The Business Trip
#4 of Mark and Kim
Mark goes on a business trip to Munich, Germany. Unfortunately, his wife can't join him, but she sends along a little gift to keep him entertained while they're apart...
The Business Trip The fourth story in the Mark and Kim series Written by Yogloo, May 2012. Mark and Kim © Yogloo Treesinger © herself
Warning: For mature audiences only. Contains graphic depictions of sexual activity and sexual situations.
I sighed gratefully as my suitcase tumbled onto the baggage claim. It was a sturdy black case with a bright orange laundry tag, as well as the customary ribbons the airport and the TSA insisted on strapping to it. "Inspected by #319" and "Destination: MUC". Thankfully, it was just the one checked bag, and I already had my carry-on with me. As I pulled out the tow handle, I thought to myself how nice it was to be reunited with my earthly possessions after the long, seventeen-hour flight.
The Munich Airport was huge, and the path between the baggage claim and the shuttle hub took me past several of its famous exhibits. There was a lot to see, from modern and elegant architecture to lots of big screens advertising the city's tourist traps. At one point, I even passed a model of the Allianz sports arena, a walk-in donut-shaped structure covered in lit panels that glowed in an array of dazzling colors. I knew I would want to see the real thing at some point, but for now, I was mainly just interested in getting to the shuttle. Thankfully, the place used universal symbols to point me in the right direction - otherwise, I could have easily gotten lost there.
When I finally reached the shuttle desk, I handed my itinerary to the clerk who, with a thick accent, directed me to a line just outside the door. I'd have to wait about ten minutes for the next shuttle to arrive - long enough to reflect. I had arrived at around 7:00 in the evening, local time. While I was able to catch a little shut-eye in my comfortable business-class seat, I was really looking forward to taking a long, warm bath as soon as I got to my hotel room. Being halfway around the world from home would take a little getting used to. Thankfully, my company had given me a bit of time to acclimate.
I'd been sent to Munich, Germany, to visit one of our international offices and supervise a new development team on one of our latest web services. We were expanding into new markets, so it was very important that we promoted "best practices", or something like that. Corporate doublespeak, really. Basically, we'd done the planning work on this project back in the States, and now it was my job to make sure the offshore team got off to the right start. My boss figured it would be easier and faster to just send me out here in person, rather than try to do it all over email and international conference calls at odd hours of the morning. No argument here.
And I'd always wanted to do a bit of traveling anyway, so when my boss approached me about it, I signed up on the spot. Since I had a fair chunk of vacation time saved up, I convinced my boss to let me fly out a few days early and come back a few days late. It meant I'd have to split the costs on the hotel stay, but the company would still pay for my travel. Seemed like a good compromise to me, so what was originally going to be a one-week business trip turned into a two-week working vacation.
The only problem was that Kim hadn't been able to come with me. We'd been married for only a couple of years by this point, and between us settling into our new home, dealing with longer commutes, and her schedule getting pretty crazy on her, we just couldn't make the timing work out. Not to mention that my boss wouldn't pay for her ticket. But even though she was sad that she couldn't visit Germany with me, Kim still encouraged me to take the extra time off anyway. Just so long as I promised to email her and send pictures.
I was missing her already. My beautiful lioness, my one and only. Even though we were starting to come out of the "honeymoon phase" of our marriage, I swear I still fell in love with her all over again each night I came home to her. I smiled as I thought about her. About what had brought us together - that chance meeting in my old dorm, when I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Going out for pizza and learning we had so much in common. And I'll never forget the sight I was treated to when she had me over to her room that first time...
A short honk signaled the arrival of the shuttle, cutting my thoughts short with a start. I shook my head and chuckled to myself. There'd be plenty of time for all that later.
Half an hour later, I'd checked in at the front desk and was on my way to my room. The hotel was interesting - on the outside, it resembled a small castle, but it had many modern touches that probably would have been completely out of place in any other country. On the inside, it was clean and modern, and there were little bits of abstract art here and there to offset the otherwise plain layout. The collie at the front desk had been very nice and cheerful, and even the bellhop, though disappointed that I didn't let him take my bag, seemed extraordinarily polite.
I stepped out of the elevator on the fifth floor and found my room at the end of the hall. I was thankful to get a spot far away from any noisy ice machines. I slid my card-key into the door, and after a musical chirp and a loud click, I gently pushed my way inside.
The room itself was just what I expected. As hotel rooms go, it was pretty ordinary - a couple of chairs, a small desk, a nightstand on each side of the king bed, and a spacious bathroom. It would be everything I needed - my boss had offered to book a suite for me, but I figured a comfortable bed, a soaking tub and a little room service were all the luxury I needed. I decided to waste little time in getting that bath, so I hastily unpacked my things, got out of my clothes and started the faucet running.
There was a bath bomb on the edge of the tub, wrapped in a small net bag with a little printed note. Curious, I picked it up and gave it a sniff - it smelled of lavender and vanilla. That was nice of them, I thought. I read the note: "May you enjoy the presence of an old friend." I chuckled - it read like a fortune cookie. Maybe they were doing fortune bath bombs now. I unwrapped the fragrant ball and dropped it into the tub, watching it fizz away as its perfumes started to fill the room. A moment later, I had settled into the warm water, feeling the aches of my long travel beginning to melt away.
Finally free from distractions, I let my mind wander once more. I thought about my Kimmy again, wishing she could be here to share this wonderful bath with me. Our new house had a jetted two-person tub, so one of the first things we did when we moved in was to pour a bubble bath in it. That turned out to be a mistake - the jets whipped up the bubbles so high we couldn't see each other after a while. I laughed softly to myself as I remembered us coming up with creative ways to deal with the mess - Kim had locked her legs with mine and made a little tunnel in the bubbles big enough for me to see her, then she started scooping them against herself to make it look like some bizarre bubble monster was attacking her. I remembered leaning forward and dramatically shouting, "I'll save you!", then squishing the imaginary beast into little bits of foam, revealing her wet, furry breasts to my sight. She put her hands together and said, "My hero!", then thrust her chest forward as a reward. It was only a matter of time before I was on top of her, taking her right there in the tub while the bubbles continued to billow around us.
My paw began to stroke lazily at my now-erect maleness while my mind replayed that memory. There had been something quite erotic about being surrounded by the bubble bath - we never quite figured it out, and we'd only done it that once so far, but it seemed completely appropriate at the time. Of course, the mess in the bathroom was pretty spectacular - the soap ended up all over the floor and on some of the walls, and it took us a while to clean it all up again. But it had been fun, and it made me appreciate even more that she was not only sexy as hell, but silly and fun too. What more could I ask for in the perfect mate?
I spent about fifteen minutes enjoying my soak, then decided to rinse up. While the memory had aroused me, I was far too relaxed to take it any further right then. I drained the tub and started the shower, and a moment later I had wrapped myself in a couple of towels to dry my fur. I spent a moment reading a book I'd brought with me, before I was finally dry enough to put on a new change of clothes.
I'd just been standing near the dresser, reading another page or two in my book when I heard a knock on the door. I wondered, who could that be? I didn't remember ordering anything. So I walked over to the door and opened it to find a deer standing outside. A female deer.
A very shapely female deer. She was wearing a bright red dress, the velvety material hugging every one of her generous curves from her chest to halfway down her thighs. It had a thin strap over one shoulder, but half a sleeve over the other, and she had placed that hand on her hip to show off the unique design to its full advantage. I couldn't help but just look over her for a moment, my eyes drawn to the gentle flare of her hips, the swell of her chest, and the soft, tan fur of her shoulder. When I looked back up to her face, she smiled and said, "Guten abend, wolfie. Remember me?"
