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The Lion

There was something almost intimidating about the lone "here" text that sat on my phone screen. Scarier than even the initial text, or the pictures, or giving him my address. I take a sip of water in my darkened room, heart pounding in my chest, equal parts excitement and anticipation.

I turn behind me, to the only other illuminated spot in the room. A small hole in a door, cut out cleanly and sanded down, even padded a little. It had been surprisingly hard to DIY it, but it had gotten done.

This was stupid. That was the smart part of me talking. The annoying little voice of reason that called me crazy trying to replicate what I saw in porn, glory hole channels luring in "straight men" by the siren call of a free anonymous blowjob. My tail twitches just thinking about it, though. And in the end my already leaky member drowned out the griping by reminding me of exactly why I went through all this trouble in the first place.

I hear the door open from the other side of the hole, and I lick my lips in anticipation, rising from my chair and slowly making my way over.

I seat myself down next to the glory hole, tablet in hand as I pull up the security camera. A lion, hair tied back in a messy bun, wearing those mechanic coveralls I could smell the faint scent of oil and sweat. He turns to the camera and gives a small cocky smirk before stripping off his clothes.

"W-Wai-" I cover my mouth quickly, mortified I'd talk without even thinking.

"Hm? Something wrong? C'mon, don't tell me you're having second thoughts now." He says, hands on his hips, chest exposed. Lord, his mane turned into a treasure trail, dipping down and leading right to a tantalizing bulge.

"N-No, just . . ." I struggle to get the words out, jesus why was I feeling so meek? "Don't . . . take it all off."

. . . He grins toothily before letting out a whistle. "Needy little thing." He says, slowly stripping off his coveralls, revealing a white undershirt underneath. He opens it down to his crotch, stripping no further before whipping out his half hard cock. He looks over to the camera one more time, winking and sticking his tongue out before he slips his cock through the hole.

I put the tablet down pretty fast as I see his member enter my side. My mouth was salivating at the scent of leonine cock, at the sight of his well maintained bush of pubic hair still visible from this side, his balls just a little too low hanging to be seen through the sizable entrance.

He makes his cock flex a little, as if asking me to start, or maybe it was a taunt, who knows. Still, it was enough to snap me from my stupor. I reposition myself now in front of the wall, hand raising up to level his cock to my muzzle. I stroke him a bit, his heavy foreskin pulling back to reveal that "barbed" head felines were known for. He still felt pretty soft, but I could feel his arousal become harder and harder with each throb.

I shouldn't keep him waiting, but . . . I begin to slowly, teasingly jerk his member as I run my tongue along his shaft, leaving a wet trail of saliva before I bury my face into the hole, as close as I could get to his crotch, to that wonderful scent. I inhale his musk deeply, and he chuckles above me.

"Does the lil' kitten like my scent? Maybe next time we could skip the gloryhole and I can let you sample me all over." He says, purring, though being such a large, imposing man, it seemed more like a growl. Still, the mere thought that we'd have a repeat was enticing to say the least.

I draw myself back, still stroking his now hard shaft, pre staining my cheeks. He was . . . large. Six, seven inches? Maybe more? It was intimidating, my hands barely able to wrap around.

He pulls back, before quickly thrusting into my two handed grip, another bead of pre forming at the tip. I quickly lean in, licking at the head of his cock, letting his thick pre coat my tongue. I moan openly as I sink down on his cock, hands stroking his shaft as I bob my head lower and lower, tongue teasing and lapping at every inch of that shaft I could get a greedy taste of.

I choked as his fat head hit the back of my throat, and I'm forced off his oversized member, coughing a bit as thick strings of saliva and pre break off.

"Don't rush yourself." He says. Though he also thrusts himself once in my stilled grip. "But don't stop either~" I flush with embarrassment as I begin to slowly stroke his member, spreading the saliva and pre cum all over him now, the sound of my paws wet and slick inside the room.

Calming myself, I go back down on him, bobbing my head down the first four inches or so, stroking the rest of him with my hands. I try and imitate what I saw in those porn vids. Twisting my grip, having my hands follow my mouth, teasing with my tongue, and he does seem to appreciate the effort, loudly moaning and groaning as I keep up the pace, more and more of that sweet and salty pre given to me as a reward.

"Ohhhh, yeaaaahh, mmm suuuch a sweet mouth. F-Focus on the head a bit more." He says, and I comply, not bobbing my head as much and tonguing the tip, running my tongue over his piss slit, teasing his barbs. A heavy spurt of pre hits my tongue, and I can hear the door rattle with how he suddenly thrust against it. "MMMmmmmyyeeeeah, use that slutty mouth, you want that cum, don'tcha kitten?"

I do, god my own member was a wet, leaky mess just thinking of it. I tighten my grip and speed up, slowly becoming more and more drunk on his arousal.

"MMmmm ohhh ffffuuck, here it comes!" He moans. I could imagine him on the other side. Gripping the door frame, back muscles tensing, head thrown back, letting out the roar-"NgghhAAAAAFUCK!"

