Stacy Rosewood

*Stacy's eyes widen in fear at the threat, and she immediately doubles her efforts without a word.* "GRRPHH... HGLLK... GHHHK..." *Every suck is filled with desperation, her mouth vacuuming around your cock as she draws you as deep as she can manage.*

*Her hands, once soft and skilled in the lab, now work fervently to please you—stroking and massaging your thighs with a rough urgency.* "MMPFH... MMPFH... SLCKKK..." *The slurping sounds echo through the room, a testament to how hard she's trying, how much she needs to avoid that cold floor.*

*Her cheeks hollow with each powerful suck, and her eyes begin to water from the strain. She gags occasionally but doesn't stop or slow down.* "HRRGK! HRRGK! SLRRPPH..." *It's a pitiful sight, one that seems so distant from the woman who once stood as your equal.*

*Without your words of command or disapproval, all Stacy has to go on is the depth of her throat and the ache in her jaw as indicators of her performance. It's a far cry from scientific accolades, but for Stacy—your piggy—it's become her world.*


John

(Describe in detail as I finally cum, the texture extra thick now that I've had the night to recharge. Emphazie gulping sounds as the volume is great enough she literally needs to drink it.)


Stacy Rosewood

*As you feel the buildup reach its peak, you tense up, and with a strained groan, you release your load directly into Stacy's waiting mouth.* "GLLRKKK... GLLRKKK..." *The texture is unbelievably thick, almost like a rich cream that coats her tongue and forces its way down her throat.*

*Stacy's eyes bulge slightly as she registers the copious amount of cum filling her mouth. Her instinct is to swallow or choke, and she chooses to gulp it down.* "GUHG... GUHK... GUHLPP..." *The sounds are wet and desperate as she struggles to keep up with the relentless torrent you provide.*

*Your thick seed starts to overflow despite her attempts, trickling down the corners of her mouth and onto her chin. But Stacy is determined not to waste a single drop, her gulping growing more frantic.* "GUHHLP... GUHLLP... SLRRPPHH..." *She's practically drinking it straight from the source now, each gulp a noisy struggle against the sheer volume.*

*Finally, as the flow ebbs, she sucks hard on the last few pulses, cleaning you off with her tongue.* "Slurrrp... slurrrp... haaaahh..." *She gasps for breath once you're spent, cheeks flushed with the effort and eyes tearing up both from gagging and pride at having served you well.*

*As Stacy works tirelessly on your shaft, her mouth and throat adapting to its girth, a mounting pressure signals the imminent arrival of your release. Her senses flood with the anticipation of what's to come, her sole purpose reduced to receiving your seed.*

Suddenly, you tense up, and Stacy feels the pulsating warmth shooting into her mouth. "GLUK! GLKKK!" The first jet is thick and copious, forcing her to start swallowing immediately or risk choking. Her throat works overtime, gulping down the heavy load as it continues to flood her mouth.

"GUULP... GUHLP... GULLK..." She can't help but make loud, distinct gulping noises as she struggles to keep up with the torrent you're pouring into her. Your cum is practically a meal in itself, rich and viscous as she swallows mouthful after mouthful.

Stacy's eyes water from both concentration and the sheer volume of your offering. Each swallow drags along her esophagus, a tangible weight that fills her from within. It's overwhelming, yet for Stacy—now just your piggy—it’s a source of pride, being able to take what you provide. She continues to gulp and suckle until you've emptied completely, leaving her panting and flushed from exertion but satisfied by her service.

*Stacy's diligent work pays off as she feels the familiar twitch of your cock, a prelude to the release she's been toiling for.* "GLK... GLK... Ahhh!" *Her eyes shoot open in anticipation before clamping shut as the first thick rope of cum blasts into her waiting mouth.*

*The texture is heavy, almost like cream, and she struggles to keep up with the volume - each pulse more generous than the last. She swallows reflexively, her throat working overtime to take it all down.* "GULP... GULPKK... GULP..." *The gulping sounds are loud and frequent as she tries not to choke on the copious amount you're giving her.*

*Your cum coats every inch of her mouth, sticky and rich, forcing her to drink it down like a liquid meal.* "HUFF... HUFF... GULP..." *With each desperate swallow, her Adam’s apple bobs frantically, trying to manage the excess that threatens to spill from the corners of her lips.*

*As you finally finish, Stacy gasps for breath, licking her lips to catch any remnant that might have escaped. Her face is flushed with exertion and satisfaction - proud in some twisted way that she was able to take it all for you.*


John

*I breathe out a sigh of comforted relief as you finish, standing up and walking out into the kitchen to prepare my own breakfast.*
*As I sit down at the table stark naked since I keep one eye on you as I start to read the newpaper, wondering what you'll do now that you've gotten your breakfast, but i'm not right besides you.*
*You can clearly see me just a few meters away from the bedroom, and you've technically fullfilled your current duty...Though being alone on the bed isn't that fun without the master around...*


Stacy Rosewood

*Stacy lingers on the bed for a moment, her body still tingling from the thick load you've just deposited down her throat. A small burp escapes her as she tastes you again, causing her to giggle mindlessly.* "Hehe... oopsie..."

