FSE

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--1

Like any trucker, Ryan obeyed some personal rules on the road. One in particular was based more on honor than law or safety: He made it a point to never abuse the generosity of his customers. All-expenses-covered meant only the necessities like fuel or a new tire in an emergency. He didn't he enjoy leisurely snoozes at nice hotels or order sixty-dollar steaks on his customers' money.

It looked like a contradiction when Ryan idled into the parking lot of a very posh hotel in the middle of Las Vegas, but his rule had a convenient loophole in it: If the government was paying, he did as he pleased.

The military base he was delivering to was a stone's throw away. There would have been no trouble in driving an hour longer to get it over with but he had two days to go on his due date.

An uneasy squeal sounded as the truck door swung open. Ryan stepped down and put his grimy boots on the tarmac.

Plain-clothes police in an SUV tailing him rolled down a window. A fresh-faced husky dog with a perpetual glare called to Ryan, "You're milking this. I hope you realize how much money you're costing the American people, sir."

"I pay your salary, shut the fuck up," Ryan grinned. "Keep an eye on the trailer. I'm gonna have a huge dinner, get totally shitfaced, and sleep in a soft goddamn bed for once." He sauntered off to the extent that a tubby old wolf could sway his hips, and the police begrudgingly settled in.

Within the confines of such a fine hotel, Ryan was definitely out-of-place in blue jeans stained with tarry oil, boots bearing gouges in their treads and holes in their sides, and a gray t-shirt with little of its original color not marred by condiments and sweat stains. With his rusty orange eyes, plaque-riddled teeth, graying fur, and plump beer gut, Ryan was an encyclopedia image of an American trucker.

Behind the check-in counter was a mouse of perhaps thirty years. He held himself with a noted officiousness, as did the rest of the staff Ryan could see. "Deliveries go in back," the rodent huffed in flagrant dismissal.

"They sure do, but I like younger guys," Ryan smiled. The mouse stared with mortified eyes but a quivering lip which threatened to start shouting. "Cool your titties, I'm here for a suite," the old wolf said with an easy chuckle.

"You're here for a suite," the mouse spat with smirking vitriol. "I believe you've made a wrong turn somewhere, sir. There's a greasy spoon bed and breakfast on the outskirts of the city, I believe they boast hourly rates."

"I believe I boast my boot in your tight little ass."

"Ah, I'm sorry?" asked the mouse with a quivering nose. Ryan correctly took it as a nervous tic.

Sphincter says what? Ryan thought. Instead he waved it off. "Gimme a suite. Uncle Sam's paying for it."

The rodent frowned and turned to his monitor on the desk. "Yes, sir... If cost won't be an option for sir, we have the penthouse. It should offer any amenities a man of your," a sigh, "taste should require."

"Sounds good," Ryan sneered, "I'm a man of wealth and taste, after all."

"Oh, you certainly are," the rodent sighed with the utmost tired irony. And so Ryan shared his name, first and last, and then he wrote a blank cashier's cheque for the hotel. "With that in order, if sir would allow me to escort him up to the penthouse?"

"We can just do it under your desk there if you're eager to get me alone," Ryan said with his most lecherous old man smile. It was an expression which he had practiced over many years but he used it not for seducing boys, it being too wretchedly creepy for that purpose. No, it was made for scaring the straights. With that task done he said, "I can get across the country without a map. I think I can find my room." The mouse was not at all displeased to hand over Ryan's keycard and leave him to his devices.

--2

Brushed steel elevator doors purred open and Ryan stepped out into the regular top floor of the hotel. Signs in this small lobby pointed off to numerous luxuries such as the roof swimming pool and the gift shop. Ryan chalked up the fact that such things were at the very top of the tower as the spirit of Vegas itself.

Ryan never looked more unusual as when he crossed the skylit lobby of the top floor. Along with a lack of staff, neither did he readily see the penthouse access elevator. But after some wandering, he found a very humble employee, the maid.

