Toxic Bear
#1 of First Submission
Toxic Bear
Naomi was just his latest 'fling' Toluene thought. However, she'd been hanging around his apartment more than he cared for. Personally, the polar bear enjoyed solitude, aside from the occasional one night stand. (Which is where this newest leech had come from.) Despite his best efforts to ditch the lioness the following morning, she had insisted that she at least make him breakfast.
"Well... it was one hell of an omelet." He mumbled as he opened the sliding glass door and stalked out onto his balcony. "However," he said in a hushed voice, "her omelet-making abilities don't make her special." The six foot four bear was slender enough to be silent as he crept up on his prey. The victim this afternoon was Naomi as she lay naked on her stomach in an expensive reclining lawn chair on Toluene's urban balcony.
With amazing stealth, Toluene was able to slink to the foot of the lioness' chair while remaining unheard. He then equally quietly straddled the lounge chair, his legs barely missing Naomi's. Then with the careful placement of his massive hands, he cupped her shoulders in an assertive, authoritative manner, eliciting a slight gasp as the lioness awoke.
"Shh," he whispered, his muzzle against her ear, "I'm gonna take care of you." As he spoke, Toluene's hands moved slowly across Naomi's bare back, each finger pressing in equally firmly as they danced towards his raised palms. He alternated between this motion, and massaging big circles with the second joint of his thumbs for a few minutes.
During this time, he managed to remove the towel that had been previously situated on his hips, leaving his growing member out in the open. The polar bear also changed the modus operandi of his hands, now caressing the tawny body beneath him, of course focusing on his favorite parts. He started at her elbows, moving his fingertips in a pulling, downward motion towards her shoulders where they travelled southward further, sliding against her beautiful waist and hips. As his hands stroked her narrow waist, Toluene thought about how much he admired it, especially when accompanied by a nice set of hips and grabbable ass.
Once his hands had danced their way down to Naomi's butt, he gave it a firm squeeze; again he was rewarded with a moan different from the usual track. Now, Toluene was on his way to the foot of the chair, lowering himself to his knees and spreading Naomi's legs. This angle gave him the wonderful and unique view that exposed a woman's clitoris and anus, two of Toluene's favorite things to lick. As soon as her legs were spread, Toluene started to lick Naomi's clit, focusing on using pressure and frequency to his benefit, creating the best results.
To add to his victim's bliss, Toluene resumed his massaging while his muzzle was buried deep against her twat. He firmly grasped her ass, turning his hands as they carefully kneaded into her muscles. Following his brief stent with her clit, Toluene moved up to her ass, biting her left cheek playfully. The action caused another interruption in the pace of Naomi's moans, this time in a shocked squeal. But Toluene didn't stay away from work long- soon he was back to licking, this time he licked Naomi's tailhole. The first lick was long, slow, and deliberately forceful in an attempt to get Naomi moaning more; it worked.
A minute or two into this routine of licking and massaging and the lioness was nothing more than a pile of moaning fur, she had ceased to be surprised by errant bites or gropes, and only on occasion would she exchange a moan for a long, shaky gasp. Toluene smiled as he gently probed his tongue inside her, he loved to make a woman moan. And with one last kiss, he was done, quickly standing up and re-straddling the chair. Before Naomi had hardly any time to react, Toluene had spat on her ass and resumed the position he held while rubbing her shoulders and back. At the same time, he lowered himself further, placing his now erect cock on the crevice between the lioness's cheeks, thrusting gently.
The tip of Toluene's eight inch member could touch the base of Naomi's tail while his balls pressed against her throbbing cunt. He used this length to his advantage, grinding it against her ass and sliding it forward, making the otherwise comatose lioness's breathing become shaky. He knew that this level of teasing was absolutely driving the girl wild, which is why he did nothing more. In addition to hearing her arousal, Toluene loved to tease. He quickened his pace from a slow grind to that of a regular fuck, keeping the pressure the same. Having his cock encompassed by Naomi's fur and warm ass was almost enough to drive him over the edge. In addition, hearing her moan and denying her any relief would drive Toluene over, though. As he readied his climax, he stopped his massaging and braced his arms on the chair on either side of Naomi's head.
When Toluene reached his climax, he pulled back and stood up, replacing Naomi's cheeks with his hand to finish the job. He pumped his fist along his cock rapidly towards orgasm. Knowing that his climax was imminent, Toluene tightened his abs and waited, stalling it as long as he could before it erupted. When it did, he shot three concentrated shots, each accompanied by its own wave of dizzying pleasure.
After he stopped shaking following his orgasm, Toluene opened his tightly shut eyes and let go of his now semi-flaccid cock, still drooling cum. He paid no attention to Naomi, her cum soaked back or her whining pleas for pleasure. Toluene simply grabbed his towel and walked back through the open glass door, "How about you make me an omelet? I'm starving." He cooed cynically.