Wet Before Work (4)
#55 of Commissions by Gruffy
Wet before Work
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i can't believe I had these lying around for this long. For Sanmer of course!
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Phil woke up early, a prospect that seemed especially unpleasant on that particular morning, since as soon as he opened his eyes, he faced the gently smiling rubbery face of Swift, the mysterious, magical plush he had...befriended over the weekend. Now it was Monday, and his strangely and newly supernatural life was going to take a remarkable mundane and unarcane turn.
It was time to get to get work.
Phil groaned softly and blinked hard, moving enough that the plushie under arm stirred and opened his eyes, looking at his master with a smile...and blinking a couple of times, as if mimicking the human's expressions. Phil couldn't help but grin, too, and squeeze the cute, slippery otter against himself, feel the oddly cool, but strangely living rubbery plush gently undulate in his grip.
"Good morning!" the otter squeaked cheerfully.
"Morning," Phil huffed.
Otter's webbed paws gripped his neck and he wriggled himself up a little so that he could kiss the human's lips. Phil enjoyed the slightly ticklish feeling, and even though the kiss was slightly cool, it was somewhat wet, and tasted of the human's own juices...the otter apparently kept everything inside himself that was put in there, which meant that the otter's muzzle tasted of...hmm...human products, Phil noticed with a soft blush over his youthful features.
"Hmmmm..." the otter smirked after the kiss, not forgetting to lick his human lover's lips, "I know what I want for breakfast..."
Phil gave the wanton plushie a soft nudge on his chest and rolled to his back on the bed before sitting up. He stretched a little and yawned again, and scratched his belly, above his slowly filling out boner. The otter's proposal hadn't gone all wasted...he was tempted to grab it...or just ask the otter to do something...but he knew that there was probably not a lot of time.
"Yeah," he said, looking off his side to the otter who was sitting cutely on the bed, completely with his perpetually erect cock poking out of a smooth sheath, "I'd love to, but I gotta get to work."
"What's work?" the otter blinked.
Phil chuckled.
"You're joking, right?"
The otter appeared innocent enough. Phil scratched the side of his head and frowned a little, thinking about how to best explain it to the strange creature sharing his bed.
"Work is that you go to your job, and do stuff there, and you get paid for it," he said.
"Jobs?" the otter giggled. "Like blowjobs I give to you?"
Phil felt his cheeks heat up, and his cock twitched against his belly, plumping up with blood.
"Uhhh...a bit different," he said, "there are some people who have sex for...uh...work...but that's not what I do, no...hah, hell no..."
The otter blinked.
"But it's fun...it could be a good...work..." the otter mused.
"Well maybe for you, little dude, but not for me," Phil chuckled almost nervously, "No, I work at the Marinaland, down in the harbour."
"What's that?" the otter asked ever so curiously.
"Uh...it's an amusement park," Phil replied, "It's where people go to have fun."
"Like when we have fun?" the otter winked, which looked so strange...but funny.
"Uh, not that kind of fun, you tend to go to a different kind of a place for that," Phil explained, "it's a family place, you know...families come in with kids, and now that's it's summer, there's always a lot..."
"So they get paid for it?" Swift suggested.
"No!" Phil almost groaned. "Uh...no...no, they pay us so that they can have fun at the park, and then I get money for keeping the park running."
"You have to do a lot of running?" the otter sounded astonished.
"Why do you have to take everything so literally?" Phil huffed.
"Sorry," the otter scooted close to the naked boy and rubbed his quick paws over his side and shoulder, "It's all just so very new and fascinating for me, I just don't know where to start."
"It's alright," Phil nudged the otter, and rubbed the top of his head, which Swift seemed to like," I do a lot of different jobs there. Whatever I'm needed to at the moment, but mostly I do maintenance work. On the trees and the other gardening jobs, and fixing the attractions...and stuff..."
"Sounds fun!" the otter grinned as he bounced off the bed and landed smoothly onto the floor. "I'll just go and find my robe and we'll go!"
Phil coughed, even as he got a good look of the otter's cute, brown butt he'd visited so many times over the weekend.
