By Day One Way, By Night Another - Chapter Three -
Story by Cederwyn Whitefurr on SoFurry
Ashtail is sent her first - customer - of the evening, a human man, who she comes to realise, his expectations for what he wants from her...is unexpercted and not what she was thinking...
By Day One Way, By Night Another
Chapter Three,
© Cederwyn Whitefurr,
18th September, 2017,
All Rights Reserved.
Ashtail swallowed, then her training took over and she nuzzled at the man, leaning back on her tail and placing her leathery pads on his belly, before she pushed him backwards and he sat on the bed. She crept closer, remaining in her crouched position, as she timidly licked his thighs and he grunted, before he gripped her ears gently and pulled her head up to look into her eyes.
“Don't bite..." He admonished her sternly.
Ashtail winced at the ear tugging, they were sensitive after all, then she snorted and blinked once, before managing a weak nod. He released her ears, then Ashtail brushed her furred cheeks against his thighs, getting him to spread his legs apart, as she tenderly placed her paws either side of his penis down near the base, then after a moment of thoughtful gazing, she began to lick from the base to the tip, swirling her tongue over the slit and back down again, feeling him groaning and trembling. Moment after moment, she licked and nuzzled, feeling his breathing growing ragged and more aroused, as she smiled and tenderly pulled it towards her muzzle as she swallowed and stretched her mouth wide and eased his impressive member into her muzzle, closing her lips around it and forming a tight seal.
“Oh..." He gasped, as he caressed her ears and neck, quivering in undeniable pleasure. “I had no idea - “
Ashtail looked up from the top of her eyes, before she closed them and lowered her muzzle, taking about half his length into her muzzle, soft tongue flickering and swirling as she suckled happily, her paws holding it firmly, claws clicking one at a time, as she flexed and relaxed them, seeking to please her customer as she best knew how.
For fifteen minutes, Ashtail used her strong throat muscles and tongue, but apart from a few abortive spurts of pre down her throat, she was to be denied the flood of his semen she was expecting, and secretly, she was thankful for not receiving. He grunted, then placed his hand on her neck, and Ashtail froze, before she lifted her head – it being a safe gesture all clients were taught to use on the feral's.
“No, my dear, sweet Doe...that's not what I wanted from you, as pleasant as it is – truly – you've got a wonderfully gifted tongue and muzzle, no...I paid for your services, and whilst so far, they're exemplary...I'd...like to try something."
Ashtail blinked, tilting her head to the side, as she crouched obediently and respectfully, then awaited her instructions. He moved aside, then pet the bed before she climbed up onto it and splayed her fingers out, using her long feet and heavy tail to maintain her balance.
“May I?" He asked, as he touched her back.
Ashtail grunted and nodded, before she understood what he wanted, and lay down, then shivered as he rolled her onto her back.
He's going to mount me..._Ashtail's mind moaned. _He's so large and...can I take him, without crying?
As if sensing her fear, he smiled and shook his head slowly.
“sweety, as much as I would like to...mate you like that, no, its not what I paid for, now, you trust me – right?" He asked, as he stroked her chin gently, gazing into her eyes.
Ashtail swallowed, it was instinctive, then she nodded twice, before he stretched her out on her back, folding her long legs out, feeling her quiver as he tensed the tendons in them. Carefully, he straddled her chest, then Ashtail blinked as he slid two fingers under the tight pouch muscles and tugged at it. Ashtail shuddered, this time more noticeably, but her contract stipulated she had to do what was asked of her – and she consciously relaxed the muscles holding her pouch closed. He grunted in pleasure and slipped first one hand inside the velvety depths, then another, before his fingers found and caressed her teats.
Ashtail grunted and bucked, unable to help herself, as the pleasure of that light touch electrified her senses, then she blinked as she felt him take himself in one hand – then push his penis into her pouch.
“Oh, that feels good – now, tighten those muscles little doe, nice and tight ,make me feel it!" He grunted.
Ashtail swallowed again, before she blinked a fearful tear from her eyes and obeyed, squeezing her pouch muscles tighter and tighter across the base of his penis until he grunted and moaned in pleasure.
“Beautiful...everything I imagined it would be..." He rasped, before he started rocking on his hips, sliding his penis out of her pouch, then holding his hands in such a way, as the thin fur and flesh was gripped tight as he pushed his way back in, feeling the resistance of his palms against her fur.
Ashtail was nauseous, she couldn't deny the emotion or upset in her stomach, knowing he wasn't wearing a condom – and what would happen sooner, rather than later, if his scent was anything to go by.
He began thrusting harder and harder, making her pouch begin to ache unbearably, as he pouch fucked her – there was no other way to describe it – he gripped her pouch tightly, one hand above the other, as he would dismount and lift the pouch opening upwards, then plunge back inside her, his fingers tightening with every thrust.
“Amazing...beautiful..." He gasped, as he intensified his thrusts, soon bucking against her pouch with a strong, forceful thrust that made her gasp every time, her fingers curling against the bed covers, the pain he was causing her unnoticed, as she suppressed it deep inside her and acted like she had always had humans or anthro's do this to her – even though it was her first time.
For fifteen minutes, he bred her in this strange and unpleasant way – at least for Ashtail – before he began to gasp and tremble, then she squealed as he bucked and drove himself deep into her pouch and began ejaculating, the hot sticky semen spattering the velvety, fur-less interior and getting smeared all over as he grunted and sweated, before at last he finished and rolled off her, laying on his back and panting.
“Incredible...absolutely...incredible..." He moaned softly, the stench of his sweat and arousal making Ashtail want to gag, but she suppressed the urges and rolled onto her side, then began licking his face and neck adoringly, almost as if she was thanking him for this experience – whereas she was sickened and felt disgust, knowing she would take a while to clean her pouch before her next client.
He stood, then dressed himself, before turning around and giving her a smile, before he approached and lifted her head up and kissed her muzzle, before ruffling her ears.
“You were everything they promised little Doe...thank you..."
Ashtail grunted and nuzzled at him, feeling his semen cooling in the slickness of her pouch, but she had to maintain her facade of loyal companion, friendly, open and honest, when inside she craved a wet cloth and a dry towel to clean herself. As she watched him leave, she flattened her ears and curled up on the bed, trembling and sobbing quietly, sickened to her core, but her contract was inviolate – she had to please, and please she obviously had done...
With a shudder, she forced herself to stop sobbing in self-loathing and disgust, before she hardened her heart and knew what had to be done. Laying with her back against the bed head, she curled her spine until she could breathe – just – then she squeezed her eyes tightly closed and slipped her muzzle into her pouch. Using her tongue, she began bathing the leathery pouch, licking at the semen and swallowing it, her dewlaps curling back in displeasure.
Whilst Ashtail didn't mind it when a client ejaculated down her throat – as they often asked her to orally pleasure them – at least she could easily swallow, but this unnatural position, it was difficult and started to cause her upper back to ache. Carefully, she used her claws to grip at her pouch, holding it as open as she could manage, whilst she used her tongue to lick it clean from top to bottom, before she pulled her head back out and shuddered, using her leather paw pads to wipe away any traces off her muzzle and cheeks, before she swallowed and shuddered, leaning back against the headboard and staring up at the ceiling before she rolled over onto her side, easing the aching tendons and leg muscles, her mind wandering and wondering, what the next client would be...and what they would desire from her...
To Be Continued...