June 5, 2025 • 28 mins
It's Your Choice!
Welcome to Choose, the erotica podcast where you direct the pleasure. A mysterious key arrives, inviting a recently divorced woman to the House – a place of unimaginable luxury and consequence-free exploration, hers from sundown to sunup.
This Episode's Choice:
In this episode you experience riding a man built like a horse, and then you are the provocative prize in a casino. As you catch your breath, you're given the choice of more masks. Masks that lead to... Well, that's a choice for next week! For now, why don' you listen, immerse yourself in the current choice, and enjoy the sensuality and passion it brings.
When the episode is over don't forget to vote for what happens in the next episode. You can vote for the story we produce in the next episode at choosemypleasure.vote. It's free to vote!
This Season's Story:
This season of Choose is titled The House and written by best-selling erotic romance author Cassie Alexander. You can find out more about Cassie here.
Want to read the book version of season one's choices? You can find it here!
More Passionate Stories For You:
And don't forget to check out our host's erotica podcast. It's hotter than a Summer beach! Roxy's Erotic Whispers..
Welcome to Choose, the erotica podcast where you direct the pleasure. A mysterious key arrives, inviting a recently divorced woman to the House – a place of unimaginable luxury and consequence-free exploration, hers from sundown to sunup.
This Episode's Choice:
In this episode you experience riding a man built like a horse, and then you are the provocative prize in a casino. As you catch your breath, you're given the choice of more masks. Masks that lead to... Well, that's a choice for next week! For now, why don' you listen, immerse yourself in the current choice, and enjoy the sensuality and passion it brings.
When the episode is over don't forget to vote for what happens in the next episode. You can vote for the story we produce in the next episode at choosemypleasure.vote. It's free to vote!
This Season's Story:
This season of Choose is titled The House and written by best-selling erotic romance author Cassie Alexander. You can find out more about Cassie here.
Want to read the book version of season one's choices? You can find it here!
More Passionate Stories For You:
And don't forget to check out our host's erotica podcast. It's hotter than a Summer beach! Roxy's Erotic Whispers..
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Hello, my lovelies, and welcome to another episode of Choose.
This is the podcast where you get to choose what
happens next. We are well along this story, written by
the amazing Cassie Alexander and based on her book House.
I can't believe all of the things our lovely star
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has gone through already, and there's even more, and you
get to choose what those things are. And that includes.
Speaker 2 (00:30):
This week where she goes through some more masks that
lead to well, you know, let's listen and at the end,
don't forget to choose.
Speaker 3 (00:45):
You reach for the horse mask and try it on.
It doesn't cover your entire face. The ears point up,
but the horse's muzzle brims down like a hat that
you can clearly see underneath. What's our nate about this
one is the maine of horse hair streaming down the
back of it, with gemstones braided in. Wearing it, you
feel high and proud, and one of the women nods strongly, nice, lovely.
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It suits you the third size. You look at her
hair and beads spilling across your shoulders.
Speaker 4 (01:19):
All right now, I'm jealous.
Speaker 3 (01:22):
The others laugh and start pulling clothing out for you.
They dress you to match your mask, pulling you into
stretchy riding pants, high black leather boots, and a shirt
that's so tight it barely covers your chest. Last, but
not least, they give you a crop. You might need
this where you're going.
Speaker 4 (01:41):
She winks.
Speaker 3 (01:42):
You feel a little sheepish, but let them propel you
to a door with a rearing stallion carved into it.
You use your key and then push through. You walk
through the door and into a dim room. It smells
like hay here, and there's hay at your feet. You
take a few more steps in and realize you're at
the back of a stable, in a stall alone. You
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eggsit the stall and walk down the hall of stalled horses.
A few that are awake wicker at you. You reach
out to pet one's velvety nose and wonder what they
make of you in this mask. Soft lips nibble at
your fingers, hoping you're holding back a treat. You grin
and then walk on down the row. There's a final,
low lit stall at the end, with one wall open
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and a naked man standing inside of it. You can
tell from here that his mask matches yours. Braids of
black horse hair trace down his back. He doesn't hear
you as you dip through the struts of the gate
to come inside. He's watching what's going on down below.
His stall has a view of a garden set with
flickering fairy lights. Distant people look like they're playing tag,
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and those who've lost are getting fucked on open stretches
of cream lawn. He's all alone up here, and you
wonder if he feels left out. You know you do,
especially when the breeze changes and blows the sounds of
their pleasure up at you.
Speaker 4 (03:03):
Both.
Speaker 3 (03:04):
You take another step forward, your boot crunch is on hay,
and he hears you. What you see next makes you gasp.
His cock swings down almost to his knees. You wonder
if that's why he's trapped up here, so he can't
accidentally hurt anyone. You have no interest in using that thing.
If so, though, why are you also here and why
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do you share the same masks. His skin is light
except for on his cockwhard's ruddy red. He's built like
the horses you just walk by, arms thick, thighs, tight
with muscles. The look on his face is more wild, though,
the only other thing in the stall with you both
as a tack box. You move over to it without
taking your eyes off of him, and open it. Lights
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in side turn on, illuminating a bag of sugarcubes, a
bottle of lube, and a strap on. You look down
at your outfit. You wear horse mask, but you're dressed
like a rider. Come over here. He walks over to you, hesitant,
eyeing your riding crop, wondering just what kind of rider
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you'll be. You reach into the tag box and grab
a sugar cube, offering it to him. He takes it
like a horse mite, his lips soft on your fingertips.
He looks at your face, your chest, and your hips,
and his gargantuan cock starts to go hard. You still
want nothing to do with that, but you are interested
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in him. You know what it's like to feel left out,
and you enjoyed being kind. You place a hand on
his chest, feel his skin twitch beneath it an equal
parts surprise and hope, and stroke down him like you
might a stallion's side. Moving around him, you pull your
hands back up his chest and over his shoulders and
down his back, key dragging along behind. His muscles are
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so well defined it's easy to trace their outlines. So
you do, working your way one muscle time until you
reach his ass, which clenches, trembling a little beneath your hand.
