A Night On The Town Pt 1
The nightclub was a blur or strobe lights, dancing furs, and pounding music. And there in the middle of it all was a young dingo woman, dancing her heart out, and feeling like the queen of the club. She was a full-time student with a part time waitress gig to pay the bills on her way through university. And this? This was her first chance to really let her hair down in months! So to speak. She kept her fur short, her naturally tan ruff dyed purple. All in all she was quite a looker - not supermodel material, but certainly more than enough to get heads turning. Average breasts that fit well with her slender build, soft yellow eyes, perked ears studded with piercings.
Right now, she was dancing with a feline boy, and rather...exuberantly at that. She pressed herself back against him, her own body moving sinuously with the beat. She could feel his member through her pants, prodding up under her tail through her skirt. She grabbed his head and pulled it down to speak into his ear. She had to shout to be heard over the music, but no way anyone but him could hear her words.
"Easy there stud! You trying to fuck me up the ass right here?" she teased, grinding back against his member for emphasis. She let out a little giggle as he twitched in response, his ears flushing. This was a shy one! Brave enough to dance with a girl, but not to hit on her. They were the most adorable!
The felines blue eyes went wide. "I-I-I-I..." he stammered in response. "I...I don't even know your name!"
The dingo woman giggled again, looking about. Ah! There they were - a group of young men, mostly felines, watching her dance partner with interest. Those would be his friends that gave him enough confidence to be here in the first place. She winked towards them, then took a small scrap of paper from her bra, pressing it into his paw. "The name's Shannon. Call me." she said, giving him a kiss on the lips.
The feline grabbed the piece of paper with her phone number on it, but by the time he was able to stammer a response, she was already gone. She needed to get to a bathroom and take care of business, before things got too obvious...
When she made it to the bathroom, miraculously, there was nobody in there. Just in time too. Looking in the mirror, the dingo could see the bulge at the front of her skirt getting more and more obvious. A naughty little thought crossed her mind, and with a quick guilty glance at the door, she lifted her skirt to check herself out.
She wasn't wearing any panties tonight, and that gave her a clear view of her favourite parts. A creamy-furred slit, damp with arousal. At the top of that slick cleft, where a normal woman's clit was, she instead had a sheath with a red cock that was steadily growing and escaping. As delicious as exposing herself in public like this was...she didn't really want to get thrown out of this place. She gave her cock a little stroke, murring softly, then dropped her skirt once more and headed for the last stall, locking the door behind her.
Yes, Shannon was a hermaphrodite, but she always identified as female. She never did like all that 'hir' and 'shi' nonsense. She was just a woman with a little surprise, that was all! Beside, most people didn't mind that she had a cock, and the ones that did were usually pricks anyway. She could get a cock from other places, she didn't need to put up with their bullshit!
Although she didn't want to get thrown out, she could at least feel even more naughty. She wasted no time in stripping off, top first, then bra, then skirt, until she was completely naked. She had to admit, it sent a little thrill through her body knowing that at any moment a woman could come in, and there'd be only a tiny wooden door between them. With that done, she sat down on the toilet without opening the lid and spread her legs wide.
Gods she was horny! Tests and work had taken up so much of her time lately, she hadn't been able to get a good hard fucking for weeks. Or give one, for that matter. Oh sure, she'd been able to pleasure herself occasionally, and even got her room-mate to give her a blowjob a few times, but that wasn't quite enough to scratch her itch. She was on the pill, which stopped her from conceiving, but it didn't stop her from going into heat, and she was getting antsy.
Yes, she was fertile, at least her female parts were. That was somewhat unusual for herms, about fifty-fifty really. Her male part wasn't fertile though, since she lacked testicles of any kind, which admittedly helped her get laid pretty frequently.
The dingo started off by spreading her slit open, exposing it to the pleasantly cool air, and admiring the slick pink flesh. Just the sight of it was getting her hornier, not to mention the scent. Gods she loved her scent! It was strong and musky, and just reeked of sex. Her cock seemed to love it too. She giggled softly to herself as she watched herself get harder, her shaft filling out to its full length. Just a hair under seven inches and slender, perfectly normal. She hated that stereotype, that herms had monstrous super-dicks. It just led to disappointment! At least until the fucking started.
She admired herself for a little longer, but couldn't resist for long. Soon, three fingers were pressing into herself without her even meaning to, the dingo moaning softly and squirming. Oh gods, that felt good!
Her free hand went to her breasts, rubbing and squeezing, as those digits wormed deeper. She was starting off slow, dragging her soft pads over her sensitive flesh. She was careful not to let her blunt, filed claws drag across - they wouldn't do any damage, but they sure didn't feel nice!
She upped the pace a little, tweaking her sensitive nipples with one hand while the other worked her slit. Her thumb rubbed at the base of her cock in circles while her fingers worked, pressing in deep before dragging back out. Oh gods this was hot! It sure as hell wasn't the first time she'd masturbated in a public bathroom, but it was the first time she'd done it so...openly. She was completely naked, legs spread like a whore and working herself with blissful abandon.
Her pace picked up more, and the increased speed combined with her arousal was enough to make soft squishing sounds begin to fill the room. She let out high-pitched whines and moans, her toes beginning to curl. Already? She hadn't even been going at it for very long!
Despite her disbelief, it was happening. She bit back a yelp as the pleasure built, then came crashing down on her. Her legs shot out straight, toes curling hard as her passage clamped down around her intruding digits. She kept on rubbing through it, desperate to drag it out, as the pleasure filled her body and set every nerve on fire.
