Chapter Two

Sparky. That's the name she gave me. It wasn't very original but I answered to it anyway. What
choice did I have? I was Adrianna's fucking pet. So I answered to Sparky whenever she called -
and she was calling more and more frequently.

"HEEL!" she'd command before each "training" session, cracking me on the shoulder with her belt,
forcing me to kneel.Then she'd grind her pussy in my face. "This is a vagina," she'd grunt, then
back up and smile sweetly. "Are we going to please it today?" I'd nod obediantly. "That's a goood
boy!" she'd coo, patting me on the head.

Adrianna was "training" me to properly eat pussy because "That's what good doggies do."
It was rough going at first.

"Bad dog!" she'd snap, boxing my ears with the heels of her palms whenever she felt I was
performing inadequately. Then a condescending lecture would follow, complete with a detailed
drawing of a vagina as a visual aid.

"This is the clitoral hood, and this is the labia major. Now you start here with very - Sparky!
are you paying attention? Good boy. Now, as I was saying..."

I hadn't had my ears boxed in a while. I had gotten good and I knew it.You can't spend that much
time in woman's crotch without learning her body language - if you're paying attention. And
thanks to the joy Adrianna got in disciplining me, I was forced to pay attention. I could never
tell what was getting her off more, the disciplining or the cunnilingus.

Not that Adrianna wasn't thoroughly getting off on the cunnilingus. She was a greedy bitch. The
better I got the more she wanted. I'd eat her pussy until my jaws and neck ached. I'd eat her
until she flowed like the Danube and her juices soaked my pores. It never seemed to be enough.

Then to heighten the excitement she started taking more risks. She'd keep me working on
her right up until Mrs. Franco's car parked in the driveway. I'd have to jumped out a window and
then sneak back into my house, carefully avoiding my mother and her powerful sense of smell.

I didn't know how much longer I could keep this up. The stress from lying and sneaking around
was affecting my appetite and making me irritable. But I saw no way out. I was a dog on a leash.


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"Cody, it's Adrianna," My mom said handing me the phone. I could tell by the frown on her face
I was going to get an earful as soon as I hung up.

"Yeah, Adrianna. What's up?" My mom just stood there holding her ground.

"Spaaaarky! Come here, Boy." I felt an ache in pit of my stomach as her kissing sounds echoed in
my ear. I feared I was developing an ulcer.

"Gimme ten minutes." I hung up the phone and just waited for the inevitable.

"Cody, why are you over there so much? If she's that slow, she belongs in special education."

"Ah, come on, Ma. She just doesn't have much of an inner ear for writing. It's not that
uncommon."

"Oh, so now you're a pyschologist. I'm sorry, I didn't know -"

"You want me to stop helping her? Is that it?"

"Oh, just go," she sighed after an awkward silence. The ghost of Four Fingers Nicky was still
hovering menacingly over our household.


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"Come here, Boy! Come on." Adrianna was lying on the bed, knees up, patting the bed. She was
naked except for the housecoat loosely draping her body. She was giving me a unobstructed view
of her pussy - and it was a beautiful pussy, though one I'd come to resent for being attached
to such a pig.

"Good doggy," she said as I approached her bed. Her right hand moved slowly down to her clit
and started rubbing it. Her wavy blonde pubic hair was already shining with her lubrication.
Oh, she needed some head bad.

It had been ten days, my longest break yet. Mrs. Franco hadn't been leaving Adrianna at home
by herself as before. Even making it a point to take Adrianna with her whenever she went to the
hair salon or ran errands. I was begining to think she suspected something.

Adrianna was going crazy, drowning in frustration. I was getting some sort of twisted satisfaction
in knowing that she was addicted to my tongue. But it wasn't helping me. Adrianna was never going
to free me as long as she was getting good head, and if I ever became deficient in that department,
she'd have no reason not to burn me. I was trapped. As my tongue made contact with her pussy, I
had resigned myself to living a dog's life.


"Goood, Boy. Mommy missed you, yes she did." My tongue slowly traveled up her folds. I knew just
how she liked it. I could do it in my sleep. In fact, my mind often drifted as she squirmed under
my tongue. Daydreaming of how good it would feel fucking her - especially when she was this horny.

Her smell was stronger than it had ever been, cutting off my breath. She grabbed my head from
behind and lifted her hips off the bed. I flattened my tongue to let grind her clit against
it. She was close to lift off. I could tell by the way her thighs quivered, straining to keep
her ass off the bed.

"Ohhhh, Doggy!" She collasped back on the bed, rubbing her crotch all over my face, soaking me
in her juices as she lay trembling on the bed. She always kept a hand full of my hair in her
her grasp while she come down from her high. I hated it. It was her way of yanking the leash,
reminding me who was in control, that this was far from over, that -

Adrianna's high piercing scream shattered my train of thought. She quickly closed her housecoat
and kicked me off her bed. I hit the carpet shoulder-first, rolling over to face a pair of red
Jimmy Choos. I quickly jumped to my feet, fear numbing the pain in my shoulder only slightly.

Mrs. Franco was staring into the room with an assassin's glare.

 

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