Knocking on Opportunities Door.
Rebecca was spacing out in class, again. Anthropology was interesting enough, but frankly, when she wasn't learning about ancient cultures fertility rituals, it just wasn't for her.
The one thing that kept her in the class was the same reason she was even attending class today despite currently dealing with her heat, the opportunity to ogle the absolute DILF of a lion who taught it! He had a complete dad bod, strong but going a little soft around the waist and his mane had gone entirely gray. She couldn't help but wonder what he looked like without the jacket and waistcoat covering up his figure.
Frankly, if she hadn't been more focused on him than the actual lesson, she might have missed the subtle detail on his person.
His wedding ring was gone…
The thirsty raccoon just couldn't resist, if this hunky older man was a bachelor once again, she would be the first in line to cozy up to him.
She waited until the end of the lecture, mentally preparing to shoot her shot as the other students filed out of the classroom. Fixing her chin-length black hair, debating if she should pull down her tank top to show even more cleavage…
Mr. Lowe took notice of her remaining in her seat as the last student passed through the doors.
“Can I help you, Ms. Sharp?" he asked in his gruff, yet somewhat posh, voice.
“Uh yeah. I uh, I had a question actually. A personal one, if that would be alright?" She asked, a little nervous.
Mr. Lowe leaned back against his desk, his eyes flicking over the young raccoon briefly. “Very well, ask your question."
Rebecca got up from her seat, walking closer to the imposing figure of the lion. “Um, well I hope I'm not prying too much. But I noticed you're not wearing your wedding ring. Did you lose it? Or…?"
The lion exhaled in annoyance, though the annoyance didn't feel directed at her. “If you must know, I am currently in the process of a divorce."
“I'm sorry to hear that." Well, not too sorry. Especially if she can heal any potential heartbreak he may be experiencing… first hand. “Things haven't been too difficult I hope?"
“Exhausting, more than anything." Mr. Lowe told her.
“Have you thought about what comes after? Are you going to start dating again?" Rebecca asked, perhaps not overly subtle.
The older lion raised an eyebrow. “What are you getting at, Ms. Sharp?"
Rebecca blushed as she became flustered. “Uh, well, I just mean. Surely you must be hoping to find someone else to settle down with you, have some kids…"
“Kids? What made you assume I wanted kids?" The lion pressed, leaning closer to her, his authoritative posture bearing over the shorter raccoon. It was a fair question, he had already gone this long without a child of his own…
“I… err, I just thought…" Rebecca began to stammer, before Mr. Lowe cut her off.
“Thought, or hoped?" he accused.
“...hoped." Rebecca meekly said.
The professor nodded. “I see. Well, you would be correct. Both me and my ex were just too busy with our respective careers before, but now… I do find myself longing for a bigger family." the lion admitted. “Now Ms. Sharp, why don't you try again? What are you after?"
“Well, uh… do you date students, by chance?" Rebecca asked, flashing him a sheepish smile.
“No." He said flatly, Rebecca feeling like every one of her hopes and aspirations had just been dashed across some rocky shore. “I can't be seen dating a student, I've been building this career longer than you have been alive."
An idea popped into Rebecca's head. “Sooo… what if I dropped out of your class?" She suggested. “Then I wouldn't be your student anymore!"
“Persistent, aren't you? Your grades are decent enough, do you really want to throw all that away for a man more than twice your age?" The large feline walked back around his desk, taking a seat in his leather backed desk chair.
“Mr. Lowe… to be perfectly honest. I don't think anthropology is really something I am passionate about. You're the only reason I didn't drop the class last semester." The younger raccoon explained.
“Well, I am sorry to hear you feel that way. But you did seem… distracted, even while paying attention. I'll consider this, but first I need to know you're serious and that we both actually want the same things. So, tell me Ms. Sharp, what is it you really want? What are you actually thinking about while I am giving my lectures? Be as honest and… detailed as you can. I will judge if you can be released from my class." His facial expression shifted, wiping away his impeccable poker face, a mischievous smile forming on his stern muzzle.
“I… well…" Rebecca stammered, blushing as every one of her fantasies hit her mind all at once. “I think about what you would look like, without your clothes... What you would… um, smell like. What you would…" She hesitated a moment longer, blushing deeply. “taste like…"
“Which parts of me? Be specific." Mr. Lowe instructed.
“Your Muzzle…" She began. “Your chest… your belly…" Rebecca fidgeted in place, nervously, even though she knew this was what he wanted her to say, it was still daunting to actually say such things out loud after having kept them to yourself for so long. “Your balls… Your cock." She finally admitted, trembling from a mix of fear and excitement. “Any part of you, really, every inch is worthy of my worship."
