The Pet Shop
by K D Grace
eBook ISBN: 9781908006806
Print ISBN: 9781908006790
In appreciation for a job well done, Stella’s boss sends her a pet, a human pet, the mischievous Tino, who looks like the reclusive philanthropist Vincent Evanston but couldn’t be more different. As her animal lust awakens, Stella must walk the thin line that separates the business of pleasure from the more dangerous business of the heart or suffer the consequences.
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‘This is Tino.’ Anne placed a hand under the man’s chin and lifted his head so Stella could see his lovely stubbled face, blushing as though she had just caught him masturbating behind the sofa.
He offered half a shy smile, then quickly lowered his head again, dark eyes disappearing behind a fringe of unruly auburn hair.
‘Tino’s uncomfortable around new people.’ Anne dropped the blue rucksack she’d been carrying by the door, and the two followed Stella into the lounge. ‘Don’t worry. He’ll get used to you.’
The way-too-freely offered stories of Anne O’Kelly’s love life had provided Stella with endless entertainment since the two had met when Stella started working for Strigida. In spite of their total lack of anything in common, the two had become fast friends. It was times like this when Stella wondered why that was. No doubt this Tino character was one of Anne’s nutters, ready to provide kinky sex for the weekend in Bath. Even Stella had to admit, a whole lot of neurotic could be overlooked in exchange for a hot weekend with someone that tall, and that hot.
Stella knew Anne had planned to drop in this evening on her way to Bath, but she hadn’t expected her quite so late, nor had she expected her to bring a friend. She said she had a surprise for her, a little token from Strigida for a job well done. Stella figured it was probably a gift voucher or maybe theatre tickets, which she would never find time to use.
In the lounge, Anne made herself comfy in the leather recliner, then turned her attention to Tino. ‘Sit,’ she commanded.
The man dropped onto the floor next to her, and she ran her hand absently over his dark hair, caressing the back of his neck.
Still wondering what was going on, Stella sat down across from the two. She couldn’t help noticing, as Tino shifted to rest his head on Anne’s knee that he was sporting an impressive erection beneath thin summer trousers.
She quickly averted her eyes, but not before her pussy got the message and warmed to the thought. These days Stella didn’t see too many hard cocks.
Anne chuckled softly and rearranged herself in the chair so Tino could nestle against her leg. ‘He’s always got a hard-on, and he loves to show it off.’ Then she added nonchalantly, ‘How about a G & T? I’m gasping.’
Stella clamored to her feet, trying to keep her eyes on Tino’s face. ‘And what about you? What would you like?’
The man only buried his head against Anne’s leg like a shy child.
‘Tino doesn’t drink, and he’s already been fed.’
‘Already been fed?’
Anne disengaged Tino’s arms from around her leg and stood. ‘Stay here, Tino, mistresses need to talk.’
‘Mistresses? What the fuck’s going on?’
‘Shshsh!’ Anne grabbed Stella’s arm and hustled her off to the kitchen. ‘He’s very sensitive to other people’s emotions. He’s nervous enough just being in a strange place.’ She helped herself to a glass and found the gin. ‘Remember I told you my therapist said that with my relationship issues, before I got involved with a man, I should start with a plant?’
Stella nodded, ‘And if you didn’t kill the plant, work your way up to a gold fish, than maybe a cat or dog. Yeah, I remember. So?’
Anne plopped an ice cube in her glass. ‘What if I don’t like goldfish? And maybe I’m allergic to cats and I’m afraid of dogs. Well…’ She nodded toward the lounge where Tino was.
‘What? Is the RSPCA adopting out men these days?’
‘Even better.’ Anne moved closer to Stella and spoke softly around a wicked smile. ‘There’s a site called The Pet Shop. They set people up with Pets, and I’m not talking cats and dogs here, Stel. It’s temporary, only for a night, a weekend at the most.’
‘You’re kidding, right?’
‘Hon, I wouldn’t joke about something as yummy as Tino.’ She offered a naughty giggle. ‘Anyway, if I had to venture a guess, I’d say having a Pet occasionally would probably suit people like us much better than having a relationship. Our conversation the other day made me think a Pet might be exactly what you need. You certainly seem to be responding well to Tino.’ She gave Stella’s tits a passing stroke with her free hand. ‘I’d say your nips approve.’