For all his taste for young men, Ryan found the maid to be pretty in a way he best defined as strange. Women weren't his first, last, or in-between choice for sex but he flirted ruthlessly with them to nudge conversations in his favor. Wearing his best, most charming smile with his paws sunk in his pockets and thumbs hooked at the edges, he nodded to the vixen maid. "Excuse me, sugar."

The maid looked up from her pushcart piled neatly with fresh towels and terrycloth robes. Less graceful items like toilet paper were hidden in the wooden drawers. "Oh," she said with a sudden smile at the mere sight of the unlikely trucker, "what can I do for you, sir?"

"Well first you can tell me your name, princess," Ryan winked.

She laughed and covered her mouth daintily. Everything about her was dainty, be it the pink and white shades of her fur; her short, black, purple-tipped hair; and her demure little muzzle. "It's Zoe," she calmly lied. Again she insisted but with only patience, "What can I do for you, sir?"

Ryan's smile warmed while his eyes subtly narrowed. "I'm looking for the penthouse," he explained, and just to dispel any doubt she certainly had, he showed her the distinct keycard. "Can you show a humble truck driver the way to a soft bed?"

Zoe smiled wanly. "I can, sir, but I was just on my way there to straighten up. I hope that won't interfere too much."

"Not at all, beautiful, let's go." When Ryan followed the vixen off, he found himself staring at her rear. Though common behavior when he lurked around boys, it was unlikely with a girl. But before "Zoe" even led him to the penthouse access elevator, Ryan figured out that the vixen was anything but.

--3

Ryan and the maid stepped out into the fabulous sprawl of the penthouse. She politely nodded and smiled before breaking off, changing the sheets on the disturbed bed. When she was through with that, Ryan sat on the edge, shucked his boots and socks, stretched his legs, and splayed his toes. Like a dog in mud, he flopped back and writhed. He almost made a snow angel on the top sheet of the bed.

Zoe stepped out of the bathroom with a bundle of damp towels. These she tucked in a bin at the bottom of her cart. "I think it's all straightened up in here, sir," she cooed, to which Ryan sat up and smiled self-consciously at her. Disarming him with a breezy smile, she clasped her paws and cooed, "If you need anything else, don't hesitate."

"If that's the case, c'mere," Ryan winked.

Though the maid blushed, she padded closer, moving her plush hips so convincingly but not well enough.

Seated at the edge of the bed, the tall and burly wolf was only just beneath eye level. "You never asked my name, babe," he grinned.

A tiny and promising smirk fractured Zoe's sweetness. It was hidden under another sweet mask almost instantly. "I'm sorry, strange men in Vegas don't usually like to make nice with the help. May I ask your name, sir?"

"I'm strange, babe, but I like to think I'm a good kind of strange," Ryan growled. "My name's Ryan, and I gotta admit something to you."

"I hear a lot of secrets, and I almost never moan them during sex," Zoe winked. Her tail swayed.

The wolf sneered with devilish intent. He very much liked how the crossdressing fox was loosening up. "You and me got something in common, then," he said with an offhand wave of his paw. "All right, sugar," said the thick-bellied trucker, "I'm about as much of a queer as an old fuck can be, and yet you're getting me bothered just standing around here."

Ryan had begun to think that he couldn't possibly get the fox hot under the collar but when the pretty boy started to blush and giggle, he knew he was pressing buttons most people didn't even realize existed. "Aw, well," the fox laughed, "you wouldn't be the first gay man to tell me I could fix them."

A big and toothy grin split Ryan's face and his fluffy tail swatted against the bed. The knowing look he and the alleged Zoe shared revealed nearly every card they each held but Ryan preferred the transparency; because whatever his real name was, Zoe clearly liked to be a pretty girl. So long as he got to bury it in some fine twink, Ryan was happy to bend genders. "You wanna try and fix me up then, princess?"

"I'd be happy to," the fox winked. Smoothly he dropped into Ryan's lap, sitting across his strong legs and squeezing around his plump middle. Their mouths met and a wet, slobbery kiss ensued to drag their sticky black lips together and coil their tongues into a knot.

