Those Banana Days -(Chapter 6)-
#6 of Those Banana Days
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Those Banana Days
CHAPTER six
I found highschool to be a great fun time of my life back then, and of course, I still go back to thinking about the numerous moments that I did have back then. You can never really forget the drama that we thought was such a big deal back then, I mean, oh mah gosh, I saw fucking little cat fights in the cafeteria because guys comments on other girls profiles on Facebook!?
Yes! Looking back now, all of that was serious back then and something to gigglefit over here in the future now! That cat fight was hilarious too, my friend was cross-fire for the food fight that actually started, girls calling other girls bitches was the number one thing to do to their face and behind their backs, besides getting high and yapping to all their girlfriends about how they made out with some dude they went on a date with.
I get it ladies; you have no sense of the phrase, keeping it to yourself. Seriously, if any of you actually go out to someplace near a high school, and just listen, you will find out the worlds drama in two minutes of a teenage girl and how she was late to class because she couldn't find the perfect clothing to match their fur that day! Good Lord, female talk is like the more educated to the ear idiot speak so many guys do in the locker room, yes I've been in the locker room with my feelings towards guys, and yes, I've had my fair share of having more than one football player's ejaculate being washed down my thighs into the shower drains at college, the ones in high school, those ended up in my tummy. I for some reason find cum to be like a hobby for me, I tend to actually over think the taste of a male's essence as it swirls around in my mouth. Then again, I just like the thought of blowing a dude for money and getting a paid meal in the process! I was a little twink in high school if I wanted to be too, heck; some people I had fun with didn't recognize me in normal clothes after they tore off my more boytoy like outfits I had before.
That was back then though, now, I'm a college going student, making the good grades when I can, making some great money on the side by being like myself so long ago and keeping up a nice little part time job as a bartender for a local pub, fun times.
I guess you could say, a big ol' thanks to the job I had for finding me this all too attractive bunny, straight white fur, pink nose, adorable whiskers, and a kink/fetish list that goes over the bar and out the door to be down the street!
I mean come on! I sure as hell have my own list, but the thoughts this guy comes up with, are just making my list longer in the process. Good thing I already finished my school work for the day today, this Friday was a pretty darn busy one, had two tests in my Government class and one in my sociology class, the teachers are great, if they can make you laugh, you know you have a good teacher.
Not every time that a teacher comes in, and drops every cuss word in the time of one lecture than you hear your parents say over a month. I mean, geez, when a Lion speaks like that, you pay attention. He sure as hell knows his stuff, and his first day statement of half the class going to be the ones to fail the course is coming true. Every day it seems like the larger group of furs that had started the class have unfortunately made his statistic. Sociology on the other hand, a female Ram teaches that one and she is an interesting one if anything, she does call herself a sociologist, so you could guess she knows about people pretty good.
I'm pretty sure she could recognize the facial markings I make when I steal a text in class that has some guy's dick staring back at me on the screen, she says I make a funny face and didn't go into much detail about it as me sharing the contents of my phone would result in the demise of my future no doubt! But! She does have a good sense of humor and tries to make us laugh when she can, and she knows her stuff alright, woooooo, sociology, yeah, I'll be able to read you like a book some day!
I'm at the place of business I was requested to attend to this fine evening, I swear I nearly had a heart attack when I realized the person who was snuggling me up behind had more money than he does have strands of fur on his body, I mean DAMN! Those fiiive, count them, fiiiiive super cars along the tiled road of this, nearly the size of a mansion, home didn't catch my attention at first until he told me he was a multi-million dollar CEO of some construction company that builds homes for the wealthy.
I came right then and there that first time he told me that, yeah, a man with some real power is taking my sweet little ass, I actually thought that night that I should try saving his sperm to like, sell it or something and maybe make some dough out of it, you never know?! Something with authority you could say is a nice little turn on for me, and boy does he have it and he knows it too, but tonight is just like any other night. I'm doing my thing, he's going to be doing his, I get paid and he gets off, then I'm on my way.
"The master is expecting you." The feathered Eagle said as he opened the door for me. Yup, "master", this guy must pay his staff well if he can get them to talk like that now-a-days. I don't complain, if I recall correctly, I think it was the night that I had a midterm in one of my classes... uuuuh, Biology, yeah, that was it, fun class really, you get to learn all kinds of things about life that your high school teachers were apparently wrong. That's literally the first thing most professors tell you, "What you were taught before was wroooooooong!" is a line I've heard many times before.