"Uhm...I don't think so," he muttered.
The otter stopped at the doorway, naked and curiously peering back at the seated human, his cock distractingly standing upright from his groin.
"What is it?"
"Uh..." Phil felt embarrassed again, "you do realize that you're...a bit weird?"
"What does that mean?" the otter asked.
"Well..." Phil felt helpless, how could he explain it all to someone who appeared as innocent as Swift..."well, you remember how I reacted when you came alive?"
"Of course I do!" the otter bounced on his footpaws. "You fainted!"
"Yes...that's because I never saw anything magical before, not truly, anyway," Phil detailed, "and...and it was a bit of a shock for me...like you said."
"I thought it was cute," the otter giggled, "you all sleepy like that..."
"Well, not everyone might react the same," Phil said, "some might get really scary, and start asking questions...they might think you're...dangerous, somehow..."
"Me?" the otter gasped. "But I don't even have claws!"
"Uh, I know..." Phil rubbed the back of his neck, feeling it prickle from embarrassment, "but the thing is, you...you can't the apartment. It'd be too weird for people to see you wandering around the streets...especially naked..."
"Well I can put on the robe..."
"It's not just that," Phil huffed, "It's that people don't'...they'd think that something really weird is happening, and they might angry or something..."
It seemed that the otter wasn't buying it...at least, then Phil finally got an idea, and grinned.
"And there's one more thing, too," he said.
"Which is that?" the otter requested.
"Well, friends aren't allowed at work," Phil remembered to pout, to show that he was sad that the otter couldn't come to work with him, "It just isn't how it works. You are supposed to go to work, and then you go home and meet friends there."
"Awww...but you'll be so lonely out there without me to give you cuddles!" the otter snorted. "Or do fun stuff with you..."
Phil couldn't help it, his cock was fully hard already, standing erect and throbbing...and he knew that the otter was looking at it...there was nothing he could do to hide it...
"I know, I know," he mumbled, "but that's just how it goes...but I will come back around five, after I finish work..."
"How long is that?" the otter questioned.
"Uhh...about eight, nine hours?"
"But that's one third of a day!" the otter yelped.
"I know, but I'll leave you with fun stuff!" Phil promised. "I'll put the TV on, and I'll open the computer and log in so that you can go to internet and stuff..."
"Your password is Phil492B," the otter replied. "I saw you type it down four times already!"
Phil frowned at the sudden invasion of privacy, but then again, what could you expect from a supernatural otter sex plush? The dude coughed briefly and shook his head, but he was smiling still.
"So, you know what do to when I'm out," he said, "and when I come home, then we can do stuff together!"
Swift bounced across the floor and landed onto Phil's lap, his butt wriggling against the boy's cock while his paws tried to grip onto the human's sides. Phil, surprised as he was, grabbed the squirming plush and briefly considered bushing him off himself...but once he felt the nice, slippery, oddly rubbery skin of the otter's butt rub on his sensitive meat, he just didn't have to heart to even try anymore. It felt too nice, and the otter was smiling so cheekily...and rubbing him like that...oh, it was too tempting.
"Yeah, we could..." Phil mused, "maybe take a shower together...I like a good shower after work..."
"Oh, please!" Swift yelped. "That sounds so much fun!"
Phil kissed the otter quickly and smiled some more, hoping to assure the otter that staying at home for the day wouldn't be such a bad thing at all. Though now he was wondering how he could wait for so long without feeling completely horned up all day...the otter was such a turn-on, strange as he was, but still...he just couldn't get enough of sex with his new plushie, it was simply too addictive...weird, but so very, very catching.
So maybe...
"Well...there's no reason we can't have some fun before work too..." Phil spoke, smiling and rubbing the otter's sides, "it's a good way to relax for work..."
The otter's eyes seemed to light up.
"Really?"
"Oh yes," Phil winked, his hands slipping down to cup the otter's firm, squishy plushie rump, "I think so...I think so very much..."
The otter seemed to take the hint, for he was wriggling his ass more firmly against Phil's erection, really rubbing it properly and making the human's heart race...flushed all over his pale body and feel more full of energy...his previous tiredness being quickly wiped away by the naughty otter.
