Meeting of minds

Meeting of Minds
by Robin

He padded into the room, paused and glanced at the people, who stared back at him with baleful looks. The room held three strangers; his mistress and a fourth, shadowy figure in an alcove that he couldn’t quite make out. His olfactory senses informed him of the charged atmosphere. Mingled with the familiar aroma of sex and pheromones was apprehension, even a little fear. The perfumes worn by them did little to hide the musk of sweat and aroused glandular activity. His nose told him of these things, it never lied.
Two women sat on the red leather settee. A blond haired woman, dressed in some sort of loose gown printed in gaudy colours sat nearest the door. She it was exuded the apprehension. Her discomfort was apparent in the tiny beads of sweat that broke out over her top lip. He sensed the heat of her body it wasn’t a healthy temperature.

The other woman was much younger, probably in her teens. Perfume masked most of her signature, but he was able to determine that she had recently ovulated, perhaps only finished this morning. Her hair looked grey to his monochromatic eyes and, like her hair; there was nothing remarkable about her to see.
The other stranger was nursing a drink with ice in a glass. He stood against the fake fire breast, feigning a look of nonchalance, but it was quite plain that he was also emotionally charged.

His mistress took hold of the collar around his neck and uttered something unintelligible while dragging him to the younger woman on the settee. He was stroked and petted by them both by way of introduction. The younger woman shifted forward a little, hiked up her skirt and exposed a smoothly shaved cunt. It was obvious by the way he was pulled, that he was to make his acquaintance rather more personal. He sniffed at her and gave her a little nudge with his nose. Predictably, she squealed in delight and almost deafened him by clamping her legs together, trapping him in her embrace. He was used to human contact, even in the sexual sense, but he didn’t know this woman and a little alarmed, he pulled back sharply. They soothed him and then brought him to the other, older woman.

Her touch when she petted him was electric. Something about her smell and the softness of her fingers aroused in him a deep longing and an immediate reaction from his sex. His nose drove straight into her mound and his tongue lashed out licking her exposed pussy from her anus to her clit. Her pleasure was quite evident in the copious amounts of fluid she secreted and her moans of passion.

He shifted position slightly in order to get at her quim a little better. His tongue snaked out and hit pay dirt. She squealed like a stuck pig and sprayed his nose with her come. Dutifully, he cleaned her up and licked the mess off the red leather. She began to calm down and her breathing became regulated. His interest in her sex waned as she settled down. The younger of the two females had watched in fascination. Her fingers busy at her crotch while he had licked the other into a quick orgasm. It was to be her turn now. For the second time, he approached the younger of the two and gently probed her snatch with his nose. The olfactory senses confirmed that she had indeed just finished ovulating. It made for a heady aroma and he found himself getting quite excited by the prospect of shafting this one.

His tongue went to work and very quickly, she was moaning and writhing on the settee. Her juices made the leather slick and he couldn’t keep up with her copious amount of lubricating fluids. She reached down and pulled the hood of her clit up, fully exposing her cunt to him and making the bud of her pleasure poke out. He hit it with a lascivious stroke of his tongue and she groaned her pleasure. A few more of these direct hits brought her to a shuddering and devastating climax. She pissed on him from her lack of self control.