Biology is a fun class indeed, we even got to grow our own dangerous little organisms on some Agar plates, pretty gross to know that the areas I swabbed for that starter came from places in the school! I don't want to know I could get a staph infection from such a simple area, but still a great class and now I just realized I'm getting sidetracked again!
Damn you active brain and your ability to take my mind off of the matter at haaaand!
"Ahhh, David, nice to see you again, my boy!" Were his words to me as I entered the kitchen, trying to remember what I thinking about as I started thinking about a class instead.... Hmmm, maybe it'll come to me I think, usually does whenever I'm braindead after jacking off to some bitch in a porno.
I reply to him, his whiskers twitch like they do, I wonder why they do that, must be some kind of muscle perhaps, bunnies, always an interesting type of individual I should say!
I sway my tail around, the cargo pants I had on being hung a little low how I like it, so me tail didn't really fit through the place it was supposed to be, top of my boxers showing and a black T-shirt, I had made from a website, that read in blood dripping letters "I love Cog!" Yeah, damn right I love Cog, Gears of War, baby! I find it to be a funny shirt indeed, for a guy who raises his tail, and Cog being close enough to a word I'm sure is so well known, it fits perfectly I should say as a nice joke shirt I wear for the hell of it.
His soft, snow white paw comes to rest in my own dark furred and tanned skin palm in a nice greeting of two individuals that surely wouldn't have anything dirty in mind no doubt! Ha! Wrong!
The bunny millionaire offers me a nice cocktail glass with a creamy liquid swirling around in it with the slightest hint of musk mixed with some alcohol I couldn't really get down.
We clink glasses for a toast of no words, only a wad of large bills purposely stuffed into one of my back pockets, hope he likes my ass, I have been working out and so maybe he'll notice the physique or something!
I down the mixture in one quick head shot back like it was a tequila shot, swirling it around in my maw before gulping it down with a licking of my lips. That cocky millionaire grin on his face makes me want to punch him so bad, I swear!
"How do I taste?" Mr. Shyke asked. His last name only given to me for the business purposes, his first name I found out after an internet search. A mister Loufe E. Shyke, CEO of the company Skyke Construction. A company that wouldn't even listen to you if you didn't show up in a car that cost more than most homes, yeah, he's cut throat alright, kinky as hell and sadly, a horribly depressed kinda guy! Literally every single person he's been with has tried getting married for the money. Hell, even some of the bitches tried getting married while they were fucking their own husbands, man money does make people do crazy things, that's a fact!
A fact I share too no doubt, though I don't try to steal his money, I'm fair with the prices, he always over pays and I think he misses me when I leave, sometimes I don't take any money after he's had a bad break up, happens all too often and he's usually too drunk to even know he's not fucking the one who just ripped his heart out. I've been called more girl names by him without him knowing drunkenly than I have with someone who loves me in some crotchless panties!
I tell him he tastes great, that drink of his was a nice mixture of his sperm and some rather spicy alcohol, burned a little, but hey, tasted amazing!
I enjoy a nice meal seated by him on a table too large for even royalty to sit at no doubt, we chat, he gives me business advice in my line of work, I throw back my own lingo I made over the years, he flops his ears around and grins. The soup tastes great, he made it himself, cum free, I assure you, however, that footpaw between my legs kneading into my crotch makes eating more pleasurable, I can't help but shiver, knowing this man has all the means to make me go to jail for life or probably disappear, just gets me going.
His eyes looking into my own as I smile and open my legs some as I guess he wanted, a paw resting under his chin as if he's studying the effects of a faggot getting treated right. I said he likes incredibly rough talk right? Yeah, I'm sure I did, couldn't forget that seeing as that's another factor that makes a mess of Simian seed on the floor that much bigger.
He's an interesting one, makes me furious when he picked up that phone and started talking while I'm sucking him off under the table now. Are you fucking kidding me?! You're taking a damn business call right now?! The paw on the back of my head shoving me down to deepthroat him and gag like mad in the process lets me know however he likes it this way. He rattles off some figures for someone moving into the neighborhood, few million there, few here, a deal is made over the phone and he apologizes for not being able to come in and finalize. He has very important company over right now that "takes precedence".
I swear... my cheeks are so red right now, shit I can hate your guts and then you turn me i-...
"Now now David... I apologize for that, but seeing your face makes me think you aren't hurt, now are you?" He asks again while I'm looking up with watery eyes after gagging so much, several strings of his rather unique tasting pre hang from my lips as he lets me slip off that slobber coated cock.
