ND: LoveGun Jennifer Ending (Impressing the New Boss)
Story by LiveIron on SoFurry
You decided to use the LoveGun on Jennifer.
Let's see how that went...
>Why did you shoot Jennifer?
>You should have known it was going to be a trick.
>A fox got you into this mess, you should have known adding another fox to the mix would only make things worse.
>Now you're naked, blindfolded, and tied to a bed, and for the past 20 minutes you've had paws on your dick.
>...both her hands and her feet, at this point.
>"Who do you work for?" she asks with that sultry vixen voice.
>"You!" you answer for the hundredth time.
>"And who do you answer to?"
>"Y-you!"
>You feel her fur brush close against your face, her hum audible as her breath hits your ear.
>"And who am I?" she whispers, her pads pausing, squeezing your tortured member tight.
>"A g-goddess," you whisper back.
>"Good boy," she says, dragging her muzzle across your cheek. "Kiss."
>You press your lips against hers, trying to hold onto some scrap of dignity as you slobber all over her muzzle.
>The fox opens up for you, letting your tongue slide in only to bite down on it. She plays with the trapped tip with her own tongue, tugging lightly.
>Her teasing on your other tip doesn't cease, either.
>She bites down slightly harder when you let out a whine, her claws digging into your sack as she presses her snout harder against you.
>Somehow, she pushes your tongue to the side of her mouth and traps it, leaving her tongue free to invade your mouth.
>She tastes slightly of wine, a cheap, wet red.
>But hell, is it strong.
>Only when your entire mouth is coated does she pull away, her teeth scraping along your now-tender tongue.
>"How do I taste?"
>"G-good..."
>She hums again, drifting away from you.
>Her paws as well, you note.
>Then something warm drips down onto your member, and her hands return, coating you as you twitch and moan.
>"Time to see how you taste..."
>A shock runs through your body when the tip of her tongue touches your lower head, that red-wine flavor surging through your mouth anew. The ropes cut into your wrists as you reach for her involuntarily, the ones around your ankles and knees tightening.
>"Do I have to do it?" she asks, her breath washing over your bare groin.
>"No, no," you pant, shaking your head desperately.
>Your breath hitches as she massages the sensitive, upper-insides of your thighs, digging occasionally beneath your scrotum as her paws grip your legs.
>"Are you sure?" Jennifer asks, tracing the seam between your legs and your groin, circling your base.
>"Y -- ye -- s," you choke out, straining to pull your feet together but keep your knees apart.
>You hear shifting on the bed, and try to focus on that, on the way the room smells of air-freshener, of the way the restraints cut into your thighs, your ankles.
>In short, on anything but everything that's going on near your nethers.
>When she cups it all together, her thumbs hooking beneath your sack and pressing it up against your erect member, her breasts just barely pressing against your inner thighs, you nearly explode.
>She chuckles at the burst of air that escapes your lips, beginning to gently massage you.
>"Alright... but you know what happens if you disappoint me."
>Oh god, how you do.
>You know exactly what the 'it' from earlier meant, and you know exactly what will happen if you bust early now.
>The air escapes you in a thin stream this time when Jennifer puts her lips to your head, occasionally veering into a whistle as you pull your lips tight.
>They're soft, they're warm, they're wet.
>You can feel the little stain they leave when she pulls back, her tongue brushing against you as she remoistens them and kisses a little lower along your shaft.
>You twinge with each kiss she presses along your underside, your teeth grinding when she reaches your testes and polishes them off, too.
>Only when she presses the top of her snout along your length do you vocalize, though nothing intelligible. It's a groan through and through.
>Her fur feels so much softer against that sensitive skin, and the slight wetness of her nose against your balls is vibrant in a way that you had thought only colors could be before.
>You let lose a full-on whimper when she sniffs you there, long and drawn out, that wet nose scraping up along your length.
>Damn these ropes.
>She makes sure you know she's opened her mouth, that tell-tale 'ahh' clearly for your blind benefit.
>It takes all you have not to scream when she slowly takes your length into her mouth, making sure her teeth scrape gently along you the whole way. You grunt slightly when she presses down a bit further, your head hitting the back of her throat as she jostles your balls with her lower jaws.
>But then it's right back to business; Jennifer backs off, and clamps her mouth down around you tight -- both her teeth and her lips -- and begins to suck.
>You can feel every bump on her tongue, every fold on the roof of her mouth, every tiny gap between her teeth. Your memeber is quickly pressed against them all. Even before she starts moving, you're already hissing and struggling against your binds.
