'MORE! MORE' Honked Sammi as her lank hair framed her shining face.
She shifted her hips and pushed her glistening mons, presented like a dog would bring in a dead rat, to her new Master.

The Master, as he was now known, retched at the smell but forced himself to breathe and dive in for another lap.

In between the spastic bellowing, creaking bed and endless ee-ee-ee squeak of his PVC body suit, he was in ecstasy. His new mantle granted power, pleasure on demand, to drink from her furry yet misshapen cup as often as his thirst demanded.

'This is WAY better than being called Supermatt_394' he thought aloud.
( fatpoof, Sat 11 Feb 2012, 13:51, archived)