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Pulling the band of elastic material up between her legs, Nehiri slipped the straps of the sling-bikini over her shoulders. The swimsuit was a joke of a garment, only barely covering the dark, hairless flesh of her nipples while clinging tightly to her nethers - then again, that was the point. As she lifted her head and gazed at her reflection, her lips curled in a fang-filled smile.
She looked fantastic and
marvelously
slutty. Her full, plump breasts, each nearly as big as her head, sat heavily on her chest, the back of her bikini was wedged between the ample cheeks of her ass, and there was only the faintest hint of a bulge at her groin. Most women wouldn’t be caught dead wearing something so unabashedly provocative - luckily for her, she wasn’t
quite
a woman.
Adjusting the fabric over her loins, she snickered to herself. She sounded like a woman, she sure as hell passed as a woman, and she
mostly
acted like a woman, though that was anything but the case. Contrary to popular belief, and much to the shock of those she bedded, she had a little something
extra
below the belt - and she did mean
little
something.
“Alright, girls,” she mused, clutching and squeezing her massive pair of silicone investments, “let’s make magic happen.”
While she’d forgone any makeup, seeing no reason to gild the lily, she really didn’t need it. Her smokey grey coat was freshly brushed, her long, luscious locks of jet-black hair flowed down her back, and her rack and tush jiggled ever so slightly as she strutted from her room and to the front door of her home. All the preparations had been made, including cleaning and pre-lubing her ass, and the only thing left to do was to lay the trap.
Trap -
hah
, it was too fucking appropriate. Giggling like a schoolgirl, she sauntered out and onto her doorstep. Her yard wasn’t the biggest, only about a dozen feet wide and half that in depths, but it was enough for her to enact her little scheme. She only slowed when she reached her destination, a sunlounger resting in the grass, and flipped her shades down.
Yeah, this was going to work - on the off chance it didn’t, she’d cook up another angle to snare her unwitting mark. Easing herself down, she laced her fingers behind her head and got comfortable. Some people preferred aggressive tactics while pursuing a lover - others took a more casual approach. For her, similarly to other big cats, she had a fondness for ambush tactics.
Her ear twitched at the sound of brakes squeaking and a heavy diesel engine running. She didn’t move, knowing good and damn well that the bus had stopped right at the end of her block, though she did bite back a grin. Any minute now, just like on every other school day, a particular somebody was going to come walking down the sidewalk on their way home.
Her eyes shot to one side as a figure approached. Tall, lanky, and surprisingly timid-looking for a boy his size, the young wolf walked along while browning his phone. She didn’t know the first thing about him, not his name or even if he was legal or not, but that was part of the fun. Biding her time for the ideal moment, she stretched her arms and gave a loud, theatrical yawn as he went to pass by her.
His reaction was exquisite, the sort of shit you’d see in a movie, and it took everything she had not to burst into laughter. The second he laid eyes on her, he stumbled and nearly dropped his phone to the concrete. Hidden behind the mirrored lenses of her sunglasses, making it impossible for him to tell where she was looking, she peered with impunity at his nethers for any signs of life.
“
Hey
,” she called, smiling broadly over at him.
He turned and glanced over his shoulder, likely assuming that she was speaking to someone else, before turning his attention back at her. “
Uh
- hey?”
Dipping her head just enough to give him a view of her amethyst eyes, she met his gaze. “Just gonna walk by without saying hello?”
“I -
um
…” he faltered and shifted uncomfortably in place.
Oh this was
too
fucking perfect. Despite trying his little heart out not to look at her goods, his eyes darted down to her chest - probably because her right nipple had
accidentally
been uncovered. Risking a glance down to his crotch, she spied a distinct twitch from beneath the denim of his jeans.
She quickly collected herself, sat up, and extended an arm. “Don’t you live in the townhouse two doors down?”
Nodding and visibly swallowing hard, he remained where he stood. “Y…yeah.”
“Name’s Nehiri,” she continued, expectantly offering her hand.
He inched closer, almost like he could sense the peril he was in, and tentatively gave her hand a small, flimsy shake. “Volk.”
“
Volk
,” she repeated, withdrawing her arm and brushing a lock of hair from her face, “that’s a
very
exotic name.”
“Thanks?” he unsurely replied. Rubbing the back of his neck, he peeked down at her groin. “So -
uh
- didn’t you move in about a month ago?”
“
Mm-hmm
,” she hummed while she nonchalantly turned and reclined the chair. Flipping onto her stomach and giving him a view of her backside, she rested her cheek on her hands. “Two months, actually, but who’s counting. Hey, Volk?”
Staring at her all but bare ass, unable or unwilling to avert his gaze, he licked his lips. “Yeah?”
“Mind helping a girl out?” she inquired. Nodding her head over at a bottle of sunscreen, she gave a long, pitiful sigh. “I’d
hate
for my coat to get dried out, but it’s so
hard
to reach my back -
you know
…”
It may have been overkill, but she couldn’t help herself. Propping herself up on one elbow, leaving her tits to hang freely, she twisted and fondled one breast. Though her approach was a bit cliche, the sort of thing you’d see in a cheap porno or one of those naughty comics that was so popular online, it did the trick. A distinct tent formed in Volk’s pants, but he was either too distracted to notice or didn’t care to do anything about it - likely the former, if she had to guess.
She held her breath and waited, hoping he’d seize the initiative, until her patience ran thin. “If you don’t want to, I’ll understan-”
“N…no!” he squawked, hastily stepping closer. “I’d be h…happy to help!”
Too easy - this was
too
fucking easy. Contentedly wiggling her hips and draping herself over the chair, she closed her eyes. The poor kid was already sporting wood, and he hadn’t even laid a hand on her yet. At this rate, as soon as he copped a feel, it would be game over for him.
As his slickened hands glided over her back, she openly moaned. “Thank you so,
so
much for this. You have
no idea
how hard it is to handle everything yourself…”
“Y…yourself?” he repeated.
“
Yeah
,” she lamented. “Things might be a little better if I had a special someone in my life - you know, to help me out, but I guess I’m not that lucky.”
Gradually moving to the small of her back, he rubbed the lotion into her coat. “
Tell me about it
.”
She’d only meant to score a few sympathy points for herself, not giving a shit if he was single or not, although his comment instantly piqued her interest. “Don’t tell me you’re single…”
Looking over her shoulder at him, she watched him nod. Oh hell yes. It wasn’t like she cared if he had a girlfriend or not, having ruined more than a few relationships in her time, yet him being single would make her job so much easier - shit, the only thing that could make it better would be if she was his first. As her mind latched onto the idea of despoiling him, punching his v-card and ruining him for anyone else, a thrilled shiver ran up her spine.
“Well I’m sure you’ll find your special someone before too long - like, come on, a young, healthy,
attractive
wolf like yourself is hard to find,” she tutted. “Don’t be afraid to go a little lower…”
Guys were funny and no two were exactly alike. Volk, either out of bashfulness or politeness, had somehow managed to keep himself from touching her in an inappropriate way, although that changed almost immediately after she gave him the green-light. A long, sensual hum escaped her as his palms glided over the soft, doughy cheeks of her ass.
“Seriously, I can’t believe you don’t have a girlfriend,” she tittered, lifting her hips to buck back against his hands. “You’re not fucking with me ~ are you?”
“
N…no
,” he croaked as his fingers sank into her yielding flesh.
Keeping one eye on him, she flicked her tail up and ran it up his neck. “But you’ve
had
a girlfriend before ~ right?”
He shook his head and gazed longingly at her tush. “
I wish
…”
It took a lot - and she meant a
lot
to get her wound up, but fuck if hearing the sheepish admission didn’t press every button she had. Rolling over and allowing his hand to slide across her hip, she carefully concealed the bulge at her groin hidden between her thighs. Fuck it - it was time to go for the kill.
“Wanna come inside for a minute?” she faintly inquired. Seeing his focus was solely on her chest, she gingerly took him by the wrist and guided his hand up and under the fabric covering her left tit. “I’d hate for things to get too
hot
out here…”
The second his fingers slid over the rigid, sensitive bud of her nipple, he snapped from his stupor and locked eyes with her. She would have bet everything she owned that he’d take the offer, but damned if it wasn’t gratifying to see him excitedly nod and scramble up to his feet. Coolly swinging her legs over to the side, she pushed herself up and rose to her full height.
While she’d freely confess to flattering him a minute or so before, she’d meant what she’d said. He was tall, having a couple of inches on her, and he was pretty damn handsome - yeah, he might have been on the scrawny side, but that was far from a deal breaker in her book. As she laced fingers with him and guided him to her front door, her pucker winked with anticipation.
She saw herself inside, waited until he’d stepped into her foyer, then closed and locked the door behind them. There were any number of things she could have done - shit, he probably wouldn’t have minded if she squatted down and started blowing him right then and there, although there was such a thing as being
too
forward. Dudes, particularly inexperienced ones, were like fine wine, something to be
savored
, and she was going to relish and tease him for as long as she could hold herself back.
“
Much better
,” she whispered, stepping past him and turning to face him. “Make yourself at home, Volk. Mi casa es su casa.”
Blinking over at her, he cocked his head. “What?”
“It means my house is your house,” she explained with a smirk. “Want something to drink?”
“I -
um
- I guess,” he warily responded.
She turned on one heel and waved for him to follow. “C’mon, the kitchen is right over here.”
While she wasn’t one to toot her own horn, she’d developed sort of a sixth sense for guys over the years. Volk was clearly nervous, impelled by hormones and his baser desires to get his dick wet, but he still had his preferences. He obviously had a thing for her tits, given that he’d been ogling them for nearly the entire time, but her instincts told her he was something of an ass- man.
“
Let’s see here
,” she muttered. Opening the fridge and bending over, she leveled her rump at him. “I’ve got root beer,
regular
beer, orange juice, and milk.”
Swaying her hips from side to side, she resisted the urge to smack her ass, spread her cheeks, or do anything
too
provocative. Teasing, like many things in life, was an art, and she’d gotten damn good at it. She straightened up after a handful of seconds, having received no answer, and turned lazily spun in place.
“
I get it
,” she mockingly gasped while closing the gap between them. “Would you like something to snack on instead ~ maybe some
cake
?”
He’d been blushing since he’d laid eyes on her, yet his face darkened even more hearing the word. “You’ve got cake?”
Nearly rolling her eyes, she forced a smile. One of the only drawbacks to dealing with amorous amateurs was how daft they could be. Maybe he was playing dumb, or perhaps he genuinely was hankering for something sweet to eat - in either case, she was going to clear the matter up for him.
Stepping in and pressing her breasts against his chest, she caressed his hip. “Bet a boy like you has one
hell
of an appetite…”
“
M…my mom says I eat l…like a horse
,” he mumbled.
“There’s nothing wrong with that - in fact, if you’re feeling peckish, I’ve got plenty for you to snack on,” she breathed.
Wrapping one arm around his back, she held him close and craned her neck. She wouldn’t be above jumping him and using him like a living, breathing dildo, although that would be far from ideal. All she had to do was find the magical switch, the right thing to say or do that would make him assert himself, and she would hold herself back until she managed to do it.
“
You know, since it came up, I’m feeling a little hungry myself
,” she purred.
Hooking a thumb over his waistband, she lightly tugged at his jeans. Whether it was her hot breath tickling his ear, the poorly veiled innuendo, how she’d plastered herself against him, or some combination of the three, her assault was finally met with some success. With a shaking, clammy hand, he hesitantly clutched her behind.
The satisfaction that coursed through her from him copping a feel was palpable - sure, he hadn’t slammed her against the wall to rail her brains out, but it was a damn good start! Shifting her hand over just a touch, she flicked her thumb and deftly loosened his belt. While she wasn’t about to lavish him with praise, she was very,
very
proud of him - so proud that she figured a small
reward
was in order.
She pulled away just enough to look him in the eyes as she slowly lowered herself into a squat. His chest heaved and his eyes widened, yet he made no move to escape. This was his chance, one of a scant few he’d have to get away, and he didn’t even realize it. The longer he stayed, the deeper the hooks sank - the deeper the hooks sank, the harder it would be to stave off his barely-kept desires.
Sinking into a deep squat, having dragged her tits down his abdomen and over his groin, she brought herself to eye level with his package. As tempted as she was to give him a warning, to tell him that this was his only opportunity to stop her, she kept her mouth shut. As she unbuttoned his jeans and pulled at the fly, her tongue crept past her teeth and licked her chops.
“
Wait
,” he bleated, placing a hand on her shoulder and bringing her to an abrupt halt.
Unable to keep her brow from knitting, she peered up at him. “Something wrong?”
He breathed heavily and shied away from her. Fuck ~ what the hell was he doing? She’d been seconds -
seconds
from giving him the blowjob of a lifetime, but he’d stopped her. At a rare loss for words, she struggled not to leap to any conclusions.
Fully unbuckling his belt, he bent forward and timidly removed his pants. “
Here
…”
Hot damn
- now this was what she was talking about. She would have preferred to strip him herself, always relishing the big
reveal
about what her partners were packing, but that hardly mattered at this point - plus there were plenty of other surprises she was looking forward to. As he rose back up and kicked his jeans free, her eyes shot to the crimson length that bobbed freely at his bare crotch.
He wasn’t the biggest guy she’d ever wrangled with, nor was he the smallest, but he was pretty damn respectable for a guy of his age. Remaining in a squat, she yanked the twin straps of fabric away from her torso and let her tits spill free. As far as she was concerned, he’d more than earned an unfettered look at her rack.
“
Come to mama
,” she growled, grabbing his hips and bringing her face to his loins.
Covered in crimson flesh and glistening in the soft light, his cock pulsed in tune with his heart. Its shape was a familiar one, having a slender tip and a thick knot at its base, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t have a particular fondness for canines. The sensation of being tied, effectively having a cock locked in her ass while she was bred - it was damn hard to beat.
Lifting a hand to cradle his meaty, cum-filled balls, she cocked her head and peeked up at his face. “Ever knot someone’s mouth before?”
He trembled and shook his head. “
N…no, I’ve n…never even gotten a -
Gah
!”
There was only so much someone could stand, no matter how seasoned or slatternly - for Nehiri, hearing his confession abolished what little self-restraint she had. In one swift, merciless move, she angled his dick at her face, opened her maw, and hilted him in her muzzle. Though she was a hopeless bottom-bitch, not even remembering the last time her dick had been good for anything other than slinging cum onto her fat tits or the floor, that didn’t mean she was some submissive butt-slut - on the contrary, she was anything but meek.
Coppery, salty flavors washed over her palate, her throat embraced the first few inches of his shaft, and she momentarily wrapped her lips around the base of his knot. Was he going to blow his load after just a few seconds? Would he grab her by the ears and start fucking her face? Did he prefer facials or girls who swallowed? She had no way of knowing answers to any of the questions sailing through her mind, but she was going to find out.
Wasting no time, she held his hip with one hand and began swabbing her throat. Her nose ground against the tuft of fur on his crotch with every plunge, filling her sinuses with his rich, masculine scent. She could have -
would
have paced herself a bit better, but she could always do that later.
“
F…fuck
,” he wheeze, placing on hand on the top of her head.
While it was a far departure from skull-fucking her, his tender touch was electrifying. She employed every bit of her skill, tonguing the underside of his length while torquing her head from side to side. This was a test, one to set a baseline for his endurance, and she was going to see just how fast she was going to make the poor kid
pop
.
Much to her pleasant surprise, Volk’s fingers weaved through her hair and to the back of her head. Groaning around him, she sheathed his cock in her snout and gently massaged his nuts. Most guys enjoyed the idea of choking someone on their endowment, making them feel like they were exceptionally well-hung, although that was practically an impossibility for her - that being said, she was a damn good actress.
She sputtered and faltered, forcing a mixture of saliva and his pre-cum up through her sinuses and out of her nose. Seeing her supposed struggle, he wavered then tightened his grip. Good - she wouldn’t have cared what he’d done, but it was nice to know he wasn’t a
total
pushover when it came to intimate matters.
Doubling down and renewing her efforts, she shifted to one side and played with her tit. Watching her suck him off would probably be enough to push him closer to his limit, but seeing her openly playing with herself sure as shit wasn’t going to hurt a
damn
thing. He gnawed his bottom lip and bucked his hips at her obscene display, unleashing a fraction of his true potential.
Her merciless assault was just that, the distilled skill of
thousands
of blowjobs she’d administered, and he never stood a chance to stop her. While she didn’t have a stopwatch handy, having no reasonable explanation for wearing one of the things while seducing someone, her best guess was that he lasted a handful of minutes - definitely less than ten but more than a few. Sensing his knot swell and hearing his hitched breaths, she drove herself forward and stuffed her gullet.
He tensed from head to toe, his eyelids fluttered, and he stifled a whimper as he came. It was a damn cute climax, positively adorable, and she committed it to memory - not because she was going to shoo him away, but because she’d like to compare it to his reaction for her big
reveal
. Lingering until her lungs started to burn, well after the final drops of his seed had flowed down her throat, she unhurriedly pulled back and freed him from her muzzle.
“Next time, glaze my face, big boy,” she sighed, only getting a fleeting taste of his essence.
Listing to one side and almost losing his balance, Volk caught himself on her counter. “
Uh…uh-huh
…”
She toyed with one nipple and rubbed her package while staying where she was. It wasn’t hard to hide your stiffy when your stiff was only a few inches when fully erect, although she’d rather err on the side of caution. She was in control, whether he realized it or not, and she wasn’t going to show off her goods until he was so fucking horny that he wouldn’t be able to tell her to stop.
“You alright there, tiger?” she joked, knowing full well that he was completely fine.
Holding up a finger, he caught his breath and dreamily smiled over at her. “That was
amazing
.”
She figured she’d rocked his world, but it was still damn gratifying to hear him say it. As she crossed to him and gave him a playful smack on the ass, her thoughts drifted. He was going to need a few minutes to recuperate - after that, there were a number of ways things could potentially play out.
Slipping past him and around the counter, she opened the fridge. “Want a beer?”
“I c…can’t drink yet,” he murmured.
“Didn’t ask if you were old enough,” she clarified. Fetching two cans of frosty brew, she slid one over to him. “So what all have you thought about doing to me?”
Having only just cracked open and taken a sip from his beer, he broke into a coughing fit. “
E…excuse me
?”
“You heard me,” she pressed. “Don’t act like you haven’t been eyeing me for a hot minute. C’mon, kid, you can be honest.”
Hanging his head, he smirked. “Well I really like your boobs…”
“
Ah
- yeah, I figured the girls might’ve been on your
to do
list,” she chuckled, setting her beer down to grab her bosoms. “Before we’re done, remind me to let you tit-fuck the hell out of ‘em.”
“Done?” he parroted, peaking a brow.
“You didn’t think I’d invite you in, suck you off, and offer you a beer
without
you getting to plow the hell out of me ~ did you?” she countered. Without giving him time to reply, she strutted past him and took him by the hand. “C’mon, let’s get you somewhere comfortable.”
