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When I was younger, I wanted to do some good for the world. Of course, back then I didn't really know what doing good by the world meant. I probably wanted to do something drastic and unrealistic. Abolish war. End hunger. Eliminate poverty. Big, crazy aspirations. I guess most kids my age had dreams like that.

That desire to change the word stuck with me. As I grew older, I realized that there were other variables that I needed to take into account. There was the question of time and money. How I'd go about making a positive change. I had to take into account my own limitations that I grew to further understand as I got older.

I knew I wasn't going to make drastic world shifting changes, but that didn't mean I couldn't make people happy. I found my happiness came from bringing joy to others. If I could do that for them, then I could be happy for myself. Seemed simple enough. I just didn't know how to go about doing it.

We all had our little secrets. Sometimes, the best kept secrets were our most carnal desires. I don't really know how I stumbled into this line of work. It's like I woke up one day, and in the snap of a finger, I was tending to the needs of strangers in their homes. I didn't exactly question it, which probably says a lot about me as a person, but that doesn't mean it didn't take me a while to embrace these new changes.

I did eventually learn to enjoy the job through its highs and lows. In fact, I came to love doing what I did. I made others happy. Many didn't show it, but that was alright. I knew, deep down, I'd managed to fulfil some form of desire they normally wouldn't be able to get. That was enough for me.

Here I was again, standing just outside the house of another complete stranger. No. That wasn't the right term. She wasn't a stranger any longer. Sure, I didn't know her name, or her age, or where she came from, or what her line of work normally was. I didn't believe that any of those things were necessary to move on from the 'stranger' phase of getting to know somebody. After about three or four meetings, I had their likes and dislikes pinned down pretty nicely.

It was like a dance.

"You got this, Jai." It came out more like a hum to myself as I rang the bell twice. It took the tone of a pleasant melody that echoed throughout the small home. "Do well."

That was all the pep talk I managed to conceive. She was at the door and greeting me with open arms just seconds after I had rang the bell. It was like she'd been standing near the door, just waiting for me to arrive. The thought near enough made me blush as the fox lady pulled me into a tight, motherly embrace.

She made me feel good about my height, even if she still was a couple of inches taller than me. Her heels certainly didn't help. But that just reassured me that my height was more of a species thing rather than my pure bad stroke of genetics. And her fur! Lord, if I thought my own orange coat was soft as silk, hers was something sent down from the heavens. Thick, plush, and so comfortable I could have fallen asleep within her embrace. The world's best living pillow.

The vixen was thick. Large chest, large ass, thick thighs, and a plush stomach. Her rounded face had a friendly and inviting visage, which contrasted with her icy blue eyes that looked like they belonged better as adornments by a frozen lake.

Thin, black rimmed glasses hung precariously at the very tip of her small black button nose, which twitched in near excitement at my arrival. I could only guess that she was just getting back from work. A secretary, maybe? Or a librarian. Something along those lines was my best guess. I knew it didn't matter, but I couldn't help myself at guessing. It was fun.

When she finally pulled back and gave me some room to breathe and compose myself, my brain worked on what by now was second nature. Without thinking, I bowed my body as low as I could go (which was pretty low. I am a little proud of how flexible I can be), hands folded atop one another over my groin, and gave her that special greeting she'd earned.

"Thank you for choosing Male Maid Service." Out the corner of my vision I could see her almost bounding on her toes, silently clapping to my little show. "I hope I'm to your satisfaction."

"Always!" Her first word of the evening, and it couldn't have made me a happier fox. She near enough jumped me for a second time, yet regardless of that, she seemed to restrain herself from doing so. A shame, since I wouldn't mind getting lost in those folds of fur once again. Her ears twitched in slight anticipation. She seemed lost in thought as she stared at me, but her eyes were focused and piercing. They never lost that icy intensity. "I'm so happy you're here today."

She spoke as if she hadn't been the one to book the date. Like I made up when I'd be arriving. It made me smile some more.

"Especially today," continued to hum the vixen, visibly deflating. No, no. That wouldn't do!

I worked out of instinct. It was me this time who pulled her in for a hug. It wasn't exactly something that I had done before, but I took pride in knowing the likes and dislikes of my clients. She wasn't a stranger. I knew what would make her feel better. My arms pulled around her shoulders, fingers spread out wide to cover as much space as possible on her back as I made it my mission to give her the best hug she'd ever experienced. She let out a slight "Meep!" and sighed contently as she returned the gesture twofold.