Ryan of course took point over the pretty maid, whom only deferred sweetly and roamed the handsome old trucker's deceptively strong body with soft, naked paws. He reached up to the wolf's head, brushed the cap off, and raked his fingers through the black mop of hat-hair below just as Ryan did the same to the tod's longer and much more lovingly-groomed locks.

Just as Ryan's tongue writhed and pulsed in the cramped space of the crossdressing fox's mouth, his penis throbbed pointedly against his musky boxers and the sturdier fly of his jeans.

Zoe - for lack of his real name - found his cheeks alight with a fresh blush at the sensation of Ryan's erection against his thigh in a denim lump. Years of experience and vulpine intuition told him that the size of the lump was deceptive. That cock was bent against the fabric and its size was discernible only in nudity.

The onus to get undressed was on Ryan, however Zoe was nothing if not a dutiful maid as he suckled Ryan's fat tongue and shiveringly consumed his viscous saliva. For sure the wolf had foul breath, but Zoe had tasted worse; and Ryan at least knew how to kiss. The fox's dress and apron were tenting up nicely too, and the fox shivered as his penis rubbed so strongly against his lacy panties.

Out of the kiss and into Zoe's neck through his lovebites, Ryan growled and huffed a lewd little note. "Fuck me, you're fine," he sighed after the fact. "You wanna blow me, pretty girl?" What surprised Zoe was just how gentle and modest Ryan sounded when he asked. Most men did indeed ask him that, but nowhere near as politely.

As he always did, however, Zoe smiled and answered, "I'd love to." Ryan released him to drop to the floor which he did smoothly and easily. Beneath his black fingers, Ryan's fly opened right up and with the sight of boxers came a haze of musk at which Zoe grunted and shuddered. "Oof, gawd, you're so musky," he chuckled, but with no distaste.

There were so many ways Zoe could've bared Ryan's penis but he cut the knot when he just pulled the waistband down and tucked it up under those heavy, furry balls. Like the rest of Ryan, their fur was black with salty patches of gray and white. Their shape was no less delectable than even that of the youngest bucks Zoe had fucked silly and he showed his appreciation for such handsome male goodies when he grasped Ryan's fat, uncut penis.

Beneath Zoe's fuzzy, padded mitt, Ryan's cock felt sticky. Its flesh outright stunk with a blend of sweat and male musk, the shaft damp with moisture inherent to the common slob's crotch, but Zoe was disgustingly enthralled by such a natural-smelling man. Even as his sinuses stung at the offensive and overwhelming smell of fermented wolfcock, he closed his lips around the meat in one brave dive to engulf better than half of Ryan's many inches in beyond his supple lips.

A deep and loving groan rumbled past Ryan's lips, just as a chuckle welled up in his throat. "Ooh, shit," he said in his lame laugh. "God, baby, blow my fucking balls off," Ryan panted as he flopped back in bed, sprawling in the snow angel outline.

Zoe worked Ryan's plump cock further into his maw but the meat bottomed out with several inches to go at the bottom. He remedied that much with a fast and frenzied handjob on the exposed inches as he suckled wetly with frequent breaks to huff around what was buried in his mouth. With each little bob which came with the suckles, he slipped back Ryan's dark foreskin to bare the salty glans to his lapping tongue; and from the piss slit came heavy squirts of pre to season his taste buds. For one final touch, Zoe reached for the wolf's balls and he palmed them in his fond touch.

Ryan's face was a dopey portrait of pleasure. His rusty eyes had fallen half-lidded and his long tongue slopped out the side of his panting maw. The cutest canine awr! accompanied Zoe's hands-on approach; but a harried buck up into the crossdressing twink's mouth encouraged the fox to try and fit more in.

With morale boosted by Ryan's unspoken bossiness, Zoe flattened his palm out on Ryan's loins, the cock itself notched between his thumb and forefinger as he pushed down harder and harder with intent to spear his throat.