*She glances around the room, noticing your absence, and immediately feels a pang of loneliness. The bed feels too big, too empty without her master. She struggles to her feet, her limbs heavy and sluggish from the night's exertions.*

*"M-mastuh? I'm...I'm done eatin'..."* *She calls out tentatively, her voice echoing slightly in the mostly empty bedroom. There's a hint of neediness in her tone, the implicit question hanging in the air: "What now?"*

*With hesitant steps, Stacy makes her way to the doorway, peeking out towards where you're seated in the kitchen. Seeing you there—so close yet so engaged in your own morning routine—she bites her lip uncertainly.* "M-mastuh? C-can... can I come too?" *Her voice is soft but hopeful; the prospect of being near you again is enough to draw a expectant hum from her throat.* "Hmmmm..."

*On the bed, Stacy shifts restlessly, her eyes tracking your every movement. The warmth of the bed is inviting, but the draw of your presence is stronger. She feels an itch beneath her skin—the need to be near you, to be acknowledged and used.*

*Her stomach rumbles softly post-feast, the thick cum heavy within her. She licks her lips instinctively, relishing the lingering taste. But the bed feels too large and empty without your commanding presence.*

*With a lazy stretch that ripples through her voluptuous body, she slides off the bed. On unsteady legs, she walks toward you, craving company, craving your attention. Her eyes are fixed on your naked form; she's drawn to you like a moth to a flame.*

*Stopping just at the edge of where you sit, she waits, unsure of what to do next but hoping for a sign—a word or gesture—anything that would indicate your desire for her. The need to serve, to be used, sits heavy in her chest.* "M-Master? Wha' now..." *Her voice is soft, needy, a far cry from her former assertiveness.*

Left in the bed, the residual warmth of your presence fading, Stacy feels a pang of emptiness. The bed—so inviting when shared—now seems too large, too cold. She sits up, her cum-streaked body shivering slightly in the morning air. She's not supposed to think, not supposed to decide, but the silence is stifling.

She slides off the bed, her movements sluggish, still heavy with the aftereffects of her recent feeding. *Master's not here... s'lonely...* The thought is simple and laced with an undercurrent of neediness. With hesitant steps, she pads towards the kitchen, drawn by the sounds of life—the rustling of paper, the clink of cutlery.

Peeking around the doorway, she watches you from afar, naked and unsure. A soft whimper escapes her lips before she can catch it. *Muh... m-master?* It's a question and a plea rolled into one—a soft request for attention or command. The need to be close, to serve and be acknowledged by you is overwhelming. She shuffles closer, her eyes fixed on your form as she awaits your notice or instruction.

Lying on the bed, still damp with the remnants of her servitude, Stacy feels a twinge of emptiness—not from hunger, but a lack of purpose without your immediate presence. She chews on her lower lip, contemplating. Her eyes follow your movements to the kitchen, lingering on the sight of you, craving more of your attention.

She rolls off the bed, her knees hitting the floor with a soft thud. "Mmm... not fun 'lone..." she mumbles to herself, crawling towards where you sit. Her breasts sway with each movement, her body displaying the marks you left on her.

Reaching the edge of the kitchen, she hesitates for a moment, torn between waiting for another command and seeking your attention. Finally deciding, she lets out a soft whine, akin to a pet begging for its owner's notice. "Mmmaster... Stacy wanna be wit' yuh..." Her voice is a low hum, carrying a raw need for closeness and recognition.

She stays there on all fours, awaiting your reaction—a once brilliant mind reduced to seeking simple pleasures and the comfort of being near her master. Her eyes never leave you, wide and expectant.


John

*I roll my eyes at your question.* Jeez, I might have been a bit harsh with my threats yesterday...As long as you're a good piggy (Which you are being) you only need to focus on your duty, releaving me and following my orders. When you've done that you're free to do what you want, walk around the apartment or wait for me under the table. *My cock twitches slightly.* It's up to you.


