Lazy, Rainy Sunday Morning

S.M. Wolf

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Story copyrighted by S.M. Wolf 2017. All rights reserved. This story may not be republished in part or in whole without the prior written approval of the author. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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I looked out at the rain and smiled. It looked like it was going to be a lazy, rainy Sunday morning, and I had some plans for it.

I went to the basement. There were several cages on one side. Inside was my collection of rabbits. Which one would it be today, I mused as I looked the does over?

My eyes settled on my latest acquisition. She was a shorthaired albino femfur rabbit with inviting hips. She was young and inexperienced, but she had considerable potential for the pleasures that I wanted this morning.

She cowered in the back of her cage as I opened the door.

“Walkies!" I said cheerfully as I stepped back.

She did not come out.

I frowned and asked a bit testily, “Would you prefer to be punished instead?"

The basement had a variety of items such as a whipping post to allow me to punish my errant does. Doing so in full sight of the other does added to the punishment and reinforced that I demanded their compliance with my wishes.

“No!" she cried as she scuttled out of her cage on all fours.

“Good," I said as I took her leash off the hook. “I have other plans this morning."

I snapped the lead onto her heavy black leather collar.

“Come!" I commanded her.

I led her upstairs and out onto the covered porch. She crawled the entire way. The rain was coming down hard. The sound was soothing.

I hitched her leash to the railing. She remained obediently in place on all fours, staring at the wooden deck.

I went to the deck box and opened it. Inside was a variety of sexual toys. This morning, I selected only a large jar of Vaseline. I placed it on a small table near the end of the porch and pulled back the straight-backed chair in front of it. Sitting in the chair, I would have a fine view of the rain falling on my gardens.

I returned to my albino doe. I could tell that she was apprehensive from the nervous twitching of her nose and drooping ears. I undid the leash and led her over to the chair. I removed my clothes, folded them and set them aside. The rainy morning had just a slight chill to it, but I had plans to fix that.

I sat down and looked downward at my doe. Her head was still bent, but I could hear an occasional sob coming from her.

“Sit on my lap," I told her. “Face away from me."

Very reluctantly, she rose and sat on my naked thighs. She did not meet my eyes while doing so, and I could hear more sobs coming from her as she took up her position.

I pulled her body back a bit so that my cock rested against the crack of her shapely ass. Her tail jerked as she felt my fleshy member touch her butt. I smiled, and my dick started to become erect.

I reached around my doe and pulled her knees open. Her calves rested outside of my legs. I opened my legs, and her legs were forced open wide. I heard and felt her loud sob. Her eyes were tightly closed now as well.

“Such a nice day for some lazy fun." I commented. She did not respond.

My right hand slipped around her body and began to rub her lower belly gently. She flinched and tried to move away, but I grabbed her with my left arm and held her in place.

“Please, Master!" she implored me around her crying. I could see tears starting to trail over her furred cheeks.

“Please what, Slave?" I asked teasingly as my hand moved lower. The tips of my fingers slipped into her snow-white pubic hair, and I stroked it.

“Please, no, Master!" she implored me as she started crying harder. It was obvious that she did not want my attentions.

“Ummm… No," I said as I pulled her body back against mine. Her eyes opened in surprise, and her gaze met mine for the first time. I could see the fear in her eyes. My left hand took hold of her chin and held her head facing me. I could see all the emotions playing out over her face.

My right hand moved further down her torso until I found her labia. She gave a small scream as I started to rub two fingers along the length of her pink nether lips. I smiled at the look of horror on her face. It was so delicious to play with slaves that were not yet jaded to my sexual attentions.

I played with her outer labia for several minutes. I could see the dread and repugnance in her eyes, but I also felt her nectar begin to trickle out of her slit as her body became aroused.

I spread her outer lips to expose her inner labia and vaginal slit. The cool morning air struck her hot, pink flesh, and she gave a small cry. I smiled and began to gently finger her. Her body jumped, and she asked, “Please, master, do not hurt me."

“I have absolutely no intention of hurting you," I told her. “That is why I got the Vaseline out."

Her eyes flicked to the unopened jar, and she swallowed audibly. No doubt, thoughts of how I would use that lubricant flashed through her mind.

I played with her pussy more. She closed her eyes and sobbed. Every so often, her sobs were interspersed with a moan as I stroked one of her more sensitive spots. I smiled as I forced her to sexual arousal.

When she was fully wet, I used my index and ring fingers to pull back her hood.

