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Horatio's Dirty Secret

Each strike of the minute hand was like a loud bell in Horatio's ear. From the closed blinds, held open by a nondescript finger, he watched his wife leave for work. The raccoon woman had her brown hair done up into a dignified bun, her glasses on straight, and not a hair on her gray-furred body out of place. He could barely hear the conversation she was having with her assistant at her law firm, and she didn't even notice he was watching and waiting for her to leave the driveway. Off she went in her luxury Escalade.

Finally, she was gone. A pang of dreadful excitement fluttered through his belly as Horatio fumbled with his phone to text a phone number that was private.

Horatio (H): She's gone to work. Come over.

PN (Private Number): Are you sure she's gone? We almost got caught last time. :P

H: Yeah, she's got a big client today; had to go in early to finalize shit. Just get over here, please! I'm so horny for you, baby...

PN: How horny are we talking?

Horatio bit his lip as his fur bristled. His ringed tail wagged behind him as he set his phone down to quickly take off his robe. He let it fall to the floor. The middle-aged raccoon had a gorgeous body that he took care of. He had a sleek build, more akin to a dancer than a body builder, but still boasted an impressive set of pecs and abs, which he was proud of. Patches of soft brown hair grew on his chest and abs, going down to a happy trail which led beneath a black jockstrap.

He adjusted his glasses and walked over to the couch and dug for something in a table drawer; he pulled out a selfie stick that he bought to take pictures with his wife while on their last vacation. He hooked up his phone and took a picture of himself from behind while kneeling on the couch; his ass was fat and framed perfectly by the jockstrap. He got a couple using the voice activation while his cheeks spread, and when he was done, he sent them to the private number.

PN: Holy shit! Look at that pussy! Is it all clean?

H: Daddy, I'm all douched up and ready for you.

PN: You're a** horny slut... Alright, I'm on my way. I want you face down and ass up on the coffee table. If you're not, I'm going to beat your nuts. Understand?**

Horatio bit his lip again, the raccoon's fur still on end as his legs squeezed together around his growing cock. He was proud of it, but he rarely used it anymore. He looked at himself in the mirror, seeing his mature muzzle covered with a trimmed brown beard that had wisps of silver in it. His green eyes stared back at him like glistening emeralds, and he ran a hand over his belly and chest as he admired his form. Another ping from his phone let him know that his lover was almost here, so he assumed the position without hesitation and patiently waited.

There was no knock at the door. There was no call for anyone asking to enter. Only the sound of the door opening and then shutting, followed by heavy footfalls and the jingling of chains. His fur stood on end when he felt a presence behind him, and when he felt a smooth hand on his ass, he curled his toes and let out a groan.

"Shit..." His lover whispered, his voice youthful and playful. "Damn, Mr. Martinez..."

"Y-you like that, Terry?" Horatio asked, looking behind him to smile at his lover.

An eighteen-year-old eastern dragon stood behind him, his crotch level at Horatio's ass; he was at least two decades younger than him, and couldn't be completely different in terms of clothing. Terry wore a punk aesthetic, complete with a ripped t-shirt, baggy ripped pants, and combat boots with plenty of buckles. His pants hung loosely off his body, showing off the teen's boxer briefs that were tight in the front. The dragon's cock was long, snaking down the leg clear down to his knee as he adjusted himself so that he was comfortable.

"You know, I love seeing you like this, Mr. H." Terry said, his voice slightly husky with lust. "Shame I can't see you like this during school."

They locked eyes. The dragon's vibrant yellow eyes were framed by heavy black eyeliner; his nose was pierced with a septum ring; and his long tendril-like mustache and beard were coming in nicely. He had a chain necklace and a choker with a blooming black rose around his neck. His attire consisted of black boots, trip pants, and a punk rock t-shirt of some band Horatio was too old to know anything about.

"G-gotta keep this a secret..."

"I know, I know..." The teen rolled his eyes and gave his teacher's ass a slap. The raccoon gasped and ground his fat ass into his student's hand. I just get fed up seeing you in those fuckin' slacks. They frame your ass so perfectly"--Terry gave his ass a firm slap, which caused it to jiggle viciously--"that I just want to bend you over your desk."

"F-fuck..." Horatio cursed as he felt his.

"You want my cock?" Terry sneered down at his teacher and gave his ass a firm slap. The fat cheek wobbled as Horatio let out a desperate cry.

"Yes!"

"Would you suck my cock after class?" He asked again, another slap, another cry.

"Yes!"

"Would you let me fuck you in your office? Right over those midterms you need to grade? "

"Fucking--Yes!" Horatio snarled. "Please! Fuck me! "

"That's what I like to hear!" Terry growled and lurched forward to grab Horatio by the hair. He twisted and pulled him back, bending him backwards in a painful manner. You're my fucking bitch, and don't you forget it! Got that slut?"