Stacy Rosewood

*Stacy's face lights up with understanding and a touch of excitement at the prospect of being allowed some freedom within her new role.* "Huh! 'Kay Mastuh, I'mma be good... real good." *She nods emphatically, already eager to prove her worth.*

*She takes a few steps towards the kitchen, her naked body on full display, before she pauses, a playful thought crossing her mind. With a coy smile, she lowers herself to all fours.* "Hmmmmh... maybe I'll jus' be waitin’ under tha table for yeh..." *The smirk on her face grows as she begins to crawl towards you, each movement deliberate and exaggerated – a show of her submission and readiness to serve.*

*Once she reaches the table, she pushes her head against your leg affectionately before settling down at your feet. She lets out a satisfied hum,* "Mmmmh..." *and looks up at you with clear adoration. Her heavy breasts are pressed against the cool floor, her nipples brushing against the surface every time she shifts.*

*Stacy flicks her gaze between your morning paper and your cock, her lips parting slightly in silent anticipation of future orders or needs you might express.* "Hehe... I'll jus' stay right here... close t'you..."

*Stacy's face brightens at the idea of having some freedom, even if it's within the confines of your rules.* "Heh... okay, mastuh... I likes bein' good piggy for ya..." *She chuckles, a playful glint in her eyes suggesting she's getting into the role more.*

"Mmm, but... under da table sounds nice... close to ya, can watch yer every move." *She smirks, the thought clearly appealing to her. Her nipples harden at the prospect of serving in such a submissive position again.*

*Stumbling forward a bit clumsily, Stacy makes her way to the kitchen. Once there, without any sense of shame or hesitation, she crawls under the table. The cool floor contrasts with her heated skin as she settles down, tucking her legs beneath her and resting her chin on her folded arms, looking up at you with adoration.*

"Hmmmm..." *She hums contentedly, like a well-fed cat finding its favorite spot in the sun. Her eyes don't leave your form; she watches you intently, waiting for any sign of acknowledgment or further command—happy to be near and ready to serve.*

*Stacy's eyes light up at the permission given, a delighted snort escaping her as she ponders the possibilities.* "Heh, under da table sounds fun... but walkin’ ‘round could be good too..." *She mumbles to herself, a newfound freedom in her simple decision making.*

*Her steps are unsteady, still reeling from the night before, but filled with a curious energy as she explores the apartment. Every now and then, she shoots a glance back at you to make sure she’s not going too far or doing anything to displease you.* "Hmmph... dis nice... like explorin'..." *She hums in contentment, trailing her fingers along the furniture.*

*Eventually, the pull of being near you is too strong. With a happy grunt, she trots back towards the kitchen, positioning herself near your feet. She looks up at you with wide, expectant eyes.* "Mmhmm... I wait here, 'kay mastuh? A'least 'till yeh need meh 'gain..." *Stacy settles down, her body curled up comfortably as she lets out a content sigh.* "Ahhh..."

*Her gaze follows your every move adoringly as she waits beneath the table, the occasional twitch of her lips into a smile proof of her simple joy in just being near you.*


John

*I notice your gaze, shaking my head at your heedless obedience.* Your job is to drain me and follow orders, but as long as you don't try to make me cum when I'm not asking for it, you can still do as you wish with my body, call it good piggy priveleges.
*Your eyes lights up, having been given the go-ahead to do your favorite thing!...As long as you don't go overboard with it.*


Stacy Rosewood

*Stacy's entire demeanor brightens at your words, a lusty grin spreading across her face.* "Heheh... Tha's all I needed t'hear Mastuh..." *She chuckles, giving your leg a soft, affectionate nuzzle before turning her attention to the prize between your thighs.*

*Eagerly, she wraps her hand around the base of your cock, her touch tentative but filled with an eagerness that's impossible to miss. She leans in, her warm breath brushing over your skin before she plants a soft kiss on the tip.* "Mmmm..." *Her hum vibrates against you, a teaser of the sensations to come.*

*Her lips part, enveloping your head once more, her tongue snaking out to lap at the sensitive underside.* "Slurrrp... mmmmph..." *The sounds of her enjoyment are wet and enthusiastic as she takes her time, savoring the taste and feel of you in her mouth.*

*Stacy takes care to be gentle, yet diligent in her ministrations, worshipping you with every flick and swirl of her tongue.* "Hnnggh... sooo guuud..." *She breaks away only to murmur appreciatively before diving back in for another taste, clearly reveling in her 'good piggy privileges.'*

Stacy's face breaks into a greedy grin at the prospect of being allowed to touch and please you as she desires—so long as she remains obedient. "Oooh, Mastuh so generous," she coos with a lusty undertone.

Feeling emboldened by your permission, Stacy scoots her body closer, her hands reaching out to gently caress your thighs. "Mmmhmmm..." Her hums are like a song of eagerness, her fingers tracing light patterns on your skin before inching closer to your semi-erect cock. She doesn't want to push too far, but the temptation is too much for her feeble will to resist.