His cock hardens to steel, and as it pulsed I could feel the cum streaming up his shaft before shooting out the tip, the first blast hitting the back of my throat and nearly choking me. I don't let that stop me though, I don't slow down a bit as my hands, my tongue, my muzzle all milk every single drop my greedy mouth could get.

His cum was a thick, bitter sweet nectar, the volume of it so much I was forced to swallow within seconds. I couldn't keep up though, cum flowing out of the sides of my muzzle and down my bare chest.

I only pulled away when I felt he was done, strands of his seed the only connection to him as I looked at his magnificent member, still hard and bobbing in the air. I was panting, the scent of his load stuck in my nose, though I hoped a little bit that the scent would never wash out, that I'd always reek of lion cum.

"Few! Damn that was good." He says, and I'm a bit sad to hear it. As fun as this was, it did seem a bit short- "Once you're done with your breather, feel free to start up again whenever."

. . . "U-Uh . . . again?"

"Oh, sorry, is this a one load only sort of deal?"

"N-No, but- You can go again?" I ask. His member had, indeed, not softened one bit.

"Yeah, hehe, you know what they say about us lions." He says, flexing his cock.

"H- . . . How many times can you cum?"

"Hmmm, well I guess you'll have to work for it to find out~" He says, the smirk clear in his voice.

A shiver runs down my spine, and despite any intimidation, I'm drawn back towards his cock, as if it was a magnet. Hehe, I suppose it is a slut magnet.

My hands wrap around him again, mouth at his tip, slowly stroking and licking him as if to warm myself up again. I take in a deep breath again, sinking down on the shaft. I sink down past four inches, and gag still once he hits the back of my throat. I hold him still for a second as I calm down, and then sink even deeper, slowly feeling his fat cock head stretching my throat as it slipped in, his barbs not scratching, but rubbing in a strange, yet not wholly unpleasant way.

"Ohhhhhh fffuuuuuuck, kitten!~" He groans, cock jostling as he resists the urge to thrust in. I still have to stop myself from gagging, tears running down my eyes. This wasn't anything like a toy. The smooth silicon couldn't compare to this raging hot, throbbing maleness.

I slip down further and further, wet gags and moans the only thing I could hear. I hadn't been touching myself up to this point, wanting to service this leonine cock properly, but now I felt like I couldn't, not with how close I was.

I felt my muzzle sink into his pubic hair, and then my nose touching his crotch, every inch of his cock inside me.

"Ahh~ oh baby I wish I could see your face right now. Wish you could see mine! Hehe, god not a lot of sluts can deep throat me, ohhh but you must be hungry for it." He says, his cock flexing inside my throat. I could almost imagine it, his pre spraying directly down into me. Had it not been for the thick cum that still coated my mouth, I might have been tempted enough to pull back and taste it again.

"Fuck, k-kitten, I can feel myself getting close again, mmm your muzzle's just too good for me. Can I fuck your face kitten? T-Tap the door, twice for yes, once for n-" *thump*thump*, my hand nearly slammed against the door before I even realized what I was asking for. "Ohhhh kitten, sweet slutty kitten . . . I'm gonna give it to you and then some."

I feel his cock pull back, until just the head was left inside me. And then he thrust back in.

He didn't ramp up, he just started fucking me full force. As if I was a toy. One that gagged, that had tears streaming down his face, and heat pooling in his stomach with his cock making a mess of the carpet with how much he was pre-ing.

But despite any discomfort, I didn't pull back even an inch. As if my head was held down by his strong, rough paws, I sat there and took it. Like a good toy. Like a good cum dump.

I gagged harshly, choking as I felt my member throb. I tried to clench down, but before I could even get a hand down to it, I felt myself cumming, my member bobbing in the air and shooting wildly, coating the door and the floor and myself as I continued to get my throat reamed by this stranger in my house.

"Ohoho, did you cum, kitten?" He asks, purring. I could barely hear his voice over the wet squelching and my own disgusting sounds. "N-Naughty slut, we're not even close to ffffinished~"

I found myself stumbling back, suddenly. His cock popped out of my mouth, and I gasped for air. How long had it been since I breathed?

It was well timed too, I suppose, as I saw a little pearl of cum form at his tip, before he sprayed his second load all over my face. Even delirious from lack of oxygen, my hand still milked his member, my mouth still opened to catch as much of his seed that I could.

"MMmmnnnnnngh. Ohhh yeah, I needed this." He says, his orgasm finally tapered off, my whole face and chest covered in cum now. Thick rivers of it was making it way down my stomach, coating my own still hard member.

I had to catch my breath. The room felt like a musky sauna, humid with the scent of lion cum. And, to my shock, his member still hadn't flagged in the slightest.

I smile, and I lick my lips, and I open my now aching jaw.

There was no way I was letting my first visitor leave unsatisfied.