Warning! This is between consenting adults! This post includes Fauxcest, no one is actually related.
Trying to take calm deep breaths as I cock warm my big brother. We are around all our friends and they have no idea. He's stretching and filling me to the brim with his cock. I nod and laugh along at whatever one of our friends said. We both try to act casual.
This would be easier if he didn't have hyperspermia. He can't stop cumming inside me and it's loads. Every time he cums he tightens his grip on my hips and I jolt a little with a small squeak.
They are all distracted around us with the food and conversation. I clear my throat and panic a little when I notice I'm too full. My legs are shaking as I feel some cum start to leak from me. I grab paper towels and try to casually clean it up a little. Still sitting on his cock just trying not to make a mess. I know it's going to be trouble when I actually need to get off his cock.
Big brother is still hard as a rock inside me even though he's cummed a couple times already. Once our friends are really distracted, looking somewhere else. He's grabbing my hips and bouncing me on his cock. I bite my lip as my eyes roll back, so much for trying not to make a mess. One of our friends turn to us and I'm casually slammed back onto his cock. Both of us awkwardly tried to act like nothing happened. Both of us are flushed and breathing heavy.
Finally our friends decide to leave and meet up somewhere else. Everyone cleans up and heads over first. The moment the last one walks out I'm getting pulled off his cock. I gasp as I feel his cum gush out of me. I'm getting harshly bent over the table and fucked quickly. I moan loudly as I can feel cum dripping from me, his cock hitting that spot over, and over.
Big brother covers my mouth because our friends are still close by. He's fucking me on a time limit and all desperate. My eyes roll back as an orgasm is forced through me. I tighten around him, shaking as I cum and triggering his own orgasm. More cum is pushed into me, making my cunt even more messy as he pulls out panting. There's a puddle of cum on the floor under us and it keeps spilling from me.
I'm panting as I look back with a hazy smile. Big brother is semi hard as he is trying to get us both cleaned up before our friends start wondering what is taking so long.
Hiii! I just saw your centaur horny post and I definitely NEED to read reader giving shy centaur!boyfriend a handjob bc he can't do so 🤧🤧
You and your Centaur Boyfriend have been going really slow. The most you’ve done so far is kiss. Even that, though, you can tell excites him so bad that he can hardly stand it. His huge cock hardens quickly, eagerly leaking precum with each kiss or nip on the lips. When your tongue invades his mouth, he whines, grinding his cock on the ground slightly since he usually sits while you make out.
“You always get hard so fast,” you tease him one day, lightly tugging on his hair to break the kiss.
His face instantly reddens as he tries to break eye contact. When you don’t let him, he mumbles out, “well, I’ve never cum so it’s hard for me to not get excited.”
A grin cracks your face as you look down at him, tilting your head. “Really?”
“Don’t smile like that!” he protests sheepishly, looking down, his tail flitting.
You tug him up by his hair, only letting go once he’s fully standing. “I can help,” you offer as you walk beside him, dragging your nails along his flank.
He whines, hoofing at the ground with his front hoof. “R-really?”
“Of course. You should have told me before,” you say in a fake sympathetic voice as you trail one of your fingers up his leaking cock.
That draws another whimper out of him. His breathing always quickens. You curl your fingers around his shaft, but it barely covers half. You decide to crawl under him so you can wrap both hands around his throbbing shaft.
“Baby,” he moans, bucking against your hands already.
You shush him quietly, slowly working your hands up and down his shaft. He pants, rocking his hips back and forth as you slowly Jack him off. He quickly resorts to whining and begging for you to speed up. He’s a good boy for you, right? You should want to let him cum. He’ll do anything you want if you let him cum. He’s a mess, whining and bucking his hips like he’s a bitch in heat. Trying to just get any kind of friction.
“You’re doing so good for me,” you purr as you begin to speed up, using his precum to help keep your pace, smearing it all over his cock.
“Please, please,” he moans, hiccuping as he tries to keep from cumming despite how desperately he’s throbbing in your hands.
You giggle, running your tongue along the head of his cock. He groans, shivering and panting. Before he can get out another beg, you pull away from him, going faster than you had before, moving your hands up and down quickly.