Don't be scared. You encourage him as you might a horse.
You play the head of the riding crop against him,
dragging it down his spine, then change swinging it down
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to pull it up the cleft of his perfect ass.
He rises up on his toes, then sighs, tilting back
as he trusts you more. As he begins to have desires,
you move around to be in front of him and
take another sugar cube up. His eyes are full of
challenge for you, the steel of his jaw set, and
yet you make him bend, making his lips follow your hand.
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Three sugar cubes later, and he's on all fours on
the floor. The sheer weight of his cock makes a
dangle almost to the ground. You stroke a hand down
his back and sides, moving with the contours of his
body so that he knows where you are. As you
reach your hand in to feel his girth, he shivers
at your touch, and you find his cock is hard,
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and he arches his ass up as you stroke it.
He's ready, but are you. You stand and go back
over the tack box. The strap on is only half
as long as his cock is, but just as hard
black silicone. Without much gift, you buckle it onto yourself
front and back, and squirt lube into your hands to
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warm it, before stroking it up and down the siliconed
cock like it belongs to you. Then you turn back
to the horse mask man, his mane streaming across his back,
his ass facing you, waiting to add his sounds to
the music of those already fucking below. You get down
on your knees, scuffing the toes of your boots, and
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crawl near, steadying yourself on his ass with both hands.
As you aim the strap on at him, you set
just your tip inside it. First, his whole body tenses
and shakes. You stroke your hands down his back and
ass and up his thighs as you slowly slide deeper,
then back out again, warming him up. You don't know
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anything about men's asses, but you do know yours. You
know what you like, and giving it to him seems
the most obvious course. You stroke again, going a little further,
watching his ass spread to take you in, hearing him moan,
do you like that, You stroke another hand down his back.
He doesn't answer you, but his thighs open wide, allowing
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you deeper access. As you speed up a little, you're
surprised to find that the strap on curves up to
rub against your clit, even through your riding pants. You
thrust into him again and feel it stroke you. As
you stroke him, his back arches, his ass opens, and
you begin to ride him. Your strap on slides deep
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into his ass, completely disappearing there, making him grunt as
it lands home. It rubs your clit on each stroke
in and each stroke out, giving you incentive for greater friction.
But I don't want to come alone. You slow yourself,
and he moans a complaint until you bend over him
and reach down. The weight of his dramatic cock makes
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it almost slap the ground. You wrap your fingers around it,
and he gasps as he gently pull along his shaft.
Speaker 4 (08:17):
Do you like this?
Speaker 3 (08:19):
He doesn't break character and speak, but he strongly nods.
You let go of him and place your hands back
on his ass, bearing the strap on deep. His back
is wide, so it's possible to lean on him. You
reach out with one hand to catch a hank of
mane and realize it's been braided into his long hair.
As his head rears back. Without thinking, you pull and
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grind yourself in, and he grunts as you find new
depths inside. You spin your hips in a circle, making
the strap on rub you hard when it starts, feeling good.
When his ass is nice and wide, you pull back
on his hair a second time with one hand, feeling
him shudder on you pinned, and with your other free
hand you reach for his heavy cock. It wouldn't be
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possible if he wasn't so strong. You couldn't balance on
him any other way. But he can take it. What's more,
as he wants it. He opens up every time that
you lean in, your hips, thudding rhythmically into his the
end of the strap on grinding against your clip. With
every stroke you give his ass and then his cock.
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You're amazed at the girth and length of it. It's
hard for you to reach his head, but you stroke
what of it you can reach, feeling it hardened under
your ministrations like a cannon getting ready to go off.
He leans forward to give you more of his ass,
and you take it, rising up on your feet instead
of knees, so that you can land harder into him,
the strap on plunging in time with your breath and
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his breathing, starting to become one extended moan. The horses
in the stalls behind you are whickering, awakened by your
noises and your scent, like they're encouraging you to mount
him harder. Your hips slap against his ass says it
rises higher still, him grunting every time he takes you
in your clit rubbing so hard against the strap on's
end and underneath you both the pendulum of his cock.
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Is it swung by your force and hands keeping even faster.
Time you reach the point where coming will be involuntary,
where there's no way to hold back, You let go
of his cock and put another hand in his hair
and pull tight on it like reins as you take
what you need from his ass, pounding wildly into him
so that the strap on will rub your clit just right.
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You cry out as you come and ride it through
on him, translating all your waves of pleasure into three
more deep, hard thrusts, and stay there, curved against him,
collapsed against his.
Speaker 4 (10:43):
Back ass deep hold on.
Speaker 3 (10:47):
He speaks for the first time, you grab hold of
his thick shoulders. As he bucks up and both his
hands leave the floor. They start working his thick cock
desperately as it rises like a snake, his ass throbbing
from your dildo still inside. You've never seen a cock
before that requires two hands, and you realize you might
never see one again. As he uses them in conjunction,
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stroking up his magnificent staff hilt ahead as if drawing
up the cumb His ass twitches. You feel it, do so,
telegraph to your clit, and then he shouts out loud
while still stroking hard. Come jets out, spewing up then
back down over his hands and shaft like he's uncapped
a fountain. His whole body shivers and shakes muscle spasmi
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as he works the last of it through, greasing his
own com up and down his length that he SAgs
forward onto all fours as though all of his strength
has just poured out of his cock. You brace and
pull back slowly, and he moans as he feels you
leaving his ass. You staggered a standing behind him, your
conquered mount. Undoing the buckles, keeping the strap on in place,
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you set it carefully back into the tag box. And
pull the bag of sugar cubes out. When you turn
towards him again, he's still catching his breath on the
stall floor, the wet tip of his cock lying in
the hay. He looks up at you, eyes still defyant.