Keeping him on his backfoot was part of the plan. Through trial and error, she’d learned that getting straight guys, which she had to assume he was, took a certain amount of finesse. You wanted to get them riled up without playing your hand too early, getting them to cum from a hand-job or oral was paramount, and
never
let them plow you missionary right out of the gate - she’d learned that lesson the hard way. Leading him out of the kitchen, through the foyer, and into her den, she released him and motioned over to the sofa.
“Pop a squat, big man,” she softly ordered.
He reluctantly obliged and seated himself, although he kept his free hand over his semi-rigid dick. “S…so what -”
“
Ssssssssssh
,” she hissed, cutting him off while kneeling down in front of him. Prizing his legs apart, she moved between his knees and brought her rack to bear. “
Heh
- you know, I pegged you for more of an ass man.”
“I -
Huff
- I t…think you’ve got a
great
ass,” he rasped as she entombed his slick, hardening shaft in her cleavage.
Dipping her head to lick his cock-head, the only part of his tool that was clearly visible, she paused. “Really?”
“A…absolutely!” he chirped. “When you told me I could go lower outside, when I was putting that lotion on you, I thought you were fucking with me!”
“The only one that’s going to be doing the fucking, mister, is you,” she said with a smirk and a wink. Rocking her shoulders forward and back, she squished her breasts between her forearms. “Are you
sure
you don’t have a girlfriend? I swear, if I find out you’re cheating -”
“I don’t, I promise,” he insisted, interrupting her.
Squinting up at him, she flashed her teeth. “
Or
boyfriend?”
He practically recoiled at the question, and a look of something like disgust crossed his face. “No way - like, I don’t have anything against gay dudes or anything, but I don’t see the appeal.”
She swore, his comment was almost enough to make her cream up the interior of her bikini. Poor bastard didn’t have the slightest idea he was getting played like a fidel by a guy - a buxom, curvaceous, absolute
bimbo
of a guy, but a guy nevertheless. Giving him her best
come hither
look, she lowered her head to nurse on the tip of his length.
Oh the
delicious
irony. This is what she lived for, breaking
straight
guys and robbing them of their supposed heterosexuality, and Volk was her latest victim - actually, victim might not have been the best word for it. He may have been a predator in his own right, armed with fangs and a relatively decent build, but he was nothing more than her
prey
.
“I bet you’re just saying that,” she giggled while leaving a strand of pre-cum connecting her lips to his drooling, turgid shaft. “How about you take your shirt off for me,
stud
. Can’t blame a girl for wanting to see that smoking hot body of yours ~ can you?”
While he was practically ripping his t-shirt off, he clumsily folded his legs around her back and kicked the shoes off his feet. They were both basically naked, he was ready to go as he was going to get, and she
pined
to feel that thick knot of his plugging her ass, yet she was in no rush to stop stringing him along. Now that she had him in her lair, he wasn’t going to leave until she’d milked every
drop
of nut out of him - even then, that was assuming he’d be able to
walk
when she was done with him.
He shudderingly exhaled and threw his arms over the back of the couch. “Speaking of being single, I’m surprised you don’t have a boyfriend.”
“That an offer?” she hummed.
Taken aback, he nervously laughed. “I…I mean, if y…you wanted to…”
Her pupils contracted to razored slits as she stood. “Before we get ahead of ourselves, let’s see where things go…”
She’d expected him to start stumbling over his words or to give her a noncommittal answer, but he’d actually managed to give her a halfhearted swing at courtship. There was one thing she was certain of, in spite of being unsure if this would be a one-off tryst, and that was that she knew
exactly
where to park his manhood. Turning her back to him, she seated herself on his lap and hotdogged his cock between her pillowy buns.
One of the nicer things about canines was that they ran hot -
literally
. The heat radiating off Volk’s dick was staggering. Blowing him had been incredible, everything she’d hoped it would be, and the best was yet to come. Now that she’d gotten an appetizer down, still feeling the warmth of his jizz in her belly, it was time to earn a real breeding.
Lifting her hips, she reached back and spread her ass. “Little help?”
He didn’t budge as he stared at her winking, cavernous hole. The way she was standing, it was
very
unlikely that he could see her coin purse, only able to see a bulge at her groin, but he had a picturesque view of her backside. She doubted he’d give a shit where he got to stick his thing, and that suited her just fine.
She didn’t have a pussy in the
traditional
sense, but her back had been fucked so many times that her backdoor was just as good as the real thing - hell, according to a few guys, it was even better than vaginal. Though she couldn’t see it at the moment, she was intimately familiar with what he was seeing. Instead of a taut, crater-like hole, her entrance had been molded into a supple, vertical slit that was capable of accommodating even the most
gifted
equine or, on at least one drunken occasion, pachyderm.
Feeling him shift and touch the spear-like crown of his dick to her hole, she threw her weight back and impaled herself. She took him with ease, having handled significantly larger things in her day, yet it was pleasant all the same. Just as she went to move, to wantonly screw herself on him, his hands shot to her hips and took a firm grip.
“Gonna -
Mmmph
!” she grunted as he drove his hips upward.
With his feet planted, he started fucking her with reckless abandon. There was no build up or gradual escalation - no, he simply went from zero to one hundred in the blink of an eye. Grinning from ear to ear, both proud of him and delighted that she’d managed to
finally
strike a chord with him, she reclined against his chest.
“
Right there
,” she moaned. Lewdly spreading her legs, she lifted and planted her feet against the sofa. “
Knot-fuck this
naughty
pussy
.”
She almost laughed at that. If Volk had the slightest inkling that his balls were beating against her package, he gave no sign of it - instead, he was railing her as though it was the last thing he’d ever do. Resting most of her weight against his torso, she guided his hands up her sides and around to her tits.
He didn’t say much - actually, he didn’t really say
anything
, yet his actions spoke volumes. Recklessly popping the girthy bulb at the base of his shaft in and out of her well-trained backside, he seized her nipples and pulled. The trace of discomfort that shot through her would have detracted from the moment for almost anyone - fortunately for her, it was
just
what she’d been craving.
Though she was the very definition of a power bottom, she
adored
when she finally broke a guy’s composure. Something about sinking the final nail in their coffin, pushing them past the brink to unleash their id, was
extraordinary
- so much so that she enjoyed it as much or more than the waves of physical bliss accosting her. She writhed against him, mewling and clenching around his pistoning cock, until she got his break-neck rhythm down and synchronized her movements to his.
Of all the things she’d done with him so far, this was going to be the most precarious. Through sheer willpower alone, she carefully kept track of his breathing, pace, and if his knot was changing in size. He was going to cum in her ass, that wasn’t an issue, but when and
how
he finally crossed the threshold was what she cared about.
On and on he went, ravaging her while working up a sweat. His endurance was actually pretty impressive, giving him the fortitude to last significantly longer than she’d initially predicted, although he eventually began reaching his limit. Glancing over her shoulder and seeing his face twisted up in concentration, she quickly patted his side to get his attention.
“
S…slow down a second
,” she panted, feigning exhaustion. “I w…wanna see your face when I cum.”
He nodded and moved his hands away from her, allowing her to languidly shuffle in place. Turning around while skewered on a someone’s dick wasn’t the easiest thing in the world, but she was flexible enough to pull it off without much trouble. Leaning back, she braced her hands against his knees while swinging one leg up and over his head.
This was it, the moment she’d been looking for, and it was going to make or break the entire exchange. Balancing herself on one arm, she drew her free hand down her chest and pulled her bikini aside. As her prick sprang free and pointed to the heavens, a testament to her arousal, Volk blinked.
“
Y…you’re
…” he trailed off.
“I’m not sure what you’re thinking, but I’ll tell you this,” she whispered, leaning in and bringing her muzzle to within a hair’s breadth of her face. “
I’m your bitch right now
.”
Her declaration was the straw that broke the camel’s back, driving him into a berserker frenzy of lust. He fiercely grabbed her ass, squeezing her cheeks in both of her hands, while he darted in and locked his lips around her left nipple. A kiss
would
have been nice, but she’d be damned if his reaction wasn’t the best shit ever.
He didn’t even slow down when he came, erupting in her ass and bathing her depths with scalding baby-batter - if anything, he fucked her harder and faster than ever. There were perilously few things a dude could do to surprise her, especially someone as young and inexperienced as Volk, although he managed to throw her a curve ball. She couldn’t explain it - shit, she could barely wrap her head around it, yet he’d just climaxed and was still as hard as steel.
Knowing she’d ruined the poor kid, she held his head to her tit and allowed herself to cum. He’d have no way of ever finding out about it, but she’d effectively edged herself for
hours
before she’d gone outside to meet him - paired with getting her tender p-spot pummeled to a pulp, having her ass kneaded, and the teeth upon her nipple, and she was
more
than ready for a bit of relief herself.
Volk lived up to his savage ancestors, doing everything in his power to claim her as his fertile, buxom mate. Heaven help her, this was everything she’d yearned for and then some. Should he actually get the stones to make this a regular thing,
Her rapturous howl split through the air while her thin, watery spunk painted Volk’s abs and chest. It would be unfair to call him gay, given the circumstances, but his heterosexuality had just taken a
very
substantial hit - after all, one couldn’t call themselves
completely
straight while having a dude, busty or otherwise, riding them cowgirl. As his pace went frantic and completely wild, she took his head in her hands, lifted his chin, and gave him a deep, passionate kiss.
Be it from good timing or sheer dumb luck, the affectionate gesture was his undoing. Volk hauled her downward while burying every inch of his length in her ass. She realized what was coming, that he was about to breed her properly, but the influx of his youthful, virile seed flooding into her gave her a second, even more amazing climax.
Falling still and silent, save for their heavy breaths, the pair came to a shuddering halt. Sweat glistened on their hides, rivulets of spunk seeped out of Nehiri’s ass and down Volk’s balls, and they were both in dire need of a shower. Reclining slightly and withdrawing her tongue from his muzzle, she beamed.
“Pretty good ~
eh
?” she teased.
Volk croaked out an unintelligible reply. He’d obviously enjoyed himself, having weathered no fewer than three orgasms over the span of an hour, but there was something she wanted - correction,
needed
to do before he was hit with his post-nut clarity. Giving the end of his nose a tiny peck, she gazed into his eyes.
“If you want to make this a regular thing, and I’d be
shocked
if you didn’t, maybe you could bring a few friends over next time - you know, so you can show them how much of a
stud
you are,” she cooed.
It was the illusion of choice, offering what he would assume was an option, and he took it hook, line, and sinker. Running his hand over her tush, he smiled and nodded. Now that she’d hooked her first catch from the nearby school, she was going to find out if there were any other worthy
playthings
she could reel in - and she had the perfect, horny little assistant to help her do it…
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
Stepping back from her couch, Nehiri gave an approving nod then inspected her living room. Ordinarily speaking, the place would have been much less presentable, having a few emptied bottles or cans scattered about the place, but this was a special occasion. Strutting out of the den and to the kitchen, she cast an expectant glance over at the front door.
Volk had gotten used to her way of living, preferring to focus on her personal
assets
over her home, although her visitors - well, one of her visitors, was a bit of a mystery. Opening the fridge, she smiled. Everything was set, her house had been cleaned from top to bottom, so now she could focus on the
important
part of her impending gettogether.
Spinning and marching to her room, she snickered to herself. There wasn’t a damn thing wrong with Volk - as a matter of fact, he’d quickly earned himself the title of her favorite fuck-toy, although she’d never been happy with
one
plaything. As she crossed through her bedchamber and into her bathroom, her eyes darted to the sink by her kink.
Her mother had always told her to be prepared for anything, and she’d taken the lesson to heart. An array of cosmetic products lay arrayed before her, as well as an outfit she’d selected for herself. When meeting someone new, particularly someone you had an interest in, one had to be careful; you want to show yourself off a bit without being
too
ostentatious or slatternly - as such, she’d selected a number of
comfortable
items to wear.
Though she had the better part of an hour, she showered with haste, dried herself off, and got ready. Her outfit was simple, a pair of hotpants, an oversized t-shirt, and an elastic thong, but that was just the tip of the iceberg. The cherry red lipstick, hint of blush, and eyeliner she anointed herself with looked good and erased all but one trace of her masculinity.
Sensing her prick twitch against its fabric confines, she peeked down at herself. Even at half-mast, her bulge was barely noticeable. The chances of anyone figuring out she was actually a busty bitch-boy were
extraordinarily
slim - nevertheless, out of an abundance of caution, she thrust a hand into her shorts to tuck her package.
“
There we go
,” she hummed, having reduced the imprint of her junk.
She lifted her head and inspected herself in the mirror. Her look wasn’t bad, something like a
slightly
trashy girl next door, and it would serve its purpose - or so she hoped. Sauntering away and backtracking into her den, she threw herself onto the sofa and reached for her pocket. There was only one thing left to do, something that never failed to annoy and arouse her - she had to
wait
.
As she lifted her phone and idly began flicking through her photo gallery, her muzzle split in a toothy grin. There were plenty of pictures of her and Volk, typically while he was glazing her face or knotting her ass, yet it was the newer images that piqued her interest. Alongside the studly little
puppy
she’d adopted, there were several images of
dragons
.
She swore that moving to the suburbs of a city - a
real
city had been the best thing she’d ever done with herself. Not only did she have everything she could ever want at her fingertips, ranging from some
damn
good bars to a vast array of restaurants and shops, but she had access to all sorts of
unique
individuals. It had come as no surprise that there were several erotic species living in the area, but she’d been shocked to learn that Volk was attending classes with
two
dragons.
The second she heard that her boy-toy went to school with two of the massive reptiles, she started laying plans. Migi and Hidari were the dragons’ names, they were twins, and they both looked
delicious
, being far larger than her at their relatively young ages, but that wasn’t the best part - the
best
part was that they were twins. There weren’t many things she had left on her bucket list, but fuck if having a threesome with two brothers wasn’t one of them.
Things had gone far,
far
smoother than she could have dared to dream, so easily that she was almost expecting something to fuck up. She’d met Migi first, learning that he practically farted glitter and liked guys as much as her, and they’d hit it off like a pair of old friends - sure, it helped that she was able to fuck his ass and regale him with all sorts of
naughty
stories, but that only aided in her efforts. On one fateful afternoon, after plowing the cum out of her luscious little lizard friend, she’d set her scheme into motion and done a bit of
prying
.
According to Migi, Hidari was the sort of guy who’d recoil in horror at the sight of someone else’s dick, although that revelation only steeled her resolve. She’d broken plenty of allegedly straight guys before, and she’d likely break plenty more in the future. Was it wrong to lull someone into a false sense of security, get them all worked up, and ultimately leave them questioning their sexuality? Arguably, yes. Was that going to stop her from tempting into broadening their horizons? Oh
god
no.
While her thoughts swirled around Hidari, her tail flicked up and onto her thigh. He was supposedly a bit of a jock, one of those
manly
men who chased after the cheerleaders and preppy girls, and he had no idea what he was in for. All it had taken was the smallest bit of convincing for Migi to spill the beans and help her set things in motion.
Migi, though a bit soft-spoken and timid, was a good kid, and he’d been more than happy to help her reel in his brother. Whether the two had a troubled history or regularly butted heads was a mystery, but she wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. If the meek, relatively little dragon was willing to help her have a bit of fun in exchange for periodically destroying his prostate, that was fine in her book.
Gazing longingly at a picture of Migi’s cock, she shuddered. The guy was hung like a horse -
literally
hung like a horse, yet she hadn’t done anything more than stroke or nurse on the tip of his gargantuan endowment. It was a damn shame that someone so
exquisitely
well-endowed was a bottom, but she was going to fix that - or she was going to
try
and fix that.
While it was regrettable Migi wasn’t even
close
to being a top, his
brother
was allegedly much more assertive. Neither a virgin nor afraid to be proactive about getting his dick wet, Hidari’s libido had apparently gotten him into trouble a few times at school. Licking her chops, she sensed her slick, pre-lubed backdoor excitedly wink.
Knock Knock Knock-Knock Knock
“
Shit
,” she hissed, glancing down at her tented shorts. “One sec!”
Damn it - of course someone would show up when she was sporting wood. She didn’t have the biggest cock in the world, but answering the door with a stiffy was something she’d rather avoid. Closing her eyes and jamming her phone back in her pocket, she took several deep, slow breaths and stilled her beating heart.
It only took her a few minutes to calm herself, thinking about some of the funnier or some of the less than
impressive
dudes she’d fooled around with, before she trotted to the foyer and flung the door open. “Mig!”
Throwing her arms wide, she leapt out and hugged the dragon’s neck. He stiffened in her embrace, though he did lift a foreleg to caress her lower back. She grinned while she released him and stepped back. As she lowered her arms and looked to the side, over at an equally colossal figure, her smile broadened.
Hidari was the spitting image of his brother, a perfect copy, so it came as no surprise that she liked what she saw. Quadrupedal and
delightfully
bestial, the towering dragon gave her a curious look. She gave herself a moment to study him, drinking in his features while he did likewise with her.
Dragons were a fascinating species for a number of reasons. For starters, they were some of the few who were allowed to go about without any clothing whatsoever - secondly and just as prudently, their almost feral appearance tickled several
extremely
depraved parts of her mind. Her attorney had advised her not to speak of it to anyone, but it was fair to say that the hulking reptiles were the only way she could live out a few fantasies without sneaking onto a farm and violating several laws.
Resting one hand on her hip, she lifted and leveled a finger at Hidari. “So you must be Hidari?”
The dragon nodded without breaking eye contact. “The one and only.”
A shiver shot through her purely from hearing his voice. Rich, sonorous, and dripping with confidence, his tone was
just
what she’d been hoping for. She didn’t have anything against Migi, largely in part because they were kindred spirits, although that didn’t stop her from having an instant fondness for his brother. Covered in crimson scales and with a lighter colored underbelly, his emerald eyes drifted down to her chest.
Fucking
jackpot
. The big guy had only just met her, yet he was already checking out her goods. If things were going this well straight out of the gait, she could probably flash her tits or ass and skip a few steps. With her nipples going hard, she turned and extended an arm to Migi.
No - no, she couldn’t risk jumping the gun. She’d made a plan, and she was going to stick to it no matter what. As Migi gingerly took her proffered hand, she walked inside and waved for Hidari to follow. Step one was getting him there, which had been a resounding success, step two was where things would get a
bit
trickier.
Pressing herself to Migi’s side, she glanced over her shoulder. “So Migs says you didn’t believe him.”
Hidari lifted his gaze to her face and snorted. “How much he pay you for this little stunt?”
“Stunt?” she repeated with feigned naivete.
“Yeah, stunt,” Hidari grunted. “There’s no way in hell he landed a piece of ass like yours.”
Turning as he reached the sofa, Migi blushed and rubbed the back of his long, muscular neck. “W…well -
um
…”
“I got this, babe,” Nehiri hummed. Giving him a pat on the shoulder, she motioned to the couch. “How about you get comfy.”
“
O…okay
,” Migi muttered.