“Okay baby. You can cum.”
He thanks you repeatedly, panting your face in his cum. His whole body shakes as he leans back on his back legs, his chest heaving and eyes half lidded.
Oooh, noooo! Tboy! Don't go into that cave full of tentacle monsters! It's mating season! They're gonna stuff your cunt and ass full of eggs! They're gonna make your tits nice and fat with milk! You'll be turned into nothing but a broodmare! Constantly popping out eggs as you cum over and over! Tboy, noooooo!
This was sort of a joke, but now thinking really hard about how it would feel to have eggs slowly stretch and squeeze out of my dick/ovipositor while holding a boy close, buried deep inside him, his hole stretching in unison, pressing tightly against his belly so I can feel the eggs entering him every step of the way.
Maybe my own belly is a little swollen by the eggs I have to lay; you can feel mine empty as yours fills, several times bigger than how I looked. Maybe you're even pushing on my belly to help get them out of me faster; squeezing at my cock, forcing them out of me in your desperation to be filled. Every egg laid absolute bliss for the both of us.
Cumming isn't enough. I don't want to just cum inside them and wait for them to grow. With each throb I want to feel that egg stretch me as it enters them. Each throb getting them more pregnant and we can both feel it. I had gotten so swollen and needed that relief. We can see the progress, each egg like a knot keeping us together as they travel into their awaiting belly. All culminating in a bigger creampie to fertilize them all.
love love love the idea of being experimented on by a guy who wants to study what makes me tick.
strapping me down to a table, a fucking machine lined up with my boycunt. testing out different speeds and dildo sizes to see how long it takes me to cum depending on the changing variables.
throwing intox into the mix. getting me high and seeing if that makes me more or less sensitive. seeing how many orgasms he can pull out of me while i’m buzzed and running the same test again while i’m fully drunk.
running tests on me while i’m asleep, seeing how long he can eat me out for before i wake up. giving me more melatonin than i usually take one night and testing his hypothesis that i can cum in my sleep under the right circumstances.
administering my t shot and not touching me at all. keeping me blindfolded with my legs spread embarrassingly wide, just seeing how long it takes me post-injection to get so wet a puddle starts to form on the table.
applying different lotions and whatnot onto my tdick and seeing how sensitive each one can make me before i start to cry from the overwhelming sensations.
nitrite gloved hands brushing over my dick while he examines my cunt with a speculum. checking to see how it looks before and after getting fucked for hours by the machine. taking photos of it. adding it to his file on me along with his various reports and spreadsheets. reading his findings out loud like i’m not even in the room 😵💫😵💫😵💫
god i could go on and on and on. freaky t4t overstim and humiliation medfet sex when
love love love the idea of being experimented on by a guy who wants to study what makes me tick.
strapping me down to a table, a fucking machine lined up with my boycunt. testing out different speeds and dildo sizes to see how long it takes me to cum depending on the changing variables.
throwing intox into the mix. getting me high and seeing if that makes me more or less sensitive. seeing how many orgasms he can pull out of me while i’m buzzed and running the same test again while i’m fully drunk.
running tests on me while i’m asleep, seeing how long he can eat me out for before i wake up. giving me more melatonin than i usually take one night and testing his hypothesis that i can cum in my sleep under the right circumstances.
administering my t shot and not touching me at all. keeping me blindfolded with my legs spread embarrassingly wide, just seeing how long it takes me post-injection to get so wet a puddle starts to form on the table.
applying different lotions and whatnot onto my tdick and seeing how sensitive each one can make me before i start to cry from the overwhelming sensations.
nitrite gloved hands brushing over my dick while he examines my cunt with a speculum. checking to see how it looks before and after getting fucked for hours by the machine. taking photos of it. adding it to his file on me along with his various reports and spreadsheets. reading his findings out loud like i’m not even in the room 😵💫😵💫😵💫
god i could go on and on and on. freaky t4t overstim and humiliation medfet sex when
I'm certain I'm not the only one whose seen that Pussy Portal post and been absolutely gobsmacked by the idea. So here's a little something inspired by it. (There will definitely be more, whether anyone wants it or not, because I cannot get this idea out of my head).
