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A Good Time, For Once

For Rayoelgatubelo

By Draconicon

Since taking a week off for the holidays, Momo had almost forgotten what it felt like to be stared at like a desirable piece of meat. It wasn't that the customers were cruel about it - as a matter of fact, her current partner was actually quite nice - but rather that they couldn't help it. She could feel the were-raccoon's eyes on her, the way that his gaze followed her hips as she walked from one side of the room to the other bearing a tray of tea and little else, the way that he looked at her flat chest and then down between her legs. He was looking at her, trying to be good, but unable to quite shake that stare that all the men that visited the Western House had for the girls: they looked at meat, meat for their cocks, and they craved to savor it.

Momo put her slight annoyance to the side, keeping a smile on her face as she knelt by her client. The raccoon had already allowed his robes to fall open, the brothel-provided clothing hanging from his waist as he knelt on comfortable cushions. His tail wagged behind him, the striped limb making his excitement even more obvious than his wide grin. She could already smell his excitement, and could even see a few bubbles of it coming through the bottom part of the robe.

She imagined that he would be quick. It was a disappointment, but she didn't let it show on her face.

The six-tailed kitsune sat down, the tea tray balanced on her knees as she looked him in the eye. She opened her mouth -

"What's your name?" the were-raccoon asked.

Momo cocked her head to the side. Not so much for the question, which was understandable enough, but rather that he wanted to know it. Her customer chuckled, rubbing the back of his head.

"I mean...sorry. If it's something you don't want to share -"

"Momo, sir," she said, smiling again.

"Sorry. Mine's -"

"Are you sure it's not John?" she teased.

"Well, could be...but it's really Mark. Sorry. I - did this make it awkward?"

"No, no...just charming."

And a nice change of pace, considering it broke the wall that the meat-gaze had started to build up. She laid the tea tray to the side, and she felt his eyes going down again without having to look at him to confirm. They were already settled between her thighs, looking at the hint of her pussy showing between them. His aroused scent grew stronger.

Normally, these sessions lasted for at least an hour, with most clients only spending perhaps five minutes enjoying the actual sex. Her grandmother had established the House as a way to ensure that some of the old traditions could be kept. Updated, admittedly, but kept, allowing the geisha-style companionship to be given in a way that still respected some of the old ways. They did more for their clients than the geishas ever did, of course, but that was part and parcel to the fantasy.

But normally, she would wait for a half hour or so, allow her client to actually enjoy his tea, putting off the sexual part of it to allow herself time to build up to it. The clients would get anxious, wanting, desiring her more and more, and when the time finally came, they would last precious little time. For the more overweight, unpleasant, disgusting clients that came through their doors as often as the other, more average ones, she encouraged that, not wanting to deal with their bodies over hers for long if she didn't have to.

But for someone that was gentler, kinder, cuter...well, that might be a little more tolerable.

So, for Mark, Momo set the tray aside, lowering herself to all fours in front of him. The raccoon's cheeks heated up further as she ran her fingers gently up his robe, pushing underneath it and finding her way to his groin. A fat pair of balls in a low-hanging furry 'purse' waited for her, and she jostled them teasingly from side to side.

"You feel...eager," she said with a small smile.

"I am...I've been eager ever since I saw you."

"Me...or the other me?"

"Both."

"Mmm..."

She smiled, barely hiding her blush by leaning into the bulge pushing against his robe. It was not a common thing to get that kind of compliment, and while she had been getting better at the role of a proper geisha, Momo hadn't had the chance to practice while she was on vacation. And he was...charming.

Slowly undoing his robe, she fished his shaft free. It wasn't huge, not compared to some of the clients that she'd seen her grandmother deal with, but it was quite long. Eight inches, perhaps eight and a half, with a definite sort of thinness that seemed to come inherent to raccoons. At the very least, it matched some of the tanuki and raccoon porn that she'd seen in the old records.

He even had a pleasant scent. She had lucked out with this one, she felt, and dragged her tongue from his sac to his sheath, and then along the base of his cock. He groaned for her, his hands twitching, almost grabbing for her head.

She braced for the eventual thrust, but there was no such thing. If anything, Mark reached around and grabbed his ankles, keeping himself from giving into an urge to force her further. He allowed her power and choice at the same time. He was the one being serviced, but she set the pace.

