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This story was written for Cyberneticsinc as day #28 of Kinktober 2020. Today's kink was "Facesitting" and the story contains M/F sex between consenting adults, one an anthro animal and the other an anthro car. :3

Getting Her Motor Running

When Miles awoke to the sensation of someone shaking him gently, he spent an instant wondering whether he should panic. After all, he'd got to bed alone the night before without anyone else in his apartment. But, there was something familiar about the cool, firm grip on his shoulder which set his mind at ease for long enough to open his eyes and see, bathed in the morning sunlight, a curvaceous, pink and chrome figure staring down at him from where she was standing beside his bed. The jerboa moaned softly, but that soft sound of wonder and elation soon turned to a more breathless, giddy squeak as the large, curvaceous Cadillac car-morph scrambled up without a word onto his bed, straddled his shoulders, and promptly sank down to plant her already glistening pussy squarely upon his face.

With the weight of her rounded ass pinning his upper body down, Miles' lean figure had no hope of escape whatsoever. Thankfully he had an equally non-existent desire to get free, and instead simply craned his neck up as best he could as he immediately buried his nose in the anthro automobile's pussy, tongue flicking out to lash at her clitoris. He was rewarded immediately with an engine-like rumble of bliss, and warm juices dripping down the fur of his muzzle, tangy against his tongue. Her hips pressed down more firmly against his muzzle regardless of her existing enjoyment though, demanding more again without so much as a single word to back up her actions. She knew what she wanted, what she needed in that moment, and to Miles' absolute pride and joy it seemed as though she had decided that of all the creatures on the planet who would have given anything to be with a woman like her, he was once again the one she'd chosen to do the job right.

With his body trembling, cock rigid and twitching against the bedding still covering the majority of his body, Miles closed his eyes and focused all his attention on making Eleanor feel good. He sought out her clit once again and wrapped his lips around that sumptuous nub, suckling on it and hearing Eleanor cry out, her voice muffled by her thighs around the jerboa's long ears but still loud enough to reach him as she revved in delight. The more he gave though the harder he worked to please Eleanor, the more the Cadillac demanded of him. She began to bounce, not just grinding down against his face but actively riding it, and though Miles couldn't see what she was doing he felt the sheets being peeled off his body, presumably one of her arms reaching back to expose his cock for her to look over her shoulder and admire. It throbbed and drooled with excitement as he worked the gorgeous automobile, and as he pleasured Eleanor, Miles found himself hoping that he could make her cum soon for fear that if he didn't, he might actually cum first without a single touch being lavished upon his own erection.

Thankfully, as turned on as he was by what Eleanor was asking of him, Miles' eagerness to grant the car's wish paid dividends just a few short, head-spinning minutes later. The pink automobile was riding him so forcefully by that point that her large, bountiful body was making the bed's wooden frame creak, and she was pressed so tight against Miles' face that he could scarcely breathe; every gulp of oxygen that he did managed to achieve infused with the auto-morph's intoxicating sexual scent. All that time however Miles had been working with all the manoeuvrability his neck possessed to keep his muzzle in constant contact with Eleanor's pussy, and thus no matter how restlessly needy she might have been, Miles got the car precisely where she needed to be. He felt the thighs around his face clamping tighter. He felt Eleanor stop bouncing astride him and simply plant herself firmly across his face, blocking off any possible chance of drawing in fresh air, and as his muzzle instinctively sought out her clit one last time Miles didn't even try to save his breath or conserve his energy, giving Eleanor everything he had as she screamed and her ecstasy roared into high gear, fluids abundantly gushing all over the jerboa's face as she began to cum long and hard

For almost thirty seconds the Cadillac wailed and rumbled and grunted in ecstasy as the jerboa sucked her clit with wild abandon, and in the end it was her who pulled up and away from Miles, unable to bear that incredibly intense, direct stimulation any longer. Slowly, playfully she rose up and hovered over Miles' head, allowing him to actually catch his breath while also being able to see in the bedroom light the result of his work; the glistening pink of the car's crotch and her dripping wet pussy, clit prominently exposed and even more flushed and swollen than it had been initially thanks to his efforts. Soon afterwards though she pulled away, and once again moved to stand beside the bed, her bountiful figure facing Miles and letting him once again take her in with greater clarity. His head span at the sight of her curvy form, her large breasts, blonde hair flowing down over her pink shoulders and plump red lips pursed seductively upon the chromed grille of her face.

"I..."

He began with a breathless croak, cock still throbbing, the vast majority of his body still lying prone and exposed with the covers now only folded over his legs from the knee down. Miles didn't get to say anything else though, because Eleanor reached out a hand and placed a single finger across the tip of his muzzle. She shook her head, and when he obediently fell silent, she giggled with a rumbling purr.

"I've got a busy day today. No time to talk, not till this evening at least. But... if I need you again, can I call? Will you help me out, Miles?"