Post here if you haven't seen it.
Smut below the cut.
You were flat-out broke. That was the only reason you considered the app in the first place. It had come to you in a desperate internet search for quick ways to make money on the side. Student loan payments were piling up and were at risk of going to collections, your car had finally bit the dust last week and would take far more to repair than it was worth, and you for sure couldn't afford a new one. The final cherry on top was your job cutting your hours. No announcement, no email, nothing. Just a gradual decline of your name on the schedule and some sleuthy coworkers putting two and two together. Everyone's hours were getting cut. At least you still qualified for health insurance. For now.
Most of the money-making schemes you found during your searches just weren't worth the trouble. You'd spent an hour filling out the most inane surveys for $10 and another three hours transcribing jail phone calls for lawyers just to earn less than a penny per word. You had begun to feel hopeless. And then it had popped up, like a boon from hell; Pussy Portal. Selling your body hadn't been out of the question. You had considered selling your feet pics online, and even found a website where you could send people your used panties for money. But the more you looked into it, the more you realized it would essentially be a full-time job if you wanted it to be lucrative, and one of the ways to make more money was to have a presence, put your face out there, let people see what they were buying. You weren't nearly confident enough for that. Pussy Portal on the other hand, sort of alleviated both of those concerns. The pay was pretty good, and no one was actually going to be looking at or interacting with you, you just had to give any creature of any nature, unfettered access to your pussy. Putting it bluntly, Pussy Portal was prostitution, but you wouldn't be meeting any of the clients and no one had to know who you were. You just couldn't think about it too hard.
So, here you were. App downloaded, background check and medical screenings passed, some sort of strange magi-tech contraption attached to your hip, now you just had to wait. You were promised by the Pussy Portal rep you'd been communicating with that your first time on the app would essentially be a quality check. One of their "testers" would get first dibs on you, give you a rating, and that was that; you were open for business.
The email they sent gave you a very large time frame, pretty much the entire day. You were glad you had off work, firstly, because you wouldn't have wanted to do this in the office (you most certainly would have been fired), and secondly, you were far too nervous to do anything else. You just settled onto your couch, turned the app on, and waited.
After about thirty minutes of staring at the ceiling while your stomach churned, you realized that you needed to distract yourself somehow or you'd go crazy with anticipation. So, you turned on your comfort show and doom scrolled for a while. You weren't sure if you needed to be in any sort of position for it to work; there weren't really any instructions on that, so you just lay back and tried not to focus on it. After a few hours, you started to wonder if anything was going to happen. You kept opening your email to double-check you had the date right, and pulling the band of your sweats down to check that the magi-tech device was still glowing green. You were almost tempted to email support. Maybe they'd mistyped the date. Then, when you were least expecting it, you felt it. A gentle prodding at your entrance. You sucked in a breath, the nerves gathering themselves in your stomach again. The being on the other end of the portal pushed into you slowly, your mouth fell open at the stretch. The app said it catered to all kinds of beings, and you weren't sure what creature might be currently pushing you open, but it was certainly larger and a bit more textured than a human. You were just grateful they hadn't decided to start with something huge like a minotaur. You weren't really sure what you should do now. Did you need to take your clothes off, or get into any certain position? You kept thinking about your thighs getting in the way, but it clearly wasn't an issue as you felt the cock begin moving slowly in and out of you. It felt odd not to do anything at all, so you adjusted yourself on the couch and spread your legs.
You were getting wetter by the second as the cock continued it's slow drag in and out of you, some of it's ridges catching on your insides and pushing on your sensitive spots. A moan fell from your lips, and you couldn't help but slip a hand inside the loose sweats you were wearing. Finding your clit, your fingers moved slow circles over it eased on by the juices now dripping out of you. It was strange to feel so full, to feel the push and pull of a cock in your tight cunt but not be able to see the dick itself. Your fingers travelled lower to your entrance where you felt your pussy being stretched by the invisible suitor.