It was then that the door swung open and another female entered. Shannon heard the sudden blast of music that cut off as the door closed, and heard claws clacking on tile. The dingo was able to bite back her moans, barely, but she was unable to resist driving her fingers home just a few more times as her climax faded. Her fingers shoved in, her spasming slit squishing wetly at the intrusion, but she was finally able to force herself to stop.
Had the other woman heard her?
Maybe. It was soft, and the music was loud, but it was possible. Even if she hadn't recognised what it had been, the sound of Shannon's panting would give it away. The dingo was leaning back, eyes closed, tongue lolling out, trying to catch her breath. Her heart pounded in her chest and her entire body was filled with pleasure. She still needed more though. Her cock was aching, and she realised after a moment that she'd began to release pre onto her creamy belly fur, messing it up.
The thought that the other woman might know was only making her hornier.
She heard a stall further down close, and the woman getting settled. A moment later, Shannon heard the sound of her releasing her bladder, and had to bite back a moan of lust. She was a little ashamed to say that she found women peeing to be extremely arousing. Her ears swivelled to focus on the sound, and she took advantage of it to pull her fingers free with another wet squish. She got tremendously wet sometimes, and she was rather proud of it.
She almost lapped her soaked fingers but had a better idea. Instead she wrapped them around her rock-hard cock, and as she listened to the other woman relieving herself, she began to stroke off using her own juices for lube.
The dingo struggled to keep her breathing under control as she jerked off as fast as she could while remaining stealthy. Her other hand was really working her breasts over, roughly squeezing and tugging her nipples, sending lovely little jolts of pain along with the pleasure. The stranger must have really needed to go! The trickling of her urine continued for almost a full minute before tapering off, followed by the sound of her getting cleaned up.
Shannon felt like she was going to explode from the effort of keeping her lustful indulgence hidden. Her lungs were burning as she struggled to control her breathing, and her legs quivered as she forced herself to keep them planted on the ground in front of her. If the other woman looked under the bottom of the stall, it should look relatively normal!
After what seemed like forever, the other woman left the stall, washed her paws, then left in another blast of sound. The second the door was closed, Shannon let out a loud, desperate moan. She'd been right on the edge almost the entire time, but had been forced to keep it back. Now she could let go, and did so with glee.
Her paw flew up and down her cock in quick hard strokes, and it wasn't long before she could feel the familiar tension building. Just a few more!
Suddenly, bright spots exploded into her vision as she climaxed for the second time in minutes, her toes curling so hard they painfully cramped, her hips jerking spasmodically. Her cum shot from her cock in thick, gooey strings, a lot after being pent up for so long. She made a terrible mess of her stomach, covering it in thick white cum, with the first few spurts even reaching high enough to splatter onto her breasts and even her neck. Although she lacked testicles, she had a prostate, and could put out a surprising amount of cum!
The dingo squirmed and whimpered, instinctively drawing her legs up towards her body, quivering all over and panting hard as she came down from her high. Good lord, that had been amazing! She swiped a finger through the mess on her belly, then sucked on it, savouring the taste. That mess would take forever to clean up...
Still, she didn't have to do it straight away. For several long minutes she simply caught her breath, slumped down on the toilet, naked, covered in cum, and very pleased with herself. Once her heart had stopped racing and her breath had evened out however, she found herself beginning to feel aroused again.
Her legs were still drawn up towards her body and spread slightly, and it gave her an idea. "Aw...why the hell not." she murmured to herself. She swiped a finger through the warm goo that covered her belly, then pressed it to her tailhole, pressing the digit in up to the knuckle. She sighed softly and happily at the feeling. The teasing she'd been giving that kitty earlier had gotten her in the mood for anal!
Unlike the first two times, this time her pace was very sedate, the dingo simply enjoying the feeling as she worked her finger in and out. Each time she pressed it in to the knuckle before sliding it back out again. She collected a little bit more of her cum-lube, then worked a second finger in, working over her ass slowly and happily. She giggled a little at what she was doing. "Shannon, you really are a dirty slut..." she said to herself, her tail wagging lazily.
She didn't stop working herself over when the door opened again, nor did she bother to lower her legs. If she got caught, she got caught. She was too damn content to move right now! She scooped up a little more cum with her free hand, lapping at it happily.
She heard the other woman set a bag down on the bench, then heard rustling fabric. Her own scent was hanging in the air, another dead give away of her perversion, but she thought she could smell another aroused woman. Her suspicions were confirmed when she heard a moan, and the same soft squishing of fingers entering a needy pussy that she had been making not long ago.
Oh that kinky bitch! She wasn't even hiding in a stall to get off! Shannon figured that she'd looked at the gap between the bottom of the stalls and the floor for feet to check she was alone, but Shannon had lifted her feet clear. She heard the squishing getting louder and faster. It seemed her guest was just as horny as she'd been!
A thought began to worm it's way into her head, making the dingo grin and her tail wag hard. So, this kinky stranger was needy enough to finger herself silly standing in the open? Well, she'd just have to give her a hand then...
She tugged her fingers free of her ass, then stood silently, opening the door as stealthily as she could before stepping out, completely naked. Her female cum coated her slit and thighs, and her male cum coated her belly and breasts in sticky strings, her cock standing to attention again. She stood with her hands on her hips, out in the open in plain view of anyone that opened the door, her heart racing again.
"Need help with that?"