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  Her husband’s hands wrapped around her and he grabbed the globes of her ass, thrusting up hard and squeezing her tightly with his large warm hands. She felt his girth swell even larger and then he let out a groan. Inside her pussy she could feel his seed start to spray, his cock twitching even as the rest of his body stiffened. She loved to feel him cum inside of her, but this time it wasn’t long enough and she was desperate to get off herself. His cock continued to spasm inside of her, each jerk sending out another fresh splatter of cum against her womb. Eventually the movement stopped and she felt his body get limp beneath her.

  She ground her hips into his pelvis as she felt his already softening dick start to slip from her wetness, but her butt knocked into Oreo again and reminded her of their new puppy.

  She quickly rolled off her husband and moved to the other side of the couch, knowing he was nearly useless for at least an hour now that he had cum.

  “Oreo sweetie, come to mama,” she said.

  Oreo’s head popped up from between her husband’s ass cheeks where it had still been buried, looking for any last bit of peanut butter she could find. “I have a better treat for you here,” Beth continued as she spread her legs. She could feel her husbands cum starting to dribble out of her hole.

  Oreo padded over on her hands and knees and drew up in between her Master’s legs. “That’s a good girl,” Beth said. “Come and eat your treat. This is even better than peanut butter.”

  Oreo moved her head forward cautiously, sniffing at the white cream that was dribbling from the pussy in front of her. Beth reached forward and grabbed the puppy by the hair, pulling her forward gently, but firmly. “Come on, it’s yummy, I promise,” she said.

  Oreo let her head get pulled forward and she stuck out her tongue tentatively to taste the sticky white goo. She rolled it around in her mouth and then stuck out her tongue again to get some more. “That’s right, lick it all up,” Beth said, urging the girl forward by the hair.

  Oreo’s tongue rolled up along her wet pussy, scooping up all of the cum that had leaked out and flicking Beth’s clit lightly as it slid off at the top. “There’s lots more deep inside,” Oreo’s master said. “You just have to push in deep to get it.”

  Beth’s head arched back as she felt the young wet tongue worm its way deep within her folds. One of her hands tightened in the girl’s black hair and the other went and started to rub her clit. She could feel her orgasm approaching, the erotic nature of this hot new situation getting the better of her. She could hardly blame her husband for cumming so quickly; she knew she wasn’t going to take much longer than he had. She lowered her fingers from her clit down to her pussy and pressed them against the tongue that was lapping at her. Taking the hint, Oreo began to lick and suck on her fingers to lubricate them which she then returned promptly to the top of her pussy and continued to rub.

  She felt a warmth begin between her legs and a tingling feeling start to spread out from where Oreo’s tongue met her flesh. Every time the young girl pushed deeper she would feel another spark of pleasure and would stroke herself faster. “That’s right, lick my pussy you little bitch,” she panted. As she felt the tongue lap at her faster, she grabbed her clit between her wet fingers and gave it a little pinch. Suddenly her body tensed and she slammed her knees shut hard against Oreo’s head, squeezing her. “Oh my god!” she screamed as waves of pleasure continued to roll through her. Even as she came and continued to squeeze down against her new puppy’s head, the tongue didn’t stop licking. It was now lapping up her own juices that were pouring out of her, Jonathan’s cream already all but gone into the belly of the hungry little dog.

  “Oooooh,” she moaned again. The speed of the tongue on her pussy was increasing and she felt another blast of pleasure rip through her. She almost couldn’t bear it any more, not being use to having multiple orgasms. She finally had to let go of Oreo’s head with her knees and hand and shove her away with her foot. “Good doggy, now sit,” she said. But Oreo had gotten the scent of her and didn’t want to give up her treat.

  “Woof,” the puppy growled, and moved forward again trying to push back in between Beth’s legs.

  “I said enough,” Beth cried out, kicking her away again.

  Oreo whimpered but still moved forward again with her tongue out. She didn’t want to give up her new favorite treat.