The cock picked up it's pace and you groaned, fingers moving back up to your clit. The being on the other side of the portal seemed to be nearing his end, his thrusts more frantic than before. You were nearing your climax too, and your fingers picked up speed in time with the thrusts in and out of you. You were so close when you felt the cock snap forward and bury itself deep, deeper than anyone had ever reached, a rush of semen filling you in warm spurts. That was what pushed you over the edge and you spasmed hard around the cock, your walls clenching down. Before you were ready, the being pulled out.
You stared up at the ceiling, hand still down the front of your pants, breathing heavy, contemplating what you had just done. You'd just let a stranger, a non-human creature, fuck you, and other than the nerves at the beginning, you enjoyed it. You threw your free arm over your eyes and laughed at the ridiculous state you found yourself in. You only decided to get up from your couch when a trickle of cum slipped from inside you and dribbled down your ass.
When you returned from the bathroom after having cleaned yourself up, you noticed a notification had popped up on your phone. Your trial run was successful and you were officially approved to start making money on Pussy Portal. The Pussy Portal tester that had fucked you had even left a note on your profile for other potential clients to see. "Tight, human pussy. Larger beings may need the assistance of lubrication." The review made you feel a little weird; it was so dry and clinical for something that had felt so strange and intimate for you, but when the $500 signing bonus hit your bank account, that feeling dissipated. You could totally make this work.
He finds them in the middle of the act, both unaware of his presence as they rut and grind against each other. He can see his oldest is mostly in charge, but his youngest seems... unsatisfied. Not necessarily having a bad time—they are whining, begging, crying for more—but simply... not as pleasure hazed as they could be.
So he enters their room. Slow. Quiet. He doesn't want his babies to realise he's there until he's pressing right behind the oldest, who yelps and jumps, but is held in place by dad's strong hands. He shushes them, tells them he's not mad, he just wants to help, and demonstrates this by rolling his hips against his oldest's ass, making them grind against the youngest.
The oldest, possessive as they were, were just about to protest until their younger sibling keens and bucks their hips, chasing the pleasure only dad can provide. With a grumble, they accept, leaning over their little sibling and peppering kisses along their cheeks, shaking their hips onto dad's bulge.
The father just grins, proud of his babies, and grips his oldest's hips. Then, he begins to roll his hips, dry humping his kid while they fuck their little sibling. It's a mess, a heated, disgusting, immoral mess. And they're all moaning and feeling better than ever.
At some point, the oldest feels empty, so they beg dad to take his pants off and just take them right then and there. Dad, unable to deny his sweet children, obliges, plowing his kid and fucking them into their sibling, gifting them the best orgasms they'll ever feel.
Now, they can't get it on unless he's present, either helping and guiding them, or just watching. Dad HAS to be there. It's innegociable.
Could you write a story about a ghost that uses you in public while you’re trying to work as a cashier/barista? With spanking?
Being haunted had perks and disadvantages. For you, an advantage was unlimited orgasms. The disadvantage was that he'd use you at the most inconvenient times. Right now, you were busy during a rush at the cafe.
Order after order, you had no time to think for yourself. As you begin to mix some drinks, you feel smacks on your ass. Turning to accuse one of your coworkers, nobody was near you. All day you dreaded this happening.
The ghost followed you to work. You feel its hand cup your ass, squeezing it firmly to tease you. You feel it snake its hands around your body. The sensation leaves goosebumps on your skin. As you start to stir some of the drinks, there is a firm grasp on your breasts.
The grip is so possessive it feels almost like a warning. A warning of what's to come. A warning of what it's about to do to you while you work. Just as you're about to hand a customer their drink, the sensation of fingers in your pussy stuns you.
You spill the drink all over the floor and yourself. As if the ghost disapproves of your reaction, you feel a sharp sting on your ass. Feeling a welt in the shape of a hand take form. After profusely apologizing, your coworker remakes the drink as you gather everything you scrub the floor.
At this point you're just inviting the ghost to use you at work. You're on all fours, starting to scrub the mess you created. You can feel it line itself up behind you. Thankfully your work apron is able to hide most of what's about to happen. You feel a few more smacks on your ass. On the last smack, its hand doesn't move from your ass.