We stood there at her doorway for minutes. I wasn't going to let go until I knew I'd see a smile on that face. Feeling and intuition. I listened for the beating of her heart and felt for the tension of her muscles and I reacted accordingly.

"I'm happy I'm here too," I whispered lightly, and pulled back. There was that grin I'd been looking for. Her eyes all watery and big and full of surprise and joy. I heaved my black tote bag and slung it over my shoulder. It was heavier today. "We'll make tonight extra special, alright?"

"Thank you, Jai!" She basically bounded on her feet, motioning with her hands for me to follow inside.

It was a nice, two floor home. Cozy and warm. A little big for one person, but she made it seem very well lived in. All around the living room there were books strewn about, all manner of topics and stories. None of them seemed finished, yet none looked untouched either, as if she'd been reading all of them at the same time. I couldn't help but stare for a bit, trying to discern which one she'd used last. It was a hopeless endeavor.

The kitchen connected to the living room through a single small doorway, from which the thick vixen came from. She had to twist herself a bit to fit all the way through. In her arms she carried a silver tray, on which came a pot full of freshly boiled water and a few tea bags of varying flavors. I took my seat on a leather loveseat in the living room, leaning over to nudge the collection of books on the coffee table away so that she could set the tray down.

"Thank you, Hun," she hummed, sitting just beside me on a two-seater. "Oh, this mess. I wish I had the time to clean up a bit." She sighed. "Sorry."

"It's okay!" I reached out before she could even say something else, pouring out water on two different cups. "Lemongrass of lavender?" I'd already started setting a lemongrass teabag into her cup before she had replied.

"Lemongrass, thank you." She took the cup off my hands and slowly dipped the bag into the water over and over again. "So, tell me, Jai." That child-like glee was there again. "What's in store for us today?"

"Today?" I'd poured myself a cup of lavender. I'd never been a big fan of tea, actually. I found it made my nose itch. That included iced tea too. But I dared not argue with the vixen. That smile could convince the worst person in the world to change their ways for the better. "Oh, well, you know." I smirked behind my cup, taking a calculated sip, already feeling its effects on my poor sensitive nose. I sniffled and continued on. "The usual."

She bit her lip, thinking that I hadn't noticed, or maybe hoping that I had. With a free hand she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, her grin turning into a devious little smile. "The usual?"

I nodded. She knew what it was. I didn't have to elaborate.

She moved a little closer to the edge of her seat, her tail swishing back and forth excitedly.

Oh, but she loved hearing it anyway, didn't she? "Well, it's a whole bag of goodies." I glanced over at the tote bag that I'd placed just beside me. After taking a couple more sips of that lavender tea, I set the glass cup down and dedicated myself to rummaging through the bag. I now had her undivided attention. The vixen crossed one leg over the other and watched with careful intent, unwilling to let herself miss even a single moment. I was thankful for her respectful silence and her patience. So few others were so kind in that regard.

"There's this," I hummed, as I brought out some steel handcuffs. Nothing fancy, in fact they looked like something that belonged more to an officer than a bedroom. The vixen's eyes widened a bit. There was no doubt in my mind that ideas were already running through her head. Good. I liked it when she got a bit creative. I had some ideas of my own too. I let her eyes linger on the handcuffs for a few more moments, and only once our eyes met, did I set them down on the coffee table and moved on to the next item on the menu.

"I think you'll like these," I hummed, reaching into the bag. I only paused for a moment to make sure I had her attention. She wasn't even blinking. "A little birdie told me that you'd enjoy playing around with these." Rope. Simple, easy, and with so many different uses. Her eyes brightened. She liked what she saw. I smiled. "And maybe... for a little later..."

I reached back into the bag. A blindfold and a ball gag. We both practically hummed at the sight. Her excitement was infectious. "I like the look in your eyes."

She blinked. I gave her no moment to think on my words. I stood and sat again, this time on her lap, my ample ass comfortable on her nice thick thighs. I put one hand over her shoulder and the other held on to her side. "I said," I continued, feeling her hands travel up my back, around my shoulders to my chest, and then down until they rest at the inside of my thighs, "that I like the look in your eyes."

