A Massage and More
Tracy hummed quietly to herself as she went about her housework, trying to finish the cleaning before Evan came home. There was a lot to do, they lived in the two story house she had inherited from her father. Luckily, most of the rooms went unused and all they needed was the occasional dusting. The reel chores were vacuuming the carpet downstairs and cleaning the kitchen and bathrooms.
She sighed and wiped the sweat from her brow. Tracy was a Dwarf Hotot Rabbit, completely white from the tips of her ears to her cotton tail. She was 5 foot six and plump without being fat. She had wide hips and generous, soft breasts. Her hair was red and curly and hung just below her shoulders. She untied the bandanna that held her hair up and shook her curls out before stripping of her cleaning gloves and sighing. Her back ached from all her work and she felt like collapsing on the couch.
Just then the door opened and a voice called out, "I'm home!" Tracy smiled and walked to the door to meet Evan, her fiancée. Evan was a calico cat, his fur a mix of black, brown and white. He was a little over six feet tall and though he had muscle, he was more on the lean side. As he shut the door with one hand, he pulled off his tie with the other.
"Long day at the office, honey?" Tracy asked as she got up on tip-toes to kiss Evan on the cheek.
"Yeah," Evan replied simply, kissing her back and tossing his tie and jacket onto the couch. "What about you ?"
"Ugh," was all that Tracy replied. "I cleaned the entire house today, with no help from you mister."
"Well excuse me, I was at work," Evan said with a smirk, putting his arms around her waist and kissing her quickly on the lips. "Anything I can do to help?"
"How about a massage?" Tracy suggested. "My back is killing me from bending and kneeling all day."
Evan laughed and kissed her again before letting her go. "Alright, go on ahead to the bedroom and get ready. I'm going to get a drink and meet you up there."
Tracy giggled and kissed him on the cheek. "Okay!" she said cheerily, skipping up the stairs to the bedroom. She quickly peeled off her blouse and khaki shorts. Underneath, she was wearing a simple, unflashy pair of cotton panties and a matching white bra. Stretching briefly, she laid face down on the bed just as she heard Evan's heavy footsteps coming up the stairs.
Evan opened the door and smiled at the sight of her shapely rump and wiggling little tail. "I see you're all ready," he chuckled as he walked to the nightstand and took out the bottle of massage oil and a few other items in a bag. Walking back to the bed, he unbuttoned his shirt and let it drop to the floor.
"Took you long enough to get up here," Tracy mock-complained, propping her self up on her elbows.
"Stop whining and lay down already," Evan said, rolling his eyes and pushing her back down flat gently as she spread her arms to the side. He set the other items aside, still out of her sight, and poured a small amount of massage oil onto his hands. He started at her shoulders, rubbing them tenderly while Tracy cooed in delight. As he started working down her back he unsnapped her bra to get it out of the way and tossed it aside. He then proceeded to rub down her back, sensually sliding his paws along her sides. When he reached her lower back, he hooked his fingers into her panties and pulled them down her legs, smirking as she wiggled her hips to help him.
Tracy was so lost in the warmth of the massage that she had barely registered the movement of her arm until she heard the snap of the handcuff locking it to the headboard. She gasped and opened her eyes just in time to catch him lock her other hand to the headboard as well. "Evan!" she snapped, looking over her shoulder to find him smirking at her.
"You didn't think I was going to give you a massage without getting anything in return, did you?" he asked. Tracy just huffed and turned her head away, though she was unable to go anywhere do to the handcuffs.
"You could have at least-," she started to say but was cut off by a loud crack followed by a flash of pain that made her cry out. Her head snapped around to find Evan smirking wider and holding a polished wooden paddle with a leather grip. "Evan-" she started to say loudly but was cut off as a ball gag was shoved into her mouth and snapped closed behind her head. She whined around the gag, but no distinguishable sounds came out.
"We both know you're going to enjoy this, so there's no use complaining, and I don't want to have the neighbors complaining about the noise again," Evan said, raising the paddle for another strike. Tracy closed her eyes and turned her head away, but it didn't make the smack hurt any less and she writhed in her bonds, even as she felt herself beginning to get aroused. As shameful as it was, she always got the most excited when she was treated roughly. That wasn't to say she couldn't appreciate tenderness, the roughness was just a different kind of good.
Evan started raining blow after blow down on Tracy's upturned ass as she whimpered around the gag. Every hit made her large rear jiggle nicely and she would twist erotically, and uselessly. Evan continued until his arm was starting to get tired and Tracy had been reduced to a gasping, sweating mess. She had long ago lost the energy to hold her front up and her cheek was now pressed against the pillow, her arms hanging limply.
Evan examined his handiwork with an appreciative eye. Her once white rump was now bright red and he set the paddle down to grip her right cheek hard, making her squirm and moan as he fondled her, letting his fingers sink into the soft, responsive flesh. He slipped his hand under her to feel her moistened vaginal lips, smiling as he stroked her labia softly with the tips of his fingers. "Now the real fun begins," Evan chuckled as he unbuttoned his pants and pushed them along with his boxers down to the floor.
Slipping his hands around Tracy's sides, Evan hoisted her up, setting her down on her knees, making her take notice and look at him over her shoulder. "No you make sure to stay like this," Evan warned her, letting his hand rest on the paddle warningly. Tracy mewed around the ball gag and nodded. "Good," Evan said, getting behind her on his knees, stroking his slowly hardening member while he looked down at her.
Shifting forward, he began stroking his hard on between her nether lips. Tracy moaned and pushed her hips back against him. "Eager, hmm?" he asked, making her blush and nod. "Good," Evan chuckled before settling the tip of his member against her slit and slowly pushing inside. He groaned as he felt her warm tunnel wrap around him and pull him further in. Slowly at first, but with increasing frequency, he began to thrust in and out of her, Tracy pushing back against him with every thrust.
"Ooh, fuck yeah," Evan moaned, reaching around to grab her breasts and squeeze them roughly, tweaking her nipples to make her squirm more. With every thrust, his hips slammed against her ass, making a loud slapping noise. He moved one hand down to rub her clit while the other continued fondling her breasts. He felt himself get close to orgasming and forced himself to slow down, intent on making her cum first. After several more minutes, the combined attention to her body was too much and Tracy moaned loudly as her body convulsed with pleasure, squeezing down on his cock.
Evan purred at the feeling, but still held himself back. After she settled down, he chuckled and pulled himself out. "Now, that you've gotten me all lubricated we can move on to the next step. Tracy looked weakly over her shoulder as he parted her ass cheeks and pressed the head of his cock against her anal ring. She moaned once again as he slowly pushed into her, taking his time so as not to hurt her. After several minutes, he was hilted in her ass and he pulled back out slowly before pushing in again.
Tracy moaned and pushed back against him, wanting more. She loved anal sex even more than being spanked. She felt the fire in her groin build once more as Evan rammed into her repeatedly, filling her up inside completely. He had given up on her breasts to grab her waist for better leverage. Suddenly, Evan yelled out as he came, shooting his seed deep inside of her. The feeling of him orgasming inside her was enough to send her over the edge again and the collapsed, one on top of the other.
After several minutes, Evan had recovered sufficiently to roll off her and unlock the handcuffs, allowing Tracy to unsnap the ball gag and rub her sore wrists. She spent a few more minutes just resting before pushing her self to her feet, feeling that strange, yet arousing sensation of his seed leaking out of her. "Next time, you could at least give me some warning," she complained again as she headed to the bathroom. Evan just chuckled and reclined on the bed happily.