Cougar House Ep. 026: Leash Agreement

"Fannie does Tae Kwon Do now. She literally kicked her leg up and propped it on my shoulder, nearly took my eye out with her heel. I fingered her standing up. Bitch screamed bloody heard her." Heath joked switching the words instead of using the term murder. "Nobody runs their mouth about this until I nail Fannie." He informed pointing at each of the three other men still in the room. "Bad enough her husband Riley drove by me looking. I hope he dosen't suspect anything."

"You'll know if TRAINsylvania Station gets raided in a police sting." Jeff laughed rubbing Margo's spine lovingly in her upside down pose, even going so far as to stroke her hair from her eyes to better see her sucking off his brother.

"That would suck. I know Fannie said she had to get out of town to avoid him when meeting me. I think she's really into the whole BDSM thing, but Riley must not be. His loss my gain. I'm collaring that slut first chance I get, even if it's only when we hook up."

"Make sure you take pictures of her. Video even." Brian lifts away drooling of Margo's saturation. Hearing him mention pictures Margo released Brian in a gasp to open up a new conversation.

"I almost forgot. We still haven't taken the pictures Elliot wanted."

Eric peaks his right brow, "Why does your son need naked pics of you? He has a few already remember we told you that?"

"No shit!" Jeff winced, "That's kind of...wierd ain't it? I don't know Elliot that much but that's just freaky."

"Any freakier than his Mother being the slave to five of his friends?" She licks Brian's crown like a lizard to let him know her plans to return.

"He was never technically one of our friends." Heath rolled his eyes but regardless poised his cell camera to snap a picture of Margo in her current pose, Brian eating her out as her eyes trembled from how delightful his tongue was doing.

"That's cruel Bro. Partially true but I thought he was alright." Eric defended Elliot.

"Pansy." Brian rose up again to admit then savagely tore into Margo's thighs like a feasting Tiger, her moans increasing as she felt his tongue licking everywhere before targeting her hole. She couldn't keep her eyes from going white and shook like a leaf in a hurricane. Feeling Brian thrust upward toward her mouth gave her the hint to resume devouring his monster cock. Heath took actual video of their antics. Mom was a fighter. Even if they were putting down her son. In her mind she would do anything for Elliot, within reason. This whole idea Heath brought up of even Elliot being her Master made her uneasy, but resistance was not in her vocabulary. She would not call Elliot Master unless provoked. The time would inevitably come. Just as Margo was cumming.

Bubbling up across Brian's face, Margo drowned the young man, yet he still sloppily splattered her juices in all directions just for the drama of it. Jeff had to block his face from being showered by his brother's ferocious intent. All on video thanks to Heath. Pulling away at a second fountain Brian chose to show his strength by grabbing Margo's hips and physically lifting her body up over his lap. Feet in the air Margo maintained her throat thrusts as best she could in her teetering balancing act, having faith that he would not drop her. Wanting her own moment of magnificence Margo joined Brian in his feat of strength and planted her legs together literally poising both perfect legs straight up in the air like a gymnist. From there she cast her limbs to each side for a perfect splits. All of the boys laughed with respect. A respect of her unique style, not of her as any form of leader. SLAVE DAMMIT!!

Eric enjoying her athletic prowess hopped up from his seat and darted behind Brian's head, leaning over the sectional back to sink his own fingers into her gaping hole for another dip in the pool. It took seconds before she squirted yet again. Brian strained but held tough, nearing his own detonation. He wanted to cum hard up into her mouth while suspending her in the air. Both of them trembling hard he managed his outcome just in time. Snarling loudly Brian Hancock nutted into her compressed lips. Momma fed hard making Brian weak. It took Eric and Jeff to come to his assist in holding her aloft until he was done firing.

"FUCK YES!" Brian huffed tossing sweat from his brow. Lowering Margo's hips back to his chest, her legs again atop his shoulders he released his grip on her to do a crisp drum roll on her curvy bottom. Eying Heath filming, Margo intentionally spit up Brian's cum all over his cock and scrotum. That led her to wag her tongue at the camera before consuming his jizz, reclaiming every drop and swallowing it with a final puckered kiss to Brian's urethra.

"You're one talented slut." Jeff complimented her.

"You haven't seen anything...Master." She beguiled them all as Brian looked over his head at Eric leaning there above them on the cushioned back. Passing off the leash Eric just looked at it a second before deciding to play along.

