Sunday afternoon and the game was about to start. A handful of buddies had gathered in the living room and were eating, drinking, and joking as was the usual case. His girl moved from the kitchen to the living room, making sure that everyone had their drinks and snacks. After everyone had been taken care of, she curled up at her Master’s feet to sit and listen until she was needed again.
A few joking comments were tossed About His pet, who sat there obediently and kept her eyes lowered. She hadn’t said a word since she had finished serving the food and drinks. Her gray blue eyes slide to the television when the game began, but her thoughts were on her Master. Her soft hands rested around his leg, back against the sofa where he sat.
As they watched the game, eyes would go towards his pet. Her Master was either caresing her light red-hair hair or soft, pale skin. Her chin would rest occasionally on his knee. She remained silent and peaceful despite the excitement from thegame on the television.
During one of the commercials, she had risen and gone into the kitchen to fetch her Master a fresh drink. She could hear the joking going on in the living room, comments about what she could do or would do for the half-time show. Not all where entered with her, some where merely curious at why a woman would be so passive. Her passivity being at odds with the flashed angered looks she sometimes would throw at one of the more called guests.
She returned with the drink for her Master and offered it to him, her eyes lowered and not meeting his. Her lips curved quite as she could see out of the corner of her eye the strange looks passed her way. They did not understand.
Once again she sat at his feet, eyes closing during the game. She must’ve done off when she feel his firm grip on her Shoulder.
‘Pet, half-time. The guys here wonder why you are so valuable to me. Beyond being a maid,” he murmured, then chuckled a bit.
One browser rose at the comment and she smiled, turning about to slide between his thighs and look up at him. Her hands slide to his chest and she dared a look in her Master’s eyes.
Her eyes slide to the guys that sat around with their proud looks and disapproving grows at her presence. Her hand moved to her Master’s belt unfastens it. He makes no protest, only smiles a bit wickedly. And although she cannot see the looks on The tension grow in the room, the men gone silent as his pet continued to service him. A few clearing of throats and nervous movements were made as they watched. Her head moved up and down over his hardened shake, pausing to lick along the velvety length, making a hungry sound.
Her Master’s hands rest on her head, guiding her mouth up and down over his cock. His groans were low. For the two of them, the watchers were just a bit of excitement. They enjoyed shocking their friends. His hands move her head up and down, faster and faster. She whimpers and trembles, feeling his excitement growing. And when he is about to cum, her hands grip at his thighs and she takes his entire length into her mouth, swallowing hard.
A loud growl escapes him as he cums in her mouth, thrusting hard into her throat. A weak gagging sound, but she relaxes and swallows all that he gives her. Cum slipping out from between his shake and her lips, she struggles to swallow quickly as not to make a mess. Once he is spent, she cleans his cock completely with purring moans at the taste.
Sounds of the game on the television interrupt the silence of the flustered room. A soft giggle as she fixes her Master pants and belt, then slides to sit at his feet yet again. The nervous guests clear their throats; make a few low comments and the occasional “damn”. But all she cared about was feeling the approving cares of her Master’s hand against her neck. Knowing that was but one way a pet could prove her worth.
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