The Pegging Order
Denny is a mild-mannered fox, Tess is his wife, their sex life is good, and normal, he thinks...so what happens when she thinks it's time spice things up?
The Pegging Order
*
This is a story sponsored by :iconaacid: on my "Would you like to see...?" commission ideas, and the first to be realized! I have several ones underway still, so check them out! And do tell me how you liked my first foray into something really kinky!
*
"Uh...Tess?!"
Denny wasn't sure just how long he'd laid down on his back on the bed. Leather cuffs were attached to his wrists and his ankles, with sturdy straps going underneath the bed so that once they had been snapped into the place, the fox was effective spread-eagled onto the sheets on their martial bed.
"Tess?"
Denny had submitted quite playfully, growing instantly hard when his wife had grabbed him and told him that it was time to put some of the new "Fifty Shades of Fur" gear into play. The fox had been remarkably surprised when the wolfess had started raving on about those books that were apparently making the rounds with "everyone in the neighborhood and at work", but he had only chuckled at the idea of all the ladies reading the same trashy novels.
When the wolfess had appeared at home with a shopping bag full of sex toys and bondage gear from a sex shop in town he'd never even think of entering without a furious blush covering all of his reddish-pelted face, Denny's cock had made a new soft-to-hard record, or so he had felt, when the wolfess had put a paddle on his paw and told him that she'd been a reeeeeally naughty girl.
That'd been a few weeks ago, and they had played a few times.
Today, Tess had told him that now it was his turn.
They'd made out, undressed until he was only wearing his boxers, throbbing hard in them, tenting up the fabric while he fondled her breasts and felt her tongue stroking against his own, their kiss firm and slippery.
He hadn't had it in him to resist when he was pushed onto the bed, and she'd started taking out the cuffs.
"Let's play," she'd told him, a tantalizing sight straddled on him, only wearing some black panties since he had deftly snapped away his bra and tasted her nipples while her paws made fun with the base of his bushy tail.
"Oh...yes?" he'd glanced at what was going on when the cuffs were snapped onto each of his wrists and secured, the ropes going under the bed.
She winked and turned around while still straddled on top of him, her tail swishing and raised so that he could stare at her rump and smell the fragrant aroma of her arousal, even from about a foot between his nosepad and her pussy. She was shaking her ass a bit while she did the rest of the job, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants off before cuffs appeared around his ankles, too.
"Nice and secure now," she told him while tugging on the ropes, grinning lustfully to her husband now tied onto the bed.
"What do you have in mind?" Denny asked, aroused more than he thought he should be, as he tested the bounds on him, which he found to be rather secure. He could more a little ,but there was no way he would be able to escape on his own from the predicament she had set up for him at the moment.
"Ohhh...you'll see...or...at least...maybe..." she replied, taking something out of the nightstand, which he soon recognized as a silk blindfold.
"Ohhhh..." he gasped in reply, smirking a bit goofily when the smooth cloth covered his eyes and was tied into a knot beneath his head.
"Now you be a good patient boy and wait a bit," she told him after a pecked kiss onto her husband's muzzle.
"Wait for what?" he asked, his cock jerking hopefully in his plaid blue boxers while he listened to the wolfess moving around the room...only for the sound to fade away, and he was lying there in silence, his own heartbeat and his breathing the only real noises he could pick up.
The fox was still smiling while he shuffled a little on the bed, trying to assume as comfortable a position as possible, his tail wagging mildly while he imagined what she might have in mind. Their recent bondage games had not been particularly kinky, mostly consisting of a cuff or two and a little bit of spanking or tickling...somehow he imagined that she was going to do something new now, perhaps a thing he wouldn't even think about. Denny had thought about reading those damn books for inspiration, maybe surprise her with something he'd pick from the pages, but he hadn't had the time...and being caught reading it by her might be embarrassing, not to mention giving away the secret. The idea of his wife reading a dirty novel, likely with one paw fiddling with her swollen clit and the juicy lips of her pussy was an erotic one and made his knot pulse hard, untouched as it was. At least she wasn't supposed to be a sexually pent up housewife, like the main audience of such books was, he thought...he always made sure to satisfy her needs, and the wolfess had certainly not complained about her foxy husband's activities.
Moments passed, and slowly he lost the track of time. It was impossible to really tell, either, with no real cues. It could've been only a few minutes, or fifteen minutes, even, the fox couldn't tell. Denny's ear strained while he listened to any noises coming from the house, but he couldn't really hear anything. Not even steps...or movement...