Feeling it rip open a hole in your panties, it feels your soaked hole as you clean the floor. The cleaning position you're in offered the perfect cover for the ghost to fuck you. It did just that.
You could feel it grip your hips tight and begin ramming itself inside of you. Its thrusts are hard, aggressive, and full of passion. All it ever wants is to get you riled up and use your pussy. Trying to mask your moans, you scrub the floor harder. Making excuses to clean random spots as you get fucked.
Everyone is unaware of what’s unfolding in the very room as them. Hell, none of them know you’re being fucked silly in the same area their drinks are made. As much as you dread the ghost touching you, it feels really good. Almost too good.
It slams its cock deep inside of you. Hitting your sensitive cervix with such force you let out a noise. The pleasure begins to swell in your stomach. Feeling your orgasm begin to rise from the ghost fucking you so hard.
Your knees give out on you while you're still trying to hide by cleaning the floor. You bite your arm to mask the sounds of your moans from your climax. As you recover on the floor, you feel a warm liquid fill your pussy.
The ghost bred you, while you're at work, in front of your coworkers. You get up off the floor with shaky legs and try to work as if nothing happened.
waking up in the night to a ghost fucking you into your own mattress. having caught you face down, it has spread your legs open and lifted your hips up to better find and hit the spot that makes you pliable and its job easy for it. you can't see it, even if you could look back. you can only feel its weight on your back, its grip around your wrists, and the rhythmic stretching of your own hole, as it slips in and out and rubs against your walls the way that makes your eyes roll back and your breath catch in your throat, and all you can do - all you want to do - is to just lie there and take it, intrigued by just how many times you can cum around that ghost cock
I don’t masturbate much, but this guy I’m seeing does every day, usually more than once. He tells me it’s a cis guy thing, about how a hard-on is way harder to ignore than “just getting wet”, which—well, that’s not why. I’m the first trans man he’s slept with so I can understand why he might be wrong, but I’ve known enough truly perverted tboys to know it’s not an anatomical thing. I just don’t need it as much as he does.
Anyway—No Nut November rolls around, and while we’re not quite at the stage where I’d be able to control his orgasms when we’re not together, I make a joke in passing that NNN for me would be having to masturbate every single day. That sense of frustration and obligation, of having to spend time I wanted to use differently doing something that’s just not what I want—I’m just making an observation, watching my cigarette smoke waft off into the night air—but when I turn to look at him, his pupils have swallowed his irises and he’s pitched toward me, eyes trained on my throat.
“What if we traded?” he rasps. I snort and pass him the cig. “I’m busier than you, boy. I don’t have time to sit around with my dick in my hand.”
He tries again. “I mean—if you, uh—if I told you when I wanted to get off. And I didn’t, but you did.”
That’s more interesting. I consider him lengthwise. “It’s like, three times a day, right? I have a job.”
He shakes his head. “Well, yeah, but—if we’re just talking about need? Once in the morning, maybe again to fall asleep. I think—I think you could do it.”
“Oh, I could,” I sigh. “And I won’t lie, I’m tempted. Would you show me?”
“What do you mean?”
I snag the cigarette back from him. “When you need it. Would you send me a picture of your cock?”
His throat works as he swallows. “Uh, I mean, yeah?”
I picture it for a moment. This boy, this young man I’m just starting to know, spending a month doing nothing with his boners but sending pictures of them to me. I normally would not at all appreciate being forced to cum on a daily basis, but the idea of him—lying back in the early morning, dick pink and weeping onto his stomach, hands twitching with the urge to touch while he imagines my fingers tucked inside my cunt—has a real ring to it.
He texts me for the first time on the second day of the month. I’d been tempted to ask if he already failed or forgot, less than a day in, but it’s so early in the morning he didn’t really make it 24 hours anyway. I’m actually not at all bothered by the idea of him spending that first day conflicted—pent up, but still too anxious to text me, to see if I was serious.
Hey
If you meant it, I’m stupid hard rn
I smile at my phone despite myself. If I meant it. He’ll learn I always do, soon enough.