I just stood there for a moment. The appearance of this beautiful girl outside my door had caught me totally off-guard, and my brain was awhirl trying to make sense of it. She looked familiar. She called me wolfie. That's what my wife calls me. But I thought I recognized her voice, and I knew that I had known a deer sometime in the past. But when? What was her name? Where had she been from? Then I finally started to piece things together. And I remember seeing her smile broaden as recognition set in.
"Treesinger?"
The doe bounced just a little and said, "That's me!" Before I knew it, she was hugging me tight, and my arms embraced her in return before my brain even registered it. Memories began to flood back to me, rapidly filling in blanks and making me realize just how long it had been. After a moment, I said, "Wow, it's really you! I haven't seen you since college!"
She was resting her cheek against my chest as she replied, "It's so good to see you, Mark. How have you been?"
"I'm doing great! I just got here and was getting settled in and... but what are you doing here? How did you know I was in Munich?"
Treesinger looked up at me with a smile. "Well, your wife told me you were coming, so I couldn't pass up the chance to come see you. I live in Bavaria, just an hour or so north of here. Not too much of a drive at all!"
So that was what the message on the bath bomb had been about. Kim must have arranged that for me. How sweet, I thought. "Well, your timing is perfect, then. I was just thinking about getting some dinner. Care to join me?"
The charming doe tossed her head playfully and said, "I would be honored, good sir." She gave me a wink and turned toward the hall, and I offered her my arm as we headed for the elevator.
The hotel restaurant was what you might expect: Reasonably formal, well-lit, and with round tables and booths scattered about. Classical music played softly while well-dressed waiters walked in and out of the kitchen with almost mathematical precision. A few minutes after we'd been seated, a tall ferret arrived at our table.
"Guten Abend, herr und dame. Wie kann ich ihnen dienen?" I gathered that he was asking us what we wanted for dinner, so I didn't bother asking for a translation. I figured Treesinger would know what she was doing, so I let her take the lead.
"Ich werde den lauch mit sahne und walnüssen," she said. I looked at her quizzically, and she whispered to me, "That's the sauteed leeks with cream and walnuts."
The waiter eyed me for a moment, apparently realizing I didn't speak German. He then said, in a surprisingly British accent, "Very good, madame. And what will you be having, sir?" Treesinger stifled a giggle, evidently impressed with the ferret's verbal agility.
"Uh, I think I'll just have the sauerbraten," I said, in no particular accent at all.
"Excellent choice, sir. Our sauerbraten is the best in all of Munich." I folded up my menu and handed it to him with a nod, suppressing the urge to say "I'll believe it when I taste it." I loved sauerbraten, especially the way my mom used to make it.
Treesinger spoke again to the waiter, "Und wäre sie bringen einen topf heißes wasser für tee?"
The waiter nodded in response and replied, "Auf einmal." He bowed formally to me and walked back to the kitchen.
I couldn't help but chuckle as I watched him depart. "Well, he's certainly a polite fellow. What did you ask him back there?"
She replied, "Oh, I asked him to bring some hot water for tea. I brought some with me that I thought you'd like."
My ears perked. "Wow, you make your own tea?"
"Well, sort of," she explained. "I'm a junior botanist for a research firm up in Bavaria, and I built my own little greenhouse at home as a hobby."
"Really? That's pretty cool!" I guess I'd never put much thought into her choice of majors, but it made total sense now.
She continued, "I grow some veggies, mostly so I don't have to go to the store as much, and I have a section for herbs and spices, including a few I make into my own special tea blend. You can't really call it tea, though--"
At that point, the waiter returned with a large, steaming teapot and a container of sugar packets. He placed the set on our table and headed back to the kitchen without saying a word, and I watched as my friend pulled a small box out from her handbag and opened it, showing me what looked like small, dried leaves inside. As she picked up a few pinches and sprinkled them into the tea cups, she went back to her explanation. "I was saying that you can't really call it tea, because real tea comes from tea leaves, which don't grow around here. But these herbs work just as well, and I like how they taste." She poured the water, which quickly began to turn a light green as the herbs dissolved. She set the pot down and handed me my cup, saying, "Give it just a moment to steep, then let me know if it's strong enough for you."
I nodded and lifted the cup to my nose to take a sniff. The tea had a pleasantly spicy scent to it, kinda like cinnamon, but just a touch different. My first thought was that it smelled kind of like chai, but I couldn't quite place it. But I liked it, whatever it was. A moment later, I took a tentative sip, letting it sit and cool on my tongue for just a moment. Just like its scent, the flavor resembled a sweet chai, but with a pleasant spice to it. It reminded me of something else, but I couldn't tell what just yet.
Treesinger was watching me, and smiled when I nodded with approval. "This is pretty good!" I said, taking another sip.
"I'm glad you like it. Have as much as you want - I have plenty with me." She then raised her cup and began sipping as well.
The waiter returned a few minutes later with our food, and we spent the next half hour just talking and catching up on each other's lives. She told me about how, once she'd returned to Germany, she finished her degree in Biology. Her role as "junior botanist" basically meant that she was an assistant to a researcher who was studying various forms of plant life. The company had already published a paper on microscopic algae that turned different colors depending on temperature, something they thought could be used to track global warming. And she told me more about her little home out on the edge of town, just big enough for herself and the occasional guest. It sounded like a nice, quiet existence, not too unlike the place Kim and I had just moved into.
The food was delicious - I had to admit, the waiter might have been right to boast about the sauerbraten, though my mom's was still better. And while we talked, Treesinger poured me a second cup of her tea, making it a little stronger this time. I remember thinking it must have had some caffeine in it - I felt more awake by that point. And I found myself just admiring the doe sitting across from me. She was really quite an amazing girl. Even though our first experiences together were ... well, more physical than anything, she, Kim and I had all become good friends back in college. I was aware that the two of them had kept in touch once she'd returned to Germany, but I hadn't really done the same myself.
Even though I figured she already knew, I told her about Kim and me. How Kim graduated before me and started working full-time. How we'd kept dating and eventually moved in together to save money. How, shortly after I finished my bachelor's degree in Computer Science, we got married. I told Treesinger all about how we'd just wanted to elope, but our parents would have had our heads if we hadn't had at least a small wedding. So we let them arrange a small, inexpensive ceremony in a wine cellar, with just our families and a few friends and just enough classic traditions to satisfy the folks. I even told her how I accidentally dropped my slice of cake on Kim's dad's shoes - not my best moment, but we all had a good laugh anyway. Then I described our honeymoon, such as it was - a few nights in a small lodge, in a forest not too far away from home. It was all we could really afford at the time, but that made the whole thing that much more romantic.
Treesinger had developed a very cute, somewhat wistful expression on her face. When I finished, she said, "I really envy you two. You have such a special relationship."
I blushed a little, but smiled back. "I just know that I've never been happier." I finished my cabbage and took another sip of my third cup of tea, then sighed, "I just wish she could have come with me. It's going to be lonely out here without her, and I know she would have liked to see you too."
Treesinger's ears perked at that. "Actually, that reminds me." She reached into her bag and pulled out a small purple envelope, which she handed to me. "Kim wanted me to give this to you when you got here."
I tilted my head quizzically as I took the envelope from her. I instantly recognized Kim's handwriting - the envelope had been addressed to Treesinger, and it had all the stamps and markings one could expect for international mail. But it hadn't been opened yet. Was it really meant for me? The doe watched intently as I opened it and pulled out the letter within.
I couldn't help but smile as I read Kim's handwritten letter:
"My dearest Mark,
I'm sorry I couldn't join you on your trip to Germany this time around. I knew you would be lonely out there, so I asked Treesinger to give you a little gift, from me. I hope you enjoy it thoroughly, and that you think of me while you do. Please let me know what you think of it!
I'm thinking of you and dreaming about you. Have fun, my funny wolfie.
Love, Kimmy."