While he did as she’d asked, easing himself down to lay lengthwise across the undersized sofa, her eyes lingered on his groin. Of all the wondrous things about dragons, their equipment was one of the most fascinating. Instead of obscenely dangling beneath them, monstrous quadrupeds’ fun bits were stored internally.
At Migi’s groin was an unassuming
slit
that hid his behemoth of a cock. Watching him grow erect was a magical experience, like a reverse disappearing act, and she’d desperately wanted to fuck herself on him when she’d first watched his fat, ass-breaking cock emerge from its confines. Swallowing a mouthful of drool, she tore her eyes off him before she got
too
worked up.
“Anyways, yeah, we’re fuckin’,” she coolly stated as she turned to face Hidari.
His lip curled to expose his glimmering, dagger-like fangs. “Bullshit.”
“Nope, I’m as serious as a heart attack,” she tutted. Stepping back, she patted Migi’s midsection and eased herself down on the edge of the couch. “Big boy here
really
knows how to -”
“Bull-fucking-shit,” Hidari barked. Scowling over at his sibling, he sneered. “Where’d you even find this chick?”
“A…at the library?” Migi warily answered, sounding none too convincing.
Patting his hip, Nehiri nodded. “I was looking for a cookbook and -”
“Whatever,” Hidari huffed. “So you two expect me to believe this crap? Lady, listen, I know my brother, and I’d bet my ass that he’d shit his nonexistant pants at the sight of a pussy.”
Nehiri smirked and reached into her pocket. “Really?
Huh
~ maybe you could help me explain this then?”
Nonchalantly turning the phone over, she displayed the screen to her guest. While she hadn’t been lucky enough to get her insides rearranged by Migi, she
had
taken a few pictures that made it look that way. Blindly thumbing through the photos, including a few of her choking on dragon dick, she bit back a chuckle.
She’d pondered long and hard about how Hidari would react to seeing his brother getting some action from a
girl
, and his reaction did not disappoint. His eyes went wide, his jaw nearly hit the floor, and his pupils shrank to paper-thin slits. Feeling Migi shift uncomfortably, she ran her hand up his chest to comfort him.
While they’d discussed this very inevitability, that didn’t make it any easier on him. She could understand his discomfort, not for the least of which reasons being his junk was being shown off, but he was going to be rewarded for his discomfort. No matter how things shaped up with Hidari, whether he took the bait or left in a huff, she was going to make sure to leave Migi sticky and satisfied before the day was through.
“So you’re a whore or something?” Hidari growled as she returned the phone to her pocket.
“
Oh please
,” she laughed. “I might be a bit fast and loose, particularly when it comes to sexy,
scaly
studs, but I’m not a hooker ~ isn’t that right, babe?”
“
Uh…uh-huh
,” Migi croaked while she pawed at his chest.
Leaning forward, Nehiri propped her chin on her hand while smiling over at Hidari. “Don’t tell me you’re
jealous
of your bro?”
“
Fuck off
,” he snarled.
His contempt was only skin deep, and she savored it. While his tone was biting and expression stern, it was his subconscious actions that spoke to how he really felt. Aside from ogling her cleavage, which she’d immaculately presented from within her shirt, his biggest - and she meant
biggest
tell was the glistening tip of cock-flesh protruding from beneath him.
Straining to hold herself back, she pulled at her collar to unveil a bit more of her chest. “Funny you should mention that. Since you’re here, maybe you could help me with something…”
Hidari’s eyes narrowed and shot to her face. “With what…?”
“Maybe helping me make a dragon
sandwich
,” she purred while running her tongue over her lips.
“Yeah, no, fuck off with that,” Hidari weakly guffawed. “I ain’t doin’ any kind of freaky shit with my brother.”
Reclining against Migi, Nehiri stretched her arms over her head. “Who said anything about doing anything
with
him? As far as I’m concerned, you can get first dibs. Once we’re done, and if he’s still interested, Migi here can get sloppy seconds - after all, I’m
pretty sure
he’s got a bigger cock than you anyways…”
Hidari’s expression went from one of disdain to outright anger. It was one thing to evoke envy in someone, but it was quite another to land a blow on their pride. The muscles about his shoulders bunched and smoke billowed from his flaring nostrils as she listed to the side and casually caressed Migi’s entrance.
No two dudes were different - some were easy to twist around her finger, only needing a bit of flirting or a flash of skin, while others required some
unconventional
methods. If Migi hadn’t been around, she could have
probably
gotten Hidari riled up with nothing more than a nip slip and a few sinful promises, although she wanted -
needed
both brothers there. She’d only been railed by a small number of creatures that could rival a dragon in size, and she wasn’t going to be satisfied until she’d bagged two of the adonic creatures at the same damn time.
Go big or go home - it was a motto she’d taken to heart for most of her adult life and even a few years before then. In bars or clubs, when she was on the prowl, it was all too common for her to single out the biggest,
buffest
guy in the room for a bit of action - bearing that in mind, the possibility of having a fling with not one but
two
dragons drove her wild with desire. Keeping her eyes on Hidari, she stroked Migi’s hardening length.
“Would you look at that,” she mused without looking away from Hidari’s face. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say your
gay
brother is getting a little excited from getting felt-up by a girl. Isn’t that
weird
?”
“Since when were you into chicks?” Hidari demanded, glaring at his sibling.
“If you -
Mmmph
- ask me,” Nehiri interjected, momentarily pausing to remove her shirt, “it was
probably
when he got his cock between a pair of fat tits.”
One of her only gripes about getting frisky with a quadruped was that she had to think outside the box when it came to sex acts. With Migi’s size and morphology, taking up nearly the entirety of the sofa’s three seats, she couldn’t lay across his lap to put on a show, although she still had options. Sliding over as much as she could, she rolled to her side and brought herself face to face-to-face with the dragon’s slimy tool.
No matter how many times it happened, she didn’t think she’d ever get tired of watching Migi’s cock make an appearance. Longer than her forearm, reaching from her hand to her bicep, and covered in soft, squishy barbs, the dragon’s dick was
godly
. Just imagining something so huge pounding into her, making a mess of her insides and tickling her lungs, was almost enough to make her rip her pants off to impale herself right then and there -
almost
.
She groaned as she tongued Migi’s cock-head and gyrated in place. Putting her money where her mouth was was a particular strength of hers, displaying that she was more than just talk, and it worked with startling effect. Being lower to the floor, she glanced over and spotted Hidari’s endowment swelling and jerking.
The sight of her guest’s arousal was adorable. There Hidari was, acting like he was hot shit, and he was popping a stiffy like a kid who’d just seen his first pair of boobies. It was hard to tell at a distance, what with him being a dozen feet away or so, but she’d bet hard cash that he was just as gifted as his brother. Pouring the heat on, she thrust a hand into her shorts to rub her
pussy
.
Pussy -
hah
- now that was fucking funny. Hidari probably thought she was still a girl - not that she could blame him. Given how she was situated, having her arm covering her goods, he couldn’t possibly see her package. As she sank two fingers into her well-used pucker that was her cunt, she craned her neck and took Migi into her muzzle.
Though it was her intention to make a lewd spectacle of herself, choking on cock with her breasts out, it was hard to remain focused. Sucking on a dick,
any
dick, was a joy in and of itself, and Migi’s monstrous log of dragon meat
always
hit the spot. Closing her eyes, she savored her exotic helper.
Dragons ~ where to start? The big bastards put most equines to shame in regards to sheer size, although the enormity of their equipment was only a single facet of their appeal. The smell -
sweet
fuck
! She wouldn’t have guessed they’d smell as good as they did, but she could easily see herself getting addicted to the smell alone.
Thick, rich, and
divinely
masculine, the bouquet that flooded her sinuses teased the most servile parts of her brain. Forcing her head lower, she inhaled the first few inches of Migi’s shaft. She’d been familiar with dragonic anatomy, mostly because she’d fucked herself into a coma on multiple occasions while watching videos of the brutes going to town on each other or a smaller, bipedal partner, although she was still getting used to their naughty bits.
While most guys had all the fun stuff on the outside hanging from their groins, dragons were a bit
unique
. Like some sort of raunchy multi-tool, the hulking reptiles kept their junk on the inside when it wasn’t being used. Some folks may have an issue with sucking a dick that came out of a cloaca, but not her - hell, she thought it was both hot and functional.
As if the ambrosial fragrance wasn’t enough to get her motor running, the
flavor
was fantastic. Salty and slightly bitter, the tang on her palate was phenomenal - on top of that, the texture against her tongue, something like a soft gummy candy, spurred her on. She’d been railed out by a
lot
of different dudes in her day, but she might just become a dedicated fuck-toy for dragons if they were half as good at screwing as she hoped they were.
Shaken from her stupor when Migi bucked his hips, she fully committed herself to blowing him. While he was unquestionably a bottom-bitch, there wasn’t a guy on the planet who didn’t like getting sucked off - hell, she even got a hankering for it from time to time. While she fingered her p-spot and bobbed her head, Hidari’s composure bowed under the lecherous sight.
“
Yeah, screw this
,” he mumbled, turning to the exit.
Nehiri immediately withdrew, cleared her snout, and rolled off the couch. Shit - this was where things could get dicey. If she wasn’t able to sweet talk her way into Hidari’s nonexistent pants, she’d be fucked - yeah, she could always plow herself with a dildo while playing with Migi, but that didn’t beat the real thing.
Getting onto her knees, she grabbed the tip of Hidari’s long, muscular tail. “Hold up.”
Hidari grimaced at her and pulled his tail free. “What?”
“I mean, ok, hear me out,” she snickered. “You
could
leave, but…”
Peaking a brow, Hidari lingered with one forepaw in the foyer. “But…?”
She spun in place, braced her legs, and sank to all fours. “
But
you could stay and have some fun. One girl, two big,
sexy
dragons - come on, it’s not rocket science.”
To really hammer her point home, she reached back, hooked her thumbs over the waistband of her hotpants, and gradually pulled the fabric down. It took more self-control than she would have thought not to look back at him, keeping her eyes forward and on the floor, but she managed to pull it off. With her shorts partially around her thighs and her ass mostly exposed, taking care to prevent him from seeing her coin purse, she prized her buns apart and tugged at her thong to display her backdoor.
She held her breath and kept her fingers crossed for what felt like a small eternity before she spoke. “So how about it, stud, wanna show your bro how to turn a girl inside out?”
“I ain’t doin’ any gay shit,” Hidari breathed after a tense second.
Fuck yes -
score
! Smiling like an absolute idiot, Nehiri pulled her shorts back in place and lazily got to her feet. She’d managed to overcome the biggest hurtle, convincing Hidari to take the bait, but she wasn’t out of the woods - not yet. Leaving her shirt where it lay, she sashayed between the pair.
“Right this way,
boys
,” she cooed. “Whoever can make me cum the most
might
just get to keep me as their personal cock-holster.”
Fighting to keep a slow pace, she meandered down the hall and into her room. Nehiri led the way, slowing as he entered and inspected her chamber, with his brother trailing along behind him. She looked past the more dominant of the two, met Migi’s eye, and gave a small, almost imperceptible nod.
So far, everything was playing out swimmingly. The twins were in her lair, ripe for the picking, and they were
both
in for a surprise or two. She’d conspired with Migi on how to get Hidari involved, and she was thankful for it, although he had no idea what he was in for.
“Hands and knees, slut,” Hidari rumbled. “Hope you’re on the pill, because I’m gonna pump a welp into you before this is over with.”
Crossing to him, she ran a hand up his foreleg and to his shoulder. “Before I start making plans for being a single mother, how about we start things off nice and slow - maybe let me introduce myself to that fat fuck-stick of yours. Get up on the foot of my bed for me. Can’t have your little brother watching you plow my muzzle without a good view ~ right?”
Hidari didn’t say a word as he brushed by her and placed his forepaws onto the end of her mattress. “Get to work…”
“Such a
charmer
,” she swooned, legitimately thrilled by the opportunity to serve a dominant male.
Falling to her knees, she shuffled beneath him and to the side of his swaying length. While she wasn’t about to go get a length of measuring tape, she could tell that Hidari was packing just as much heat as his sibling. Drooling in more ways than one, with her hole slavering lube and prick leaking pre-cum, she reverently lifted her hands to the magnificent cock before her.
If she had ovaries, she was sure they’d be going into overdrive. The sight, the smell, the idea of his weight bearing down on her while he destroyed her ass - they were too much. It was a pity that he hadn’t thrown her onto the bed to have his way with her, but she had better things in store for him and his twin. She inched closer, extended her tongue, and wrapped her lips around the side of his tool.
Broadening his stance, Hidari swung his head to the side. “You really find her in the library?”
“I…yeah,” Migi softly replied. “We started talking, one t…thing led to another, and - w…well…”
“Then he left me walking funny for a day,” she quipped, unable to resist. “Honestly, I’m kinda surprised he hasn’t knocked me up by -”
“Less talking, more sucking,” Hidari interrupted. “If you wanted a
real
experience with a dragon, you should have told him to call me.”
Shifting around to fully face his dick, she rolled her eyes. He was definitely full of himself, but she might be able to change that. While she didn’t have an issue with pushy guys, there was a fine line between assertiveness and being an asshole. Opening her mouth as far as it would allow, she leaned in and brought her muzzle around his cock-head.
One of the nicer things about dragons was that, in spite of their daunting size, their dicks were pleasantly forgiving. Just flexible and supple enough to be
slightly
forgiving on someone’s depths, while being firm enough to resize any hole it found itself in, Hidari’s endowment would leave anyone shivering from head to toe. Taking a deep breath, she stuffed her gullet and gave a muted gag.
Irrespective of her machinations and grand designs, it was only right to give Hidari a taste of what he was expecting. Driving forward, she took inch after inch of his shaft into her snout. His taste was a bit different from his brother’s, just the tiniest bit stronger, although that could have been for any number of reasons. Only a lunatic or total slut would unabashedly commit him or herself to pleasing a guy who was over twice their size - thankfully, she was a bit of both.
She leveled all of her focus on Hidari as she stroked him off with both hands and face-fucked herself on him. He growled above her and thrust into her muzzle, showing his true colors. To have him take charge was beyond rewarding, and it signaled that he was falling deeper into her clutches.
“She’s -
Hah
- pretty damn good at this,” Hidari murmured as a tremor crept into his thighs. “Fucking figures a
bitch
like you found her first…”
“I g…guess I’m just lucky,” Migi stammered
Listening to their banter, Nehiri peeked up to the base Hidari’s tale. Unlike avians and several other varieties of reptiles, dragons had a tail hole that was separate from their cloaca. As his taut, crater-like entrance seized upon itself, her heart skipped a beat. She knew a virginal hole when she saw one, and the sight of his backdoor sent blood surging to her loins.
Fixating on the task at hand, she spared him no expense. Her lips, tongue, and throat were all put to use - plus she jacked off the girthy trunk of his length with her hands. A guy like him deserved the very best, getting every wondrous inch of his bitch-breaker loved on, and she had the skills and experience to give him what he craved.
On and on she went, keeping a watchful eye and ear on him, until she sensed him nearing his limit. Backing away, she rubbed her throat and coughed. It was all an act, of course, although it would buy her time and give her an excuse to mix things up and move on to the next phase of her scheme.
“
H…hey
,” she weakly began, keeping her voice low and shaky. As he peeked down and back at her, she apprehensively smiled. “
Y…you mind if I
-
Um
…”
“If you what?” Hidari flatly asked.
Clearly struggling not to smile, Migi stepped closer. “She
kinda
likes ass…”
Hidari’s eyes widened ever so slightly at the admission. “So you want to rim me or something?”
“
Yeah
,” she bashfully admitted. “I know a lot of guys aren’t into it, but -”
“Shit, knock yourself out,” Hidari guffawed. “I’ve heard about freaky bitches like you. Knock yourself out, toots.”
He couldn’t have realized it, speaking frankly and in haste, but he’d just given her a wealth of information. He’d
heard
about girls like her, implying he’d never actually interacted with one, and his laugh had been a bit forced. This was a bluff, something meant to impress her and her brother, and it was going to give her one hell of an edge.
Staying beneath Hidari, Nehiri practically scrambled under the monolithic cock and between the dragon’s legs. Now that she’d been given the green-light, he’d learn what she could really do. Her ass and gullet were her go-to tools to get someone off, although they were far from the only tools in her amorous arsenal.
The moment she was behind Hidari, situating herself on all fours, she pressed her face against his backside and hotly made out with his hole. While many would consider a dragon’s rump a weak point, their lack of ass-cheeks made it
remarkably
easy to feast on their rears. Like a starved mongrel who’d just been presented with a t-bone, she dug her tongue into him while giving a guttural groan.
“
F…fuck
,” Hidari rasped.
The only thing she could see was the base of his thick tail, but the subtle hint of pleasure in his voice, paired with the way he was winking around her tongue, were all the inspiration she needed to continue. Migi had been her all too willing test subject, allowing her to determine what felt best and where a dragon’s weaknesses were; with those lessons in mind, she mercilessly went straight for Hidari’s metaphorical throat -
his p-spot
.
Dragons were strong as hell, were lovers of renown, and had an almost
mythical
charm about them, although they had an achilles heel. Their prostates were
comically
close to their entrance, just an inch or so beyond their rim, making them easy to please with even a
modest
endowment. Shifting the angle of her head, Nehiri drove her muzzle into his spasming hole and earned a low,
quite
unbecoming moan from Hidari.
“Nice, isn’t it?” Migi mused.
“
S…shut up
,” Hidari feebly countered.
All scorn and bravado had fled from his voice, and she wouldn’t be at all surprised if his composure was starting to buckle under the immense, unfamiliar pleasure accosting him. It was hard for her to remember most of the sexual experiences she’d had over the years, although the first time she’d gotten her ass eaten was seared in her memory. Recalling the momentous occasion and how she’d cum all over her, at the time, flat and featureless chest, she sought to recreate the moment for her big,
straight
stud.
As she worked the fist-sized bulb of sensitive flesh Hidari’s tush, her thoughts wandered. She’d like to imagine he was putting on a brave face, setting his jaw and screwing his eyes shut in a desperate attempt to spare his pride, although she had no way to tell how he looked. Making a mental note to ask Migi about how his brother fared throughout the one-sided endeavor, she glided one hand upward and began caressing the base of his length.
As happy as she would have been to rim Hidari until he was on the brink of cumming, he wasn’t the factor at play. Her motions came to an abrupt halt as a long,
hot
something slithered up the back of her right thigh and into the cleft of her ass. Realizing that Migi wanted to do something
more
than just look, she hiked her waist up and rolled her hips back.
Smack dab in the middle of a booty buffet, she couldn’t have been happier. Migi had said he was going to sit by and spectate, although his inclusion was a pleasant addition. As she gleefully wiggled her hips and gyrated against the usually sheepish dragon’s snout, her eyelids fluttered.
