The Party - Fifi's Femdom
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
Rob has been a fan of the Thunderf*cks for years, but now he's meeting them as part of the main event at Trisha's orgy. One of his favorite band members, Fifi LeFume seems to have an interest in him, and he can't help but be hypnotised by her erotic allure. He'd do anything for her.
All characters are 18+
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“I… I love your songs,” Rob says, his eyes catching how her outfit crinkles and falls, showing off more of her chest.
“That is not all you admire, is it?”
“Hell no…” he says, his legs wobbling as breasts bounce free from their restraint.
“You admire my body—our bodies,” she corrects, adding a little titter to that. Once the outfit falls to the ground, she lifts her leg, wrapping her arms around her thigh and fluttering her one visible eye in his direction.
Rob falls to his knees at the display, his heart thumping when he hears the thump of her boot falling onto the speaker. The way she stands with one leg on there and the other leg on the ground gives him a full view of her wonderful pussy.
“Then,” she says, “Why don’t you show me just how much you appreciate it?”
Rob doesn’t care how he looks, he crawls over towards Fifi. The Thunderf*cks are gods of rock, and he is a worshiper. Soon, his nose comes close to her, and he’s pleasantly surprised when he whiffs the smell of expensive perfumes over her.
“Oh, and you admire my scent as well? How magnifique!” She purrs. “I put a lot of effort into making myself alluring. While most of my kind uses scent to repel our predators, I decided to use it to attract instead.”
“And you really do attract,” Rob huffs.
“I am glad you like it. It is a blend of my own design, one part floral accents, another part natural musk.”
“It’s beautiful,” he says, placing his hands upon her thighs, brushing his fingers over warm fur.
“I would think you’d find my taste to be even more appealing, no?”
“Yes!” Rob gasps and pushes his face deep up against her. The skunk’s lips quiver a moment before she reaches down, gripping Rob’s hair. “Oh, yes, my adoring fan. How do you like the taste of my sweet sex? Is it not the most exotic taste you have savored?”
An energetic “mmm hmmm!” rises from between her legs. Rob’s tongue buries itself deeply into the skunk, admiring how differently that she tastes from both his wife and the other woman he had sampled at the party.
“Very good, very good!” She sighs, petting him. “But I am not quite satisfied myself. Chase’s tongue is so rough and Bane can get so deep. Yours is, sad-to-say, slightly lacking.”
Rob pulls back, licking his lips and blushing a little. “Fi… I-I’m sorry, I.”
She wiggles her finger, “No no no, do not be sorry, mon cheri, you just need to put a bit more enthusiasm into it. Here… Let me help you.”
She leans forward, gripping his hair tight with both hands, and shoves him back between her legs.
He gasps, squeezing her thighs in protest a moment, but soon melts back into it. He attempts to get his tongue inside her again, but she pushes forward, her hips slapping against his chin, causing him to slip and lick up along her furred leg. Determined to get to her warm and wet slit once more, he steadies himself and holds her tighter. Her wild bucking against him makes it difficult, but he sinks in, slipping between her and feeling her walls rub along the sides of his tongue of their own volition.
Fifi tilts her head back and gasps out, her eyes fluttering back as she feels his tongue at work. “Oh, Rob, such a dedicated fan. I did not know you had such passion! You are a wild animal. Growl for me, you animal!”
Rob growls deep up into her, vibrating against her lips as he does. She cannot help but let out a squealing shout to this, and his noise is not unheard by his wife, who is quite occupied herself. In the time Rob works with Fifi, the two men have her held tight in their embrace, placing gentle and caring caresses over her body.
Dawn’s mind swims as she watches her husband. He eats the skunk out like a ravenous dog given table scraps. How is it that he had never done that for her…?
“Don’t worry none about him,” Bane whispers into her ears. “Fifi put me through the same pace, too. And you know what? I was just like Rob before. That means once you two are done here, you’re going to have a real wolf of a man. My tip, buy some peanut butter. It makes the role play more exciting.
Fifi finally gasps and falls forward onto Rob, grabbing his shoulders in support. She stares like she was punched in the gut, but her long and loud cry is enough to tell the audience just what happened.
With his face free, Rob pulls back, gasping for air, his entire chin drizzled in the skunk’s nectar. His cock already drips with pre, which catches the Gadget’s attention. She places her hand on Fifi’s shoulder and pulls the debilitated skunk back. Fifi stumbles off of the speaker and falls on her fluffy tail with a “pomf.”
“Move aside,” the inked mouse says, reaching back behind her and
undoing her bikini top. Her breasts are smaller than the skunk’s, but quite perky and delightful in their own right. “You’ve abused the poor guy too much. Time for Gadget to come to the rescue!
On the other side of the stage, Dawn is tended to by the two lovely males. She sighs as she sinks into the strong arms of Bane, the wolf’s gloved paws groping at her chest, the leather rubbing over her nipples and getting them nice and erect.
Meanwhile, the feline Chase squats down in front of her, his tail brushing up and down along her thigh, letting her just enjoy the view of her husband for the time being. He glances up at Bane, who gives him a wink. Chase snickers, and he stands slowly up to face her, hands on his hips as his tail brushes up her thigh.