Funny wolfie. That was Kim, all right. She had a few little pet names for me that always made me smile, even when I was in the worst of moods. I read the letter a second time, imagining her voice in each word. Finally, I looked back to Treesinger, a sappy smile on my face. "That's so sweet of her."
Treesinger nodded, returning my smile. "As I said, I envy you two."
Our waiter suddenly appeared out of thin air. "Would either of you care for dessert?"
I shook my paw. "Oh, no thank you. The food was excellent, though. My compliments to the chef." Treesinger nodded in agreement.
The ferret smiled and bowed. "I'll be sure to pass on the message, sir." He set our check on the table, and I managed to grab it before she did, much to our server's amusement. I discreetly placed my credit card in the center and handed it back to him, and he bowed again and walked off.
Treesinger leaned forward and said, "You beat me to it! But thank you for getting that."
I chuckled in reply. "You're welcome. Thank you for joining me." I opened the letter and glanced over it again, a little confused. "Kim mentioned you had a gift of some sort for me?"
The doe grinned. "Oh yes, that. When we're done here, why don't we head back upstairs and I can give it to you there?"
I smiled. "Sounds good. I can't wait."
Our waiter returned shortly with my card and the receipt, and one quick signature later, we were headed back to the lobby, my friend's arm once again hooked with mine. I noticed a few heads turning our way - perhaps they thought it was her that I was married to. All I knew was, it was good to see her after all these years.
The door chirped and clicked again, and a soft creak announced our entrance to the room. Everything was as I'd left it, of course, so I beckoned my companion inside. She graciously stepped past me, but then asked, "Do you mind if I use your restroom for just a minute, wolfie?"
"Not at all. Take your time."
"Thanks. When I'm done, I'll give you your present." As she stepped into the bathroom, I couldn't help but glance over her, silently admiring her shapely curves. She looked positively ravishing in that dress, and her teardrop tail struck me as really cute where it poked out of the back. I noticed her glance back toward me, a coy smile upon her muzzle as she closed the door behind her.
I took a seat on the edge of the bed and waited patiently, feeling rather excited for some reason. I loved surprises, so I was eager to see what my wife had sent me. But after a few more fidgety moments, I decided to just lie back on the bed and stare up at the ceiling, letting my mind wander lazily.
I drifted over the events of the day, the long flight, the bumpy shuttle ride, the relaxing bath, meeting Treesinger at the door. My thoughts soon focused on her, picturing her in that almost form-fitting dress, my mind's eye tracing over each little detail. I liked how the velvety fabric had covered her shapely breasts, yet the one side was cut low enough to show just the barest glimpse of her cleavage. And as I mentally followed the outline of her body down to her hips, her image gradually shifted to what I remembered of her on that first night, when Kim had asked me over to her dorm room.
A brief thought crossed my mind that I should stay focused on the here and now. But it wasn't long before I was back to replaying bits of that experience in my head. How Kim had made me sit on my hands and watch the two of them stripping in front of me. How my lover had crouched in front of her friend and literally shredded her panties with those razor-sharp teeth. How the two girls had approached me at last, promising to relieve that growing pressure within my jeans...
The click of the bathroom door snapped me back to reality, and I gasped in horror as I suddenly realized I had developed a huge hard-on during my day-dreaming. I struggled to sit up again, but it was already too late - I'd had just enough time to prop myself up on my elbows when she came around the corner again. And my jaw dropped at what I saw.
Treesinger was now dressed in a stunning black silk negligee. The stark black fabric draped gently over her chest, hiding much more than it showed. It seemed to cling sensually to her midriff and hugged her hips, then flowed down to her knees, a little slit at each side giving me a tantalizing view of her thighs. A separate set of silky sleeves covered her arms and draped over her shoulders and back like a shawl. She had shrugged it off one of her shoulders slightly, letting me see the thin strap of her lingerie. The fabric shimmered where the light caught it, but cast deep shadows almost everywhere else, the dramatic contrast only adding to her allure.
She glanced toward my lap and grinned. "Well hello there," she said, obviously liking what she saw. She then leaned one arm up against the wall and put her free hand on her hip, striking quite the pose for me. "So, wolfie, what do you think of your gift?"
I could do nothing but stare, not quite believing what I was seeing. I had definitely not expected this. Could this really be what Kim meant by a gift? I sat up and tried to adjust my pants, hoping somehow to hide the evidence of my erection, even though in the back of my mind I knew it was futile. I tried to respond, but all I managed to do was stutter incoherently, words refusing to form as my eyes stuck like magnets to her body. I finally ended up just sitting there with my hands in my lap, blushing furiously as my brain tried to reassert control.
The doe's grin grew wider, evidently both amused and pleased by my reaction. "And are you enjoying the effects of the tea?" she asked, nodding toward my lap. My mind didn't understand. The tea? What about it? It had tasted nice, but I don't know what it had to do with... My heart skipped a beat when it suddenly clicked. That flavor I couldn't place earlier! It was just like the tea Kim made for me that one morning when...
"The tea? Buh, buh... But how did you... Kim made that stuff for..."
Treesinger's expression took on a more devious tone. "Where do you think she got it from?"
I blinked. "That was you?"
She turned toward the head of the bed and walked slowly between the mattress and the wall, taking slow, deliberate steps. I could see the outline of her tail as the fabric of her gown draped over it and hid the curve of her rump. As she moved, she spoke slowly, a teasing tone in her voice. "I told you that I had made a special blend of herbs and spices for that tea, didn't I? But what I didn't tell you was that one of those herbs is a powerful aphrodisiac." She stopped at the nightstand and turned toward me. "It sure had an effect on me when I tried it, let me tell you. So I decided to send some to Kim, thinking it might 'spice' things up for you." She took another glance toward my lap. "But I didn't expect you to have such a strong reaction. You really surprised me, wolfie." She lowered her muzzle subtly and added with a wink, "Kim's email about it still gets me off every time I read it."
I blushed, realizing that Kim must have been telling her quite a lot about our love life. I suppose I couldn't hold it against her, considering how intimate we'd all been with each other in the past. But then a small wave of panic started to wash over me. I'd only had one cup of that tea, and it had resulted in a completely ruined pair of jeans and a huge mess in my car. It took me the better part of an hour to clean it up! But now...
Treesinger leaned forward, placing her elbows on the mattress and giving me a tantalizing view of her cleavage while she continued: "So I thought to myself, 'What if I could make this stuff even more potent?' I've been working on purifying the ingredients since then, and I must say I'm pretty happy with the result." She began to climb the rest of the way onto the bed, a decidedly mischievious tone in her voice now. "Tonight's tea was MUCH stronger than what I sent to Kim. And if I'm not mistaken, it looks like it's already having quite the effect on you, wolfie." She glanced toward my lap again and licked her lips for emphasis.
As her words slowly sank in, my mind struggled to maintain control over the mix of panic and arousal that were rising within me. If I'd reacted so strongly to just one cup of the weaker stuff, what would happen to me this time? I whimpered a little, remembering how difficult it had been to control my body that day, the sensations fresh in my mind. The prospect scared me, and yet... it excited me. The thought of losing control, just letting go, giving in to my most feral instincts with such a sexy and obviously willing girl... could this really have been Kim's gift to me? I watched, my mind still struggling to make sense of everything, as the sexiest deer I'd ever met crawled toward me on her hands and knees. This had to be a dream. But there she was, moving slowly closer, a look of pure lust in her gaze.
I finally managed to squeak out, "But... did Kim really... what did she say to...?"
Treesinger continued her slow, predatory approach as she replied, "I believe her exact words were 'Wear black silk. He loves that.'"
"But... the tea... I don't... what am I supposed to..."
Treesinger's voice turned soft, low and sultry, her body just inches away from me now. "Shhh, wolfie. Just relax, and enjoy your gift. I want you to savor it." I felt my will beginning to dissolve, wanting to resist and yet not wanting to. "Every..." She brought her muzzle closer to mine, her eyes half-lidding. "Last..." The scent of her arousal was unmistakable. "Moment."