  Suddenly Jonathan came from behind her and pushed the gag back into her mouth and tightened the muzzle again. They could hear the girl whimpering softly from behind the mask.

  “I told you she wasn’t quite trained yet,” he said.

  “I know,” said Beth. “But we’ll continue to work on her. I have a feeling she’s going to become a very close member of this family. I love our new pet.”

  2

  Diapering Dakota

  Dakota threw her bag onto the counter as she entered her small apartment, letting out a grunt of frustration at her long day. She angrily blew a stray strand of her long blond hair out of her eye, silently daring it to come back. She was in no mood to take any shit right now, even from her hair.

  "Hey babe, what's up?" From the couch came the sound of her fiancé Eric. He was lying on his back holding his video game controller and staring at the screen, as usual. He didn't even look over at her to see how pissed off she was, which just pissed her off even more.

  "I've had a really fucking shitty day," she growled. "I'm so sick of making decisions for people. These people are my fucking age, almost, why can't any of them do anything right?" She had been promoted to manager at the retail store she worked at less than a month ago, but she was already wondering if she could handle it. The job itself wasn't difficult, but her young staff acted like they were all a bunch of children. It was summer, and they were mainly made up of high school students so it wasn't overly surprising that none of them took it seriously. It didn't help that at 19 years old they basically just saw her as a peer rather than a superior.

  "That sucks," he said, still without looking up or dropping his controller.

  Dakota just glared at him. Why didn't he know that she was in a bad mood and needed some attention? Why didn't people just know what to fucking do in her life? Why was everything up to her?

  "Eric!"

  "What?" he asked.

  "Can you stop playing your stupid game for two minutes? I'm talking to you here."

  Finally sensing her mood, Eric pressed a button on his controller and the TV screen paused as aliens were exploding around a space ship, coloring the walls in green slime. He rolled off the couch and stood up.

  "Sorry babe, what's wrong? Your staff still acting like children?"

  Dakota just nodded with a grimace on her pretty face. At least he had been sort of listening, although he'd heard this particular complaint many times in the last month so it could have just been a lucky guess.

  Eric walked forward with his arms outstretched. Reluctantly, Dakota inched forward until he met her, wrapping his warmth around her and giving her a squeeze. She felt a bit of the tension start to finally melt away. Something about Eric's embrace always made her feel safe and relaxed. It was very comforting.

  She let out a long shuddering breath as she sank deeper into his arms. "Why can't they just do what they're supposed to do? Why do I always have to be the heavy?"

  "Because you're the boss now?"

  "The whole reason I'm the boss is because I was already doing that role! Ever since I've worked here I've had to make everyone's decisions. Feels like I've been doing that my whole life." In truth, she had. Her parents were both former hippies that never quite grew out of the casual lifestyle. Dakota was still technically a teenager, but she was the oldest of three kids and she had always had to help raise both of her sisters because of her parents casual attitude.

  "I know babe," Eric said, rubbing her back. It felt very nice, and Dakota could feel even more of the days frustrations flowing out of her.

  "I just want a day where I don't have to make any decisions. Where som eone else can just decide everything for me. Everything! Let me be the selfish brat for once. When do I get to be the kid? I feel like I was gypped out of my childhood."

  Eric just continued to rub her back, letting her vent.

  "I'm serious," she continued. I don't even think I got to be a baby. I feel like I came out of the womb and was immediately given responsibilities. I probably had to change my own fucking diapers."

  Eric chuckled.

  "I'm fucking serious," she complained again, but her voice had lost its edge. Her head lay against Eric's broad chest and the warmth of his body pulsated against her ear and cheek.

  "I know you are," Eric said softly. He was quiet for a few minutes as he continued to hold her. "Why don't we take a nap?" he suggested.

  Dakota nodded and let him lead her to the bedroom where they both lay down. He continued to rub her back as she closed her eyes and before she knew it she had drifted off to sleep.

