Slow Ride
_Toonces, the Driving Cat, the Cat Who Could Drive a Car
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"Sir!" the bunny exhaled in exasperation as his cheeks flushed a crimson red, looking up from where he'd sunken into the plush leather chair. "We... we... we can't do this here!" His eyes turned back to the door, which was closed to prevent any prying eyes, yet hadn't been latched shut so that a stiff breeze might blow it open. His eyes turned back to his boss, an older skunk, the dark, imposing figure cast in sharp relief to the bright white shades of the wall. But the bunny's boss seemed to pay no mind to what the bunny said. He climbed into the bunny's seat, his knees sinking into the soft cushion much more than the bunny's slight figure had. The bunny could only moan a faint, exasperated kind of groan as the skunk placed a burly hand between the floppy ears, tousling the skittish bunny's soft, white hair.
"What am I going to do, fire me?" the skunk asked, the bulging package tight up against the bunny's nose. The pants tented obscenely, the skunk's package struggling to escape. "I've done this a lot more times than you can imagine, sonny. My professional advice," the skunk smirked, "is that you just relax." He unbuckled his Italian leather belt, unbuttoned his pressed slacks, and let his fat black cock flop out half-hard in front of the bunny's nose.
The bunny, frozen and trapped in the expensive chair, would no longer wonder where the skunk got the confidence to close on those multi-million dollar deals. The dark cock arced under the strain of its own weight, hanging heavy in front of the bunny's nose like an Inquisition candle, pre dripping from the freed cock like hot wax. The skunk's musk filled and burned the bunny's lungs, heady and masculine, imposing a striking sense of guilty lust in the bunny that boiled up into his light head from his churning stomach. The bunny writhed in his position, putting up a show of resistance, but unable to pry his eyes from the dark, dripping head before him, or the pair of round nuts stuffed into the taut, furry black sack like golf balls in a coin purse. The bunny, so slight in size, couldn't see past the imposing, well-built figure. He looked up, around the hanging cock, into the dark eyes looming like a foreboding challenge. "One taste, bunny," the skunk intoned in a husky voice, "that's all anyone ever needs."
A drop of warm pre fell onto the bunny's nose, making the small man whimper, his eyes shutting and brow furrowing. He opened them again, the fat dick still hanging there, the skunk patient and waiting. He pressed his face against it, felt the warmth of the skunk's member against his cheek, huffed the intoxicating scent of his masculinity. Images of the door flying open rushed through his mind in a million different scenarios, each time pushed open by the hand of a different person who would be shocked to see him in such a compromising position: The secretary, one of his gold buddies, his Mom... and with those thoughts of discovery he became acutely aware of his own cock pressing against his pants, making a damp, dark circle, egging him on to accept the skunk's challenge. He whimpered. He writhed and whimpered and wrangled with warring emotions of lust and confusion.
"Just one lick," he told himself. "Just one little lick, that'll be all you need." And so he did it. He stuck his tongue out gave the cock a lick. A long, slow, wide lick from the base of the shaft that grew rougher the closer he grew to the tip of the head, leaving his tongue burning with the sharp, sour taste of man and screaming out for more.
With a feeble gasp, the bunny lunged at the cock and stuffed the fat meat into his mouth. The taste of the skunk's juice burst onto his tongue like a drop of ink in a clear glass of water, created an immediate and beautiful image in his head, so distinct and alluring. He slurped, sucked it in, worked it deeper into his throat, the taste of the skunk spreading over his tongue, permeating through his muzzle in the sense of a kind of dull tingle, working itself through the stem of his brain and down his spine, and finally into his tensing cock, which pulsed and fought against its cloth cage.
The skunk pushed his cock into the bunny's maw slowly, with a kind of expert precision and understanding of the bunny's limits, keeping him on the edge of gagging or coughing until his nuts rested on the bunny's chin. The bunny's enthusiasm grew slowly, his lips wrapping tightly around the meat, the tongue wagging and rolling at first slowly like a waking beast. The bunny groaned low, lazy moans of satisfaction that vibrated against the skunk's cock. The bunny grabbed the skunk's thick thighs now, fistfuls of dark fur in his dainty hands, meeting the skunk's slight thrusts and burying his nose in the wiry pubes at the base of the cock. The dark manhood suddenly slipped from the bunny's lips. He lunged forward instinctively, only to feel a hand grab him by the ears and push him back against the chair. He moaned and whined, writhing to break free of the grasp and lean forward again, the skunk holding him there only long enough for the bunny to become conscious of his doleful whines, his shameless lust, and a blush surfaced on his cheeks. The skunk let go of the embarrassed bunny, who shed whatever shame he felt and lunged again for the fat rod, hungry still for another taste.