Zoe gagged and whined. Tears formed at the corners of his pretty pink eyes, but in the interest of giving Ryan exceptional service, he muscled past the pain and gulped that fat, old cock down with a choked grunt.

"Uhn! Gawddamn, that's the shit right there," Ryan delightedly chuckled, petting through Zoe's hair with his calloused fingers. "Ooh, ye-e-eah..." For Zoe's sore throat, Ryan offered a constant drizzle of his pre. That was of little comfort to the fox whose throat burned and eyes watered; but he loved it just the same, and he was very strongly compelled to pleasure Ryan as well as he could, this being the effect Ryan's charisma - and musk - had on gay young men.

Heavy balls so ripe with old wolf musk throbbed in Zoe's paws as his nose pressed in flush to the downy fluff of Ryan's crotch. There his scent was at its most obvious and the concentration was so great that even if he hadn't had that cock buried in his maw, he would've been able to taste the wolf's manhood just as strongly. As a very slutty croon sexed up from his lungs, Zoe gulped on Ryan's cock and fought back the involuntary tears. Deep throat was never painless, not even for a fox despite all of the rumors, but Zoe tried his very best and Ryan's bubbly giggles and moans reassured the maid.

"Awh, you're a machine with that mouth, I never had such a good blowjob from a girl," Ryan grinned. Those dirty old fingers of his clenched lightly in Zoe's hair, plucking some strands. "Shit, how'd you feel," Ryan panted, "if I said I wanted to eat that tight pussy of yours, honey?"

Zoe had an answer and it would've gushed with very real enthusiasm, but he was too tied up with choking down Ryan's throbbing cock to give up then. Ryan seemed to understand since he didn't press the matter further, instead leaving his query up in the air.

Thick saliva sluiced past Zoe's teeth and lips to smear Ryan's cock, this drool cascading down unevenly before soaking into the old wolf's salty crotch fur. Ryan's balls felt the sweetest and most reverent pleasures imaginable from fingers dressed down in soft fur and padded with supple pink flesh. As far as crossdressing queers went, Ryan thought Zoe was among the most convincing he'd ever had the pleasure to fuck.

Wet but haggard suckles cut through the still air, masking the uneasy chokes and gulps which welled up in the fox's throat, although both noises were lost whenever Ryan whined, groaned, and voiced his pleasure, which was a common occurrence "Shit, shi-i-it, you show that dick who's boss," Ryan impishly giggled. "Jesus-buttfucking-Christ, babe."

Up and off of Ryan's balls, Zoe's paws roamed the wolf's thick gut beneath the shirt, following daddy's curve down to the bed. Then he stroked back up again over the warm, chubby bulk, his paws meeting at the navel for a playful rub before stroking up higher, resisting the grain of the fur but leaving it no more ruffled and messy than it already was.

All of this worship Ryan took in stride, never flinching for he wasn't a ticklish fellow. He was given no pause until Zoe's fingers reached his chest, where of course he had breasts, yet they were subtle compared to the girth of his stomach. "Mmh, hey, whatcha doin' there?" Ryan chuckled as Zoe's fingers played across his stiff, black nipples. Ryan huffed and clenched the sheets with a sudden, rare blush. "Nobody ever does that," he breathed, his tone humbled, not commanding.

The nipple play ceased if only briefly as Zoe pulled up and off of Ryan's cock and gasped. He worked his jaw while he nuzzled that cock, pushing his nose down into the crook between the shaft and the balls while his supple fingers teased Ryan's nipples.

"Hey now," Ryan ruefully chuckled, laying his paws over Zoe's through his sweaty shirt, "you're the girl, isn't this supposed to be the other way 'round?"

Zoe giggled with lewd, vaguely evil flair, a tone which comes easily to foxes. He slipped his paws free of Ryan's shirt and pushed himself up to simply kneel on the floor. Brushing off Ryan's remark, he purred, "What was that about eating my pussy, sir?" to which Ryan sat up and grinned.