Mr. Lowe's eyes widened ever so slightly, his smile growing just a little wider… “You sound like someone in need of a strong, guiding hand." The lion asserted. “Is that what I am in your mind? A dominant presence, there to tell you what to do?"
She nodded. At this rate Rebecca was fairly sure she would soak through her panties and jeans before long. “Y-yes. In my mind, you're very dominant. In my fantasies you use me whenever and wherever you please. I never complain though, I am always happy to serve…"
Mr. Lowe sat back in his seat. “My word, so eager to fulfill whatever I want. A woman like that is every man's dream. But what do you want? What one singular thing comes up more than the others when you are spacing out in my class?"
“I… I want to have your babies." Rebecca blurted out.
The lion's grin widened noticeably after she finally admitted the truth.
“Goodness gracious. You don't mince words, do you Ms. Sharp? You make a compelling argument, but this is only one half of your oral exam." Mr. Lowe slid his chair backwards, spreading his legs as he reached down and began to undo his belt. “I think you know what comes next. You can't expect me to drive home in this state, can you?"
Rebecca's eyes flicked down, looking over his desk to see a tent in his slacks.
“Of course not, sir!" Rebecca hurried around his desk, getting on her knees between his legs.
Mr. Lowe laughed a little at the sight, he rushed to get on her knees for him, like a dog eager to receive a treat…
Rebecca watched intently as he slowly and deliberately undid his pants, finally pulling his hard cock free from their confines. As soon as his rigid length was free, the raccoon leaned in, pressing her muzzle against it as her tongue slid out.
She ran her tongue along the length several times, coating it with her spit before stopping at the tip. She took his cockhead into her mouth, running her tongue in circles around it, feeling it throb and twitch from her efforts. She moaned softly when a drop of pre-cum hit her tongue, then began to take him deeper into her ravenous maw.
“My my. Someone is eager to impress. I never knew you to be such an overachiever." The lion placed a strong hand on the back of her head as she slid deeper down on his length.
Rebecca began to gag around his thick cock, starting to realize she may have overestimated her capabilities. But she was determined to take him to the base, not just to impress him, but because she desperately needed all of the lion's cock inside her throat.
The raccoon struggled, but eventually, her snout pressed into the tuft of gray fur just above his sheath.
“Very good, not many girls can do that on their first attempt." Mr. Lowe said, his voice only a little shaky.
His words sent a shiver through Rebecca's body. His approval was addictive…
She began to bob her head along the length of his fleshy rod, taking a few shallow back and forth motions before withdrawing just far enough to take a breath through her nose, before sinking right back down.
She kept repeating this, keeping his cock in the tight confines of her throat as long as her breath would allow, letting the rumble of her deep moans massage his member. Soft grunts and groans from the gruff older man told her she was doing something right.
“You're getting me close… make sure to swallow all of it. We can't be making a mess here." The lion's voice was even shakier now as he drew near to his limit.
She didn't need to be told twice to drink down all of his cum. Rebecca doubled her efforts, moving her head more rapidly than before and doing her best to drive him over the edge even as her own efforts began to make her gag.
With a loud grunt and a reflexive upwards thrust, Mr. Lowe's cock throbbed and began spilling seed straight down her throat. Rebecca pulled back but kept the tip of his cock in her mouth, her lips forming a seal as she was eager to taste the lion's seed directly on her tongue. Salty, musky, slightly bitter, she moaned at the taste, savoring it before swallowing it down eagerly.
When he finished, she used her tongue to make sure his cock was completely cleaned off before pulling away, a small strand of spit still connecting her to his slowly softening cock.
Mr. Lowe then began to put himself away and button his pants.
“So, that's what you're like when you really apply yourself." he mused. “I think you've found your true calling, you definitely seem more passionate about it than my class. Very well, I accept your resignation."
He reached over, grabbing a pen and writing something on a stack of sticky notes on his desk, ripping off the note and handing it to Rebecca.
“Be there at eight o' clock. Dress comfortably."
She looked at the note, it was an address. Rebecca looked up at Mr. Lowe and smiled. “Yes, sir!"
The lion smiled back, rising from his seat and escorting the raccoon out of his class before going their separate ways.
It was seven-fifty-five as Rebecca walked up to the front door of a rather impressive house on the edge of town. She was dressed in a simple black dress, breathable, titillating with how much fur it showed, easy to get on… and off. She raised her hand to knock but before she could the door swung open.
