Just a Quickie
Beep. Beep. Beep. I wake up, vodka in hand. These past few weeks have bee...
Beep. Beep. Beep. I wake up, vodka in hand. These past few weeks have been rough. I look down and see my still shining engagement ring. The inside has an engraving that reads: Asa & Kody forever. Cheesey, I know, but we were in love. Or at least I was. He didn't love me anymore. End of story.
I take time off of work so I can drink myself away and trudge around the house. I drag myself out of bed and stumble into the bathroom. I lean hard on the sink so I don't fall and I stare deep into my hazel eyes. I do this every morning. I don't know why. I haven't showered in a while and my white fur is messy. My coat is mostly white, but the tips of my ears and tail are jet black.
Being as lonely as I am, I enlist the services of Yiffy Adults INC. I call, they send someone I can have a little play date with. I always tell them "Just send whoever is available."
"We'll send someone right out." some perky secretary always replies. I take a seat next to the window and stare off into the dark city. I've slept the day away.
About half an hour later, a knock at the door wakes me from a light sleep. I streach, yawn, and make my way to the door. I find a small fennec waiting eagerly in the doorway. "Please, come in." I say dully. I step aside and reveal my large empty loft. As he walks by, I examine him more closely. He's a scrawny thing with sand colored fur. "Top or bottom." he says with a smile.
"Wow," I said. "Must we jump straight to business? What's your name?"
"Hehe, it's Michael." he said.
"I warn you," I said. " I can be a little rough." I took his hand and led him to the bed, closing the door behind me. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed my ass.
"Ooo, good. so you're a top then."
I didn't reply. He took off his shirt and undid his pants. As he lifted mine, I lifted my arms so he could get it off. He licked my face, then my neck, and kissed a trail to my belt line. I slid my belt out of its loops and undid my pants. He looked at me with his large, brown eyes as if to plead me not to hurt him. As soon as my pants hit the floor I shoved him onto the bed and flipped him over. I grabbed the legs of his jeans and forcefully slid them off. I was already horny. Eight inches of rock-hard flesh strain against my boxers.
"You are rough." he said teasingly as I tore through his skimpy, white thong. I slapped his ass and shouted "Up!" He got on his hands and knees and raised his tail presentatively.
The moment of truth. I presseed my cock against his (surprisingly) tight tail-hole and in one smooth motion, thrusted it in. The least I could do was let him adjust to my shaft before mercilessly adding my knot into the mix. I drew back, then pounded into him. Over and over again, I took the longest strides possible. I cork-skrewed and worked in at different angles, digging into that soft tissue.
I had the feeling I was hurting him, probably because he was gripping the sheets and trying his hardest not to scream. This is almost like a game for me. I knew I was about to come, and I wanted to get as many humps in as possible. Two points apiece. 2, 4, 6, 8, 10, spurt! 11. Damn, I don't think the judges are going to count that last one.
A wave of fatigue hit me. I was breathing like I had just sprinted a mile. I slipped out of him with a satisfying slurp and collapsed onto the bed.
"Money's on the counter." I said, still trying to catch my breath. On the verge of tears, he got dressed, grabbed the money, and walked out. There is no feeling more satisfying than sending a whore home, tail between his legs, bleeding like it was his first time.