At first, all I could do was sit there, stunned, as the deer I had once shared with my lover now pressed herself against me and kissed me. The thoughts and emotions racing through my head became a blur, a jumble that ceased to make any sense, and my hormones finally won their battle. Before I knew it, I was returning her kiss, parting my muzzle to greet her tongue with mine. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close, our passions flaring and the kiss deepening.
Treesinger lithely slid around and climbed into my lap, wrapping her legs around my waist, her lips never leaving mine. I could feel her warmth already radiating against my loins, and my maleness ached with desire, still trapped within my trousers. My hands began to slide over the smooth silk of her lingerie, stroking all the way from the soft fur of her shoulders to the delicious curve of her rump. She moaned approvingly into the kiss and arched her back against my paws as her own hands roamed over my sides. Before long, my fingers were exploring the curves of her chest while my tongue wrestled with hers.
By the time she broke the kiss, my body felt like it was on fire. My heart pounded in my chest as my cock strained painfully against its fabric cage, a sizeable damp spot having formed there. The doe gasped and put her arms on my shoulders, leaning against me to pant for a moment. "My, but you are a good kisser," she said at last, shifting in my lap for effect. I simply nuzzled her hair in response, not knowing what to say. She slowly began to arch her back so that her chest rubbed sensually against mine, letting me feel the silk of her negligee slide against my shirt.
A moment later, she slipped off my lap and knelt down between my legs, grinning as she gazed at the bulge in my trousers. "That looks uncomfortable, wolfie. Want me to take care of it for you?" She rubbed her hand against the inside of my thigh, sliding it up toward my groin until her fingers slowly began to tease at the tent my maleness had formed in my pants. I willed myself to hold still while she began to trace her fingers along the swell of my balls, then teasing further up until she reached my tip. She gave it a gentle squeeze, then continued along the front of my trousers to my belt, where she started to tug it loose. I blushed a bit, but my cock was aching too much in its tight confines, so I reached down to help, undoing my belt and pants quickly. I breathed a sigh of relief as my shaft was finally allowed to stand up straight, poking up against my much looser boxers.
Treesinger murred appreciatively. "I don't think we'll be needing these for a while," she said as she started tugging my pants down off my waist. I wriggled a bit to help her, and soon she had pulled them completely off of me and tossed them aside. She then slid her hands back up my legs, teasing slowly toward my boxers as she grinned up at me. "Remember when Kim and I teased you mercilessly that first night?"
I nodded, groaning a bit at her teasing, willing my hands to stay firmly on the mattress. "You had me on edge for a long time," I said softly.
Treesinger licked her lips again and replied, "I'll never forget that moment when you came all over me." Her fingers dove in to give me another squeeze, then quickly moved up to hook under the top of my shorts and tug them down, finally exposing my hard, red shaft to the air. A long, pent-up dribble of precum emerged from my tip. She murred at the sight and whispered, "Oh man, I've been looking forward to this for a long time, wolfie..." She tugged some more, and I wriggled again, the two of us working the boxers down my legs until they fell in a bunch at my feet.
With the object of her desire now free from its prison, the sexy doe wasted little time. She curled her fingers lightly around my masculinity, stroking slowly and very delicately all the way from my base to my tip. I moaned softly, holding still and just letting myself enjoy the teasing, those fingers sliding back down to my base and giving it a gentle squeeze, murring as I twitched in her hand. She stroked back to my tip again, then with her free hand, she tugged one of her silky sleeves down over her hand, then wrapped it carefully around my member. I gasped, the fabric sliding gently against my sensitive skin as she began to stroke me again, a little harder this time. "Like that?" she asked, and I nodded enthusiastically. It was one of my favorite forms of foreplay with Kim.
Treesinger pressed herself closer to me, spreading my legs a little wider as she settled in with her chest just inches away. She uncurled her fingers from my cock and pulled it a little closer, nestling it against the even smoother silk of her negligee, arching her chest forward to let me see it sink between her breasts. She moaned suggestively as she pushed them together, surrounding my cock in warm silk, grinning even wider as I twitched again. I felt more of my pre emerge, quickly soaking into her gown as she began to rock back and forth, causing me to slide up and down through that lovely valley. I couldn't help but gasp and moan as the fabric slid and dragged along my sensitive flesh.
She kept this up for a long moment, then let me go and scooted back just a little, lowering her muzzle closer to me. She leaned in, her warm breath wafting over my shaft as she took a long, slow lick at my base. Her smooth tongue traveled tantalizingly along my maleness, the doe murring as she tasted me, her tongue then swirling around my tip and making me gasp and twitch. I watched her intently as she made a show of licking back down to my base and glancing up at me with a decidedly wicked look in her eye. "Just like good old times," she said softly before she nuzzled lower. I felt her lips and tongue beginning to probe into the space right between my balls, the warm orbs already churning ominously. She licked over first one testicle and then the other, giving each of them equal attention in turns and nipping gently at the lightly furred skin there.
I remembered how it had felt when she'd done that to me back in the dorm, when my lover had held me down and smothered me with her breasts. I couldn't see what Treesinger had been up to, so each new sensation she gave was almost sheer torture - I never knew what to expect next. But now that I was able to watch her, the experience was even hotter. She looked up at me again, almost as though to ask for permission, before she slowly wrapped her lips around one of my balls, her paw reaching up to start gently stroking my length. I tilted my head back and moaned, feeling my loins already beginning to tense up. She released my swollen orb and spent a moment torturing the other one in the same way, squeezing it with her lips and tongue and making it ache ever so slightly. She hummed lowly, her voice vibrating into me as my cock twitched in her hand, another dribble of pre slickening her fingers. She returned to the first testicle, then the second again, nibbling and sucking on each one in turn. Each time, that delightful aching increased, little by little, the attention keeping my climax at bay all the while.
Finally, she released my churning orbs and brought her lips to bear on the tip of my shaft. She brought both hands down to wrestle with my balls, squeezing and rolling them expertly while she slowly slid my masculinity inch by inch into her mouth. Her tongue licked and flickered all around me, my loins beginning to tense again. Then she pulled back and gave my orbs another squeeze, the gentle pain causing the tension to fall away just a bit. She repeated this several more times, each time bringing me closer and closer to the edge before forcing me back. My cock was twitching fiercely with the attention, my body quivering as it begged for release...
Treesinger let go of my balls and slipped me back out of her mouth, licking her lips and murring, "Mmm, I'd forgotten how good you taste." I whined pathetically as she gradually pulled away with a smirk, my cock left twitching in the cool air, my climax denied once again. The doe slowly stood up in front of me and said, "Now, wolfie, I think it's time I gave you the next part of your gift. But before I do, you've got to promise me something."
I was willing to promise almost anything at this point. "What's that?"
She gave me a wicked grin. "You must promise not to touch yourself until I'm done. I see those hands come up, I stop. Just like before."
I whimpered again, remembering how long she and Kim had tortured me like that in the dorm. But I was an obedient wolf, so I nodded. "All right, I promise." And I planted my hands firmly on the mattress, my stiff erection twitching again in anticipation.
Treesinger smiled with satisfaction, taking a few steps back. "Good. Now, let me entertain you." I sat there at the edge of the bed, transfixed, as she slid her hands up over her body, smoothing out the silk of her gown and accentuating the curves of her hips, then of her chest. She brought her fingers around the outside of her breasts and pushed them together, catching part of the negligee right between them. I could see her nipples more clearly poking against the silk, and my eyes were drawn to her prominent cleavage.
