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No wind and barely any light, the spot behind the convenience store was very quiet. With hardly any light the young girl felt rather alone, just standing with her back against the cool concrete wall of the building. Seeming incredibly out of place, the small vixen, still in grade school, waiting for the arrival of one individual in particular.

The night had stretched on for quite a while, the sun having gone down a couple hours ago. She didn't have a phone, and so she fiddled with her own paws and tried to keep her mind busy with idle thoughts. She gave a soft sigh and a soft shake of her head. This wasn't the first time she had done something like this, and certainly not the last. She stood at just under five feet tall she seemed like a pretty average cub without a care in the world.

Except her life hadn't exactly been the most fair, but then again, whose was? She needed the money and she had a talent, two things that were quite the coincidence. She was a vixen, her small form adorned with orange, lush fur that was well kept. She wore a green T-shirt with an obscure band logo on it and a dark blue skirt that hung past her knees, still average for anyone that was looking her over. It certainly wasn't the sight that a certain buck was expecting when he rounded the corner of the building to find his particular sexual partner for the evening was the same age as his own daughters.

The girl glanced up at the male and smirked to herself. "You must be Cal, right?" she asked and pushed away from the wall. The buck seemed to take a step back and look around as if he thought that he had just stepped into a trap and was about to be jumped by police or gang members. It wasn't exactly the safest part of town to begin with and this entire situation was completely foreign to him.

"Uhhhh," he mumbled and brought his hands up in a sign of surrender. "I don't want any trouble here," he admitted. He was the complete opposite of the young vixen of course, at least forty years old, fit, and likely married. He had a light brown overcoat and a pure white undercoat, like most white tailed deer had. He was quite a bit taller than her, a full ten point rack of antlers were above his head. He was in a pretty simple white button up shirt and blue jeans secured by a brown belt. He came off like he had just gotten done with work. Maybe he did. It wasn't her place to really care.

"Calm down," she laughed and began to walk closer to him. "You're not in any trouble, everything is fine," she said, trying her best to be reassuring, "I'm Rose, by the way."

"Raymond didn't tell me I'd be meeting an actual little girl though," the buck explained and continued to look behind him and at each side.

"Come on, Carl, you've got a cub fetish, I'm a cub, we can still do this," she explained and folded her arms over her flat chest. The adult swallowed hard and seemed to relax a little bit before he stepped a little closer, clearly his desires were in control of his actions at the moment.

"All right, fine then," he mumbled and began to undo his belt.

"Fifty bucks," the vixen girl said with a grin and held her paw out to him. The buck glanced at her and froze with a confused expression on his face but after a moment he seemed to realize what she meant and dug in his pocket for a moment. He pulled out a small wad of cash and went about unfolding a few bills and handed them over to her. She made sure the give a quick count of the crumpled notes and determining that it was certainly fifty. She pushed the money into a pocket on her skirt and winked at him. "I'm only doing a blow job tonight, Carl," She explained.

"I know, that's all I want," he mumbled as the clasp of his buckle came undone along with the front of his pants. He pushed them down to his mid thigh and shifted enough to produce his full sheath from behind a pair of black boxers. Rose murred to herself and moved closer, both paws reaching to gently grasp at his sheath and begin to stroke over its size. He was rather large, bigger than others of his kind that she had played with in the past.

"Want me to call you daddy?" she asked and began to slowly pull back on his furred pouch, the first inch of his pink cock being revealed.

"No way," he said with a grunt and grimace. "You already remind me of my kids, no need to make things weirder," he mentioned and gasped as she chanced an exploratory lick against the tip of his member.

"No problem, some like it though. Thought I'd ask," she explained and began to gently push and pull at his sheath in a rubbing manner. A few more inches began to be revealed, the surface of his length covered in a layer of his own liquid musk, and it was a rather strong odor for her. Her nose wrinkled some but she found the aroma to be rather intoxicating.

"What's your kids' names? Maybe I know 'em," she teased and pushed her mouth back around the growing dick, its size starting to be fully realized the more attention she would give it with her tongue. One of her paws worked to keep peeling back the sheath while the other dug into the dark fabric of his underwear and cupped both of his impressively sized balls.

"Not a, ah!" he gasped and shivered as her small tongue traveled up the entire twelve inch length of his dick. "Chance..." he whispered and began to let his eyes drift closed. Shame, she thought and smiled deviously to herself. She enjoyed the weight of his orbs, it told her that they were full and ready to burst. Half of the enjoyment of fucking older men was the incredible release they often gave, the cash was just the icing on the cake.

She grasped his member with both paws and began to stroke it up and down while she held the tip in her mouth. Tongue swirling actions drew pre-cum from the tip, which she was happy to gulp down as it would often overwhelm her prepubescent maw. She had gotten his dick nice and slick with her saliva, each time she drew her paws down his girth it would make a sticky wet sound. She moaned and murred, her mouth vibrating and causing a few extra jolts of pleasure to run through the buck's hips.

She chanced a glance up at him and saw that he was off in his own world. His head was tilted back and his mouth hung loosely open. He was silent for the most part, save for a low moan or groan that would escape whenever her expert tongue would cross some particularly sensitive spot on his member. She had to admit, his cock was pretty fun to play with and much more pleasantly tasting than others she'd sucked on. He at least showered and kept up on his grooming!