While she’d say the scene was akin to something from a porno, that wasn’t the case - she
knew
the scene was like something from a porno. There she was on all fours with over a foot of tongue snaking through her colon while french kissing a dragon’s rear end. The fact that the two hunky reptiles were
brothers
was the icing on top, a depraved garnish that made the three-fold exchange all the sweeter - speaking of which…
Holy hell - though she loved getting railed out, she’d always had a fondness for eating ass. Balanced between demeaning and indulgent, there was something downright
magical
about having her face crammed in a dude’s backside. While she may have been at a disadvantage going down on a chick, having no interest whatsoever in getting her face anywhere
near
some woman’s fishy clown car, she was keenly aware of how nice it felt to have someone tonguing your backdoor.
It might take a bit of convincing for the uninitiated, but even most straight guys liked getting their ass polished. Someone making out with your tush felt good physically
and
it was psychologically gratifying - at least that’s how she understood it. For dominant dudes, it was an act of submission, showing you were willing and able to debase yourself for their satisfaction - for bitches like her, it was more like a warmup.
Migi had quickly fallen for her oral skills, coming to prefer her rim-jobs over her blow-jobs, and he’d gotten pretty damn good at giving them himself. While he hadn’t perfected the art by any means, often requiring a bit of coaching, he was practically
made
to glut himself on someone’s tush. His thick, sinuous forked tongue was bigger than some guys’ dicks, and it hit
all
her sweet spots while it snaked around her insides.
She had to give credit where credit was due, she was pretty proud of the training she’d given Migi. As he kneaded her thigh and growled into her, her hair stood on end. Nearly losing herself to her bliss, she blinked when a hushed, almost
effeminate
whimper crept to her ears.
The soft sound struck her like a gong. Both her and Migi’s snouts were occupied, only able to make muffled sounds at best, leaving only one person - rather one
dragon
capable of making such a sinful noise. Suddenly at an impasse, recalling how she
had
planned on having Hidari lay down so she could ride him, she backed away and pushed herself up.
To hell with the script, she knew when it was prudent to alter course. Swinging an arm back to gently push Migi away, she got to her feet and stood behind Hidari. Given that the siblings were both feeling particularly
passionate
, and that neither made any attempt to stop her or ask her what she was doing, it was her god given right to do something a bit
spontaneous
.
“
Deep breath
,” she whispered as she wrapped her arms around Hidari’s tail.
Why had she said that? It wasn’t like her to give anyone much of a warning, particularly given the rut-lust she had slipped into, yet something had compelled her to give the unassuming dragon what he was in for. Regardless of what had driven her to speak, she wrapped her arms around Hidari’s tail, kissed the tip of her length to his entrance, and plunged into him.
Butt-fucking a dragon out of the blue was definitely one of the more suicidal things she’d ever pulled off, but it had been worth it - holy hell, had it been worth it. Instead of whipping around and rending her to pieces, Hidari collapsed on the bed and mewled like a bitch in heat. There was a point at which anyone, sexuality and gender notwithstanding, devolved into a feral state - for her, it was discovering the big, bad dragon wasn’t nearly as tough as he acted.
Falling into a breakneck rhythm of pulping Hidari’s p-spot, she braced her legs. “If -
Nnnnph
- you’re gonna -
Mmmmn
- fuck me, do -
Hah
- it now…”
She really,
truly
wouldn’t have given a damn if Migi would be content to spectate on his brother being despoiled or if he wanted to get his dick wet, but she was overjoyed when she felt a pair of gargantuan mitts come up to her hips. Acting as quickly as she could, she plastered herself against Hidari’s back and said a mute prayer that she wasn’t going to end up hospitalized. Her joke earlier about making a dragon sandwich had been just that, a joke, yet the siblings were going to make her dream a reality.
As soon as he felt the draconic cock-head nudge her entrance, she knew it was all over. There’d been a second or two when she could have escaped, yielding to her better judgment, yet that was the last thing on her mind. Reduced to little more than a crazed beast, pushed beyond the threshold of what her incredible skill set could withstand, she plowed Hidari like it was the last day of her life while Migi sank into her welcoming depths.
Pinned beneath the pair, acting as a cock-warmer for one while frantically pounding the ass of the other, Nehiri did something unthinkable - she abandoned any attempt to hold herself back. While she thrust away like a beast possessed, Migi pressed himself against her back and drove her forward. Though she understood what she’d signed herself up for, she was unprepared for the
unfathomable
grandeur of her circumstances.
Migi was just as, if not
more
worked up than she was. Squishing her between himself and his brother, he draped himself over her back and fucked her with perilously little restraint. Even if she’d wanted to, she couldn’t have moved - furthermore, the colossal length pistoning into her blinded her with ecstasy.
She couldn’t move, she couldn’t think - shit, she could barely even
breathe
properly, but she wouldn’t have changed a thing. Migi, the subby sweetheart that he was, had somehow tapped into the ruthless
animal
he was inside, while his brother was squealing in unfettered glee. The entire afternoon had been a wild ride, and things had only gotten crazier since they’d moved to the bedroom.
Drawn back and driven forward with each of Migi’s thrusts, Nehiri rhythmically grunted and had the air forced from her lungs. Yeah, she was gonna be feeling this tomorrow, but she kept booze, painkillers, and a padded donut to sit on for occasions such as this. As she was cored out while screwing Hidari, her mind went blank.
If there was one regret she had, it was that she hadn’t surreptitiously set up a few cameras to capture the debaucherous goings-on. The sight of the three of them must have been awe-inspiring, like the stuff you’d only see in the most
extreme
or underground sex clubs, and it was a rare first for her. If she survived, which she very much
hoped
she would, she was
definitely
going to have to record her next tryst with the siblings.
Her grasp of time grew tenuous as she was repeatedly slammed against Hidari’s backside. She felt absolutely fantastic, reaching her limit somehow faster and slower than she would have predicted, and she welcomed her release. Spontaneously lifting one hand and snagging Migi by his lower jaw, she wrenched him downward and started sucking on his tongue.
It was at that moment, breeding a straight dragon’s ass while acting as a living onahole for another, equally amazing dragon, that everything went tits up. Her sanity was rent asunder, pulled apart at the seams by
unfathomable
climactic rapture, and she couldn’t have cared less if it ever returned. Though her legs buckled and went limp beneath her, she remained upright by the titanic shaft she was skewered upon.
As pitiable as it was, the finer details of the remainder of her evening had been fucked out of her. Bolting upright on her bed, she hissed and clutched her sternum. Everything hurt, from her feet to the top of her head, and her gurgling, distended belly
had
to have at least a gallon’s worth of cum sloshing around inside of it, but she wasn’t the only one who was left worse for wear.
She glanced to her left and right then smiled. Migi rested to one side of her, curled up and pressed against her, while Hidari stared up at the ceiling in what she presumed was a catatonic state. While she didn’t have all the specifics, the mental flashes in her head of fleeting instants were enough to tell her he was going to leave her place a changed stud - or rather
bitch
.
Like snapshots in a scrapbook, all she had were mental images of some of the things they’d done. One second, she was riding Migi while sucking Hidari off - the next, she and Migi were double-stuffing Hidari’s ass while he blew a load over himself. If there was a hell, and she hadn’t already earned herself a VIP ticket, she sure as shit would be fast-tracked to the front of the line when she eventually kicked the bucket.
“
Hey
,” she faintly grunted as she reached over and rubbed Hidari’s hip. “
Earth to Hidari
…”
“
H…huh
…” Hidari grunted, unmoving and keeping his eyes upward.
It wasn’t much, but responsive was a start. The bastard had just gotten his world rocked, knocked down a fair number of pegs,
and
he’d gotten his anal v-card punched over the course of ~ what? A few hours? Shakily turning her head and looking to the side, she did a double take when she saw her clock.
Midnight? How the hell had they been going at it for so long? Neither having the energy or brain-power to process the question, she shook her head and fell backwards onto the bed. Screw it - they could all sleep it off in the cooling cuddle-puddle they’d made then take a shower in the morning. Just as she made herself comfortable, she shifted and peeked over to Hidari’s face.
“One question…” she sighed and grinned as Migi twisted and wrapped himself around her, “
you boys got any friends
…?”
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
Idly kicking her feet off the edge of the bed, paying little mind to the seedy hotel room in which she sat, Nehiri idly thumbed through her socials. If there was one thing she liked more than popping some guy’s cherry and showing them they weren’t as straight as they thought they were, it was knocking some smug, womanizing bastard down a peg or three, and she’d recently found the
perfect
candidate to sate that sinful desire. Opening her recent contacts, she quickly typed out a message.
Neihi: You almost here yet? I’m
so
wet just thinking about that fat cock of yours.
Her nipples hardened and pucker winked when she saw that he’d received the message. Even if he came off as a total prick, she had to admit that he had a killer body - plus he wasn’t afraid to show himself off. Half of his posts were of him jacking off, getting his dick sucked, or of sluts he’d recently crempied. After no more than a minute passed, her phone chirped as he responded.
T-Bone: Just pulled up behind the motel.
Shit yes - it was about damn time. Had this been a normal hookup, her just meeting up with some lucky, random somebody to get her back blown out, she wouldn’t have bothered checking in early - however this
wasn’t
a normal hookup. She’d paid for the room earlier that day, gotten herself gussied up in her most
slatternly
attire, and had made a few special
arrangements
for her impending playdate.
She sat her phone down on the nightstand, got to her feet, and stepped in front of the vanity to give herself one final once-over. There were whores who wouldn’t have been bold enough to walk around in what she was wearing - she’d know, she was friends with a good many of them. Her top, a t-shirt with a hem cut so low as to barely cover her nipples, perfectly complemented the skin-tight, daisy dukes that had been butchered to the point of more closely resembling a thong than a pair of shorts.
“
Shit yeah
,” she murmured, turning and spanking her exposed tush.
It was rare, and she meant fucking
rare
that she got to indulge herself with something so naughty, but she’d struck gold. Turning and strutting to the door, she saw herself outside with a sway in her ample hips. Sure enough, just as she’d expected, a black hotrod was parked only a few spaces away from her room.
As the car’s door swung open, a figure emerged. His name was Tocho, and she’d begrudgingly confess that there was a reason he was so full of himself. Tall, handsome, and with a body that would give any chick a tingly feeling in their nethers, he was hot as hell. Sashaying over to him, she brushed a lock of hair away from her face.
“
Nice
,” she hummed as she ran a hand along the hood of his car. “Seventy-one?”
“Seventy,” he corrected. Patting the roof of his ride, he dipped his head and peered down at her from over the rim of his shades. “If you want, I can take you for a spin in her later.”
She leaned over and peered into the cab. “She got headspace under the wheel?”
Laughing and shaking his head, he walked around to her and brazenly grabbed her backside. “Only one way to find out, sweetness, but we can talk about that later. I didn’t keep you waiting long ~ did I?”
“
Long enough
,” she whined while rocking her hips back.
She shivered as she rested her cheek against his chest and drew a breath through her nose. Fuck - the dumb bastard even
smelled
good. Taking him by the hand, she turned and guided him back to the room. She could give a shit less if she came off as some needy strumpet - in fact, that would actually work in her favor. The sooner she got him inside, the quicker she’d get to have a bit of fun with him.
“
Damn
,” he growled, shamelessly kneading her rump with his free hand. “The pics you sent didn’t do that ass of yours justice; I almost feel bad that I’m gonna ruin it for any other guys you fool around with later -
almost
.”
“Only if you let me suck you clean after,” she giggled. Turning her head and peeking back at him, she flashed a smirk. “That ok with you, big boy?”
Without skipping a beat, he slid his hand up her back, around her side, and under her shirt to grope her bare chest. “Since you asked so nicely, how could I refuse?”
Though she continued to smile, her joy was from anything but making him happy. Arrogant dickhead actually thought he was going to get worshiped like a king - honestly, it was nauseating. For the life of her, she couldn’t understand how some chicks, typically ones who weren’t as
equipped
as herself, could fall for conceited jerks like him - yeah, he had the looks, the fat cock, and probably a
decent
amount of stamina in the bedroom, but that didn’t mean folks should be flinging themselves at him!
Collecting herself, she walked into the room and held the door open for him. “Go on and make yourself comfy, stud.”
“I can definitely do that,” he coolly replied as he
pulled his shirt up and over his head. Tossing the garment aside mid-stride, he casually unbuttoned his pants and let them fall around his ankles. “I figure you can give me a bit of a warm-up - ya know, since we both know what you’re wanting…”
As he kicked his jeans away and turned to face her, she was given a moment for pause. She’d seen plenty of pictures and videos of him in action, including a few he’d
supposedly
made just for her, but seeing him in the flesh just hit different. Despite her machinations, she gave herself a second to drink him in.
His impressive height was only rivaled by two things - his adonic physique and
phenomenal
endowment. Corded muscle rippled under his sandy coat, his expectant, fanged smile smacked of a guy who knew what he wanted, and his cock - fuck, his cock was magnificent. He was easily the largest feline she’d ever met, and the fact that he was a mountain lion, an apex predator, only added to his appeal. While her eyes drifted down his chest, over his six-pack abs, and to his loins, he clutched the base of his length.
“Want it,
kitty cat
?” he mused.
She did - she hated herself for it, but she did. Most guys would
kill
for a cock his size - hell, she’d slept with ferals who weren’t packing as much heat as him, but she’d be damned if she was going to fall to her knees and start choking herself on him. She had plans for him,
big
plans, and she was going to see them through if it was the last thing she did.
“I…I do,” she confessed, “but I was - no, it’s dumb…”
“What?” he quipped while releasing his dick.
“W…well,” she began, feigning timidity and averting her gaze, “I was gonna put on a little show for you. You can -
oh
....”
Having retrieved his phone from his pants, Tocho sat himself on the foot of the bed and leveled the camera at her. “Knock yourself out.”
Her expression nearly fell when she saw that he was recording her. The asshole had stolen her thunder, getting his phone out before she could finish saying she would
allow
him to take a video of her, and there was a damn good chance he was streaming her to his innumerable followers. Staving off the urge to glance to the side, she smirked. If he wanted to think he was slick, that was fine - after all, he wasn’t the only one who knew how to please a crowd.
Leaning forward, she unclasped and stepped out of her heels. He was going to get a show, that much was for sure, but it sure as hell wasn’t the one he was expecting. While she rose up and grabbed the top of her shirt, her tail lazily swung from side to side behind her. Even though the anticipation was killing her, she just had to hold out a little longer.
Her movements were slow and sensual as she undulated and removed her shirt. Getting him riled up wasn’t necessarily needed, given that she could have easily fallen to her knees and sucked him off, although it was a small way she could exert control over him. After all the bullshit she’d gone through, from paying for the room to enduring his insufferable, self-centered flattery, he was going to wait until
she
was ready for action.
“You like ‘em?” she purred while spinning and cupping her bosoms.
“
Oh yeah
,” he sighed. With his length swelling between his parted thighs, he licked his lips. “Bet they’ll get even bigger after you get a kid fucked into you - speaking of which, did you bring protection?”
Crossing to him, she placed her hands on her shoulders and cleavage right in his face. “Protection?”
He knit his brow and tore his eyes off her rack to look up to her face. “Yeah, like condoms or whatever.”
“
Please
,” she scoffed. “Doing it raw feels
so
much better - that and don’t pretend you’d mind making a single mom out of me.”
She couldn’t see it, but she felt his dick leap up as she finished speaking. This was so easy that it was almost
sad
. He’d taken the bait hook, line, and sinker - all she had to do was land the cocky jerk and mount him. Leaning back and hooking a finger under his chin, she lifted his face.
Extending his arms and taking a firm hold of her rear, he pulled her in. “I ain’t payin’ child support.”
“
Fine with me
,” she breathed hotly in his ear. Standing tall, she gently pushed him back. “Lay down for me.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” he grunted as he shuffled back and reclined on the mattress. Lacing his fingers behind his head, he peered down his chest at her. “Gotta say, you’re one of the thirstiest bitches I’ve met recently.”
She winked over at him as she sauntered around and to one side of the bed. “Kinkiest too, but can you really blame me? Just the
thought
of carrying your bastard gets my baby-bakery all kinds of heated.”
Reaching out and tenderly taking him by the wrist, she pulled his left arm over to herself. She hadn’t anticipated getting an opportunity to shoehorn fetishes into the conversation, but the timing worked
perfectly
. As she bent over and blindly fumbled around under the bed, her thoughts started to race.
What happened next would make or break her entire scheme. Moving with an abundance of caution, she withdrew a bundled mass of leather straps. She’d never seen him post anything even remotely related to bondage, and he’d never brought it up in conversation, so it was anyone’s guess as to how he’d react to the idea of getting
kinkly
.
Glancing between the restraints in her grasp and her face, Tocho frowned. “What’s that for?”
“I…” she trailed off.
His expression was unreadable, and his tone sounded genuinely confused. Surely -
surely
he had to know what she was holding, because the alternative was simply too absurd. For as many women as he’d fucked, he
had
to have at least some knowledge of bondage ~ right? Setting the bundle down, she plucked a single strand of leather from the heap and stretched it between her hands.
As she softly cleared her throat, a smile crept across her muzzle. “You ever been tied up before?”
“Hell no,” he huffed while lightly pulling on his arm. “I’m not the type to let some chick have her way with me.”
There were a number of things wrong with his declaration, both objectively and subjectively, yet she gave no sign of how incorrect he was. “It’s fun though. You’ll have a blast while I get you nice and riled up - besides, it’s not like you couldn’t break free and fuck me into a coma!”
Tocho seemed to ponder her words while she held her breath.
Restraining
him was of the utmost importance, the literal lynch pin for the entire evening, and she’d be up the creek if he decided against it. Seeing as how he could overpower her easily, being both bigger and far stronger than her, all she could do was keep her fingers crossed that he’d believe her lie and trust her.
Ultimately, after only a few seconds, he shrugged and relaxed his arm. “Fuck it. Just don’t do anything weird ~ alright?”
“
Pinkie promise
,” she tittered.
Hastily fastening his arm to one bedpost, she shuffled to the side and began tying a knot to his ankle. Whether he knew it or not, he was screwed - maybe not as badly as he
could
have been, what with her dick twitching in her shorts, but enough that she was glad she’d brought the reinforced strips of leather with her. Once his limbs were secured, she wiped her brow and inspected her work.
“
Heh
,” he snickered. “These things are pretty tight.”
“Not as tight as something else waiting for you,” she countered while spreading her legs and reaching between her thighs.
It was a damn good thing that her package wasn’t all that big, and that she was a professional at tucking, because she didn’t want to spoil the big surprise. So far as he knew, she was just some random broad with a penchant for anal and big,
beefy
cougars, but it wasn’t going to stay that way for long. Soon enough, he was going to figure out he’d bit off more than he can chew in a big,
big
fucking way.
Sashaying to the foot of the bed, she crawled onto the mattress, went to crawl between his thighs, and froze. “
Shit
…”
“What?” he grumbled.
“One sec,” she groused.
There were two more things she needed before she could cut loose. Returning to the bedside, she hunched over and pursed her tongue between her lips. He hadn’t noticed the meager bulge in her shorts yet, being too focused on her rack, face, and ass, although she wasn’t about to take any chances. With a blindfold in one hand and a ball gag in the other, she withdrew and brought the items up to his face.