The sexy deer moaned softly as she let go of her breasts. She slowly shrugged off the detached sleeves, letting the fabric fall sensually from her back until she'd freed first one arm, then the other. She caught the garment and brought it up to cover her chest briefly, then pulled across her breasts and back over her shoulder once again, turning her motions into a silent dance. She kept this up for a long moment, then with a graceful swoop of her arm, she tossed the garment right at me, the silk fluttering over my chest and into my lap. I smiled and picked it up, giving it a sniff and taking in her delicious scent. She eyed me carefully, but as I set it down next to me, she seemed satisfied that I wasn't about to cheat and continued with her show.
She put one arm down and brought her other hand up to her shoulder, where she began to slide her strap outward, ever so slowly slipping it off her shoulder and down her arm. I knew where this was going, and my tail wagged with growing excitement against the mattress. She brought her delicate fingers back up to slip the other strap off in the same way, and the gown began to fall off of her body. She brought her paws up and cupped them over her breasts, stopping the fabric from exposing them completely, and she turned her back to me, peeking back over her shoulder with a sly grin. She swayed her hips a bit as she slowly lowered her hands, letting the garment slip down further. She had turned herself just enough to let me see only the edge of her breast as she gradually exposed it to the air, and my eyes were also drawn to the white fawn spots that adorned the small of her back. When her hands reached her hips, she began to pull up the lower portion of her gown, bunching it up around her waist to let me see more of her long, slim legs. Finally, she let go, causing the negligee to flutter to the floor and reveal one of my most favorite things: A pair of slim, shiny, silky black panties.
My tail was wagging uncontrollably as she turned back to me, finally revealing her beautiful body to my hungry eyes. I will always remember how she looked, the soft, smooth fur of her breasts practically shining in the light of the room, the bumps of her firm nipples hinting at her arousal. Her waist was slim and fit, and her hips had that indescribably perfect curve to them. And I couldn't help but stare just a little lower, her panties showing just enough detail to hint at the treasures hidden beneath. She grinned once again. "Like what you see?"
I nodded enthusiastically, and she stepped closer. "Good. Because I like what *I* see." She licked her lips as she knelt back down in front of me, eyeing my shaft hungrily. She wrapped her hands around me again, squeezing me tightly as she whispered. "Now, wolfie, show me what you've got in those big balls of yours." She started stroking my shaft with one hand, while continuing to squeeze my base with the other. "Make a mess of me like you did in Kim's room."
Once again, I felt my tension rising. Her expert fingers wrapped around me, pumping in earnest now - it was clear she had no intention of stopping this time. I panted as my muscles started to clench, the pre dribbling more copiously from my tip. She squeezed me harder just beneath my growing knot. "Do it, wolfie. Cum for me..."
It was all I could do to keep from howling as my body went rigid, holding on to the climax as long as I could. Then, when I could take no more, my hips bucked forward in the deer's hands, a powerful jet of hot, white cum shooting out against her cheek. She moaned out, "Yes! That's it! Cum for me!" and stroked me harder, my cock responding with more powerful spurts that gradually coated her muzzle and chin, some even landing in her hair. She murmured, "Oh wow, that's a lot of cum!" Then she pressed herself closer to me, surrounding my rod with her breasts and squeezing them around it. The feeling of her soft, warm fur surrounding me only increased my pleasure, my sensitive cock surging uncontrollably with spurt after spurt, painting her chest with my essence.
By the time my climax had finally subsided, her face and upper body were positively soaked. She just held me there for a moment, my cock twitching with every little movement. "Mmm, just look at the mess you've made of me, wolfie. Such a naughty thing to do..." She gradually stood up before me and brought her hands up to rub and caress her breasts, deliberately smearing the white goo all over them. She made a show of working the stuff into her fur and teasing her nipples to further hardness with it, then squishing her breasts together and raising them up to her equally messy muzzle. She licked her lips and added, "You make me feel so very dirty, and I love it!"
Treesinger's little show was really turning me on. Something about her words and the way she was spreading my cum all over herself suddenly triggered something very... feral inside me. Perhaps it was that strange aphrodisiac continuing to work its magic, but I was hard again in seconds, another rush of hormones surging through me. I knew that my climax had been just the tip of the iceberg - there were so many things I wanted to do with her, to her. I had much more to give.
I slowly stood up and approached her with a grin of my own. "So, if you're the gift that my wife gave me..."
The doe returned my gaze demurely, still playing with her messy breasts. "Mm-hmm?"
I reached out and took hold of her sides. "I think she said I was supposed to enjoy you... thoroughly." And before she could say anything more, I firmly whirled her around and pressed her back against the bed, causing her to fall backward onto it with a surprised "eep!". She pulled me down with her, and I growled playfully as I began to nuzzle and lick at her voluptuous breasts. I licked at her cum-soaked fur, tasting my own essence on her body and attacking her firm nipples with my tongue and teeth, lavishing them with attention and nipping ever so lightly.
She gasped and squirmed at the attention and tried to arch her hips against me. I sensed what she wanted to do, but after all she'd done to me, I decided it was time for a little payback. I punished her movement by raising myself just out of reach, lifting my muzzle from her chest with a grin. "Nah-ah-ah! It's my turn to tease YOU now!" She pouted cutely at me, and I went back to licking and nibbling at her breasts, my paws joining in to squeeze and rub at them. I delighted in keeping her pinned to the bed and keeping myself far enough away that she couldn't rub herself against me.
After a moment more of this, I began to slide my muzzle down through the warm, soft fur of her belly. I heard her moan as my nose reached her navel, lingering there for a moment while my hands stroked down her sides and settled at her hips. My fingers encountered the waistband of her silken panties, and I traced them around and back underneath her toward her tail. I caressed her thighs and felt the firm, healthy curve of her rump through the smooth fabric, tickling just a bit at the base of her tail and making her squirm under me. Finally, my muzzle left her belly and moved slowly downward, nuzzling at the top of her underwear. Another gratifying moan escaped her lips as she spread her legs wide apart, urging me onward.
I knelt down on my knees next to the bed, like she had just done for me, and just took a moment to relish the view Treesinger had given me. I was mere inches from the source of her heat, and I could see very clearly just how wet she had become - it was obvious that the tea was having a powerful effect on her as well. The glossy black fabric was thoroughly soaked and clung tightly to her, leaving very little to the imagination at this point. And the scent of her arousal was overpowering, intoxicating. I touched my nose to the very center of that wetness and inhaled deeply, and as I breathed in her intense pheromones, I became almost delirious with excitement. I could tell that she was in such a very deep heat, growing stronger by the minute - I was amazed she'd been able to hold out this long! But that feral aspect in me grew stronger as I took in more of her musk. I would enjoy being the one to satisfy that hunger.
The doe gave off a long, pleasured moan as I pressed my tongue right up against her panties. I tasted her arousal and felt nearly every detail of her nether lips through the silk. My tongue dragged against the garment as I licked slowly upward, feeling the bump of her clitoris and wiggling against it for a brief moment. She gasped and squirmed again, but I matched her movements, keeping myself in place as I drew further along. Now I was nuzzling at her comparatively dry mound as I made my way up to her waist... then, with a deep growl, I quickly but carefully hooked my canines under her waistband and tugged. She gave off another "eep!", but made no move to stop me, and so I closed my jaws on the silk and pulled, hooking my fingers into the hem at the back and tugging downward as well, playfully growling throughout. Treesinger obligingly lifted first her hips and then her legs, and within seconds, I had rendered the gorgeous deer completely naked.
She quickly scrambled up the rest of the way onto the bed, moving herself into the center of it and parting her legs for me again. Her fingers drifted down between them, spreading her full, pink, glistening folds for me, saying "Come and get me, sexy."