The cock slipped from the bunny's lips again, the bunny moaning at the thought of the cruel game being played again, though this time the skunk's burly paws scooped the slight frame up, and turned the twitching bunny over. The same expert hands quickly unbuckled unbuttoned and unzipped the bunny's semi-soaked pants, pulling them off with rough impatience to display two white, luscious globes beneath a perky tail. The skunk stood behind the bunny, letting his cock grind in the cleft between the two plump cheeks. He kneaded the bunny's ass with a kind of expert eye, as if he weren't just pleasuring himself in the feel of malleable flesh in his paws, but was gauging them to know exactly the kind of treatment the cheeks could handle. His hands spread the cheeks, and the skunk painted the tight button-hole with his tongue, feeling a tremor of shock shoot through the bunny's body as he did. The bunny squealed in light-headed surprise as the tongue sunk into him, just the tip at first, which emerged soon enough to tease the bunny, circling the sensitive hole, squirming against it. The skunk played the bunny's reactions like a dirty ventriloquist, quickly learning what flip of the tongue would make the bunny moan, what swirl would make him squeal, or what lick could make the dangling dick pulse and a hearty groan pour from the bunny's lips. And when he had noted and practiced all those reactions, he sunk his tongue in deep, real deep, letting the wiggling muscle curl and slither through the bunny's body. The bunny lost control of his body at the alien sensation of the tongue curling inside him; he dug his fingers into the leather, bit his lips, shut his eyes tight, curled his toes. "You're a virgin, eh?" the skunk said, wiping a little spit from his chin. The bunny tried to stammer an answer, his head too light to think straight. "I've been around long enough to know, sweet cheeks," he said, embedding the sensation of a wink into his voice, before sinking his tongue into the eager ass one more time.
With a firm slap on the ass, the skunk lifted himself from the bunny's slick hole, and plopped his fat cock down on the cleft of the perfect cheeks. "You ready for a nice rough fuck?" the skunk asked, smiling wide, his hands holding the bunny by the rump. The bunny didn't answer, seeing rightly that a nice rough fuck was probably inevitable regardless of the skunk's decency to ask. The black cock, still slick with the bunny's spit, grinded against the tight hole. The head pressed against the button, feigning a plunge, making the bunny shuffle in the chair and an anxious moan rise in his throat.
The skunk plied the cheeks apart, and pushed gingerly against the virgin hole. The bunny moaned, and the skunk stopped. The skunk pushed again, this time a little rougher, the fat head square against the unyielding hole. The bunny gave a short, startled cry, and the skunk stopped. The skunk pushed again, pressing his hips forward, slow and steady, patiently waiting for the bunny's unused ass to wrap around his plump member. The bunny shouted something indistinct, his breath shallow and quick, and the skunk stopped. The boss lifted the bunny up by the scruff of his neck, grabbed him by the shoulders, and pumped his cock with one powerful motion to sink it finally into the resisting ass. The hole squeezed against his shaft, and the bunny's throat erupted with urgent, sharp cries. The skunk's dick sunk relentlessly deeper, slowly but surely, as the bunny groaned and moaned. The bunny's cock pulsed, the rod stiff and straight, his whole body tensing against the invasion. The skunk abridged the last inch with a hearty thrust, slapping his long-hanging, heavy nuts against the bunny's which held close to his body.
The skunk pumped the bunny's ass, his paws spreading the cheeks to allow bold, deep thrusts, slow and methodical. The skunk fucked the bunny as if he had nothing to prove, with a kind of leisurely indulgence of a man who's earned the right to fuck such a nice ass, and has no reason to think it won't be there again in the future. He withdrew his mighty dick to the head, then pumped it deep into the bunny's guts, eliciting an overwhelmed grunt of lustful pleasure each time. Every few pumps, he'd dig his fingers into the bunny's shoulders, and pump him quickly, deeply, letting his balls slap against the bunny's nuts. "That's a tight ass," the skunk said matter-of-factly, as if commenting on the taste of an expensive wine. He leaned forward, nibbling on the bunny's neck, dwarfing the much smaller man with his bulk.
