Pet Sitting Ch. 02

The next morning, I woke up by the alarm clock. I washed, put my clothes on, and moved downstairs to see Vera lying under her blanket on the carpet.

It looked like she was sleeping; she must have moved from the sofa before I was awake – otherwise I certainly would have heard her. Anita's cell phone on the salon table gave me a hint that she was probably woken up earlier by its alarm.

I made some coffee and tea and prepared some sandwiches, which I brought upstairs, enjoying breakfast with Anita. Before I left for work, I told Anita to go shopping, and suggested she take the bitch with her.

When I came back home, Anita was in the kitchen preparing our dinner. She looked absolutely stunning; black skirt, red blouse, long stockings underneath. It was obvious she aimed for getting me in the right mood.

Vera lay rolled up on a towel on the kitchen tiles. I couldn't resist a smile, when I noticed the fluffy tail hanging from her bottom, which I assumed to be connected to a plug.

I kissed Anita, and then patted Vera on the head. Curiously, she raised her head a bit, but I pretended not to notice her anymore.

I set the dining table and opened a bottle of wine while exchanging some small-talk with Anita about our day. Anita wasn't very talkative, but told me she was looking forward to show me her purchases later on, not giving away any other details.

Anita and I took our places at the dining table, while Vera remained on her towel in the kitchen. Anita had done a great job; a large ham from the oven, baked potatoes, beans and broccoli.

I tried to lure Vera with a piece of ham, but she pretended she didn't notice. Eventually, and to the frustrations of Anita, I threw the meat towards Vera, who then couldn't ignore it anymore and reluctantly left her towel to pick it up with her mouth. When she went back to her towel and curled up again, her back was turned towards us.

I could tell Anita was angry with me, and even blowing kisses didn't help me this time. Eventually her anger settled down, probably due to the prospect of showing her purchases later on.

After dinner, I turned on the coffee machine before moving to the living room to watch television. Anita cleared the table, loaded the dishwasher, and, when finished, brought the coffee and tea to the living room. Vera followed closely, her tail gently wobbling behind her, its tip stroking the floor.

I moved through the channels, sipping coffee, while Anita was clearly eager to move on. As soon as I placed my empty mug on the table, Anita jumped up to bring it back to the kitchen, to return with a large glass of red wine for me.

"Are you ready?" she said, clearly excited. I nodded, wondering what was going on.

Anita switched on some spotlights, turned off the TV and the remaining lamps, leaving the living room dimly lit. She turned on the sound system and soft music came out of the speakers – 'Conquest of Paradise'...

Amused and curious, I sat back, noticing that Vera was also looking in suspense.

Anita stepped in the middle of the living room, sensuously swaying her hips. Graciously, she bent over, straight legs, slowly taking off her shoes, one by one. Then she rose up again, slowly, the tips of her fingers following her stockings.

When the choir started singing, Anita unbuttoned her blouse, one button at the time, perfectly in tune with the music. When the last button was loosened, she seductively pulled the blouse over her shoulders, revealing her new black lace bra. Anita allowed the blouse to slowly slip down her arms, finally dropping it on the ground.

When the piano joined in, Anita bent over again, slowly, smoothly pushing her left stocking down. She elegantly lifted her foot, sliding off her stocking. Both hands leisurely stroke up her right leg, and then slowly and sensually took the second stocking down too.

When the music swelled, Anita rose up again; her hips swaying slowly and seductively; arms crossed, the tips of her fingers tracing her outer legs, briefly, teasingly lifting her skirt a bit; stroking her waist, her upper arms and shoulders, the neck, and finally running through her hair.

Her fingers went down again, tracing her cheeks to her chin. From there, her hands moved, one after the other, slowly stroking her throat, between her breasts down to her belly. The two hands separated, moving to both hips – stroking her hips, stroking her buttocks.

Like me, Vera was watching as hypnotized.

Anita's fingers moved inside the waistband of her skirt, and with slowly swaying hips, hands stroking up and down, her skirt slowly moved down little bit by little, revealing her black lace thong.

Finally, her skirt fell down on the ground; she delicately stepped out with one foot, using the other foot to kick it aside.

Her hands kept stroking her rib cage, moving up to her back, and when the synthesizers came in, she quickly and smoothly released her bra, covering her breasts with her hands.

