Fantasy fulfilled part 2
#2 of Fantasy Fulfilled
The wind blew, a slightly chilly breeze, the way that was only on a good lonely night. Shayla was feeling that warm feeling spread. The suitcase lay only a few feet in front of her. That damn black suitcase. "I hate being a mouse..." she said with sigh. Her stomach muscles clinched hard, ruffling the white fur covering her chest. Her ears glowed as blood pulsed in and out. The covers on her only kept her so warm.
That was Trevor's plan. Shayla tortured him for months. Rubbing his cock roughly but lazily as they watched Sunday morning television, rolling her tail around his girth and gently squeezing when he would wake up to morning coffee. Shayla liked it rough, and she was fixated on his horse cock. She wanted him to take her, "force [her] to take his cock as deep as [she] could, [she] want[ed] to feel the skin on [her] stomach stretch as [her] pussy was filled." (page 83) HE laughed to himself. Shayla's diary was useful to him as he researched just how he would seduce the pussy and still get to ram his 12 in cock with no mercy. Trevor watched her one day, just... to see what she would do. He put his business case on the table. Home from a long day at work and finally able to enjoy that beer he deserved. Shayla was due home soon, usually around 7pm.
Shayla arrived on time as always, 7 pm promptly as had become her routine since that damn suitcase never moved and was never disturbed. She was surprised to see Trevor's heavy leather jacket draped over the arm of the couch hanging just low enough to cast an eerie shadow over the suitcase's favorite hiding spot. She casually walked by tossing her keys on the table and heard an unfamiliar sound. Her ears picked up the heavy thump the keys made as they hit a black suitcase. She sat down in front of it, pondering why it had no lock, why now it looked so innocent and safe. She knew the deal. She knew the deal, but there the suitcase was, just sitting there. The shower turned off and so she only had time to glance but she would not renege on the deal. Could she? "Could I?" she spoke softly. Sweat beaded down her face, her palms grew moist, and her breath shortened as her hands lay upon the suitcase. Her thumb moving to the clasp, and the slight pop it made as it sprung to attention. Light beamed into the case. Barely open enough to see the slither of light, illuminating the contents of the case. She did not get a real glance, not a real peek before...
Trevor sprang out of the room. Shayla dropped the lid of the suitcase and the clasp promptly sprung down, with that same, POP! She let loose an "Eeep!" as she sprang back from the suitcase as though it had suddenly become contaminated. He shook his head back and forth. Clean and only slightly wet. He held a towel wrapped around his waist and water shined off his sculpted frame. Shayla cringed like a child caught stealing; her faced turned beat red and her fur emitted a deep pink glow. "So, looking in my suitcase, eh?" he spoke casually. Shayla didn't see anything, but how would they believe that? Either way the deal was not to be tempted by curiosity and she had clearly failed. Trevor stood in front of the case. "What did you see? What did you see?!" he shouted.
He saw her ears shake, the thunder in his voice frightened her. "No-Nothing..." she stammered.
"There's only one punishment you can have that will fit this crime."
He dropped the towel to the floor, exposing his swollen horse cock. Shayla's eyes went wide. It was bigger now than it was when she rubbed it in his sleep. She knew the bet was over since she peaked, at last she thought.
"Damn," she shouted. "I can't believe I lost the bet and still didn't get a good look at what in the suitcase."
"After you serve your time hanging from my cock you can look all you want." He said forcefully.
He moved gracefully over to her, slow steps as his frame came to dominate over her. He reached down to the collar of her shirt. He looked her in the eyes for a brief second as he tore away her shirt. Her cry went muffled as his lips embraced hers. His tongue rubbing the inside of her mouth, tasting her very essence. Trevor pinched and rubbed her exposed nipples; feeling them harden and push against his hands. Her chest was warm and wanting. He lifted Shayla by the arms, positioning his cock against her stomach. Shayla looked at the monster, its pulsing head peering at her. Trevor soon took her focus, his lips now on her nipple. Pulling and teasing sending jolts through her body, he held her hands together in his. Letting only her body move against his dick, her soft belly fur teasing too gently. He dropped Shayla's arms, and pulled her down on the couch. He put his cock against her lips and pushed slow. He watched as her mouth stretched to accommodate him, drool coming out, his dick against her tongue and pushing into her throat.
She could taste all of him. The steel rod in her mouth rubbed against her cheeks and warmed her throat, gliding across her lips. He could barely fit but kept going deeper and deeper in her mouth. He pulled out and let the spit dangle from his head to her lips. He let her breath and saw the tear in her eye. She was ready and she wanted it, she was waiting on him to finish it. He lined her head up with his. He waited for her to inhale before shoving his cock down her throat. She gagged a little and tried to pull off but he pushed deeper and harder, until his 13 inches was lodged firmly in her throat, until her body accepted the interloper. She spasmed and felt the jerks of his cock as cum exploded from its tip. He pulled out as he came, filling her stomach, coating her throat and oozing his dick out of her mouth and on the floor. A few errant squirts coated her face, some landing on her nose, and her body shuddered as mini orgasms shook her body like an earthquake. Her stomach muscles warmed with his seed. Her head spun as Trevor's musk filled her from inside out. She felt the warm spurts jet onto her face.
Shayla tilted her head back. Swallowing all the cum in her mouth. She licked her lips and licked Trevor's dick from base to tip. She looked him in the eyes. He stared down at hers. They sparkled in that way that said she was ready.
Trevor smiled as he put away his cock. "Now sit there and think about how much of a slut you are."
She went to stand with an indignant look now covering her face and Trevor blocked her path. Looming over her, he gently poked her in the head making her fall back down. She looked at him and he spoke forcefully, "You'll wear that cum until I say so, slut."
Shayla was turned on, her pussy was aflame and she wanted him, he was so powerful over her and making her wear his cum was embarrassing but proper for his bitch. He looked at her radiant glow and was on the verge of making her his of taming her wild ways with his. He still bulged slightly in his genes. Then he remembered how much trouble he'd be in when Shayla found out that she hadn't actually lost the bet. He walked into the room, leaving his towel on the floor, and looked behind at her.
"You can look in the case on the table now." The door shut behind him and the little lock was heard clinking into place.
She leaned up and popped the lock on the case. It opened wide to reveal its contents: a stack of bills and receipts from the coffee shop, a half-eaten sandwich, and a few pens.
"FUCK!" was all Trevor could hear through the door. He was sure he had been found out.
- to be continued
Ano