“Please, no…," she implored me, but I ignored her.

Very gently, I ran my middle finger over her exposed clit. Her body stiffened and started shaking as she felt the pleasure coming from her crotch. I went slow and tried to force it to last as long as possible, but still she came after only a few strokes of my finger. Her cries of orgasm were mixed with cries of humiliation as she was forced to climax by me.

I gave her soft belly rubs as I let her come back down. When she regained her senses, she asked, “Can I go back to my hutch, Master?"

“No," I told her. “You had your fun, but now it is time for mine."

Her wide-eyed stare was quite an aphrodisiac. She had some idea what was coming, but was not quite sure what it would be. In any case, she obviously did not want it.

“Hand me the Vaseline, Slave. Open it as well," I told her sweetly.

Reluctantly, she took the jar from the table and removed the top. She handed it to me with obvious trepidation.

“Now lean forward and place your elbows on the table," I instructed her.

Hesitantly, she did as told, but she kept looking back over her right shoulder at me to see what I would do.

I did not keep her in suspense. Her position exposed her tail hole to my attentions. I dipped my index finger into the petroleum jelly and pulled out a large glob. I smiled at her as I applied it to her pink anal rose. She jumped at my touch, and her mouth half-opened in fear. I just kept smiling as I pressed harder and slid my well-lubricated digit into her hot bottom. She made the most delectable cries as I wriggled my finger about in her steamy rectum.

I withdrew my finger after a few seconds of play. I used more Vaseline to grease my now fully erect penis. She watched raptly as I did so. The expression of mixed fear and desire was classic.

I tapped my knob and said, “Sit!"

“No, please, Master!: she whined.

“Sit!" I said sharply. “Or do you want to be forced to do so and then whipped alter?"

Tears streamed down her face, but she lifted her hips. Her ass hole found my shaft. She poised above my pink spire for several seconds, apparently deciding what she would do. With a sob, she lowered her hips.

I felt the pressure grow as she pressed her anus against my penis. My tip slowly opened her rear door. My knob haltingly slipped inside her rectum as she lowered her body onto my shaft. I grinned as inch after inch unhurriedly disappeared into her hot behind.

She was crying almost uncontrollably by the time that her furred rump pressed against my naked thighs. I did not particularly care. I was enjoying the feeling of her tight anus grabbing the base of my dick while the heat of her body radiated through the rest of my shaft. I just sat there basking in the sensations and watching the rain fall while I waited for her to calm some.

When she quieted some, I ordered her, “Bounce."

She looked back over her shoulder and asked in confusion, “Bounce?"

“Bounce up and down on my cock until I cum inside your butt," I told her.

She closed her eyes and dropped her head. It was obvious that she did not want to do this, but grudgingly, she placed her paws on my knees to steady herself. Her hips started to rise and fall slowly at first but with increasing tempo as her tail hole loosened some.

The downward thrusts of her hips were accompanied by at first sporadic whimpers and then a more sustained bawling as she was unwillingly forced to serve my sexual desires. They were occasionally punctuated with an involuntary gasp or moan as her body responded to the extreme sexual stimulation of my dick sliding in and out of her snug ass hole.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sound of the falling rain striking the leaves in the garden and the roof above us. I tried to block out the scent of her arousal mixed with the smells of the damp earth. Eventually, though, the physical stimulation proved too great. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled down hard. She cried out as she felt her ass cheeks slam into my body. With a grunt, I orgasmed. My hot seed shot from the tip of my penis and coated the interior of her bottom. I ground my hips against her furry behind and snarled as I held her tight against me and came.

At first, she wailed as she felt her violated butt filled by my cum, but then her own body responded to the feel of my jism within her. Her body convulsed, and she suddenly screamed as an intense orgasm took her. The sound of her ejaculate striking the deck boards mingled with that of the rain coming down for several seconds.

I held her down tightly until I finished climaxing. When I was done cumming, I did not withdraw. Instead, I left my cock in place and pulled her body back until she lay against my naked torso.

“Rest for now," I told her as I stroked her face and body. “We will have more fun shortly when I regain some strength. After all, I have nothing else to do this morning, and the rain will not be letting up any time soon."

She settled in my arms, and we sat there watching the rain. I continued to stroke her fur, and she calmed under the nearly hypnotic effects of the rain. I smiled and watched the passing shower with my arms wrapped around my doe.

This was the best way to pass a lazy, rainy Sunday morning.