You may have ridden him into the ground, but he's
still wild inside. Good Stallion, You offer three sugar cubes out,
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stacked in your hand. He spurks, bows his head and
eats them, soft lips grazing your palm. Then you stand
and walk back down the line of stalls. One of
the horses inside calls to you, and you turn towards him.
His lips are pulled back so he can catch your scent.
He knows fucking and then recently fucked. When he smells it,
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and his cock releases from his sheath aroused, Good Stallion,
You set your bag of sugar cubes on the ledge
of the stall.
Speaker 4 (12:50):
Then you turn and spot another door. You enter it.
The door opens into another bathroom.
Speaker 3 (12:57):
You disrobe and shower, quickly cleaning yourself up, wrapping yourself
up in a robe, and take your mask with you.
As you open the bathroom's other locked door with your key,
You again find yourself in the mask room. You are
lost in the possibility that the masks have represented in
what you've experienced. You've been a dough and a horse,
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What about something more aggressive? You reach for the wolf mask.
It's gorgeous, so detailed, the snout ending in a toothy snarl.
When you hold it up to your face, it perfectly fits.
The women smile at you.
Speaker 4 (13:33):
Good choice.
Speaker 3 (13:35):
She reaches into the rows of clothing all around and
produces an outfit for you. They take the mask back
from you and cover you in a black sheath dress
that reaches to the floor with a high slit in
the side. Then they bring you shoes in your size,
strappy black high heels.
Speaker 4 (13:53):
Better not run in these, dear She helps you buckle
them up. The third is working on your hair, pinning
it elegantly up. She might run, but she won't get far.
Speaker 3 (14:05):
You want to ask them what they mean, but they're
pressing the mask back into your hands. You take it,
nervous but curious, and when you fit it up to
your face, they help you tie it on. You can
see through the perfectly placed eye holes and turn, catching
sight of yourself in a mirror. Again, you look glamorous
and deadly. The wolf looks wicked, or is that just
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how much thigh you've got exposed. The only other thing
you're wearing is the key around your wrist, And just
as you think it, they're pulling you up and over
to the wooden door with a slavering wolf carved on it.
The door in you match, at least have fun. You inhale, exhale,
and use the key to go in. The door opens
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into an open room full of men and women, all
wearing masks, huddled around tables. You realize slowly you're at
a casino as you see women leaning over tables, throwing dice,
hearing mask muffled cheers. This is not at all where
you thought you'd be. You wander in, looking from table
to table. Women wearing rabbit masks walk through with drinks,
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and each drink has a long straw, the better to
sip it through underneath your mask. Foxes and tuxedos stand
behind each table, dealing cards. All the male guests are
wearing tuxedos too, and the women are all dressed up
as you are. Everyone's masks are almost as fine as yours, feathers,
streaming horns, curved on display. Those who see you looking
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at them nod, and you wonder if they know who
you are or are merely being polite. You come up
to a table and watch long enough to gather the
easiest rules. Those throwing dice and those betting stacks of
chips are always different people. The betters men and women
have hands casually rested on their dice throwers, hips and asses,
sitting back and admiring the view as they push forward
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stacks of chips. Figuring this much out, you feel a
cop and move along, looking across the room until you
see someone from the back, his presence dominating a whole table.
As he feels you looking at him, he turns and
you see as he does that your masks match. His
chin lifts in recognition, and he feels drawn to walk
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to his side. At the table he's at, where the
game hasn't started yet, there's a fox beside the board,
lining up markers on the fill. The second you reach
the table, the others pull aside, leaving room for you
against the other wolf. He leans in, almost as though
he's smelling you, and you can see his dark eyes
flicker and take you in from behind his mask. If
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you hadn't already been through so much of the house
to get here. You might not be interested in him
so soon, but since you have, it's hard not to
imagine the lines of his body underneath his tucks, and
you're glad those women didn't make you put underwear on earlier.
He smiles. You can see it in his eyes and
wonder if it's a wolfish smile, just like the mask
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you share.
Speaker 4 (17:02):
Would you roll my dice?
Speaker 3 (17:04):
He hands a pair out to you with one cuffling hand.
You don't answer, but you nod, taking them from him
and turning back to the table where other players wait.
Across from you, there's a woman in a coppery eagle
mask with a male egret next to her, and a
male lion beside a lioness. The egret in the lioness
told dice just like you do, and as the woman
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in the eagle mask pushes a stack of chips out,
the egret leans over to roll. It's your turn.
Speaker 4 (17:33):
Soon. You don't know who's winning or losing yet.
Speaker 3 (17:36):
You're not sure how to tell, but the numbers that
come applease your wolf. You can tell by the way
he settles his hand onto your ass, by how the
others push chips toward him one by one. It seems
like you're winning for a very long time, but you're
not rolling to win. You're rolling to keep the wolf near.
He's behind you now, his hips following you as you
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lean forward across the felt, and his hands found the
slit in your dress and is crawling higher and higher
up your thigh. Then there's a commotion at another entrance
ahead of you. A group of men, all dressed in
black tuxes with white rams masks have walked in and
they're heading straight for your table. When they arrive, the
other players are dismissed. Your wolf growls at their interruption,
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but they sit down stacks of hundreds of chips, and
the fox running the table raises his hands in a
gesture of helplessness. Your wolf takes up the dice and
hands them to you again. He makes you roll and
roll and roll, and when he's behind you now you
can feel his erection pressing in. The Rams have one
leader who's taller than the rest, and he's the one
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who places bets for them while each of the others
take turns rolling. You still don't know the rules of
the game, but you know your wolf is losing his
chips disappear to their side one by one until.