  When she next opened her eyes, it was to the sound of Eric's voice and his hand shaking her shoulder gently. "Time to get up little one. Nap time is over."

  Dakota smiled, her eyes still closed. Just like Eric to tease her after their earlier conversation. Was he planning on talking to her like she was a baby for the rest of the night? She could see him doing that. If he decided that would be funny, he wouldn't let it go. He was tenacious once a thought had entered his head. That was one of the things she liked about him, actually.

  "Sweetie," he said again. "If you nap too long you won't sleep tonight." Her smile widened as he continued in his baby talk voice. He was right though, if she napped too long it would probably keep her up. "And you're not wearing your diaper, either. You don't want to wet the bed." Dakota's smile faded instantly. What?

  Snapping open her eyes, she let them focus for a minute in the dim light of the room. Eric was standing in front of her holding something, and she needed to blink a few times and roll her head back a bit in order to see what it was. Wait, is that really a diaper?

  "What-?" she began, but Eric shushed her immediately with a finger on her lips.

  "Baby needs to be quiet for a bit," Eric said. "I know you like to practice your words, but you can't talk yet so I don't know what it is you want. Let Daddy take care of everything you need. Daddy knows best."

  What the fuck is he doing? Daddy? Is he serious? Dakota lifted an eyebrow and pulled herself up onto an elbow as she looked her fiancé. They liked to role play from time to time, but this was definitely something new. And she wasn't sure she was even in the mood for it.

  "I don't-" she started to say, but this time Eric was ready and as soon as she opened her mouth and started to talk, he reached forward and pressed something into it. Her lips closed instinctively and her tongue touched a soft rubber tip. She gave it an experimental suck and then looked down. He had pushed a baby pacifier into her mouth!

  "Shhhh," he said again. "Daddy knows best. Let me take care of everything baby girl. Now lie back." Eric pushed her flat onto her back and then pulled away the covers. She was still dressed in her clothes from work.

  She finally clued in to what he was doing. She had complained about not having a childhood. Of not getting to be a baby. Of having to make all the decisions. This was Eric's answer to all of that. He was going to treat her like a baby and do everything for her. It was kind of sweet, in a really fucked up and perverse kind of way.

  Still, though, the thought of not having to make any decisions at all did still appeal to her. With a shrug, she sank deeper into the bed and looked up at him. She gave the pacifier in her mouth a hard and loud suck in the hopes that it would signal to Eric that she was willing to give this a try. At least for a few minutes. It was still weird.

  Eric nodded in understanding and smiled down at her. "Good girl," he said. "Now let's get this diaper on you."

  Dakota's eyes widened, she had forgotten he was holding that. He can't be serious, she thought.

  Placing the diaper next to her on the bed, Eric's fingers went to the front of her pants and undid the button. He pulled down the zipper and then grabbed hold of the waist, sliding his fingers in between the fabric and her skin before giving them a good yank. Dakota lifted her hips automatically and the pants flipped down past her ass, taking her white cotton panties down along with them. With another yank, he had pulled them all the way down to her knees, exposing her neatly shaved pussy.

  Eric pulled her bottoms the rest of the way off and picked them up, examining them. "Good," he said. "You didn't make any pee pee during your nap. Let's get this diaper on now before you wet the bed, though."

  Dakota had to stifle a giggle as Eric lifted her ankles high above his head, pushing them back until her butt was up in the air. With his free hand, he pulled the diaper over and slid it under her before he let her down slowly. The material of the diaper made a crinkling sound as her ass pressed into it, and it felt cool against her skin.

  After he lowered her legs again, Eric pulled the front of the diaper up between them and brought it to the front of her pussy, although she noticed that as he adjusted it his hands touched her a little more than was necessary. When he was finally satisfied with the position, he pulled the sides up and fastened the sticky tabs that held it closed and pressed against her flesh.

  He stood looking at her, admiring his work. "There, that's better. You should be good now."

