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This story was written for Kemper as Day #18 of Kinktober 2021! Today's theme was Glory Hole and the story contains sexual acts between multiple consenting adults. :3

At Your Service

As he heard the bathroom door swing open and greet him with the brief sounds of faint conversation, laughter, music and of course the gentle rumble of the nearby ocean rolling against he beach, Kemper's whole body shook with anticipation. A part of the sabretoothed feline couldn't believe what he was doing, what he had arranged for himself to be doing at this particular party hosted by Martina and her cadre of open-minded, nudity inclined companions. It had started out as a joke when he had mentioned to the kangaroo that there were still so many of her friends he hadn't been introduced to yet, either formally or intimately. In return, Martina had giggled and suggested that there was one way for Kemper to meet a whole bunch of people in one night, though whether he'd be able to recognise them after the fact wasn't guaranteed. Of course Kemper had asked what she'd meant, and now, less than a month after receiving his answer, the canine-cocked sabretooth was sitting on the closed seat of a toilet, at the end of a row of cubicles in the only set of public bathrooms near where Martina and the others hosted their frequent naked beach parties.

Technically speaking this wasn't even one of those kind of parties. This really was just meant to be a naturist community event, and while arousal was by no means taboo if it happened to occur around all those naked bodies, sex was something that remained off limits in an official sense, reserved for certain more off the books events like those Kemper had attended in the past. And yet, there Kemper sat. Naked, rock hard, and trembling with excitement as he heard padding footsteps slip closer and closer to his end cubicle despite their being five others free for anyone to use. Staring at the wall of his cubicle which adjoined the one next door, and at the tennis-ball sized, rubber lipped hole open on his side where he'd pulled the paper dispenser free.

The cubicle door next to his creaked slightly as it swung open. It rattled shut again, Kemper heard a lock click, and almost immediately his eyes bulged as he heard two nervous, gentle knocks on the plywood partition between his cubicle and the one now occupied next door. Swallowing thickly, Kemper knocked back, and he blushed and grinned as he heard a whimper of relief from whoever was here with him. Another moment and he heard the rattling sound of a second paper dispenser being lifted gently off the wall, and Kemper slid off the toilet, onto his knees on the cool, clean tile floor, as he saw movement through the glory hole now fully open between the two stalls.

They didn't talk. They didn't share so much as a word, but that was more than okay with Kemper. In a way that made it even more exciting, the cock which pushed itself through the hole mere seconds later speaking for itself as it twitched and dribbled in helpless excitement. In his mind, Kemper wondered what had brought this guy here. Whether he'd seen someone hot on the beach and fled in search of relief as he got impossibly worked up to the point where it couldn't be hidden or simply ignored, or if perhaps he'd heard from someone, maybe Martina herself that the glory hole was open for business, and was here for a visit for that reason alone. Regardless of the figure's intentions and the nature of his desires though, Kemper's response was the same. He scooted close to the hole. He leaned forward, rising up on his knees, and with a rumbling purr as he carefully kept his large fangs and the rest of his sharp teeth out of the way, the sabretooth cat took the stranger's cock into his mouth.

"Hhhhhhfhhhuuuuck..."

Trying not to smile in a way the guy on the other side of the wall might be able to feel, Kemper listened to the stranger's groan of delight, and with his confidence rising from that initial success began to tease and pleasure the erection within his maw. His tongue flicked across and around its dribbling tip, tingling with the surprisingly sweet flavour of the man's pre-cum. He pursed his lips and suckled, applying pressure and hearing the scratching sound of claws against the wall separating them. The cock between his lips jerked and twitched several times in succession, and Kemper was just thinking about how he could alter the rhythm of his licking to sync up with those cute, sexy twitches when abruptly the erection began to strain and quiver in a somewhat different manner within his mouth, and a ragged gurgle warned him of what was about to happen just a second or so before it did.

"Cumming... oh fuck f-ffuuhaahhhhhh..."

Hands flexing at his sides, Kemper having been so focused on this first attempt at bringing a stranger pleasure that he hadn't managed to stroke his own erection even once, the feline male found himself receiving the first spurts of a muzzleful of saltier, thicker cum. The other man's cock pulsed and unleashed ribbon after ribbon with surprising rapid-fire urgency, and after gulping down four shots, Kemper pulled back half to avoid the risk of gagging, and half so he could wrap a hand around the still twitching, spraying cock, and moan in excitement as he fulfilled part of the fantasy that had led him here in the first place. He closed his eyes and felt a few more strings of cum splatter and paint his furred face, and kept squeezing and stroking the cock before him even after its release had trailed off, right up to the point where with a satisfied groan the owner of the erection pulled it back through the hole and out of Kemper's grasp.

"Fuck, I... I needed that. Thanks."

He gasped, and then, mere seconds later, Kemper could hear and see the paper dispenser being hooked back into place and the cubicle next door being unlocked and vacated. Water ran as the guy washed his hands, a fact which made Kemper chuckle given that technically his visitor hadn't really used the bathroom at all, and with the whirr of an electric hand dryer temporarily filling the room for a brief while afterwards, the sabretoothed male found himself alone once more.

