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The streets are always darker at night. Meaning that darker furs seem to like coming out after the sun's gone down. You could say I got a thing for dusky dames, despite the contrast it creates with my tawny complexion. But then, I'm a big strong lion (no point in being humble about it), and I got a blue uniform and a badge to boot, so I guess I got it pretty easy, really. It definitely helps matters.

Doherty's the name. I'm a lieutenant with the local PD. I've been policing (ha) these streets now for the last thirty-odd years now, and I might say that I'd love to talk about all the fun and whacky adventures I've been in, but first, they weren't fun or whacky, and second, I'm not here to talk about that. Actually, I don't even know who or what I'm talking to, but whatever. Just pay attention, 'cause I'm gonna let you in on a little secret of mine. I'm gonna show you how I have fun. It probably ain't your idea of it.

Now, this is mostly a nice, clean, upstanding town, but as they say, every house has got its moldy basement. And that's where we are tonight, cruising down Tourist Lane in my little ol' Chevy and looking around for that one gal who's gonna be tonight's conquest, and what's whether she knows it - or likes it - or not. See, I have a knack for getting my way with people, especially the destitutes. Dunno whether to thank the badge or my charms for that, but either way, I know what I want and people usually get it for me one way or another. I make sure they understand that nice and clear.

Anyway. The asphalt and sidewalks are lit up with random orange halos from the half-broken streetlamps above, casting their incandescent glow down upon the sorry creatures who pass in and out of their focus. The buildings are faceless, the signs discreet or else burned out. Classic skid row, really. But I don't care about that. It just means I'm in the right place. And the sort of washed-up candy that lines the pavement just confirms that this night is ripe with opportunity. Someone's coming home with me tonight. It's just a matter of finding who.

It's not ten minutes before I find exactly what I'm looking for. I know she's the one the second I lay eyes on her.

She's standing with a couple of others on a corner up ahead. The closer I get, the more I know she's the one for me. She can't be older than twenty; if anything, compensating for her appearance and build, she might even be barely legal. Her fur's blacker than coal, glistening like dull fire in the streetlamp blazing down on her, and she'd be all but invisible on a moonless night. Her clothes are what you'd expect, fairly lackluster as far as I've seen, which tells me she's probably still a bit of a novice. My advantage. She's got some tight blue jean shorts hanging low enough on her shapely hips to reveal a bit of a red thong whale tail underneath her cute, fluffy lupine tail, and an equally tight and showy little pink crop top low on her shoulders, revealing a fair amount of perfectly sized cleavage and a tight little tummy. Other than that, she's got a couple of rainbow-colored stubs in her ear, which actually looks rather cute on her. But whatever it is about her that first caught my attention, it's her eyes that make it impossible for me to notice anyone else, even from half a block away. They've got a twinkle to them, like little dots of crystal blue in an otherwise inky darkness. They're scanning around, maybe nervously, maybe eagerly. She's definitely got an air of inexperience about her. I wonder if she's even been on the job for a week. My advantage again; this is gonna be easier than I'd hoped.

I finally pull up to her corner and stop, making no effort to hide my interest as I gaze at her. I scan the area real quick; the only other cars around are parked, and the nearest non-whore on the sidewalks is a couple blocks up ahead, chatting with someone or other. Coast's clear.

I return my attention to her. She's staring at me now with a clear expectancy, ears perked and tail nice and flowing, indicating her reciprocal interest, though she seems to be holding back, too. I'm not sure if she's noticed my uniform yet. Must be yet another indication of her lack of experience. Good for me - nothing like a shy young whore to make it fun.

I don't bother to kill the engine as I casually get out of the car, keeping the door open. I glance at the three others in the vicinity, all of whom are now facing away from me and trying to walk away as quickly and casually as they can, now that I've made my identity clear. The cute wolf bitch stays rooted to the spot, though, her eyes wide and lips parted in genuine, naïve shock as she stares at my badge, looking very much like she's slowly realizing just what sort of mess she's landed herself into.

She's just standing there, still and mute, and I take a moment to look her over, just making sure how damn fine she is. Her figure is perfect; a nice slender upper body flowing down to gorgeously curvy hips, a perfect C-sized rack (I love naturals), and legs that don't ever seem to end before reaching the dirty pavement that she's too damn good to be standing on. I'm getting ideas already, but I force myself to stay focused and follow the old routine.

I slowly step up to her, staring down the nearly two heads' difference in height into her wide, fearful eyes. Oh, yes, she's definitely regretting ending up on this side of town tonight. I decide to cut it short: I tell her not to run, that she's got nowhere to hide from me, anyway. She's listening real good, her ears flat now, her tail looking like she's trying desperately to stop it from curling up between her legs. She's got a really cute face, though, especially up close. Nice and soft and slender. I grow more eager by the minute.

Introductions now being done, I lay it out for her: She's got a choice. Jail for prostitution (and any number of legal hurdles involved), or get in my car and do whatever I say. I don't specify. What she doesn't know, she can guess, and besides, she'll find out soon enough.

She still doesn't make a peep, looking at me and everywhere else, trying to find a way out that doesn't exist. She's definitely scared now, even trembling a little. Don't worry, I don't plan to do anything bad to her, not really. But I want her to think that I might. Really helps with the obedience. She knows I've got her; I can see the realization sinking in behind those soulful eyes. They look fearful, and maybe even a bit defiant, but there's also something deeper in there, something harder to identify.

I don't need to press her; my breathing down her neck does the job. She still doesn't say a word as she finally gives me a jerky little nod and what sounds like half a stuttered whimper. Good girl. (I say this aloud.)

Now I step up to her even closer, but my arm that's suddenly around her back stops her from retreating. I tell her I need to check if she's clean. For a second, she looks confused, but she quickly gets it when she feels my other hand suddenly sliding down the inside of her shorts and cupping her groin in a well-practiced move. She jumps and almost panics a little, but I hold her firm and warn her not to move. She does a good job at stopping herself while I feel around her slit a little, giving it a quick rub and sliding a finger in to my first knuckle. She's all warm and wet, and she feels rather tight. There's a little reflexive clench. Definitely a newbie. I love it.

I pull out, but then I reach around and slide my hand down the rear of her shorts, giving her marvelously supple ass a little grope. She makes another startled little noise, but wisely doesn't resist this time. She almost does, however, when she suddenly feels my finger burrowing into her tight backdoor, a little deeper this time. She's clenching again, more than before, and I make sure to give my digit a little wriggle inside her to make her squirm the way I like it. I don't feel anything I don't like there, either, and my fingers are clean when I finally pull them out into the night air. Again, good girl.