Speaker 4 (18:55):
He's reached his last. He holds it up, then looks
at you.
Speaker 3 (18:59):
He plays it on the table firmly, and then picks
you up and sets your ass onto the table's felt.
You hear dice roll, feel them land against her ass,
and then hear the rams cheer as the wolf growls
and defeat. The Fox takes your hand and turns you
toward the victors, the five male Rams, and you realize
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what the penalty is for losing. The lead ram takes
you in his arms without asking and carries you off,
the other rams following close behind. Your heart is in
your throat as you cling to him. He's strong, and
his chest is wide, and you can see the beginning
of a five o'clock shadow underneath his mask along his chin.
You're breathing faster, scared of what might happen if you're
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left in a room with all of them at once.
Just you, just to you, not them. The Ram looks
down at you. His eyes are blue, and you can
see his surprise. He doesn't nod, but you know he
heard you as he pushes both of you through double
doors down a hall and again into a ro There's
a wide bed in the center of it, and he
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throws you onto your back in its middle. Just as
you catch your breath again and remember the key and
how you can change the course of things at any time.
Speaker 4 (20:11):
This is your house.
Speaker 3 (20:13):
He stands before you at the bottom of the bed,
placing one finger to his lips for silence.
Speaker 4 (20:18):
He lifts his mask.
Speaker 3 (20:20):
He's Nordic, with shoulder length blonde hair and ice blue
eyes and a strong jaw and lips that are smirking
at you. And when one of the other rams hands
him a wolf's mask, you realize you are dealing with
a wolf in sheep's clothing all along. You laugh, and
he grins, setting the new mask over his face, and
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all the other rams have switched their masks as well,
to be gray, blue, white, and tan wolves. The members
of his pack. One of them steps forward and he
growls at them, and they step back to the victor
go the spoils you. He takes off his tuxedo jacket
in tie, throwing them to the floor, and mounts the bed.
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His erection is straining against his tuxedo pants, and you
want to help him set it free.
Speaker 4 (21:09):
Turn over you know what he wants.
Speaker 3 (21:11):
Without saying it makes sense that it should be like
this between wolves. You get on all fours and he
slides your dress up the slit hitching up to your waist.
Now he grabs your ass and then slaps it, and
you know he's left a red handprint behind.
Speaker 4 (21:27):
You feel exposed, waiting, tight with nerves.
Speaker 3 (21:30):
As you hear a zipper open and Noah cock's been
brought up, you tense up, everything stiffening. The next contact
he makes is to play the head of his cock
down your ass. He does this a few times, then
drags up down further and forward, pushing it through your
wet laba to nudge at your clip. He holds it
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with one hand, massaging you there with it.
Speaker 4 (21:54):
It feels good.
Speaker 3 (21:55):
You tilt your hips back towards him, but not as
good as you know you'll feel once inside of you.
He pulls back and you try to follow him, but
he holds your hips in place. Content to tease, without
thinking about it, you whine the sound feels right, especially
inside the mask. It's how an animal begs for what
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it wants, which you want right now is a fucking
the head of his cock finds your clit again, and
you whine wants more. At the head of the bed,
another of the wolfpack stands. He's unzipped his pants too,
and he lets his erection out, holding it in one
unmoving hand. You hear pants unzip all around the room
as you whine again, sleading to get fucked, and one
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of them in whins with you. You're not the only
one who wants you to get fucked. You whine louder,
trying to rub your hips back more, feeling the resistance
of his hands until and then the shudder of release
as his cock slides home mix you gasp. The pack
around you grown and start to stroke their cocks as
they see you getting fucked. The wolf behind you starts slow,
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making you feel all of him, teasing the entrance of
your pussy with the riched head of his cock, until
you whine again. If that's how you get which you want,
then that's how it can be. You whine longer, and
the wolf starts to speed up, turned on by your
blatant need.
Speaker 4 (23:19):
Around you, the pack stroke faster.
Speaker 3 (23:22):
By turning your head, you can see at least three
wolves beating hard cocks. You brace yourself with one hand
so you can reach back and stroke your clit. The
wolf mounting you puts up a leg so that you
can thrust into you more deeply, and your wines change
into grunts. He's got hold of your hips and he's
holding you onto him, balls slapping against your clit, rubbing hand.
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You're pussy making wet sounds as he goes in, and
you know that all the wolves around the bed can
hear and see and smell you getting fucked. It's a
turn on that you never thought you'd have, knowing that
all these men around you are being controlled by your desire.
You're rubbing faster and he's fucking you deep, and one
of the wolves begins to howl, frantically, fucking himself with
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his hand, begging you for release. You rub yourself harder
and faster, matching the mounting wolf's pace. You feel your
orgasm inside your hips beginning to grip you. Another wolf howls,
and then a third, and a fourth. They're all as
ready as you are, and you are. Your pussy can't
take waiting anymore. All you have to do is rub
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your clip one more time. You inhale and a howl
until you're breathless. As you come your pussy clenches the
cock inside it tight, and now your hips are your
own and you're fucking him with them. The wolf mounting
you barely manages to hold on, and then he howls himself,
hips thrashing wildly into you, just as he's filling you
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up with come inside. The wolves around you release their voices,
loud as silver geysers shoot from their cocks. They stagger
onto the bed, finally allowed. As you fall forward onto
the sheet, and you found yourself in a tangled pile
of half dressed, come covered met You feel a hand
on your ass and cast a lazy glance over your shoulder,
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where the wolf that mounted you kneels, spent cock straight
down one thigh. His mask is half lifted. He doesn't
need it to smile wolfishly at you, not at.
Speaker 4 (25:20):
All, Thank you, mistress. His words are.