"What about them?" hummed the vixen, blinking as she puffed out her chest a bit. Buttons strained against her bust, ready to pop. I wanted to set them free. Her hands roamed closer still to my groin. If she wanted, she could have grabbed me. I was throbbing, ready to be used. Her tongue quickly darted over her thin black lips, ears twitching. "What do you see?"

I was glad I was a bit smaller than her. I fit so comfortably in her lap, I could have fallen asleep in this position. "They look hungry," came my short reply. I moved up a bit closer, practically forcing her hands to feel the twitching bulge between my legs. She wasn't shy about feeling it. Like instinct her hands started exploring, drawing out a satisfied moan from my lips. "You want a toy, don't you?"

She nodded lightly, hooded eyes looking almost clouded over. "Yes," came her shortened whisper.

"I'm not alive," I commented softly against her ear, enjoying as her hands stroked me a little more roughly. "Not today. Not now. Right now, I'm your toy." I shuddered against her. "Use your toy."

She was still a bit hesitant. She always was. But I knew her - maybe I knew her a little better than she did herself. It happened sometimes. I pulled back a little so that our eyes could meet again and held a hand right under her chin. My grip wasn't strong - she could have broken free at any moment without so much as a nudge in the opposite direction - but her head was held firmly in my grasp.

"It's not like you're going to break me," I murmured softly, the hand now making its way down the curve of her neck and to her blouse. The buttons needed to go. She needed a little more room to breathe and they were getting in the way.

Pop went the first one, and it made a whole world of difference. Her bust almost seemed to double in size. I could feel my heart skipping every couple of beats. She squirmed around a bit, seemingly unsure, but as I went for that second button her hands wrapped a little tighter around my hips. "Well... maybe you won't break me too much. I did say tonight was going to be a special night, right?"

She nodded. The second button went. It was starting to become clear just why her shirt had been straining so badly. I cupped one of her breasts, feeling the weight in my hand and gently fondling her as my fingers explored for that familiar slight bump of a hard nipple under her shirt. She sighed, shaky breath cool against my skin, as I drew small light circles around her nipple.

The third button went off like a bullet, and almost immediately I was greeted with enough cleavage to make any man dizzy. A black bra just barely peeked through under her shirt. I could feel her nipple hardening even more against my touch. It now formed a pretty sizable, and very visible, bump against her shirt. There was no hiding that she was lost to her lust.

"God, I love these," I whispered in excitement as I started to unbutton the rest of the clasps. One, after another, after another. I had to admit, I couldn't contain myself any longer. I wanted, badly, to see her in all her glory.

I only stopped because I didn't need to unbutton any more of her shirt. Her breasts were now fully out for me to play with and explore. Massive G cups that could somehow still maintain some of perk to them despite their size. I pulled her blouse apart, a little out of breath, salivating before cupping each breast in either hand.

"Jai," she mumbled, her head leaned back a bit on the backrest of the couch as I started fondling her breasts. My thumbs rubbed back and forth over her nipples, who pushed so hard through the fabric she might as well not have been wearing a bra. It did nothing to keep her decent. In fact, all it did was add to her eroticism.

"I want them," I moaned. My cock throbbed hard, pre threatening to soak through my underwear and my pants. I looked up at her and started grinding against her thighs, forcing her to feel my heavy constricted cock against her hot skin. "I want them."

I didn't ask for any more permission. The moment she had pulled her bra back to reveal a massive, hard, black nipple, I knew I had all the permission I needed. The vixen shivered at the cool air against her nipple, but she practically shook head to toe when I clasped the whole of my mouth around her large bud. My hot breath teased at her skin as I flicked my tongue over the tip of her nipple repeatedly. It was a whole mouthful, and I loved it.

She pushed her chest out, coaxing me to take more into my already tightly packed mouth. I gave her nipple an exploratory suckle, hummed happily when she shivered in affirmation, and then gave it a second hard tug. My tongue was tracing tight little circled around her large areola, mapping out the little bumps and ridges as I practically slobbered all over her tit. Sucking and licking, licking and sucking. I didn't give her a chance to get used to my ministrations before I moved on to her other, till now untouched, nipple. I carefully nibbled at her hard, tight, bud as I pinched her previously abused nipple between two fingers.

"Oh, Jai," She hummed, but I could barely hear her. My own heart was beating so hard against my ears, all I could focus on, and all I wanted to focus on, was what was directly ahead of me. Her nipple filled out more into my mouth as it swelled with my constant sucking, until at last I let her go with a rather satisfying pop.