She spoke gently, but with a smile that betrayed the fact that she wasn't really asking at all, because she knew simply posing that option would guarantee the jerboa's answer. Sure enough he nodded with frantic enthusiasm, and he was still nodding, still wordlessly assuring Eleanor of his loyalty when the Cadillac swung round, and let her wide hips practically dance her out of the room with their seductive sweeping from side to side.

A minute or so later Miles heard the front door of his home open and close, and in the wake of the auto-morph's arrival, passionate engagement and subsequent departure he could only lie there silent and still for a brief while. He fought to take in everything that had happened, to savour the memory of this experience. Eventually though the jerboa reached a trembling hand down to his twitching pink cock, wrapped it around its length, and began to indulge himself in not only what had just happened to him, but fantasies of what he might be called upon to assist in happening again later on.

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It was just after midday when Miles got the message. His heart skipped a beat and his cock lurched within his clothes as he saw, of course, that it was from her. It was a simple message. A time, an address. He had been thinking about making lunch, having been too horny to think straight after waking up thus missing breakfast, but food could wait. Eleanor however could not, nor would he have made her wait even if she could.

It took almost half an hour to get from his home to the parking garage where he had been told to meet her. Miles hadn't taken a car of his own, and walked round and around the ramps until he reached the structure's sixth floor. He moved along its length, away from the office building to which the multi-storey parking lot was attached, and was almost at the far end, wondering if he'd somehow missed the spot that Eleanor had mentioned, when he saw a figure in the shadows behind a concrete column. His eyes widened. It was her.

She beckoned him forward. He followed. There was a small alcove behind the pillar, with a door set into it. Some sort of utility closet perhaps, but no longer in use by the people who ran the place. A single mop with a tangled and matted head stood in one corner, while the rest of the little alcove had been covered by a tartan picnic blanket. The Cadillac looked at Miles, looked down at the blanket, and nodded to him expectantly. Her face was smiling, but there was an urgency in her gaze. An insistence that betrayed not only that she needed him badly once again, but that her time was limited, and she wanted to make the very most of every second.

Miles began to sit down upon the blanket, but he squeaked in shock as within moments Eleanor was kneeling beside him, pushing him down flat onto his back and beginning to tease off his clothes one garment at a time. Soon he was naked as he had been that morning; more so even without any sheets to cover him, and as for the second time that day he watched Eleanor rise up and move over his face, Miles felt his cock beginning to swell anew. This time when she settled over him, she did so facing down the length of his body. Miles gave one last gurgle of pure glee as the car's curvaceous trunk hovered over his face, then planted itself firmly over him. The world went dark, and Miles instinctively extended his tongue once more, soon finding the warmth and wetness of Eleanor's pussy while her ass kept him working blind.

Hungrily, more unabashed and ravenous in his excitement than that morning, Miles began to eat the Cadillac out. Everything was distant, the sounds of her pleasure muted by the buttocks and thighs wrapped around him, but the jerboa fought to ensure that Eleanor would cry out loud enough that he would be able to hear every last moan and rumble she produced. He could feel her moving of course, feel the humming vibration of her body against his muzzle, around his tongue as this time he probed into her rather than exclusively targetting her clit. He tried to take a breath, but there was simply no space for air to rest where he could reach it. Rather than panic though, Miles simply focused his attention and began to work harder still. If he couldn't breathe, the solution was simple. Make Eleanor cum before his lungs were empty.

He pressed his tongue as deep as it would go while he swore he felt the Cadillac's pussy engulfing his muzzle almost entirely within its clutches. He struck at what had to be a sweet spot, perhaps even the auto-morph's g-spot as she flooded his face with juices and let loose a revving, surging cry of rapture. His mind reeling, his head growing foggy as his lungs burned with the need for air, he attacked that same spot again, and again, lashing it with his tongue over and over. He couldn't move. He couldn't breathe. All he could do was lick and feel his cock throbbing in the cool air of the parking garage, and though there were moments when he wondered if he'd be able to go on, so starved was his mind of air, Miles was rewarded for his diligence when he heard an even more volatile and wild scream escape Eleanor's lips. The jerboa felt her body quaking and writhing as he was almost drowned by the intense, forceful jets of ejaculate that drummed against his face, but at what felt like the last possible moment, with Eleanor still wailing with high octane ecstasy, she slumped forward and raised her pussy just slightly off of Miles' soaked, breathlessly gasping face.

"Ohhhgod!"

He heard her cry out as she shivered and writhed astride him, but an instant later it was her voice who was suddenly muffled, and Miles who, though he'd barely managed to draw in a single breath of air, cried out at the top of his lungs. His eyes bulged and his hips lurched as he felt the car's plump red lips close around his cock, and while Eleanor's juices continued to drip down over Miles' face as her pussy spasmed on and on, the jerboa could only bask in his triumph as the Cadillac made it very clear just how powerfully he'd gotten her motor running.

She might have had somewhere to be in that moment, her time limited and her body in dire need of relaxation to keep her focused on whatever she was doing, but right then she was too worked up, too overwhelmed by what Miles had done for her to do anything but sprawl herself out down the length of his smaller, thinner body, and work in top gear to try and return the favour.

By Jeeves

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