I give her a little smile as I step aside and show her into my vehicle. She gives me a very nervous glance before she slowly gets in and settles down in the passenger's seat. A moment later, I'm behind the wheel and we're moving down the street again.

Again, no small talk; I put her right to work. We've barely reached the limits of Tourist Lane when she's watching me reach for my crotch and unzip my fly. She tries real hard not to let her increased discomfort show as I rummage around for only a second before pulling out my nice, thick malehood, admittedly impressive even in its currently languid state. I tell her one word, along with a warning about not distracting me while I drive. She hesitates for only a moment, and then she slowly leans over, careful not to catch anything on the dashboard as she lowers her head into my lap.

Her warm breath feels nice, and the next moment, I feel her enjoyably wet tongue exploring my length cautiously. I give her a gentle little pat between the ears as she really starts getting to work. She's taking me halfway into her wonderful muzzle by the time she's really getting a reaction. To my quiet pleasure, she seems to respond to it favorably, and now she's taking me all the way in without my even telling her. I guess she's in the game for a reason after all.

By now, we're passing through a brighter part of town, with shops and restaurants and a much steadier flow of traffic all around us. I press a little harder down, making sure she knows not to be seen as she services me. It's all going right to plan.

Until there's suddenly a siren behind us. Aw, fuck.

It makes her jump, and she catches me a tiny bit with her teeth, not really enough to hurt, but it definitely ruins the vibe. I press down harder, forcing her muzzle and nose into my crotch, and I warn her not to move or stop doing her job as I concentrate on pulling over. Might as well humor the moron behind me. Haven't got all night to toy with him.

I wait as the trooper pulls up behind me and oh-so-fucking-slowly gets out and starts walking over. At least the bitch at my side is still doing a real nice job in distracting me. I should commend her for it later.

The guy finally arrives at my window, but I don't bother rolling it down. And to his credit, he doesn't bother knocking to ask me to. I see him pause and lean over to peer into our little fun ride. His eyes widen as he spots the slut with her head at my crotch, and they get even bigger when he looks up and recognizes me. Yeah, hey there, champ. You mind?

I don't actually ask that, though. And he doesn't need to be told, either. He gives me a roll of his eyes, then throws the cocksucker another brief look before straightening and retreating back to his cruiser. Professional courtesy for the win, though stuff like this probably explains why I'm still a Lieutenant after three fucking decades of service.

A moment later, I'm pulling away, and so is he, sans the sirens.

I really gotta hand it to her: This girl really has it down. I almost start to reconsider the wisdom of having her suck me while I'm speeding down the highway; her tongue feels like it's everywhere at once, and she has a way of breathing on my cock that only accentuates the sensations. I wonder if she realizes it; maybe it's a trick she uses on clients (or the few she's had, anyway). I can barely avoid squirming in my seat anymore; it's so good. I barely notice that I'm pushing her head down harder and harder into my groin, though I stop myself before I come anywhere close to smothering her. I don't want her to turn on me just now, not when I got so much more planned for this bitch before the night is through. I'm also extra careful with my footpaw on the pedal, for duh-rated reasons.

Even the steeliest guy can only hold back for so long, though. We're just entering my neighborhood when my cock suddenly decides it can't take it anymore. I nearly crash the car in my hurry to park on the side of the road, not giving half a shit about the "No Parking" sign leering down at me, and I make sure to keep my footpaws as far from the pedals as I can as I buck my hips into her muzzle. My member jumps to life in her warm maw, and I hear her breathing get strained for a moment as she receives a nice, copious load of lion seed on her tongue and down her throat. I don't usually shoot out that much, though, and she seems able to deal with it all well enough without letting too much out, though a couple drips still slide down my sensitive flesh as she struggles to swallow it all without making a mess on my pants. I bet she understands damn well that wouldn't be acceptable, not with the few clean pairs I got left.

After a while, my heartbeat's returned to normal and my cock is starting to shrink again, and I finally take my hand off her head, allowing her to slowly pull back up, licking her lips and giving a little swallow or two. She can barely look at me, almost like she's too ashamed or something. I grab her chin with practiced gentleness and turn her head to face me. She's got some wet traces along her muzzle, as you'd expect from such a hungry cocksucker, though her eyes are hard to decipher, a mixture of what looks like both humiliation and fear, but also still an apparent trace of defiance. Like she's saying, There, I sucked your damn cock, and I bet that was the best cock-sucking you've gotten lately.

I just give her a little smile and tell her to get back down and clean up my spunky maleness before I can stuff it back in my pants (albeit temporarily). She stares at me for a moment longer, then leans right back down and starts lapping at my now-limp length, doing a pretty nice job again of wrapping her tongue around it from all sides, sucking off every last trace of cum and spit. Good thing I just came, or I'd be hard for more in a second.

She stays at it for a few minutes, long enough so that I figure she's probably just trying to make a real good impression on me as I start driving again. She's still doing it even as I finally pull up in my building's driveway and slide into my spot. It's not until I finally kill the engine that she pulls off, leaving my cock nice and wet, but cum-free. Maybe she just wanted an excuse not to look at me, evasive as she is. She sits there almost like a statue, still licking her lips a bit, as I stuff my member back down into my pants and zip the fly.

I reach over and wrap my arm around her and I give her a little rub to reassure her. You did good, I tell her, damn good. I tell her to keep it up. She barely nods, though she does look at me again in the rearview mirror. Gawd, those eyes. Can't wait to fuck them into bliss. One thing at a time, though.

We finally get out and start weaving through the parked vehicles to the front door. I'm kinda glad for all the walls surrounding the lot; certainly helps cut down on any onlookers and potential unwanted questions, what with all the different girls I bring home every now and then. At the door, I pull out two things from my pocket: my keys, and a pack of breath mints. I hand her the entire package and tell her to help herself to a few. She fumbles with the wrapping and pops a couple into her maw as I finally get the door unlocked and let us in. Last thing I want is cock-breath when I put her muzzle to other uses later.

We're up the stairs in less than a minute and then I'm opening my apartment door and showing her in before me, closing and locking the door behind me as I go. It's a fairly unremarkable place, kinda small and cramped, but clean enough. The door opens into the living room, with the kitchen on one end and the bedroom and bathroom on the other. Perfect for single living with the occasional overnight guest.

I let her look around for a moment while I take my coat off and throw my keys onto their hook by the door. I'm pretty sure she won't try anything stupid as long as I don't let her out of eyesight for too long (which I certainly don't plan to). Besides, you need the right key for the door downstairs, which means I'd have all the time in the world to catch her before she gets anywhere, anyway. She's mine no matter what she does.

Not a word passes between us as I finally empty my pockets and take off my belt. She's staring back at me by now, watching me move around as I settle in, and I decide not to make her wait any longer.

