Page 70 of Bred By the Satyrs


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I do try to get to the gym as often as I can, so I’m pleased by her compliment.

“I’m going first this time,” I say to the group. “All right?”

Bree nods her head at my pronouncement. “Sure, if you’re so confident about it.”

“I am.” I hold her tighter, gliding my hands down her front, over the corset to the lacy underwear beneath her skirt. “I was the first one to make you come at DreamTogether, and I haven’t gotten the pleasure since.”

Jack’s brows rise and Arthur nods in agreement. Then it’s showtime.

I watch raptly as she starts her introduction, and flirts and chats with the crowd while Arthur and Jack sit on chairs beside the bed. Just Bree’s sexy cam voice gets the blood flowing down to my groin, and soon I’m stroking myself while she plays with her tits and touches herself on camera.

“And now, it’s time for an old friend to make his return,” she announces, and I slide onto the bed. “Todd is back, and he has plans for me. Don’t you, Todd?”

I swallow, because performing isn’t really my strong suit. I try to think of something natural to say.

“Sure do,” I say in a strangely lower voice than usual. Arthur and Jack both raise their eyebrows. “I’m going to stuff that pussy full.”

Bree nods to the camera with a mischievous grin.

“I think Todd’s ready to go.”

I let her remove her clothes slowly, knowing it’s part of the show. I navigate behind her as she unlaces her corset so I can take the weight of her breasts in my hands, and she shivers under my touch. I pinch her nipples and her head falls back on my shoulder, so I kiss her throat, grinding my hips against her ass, showing her how much I want her.

It’s not long before she’s fully undressed and I’m ready to be inside her. But I need to prepare her first, just like I did at DreamTogether, so I push her down onto her back, and Bree goes along with me. She spreads her legs as I start stroking her, just swiping my thumb over her clit.

Then I dive in. I assault her pussy with my tongue and my hand until she’s twitching and shaking, and she’s urgently pulling on my mane.

“Fuck me, Todd,” she commands, and I’m pleased by the genuine eagerness in her voice. Her green eyes are blazing, so I rearrange myself in the mating press we’d talked about earlier, making sure the cam is aimed up between our legs for the best view of my cock inside her.

“I’m going to breed you full,” I tell her, lifting her hips so I can better position myself. Bree nods rapidly, and I push in.

Damn, I just did this a few nights ago and I’ve already forgotten how good it feels. We were horny at home in the meantime, and even though I’m no longer in the grip of the rut, my cock is still aching to unleash.

But I take my time, exploring deeper, moving slow but intentional, listening to Bree and watching her eyes widen as I find her favorite spots. Over on my right, I can see us on the screen, and that turns me on even more. I’m sliding in and out of her, covered in both of our fluids so we glisten under the camera lights, my furry hips colliding with her thick thighs.

It’s not long before I’m perilously close, but so is Bree, her grip on me tight and her legs shaking in my grip. My hips are tiring from this angle, but I know I can get her there first.

“Todd!” she cries out, and I’m impressed she can use the right name even in the throes of an orgasm.

She really is amazing.

When Bree tightens up around me, that’s all I need to go over the edge with her. I shoot out everything, closing my eyes and hoping it finds its way where it belongs, and our dream of a fawn will come true.

Because I want it. I want the new house. I want the fawn. I want my husbands.

And I want Bree sharing that life with me, too.

Twenty-Four

Bree

It was my idea for Jack and Arthur to take me together. The three-ways have gone over marvelously well with my audience in the past, and honestly, that’s what I want.

Nice big satyr dick in my ass.

They play rock-paper-scissors over who will go where, because both of them want the chance to be the dad. Can’t say I’ve ever had men fight over my pussy before.

Jack loses, his rock to Arthur’s paper, but he accepts his fate with a smile at me.