Speaker 3 (25:24):
Echoed by the pack, words and moans and mirrors. You
print at him, still behind your mask. I'm just glad,
I'm bad at dice. You find the strength to rise up,
and hands help you to the ground, a little wobbly
on your barely used heels. There's a locked door at
the back of the room, and you go to open
it as you expected.
Speaker 4 (25:46):
The door opens into another bathroom.
Speaker 3 (25:49):
You just robe again and shower, quickly, cleaning yourself up,
wrapping yourself up, and yet another robe, this one thick
and white. You take your mask with you as you
open the ballot from the other locked door with your key,
you find yourself back in the masked room. You've experienced
so much behind those masks. Do you want more? You
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realize you want to, You need to. There are fewer
choices now, but still choices.
Speaker 4 (26:19):
You reach for.
Speaker 3 (26:22):
The choices now yours. Vote for what happens next on
Choose my Pleasure God?
Speaker 5 (26:27):
Vote.
Speaker 3 (26:29):
Here are your delicious choices. Do you want to choose
the lion? Do you want to choose the shells? You
have five days to vote.
Speaker 4 (26:40):
You don't need to hold back.
Speaker 3 (26:42):
Unleash your passionate choice in vote at Choose my Pleasure God.
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Hello, my lovelies, and welcome to another episode of Choose.
This is the podcast where you get to choose what
happens next. We are well along this story, written by
the amazing Cassie Alexander and based on her book House.
I can't believe all of the things our lovely star
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has gone through already, and there's even more, and you
get to choose what those things are. And that includes.
Speaker 2 (00:30):
This week where she goes through some more masks that
lead to well, you know, let's listen and at the end,
don't forget to choose.
Speaker 3 (00:45):
You reach for the horse mask and try it on.
It doesn't cover your entire face. The ears point up,
but the horse's muzzle brims down like a hat that
you can clearly see underneath. What's our nate about this
one is the maine of horse hair streaming down the
back of it, with gemstones braided in. Wearing it, you
feel high and proud, and one of the women nods strongly, nice, lovely.
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It suits you the third size. You look at her
hair and beads spilling across your shoulders.
Speaker 4 (01:19):
All right now, I'm jealous.
Speaker 3 (01:22):
The others laugh and start pulling clothing out for you.
They dress you to match your mask, pulling you into
stretchy riding pants, high black leather boots, and a shirt
that's so tight it barely covers your chest. Last, but
not least, they give you a crop. You might need
this where you're going.
Speaker 4 (01:41):
She winks.
Speaker 3 (01:42):
You feel a little sheepish, but let them propel you
to a door with a rearing stallion carved into it.
You use your key and then push through. You walk
through the door and into a dim room. It smells
like hay here, and there's hay at your feet. You
take a few more steps in and realize you're at
the back of a stable, in a stall alone. You
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eggsit the stall and walk down the hall of stalled horses.
A few that are awake wicker at you. You reach
out to pet one's velvety nose and wonder what they
make of you in this mask. Soft lips nibble at
your fingers, hoping you're holding back a treat. You grin
and then walk on down the row. There's a final,
low lit stall at the end, with one wall open
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and a naked man standing inside of it. You can
tell from here that his mask matches yours. Braids of
black horse hair trace down his back. He doesn't hear
you as you dip through the struts of the gate
to come inside. He's watching what's going on down below.
His stall has a view of a garden set with
flickering fairy lights. Distant people look like they're playing tag,
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and those who've lost are getting fucked on open stretches
of cream lawn. He's all alone up here, and you
wonder if he feels left out. You know you do,
especially when the breeze changes and blows the sounds of
their pleasure up at you.
Speaker 4 (03:03):
Both.
Speaker 3 (03:04):
You take another step forward, your boot crunch is on hay,
and he hears you. What you see next makes you gasp.
His cock swings down almost to his knees. You wonder
if that's why he's trapped up here, so he can't
accidentally hurt anyone. You have no interest in using that thing.
If so, though, why are you also here and why
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do you share the same masks. His skin is light
except for on his cockwhard's ruddy red. He's built like
the horses you just walk by, arms thick, thighs, tight
with muscles. The look on his face is more wild, though,
the only other thing in the stall with you both
as a tack box. You move over to it without
taking your eyes off of him, and open it. Lights
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in side turn on, illuminating a bag of sugarcubes, a
bottle of lube, and a strap on. You look down
at your outfit. You wear horse mask, but you're dressed
like a rider. Come over here. He walks over to you, hesitant,
eyeing your riding crop, wondering just what kind of rider
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you'll be. You reach into the tag box and grab
a sugar cube, offering it to him. He takes it
like a horse mite, his lips soft on your fingertips.
He looks at your face, your chest, and your hips,
and his gargantuan cock starts to go hard. You still
want nothing to do with that, but you are interested
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in him. You know what it's like to feel left out,
and you enjoyed being kind. You place a hand on
his chest, feel his skin twitch beneath it an equal
parts surprise and hope, and stroke down him like you
might a stallion's side. Moving around him, you pull your
hands back up his chest and over his shoulders and
down his back, key dragging along behind. His muscles are
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so well defined it's easy to trace their outlines. So
you do, working your way one muscle time until you
reach his ass, which clenches, trembling a little beneath your hand.
Don't be scared. You encourage him as you might a horse.
You play the head of the riding crop against him,
dragging it down his spine, then change swinging it down
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to pull it up the cleft of his perfect ass.
He rises up on his toes, then sighs, tilting back
as he trusts you more. As he begins to have desires,
you move around to be in front of him and
take another sugar cube up. His eyes are full of
challenge for you, the steel of his jaw set, and
yet you make him bend, making his lips follow your hand.
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Three sugar cubes later, and he's on all fours on
the floor. The sheer weight of his cock makes a
dangle almost to the ground. You stroke a hand down
his back and sides, moving with the contours of his
body so that he knows where you are. As you
reach your hand in to feel his girth, he shivers
at your touch, and you find his cock is hard,
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and he arches his ass up as you stroke it.