He almost instantly squirmed and grimaced as she inched closer. “Hey, you didn’t say anything about that.”
“
Ssssssssssssh
,” she affectionately hissed while slipping the padded leather over his eyes. “
It’ll help you focus on my lips on that massive cock of yours
…”
Her honeyed words, coupled with her bare tits pressed against his arm, seemed to do the trick and assuage his concerns. After stuffing the gag into his muzzle and synching it around the back of his head, leaving him blind and unable to run his mouth, she backed away, got to her feet, and scampered back to the foot of the bed. Now that everything was ready, and she was
finally
ready to get down to business.
She slowly exhaled and willed herself to calm down. There was no sense in rushing this, not for her and
especially
not for him, so she needed to take her time - be that as it may, the anticipation was killing her. The last time she’d had her motor running
this
hard and under similar circumstances, she’d gotten plowed by a griffon so hard that she was farting cum for the better part of a
week
.
Setting her sights on his package, she bit back a sadistic chuckle. The sight of his manhood, standing like a meaty pillar, was complemented by his pair of big, furry balls. She honestly couldn’t say how long it’d been since he’d blown a load, but he wasn’t going to leave until she’d milked every
creamy
drop of jizz out of his cum-tanks onto or
into
her.
“
So big
,” she moaned as she touched her snout to the base of his shaft. “
I hope I can take it all
…”
“
Mmmmph hnnf
,” he responded through the rubberized ball in his maw.
His scent was phenomenal, familiar enough to let her know he was of a similar species but strong enough to remind her that he was more masculine than she could have ever dreamed to be. Swinging her attention up to his face, she ran her tongue up the underside of his length. The thrill of what she was
going
to do, all the things she’d thought long and hard about, was gradually balanced by the fleshly delights of the here and now.
With all the speed of a glacier, she pushed herself up and stared down his shaft. Though she’d sucked on and been face-fucked by bigger cocks before, his endowment was still large enough to give her gullet a good workout. As she wrapped her lips around him and lowered her head, savoring every inch gliding into her snout, he writhed and attempted to buck his hips.
She continued her steady descent until his cock-head tickled the back of her throat. Poor guy - she’d only just started, and he was already trying to take charge. He was going to leave satisfied, she’d make sure of that, yet pressing his buttons was part and parcel for what he was in for. Filling her lungs, she rammed her head downward and hilted him in her muzzle.
He groaned and shuddered beneath her, thrilling her to no end. Waiting for just a few seconds, long enough to show she meant business and had all the oral skills he could have asked for, she pulled back and started blowing him in earnest. While it may have been - who was she kidding, it
was
poetic as all hell, she felt like a housecat with a new toy.
As she bobbed her head, stifled moans and whimpers escaped her. She hadn’t been pulling his leg about the use of a blindfold - at least, not fully. Robbed of his sight, his other senses were heightened - as such, she could only imagine how incredible her lips and tongue must have felt. With the taste of pre-cum mingling with his sweat and unwashed endowment, she inched forward and placed a hand next to his hip.
A blowjob would have easily finished him off, had she kept at it for long enough, although that was just an appetizer for him. Supporting herself on her arms and driving his dick upward, bending it up to his chest, she lowered her torso and buried his shaft into her cleavage. Though he couldn’t speak, his reaction was
flawless
.
Tocho tensed for an instant, likely puzzling out what was happening, then his limbs went slack. It was wrong for anyone to be arrogant, yet she’d gotten more compliments on her tit-jobs than she could count - yeah, it was a shame that he couldn’t see her doing it, but that just meant she’d have to rely on her skills. Pinning her tits between her upper arms, she rocked her torso forward and back while nursing on the tip of his length.
While she wasn’t getting much
physical
pleasure from her actions, the psychological bliss of what she was and
would
be doing was nothing short of decadent. The moment she sensed his dick throb or heard a muted whimper, she’d relent, briefly bide her time, then set upon him with renewed vigor. Edging, much like with many things in life, was an art, and she’d gotten damn good at it over the years.
Seconds stretched into minutes and longer still, until her lust got the best of her. Pushing herself up and into a kneeling position, she popped the button of her shorts and began wriggling out of the garment. He whined pitifully while testing his restraint and bringing a smile to her face. If he thought they were done, he was dead wrong.
She tossed her daisy dukes over her shoulder as she shuffled around to his side and swung a leg over his midsection. The instant she wiggled her ass against his abs, his attempts to free himself redoubled. Dragging herself lower down his body, taking care to hold her comparatively diminutive package to avoid giving her little
secret
away, she situated herself on his upper thighs.
“
See
,” she cooed, “
I told you that you’d like it
…”
Reclining and propping herself on one arm, she reached back and removed his blindfold. One could argue that what she was doing was cruel, teasing him so ruthlessly, although she wasn’t a monster. As she lifted her waist, repositioned herself, and kissed his cock-head with her slickened cunt, her heart skipped a beat.
It would be impossible for him to see her goods, still holding her equipment out of his view with one hand, and it was going to stay that way for the time being. Steadily impaling herself upon him, she gave the deepest, most guttural groan she could muster. His girthy shaft felt
incredible
as it filled her depths - nevertheless, making a spectacle of herself sure wasn’t going to hurt anything.
She hilted herself, gyrated her hips, and reached back to prize her buns apart. Since he couldn’t do much himself, letting him get a good, long look at her stuffed hole felt more than fair - furthermore, it was another show of dominance on her part. She was in control, using him as she so chose, and he was only going to cum when
she
allowed it.
Giggling quietly, she smacked her tush, brought her hands behind her head, and began riding him. Her one small complaint, if she
had
to name one, was that reverse cowgirl wasn’t one of her preferred positions - that being said, it was a strategic position. With her prick free to flop around and drool pre-cum like a broken faucet, she unhurriedly picked up her pace.
As she rode him like a would-be bucking bronco, her eyes never strayed from his face. His expression was delectable, a combination of maddening frustration and ravenous hunger, and she savored it as such. Soon - very,
very
soon, she was going to rock his world and maybe - just
maybe
rock the very foundations of his very being.
Periodically altering her technique, she cautiously fucked herself on him for as long as she possibly could. The trickiest part about her situation was that it was incredibly difficult for her to gauge how close he was to his limit, since he couldn’t give her much of a warning, but she trusted her intuition. Though it was subtle, most guys had a few
tells
for when they were about to pop - bearing that in mind, she was mindful of even the most minute changes in Tocho’s behavior.
He lasted longer than she would have thought before his composure started to truly break. The frantic look in his eye, his twitching hips, heaving chest, and continual
whining
were enough to prompt her to move on. Bending forward at the waist, she languidly lifted her hips and unsheathed herself from his rigid, wildly jerking length.
Turning to face him, and tightly holding her goods to her groin, she switched into a traditional cowgirl position. “
Don’t hold back, big boy
…”
No sooner did she skewer herself upon him than he came. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, every muscle on his brawny frame went taut, and his cock spasmed as seed
erupted
from his spasming dick; it happened so suddenly that it caught her completely off guard. Nonplussed and in disbelief, she smirked, then beamed, then cackled like a lunatic.
Hot damn - she really had called it close. She’d figured he wasn’t going to last long, yet for him to cream her up the
second
she turned around was fucking perfect - unexpected, but perfect. Waiting until his climax tapered off and his eyes readjusted on her, she nodded down at her crotch.
As she pulled her hand back and revealed her nethers, letting her relatively tiny dick spring into view, his eyes shot wide. This was another big turning point, but she’d already gotten what she wanted. If he got upset, she’d book it and leave him there for the cleaning staff to find in a few hours - should he
want
to keep going, she’d be pleased as punch to strip away his heterosexuality and show him a new world of hedonistic joys.
“Looks like that cat’s out of the bag,” she laughed while fiercely gripping the base of his shaft. “So what do you say,
kitty cat
, was it everything you were hoping for?”
His eyes shot from her face to her prick and back again. She would understand if he wanted to throw in the towel and leave with what little self-respect he had left, although she was in for a shock of her own. Dipping his head and staring up at her, he hesitantly nodded.
She
would
have ended things there, seeing no reason to sit on someone who’d just cum, although Tocho’s endowment hadn’t softened in the slightest - if anything, he was paradoxically harder than he’d been when she was blowing him. Intrigued and only the slightest bit impressed, she threw her arms back and braced herself on his knees.
As she rhythmically pistoned her ass and demolished her prostate, a rapturous haze settled over her. The size and shape of his cock, having a subtle curve, hit all her sweet spots - add to that the fact that he was big enough to make her belly bulge from the monumental intrusion, and she couldn’t have been more pleased with his body - sadly, she was
only
pleased with his body. His grandiosity and impermanence was gone - replaced by a dumbfounded, joyous expression.
Having him capitulate so quickly was a bit of a mixed bag. On one hand, she was
immeasurably
pleased with herself - on the other, she was disappointed that he didn’t have more fight in him. Considering he was so quick to give in, and that his cock was still rock-hard, there was only one
reasonable
thing a girl in her place could do.
She gave the smallest grunt as she constricted around him and leaned forward onto her hands and knees. While it would have been nice to let his jizz marinate, relishing the sensation of his essence sloshing about her interior, there was
another
use for his seed. Moving up and situating herself over his face, she unfastened his gag, removed the ball from his muzzle, and parked her ass on his snout.
“
Eat up
,” she quietly growled.
To her utter astonishment, he obeyed her without question. His thick, rough tongue glided up her taint and to her entrance while he gave a hushed moan of defeat. It would have been so much hotter if he’d tried to resist, even if temporarily, although she wasn’t about to complain - not
just
because having the wannabe stud rimming her felt good, but because she was stricken with a wondrous idea.
With a shuddering sigh, she relaxed and opened the floodgates. Tocho croaked and coughed, undoubtedly taken aback by the deluge of cum seeping from her cunt. The sound he made, hindered only slightly by her rear, were the definition of obscene, and she couldn’t help but add to them. With a delighted squeal, she sat back and coated his face with his spunk.
There was something poetic about the way she marked him. There he was, a self-styled alpha, being positively shellacked with the seed he’d just pumped into her ass. A part of her was tempted to pull back, jack off, and add her own load to the jizz slathering his handsome countenance, yet she abstained.
He may not have realized it, but his torment was a double-edged sword. He’d gotten his rocks off, though not in a way he was used to, while she was effectively left blue-balled - worse still, she hadn’t cum in
days
. She’d intentionally abstained from anything remotely sexual for the week leading up to meeting him, and she wasn’t about to waste her load on his face - no way in hell.
If he hadn’t eaten ass before, he was a natural - either way, he definitely had a knack for polishing her backside. Fondling her tits while she ground her ass against his face, she listed to one side and loosened the leather strap around one of his arms. Playtime was over, she’d subjugated him far faster than she’d predicted, and he’d just given her an excuse to up the ante. Since he was so quick to surrender, there was no reason not to completely
break
him.
Undoing the knot around the bedpost, she glanced down at him. “Are you gonna be a
good boy
and do what I say?”
As she got up and removed her rump from his snout, he looked away and nodded once again. What a fucking bitch - he couldn’t even look her in the eye! The more she dwelled on his pathetic performance and how swiftly his
supposed
machismo had crumbled, the more irritated she became - the more irritated she became, the hotter and brighter the first of her sadism burned.
Once she’d dismounted him and walked around the bed while untying him, she motioned to the side. “Get up and stand still.”
“
A…alright
,” he whispered, his voice so weak that she barely heard it.
Tocho swung his legs off the mattress, got to his feet, and anxiously clutched his hands before his chest. She’d seen all sorts of sad shit before, but he was a contender for the sorriest of them all. Over the span of less than an hour, he’d gone from a big-dicked hotshot to a submissive bitch who more closely resembled a lost, horny, oversized
child
.
She sneered as she drifted behind him and took him by one arm. “Hands,” she coldly instructed. Doing as she’d asked, he brought his hands behind his back. “Now it’s time for you to show you can actually put that massive dick to yours,” she snarled, having lashed his wrists together. Walking around to face him, she snatched the blindfold and gag from the bed. “Bend over.”
Faltering, he swallowed hard. “
Y…you’re - um - not gonna
-”
“Sweetness,” she interrupted as she plastered herself to his chest, “I
just
said you were gonna put that massive dick to use ~ didn’t I?”
“
Yeah
,” he resignedly admitted.
“And you want everyone to know you’re a big,
strong
stud ~ right?” she continued.
He nodded, albeit reluctantly. “
Yeah
…”
Slipping the blindfold back over his face, she patted his cheek and brought the gag back to his muzzle. “So now you can
prove
it. Prove to all your fans that, even though a
girl
like me can bring you to heel, you’ve still got use. Can you do that,
kitty cat
?”
“
M…Mmmph
,” he responded.
“
Ah ah
,” she playfully tutted as he went to step forward. “Hold still.”
She’d brought a few other items with her, purely because she
might
have a chance to use them, and she was glad she did. Taking her time and strolling to the dresser, she pulled open a drawer and gazed upon a small treasure trove of goodies. Flogs, a riding crop, handcuffs, a pair of butt plugs - each had potential, yet there were two particular things that would be of use.
With a collar in one hand and a leash in the other, she traipsed back to him. When life gives you lemons, you made lemonade - it was as simple as that. The entire reason she’d orchestrated and executed this scandalous little affair was to humble him and to show him he wasn’t as straight as he thought he was, but she wasn’t above making the best of a bad situation. Due to the fact that she’d bested him with perilously little effort, and that he’d been so keen to do as she said, perhaps it was in both their best interests that she change her priorities.
“
Almost done
,” she noted while standing on her tiptoes and slipping the choker around his neck.
Clipping him to her leash, she stepped back and appraised her work. Volk, Migi, and Hidari were all fun in their own special ways, although Tocho offered something that they lacked. As she turned away and gave the tiniest tug on his lead, her thoughts ran wild with possibilities. While she’d never been too keen on pets, finding them as more of a chore than anything, having an obedient, muscle-bound service animal might change her mind on the matter.
She bent over as she reached the dresser, pulled on the leash, and smiled back at him. He was going to need a fair bit of training, both to put him in his rightful place and to teach him how to best serve her, but he had potential - a
lot
of potential. Bracing her legs and taking a broad stance, she leaned against the piece of furniture while peeking back at him.
He must have figured out what was going on, because he started blindly humping away at her when he bumped against her tush. Seeing and feeling his desperation, she snickered and shook her head. In a weird way, seeing him act so feverishly was cute. She eventually turned her rump toward him, hoping he’d hit the mark, and rolled her hips back.
It took him a bit to find her entrance, but one of his thrusts eventually landed true. Hilting himself without any skill or care, he started plowing her like some overeager teenager getting lucky on prom night. Had the circumstances been any different, she would have been
exceedingly
dissatisfied with his lack of technique - in spite of that, between her self-imposed abstinence, the size of his endowment, and after teasing him since she’d gotten him in the room, she’d be glazing the dresser and floor before she knew it.
He really wasn’t any better than an animal, frantically rutting her while grunting and beating his hips against her ass, but that didn’t bother her in the slightest. Should things work out the way she hoped, she’d mold him into an exemplary fuck-pet and personal cunt-warmer. Driven forward and back by his savage plunges, she tweaked and twisted her nipples.
Waves of pleasure crashed over her, a familiar warmth blossomed in her abdomen, and her mind slowly went blank as she succumbed to her rapture. It was a pity that she didn’t have a mirror handy so she could watch herself getting railed, although that was a small grievance - particularly because she had something better. Sailing to and past the brink, she threw her head back and howled out in ecstasy.
Her orgasm cry must have resonated with Tocho, because he finished shortly after she did. With his knees buckling and ropes of saliva hanging from his chin, he staggered in place while trying to stay steady. Maybe his videos had been closely edited, depicting him as having more endurance than he actually did, or perhaps she’d tapped into his suppressed desires to fuck a
girl
like her - regardless, his second climax was as prolific as the first.
With her stomach gurgling and hanging beneath her, she peered down at her cum-swollen belly. Single-handedly, he’d done one hell of a number on her - not only that, but the brute was
still
hard. He was a keeper, that much was for sure, and now she was going to show off her newest conquest the best way she knew how.
“
B…back up
,” she rasped.
Stepping back and hauling his shaft free from her, he obliged. A torrent of seed and lube flowed out of her gaped, quivering hole and pattered to the floor between her feet, yet she paid it little mind. She only gave herself a second to recover, wishing to strike while the anvil was hot, before she straightened up, walked to the far end of the room, and squatted down.
Pulling on his leash, she brought him over and smiled at a glimmering little lens carefully concealed within a fake houseplant. “Hope you guys and gals liked the show. You like my new pet?”
She couldn’t see any responses, having neither her phone nor a computer handy, but she could imagine the chat lighting up with praise. Tocho had quite the following, but hers was bigger -
drastically
bigger. With thousands of fans, and more flocking to her by the day, she felt certain that she’d be raking in heaps of money simply by doing what she loved.
Standing up and removing Tocho’s collar, she sank back down and synched the choker around his cock and balls. “Can’t leave my little
stud
dirty ~ can I?”
She groaned as she began licking and sucking his dick clean. The flavor of his cum mingling with the taste of her ass sent a shiver up her spine. Tocho was going to be a star, whether he realized it or not, although his days of being an arrogant top were over. From now on, the best he’d ever get would be using his hands while he was screwing her - even that, that would be a reward for
good
behavior.
With her legs splayed and seed dripping from her cunt, putting herself on full, lecherous display for her audience, she cleared her muzzle, beamed, and gave a peace sigh. “Laters!”
Had things turned out the way she’d planned? No, they’d shaped up
better
. She had a lot of work ahead of herself, and she sure she’d get irritated at times, but the payoff - hot damn, the payoff would make it all worthwhile. Kissing and giving Tocho’s nuts a little squeeze,
just
enough to make him whine in discomfort, she started to laugh. No matter what happened, irrespective of whether Tocho escaped from her clutches, she was sure things were only going to get better for her from here on out…
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
Nehiri exhaled a plume of smoke as she ashed her cigarette. The moon hung overhead in the cloudless sky, the air was cool and crisp, and a slight breeze danced over her fur. It would have been a perfect night to go out and surreptitiously get her ass wrecked out in the open somewhere - alas, she had nary a dick to suck.
Volk, Migi, and Hidari were all studying for finals or working on papers for school - as if that wasn’t annoying enough, her newest toy, Tochco, was stuck working for the next three nights straight. She may have had a hankering for cock, namely because she’d fallen down a rabbit hole online and spent the last few
hours
casually browsing porn, but she wasn’t desperate enough to upend someone’s life on account of her lecherous wants. With a heavy sigh, she gave herself another drag of her smoke.
The shittiest part of her evening was that she had nobody to blame but herself for her plight. She had plenty of ways to get off, what with her hoard of dildos and a fuck-machine she could mount them on, but they weren’t as good as the real thing. Compared to being with someone, feeling their hands on their hips while they railed her, a length of silicone felt - well,
sad
.