I certainly needed no more encouragement than that. I dramatically yanked off my shirt and tossed it across the room, then climbed up onto the bed after her. My cock stood out proudly, harder than ever, glistening from the nearly constant trickle of precum that I'd been only dimly aware of while I was teasing my playmate. I got up onto my knees and moved myself into position just in front of her, and I let her get a good look at my tapered shaft as it hovered several inches above her. She murred in anticipation, whispering simply, "I want you," spreading herself just a little more beneath me.
I grinned back down at her as I lowered myself into position, wrapping a paw around my shaft. I could hear her breath draw tight, then release in a long, desparate moan as I slowly, deliberately nestled my tip right between her folds. Just from that touch, I could feel her intense heat, those lips doing their best to wrap around my masculinity. I grinned down to her, holding myself there for a moment.
When I began to move again, her moans took on a tone of frustration as I began to slide my tip up and down her slit. "Ohh, you evil tease!" she groaned as she gyrated her hips. I guided my drooling tip upward until it touched right against her clit, eliciting a sharp hiss of pleasure before I teased back down along her folds. I repeated this motion several more times, each time making the lusty doe beneath me gasp and whimper.
Then I changed tactics. I began to stroke myself, my paw sliding up and down along my rigid shaft. As I did this, my knuckles pressed right up against her folds, becoming slick with her juices as they slid back and forth. She gave a ragged gasp and arched her hips up against my hand, and I was treated to the sight of those velvety lips almost suckling on my knuckles as I masturbated myself. I held my hand still and started rocking my hips to keep building up, while she pressed and rubbed her hot sex against my hand, using me for her pleasure. A moment later, I went back to sliding my tip along the length of her vulva, pressing myself in just a little more before pulling back again. I relished the frustrated groans she gave me in response.
I decided I'd had enough. With a grunt, I began to pump my shaft more vigorously now, and Treesinger's moans joined mine as she goaded me on. "Ohh, wolfie, you gonna cum for me again? Gonna make an even bigger mess of me?" I simply nodded as I gripped myself tighter, feeling my shaft swelling with my impending climax.
Finally, I groaned out loudly and squeezed hard, my muscles clenched, and my cock erupted with such force that the first shot of my semen traveled clear over my playmate's body and splattered against the headboard! I reaffirmed my grip and took better aim, pumping my shaft and sending more hot spurts onto Treesinger's belly and chest, leaving long streamers of cum glistening in her fur. She groaned in pleasure, still rubbing her pussy against my knuckles while her hands started to rub the stuff all over herself. She wiggled under me, gasping, "Ohhh, yesss, give it to me, wolfie!", and I could tell that she was getting close to her own climax as well. But I had one more trick up my sleeve.
I raised myself up on my knees and sat back just a bit, aiming my twitching shaft straight at her sex. Another powerful shot of cum splattered squarely against her folds, and she gave me another delighted groan. I continued to work myself off, thoroughly coating her vulva with my semen as she reached down to rub furiously at her lips, spreading my cum all over and even working some of it inside. She whimpered, visibly tensing under me, and I finally gave in fully to my lust.
I let go of my shaft and leaned over my playmate, putting my hands down on either side of her. I thrust my hips forward, and the tip of my throbbing shaft pressed right against her fingers, just missing its mark. I pulled back and thrust again, missing a second time, but then I felt her grab me and guide me home. When my tip encountered hot, wet flesh, I thrust myself in fully.
Treesinger squealed in ecstasy as I pushed myself up against her, sending my tapered cock as deep into her as I possibly could, only my fully-grown knot remaining outside. I was still twitching and pulsing, sending more hot jets of seed straight into her depths. She groaned and writhed beneath me, her messy hands holding onto my sides now as she hit her peak. The deer's vagina squeezed all around me, rippling fiercely, her heat almost burning against my shaft as she rode out her long-overdue climax, and the sensation in turn caused me to climax again, my cock spurting even harder within her.
It was several minutes before our climaxes finally subsided. We were both panting as we fell onto the bed, rolling onto our sides to recover. I felt my shaft slip out of her, still twitching and dribbling with the last remnants of my incredible orgasm, and I hugged her tight, not caring about the mess her fur was making against mine. We kissed each other passionately for a long moment, then just laid there for a while, enjoying a long, glorious afterglow. Our legs intertwined, and I could feel just how wet and very messy I'd made her. But for the moment, it seemed we were both satisfied.
Treesinger was the first to speak. "Mmm, that was amazing, wolfie. I can't tell you how much I missed that."
I smiled back to her and said, "And I missed you, Treesinger. I ... really didn't expect this. Thank you."
She kissed my cheek and replied, "You're welcome, sexy. Your wife really loves you, you know that?"
I nodded with a deep smile. "She does indeed, and I love her. I'm going to have to find some way to show her how much I appreciate this."
The doe murred and nodded. "As will I, wolfie."
We just laid there a while longer, listening to the sounds of our breathing, the rustle of the sheets, the occasional twitch as aftershocks of our pleasure flowed through us. But then, we apparently had the same thought, glancing at each other.
"Are you tired?" I asked.
"Not really. Are you?"
"Not in the slightest."
She propped herself up on her elbow, giving me another good view of her chest. "Well then, I don't know about you, but I could stand to cool off a bit. Want to check out the pool?"
I grinned back to her. "Exactly what I was thinking."
Half an hour later, we were on our way down to the hotel's outdoor pool. I'd figured I would probably be using the pool at some point on my trip, so I came prepared with a set of standard swim trunks, the kind that had their own netted underwear to keep me comfortable in the water. The pool turned out to be clear on the other end of the hotel, so we had to walk down a couple of hallways before we arrived. Since we took separate showers, I hadn't yet gotten to see what Treesinger was wearing, since she came out of the bathroom dressed in one of the hotel's luxurious robes. I swear, she could look amazing in just about anything.
It was about one in the morning now, but we arrived at the pool to find a couple of lynxes there. We waved politely to them, and they gave us a friendly greeting in German that Treesinger didn't bother translating. I set down our stack of towels on one of the pool chairs, and my companion undid her robe to let me see what she'd put on. It was a magenta one-piece bathing suit made out of a stretchy, shiny material. The suit showed off every one of her curves, hugging her chest tightly and accentuating her trim figure. She turned her back to me, keeping her eye on me while I admired the suit's low cut. I could see plenty of her beautiful back, and her tail poked cutely out of a specially-made hole, just above where the shiny fabric indented slightly at her rump.
Treesinger stepped up to the edge of the pool and dipped her toe in, then she dove straight in, the graceful arc of her body making only a small splash. She came back to the surface near the center of the pool and waved to me. "Come on in! The water's fine!"
Now, every time someone had said that to me at a pool when I was growing up, it meant the water was actually really cold. So I proceeded with caution, dipping my own toe in first. It didn't feel too cold, so I crouched and eased myself in gradually. The water felt good as I let go of the edge, letting myself fall in the rest of the way until I was standing on the bottom with my shoulders still exposed. I began to swim toward Treesinger, but she unexpectedly flipped around and started heading to the deep end. I set off in pursuit, then when I drew close, she launched off the wall and swam for the other end. She was good. No matter how fast I swam, she managed to get away from me each time.
I would have thought I'd be exhausted after such a long trip, and even more after what had gotten us so worked up. So I was surprised at just how much energy I had for this little game. She let me chase her around the pool for a little while, then she suddenly turned the tables on me. I splashed around a bit as I tried to change direction, but she caught up with me in no time and grabbed me around the waist. "Gotcha!" she said with an impish grin.
I chuckled and glanced over at the lynxes, who had been watching our antics from the shallow end. Then I looked back down to Treesinger, then suddenly pointed over her shoulder to one corner of the pool. "Look! An obvious diversion!" She turned her head to look where I'd pointed, apparently not realizing what I'd said, and with a heavy splash, I scrambled off in the opposite direction. I could just barely hear her cry out in frustration as our spectators laughed, then a set of familar hands grabbed my torso as the doe lithely appeared in front of me again.