"Let's go for a walk Momma Slut." Eric grabbed her ankles and literally drug her entire body up over Brian, her breasts nipped at as they crossed over Brian's face. She giggled along the way until Eric stood her on her feet. Pulling her hair Eric snaps her head back and forces her gaze. "Come on I'll take some pics of you for Elliot."

"Thank you Master." She pecks him on the cheek, Eric reacting to the scent of cum on her lips. Releasing her brunette mane he in turn presses the top of her head until she dropped to her knees. Snapped fingers guide her on to all fours.

"That's the spirit Bro." Heath nodded, "Get used to that shit Margo."

"I will Sir." She smiles to herself, feeding into their ego. Following Eric's lead the boys howled at her perfect ass dancing away as she headed upstairs heeling at Eric's right side. Even Eric had to admire the idea's potential.

Once left to themselves Heath had a hidden surprise. Stuffed between cushions he drew out three more leashes. Showing them off to Brian and Jeff he passed them out. "Ole' Darryl had a bunch of these in the attic. One for each of us. There's more up there, not sure why Darryl needed so many but I'm not complaining. I'll get Cabot one later if the pussy comes around to this ownership thing."

"Fucking crazy." Jeff chuckled, "Loving it."

"We better get her trained better, she still has fire in her eyes." Brian rubbed his still dampened chin.

"Oh, I have plans Buddy." Heath grinned.

"We can't seriously own her when she gets this Bed & Breakfast off the ground can we?" Brian ponders aloud.

"Why not? Just because she makes decisions on the business end doesn't mean she decides to disobey our needs. We can do this Bri."

A final shrug Brian agrees, "I'm in."

"Me too." With Jeff joining, three evil bastards had made up their minds.

Upstairs Eric had a bit of fun leading Margo as if she were a puppy. Altering his tone of voice in a cute coaxing manner made for giggles on both of their ends of the leash. Margo even went full on puppy herself by whimpering, wagging her tail, and nuzzling up against Eric's pant leg more like a kitten than any pup but it certainly was adorable.

"Come on you sexy pooch, follow Master and let's train you right." Eric chuckled trying not to walk faster than her hands and knees could keep up with. She pouted up at him playfully and yipped just for kicks. At least Eric wasn't trying to be forceful in the portrayal. Sexually she would rather he be more controlling, but not in the pet acting. This performance in her mind was a leisurely act of adoring one another, a respectful treat to her Owner, she being their treat in every other aspect. "Stay off the furniture." He added as they passed between the sofa and the coffee table. Walking the entire room from corner to corner they paused at the front door, Margo actually lowering her face to the rug at the inside door to sniff the fresh air coming in. Eric smirking questioned her act, "You need to go potty?" She lifted her head and yipped but instead chose to look away from the door panting heavily. Instead of heading outside Eric found himself with other thoughts.

Moving to the kitchen with the gorgeous pup in tow he decided he needed a fresh beer and a snack. Opening the fridge he obtained a bottle and before twisting the cap off poised it over her butt pucker, "There's my bottle opener." Laughing at the cap pushed slightly in but not enough for the sharp ridges of the cap to harm her he draws it back, "Twist cap, my bad." She flared her eyes up at him and wiped her brow from relief, smiling vividly. That might have hurt if she had been cut even if it were in fun. With the fridge door open he took out the necessary makings for a turkey sandwich, meat, mayo, lettuce. Each one placed on the island in preparation.

Adapting with her leash she followed his every move. Finally, just before he closed the door Margo let out a shrill bark using one hand to paw at the fridge interior. Eric hesitated with the mayo jar and followed her gaze, suspecting what she wanted. "Ah! Puppy wants a drink of her own?" Margo in response panted heavily wagging her ass from side to side. Knowing exactly what she wanted Eric obtained a wine bottle from the top shelf, showing it to her for an exciteable expression in her eyes. "Is this what you want?" He voiced his words babylike. Another yelp made him kick the fridge door closed to rest the bottle on the island.