With the pounding music, she rubbed her hands over her breasts, pushing them, kneading them.

When the music calmed down once more, she bent over, pushed her thong, teasingly slow, down her long, straight legs, using her hair to block my view. She hunkered down, head to the floor, and waited until the music had faded away.

When the music was gone, I released my breath, realizing that I'd been holding it for at least the last minute.

"That was amazing!" I whispered, blinking my eyes.

Anita lifted her head, timidly smiling. "You liked it?"

"You are fantastic!" I said, meaning it from the bottom of my heart.

I turned my gaze to Vera, who put her head down, pretending not to be there.

I wanted to get up, to kiss Anita, but she stopped me. "Wait. This is only the beginning!"

She rose on her knees, reached for a plastic bag, and pulled two shiny blue stones, attached to thin silvery chains. She briefly rubbed her breasts, pinched, pulled and rolled her nipples. Then, I saw her taking a breath as she attached, one after the other, the vicious clamps to her nipples, briefly closing her eyes when letting them go.

Next, Anita motioned Vera to come. With lazy, sexy moves, smooth like a cat, Vera crawled towards Anita.

When close by, Vera lifted her head, and, with one long stroke, licked Anita's face from her cheekbone to the back of her ear, as if rewarding her for the show earlier.

Anita grinned, and stroked her shortly over her head. Then Anita made Vera sit on her knees and moved behind her.

Anita guided Vera's hands to her neck, and started stroking her throat, her breasts and her belly. Vera's nipples stood erect, but Anita took her time while Vera enjoyed the stroking; she closed her eyes and breathed softly through her slightly parted lips.

Anita stroked her hand over Vera's eyes, as a sign to keep them closed, and then moved to her bag again. Out came a long chain, with ferocious clamps on either side. Slowly and seductively, Anita resumed fondling Vera, caressing her body with long strokes.

Then, while continuing stroking with one hand, Anita pulled the chain through a ring on the collar around Vera's neck. When the chain touched her skin, Vera tensed for a split second, but immediately relaxed again.

Anita started focusing her strokes on the nipples, pulling them softly, rolling them between her fingers, making Vera pant. Then, while caressing with one hand, she took one of the clamps with the other hand, and carefully but quickly placed it on Vera's left nipple.

Not the slightest move revealed that Vera was even aware of it. If anything, she leaned slightly more backwards, laying her head back against Anita's neck and shoulder, surrendering herself to the still continuous caressing of her hands, which were now stroking her other breast, her belly and down to her mound.

Anita attached the other clamp, and softly pulled the chains. Vera moaned softly, certainly not from pain, brushing her head against Anita's neck. Anita's hands stroked Vera's face, her throat, then her fingers traced all along her arms, down to her waist, all the way to her hips. From there, one hand went up, to her breasts, while the other went towards Vera's pussy.

Vera opened her knees to give her access, and Anita leaned forward against Vera's back, each hand continuing its own task; one rubbing and kneading her breasts while the other sought its way between Vera's lips.

Without effort, her fingers entered Vera's slit, leaving long wet strokes when they were drawn out.

Vera panted, reaching out her hands to grab Anita's head, pulling it towards her shoulder, grabbing and stroking her hair.

Anita's upper hand grabbed both chains, pulling both nipples forward, while the other hand pounded in and out the soaking pussy; it was carnal. Then, Anita let her go. She pushed Vera's head away, all the way to the ground, and took her plastic bag again.

Now, she pulled out a leather harness – she'd really been on a shopping spree this day! – containing a long, thick dildo in the front; a smaller one on the inside. Shaky and excited, Anita put it on. Without lubrication, her dildo slid inside, and Anita pulled the narrow leather bands to tighten the harness.

Anita repositioned herself behind Vera, pushing Vera's hips up and her head further down, to gain good access. She lubed the thicker front dildo with her saliva and, guiding it with one hand; positioned it at Vera's cunt. She wiggled the large dildo up and down to tease and to position it at the right spot between the lips, and then slowly pushed it inside.

Vera moaned, pushing back towards the intruding rod. Anita pushed the dildo four, five centimeters inside, waited a moment, and then pulled it out again. She studied the head of the dildo and grinned, probably pleased with the wetness glistering shamelessly on the black rubber.