He let out a huff. He was getting pent up, his cock hard, swollen with the blood that naturally gathered there and kept him hard for a long time if there was a lack of stimulation. He might soon be heading for the fabled state of blue balls if that would be going on for much longer.
At least Tess was doing a good job at making him want it more...wasn't that the purpose of bondage anyway, having yourself subjected to feelings and sensations you didn't usually get to experience, either for not being bold enough, or simply for the lack of an opportunity. With leather snapped on his limbs, he wasn't really in the position to choose for himself. Maybe she'd come in soon...climb over him and ride his dick hard while he remained blindfolded, simply left to buck into her warm heat, the only thing he could do while she'd ride her pleasure over and over and them slam down on him to tie them together for a proper breeding...
But she didn't come, and he was starting to wonder if this was another kind of a game...to see just how long he could stay there waiting.
"Tess?" he called out again, a bit louder.
Still no answer. Denny slumped onto the bedsheets and waited.
He waited.
"Tess?"
It took what must've been several minutes before he heard the distinct noise of the front door opening, something he could tell easy enough, followed by the resonant bang of the very same door closing. That puzzled him. Why would've she been out? Why on Earth would she need to go out while they were about to have sex? Had she gone to the garage through the outside door instead of through the utility room? Such domestic thoughts filled Denny's mind while he listened carefully, expecting for some further evidence of his wife's activities while his cock was again growing in hardness, preparing for whatever was going to happen next.
He almost jumped when the bedroom door suddenly slammed open, so loud that his ears flattened and his body struggled against the cuffs before he landed onto the bed again.
"T-tess?"
"MISTRESS FOR YOU NOW, TOY!"
"T-tess?" the fox mumbled.
He heard strange creaking noises, and a whiff of some scent...leather...mixed with female arousal and sweat, and movement, and then the blindfold was yanked away from his eyes and a scowling face was pushed right in front of his.
Denny couldn't believe his eyes. It was Tess alright, but her face was covered in sweat, and she was wearing what looked like a leather corset that bound her breast tight and firm, highlighting them while numerous straps went down her sides and onto her narrow hips, where leather straps attached into metal rings on the bottom of the corset attached to similar loops on what looked like a leather belt on her waist. He tilted his head, seeing her in such a strange outfit for the very first time, and her face...the expression was simply wild.
"Tess?"
"Mistress!" she snapped, and suddenly a lash of pain went through his thigh.
"OW!"
A paw was raised, clad in shiny leather, and upon it she held a riding crop, and Denny could tell where it had just been.
"T-"
SNAP!
"YIP!"
"DON'T CALL ME THAT OR YOU'LL GET THE CROP AGAIN!"
"T- "
The crop landed against his muzzle, not really hard enough to cause pain, but the feel and stench of leather made him gasp with surprise.
"YOU HEAR ME?"
"M-mistress..." Denny mumbled quickly.
She jumped on him, the bed quivering, the knee-length leather boots of her hugging his thighs while she sat over his belly and leaned over her, glaring down with her wild face and bared teeth at the bound fox wildly eyeing his wife with surprise.
"Toy's been naughty and needs to be punished..." she slurred, one gloved paw grabbing his muzzle and shaking his head around like that of a rag doll, causing poor Denny to rumble in surprise. "Toy's been impatient..."
"HMpphph!" Denny mumbled, leather-clad fingers invading his muzzle and slipping against his tongue while she tilted his head and began to lick on his neck, rubbing her sweaty skin over there before licking, wet and slow, marking him thoroughly. She kept panting all over his face, making Denny feel hotter and hotter while nervous arousal filled his entire body. This was simply so new...and strange...and sexy...he couldn't help it, this bizarre behavior from her was really doing things for him...
"Will the toy please his mistress?" she growled right on front of him, so close that her lips almost touched his while she scowled, her trapped toy pinned underneath her and secured onto the bed.
"Hmmm..." he mumbled, lips working against the fingers still poking into his muzzle.
"Let's see if there's anything he can do..."
She let go of his muzzle and moved forward, knees punching his chest while she assumed a position hovering over him now , smirking rudely while a gloved paw rubbed down along her belly, a little bit of bare fur there before she dipped her fingers over the studded leather belt and towards the red, musky opening visible in the open front of the leather contraption covering her lowermost pelvic area. Denny's bewildered eyes opened her pussy, framed with the same shiny, heavy leather that covered much of her toned body and created a strange fetish creature out of the brown-furred wolfess.
"Service me, toy!"
