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His business shirt was buttoned, tie tied, slacks on with belt buckled, and his dress shoes were polished. He was ready to head out. Only thing he had left to do was to give his girlfriend a goodbye kiss.

When he entered their bedroom, the curtains were drawn shut, and only the corner lamp gave any light. It cast a warm glow on the bed, himself, and most importantly, her.

A short fennec fox who sat completely and utterly naked on the thick layers of blankets of their mattress. Her digitigrade legs detracted nothing from her womanly curves, her thighs pressed together, hindpaws spread. Each of her delicate, clawed hands clasped her own sex, hiding it. Arching her back, the fennec proudly jut out her front assets toward him: two, perfectly palmable tits crowned by cute, perky nips peeking out from her soft fur. And speaking of her fur, what a coat she had. Copious and fine, it was a light tan all over her shapely body, except for her belly, lower jaw, and the tip of her bushy tail, which were white.

Being a relatively average human, he was beyond lucky to have scooped her up.

Her tail slinked side to side behind her. It moved with an air of confidence mixed with excitement. Hell, her entire countenance conveyed the same. But then there was her face; that adorable, feminine, breathtaking face. Her foxy features were at once soft and streamlined, with large black eyes, even larger canid ears, and a small little mouth and nose.

God, that mouth, he thought. She licked her chops, as if already in his head. Her tongue and fuzzy lips had coaxed so many orgasms from him, ones where he couldn't possibly stifle his moans, ones where his legs threatened to buckle. She was downright addicting.

The way she presented her body, squishing her boobs together, contrasted with her coy expression.

"See something you like, hun?" she asked. There was that voice, so light and easy on the ears.

"Yeah," he breathed, sensing a familiar stirring in his pants.

Goddammit, he thought. Not today, it couldn't be today. This was the one day he had to print reports for work, pick up groceries, and finally snag an appointment with his ever-elusive ophthalmologist. Who knew how many weeks it would be before he got another free day like this?

But below his apprehensions ran a sinfully carnal urge.

"Good." She tilted her head. "You look a little tense. You ok?" There was her kind sensibility, always sure to check on him, but obviously, this had a certain unique undertone. He knew how this was gonna go, and he was helpless to stop it.

"Babe. God, you're beautiful. But- I just can't. I really need today to run errands.. mean, you wouldn't believe how Marlin has been on my ass about these project reports, I can't go back to work tomorrow without 'em." As he spoke, his eyes lingered on her hands, his imagination attempting to uncover what lied behind them. He drank in her nice, shapely hips-

"Hun?" It snapped him out of his reverie.

"Huh?" A pang of guilt rang within as he realized he'd been caught staring.

She got up, and with slow, deliberate steps, approached him.

"Oh no. Baby, I really can't, I'm sorry." The words came out of his mouth, but his brain practically screamed the opposite.

In one smooth motion, she dropped to her knees and began unbuckling his pants.

"What're you-" by the time he'd gotten those words out, she'd made deft work of his slacks, pulling both them and his boxers down before planting a long, sloppy kiss on his half-erect cock.

She looked up at his awestruck face with knowing, mischievous eyes.

"You're pent up." She rubbed his bare thighs. "Lemme' take care of you." She accentuated her offer by nuzzling his balls, his hardening cock resting atop her snout.

Simply being exposed sent shivers through him, but that kiss? Those eyes? The proximity of her hot, wet maw? He was caving in, fast.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, he thought. He wanted to stuff his cock inside her, wanted to drain his balls down her gullet.

He shook his head. "Marlin'll kill me."

She chuckled, bringing her lips before his tip. Hot breaths painted his head, teasing him. All she had to do was open up.

"Can Marlin do anything about this?"

Kissing him again, her muzzle parted, taking in only the head while assaulting with swirls of her tongue.

"Haaah… oh god," he gasped.

It was just as warm as all the other times, her soft, cushiony, fox tongue steeping his nerves in pleasure. Pulling off, she left his head with a thin layer of saliva.

"You really don't want it?" She asked, rife with disappointment.

After just that simple taste, his cock was stiff as a board and raring to plunge itself back into a moist, warm place.

"You can say no," she continued. His desires and thoughts betrayed him.

