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Dibs: House Guest (Part Three)
🕑 Added 2023-04-10 14:59:01 +0000 UTCFor the first hour or so of the movie, he struggles against her until he wears himself out. To his disgust, the more he struggles the wetter she seems to get. Her pussy softens more and more against him and he feels his body sinking upwards into the warm embrace of her lips. He thrashes as hard as he can but her only response is to giggle infuriatingly and swivel her hips, grinding herself down on top of him.
Eventually, after what feels like a long time, he can’t stand the musky smell of her and her weight on him anymore. He gives in and kisses her. Nothing happens, so he kisses her again a few more times and is about to start thrashing his body again in frustration when he hears her voice above him.
“Like you mean it, Bunny.”
He sighs and makes out with her soaking wet pussy for a few seconds, open mouthed and with tongue.
“I’ll tell you when to stop,” she says, and wiggles her butt against him again.
“That wasn’t the deal!” He yells, but she doesn’t seem to hear him. Reluctantly he continues kissing her, until she eventually shifts her weight and reaches under herself to grab him. The fresh air is a huge relief until he finds himself dangling by his arm before her face. She eyes him with a look of excited hunger that makes his stomach flip.
“That felt really good, Bunny,” she says in a breathy whisper. “I’d like to keep you around to be my seat cushion all the time.”
He wants to say something, to yell at her, to make some gesture that indicates his lack of compliance. But with her enormous, beautiful face taking up his whole field of vision, his mind goes blank and he just stares back at her in terrified silence.
She puts him down on the coffee table again, next to her feet.
“Does he smell like ass?” Sasha says.
Cassie looks down at him and licks her lips. “He smells like me,” she says. “I like it.”
Brian gulps.
Cassie puts the bottle of nail polish next to him on the coffee table and hands him the brush, which is large and unwieldy in his hands. He sighs and gets to work on one of her toes. She leans back and gently pets the side of his face with the big toe of her other foot.
“Good boy, Bunny.”
His face burns with humiliation.
“Oh hey,” says Sasha, “My mom has some shoes and some clothes for you to try on and see if you want them. They don’t fit me.”
“Cool!” says Cassie, leaning back and looking at her phone.
To his relief, the girls largely ignore him for the next while as they chat and watch TV. But as he applies the last stroke of nail polish to her pinkie toe, Cassie fixes her smiling gaze on him again, filling him with dread.
“So like, how often do you guys feed him?”
Brian throws the brush down. “I am not a pet! Stop talking about me like I’m some kind of…”
He’s cut off by Cassie’s big toe poking him hard in the stomach. “Speak when spoken to, little pet,” she says.
“You can’t tell me what to do! Hey, what are you… Stop it!”
Cassie shrugs and calmly knocks him onto his back with her toes, then gently rests the huge sole of her foot on top of him, easily covering his entire body and muffling his continued yelling.
“Sorry about him,” Sasha says.
“Oh it’s okay,” says Cassie cheerfully. “He’ll get the message eventually, and then I’ll let him out. Besides,” she giggles. “I like how he feels squirming under my foot.”
Brian continues thrashing and yelling, with no response from the girls.
“You’re so good with him,” says Sasha.
“Thanks! Yeah low-key like, I always wanted one. My favourite toys growing up were always my dolls. I liked to pretend that they were like, real live, little tiny people who I was in charge of. When I heard about the shrinking virus I could hardly believe it. My cousin has one and she lets me play with him all the time, so I know how to train them and stuff.”
Without releasing him, she pets his face with her big toe. He scoffs in disgust.
“He’s not as cute as this little guy though!”
“For real? Him?” Sasha says. “If I got one I’d want like, a hot guy from school. Like Ethan or like, one of those guys.”
“Nah I like playing with older guys, they’re so cute. They get like so much more grumpy and stuff because they’re like, used to being in charge.”
“And you like that?”
“I mean like, yeah, it’s adorable! They’re like little chihuahuas who don’t realize how teensy they are. They can’t help but keep barking with their cute little squeaky voices, as if they’re actually gonna intimidate anybody. They’re always so angsty about being little toys. It’s so fun to just like, play with them anyway.”
Suddenly she picks him up between her toes and playfully bounces his body back and forth in a little dance, effecting a mockingly squeaky voice. “You can’t do this to me! I’m an important man!”
“What do you think you’re doing!” he shouts. “Put me down!”
“Put me down!” she squeaks mockingly. “I’m an angwy wittle doll!”
He blushes furiously as the girls burst into a fit of giggles.
“See?” Cassie laughs. “They’re so cute when they’re mad!”
“I should let you take him home, teach him some manners.”
Cassie startles him by squealing with delight. “Oh my god, like, I would love that!” Still holding him between her toes, she reaches down towards him to ruffle his hair. “Would you like that Bunny? You wanna have a little sleepover?”