He wasn't going to do the decision to start, she did it for him, one gloved paw grasping onto his bouffant head furs to push the docile fox's muzzle right up into her leather-wrapped honey pot.
"Oh yes, feed on your mistress now, toy..." the wolfess' charged moanings filled Denny's ears while the only thing he could really register was the scent and the heat of his wife's juicy folds being pushed right onto his muzzle. He smelled the deep scent, and felt the ticklish fur as well as the surprisingly firm edges of the leather harness, rubbing against his lips while he tasted her, tentatively, with his tongue.
"HMmmmyes, toy likes the smell of his mistress..." the wolfess slurred, keeping a firm paw onto his head while directing his muzzle into her moist folds.
Denny tasted the familiar concoction of his wife's intimate fluids, slippery on his tongue as he probed into her fleshy, warm depths. The act was one he'd performed countless times, even if the circumstances, with her firm, insistent paw and the stink of leather and sweat were a new fragrant addition into the bouquet of pussy-eating. Being unable to do anything else, such as run his paws over her rump or her thighs while he was doing it felt odd, since he loved feeling up her body while he was going down on her, or when they were having sex in general, in whatever position, but he knew there was no choice now. It was again found to be remarkably erotic, the relative helplessness underneath her, a state Denny was not really familiar with. He was used to being the man of the house, even though he'd never believed in a particular boorish kind of masculinity...being of too refined character, he reminded himself, to make himself feel better about his relative meekness...
There was nothing meek about the way how he ate muff, though, licking around her soft folds, agitating the leather-clad wolfess' pleasure centres with his slippery tongue and the motions of his lips. His nosepad was pressed against the bump that was her clitoris, a spot of pleasure that for now was only treated with his occasional breaths brushing onto the supersensitive bare skin. Her moans and grunts sounded almost feral, her hips grinding onto his muzzle while Denny did his best at keeping up with her. His own arousal was growing exponentially, it felt to him, being so hard and leaking, and unable to touch himself...or even hump against something, like a good canine would try if there was nothing else he could do to give himself some pleasure...and he couldn't even ask her to touch him...or untie him, so that he could make love to her...
"Dirty toy enjoys his mistress's pussy..." the wolfess slurred while rocking her hips onto him, forcing his tongue to slide higher so that it stroked against her clitoris. "Aahhh..."
Denny, his eyes falling closed, grooved his tongue and tried licking, putting delirious pressure onto her most sensitive nub.
"AAhytesshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
Both of her paws grasped his head, smothering the fox onto the wolfess' groin while she rode out an orgasm, her fluids gushing over his muzzle and into his maw while her muscles contracted, pleasure pumping through her like the heart pounding in her chest. His sudden gasps mumbles stimulated her even further, sending vibrations and warm pressure through her convulsing pleasure zones all the while she smothered her husband into her heat.
His muffled complaints were cut short when she pulled backwards, leering down at him with her teeth dripping saliva that dropped heavily onto his muzzle. He could still taste her on his lips, and the smacking motion was not left unnoticed by the panting wolfess straddling him.
"The toy likes the taste of his mistress' pussy?"
Leather-covered fingers grabbed his muzzle again, making Denny's ears jump with alarm, but he had no choice but to nod.
"Y-yes..."
"I think the toy has earned a little treat now...do you think so, toy?"
Denny nodded again, not sure what his wife was going at, but he was sure that it was something sexual, and whatever it was, he hoped that it would let him release the pent-up cum in his churning balls.
"Yes please...M-mistress..."
"That's a good toy," the wolfess in leather patted the top of his head patronizingly before, to his surprise, she started to remove the cuff from Denny's right wrist.
The fox's relief was brief, however. As soon as he'd been released in all his limbs, she picked up the riding crop and ordered him to lie on his belly on the bed.
"But - "
"Down, toy!" she yelled, the crop snapping against his ass.
"Owww...ow, yes, Mistress, yes ,Mistress," Denny panted, lying down again meekly.
The wolfess wasted no time in cuffing the fox onto the bed again, paws secured onto each corner of the bed, and she pulled off his boxers, too, which left the husband fox's cock pressed onto the mattress, pulsing and leaking so much pre-cum that he was making a wet spot onto the sheets, even while she tended onto his footpaws and snapped the sturdy leather cuffs around them.
"Hmmm...that looks good, toy...I'm going to go and get your treat now...you stay put...like you have a choice...ha!"