She cursed and flicked the butt of her cigarette out into her yard. Screw it - maybe she’d just put on something slutty and go out cruising for cock. It may have been desperate to go out trawling for a lay, especially this deep into a weeknight, but it wasn’t like she had many options. Turning and going to let herself back inside, she paused when a distant rumbling crept to her ear.
As she turned and looked down the street, spotting a familiar truck slowly rolling in her direction, her mind went alight. Maybe she
wasn’t
out of options after all. Rushing inside and kicking the door closed behind herself, she made a beeline to her room. Going out for a drive wouldn’t have been the most shameful thing she’d done to get laid, although it was much more of a hassle than rolling the dice with someone within walking distance.
Stripping out of her t-shirt and panties, the casual attire she normally wore when she wasn’t trying to get down and dirty, she hastily gathered up a thong, a bra, and a nightie. What she was about to do was a longshot for a number of reasons. First and foremost, she barely knew anything about the guy - secondly and just as prudently, she had no idea what kind of girls he was into.
She donned her new attire, stepped in front of her vanity, and scrunched her snout down at her cosmetics. If she was going to go for the casually sexy look, she’d need to do it naturally. Putting on a bit of makeup
would
have heightened her appeal, accentuating her feminine features and making her look even better than she normally did, yet she decided to abstain from getting too gussied up. Gazing at her reflection, she lifted her hands and ruffled her hair.
The girl next door - yeah, she had as good of a chance with that as anything else. Appearing as thought she’d just rolled out of bed, she chuckled and pivoted on one heel. At worst, she might get to know her neighbor a bit better - at best, she might get lucky in more ways than one. As she traipsed out of her bedchamber and through her home a grin gradually split her snout. Walking out the front door, she stretched and gave an audible yawn. This
might
be fun, but she wasn’t about to count her chickens before they’d hatched.
Just as she’d predicted, a massive eighteen-wheeler was parked and idling across the street. The guy across the way was rarely home, spending most of his days on the road delivering freight, but she did
technically
know him. Looking from one end of the rig to the other, she spotted a colossal figure trudge around the very back of the trailer.
“Hey, Jack,” she said with a wave of her hand.
He jumped and reached for his waist, taken completely unawares, but relaxed when he recognized her. “Well look what the cat dragged in,” he laughed. “Netiri ~ right?”
“Nehiri,” she corrected as she strolled over to greet him. “Been a while ~ eh?”
Smiling and nodding, he stepped forward, promptly stubbed his toe on one of his rig’s wheels, and barked out in pain. “
God damn it
.”
She sucked air through her teeth, sympathetically feeling his pain. Fan-fucking-tastic - all she’d wanted to do was go over, say hello, and
hopefully
do a bit of flirting, although things were off to a rough start. Drifting closer to him, she squatted down and reached for his foot.
“It’s fine,” he hissed. “Really should get some damn steel-toe boots one of these days.”
Peering up at him, she gave him a moment to appreciate her cleavage. It was only slightly cunning to remain where she was, but it would be a good way to gauge his interest in her. After only having spoken with him twice, and since both exchanges had been relatively brief, she’d need to feel him out before feeling him
up
.
Jack really wasn’t her type, being both older and relatively out of shape, yet the view of him from where she crouched was a damn nice one. The guy was huge, easily pushing seven feet, and his incredible height did nothing to hide all his extra weight. In a very literal sense, he was a bear, a damn big one, and he may be her ticket to getting some action.
As she eyed a bulge in his jeans, her mouth began to water. “You sure you’re ok? I got a first-aid kit in the house, if you -”
“Nah nah,” he dismissively huffed while waving a hand. “I’m -
uhhhh
…”
Hearing him trail off and seeing his gaze settled on her rack, she fought to keep a straight face. While she coolly rose to her feet, feigning ignorance and pretending she hadn’t noticed him ogling her chest, something unexpected caught her eye. The ring finger of his right hand had a suspicious, almost imperceptible band of shortened hair around its base.
“You’re…?” she let the question hang as she craned her neck to look up at his face.
His expression hardened when he locked eyes with her. “Nothing. Up kinda late ~ aren’t ya?”
She shrugged and straightened out her nightie. “Couldn’t sleep,” she sincerely answered. “Since I was just rolling around in bed, I figured I’d get up when I heard your truck roll in.”
“And ya sleep in that?” he flatly pressed while nodding down at her.
Peeking down at her bust, she snickered. “What? It’s
comfy
!”
“
Uh-huh
,” he grunted. “Listen, it’s nice seein’ ya, but I just wanna get something to eat and relax for a bit.”
“I’ve got some leftovers in the fridge,” she chirped.
Jack shook his head as he walked past her. “Appreciate it, but there’s a microwave dinner in my freezer with my name on it.”
Watching him walk by, she leaned forward and drew her nightgown upward. “I don’t think it’d beat this.”
“Well…” He went quiet when he glanced back at her.
She’d expected him to be shocked by seeing her nearly bare ass, and she’d been right - sadly, she’d been right in a disastrous way. Instead of blushing or showing any interest in her, he scowled. His reaction was so startling that it derailed her thoughts and crushed any optimism she had about giving him a roll in the hay.
“Got some nice cake there, kid,” he glibly remarked before continuing to lope toward the truck’s cabin, “but you don’t want what I’m offering.”
Her temper flared as she straightened up, whipped around, and marched over to him. “Hey, if you don’t want to get your dick wet, that’s fine by me!”
He flinched and went still when she prodded his back with a finger. “Quit while you’re ahead, kid…”
“Or what?” she mockingly laughed. “You’re club me over the head, drag me inside, and screw me until I’m stumbling around like a newborn fawn? You might be big, but you’re not as bad as -”
“No,” he snarled. “I’m not as bad as
you
think I am - I’m worse, I’m
way
worse. Kid, you wouldn’t be walking funny after I’m through with you - shit, you wouldn’t be walking at all.”
Her blood had been heated from being snubbed, although it ran white-hot having a gauntlet laid down for him. The last time someone seriously thought they could best her in the sack, she’d made them swear off pussy for good. What had started as a
somewhat
innocent gambit to kill a few hours and blow a load before she got some sleep had taken a hard turn and become an outright
challenge
.
Stepping in and pressing her breasts against his midsection, she boldly grabbed and lightly squeezed his crotch. “That a promise?”
He didn’t say a word as he stooped down, threw her over one shoulder, and plodded around the front of his truck. “Fuckin’ needy faggots, I swear to god…”
Squirming against him, she stiffened. “What?”
“Faggots,” he coldly repeated. “You might have a damn fine set of bolt-on tits, a great ass, and a pecker that’s probably smaller than my pinkie, but you ain’t foolin’ nobody. Don’t you worry though - after that stunt of yours, I’m gonna put that pretty mouth of yours to use.”
She didn’t know what to say. Somehow, as unbelievable as it was, he’d figured out she wasn’t a woman - on top of that, he didn’t seem to care that she was packing heat. As she was carried down the walkway leading to his house, she put her mind to work. There must have been something she’d done, some small tell that had given her little secret away, but fuck if she had the slightest idea of what it could have been!
Making no attempt to free herself from his clutches, she lifted her head and peered back at his face. “Hey -
um
- this is going to sound weird…”
He didn’t spare her a glance as he unlocked the front door and trudged inside. “Yeah?”
“How did you know I’m a guy?” she asked. “Was it something I said or -”
“Bitches, real ones, don’t just go strutting around showing themselves off like you just did,” he stated. “Aside from that, it’s your smell.”
“My smell?” she quipped, bewildered by his claim. Lifting one arm and sniffing herself, she pursed her lips. “I just had a shower a few hours ago!”
Stomping through the entryway and to a flight of stairs, he secured his grip on her. “Ain’t that. Shower or no shower, girls,
real
girls, got some pussy scent on ‘em - with you, all I can smell is that fat ass of yours, lube, and nut.”
“Don’t be -
Eep
!” she squeaked as he gave her backside a rough slap.
“Quit bitchin’,” he growled. “The only reason you came was for me to lay some pipe, so that’s what you’re gonna get.”
Entering what she had to presume was his bedroom, she was unceremoniously flung through the air before landing with a resounding
Pomf
on his bed. Well this was interesting. Despite Jack understanding that she was actually a male, and what her intentions had been all along, it looked like things were going to work out in her favor - sure, she wasn’t going to be able to savor a grand reveal of her goods, but that was far from a deal breaker.
She got to her knees, shuffled around, and stopped dead when she saw what Jack was doing. Having flipped on the lights, he wrestled to pull his shirt over his head. After only having seen him at night and outside, she was honestly amazed at how wrong her assessment of him had been. He was fairly tubby, that was undeniable, but his layers of fat concealed thick slabs of muscle.
Without a care in the world, naked from the waist up, he started removing his jeans. While he pulled the denim down his trunk-like thighs, her eyes bulged and her jaw went slack. She’d assumed that he’d be pretty well-hung, simply due to how he was basically a giant, yet she’d been mistaken. Jack didn’t have a big dick - he had a fucking
monstrous
dick.
He snickered and shook his head as he rose up and placed his hands on his hips. “Ol’ bitch-breaker caught your eye ~
hmm
? Yeah, fuckin’ knew it would. Any actual woman would be about to shit their pants seein’ this.”
She got goosebumps when he bucked his hips and set his profound cock to sway. The bastard wasn’t even hard, yet his tool was larger than most she’d ever seen - let alone been able to get her hands on! Utterly transfixed by his endowment, she crawled off the bed, onto the floor, and closed the gap between them.
Holy shit - with a deep brown coat that was just a shade lighter on his belly and chest, biceps and thighs the size of trees, rounded gut that hung over his waist, golden eyes, and pecs that were bigger than some tits she’d seen, he was a behemoth in every appreciable way. She fucking
swore
she wasn’t into tubby guys, yet her arousal spoke to the contrary. Practically drooling from both ends, and with pre-cum dampening the interior of her thong, she only had one thing on her mind ~ if he was this huge while flaccid, how gargantuan would he be when he was
hard
?
Extending an arm, he stopped her before she could get too close. “Might want to get out of those clothes, sissy - ‘sides, you won’t be needin’ ‘em.”
“
R…right
,” she rasped.
She hurried to undress herself while kneeling before him. There was a time and a place to be sensual, to act all
sexy
for one’s prospective lover, this was anything but one of those times. Slipping out of her negligee, she unfastened her bra and tossed them both to the side.
With an amused snort, he nodded down at her. “Silicone?”
“A…and hormones,” she stammered. Clutching one tit in each hand, she sheepishly smiled. “You like ‘em?”
He nodded with a hint of a smile on his snout. “They’ll look better sandwiching my dick.”
Taking his comment as a suggestion, she hitched a thumb over her shoulder and toward the bed. “If y…you want me to lay down and fuck ‘em, you can.”
He scratched the side of his neck while looking up at the ceiling. “Pass…”
Her smile wavered as she rubbed her breasts together. “Or you can lay down and I’ll…”
The words died in her throat as he spun around and presented his enormous tush. “See, that’s what’s wrong with your generation. Back in my day, if some horny fag wanted to get dicked-down, he had some
manners
.”
Gazing at his rear, she gulped. It was obvious what hinting at, yet she found herself hesitant to do it. After sitting in his truck for god knows how long without a shower, Jack stank - not badly enough to change her mind on finding out if his promise of pounding her so hard that she couldn’t stand up, but enough to make her question if eating his ass would be worth it. When he invitingly patted his rump, she made her decision and ran her hands up his legs.
“Don’t be so shy,” he muttered. “After getting gussied up and comin’ over to see me, you can give me a little spit-shine to prove you want to get fucked.”
As she drifted closer and brought her muzzle to the cleft of his ass, the aroma wafting off him became overpowering. She was a slut for musk, particularly for
strong
musk, yet Jack’s bouquet was stronger than anything she’d encountered herself - so much so that she was nonplussed because of it! Could his smell be due to his age? Was it because he was a bear? Did he
always
reek like this? Her myriad of questions notwithstanding, she couldn’t deny that there was a certain appeal to how flippantly dominant he was.
She took a deep breath, said a small prayer, and drove her muzzle into his tush - a move she instantly regretted. Her face grew slick with sweat as she forced her face between his buns. Though she could hardly breathe, she was no quitter. As he her lips touched his twitching, crater-like hole, he laughed.
“There ya go!” he mockingly cheered. “Really get in there.”
Dragging her tongue up his taint and to his entrance, she put herself to work. Salty, bitter flavors exploded over her palate, her nostrils stung from the reek assailing them, and the heat radiating off his body was enough to make her break out in sweat, yet she endured - moreover, she was
inspired
. Jack clearly knew what he wanted, and that was something to respect.
He rocked his hips back and ground his ass over her face while she struggled to oblige his less than savory request. “Not sure if you’ve got any boy-toys, but they’re gonna be smelling me on you for the next week or so.”
Shit - while he may have been joking, he’d made a good point. Migi and Hidari probably wouldn’t notice it, and Tocho wouldn’t question it, but Volk may wonder why he could detect someone else’s scent on her. Realizing it was too late to turn back, she double down and lapped at his rear.
She stayed buried in his backside for as long as she could before rearing back and gasping for breath. The fresh air was almost sweet compared to the redolence she’d departed, but she scarcely noticed it. It had taken a few minutes to get him tidied up, mopping every inch of his tush with her tongue, and she
hoped
he was satisfied.
Turning around to face her, he sniffed. “Could’a gone a little deeper.”
She wanted to be angry, and she was moments from giving him a pithy reply, yet her irritation faded when she saw the effects of her foreplay. Jack’s cock had nearly doubled in size, swelling to almost double its original length and girth as it hung heavily from his groin. The damn thing was so fucking gigantic that it couldn’t stand up straight, and it was everything she’d ever dreamed of.
“Reckon you’ve earned it,” he grumbled as he grabbed the base of his shaft and lifted it to her face. “Open up.”
Swinging her jaw wide, she lolled out her tongue and gazed up at him. Judging from his demeanor and order, it was clear she was about to get her throat swabbed -
if
she could get her throat swabbed. As implausible as it was, Jack’s endowment was so prodigious that she would have struggled to fellate him to the hilt - luck for her, that wouldn’t be an issue.
“I better not feel teeth,” he threateningly murmured.
The last thing she’d
ever
do would be to knick his titanic tool with her fangs, yet his menacing tone laced her enthusiasm with a trace of fear. Steadying herself and spreading her legs, she groping her chest as he eased himself into her muzzle. This was where she belonged, on her knees and giving herself to a
true
man, and she couldn’t have been happier that she’d gone to pay Jack a visit.
Taking his time, he sank his length into her maw and down her gullet. Her eyes watered, her heart hammered away in her bosom, and syrupy pre-cum oozed from her dainty little prick. She knew she was going to be in for it, that Jack was going to be anything but gentle with her, yet she
yearned
to see how rough he was going to be.
Only slowing when he’d buried all but the root of his shaft in her face, he shifted his hand from his cock to the back of her head. “
Fuck
- that throat of yours is nice and tight.”
She wanted to reply, to thank him for the compliment, but that was impossible. With his length plugging her esophagus, the only thing she could do was hope that her lungs would hold out until he was gracious enough to let her get a sip of air. Massaging the underside of his dick with her tongue, she gave a choked, blissful gag.
“
Atta girl
,” he mused.
With that, he started thrusting. His plunges were slow at first, although she suspected that had nothing whatsoever to do with her comfort. He was probably feeling her out, testing the waters and her skill - if he wasn’t, he was intentionally drawing things out and seeing how long she’d last before tapping out.
As he bucked his hips and wrenched her head forward, her nose was pressed to the thick tuft of pubes over his crotch. His entire body was covered in fur, yet the hair on his groin was particularly coarse and untamed. It may have been too early to tell, and she hadn’t been given a chance to fondle his junk, but he was definitely in the running for the most intimidating guy she’d ever been with.
Gradually picking up the pace, he closed his eyes and gave a pleased sigh. Hearing his contentment was beyond gratifying - unfortunately, it did little to address her biggest issue. With her lungs starting to burn, running through the oxygen she’d inhaled before he’d began screwing her face, it was only a matter of time until things got dicey.
While she’d hadn’t gotten the chance to feel him up yet, having gone without laying a finger on his manhood, she was positively smitten with his cock. The sensation of his foreskin gliding against her throat, the way his pre-cum steadily streamed into her stomach, and how the fat veins along his length pulsed on her tongue were phenomenal - not to mention the fragrance of his loins tickling her sinuses. Motivated by her burning desire - no,
need
to satisfy him, she twisted her nipples while leaving her inferior endowment to ache in her thong.
Hooking up with a random stud was great, seducing inexperienced guys was thrilling, yet those things paled in comparison to being with a
real
man. The only other dude she’d slept with who was even remotely similar to Jack looked like a simpering, timid goon compared to the colossus swabbing her throat! As a tear rolled down her cheek, her thoughts grew clouded.
Jack was a machine, rutting the living hell out of her snout like a freight train, and he was only growing more intense as the seconds sluggishly slipped by. Her vision darkened, her limbs felt like they weighed a thousand pounds, and it became harder and harder to cling to consciousness. It wasn’t until she nodded off, momentarily losing her grasp on the waking world, that she was given the smallest bit of relief.
Releasing her skull, Jack stepped back and hauled his tremendous cock from her gullet. “Well ain’t you an eager little cock-sucker?”
Jolting back to life, she gasped and barely managed to keep herself from falling forward. That had been far,
far
too close for comfort, although it had been worth it. Jack loomed over with his arms folded over his chest and a broad smile on his face. She must have done a decent job, because his dick twitched excitedly while drizzling a cocktail of his pre-cum and her saliva to the floor beneath him.
“Can’t say I’ve seen someone fingering their ass while they’re passing out, but that shit’s kinda hot - I mean, I knew you had it bad, but god damn…” he chuckled.
Following his gaze, she peeked back and was shocked to discover what he’d meant. At some point or another, though she hadn’t the faintest idea when, she’d started all but fisting her ass. She wasn’t sure what was more jarring - the fact that she’d gotten one hand in her rear without realizing it or that she’d done so instinctually.
Jack shifted one arm and waved for her to stand. “C’mon, get up. I wanna see that slack cunt of yours.”
She hesitated, if only for a fleeting instant, and eyed his package. His balls were as big as small melons, each holding an unfathomable amount of seed, and she pined to show them a bit of love. Was it foolish to put her wants over his needs? Without a doubt - still, it was only right that she lavish
all
of him with praise.
With a deep laugh that set his belly to jiggle, he pinched the bridge of his snout. “Shit - go ahead, kid. You can play with ‘em if you want. Just don’t take too long ~ alright?”
“
Okay
,” she whispered, her voice coming hoarse through her battered throat.
Moving on all fours, she crawled under him and lifted her head to his pendulous nuts. Good fucking god - based on their size alone, his balls do be prolific enough to knock a bitch up several times over! Cautiously, almost
reverently
, she brought one hand to his coin purse and trembled with delight.
