Losing The Count
Sex addict wolf rambles on about his conquests.
This is a piece of smutty anthropomorphic erotica. Ready it at your own discretion.
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I can't really remember when I lost the count of my sexual encounters, but I remember well the time with that fox when next morning I couldn't remember the name of the guy I screwed with. It was a strange feeling, opening my eyes, stretching, smelling the cum and lube and rut in my bedroom, with a strong, lingering after effect of a fox, but there was nobody in sight and even though I did my best, and counted the used condoms (3) , I still couldn't remember what that fox guy was called. I did remember he had a blue shirt on, for the few moments he spent here without not having my cock in any of his bodily orifices.
Oh well, I thought and sat up on the bed, scratching my balls while I reached for my nightstand and took out the leather-bound notebook and a pen and opened the book somewhere along the middle. Left page was already scribbled with notes from last Tuesday, and now being Friday morning, I was better to start a new page and put down the hard facts from last night. I uncapped the pen, tail swishing, and wrote:
THURSDAY EVENING
AT ELLIOT'S
FOX, ABOUT 25
COCK ABOUT 5 INCHES
FUCKED TWICE DOGGY (KNOTTED ONCE) AND ONCE MADE RIDE ME
ASS TO MAW TO FINISH
FOX CAME TWICE UNTOUCHED COOL!
NO PHONE NUMBER OR CONTACT INFO
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I watched the approximated age I had written, tapping the tip of the pen against the page while I tried to remember what the fox was called. Something to begin with a D? Or T? Was he called Tom? Dom? Tony? Dorian? Danny?
The tip of the pen smudged a black stain onto the page and I stopped my tapping. My ears that had been flicking along to the rhythm stopped as well and remained as more stationary adornments on my lupine head. My tail swished against the dirty sheets of my bed, and I noticed a small dried stain on the carpet as well. It made my nosepad wrinkle, even if it was just cum, my favorite substance in the world, especially if it had come out of my own low-hanging balls.
My cock gave a little twitch inside his messy sheath; recalling all the details from last night was making me feel a bit randy again, and a quick glance at my alarm clock told me that there might be some time for a quick little bout of fun before shower and work.
I got out of the bed, went out to the den where my computer waited in sleep mode, clicked the internet browser on and settled onto my high-backed computer chair, cock already in paw and kneaded between some delicate pads while I one-pawedly and expertly browsed around the "LATEST UPLOADS" section of my favorite porn site. Only a few clicks later I was happily jerking myself off while watching a muscular wolf getting fucked in the ass by a bull, the wolf's tail wagging while the slutty male moaned and asked for more. His sheath wasn't hard when he was getting fucked, so it probably hurt like shit, but as long as it looked hot, I was game.
I caught my knot onto my spare palm when my balls started to rise to my body, and sprayed my chest with a nice spurt of wolf cum, all the way between my pecs. A small white trail made its way across my belly when I went to the shower.
The porn was still running on the computer screen, the bull plowing mechanically into the subby wolf.
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Friday evening always meant a lot of action going on at the scene. Sometimes, when you found the right type of guys around at the bars, you could easily get lucky twice at the same night without any real special effort. It just took bold enough a mind, good looks and a big, fat cock you weren't afraid to use. Supplying your own condoms and lube always worked like a charm, too, I had learned very easily into my career as an amateur manwhore, while I prowled the bars for easy tail.
First for Friday was a sure catch, a bit mournful-looking bear with just a hint of a pot belly, whom I found drinking a disinteresting beer on the counter at Boy's Box. I sat down next to him and offered to buy him a drink, and a the bear just gave me a look and shrugged and told it was fine.
Two drinks later I leaned against a recycling bin on the back alley, where I knew you could get from the unlocked fire door next to the toilets. I wouldn't recommend the toilets at Boy's Box for any kind of fun, since they are rancid, but the alley is nice, and the staff knows not to go there too often, so it's fine.
