Left Home Alone
Left Home Alone
Mikc awoke late noon. Be slept pretty well in his large doggy bed, usually were a feral pet slept, but it was comfty, so he didn't mind much. "Master?" He streched out of his bed and walked around, searching the usual spots he'd find his mistress. No one was home. He walked into the kitchen and found a note, Will be gone for a the day, be back late. Full permission to entertain yourself, but don't do anything stupid. xoxo~Mistress.
The note made him frown, sure it was nice to have the house to himself without boundaries, but the presence of his master along with those boundaries made his life interesting, especally being gifted to such a hot and firm mistress. He truly was a pet, missing his master company. He became bored, TV and games wereonly entertaining for so long without someone to enjoy it with. He had no will to go out, and even the smallest scent of one of his friends near the door step would mean server punishment. Some nights the skunk loved them, but if the master is tiered and annoyed, things go south pretty quickly, she almst killed him sveral times when he crossed the line, a large gash under his blue collr tells a tales of one of those nights.
He laid on the floor, figuring maybe he could just sleep the rest of the day away, he loved sleeping, and could do it in a heartbeat. As he laid on the soft carpet though, he picked up her scent, he just so happened to be laying in one of his masters sitting spots, where she and her fellow masters come over to play strip poker or gamble among one another. Her smell was plesent, it made him thing of all the fun they bi-nightly had, his arousal rose rather quickly, his long flaccid pierced steadily rising to its full 8 inches. Having a hard on made it hard to sleep. He sat back up, looking at his Prince Albert, deciding he won't let it go to waste. Leaning foreword, spreading his legs out, he licked his head, shuttering to his own warm breath, gently yanking his cock up by the ring, and slowly took himself in. He was flexible enough to give himself a blowjob when he wanted, but this was one of the only rare moments he's ever done it. And he loved them.
Mikc moaned softly, progressively lowering his maw over more of his length, running his tongue over the studs along his human shaped penis. He thought about how his mistress had such a flexible tongue, much better at giving him a blowjob then him, but she didn't scold him about it, even though it hurt him mentally to know he could do better. Maybe he could take this alone time to practice.
He leaned back a little, using his left paw for balance, and lifted his right leg, finding it a more comfortable position, and even allowed him to go deeper. He started to get into it, bobbing his head up and down at a good steady pace, building rhythm, cocking his head left to right each suck as he came up and down. He started to moaned louder, feeling his body shiver in excitement; his tail thumping on the floor, and his toe curling up, while his paws clawed at the floor and his leg as well.
He growled quietly, starting to buck his hips into his mouth. His lips curled into a smile, the little skunk was really starting to enjoy himself. He fell back, curving his spine and touched his feet on the ground behind him. He really was quite flexible. He was really starting to suck on himself now, starting to hear his own suckles.
He rubbed the outside of his thighs with his claws, pleasuring himself further. Oh Mistress he whimpered, as he continued to fantasize about her. He pulled back his long brushy tail and arched it behind his back, quivering as his pucker was exposed, feeling abit drafty with out the warmth of his tail. This particular moment, it felt amazing.
Mikc slide a finger up his leg, and swirled an index claw around the ring of his hole, pulsing for attention. He wasn't going to let it beg and not have its wish answered. He slowly pushed the finger inside his warm cove, wiggling it around until he found that special spot his Master would find when she fucked him with that extra large strap-on. He couldn't find it for a while, he was about to give up, sliding the finger out, he felt a sensitive lump. There it was, the special area, the Prostate.
He rubbed that area as his master would as his tonuge messaged his length. He fingered himself for a good 10minutes, feeling his cock trobe in sensation. Yes...so close. he whispered even with his own prick in his mouth. His sucking and fingering got rougher, more intense with each passing second. he body thumped, causing his to roll flat on his back, releasing his prodding finger, and his maw from his member, quickly taking it into his palm in intention to finish himself off. "Yesss...Come on....!" He clenched his eyes shut, feeling the eruption build up, and release. Feeling his seed squirt his face with thick cum in 4 bursts. He opened his mouth back up to catch the last two.
He panted like a dog, finished, and now exhausted. He slumped back on the carrpet, leaning on his side, feeling the cum on his body slide off his fur and dripping on the the floor. He smiled, curling up in a ball, resting holstering his tail between his legs, and using it as a pillow, as he looked outside at the sunny sky turn into a gloomy overcast. He laid there in the silence, slowly drifting off.