We surfaced in the deepest part of the pool and tread water as she giggled. "Silly wolfie. I'm faster than you, and you know it." She then started doing a backstroke toward the shallow end, and I decided this would be a good time to take a break, paddling over to an underwater ledge near the exit ladder. I found that this ledge was just the right height to let me sit comfortably with my shoulders just out of the water, and I propped my arms up over the edge of the pool, stretching a bit as I watched Treesinger swim. She swam lazily back toward the center, surfaced briefly to look around, then paddled over to join me. "That looks comfy. Mind if I join you?" I scooted over a little, and she sat next to me on the ledge. There was just enough room for the two of us - it was cozy, but I didn't mind.
I noticed the lynxes had gotten out of the pool and toweled off, and now they were gathering their things and walking out the gate. As it clicked shut behind them, Treesinger leaned up and whispered into my ear, "Looks like we're alone now." She shifted a little closer, our hips touching in the water.
Having her sit next to me like this was starting to turn me on again. I put my arm around her, and she leaned up against me, pressing more of her body against mine. And I couldn't help but feel even more turned on now. I became aware of that now-familiar pressure growing in my shorts, and I realized that perhaps the tea's effects hadn't fully worn off yet. Treesinger nuzzled my chest, and something about the way she lingered there told me that she was feeling the same way. She whispered again, "It's just you and me, here in the pool, late at night..." I blushed self-consciously as I felt her hand slip into my lap, her fingers surreptitiously tracing over the growing tent in my trunks. "Nobody to see us..."
My erection twitched as her finger swirled around its tip, then she hummed softly as she slowly, carefully moved around to straddle my lap. I could feel her warmth once again, and I wrapped my arms around her to pull her closer to me. Before long, we were kissing again, her wet, perfect body pressing against mine. She shifted a little, pressing herself still closer, her heat radiating against my loins. My paws began to slide around to her front, wanting to feel the swell of her breasts through the smooth, slippery fabric of her bathing suit. She moaned approvingly and arched her back, then pulled away from the kiss and panted softly. "Mmm... I've always wanted to try this," she whispered, a devious grin spreading across her muzzle.
I felt her hand slip into my lap again, giving me another stroke through my shorts. Then she reached up to grab at my waistband, tugging it downward. I blushed a bit, but I didn't stop her, and soon she had worked my shorts just far enough down to expose my cock to the water. She fidgeted a little in my lap, then I gasped as hot, slick flesh began to wrap around my tip. She moaned softly, slowly lowering herself onto me and taking me within her. At first I was confused, but then I felt her fingers brush against the side of my shaft, and I realized she'd tugged her suit off to the side, taking advantage of the elastic material. Clever, I thought to myself.
She moaned again as she sank slowly down onto my shaft, taking me inch by inch into her heated depths. I moaned in return, then glanced around self-consciously as I remembered we were still outside. I hoped briefly that nobody else would decide to take a late-night swim, but my lust soon took over again as I began to hump my hips gently, pushing myself in just a little deeper. "Oh yeah, wolfie, just like that," she whispered as she began to grind herself against my lap. She gyrated her hips back and forth as her walls rippled around me and pulled me further inside. I felt a dribble of precum travel up through my shaft, emerging within her to mix with her juices, and the realization of that little detail sent a thrill right through me.
My hands went back to squeezing and caressing Treesinger's wonderful breasts through her swimsuit as she rocked back and forth on my cock. We kissed again, our muzzles locking together and our tongues wrestling with one another. Our passion grew, and I stopped caring now if anyone was watching - I felt my shaft beginning to tingle, and my knot began to swell and press against her folds. I shivered at the thought of tying with her right out in the open like this. It excited the naughty, feral beast in me, no doubt goaded on by the effects of that strange tea. And even though the rational part of my mind screamed not to do it, I started to give her little thrusts of my hips, daring her to take me deeper.
My heart jumped as the doe pushed her hips harder against mine, her nether lips wrapping around my knot just briefly before letting it slip back out. I could feel the excitement in her kiss - it was clear that she wanted it too. With a muffled moan, she pressed herself down more firmly, my growing flesh sinking back inside her and swelling quickly as my climax threatened. She hastily pulled back off of me, grunting with the effort as it popped back out of her, making me whine in protest. She hesitated for a moment. I could feel her heart pounding in her chest, matching my own fear and excitement.
Finally, she rose herself up just a little, then began pushing herself down against me, pressing my nearly fully grown knot against her slick entrance. She seemed determined to commit the act now, squeezing and quivering around me as her breaths became ragged. I began to feel her entrance spreading wide, her lips wrapping and stretching slowly around me as I sank in just a little deeper. My heart raced as the tingling became almost unbearable, my cock twitching hotly inside her, little squirts of cum already beginning to emerge from my tip. I could feel her hanging on, trying to stave off her climax as long as possible as she worked herself further down, straining to take me fully. Those slick, velvety folds were beginning to curl around the thickest part of it, my knot just seconds away from slipping inside. Just a little more...
My ears perked as I heard voices approaching. Another couple was walking toward the pool! Whether to come in or just go around, I didn't know, but I broke the kiss and sat still, trying to calm my body despite my impending orgasm. My shaft quivered inside my companion, my knot still half-buried inside her, so dangerously close... but she sensed my apprehension and stilled herself as well. She heard it too, and she suddenly blushed as she looked down between us. "I think we'd better get back to your room," she whispered raggedly, pulling off of me. My sensitive cock spasmed as her velvety lips let go of me, and I whined softly at the unceremonious denial of my climax. But she was right - we couldn't do this here. A quick fidget or two got her swimsuit back into place, and I pulled my shorts up and tried to arrange myself discreetly as we got out of the pool.
The voices were closer now, so we dried ourselves off as quickly as we could. I was still hard as a rock in my shorts, and no matter what I did, there was no way to hide it. This was one time where I envied women. We hastily gathered our things, Treesinger simply draping her robe over her arm while I held the pile of towels in front of my groin, hoping I wasn't being too obvious about what I was covering up. We nodded politely to the next couple, a bobcat and an ocelot, as they stepped through the gate, then we disappeared into the hotel.
We walked at a fast clip down the hallway, and I mentally cursed at the long walk we had ahead of us. My hotel room was all the way at the other end of the hotel, and I could feel the webbing inside my shorts tickling my erection with each step. It was stimulating me, and there was nothing I could do about it at the moment.
I glanced over at Treesinger and caught another glimpse of that one-piece bathing suit she was wearing. I could clearly see the bumps of her nipples through the stretchy fabric, and I couldn't help but look at how the swimsuit was clinging to her still-damp fur, showing off many more details than it would otherwise. I glanced down between her legs, ogling the slight cameltoe that had formed there. And it seemed she was having a similar problem with her swimsuit rubbing against her with each step.
She glanced back over to me and grinned - my awkward gait had apparently gotten her attention as she leaned up to whisper in my ear, "Getting excited there, wolfie?"
I blushed and whispered back, "Just a little. My shorts are driving me crazy!"
She licked my ear and pinched my rump playfully while we kept walking. I glared at her and said, "That's not helping!"
Treesinger grinned back. "I can't help it. You're turning me on like you wouldn't believe." There was a definite tension in her voice, and I sympathized. I still felt really close to the edge, and that infernal webbing was still torturing me more and more. I was beginning to fear I wouldn't make it, my muscles starting to clench as I my gait became even more awkward...
We rounded the corner to the lobby and made a beeline for the elevators. I bumped the call button with my elbow and breathed a sigh of relief as one of the doors dinged and opened right away. We staggered into the elevator, the doors silently closing behind us. But before I had a chance to select my floor, Treesinger suddenly tackled me against the wall, causing me to drop the towels as I felt her warm, firm breasts pressing against my chest. She said breathily, "I can't wait for the room, Mark. I need you inside me. Right. Now!" I tried to protest, but she leaned up to kiss me again before I had the chance.