"Bottles almost empty." He swishes it before her eyes at the last second before sitting the Chardenay back on the counter top. "Let's see...clean wine glass?" She shakes her head negatively as he starts for the cabinets. "No? Ohhhh! I get it." He chuckles and instead goes to another cabinet to find a large salad bowl. Showing it to her for confirmation she shakes her head positively with a cute whine. Taking the bowl to the counter top he opened the bottle and poured what little contents were left in it into the dish. Just before taking the bowl to the floor he eyes the bottle. He knew that cap was not as wicked and tested it with his fingers first for sharp edges. None present Eric showed her the bottle and bent over placing it on the tile. She observed him send the bottle in a circular motion. "Spin the bottle?" She giggled but held her breath watching it turn until stopping to point at her. "You're it. Turn around." She did so without waver and lowers her upper body to the floor. Before picking the bottle up Eric returned for the bowl of wine and his own beer.

Resting the bowl in front of her first, he clinks his beer bottle against it, "Here's to you Puppy." She smiled brightly and dipped her face into the bowl to sip at her wine. Behind her Eric plucks up the wine bottle and enters the neck into her pussy first for a delightful shake of her tail. This form of play was a first for Eric. He took it slow and tenderly in fucking her with the bottle, she endured it, looking over her shoulder at him with a hint of admiration. "Puppy like that?" He winked as she gently nodded yes, a faint whimper as she backs into the bottle as if encouraging him to hit her wine cellar that much harder. Fearful of hurting her he didn't fuck her with all that much more force. She was happy regardless. Finishing her wine and licking the bowl she uses her nose to push the bowl aside and lay her folded arms on the floor, her head touching her arms. Moans took over at his bottle tapping. Eric decided that the bottle was too delicate and unzipped his fly, whipping his erection back out to take her from behind. A much better vintage Margo thought and enjoyed her adopted son's cock immensely.

Using the leash he swats her ass from cheek to cheek with the leather strap. She giggled at his attempts at being fierce, far from it however. Between those impacts he nurtured his beer until it was finished off. Eying the wine bottle that stood next to him he snatched it up and looked at her asshole again, dare he? Amid fucking her cunt with maddening thrusts he decided to try the bottle to seek her reaction. Poising the capped bottle into her pucker he nudged forth to hear her gasp. She accepted it without argument. So much for delicate. Trying to maintain a duel thrusting between holes Margo Needy had a minor orgasm. Pretty amazing he thought, getting her off on a wine bottle.

Sneaking up behind them Heath Talbot recorded the DP just before she gave in to spasm. It was a thing of beauty. Choosing to step away without them noticing him he went back downstairs without fulfilling the beer run, just to show Brian and Jeff the bottle action. Blown away the boys knew the night was young. Brian pepping up at forgetting something that Heath had requested of him the night before. Sneaking upstairs on his own Brian found Eric and Margo still performing doggy style, this time however Eric had taken more control and had curled the leash around his arm so taunt her head was pulled back. Puckering at Eric's moment Brian let him continue without interference. To his bedroom Brian Hancock went. The whole house heard Margo scream at a massive orgasm. In their minds each spoke the same response, "Good boy." They were all dogs.

Collapsing over Margo's back Eric kissed her shoulders and neckline, Margo loving the intimacy in her trembling sensitive state. Even her hind paws were curling. Bottoms up indeed.

"Time to make that sandwich." He sighed laughing, "I've worked up an appetite."

She concurred tilting her profile to lick his chin as if a dog, whining with a fervent loyalty. He couldn't help but hug her, drawing her up to her knees, his cock still deep within her. Once his arms released her and the leash unwound she dropped back on to all fours and used her nose to slide her bowl toward the sink. Laughing at her Eric stood tall and picked the bowl up rinsing it off for her. Who was the true slave here? She loved his respect for her even under such conditions. Now nudging her bottle his direction he shakes his head at her, "What am I? Your servant?"

She lowered her gaze and bit her lip. Clenching her teeth around the neck of the bottle she looked up whining. He made her carry it on all fours to the garbage can in the pantry. Depositing it herself Eric patted her head, "That's my good girl." She yipped and wagged her tongue. From there he plants the leather strap of the leash between her lips and says, "Go find Cabot. Make him give you a treat." She wiggled her ass playfully and strolled away. That perfect ass was watched until it disappeared around the corner. Time for that turkey sandwich.

Uncertain where Cabot was at first Margo saw a shadow passing through the drapes over her French doors in the moonlight. Suspecting it to be him she prowled to the curtains to peer out, using her nose to part the fabric. All along she had been thinking to herself, "I need kneepads." It was true, her knees were getting red.