I even pulled out a couple of old newspapers from the recycling bin and folded them down to make something nice for the bear to kneel on while he slurped his muzzle up and down on my big prick. I leaned against the tiled wall, rubbing my nipples through my shirt to make myself feel sexy and great. The bear knew his stuff, though, and played with my balls and my tailhole, even prodding his fingertip in a little so that my pucker closed around on it. That helped me to cum a really nice load into his muzzle, and when he tried to push his head down to get all of it, I yanked his head back and made sure that he got a nice white streak across his brown muzzle.
I watched how the bear licked his lips and blinked some cum out of his ears, and then he simply got up with some rough-sounding huffing noises and disappeared into the club again.
Next morning I wrote down into my notebook.
FRIDAY EVENING
AT BOY'S BOX
BEAR, ABOUT 40, BUT HOT ENOUGH
TWO DRINKS (6,- EACH)
PRETTY GOOD MUZZLEJOB THAT MADE ME WANT MORE
BEAR DIDN'T ASK TO GET OFF
DIDN'T SEE COCK
I returned to the bar after a couple of minutes I had needed to stuff my cock back into my jeans and surveyed the place again. The bear was nowhere to be found, so I thought that I might as well stay without having any complications from trying it on with two guys at the same place during one night, so I sat onto the other end of the bar counter, ordered a rum and coke and hung around, watching the place for suitable furs. I saw a few pretty good-looking ones, including a wolf who was walking paw in paw with some cougar, which kind of was a let down, but there was a very muscular bull who hadn't spared any Vaseline on himself before hitting the dance floor, and a not too bad-looking Dalmatian doggie who looked a bit shy and twinky.
I didn't feel like challenges tonight, which I had designated to be nice and easy, and thus, I decided to pay special attention to some more seasoned clientele for now. It's not like there was ever a shortage of cock and tail here, I have to say, so, there I sat, remembering not to get too drunk while I surveyed the hunting fields.
It was almost midnight before the leopard sat next to me, and I put on my best smile and asked if he wanted a drink.
He leopard had a nice apartment, not too big but definitely on a nice area, and none of the décor or furniture were from a sale, I could tell as much. I thoroughly enjoyed debauching his couch when I told the leopard to get onto his knees and get his tongue up my ass. I drooled and pre'd all over the expensive-looking upholstery while the leopard held onto my wagging tail with one paw, his other playing with my once-drained balls. He worked his tongue up and down my crack for a while before he took the plunge and tried to get into my thoroughly washed ass for some proper ass-eating fun. The air smelled pretty raunchy before he finally took his slurper out of my ass and I told him to get ready for some proper fun now. He seemed to be into a little bit more submission than I first thought he would, so I made him beg for it for a few minutes before I finally gave him the permission to sit on my cock.
I just sat back on his expensive couch, holding onto his nice ass cheeks while the panting leopard rode my lubed and suited up dick for a couple of hours, taking my knot three times and getting really stretched out. By the time he cummed for about the fourth time, I pushed him off my sloppy fuckstick and watched him crumple down to the floor, ass up and with a big, open, gaping asshole looking back to me. A trail of accumulated lube drooled out of him, but I certainly wasn't quite done then. I knelt down behind him, took off the dirty condom and then pawed off, hard, to shoot a nice, creamy load all across the leopard's heaving back. Then I made him clean it all up, and stuck a couple of fingers up his loosened rump and told him to lick KY out of my fingers, too, and he did it happily, lapping it up like milk.
FRIDAY EVENING, BOY'S BOX
LEOPARD, ABOUT 32
ONE DRINK (5.30,-)
AVERAGE BODY, BUT HORNY LIKE ONLY CATS ARE
FIVE OR SO INCHES
TOOK THREE LOADS AND KNOT
CUMMED ON HIS ASS
FED SOME ASS TO HIM
OKAY ENOUGH
DIDN'T WANT CONTACT INFO
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I woke up to a Saturday feeling a bit sore in the balls but otherwise energized and happy with myself. The feeling only got better when I went out to shop for some groceries and a couple of girls ogled at my toned upper body barely hidden under a tank top, and a couple of guys looked at me as well, which of course made it better than the bitches looking at me like a walking cock. One of the guy who looked at me was a good-looking toned coyote, and I might have talked to him if it wasn't for the fact that I had some other stuff to do before I could dedicate myself to such leisurely pursuits.