What she did next was the final straw. Leaning back, she opened her maw wide, displaying her white, canid teeth, as well as her pink tongue and throat.

Lord-have-mercy, he was done. There was no way he could've said no. No man could have.

Fuck it, his brain thought for him. Without another word, he placed his cock on his girlfriend's tongue gawking at the sight of it all. A gorgeous fox like her, opening her maw for him, just asking to suck him dry.

She'd won, they both knew from the start that she would. And when she gingerly closed her muzzle on him, it was only sealing his fate. Immediately her tongue began to stroke up and down the underside of his length, teasing his delivering vein, his rock-hard shaft being massaged by soft maw. Against the cushy, sensitive skin of his tip, he felt the ridges of the roof of her mouth ad he was pushed them. His legs tensed and his hands shot to her head, trying to hang on to something, anything.

Her maw was so good. He moaned out loud, leaving shame by the wayside. She pressed her nose against his shaven groin, taming him as fat as she could, whimpering. It was like she was desperate to taste more of him. He felt himself just barely dig into the tight entrance of her throat, her canine muzzle easily accommodating his human cock.

She just kept staring at him as she worked, watching his face reveal every bit of bliss he was enduring.

This is so damn hot. Everything about her is so hot.

And just when he thought it couldn't get better, she started to bob her head, her lips suckling as they pulled up on his cock, a sheen left on his exposed shaft. When nothing more than his bellend remained wedged between her foxy lips, she took him back in. Not once did her tongue lay idle, instead, it explored him endlessly, encircling his sensitive crown, curling around the middle and root of his cock, jerking him off with that dextrous muscle even as she bobbed on him. Her tits wobbled with each motion. They were nice. She was pure eye-candy.

He watched each time his cock sank between her lips, where it belonged. Occasionally, too much saliva would build, and the sultry fox would slurp noisily, only adding to the painfully blissful suction.

She moaned into him, something between a purr and a growl, the vibrations tangible, making his toes curl.

His hips thrust forward, unable to resist the temptation to have more, to slide himself against her wet maw. He was only able to make shallow, jittery humps, but she smiled around her mouthful nonetheless. Grabbing his hips, she tugged, encouraging this new development.

The fact that she was indulging him was almost as hot as the sensation of her audibly sucking his most sensitive organ.

God, it was warm. A perfect haven for his heat-spoiled cock.

"F- fuck," he groaned. "How… how are you so good?" he wondered aloud. Her eyes spoke for her, their darkness easy to get lost in. He could see the enjoyment she got from his reactions, spurring her to get even more, to work him more diligently.

His loins were boiling over, the euphoric build-up of his inevitable orgasm reaching its precipice. He had to let her know. He wanted to do it in her maw.

"Babe, I'm gonna- hmph!" He stopped when she suddenly hilted him once more, forcefully pulling his hips against her muzzle. But then she began to knead him between her jaws. He felt no teeth, only the wet insides of her mouth, electric friction on his skin. Simultaneously, she swallowed around his tip, constricting it, the nerves of his crown drowning in heaven sensation. She knew.

Before he could even warn her, his cock throbbed, his testes tightening as he unloaded down her throat. Her tongue massaging all throughout, rope after salty rope of his cum adorned her esophagus. Never when he masturbated were his loads so intense or voluminous; it felt like she was sucking the soul right out of him.

His head spun, jetted up into the clouds and onto a plane of ecstasy.

When he came back down, his vision refocusing, he was greeted with the sight of her slowly letting his cock slip from her mouth. Her lips dragged over his too-sensitive skin, causing slight discomfort. It was well worth it, however, to see her finish by kissing his cockhead deeply, breaking off with an exaggerated mwah! A string of thick saliva connected her lips to his tip.

Her grin was as indulgent as it was genuine and affectionate. His cock was coated with fox saliva, but nothing else, she hadn't wasted a drop of his essence.

Ravenous, he thought.

"Better?" she asked, hand coddling his spent dick. His mouth agape, breathless, he nodded.

"Good. How long until you're ready again?"

His eyes widened. If anything could be said about his girlfriend, it was that she was a sweetheart and a nymphomaniac.