I tell him it's alright, business over pleasure, but pleasure wins in the end.
He smiles again and simply strokes himself off in front of me, taking down his warm bowl of soup to finish himself in. That soup ends up in my stomach a few moments later while he doesn't even go flaccid after such a huge load. Huh, the soup tastes better now.
I know for a fact I said he was kinky, likes feeding me his stuff in food and everything. Really the first time for me to see anyone who actually does that, but wouldn't you know? I like it, hell, the painfully straining tent in my pants right now should be a good indicator of such a statement's truth!
His rather nice dress pants are back on, that bulge still evident that he's turned on. A nice pair of pants, nice button down white shirt that blends in with his fur and some really nice Italian, specially made bunny shoes that fit him perfectly. His attire cost nearly 5 grand while mine hardly went over 40 dollars. Makes more sense when you think about it, seeing as he told me to not let any spooge get on his clothes.
Sperm, cock, not dick, that's a childish word he says, so no dick talk, oh and slut, he does love calling me his little Monkey slut. Just a few words I learned that he likes over the few times we've been together.
The dining room we're in is really quite stunning, sorry, must have missed it before I was eating and drinking cum and blowing on a cock that is probably worth more than my life. Three lovely chandeliers, a nice stone fireplace with rocks from all over the world that also cost more than me no doubt! The fire he has going is nice though, gives this huge room some mood lighting and warmth, kinda chilly in here, and I haven't even taken off my clothes yet! Apparently this table we're eating on is made from some extinct tree and yes, it cost more than my life. Hahah, hope I don't spill any of this dessert he had his servants bring out.
Some cake from France that cost more than the amount I could spend on food for like... the next 3 weeks. Geez, this guy is something else, I have a feeling he'll not be one to find that perfect person who doesn't just want his money any time soon! The classical music I finally noticed playing is a rather nice addition now that I hear it, some song by some German composer I'm told, must be for a powerful scene or something, sounds epic.Though, what wouldn't when you have a male humping up against you while eating cake off ones chest.
I'm on my back and my clothes have been demanded off now, grinding along that oh so rare table top that's longer than my apartment I think. Mr. Shyke here is happily stuffing his face from the chocolate cake he smeared over my body while humping up into me like a giddy boy getting his first feel of female vag.
He doesn't even care I'm sweating up a storm now seeing as that cake wasn't all that cold, the copious amounts of pre he's lubricating me with and spilling onto his precious table tell me he's not really in the mood to care. I've not seen any girls around here today, so many he got dumped again and is all low about it.
He's got no children and a rather depressing life indeed, ah well; at least I'm getting paid nicely today. Kind of tickles with those whiskers as his face gets utterly dirty in a dark brown mess of chocolate cake that's seeping into my fur and the melted syrup already covers my entire chest and some lower stomach parts. He suckles on my nipple and starts nipping at it, I blush and whimper with another shiver at knowing I couldn't stop him if I wanted...
His body is well endowed with a toned, muscular stature, abs and everything and a bunny cock that never stops spewing sperm. Damn, it is true; I learned that they are always in the mating mood! Though, it isn't the whole muscled thing that brings is authority into it, it's his power... ugh.. Yeah... hold your power over me... I'm helpless for you and you know it!
That marvelous piece of meat finally gets buried inside of me with a lovely sensation of being filled, he always closes his eyes when he climaxes and it is just so damn cute! (Fuck a bunny guys, see if he does it too!) He's tall too... over 6 feet, which is rare for his species I'm told, but it sure as fuck helps with the whole, holding power over me... literally, HAH!
I giggle at that thought and he starts pumping inside of me again, ready for round three of another load that I so now want to be filled with. His thrusts harder than before and my moans louder too, shit, I love it when you lean over me big guy...
"Who said you could laugh you little bitch..? You laugh when I tell you to!" Were the words that made me moan and whimper at the same time, I hastily shut my trap and just took it like a champ. I didn't even realize he had lit a cigar seeing as my eyes were closed as the humping went on, his stout maw pressed to mine in a more so intimate kiss that forced some, pricy no doubt, cigar smoke out through my nose and into my lungs. I told him I wasn't much of a smoker and he changed that real fast... forcing me to take the smoke...
His head leaned back and he took another long drag of that sweet smelling cigar that I even saw his chest expand with a large breath.
I felt that thick veiny organ being pulled out.