"God yes..."

"Open your mouth." Terry commanded, and Horatio opened his maw. Terry hocked a loogie and spat it right into Horatio's mouth and clamped his mouth shut with a fist. "Swallow it."

Horatio did so without hesitation. The spit wad tasted vile, like he had been smoking Marlboro Reds and drinking. No doubt he had been when Horatio texted him, but fuck, he loved the vile taste. He opened his maw wide to show that the spit wad was swallowed, and he received a pat on the cheek.

"Good slut!" Terry huffed. "On your back. "

Horatio turned around with his head hanging off the table and watched as Terry peeled the shirt off his body. A thin sheen of sweat covered his green body scales, and he had tufts of white hair growing on his chest and just above his crotch.

Horatio smiled. "Your fur is coming in nicely." He said, and ran his hand up the teen's chest. This earned him a cute pleasure growl as the dragon was petted. His long tail swished back and forth at the audience as he undid his belt.

"Thanks," he mumbled, "and you're going to look great with my ass on your face."

The pants came down, and Horatio's glasses came off. Peeking out of the side of a skull logo jockstrap was the twelve-inch form of a bright pink uncut cock. The base was surrounded by a mess of musky pubic hair that made Horatio's whiskers curl in delight every time he smelled it.

He took a deep sniff when Terry pushed the cock against his face. The jock was slightly damp with sweat. "Did you have practice today?"

"Sure did. Ran two miles, but chose not to shower so I can save it for you. I know how much you love my BO, Mr. H."

"Fuck yes!" Horatio whined.

With his pants around his ankles, Terry turned around and lifted his tail to present his ass. He performed a squat right onto the older raccoon's awaiting face, and Horatio let out a shuddering groan as his senses were filled with the intense musk of a wet asshole. He pressed his nose against it; a circle of white pubic hair surrounded the pink hole as he sniffed and licked the salty and pungent exterior. He worked his tongue up and down the crack from the back of Terry's fat nut sack (which filled out the jock so nicely) to the top of his ass before he locked his lips around the hole and began to suck.

The teen jacked himself off, groaning as the older man ate his swamp ass. He all but sat on the man's face, grinding his teeth against Horatio's nose and mouth as his teeth flexed under the raccoon's ministrations.

Eventually, Terry shed the rest of his clothes, save for his jock. They moved to the couch for comfort, and he resumed sitting on his teacher's face while he kissed and sucked on Horatio's toes. He suckled on each toe, giving each cute digit the attention they deserved. He . The cute digits curled against his dexterous tongue as he ground his ass against his lover's face.

"Damn Mr. M, your got some nice fuckin' feet..." Terry said, webs of spit connecting the toes to his lips as he lifted his spit-shined foot up for closer inspection. "You do pedicures?"

"Y-yeah..." He admitted it with a wiggle of his toes. "G-get one once a month."

"Damn, that's pretty gay!" Terry teased him, earning a sharp smack to the ass from an annoyed Horatio. "Ouch! Okay, I deserved that one. "

"Smart ass..." Horatio smirked and kissed his hole again.

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They moved so that Horatio was sitting on the teen's lap, and the two French kissed. Spit foamed at the sides of their mouths as Terry's hands roamed over his teacher's fat ass and gave it firm and loving gropes. The pump action lube had been retrieved earlier, and Horatio slid his slick fingers in and out of his hungry asshole as it dribbled over the teen's long, throbbing cock. Three fingers went in right down to the third pair of knuckles, digging around and scissoring before he pulled them out to stretch and pull at his hole while he forced his muscles to loosen his bowels. A loud rippling fart echoed out around his fingers, and that seemed to send a shiver through the teen's body.

"Fucking fart for me..."

"You like that?" Horatio hissed as he bit at his young lover's lip.

"God yes..." Terry groaned, and the raccoon pushed his slicked ass against the boy's cock and let out another loud fart. The hot air rushing against his slicked member caused Terry to go cross-eyed and practically piss pre-cum up against Horatio's asshole. Thankfully, the gas was just from the thorough douche he gave himself earlier, so there was no smell to speak of. Horatio raised himself up and as that uncut teen cock kissed his asshole, he kissed the teen he was attached to with a fervent kiss as he lowered himself down.

He let out a moan as his man pussy spread, the lips of his used asshole curling around that delicious cock as he sank further and further down. He drew himself up, then fell down again, electing a gasp from the both of them as he began to rock his body up and down Terry's cock with such force that his cheeks clapped when they met Terry's bare lap.