I needed the air.

A thick string of saliva connected my thin lower lip with her massive nipple. I followed the trail, panting for air, and got a good look at my work.

Red and swollen. They almost seemed to throb with every beat of her heart after that treatment. Her nipples practically glistened under the light with how coated they were in my saliva. Delicious, but the way they looked now only made me want to dive in for a second go.

I almost did.

A sudden and sharp smach to my sensitive rear brought me back from that lust-induced primal state. I'd started leaning in, giving her ample room to work with in that regard. I paused and gazed up. I'd become so transfixed in gorging myself on her nipples, I didn't even notice that she'd gone through a near complete transformation.

Gone was that shy fox that seemed near enough adamant about not laying a finger on me. The world shifted into focus. One of her hands grasped firmly at my ass, kneading my flesh roughly and without remorse, as if she was trying to punish me for stepping so out of line. I could feel little gleeful moans leaving me as she worked my backside to her heart's content, kneading me light dough. Her other hand had gone up and around my neck, grasping at my fur and digging into my skin. She held my gaze locked in place, looking to wherever she wanted me to look and nowhere else.

I realized, all too late, that I'd become cornered and trapped. It had long ago since stopped being my little game. I was in her domain and it was her rules and nobody else's. If I hadn't been so shocked by the sudden change of face, I probably would have been grinning like an idiot.

"Sly little fox," she mumbled as her kneading hand worked its way to my other cheek. It felt like she wanted to spread them apart and dig her fingers inside, but my pants got in the way. I was only partly thankful for that - she'd have reduced me to a writhing bitch in seconds. "Coming into my house all innocent and the like, just to do this to me?" She gestured downward with her eyes. Her nipples were painfully erect, and her panties had been soaked through. I gulped and started turning my head, but her claws stopped me in my tracks. "That's wrong, friend."

I gulped, at a complete loss of words. "I'm so-"

"No," she cut in, a little sweet venom in her voice. "No talking. Toys don't talk." She smirked and took my hand in hers, guiding it down and down until I got to her waist. Her skirt had hitched up her thighs and she'd spread her legs apart wide so our hands could fit easy between the two of us.

She was soaking. I wouldn't have believed it if she had just told me. Her panties were probably ruined by now, and it all puddled under her on the couch, soaking into the fabric. "Feel that?" she whispered, pressing my fingers right up against her plump pussy that was so perfectly clasped by the thin sodden fabric of her panties. It was a light touch. My fingers barely teased over her mound and between her lips, yet even then I could feel a fresh stream of her excitement seep liberally through the fabric. "On your knees."

The way she said it made it sound more like a suggestion than it was a command, but I obediently started to nudge my way off her legs and down on the floor just before her, her two hands now firmly grasping the sides of my head.

I got a good, long look up her skirt. That heady aroma of lust and sex was strong now. Inviting. I was practically salivating at the sight. She brought her two legs up over my shoulders and came closer to my face, locking me into place and putting me so much closer to that treasure. "That's it" she said, lust thick in her voice. "I hope you're comfortable because - AH!"

Without warning, the vixen pressed me tight against her soaked pussy. I was met with a fresh wave of her juices as my nose was forcibly buried right up against her swollen clit. "Yessss." Her body relaxed around me, but her grip tightened all the more. I didn't need any more commands from her. I darted my tongue out and gave one long needy lick from where her entrance would have been all the way to her clit. It was a superficial lick, but it was enough to get a good taste of her.

She was intoxicating

Encouraged by the way her thighs tightened around my head and how her hands pushed me in deeper against her body, I dived in for a second exploratory lick. This time I pushed my tongue in deeper, forcing some of the fabric of her panties to rub up roughly between her lips and up against her clit. I went all the way down, near threatening to make it all the way to her ass, and then licked upward again. I got a nice mouthful of her juices, which I happily swallowed, and then repeated the process. With each lick, I pushed my tongue in a little deeper, and in return her vice-like thighs only brought me in closer and closer and tighter against her until all I could see, and breath, and feel, and taste was pussy.

Only her. Always her.

My head was practically swimming by now. I felt like I was lost in a cloud as my licking only intensified with her moaning. By now, her large plump outer labia were wrapped tightly around her panties, looking more like a sodden thong that only added to her pleasure. I nibbled on one of her labia, gave the other a tentative lick, and again pressed my tongue in against her entrance.