A well dressed tigress with a resting bitch face stared down at her. Or maybe that expression was on purpose?
“So you're the one here to fuck my husband." She sneered, looking Rebecca over. “Pretty, desperate, young enough to be his granddaughter. That's his type now, huh?"
Rebecca stood there awkwardly, unsure how to react.
“Not sure what you see in a lech like my soon-to-be ex husband, but to each their own I guess. Just don't let him boss you around, he's terrible at it. There's snacks in the cupboard by the fridge if you get hungry." The tigress said, before walking past Rebecca and towards a parked sedan.
Rebecca stood there for a few moments, a little stunned by the encounter. She thought about her words, who really could boss around a woman like that?
“Ignore her." Mr. Lowe's voice caught Rebecca off guard as she turned to see him in the foyer.
The lion had taken off his jacket and waistcoat but was still wearing his white dress shirt, a couple buttons undone so his gray chest fluff was partly sticking out.
“Come on in, Rebecca, make yourself at home." he said, beckoning her inside.
“Yes, sir!" Rebecca walked in as he shut the door behind them before leading her into his living room.
“You aren't my student anymore, you don't have to call me sir. You may call me Bartholomew." He explained as they walked.
“If it's okay with you, I like calling you sir." Rebecca admitted.
The older feline smiled. “Very well."
“So uh, what did you have planned for tonight?" Rebecca asked.
“Hm? Dinner and a movie is the traditional first date, but I'd say our coming together is anything but traditional. Plus, I highly doubt you could sit through a film in your current state." Mr. Lowe rationalized.
Rebecca laughed a little. “I guess not." Being in heat was not conducive to sitting still for two to three hours…
“As for dinner, being perfectly honest, tonight I find my appetites… elsewhere." there was a glint in his eyes, a look that reminded Rebecca of a lion's predatory nature. “I figured a quiet night in was best, I could help you with your heat and you… could help me with my appetite. That's what you really wanted, isn't it?"
Rebecca swallowed, nodding. “Y-yes sir, it is." she said, blushing.
“Good girl. Now, strip. I want to see all of you." he commanded.
Trembling, Rebecca slipped her arms from her dress and began to pull herself out from the garment. Even with shaky hands it took her no time at all to loosen it and for it to fall to the floor. She felt a pang of embarrassment at her lack of underwear, that despite what he just said, that she might be the one coming on too strong. Showing just how much of a needy slut she really was.
But her desperation for his dick was once again having the opposite effect. His grin widened and he stepped closer, grabbing the raccoon's bubble butt and giving it a firm squeeze, before using his other hand to do the same with her ample breast. Groping her body, like he was appraising her or just to prove that he could for that rush of masculinity it gave him to have unrestricted access to a younger woman's body.
“Very nice." he growled. Pleased with her young body. “I can see why you fantasize about having my children."
Rebecca cocked her head. “Really?" she asked.
Mr. Lowe nodded “Your body is built for motherhood, it's just telling you what it wants. Don't worry, I'll give your body what it needs so badly."
A shiver went down Rebecca's spine, the wetness between her legs soaking the fur around her sex.
“But first… I must pay you back for earlier. Lay down on the couch, spread your legs for me."
Eagerly Rebecca sat down and laid back on the plush, luxurious couch, spreading her legs and exposing her wet, needy pussy to the older male.
Mr. Lowe began unbuttoning his shirt one by one, each exposing more and more of his chest. His mane went all the way around his head, covering his chest in fluffy gray fur that trailed down to his belly.
Right around his belly button, that patch of gray fur started again, trailing further down below the belt of his pants, naturally guiding one's eye to the ultimate prize.
With his shirt off, her former teacher joined Rebecca on the couch, climbing atop her as he brought his face to meet hers. Without much warning he pressed his muzzle against her own, tongue slipping into the younger woman's mouth as he engaged her in a deep, passionate kiss.
Rebecca moaned and whimpered softly while he growled and groaned. Soon he broke the kiss, staring into her purple eyes for a few moments, tracing his fingers over the stripe of violet hair over her left side before sliding his body further down. Past her ample tits and flat tummy, until his face was level with her heat-ravaged sex.
His tongue immediately got to work, gently teasing her nether lips and working her clit. There were no wasted motions, he let his decades of experience be known. Every touch and tease sent jolts of pleasure through the raccoon's body, causing her to tense and moan. Just as she had earlier by taking his entire cock in her throat, he was flexing, showing off to impress her…
When his teasing ended and he began fully eating her out, pressing his face against her mound, delving deep with his tongue, the younger inexperienced female didn't stand a chance. She writhed and squirmed, thrashing as her moans became howls of pleasure until finally, she was pushed over the edge and cumming harder than she ever had before from a man's tongue.