I didn't feel like drinking so much tonight, so around four pm, after gym, jerk off and shower, I put on some nice clothes that left a little bit of room for the imagination, too, loaded my pocket with mini-packets of lube and condoms, and headed to a café in downtown which I knew to be the perfect hangout for gay guys who liked to have a nice chat and not get too drunk before they started to negotiate about who was gonna get it up the ass. It was the perfect place for me, too, since they got a lot of geeks, and they were usually pretty easy, and some weren't bad-looking at all.
Around seven pm I'm in a student dorm, much like the one I inhabited over ten years ago, and I've got two fingers inside a German Shepherd's ass and about six inches of cock inside my muzzle. Sometimes I just get a really bad craving for the taste of a salty, thick cock, and this bespectacled student of something wasn't a bad choice to enjoy in this way. Besides, the smell of unwashed underwear was a turn on, as were the movie posters on the wall, almost.
He barked when he cummed deep into my muzzle, and I sucked him dry and didn't stop sucking on his cock until he was practically whimpering with the feeling of getting his over-sensitized cock head polished by my talented tongue. I took my fingers out from under his messy tail and gave them for the Sheppie to suck on, and he did, causing my own cock to get particularly hard and stiff, just perfect for ramming it barely condomed and lubed into the Sheppie's upturned ass.
We did it doggy style on his roommate's bed, with the Sheppie's clutching onto the wooden frame while I plowed his horny gay ass with my gay stick and made a lot of noise and grunts, humping my thick and well-worn member in and out of that offered ass. He was pretty tight and took a couple of tries before I managed to slip my knot into his ass, and he bit down on a pillow and whimpered again in that particularly cute way, when that big bulb of flesh tore him a new anal highway. I cummed plenty enough to make it look like someone had tried to churn butter inside his ass, when he laid there face down and ass up. I gave his bruised cheeks a couple of good, firm slaps and then asked him where the communal bathroom was, since I really felt like giving my cock a quick wash under a tap now that I'd tapped the Sheppie's ass.
I told him it'd be kinky to walk with our cocks hanging out to the bathroom which he told to be on the end of the hallway, and with a little bit of coaxing, off we went, tails wagging and with pink, wilting erections at half past, bobbing in front of us as dirty reminders of the fuck fun we'd had in the Sheppie's dorm. As soon as we were in I locked the door - how convenient on a place like this! - and simply walked over to the row of washbasins opposite to the row of toilet stalls. I watched via the mirror how the Sheppie watched me pull my sheath back and then turn on the tap, letting water rush down to the sink. I waited until the water was fine for my tender flesh and then pushed my cock under the stream of water from the tap you were meant to use for washing your paws, not your personal fuck equipment.
I saw via the mirror that the Sheppie got hard again, and once I was done, I turned around and shook my cock at him so that some water sprayed around from its floppy length and down to the tiled floor. His tail wagged a bit, and I saw his full, proud cock, knot and all. I told him with a dirty grin that he seemed to be a really horny fucker, and the geeky Sheppie didn't deny the fact.
We did it with him bending over the wash basin while I fucked his sweet ass nice and hard. At some point, some college dude started to pound on the locked door and kept shouting dirty stuff at us and threatening to bash the door down for good. That gave me a reason as good as any to hold a paw over the Sheppie's muzzle and let him just whimper while I fucked his ass hard and fast until he shot his load and creamed the mirror in front of him. I bit onto his shoulder a bit and shoved my knot into his stretched hole.
SATURDAY
PALM STREET STUDENT HANGOUT
GERMAN SHEPHERD, ABOUT 20
HORNY AS SHIT GEEK
ABOUT 6 INCHES PLUS KNOT
GAVE HEAD AND GOT A LOAD
FUCKED TWICE
ONCE PUBLIC PLACE
PRETTY NICE
COULDN'T BE BOTHERED WITH CONTACT INFO
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I sure slept soundly after that ordeal.