And just as I had begun to think I could hold out until we were safe, she yanked my shorts down again, exposing my twitching shaft to the air. She tugged her swimsuit out of the way again and raised herself onto her tiptoes, guiding me right to her and sinking back down, taking me within her again. That tingling immediately returned, and she tilted her head back and gasped, pressing herself all the way down onto me firmly. "Ohh, no going back this time, wolfie," she whispered as she rippled around me tightly, holding herself firmly against me with my cock buried to the hilt in her quivering depths. My knot, which had disappeared on our way back from the pool, responded by growing quickly within her. I felt her entrance close tightly around it, drawing it deeper inside, forcing it to inflate to its full size.
I whimpered softly, "Ohh, Treesinger! I'm gonna cum!"
She whimpered back, her own climax looming. "Oh yes, wolfie! Give it to me! Give me everything you've got!"
She was right - there was no going back. Her muscles clamped down on me and squeezed hard, rippling fiercely around me, pulling me even just a little deeper still as my tip nestled right up against her natural dead end. I knew now that it was far too late to resist. I had to give in.
We kissed each other again as we reached our climaxes together, our muffled moans filling the elevator. The doe's walls felt like they were going to crush my cock as she squirmed against me, and in return, my shaft jumped within her, the first of my ejaculations shooting almost painfully straight up inside her! I groaned as my hips began to buck uncontrollably within her, my muscles clenching and delivering another powerful spurt of semen, followed by another, and another. I felt her tug at my knot, each little movement sending shocks of pleasure through my loins. The sensation was incredible.
Suddenly, the elevator jolted gently as it started moving, snapping us both unceremoniously back to reality. The button for the twelfth floor had lit up, and the control panel beeped as the elevator reached the second floor, then the third. Treesinger gasped as she realized what was going on, and I scrambled to reach the controls, pulling the hapless deer with me. We almost lost our balance, but I managed to press the button just in time. The elevator dinged obligingly, the panel reading "5", and the door slid open to the familiar hallway of my floor. We held the door open as we struggled to gather our things and cover ourselves as best we could, lest someone see us. Once out of the elevator, we hobbled awkwardly down the hall toward my room, still tied firmly together at the hip. It was incredibly difficult to focus on moving, let alone fumbling with my cardkey, while my shaft continued to twitch and spasm within my playmate's heated body.
Finally, the door gave off its musical chirp, and we tumbled into the room, falling onto the floor in a heap. She ended up on her back with me on top of her, and she grinned up at me, wiggling playfully under me. "Made it," she said breathily as she squeezed and rippled around my shaft with renewed vigor. I could swear I felt my sensitive shaft swell even more as another climax approached swiftly, and I pressed my hips against hers, feeling my heavy, swollen balls resting against her and aching to release their contents within her. As my peak drew ever closer, she whimpered, "Ohh, yes, wolfie! Cum inside me again! Fill me! I don't care what happens!"
Her words tipped me over the edge, and I all but howled as my hips bucked harshly into her. My muscles clenched harder than ever, sending another powerful spurt of cum straight into her depths! I could feel my balls clenching and pulsing with each spurt, my shaft vibrating as more and more of my cum shot up deep within her heated body. I could feel every spurt filling her more and more - I lost track of how many times my shaft twitched inside her, but my body refused to slow down for even a second.
I felt Treesinger clench around me again, another orgasm overtaking her. She cried out, "Oh god, Mark! More! Don't stop!" And as her muscles clamped down on my heavy knot, another climax ripped through me, combining with the first one as my body sought to give her every last drop of my seed. I grunted and nipped at her neck and shoulders as my hips bucked wildly against her. She squealed and clenched again, nearly crushing my cock with yet another climax, driving me to even greater pleasure. My vision began to blur, my mind no longer able to cope with the incredible, tea-induced pleasure wracking my loins. I could feel ever greater surges of cum blasting almost painfully through my cock as the doe's muscles squeezed me like a vise, milking me fiercely. Sparkles formed in my vision as I came and came, my loins burning and my swollen testicles aching with the exertion. I lost all track of time, knowing nothing but pure pleasure as I blacked out.
My slumber was fitful, my dreams filled with scattered visions of Kim and Treesinger having their way with me in all sorts of places. Kim's dorm room, the common area, our house, the hotel. In each place, I saw them strip for me, felt them press their bodies against me, experienced them using nearly every part of me for their pleasure. They were insatiable, taking me inside them in different positions until I came each time in a seemingly endless cycle. Even though I knew somehow that this was just one really big wet dream, it was intensely vivid, the girls' lust knowing no bounds, my body forced to meet their demands again and again...
When I finally woke up, it took me a moment to remember where I was, the images still fresh in my mind. The first rays of sunlight were just starting to stream through the window. I was lying on my side in the entryway of my hotel room, and my mind finally caught up with reality. In my arms was the sexy deer I had spent the night with. She was still dressed in that magenta swimsuit, her body pressed against mine, fast asleep. The memories of the previous night were hazy, but I slowly remembered the main reason she was here.
I tried to shift a bit, and that's when I realized I was still buried deep inside her, my swollen knot holding us firmly together. The motion alone was enough to make me twitch, a soft gasp escaping my lips as I was still so very sensitive from a night full of orgasms. I wondered just how many times I must have come inside her throughout the night, imagining briefly just how much of my seed she'd taken. But it seemed that the tea's effects had finally begun to wear off, and my mind was just clear enough to let me think.
But I didn't want to think right now. I realized that it could still be a while before my knot would soften enough to let me pull free, so I just let myself relax, enjoying the quiet, peaceful moment. I nuzzled the deer in my arms, seeing her smile softly as she nestled against my chest.
I laid my head back down on my arm and closed my eyes, thinking now of my lioness, halfway around the world. I whispered softly, "Thank you," as I drifted off toward a much more restful sleep.
--- Epilogue ---
That afternoon, once we'd finally gotten ourselves untangled and cleaned up, I took my laptop out of its case and powered it on. Treesinger was sitting in the chair next to me, dressed in her robe. I looked over to her while I waited for my computer to boot up and said, "So, any regrets?"
She looked back to me, a quizzical expression on her face. "None at all. Why do you ask?"
I blushed. "I just... well, I never expected any of this, and ... well, things kinda got a little out of hand last night, and..."
My friend just grinned and said, "Well, you did leave me pretty darned sore, wolfie." She chuckled softly and added, "But I had the time of my life, so... no regrets. Any for you?"
I smiled back. "Only one. I just wish Kim could've been here to join us."
"Oh man, she would have gotten off so hard! We should record it next time and send her a video." Treesinger winked at me.
I blinked, not quite expecting that. "Uh... next time?"
I saw that now-familiar mischief in her grin. "Of course! You're out here for ten days, right? And your wife said you were supposed to enjoy your gift thoroughly, right?" She reached over to stroke my arm, adding, "I certainly need to find a way to thank her, though. After all, this was a gift to me, too. And I still have lots more tea to use up." She winked again and licked her lips suggestively.
I gulped a bit, a thrill running up my spine. This girl truly was insatiable, wasn't she? I didn't know if I could keep up with her. But... I looked forward to trying. I returned her grin after a moment, saying nothing more as my computer announced it was ready.
After a moment getting on the hotel's wi-fi, I opened my email. Sure enough, among the usual spam and mailing-list updates was a short message from my wife:
"So, how did you like your present, my love?"
If that had been from anyone else, under any other circumstances, it would have been a completely innocuous question. Nobody would have thought twice about it. But a wicked grin formed on my muzzle as I typed out my response. A few seconds later, I turned the screen to Treesinger. We both had a good, hearty laugh before I clicked the Send button.
"You devious little bitch. ;)"