"FUCK!" I heard her scream, he legs tightening around me head, then opening, then tightening even harder as I once again nibbled on her thick outer labia. I don't know how much of her juices I had swallowed by this point. Too much. I felt full. The fur on my face was matted to my skin with her excretions. "YES!" I brought my tongue up and rolled tight hard circles over her clit, the panties pushing up so tightly they must have been torturing her. "JAI!"

I felt her contractions first. It started with her thighs, trembling hard like they'd been in an earthquake. Her hands pulled hard on my fur, away from her and then closer still. I couldn't even breathe any longer. And then even her hands started to shake uncontrollably. She couldn't have been able to control herself, because her clause dug in so deep into my head I could feel the blood trickling down my neck.

I opened my mouth wide, moaning in approval, knowing what's to come. Not a second later came the first wave of her orgasm. Her juices practically exploded out of her in a massive, powerful squirt that filled my mouth to the brim in one go.

"JAI!" She screamed. I was barely even starting to swallow the first wave before she squirted into my mouth again. Thicker, longer, harder than the first. "YES!" Again. It came farter than the one before, and dragged on for seconds, absolutely soaking my face in her squirt. "PLEASE!" she begged, unwilling to let me go as she went for a fourth shot at my face. I couldn't swallow any more. I felt like I was drowning in her squirt. "Please," she wheezed, like her voice had given out on her, with a fifth, weaker shot before she finally let go of my head.

"Please Jai," continued whispering the vixen, slumping fully back on the couch. I leaned in and gave her freshly soaked pussy a lick, moaning in pleasure at the raw taste of it, loving how responsive her body was to me even now that she was in her post-orgasmic bliss. It took a lot out of me to pull away from her, instead of continuing to lick.

She seemed satisfied with herself when she opened her eyes to see my fur matted to my skin, continuously dripping of her juices. I could smell her sex on me, settling on my body like a heavy weight that made me weak to the knees when I tried to stand up. I probably looked like I just came out of a shower. It certainly felt that way.

"That's such a good look on you," she whispered between breaths, moaning softly as she reached down with both hands and lightly felt at herself. "God... my pussy feels." She groaned, clenching up a bit as her labia wrapped tightly around her sodden panties. It was a struggle for her to get them off, but I was so lost in a haze of pheromones that it didn't even register to me that I could have helped her out. "I need more," she groaned, her hips gyrating as she slowly peeled away her panties with an audible shlick. Her natural cameltoe tightened up into itself, her inner fold clenching and unclenching in orgasmic contractions that didn't seem to end. "Feels like it's on fire..."

I don't know where she got her strength from, but in what seemed like the blink of an eye, I went from standing before her to being pinned hard to the ground by her plump body. She had feral look and a crazy grin as I tried to recover what little air I had lost on my way down. "You're such a good fucking toy, aren't you?" she groaned, her now free soaked pussy harshly grinding up against my painfully aching tenting erection. "That's all you're fucking good for, aren't you? A toy to be used and fucked with and discarded, huh?"

I shivered, excitement rushing through my system even as tears started to threaten to well up on the corners of my eyes. I nodded silently, unable to talk because she'd quickly forced a hand against my mouth. I mumbled in protest, but her response was simply to stick two fingers into my mouth. I groaned, tasting her pussy on them, and sucked hungrily on her fingers.

"Fucking pathetic," she commented, holding one of my hands high over my head as I greedily sucked on her fingers. There was a tight pressure around my wrist, with a clicking sound to accompany, and I found myself bound to the couch by the handcuffs I'd brought over. "Good little toy." I moaned in appreciation at her backhanded compliment as she pulled her fingers out of my mouth, though not without some effort as I sucked hard on them to keep them there. "Ah - ah - ah. You'll get yours."

She sat up against my waist. Her pussy rubbed hard against my erection. I briefly looked down between our sweating bodies. Hers heaved with every little breath, her clit visibly throbbing hard with every little contraction of her pussy as she grinded up with deep powerful thrusts that pushed my pre-soaked erection hard between her thick lips.