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Sunday!
You'd think that Sunday was a bad time for picking up guys, but you're wrong, so very wrong. That's when many furs are hung over, tired from last night, or simply feeling goddamn lazy, and that means that they can also be easy, if they're presented with an easy, simple, affordable option for getting laid at minimum effort.
For me that meant ringing up someone from my "To do in the ass" list, my phone book with numbers of random dudes who didn't much care for who it was with, as long as it involved fucking and other sexing up stuff, no holds barred, no strings. The one I called this day was this lion I knew, a complete cock whore who apparently had a butt plug in his ass when he was at work, too, so that he could get at least a hint of that nice feeling of having something shoved up his tail.
He knocked on my door around one pm, and without further ado I had him on his face on the bed, tail raised to reveal his pink, lubed pucker winking at me. I played around with him for a while, using combinations of one, two, three and four pawfingers from both of my paws, pushing them into his tailhole and stretching him out a bit for my cock. I wasn't doing it for my own benefit, I was doing it for him, really, since the guy really got so well off on everything that had to do with his ass, so why not humor him and give him a really nice Sunday, too?
I was well worked up at the point when I lined up my lubed dick with his tailhole and pushed myself in with one controlled, measured thrust, balls deep. I stayed like that for a little while and then started to do him really slowly, mostly because it was so much fun to be fucking again and I didn't want to rush things too much, but also, because he really was an expert when it came to his ass. Every muscle he had in there, he knew how to use them to squeeze on me, suck on me, and even try to push me out when I tried to thrusts inwards. All this he did while panting and huffing happily, taking my pounding no matter how roughly I pumped him. Once I got my knot into his ass he seemed to let all control of his tightness break loose, because now I could hump my sufficiently lubed knot in and out of his ass with ease, letting it pop past the tail ring. It was a fun thing to watch, that ball of flesh disappear into that hole and then tug on its rims when I pulled it out to the view, only to return inside his steamy ass momentarily.
I did that until I simply couldn't take any more and took him roughly for a few more seconds and dumped my load, panting and growling like a big wolf should. He came twice from the mere pleasure of having his ass reamed, and didn't ask for anything more except a shower and a ring whenever I liked.
SUNDAY
HOME
ASS SLUT FROM PHONE BOOK
LION, ABOUT 35 DUNNO HIS AGE
COCK DOESN'T MATTER, HE ONLY LIKES ASS
FUCKED ONCE, KNOT-FUCKED FOR A WHILE -GREAT FUN
SUPER ASS, A REAL TREAT EVERY NOW AND THEN
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Monday sucked, mostly because I had to go to work again, but oh well, it keeps the rent paid and me clothed and fed and smelling nice and going to a very good gym every other day to keep myself in prime fucking shape.
Monday was a gym day, too, and after work I really enjoyed myself, doing my routine of cardio and some weightlifting, for that best definition. My good cock got a workout of its own, too, straining against my deliberately baggy gym shorts, so that I could sport a boner as much as I liked from working out with all the sweaty hunks without anyone noticing that I was after their asses.
The musk lingered everywhere and covered my own sweaty wolf body as well by the time I was done and made my way to the locker room to get a drink of electrolytes and a shower. I was just taking off my sneakers when the door opened and a pretty beefy wolf entered, a towel around his thick, sweaty neck, definitely showing a really healthy bulge in his gym shorts. He went over to his locker - thankfully opposite to my side, and I could look at his tight, shorts-filling ass while he rummaged through his locker in search of something. I felt my own cock harden back to full erection inside my own shorts, and knew that I'd need an excuse to stay here for a little while to let it go down before hitting the showers. I sat there and rubbed the back of my neck, seemingly disinterested and tired after a good workout.
The shirtless wolf poked around his locker for a few more moments and then just stood in front of it, looking at me, the only other occupants of the room, glaring at me with his big eyes. They were kinda cute, if you could think anything cute on a seven feet tall wolf with some serious muscle definition and a big bulge on his shorts.
