Overdressed Afternoon
#4 of Pawsburg Stories
Decided to throw together a quickie scene before bed, I like to think this is a little better written but honestly I doubt it. I'm beyond tired at the point of writing it, but god I love the interaction between these two.
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Fennys Speedy Scenes #3 - Overdressed Afternoon
Car door slamming, Kayla bolts for her apartments steps in the dark. Laughing as her pursuer closes the distance. Just as she grasps the rail of the walkway the naughty Coyote grabs her. Hands wrapping around her to grasp at her covered breasts, holding her in place as she impishly looks over her shoulder "Casey!" she giggles loudly, "Not outside!"
The wild dogs devious laughter matching her own as he spins her around by the hips. One hand going up the back of her thigh as the other squeezes her against him. Growling menacingly he says "You'll be lucky to make it up these stairs in one piece." The two struggle-shuffle up the stairs. Mouths clasped together, hands searching half for purchase on the other and half for the rail. The only saving grace of the situation being the peaceful cover of the stars.
Finally making it to the top of the steps Kayla turns to rifle through her handbag for her apartments key. All the while feeling Casey's hands grasp both her hair and large fluffed out fox tail. Freezing in the motion of reaching for the keyhole she gasps sharply and catches herself before her knees give way.
"Go on, stick it in the hole Kayla," Casey breathes into her big vulpine ear. Between his hot breath and masculine voice she shudders, hand trying to do just what he's demanding of her. As the shiny copper key slides into the hole her vicious 'attacker' sinks his teeth into the nape of her neck and she just gives up. The key barely turned in the hole she presses back against him and lets out a loud moan.
A moment later the doors opened, Casey's picked her up and she's damn near sailing through the air. Her tiny apartments size meaning that her bed is pretty close to the door. Providence. As she regains her senses she looks to the door and grins. The disheveled coyote standing there in his tight ripped jeans is exactly what she wants. Reaching down he pulls his tight black shirt off and shakes his bangs out of his brown eyes.
"You fucking want something?" he asks, staring back at her hungrily with those cocoa orbs, smiling and showing a canine.
"Just a cup full of you." she replies, biting her lower lip as she watches his hands move, a thumb pressing behind his leather belt buckle. The strap moves out as he pulls forward, grasping the end tip in his hand and popping the buckle loose.
* * *
Before she can do more than breath a few times the sandy canine is on top of her. Still dressed fox intermingling with naked coyote. She doesn't even have time to take her tennis shoes off as she wraps her legs around his waist. Letting herself sink into what's happening, the weight of him on top of her, the adrenaline, the passion of the situation. Quickly the vixen flushes, reveling in the exploring hands, the strong touches, and the ravenous kisses.
"Casey-" she gasps, "Do you want me to get undressed first?" Panting as she speaks, the heat of lust building rapidly in her groin as she starts to soak through her panties. "I don't really care, honestly." he responds as he sits up, one hand going to the already erect cock between his legs, "I don't think you will either in a few moments."
Flashing her another devious smile as he sticks a pair of fingers into the side of her panties crotch and pulls them aside. "Say 'ah'," he growls, red tip pressing forward as his hips move towards her. Sliding into her wet womanhood in one smooth motion. Letting out a gasp of mixed pain and pleasure she curses. Mockingly chastising her he growls, "Language, young lady."
"Oh, go fuck yourself." she laughs as she pushes her hips towards him and wiggles, trying to swallow every small bit of cock between her nether lips. The conversation stops there, Casey's response is entirely physical. His hands reach out, balanced over her as he is, to the bottom of her shirt to push the fabric up. The back of his claws rake through her white stomach fur, as he works the material up to her breasts. Pausing at the bottom of her bra for a moment her coyote lover thrusts hard twice and begins to rhythmically push his hips forward, shoving her down into the bed.
Kayla gasps from the sudden movement, pussy squeezing instinctively around his shaft as she does so. The invading fingers of the coyote dip below the wire of her bra and pull the well fitting pink clothing up and over her breasts. Her eyes look down, seeing the cleavage drop from her bra as her breasts part slightly from laying on her back. Without missing a beat he drops down smoothly, mouth pressing to nipple and begins to bite gently. Curling his hands around behind her back to grab and hold his little fox toy still.
Every touch of his mouth causes her to moan, the rolling licks, the soft biting. Teasing and kissing. From one side to the other he goes, whiskers brushing against her chest as he explores her soft orange furred breasts thoroughly with his mouth. The kisses stray up, sometimes becoming bites, sometimes little licks. Every moment of the love making pushing her along, every nibble earning him a gasp ragged breathing, and a wet squeeze.
Meanwhile the building climax in the coyotes own manhood pushes him onwards, the soft and wet tightness of his foxes hole urging him forward as she nears climax. Every inch of her silky insides seemingly made just for him. His own breathing grows harder as he begins a growl that she recognizes.
"Not-" a ragged feminine moan shaking her curvy frame, one breast held in place by a strong hand, "Inside."
Casey's growl gets louder, she can feel him starting to climax. It pushes her far over the edge. Her legs try to pull him closer as she fights her instincts, every ounce of her being demanding he press down and knot her, in the end the foxes legs just shake. She wants him to fill her with cum and make her the mother she wants to be, but he's stronger than her this time. As her walls squeeze down on his cock he slides out, masculine strength overpowering her barely controlled legs as the pointed tip of his canine rod begins to pump hot spunk onto her crotch. The thick streams pump out multiple times, coating her lap and pleated skirt.
It takes them both a few moments to collect themselves enough to speak. Gasping for air like runners.
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With a loud and angry whine Kayla lightly smacks at the coyotes chest, "You asshole! You got it on my skirt!" Blinking in confusion for a moment as her small fist baps him in the chest ineffectively Caseys amused words dont help. "You said to pull out, where did you want me to finish? In a god damn cup?"
Rolling her eyes at his snarky attitude she sighs, "You're going to get these cleaned for me. Promise."
"I guess, but it's gonna look real weird when I take your clothes to the laundrymat." He shrugs, flopping to one side as he fully dismounts his orange ride.
Laughing as she rolls to snuggle against him, "You deserve to make someone think you crossdress."