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$0.99 SALE ~ The Billionaire’s Puppy – The Complete Collection by D.J. Heart

This collection contains all eighteen installments of the Billionaire’s Puppy series–a dark erotic fantasy featuring extreme BDSM, puppy play, domination, and a handsome billionaire whose moral compass has completely malfunctioned…

Rex is tired of gold diggers and boyfriends who refuse to get kinky with him. He wants someone he can come home to and use however he wants, without all the drama of…

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I think it’d fun to work at a liquor store and clock needy little toys the moment they come up to the register. Maybe when their eyes linger on my hands too long when I take their drinks from them to ring them up, or maybe locking eye contact with them with a knowing look just to seem them blush and drop their gaze, knowing I’ve caught them checking me out. I’d save the biggest bottle they chose for last, scanning it and telling them their total and watching them wince at the price, but setting the bottle back onto counter instead of in their the bag with the others.

“I’ll let you have all of it for free if you ride this right here for me sweetie.”

They’d give me that startled, deer in the headlights look like they can’t believe what I just said to them unprompted, their mouth starting to form protests before their eyes drop to my hand still around the sides of the bottle on the counter and back at the price on the register display, before meekly nodding their head in agreement. I’d smile at them and softly whisper “Good girl/boy”, only making them blush harder and look down. They’d take a moment to glance around to ensure we’re alone before shyly starting to slid their pants and underwear in one movement off their hips. They’d take a hesitant look at the bottle on the counter, as if unsure what to do next and I’d just smile at them, reaching over the counter with both my hands and grabbing them under the arms, pulling them up and onto the counter itself in one fluid movement before they even know what was happening. They’d blush even harder at how I manhandled them, kneeling on the counter with their bottom half completely exposed, already lined up to bottle underneath them. I’d reach and gently play with them, making sure they’re ready before guiding the bottle into their hole myself, helping it slide inside them before leaning back and letting them take over, watching them move their hips and ride the bottle, moaning as they fuck it for me.

Sitting back and enjoying the show, smiling at them in encouragment whenever they remember what they’re doing for and open their eyes, looking at me like they need approval to enjoy it. They’d be so cute losing themselves in how good it feels to have my eyes on them while they fuck themselves senseless on their bottle.

Their eyes jolting open and them freezing where they are when the hear the door opening and the accompanying chime to tell me there’s a customer in the store. I’d meet their panicked eyes with a stern glance, ignoring their pleading look.

“Keep going.”

I’d stand to walk over to the register next to them and call out a greeting to the customer, letting them know the current sale and where the drink they’re looking for is, completely ignoring the needy thing bouncing on a glass bottle right next to me. Ringing them up casually when they come up with their purchases, making small talk like nothing’s out of the ordinary. They’d only finally glance over at them while I’m getting their change, but still directing their comments to me. “I don’t know how you keep finding them. Pretty little thing this time though, aren’t they?”

I’d smile and laugh it off, agreeing with them about how pretty they and handing them their change, telling them to have a good one as they walk out the door. Finally turning around and giving my attention back to the my current little plaything again. They knew enough to not dare cum while I was with my regular, but they’re a mess because of it, barely holding it in while they bounce on the bottle with even more enthusiasm then before, eyes half closed in ecstasy, their own exhibitionism and objectification clearly turning them on even more. Their eyes going in and out of focus even when I stand right in front of them, right up until I grab their chin and lift it to force them to look up into my gaze, taller then them despite their kneeling on the counter.

“You can cum now sweetie, you’ve done a good job.”

They’d go almost completely slack, collapsing with their head pressed into my chest and their hand between their legs, giving them the extra stimulation they need as they ride the bottle. Scream into my shirt and bunching it around their other hand as they try to ground themselves through their orgasm. I’d keep softly praising them and telling them what a good job they’ve done through it all. Their legs still shaking when they finally start to catch their breath and cautiously pull away to kneel on their own again, like they’re trying to gather themselves, unsure if they can handle their own balance.

I’d reach underneath them and pull the bottle out of them, making them whimper in overstimulation. I’d grab their chin with my hand and push the bottle into their mouth, making eye contact with them while I manhandle them into cleaning their own mess. After a few seconds I’d drop my hand and take bottle out, procuring a roll of paper towel from under the register and wiping it clean before setting it in the bag with the rest of their drinks. They’d be shakily climbing off the counter when I push the bag over to them, again smiling at them with almost pride, making them blush again. I’d watch their gaze shift down to the obvious bulge in my pants, making me to smile even wider.

“Maybe next time sweetie, this offers always on table when I’m on shift. I work tuesdays and thursday nights alone, less traffic on the tuesdays. I’ll see you soon okay doll?”