After a few moments she decided she needed to make things a bit more serious. She planted both paws at his member's base and began to try and take as much of his length into her mouth. She didn't get far before she began to gag. Her eyes watered and she whimpered as he tried to swallow down on his rather large dick. She wanted to get better at deep throating and this was clearly the best way.

She had begun to draw back to take a breath but found that her patron's hands had taken a hold of the back of her head and weren't letting go. She gagged again in surprise and found his cock being fed back down her throat. She tried to scream but it all came out in ragged whimpers and coughs. She couldn't breath and despite her struggles it didn't seem like that was going to stop any time soon. She pressed her paws to his thighs and pushed but he was quickly overwhelming her much smaller form.

Suddenly the pressure on the back of her head let up and she pulled her mouth off from his dick, a gush of mixed saliva and pre-cum splashed from her mouth and coated his prick thickly. It rolled from over her chin and down over her shirt as she gasped for air, eyes wide and she stared up at the buck. She was about to scream and curse at him but before a single word could come from between her breaths, that hard cock was forced into her mouth again. She squealed and struggled to pull back but her throat was forced to accept his girth once more.

As she battled, her throat worked and flexed around his member like a pro, something that she certainly didn't mean to happen. His hips began to work and rut as he held her head in place. Her mouth clamped around his rock solid meat and even as she tried to bite at him she found that his dick did well to wedge her jaw open and she couldn't get the strength she needed. In all, she was forced to endure the throat fucking.

She wined and sobbed, gasping for air at any opportunity that would present itself. Her cheeks were damp with tears as she was openly crying from the brutal assault on her mouth. She didn't want to do this anymore! She whined and pushed hard at his hips but that only seemed to egg him on.

He was grunting and moaning out, her maw nothing more than an orifice to fuck. She drooled a slurry of their mixed juices to the ground and her shirt, so much that her clothing was becoming soaked. He was surprisingly strong she found, her head in such a vice that she couldn't move and turn away in the slightest, not even as she brought her paws up and tried to pry his fingers away. Her eyes began to roll up and into the back of her head, mouth hanging open as she began to give up.

The assault on throat was a painful one that was rapidly tiring her out. She dedicated most of her fighting to taking ragged breaths of air between hard pumps of his hips. It seemed like she was being forced to practice deep throating. Each time he would push in she'd find that a little more was being pushed in. She was already taking more than half of his dick, far more than she had ever taken in the past.

Every once in a while she felt her vision become dark under the relentless attack, but just before she would pass out his cock would pull back just enough to give her some air. She cried and howled as hard as she could during these moments but they came out as soft sobs. Whatever assault he had subjected her to turned out to be a hidden fetish that she hadn't known about. Her body was becoming sore from the constant shaking and almost going limp whenever she was close to losing consciousness.

Why the hell did he have to have such a incredible endurance? She could tell he was getting close as he subjected her to harder and harder treatments. After a few minutes she had begun to finally take his entire dick into her mouth, her maw held as wide as it would go as she would kiss his pelvis. She could swear the tip of his cock had to be in her stomach, she could feel it pulse inside of her chest.

What seemed like an hour of rigorous pummeling by deer cock there did finally come an end. Amid a time that he had forced every last inch of himself into her throat he gave a grunt and grit his teeth. Her eyes were rolling back again and she was about to pass out but the hot blast of his thick cum seemed to jolt her back awake. She could feel the thick semen splash down into her belly like she had locked her lips around the kitchen faucet and turned the handle all the way over. She tried to scream but of course it was completely muffled.

The sheer volume of his eruption was insane to say the least. She was forced to swallow down so much that she feared her stomach may burst. Just one more thing to add to her fears, along side suffocating to death. He gave a few extra hard humps that shoved her nose hard into his pelvis, painfully so. When he did finally decide to pull back his dick still spewed the hot seed latent mixture all the while coming up. The result was her throat and esophagus getting splashed with the salty mixture. When it got up high enough she found there was a blast of his seed that came trailing out of her nose and soaked the front of her lips.

She sputtered and coughed while trying to gasp for air. When the tip pulled from her mouth it left her little tongue swimming in a pool of his seed but the rest of the contents of his balls sprayed across her face and clung to her fur. He released the back of her head and she dropped down to her paws, hacking up mouth fulls of his cum to the ground. She cried and sobbed silently as the semen was swallowed back down, her stomach bulge visible as she had been literally filled with his viscous gift.

As she tried to recover the buck smirked down at the painted vixen and took his time with fitting his slowly shrinking cock back into his pants and doing them back up. "Well, it's been fun, cutie," she said after a couple more seconds of watching her try to recover. "We'll keep in touch okay?" he said and offered a rather off putting and creepy grin. She wanted to snap and scream at him, to do anything that would do him harm but her body was so warn down that there was little she could manage.

The best thing she could do at the moment was given an incredibly hard glare. Her watery, red eyes narrowed, despite the ropes of cum that were dripping from her abused mouth and face. She tried to wipe at her lips with the back of her paw but a sudden nauseous feeling hit her hard and she ended up vomiting the entire cum laden contents of her stomach all across the ground. As she heaved the buck gave a laugh and waved goodbye as he walked away, a gesture she was barely able to make out between coughs and sputters.

It seemed like another eternity ticked by before she was finally able to stand up and compose herself. A lot of the semen dried on her face and in her fur, and her shirt and skirt were absolutely ruined. There was no doubt she was going to smell like deer musk for a week. After crying a bit about what had just happened she began to make her way towards home, defeated and hurt, but still fifty dollars richer.