I stand right in front of her, forcing her to look right into my eyes. A deliberate pause, and then I tell her to strip. She knows I don't just mean down to that cute thong of hers. She looks at me uncertainly again for a moment, but then she slowly but resolutely reaches for the hem of her crop top and easily slides it up and off, dropping it to the ground. I make no effort to hide my keen stare at her perky, fine-furred chest-puppies, and she blushes a little as she fumbles with the button of her shorts and slowly undoes them, giving a little wiggle to let them slide off and end up around her ankles before stepping out of them and nudging them aside along with the top. Her tight little thong follows soon after.

I take my time to admire her fully revealed form. She's even sexier than I had pictured her earlier. She's got an exquisite physique that makes it clear she would become nothing short of a legend in Tourist Lane if she kept at it. She's escort-quality, she's fantasy material; fuck, she could tell me she's an angel who lost her wings and I'd be halfway to the lost-and-found before I'd think twice. You see girls like her on the 'Net and immediately assume (usually correctly) that they can't not have been photoshopped. And yet, here she is now, standing right before me, not bothering to shield any part of herself from my gaze as I look over every detail of her anatomy, from her perky little nipples beneath her fur to the barely visible but nonetheless alluring little mound and slit peeking out from between her legs. The fur there is slightly darker despite the pink tinge; I knew she'd wet herself a little back in the car. I wonder how much coaxing it would take to get her to admit she actually wants this.

I realize I've been standing there for probably close to five minutes by now, just staring at her. Her discomfort seems to have melted away a little, and now she's just looking expectant, though still a fair bit edgy. I shake my head a little to snap my mind back to the present and turn away to continue with the preparations.

I reach into the closet by the door, rummage around on the shelf, and pull out a pink collar. I turn back to her and carefully wrap it around her neck and secure it in place behind her, not tight enough to inconvenience her, but still enough to make sure she won't get her fingers around the latch and take it off anytime soon. I grab her shoulders and turn her around to face me. I definitely get a kick out of seeing her look me in the eyes, a quietly apprehensive air on her cute face now, with a doggy collar tagged "BITCH" in bright golden lettering around her neck. I turn her towards the mirror above the couch to make sure she gets a good look at herself. A faint flitter of nervousness passes over her features, but she remains silent and still. Good girl.

I decide to get right to it. I grab the tag and pull her into the bedroom and make her sit on the bed like a good little wolf bitch waiting to obey her master (another thought I get a kick out of). She's looking a bit resentful at being led around like that as if on a leash, though the only reason I'm not using one is because I don't have one, yet.

She watches me again, playing absently with her collar, as I open the closet and pull out a box from the top shelf and place it on the bed. She glances inside and gives a little shudder. That's my dirty box: dildos, plugs, vibrators and assorted insertables of virtually all shapes, sizes and colors; various ropes and cuffs; different collars, a number of plastic bottles, and a bunch of other things that probably defy description, all of a clear sexual nature (though some might need explaining for the uninitiated).

There's also a little camera, which I grab and turn on. She looks at it with worry in her eyes again. I tell her that I'm gonna make her a bit of a star on XTube, and maybe a couple other places. Maybe we'll even make a video or two later on if I feel up to it. She looks like she can't decide whether to look scared or shy, settling for something somewhere in between. I smile at how cute she is.

I step back a bit, aiming the camera to get her whole figure on the little screen. She's just sitting there all obediently, her hands in her lap, glancing around here and there. She still hasn't said a word in all this time, minus the occasional little whimper. I figure now's the time to start building her portfolio, so to speak.

I move in front of her and tell her to move her hands to her sides like she's just sitting there waiting for her boyfriend. I make sure her pert breasts and groin are perfectly visible beneath her "BITCH" collar before taking the shot, making her blink at the flash. I tell her to stand up; another shot. Then a close-up of her pussy, aiming the camera close enough to really see that tempting feminine fold. Flash. She's looking more self-conscious than ever, just standing there with me taking pictures of her pussy. I compliment her to reassure her, saying she's got a really sweet-looking slit. Now she definitely blushes. I can smell her arousal from this close, and I make a show of taking a nice, slow, deep sniff at her mound. She blushes even harder.

I tell her to turn around and I get a real nice view of her lovely rump, her tail arching over her back without needing to be told. Gawd, those cheeks are stunning: round, bubbly, firm, yet squishy to the touch. She gives a little shiver as my hand feels her up, groping like a blind man exploring a delightful new object, caressing her flesh more tenderly than I'm probably used to. I eventually return to the cam and get a couple of close-ups of that fine ass.

I make her bend over the bed and stick her ass up in the air like she's inviting me to take her right here and now. Lucky for her, all I take is another snapshot of that beautiful rear end. I tell her to reach back and spread those rumpcheeks for me, and the next snapshot is a really fine view of her treasures. Even my hard-to-stir member is starting to make its presence known by now, but I still have more to do beforehand. I tell her to get back upright and lick her tits, and once she's stopped blushing again and starts doing it, several more pics ensue.

Finally, I make her get on the bed on all fours and look like she's crawling towards me, her tits swinging gently between her arms and her tail high in the air. I take a few more pics from various angles (including another couple irresistible close-ups of that gorgeous slit and tight little anal pucker) before finally closing the camera and dropping it back in the box for later. My personal collection on my computer is gonna be getting a lot of very welcome additions later on.

Things only get more interesting from now on. I tell her to lie on her back on the bed, spread-eagled. I grab some rope from the box and start tying her wrists and ankles to the bedposts, tight enough to hold steady without being too uncomfortable. It's not long before she's unable to move around more than a few inches either way, and the whole sight, including the look on her face, only makes my pants get even tighter. Thankfully, this is where they finally come off.

I'm quickly rid of the garment, and my shirt and boxers soon follow. She's staring at me now, taking in my own buff physique despite her trepidation. I can't deny it's fun to be naturally gifted.

Her eyes widen as I crawl onto the bed over her, hiding her comparatively diminutive form beneath mine, and she gets another full-body shiver as if eagerly awaiting what I've got in store for her. But not so fast, cutie.

I carefully position myself over her until I'm straddling her chest, crouching right over her with my package dangling at her muzzle, her tits just poking out behind my ass. I grab my cock, all proudly stiff now, and I tease her a bit, brushing my length around her muzzle and cheeks, covering her face in my musk. She opens her maw to breathe, and at once, I aim my tip right into her parted lips and stuff the first few inches down her muzzle. She gasps a little in surprise, but quickly adjusts to the familiar sensation of my dick in her maw, as she immediately starts sucking it like a long-denied treat. Oh, fuck, it's even better than last time. Then again, not being distracted by driving probably helps.