Then he fucking grabbed his bulge, adjusted it a bit, snorted and told me that the smell in the locker room always gets to him. I, unable to believe my luck at having "caught" him sporting wood, just smirked and told him that it never hurt to get rid of such tension, or it might develop a cramp, just like any overworked muscle, heheheh.
Considering that he didn't bash my teeth out and that I took him into the locker room toilet for mutual blowjobs, I don't think I did too bad seducing a muscle hunk in a gym by simply being outrageously horny and smelling like sex. We sneaked into the toilet and I locked the door, and told the surprisingly docile hunk to get his shorts off, and he did, revealing a great baton of a cock, all hard and leaking pre that had already probably smeared all over his shorts. I grabbed him without any questions asked, and he groped mine through my shorts while I started to paw the wolf off slowly. At some point between stroking his beefy muscles and taking a lick over the top of his cock, I managed to get my shorts off and my own cock sprung out to the open, hard and ready for any kind of fun.
In this case it meant taking turns sitting on the lowered toilet seat while one wolf knelt and played with big wolf balls and went down on a thick, throbbing shaft of canine goodies, going hard and fast until the rewards was a smack of a tail against the wall, a jerk in those balls, and three, four goof swallows' worth of wolf cum happily swimming down into my stomach. The muscle hunk groaned and sounded like he hadn't cummed properly in a week, and in my case, I sounded like I hadn't cummed in a day, and gave him a really nice load, which he lapped up politely. We traded some gropes and grins afterwards, and that was a pretty good end to my workout, good enough that the memory of it fuelled a couple of slow pawing-off sessions in front of the computer, playing with my ass and balls while wolves yiffed mercilessly on the HD screen.
MONDAY
DIEGO'S GYM
WOLF, ABOUT 30
HOT AND BOTHERED AND MUSCULAR
ABOUT SEVEN INCHES COCK PLUS NICE KNOT
SHOOTS PLENTY AND LIKES BALL PLAY
WOULD PROBABLY LOOK GREAT IN TIGHTS
HOPEFULLY WILL CATCH FOR ANOTHER WORKOUT
GOTTA LOVE GYM NEWBIES
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What comes next? Guess it's Tuesday, unless there's some sort of a time loop going on, which I'd prefer not to happen on a Monday, really. Work was fine and my muscles felt nice and defined after all that working out on Monday, and I really made a good impression on my boss, too, apparently, since he told me I had done a good job on my last project, and there might be some even more high profile stuff ahead of me if I kept it going like I was doing at the moment. I gave him my best seducing grin and told my boss that he could count on my dedication, because that's how I did everything in my life, with best dedication possible.
I felt good after being told that I was a great guy, and being wired as I was, that meant going to the toilet for a nice pawing off while rubbing my balls and thinking about the pay raise I could already see looming in the horizon for me. I cummed all over my paw and licked it all up, enjoying the lingering aftertaste for the rest of the day before the clock hit four pm and I could excuse myself, finally free to enjoy my great mood in the best way I knew.
I went to this relatively new place, The Rest Stop, which alluded with its name to all the kind of dirty fun you could end up doing with some nice backwater hick with a cum addiction, at least if you were to believe porn films. Which gay guy wouldn't, anyway, so the name was more than a good addition to the general mood of the place that certainly catered for a guy like me. There wasn't anything in there to try to make it straight friendly or whatever the fuck they called it when they tried to pretend that a gay bar was also a suitable hangout for guys who weren't there to find cock or ass. No, The Rest Stop was for real men, and I considered myself to be one, and I doubt it was a co-incidence that most of the furs around were a bit older, more mature, and of bigger size than the well-toned, tight-assed twinks in the dance clubs.
I got into talking with this bull, maybe forty, which meant he was about ten years older than me, but fit enough, and wore nice leather pants that showed off a big ass ass that really looked like it was ripe for the picking. We chatted about things and that and stuff that people of different generations could talk about without feeling left out, like how we hated the government and the taxes, and it was pretty good fun on its own on a slightly slow Tuesday evening. The music was rockabilly or something like that, which was a slight moodkiller, but the guys were hot and wore leather, and I certainly didn't get lost out in the crowd.