Her cheerful laughter filled the room and Denny could hear that she was leaving again, which left him lying on the bed, pent up and puzzled by this turn of events. He wasn't sure what could happen next, but considering that his wife was in such a kinky mood, it could be almost anything. Maybe ice cubes or more whipping, he thought, which made his cock throb despite his mild misgivings at being subjected to such things. All he knew was that he was strangely aroused and really wanted to get off.
Again the fox was not sure how long he had to wait, bound onto their marital bed while his mind worked on the possibilities for further sexual pleasures. His wife's disappearance left him hanging there, trapped in place and unable to move more than was possible with the small leeway for struggling allowed by the bondage...they had certainly not invested in gear that would break down from a sudden jerky motion...he thought with near regret now...
"PREPARE, TOY!"
His ears bounced and he looked up over his shoulder, a rather cumbersome task considering he couldn't properly move his arms in this wide X-spread position, but it was still enough to see the brown wolf clad in leather stand in the doorway, a vicious look on her muzzle while she stood there, posing for her in her corset and leathers and the shiny boots and gloves, the riding crop still in one paw, while the other held a bottle of some sort...and...
"W-what...." Denny gasped, his eyes going wide when he noticed another addition to her gear, a large, blue...something protruding from her loins.
"Time to show the toy he's not the only one who gets to breed bitches in this house!" the wolfess snarled as she walked forward slowly, each movement sending the blue...implement bouncing mildly in its leather harness.
"T-Tess..." Denny moaned, his tail bristling as his mind struggled to find a name for whatever he was seeing right now, swaying through the air like a threatening baton.
"THAT'S MISTRESS!"
"M-mistress," the fox moaned, his neck arching while he tried to see what was happening behind him, his wife approaching with a determined scowl on her muzzle, "What...what are you going to..."
"I told you, toy, I'm going to breed you," the wolfess replied just as she dropped onto the bed, her knees spread for balance which only seemed to make the dangling object look even more prominent. It was long, shaped like what appeared to be a feline cock, as far as Denny could tell, pointy-tipped and covered in small bumps around the tip, like barbs...recalling the anatomy classes in school, and the odd fleeting glance in a porno...the unnatural color only added to its intimidating visage, protruding from where usually his wife's wonderful juicy pussy resided so invitingly.
"B-but - "
"No buts, toy, except your butt!" she grabbed his tail after dropping the bottle and pulled it taunt, causing Denny to throw his head back.
"Uhh...."
She snapped his rump on each side with the riding crop, which made the fox moan with surprise at the smarting sensation coursing over his reddish butt cheeks. Denny was into pain in a sexual setting but he couldn't help but notice the extreme rigid jolting of his cock, sandwiched between his fuzzy belly and the bed, while his wife crop-handled his tender butt cheeks with slaps from the leathery paddle
"Oh yes, the toy's got a sweet butt for his mistress to break in..."
"B-break in..."
"You think this is just for decoration, toy?" the wolfess sneered, shaking her hips a little so that the blue phallus wobbled alarmingly. Denny's eyes almost bulged at the sight, for it was very obvious what she intended to do with it.
"B-but I've ne-never - "
"Quiet, toy!" she snapped his back between his shoulder blades, which only brought out another moan mixed with a gasp. "Or I'll spank your ass so much that you won't be able to enjoy this..."
She was still holding his tail up, and suddenly leather-covered fingers slipped between his butt cheeks, rubbing on the fox's creamy taint while he still struggled mildly against the restraints. Denny's heart raced and he was sweating, panting from the arousal mixed with trepidation that filled his body. He'd never had anything there, except for the odd finger rubbing on his tailhole while he was getting head, which didn't feel bad, only somewhat strange, but he'd never had anything inside, going deeper into his body. A huge dildo didn't seem like the best way to start on such, either, which made his pucker clench hard.
"I don't even know what that's called!" Denny yelped, his tail flailing with her grasp while she kept on rubbing his ass crack.
"Oh, this is called the His and Hers Bliss strap-on harness..." the wolfess replied, sounding almost childish while she described the object protruding from her leather-framed crotch, "and I can tell, this one fills you up reeeeeally good..."
"B-but - "
"Tsk tsk, what did we talk about that, toy?" the wolfess sneered while finally jammed fingertips against his most tender spot.
"UHhh!" the fox gasped when he felt himself clench against the warm, dry leather poking at him.
"Oh yes, you'll be surprised how nice it feels to take it in the can...can't say I've got much experience since you're too much of a gentleman, Denny, but I'm sure once the toy feels how it is like, he might be more prone to expand his horizons..."
