Tina's Story Chapter 67 Fennecs in Paradise- A Gray Muzzle Story
Tina's Story Chapter 67-A Fennec in Paradise- A Gray Muzzle Story
Gray here. We talked a while back, remember? I told you about my run in with a rather interesting 'fan'. Later, I shared my first night with Nina, a barmaid at the Rusty Scupper.
That was years ago. Can it really be? Yeah, I guess so. Maybe six, seven, years ago. Forever. Life has changed a lot since then. I was a starving artist. Lived in an upstairs walkup rental. Sold my art for pennies, so I could write. I still write. Now, I can write when I feel like it. Same with my art. I've got a nice studio. I can still see the ocean from my drawing board. Now, I don't wake up in the middle of the night, when the two guys down stairs come in drunk, and start getting it on.
You see, life changed, at least for me. About the time the Rusty Scupper closed, I heard from my fan again. She was looking for me to do private commissions. And she was to be my sole customer. Or patron, if you will. Sure, I thought about it. About ten minutes, to be exact. So, I moved in. The big, white plantation house on the water. Actually, the deal was for more than art. More like 'personal services.' When I moved in, from the first day, I shared a bed with the white Lynx.
The white Lynx. Ah, now there's a topic for an entire evening's conversation. She was a stunner. She was...is...older than me, in fact a fair bit. Not that you could tell, though. The years have been kind to her. What nature didn't take care of, the finest surgeons in the Eastern U.S. did. Pure white fur, little ear tassles, an adorable stump of a tail, a heavenly pussy. You ever experience Lynx pussy? It's like Heaven. White Ermine outside, pink satin inside. And the aroma? There's simply no way to describe it. One sniff of her used panties, and I'm rock hard for a week. She knows how to use it, too. Her love canal should be the envy of women half her age. What amazes me is how she's learned to use it! She could lay back, and milk my fox cock dry without lifting her finger. Damn, she could lift weights with that thing! I joined her in our canubial bed gladly. You may recall, that she had certain, 'preferences'. I really can't deny her those little pleasures. You see, she likes her control. Not just emotional control, I'm talking physical control. Handcuffs. Leather. Gags. Kinky stuff. But I don't have too many reservations. I've got my own closet of kink. So, when I had the chance to become her love slave, boy toy, 'kept' man, I jumped at the chance.....it was perfect.
Perfect, however is a pretty strong word. I can't honestly say that my life is perfect. You see, with all I have, there's something missing. Sadly, I don't love her. No, it's worse than that. Not only does she not love me, I'm not sure she even likes me. She certainly has no respect for me. Frankly, I'm not sure I have any respect for myself, anymore. When you come right down to it, I'm just another one of the help. Granted, I have better 'duties' than say, the gardener. Still, in the end, we get treated about the same way.
Today is a pretty typical day. It's just turned Spring, and it's a balmy seventy five, with a light sea breeze. Warmer in the sun. And, it's sunny. It always is. Since I got up, I've been laying in this chaise by the ocean. There's a large fishing boat. A few Dolphin. Tons of gulls. And me. Sitting on my bushy little Fennec rump, in the lap of luxury.
"Your breakfast, Senior. Buttered muffins, and Champagne in the orange juice, as you like it."
"Thank, Ernesto. That will be all."
"As you wish, Sir.'
"Oh, Hi, Ernesto! Taking care of Gray?"
"Of course, Madame....'
"So how's the cutest little Fennec in the whole wide world?"
It's ten a.m., and she's been drinking, so she's got the drop on me. She always drinks. Not sloppy, or mean, just always buzzed. It's just one of those things that's....tiresome.
She lays down on the chaise, next to me. The first thing she does, is to drop her top. She wears a pink string bikini. I must admit, pink favors her. Before she dropped it, the tiny pink top cradled her a cup breasts. The tiny pink bottom is almost swallowed up in her white fur. Except for the middle. You can see the hottest camel toe in her bottom. With time, it creeps higher and higher into her folds.
"Gray, be a dear..."
She's laying on her stomach, flat out. I know what she wants.
"Sunscreen, dear?" She nods her head.
I take the sunscreen, a pour a dollop in my palm. Sitting astride her thighs, I begin at her shoulders. She smiles, and begins to relax. Murring softly, she smiles, and buries her head in the towel pillow. Slowly, I work my way downward. Carefully.sensuously......shoulder blades...ribs....lower back. When I get to the lower back, she lifts her hips. I slip the panties over her shapely hips, and toss it aside. She lifts her stubby tale. I bend over, and I lick her furry asshole. She reaches back, and spreads her cheeks. I plunge my tongue deeper. She murrs, and wiggles with anticipated sexual excitement. Carefully, I slid a finger into her cunt. She grunts, but takes my finger readily. I massage her clit, while giving her ass a sloppy tongueing. She points at her cunt. I drop my shorts, and enter her. She smiles broadly now. I'm fucking her very slowly. By now, she has a paw underneath her, playing with her self. Withing minutes, she has an orgasm. She gets up, almost dumping me in the process.
"Look at the time! I'm going to meet friends- you don't mind, do you? And Gray, can you pick up the cleaning? You're such a dear!"
And she's off.
I know where she goes. Her needs are such that no one man could satisfy them. She has a 'friend' Maybe two. Or more. Sometimes she comes home, and wants to make love. Late, late at night. From the moment I enter, I can feel it. He's come inside her. I'm slipping and sliding in another guy's cum! But still, she comes back to me. I can get her off, time after time. Fuck 'em. Fuck 'em all! Thinking about that crap has pissed me off. Still, I'm oddly turned on by it all. Well, that, and I've fucked her for forty five minutes, and she wouldn't let me cum!. I jerk off, right there on the chaise, then lay there nude, taking in the sun.
Time floats by. An hour....maybe two. Ernesto brought another drink; I really don't remember, when the phone rings. There's this soft, femine voice on the line...
'Gray?"
"Yeah. Who's this?"
"Nina needs you.."
This stopped me like a brick to the face. Nina. Barmaid at the 'Scupper. The cutest, fluffiest ass this side of Heaven. I took her virginity on what was perhaps the most wonderful night of my life. More than that, she was cute, fun, maybe a little naïve.....
Let me tell you, letting Nina leave was the mistake of my life. When developers bought the 'Scupper, it changed my life. Mostly, though, I was upset about my bar closing. When it did, the people scattered. I never saw Nina again. I see Sarge once in a while, but that's pretty much it. That night was the last night we were together.
"Excuse me, what did you say?"
The voice repeated.
"Nina needs you.'
"What do you mean?" I was almost frantic.
"You have a son. Your son needs you."
"Who ARE you? Where are they?" I demanded.
" Nina and your son need you. "
"Where...where are they?"
"New Jersey."
"New Jersey's a big place. Where?" I was beside myself.
"Check with the DMV"
Then the phone went dead. I sat there, trying to take it all in. Nina. A son! Could it be true? I sat on the edge of the chaise, and rolled a joint, feeling as lost and alone as I've ever felt. And facing this huge question. Alone.