Stella slapped her away. She had lamented to Anne that with the demands of her job, she had no time for a relationship, but someone working as hard as she did surely deserved a good shag once in awhile. They had been walking along the Serpentine at the time. Anne had laughed around the mango ice lolly she had been practically fellating. Stella had assumed that meant she realized it was a joke.
She grabbed the gin bottle and poured herself a double.
‘Tino’s very low maintenance, well behaved, at least most of the time anyway, clean, quiet.’
‘Jesus, Annie, this is a bloke your talking about, not a stray cat.’
‘Come on,’ Anne grabbed Stella’s hand and led her back toward the lounge. ‘If he’s left alone too long, he gets bored and sometimes gets in trouble.’
‘What the hell’s he going to do, piss on the carpet?’
‘Don’t be daft. He’s house broken, but unlike most blokes, he always remembers to put the toilet seat back down.’
‘I don’t believe we’re having this conversation. How did –’ Stella stopped in her tracks sending a cascade of gin over the rim of her glass onto the carpet.
There on the floor, exactly where they left him, was Tino, head thrown back, eyes closed, enthusiastically thrusting the thick cock he’d extricated from his trousers in and out of his fisted hand.
‘Tino! Bad boy! You know better than to play with your thing without permission.’ Anne shoved passed Stella and slapped his hands away from his penis.
Stella watched in fascination as the pouting Pet let Anne push his trousers down far enough to bare his exquisite bum. There were no underpants. Then, on hands and knees, he presented his arse to Anne, who gave him a resounding thwack on each cheek. Stella’s pussy practically gushed as Anne spanked him again, and his muscular buttocks clenched and relaxed, beautifully displaying the dark pucker of his anus. Stella wondered how the hell one connected up with a place like The Pet Shop and someone like Tino?
‘I hate to punish you, darling, but you must behave. What will Mistress Stella think of you being so ill-mannered? Here, let’s get you out of those clothes. I know you’re uncomfortable. You don’t mind, do you, Stel? Pets only wear clothes in public. They’re much more comfortable naked.’ She didn’t wait for Stella’s response.
Tino sat back on the floor and lifted his arse while Anne stripped him. The spanking had done nothing to diminish his huge erection. His heavy balls bounced against his thighs with Anne’s efforts.
From the dark blue rucksack by the door, Anne produced a black leather collar studded with heavy silver riveting and a D-ring. ‘There’s a leash in the bag too if he needs it,’ she said, as she buckled the collar around Tino’s throat. ‘Pet Shop Pets are all very well trained, but a collar and a leash make people feel good, you know, like they really do own the Pet. It’s kink in disguise, really.’ She spoke over her shoulder to Stella. ‘You can still have leather and PVC if you want, but most of the Pet Shop’s clientele take pleasure in the subtlety of no one else knowing what they’re up to. But the collar does give you a bit more control if he should get out of hand, or if you just want to play a little rough.’ Once Anne had him completely naked, except for the collar, she stuffed his clothes into the rucksack and turned her attention to Stella. ‘Sit there in the chair. Let him get used to you.’
Stella couldn’t believe she was participating in this circus, but with her heart pounding in her chest and her pussy twitching in rhythm, she did as she was told. She was painfully aware of the weighty fullness of her breasts, feeling like they were mostly nipple and areola at the moment. She felt as naked as Tino, who watched her with wide-eyed curiosity.
Anne was saying something about the twat in IT, who didn’t know his arse from his iphone, but Stella wasn’t listening. How could she when Tino had crawled across the floor, erection still bouncing at full attention, and now he sat only inches from her, looking up at her with those deep dark eyes.
Anne smiled her approval. ‘You can touch him. He won’t bite, not unless you tell him to.’
Stella reached out her hand, and he slid closer until her fingers rested in his hair just above his left ear. At her touch, his erection surged, and he moved forward to lower his head onto her thigh.
‘There. You see, he likes you.’ Anne knocked back her drink and tinkled the ice around the glass. ‘I need another one of these.’ She padded off to the kitchen, leaving Stella alone with the Pet.
As she stroked his hair and the nape of his neck around the collar, Tino rubbed his face against her thigh in much the same way her sister’s cat did when she visited. Marking territory, her sister informed her. Was this man marking her as his territory?