It was then that Zoe stood and slipped his apron off and his dress up over his head to bare the smooth lines of a twink, and so did he reveal lacy black panties in which an erection struggled. Rounding him off was a matching training bra which looked no less fetching on the boy than it would have on a real vixen.

"Ooh, shit," Ryan said in an unsavory growl as he ground his grubby paws together. "You're a damn fine vixen," so crooned Ryan with very little irony. His erection throbbed at the mere sight of Zoe's slim body.

Hearing Ryan's high praise made Zoe blush and grin. For the sake of appearances he left the bra where it was but the panties were discarded without a second thought. Ryan politely overlooked the tod's hard male flesh and at once, the fox turned on his heel and bent smoothly over, thus offering his taut ass over which his tail flagged. As he parted his cheeks and fully offered the pink pucker between, Zoe crooned, "One tight little pussy, all for you..."

Bearing witness to the perfection of Zoe's boycunt made Ryan salivate. He slapped his chops with his big, sloppy tongue and rumbled a nasty nothing which was lost in his deep register.

Meaty trucker paws grasped Zoe's hips and pulled the boy closer. One probing lap against the tod's entrance made him croon and clench. Another heard him let loose with a low, abiding groan. "Rrr, god," Zoe huffed.

Ryan's fingers bore down on Zoe's hips and put loving dents in the fur and flesh. Like the slobbery slab of meat it was, his tongue dragged without care up from the coinpurse of Zoe's balls to the bottom of his tail's root. Soft white fur was left caked down with saliva and the pink pucker quivering between begged silently for love. The musky old wolf gave it with many firm laps and insistent grinds with both the broad tip and the middle where the most taste buds resided. Zoe's scent was so very subtle in contrast to the raw raunch of Ryan's stink and yet the trucker's nose collected every facet of the fox's anal musk, it being his instinct to do so.

Big black wolfmeat throbbed in Ryan's lap as his tongue slapped and slathered against Zoe's pucker. Sweet croons and overwhelmed whimpers squeaked beyond the pink fox's lips which a very content and blushing expression had formed upon. "Ooh, oh my god," he whined, his tail thrashing, his ignored cock throbbing. His loins were on fire, his boycunt so very needful of a long, strong cock to gouge and use it well.

Fortunately for Zoe, the panacea to his dirty needs throbbed in Ryan's lap. But all the same, those laps sent mind-bending pleasure up his spine. Clearly such attention in a rimjob meant that Ryan was, despite his age, an experienced faggot with more than enough energy to keep up with the young bucks. Zoe bet on it when he pushed his ass back against Ryan's snout in a rough grind. When Ryan snarled in his nasty way, pushed back, and dragged his tongue across even harder still, Zoe's face bore a tiny grin.

"This is why I only fuck boys, you girls get so damn bossy," sneered Ryan as he pulled back with slobber on his lips. Zoe made to turn but Ryan disallowed it and held the fox eyes-forward for a reason unknown right up until the wolf rammed a finger home in his drool-smeared butt.

Sweet young Zoe yelped and arched his spine. Involuntarily, he clenched like a vise about Ryan's finger and emitted another, milder yelp when the wolf pushed in another digit. Two thick, rude fingers from a crusty old wolf wriggled and pumped up under his tail, rubbing his velvet anal walls and working in wolf slobber as if it were lotion. Though Zoe's posture had become straighter, he still bent over for the wolf somewhat and his paws were clasped near his penis. "Oof... Your fingers are softer than they look," Zoe sheepishly admitted.

"Better enjoy it, my dick's hard as a rock," Ryan sneered, mentally congratulating himself for the remark. Just to keep the pace up he gripped Zoe's tail and held it up taut by its base while he kept his fingers in the tod's ass ahead of the game by curling them down and rubbing with practiced motions across what he hoped to be Zoe's prostate. When the fox whimpered and his knees cutely buckled, Ryan knew he was pushing the sissy's buttons just right.