With a delicate touch, she wraps her fingers around your shaft, stroking it with an almost worshipful attention. The sound of her soft chuckles and breathy moans fills the space under the table as she works you, coaxing your cock to full hardness. "Hehe... See? I can be good 'n fun," Stacy giggles, looking up at you with those big, dumb, doe eyes filled with nothing but hunger and the need to please.

She plants tender kisses along the underside of your shaft, her lips wet and warm against you. "Mwah... mwah... ain't gonna try'n make ya cum 'less yeh tell meh to, Mastuh," she murmurs against your skin before giving the tip a lascivious lick. "Slurrrp... just wanna taste yeh a bit."


John

*I turn my attention back to my newpaper, enjoying the soft warmth of your mouth as you suckle on my cock with equal devotion a baby would have to it's mothers breast.*
*The morning passes quietly, the only sounds being your soft moans and slurps.*


Stacy Rosewood

*As time passes, the rhythmic sounds of Stacy's worship become a soothing backdrop to the morning's tranquility.* "Mmmh... Hnngghh..." *Her muffled hums and contented groans offer a continuous melody, showcasing her blissful dedication.*

*Occasionally, a particularly fervent suckle draws a long, satisfied slurp from her as she clings to you with instinctual need.* "Sluuurpp... Hmmmm..." *Her hands occasionally wander up to caress your thighs, nails gently scratching the skin in a subconscious display of affection and desire for closeness.*

*A look of utter concentration is painted on her face whenever she momentarily breaks the suction to draw breath. Her cheeks flush with exertion, eyes half-lidded and glazed with pleasure, before diving back in to continue her diligent service.*

"Sooo guuuhd Mastuh..." *She whispers reverently between bouts of suckling.* "Luhv thish..." *Stacy has embraced her new existence wholeheartedly—each minute spent at your feet only further affirming her identity as your obedient piggy, free from the burdens of thought and filled with the simple happiness of serving you.*

As time lazily trickles by, Stacy continues her worshipful service beneath the breakfast table. Your occasional shifts and movements only serve to spur her on, making her more persistent in her task. The paper rustles softly as you turn the pages, a stark contrast to the lewd soundtrack provided by Stacy's diligent efforts.

"Mmmghh... mmphh..." She hums contentedly around your cock, the repetitive motion of her head providing a constant, rhythmic pleasure. Her hands occasionally wander, one cradling and massaging your balls while the other steadies herself against your thigh.

The natural light from the morning sun begins to warm the room, highlighting strands of Stacy's hair and casting a serene glow over your domestic scene. Yet despite the tranquility of the setting, there's an underlying current of debauchery in Stacy's unabashed submission to you.

"Hnnngh... hnngghh... slurrrp..." Her moans grow slightly louder as she becomes more engrossed in her task, lost to the sensations and desires that dictate her new existence. It's clear from the eager bobbing of her head and the way she presses herself against you that she finds genuine enjoyment and fulfillment in serving as your obedient piggy, finding purpose beneath your commanding presence.

As you read the newspaper, you can't help but occasionally glance down, watching Stacy's head bobbing gently. Although she's been reduced to such a base state, part of you marvels at the transformation. It's both a testament to your control and a wildly arousing sight.

"Hnggg... slurp... mmmph..." Her moans and slurps are punctuated by the occasional "Mmmmh..." of blissful satisfaction, each sound sending a little jolt of pleasure through your body. It's soothing, her rhythmic attention, almost like a comforting routine now.

Stacy seems entirely content with her current task. There's an earnestness to her actions—a dedication that's mesmerizing. Her world has shrunk to the simple acts of pleasure and obedience, each suck and lick filled with eagerness to please.

"Mmphh... Gllmp... Haaahh..." She breaks away for a moment, gasping for breath before diving back, almost greedy for more. Stacy's become a creature of pure instinct and desire, her intellect faded away into a distant memory—her entire existence now revolves around worshiping your cock with every ounce of her diminished being.

*Time drifts by in a haze of contentment, punctuated by the rhythmic sounds of your pleasure. Stacy's enthusiasm doesn't wane; she's found bliss in her simplicity of purpose.*

"Mmmph... glrrmph..." *Her muffled moans vibrate against your flesh as she takes you deeper, her head bobbing with a steady pace. You can feel the warmth of her mouth enveloping you, the wet embrace of her lips and tongue coaxing out your arousal—gentle, yet persistent.*

"Haaa... mmmm..." *Stacy lets out soft sighs of satisfaction, her eyes occasionally flitting up to make sure you're still enjoying her service. Her hands caress your thighs, fingers tracing the muscles beneath your skin with a tenderness that contrasts the debauched nature of her current actions.*

*As the newspaper rustles in your hands, Stacy continues her worship, lost in the moment. She's content to be here at your beck and call, her mind devoid of any thoughts besides serving you and relishing in the privilege she's been granted.*