As the night wore on, the things progressed up to the point when the bull told me that he didn't live too far and could offer me an extra drink if I wanted, and I of course took onto the offer, with my best smile, and a wagging tail. I listened to the crunch of his leathers while he walked, strutting confidently like only a bull could, really, carrying that kind of bulk with him, and it really wasn't a long walk, and the air was nice and cool and gave my sinuses a rest from all the musk.
To my surprise, when we reached a non-descript door to his apartment, he knocked at the door instead of taking out his keys. A stallion opened, shirtless and holding a beer can, about the same age as the bull, and he smelled of cigarettes, and was a bit bleary-eyed, likely from the beer. The bull turned to look at me and asked me if I minded if we made it into a triple act, and my cock definitely wouldn't mind such a venture.
I stepped into their musky, smoke-scented apartment, got my drink in a nice crystal tumbler, we talked a little bit more, and I watched the bull grope his stallion's crotch to get it hard and bothered before he started to suck on the horse cock now proudly jutting up from his groin. I watched their game for a bit, rubbing my own cock ,before I decided to not to bother with jerking off when I had not one but two sex-starved furs in front of me, and thus I simply dropped my jeans and went over to the stallion. I grabbed his long muzzle and told him to give it to me good, and without further words, I had my cock inside his muzzle, up to the sheath. The horse sucked on me for a while, whinnying around my dick while his bull partner or boyfriend played with his balls. I slowly muzzle-fucked him, too, so that my knot bumped against the stallion's wet nose, smearing it with spit and pre dripping off my shaft.
Just when I was working up to good speed, the bull took his snout off the stallion's cock and gave it a quick few strokes before he groaned around my cock and cummed, a rope of cum flying three feet in the air before it rained down in sticky droplets all over the horse' bare chest and belly.
We took it the bedroom after a while, and I told them to lay side by side on the big bed, more than enough room to get two sluts on their paws and knees and present their asses for the cockmaster. I fucked them side by side on that creaking bed, letting them see who was the biggest bitch to my cock while it plunged into a horse ass and a bull ass in turn. I panted and huffed and slobbered their backs with my saliva while I drove the horse like a bronco and punished the bull's ass with my knot, culminating in me shooting my load hard while stuffed into him. I didn't bother waiting for my knot to come down at all, and simply grabbed onto his huge ass and pulled myself off with a satisfyingly loud pop. The bull grunted and yelled out and slammed down to his belly on the bed, into a messy pool of his own cum he'd made before when getting his prostate hammered.
That left just me and the horse, the surprise third party. I told him to clean my cock off with his tongue before I got to work on his ass again, still lubed up and a bit stretched from having my cock inside him on and off for half an hour. Now he was promised a special treatment of exclusive cock therapy from my schlong. I did him hard and fast, doggie style just the way I liked it, and gave him a load as well, over his back, to mark him as a complete bitch who let complete strangers fuck him in his crummy ass while his boyfriend watched, smoking a cigarette. They both would receive a couple more loads from me, one in the maw and one in the ass, before I bid them goodbye and disappeared into the night.
Next morning I had the chance to fill out two whole pages into my diary.
TUESDAY
THE REST STOP
BULL, ABOUT 40
BIG BUILD
NOT TOO DEFINED
ABOUT 7 INCHES, NOT TOO THICK
PRETTY GOOD ON THE BOTTOM
GETS OFF WATCHING BOYFRIEND GET FUCKED
NOT A BAD ASS TO TAP
FUN AS LONG AS IT LASTED, BUT PROBS CAN'T BE BOTHERED TO TRY AGAIN
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TUESDAY
THE REST STOP BULL'S APARTMENT
HORSE, ABOUT 35-40
DOESN'T MIND GETTING COCK FROM STRANGERS
COCK ABOUT 10 INCHES, HAIR TRIGGER
FUCKED THREE TIMES, CONDOM
HIS BULL WAS TIGHTER SO I PRESUME HE'S THE BOTTOM
MAYBE A STONER
CLEAN ENOUGH
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Wednesday...for once I wasn't bouncing around the office too much, considering that I had developed a severe enough a case of tenderballs after last night. Due to my surprise threesome ordeal, I made a more mellow a wolf today, much to the amusement of my colleagues who accused me of partying too much and having a headache. I wasn't about to tell them that I had nad-ache, though maybe they'd deserve to know that their star salesman was also a star cocksman, and could fuck anything as long as he wanted, and as many times as he wanted. He also sucked cock like a pro, as well as he talked on the phone to lure in his clients, and he definitely, definitely did not screw around with the client when making his offer. That's who I was, and I was on the top of my world, balls happily drained and my work life in order.
