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Today was a bit of a weird day.

I suppose I didn't really consider that a door was not meant to be . . . fucked against. Through?

Well tldr, I needed to reinforce my door. And, embarrassingly, I called a professional for it.

That meant though that I had to wait a week for the guy to come by. And, really, I wasn't some horny teenager. I had two very lengthy videos now to watch and jack off to, plenty of toys, hell I could just hook up with someone normally! Aron would have been the first choice had he not been on that trip . . .

. . . But then I got a message. From this guy with a real nice cock. And he was fine to wait of course. But we were sexting, and he sent me some videos, and- well now we're here. Me sitting behind a seemingly fine door, waiting for my next visitor to arrive.

My ears twitch towards the door knob twisting, and from my tablet I could see clear as day the well muscled hyena strutting into the room, now fitted with a nice little lazy boy. He was in gym clothes, just shorts and a loose fitting tank top, doing little to hide his shelf-like pecs. He tosses his gym bag to the side of the chair before looking around the room, taking it all in. He spots the camera, smirking toothily and blowing a little kiss. I blush at it.

"Hehe, not gonna lie. Looking forward to feeling you choke on my cock, cutie." He says with a little wink, hands reaching down and groping his sizable package.

He quickly strips off his shorts, leaving his jockstrap before reaching up and pulling off his tank as well, revealing a set of chiseled abs. The man was muscled from head to toe. He turns himself towards the camera again, teasingly hooking his thumbs behind the elastic of his jock, slowly pulling it forward and showing off the thickness of just the base of his cock.

He slowly drags it down, licking his lips as he reveals inch after inch of his ebony shaft, veins running across it, before it finally flings up and slaps his abs, quickly falling back down and drooping under its own immense weight. His fat cock head was half covered in thick foreskin, the very tip glistening wet, a small droplet of pre falling to the floor.

He looks around the room before his eyes fall to a blind fold on the chair. A sleeping mask, really, but it would work for what we had planned. He placed it on his face, before immediately lifting it off and sitting down on the lazy boy. Once comfortable he put down his mask, adjusting it a bit before he stopped fussing with it.

"Ready for you, cutie." He says, in an almost sing-song voice. I gulp, feeling almost guilty as I opened the door, eyes squinting at the well lit room.

He sat there, still by all means, arms on either armrest, cock drooping, a wet spot forming from where the head touched the cushion. I kneeled before him, looking up, almost expecting him to be peeking. Would I have minded? I wasn't sure. I turn my attention down to his massive member.

Really he had quite the impressive set. I grab his cock, pulsing in my hands. Hidden behind the black length was a fat pair of balls, each the size of a tangerine. Without thinking much of it, I quickly stuffed my face into his crotch, sniffing the heavy musk that stained his sac. It was a deep, earthy, spicy scent that just screamed of masculinity. Like a gym locker filled with a football team after practice.

"Ohhh, yeah. You like my scent cutie? Get your fucking fill." He says, and I do, eyes fluttering closed as I take another deep wif, tongue lolling out and licking as much of his balls as I could. I feel his hand land on my hand, before backing up quickly, accompanied by a quiet "shit, sorry."

I was a bit conflicted, at one point wanting to tell him he could use me however he pleased. But on the other hand, it was sort of part of the fantasy. Being able to control the pace and speed of things. I slowly sample more of his musk, trying to take his balls into my muzzle, only successfully really fitting in one.

"Mmmm, yeah, you like that? Came here right after a workout, just like you asked, you hot fucking slut." He says. I blush, hearing his dirty talk was a lot different than just reading it

I slowly move up, his balls glistening with spit at this point. I slobbered over the base of his cock, marveling at his girth, nearly matching the whale from last time.

But more than anything, his thick bush of pubic hair was just screaming my name. I stuck my snout there, inhaling more of that concentrated musk. It certainly was maintained to some degree, but I had to admit, I loved the way it seemed to concentrate that sex sort of funk. I was pulled a bit upward by his treasure trail, one hand exploring his chest and abs while the other was slowly stroking his cock, keeping him hard.