I gently force more and more of my meat into her muzzle until my tip reaches the back of her throat. I tell her she better know how to deepthroat 'cause I'm not stopping until I'm hilted at her nose. Thankfully, she opens her throat up expertly and barely gags at all when I push the last few inches of cock into her warm maw, finally pressing my balls against her lower jaw with my tip now making her throat bulge noticeably. Always such a nice sight, a gal with a nice, thick cock buried deep in her maw, where it belongs. (Well, one of the places it belongs.)

I halt for a moment, allowing her to adjust more to her maw and throat being spread wide like this. She's soon sucking like a pro again, like she wants nothing more than another blast of my hot seed down her throat. She's even swallowing; oh heavens, that's awesome, the way her throat tightens like that. I smile at her in appreciation. She clearly gets the message, doing it again and again.

I reach back into the box and pull out the camera again, feeling this moment just demands a picture. I aim it carefully down at her, capturing the full sight of my cock buried deep in her loving muzzle right above the "BITCH" tag, along with the air of mixed reticence and arousal on her face. I push the button; she blinks at the flash, but doesn't pause in her tonguing and sucking for a second. A true pro.

I decide to reward her a bit. I reach back around and cup one of her supple breasts in my hand, giving it a few slow, probing squeezes as she pleasures me. I play with her tits like this for a few moments, then I slowly lean back, sliding my hand down her chest, giving it a few rubs and scritches on my way down to her pelvis. Her eyes, which she had closed briefly, open wide as she notices where my hand is headed, but she doesn't give any other reaction as my fingers trace the line of her labia and start teasing her lips.

I make sure to go extra slow, half to make it last and also because I enjoy teasing her so, feeling her warm body quiver ever so slightly beneath me as I give her this unbidden pleasure. It's still not clear whether she's still resisting my touch or whether she's finally accepting her fate and allowing herself to enjoy my ministrations. It doesn't matter, though. She's here to pleasure me, not the other way around (though her enjoying herself as well is always a nifty bonus).

This continues for several long minutes, her working her maw and throat around my throbbing shaft while I leisurely masturbate her. I can tell she's enjoying this, even if she's trying to hide it. Her body's shivering more and more, her chest is rising higher and faster with her increased breathing rate, and my fingers are soon practically dripping in female fluids from her ever-heightening arousal. The heat from her pussy is just intense, just hinting at her rising need. Indeed, it's not much longer before she actually starts giving off little sounds, moans and groans she's trying her best to suppress but not with complete success.

I just smile down at her and rub a little faster, pressing my fingers deeper into her soft, moist flesh. Expectedly, her cute little noises come faster and higher, her breath whistling in her nose from how hard she's breathing by now. But I don't give her maw any respite, keeping my leonine dick stuffed deep inside it. Her eyes are particularly sparkly now, but I'm waiting for her to make it clear what she wants before I do anything. It's part of the power thrill, making her beg for it like a good little bitch.

However, I'm forced to stop prematurely as I feel her body approaching orgasm from all this teasing. I quickly pull my hand away with one last slow slide across her sensitive slit. She actually bucks her hips slightly into the air in her desperation for more stimulation, her entire body positively shaking now from being on the brink of release. Her eyes are pleading up at me now above her cock-filled maw, but I don't want my bitch getting her release just yet. I tell her I need her to work harder for it. She just looks up at me with those big, needy eyes, and I'm half-tempted to rub her to orgasm right then and there, but I stop myself. She can wait a bit longer.

I let her suck me off a bit longer, then I pull up and out, my cock glistening wet as it emerges from her gasping maw. I give my member a few strokes with her cooling saliva coating my flesh as I look her over. I tell her it's time to warm her up for what's next to come. I can see her wondering what could be next.

Shifting my position over her chest without unstraddling her, I pull the dirty box closer and rummage inside until I pull out a relatively moderate dildo, seven inches long and just over an inch thick, perfect for someone with some experience. I bring the item to bear over her, her eyes fixing it steadily enough.

Without breaking eye contact (I love seeing their expressions fluctuate with everything I do to their bodies), I slowly slide the cool tip of the metal phallus down her stomach, brushing through her fine dusky fur until I feel it slip down between her legs. I aim the tip at her entrance, and without any further teasing, I quickly push it into her orifice, encountering little resistance as it sinks right in. She doesn't seem to react much at first, but then I start twisting it and sliding it in and out while pushing it one way or another to make it brush against her inner walls. She definitely reacts now, biting her lip a little, and maybe blushing a little more. So cute.

I start pushing the toy deeper into her, inserting the tips of my fingers into her pussy somewhat as I force the dildo up against her cervix. She's still staring at me all innocently and nervously, though I think she's starting to let a little bit of pleasure seep into her expression, now.

I'm staring at her, at those quietly parted lips, and then an urge comes over me. I leave the dildo deep inside her as I bring my hands to her face, cradling it as I lean in and plant my lips to her own. Our muzzles fuse; her eyes grow wider and she squirms a bit, but without any real conviction to it (not that she could move much while tied up, anyway). She soon melts into the kiss, her eyes fluttering somewhat in resignation as her maw starts working with my own. Our tongues meet, first in her maw and then in mine, coiling around each other, sharing our warmth, her breath warming my nose as mine warms hers.

I press my muzzle harder into hers, allowing myself to succumb to passion for a moment, pushing my tongue deeper into her maw, all the while still keenly aware of how she's a whore, how she's insanely sexy, how she's tied to my bed with a dildo shoved up her pussy. But I'm not distracted; it just arouses me all the more. I want her, I need her, I need to be inside her and fucking her brains out until she squeals as her orgasm rocks her body as hard as my thrusting ...

But I must be patient.

I let my tongue slide against hers as I finally pull away, leaving her panting faintly, her eyes opening to stare at me again, a clear look of thinly veiled lust obvious in them despite her reservations. Oh, the dirty slut, she may try to look all innocent and scared, but she wants this, she knows she does, and I hope my little smile tells her I know she shows. A timid little flicker of her eyes tells me she knows this, too.

Back to work. I reach back and not-too-gently fish for the dildo lodged within her, and I pull it out quickly, making her twitch a little from the feeling. Problem is, now it's slick with pussy juice. I tell her I can't put it away when it's all dirty like this, and I bring it closer to her muzzle, pointing the tip at her maw. She looks hesitant again, as expected, but I prod her lips with it and she finally opens up, letting me slide the length of the dildo down her muzzle, resting it cozily against her tongue. I shut her jaw with my hand, nonverbally telling her to start cleaning it, and then she starts sucking and tonguing it like a pro, like it's my own dick she's tasting in there. She doesn't react much to the taste; I wonder if she doesn't really care either way, or if maybe she's just used to it. A girl this dirty, I wouldn't put it past her. Actually, I hope it's true - the thought only turns me on more.