She liked that, and for the moment, she liked him.

Momo bobbed her head along the tip of his shaft for a few minutes, getting used to his taste before pulling her lips away. He panted softly, his member bobbing up and down in front of her. She leaned back further, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand.

"Are you close?" she asked.

"Mmm...I think...I think I can last a little while longer."

"I think..." She smiled, turning around. "I think that you should spend your first shot where it belongs."

"You mean -"

"You're paying for it...you should enjoy it for as long as you can."

"...Oh, man..."

Reaching back with practiced hands, she gently pulled her pussy lips apart. She had done that for more than a dozen clients, each one having bought her virginity, but it always regrew when the time was right to sell it again. Mark was just one more client that had decided that he wanted that tightness, that experience of deflowering a girl, and she was more than willing to give that to him.

She wondered, idly, if his thinner shaft would be the sort of thing to keep it from being as painful. She wondered if she would cum from it.

He moved behind her, and she felt his shaft sliding along her thighs before coming up to her slit. It was definitely more slender than the last one that she'd serviced before her break, and she hoped that it would be less -

Squelch.

Pop.

Momo gasped, sucking in a breath in a hiss that she did her best to hide. Nope. Nope, that still hurt. The little rip and tear that came from him pushing in didn't do anything to make her wetter in a good way, but she was definitely 'wetter' with something that didn't do much to help her. The fact that he had a skinny cock meant that it didn't hurt as much as the time that she'd gotten deflowered by a rhino, but it still stung.

Rather than just ramming through, though, Mark leaned over her, gently hugging around her middle with one arm, and reaching around her with the other. He found her sex, rubbing her as he gently pushed her further open. It was a minor bit of pleasure among the discomfort, but that was a hell of a lot better than nothing.

"Ready?" he whispered.

"Mmm...when you are."

"I want you to cum."

"Heh...I want to cum."

"Then let me make that happen."

He was taking over. Not roughly, not cruelly, but he was. That was something that she was used to, and something she was happy to go along with.

As he started thrusting, the pain started dissipating, quickly replaced by the more normal feeling of being fucked. He didn't start jackhammering, but he wasn't taking it in the slow, teasing romantic way that someone else might have done. The lovesick clients that thought that they could charm a prostitute away from the brothel usually tried that, only to find out that they were basically drying their partner out by not giving enough stimulation.

No, what he did was just a slow, steady fuck, something that kept her excited and wet, but didn't push things too far, too fast. He was probably pacing himself, taking his time to ensure that he didn't cum, and making sure that she felt good. More of a friendly thing than anything else.

It also meant that his cock felt...particularly nice, and his lack of raw girth was tickling spots that she wasn't so familiar with. Momo found herself gasping here and there, her eyes opening wider, her breath coming in little catches and hisses.

"Ah...mmmph..."

He didn't speed up, but he didn't have to. Instead, he just held her closer, bucking his hips against her. She couldn't clasp down on him and take control, couldn't tighten up and make it so that he came first. Instead, she was just along for the ride, taking him good and deep without the discomfort that a bigger cock might have given her. She panted, gripping at the floor, raking her claws through it as her ears went flat on her head. Her tails splayed out, and she panted as he kept fucking, fucking, fucking her.

It only took her three minutes to cum from it, to her embarrassment. She came and she sprayed, the jets of her juices going right under his sac. He froze, and she was half-sure that he went up on tiptoes to avoid the sudden jets of her fluids under him. She blushed, only to hear him giggle against the back of her neck.

"W-what? What's so funny?"

"That's the first time anyone came so fast from my dick."

"Mmmph...well, don't you stop..."

"How about you take a turn riding it?"

"Mmmph...fine, but only because you're paying for it."

"You got it."

And as she slid off him and he sat down, she immediately felt the urge for more. Momo shook her head. It just went to show that customers could still surprise her.

The End

Summary: Momo, a kitsune prostitute, gives a were-raccoon gentleman some attentions. And finds out that she rather likes him.

Tags: M/F, Prostitution, Kitsune, Raccoon, Brothel, Oral, Teasing, Vaginal, Cum, Skinny Dick, Odd Dick, Cum, Squirting, Orgasm,