As Horatio took his cock for a ride, Terry raised his arms; showing off his sweaty pits to the raccoon who practically salivated at them. There was no hesitation to be had when Horatio pushed his muzzle into the Teen dragon's fuzzy pits and huffed the unmasked scent like he was doing a line of coke. No soap, no deodorant; just pure teen musk which made Horatio's cock hard as a steel pole and his asshole salivate as Terry continued to drive his cock into him. The dragon's claws dug into his thighs as his fat nuts slapped up in rhythm like the pendulum of a clock.

"Fuck me..." Horatio begged the younger man, his speech slurred slightly.

"Fuuuck yes!" Terry also slurred, holding Horatio's head against his left armpit. The dragon drooled as he picked up speed. "FUCK! I fucking love your pussy!"

The teen was like a beast unleashed. Teeth bared in a snarl as his eyes rolled into his head, Terry began to pump his cock up hard into Horatio; the raccoon dug his nails into Terry's flesh as he let out squeals of pure joy into his hairy pit.

Six months ago, he would never have even dreamed he'd be cheating on his wife with another man, let alone one half his age. The tantalizing experience caused his fur to bristle with arousal every time he thought of Terry and his fat cock. How does a man become so hung? Is it just genetics, or are all dragons hung? Horatio wouldn't mind finding out...

Horatio got into a squat and began to slam himself up and down onto Terry's cock. His fat middle-aged ass clapped repeatedly as the stink of their sweaty sex filled the room. He'd have to air it out before his wife got home and smelt their sinful deed.

If she came home at all.

"Ride that shit!" Terry shouted. "Ride that cock, bitch!"

Horatio grinned and began to gyrate his hips hypnotically; he sat straight up, showing off his own impressive physique as he lifted his arms up and curled them behind his head in a sexy pose. He moved and bounced his ass, practically twerking for his teen lover.

"G-going fucking cum!" Terry sneered, digging his claws into Horatio's hips. He began to feverishly buck up into the older raccoon, his balls bruising the man's ass as his feet found purchase on the coffee table.

Horatio's eyes crossed, his mouth hanging open as a loud whine escaped him. His own cock began to spill its seed, coating the teen dragon's chest in musky white cum as he felt the warmth spread through his ass. Terry always had big loads, and he loved it when his guts were filled. One pump, two pumps, then three... Horatio felt his insides expanding to accommodate the big load, and when his guts had enough of being filled and began to push, the cock shot out of his ass with a loud rippling fart that spewed the white cum all over Terry's lap and even over the coffee table behind them. They lay panting, their mouths finding each other's in heated kisses as they embraced. More farting and squelching could be heard as the final bit of Terry's orgasm oozed out of his teacher's used hole.

"Fuck..." Terry huffed. "Mr. M..."

"You know you don't have to keep calling me that when we're like this, Terry," Horatio said with a slight moan as he felt the dragon's hands roam his used ass.

"Can't help it," Terry huffed as he kissed the raccoon's chest. "It's hot when I remind myself that you're my English teacher." Terry said, holding the raccoon close as their kisses became more tender and loving.

"Dirty boy," Horatio teased as he leaned down and pushed their lips together in a tender kiss before Terry patted his thigh to get the older man off of him. "You fuck all your teachers?"

"Just you right now, though I wouldn't mind fuckin' Mrs. Collins up against the wall sometime..."

Horatio laughed at that as he settled back onto the couch; his legs were spread like the whore he was, eagerly waiting for Terry to get hard again. He even went as far as to reach down between his legs to finger his asshole to keep it loose and shovel some of the cum into his mouth.

Terry watched him with a grin as he fished around in his trip pants and pulled out a cigarette case. He opened it with a flick and popped one of the cancer stick into his mouth and offered the case to Horatio. "Care for a smoke?"

"You know that shit's bad for you," Horatio teased, taking one of the cancer sticks and accepting a lighter.

"Fucking your married teacher is, too, but you don't complain when I pound your ass," Terry said, his cock dangling with a stream of pre-cum and anal mucous.

Horatio reclined back, enjoying his smoke while the dragon texted something on his phone. He admired the teen's lean, sweaty muscles; he loved the way the sweat rolled down the dragon's body and pooled in the crevices of his muscles.

"You want a shower?" Horatio offered. "As much as I love your stink, if there's too much of it Henrietta might smell you and we'll get into some trouble."

"She won't question the cigarettes?"

"Nah, I smoke all the time," Horatio waved off, "and hell, my writing room stinks of Marlboro. Plus she's a lawyer, so she probably smokes more than the both of us combined."

"Alright next question: Are we going to have our second round in there?"

"My writing room or the shower?"

"The shower, but I'll bend you over your writing desk if you want." Terry snickered with a bit of an eyebrow waggle.

A cheeky grin from Horatio as he exhaled the menthol smoke from his nostrils gave the teen his answer.