My Regular David
Dog's really love cats. Crave cats. Suck cats.
My Regular David
A Drunken wolf Production
I was addicted and I didn't know why. I really didn't care. I didn't think the add I placed would ever turn something up. I posted a simple add. Rottweiler seeking big cat for blow job is what I posted when I think back. The wait was the worst part of the whole thing. I set a towel and some hand sanitizer to the side and sat on the couch.
I had received a few messages when I checked the computer. Mostly old fat leopards and cheetahs and no lions. The pics weren't very flattering either. Mostly guts and unkept figures. I deserved better. I take care of my body so why shouldn't I have some one who's the same. I got exactly that after I got to the bottom of the list.
Handsome white tiger. Seven uncut. Masculine top. His photo was an all nude with him dripping in the shower. Positively stunning. Blue piercing eyes. Nice tight abs soaked in soap and water. The cherry on top was a nice long hard black member. I loved black on a white cat. There had to be a catch though. No one is that perfect I thought.
We started emailing each other feeling out each others preferences. I told him I was a rottie that liked to bottom. He was a thick top that loved to pound canines. The perfect match for me. I decided to host at my place since I had my own apartment and he wanted to be discreet. He emailed that he lived a few miles from my location and I was ecstatic. I sent him my address and hoped he wouldn't flake on me or not be what his picture described.
I hopped into the shower real quick. Did a fast touch up of my balls and under my tail. If he wanted to bend me over I wouldn't refuse. Who could with such a gorgeous body. I turned the water off and grabbed my towel. Speed stick under my arms and a gurgle of scope had me prepared. I heard a knock on my door and and looked out the peep hole. So far everything he described was standing there outside my door. He was dressed in a suit and tie. He must of either been on his way to work or getting off.
I opened the door and allowed him to come in. He shook my paw and said, "David". I said,"James" nervously breaking the grip and pointing to my couch. He nodded and stripped off his tie and suit jacket. He placed them over my coffee table. He unbuttoned his shirt as I watched trying to peek through the gaps before he pulled it all the way off. He was exactly like his picture. His body was lean and tight. His butt was nice and firm. His biceps were even the way I liked them with the extra bulge. So far he was the most amazing thing I had seen so far.
He unbuckled his belt and sat on the couch. It was my turn to do the rest of the work. I happily obliged. I unfastened the button and pulled his zipper down. He had on a pair of black silk boxers. I tugged his pants down along with his boxers. I wanted the cat naked. His hard chiseled abs under his fur felt good to my touch as I petted him. He didn't seem to mind me fawning over his body. He started to purr as I gripped his hardening cock.
I wasted no time putting the throbbing member in my mouth and sliding it to the back of my throat. He groaned,"Damn pup, work it" in my ear. I greedily slurped around his base and gently sucked back up to his tip. I got a good deep rumble from his chest as he vibrated around my mouth. His scent was amazing. His long stripped tail even wrapped around my wrist as he moaned out.
I continued gently sucking on his tip as he squirmed above me. His paw moving to the back of my neck forcing me back down further. I was glad I had previous practice for the whopper I had in front of me now. It wasn't that he was long but thick. He was gentle in his thrusts as he pressed into my warm mouth. I knew he wanted to enjoy the feeling and make it last as long as it could. I didn't mind as my tongue wrapped around him. He acted like he hadn't gotten to many good blow jobs before. I was too lost in his scent and taste to be worried about if he had a bad girlfriend that couldn't suck dick.
I massaged his furry pouch with a free paw as I sucked. He really enjoyed that and showed me by rubbing the back of my head. I looked up and saw his eyes closed in deep concentration as if trying to find a word to describe the way I was encasing his shaft. I worked him loving his salty pre and warmth. His member pulsed gently every few seconds as his heart beat. I was thoroughly enjoying the moment as he petted my ears softly tweaking the tips. I made sure my short whiskers touched his crotch fur as I downed him to his base.
His breathing was growing more rapid now as I continued. I looked up again and his mouth was hanging open in ecstasy. His purring was heavier as he slowly helped work my muzzle with timed grinding. I felt him tense up and grunt firing down my throat with out a word. I swallowed him thirstily as he blasted gush after gush into my mouth. He trembled around me holding my head for support. My face was deep in his crotch as his muscles relaxed and tensed. He jerked a few times spurting a few last rounds. I felt him go limp as he finished his climax.
I slowly nursed his tip for any left over drops and grabbed the towel I had to the side. I patted him dry as he stood up. He pulled his pants and boxers up then buckled his belt. He fastened his button up shirt and wrapped himself in his suit jacket before fixing his tie. He really was a pure stud. I was glad he let me take his load and relieve his stress. He thanked me for my services and patted me on the head. "Maybe next time I can have some of that butt. You have my email," he purred deeply as I pulled the door open. "I'll send you a message for next time," I said licking my lips free of the drool. That was the first of many times I've had with my regular David.
A short story under the supervision of Jack Daniels no.7. Feel free to comment. Drunk wolf out.