He buried his face between my legs and exhaled pure Cuban smoke inside of me while slurping along in the most lewd of rimming noises I've yet to hear again. His tongue reached around inside of me and he happily devoured his own seed while eating me out, my puckered ass of an entrance letting out a soft bellowing of smoke while I myself exhaled the remainder he so kindly forced into my lungs.
I blew my load when that tongue nudged further inside, adding a nice, too many to count on one paw, streaking of white that clashed with my now chocolaty body, my tail end clenching around his tongue as he kept me squirming as if I'm a girl having her pussy eaten out. I cannot tell if there is pain or pleasure from having cigar smoke up ones ass... too conflicted right now, makes me feel warm inside I think...
"That's my good little bitch slut.... Taking your buyer's requests in stride." Shyke stated so kindly after he blew a sperm tinted ring of smoke at my face while we moved from the table to him being seated in front of the fireplace in a chair made out of God knows what, I myself being seated upon him, giving his sensitive ears each a firm grip while I ride him. He tells me he likes his era being used, brings him pleasurable pain... fucking masochist.
Doesn't even put his hands on me, he just lets me do all the work, nice bottle of alcohol in one paw and a cigar in the other. Man, I cannot help but get myself into these cliché scenes... I swear!
Shyke so kindly eats what he can off my chest though, leaving me dirty as fuck in the end, but not like before. After three more, strong, smoke filled kisses later, a praising of me for being such a good little faggot, and me posing with my legs spread to be a dark silhouetted form that had a huge string of sperm leaking out of my body for his amusement with the fire behind me, I was in his master bedroom.
The bunny apologized for all the acts he had done, to which I told him it was all goooood, you paid for me, so you gets to do whatever. He's not really this dirty minded in reality, just behind his guarded doors does he remove that rich guy clothing and turn into the feral animal he really is. He does apologized for the cussing often though, I find that cute.
Huh, that pink flesh he loves to call a cock goes nicely with him, matches that pink nose, makes him even more adorable. Shyke doesn't even care his sheets are dirtied two seconds after pushing me onto them, sperm, cake, spit used as lube, syrup, and a dirty Monkey makes a mess of it fast. I flick my tail around and use it to rub under his chin like I'm coaxing him in, grinning on the inside at how good I've gotten with using my tail more like an worthwhile appendage than a means for climbing balance!
I don't even have time to call out his name before his heavy form is pasted against me, feral sounding grunts reaching my ear and that familiar bunny meat being humping into my already loosened and newly introduced to smoking, asshole. I wrap my arms around him and groan out in pure pleasure, my mind has been too busy this night, I need to relax more, so what my heart hasn't stopped racing like it does with this "buyer" as he liked to be called.
I let go and dig my nails into his back and whimper his name into those long floppy ears that are swinging around with each firm rutting attempt the bunny guy gives me. I bite one of them hard and give it a good yank to help him get just that much more pleasure out of it before I wrap my legs around his waist which raises my ass for better poundings, to which he kindly thanked me for by the means of him drooling down my chest as he leaned up to really fuck me.
"That's my slut, be a good faggot and beg me for it!" The dominant bunny demanded, I hastily replied which stroking my own Simian cock to a quickly approaching orgasm.
"Yeah... beg me for it bitch... Beg your master for it..."
Those balls press against my raised ass right along the base of my tail and his pubic fur tickles my own sack with how much he buried inside of me, that sweet spot of my prostate I've yet to master how to manipulate pressed firmly against by his tip that donates a firm jet against it after I begged my master to breed his bitch that forces me to empty myself across my own face and chest with how powerful my own was. The bunny licks me clean as he slumps against me with a content sigh. Almost like he's happy or something.
Shyke spoons me from behind after the act, not pulling himself out and subtly humping into me every now and again as he starts sniffling. Geez man, I'm the one who's supposed to feel regret. I didn't even get to clean my face or take a shower!
Guess I was right in thinking he recently dumped the latest bitch.
I pull the covers over us and snuggle back against him, good thing it's Friday, no need to leave him.
"Free of charge tonight, Loufe, consider this a fun little date."
I hear him chuckle and snake his arms around me to hold my sweet chest.
His sadness stops for the night and I soon join him in a content sleep, though, not before making a date for tomorrow.
...
I've always wanted to try a CEO's desk.
Eeeeeep! There you go guys! Hope you enjoyed the next story and everything, as it was fun just throwing in little random kinks to see how well they fit, to which I think they did nicely! Huzzah for trying to be creative, I can feel the juices running for my other story already!