Unsurprisingly to myself, by around eight pm I was back at home and with a boner pressing tenderly against my boxers while I sat down with a beer in front of the television, relaxing after gym that hadn't included any horny bodybuilders this time. Maybe my cock deserved the rest, but this night he was as hard as ever and needing something to stick into, and who was I to argue with my most favored body parts when it came to his whims?
I went to Elliot's around ten, considering that it wasn't really such a good idea to go pick up guys at the same bar every night. It was relatively busy for a Wednesday, with lots of ass-shaking going on at the dance floor, and even I was asked out for a dance by a cute cougar. I told him that I wasn't so much into dancing, but I thanked him for the offer. I didn't want to tell him that I wasn't sitting there all alone but waiting for a pit bull to return from the bathroom, where he had gone to drain himself after a couple of drinks and a soda. I smiled broadly upon his return and we talked a bit, testing the waters at a leisurely pace, because sometimes even I liked to take the time and just go with the natural flow of things.
With the pit bull secured on my hook, after that magic moment it was only a matter of deciding which place to take, and he was the one nearest this time, and I was always a little bit curious to see how all these furs lived - important for a real estate broker, after all. He lived in a condo, with one bedroom and a large living room, although the windows could've been a little bit bigger considering the size, for a better view of the sea. I didn't really have much time to contemplate the view before our path lead into the bedroom.
I put the doggie down to his belly and washed out his nice, newly showered taint with my tongue, until his pulsing pucker tickled the tip of my tongue while I tried to push it into his ass. The pit bull breathed roughly, wagging his tail right in front of my eyes while I played with his ass, feeling the urge to get plenty of appetizers before the main course. The pit bull kept grunting and telling I was doing okay with his ass, and my paws squeezed and fondled his ass cheeks while I kissed and licked that pursed pucker for all it was worth, a good hole to fuck once I was done preparing the put bull for his anal ordeal. I tried a couple of fingers and after getting a good growling response, I fucked the doggie's ass with my fingers while I licked on the tip of his cock and sucked on his balls each in turn, my nose buried against the bottom dog's tail still. I alternated between rimming him and finger-fucking the pit for a long time, enough for my somewhat weary cock to get up to full mast and prepare for torpedoing S/S ASS down to the very bottom of things.
The pit was polite enough to supply condoms and lube for my cock, which gladly accepted such an offer. I turned the doggie to his back and did him like that, rutting face to face with my cock firmly punching his gut while I shoved my ass-flavored tongue down his throat and let the doggie suck on my tongue while I fucked his ass hard. He started to yap and bark once my knot started to make itself known by banging itself against his asshole with each of my hard thrusts into his sloppy tail, and I just kept grinning and growling and fucking him even harder, to make sure that he'd remember who had given him such a good time tonight. He was one horny bitch, too, for he cummed from just me pounding it into him hard, shooting a good load all over us both before I added my own load to the spare sheath covering my throbbing pillar of canine might rod.
Some cheek-bulging oral got me up and running for a second go at his ass about an hour later, and this time I enjoyed the pit in the traditional doggie style way, giving it to him hard until that tail stopped wagging and the mostly stoic guy simply started to beg for it, and how could I have deprived him of the subby pleasure of being knotted for any longer, which I soon did, pounding into him a final time before my balls exploded and everything was great for now.