He remained kneeling in front of his half of the hole, and lifted a few fingers to his face. He touched the streaks of the stranger's cum, and growled as his remaining free paw finally closed itself around his knotted erection.

Before Kemper could do more than stroke himself a few times though, he heard the bathroom door open again. He heard faster, more hurried footsteps than before, and a giggle that he couldn't help but recognise as someone slipped into the cubicle next door and immediately opened the glory hole up once again.

"Fingers..."

The voice commanded, poking a few pink, furless digits of her own through the hole in a beckoning motion to show that it was Kemper's digits she wanted. The feline male grinned, and murmured gently.

"Cara, what..."

"Shhhh!"

She hissed playfully, giggling even as she chided him.

"No names. No tallking. Just... give me your fingers, whoever you are."

Kemper chuckled. He extended his hand through the hole just about large enough to do so, probed blindly with his pointer and middle finger extended, and within seconds felt the mouse grab his wrist, then warmth and heat suddenly surround his digits as she straddled his hand and began to hump his fingers with her typical enthusiasm.

"I knew it..."

She moaned, totally ignoring her own advice as she squeaked and gasped and made it blatantly clear to anyone else who might have come in to actually use the bathroom what was going on in those end two stalls.

"...w-when Martina just grinned and shrugged when I asked if she'd seen you, I... nnhh, knew it. Then on my way over I saw that cute otter and... ohh god, you made him, d-didn't you? You... oh... ohhh god. Fuck. That's so fucking hot, I... yes. Yes!!"

It was less of a surprise than it had been for the first guy when Cara climaxed after barely a minute of humping Kemper's hand. What did genuinely catch Kemper off guard however was the fact that after that one orgasm, though she whimpered with obvious longing, Cara stopped herself from continuing onward to another peak and pulled Kemper's digits out of her wet, dripping pussy. She giggled as she heard Kemper moan in longing, squeaked in glee when she heard the sound of the sabretoothed male exaggeratedly slurping on his own wet fingers to taste her juices, and then, with just two final words to the cat...

"Have fuuuun!"

...she was gone.

After Cara, whether the mouse was going around spreading the word or whether there really were just that many horny beach-goers seeking relief that day, Kemper found himself beset by a near constant flow of cocks interspersed by the more occasional pussy. Most seemed eager to remain anonymous, some going so far as to muffle their moans and seemingly nervous to even reveal their species by way of their sexual anatomy as though Kemper was somehow going to seek them out and judge them after the fact. Others whispered with varying degrees of bashfulness what they wanted from the occupant of the next stall over, while a much smaller proportion were even more bold than Cara had been with their words and loud, obvious exclamations of pleasure.

As an hour passed, then two, and soon a third after that, Kemper found himself getting more and more enthralled by the experience he was a part of. He had been turned on by the idea from the start; the sabretoothed male would never have agreed to this if he hadn't been. But as he relieved body after body, as he provoked orgasm after orgasm with seductive anonymity that seemed to propel his visitors to climax harder and faster than he and indeed they seemed to expect, Kemper really began to understand the appeal of this sort of utterly excessive experience. Sure it was hot as hell to be able to jerk off as he sucked on cocks and fingered, or in one case pressed his own cock through the hole and fucked a pussy belonging to an anthro he'd never met before. But the truest, most potent thrill came not from his own pleasure, but the opportunity to give so freely and shamelessly. To be met by a parade of bodies united only in their horniness, and to work them quietly, rapidly with lips and fingers and any other part of him that they begged for as they pushed themselves up against the glory hole. To feel and hear them being overwhelmed by his touch, and to be streaked, drizzled, and thoroughly painted at the culmination of the bliss he had granted them.

"Oh fuck, yessss..."

It was Kemper who grunted in rapture as a foot long horse cock pressed itself through the glory-hole, its flared head barely able to fit, and when it doused Kemper with cum just three minutes of work with both hands and his tongue later, it was Kemper who gurgled every bit as loudly and greedily as the stallion's whinnying as he guided the stranger's seed over his face, his chest, ensuring that not a single drop was wasted on anything but himself.

"Yeah! Yeah! Cumming!!"

Kemper's hand was a blur on his cock, and his fifth orgasm of his protracted session at the glory hole spilled from him as his left eye peered through the hole to where a man and a woman, a lean fox and a human with pale, freckled skin, were rutting wildly with the cubicle door open. The woman wailed as she began to climax, and as she came she turned her head and stared through the hole right back at Kemper, her euphoric expression betraying the fact that she wasn't just out of her mind with pleasure at the feeling of her lover's cock, but that she was just as turned on knowing that they were being watched as they illicitly indulged together.