She pushed the dildo in again; harder this time; faster and further, and pulled back; this time not letting it slip out completely. Then, Anita continued sliding the rod in and out of Vera's cunt.

Anita got a hang of it, released her hand from the dildo, and grabbed Vera by her hips. Both Anita and Vera where clearly heating up, Anita straightened her back and moved her hips back and forth, the stones on the nipple clamps dangling against her breasts, Vera pushing her head against the floor, presenting her pussy, embracing the thick black rod.

It was so fucking hot, but the situation left me no choice. "Stop it!" I said.

Anita continued.

I stood up and pulled Anita by her hair. She froze. "What?"

"Stop it, I said!" I shouted, with a hoarse voice. "Stop fucking that fucking bitch! You can't do that; there are rules, you know?!"

Anita was furious; horny and furious.

Vera, although undoubtedly turned on, slumped down in resignation, but Anita couldn't hold back her anger and frustration. With tears in her eyes, she shouted with a croaked voice: "You fucked her too, remember?! You hadn't even seen her when you stuck your dick inside her arse!"

Vera winced, Anita was fuming, and I felt bad.

"Paddle!" was the only word I said, trying not to raise my voice.

Anita didn't move; I saw her body trembling, fighting her anger.

I waited a little longer, and softly repeated: "Paddle."

Anita remained frozen for another four, five seconds, mind and body both fighting an invisible battle, but then she collapsed. Her head bent and her body shrunk, shaking, but I couldn't give in now.

"Anita!" I said, and I could see her slipping back in line, "get me the paddle. You don't want me to go up and get it myself!"

Sluggishly, she got up and lumbered away, ignoring, perhaps not even noticing the bouncing dildo in front of her.

It took quite a while before Anita returned and stood in front of me; offering the paddle with both hands.

"First, take that thing away!" I ordered, referring to the dildo which was offensively pointing in my direction.

Without any hassle, Anita loosened the belts of the strap-on and took it off, placing it on the floor, next to her feet.

"And now tell me what just happened!" I continued.

Anita stared at the ground, twisting her foot, and then whispered: "I lost control of myself and I would like to apologize for that, Sir." Tears welled in her eyes.

"Do you think it is okay for you to fuck a bitch?" I asked, and Anita shook her head.

"Do you think it is appropriate to yell at me?" I continued, and Anita shook her head again.

"Do you think you can blame me for the things I do?" and again, Anita shook her head.

"I will try to explain to you why I fucked that bitch yesterday!" I said, trying to reach her eyes, which only resulted in her casting them further down.

"Look at me!" I said, and she raised her head, but still didn't look me in the eyes.

"I said, look at me!" I said. "Look me in the eyes!!"

Briefly, her eyes met mine, but then looked down again.

I slapped her in the face, and then finally I got her attention.

"Yes, I fucked her, as soon as I saw her, but not for pleasing her, or me, by any means. I did what I had to do; this is how you show a bitch who is in charge; nothing more, nothing less. Do you understand?"

Anita nodded.

"And now ...?" I asked, my eyes fixed on hers.

She swallowed deep, and then whispered, reluctantly: "I was wrong, and I thank you for pointing out my mistakes and my misbehavior, Sir. Can you please punish me for this?"

First I took off her nipple clamps, both at the same time, releasing a hiss of air from her mouth. Then I took the paddle from her hands and told Anita to lie down on my lap.

Reluctantly, she bent over, laid her belly on my lap, head down and knees on the ground. I put my hand on the back of her head, and stroked her buttocks with the other hand, softly patting them.

Then, without any further delay, I took the paddle and swung it through the air, hitting hard on the left cheek. No warming up, no holding back, and Anita flexed and screamed, tears running freely down her face.

I held my free hand on her neck to keep her in place. Normally, I would build up the intensity, and she clearly hadn't anticipated on this impact at the first blow. Vera, who, I had noticed, secretly observed the process so far, now pulled back in, curled up as a ball, her face covered by her arms.

"One!" I said, "And you take over the counting from here!"

I hit her again, the same force, this time directed on the other cheek, and Anita screamed at the top of her lungs, "Two!"

I hit her again. And again. And again. I stopped at sixteen, when her voice was reduced to a hoarse whisper, the counting barely distinguishable between her screeching wails.