Mr. Lowe backed off and stood back up, breathing heavily as he loomed over Rebecca. It took her a moment to realize he wasn't catching his breath, he hadn't been down there long enough to need to. He had been between her legs, where the scent of her heat was strongest… he was intoxicated by it.
His belt came off, then he began to remove his pants entirely. A tent once again pitched in his underwear as he slid them off too, treating Rebecca to another sight of his throbbing, glorious cock.
“You sure you're ready for this?" he asked, his voice noticeably deeper. “Fantasy is one thing, but once I get started… I highly doubt I'll be capable of pulling out. So if you don't think you're actually ready to be a mom… you better tell me now."
That was a question that Rebecca had been asking herself all day. But ultimately she always came to the same conclusion. She didn't care. She was willing to accept the consequences, but she was not willing to pass up the opportunity. The thought of him losing control on top of her, rutting like a wild beast…
“I am sure. I want you to father your children with me." She reassured him.
He nodded and grunted. Just like that, he was atop her again, this time frantically lining up his cock with her well lubricated entrance. The impatient way he was positioning to penetrate her was uncharacteristic of him, her heat must be affecting him quite a bit…
Suddenly, a sharp thrust of his hips and several inches of his thick cock was buried inside of her. Rebecca cried out as she was spread wide open while Mr. Lowe gave a groan of relief and satisfaction.
“Mmf… you're tight." he grunted out.
“I-I can take it. Go deeper." Rebecca grunted back in turn.
Needing little encouragement, Mr. Lowe did just that, driving his hips forward, burying his cock deeper within the needy, fertile female.
Compulsively, Rebecca wrapped her legs around the lion, obsessively ensuring he would keep his word and fertilize her womb when the time came. She squeezed, forcing him forward, making him bury those last few inches within her pussy.
“You really are desperate to be knocked up, aren't you?" the lion huffed out. “Don't worry, I'll give you what you want, I'll give you as many cubs as your womb can bear."
He began rocking his hips back and forth. The time for foreplay and warming up was over and he wasted no time building into a rough pace that had the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing through the room.
Rebecca moaned out with every thrust, she wrapped her arms around his chest and held on for the ride. His huge cock felt amazing within her, the culmination of her every fantasy playing out for real.
“Yes! Please! I want to get pregnant and have your babies over and over! I will be a better wife than she ever was! I'll drain your balls every single day!" Rebecca cried out, losing herself in the pleasure, her previously unspoken thoughts that she was keeping to herself streaming out of her mouth.
After hearing her words, Mr. Lowe's pace became even more frantic, enough that he was likely to leave the poor raccoon's thighs bruised in the morning. Not that she was going to complain.
As he roughly hammered into her, pleasure continued to mount. Building up within the raccoon like a constantly rising pressure. Her moans grew sharper, becoming high pitched whines of pure bliss. Then, like a vessel that could simply no longer handle the stress caused by its contents, she exploded, screaming out as her pussy clenched down on his invading member, cumming hard.
His powerful thrusts didn't relent, forbidding her from coming down from such a peak. He kept going for a few moments more, a rumbling building in his throat as he growled and snarled atop her, before finally letting loose with a mighty roar.
Rebecca, completely lost in the euphoria of her own orgasm, wasn't able to think. Her body was acting on pure reflex and instinct. Her legs tightened their grip, ensuring he wouldn't be able to pull out in time, not that he ever attempted to.
He buried himself as deep as he could go, ensuring his seed made it directly into Rebecca's waiting womb. Hot jets of sticky cum flooding the younger woman's fertile depths, filling her to the brim with virile seed full of eager swimmers seeking out their ultimate goal. Then, as it concluded, he went limp, laying atop the younger woman.
The two laid there wordlessly, catching their breaths and holding each other in their arms. Exhausted, they slowly drifted off to sleep.
When Rebecca opened her eyes, several hours had passed and her face was nuzzled into his chest. She slowly untangled herself from the lion's grip, his member having gone soft some time ago.
She got up on unsteady legs and smiled as she rubbed just below her tummy, right atop her womb. After taking a few moments to appreciate the life that may soon be growing within her, Rebecca's mind turned elsewhere as she began to limp her way to the kitchen, eyes immediately drawn to the snack cupboard beside the fridge…