He hardened his grip on the arm rests before deciding to just put his arms behind his head, probably resisting the urge to push me down on his shaft. It did have the added effect of revealing his pits, and just seeing how he subtly flexed for me, I knew I wasn't going to be able to resist. I get up, still stroking his shaft, hand getting slippery from his pre starting to liberally drop across my palm, just until I was at his torso.

I could see his nose flaring, as if smelling me. I smile, kissing his sternum gently. Before slowly moving across his peck, giving his erect nipple a small lick, getting a moan from the blindfolded hyena, before fully stuffing my face in his pit.

"OoOOhh! Kinky fucking slut." He moans out as I deeply inhale his potent musk. It was enough to make him dizzy. The hot, humid, sweaty pit was bordering too much. But his scent was still entirely pleasant, mouthwatering even. I adjust myself, carefully climbing onto the couch before straddling him. I open my muzzle and starting licking him, savoring the salty, musky flavor coating my tongue. I'd consider touching my own achingly hard cock, but I found my free hand way too busy groping his arms, feeling him flex until his biceps felt like steel beneath my fingers.

"Mmmm, I wanna fuck your cunt so bad. Pin you down, force you into my pit while I make you squirt all over my fucking cock." He growls, hands still behind his head. I wasn't sure if it was the lack of fresh air, but I found myself immensely turned on by the thought of him fucking my nonexistant cunt. "Wanna breed you. Fill you with my cum. Bet you'd fucking like that."

I pull myself away, gasping a breath of fresh air. Though I could almost feel his scent sticking to my muzzle. I was panting, hand still slowly stroking his cock, slick and wet schlurps audible in the quiet room. I pull my hand back, strings of slimy pre slowly snapping off. He was leaky alright, a small river of pre running down his cock, down his balls, and soaking the chair.

Enough for me to comfortably fuck myself on his cock . . . I think to myself, biting my lips. I bring my pre-soaked hand to my muzzle, before thinking . . .

I slowly bring my paw close to his muzzle. I see his nose flaring up, hearing him audibly sniff the air before I bring my own muzzle close to his. Inches away from his face, I begin licking and lapping up his pre, audibly sucking on each finger, letting his thick, faintly musky pre coat my tongue.

"Hehe, nasty slut." He hoarsely whispers, his gravely, growly tone sending shivers down my spine. "C'mon, you got me so fucking hard. Better do something about it before I rip this blindfold off and take matters into my own hands." He says. I almost wanted to challenge him to do it, but I was just as desperate for him as he was.

I slowly climb off the couch, kneeling before him as I point his shaft as my muzzle. Unceremoniously, I latch onto his cock, rewarded immediately with his rich, thick pre, and a low groan from the hyena.

I swirled my tongue in his foreskin before sinking down on his shaft, trying my best not to gag as I felt him breach my throat. I managed to get halfway before choking, forced to pull up and off him temporarily.

Undeterred, I try again. Slowly, carefully, I bob my head down onto him, taking more and more of his cock into me, tongue teasing the head of his cock as I calmed myself down after a gag. He widens his legs and sits closer to the edge of the couch, balls nearly hanging off, fat and full of cum. I get to three quarters of his cock, jaw starting to ache a bit.

"Ohhh, never had anyone deep throat me so good before. Not without me fucking their throat of course." He says with a small almost sadistic chuckle. "Talented fucking muzzle to take all that cock cutie."

The dirty comments continued, never a single complaint though about my leisurely pace, sinking down only a half or even a quarter inch more each time, speed the last thing on my mind. I pop his cock out of my mouth, taking a deep breath as I continue to stroke him. One last time, I sink lower and lower, until my chin was nestled right into his balls, nose in his bush, humid with his sweat and musk.