Patience, patience, patience. The skunk fucked the bunny for awhile with incredible patience, a kind of expertise, really. He fed the bunny rations of cock, plunged only just enough, just hard enough, just deep enough, to keep the bunny panting and moaning. The bunny's cock pulsed, teased into hypersensitivity by the methodical thrusts, as if the skunk were chipping away at marble. If the bunny had expected a rough fuck, a tumultuous pounding of his virgin ass, he was pleasantly surprised by the decidedly measured, paced thrusts the skunk fed him.
The skunk directed the bunny's emotions and sensations like a masterful conductor pacing easily through the measures of a symphony. The slight, effete body seemed to vibrate like a plucked string, and his face was flushed pink, a hot red blush filtered through soft white fur. The racing of unanswered thoughts was seen on the bunny's face, in the turned-down ears and gently quivering whiskers. The skunk would push himself tortuously slow into the hot hole, grinding his cock against spots the bunny was now finding to be inhumanly sensitive. It was almost as if the skunk were only experimenting, partaking in an intellectual curiosity, the way he demonstrated a complete lack of insurgency. He would push firm and slow against a tender spot, stop with his dick buried to the hilt and lick his lips in satisfaction of the way this angle, this spot, this speed made the bunny squirm in just the way he did. Then he'd do it again, and again, each time the bunny driven more mad with an overpowering lust, his cock stiff and dripping.
"Harder..." the bunny begged, forcing out the words between long, soulful moans of rapt pleasure.
"Now now bunny, patience is a virtue..." the skunk would insist, using his cock not like a blunt club but like a fine instrument. He would tease the bunny, dig his fingers into the little man's shoulders and suddenly, decisively, plow his fat cock under the twitching tail.
"I'm- I'm going to cum!" the bunny promised, feeling his cock pulse, his nuts tingle, his insides churn and bubble, his head float and swim. But before he could, the skunk would burrow his cock deep into the ass and, having plumbed a new spot to focus on, would revert to his previous scheme. "Oh God-" the bunny said through clenched teeth, "I need it, please, please, just give it to me a little harder, and don't stop until I cum" but the skunk would only give him one quick, rushed thrust, like a shot of morphine, enough to shut the bunny up and make his cock bounce and spit a wad of pre, but nothing more.
The bunny felt trapped in his own body. Every nerve wanted to jump through his skin, every muscle shook until it seemed twice its size, and pangs of scalding pleasure pulsed through the effete, exasperated body. If the bunny furrowed his brow, if he ground his teeth, if he laid his ears back, if he scratched and pawed at the leather chair, if he tried to will his overloaded cock to spurt its heavy burden, he only made his situation worse. He sputtered and jerked in place like a broken toy, and all the while his demure boss simply humped, humped, humped.
Through the raucous cacophony of sounds, scents, and sensations, all of which formed a kind of noiseless roar of tumult inside his body and his mind, the bunny was hardly aware that his cock was now leaking this pearly cum, the backed-up load pouring out without the joyous feeling of release. No triumphant gushes, no euphoric pangs, the skunk merely pounded at the bunny's knob to milk the weak-kneed subordinate. The bunny moaned such sustained, lustful cries, so as to almost break your heart. The skunk let a dollop of the bunny's sweet seed fall into his fingers, and held it to the bunny's lips, who sampled it tentatively, tasting it first, then slurping the warm load into his tongue.
The skunk wiped his sticky paw on the bunny's back, then bent further over, and, to the sound of a startled cry of consummate relief from the beaten bunny, started to drive his cock deep and fast into the quivering man. He abandoned his conductor's stand and adopted the metaphor of the victorious athlete, taking his victory lap, plowing recklessly into the ass he had so dutifully and expertly worked to its fullest possibilities. His heavy nuts now slapped against the bunny's as he grunted, quietly, in a kind of lewd self-satisfaction.
Joyous shouts erupted from the bunny's throat as his cock shook with violent tremors and, after a few more heartbreaking false-starts, gritted his teeth and exploded with violent bursts of thick cream, powerful jets of cum that splattered against the leather chair like fat, white bugs against a windshield. The bunny swam in that ecstatic feeling, hardly aware that at the same time the skunk was coolly, with sublime gratification, pouring his load deep into the bunny's hole.
The skunk pulled out and slapped his slick cock against the two beautiful cheeks again before sitting back on his desk to admire the scene: the drained bunny collapsed backward on the chair, his body limp but heaving gently under deep, labored breaths.
"And when you're ready," the skunk's voice flowed like melted chocolate, "I'm going to need everything in the Johnson folder copied." He grabbed his mug from the desk and sipped, smiling as he surveyed the damage he'd caused. "No rush, though."