Yeah, there was no doubt about it, he was the real deal. Next to a true alpha like Jack, wannabes like Tocho were
pitiful
. As completely nonsensical as it may have sounded, she could practically feel herself going into heat merely from being in the goliath bear’s presence. Like appreciating a fine vintage, she admired the heft of his balls and gave them a small kiss.
“It’s a good thing you almost fainted, because I’d hate to waste a load goin’ down your throat,” he remarked. “Just so’s you know, it’s been a while. One round ain’t gonna do it, girlie.”
She absentmindedly nodded while practically making out with his nuts. Having nothing better to do, and since she had no plans for the rest of the week, she’d be totally fine with playing his house-bitch for the night - hell, the next few days even! As visions of herself tending to his every need flitted through her cum-drunk mind, a childlike giggle escaped her.
“Cute,” he hummed. “You got a boyfriend?”
Her eyes sailed to his hand, the one with the shortened patch of fur on a ring finger, as she shook her head. “No, sir.”
Sir? What the hell? It would be one thing if she’d been feeling flirtatious, or if he’d
asked
to be called sir, yet she’d given him the honorific instinctively. Begrudgingly shying back and peering up at his face, she twisted her torso and beamed up at him.
“Not that it matter, but I’m glad to hear it,” he breathed. “I’d
hate
to leave you a blown-out mess for your special someone.”
Eyeing his hand once again, she asked something that had been on her mind. “What about you, are you married?”
His expression hardened and he looked away. “
Was
married. Stuck-up bitch ran off with some young buck and left me holding the bill.”
Nehiri subconsciously brought a hand to her chest. “I’m…I’m so sorry…”
Jack shrugged. “It’s whatever. If she
was
around, I wouldn’t be able to play gag the fag with you now ~ could I?”
Stepping in, he twisted his hips and smacked his cock across her face. The blow would have been nothing more than silly, had he been anyone else, yet it felt like she’d been hit with a club. Whimpering slightly, unsure of what to do, she remained where she knelt while he beat his dick against her cheeks.
“That’s the best thing about sissy fuck-holes like you,” he mused, “you just accept what I dish out and don’t bitch ~ ain’t that right?”
“
Y…yes
-
Mmmph
-
s…sir
,” she whispered.
Moving away, he motioned down at her. “That’s enough fuckin’ around for now. Show me where you want me to park this thing.”
Seeing him hold and languidly stroke his length, she unsteadily stood and stumbled over to the bed. While the somber revelation about Jack’s ended marriage, and particularly that he’d been cheated on, would have ruined the mood for most, it filled her with determination. She may not have been wife material, but she could sure as shit help him forget about his ex - if only for the night.
As she cast herself upon the bed, rolled onto her back, and spread her legs, Jack stepped over and wrapped his fingers around her ankles. “If’n I didn’t know better, I’d say you actually were a chick.”
She drew her panties to the side and revealed her petit package before prizing her buns apart. “
Thanks
…”
“Seriously, look at this,” he said as he flopped his cock over her groin. “It’s a damn good thing you’re a bottom, because you ain’t toppin’ shit with that little pecker of yours.”
With her cheeks darkening, she turned her head. What the hell was going on with her?! Feeling bad for
anyone
wasn’t normal, nor was she the type to get embarrassed at a damn thing, yet Jack had her completely out of sorts. In a way, though it should have been impossible, she felt indebted to him - like she was blessed that he was paying her any mind whatsoever.
Staring down at his length, he snickered. “I can’t even see your junk under my cock. Can that sad little clit of your even get hard or have you been fucked so much that it just don’t work anymore?”
She couldn’t see it, but she could feel her semi-rigid length soften. The arousal overtaking her was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before, and it left her at a loss for worse. It was like what little masculinity she held had been stripped away by Jack, surrendering to a male that was an order of magnitude greater and more impressive than anything she could imagine.
“Ah well,” he sighed, releasing her legs. “Not like you’ll be needing that flabby clit of your anways. Roll over for me, girlie - c’mon, hands and knees.”
Flipping onto her stomach, she got up and presented herself like a mongrel in heat. It only took Jack a second to get into position, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her to the edge of the mattress, before he drove his length into her. Given no time to acclimate to his girth, nearly hilted by his thrust, she threw her head back and howled in pure, bestial bliss.
“
Fuck hole
-
Nnnf
-
ain’t half bad
,” he grunted while plunging deeper with every plunge. “
Tighten up, slut
.”
Collapsing onto her tits, she desperately tried to oblige him. He probably hadn’t noticed it, nor would he have cared, but she’d cum as soon as his fist-sized cock-head snaked past her p-spot. Lost to an ecstasy like she’d never known, she vacantly listened to the sound of his pendulous balls hammering against her coin purse.
He was almost twice as tall as her, probably triple or quadruple her weight, and he could more than likely break her in half if he was pissed off enough. She’d wrangled with plenty of strong guys before, including a handful of bodybuilders, but Jack was different; he was a man who didn’t
care
about his looks, his physique, or anything whatsoever to do with wooing anyone - instead, he let his primal self shine through. In a great many ways, he was the embodiment of what a natural man
should
be, and her opposing instincts
demanded
she submit to him.
Giving a particularly hard plunge, he buried the entirety of his shaft and ground his hips against her upturned rear. “
Shit yeah
. Can’t remember the last time I was able to actually go balls deep in someone. Better hang on, sweetness, ‘cause I’m done fucking around.”
With one of his hands on her head, pushing her face into the sheets, she rhythmically moaned as he demolished her. There were any number of words her cock-addled mind could conjure that could capture the exchange, ranging from intense and overwhelming to incredible and awe-inspiring, but there was one that truly resonated -
right
. Of all the times, places, and ways she’d been plowed, Jack was the first to make her feel like she was a genuine woman.
Slowly but surely, he transitioned from deep, steady thrusts to downright jackhammering her ass. It was staggering to have someone so rotund rut her so fiercely, mostly because she hadn’t thought he could move at anything more than a ponderous pace, but appearances could be deceiving. As the bed creaked and groaned beneath her, threatening to break at any moment, her legs were spread apart by the weight on her back.
“
Gimme a kiss
,” he breathed hotly in her ear.
When and precisely how he’d managed to drape himself over her back, she couldn’t say - even so, she turned her head toward him and opened her mouth. His tongue snaked past her lips and teeth, filling her muzzle while he rearranged her insides. She wasn’t one for romantic gestures, yet suddenly making out with him was enough to give her a second, even more powerful climax.
This - this was heaven. She’d cum twice in no matter than a few minutes, she could feel her stomach distend around his monstrous cock, and she was totally pinned under him. Any woman, real or otherwise, should consider themselves
blessed
to be in her position, and she was no exception. Craning her neck and chasing after him, she pouted when he pulled back.
“
I could tell I just fucked the cum out of ya
,” he rumbled. “
Might need to -
Huff
- keep you after this
…”
The mere mention of him
keeping
her was enough to evoke a third orgasm. Awash in unimaginable rapture, her mind went into disarray. She’d started this, provoking him in a vain attempt to simply get her rocks off, and her hubris was her undoing. Sandwiched between him and the bed, it was all she could do to weather his amorous onslaught.
She lost track of how many times she came after her sixth climax ~ or was it the seventh? In either case, Jack made good on his promise. Her ass was numb, she could barely breathe, and she’d bet everything she owned that she’d be limping around for the better part of a week. Adrift in a sea of bliss, she came to when Jack bit down on her collar.
Pain mingled with pleasure as he hilted and came. Simply being claimed by such a divine stud would have been the cherry on top of what was an already extraordinary evening, but it was so much more than that. In the face of such masculine might, she surrendered herself. The very fiber of her being, that was what he took from her, and she was grateful beyond words.
With an unceremonious snort, Jack heaved himself to one side, drew his spasming dick from her ass, and fell onto his back beside her. “
God damn
,
I needed that
.”
Rivers of thick, jelly-like cum flowed and spurted from her gaped hole. As she panted atop the mattress, her thoughts gradually cleared. Paradoxically, she felt both incredible and like total shit. Every part of her hurt, she was slathered in sweat, and she swore she could taste Jack’s cum in the back of her throat. Shakily moving one arm behind herself, she touched her fingers to her slack, cavernous entrance and winced.
“What’cha waiting for?” Jack gruffly pressed, prompting her to look over at him. Sprawled on his back, he nodded at his slick, softening tool. “Ain’t ya gonna clean me up?”
It took everything she had to move, yet she found the strength to brokenly crawl around and fall over his massive thigh. He expected her to clean him up, so that’s what she was going to do. As she licked the cum off his cock and balls, he extended an arm and gently stroked the top of her head.
“You can crash here tonight if you want,” he noted.
Peeking past his package and up at his face, she warily smiled. Her gamble had paid off, and now she was faced with a choice - should she ride this out and see where things went, or would she go home with her tail tucked between her legs? The choice was obvious, though not for a reason she could have predicted. Now that she knew what a real man was, a stud who’d humbled her and put her in her place, she was compelled to see if Jack was
always
this amazing - after all, it
was
just a one-night fling…
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
Passively browsing a rack of magazines, Nehiri pretended not to notice her admirer. The guy, a young stallion who couldn’t have been more than twenty, had been eyeing her since she’d first stepped foot into the truckstop. As she bent over and turned ever so slightly, just enough to level her tush at him, her boyshorts rode up her thighs and into the cleft of her ass.
From an outsider’s perspective, she was just killing time by checking out publications and newspapers on display, although that wasn’t exactly the case. Humming and swaying her hips, she splayed her legs and sank into a deep squat while plucking the newest issue of Athletics Demonstrated from the bottom shelf. While she couldn’t have cared less about the latest draft or speculations on which sports teams would be the top contenders in the upcoming season, her ploy worked flawlessly.
Hearing footsteps approaching from behind her, she peeked over her shoulder and spotted the young equine approaching. “Sup?”
There wasn’t anything particularly eye-catching, but he wasn’t unattractive. An off-white coat covered his body, a somewhat greasy black mane flowed down his back, and his attire, a t-shirt and jean shorts, did nothing to enhance his scrawny aesthetic - in short, he looked like a nerd. Receiving no reply, and seeing him halfheartedly feigning interest in the magazines, she rose up and smiled over at him.
“On a trip?” she softly inquired while lifting her shades off her muzzle.
He only made eye contact with her for a split second, glancing at her face before looking away and nodding. “Yeah…”
Scanning the shop behind him, and seeing no mares or equines about, she bit back a snicker. The guy might not have been old enough to have a license - hell, he might not even be
legal
, but he’d definitely been appraising her goods. Pivoting on one heel, she extended a hand toward him.
“Nehiri,” she began.
“I -
um
…” he faltered, glancing from her hand to her face and back again. “I’m Blake…”
It was a little disappointing that he didn’t have the balls to shake her hand, but his lack of initiative didn’t deter her in the slightest. Peeking down and seeing the imprint of his junk within his shorts, she chuckled softly to herself. She hadn’t fooled around with any stallions in ~ shit, how long had it been? A year or more at the very least! Shifting her focus back to her face, she withdrew her arm and began fanning her top.
Blake’s eyes widened when they settled on her cleavage. Yeah, the kid definitely hadn’t fooled around with many, if any women before, and he had no idea who he’d just run into. She didn’t have all the time in the world, maybe fifteen or twenty minutes at most, although that didn’t mean she couldn’t have a bit of fun.
“So, Blake,” she purred as she pulled at her collar, “you been to this stop before?”
Her question shattered his trance and caused him to start anxiously playing with his hands. “N…no, I can’t s…say I have ~ why?”
Looking to one side, she nodded in the direction of the station’s restaurant. “Was hoping you could suggest anything good to eat, because I’m
starving
.”
“O…oh!” he chirped. “My m…mom and I just got some lunch from there. Their salads are alright.”
She flashed her teeth as she inched closer to him. “Not much of a salad girl myself,” she purred. Giving him no quarter, she brazenly reached out and gingerly fondled his crotch while bringing her snout to his ear. “
It’s a carnivore thing
…”
His dick practically tore through the denim of his shorts, his eyes shot wide, and he gave a soft gasp, although those did anything but deter her. Rubbing his cock through his jeans, she pulled back just enough to check that she wasn’t being watched. Had she been sure that he wasn’t jail bait, or that his mom wasn’t around, she would have been a bit more bold - regrettably, given they were in public, she had to be cautious.
“So,” she continued, releasing him and folding her arms under her rack, “you have any suggestions for me, Blake?”
With his jaw flapping mutely, he shakily shook his head. Her money was that he was a virgin, but she could fix that - well, she could fix that in part. Seizing the moment and taking him by the wrist, she sauntered past him and dragged him along to the far corner of the shop. Though it was a bit early to go full caveman with the kid, bringing him into a bathroom to have her way with him, she had a few
ideas
that may motivate him.
Ducking behind an ATM, she grabbed his other arm and guided his hands to her chest. “Are you
sure
you don’t have anything to help a poor,
needy
girl out?”
“I…I…” he stammered while tearing his eyes off her tits. “I d…don’t have a…any money…”
She would have had every right to be offended, but his presumption that she was a whore only emboldened her. Sliding one hand into his pants, she giggled and touched her fingertips to the root of his length. Inexperienced guys, in her opinion, were a lot like junk food - they weren’t all that satisfying, but fuck if you didn’t get a hankering for them every now and again.
“Who said you needed money?” she smoothly countered. “You ever gotten your dick wet?”
Turning his head from side to side, he gulped. “
N…no
…”
“Honesty,” she whispered. “I like that. Tell ya what, if your
mommy
won’t come looking for you in the next ten minutes, we can help each other out. You get to blow off a little steam, and I get a nice,
rich
protein smoothie to tide me over until dinner ~ what do ya say, sport?”
“R…really?” Blake gasped.
“
Mm-hmm
,” she hummed. Keeping her hand stuffed down his pants, she gave his dick a loving squeeze. “Just imagine telling all your friends how you got head from…”
The hair on the back of her neck stood up as a shadow fell over her. She didn’t need to turn to see who’d just lumbered up behind her, having grown quite familiar with both his scent and his presence - nevertheless, she was amazed that he’d been able to sneak up on her without her noticing him. Keeping her hand on Blake’s cock, she smirked as a massive set of fingers closed over her shoulder.
“
Who’s this
?” a voice rumbled.
She peeked over her shoulder and met a pair of golden eyes. “This is Blake.”
“
Blake
,” Jack parroted, almost as though tasting the name. “Any reason you got your hands on my bitch’s tit’s,
Blake
?”
The blood drained from Blake’s face, his dick instantly went limp, and his pupils shrank to pinpricks while he attempted to speak. The good news was that he didn’t piss his pants or shit himself - the bad news was that any chance of him getting head on his little pitstop had just gone up in smoke. Ducking down and somehow squirming away, he bolted to the front of the shop without making a sound.
“
Fucking pussy-ass bitch
,” Jack growled.
Wheeling around, Nehiri obstinately cocked her hips and prodded a finger to Jack’s chest. “Why’d you go and ruin my fun?”
Jack flatly glared down at her with a furrowed brow. “Your dumb ass should’ve gone somewhere a little less obvious if you wanted an appetizer.”
“Hey,” she growled, “I didn’t interrupt you when I found you getting sucked off last week!”
“Ain’t my fault you were taking too much time on the can,” he countered.
Smirking up at him, she clutched her tits and shot him a wink. “Who says I was on the can? For all you know, I was getting reamed out by the clerk.”
Jack snorted as he shifted and lumbered away. “That’s a load of shit and you know it; I would’a smelled him on ya.”
“I -
shit
,” she cursed. Scampering up to him, she hugged her side while matching his pace. “You’re so mean,
daddy
…”
Slowing and muttering something under his breath, he lifted a hand and placed it heavily on her shoulder. “What’d I tell you about that…?”
“About what,
daddy
?” she quipped.
He glanced down at her, went to say something, then shook his head and trudged onward in silence. There was an age-old saying cautioning those to not poke the bear, but she couldn’t help it - plus she wasn’t the one who did the
poking
in the relationship. Plastering herself against him, she rubbed his lower back before strutting away.
“The fuck you goin?” he groused. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna go find that wimpy little -”
“I’m gonna take a piss,” she shot back. “Fuck - can’t a girl use the bathroom?”
His expression softened as he approached the restaurant’s entrance. “Want me to order for ya?”
“Nah,” she called over her shoulder, “just get me a water. Don’t worry,
daddy
, I’ll be right back.”
He gave a faint smile and nodded back at her. “Yeah…”
Making a left and sauntering down a short hallway, she chuckled to herself. Jack was big and bad, she wouldn’t contest that at all, yet he still had his weaknesses - weaknesses she’d gleefully exploit at every given opportunity. As she made her way into the restrooms, her thoughts wandered back to the events of the past few weeks.
Her life had been full of plenty of twists and turns, yet the most recent was one she could have never predicted. She’d spent the better part of two months on the road, sleeping in the cabin of Jack’s truck or hotels from time to time, and she was in the process of putting her place up for rent. Coming in front of the bathroom mirror, she laughed when she got a good look at herself.
She didn’t look bad at all, but her newfound lifestyle and limited wardrobe only let her be so slutty. Bedecked in a loose tank top, snug shorts, sandals, and an utter lack of underwear, her attire was more practical and comfortable than anything. Flipping her hair back and over her shoulder, she flipped her shades down over her eyes while fumbling around in her purse with her free hand.
The universe must have had a sense of humor, because she’d become the one thing she feared most - well,
kinda
. She wasn’t married, nor did she have any interest in getting
officially
hitched, but she was practically married to Jack and his fat, ass-wrecking cock. That first night she’d spent with him had been eye-opening, the sort of experience that made her question everything she’d been doing with her life, and she’d flung herself into his clutches willingly.
Leaning over the sink, she carefully applied a bit of cherry-red lipstick. Jack wasn’t like most guys, and he was as far from the knight in shining armor that most girls dreamt of, but she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t smitten with him. Sensing a bead of cum leak from her ass and down her inner thigh, she stifled a laugh.
Their relationship was anything but ordinary - then again, they were both extraordinary in their own unique ways. Like two sides of the same coin, they complemented and contrasted one another. Jack was huge, cold-tempered, and took what he wanted - whereas she was petite, feisty, and preferred to use guile over brute force. Their differences were too numerous to count, yet they had a great many things in common - not the least of which being their insatiable lusts.
As for their feelings for one another, things were a bit vague. Jack did look after her - hell, he even spoiled her at times, although he wasn’t what she’d call romantic. He’d nonchalantly fondled her in public more times than she could count, there’d been mornings when she’d been woken up by him prodding her ass with his club of a cock, and he wasn’t shy about grabbing her head and pulling her over to suck him off while he was driving, but those weren’t the worst things she’d done. Feeling a distinct tightness against her package, she peered down at her crotch.
It was less than a week ago that she’d discovered she had a new accessory - one she
literally
couldn’t remove. She’d gotten to know Jack pretty well, learning all about his temperament and how he functioned, yet he still had ways of surprising her. As she rubbed the burnished chastity cage through her shorts, her mood swung violently in opposing directions.