"Yaaay!" the otter giggled.
Phil let out a near-growl and carefully lifted the otter off himself and set him onto the bed, and then rolled into a kneeling position, one hand falling to stroke his cock.
"Why don't you grab that pillow and lay on it like we did yesterday, and I'll fuck your butt?" he stated in not unclear terms.
"Uhhh...kinky!" the otter winked as he grabbed the big pillow with both of his paws and moved it to the centre of the bed before he flopped down over it, face down and his butt up in the air, his tail waving from side to side and highlighting his cute rump.
Phil let out another sexy grunt and moved closer, aiming his hard, slightly curved dick down while he shuffled closer to the brown-skinned plushie. His forbidden hole was visible between his ass cheeks, still looking as tight as ever even after being taken so roughly so many times by the passionate boy. He just couldn't resist it...maybe the otter had more magic that he let on...something to make him crave for the otter-butt without a pause. Phil was almost glad that he would have to go to work...at least his cock and balls would get a quick brake from stuffing the otter, even now splayed in front of him.
"Yeah...I'll do it really nice and hard and quick..." Phil promised once he hunched close and pushed his cock under the otter's tail, "leave you wanting some more..."
"Hmmm...a lot more..." Swift moaned, shuffling his butt from side to side to rub his rubbery hole against the boy's warm, hot cock, poised to plunge in.
Phil let out a manly grunt of his own when he shoved about half of his shaft into the otter's squishy tunnel, pushing through the slickness he'd put there before, shooting his load into the otter, and then some...having licked it, too...now he went straight in, and the tunnel grabbed at him, suckling him right into its mysterious depths.
"Aahhhh...so nice!"
Phil flopped over the otter, on all fours over him, practically, belly rubbing against the otter's back while his hips became flush with the plushie's rump. He began to thrust almost immediately, fucking in and out of the wet opening, its squishy sounds and the otter's squeaks filling the bedroom, as well as the springs of the bed singing their own tune and adding to the music of sex. Phil might've been a virgin only a couple of days previously, but now he was acting like a proper stud, pumping his pale ass back and forth while taking the otter's rear hard and fast. He wasn't sure if this was how you treated a lover properly, but the otter never complained, and only seemed to like when it happened harder...so he'd give as much, his cock sliding into the glove-like grip, bottoming out and then coming out again, through that wonderful gripping suction of the otter's hole.
"Uhhh...fuck me, Philip, fuck me, fill me, hard!" the otter slurred hot dirty talk while his body bounced under the panting boy's rapid thrusting into his rubbery rump.
"Fuck...yeah!" Phil panted, biting his teeth, his face almost down on the pillows in front of him while he made a mess out of his bed, fucking the otter as hard and fast as he could. His thighs and his ass were almost starting to hurt...he felt like he was out of shape, or maybe he hadn't simply exercised those muscles so much before, so this was as new to his body as it was in general...just something he had to get used to...and fast, with such an insatiable partner as the otter...
"Yes...fuck me hard with your big cock, Phil, take me!"
Phil bit the otter's nearest ear, which made a strange noise, like squeezing Styrofoam or something, enough to make him feel weird inside his brain, briefly, but it was rapidly overshadowed by the warm, hot sensations coursing through his belly while he pounded the plushie. He knew he wasn't going to last long, and he said as much...muttering a few curses while he hammered the otter's ass, balls smacking onto his rubbery taint, until there was nothing more and he unloaded in a series of hot moans and spurts of man-cream into the otter's warm butt.
"Hmmmmmmmm..." Swift moaned happily as he felt himself become filled, finally getting his favourite sensation again, while the human appeared almost incoherent on top of him.
Phil rested for a few moments before he dared to move again, looking at the otter and the happily messy hole he left once he gingerly pulled out his recently cummed dick. His entire shaft and tip were covered in his juice and looked so nasty...he knew that he needed an urgent morning shower before work, now.
"Wow..." he panted...already wondering how he could spend the entire day without such a relief.
The otter crooned happily against his big pillow.
"Hmmmmmmmm..."