>Jennifer doesn't let you go easy this time, keeping her mouth perfectly still, perfectly tight around your member as her hands begin to roam.
>The cruel vixen is likely regretting the blindfold now, unable to watch your fluttering, darting eyes as she traces her hands over your groin, your hips, your thighs.
>You twitch against her when her claws lightly scrape your stomach; perhaps the way you're biting your lip hard enough to bleed is good enough for her.
>Then she begins to bob her head.
>Slowly.
>Ever so slowly.
>On the upstroke, your dick is pulled up along in her tight embrace for a centimeter or two, before every ridge and bump is dragged across its tender surface.
>On the downstroke, you feel your precum spurt out as the sensations all rush you at once.
>It only takes three or four slow, long strokes before you scream, your hips twitching violently.
>When the fox bites down hard and sticks her thumbs in your balls, staying deadly still, you quickly quiet down.
>"Please -- please --" you beg, barely able to gasp it out, "I -- I can't -- take more --"
>You let out another groan, your toes curling as she slackens her jaws, dragging her tongue along the underside of your dick as she lifts up from it.
>"Please what?" she asks, slowly, voice full of that vixen richness as she begins to rub circles into your sack.
>"Fuck me!"
>Though you can't see her, you can tell the fox moves in a flash, fur sliding over skin, springs creaking as you feel her weight on your thighs.
>Throughout, though, her hands never once leave your nethers, a finger or thumb always keeping your balls in line and your dick at attention.
>As if it needed the help.
>You can tell that she's gone into reverse cowgirl when you feel her tail brush up along your chest as she grabs your tip; you only feel her entrance briefly before she sinks down on you, hard and fast.
>God, it's somehow tighter than her fucking vacuum-sealed mouth!
>The vixen pushes down on your shaking knees as she bounces up and down slowly, her own knees keeping your legs straight, tense.
>That doesn't stop you from grunting, fighting vigorously against the ropes that bind your wrists.
>No, she stops that a different way.
>You feel her pause her pounding, the movement reduced to a slight, intermittent twitching as her tail springs to life.
>She shifts slightly, further back so that her ass just barely presses against your stomach; the tip of her bushy appendage skirts up your sweaty, bare skin, soft and wonderful.
>Your grunts rise in pitch when it reaches your armpits, your struggles growing less and less under your own control as your body spasms.
>Now you're struggling not to scream or laugh.
>Eventually the vixen stops, muttering "That's enough, you're starting to get soft..."
>For a moment, you realize you were indeed distracted -- but a bushy tail-tip in your face fixes all that. Soon enough you're grunting and panting once more as you take in her coffee-scented... scent.
>Through your own struggles, you think you can hear Jennifer start to get winded as well.
>She grabs your ankles, shifting down your body slightly and making you gasp as all her weight is pressed on your groin and legs, hers brushing up along your torso.
>"Fuck," is all the warning she gives before she begins to jack-hammer back against you, using your ankles as handles.
>Her knees on your ribs make it hard to gasp with every thrust; your lungs burn almost as hard as your dick, the friction, the stimulus, and her heat all sending it alight with sensation.
>When you finally feel her slowing down, you're beginning to see spots of white on the inside of your blindfold.
>You're vaguely aware of the soft, quiet groans she's letting out as she rocks back against you, gentler now.
>You're also aware of the pawpads cradling your face -- these ones from her feet for sure.
>Jennifer takes in a sharp breath when she feels you turn and kiss one, then rubs them both against you.
>"Such perverted tastes..."
>You've got just enough dignity left to mutter a muffled "Fuck off," before giving her pads a lick.
>The fox lets out a chirping chuckle, drawing them both away as she slides herself off you, her breathing still heavy.
>She lays back against you, humming at your groans; she's trapped your dick between her fluffy cheeks.
>"That was... good..." she says, making sure that her neck-fur presses against your face as she relaxes back against you.
>You manage not to make a sound as she shifts around on your tender member, crossing her legs and putting even more weight on it.
>"G-good enough to undo me?"
>A hand comes up and strokes your cheek as the vixen hums, her claws sliding dully against you.
>"--No."
>You groan; she yawns.
>"...Not quite yet... I'm a little tired now..."
>You can't tell if Jennifer is faking it as her breathing begins to shallow out, her body relaxing and growing evermore heavy.
>You take another breath of her fur; you suppose it doesn't matter.
>Stupid, sexy foxes...
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