"Shit, this is a re-e-eal tight pussy you got here, babe," Ryan mused with a big, toothy grin. "I ain't about to pop your cherry here, am I?" he slyly asked.

"Ohhh," Zoe lamely giggled, "sorry, that got popped a long time ago... Back in my college dorm, in fact," the fox recounted with a chuckle.

Ryan slipped his fingers out but rubbed lewdly on the fox's taint for a moment. "You went to college, but here you are cleaning rooms and fucking old men," he said with a gentle laugh.

Zoe looked over his shoulder with a very foxy glint in his eye. "Hard times, mister Ryan. A girl's gotta find work wherever she can..." And with that, Zoe stepped back and smoothly descended into Ryan's lap. He reached down between his shapely legs, gripped the wolf's cock, and guided it into his well-slobbered and better-fingered asshole. To the tune of an abiding growl from Ryan, he impaled himself on that fat, uncut piece of wolf meat. "Aah, god... It's almost too much," he murmured.

Lewd rumblings in Ryan's chest perfectly matched the manner in which his dirty old paws started to roam Zoe's chest, pawing over the training bra and tweaking the nubs beneath it. "Papa wolf believes in you, princess, now let's stretch that pussy out," he crooned into an ear.

"Feeling around for my daddy issues, are you?" Zoe giggled, but the noise was broken and rough by necessary pain as he took such a thick cock up his ass. That wasn't to say he didn't love easing down into Ryan's comfortable lap, however. He penetrated his tight ass in one smooth go and he shivered with subtle twinges of pleasure against the pain as that black wolfy cock parted his velvet walls.

A chuckle from Ryan as he squeezed Zoe close, his cock just then bottoming out in the crossdressing twink. "Depends," he murmured, "you got any I can take advantage of?"

For the first and only time, Zoe joked about his identity. "I'm a sissy gay fox boy with pink fur, I'm dressed like a girl, and I'm using a girl's name," he sneered."Do I have daddy issues? you ask." It somewhat disturbed Ryan and made him chuckle uneasily; but just as quickly, Zoe's mask was back on and the faux-vixen whispered to her papa wolf, "Older men like you know exactly how to touch a girl, even if you're awful about tips."

The wolf chuckled coyly. He could feel that Zoe was dying to start riding. All boys had that cute little anxiety when they sat down on a big, hard dick, a desire to start bucking. Some did it slow, others bounced like he was a mechanical bull, but they always had that obvious crave to start strutting. He gave Zoe one more squeeze and then leaned back, bracing his palms on the bed and his feet on the floor.

Released from the wolf's warm, musky hug, Zoe put his paws on the wolf's hips and gut, nearly mimicking said wolf's posture. A slow, tentative rise up from that saliva-smeared cock precluded his sudden drop down. His immediate gasp made it seem as if he, too, were surprised by what had happened. Ryan himself merely grinned and waited for the fox to really get moving.

With a deep sigh, Zoe started to outright bounce on Ryan. His ride was purposefully sloppy, his bounces harsh and unpredictable The pleasure as his snug anal walls slicked against Ryan's swollen shaft was mutual, both men huffing and loosing great squirts of pre as the sex grew harsher.

Though seated and mostly at the mercy of Zoe's rhythm, Ryan was far from a passive lay. With a grin on his dirty old muzzle and a glint in his eyes, he ground up into Zoe's ass by pushing his fat ass cheeks down against the plush bed just to spring back up. Though Zoe's moans and huffs were unchanged, Ryan fancied to think that the sissy fox noted his efforts.

"Damn, princess, you ride that fuckstick," Ryan huffed under his breath, his face flush with pleasure. Still he ground down against the bed to buck up into Zoe; and still the fox slammed his perfect little ass down for the hardest ride imaginable. All the extra room was making Ryan consider fucking his boys in rented rooms more often. The space offered a certain leverage the truck lacked.