The sabretoothed male huffed and gasped as two college friends traded off sticking their cocks through the hole, whispering dares to one another in a manner that was teasing, almost sarcastic at first, but which grew more desperate and vastly more sincere as their pleasure built. By the time they were both panting and on the edge it was blatantly obvious to Kemper that these two guys were head over heels in love with one another, and all it had taken was the smallest suggestion from himself...

"Y'know... if you just helped each other out, you wouldn't even need me."

...to end up with one of the pair firing a truly spectacular load through the glory hole and all over the sabretoothed cat's face as his buddy roared his name and ground his cock between his friend's ass cheeks, spilling his own load all over the base of his friend's tail as the man on the receiving end begged for his buddy to fuck him.

By the time the duration between visitors began to increase, suggesting that the beach party was probably winding down, Kemper had been in the stall for almost seven hours. His face and chest were matted with so many different sources of fluids that he had lost count, and he was trembling, panting, stroking his cock but purposefully edging himself in the near certain knowledge that once he came one last time, he would almost surely be too exhausted to continue on in any capacity.

After almost twenty minutes without a visitor, Kemper almost called it a day. He began to quicken his masturbation and closed his eyes, playing back his favourite moments from the afternoon and evening in rapid sequence as he allowed himself to push towards orgasm with no further delays in mind. Just as he was approaching his peak and promising himself that he wouldn't stop for anything though, Kemper heard the door open. He heard soft, nervous footsteps pad a few steps into the room, and then a gentle voice murmuring his name.

"Kemper?"

His eyes bulged.

"Kenzie?"

Kemper had known that Mackenzie had been there with Cara and Kylani and Kassandra, delighting in an opportunity to expand her horizons a little more and open herself up to the experience of public, outdoor nudity in a space that didn't suggest sexuality or intimacy as a part of the deal. He had told her what he was going to do, and she'd giggled and told him to enjoy himself, both of them blushing at the time as they shared a look that betrayed Mackenzie's desire to hear all about the sabretoothed male's session after the fact. At no point though had Mackenzie suggested she wanted to pay Kemper a visit though, and thus to hear her voice now both confused, and intensely excited the feline.

He heard the collie-wolf hybrid's footsteps getting closer and closer, but rather than slipping into the cubicle next to his, he glanced down and saw her bare footpaws outside the door to his cubicle.

"Kemper, can... can I see you?"

She whispered bashfully, her voice trembling with nervousness, but thick with longing at the same time. Kemper trembled and growled as he lifted a hand to his face, cum in varied states of dryness coating his normally dark fur and giving it a pale, silvery sheen in the bathroom's fluorescent lighting. He slowly, shakily pulled himself too his feet. He reached out and gripped the locking mechanism of his cubicle, and with his cheeks crimson the sabretoothed cat swung his door open, revealing his cum-stained face and upper body to the collie's bright, bulging eyes.

"O-ohh..."

She gasped as she stared into the cubicle at the cum-drenched mess of a cat.

"Oh.... god, you..."

She whimpered, and for a moment her body shook, Kemper genuinely worried that he had gone too far in his own debauched enthusiasm to the point of making Mackenzie unable to even process what she was looking at.

Seconds later though, he realised he needn't have worried as the cause of that trembling revealed itself. Mackenzie's body had tensed up as she willed herself to do something, and a few moments afterwards, with a strained moan of longing, she did it.

She lunged forward through the cubicle door. She pressed it, and locked it shut behind her, and as she threw herself into Kemper's arms she craned her neck forward and started to lick his musky, scent-laden, cum-coated face.

"I've been thinking about you all day."

She gasped as she grabbed Kemper's cock in her hands, one upon the shaft, the other wrapping around his knot, and began to pump him feverishly.

"About this. What you've been doing, I... o-ohhh..."

She nuzzled at his face as Kemper growled and huffed at her unbelievably pleasurable touch. She giggled, whimpered, and lapped at the dried cum from a couple of dozen different sources, darting her muzzle all over as though hoping to taste a little of every single load that Kemper had received.

"Kemper, I... I think..."

The once shy, inexperienced collie whined with giddy desire as she pumped her lover's cock and listened to him snarl and huff in imminent warning of his release.

"...I think I want to talk to Martina, and... and ask maybe, next time there's another of these parties... if the two of us could be here. Working the glory hole, together."

Kemper's eyes rolled back into his head. He let slip a breathless, overwhelmed gurgle as the impact of what Mackenzie had just suggested hit his libido like a freight train, and he heard the collie yip, whimper, and giggle with glee as while she continued to squeeze him and lick him all at once, the sabretoothed cat's cum began to paint her paws, her chest, and her fluffy furred belly.

"Yessssss..."

Kemper mewled as he fought to remain standing, as he draped his trembling arms around Mackenzie and bucked his hips against her. His gasps and cries were more than just affirmations of the pleasure she had granted him though. They were an answer. An orgasmically driven, overwhelmingly enthusiastic answer to the suggestion which Mackenzie had put forward, and which Kemper wanted so very, very badly to help make a reality.

"...ohhgod, Kenzie... together. I... w-we.... ohh god, yesssssssss!"

By Jeeves

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