirt up and over my head. Her mouth attacked, teeth dragging over my collarbone, biting my shoulder, then lower to my chest. Each nip made me gasp, my body melting into compliance.

She shoved my jeans down, freeing my hard cock. There was no time left for gentleness. She held me tight and rolled me on top of her. My hard cock teasing her gooey wet pussy. Nails now digging into my ass she ordered, 'Fuck me now'. My hard cock slid effortlessly into her soaking wet pussy, swollen with desire. She began to moan deeply as I thrust, pounding into her, our bodies slapping together. I noticed through the open bedroom door, her roommate across the hall also had her door cracked open. On her back, knees bent high and pussy on full display facing us. She was rubbing her pussy in sync to the sounds of us fucking. Her moans joining the chorus of pleasure.

'Harder,' she demanded, digging her nails into my back, pulling me deeper. Her tits bouncing with every brutal thrust. I obeyed, folding her legs in front of me, sinking my still growing cock as deep as I could, stretching her pussy wide. Sweat glistening our bodies, the room filling with the wet smack of skin on skin. Her moans turning to deep guttural groans as her body quivered in waves. The roommate's breaths quickened, her fingers a blur, pussy juices shining on her quaking thighs as she chased her own release to our rhythm.

I made countless delivery trips to this house which had the same basic routine. Get undressed and get to work. I was not to stop until she was thoroughly spent and unable to move or speak. I was to pound hard, pound fast and pound long, moving through the house where water stations had been set up ending in the room across from the roommate for all of us to have one last release together. I never saw the roommate's face nor was allowed to interact with her at all. I was only allowed to watch and listen as she pleasured herself as we fucked. That was my purpose, to bring pleasure to these women under their terms and rules. These sessions would last most of the day. In order to do this my mind had to drift, removing myself from my body into make believe worlds. I would dream of having conversations about her favorite movie or book, a song she loved or aspirations she had, dreams of just holding hands. She bought that little pet toy every week. She didn't even have a dog.

The store was known for our one-on-one customer service so whenever a customer would come in, the boys were there to be most helpful. On this day it was my turn to take the next customer and a woman, tall, wavy dark hair and in her 40's, walked in looking for a collar. She said it was for her cat only she worded it as, "I need a collar for my pussy. She is running around the neighborhood being really naughty and needs to be held on a leash." I found her wording interesting but was happy to lead her to our huge display of both cat and dog collars. She wasn't satisfied by the selection we had for cats. She said they were not quite the correct size, "for her pussy". I jokingly held a larger dog collar up to my neck to demonstrate the difference in size and suggested "You can get something like this".

Her demeanor immediately shifted from casual browser to lioness on the hunt, putting her hand on my chest and pushing me against the wall, knocking items to the ground. She leaned in so close we recycled each other's breath. Her eyes dilated as she took a deep drag of my scent, ***ring deep into the windows of my soul, savoring the musk of *** and mapping the territory she was about to claim. Her voice dropped as she asked with a snarl, "You would love to see me in that wouldn't you?" I stood frozen, heart hammering as she marked me and took another drag of my now pumping pheromones, an amuse-bouche of things to come. Pinned to the wall in the middle of a pet store collar section, I was now her prey waiting to be devoured. I was exactly what she had been shopping for.

I became her regular delivery boy and would return to work with long ***y scabs up and down my arms, back and chest. Deep bruises, scratches and bite marks covering my entire body. To even the most seasoned delivery boy this was terrifying but I had found my calling. The stinging burning of my flesh ripping was exhilarating. The sharp pressure of her claiming bites made me feel worthy and wanted. I had purpose. I made her happy. The marks she left where my badges of service. The achy ***s that followed were receipts of the raw ***ist pleasure I gave her each week until the end of summer when I transferred to another college.