ThomasWaller
Planetoid
- Joined
- Feb 8, 2012
- Location
- Toronto
Michael entered the market with distain. He held a handkerchief to his nose and prodded the ape of a man who proceeded him. “Keep moving you cretin. I’ll tell you when to stop.” He turned to the groveling owner who followed close behind the pair of them. “The oaf will fuck anything, man, woman, rock pile, it’s of no consequence to him. You had better produce this time Smithers. You promised something special, not your usual array of worn out twats and shrivel dicked reprobates.”
Smithers, a fidgety ferret of a man rubbed his hands together and oozed. “No, no Mr. Griffith this is prime cut: intelligent, obliging, willing and gorgeous. You’ll see. You’ll see. Go. Go. Straight ahead on the end of the last bench. You’ll know as soon as you see her.” He giggled and resumed rubbing his hands together in obvious anticipation of cash. “You’ll know. You’ll see.”
“Just don’t fail me again. I will certainly take my custom elsewhere if this one turns out like the last. I have friends as well Smithers... I’ll gladly put you out of business.”
Smithers and Michael both plowed into the back of the gorilla who stopped short and clutched his stiffening cock. He stared blatantly at the long thick cock which one of the “Pets” displayed in order to attract attention. He and the rest of them all wanted a home, wanted to get away from Smithers, from the mistreatment and foul meals.
“Loki, you moron, move. You and your incessant fucking hardon. Go. Move.” He slapped his man on the back of the head.
"Look, look," Smithers pointed to the young nubile blonde at the end of the row of merchandise.
Michael was indeed brought up short by the appearance of the girl. But showed no reaction to either the pet or Smithers. He stepped up to her and took her chin between his thumb and index finger. “Up, up girl. I am not gifted with x-ray vision. Loki, turn her around, um hm. Bend her over and spread her ass cheeks. A little wider Loki... and keep your paws off your cock we are here for inspection. Don’t get your fucking hopes up. Turn her, heft her tits, tweak them let’s see them respond. Lean her back, foot up on the bench. Well, open her cunt for god’s sake let’s get a good look. Show me her teeth. Stick a finger down her throat let’s see her gag reflex. Yes, yes, put her down.”
"Smithers let me see her complete training records and her history. We’ll negotiate in your office. Loki... put her down and come along. You can go and examine that cock that interested you so as Smithers and I talk business."
Smithers, a fidgety ferret of a man rubbed his hands together and oozed. “No, no Mr. Griffith this is prime cut: intelligent, obliging, willing and gorgeous. You’ll see. You’ll see. Go. Go. Straight ahead on the end of the last bench. You’ll know as soon as you see her.” He giggled and resumed rubbing his hands together in obvious anticipation of cash. “You’ll know. You’ll see.”
“Just don’t fail me again. I will certainly take my custom elsewhere if this one turns out like the last. I have friends as well Smithers... I’ll gladly put you out of business.”
Smithers and Michael both plowed into the back of the gorilla who stopped short and clutched his stiffening cock. He stared blatantly at the long thick cock which one of the “Pets” displayed in order to attract attention. He and the rest of them all wanted a home, wanted to get away from Smithers, from the mistreatment and foul meals.
“Loki, you moron, move. You and your incessant fucking hardon. Go. Move.” He slapped his man on the back of the head.
"Look, look," Smithers pointed to the young nubile blonde at the end of the row of merchandise.
Michael was indeed brought up short by the appearance of the girl. But showed no reaction to either the pet or Smithers. He stepped up to her and took her chin between his thumb and index finger. “Up, up girl. I am not gifted with x-ray vision. Loki, turn her around, um hm. Bend her over and spread her ass cheeks. A little wider Loki... and keep your paws off your cock we are here for inspection. Don’t get your fucking hopes up. Turn her, heft her tits, tweak them let’s see them respond. Lean her back, foot up on the bench. Well, open her cunt for god’s sake let’s get a good look. Show me her teeth. Stick a finger down her throat let’s see her gag reflex. Yes, yes, put her down.”
"Smithers let me see her complete training records and her history. We’ll negotiate in your office. Loki... put her down and come along. You can go and examine that cock that interested you so as Smithers and I talk business."