I had definitely pushed her limits, but she had pushed my limits too, with her unacceptable behavior. At least it was unlikely she would express such attitude soon again. I softly stroked her red buttocks until her breathing calmed down again.

I pulled her up by her shoulders, moved my legs away, and guided her upper body to the sofa. Then I went up to get the oil, and softly and carefully rubbed it on her cheeks. I continued stroking long after the oil was taken up by her skin.

"Are you okay, Anny?" I finally asked her, stroking her hair.

She whispered affirmative, but not without releasing a quiet sob.

"Come!" I told her. "You may suck me!"

She eagerly unbuttoned my trousers; I lifted my ass to help her pulling them down. Then she greedily took my dick in her mouth, moisturizing it with her tongue. In no time, her lips went all the way to the base, upon which I pulled her head up and told her to take her time.

She sinfully grinned and started licking my shaft, sucking my balls, kissing my glans. Now she did take her time, paying full attention to every single bit of skin. I stroked her head, my fingers running through her hair; enjoying her caressing.

Every now and then, Anita would take my cock in her mouth, sucking me in completely, but then focused on the little details again. However, more and more her mouth would enfold my cock, increasing my arousal, until the moment where she only moved her lips up and down the shaft, wanking my dick with her mouth.

My hands grabbed her hair, I pushed my upper body backwards, moved my hips against the rhythm of her mouth, and finally I came in her throat.

She took her time to slow down, making sure every last drip was sucked out of me. I let go of her hair, stroked it, tidied it a bit, and caressed her face with the tip of my fingers.

After the tension ebbed away, I told Anita to release the nipple clamps from her bitch, and then to sit next to me. Anita moved to Vera, who was still in her rolled-up position, and stroked her back. Vera moved her head to look at Anita, who then softly pushed her shoulder, indicating Vera to roll on to her back.

Carefully, Anita took off the clamps, one by one, after which she tenderly rubbed the nipples.

Impatiently, I patted on the sofa to call Anita back to me. She stroked Vera's face one more time, and then took place next to me.

I kissed her neck, and told her she deserved another treat. I patted the sofa, looking straight at Vera who got the message and crawled to us.

I told Anita to lie back, and started stroking her pussy. The blowjob had clearly put Anita back in the right state of mind, although I knew the spanking also hadn't done much harm to her state of arousal either. It didn't take much effort to push my fingers inside her. After a little fumbling, I pulled them out again, and held my hand in front of Vera, who looked suspiciously at my face, after which she carefully started lapping up the juices.

Vera thoroughly cleaned my fingers, using little laps, and didn't stop after the job was done. Finally, I patted Anita's pussy, indicating to Vera to move her attention to Anita's slit.

Cautiously, Vera moved to Anita, never letting her eyes off me. Only by looking, I withheld her from placing her hands on the sofa, forcing her to bend over and reach out for Anita, who accommodated her by moving her sore buttocks to the edge of the sofa.

Carefully, Vera stroked Anita's lips with the tip of her tongue, her eyes still fixed on me. Anita trembled. Seeing no reaction from my side, Vera licked once more, this time using the full width of her tongue, causing Anita to take a deep breath and close her eyes.

"Go on!" I encouraged Vera, after which she released her eyes from me, and now fully focused on Anita.

With long strokes of her tongue, Vera covered Anita's pussy in saliva, making Anita writhe on her sore bum. Her arms strained, she clenched and unclenched her hand.

"You can play with your tits." I released Anita, and her hands flew to her breasts, forcefully kneading them.

"Take your time! Enjoy the moment!" I told her, with the intention of slowing her down; Anita tried to relax a bit. Vera, however, had no intention of slowing down, and passionately lapped Anita, slobbering and smacking, her head buried between Anita's legs.

I watched this show for a bit longer, but then took up the remote control to turn on the TV, trying to create the impression that the whole scene didn't affect me. I flipped through some channels until I came up on a movie. I turned up the volume, and tried focus, although it was obviously impossible to ignore the scene next to me.

When Anita started moaning too loud, I admonished her to be quiet, which reduced the sounds to heavy breathing.

Vera was well experienced, and it didn't take long until Anita's panting and body motions told me she was fighting back her orgasm. I highly enjoyed it, and stretched the moment by pretending not to notice her. Eventually Anita started moaning again, probably meant to attend me on the fact that she was losing her battle, but I only gave her a warning look.