Her next actions were wordless. With one hand she easily pried my mouth open. With nowhere to go being pinned to the ground, and with my hands cuffed above my head, I found there was very little point in resisting. She liked it when I didn't struggle. Full and total control. That was her thing. For a moment the vixen seemed mesmerized by the inside of my mouth. Curling tongue, sharp teeth, and an endless dark echo. She smirked, deviously so, and leaned in to place a kiss.

Hers was rough, though not overpowering. My tongue freely danced with her rough longue tongue, rubbing and twisting up against each other first in her mouth, and then in my own. I knew she could taste herself in me. It would be impossibly not to, especially with the amount of her juices I'd swallowed just moments before. It seemed to only add to her excitement.

"This one's going here," she hummed almost airily once she pulled back, replacing her mouth and her tongue with a cold and unforgiving ball gag. "Toys don't get to talk."

True to its name, I almost gagged as the unexpected introduction of the device pried my jaws wide open. I groaned softly, my tongue madly moving left to right, unsure of where to sit with the new intruder lodged deep into my mouth. The vixen grinned deviously and pushed it in deeper and deeper until it was firmly lodged in place. That ball gag wasn't coming out unless she wanted it out. I groaned loudly. I could feel tears breaking from my eyes now, but she didn't seem to care.

She knew I was liking it. Her hand went down to rub the head of my cock over my pants. It wasn't a gentle touch. She wanted me to know that I belonged to her, and she did so with a hard squeeze that made a thick dollop of precum spill from my cockhead and seep through my pants to greet her.

"Mhmph! Mmmmmph!" It's all the sounds I could make - unsure declarations of pleasure and pain as she took off my pants and left me naked and throbbing. Six full inches of cock met her, of which all she really did was lean to lick up a trickle of precum halfway down my shaft. That small bit of contact was enough for me to lose most of my self-control.

"That's it," she whispered, as her hand reached for something unseen. "Just one more thing to complete the picture." The vixen paused when she saw me looking intently in her direction, a half panicked, half excited look in my eyes. "Close your eyes, toy."

I obeyed. Something soft, yet tight, circled around my head and sat snugly over my eyes. When I opened them, I found that I was greeted only with a world of darkness. She'd blindfolded me, and she'd suddenly gone silent as well.

A touch here. Another there. They came sparingly and out of nowhere. I flinched and moaned whenever it happened, and though I seemed to be always on alert, I couldn't help but be caught entirely unawares every single time she poked or prodded at a part of my body. Her finger found one of my nipples, pinching and rolling it worse than I'd done to her, leaving me screaming as I frantically licked at the ball gag. Her mouth, seconds later, found my other nipple. I thrust my hips into an invisibly cunt, shaking my head as she started sucking and pinching on my nipples. Punishment. It had to be punishment. That hot breath against my sensitive flesh. Her cruel fingers pinching. And the licking! The constant licking.

My mind went numb. All I could register now was the sensations all throughout my body. I felt a pressure on my head, and I knew she was using me as a seat. Fresh waves of juices seeped past the ball gag and into my throat, straight from the source. Her constant rocking back and forth would have been comforting, had I even been able to breath properly.

"Fuck, toy!" She gripped my head hard, using it as leverage to force herself to grind harder still against my face. Her knees clasped either side of my head hard as she pushed herself down harder, and harder. Her hard clit constantly bumped up against my nose. I desperately licked at the ball gag for any little bit of that raw nectar. "Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!"

Then it came again. Once more, I felt her orgasm before it actually hit me. "I'll fucking drown you!" she screamed, lifting her hips up a bit before slamming her pussy back down hard against my pried-open mouth as she started squirting, over and over and over again, one strong jet after another that went directly into my mouth and down my throat before I had even the chance to gulp. "Drink it!" she screamed, gripping me tighter still. "Drink it all! YES!" Her knees closed in tighter as a second orgasm hit her harder still, resulting in just as much of her squirt flooding my mouth as I thought there would be.

"Good..." She moaned softly, almost as if unsure herself. "Good toy."

"Mmph?"

"N-No." The vixen hummed, sitting back up against my face. Her loosened grip tightened a bit around my soaked fur, just between my ears. I could hear her devilish grin. "Toys don't get to talk, remember?"

Without another word, she started grinding up and down against my face. I sensed another of her powerful orgasms hit long before I actually felt it.

*~*~*

When the blindfold came off, I was greeted to a sight I'd never seen before.