Denny simply gawked at the dirty suggestion. He'd never even really thought about doing that to his wife, thinking it was simply not something women enjoyed and wasn't it supposed to be dirty, too...maybe being raised a good Catholic had something to do with it, but being spanked by his wife felt much better than the snap of a stick from a nun in a school...not that he was supposed to be thinking of nuns and anal sex in the same space of time, not especially when he was lying crucified on a bed with his wife's fingers trying to worm their way into his asshole.
"Uhhh..."
"But your pussy is too dry, toy...are you not aroused enough yet?" she murmured, her voice dangerously deep while still nudging fingertips into his sweet little untouched bud.
"Eeuhhhh..."
"Oh we'll do something about that, toy..." she spanked his butt again, surely by now rosy under its downy fur, "let mistress take good care of you..."
A loud snap told him that the bottle she'd brought with her had been opened, and it was followed by the instant cold, goopy sensation of something cold slapped onto his rear. His gripped tail swished with surprise, butt cheeks flexing at the weird sensation, and it only got even more so when fingers appeared and spread the stuff all over his taint.
"Oh yes...let's make you drip like a vixen in heat...just waiting for someone to take your little snatch..."
Denny had never heard his wife use that word, something he thought was so far away from polite conversation that he wouldn't dare to say something like that even while they were in bed. He thought he was a gentleman who made love to his wife, not fucked her...
"Mistress will be very pleased...oh yes..."
Denny wondered in a desperate haze of anxiety and arousal whether those Fifty Shades books really were this kinky, while the leathery fingers poked wetly against his pucker and seemed to be on their way into him, too, wriggling and pressing and making the little ring-shaped muscle pulse while she applied pressure, and scooped some more of the rapidly warming lube from his taint and pushed it onto his anus. The alien sensation became twinged with a hint of pain when she pressed harder, fingertips moving along the rim of his little hole while she kept huffing and slurring behind him.
"Yes...toy will not regret..."
"Uhhheh..."
"Oh come on, don't be a pussy...wait...you are, toy...hah!" she laughed rudely before poking harder, again, this time gaining some ground in the rapidly pulsing asshole belonging to the subservient husband fox.
"Augh!"
"Oh here we go...just a bit more..."
There were flashes of pain, accompanied by a strange kind of pleasure, when the wet fingers explored him, in and out. Denny had never contemplated such sensations, let alone trying them out, seeing it as something he just didn't do, or wasn't interested in...but now his mischievous wife seemed to be intent on giving the fox a crash course in a bum fun. The wet fingers wriggled their way into him, two little wolf digits covered in leather and goopy lube, exploring the wolfess' marital better half's insides while the fox's tail flagged, his eyes wide and his muzzle slightly open when he moaned under the strange mixture of discomfort and pleasure that was still enough to keep his cock hard and throbbing.
"Hmmyes...the toy seems to be liking it..."
"Uhh...M-mistress..."
"I think you're ready for it now, toy..."
"N-no..."
Suddenly the fingers disappeared with a rude, wet squealching pop, letting Denny's muscles to knit themselves back together while he let out a surprised gasp. It smarted a little when his pucker contracted down on itself, and his tail bounced down, covering his taint instinctively from any further intrusions while the sweaty fox contemplated the prospect of getting anally skewered by none other than his wife.
"I'll make it really slick for you, sweet toy..."
The lube bottle popped again, and that was followed by the rather more familiar sound of slippery stroking, which Denny's keen male ear unmistakably identified as the noise of a maw sliding up and down on a slick cock...more or less, a thought that made his ears droop while he realized that it was really going to happen, that this was not just an intimidation tactic, to make him beg for more...whatever it was that she'd wanted him to beg for...
"Oh yes...let your mistress take good care of you.."
Denny swallowed when he felt the cold, lubed, pointed tip brush through his taint and press onto the very base of his tail, leathered paws appearing on his hips while the wolf knelt behind her. His tail hiked up, seemingly on its own accord, and the fox held his breath.
"I shall enjoy popping your little cherry, toy..."
She pushed, and grunted, but it didn't go anywhere, the fox was simply too tight, and nervous, tensing up everywhere while the pointy tip tickled his pucker with its rubbery barbs. After another push, the wolfess let out a frustrated snarl and slapped his ass.
"Come on, let it in, as long as you relax, it'll go right in..."
"B-but - "
"We're doing this now, toy!" she commanded again, this time grabbing his thick tail and yanking on it, bringing out a surprised yelp - and just enough distraction that the tip nudged itself through his gates.