She really wasn’t bothered by having her junk locked up twenty-four seven, mostly because she almost exclusively got off from using her ass alone, although having her package reduced to a glorified hood ornament was a mixed back. Was she angry about only being let out of her cage to shower? Not really, no. Could she commend Jack for being so cunning? Yes, begrudgingly, but she wasn’t
happy
about it.
Sooner or later, she’d find a way to pay the big, studly bastard back for imprisoning her goods - until then, all she could do was tease the living hell out of him while being his live-in fuck-toy. With her makeup touched-up and hair brushed back, she strutted out of the bathroom and to the eatery. Finding that Blake kid had been a stroke of luck, something she hadn’t
planned
on, although she still had plenty of tricks up her sleeve.
As she stopped at the restaurant’s entryway, her eyes swept over the dining area until she spotted him. Adorned in a shirt and loose-fitting shorts, he noticed her and gave a small nod of acknowledgement. She wasn’t one to wax poetic on anyone’s looks, yet seeing him sitting there was enough to make her weak in the knees. He was the only guy who’d ever truly bested her in bed, and she was his prize.
She weaved her way past a handful of diners, joined him at his table, and eased herself into a seat opposite from him. “I miss anything exciting?”
“Nah,” he grunted. Cocking his head to one side, he stared over at her. “That lipstick looks nice on you.”
“
Thanks
,” she mumbled, sensing her cheeks darken. Collecting herself, she leaned forward and smiled at him. “I know you like seeing smeared lipstick on your dick,
daddy
.”
He chucked at both her comment and the shamelessness with which it was delivered. “Not as much as I like making your mascara run, but it’s still nice - by the way, I ordered you a salad.”
“So sweet,” she cooed. Reaching across the table, she lovingly stroked his bulky forearm. “Gonna buy me dessert?”
While she finishes speaking, she surreptitiously lifted and rubbed his inner thigh with her foot. This was a game they’d played many times since she’d joined him, and it was one they both enjoyed immensely. With hours and hours of driving between stops, and perilously little to do while cruising highways, getting one another riled up was a fun, rewarding, and oftentimes
sticky
distraction.
“Maybe something nice and
creamy
?” she added as she licked her lips.
He flashed his teeth and held her gaze. “Sounds like someone’s hankerin’ for a smaller cage. If you keep this up, that little clit of yours is gonna be an innie.”
As if hearing the conversation, her prick drooled pre-cum. It had taken her some time to get used to being in chastity, having to sit down to piss like a girl and all, although it had done wonders for her sex drive. Undeterred by his threat, she ran her hand up his wrist and gently squeezed his index finger.
“You should’ve engraved your name on it,” she breathed.
His grin broadened while he turned his arm and held hands with her. “See, that right there is why you’re a keeper.”
Giggling like a schoolgirl, she slid her chair around and to his side. “I bet you say that to all the
girls
.”
“Only the good ones,” he growled. Releasing her hand, he reached over, grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her right up next to him. “Tell ya what, if’n you ain’t run off with someone after a year, I’ll get you a custom one with my name on it.”
“And a collar?” she quipped. Leaning against him, she stealthily stroked the bulge in his shorts. “Maybe a cute one with
daddy’s girl
on it.”
He didn’t respond immediately, simply holding her close, yet his actions spoke for him. Swelling and straining its cloth confines, his monstrous cock roused to life. While her little remarks about getting a custom chastity cage and a collar were mostly for show, said simply to get him riled up, the simple fact of the matter was that she truly did belong to him. Her well-trained ass had been so thoroughly ravaged by Jack that nothing short of a pachyderm or an exceptionally large dragon would be able to satisfy her - worse still, even generally well-hung guys would likely recoil after seeing how
used
she was.
Having teased the waistband of her shorts with a thick digit, Jack withdrew his arm. “That’s enough of that. Ain’t gonna go having a repeat of last time…”
“Not like I
asked
you to drag me behind a dumpster of the place - plus the food there was shitty,” she countered.
“Might’ve been better if it wasn’t cold,” he grumbled. “Actually, I had a question - a serious one…”
Thrown off by his sudden shift in tone and expression, she shied back slightly. “Go ahead.”
“So were you always this damn thirsty - like, before I fucked your brains out?” he hummed.
With a small shrug of her shoulders, she sat back and crossed her arms. “Honestly, pretty much - granted, your little
gift
doesn’t really help matters,” she murmured while spreading her legs and glancing down at her groin, “but…”
He waited in silence for several moments, likely expecting her to continue, before snorting. “But what?”
Averting her gaze, and blushing harder than ever, she fidgeted in her seat. She’d been seconds from telling him that he’d grown on her, that he made her feel a way that no other guy had, although her rebelliousness wouldn’t allow it. Lifting her head and gazing up at him, she gave him an impish smirk.
“But giving an old timer like you a good time before you kick the bucket just feels right - that and I want that juicy life insurance money,” she mused.
Jack roared with laughter and slammed a fist against the table. “You and my ex will have to fight for it - not like either of y’all would get shit anyways.”
Laughing alongside him, she caressed and patted his belly. If she had to name one thing about him that she liked, excluding his gargantuan hog, it was his utter lack of filter. Jack rarely held himself back, almost always spoke his mind, and he couldn’t care less what others thought about him or his opinion of matters - all traits that, in her opinion, real men
should
have.
“Well I’m taking Betsy,” she proclaimed.
His mirth died as he leered at her. “The fuck you gonna do with Betsy?”
“Gonna become a road queen,” she answered while running her thumbs up the underside of her shoulder straps.
“The only
queenly
thing about dumb ass is that you're a size queen,” he chuckled.
Indignantly turning her nose up, she closed her eyes. “I can be both!”
Should she and Jack part ways for whatever reason, she’d probably fall back into her old habits of picking up random guys or building a little harem for herself, but she didn’t see that happening anytime soon. It was actually pretty fun getting to travel, she was still able to do her little cam shows from inside the truck, and Jack was as insatiable as she was - all in all, it was a pretty sweet setup.
“
Damn it
,” he cursed, ripping her from her thoughts.
Peeking down at his crotch, she wrinkled her nose. Between catching her with the young stallion in the shop, being teased, and getting rubbed on, Jack’s dick looked like it was ready to explode out of his shorts. Doubling down and giving the imprint of his cock a
squeeze
, she brought her muzzle to the side of his head.
“
Tell them we’ll take the food to-go
,” she softly urged.
He eyed her for a moment, sighed, then pushed himself up from the table. “Why the fuck do I put up with your slutty ass?”
Getting to her feet, she shifted and wiggled her tush on his thigh. “Because it’s
your
slutty ass, daddy.”
She hooked arms with him, held his hand, and sashayed along to the counter by his side. She couldn’t give a fuck less that they’d just put on a show, and that at least one family had excused themselves before their meal had arrived, because she was going to get what she wanted - and she
always
got what she wanted. Pawing at his back, she stopped by the register while he told the server they’d return for their meals.
“I fucking swear,” he grouched as he pressed through the nearest exit and into the chill evening air.
Hopping up and throwing her arms around his neck, she hung from him like a busty necklace. “Don’t act like you -
Ah
!”
“This’ll shut you up,” he growled.
Having scooped her into a princess carry, he locked lips with her and drove his tongue down her throat. Though her heart fluttered and her toes curled, she gave as good as she got. For as rough around the edges as Jack was, he was one hell of a kisser. She was reluctant to admit it, but he had her wrapped around his finger like a smitten kitten.
Slowing and lowering her to the ground, he opened the door of his rig. “Ladies first.”
Walking straight up to him, she sank into a squat and deftly loosened his belt. “Yeah, no…”
“
Heh
,” he snorted while she wrestled his shorts down. “Suit yourself…”
It wasn’t the first time she’d given him a blowjob out in the open, and it wouldn’t be the last. Situated between his truck and another massive eighteen-wheeler, the chances were relatively low that they’d be stumbled upon by anyone but another trucker - even then, should they get caught in the act, she wouldn’t stop unless Jack
made
her stop. Fishing his length free and holding it in one hand, she made out with his cock-head.
Everything about him was addictive - to the point where she wondered if he’d been made specifically for her. The heat of his immense body bearing against her while they slept, his musky scent, the
insane
amount of cum he somehow always managed to produce - frankly, it was hard for her to think some divine power
hadn’t
brought him to her. Releasing his dick and grabbing his hip, she filled her lungs and rammed her head forward.
She was still far from an expert at throating him, although she’d made great strides with the once herculean endeavor. As she forced her jaw open, sensing the muscles strain and stretch, his shaft slipped into her gullet. She could still taste her depths on the thick skin covering his length, and the flavor excited her.
He may have tamed her - well, no, that was a bit generous. She wasn’t one who could be tamed - however, to say he’d leashed her would be a fair assessment. There wasn’t much about her that had changed, barring her mobile lodgings, although it was true that Jack filled more than just her needs.
Bobbing her head, she smeared her lipstick along the length of his cock while gradually taking him deeper and deeper into her maw. Jack was far from gentle with her, although he
usually
wasn’t as rough as he’d been on the night of their first, fated tryst. Since he had free access to fuck her virtually whenever or wherever he liked, using her as his personal cock-sleeve, he’d mellowed out a bit - not by much, but enough for her to notice.
While she rocked forward and back, inhaling his cock as she tweaked her nipples through her top, Jack enjoyed the show. Like most guys, he liked watching her serve him, be it with her backside or her muzzle, although he didn’t stay passive for long. Bringing his hands to the sides of her head, he squared off and began bucking his hips.
Nehiri kept her eyes on his face all the while, basking in his approving expression as gazed down at her. Though she wouldn’t have guessed it, initially finding him fairly unattractive, she’d become quite fond of his looks. From the extra padding on his bulky frame to his big, muscular gut, he’d single-handedly changed her opinion of older, more rotund guys.
“
Take it
,” he snarled.
Swinging her hands from her chest to his hips, she sputtered around his tremendous length. She was lucky that she hadn’t gone all out with her makeup - not because she’d
mind
cleaning her smeared cosmetics, but because this was supposed to be a
brief
exchange. Seeing him turn and glower over his shoulder, she slowed.
Jack bore his teeth as he twisted his shoulder. “You gonna take a fucking picture?”
Fuck - well, someone had just gotten a free show. Pulling back and unsheathing his length, she wiped her chin and softly cleared her throat. Things
could
have ended there, but if Jack was as worked up as she was, which she had no reason to think he wasn’t, there was always their convenient backup plan.
Jack swung a foot up onto the step-plate of his truck, swung the door open, and nodded at the cab’s interior. “Get them shorts off…”
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” she remarked, already stripping her lower half as she stood.
Hopping up after him, she straddled him once he’d flopped down into the driver’s seat. He’d bought his truck himself, spending his hard-earned money before his bitch of an ex could steal it away from him, and he’d spared no expense on the colossal vehicle. With room to spare in the driving compartment, and a surprisingly spacious sleeping area, she was easily able to impale herself while he was behind the wheel.
“
Mmmmn
,” he gutturally groaned as she smoothly hilted him. “Fuck if it ain’t nice to have a little dick-milker on these long hauls.”
“Speaking of milkers,” she added after pulling off her top, “feel free to -
Aaaaaaahn
!”
She squealed in delight when he leaned in and fiercely suckled on her right breast. She loved having her tits played with as much as he liked nursing on or toying with them, so the added bit of mutual stimulation would be just the ticket for them to wrap things up before their meal got cold. Bracing her knees against him, she reclined and set to riding his girthy cock like it was her job.
Hands down, cowgirl and missionary were her two favorite positions. The slight upward curve of most dicks meant her p-spot
always
got battered extra hard - additionally, she got to see her lover’s face while they were going at it. With her eyes rolling back, she clenched her doughy, engorged pucker with every upward swing of her hips.
When she said Jack had done a number on her ass, she meant it. Her entrance had changed while she’d been with him, transitioning from a donut-like ring to a swollen, vertical slit that was designed to accommodate his behemoth endowment. She actually liked how her cunt looked and felt, taking pride in the fact that she could now handle even the largest guys, even if it meant that those who were lacking in the equipment department wouldn’t get too much out of screwing her.
As she clutched her free, bouncing tit, a blissful haze descended upon her. She’d been screwing herself on or being screwed by guys for so long that the act was practically second nature to her - as such, she could wallow in her hedonism without any conscious effort. Beating her ass against his thighs, she whimpered out in glee.
Riding someone who was in the driver’s seat of a vehicle didn’t allow all that much freedom of movement, but it was enough for both her and Jack to have a good time. Her entrance was drawn out and stuffed back in, constricting around him on her ascents, while the air in the cabin grew thick with the bouquet of sex, sweat, and musk. She’d often questioned what the appeal of fucking in a truck was, although the pros of doing the do in a relatively confined space far outweighed the cons.
Grabbing her ass, he brought his lips to her other tit and bit down on her nipple. The tinge of pain that shot through her, paired with the rapture of having her bitch-button crushed to a pulp, hurtling past the brink. Screaming in ecstasy, she painted the lower portion of her belly with her watery, impotent jizz.
“
God damn it
,” he huffed, recoiling and patting at the dampened, sticky fur on his abdomen. “Could’a fuckin’ warned me!”
“
I…I’ll lick it clean
,” she wheezed, finding herself fortunate that his sleeveless had ridden up his belly enough not to get spackled with her spunk. Willing herself to move, to keep fucking herself on him until he’d finished, she balked when he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her off his cock. “Seriously?”
Turning and half-throwing, half-placing her in the passenger seat, he snatched up a handful of napkins and started wiping himself off. “We’ll pick this up later…”
She had no reason to be angry, not for the least of which reasons being she’d gotten off, although the abrupt end to their quickie overshadowed the dopamine and serotonin flooding her brain. For her, one of the biggest joys about having sex was
earning
her lover’s seed, and now she’d be left to wait until after they’d eaten to get creampied
-
if
he wasn’t going to deny her out of spite.
Exiting the cabin, Jack stepped out and offered her a hand. “You comin’?”
“
Yeah
,” she pouted while climbing over his seat.
He quirked a brow as she jumped down next to him. “Don’t you give me those puppy dog eyes…”
For an instant, she considered doing just that, playing the pity card in the hope of getting back into the truck to finish what they’d started, but then she was hit with a wave of inspiration. Still naked from the waist down, she spun around, closed the truck’s door, and rested her hands against the cabin. The added risk of being happened upon while going at it, for many, was a deterring factor, although both she and Jack viewed it as an exotic way to spice things up.
“
If you dump a load in me, everyone in the restaurant will think I’m pregnant
,” she quietly tittered.
While Jack’s expression remained impassive, his cock jerked and betrayed him. One of his achilles heels when it came to kinks was breeding, envisioning her as having a defenseless, fertile womb to fuck a kid into, and she wasn’t above exploiting that weakness to its fullest. With an
almost
convincing resigned groan, he stepped over, took hold of her hips, and plunged into her from behind.
She may have had her preferences when it came to sexual positions, although the elation of having her way and coercing him to keep going surpassed any small lack of physical pleasure. Broadening her stance and getting his rhythm down, she swung her ass back to meet his thrusts. Like yin and yang, in spite of being too obstinate to accept it, they were basically made for one another.
Spanking her tush so hard that she yelped in genuine pain, he laughed. “
Fucking -
Nnnph
- slut
…”
“
Oh
daddy
!” she brayed at the top of her lungs. “
Fuck me harder, daddy,
please
!”
Forced forward with each of his unstoppable thrusts, her face was pressed to the cool metal of the truck’s cabin. Jack was an absolute beast when he wanted to be, and the two-fold taunting of
daddy
and the notion of knocking her up tapped into his full potential. Bending forward and wrapping his fingers around her wrists, he hauled her arms back and
really
started to give it to her.
She locked her legs and hung her head as he power-fucked her into oblivion. When Jack took charge, he
really
didn’t screw around. Her only option was to let him do as he liked with her, but that was hardly a bad thing. Peering down between her wildly swaying breasts, she watched the outline of Jack’s cock resizing her bowels.
The sight of her stomach bulging from such a monolithic intrusion never got old - if anything, it had become even more captivating as she’d gotten older. When he was fully hilted in her, Jack’s cock snaked all the way up to her sternum. She didn’t know nor care how she was able to withstand housing a dick that was almost as big as her entire arm, because it felt absolutely
incredible
.
Standing on her tiptoes, she put a sway in her back. “
Right there, daddy! Fuck my -
Glk
?!?”
“
Do you ever
shut up
?” he snarled as he jammed two fingers into her muzzle.
She groaned as she sucked on his digits. He’d sounded mad when he’d effectively muzzled her, although his tone was deceiving. Considering how fast and hard he was plowing her, giving her his ass while holding her arms up and back, he wasn’t going to last long. As lube and cum from that morning dribbled down her coin purse and dripped to the ground, his length began to violently throb.
She’d once worried that being bred would lose its luster, yet Jack had done away with that fear. He really was the best lay she’d ever had, which was saying a hell of a lot, and his performance had altered more than just her cunt. Though she’d never thought much about how it would be if she was an actual female, someone able to give him a kid, she’d caught herself climaxing to the idea of being impregnated by the big lug.
Entombing every inch of his shaft in her, he growled through gritted teeth and came. His performance wasn’t going to beat any of his personal records, lasting no more than a few minutes at most, but that hardly mattered. No sooner did his tsunami of cum go crashing through her guts, bloating her gut and coating the entirety of her bowels, than stars danced before her eyes.
In an eerie sort of way, she always -
always
climaxed with him. The thin jizz spurting from her cage was a testament to what he’d done with her -
to
her, and was unspoken proof that he was worthy of keeping her. As he released one of her arms and wiped sweat from his face, she went off balance and toppled to one side.
“
Whoops
,” he squawked, only barely catching her before she fell to the pavement.
She exhaustedly looked up at him and smiled. “
T…thanks
…”
“I…don’t sweat it,” he sighed. Leaning her against one of his shoulders, he knelt down and grabbed one of her legs. “Up.”
She lifted her leg and allowed him to dress her. He’d probably never say it, and he sure as hell wasn’t the sort to get all lovey-dovey with her, but he did care about her. Sometimes he’d do little things, like guy her a new set of nipple rings or a cute g-string - other times, he’d surprise her with dessert or a tasty treat. Steadying herself on his arm, she shied back when he rose to his full, incredible height.
“You ready?” he pressed.
He might have been the best thing to ever happen to her, and she was thankful that she’d gone over to say hello all those months ago. She’d given up a lot by leaving home, and a lot of her old habits had been abandoned, but it was worth it - by god, it was worth it. Smiling and nodding up at him, she hugged his beefy forearm while tightly clenching her ass and preventing
most
of his creamy deposit from escaping.
With a grin on his face, he loped back in the direction of the restaurant. “You wanna eat in or take it back to the truck?”
“As long as I get to eat with you,
daddy
,” she hummed contentedly, “it doesn’t matter…”