FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Tracy was looking for customers. It was midafternoon, too early to stand on the street corner. She had just cleaned up and left after having sex with a naive college student who had actually called her "Ma'am" and she was right on schedule with her earnings expectations. She walked along the edge of the college campus, flopping her long ears around and swaying her cute hips from side to side, trying to elicit comments from the college boys. It wasn't like they had too many girls there; it was an engineering school and the ratio of boys to girls pretty much guaranteed a good portion of the nerds would be sexually frustrated. She walked up to a driveway of a fraternity house where some of the brothers were oogling her and others were playing basketball with a hoop mounted on the gutter of the frat's garage.

"It can get pretty... lonely at a school full of smart boys like this," she said, "It doesn't cost that much to feel a gentle touch, you know. Or a furiously passionate one if that's what you want." Tracy winked at one of the taller ones who had been checking her out.

None of them really said anything for a minute. Then a fox shrugged and said "Eh, why not. I haven't gotten laid for months, I might as well."

Tracy walked up to him, letting her hips sway ferociously. He was completely unafraid of her, looking directly at her tits and crotch. She looked him up and down, decided he had money, and told him "Let's go somewhere, discuss what you want, and how much it's worth." He turned around, beconed with his fingers, and loped up to the door of the frathouse. He dug in his pockets for a few minutes, finally turning up a ring full of keys.

"My name is Raymond, by the way," he said as he unlocked the door and led her inside. He brought her up the stairs and through a door into a bedroom littered with empty energy drink cans and beer bottles. The walls were plastered with posters for bands that seemed to be competing for the Most Offensive Poster award and a few guitars lay next to an amplifier next to a closet with aluminum slide doors. A rack of servers whirred to themselves by the window, which had a big elm tree in front of it, its leaves yellow and mostly fallen. Raymond locked his bedroom door behind them, walked to the window, shut the blinds, and cleared off the bed. "I'm looking for a blowjob to start with, leading into anal sex after several minutes. Is that something you offer? I have lube in that drawer." He pointed towards a nightstand that had been covered with band stickers.

"$200." Tracy knew only a little about guitars, but she did know that one of the ones she had noticed by his closet was an expensive brand. "He probably has rich parents," she thought to herself.

Raymond walked over to his dresser, opened the bottom drawer, and pulled out a shoebox. It had some cash, some pills, some weed, and some rolling paper. He counted out the cash, came up with the amount requested, closed the drawer, and handed it to her. Tracy tucked it in the zippered pocket of her short, short skirt and began stripping as sexily as possible. She took off her shirt, if you could call it that, and ran her hands along her tits before taking her bra off. She kneeled, still wearing her boots and tiny skirt, and undid his jeans, letting them fall. He was wearing Zelda-themed boxers, rife with Triforces and swords and pictures of Link jumping, rolling, and crouching. She remembered that video game, her brother played it all the time when they were both little. She pulled down his boxers, revealing a somewhat small nearly flaccid cock. "I'm a grower, not a shower," he insisted defensively.

Tracy ran her tongue from the head to the base of the shaft. She could feel it get a bit less soft with her tongue. She brought one of her hands up to cup his balls and the other up to gently rub his dick, focusing on the corona as she licked the underside of his shaft. She took her hand off his now mostly erect penis and lapped at the cock as if it were a stick of rock candy. She brought her lips to the tip of his cock and gradually took more and more of it in as she opened her mouth, running her tongue along his shaft as it slid into her mouth and then her throat. He was now fully erect, and moaning in pleasure. She wriggled her tongue against his cock and then began bobbing her head on it, licking it the whole time. His balls were still in one of her hands, and she began to play with them carefully, eliciting noises of arousal from the fox. She took his cock out of her throat and mouth and began licking it all over again. Raymond was lost in bliss and pleasure. She looked up at him for a moment, saw that his eyes were closed, and proceeded to deepthroat him again, more intensely than before. She wanted to make him cum so she could move on to the next customer, whoever that would be. He had already paid, it didn't matter to her if he got what he'd paid for or not. The fox, however, had other intentions and when he felt he was getting close to the edge he stumbled back, pulling his thick cock free of her mouth, and gestured to his bed.

Tracy climbed onto the bed and took her skirt off. She reached over to the nightstand and opened the drawer, taking a small bottle of lubricant out. She put some on her fingers and slid them into her asshole, wiggling them around to distribute it advantageously. Raymond asked "Cowgirl?" Tracy nodded, and Raymond laid down on his back, sinking into the soft, comfortable bed. Tracy climbed on top of him and impaled her ass on his now quite large erection. She bounced herself up and down on his throbbing shaft, carefully at first and more eagerly as she grew more comfortable. Raymond watched as her tits and her long floppy ears jiggled in time with her movement. He grunted with pleasure and she rubbed her boobs, giving him a little show to look at. Raymond began to thrust his hips, sliding his meaty cock in and out of her ass more forcefully. "I'm gonna cum!" he gasped. His throbbing cock shot ropes of cum forcefully up her ass as he embedded the entirety of his cock in her body. "Oh, man, oh that was so good." He relaxed on his bed, basking in the glow of satisfaction. Tracy hopped off of him. "One minute, I'll show you out," he said, "Let me catch my breath."

"Take your time, not a problem." Tracy got dressed, counted her day's earnings, and put them back in her skirt pocket.

After a few minutes Raymond stood up, yawned, and stretched. He put the bottle of lube back and shut the drawer. "C'mon." He led her out of the frat house the way they entered it, and gave her a pat on the butt as she walked out the door. She winked at the boys on the lawn and began the walk to her apartment so she could clean herself up.