"Stay there." He says, nearly breathily. I gag, harshly, but I obey him. A few tears stream down my eyes as I hold him inside my cock, swallowing on his gargantuan member in an effort to keep from choking again. "Ffffuuuuck, love it when a bitch can take all of me. Be my personal little cock sleeve. You like it too, right?" He asks, his foot somehow perfectly finding my hardened cock, rubbing it tantalizingly. In my fuzzy head, deprived from oxygen, I could have imagined easily cumming from just him rubbing me just a bit harder, for a bit longer.

After what felt like for an eternity, I finally pull off him, thick spittle coating his cock while I take a much needed breather.

"Hey, you mind if I uh, manhandle you a bit more?" He asks, waving his paws in a sort of jazz hands. I snort out a laugh before quieting myself, and he laughs out too.

"Y-Yeah. I'd love that." I say, forgetting for a second the unspoken rule that I shouldn't be talking. But really I shouldn't be letting him touch me either, so in for a penny as they say.

He raises his wrists, and I grab them gingerly, leading them to the back of my head. He takes a moment to run his fingers through my fur, before finding a good grip. I angle his cock back towards my paw and slip down onto him. Once I'm down halfway, he starts tugging me down on his thick spire, forcing me down his cock just a bit too fast and a bit too hard for comfort.

I try and relax my throat as much as possible, swallowing on his cock to try and calm my convulsing throat down. He seemed to like me squirming though, groaning as he pushed me down onto his crotch, jaw aching. He releases me, up to just halfway again before forcing me back down, now slowly fucking me, in no rush to stop or cum.

I on the other hand was struggling. The slow pace only meaning it gave him more time in my throat, feel him slip in and out, tears trickling down my face as I tried to maintain my composure. But for as difficult as it was, I loved the treatment. The feel of him tugging my head, his slimy, wet cock giving me more and more bursts of that delicious pre, his dirty compliments and dirtier moans. My paws went to massaging his balls, wanting nothing more in this moment than to taste his seed.

And I had the feeling I'd get my reward soon enough, his paws gripping my fur harder as he sped up. His hips would buck up into me, and he wasn't letting me off as often as before, choosing more to keep nearly all of his manhood sheathed inside me.

"Mmm, I'm gonna cum soon, cutie. Gonna pump such a big load down that throat." He says, humping my muzzle desperately now. "Mmmmnnnn here it comes!"

He drags my head back to just the head before ramming me right back down to his crotch again, his body tensing, thighs squeezing my head from either side. He lets out a long groan, and I can feel his cock throbbing inside me, pumping streams of cum directly down my throat.

I counted twelve pulses of cum, before my lungs started to burn too much and I had to slap his leg. He let up on me luckily, letting me pull back enough so that I didn't have a cock lodged down my throat. I took greedy gulps of air, tinged with the acrid scent of his cum as I breathed around his cock. A bit of a mistake since the last few bursts of cum almost went down the wrong pipe.

I pull off of him fully after a good minute more, his cock still hard, but certainly drooping a bit more. Strings of thick spittle and cum coated his meat, as well as my own muzzle probably.

"Fuck . . ." He says, letting out a relaxed sigh and leaning back in the chair, legs spread. I reach up and grip his cock, and he lets out a low moan, body tensing up before he relaxes again. I stroke his shaft again, milking out a few more pearls of cum which I greedily lap up. "Ohhh, careful now, you keep doing that and I might have to use that pretty little muzzle again." He threatens.

I smirk up at him, leaning in to give a long, slow lick on the crown of his cock, getting a heavy shiver.

"Ohh, you dirty bitch, come up here." He says, beckoning with a finger. I listen of course, groaning as I get off my sore knees. His paws go onto my body, finding my hips before he pulls me into his lap.

He doesn't wait for long as he grips the back of my head and pulls me in. His tongue hungrily delves into my muzzle, growling at the taste of himself and leaving me a whimpering mess, body pressed against his. I felt his cock hardening up again, and I found myself reaching back and spreading my cheeks, letting his messy, cum-covered meat rub against my tail hole.