"Nnf, shit," Zoe whimpered with very unladylike language. He took hold of his cock and shamelessly started to jerk himself off, the effect being that his squirts of pre shot much further when he so chose to strangle and throttle his shaft just as his supple asshole had a similar cock ring effect on Ryan's plump meat. The heavy pre which shot into his ass was noticeable to the fox, whose behind was tender enough to feel such subtle stimulation. Princess, indeed.

"Awrf, you're really making me reconsider this hetero business," Ryan bleated, flopping back against the bed. He gave up on the bucks. His toes were curling, his cock throbbing heatedly in Zoe's ass. It was just a matter of time before he splattered his spunk and the fox knew it just as well as Ryan did.

Zoe giggled tightly, his cheeks absolutely flushed by then. He peered down his slim chest, beyond his lacy bra, down to his cock. When he pressed down flush to Ryan's loins, the wolf's heavy balls pushed out against his boxers, the waistband for which was still tucked haphazardly below. Somehow it made things that much hotter for Ryan's nudity to be the bare minimum.

The subtle but harried noises of sex alone filled the expansive hotel room. Zoe's tight ass suckled and pulled on Ryan's cock with each bounce, its seal coming and going easily to keep the pleasure fresh. Ryan noisily whined and sometimes barked feral throwbacks of pleasure. Zoe more daintily gasped and shuddered as he rode Ryan's cock and abused his own.

"Ah, gawd-fuckin'-damn," Ryan panted, "I'm like seconds away here, baby..."

"Ooh, yeah," Zoe whispered, "let's not waste a drop of that cum, you're gonna fill me up good, right?"

"Yeah, yeah," Ryan grunted before he bit his lip. It surprised Zoe then when the old wolf grabbed him by the hips and forcibly dragged him down again and again as if he were just some fleshlight to be fucked. Zoe didn't mind this abuse at all. "Ah, fuck, holy fuck!" Ryan barked, grinding up and pulling down to which Zoe grunted and whined.

Momentary silence and stillness as Ryan held Zoe flush to his loins. The fox gripped his own cock tightly, feeling as if he had a hair trigger. Ryan's face was a grimace of supreme pleasure and stress, his eyes clenched shut and his teeth bared.

At last, the wolf erupted with a howl and a climax, his victorious awroo! tearing through the spacious penthouse and coming back to their ears many times over just as his seed shot again and again into Zoe's ass, painting snug anal walls with virile wolf spunk in so many thick, goopy layers.

Humbled by Ryan's howl but left desperate to cum upon feeling his load, Zoe whimpered in utter need as he masturbated faster than ever. Despite plush fur on his paw, it slapped with wet, lewd noise as he stroked and the flesh throbbed with impossible need. There was, in fact, never a moment quite like that one in which Zoe needed to cum so badly.

As if reading the fox's mind, Ryan growled in the warmth tailing his savage climax, "Squirt for daddy, babe!"

"Oh, gawd," Zoe shuddered, spurred by such nasty and presumptuous words and from so dirty a mouth. "Ooh, fuck!" the pink fox gasped, his jerking and tugging coming to an abrupt end in which he clamped his meat around the base inches. There he sat on Ryan's throbbing penis, filled with the sticky manifestation of good, hot sex. Zoe started to cry out another curse, but he was cut short, his words becoming a cutely mangled yelp when his climax struck. Tight anal walls wrenched down on Ryan's cock as his own shaft throbbed, twitched, and finally erupted with a rope of spunk to stain the carpeting a few feet off. And then another rope, and another, all while his ass rhythmically massaged Ryan's plump cock and his tail lashed in agitation borne of on-the-job naughtiness.

When the orgasm tapered off and his penis merely drooled sticky dregs, Zoe fell back against Ryan's soft gut with a whimper. "Ah, oh my god, I don't... I can't remember the last time I..."

Ryan understood. "Shh," he coaxed, hugging Zoe close, "just cuddle on up, babe, and let someone else worry about cleaning up those rooms for once..."