Sure enough it was Cabot Ross pacing about while talking on his cell. She hated to intrude on his private time but found herself too absorbed in this canine act. Dropping the leash from her lips she began using her teeth to tug the drapes aside allowing her to move between the cloth and the doors glass. Pressing her massive breasts against the glass they crush flat for a stunning expectation of "Look at me Master."

With no viewers to catch her out of character Margo plucked her leash back up to replace it in her teeth. Once back in pet mode she pats the door as if pawing it to get Cabot's attention. It took four slaps to capture his notice. Laughing at her pose he watches her smear her nipples across the window pane playfully. Gritting his teeth while talking to his new girl Maria Salazar he motions Margo to hold on. That did not go over well. Why? Margo Needy had to pee.

Rolling his eyes at Margo's bizarre antics Cabot just gave in and opened the door for her. Once opened Margo nudges past Cabot on all fours and literally crawls across the deck and down into the grass next to the swimming pool. A sensor light coming on as she invaded the yard Cabot watched Margo squat and urinate. Wincing at her trying not to laugh, therefore having to explain to Maria why, he just watched out of amusement.

"I'm here." He told Maria after a lengthy pause, "I'm on the back deck and I noticed the yard sensor light up. I think a rabbit just hopped through." The thought truly being "Margo is insane." Once Margo was done peeing he observed her shaking her ass as if shivering off droplets. It was better than her wiping her ass in the lawn. Crawling toward Cabot she took the risk of upseting him by ruining his phonecall and heeled next to his right side. Looking up at him with the hope he might claim the leash in her teeth, she just dropped the leather strap and laid down at his feet. Content to wait on Cabot he just shrugged her off and continued his conversation. He just didn't want to seem too eager to play with her with so much else on his mind. Reading him like a book Margo knew he needed a friend more than any slave.

"Anyways tell Grandma to stop flirting with the old farts at the nursing home. She might throw her hip out." Hearing Maria laugh Margo smiled, she liked Maria and wanted her to be happy. Still, Margo knew of others girls in Cabot's growing harem, he appeared to be interested in all of them. She wanted nothing but the best for her sons, even if she became second fiddle to others. Son? Masters? Serving them might be tedious. Maybe serving them more as a counsellor in the end.

"That's great. I'm glad you received a letter from your sisters. They're sending you a present? What kind of present?"

"I do not know Senor Cabot." Maria sounded fearful, " Consuela my oldest sister tells me to expect a package, that she smuggled out something of great value. I am most curious."

"When will it arrive?"

"I do not know. Hiding things from the bad people is very hard to do."

"Any ideas on what it might be?"

"Yes. I worry mucho."

"Ummm? Are you going to tell me what you think it is?"

"I am afraid Cabot, so soon meeting you."

"You know I can accept anything Maria. You can tell me."

"I...do not wish to tell you over the phone. When may I see you next?"

"Date night Saturday remember?"

"Si, I remember. I am making you dinner."

"Right, and watching Velveeta."

"You are funny Senor Cabot, it is Evita."

"Oh yeah, Evita."

Margo lifts her head to wince at Cabot who shakes his noggin before patting Margo's hair to lay back down. He mouths the words, "Don't ask." Margo didn't. It was just a strange movie to watch on a first real date. "I open at Hilltop in the morning. I should get to bed."

"I wish to sleep with you."

"Saturday I promise." He hears her sigh of disappointment, "Tell me everything on Saturday, I swear I won't think badly no matter what it is."

"Sweet dreams Precious Cabot."

"You too beautiful. Take a selfie for me of you snuggling your pillow."

"For you...anything."

"Night."

"Goodnight."

As Cabot hangs up he sets his cell on his lap and looks at Margo frowning, "I can't believe you peed in the yard." She merely whimpered and nuzzled her cheek on his pant leg. Patting his lap he sighs, "Get up here before you get a splinter in your ass." Margo quickly climbed to her feet and curled up in his lap, the lawn chair creaking beneath their weight. Being wooden it would likely hold them. "You heard?"

Nodding she kisses him on the cheek, "Yes. That is between you and Maria."

"I really hope it's not something that gets her into trouble legally."

"Agreed. You have a lot on your plate it seems. Care to talk about it?"

"Yeah, there's a girl named Grace from another school, rivals in the past, she lives in Wildwood now, a couple apartments down from Maria's. She's better than she used to be, hard not to notice." He chuckles then just as swiftly sighs heavy. "I find myself thinking about her a lot. As much as I do Maria. I'm trying to focus on Maria but darn it."