He's ready, but are you. You stand and go back
over the tack box. The strap on is only half
as long as his cock is, but just as hard
black silicone. Without much gift, you buckle it onto yourself
front and back, and squirt lube into your hands to
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warm it, before stroking it up and down the siliconed
cock like it belongs to you. Then you turn back
to the horse mask man, his mane streaming across his back,
his ass facing you, waiting to add his sounds to
the music of those already fucking below. You get down
on your knees, scuffing the toes of your boots, and
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crawl near, steadying yourself on his ass with both hands.
As you aim the strap on at him, you set
just your tip inside it. First, his whole body tenses
and shakes. You stroke your hands down his back and
ass and up his thighs as you slowly slide deeper,
then back out again, warming him up. You don't know
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anything about men's asses, but you do know yours. You
know what you like, and giving it to him seems
the most obvious course. You stroke again, going a little further,
watching his ass spread to take you in, hearing him moan,
do you like that, You stroke another hand down his back.
He doesn't answer you, but his thighs open wide, allowing
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you deeper access. As you speed up a little, you're
surprised to find that the strap on curves up to
rub against your clit, even through your riding pants. You
thrust into him again and feel it stroke you. As
you stroke him, his back arches, his ass opens, and
you begin to ride him. Your strap on slides deep
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into his ass, completely disappearing there, making him grunt as
it lands home. It rubs your clit on each stroke
in and each stroke out, giving you incentive for greater friction.
But I don't want to come alone. You slow yourself,
and he moans a complaint until you bend over him
and reach down. The weight of his dramatic cock makes
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it almost slap the ground. You wrap your fingers around it,
and he gasps as he gently pull along his shaft.
Speaker 4 (08:17):
Do you like this?
Speaker 3 (08:19):
He doesn't break character and speak, but he strongly nods.
You let go of him and place your hands back
on his ass, bearing the strap on deep. His back
is wide, so it's possible to lean on him. You
reach out with one hand to catch a hank of
mane and realize it's been braided into his long hair.
As his head rears back. Without thinking, you pull and
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grind yourself in, and he grunts as you find new
depths inside. You spin your hips in a circle, making
the strap on rub you hard when it starts, feeling good.
When his ass is nice and wide, you pull back
on his hair a second time with one hand, feeling
him shudder on you pinned, and with your other free
hand you reach for his heavy cock. It wouldn't be
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possible if he wasn't so strong. You couldn't balance on
him any other way. But he can take it. What's more,
as he wants it. He opens up every time that
you lean in, your hips, thudding rhythmically into his the
end of the strap on grinding against your clip. With
every stroke you give his ass and then his cock.
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You're amazed at the girth and length of it. It's
hard for you to reach his head, but you stroke
what of it you can reach, feeling it hardened under
your ministrations like a cannon getting ready to go off.
He leans forward to give you more of his ass,
and you take it, rising up on your feet instead
of knees, so that you can land harder into him,
the strap on plunging in time with your breath and
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his breathing, starting to become one extended moan. The horses
in the stalls behind you are whickering, awakened by your
noises and your scent, like they're encouraging you to mount
him harder. Your hips slap against his ass says it
rises higher still, him grunting every time he takes you
in your clit rubbing so hard against the strap on's
end and underneath you both the pendulum of his cock.
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Is it swung by your force and hands keeping even faster.
Time you reach the point where coming will be involuntary,
where there's no way to hold back, You let go
of his cock and put another hand in his hair
and pull tight on it like reins as you take
what you need from his ass, pounding wildly into him
so that the strap on will rub your clit just right.
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You cry out as you come and ride it through
on him, translating all your waves of pleasure into three
more deep, hard thrusts, and stay there, curved against him,
collapsed against his.
Speaker 4 (10:43):
Back ass deep hold on.
Speaker 3 (10:47):
He speaks for the first time, you grab hold of
his thick shoulders. As he bucks up and both his
hands leave the floor. They start working his thick cock
desperately as it rises like a snake, his ass throbbing
from your dildo still inside. You've never seen a cock
before that requires two hands, and you realize you might
never see one again. As he uses them in conjunction,
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stroking up his magnificent staff hilt ahead as if drawing
up the cumb His ass twitches. You feel it, do so,
telegraph to your clit, and then he shouts out loud
while still stroking hard. Come jets out, spewing up then
back down over his hands and shaft like he's uncapped
a fountain. His whole body shivers and shakes muscle spasmi
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as he works the last of it through, greasing his
own com up and down his length that he SAgs
forward onto all fours as though all of his strength
has just poured out of his cock. You brace and
pull back slowly, and he moans as he feels you
leaving his ass. You staggered a standing behind him, your
conquered mount. Undoing the buckles, keeping the strap on in place,
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you set it carefully back into the tag box. And
pull the bag of sugar cubes out. When you turn
towards him again, he's still catching his breath on the
stall floor, the wet tip of his cock lying in
the hay. He looks up at you, eyes still defyant.
You may have ridden him into the ground, but he's
still wild inside. Good Stallion, You offer three sugar cubes out,
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stacked in your hand. He spurks, bows his head and
eats them, soft lips grazing your palm. Then you stand
and walk back down the line of stalls. One of
the horses inside calls to you, and you turn towards him.
His lips are pulled back so he can catch your scent.
He knows fucking and then recently fucked. When he smells it,
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and his cock releases from his sheath aroused, Good Stallion,
You set your bag of sugar cubes on the ledge
of the stall.
Speaker 4 (12:50):
Then you turn and spot another door. You enter it.
The door opens into another bathroom.
Speaker 3 (12:57):
You disrobe and shower, quickly cleaning yourself up, wrapping yourself
up in a robe, and take your mask with you.