I think you’re missing an important part of this deal I send back.
He doesn’t reply for a minute. I wonder if that’s the rub. He has nothing to be shy about, both because I’ve seen his dick and because it’s absolutely nothing to scoff at, but some people are real prudes about photographic evidence. Guys with porn-rotted brains like him see it as a real loss of power, for someone else to have them in the objectifying form of an image. I suddenly feel my clit, in the way that it politely makes itself known when something’s starting to get me hot under the collar. Right as I’m starting to debate getting off regardless of what my boy does, my phone buzzes.
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Sure enough, it’s a picture of his cock. Hard and insistent, pitched against the jut of his hip and the soft curve of his belly. I make a note of his desk and overflowing closet in the background, of the blue jersey sheets he’s laying on. Seems he slept in the nude. God, what a boy.
This good enough?
I’d read it as cocky if I didn’t know better. In all of the nasty things he’s done to me, I’ve noticed the current running underneath—his desperate need for approval, the way his eyes go dark and glossy when I call him good.
More than. Did you wake up like this?
I push my sleep shorts down to my ankles and run my hand flat over my pubic mound, thumb catching on the insistent jut of my swollen clit between my lips. It doesn’t feel as good as it would if he was doing it. God, I don’t fucking like masturbating. That’s what he’s for.
Yeah
Had a dream about you
That gets my attention. What about me?
Your mouth. His response is immediate. For a second after I woke up I could have sworn you were blowing me
I lick my lips. Not this time, sweetheart I send, thinking that’s the end of it. I’ll get off faster with both hands, and I wasn’t kidding that I really do not jerk off. It’s with more than a little annoyed resignation that I start to stroke myself, settling into my mattress for what hopefully won’t be more than a cursory 15 minutes. My phone, irritatingly, vibrates after another few minutes. I pick it up.
Are you doing it?
I roll my eyes for an audience of zero, but figures that he’s still worried. His need for validation vastly supercedes the tops I normally deal with. It’s kind of sweet. Under other circumstances, he might be what you call a good communicator.
Of course I am, baby. I throw him the pet name as a bit of a bone. A deal’s a deal.
His response is immediate. Can I see?
I’m inclined to say no, but there’s a part of me that’s turned on by the fact it’ll only make his situation worse. I’ve never sent him a picture of my cunt that wasn’t answered with a shot of his hand, belly, or pillow smeared with his own cum. I open my camera, pitch the lens down to center my pussy, fingers tucked just underneath my clit, and send a picture off into our text chain.
I don’t look at my phone as it vibrates two, three, four times. I know it’s a textual record of his desperation—no doubt telling me how good I look, how badly he wants to touch—but I know I’ll want that to tip me over the edge, which seems to be coming pretty quickly after all.
I shut my eyes and imagine where he is now. Laying in bed still, probably. Completely naked in the still air of his small bedroom. Hands maybe splayed on his thighs, maybe playing with his nipples, breath coming quick and labored as he tries to think about anything but the throbbing need between his legs. Alternating between staring at the ceiling, checking his phone to see if I’ve replied, and squeezing his eyes closed against the all-encompassing arousal he’s grown accustomed to taking care of as soon as he feels it.
It’s fucking hot, and my hips pitch downward as I realize I’m close. I pick up my phone to see what he sent.
Fuck you look so fucking good
I can’t believe you’re getting off for me right now
My dick is fucking throbbing
God it kind of hurts
The last text is all I need to send me over, an orgasm swelling low and tight in my belly before cresting and spreading through my body. My hole clenches around nothing as I shake through it, biting back any noises that might wake up my roommates. Fuck, the idea of him in physical fucking pain because he can’t cum is so goddamn hot. It’s the first day we’re even doing this, and it hurts? He’ll never make it.
Settling, I stare at our text chain as a lazy warmth starts to suffuse my body. Huh. Maybe this morning orgasm stuff has some merit.
I finally decide to answer him.
Just came all over my fingers I send.
His bubble pops up and disappears a few times before a message loads. If I woke up this hard I’d normally cum twice he says. I scoff. No chance. Still hard?