  Dakota lifted herself up onto both elbows this time and looked down at the white plastic pants her fiancé had fastened around her waist. He must have gone out to buy these, and the pacifier, while she had napped. They certainly weren't anything they had lying around.

  Eric reached forward and grabbed her by the elbow, pulling her the rest of the way up. He then reached down and pulled her shirt up and over her head, leaving her in just her bra and diaper. "Now what is that doing on you," he said, staring at her chest. "You're not old enough for that!" His voice was stern, and she was surprised that he could keep a straight face while he spoke to her. He seemed really serious about all of this.

  Eric reached around her back and unfastened her bra with a practiced flip of his fingers. The strapless, lacy fabric fell forward immediately and landed in her lap, allowing her small b cup breasts to bounce slightly as they were freed. Her little pink nipples hardened as the cool air of the apartment stimulated them. At least, she thought that's what had made them erect. Certainly not this silly game?

  "There," he said. "All of those tight clothes would have made you uncomfortable crawling around," he said. "And would have made it difficult for Daddy to change your diaper. Put this on instead. "He handed her a shirt that she recognized from the back of her closet. It was from her childhood, and definitely too small to wear outside the house, but she could still squeeze into it for these purposes. She let Eric slide it over her head and then down across her breasts. His fingers again got between the fabric and her skin a bit more than necessary, but he eventually got the top into place. It didn't even make it down to her belly button, only just barely covering the bottom swell of her breasts.

  "Great," he said. "Time for your bottle."

  Dakota nodded. After her nap, her mouth was feeling pretty dry, she could use a drink. And he was the boss, after all. Wait, did he say bottle?

  "Here," he said, holding one out towards her. He really was going all out.

  Dakota reached forward and took the bottle as Eric pulled the pacifier out of her mouth. She looked down at the rubber nipple skeptically, but then finally shrugged again. She did say she wanted someone to tell her what to do. The least she could do is go along with it when they did. She brought the bottle to her lips and closed down on it, squishing it between her tongue and the roof of her mouth as she tilted it up. Immediately she was greeted by a cool liquid that she swallowed eagerly. She had expected water or milk, but this tasted much better. It was familiar, but she couldn't quite place it.

  Eric got on the bed behind her and pulled her back against him until she was lying in his lap, sucking on the bott le that she held. Eric moved her hand away and took it from her, holding it in position as he fed her. Surprisingly, Dakota felt very relaxed in this position and enjoyed having her head on Eric's lap as he stroked her hair.

  She continued to drink for a few minutes, taking her time finishing the bottle. The rubber nipple only allowed a few drops out at a time so she couldn't drink very fast. When she was finally done, Eric pulled the bottle from her lips. As he did so, she caught a bit of an after taste as she breathed in through her mouth, and her nose picked up a familiar scent. That drink was spiked! He had given her something with rum in it. She knew she recognized that flavor. Rum was her favorite alcohol, but that hardly seemed something you give a baby. She giggled to herself.

  "Here, sit up now, I need to burp you," Eric said, pulling her by the armpits and then rotating her until she was leaning forward, facing over his shoulder. He rubbed her back firmly. The sudden movement from lying to sitting, mixed with the rum, was making Dakota feel dizzy. She was a small girl, and didn't drink that often, so when she did it went straight to her head. After a few minutes of rubbing, she did manage to let out a little burp.

  "Good girl," Eric said. Dakota blushed, but was also proud of herself for doing as she was told. She was happy to please her fiancé. "Now, why don't you follow Daddy into the other room and play for a bit," he said. He moved to the edge of the bed and stepped off, pulling Dakota along with him. When she got to the edge, though, he put her down on the floor. "Okay, now crawl along behind Daddy and try to keep up."

  He turned and strode out of the room, and Dakota had to get onto all fours and quickly hurry after him to catch up. She was happy that their floor was carpeted, saving her knees. The diaper against her bottom made soft rustling noises each time she moved, and it rubbed gently against her pussy, stimulating it slightly. It felt oddly comforting to be wrapped snugly in the tight plastic.