Dog Play with My Stunning Senior (4)
Honestly, I'd never heard the term "lovey-dovey chu-chu" before in my life. But I could guess it meant a sticky, passionate kiss so intense it could spark love even where none existed—combining the deep affection of "lovey-dovey" with the smooching sound of lips meeting and parting, "chu-chu." I'd done plenty of kissing during lovey-dovey sex with Ia Ris, so I confidently told Malang that I'd give her some lovey-dovey chu-chu too.
But seeing her now, that firm, bouncy ass thrust out toward me, her tail and hips swaying in that crossed, teasing rhythm... there was just no angle for a kiss. What the hell? Should I just start by slamming into her for sex first?
"Master, hurry up♡ Give Malang lovey-dovey chu-chu♡ Pretty please? Don't tease meee♡"
But listening to Malang beg for it, that didn't seem right either. I'd already said lovey-dovey chu-chu was part of lovey-dovey sex, so asking what it meant now would undermine my authority as her owner. Instead, I decided to coax her into explaining it herself.
Slowly.
Schlick.
"Hiiing♡"
I slid my finger up the flushed mound of her true pussy lips, slipping it between the plump, soft folds. Her unused virgin pussy welcomed it, hot warmth enveloping me, until my fingertip brushed something soft and yielding. The hymen. I believed it. She really was a virgin. Careful not to tear it, I eased my finger out and downward, rolling her excited little clit—small but insistently begging for attention amid all that true pussy lip arousal.
"Ah, nooo♡ Don't roll Malang's bean like that♡♡♡"
Her clit spinning wildly like a total scatterbrain, she instantly spread her legs wide in an A-frame, hips shuddering. So damn cute. Smiling, I whispered into her floppy dog ear.
"But Malang, I'd love it if you gave me some lovey-dovey chu-chu first."
I had no clue what it was, but if she demonstrated, problem solved. I could just watch and copy next time. Plus, if it satisfied some desire even lovey-dovey sex couldn't touch, it had to feel incredible. When I'd said it was ten times better than pussy lip play, she'd thought of it alongside lovey-dovey sex—it only made sense if it was pure bliss.
"Huuung♡ M-Malang wants to give Master lovey-dovey chu-chu♡ So bad♡"
Luckily, with her clit rolling and mind fogging, she didn't suspect a thing about my ignorance. She dove right in. To ensure a proper show, I pulled away from her perky little clit and spread my arms wide.
"Alright then. Go for it."
Up until I said that to Malang, I'd assumed lovey-dovey chu-chu was just another name for a deep kiss. But to avoid embarrassment if it wasn't, I'd made her go first.
"Okay, Master! First, take off those pesky clothes!"
"What?"
"Come on, you know the drill—everything, even your panties?"
Her casual demand for a full striptease left me regretting my words instantly.
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"...Like this?"
Gulp...
One casual request for lovey-dovey chu-chu, and now Paster was stripping down to nothing—not even panties. Silk couldn't help swallowing hard.
She'd seen him shirtless once before, back when he was on 3rd Team. After she'd forced him through survival training—tossing him into a pit of her high-grade tamed beasts to be chased—he'd been drenched in sweat, peeling off his top. Even then, his body had drawn an involuntary "wow." But the naked perfection before her now? Untouchable. A sculpted masterpiece maximizing human beauty, crowned by that violently erect monster cock. Her mind went blank.
Her brain shut down everything but survival essentials to memorize every inch of his nude form. That's why Paster's question barely registered—one ear in, one ear out.
"..."
"Malang. Malang? Hey, you told me to strip, and now you're just staring blankly? What's the deal?"
One slip of the tongue, and he'd ended up naked before his own pet dog. Paster didn't like it. His movements turned rougher as he pinched her clit between thumb and index finger—like grabbing an ice cream bar—squeezing hard.
"Hyat?! H-Hiiiing♡♡♡♡"
Pinched just shy of pain on her most sensitive spot, Silk finally snapped out of her trance.
"Malang, you stripped your Master buck naked and now you're spacing out like a bad girl?"
"S-Sowwy! I'm sowwy! Malang was bad, Master! Don't pinch Malang's bean that hawd or she'll cum! Malang has to do lovey-dovey chu-chu, but pussy lips and bwain went dumb and Malang neglected duty!"
But for daring to zone out after stripping her Master, Silk could only sputter desperate apologies while two fingers utterly subdued her. Apologies alone don't fix everything—no need for cops or courts then—so she had to pay the price.
Crackle.
A tiny white spark from Paster's finger dove mercilessly into her clit. She arched, climaxing instantly.
"Hiiiing♡♡♡ C-Cuuuuming♡♡ Malang's pussy lips all excited and bean standing tall, pwessed by Master's fingew and going♡♡"
Only after shuddering violently, pussy juices dripping in heavy drops from her deep orgasm, did Silk earn Paster's forgiveness.
"Hek... Hic... Hic..."
Watching her pant obscenely, legs gone limp in that wide A-frame, Paster issued the command he'd meant to before.
"Now, no more stalling. Lovey-dovey chu-chu time."
"L-Lovey-dovey chu-chuuu..."
Reacting to the words despite her aftershocks, Silk mustered strength and approached Paster.
"F-First... lie down on the bed, Master."
"Hm? Uh, sure."
Paster lay back as told, but something felt off about her prep for lovey-dovey chu-chu. Hadn't she just begged for it while bracing against the wall, ass out? This was nothing like doggy prep. Was lovey-dovey chu-chu posture-agnostic? But no— she'd assumed doggy so naturally. Usually, you position to make the act easy for the other person. Paster couldn't shake a twinge of doubt.
"Do it."
Shaking off the faint shame from stripping, arms crossed, he commanded Silk. His massive cock twitched impatiently, urging her on. No choice but to obey her Master's order.
"Master, Malang will give it her all for lovey-dovey chu-chu, okay? You have to do the same back to Malang after♡?"
"Huh? Y-Yeah, of course. Promised, didn't I?"
She pressed for confirmation; Paster nodded. Yes...! The instant he agreed so casually, Silk fist-pumped inwardly with a quiet cheer.
Why was Silk, who'd already "won" lovey-dovey chu-chu, so thrilled? Simple: she had no idea what it actually was either. The term had popped into her head when Paster mentioned lovey-dovey sex—neither knew the details. She'd requested it to squeeze every drop from him beyond regular lovey-dovey sex. If he'd asked, "What's that?" she'd have purred, "You don't know lovey-dovey chu-chu? Guess Malang has to show Master hands-on♡" and done whatever she craved.
But he'd spouted nonsense like "It's included in lovey-dovey sex," throwing her off-script. Caught off-guard, she'd retreated. But now? Master doesn't know either♡ Unlike his confident claim, he was clueless—as expected from a term she'd just invented. To preserve his "dignity," he'd told her to demonstrate first. And that slip handed her the perfect opportunity.
Order me to do lovey-dovey chu-chu with no clue? I get to do everything I want to him... and he'll have to return the favor. Should've just admitted ignorance instead of guarding that silly pride—dug his own grave.
Oblivious to his blunder, Paster lay there arms crossed, cock bobbing arrogantly, ordering her on. To Silk, he looked irresistibly cute and delicious. This mind game? My total victory. Master♡
Her prize: carte blanche on Paster. Beaming with rosy delight at fulfilling her wildest dreams, she cooed seductively at the reclining man.
"Yesss... Malang's gonna give Master the most devoted lovey-dovey chu-chu♡"
Bon appétit♡