As you open the bathroom's other locked door with your key,
You again find yourself in the mask room. You are
lost in the possibility that the masks have represented in
what you've experienced. You've been a dough and a horse,
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What about something more aggressive? You reach for the wolf mask.
It's gorgeous, so detailed, the snout ending in a toothy snarl.
When you hold it up to your face, it perfectly fits.
The women smile at you.
Speaker 4 (13:33):
Good choice.
Speaker 3 (13:35):
She reaches into the rows of clothing all around and
produces an outfit for you. They take the mask back
from you and cover you in a black sheath dress
that reaches to the floor with a high slit in
the side. Then they bring you shoes in your size,
strappy black high heels.
Speaker 4 (13:53):
Better not run in these, dear She helps you buckle
them up. The third is working on your hair, pinning
it elegantly up. She might run, but she won't get far.
Speaker 3 (14:05):
You want to ask them what they mean, but they're
pressing the mask back into your hands. You take it,
nervous but curious, and when you fit it up to
your face, they help you tie it on. You can
see through the perfectly placed eye holes and turn, catching
sight of yourself in a mirror. Again, you look glamorous
and deadly. The wolf looks wicked, or is that just
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how much thigh you've got exposed. The only other thing
you're wearing is the key around your wrist, And just
as you think it, they're pulling you up and over
to the wooden door with a slavering wolf carved on it.
The door in you match, at least have fun. You inhale, exhale,
and use the key to go in. The door opens
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into an open room full of men and women, all
wearing masks, huddled around tables. You realize slowly you're at
a casino as you see women leaning over tables, throwing dice,
hearing mask muffled cheers. This is not at all where
you thought you'd be. You wander in, looking from table
to table. Women wearing rabbit masks walk through with drinks,
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and each drink has a long straw, the better to
sip it through underneath your mask. Foxes and tuxedos stand
behind each table, dealing cards. All the male guests are
wearing tuxedos too, and the women are all dressed up
as you are. Everyone's masks are almost as fine as yours, feathers,
streaming horns, curved on display. Those who see you looking
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at them nod, and you wonder if they know who
you are or are merely being polite. You come up
to a table and watch long enough to gather the
easiest rules. Those throwing dice and those betting stacks of
chips are always different people. The betters men and women
have hands casually rested on their dice throwers, hips and asses,
sitting back and admiring the view as they push forward
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stacks of chips. Figuring this much out, you feel a
cop and move along, looking across the room until you
see someone from the back, his presence dominating a whole table.
As he feels you looking at him, he turns and
you see as he does that your masks match. His
chin lifts in recognition, and he feels drawn to walk
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to his side. At the table he's at, where the
game hasn't started yet, there's a fox beside the board,
lining up markers on the fill. The second you reach
the table, the others pull aside, leaving room for you
against the other wolf. He leans in, almost as though
he's smelling you, and you can see his dark eyes
flicker and take you in from behind his mask. If
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you hadn't already been through so much of the house
to get here. You might not be interested in him
so soon, but since you have, it's hard not to
imagine the lines of his body underneath his tucks, and
you're glad those women didn't make you put underwear on earlier.
He smiles. You can see it in his eyes and
wonder if it's a wolfish smile, just like the mask
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you share.
Speaker 4 (17:02):
Would you roll my dice?
Speaker 3 (17:04):
He hands a pair out to you with one cuffling hand.
You don't answer, but you nod, taking them from him
and turning back to the table where other players wait.
Across from you, there's a woman in a coppery eagle
mask with a male egret next to her, and a
male lion beside a lioness. The egret in the lioness
told dice just like you do, and as the woman
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in the eagle mask pushes a stack of chips out,
the egret leans over to roll. It's your turn.
Speaker 4 (17:33):
Soon. You don't know who's winning or losing yet.
Speaker 3 (17:36):
You're not sure how to tell, but the numbers that
come applease your wolf. You can tell by the way
he settles his hand onto your ass, by how the
others push chips toward him one by one. It seems
like you're winning for a very long time, but you're
not rolling to win. You're rolling to keep the wolf near.
He's behind you now, his hips following you as you
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lean forward across the felt, and his hands found the
slit in your dress and is crawling higher and higher
up your thigh. Then there's a commotion at another entrance
ahead of you. A group of men, all dressed in
black tuxes with white rams masks have walked in and
they're heading straight for your table. When they arrive, the
other players are dismissed. Your wolf growls at their interruption,
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but they sit down stacks of hundreds of chips, and
the fox running the table raises his hands in a
gesture of helplessness. Your wolf takes up the dice and
hands them to you again. He makes you roll and
roll and roll, and when he's behind you now you
can feel his erection pressing in. The Rams have one
leader who's taller than the rest, and he's the one
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who places bets for them while each of the others
take turns rolling. You still don't know the rules of
the game, but you know your wolf is losing his
chips disappear to their side one by one until.
Speaker 4 (18:55):
He's reached his last. He holds it up, then looks
at you.
Speaker 3 (18:59):
He plays it on the table firmly, and then picks
you up and sets your ass onto the table's felt.
You hear dice roll, feel them land against her ass,
and then hear the rams cheer as the wolf growls
and defeat. The Fox takes your hand and turns you
toward the victors, the five male Rams, and you realize
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what the penalty is for losing. The lead ram takes
you in his arms without asking and carries you off,
the other rams following close behind. Your heart is in
your throat as you cling to him. He's strong, and
his chest is wide, and you can see the beginning
of a five o'clock shadow underneath his mask along his chin.
You're breathing faster, scared of what might happen if you're
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left in a room with all of them at once.
Just you, just to you, not them. The Ram looks
down at you. His eyes are blue, and you can
see his surprise. He doesn't nod, but you know he
heard you as he pushes both of you through double
doors down a hall and again into a ro There's
a wide bed in the center of it, and he
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throws you onto your back in its middle. Just as
you catch your breath again and remember the key and
how you can change the course of things at any time.
