Dan And Phil Hamster Fic Novels & Stories

Emily’s POV “It has been a long time since we met. Have you been doing well, Dan?” I asked him calmly, with a smile on my face. He smiled back at me and gestured for me to sit down. I smiled once more, gazing at him more intently than ever. “I have been working the shadows, chasing after two rats!” Dan exclaimed. “Smith and Anna are quite deeper than I have thought. Both of them won’t be broken randomly. If we wish to end their relationship, we will need to go the extreme.”

Regardless of their contrasting personalities, Lucas often encouraged Dan to pursue meaningful relationships, one at a time. Dan held a humorous philosophy about relationships, often stating, "Men were meant to have multiple women, that's why they produce millions of sperm. Women were meant to have one in particular, that's why they release one egg monthly." This lighthearted view on romance reflected his playful attitude. Leveraging Lucas' resources, including cars, a helicopter, and a private jet, Dan enjoyed flaunting his lifestyle, leaving a lasting impression on the ladies he encountered.

But what scares me are the five wolves that fall in behind Dan. Shifting in front of me, is my mate. I saw a pair of shorts tossed towards him, as he put them on, slowly staring at Dan. “Seems there was a party I was not invited to,” Zack said softly. Before I could speak, Dan said, “I am picking up what is mine.”. Zack stared at him before glancing back at me. I could see that he believed Dan, and before I could say anything, Zack pivoted quickly, grabbing Dan by the neck and wrapping his fingers around his throat. “Funny thing, last I checked she is my fated mate. I think you are mistaken on what belongs to you,” Zack said as his claws continued to prick into Dan’s throat.

In fact many staff members could see the way Jack was all happy this time. There wasn’t any specific food craving so far, only if we exclude Daniel. Even he himself couldnt pin point why he was so horny and yes kinky. He would love to role play with Daniel. And Daniel loved it too. They would giggle and laugh like kids. Enjoying the moments to spend together. And yes Daniel knew not to say NO to him, as long as he could. Because, yes, it was a whole day of pampering a sulking and crying Jack once he said no.

Jasmine instantly understood and sliding a finger into Dana's ass asked, "Is that the best you can do?" "Sorry, Mistress," Dana whimpered, her often neglected back door being filled for the first time in a long while. "Mistress Jasmine, please take your slut's back door. Make me your little ass slut." "Much better," Jasmine said, wiggling her finger inside Dana's ass, preparing it for insertion. "Are you widening my ass, Mistress, like you wrote about in those Blackmailed cheerleader stories?" Dana asked. "Yes, my slut," Jasmine said, inserting a second finger in. "Promise me you will come and meet me up at Canada when I am speaking one day where you can be my personal English slut pet."

Some nights were slow — candlelight, soft music, whispered promises. Others were wild — clothes torn, moans muffled, the kind of sex that left us aching and satisfied and unable to look at each other without blushing the next morning. Damon was insatiable. And so was I. We were like horny teenagers with no filter, no restraint, no shame. Our chats were no better — explicit, filthy, addictive. If anyone ever read them, they’d think we were writing erotica for a living. Then came the day of his departure.

Why did I feel like this proposal would pass with flying colors and what would Master say about it? When everyone left, Sean whispered a quick 'Thank you' to me as he left with his Mistress. I squeezed his shoulder. I hoped he ended up getting his cock sucked and got to fuck his Mistress's ass at some point. We called Master Dan and asked him if he'd like us to pick something up for supper on our way over to drop off his wife. He said he'd be happy with a pizza so we ordered two large pan pizza's for pick up on our way back to his place. We didn't even need to ask what he wanted. Sandy knew it is well as he did. I left Lucas with Rhonda. She could give him a bottle if he needed to be fed. Th

he said. The other three laughed in agreement, and he slid his hand back, sliding a finger up to gently probe at Alex's pussy, figuring that if Danny's cock was in her hand, it probably wasn't near her pussy. "As long as Danny and I don't bump heads, I'd say anything goes," Dane said, smiling. "Shit, it's supposed to be cool as long as you say no-homo," Danny joked, and the four laughed again.

Philips didn’t even drink alcohol beyond wine or an occasional champagne. It felt good to let loose and truly enjoy myself. The more alcohol Damon and I consumed, the freakier our dancing became. Even on the fast songs, we mostly did slow, sensual, X-rated grinding. I worked my legs, hips, and ass hard against his firm crotch. His obvious dick pressed hard against my ass and made me horny as hell. Sweat glistened on both of our bodies and my muscles ached, but that didn’t stop a damn thing.

Dan says, and I nod. Finley smiles and slaps Dan on the back before leaving. Dan offers me his hand and pulls me to my feet. I am glad I wasn't the first one who mated. Having them helps. "Thanks," I mumble.