With her vagina now freshly vacated, I reach back into the box and pull out a much larger dildo, a rubber stud of nearly a foot in length and an inch-and-a-half in girth. I show it to her with a little smile (her eyes widen a little, but she doesn't stop sucking on the dildo in her muzzle), then I position it at her entrance and start pushing it inside slowly but firmly. It sinks in fairly easily the first few inches, though she starts twitching and moving around a bit beneath me. It's not until it's nearly halfway inside her that I encounter some pushback, forcing me to push it in harder, which sets her moaning and grunting a bit, though it's hard to tell whether it's in pleasure or pain. I don't really care; I want her opened nice and wide.

A few strained moments later, I'm finally pushing the last couple of inches into her cunt when it butts up against her cervix. I put a little more pressure, though not enough to actually hurt her. I need her in shape for later. She squirms a bit more, but then stops fidgeting when I let go of the base, leaving the great prick lodged nice and deep inside her, with only a couple inches of the base sticking out. It's a fun sight, seeing so much rubber cock inside her gorgeous nethers, but this puppy has another fun trick up its sleeve.

She sees me reach rummage for something and looks a little confused, but her expression quickly turns to surprise when a quiet humming arises from behind me. I've just activated the toy's vibration, setting it immediately to max, and now she's really moving, her hips grinding against the mattress, her legs sliding around and trying hard to pull free from her restraints, though unable to alleviate the sudden flurry of sensations rumbling through her lower body. She starts moaning and tries to speak, but I put my hand over her maw, silencing her with the dildo in her muzzle. I tell her that whores don't get to speak unless asked to, and to keep sucking on her candy stick. She looks both anxious and a bit bitter now, but I don't care. She'll learn to like it like they all do before too long. I just smile at her as I reach back and give her groin a few rubs, playing with the fake cock inside her to increase the stimulation.

After a few minutes of this, I put my open hand by her muzzle without a word. She gets it and gently spits out the dildo into my palm, now slick with saliva but with no pussy juice left. I ask her if she likes the taste of her pussy. She just blushes and stays quiet. I'll take that as a 'yes'.

I wipe the dildo on her tits, and then I reach back and finally tug the torturous rubber dick out of her pussy with a slow, drawn-out slurp and a breathy moan from her, switching the vibration off and returning us both into relative silence. I drop the smaller dildo back in the box, then I bring the second one right back to her muzzle and quickly stuff it past her lips before she can protest again, sinking it right into her throat and making it bulge more than ever. She nearly chokes (and not just from the size, I bet), but her eyes barely water before she's once again dutifully sucking her own essence off the penis substitute in her maw. I could probably keep her hydrated indefinitely this way, just keeping her sucking and drinking her own vaginal fluids. (Now there's a thought to make my dick practically somersault on her chest.)

Her pussy's empty again, and that won't do. I reach back into the box, but this time I feel like getting a little more unorthodox. Luckily, I'd already planned ahead for such a mood. Her eyes grow predictably wider when she sees me pull out a large, thick cucumber, which I had actually put there this morning in preparation. I only give her a moment to prepare herself, though, before I aim it back (pressing my hand over her pussy-juice-covered-dildo-filled-maw again to quiet her), aim it at her fold, and immediately start sliding it into her body. It's thicker than the last dildo by a fair margin, nearly two inches, and now she's definitely putting up a little fight as I force more and more of it into her warm, needy depths. She's moaning and grunting and trying to plead, but I just hold her muzzle firmly shut with one hand while my other penetrates her deeper and deeper, until she's got at least eight inches of this fucker buried inside her.

The insertion ends there, though, so I just start sliding it and out of her rhythmically, slowly at first, then gradually increasing in speed and force. Again, though, I'm careful not to hurt her - just to bring her right to that line between pleasure and pain and keeping her there for as long as I can. I'm honestly not the sadistic type. I just like - fuck that, love - seeing and feeling a helpless girl squirm and shake all over under me as she tries desperately to escape what I'm wreaking upon her body, forcing her to endure ever higher levels of pleasure and stimulation until she's practically screaming for release. Thankfully, this bitch has a big fat rubber cock blocking her maw, so all she can do is moan ever more shrilly as I torture her, so to speak. More than once, I feel her arriving at the brink of orgasm, at which point I let go of the cucumber, allowing her body to slowly relax before continuing. I love edging, too.

I decide I want more than just her pussy, though. I tell her this, then leave her to eye me with more than a little panic by now as I reach for the box again. This time, I pull out two stretches of rope, but I don't let her get used to the sight before getting to work. I get up briefly, only to turn around and straddle her backwards, finally giving me a clear view of her lower abdomen and juicy parts.

I lean over and deftly untie her ankle restraints, but her legs don't have the chance to resist me before I've already grabbed them and pulled them back up, bending her knees so that they're now bent over her in the air, kinda like a baby positioned to get his butt wiped by mommy. Ironically enough, her butt's exactly what I'm after.

I take the first piece of rope and briskly wrap it around her legs, tying it off to leave her legs restrained in a bent position. I then tie one end of the second cord around the these binds, then I reach back and secure the other end of the rope at her collar, letting the catch grab hold of it firmly enough to make sure it's not getting loose anytime soon. She's now stuck with her legs bent in the air, giving me a clear and open view of both her cucumber-filled pussy and her inviting little anal pucker, which winks at me as if reacting to my intentions. I ignore the cucumber for now (not that she can, I think wryly) and start rubbing gently at her tailhole, just gently enough to tease and hopefully fill her with more nervousness and subdued excitement at what's to come.

I figure it's time to complete this veggie entrée. I reach into the box again, and this time it's a large, firm carrot that comes out, trimmed nicely to allow for a smooth experience. She gives a low whine at the sight, but I'm already prodding the tip between her bubbly cheeks and pressing in. I just tell her plainly to relax so that it doesn't hurt her more than it has to. It takes a few moments of increased force for the first couple of inches to sink in before she puts herself to the task. Slowly, her ring loosens as if by magic, allowing the next few inches to slide right in. I briefly consider lubing her up ... then I shrug the idea away and continue to violate her cute ass with the second large intruder. I'm rather partial to unlubed, myself. Besides, a girl like her's definitely done it dry before, so it's not exactly a new experience for her. Well, mostly.

The carrot's thick, albeit not quite as much as the monster filling her cunny, and the last bit is particularly difficult to push inside her. Her squirming isn't helping matters, either, though my weight and the binds are still more than enough to keep her under control. Her pucker's clenching like mad around the orange intruder, regardless of her attempts to control it, and by the time I've inserted as much as I dare to in her rectum without risking injury, only an inch of carrot remains protruding from her stretched-out sphincter. I'm happy to see there's no blood or anything. I tell her I knew she could take it, giving the carrot a few little twists in her ass as I talk. She reacts with a few more whiny moans and shivers.