They’d blush, embarrassed that I knew they were already trying to figure out if it could happen again, take a few shy steps back before breaking into a brisk walk and leaving like they didn’t want to be seen in there any longer.

A few Tuesdays later they’d finally show up again, an overconfident friend they told about their previous experience in tow, excited to get free alcohol and see the show the original sub puts on to earn it. The moment the store door opens and chimes to let me know I have customers, I’d see them walking in together and fix a stern gaze on the sub from last time, silently communicating to them that I don’t appreciate their bringing along of someone trying to cut in our deal. They’d only blush and look away, not wanting to face my disappointment head on. I’d roll my eyes at the typical pushover submissive attitude and fix my attention on their friend as they move to browse the drinks in on display at the entrance.

“Hey. I know why you’re here.”

“I don’t give out free shows and drinks. You either leave and wait outside til they’re done, or you ride a bottle same as them and earn the same deal. Your choice.”

They’d sputter and complain, trying argue that they aren’t doing anything wrong and I can’t do that, trying to bluster their way into getting what I want. It’s only once I remind them that the entire deal is up to me in first place, that this isn’t a store policy and that deals like this are entirely up to my own discretion that they realize they have no power in this situation or any right to get what they had wanted out of it. They’d go silent, weighing the options in their head. They could leave and still get the benefit of the free drinks, but they look over at the original sub browsing away on the other side of the store where they escaped to avoid the awkward confrontation between their friend and I. The original sub is looking at larger bottles and tentatively placing their hand around one of them to get a gauge on its width, making it entirely obvious what they’re thinking about while browsing. The tag along watching them wanted the free alcohol yes, but they had really been more excited to see the original sub in such a compromising position tonight. They wouldn’t want to give up on that goal, and how hard could riding a bottle really be?? It’s not like they’re a stranger to penetration. They mutter to me that they’ll do it before leaving to browse bottles with their companion, taking a much more tentative look at their size and shape now that they have to think about the consequences of their choice.

A little bit later and they’d come up to the counter with their choices. The original sub having chosen a large, awkwardly shaped bottle that they seem to eye lustfully as they set it down for me to scan. In contrast, the new person that accompanied them chose a small, simple shaped bottled drink with a thin neck. It’s clear they’re nervous about what they’re about to do and chose accordingly. Once they’re scanned the original sub leans playfully over the counter at me and asks me if they can still get the deal from last time they were here. I’d chuckle yes as they kick off their bottoms and I reach over to pull them up onto the counter the same way as before, still making them blush just as hard at the action. While they start to line up the large bottle they chose with their hole, their friend looks at me and almost sullenly asks if they need to get on the other register counter right next to this one in order to get started. I’d looking confusedly at them like they said something that made no sense to me, then tell them that no, I need to keep the other register open in case I have to ring up any other customers. They’d ask me if I’m serious, since these two are clearly the only two in the store. I’d shrug and tell them that I’m still running a business here. They’d respond by asking me where the hell they’re supposed to do this then; and I’d only respond by using my hands to gently manhandle and slide the original sub a few inches over to one side of the free counter space to free up just a tiny amount of space. The newcomer would look disbelieving at me until they realized I was serious, then gritting down as they pull off their own bottoms and climb up onto the counter themselves. They’d take a moment to situate the bottle underneath them, then straighten up as it starts to slide in and immediately regret where it puts them as their face is now only inches from the original subs, who’s now moaning with their eyes closed as they ride their own bottle just in front of them.

The tag along would freeze, not knowing what to do so close to the person they came here to watch perform, not participate in the performance with. They’d only remember to keep riding their bottle when I place a heavy hand on their back and push them down onto it, kickstarting them into remembering what they’re doing and starting to bounce their hips on the glass filling them up. But the whole time they’d be staring at the original subs lips, memorized by being so close to them. They’d catch themselves leaning forward to kiss them and only barely catch themselves, stopping only an inch or two away from their face. But it’d be at that exact moment that the original sub opens their eyes to see their friend riding along with them, leaned in to kiss them just inches away. The original sub would grin and throw their hands around the tag alongs neck, pulling them in for a deep and sensual kiss as they continue to ride the bottles. They’d lose themselves in the moment, riding their glass choices together as they kiss until they cum wrapped in each others arms. They’d shakily climb off the bottles and I’d help each of them off the counter onto their wobbly legs before keeping my promise and giving them their chosen drinks for free. The original sub still glowing and their tag along partner looking suitably humbled after going through such an unexpected holy experience. I’d wish them both a good night after reminding them again of my typical work schedule, and watch with a little pride as they walk out of the store leaning on each other for stability