He scooted still closer, making a sound at the back of his throat that wasn’t completely unlike a cat’s purr. He continued to nuzzle and rub his face and nose against her thigh, moving in feline stretches, insinuating his way into the space on the floor between her legs. Once there, he rose on his haunches and nestled and stroked until his face rested on her upper thigh. Then with another throaty moan, he nuzzled in, nose first, against her crotch.
She gave a little yelp and grabbed the arms of the chair, a move that he took for an invitation, and snuggled in until she could feel his hot breath through her trousers. ‘Oh God! Tino, I…Ah!’ She bit off the words in a gasp, as Tino began to lick her crotch with long wet strokes of his tongue. His warm saliva made the fabric cling to the contours of her vulva, now moist inside and out. Curling her fingers in his hair, she opened her legs, and shifted her hips. It was as though her mind had completely disengaged from anything other than the pleasure of his exquisite tongue. He pulled her closer to his face, sniffing, inhaling, sampling her scent. She thrust her pussy against his nose with a rush of heat forgetting that this sort of behaviour wasn’t normally tolerated in polite company.
By that delicious smell of cunt, mammals recognize when a female is ready to be mounted. And males do whatever it takes to stimulate them to readiness. Humans were no different. She knew her own smell, when her vulva was slick with her juices and aching to be fucked. And Tino was sniffing her, testing her, familiarizing himself with that intimate scent. Male dogs in the wild were always horny. They lived to copulate, and here was Tino with a hard-on almost from the moment he met her. He really was like an animal!
‘Tino! Bad boy! Get back.’ Anne stormed into the room and grabbed the man by the collar, pulling him away from Stella’s cunt.
‘What the fuck are you doing?’ Stella gasped, using every ounce of her control to keep from dragging him back to her.
Tino wrapped both arms around Anne’s leg until his full cock rubbed against her calf, then he began to hump.
‘Bad boy!’ She shoved him off. ‘You know you don’t lick someone’s pussy unless they ask you, and you don’t hump my leg.’
She turned her attention to Stella who was still struggling to catch her breath. ‘I’m sorry about that, but he’s so uncomfortable. Look how full his balls are. The Pet Shop keep their Pets horny to heighten the pleasure for their keepers, but that’s no excuse for his bad behaviour. He can’t go bashing about like a randy baboon.
‘Bend over, Tino, take your spanking.’
To Stella’s surprise, Tino turned his lovely buttocks to her. Bracing with his arms against the coffee table, his arse was practically in her face, his little back hole clenching nervously. Both intrigued and aroused, she brought her hand down with a stinging smack against his pale bottom. His cock twitched, her wet pussy got wetter. As she spanked him again, he grunted and humped air.’
Anne chuckled. ‘Poor thing. He’s so horny. He’s not used to waiting this long before he comes, and it’s pretty clear he’s got your scent.’ She nodded to the wet spot between Stella’s legs.
Before Stella could explain, Anne took Tino’s face in her hands and kissed him. The Pet responded enthusiastically, and the delicious tongue that had laved Stella’s cunt only minutes before now ate Anne’s mouth as though she were chocolate, and he a chocoholic. She reached down and cupped his balls, kneading them until he whimpered. Then she turned to Stella. ‘I’d say he’s definitely primed and ready. Whatever you want him to do, just ask.’ She looked down at her watch and heaved a sigh. ‘I’d love to stay for the fun, but I’m off to Bath for the weekend. I’ve left The Pet Shop instruction manual in the kitchen on the counter, and anything else Tino might need is in the rucksack. If you have any questions just text.’
‘What?’ Stella grabbed her friend by the arm as she headed for the door and jerked her back. ‘He isn’t going with you? I thought he was your Pet?’
‘Don’t I wish, hon, but Tino is way out of my budget. He’s all yours, compliments of Strigida for a job well done.’
Stella was sure she was sinking claws into her friend’s arm, but she didn’t care. ‘You can’t leave me. I don’t know what to do.’
‘Oh come on, Stel, it hasn’t been that long. He’s yours until Sunday evening, and I can tell you if I were in your shoes, I’d enjoy every second of him.’ She sauntered to the door and let herself out.
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