With my hand still wrapped around her hair, I gripped one of her hips. In one quick thrust, I buried myself deep inside her soaked pussy that begged for me. Her pussy clenched my cock while I fucked her relentlessly. I pulled on her hair, causing her to buck her hips wildly.
Moving my hand from her hip, I took hold of the chain that connected her piercings and pulled on it. Mia moaned and thrashed around while I continued to pump her pussy. I closed my eyes and felt the burn in me build rapidly as her soft wetness encased my firm shaft. My eruption came hard and fast, and my hot seed flooded her pussy. As I groaned my release, I tightened my grip on her hair and yanked it back hard.
Something instantly felt wrong.
My eyes popped open to see Mia’s body fall onto her side. Her head limply tilted back since her hair was still wrapped around my fingers.
“Mia?” I cautiously called as I quickly withdrew from her.
Nothing.
There was no response or sign of life of any kind.
“Mia?” I called her name more frantically and carefully untangled her hair from my fingers.
Fearing the absolute worst, I gently got on the bed and pulled her into my arms.
“Mia?”
Mia’s head rolled to the side, though her eyelids were open, I could barely see any part of her beautiful blue eyes. The weight of her lifeless body was shocking as I tried to hold her against me.
“Mia?” I whispered her name while I silently prayed for the life to suddenly reappear in her. “Mia,” I cried.
For hours I held Mia’s body in my arms, unable to believe that I had done the unthinkable. My body shivered with a cold fear that I had never known before. Mia was the only one who could play and handle my kink. And I had been too rough with her.
I killed my sweet girl.
One Month Later
Isipped on my whiskey while I meandered around on the patio, looking at this weekend’s guests. I’d seen many before, though some were new. This was my first weekend back at The Pound since Mia’s death. Part of me told myself that it was way too early. But another part of me told me to keep living and looking for the right person.
I thought Mia was the right person.
If I’d learned one thing with Mia, it was that I needed someone who was definitely physically stronger than she had been. Someone who wouldn’t die on me while my cock was buried in them due to a little hair pulling action. Mia probably had some weakness in her neck. That was what I'd kept telling myself, at least. It had made the accident a little easier for me to digest.
I made it down to the pound building of the resort and checked out my options for the night.
“I tend to play rough, so I need one that can withstand heavy play,” I explained to Zack. I wanted to make sure I was very upfront with that need and requirement.
“Male or female?” he asked.
“Male. Let’s try that,” I replied as Zack glanced at his clipboard.
“We do have a few males on-site tonight that handle rough play well. We have Johnathan and Corey who would play well with your needs. Or if you wanted a puppy—”
“No. No puppies, Zack. I’d break a puppy,” I warned and shook my head. I needed a brute, so I wouldn’t hurt him.
I wasn’t opposed to playing with male pets. I’d done it before at The Pound. The males that I had played with had all resulted in a good time, but I was never able to see myself with one full-time. However, I needed to consider the possibility that a male pet could be my full-time pet.
I wandered down the aisle with Zack and listened to him tell me a little about Johnathan and Corey. As we approached their cubbies, Zack paused and said, “Oops, this happens from time to time.”
I stood back and became extremely aroused as I watched Johnathan and Corey for a little bit. Johnathan had his front paws up on the fence that separated their cubbies, and his large cock was pushed through a section of the fence. Corey was sucking that cock like it was no one’s business.
I’d seen both of these men before, but I’d only played with Corey a few times. He’d come to the resort with saline injected balls. Some people really got off on that look, but it made my sac look miniscule. Corey would be the safe, known entity for me to play with tonight. But perhaps I needed to try something a little different.
I’d been eyeing Johnathan. His board showed that he was thirty-one years old, close to my height, no play restrictions, but there was an asterisk next to it. He had a broad, muscular frame and a hairy, but groomed chest of hair. His groin area was similar with groomed and trimmed hair.
“What is the asterisk for on Johnathan’s board?”
