Zophie Behind Glass
There's a new dancer down at the Show-N-Tail, a muscled Hare who goes by the name Jack Hammer. Zophie's supposed to be meeting her boyfriend after work, but when he texts he's running late Jack convinces her to join him for some private fun. Turns out the room they chose is one of the Private Show Booths, and the guy on the other side of the glass is her Boyfriend. How will he react? What is she going to do? More importantly, what is Wayne going to order them to do?
Mom has a new dancer down at the Show-N-Tail, a male Hare Zoeanthrope that dances under the name Jack Hammer. Yeah, real original name there fella. He's been real popular with the customers, especially since he's willing to do sex work as well as dance. He's come down to the shop, where I work, a couple of times to stock up on stuff his customers want, and my co-workers have just gushed over him. Not me. I'm not into Beastmen so I haven't really paid attention to his muscles, or bright blue eyes, or easy smile, or even the bulge in his pants. (And I certainly didn't look when he strolled in here naked, his pink cock swinging with each step. Nope.)
Of course, you guys know by now I wouldn't be mentioning him at all if he hadn't managed to get in my pants already. It was horrible, and more humiliating than usual, but somehow made me and Wayne get closer? Let me just tell the story.
Wayne has been volunteering at this camp up in the mountains all summer, so we only get to see each other on the weekends. It's been okay, I mean with the way my luck's been going I'm usually too tired to go on a date during the week. Sometimes it's my job but most of the time it's from being fucked by some filthy Animal until I can't walk. He finally finished up this past week so we had plans to really celebrate and make up for lost time. He wasn't getting home until the late afternoon so I worked a shift down at the sex shop, and it was a huge mistake...maybe?
I had just punched out when I ran into Jack just outside the locker room. (For some reason I'm the only non-performer who has a locker in the performer's locker room. I've complained to Mom about it but she hasn't been able to fix it yet. It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't the MALE performer's one. You have no idea how many times I've been exposed to Beastguy dick just trying to get my stuff.) I said a quick hello and quickly grabbed my things. I rushed to the women's locker room and changed for my date with Wayne. He was picking me up on his way home and I didn't want to keep him waiting. Jack was waiting outside when I finished.
"Hey Sexy! What are you up to?"
I rolled my eyes. "Heading out to meet my boyfriend." I tried to sidestep around him, but he cut me off.
"Oh, C'mon," he drawled, "I can show you a better time than he ever could. What do ya say? We find a private spot and have a date of our own." He winks, making sure I notice him adjusting his shorts. "You up for a good hammering?" Did he seriously just say that? Really? Before I can respond my phone buzzes. Wayne's caught in traffic and is going to be about an hour late! Son of a bitch! Jack laughs. "Well, looks like we won't be rushed for time now." I huff in irritation. Like I would ever sleep with him! I walk away heading towards Mom's office. I can hide out there for an hour, free from being molested by any guys. Most of the time. I mean that one time I got screwed by Kevin in there doesn't count since he doesn't work here. But I have been bent over her desk by the Janitor a couple of times... and her secretary made me eat her out once... and one of the bartenders...Uh, maybe I should just wait in the store.
I'm walking past the privacy booths when Jack grabs me around the waist and pulls me inside one. I squeal, unable to wiggle free. The door clicks behind us, and Jack leans against it, blocking my escape route. The room is pale pink, barely big enough for both of us and, thankfully, has the shutter closed tight. I'm panicking. What if a customer comes in? These booths are supposed to be used for private dances and solo sessions with performers. No sex, just watching someone follow your instructions while you masturbate. Like a camgirl without needing an internet connection. I cuss Jack out, and he just smiles. "Quit acting all shy, Zophie. You've fucked every guy in this building since you came to work here and everyone knows it." I feel my cheeks burn. I mean it's not like I've wanted to! It just happened! He continues, "I just want a turn. Let me have a little fun with you, and I'll leave you alone."
I should say no, but I've got an hour to kill, and I'm honestly surprised it hasn't happened already so I just quit fighting it. We quickly strip and lay on the floor. I crawl on top of him, straddling his face while stroking his stiffening cock. We'll need to be quick, so I have time to clean up for Wayne. He'll never believe I did this! I tease Jack's shaft and balls with my tongue, making him moan deeply while he tongues my pussy. He's an expert of the craft, sending ripples of pleasure through my whole body with each lick and kiss. I bob my head on his bubblegum colored cock, jerking him even while I swallow one testicle then the other. We're so into each other I don't even notice the shutter opening. Jack's prick stiffens, his balls drawing tight while he sends shot after shot of his wad into my mouth and down my throat. I'm moaning around his shaft while I squirt all over his face a second time. I've still got a mouth full of dick and cum when I hear my name. In horror I look up to see Wayne standing on the other side of the glass!
"I was hoping to surprise you but looks like I'm the one getting surprised instead!" He laughs while unhooking his shorts. "I found a way around the wreck, so I got here only a little late. Your Mom told me where you were and gave me an unlimited time card."
"Whoa Pal," Jack snorts. "Private party. We don't need an audience. We're pressed for time." I quickly explain the situation to him, including our open relationship and Wayne's cuckold fetish. I see a naughty gleam in both men's eyes as they look at each other and then me. "You know what you're supposed to do, Pal?"
"Uh, Order you two around. Make you act out my perverted fantasies." He nods. "Yeah, I got it."
"So, what do you want, Babe?"
We start with me getting pressed on the floor, facing away from the glass so Wayne can watch Jack's dick destroy my pussy. From there he takes me in a standing position, my breasts and face pressed against the glass. I ride him reverse cowgirl, locking eyes with Wayne through the glass while my squirting slit gets filled with warm seed. . His own seed runs down the window, jerking wildly to keep from transforming into a beastform himself. Jack locks me in a full nelson to plunder my ass as Wayne cheers us on. I beg for Jack's cock, screaming his name through every orgasm, begging for his jizz with every load he spills inside me. I offer myself completely to him, allowing him to defile me without hesitation no matter what Wayne demands of us. We spend a lot more than an hour in that room, fulfilling every whim of the man that I love with a feral intensity. Jack makes me his cocksleeve, breaking me completely while easily living up to his name. For our final turn Jack fucks me from behind, holding my waist, my legs locked around his while I press my hands against the glass. When Wayne blows his wad I lick the window, desperate for his touch. Jack's hot sperm pours from my ravaged ass while he lowers me to the floor. Pushing the sweat soaked hair from my eyes I smile up at Wayne.
"Well?"
"Thank him," he demands. "Kiss his cock and balls while you do it." I obey, gladly... to please my boyfriend! I wouldn't... I mean... Fuck it! I'm too tired to fight it. It was sooooo much fun! Wayne chuckles, "You don't get to deny him, Zoe. From now on if he wants it, you give it to him, understood?"
I nod, a little scared of what my workplace will be like from now on but too wired on bliss to care. Jack helps me back to the locker room, and Wayne sneaks back to help me get cleaned up. Okay, cleaned up eventually. Once we leave the Show-N-Tail all our plans go out the window. We head straight to my room and try to make up for a whole summer of being apart in a single night.
Wonder if I should get "caught" more often.