Deep Desires- A Gray Muzzle Story
Deep Desires A Gray Muzzle Story.
Story note: This was a fan request by DecafJava. The character Sayla Vi is his, and is used with his permission.
Sayla Vi turned the key in the front door lock, and pushed the front door open. Reaching in the box by the door, she grabbed the days mail, and flipped through it, before tossing it on the coffee table. She sniffed the air. The sell of fried food. Sayla wiggled out of her waitress uniform, and headed for the shower.
Sayla waited tables at one of the more popular diners just outside of town. Hard working and popular, she made a good living doing what she did. Not that she liked it. The long hours, and hard work were not second nature for a young, playful ferret anthro. But it did allow a decent living. Mostly, it allowed her the modest brick house where she lived. Best of all, there was a pool. Sayla loved the pool. When she was not at work, you'd find Sayla out back, in, on, or around the pool.
She dropped her little pink panties to the floor, and stepped into the steaming shower. For some time, she stood still, letting the hot water cascade over her. It felt so good to be wet and naked. Sayla hated clothes. She understood that the conventions of human society demanded them, but she still found them at odds with her Ferret nature. Most days, as soon as she got home, she stripped immediately, preferring to walk around in the nude, save perhaps a necklace or bracelet. Sayla wore jewelry a lot; Ferrets love shiny things. With her naked body so adorned, she felt happy, and at peace.
Sayla stretched in the sunlight of her bedroom. The bright sunshine showed her light fur to perfection. Her big eyes, and dark mask gave her somewhat the air of mystery. Her body was tight and compact, yet soft and round in all the right places. The unruly shock of hair on her head gave her a slightly 'punk' vibe. Casually, Sayla rummaged through her dresser drawer, finally selecting a little pink bikini, with a tie top and bottom. She considered it for a moment, then threw the top back in the drawer. She pulled the tiny bottom snug on her shapely hips, then tied it in place. She admired herself in the mirror. Right style, right color, and just snug enough to show her ass crack, and the cleave of her sex.
Sayla walked outside to the backyard. Pausing on the edge of the pool, she paused, and dove in. How good the cool water felt on the ninety degree day! After swimming around a bit, She found a nice pool jet, and nestled over it, the water stimulating her sex. You see, Sayla was in heat. It had arrived last night, playing it's usual havoc in her life. She put up with it all through the work day, tolerable only by the thoughts of home, and her release. And now was that moment. She smiled softly, as the water jet pressed on her sex. Anxious for more, she fished around, and pulled her sex free of the confining swimsuit. Now exposed, she aimed the jet right at her clit. It was so perfect. Sayla closed her eyes, waiting for the blessed relief to come, when...
Nothing.......
Sayla looked down. The pool had crapped out. Again. Forgetting temporarily about her plight, she slipped out of the pool, and tromped over to the chaise, and grabbed her cel phone off the poolside table. The pool sevice was on speed dial.
"Pools 'R' Us? Sayla Vi. It did it...again! I need some on over here- NOW!"
Sayla put the phone down, more mad than aroused. She lay belly down on the chaise, unfastening the sides of her bikini bottom. In the warm sun, she took a nap. Some time later, she was roused by a person's voice....
"Pool service!"
"God" she thought "Maybe the day isn't completely wasted."
Truth is, Sayla had lots of problems with the old pool motor. It really needed replacement, but there was no money for that right now. So, she made do. Her regular pool person was Mr. Santinelli, an older Italian gentleman who was very pleasant. Pleasant, yes, but old, henpecked, and, frankly as sexy as the pump motor itself. Sayla tended to ignore Mr. Santinelli, as he went about his business.
"Here for the pool ma'am" the voice reiterated
Sayla didn't recognize it, but she just pointed the way, and went back to sleep. After a time, the pool man returned.
"Ma'am?
Sayla flipped over to talk to him. The pool man today was not Mr. Santinelli. Sayla gazed at a young human male, shirtless, He had long blonde hair, and a killer tan. He was shirtless, and had a curious bulge in the front of his tight red shorts. Sayla had no idea how long he'd stood there, or how long she took to wake. It was then that Sayla realized that when she flipped over, her untied bottom had dropped between her legs, leaving her sex totally exposed to his view. The young Adonis stood there, not speaking. To her surprise, Sayla made no effort at modesty. Finaly, the long man spoke.
"Uh, I got it up...." He laughed at his own bad choice of words."I mean, the pool pump. It will pump a while longer....."
Sayla realized his gaze had not left her sex. Sayla's gaze had not lft his bulge.
"Uh, is there anything else I can do? No charge of course. I'm sorry you were inconvenience."
Sayla was surprised at what she did next. She leaned forward, and popped the top button of his shorts. She paused, waiting for resistance that never came. Sayla continued on, undoing his zipper, then letting his scanty shorts drop to the pool deck. With the young man's shorts gone, his maleness tumbled out. He was at least eight, maybe nine inches, and fully erect. Sayla took his member, and rubbed it tenderly in her furry paws. Covering her sharp front teeth, Sayla took his penis in her Ferret mouth. Sayla loved the young man's salty taste. She licked and sucked at his organ eagerly. Looking up, she could see the her young lover had closed his eyes, into the pleasure that she gave.
Pleasant as it was, though, Sayla had another agenda. Sayla's mate, though a good friend , was not a passionate lover. Their liasons tended to be swift and unsatifying. And Sayla wanted, needed more. For years now, she had been hounded by this need to breed, to be impregnated, to bear young. Now, Sayla felt that this was her moment. Gently releasing his organ, Sayla nestled her head down in the chaise, and presented her sex for mating. Her flagging tail disclosed her clear intention. For a moment, he hesitated...
"But, I don't, uh .....protection...."
Sayla's look told him not to worry. Carefully, the beautiful young blonde guided his penis between the folds of her Ferret sex. Sayla never remembered such a feeling of fullness in her vagina. Each thrust moved Sayla with her young lover. His hands on her hips, the size of his organ meant that he bottomed up against Sayla's cervix. When she sensed an impending orgasm, Sayla leaned back, and rubbed her clit, using the dripping cum and her own moisture to lubricate her to a satisfying orgasm. Sayla fet the young stud's cock pulsing, again and again, his hot semen draining into her wating uterous. The sperm warmed her, pooling warm and comforting deep inside her. Sayla took the young man and kissed him, after which he licked his own cum from her light fur. He then spoke:
"Ma'am? I've got a bunch of other appointments.."
Sayla smiled and nodded. She understood.
"But I'll be glad to come back!"
A few days later, Sayla got a call from the pool service. It was a customer service survey.
"No, not at all. I was COMPLETELY satisfied..."
Sayla sat there, rubbing her fertile belly gently. Yes, she thought; a service I can recommend completely......