Her pussy clenched and unclenched in uncontrolled spasms. She looked like she'd been absolutely wrecked, and all she'd really done is bring herself to an innumerable number of orgasms on my face. Her plump labia were spread wide open for me, giving me a good angle on the inside of her near constant dripping cunt. It was a thick, viscous, fluid that drooled with need. A finishing touch on my already drenched body.

"LOOK!" she yelled, a hand coming down to spread her lips even more widely open for me. Her one finger teased at her massive clit, which bobbed and throbbed in tandem with each pulse of thick girl-cum. I could only imaging what it must have felt like, to be so soaked and out of control. She rolled her hips in small circles, raised herself a bit, and then pressed down hard until my nose was buried deep into her pussy. "Look at what you did to me!" she moaned, her voice breaking as she lifted her hips once more, a thick string of girl-cum connecting the two of us.

I groaned, chewing down on my ball gag. My jaw had long since gone sore. The only thing I could taste was her sex, having gorged on her cum from the moment the blindfold came on.

"God, that was perfect," she mumbled, easing back to sit on my chest. Even now she rocked back and forth against me, but that lustful fervor was long gone. "You're such a perfect... toy." I closed my eyes, throwing my head back a bit, feeling her juices seep into my fur. It would take days to get the smell off. It was perfect.

Her body moved with her breathing, easing in and out gently. Hand lightly played with the fur on my neck as she leaned down to place a soft kiss along my jaw. She followed it up with a small lick and a surprised "Hmm!" At least she liked the taste of herself on me.

"Thank you Jai," she continued, eyes closed as she snuggled up to me. I opened my eyes and raised a brow.

"Mmpph?"

"Hmm?" She snuggled in closer, placing another kiss against my nape.

"MMPHMM!"

She shot up with a start, eyes wide, and looked down at me. This was a whole other beast now. No longer the woman that rode my face for hours and showered me in her cum. This was her again - the other her - who had really needed this to begin with. A hand went up to her mouth in abject shock as she stared down at work of hours long prolonged orgasm session.

"Jai! I-I'm so sorry!" She went for the handcuffs first, the key repeatedly clicking and clacking against the metal before it finally locked into place. For a second it felt as if she had just made them tighter, and I squirmed under her in response, before it suddenly loosened up and fell like a clump on the floor. I barely had a chance to rub my wrists before her hand forced its way into my mouth. She clutched the ball gag with three fingers and YANKED. I could feel my teeth rattling at the action, but besides that, I was pretty grateful for the sudden relief.

"Jai!" the thick vixen near screamed into my ear as she cupped my face with both her hands. "Are you... are you okay? Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't... I mean, I did know what I was doing. But I didn't think... I mean." She sighed out gently. "I just felt so... good."

"Mmmm. It's..." I groaned softly, stretching out my jaw. It almost hurt to close my mouth. "It's good." I glanced up at her and gave her my most winning smile. It must have looked ridiculous. "You were incredible. I hope I was to your... your..." A wave of dizziness fell over me. It took all the effort in the world to not fall asleep right there in her arms. "... satisfaction."

It was hours before I left her home. She was extremely apologetic. Offered to let me use her shower, fixed me up a second cup of hot tea, and even went so far as to prepare me a little care package to take back home with me. Some cheese and meats and salted crackers. The whole time she didn't really want to meet me eye-to-eye, but the few times we did she'd blush and turn her head away quickly. It wasn't like she was trying to ignore me, though. I knew that was just her being herself.

She looked like she'd visibly relaxed, compared to when I first arrived. Long gone was the tension in her shoulders. The troubles of today seemed like a far-away thought. A job well done, I thought to myself, and smiled as I gathered my things. Handcuffs; ball gag; and even a couple of things we never really ended up using.

"Thank you again for calling up on my services," I hummed delightfully. I bowed low for her, shivering when she reached out to scratch right between my ears. "If anything wasn't to your expectations, you can always."

She placed a finger on my lips, quieting me down. I wasn't sure who I was looking at now. It wasn't the shy fox, or the lusty vixen. More like a combination between the two. Her lashes fluttered as she lifted my head up by the chin and placed a soft, tender kiss against my cheek.

"You were perfect," she whispered. My heart was set fluttering in joy. "Absolutely perfect. Thank you."

I bowed again, grinning like a kid in a candy store, and without another word I took my leave from her home, knowing well she wouldn't need me for another long while.