Hidden Husky
Abigail deals with a problem during a date
This work of fiction is a sample of an author's writing ability, and does not necessarily represent the opinions and/or fetishes of the author.
A soft grey furred hand gently shut the stall door, lock latching into place. Abigail pulled her hand back to the fluffy fur spilling out of the top of her sweater and let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. She hadn't wanted to leave the theater, not when it had been going so well. He had been so cute, holding her paw during the movie. Eventually she had managed to get him to lean into her body, wrapping an arm around his shoulder to pull him close. Her heart was hammering so loud she was sure he could have heard.
She bit her bottom lip as her hand trailed softly down her form, stopping to gently squeeze her breast. It wasn't over. Five minutes, tops. That's all this would take. She grabbed her purse and rifled around through it, pulling out a square wrapper. She moved it to her mouth and hung her purse, hand gently pulling up her skirt.
She frowned at the large lump bulging out against her white panties. She really needed to get some more suppressants soon, but the old fashioned way worked too. With a tug, her undergarments fell to the floor and she took her seat on the toilet behind her. Peeking out at her was a red tapering tip pushing its way past her fuzzy sheath. Her breath hitched as she ran a finger along it. It was slick and firm, sliding easily into her paw. She gently humped at her hand, causing her sensitive appendage to swell out to its full size.
Her breath was slow and even as she ripped open the condom, carefully pulling it onto her shaft. It had been two days without the suppressants, and she could feel it. This was the third time today. She couldn't stop the gentle moan escaping her lips as she tugged down her shaft, stopping just above the knot. Abigail's free hand found its way up her sweater, grasping her breast through her bra.
That little twink in the theater had no idea how badly she wanted him here. She'd sit him on her lap and make him beg for it. Her hips began moving without her askance, body spurred on by the thought of his round rear and thighs squeezing her hips while she held his thin form to her own. It had been the only part of his toned body to even have a hint of fat, lucky bastard. How she wished to show him how much she appreciated his form.
A squeak escaped her throat as her cherry red secret began to twitch. Her hand stroked and squeezed in time with her hips movement. Already the condom was starting to balloon out from her pre. She tore her hand away from her sweater in order to muffle her shriek as she stood up, shoving her hand forcibly down and around her knot and began tugging harshly at the base of her cock. Stars clouded the edges of her vision as she began filling the condom. Her balls slid up to her body as they pumped cum into the rubber, before relaxing only to repeat. The condom was already the size of a grapefruit when they came back up, cock swelling as it fired its release. It was all Abigail could do to stay quiet as the weight in her body shifted some, a third thick blast filling it to the size of a basketball, and the fourth even larger.
All too soon it began to stop, dribbling out into the watermelon of a filled condom. With a satisfied huff, Abigail set to tying it closed as her spent shaft retreated back into her body. Even her testes, previously obvious and swollen, now hid nicely beneath her sea of soft fur. "See? Five minutes, tops." She chuckled to herself and made her way out. She had a date to get to.