I take her situation into account and I just can't pass this up. I climb off of her, letting her twist around a little more freely (though not by much), and I grab the camera I'd left aside after the cock-in-maw shot. I get off the bed and take a few steps back, relishing the sight: Her beautiful black body writhing feebly, arms tied, muzzle emitting the occasional little moan despite being stuffed full of rubber cock, "BITCH" collar glinting at her neck, chest and pert nipples rising and falling rhythmically, legs in the air, her tail curling and twitching at the sensation of being double-penetrated with the green and orange shafts poking out of her orifices. She only blinks when my flash goes off, followed by a few others, including a particularly tasty close-up of her violated undercarriage.

By now, my throbbing tumescence is truly aching in desperate need. I shut off the cam and chuck it back into the box, then I approach her and unceremoniously pull the cucumber out of her dripping labia in one long tug, secretly marveling at how much of that monster she'd had inside her. Her newly vacated pussy clenches a bit in reflex and starts dripping a little, small rivulets creeping down her perineum and asscheeks before staining my bedcovers. Good thing I don't care. I don't have many thoughts in my head, actually, other than that powerful female musk that's suddenly radiating through the room and making my cock do another little half-a-somersault.

I notice her eyeing the mastodon cucumber with a wary look on her strained face, but she then looks reassured when I promptly drop it into the box. The worry reappears in force, though, when I slide out the carrot from her anus (which clenches almost in relief with only a little bit of a gape), and this time her worries are substantiated. It looks clean enough (as I knew - or hoped - it would), save for a slight coating of musk, which smells of nothing more than female scent to me. Perfect.

I give her a naughty little grin, which makes her eyes go wide yet again (how many times can she be surprised at my depravity in one night before finally getting used to it?). I crawl back over her, deliberately holding the ass-varnished carrot in prominence, until I'm straddling her chest again, feeling her little nipples poking up into my asscheeks. I grab the base of the rubber dildo in her muzzle and finally ease it out, slow enough to let her catch her breath a little as her maw is temporarily freed. She tries to protest again, and once more realizes her mistake when I quickly shove the item through her open jaws and into her abused oral opening.

She gags on it more than ever as I slide it deep into her muzzle and leave it there, holding it in with my hand to stop her coughing it up or spitting it out reflexively. It's not long enough to poke into her throat (no chance deepthroating this bad boy), but her eyes nonetheless start watering at the pungency, being forced to taste her own ass this way. I can't help but tease her about that a little. I ask her which taste she prefers, her pussy or her asshole. She moans and whimpers, her eyes glimmering from the raw experience in her muzzle. I smile wider. She's not in any actual pain or real discomfort; it's clearly just the humiliation coupled with need that's getting to her. I just absolutely love that.

I order her to keep it in and suck on it like the others. I remove my hand, and my confidence is rewarded as she keeps her lips sealed around the end of the carrot like the good, obedient little bitch we both know she is. While she busies herself with swallowing down her own musk, I crawl back a bit until I'm crouching right behind her, my cock hanging in the air over her battered, sore, desperately needy sex. I rub my tip over her soft, wet mound and across her warm lips. She quivers a little, but otherwise doesn't seem to notice much. Maybe she's still a little numb from her previous treatment. Time to wake her right up.

I take a moment to align myself perfectly, my tip just barely parting her lips. I lean forwards, pushing her legs out of the way and gripping her thighs firmly. Then, keeping a close eye on her face and grinning more than a little roguishly, I give an all-powerful thrust forth, ramming my hips as hard as I can into her, sending my thick, lengthy shaft surging right into her tunnel and butting up against her cervix in one go, my balls colliding against her rump as I hilt myself.

At once, her muzzle flies open in a choked howl, her body suddenly rigid beneath me, her hair on end. I quickly grab her muzzle and force it shut with one hand whilst trying to hold her still with the other (thank gawd for the ropes). As much as I like to hear them react, I do have neighbors.

She continues struggling for a few moments, her body wriggling desperately around my cock, her arms yanking against their restraints hard enough to make my bedframe creak, but with no luck in budging so much as an inch. I tighten my grip around her muzzle and force her head back into the mattress with enough force to calm her right down. She's staring at me as best she can through watery eyes, but I am unfazed. I tell her coolly to keep it the fuck down, unless she really wants to be punished. I say this last bit coldly enough to remove the need for me to elaborate. She gets it, and a few moments of pitiful writhing later, she finally forces her limbs still, shivering all over. She's looking at me pleadingly now, all calm and docile like she should be

I give her a little smile, then I remove my hand from over her muzzle, the carrot still lodged deep in her maw and looking almost silly poking out from between her lips. I tell her to eat her vegetable while I work. I reposition my grip around her waist, then I slowly pull out, relishing the feeling of every inch of her inner walls hugging my member, the delight of her warm, slick, velvety flesh sliding against my own. No matter how many I fuck, it's still an awesome feeling, feeling my heartbeat pulsing through my dick as it enters another warm body ripe for the taking.

I'm slightly distracted as I hear her crunch down on her carrot, slowly but surely disappearing the thick vegetable down her throat until she's licking her lips, though I doubt it's from the good taste. She's finally free to pant openly for the first time since I started on her, raising her head slightly to better look at me, taking stock of my position before her, my cock now only head-deep inside her.

We exchange a look, then I grip her again and slam back home once again, though with less brute strength than the first time. She still moans aloud like she's in heat, though - oh, she wants it bad, even if it hurts her. Always a good sign.

I slide out again until only my tip is inside her, then I once more pound into her, making her whole body shake from the impact. I repeat the sequence a few times, enjoying how she gasps with each thrust, until I decide to really get into it. I lean a little lower over her, raise my grip around her torso, and now I'm pumping into her with intent, slapping my pelvis into hers hard enough to make my balls bounce against her asscheeks with abandon as I start fucking her for real. She's making all sorts of little sounds, moans and whimpers and grunts and whines, and once again it's impossible to tell if they're from pleasure or pain. I'd guess both.

Her eyes are so wet she can barely keep them open, closing them now and again to clear them. She locks them into mine and I gaze back at her unabashedly as I plow into her, my stare so intense that she actually blushes a little and tries to look away. I grab the sides of her head with my hands and force her to hold my gaze, then I lean in and plant my lips to hers again. I don't slow down my rutting in the slightest as I kiss her passionately, moreso than last time, forcing my tongue deep into her sweet maw and intertwining it around hers. Almost despite myself, my grip around her torso softens into more of an embrace, my arms sliding around her back and holding her tightly as our muzzles fuse together in combined desire.

