Rooftop: The Edge
Sprocket the wolf gets some high city action.
Even though night had long since fallen over Lusteroes, the city was wide awake. The skyline painted day from the myriad of casinos, shows, and extotic experiances advertised everywhere. Downtown, it was always easy to find some fun, but even harder to stay out of trouble. Up above tourists bustled on elaborate walkways drinking and yelling as they threw fireworks and egged each other, while down below workers drudged in their cars. Traffic ground to an agonizingly painful halt. Radio chatter disturbed about who to blame for the mysterious explosion on the Green Line last week. Whispered rumors said the delays were going to be for at least another one.
All urgency had been sapped and in response the mall had surged. Citizens of various shapes and sizes lingered after work, shopping and eating as they put off the inevitable. Across the outside of buildings ads would play. Flat out ignored by the locals, they often competed for center of attention to wide eyed tourists, flitting across any empty space they could find to play out their grand little tragedies about how great life could be with this lotion or that haircut. Fights amongst the mascots were common for the more popular spots, often spurred by the excited or drunk.
Behind the shops, tall offices hid, reprieved from the excitement. Even the quiet back streets were full tonight but no one talked or chatted as they passed, tired and trapped in their individual thoughts as they waded home. Atop a lonely building one black wolf sat on the edge, bare feet draped lazily over the side. His shirt was undone, tie strewn indifferently across his neck. A mostly eaten calzone sat in the half open box next to him, Porkrind's Pizza Emporium written in blocky red and white text. In his hand, he feverishly stroked his electric blue cock, breath fogging into a hot cloud front of him.
Stress. From the beginning to the end, nothing had been able to shake the funk off. He had either slept through his alarm or it hadn't gone off though he was sure he had double checked it, a forgotten lunch, running late out the door, rain, traffic, a bad batch of code, boss not being been particularly agreeable in any matter, jamming his toe on the printer because somebody kept pulling it forward. The cherry on top was that even after all the extra time he had spent the work was only half done. All wrapped up in a sloppy package and waiting for him tomorrow. There were worse things however. Like the fact that he needed lube. He spit into his hand and closed his eyes. Toes curling as he teased himself.
Sprocket didn't consider himself to have an active imagination, but sometimes he could close his eyes and trick himself. Believe that instead of his own large hands touching himself they were those of a tiny mouse with white fur and a button nose. Giant blue eyes matching her satin lingerie. Delicate would be a good way to describe her he thought. Small pink little fingers would trace around his head, squeezing playfully before moving down his shaft. Soft face resting on his thigh, she'd move closer, breath teasing before slowly brushing her tongue across his balls. Maintaining eye contact she'd suck one at a time. Rolling each of his orbs back and forth in her mouth, savoring the taste as she played with his fur. Once he was nice and wet, she'd abandon the sensitive skin to wrap thin lips around his cock. He groaned lightly as she moved up and down.
"You gonna be a good girl for me this time?" he whispered, rubbing his hand down her jaw. Gently, he traced the outline of her neck. The lingerie pressed her boobs tantalizing together for him. Time to play. He shoved the fabric aside and twisted her nipple, feeling the rush of cold air against his cock as she gasped. With a smile she took him suddenly down to his base, forcing a throaty string of notes from him as she eagerly sucked.
"Little slut deserves a reward," he said sliding his hand down her back, nails gliding through her short fur. Her back arched towards him and he could see how swollen and excited she was. He gripped her ass tightly and she gave a small wanting whine around his cock. Fingers gave one last parting squeeze before dipping lower, pulling just the side of her lips open, exposing her pink inside. She shivered and wiggled her butt gleefully. Already he could feel the warmth and juices radiating from her center. He gave a sly smile. With two fingers he teased just along her outside, round and round in the soft velvety fur. She bucked and hummed. Just a little more. So he pressed against her hood, rubbing her hard clit between fingers. She pushed needfully against him but another desire was too strong. She pulled her head up to protest for more when he simultaneously shoved her back down on his cock and thrust his fingers deep inside her. Forced to deepthroat him as made a repeated come hither motion. Her insides were hot and warm, dripping wet as he steadily stretched her out.
It was a race to see who could get each other there first but it seemed he had the advantage. Her warm insides kept clenching and unclenching around his fingers, tighter each time, and her attention to his cock was slipping. Her tongue slowly losing focus as she kept gasping and cooing for him.
"I want my slut to cum," he said with a warm growl. Mercilessly, he began thrusting his fingers in and out of her tightening entrance. Constant moans and gasps flooded from the poor little mouse as he pushed her closer and closer. Her face resting against his thigh, cock long since forgotten. He pushed a little bit deeper and found the Midas touch. Her sounds escalated, a second of silence as inside she stiffened and quivered, before suddenly everything became rock hard against his fingers. Muscles clenched and contracted, trying to push him simultaneously in and out as clear cum gushed from her.
She was left quivering. Slowly he pulled his fingers out of her. Smiling as she twitched and gasped. He brought them immediately to his mouth and slowly licked her off of him, savoring her tangy taste. Once satisfied he brought his hand down to her face. She stared at him.
"You're still not done," he whispered.
His blue cock was rock hard, throbbing with thick lines of precum oozing down his shaft. He grabbed her long hair and twisting it into a ponytail. Eagerly she accepted and opened her mouth wide. He was slow in the beginning. Guiding her up and down his cock he coated himself with a fresh layer of her spit. Bringing her half-way down his shaft, he paused, letting her get one last deep breath before, without mercy, he started to throat fuck her. A few muffled squeaks as she let her body relax to the experience. Soon his thick cock pushing past her throat muscles. He felt the resistance soften as each time he pulled himself back out with long strokes.
His balls were drenched in her saliva. Sneakily she wet her fingers and just grazed the outside of his ass. He was already having trouble from her tight throat but it was too much.
His eyes ripped open. He was over the edge as he convulsed in pleasure, watching thick streams of his cum arch before nose diving to the street below. He hadn't meant to but there was nothing he could have done to stop it. A few seconds later an annoyed yell was heard. He sat there in his stupor, unable to care, unable to move. Finally he noticed the car lights in the distance were now steadily moving away from him at an even pace. Trapped halfway in the haze of his fantasy, he grabbed his belongings. Shoes back on his feet he grabbed his backpack and headed towards the stairwell.
Next time, he thought, he should get her name.