"OWEwwwwwww!""
"Oh that's it, toy...that's it - " the wolfess panted, watching with rapt attention how the fox's butthole spread around the blue toy, his tail thrashing from side to side while the fox buried his muzzle against the sheets.
She gripped his slim hips and pushed again, causing another inch to disappear, before she waited for a moment and pulled out, almost letting the tip pop from the fox's ring, before she pushed again...this time going in two inches...and again...the very slow experimental thrusting continuing, with more and more sliding into the fox's virgin tailhole.
"And now we fuck..." the leather dominatrix declared, each buck of her athletic hips sending a jolt not through the fox's, but her own loins as well. The strap-on was double-ended and she had slipped the slightly more narrow, anatomically molded "back" end of the toy into her own tunnel, while the part protruding from the metal ring at the leather harness was currently being buried into her husband's ass. There was enough give in it so that whenever she thrust, the toy moved slightly on its bearings, meaning that any thrusts she was doing were also felt inside her, the toy's smooth, peculiarly shaped length stroking her from within, a sensation she suspected was much more satisfying than what her bound husband was experiencing at the moment yet.
Denny was in a strange place, physically and mentally. The leather-scented wolfess laid upon him, paws on either side of his shoulders, under his armpits, while the spread-eagled fox laid on his belly and got fucked from behind. The strange, rubbery cock sliding in and out of his smarting ass had already warmed up to his body temperature and probably now felt more or less like the real thing - not that it was a sensation he had ever experienced or had ever wanted to, he was a heterosexual male, after all, but...now he was being humped while a roughly growling wolfess nibbled on his ears, acting in a very classical dominant manner...and he was aroused, he couldn't deny that. His cock had wilted a little during the initially painful penetration, but he was surprised to find it growing harder now, and being stroked against the bedsheets with each thrust from behind that rocked his body back and forth.
He was panting and unable to say anything except yip occasionally when she slid in and out of him on each breath-catching thrusts. Her rough rumbles and barks filled his ears much like the plastic tool slipping back and forth in his newly stretched tunnel, sending the fox into new dimensions of pleasure while the wolfess on top of him double-fucked both of them simultaneously. Each thrust pushed deep into her as well, stroking her deep and driving her closer and closer to an orgasm, which soon happened, the mad contractions sending her into a thrusting overdrive while she butt-humped her husband's ass, driving even further pleasurable strokes into her own quivering warmth all the while he let out more desperate yelps.
"Ah-haha-h-ah-a-a-a-ha!"
"I'm-not-done-yet!" the sweaty wolfess growled into her bound husband's ear as she kept on going on, driving herself over another edge while his eyes widened, the toy stroking deeper and deeper inside him, seemingly re-arranging his bowels while she buggered his slippery opening and owned him.
She peaked many times, losing the count, while her husband writhed, tired and panting from being used so thoroughly. His balls felt like they were going to burst, too, his cock so hard and untouched, only stroked by the forward motion of his body being thrust back and forth while she slid into her to the hilt again and pulled out again, forcing more pleasurable sensations through her own groin while he grumbled at the deep plundering, the heat rising in his loins, slowly, ebbing just like the sliding shaft inside him...
Suddenly, his insides were coiling and he was spewing cum onto the bed, his belly becoming wet with it, the sensation...impossible to describe, except that he was practically delirious, sparks flying through his eyes while he unloaded a huge load onto the bedsheets, moaning incoherently all the while the leather wolfess bred his ass as hard as before -
"Did you just cum, toy?" she snarled into his ear, hotly, pushing her paw underneath him while still keeping herself buried inside him.
"Hmmmm..."
She brought out her gloved paw and found it stained in whites streaks of smelly fox cum, a sight that brought a vicious smile to her lips.
"I see the toy did good...excellent..." she smirked before smearing the musky fluids over his muzzle.
"Ohhhewww..."
"And for a small extra treat..."
The wolfess detached the ring harness and moved backwards, slowly so that the toy slipped out of her pussy and then out of the harness so that once she sat on her haunches, most of the toy remained poking out of from under her husband's flagging tail. The sight of that messy butt made her smile again, and let out a satisfied bark. Her pussy was still tingling, and she couldn't help but slip a few fingers inside, to feel the tender, overworked walls.
"Good toy..." she murmured, before picking the riding crop.
He would deserve another treat, she thought, for a job well done.
*
Thank you for reading! I hope you had an interesting time, and I look forward to seeing your feedback! Do remember that all votes, faves and watches will help others to find these stories to enjoy as well!