However, I've been so hard and pent up for so long that there was no way I was going to last particularly long. I've only been fucking her steadily for a few minutes before I feel the rush of need fill me up.

I grab her tighter than ever, practically crushing her into me as I kiss her harder than ever, and I buck into her with all the strength and speed I can muster as my orgasm rolls over me like a tidal wave of pleasure. I continue thrusting even as my cock erupts deep inside her, shooting out stream after thick creamy stream of warm seed until it fills her sanctum. She definitely notices, either the sudden warmth radiating through her or my increased fervor. I don't know or care which; I'm too busy fucking her senseless and marking her as my own. She's moaning into the kiss with heat, and for all I know, she may well be orgasming right then and there. I'm way too hammered to tell as it is.

After a few moments, or possibly several long years (I sure as fuck can't tell), my senses return to me. I'm keenly aware of her body trembling against mine, her warm, shuddering breath at my neck, my arms gripping her back and my nails gouging into her fur, my cock planted deeper than ever inside her and bathing in a thick coating of orgasmic fluids that I can feel slowly dripping out of her entrance.

I raise my head and look into her half-lidded eyes. She's much calmer now, having finally given up any attempt at resistance and giving in completely. She just looks tired more than anything else, though I suspect that's just post-orgasmic bliss. And indeed, she slowly comes back to, her features perking up a little as she raises her eyes to meet mine. She doesn't blush or cringe, and even her nervousness seems mostly attenuated. Something about what happened in the last few minutes - the fucking, the shared orgasm, or maybe the kiss - it seems to have done something to her. I just give her a little smile again, and though I don't get one back, she doesn't look so worried anymore, either. I reward her with another kiss, and damned if she doesn't actually return it, at least a little.

My heartbeat's finally returned to something around normal by now. I raise myself a little and gently pull out of her, watching as my shiny slick cock emerges from her bruised, cum-coated nethers and releases a little trickle of mixed male and female cum that slides down her asscrack and pools into a creamy puddle around her rump and tail. I give her a few rubs, making her shiver and squirm a little at the tough of my fingers against her now very sensitive flesh.

It's gonna be a few minutes before my tool is ready for more work, though. I decide to let her rest her legs; a few twists of my fingers and the knot are undone and the bindings fall apart. She slowly flexes her legs, stretching them almost leisurely across the bed with a contented little groan. While I'm at it, I decide to free her arms as well. I'm pretty sure she isn't going anywhere, anyway.

A moment later, the ties are unfastened and she's rubbing her wrists slowly, gazing up at me with a fairly neutral, even calm look on her face. I wonder if she's still post-orgasmic, or whether she really is just getting accustomed to the game by now. I take a minute to look her over, still reveling in how gorgeous she is. A fine lady, indeed, even with the slutty collar around her neck. And she's all mine for as long as I want her. Gawd, I love this job.

I lay down by her side and wrap an arm around her, pulling her closer to me until we're practically cuddling. She doesn't seem to object this time, and her eyes are locked into mine as we lay there, inches from each other on the warm, soft bed. Once again, I can't help but lean in and press my lips to hers. She only moves back an inch, but puts up no further resistance and quickly melts into the kiss. My arm tightens around her, rubbing up and down her back slowly and gently, and I feel her hand lay on my waist, though she doesn't move it much more than that.

I eventually break the kiss with a long, slow lick across her lips and nose, making her grimace briefly, though I could swear I see an upwards flicker at the corner of her lips. I trail my arm down her side as I slide down her body slowly, giving little kisses and licks all the way down her neck and upper chest. I reach her chest, observing for a moment as her sweet mounds rise and fall slowly with her breathing, then I give her nipple a kiss before starting to suck on it softly, using my tongue to flick it a little. I alternate from one breast to another, making sure both are well-treated with my lips and tongue paying special attention to their curves and perky little button in their center.

I think I hear a soft, low rumbling from her, and only when it abruptly stops do I realize she was beginning to murr quietly, albeit quickly stifling herself. I look up at her, and she's indeed looking a bit more self-aware than before, and I doubt it's 'cause of the nipple-licks. I give her a grin, and now she's definitely blushing again. Knew it. I grin wider and I can't help but tease her a bit about how she really does enjoy this, the dirty little whore, me playing with her tits like that. She's blushing even more now and she averts my eyes for the first time since our climaxes.

Thankfully, it's now been long enough so that my ministrations to her lovely chest-puppies has got me rearing again, my member rising up to meet a new challenge, and getting pretty impatient for it, too. I give her nipple one last little kiss and a soft nip (she gasps quietly) before I push myself upright, looking down at her. I'm already feeling a fair bit drained from our previous round of energetic fucking, not to mention it's been a long day to begin with, so I figure it's time to move onto the final round.

She's still lying on her side, so I give her a couple soft little slaps on her ass to get her to roll over onto her stomach. She does, though not without looking over her should at me with another vaguely quizzical look. I just tell her I've had her pussy, and now I want her ass to finish the night off. She looks slightly put out, but looks away and lays her head down on the mattress resignedly, as well as obediently shifting her tail off to the side.

I return my attention to her sexy rump, looking so irresistible even when lying flat like that with gravity reducing its lovely curves somewhat. My hands quickly find their place kneading and rubbing around those soft cheeks, groping them and spreading them apart to reveal the goodies. I've always had a bit of a thing for manipulating nice, supple asses like this. I lean in to get a nice, close look at that still wet and slightly reddish pucker, squeezed tight shut despite the veggie intruder I'd previously stuffed in there.

I lean in closer and apply my tongue in a slow, gentle lap across her ring, and I can feel her shiver a little above me. I give her several more slow licks, each longer than the last until I'm licking from her perineum all the way up to her tailbase. I love how her sphincter clenches a little in reflex as my tongue passes over it and leaves it all slick. I press a little harder into her flesh, licking ever deeper and pressing my tongue at her opening, making the loosened ring open a little to let me taste her fully. Most people would probably expect some sort of dirty flavor, but the truth is a well-cleaned asshole doesn't taste much of anything except skin and a little musk. And it's a taste that gets me going like nothing else, so carnal and raw and infectious. Before long, I'm pushing my tongue as much as I can into her, burrowing in her insides, making her shiver even more at the undoubtedly peculiar but pleasant feeling of my wet organ moving around inside her.

I'm getting more tired by the minute, though, and before long I'll want nothing more than to just collapse on the bed and doze off with my bitch in my arms, so it's time I got cracking. I give her tush one last lick and grope, add a little spank (she jumps and gasps a little), then I crouch over her, aligning myself with her rear entrance. I don't waste any more time with teasing, though. I present my now-sensitive tip at her ring and push a little to sink it in a fraction of an inch, just to make sure I won't misfire. She gives a quiet gasp and squirms a tiny bit, but otherwise she just lies there, waiting for me.