He leans back, chuckling. God I wish he could have seen himself. Strings of cum dangling from his muzzle, panting. But this was a sight only for me . . . unless I shared the video with him later.

"Hungry fucking slut." He growls out, paws moving mine as he gropes at my rear. "You want it bad, huh. C'mon. Put it in for me." He says, taking his paws back and setting them on the armrests, leaning back.

I would've loved to tease him more, but at this point I needed it just as badly, if not worse. I reach down and grip the base of his cock, aiming it right at my tailhole before slowly lowering myself down.

It slips a couple times, much to my embarrassment. But he never complains, just waiting patiently. Finally, the head of his cock begins to sink in, stretching me wide, drawing out a groan as it bordered on pain. There was the barest trace of lube in me now, just from idly fingering myself beforehand. But the spit and cum leftover helped make up for the lack of preparation.

I slowly sink down, the head of his cock finally popping in. My own member was standing at attention from the shear pressure from just his tip, god he got so thick so fast. I slowly lower myself down a few more inches, wincing as I sink down, hands on his shoulders now.

"Take your time. I'm big, I know." he says, smirking. I respond to him only by forcing myself a few more inches down, though my efforts are undercut by a pathetic little whimper that escaped from my throat. I bite my lip, just barely bobbing up and down on his cock as I try and calm myself down, doing my best to quell the tingling feeling at the base of my cock.

The entire time he was unflappable. Sure he moaned and groaned and gave dirty praise. But he always had that smirk, always kept his hands to himself. All the way until I pressed down and finally reached the base of his cock, sitting fully in his lap.

"Mmmm, fuck you feel amazing, cutey." He says, finally moving his hands to wrap around me. He pulls me into his chest. "Did so fucking good, taking all of me like that." His hands run down my back, cock shifting and moving around me, drawing out moans and mewls as he presses up and rubs against my prostate. "But it's gonna take a lot more than that to make me cum."

He grips my rear before pulling me nearly off his cock, the new angle grinding it harshly against my love nut. Just when only the head was left inside me, he slammed me down, thrusting up just as hard into me, enough force to make me see stars, gasping for breath.

He didn't let up either, thrusting up into me while urging me to ride his cock, which I tried my best to do. But his pace was so fast, so rough. I could barely do much more than moan against him.

I felt dirty. Damp with both sweat and his various sexual fluids. My hole was fucked loose enough that little spurts of pre escaped around his shaft each time he rammed it inside me. It made the sounds of his thrusts against me loud, the slap of his balls against my rear clearly audible in the small room. He was a savage brute of a man, rutting me as if he hadn't just cum moments before. I could feel my balls tensing up already.

I clenched down harshly on his member as my own started spewing cum against his chest, drool running down my face as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. He cackled at the ammonia scent of my cum, only intensifying his fucking and prolonging my orgasm for as long as he could.

But it seemed my own efforts of milking his cock soon paid off. On the brink of begging him to stop, to give my aching, fatigued body a break, he snarled. Claws dug into me as he rammed me down, his cock hardening inside me and throbbing as his member began pumping me with his second load. It somehow seemed even larger, heat spreading throughout my rear, the excess spraying around his thick member and soaking the both of us. And probably ruining the couch.

He held himself as deep as possible, bucking into my whole once or twice, until after an eternity of filling me up, almost all at once he slumped back into the couch. He was a smiling, panting mess, fur sticking up in all sorts of ways. I couldn't do much else other than slump down against him, in a similar state.

"God . . . this room fucking reeks." I groan out, the smell of humid sex and cum thick in the air. He laughs at it, rubbing my rear. I could still feel his cock pulsing softly inside me.

"Best lay I've had in awhile, cutie." he says, softly. I blush at the compliment. "Definitely coming back for seconds."

"Come back as much as you like." I say, just a smidge too quickly.

He smirks. "Oh I'm sure I'll be a regular here."