WEDNESDAY
ELLIOT'S
PIT BULL, ABOUT 40
2 DRINKS (6 ,- EACH)
ABOUT 6 INCHES HARD PLUS KNOT, NOT TOO THICK
LIKED IT UP THE ASS GOOD
GREAT ASS IN GENERAL, A GOOD AVERAGE NUT
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I woke up to a piss hard on during the night, bleary-eyed, witnessing the numbers 05:15 on the alarm clock display, as I rolled over to my belly and felt my cock mashed between my body and the sheets that were clean for once. I pulled a knee up and tried to relax again, but my cock, slightly tender from so much action recently, pulsed against my belly and refused to go down despite my best attempts to just let the sleep take me back for a few hours more before work. I closed my eyes and let my thoughts drift, but with a hard throbbing boner just begging me to play with him, I decided that I hardly had any more choice on the matter.
I rolled over to my back and tossed the covers off myself, revealing my naked self to the empty bedroom. The cool air felt great on my hard nips, and I gave them a quick rub before I found my cock and simply stroked along the smooth, veiny surface a little, to let my best friend know that soon everything would be just fine. My cock throbbed and tensed as my muscles tensed down in my ass region, and my balls felt itchy, making it impossible not to cup them and rub them, just for the comfort.
I spat onto my palm and began to paw off in earnest now, working up a brisk pace while rumbling low in my throat. My chest heaved as the tension rose, and I kept going at a good speed while my balls and my asshole and my sheath got fingers around them, poking, pushing, twisting on skin, stroking, generally playing with all of my skin in a way that was sure to insure a great cum without any special tricks needed.
Speaking of special tricks...
Yeah...it'd been a while alright, but what the hell, maybe I was up for it...
I shuffled around the bed until I was lying down in a bizarre position, ass against the headboard, legs against the wall, head down, and with my cock pulsing feebly against my belly when I crawled the wall and pushed on my ass with my paws while leaning forward as far as I could. My spine popped a couple of times, not painfully, as did my neck, complaining about the sudden stress abit while I worked my body towards my goal, a dirty, adolescent pleasure still not beyond my reach if I was dedicated enough to it. My musky boner slowly began to dominate my view, its scent already filling my nose, and my rumble of delight rung in my ears once my tongue lashed against the tip of my cock for the first time tonight.
Encouraged, I willed myself to relax a little and then gave myself another little push, my legs tilting back to let the gravity give me some help when I curled down upon myself and let my cocktip slip past my lips and into my hungry muzzle. The salty taste combined with the simultaneous feeling of sucking a dick and getting a blowjob had me panting through my nose within seconds, almost pitifully whimpering around the thick meat in my muzzle while I pleasured myself. My tail began to wag against the wall, loud and steady, while I blew myself, the top three inches of my cock steadily sucked by my skilled lips and continuously stroked by my tongue. I had free paws to do whatever they wanted, and soon my balls joined in on the fun by being fondled lovingly, even while my fingers toyed with the pink, rarely visited tailhole, making it dance along to the tune of me playing my special fleshy flute to the most intimate tune of them all. It didn't matter that I probably would've made a ridiculous - or potentially sexy - sight on the bed , folded up on myself with my very own cock inside my muzzle, but that didn't matter as long as it felt good and that it did.
Understandably, getting the best treatment around didn't let me last for long, and without regrets I applied some cheek-hollowing sucking onto my tool and let all of it come pouring out straight over my tongue and down my throat, covering my whole muzzle's interior with sticky musk while my asshole sucked on my finger, adding to the feeling. My belly felt like it would explode with heat, and my back arched even further, muscles spasming from the effort of keeping up with my spunking.
Rest assured, I slept really well after that, and when I woke up, my familiar notebook was easily within my paw's reach, for one more entry.
THURSDAY MORNING
HOME
WOLF, 31, HOT AS FUCK
COCK SIZE - LEGENDARY
SUPER HORNY WOLF WHO COULDN'T GET HIS PAWS FROM WANDERING
SUCKED, PLAYED WITH ASS AND BALLS, GOT A MAWFUL
DEFINITELY GONNA FOOL AROUND WITH HIM AGAIN
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