I lean back down over her, slide my arms beneath her front and my hands find her breasts almost automatically. I grip her firmly, give her tits a squeeze, then I thrust in hard, just as last time, making an entrance she won't soon forget. I hilt myself all the way inside her in one go (that carrot and licking really paid off), making her gasp and moan out loud, her fur raising as she shivers beneath me. Without further ado, I start pumping into her with the remaining strength, my hips pounding against hers in a rapid tempo of animalistic lust as I break her ass in.

This time, she's barely holding herself back, and it's not long before her soft little moans and gasps fill the room in between our combined labored breaths. I'm grunting a little, too, though mostly in effort by now to keep the pace up. Her insides feel so lovely around my girth, all smooth and tight and clenching at random intervals, almost as if she were willing me into my next orgasm. I do have a bit more than that left in me, though, so I slow the pace down somewhat to make it last a little longer. Each retreat brings my cock out until only my tip remains in her, and every return thrust sinks as deep as I can manage inside her, making her feel the full length and size of my shaft plunging with such passion inside her backdoor. Her tail's fluttering around erratically, alternatively furling on the mattress or curling around my waist and legs, as if she didn't know what to do with it as I fuck her.

Sooner than expected, though, I feel her body stiffen a little more than before and her panting's suddenly growing higher and harder, her fingers digging into the mattress hard. I know it just a moment before it hits, and then her sudden orgasm washes over her, her ass clenching harder than before, so tight that it's almost hard to slide in and out of her.

I don't let up, though. In fact, I only grab her tighter around the midriff and redouble my efforts, forcing my cock in and out of her even faster and harder than before, bottoming out inside her each time, hard enough to make her entire body jump with every thrust. She's really moaning and panting now, having evidently lost any and all restraint she had left, and I'd probably tease her all the more for it (I love seeing that blush on her cheeks) if I weren't so focused on my efforts and rapidly growing exhausted.

But now, I'm fucking her so hard and so fast, and for so long without any interruption, that it's actually milking her (so to speak), prolonging her climax and pushing it to greater heights, until the feeling of cumming so hard for so long starts to make her visibly light-headed from the sheer overload of pleasure.

To her probable relief, though, I just can't last that long, not when I'm already this drained, sensitive from having orgasmed so soon previously, and fucking her hard enough to make the entire bedframe shake and groan in protest. Just as her orgasm starts tapering off, leaving her practically passed out with her tongue lolling out the side of her muzzle on the mattress, mine arrives in force, pushing me to groan louder than I'd like to admit as I ram into her one great, final, climactic (ha) time. I feel my load shoot out in several long pulses, definitely fewer than the first time around, but still enough so that I can feel my member surrounded by my spunk inside her tight, hot canal.

I think I black out for the next couple moments, as the next thing I remember is lying down on top of her, my arms just feebly keeping me from crushing her under my bulk, my cock still buried deep inside her but slowly softening. I press my body down on hers, pushing her into the mattress (though still careful not to smother her), grinding my hips a little into her ass, sending a few shivers of residual pleasure up my spine. I give her neck a few slow little licks, more an instinctual move than anything else, and even add a little dominant nip that makes her shiver some in response. Once again, everything about her body language is telling me she's liking this, especially now that she's pretty much abandoned any pretense to the contrary. She knows she's a dirty little fucktoy, and accepting it is only making her feel better about what's going on.

By now, though, I can practically feel the energy draining from my body. As much as I love the feel of her warm, tight ass around my sensitive cock, I slowly pull out, letting the sensation last as long as I can, then I push myself up to crouching position and nudge her to get her to turn over. She complies without a sound, just lying there on her back, completely bared to me and with no reservations left about it, her groin still leaking creamy liquid between her legs. Clean-up time.

I move up to straddle her chest again, holding my half-soft, cum-coated cock over her muzzle in wait. She meets my eyes, but again, all the protest is gone. Her maw opens almost automatically, and the next moment, my entire length is once again buried inside her muzzle and partway down her throat. She shivers and makes a little bit of a grimace at the taste, but she gets used to the mélange of ass, pussy and cum quickly enough and starts tonguing my length, swallowing every now and then as she cleans our juices off my now-nearly-limp prick.

After all this, though, my dick is seriously oversensitive, and I actually have to stop myself from cringing or grunting from the acute sensations. I let her continue for a few more moments, just 'cause I love watching her work with my cock stuffing her maw. Then, I finally pull back, my now-flaccid penis sliding across her fine chin and chest fur as I retreat. I give my member a few wipes across her tits, even adding a little rubbing around her muzzle and cheeks, more to tease than really dominate. She doesn't even try move her head away anymore and just lies there, looking up at me tiredly as I wipe my dick all over her face.

With my groin now as clean and dry as her fur will allow, I figure it's time we got a little more comfortable. I climb off the bed, grab the dirty box and drop it in a corner for later, and I motion to my bitch to scoot over a little so I can prepare the bed. She slowly does, and a few moments later, the covers are drawn back and the pillows are positioned with her head now resting comfortably on hers.

I climb into bed, pull the covers over us, and before you know it, we're like a regular ol' couple, cuddling in bed together, bodies pressed close to one another with my arms wrapped around her back as she faces me. Her eyes are still open, though almost half-lidded now, and mine don't feel much more alert, either, even as I gaze at her pretty face.

I rub down her tummy slowly until I reach her mound, where I can feel my seed drying in her fur and still leaking out onto my bed from both well-used orifices. I cup my hand and give her parts a little rub, scraping all the cum I can onto my palm and fingers (she shivers a bit at the touch). I then bring my arm back up and present my semen-coated hand to her muzzle. Her tongue obediently sticks out and starts lapping up the mess slowly, swallowing at the end when my hand's clean. I return it to her groin and give another rub, this time going further back between her legs to cover her anus as well, then I again bring it back up for her to clean with her maw like a good little bitch.

Now that we're both suitably cleaned up, I pull her even closer and wrap my arm tighter around her, locking her in a warm embrace, our bodies so close you could cook an egg in our shared body heat. We just lay there, our eyelids slowly lowering nearly of their own accord, listening to nothing but the silence and the low, soft breathing that underlines it. I let my hand trail almost automatically down her thigh and onto her rump, where it stays still as if claiming her ass as mine.

We finally fall asleep, any and all thoughts of her status or what awaits us both tomorrow banished, the only thing on my mind being her closeness, her softness, her breathing filling my ears and making the side of my neck pleasantly warm.

You know, this may just be my favorite part of all.