Cultural Obligations
#6 of TASF
The otter Marla has to obey the obligations required of clothing and plants. She does not have a problem with this.
The following story involves MF rimming. Reader discretion is advised.
Cultural Obligations
Cade whisked the batter in the bowl. The smell of coffee wafted through the room. The cheetah hoped his mate would wake soon as he wanted to share the first cup of the morning with her. But it was tempting.
"Well, this is a good morning," Marla said from behind him. Gladly he didn't have to wait long.
He looked over his shoulder to the otter. Her eyes walked up and down the spotted cat's bare back. He wore only an apron this morning. He kept his tail high so his otter could feast on the view of his bare rump. "Mmm," she murmured.
His otter only wore a large t-shirt from Harpy Mountain National Park. It was a brief reminder of that fun vacation they had had together. But his mind left those fond memories to fantasize about what she wore beneath the large orange shirt. He knew there was nothing. He left his whisking to turn and face his lover. She was holding something behind her back. "Aww," she moaned at the loss of the view. She looked over his "Kiss the Cook" apron and giggled. "They actually make those?"
"Apparently," he blushed at the goofy novelty item he'd found in a thrift store.
"Well, I can't ignore an instruction from an article of clothing. That's illegal." She stepped up and puckered her lips. He bent down and kissed her. He put his hands on her shoulders. She put her arms around his body. He took her tighter in his arms. She squeezed his bare rump and ran her hands over his long tail. He returned the favor with her thick muscular appendage.
"You know," she said as they broke their kiss. "It occurs to me I don't actually have to obey the apron until you actually finish cooking something." He gave her a look. "What, I'm hungry. Hurry it up, chop chop. Before I order a breakfast pizza and run off with the delivery girl."
"This is what I get for trying out a romantic gesture."
"You know it," she said. "You'd think you'd have learned by now." She winked. She was always eager to tease.
He laughed and returned to his cookery. She poured them each a cup of coffee. She fixed his up exactly as he like it without even needing to ask. They teased and talked as he worked cooking them up eggs, sausages, and of course the pancakes. They rarely were at a loss of words with one another and chatted all through the meal. When all was finished Marla made Cade stay seated while she cleaned the dishes.
The breakfast finished a few hours after it had begun, it was likely time to make plans for the rest of the day. A holiday shopping trip or a visit to a local museum were options batted around earlier. Cade headed out into the living area a few steps ahead of Marla. She stopped him with a "well, well, now how did I overlook that little item?" The cheetah's member stiffened in Pavlovian response to the tone in her voice. Looking over his shoulder she was grinning. Her eyes fixed on his, then flicked down to his rear, and back. He had no idea what she meant.
He looked to his reflection in the black screen of the television. Something was tied in his tail. He remembered her hiding her hands earlier then messing about with his tail as she kissed him. The minx, 'overlooked the detail' his ass. But then he realized what the item was: mistletoe. He went stiff. All of him did.
"All of these obligatory kissing traditions. Well, can't skirt that."
His brain went a dozen directions. He attempted to speak in a handful of tongues. To object, to eschew his interest, to figure out why she did this."
"Now, now, I know your little kink. I may have wandered through your porn gallery on your computer a couple of times to find out what you were into that you didn't want to admit. By the way, pick a harder password to guess than 'Otterbutt.'"
He moaned, or squeaked. A bit of both actually. "Now," she said, dropping to her knees. "As I said, I'm hardly one to buck tradition." Her tongue lapped over the spotted cheeks of his rear. She pulled those cheeks apart and planted a kiss right on his pucker. His hard cock twitched under the apron. Precum was smeared on the underside of the fabric. He squeak-moaned once again.
Her tongue pressed deeper inside him. He wrapped his hand around his stiff pink shaft and stroked. "Please don't stop," he begged. "Please."
She did not. She lapped at him. Her wet tongue and hot breath on the most forbidden part of his body drove him mad. He held back his orgasm for as long as he could. He started to give way and then, she stopped. He threw the breaks on as best he could. No small amount of cum escaped him as he still half orgasmed in a very unsatisfying manner.
Looking back to his lover, she was staring up at him with an evil smile. She didn't just happen to stop at the most inopportune time; she knew him too well. This was deliberate torture. She stood and pulled the apron from him. She pulled the apron from her own body. Her tits were bared as was her glistening pussy.
He reached to take hold of one of those. She stepped back out of reach giggling. One hand pushed her fingers into her pussy. The other took hold of her breast and lifted her nipple to her tongue. "I'll take care of these myself, thank you very much," she laughed.
Cade moaned.
Marla slipped back to the sofa and dropped down upon it, still fondling herself. Cade's eyes never left her, though they had trouble deciding which part of her not to leave. "Get your ass over here. Get that rump over my face."
He obliged. He knelt over her face as she returned to licking his arse. He watched her hands masturbate her pussy as she did. His hand wrapped around his cock and rubbed. His balls cried their relief that a true orgasm would be coming soon.
Marla's tongue left his asshole. His balls ached for but a moment before they were blissfully enclosed inside her muzzle. She sucked lightly at his orbs. Her tongue washed his fuzzy sack. His hand tightened on himself. "Oh, gods," the cunning otter had lured him into another activity that was well represented in his pornography collection.
The way her hands worked herself she seemed more into it than he was even. He knew he loved this woman for many reasons and this was yet another. He'd have to be a lot more forthcoming with his kinks from here on.
She kept sucking and he kept stroking until he could take no more. She let him finish himself proper this time. Cum spurted out over her bare sleek body. The first three pulses reached over her hand and onto the bare sofa. And there was plenty more where that came from. Cum poured out of his cock and over Marla's belly, arms, and breasts. The otter released his balls when he was finally spent and pushed herself over the edge. She screamed that the entire high-rise apartment complex would likely have heard. Her own juice sprayed from her nethers over the sofa. The whole mess would have to be cleaned, along with the floor, much later.
"Gods," Cade coughed.
"Hehe," Marla pulled herself out from under him. "I'd ask if you liked all that," she gestured at her cum soaked body, "but I think I know the answer."
"Thank you," he blushed.
"You are welcome." She snuggled up next to him. "Now something we're going to do soon. Not now, but soon, is you're going to get ten minutes alone with my porn collection to pick out some things to do to me."
He blushed more. "Sounds like a good plan."
"But for now, I think we should head to the shower, get cleaned up and have ourselves another quickie. And then head out for the mall. I've got a bit of yule time shopping I want to do."
He chuckled, "Sounds like a great plan for the day."