Speaker 4 (20:11):
This is your house.
Speaker 3 (20:13):
He stands before you at the bottom of the bed,
placing one finger to his lips for silence.
Speaker 4 (20:18):
He lifts his mask.
Speaker 3 (20:20):
He's Nordic, with shoulder length blonde hair and ice blue
eyes and a strong jaw and lips that are smirking
at you. And when one of the other rams hands
him a wolf's mask, you realize you are dealing with
a wolf in sheep's clothing all along. You laugh, and
he grins, setting the new mask over his face, and
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all the other rams have switched their masks as well,
to be gray, blue, white, and tan wolves. The members
of his pack. One of them steps forward and he
growls at them, and they step back to the victor
go the spoils you. He takes off his tuxedo jacket
in tie, throwing them to the floor, and mounts the bed.
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His erection is straining against his tuxedo pants, and you
want to help him set it free.
Speaker 4 (21:09):
Turn over you know what he wants.
Speaker 3 (21:11):
Without saying it makes sense that it should be like
this between wolves. You get on all fours and he
slides your dress up the slit hitching up to your waist.
Now he grabs your ass and then slaps it, and
you know he's left a red handprint behind.
Speaker 4 (21:27):
You feel exposed, waiting, tight with nerves.
Speaker 3 (21:30):
As you hear a zipper open and Noah cock's been
brought up, you tense up, everything stiffening. The next contact
he makes is to play the head of his cock
down your ass. He does this a few times, then
drags up down further and forward, pushing it through your
wet laba to nudge at your clip. He holds it
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with one hand, massaging you there with it.
Speaker 4 (21:54):
It feels good.
Speaker 3 (21:55):
You tilt your hips back towards him, but not as
good as you know you'll feel once inside of you.
He pulls back and you try to follow him, but
he holds your hips in place. Content to tease, without
thinking about it, you whine the sound feels right, especially
inside the mask. It's how an animal begs for what
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it wants, which you want right now is a fucking
the head of his cock finds your clit again, and
you whine wants more. At the head of the bed,
another of the wolfpack stands. He's unzipped his pants too,
and he lets his erection out, holding it in one
unmoving hand. You hear pants unzip all around the room
as you whine again, sleading to get fucked, and one
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of them in whins with you. You're not the only
one who wants you to get fucked. You whine louder,
trying to rub your hips back more, feeling the resistance
of his hands until and then the shudder of release
as his cock slides home mix you gasp. The pack
around you grown and start to stroke their cocks as
they see you getting fucked. The wolf behind you starts slow,
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making you feel all of him, teasing the entrance of
your pussy with the riched head of his cock, until
you whine again. If that's how you get which you want,
then that's how it can be. You whine longer, and
the wolf starts to speed up, turned on by your
blatant need.
Speaker 4 (23:19):
Around you, the pack stroke faster.
Speaker 3 (23:22):
By turning your head, you can see at least three
wolves beating hard cocks. You brace yourself with one hand
so you can reach back and stroke your clit. The
wolf mounting you puts up a leg so that you
can thrust into you more deeply, and your wines change
into grunts. He's got hold of your hips and he's
holding you onto him, balls slapping against your clit, rubbing hand.
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You're pussy making wet sounds as he goes in, and
you know that all the wolves around the bed can
hear and see and smell you getting fucked. It's a
turn on that you never thought you'd have, knowing that
all these men around you are being controlled by your desire.
You're rubbing faster and he's fucking you deep, and one
of the wolves begins to howl, frantically, fucking himself with
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his hand, begging you for release. You rub yourself harder
and faster, matching the mounting wolf's pace. You feel your
orgasm inside your hips beginning to grip you. Another wolf howls,
and then a third, and a fourth. They're all as
ready as you are, and you are. Your pussy can't
take waiting anymore. All you have to do is rub
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your clip one more time. You inhale and a howl
until you're breathless. As you come your pussy clenches the
cock inside it tight, and now your hips are your
own and you're fucking him with them. The wolf mounting
you barely manages to hold on, and then he howls himself,
hips thrashing wildly into you, just as he's filling you
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up with come inside. The wolves around you release their voices,
loud as silver geysers shoot from their cocks. They stagger
onto the bed, finally allowed. As you fall forward onto
the sheet, and you found yourself in a tangled pile
of half dressed, come covered met You feel a hand
on your ass and cast a lazy glance over your shoulder,
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where the wolf that mounted you kneels, spent cock straight
down one thigh. His mask is half lifted. He doesn't
need it to smile wolfishly at you, not at.
Speaker 4 (25:20):
All, Thank you, mistress. His words are.
Speaker 3 (25:24):
Echoed by the pack, words and moans and mirrors. You
print at him, still behind your mask. I'm just glad,
I'm bad at dice. You find the strength to rise up,
and hands help you to the ground, a little wobbly
on your barely used heels. There's a locked door at
the back of the room, and you go to open
it as you expected.
Speaker 4 (25:46):
The door opens into another bathroom.
Speaker 3 (25:49):
You just robe again and shower, quickly, cleaning yourself up,
wrapping yourself up, and yet another robe, this one thick
and white. You take your mask with you as you
open the ballot from the other locked door with your key,
you find yourself back in the masked room. You've experienced
so much behind those masks. Do you want more? You
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realize you want to, You need to. There are fewer
choices now, but still choices.
Speaker 4 (26:19):
You reach for.
Speaker 3 (26:22):
The choices now yours. Vote for what happens next on
Choose my Pleasure God?
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the lion? Do you want to choose the shells? You
have five days to vote.
Speaker 4 (26:40):
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Speaker 3 (26:42):
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Speaker 5 (26:47):
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