His next message isn’t quite a picture of his dick, but it’s insanely erotic anyway: a thick, near puddle-sized smear of precum in the wiry hair of his belly. What do you think
It’s not a question. I type out a smiley face, decide it’s probably not enough of a conclusion for him, and add Have a good day.
He responds just as I’m pulling my shorts back up and swinging my legs over the side of the bed.
“Eyes up here sweet boy.~ Awww you always get so flustered when I make you look up at me don’t you honey?” I gently rub your cheek with one hand while the other traces down your body and starts groping at your bulge. “Mmmm~ someone’s excited tonight aren’t they?” You blush trying to turn away only for me to grab you by your hair. “Tsk tsk where do you think you’re looking huh?” I pull you onto the floor and take out my hard cock. “Now you’re gonna open that pretty mouth of yours and let me fuck it while you just work on that pretty cock alright?” You nod, keeping eye contact as the room fills with the sounds of my moans, mixed with your whimpers as you jerk off under me. “Fuuuuck.~ You’re doing so good for me baby boy, just like that.” I thrust into your mouth as I lean my head back in bliss.
Can we just take a minute to thirst over the idea of big beefy Wolf Hybrid bf wearing the sluttiest damn shorts you, a Puppy Hybrid, have ever seen.
And imagine when he sits down they ride up even further, revealing more of the thick muscle glistening from the sun’s heat. You just have to thank the weather for how unnaturally hot it’s been because you never wouldn’t been blessed with the sight otherwise.
It’s impossible not to stare as the fabric presses tight against his skin like he purposefully bought them a size too small. You watch transfixed as they bunch up by his hips, coming to hug his crotch perfectly, revealing the massive heat he’s packing. You almost can’t believe what you’re seeing as you wonder how all that can fit into such tiny shorts.
By this point you’re salivating and you don’t think he could possibly get even hotter when something peaks out from beneath the shorts. You realize after a moment they’re his briefs and you have to pick up your jaw before you start drooling.
His hand nearly covers the entire width of his thigh as he casually pulls at his briefs instead of the shorts and an involuntary shudder jerks through your body, your panties flooding with a gush of arousal.
Immediately your cheeks flush red and you quickly look away, not wanting to admit to yourself that something so small could turn you on so bad. But it did, it so did. Your wet panties sticking to your sopping folds was proof enough of that. Fuck, you are so wrecked for your sexy and insanely slutty Wolf Hybrid bf. And at a public event, no less. You’d jump his bones anywhere any time, you were just that shameless for him.
You needed to get away, cool yourself down. Pushing out of your seat you try and make your way inside. But you slip up and make one fatal mistake. Passing your bf on the way in.
His solid fingers curl around your wrist and it takes only a moment to realize who’s touching you as he pulls you down into his lap, facing toward him. The second your needy cunt makes contact with his muscular thigh you’re letting out a whiny howl that lets him know how bad you need him.
“Where you goin’ ma, don’t feel good?” He asks with a smirk, acting all coy.
An adorable pout makes its way on your lips that he doesn’t hesitate to kiss. Which of course makes you even more horny. You chuff loudly, shaking your head and showing your displeasure. But it only makes his smirk widen, arrogance coming off him in waves.
“Aw, really? That’s too bad, Princess,” he purrs, his claws falling to your waist.
With slow practiced movements he begins subtly rocking your wet core along the length of his thigh. Your head swims with pleasure, lashes fluttering at the relief. And when he flexes the muscle just as he drags your clit down on him you practically cum right there, jaw dropping.
He works you slowly and carefully on his thigh, managing not to draw any attention while moving just enough to make your pussy flutter as you grow closer and closer to your release. You hold onto him for dear life, sighing out quiet moans and watching every minute of his dumb, smug, gorgeous face.
You’re so close, each ripple of his thigh muscles sending you closer to your peak. His leg bounces every few rock of your hips and you have to bite your lip now to howl again.
“You’re really not looking good, baby. I think we should get you home,” he says a little louder this time, catching the attention of a few people around you. Knowing just how close you are he can’t resist teasing you.
But you’re too far gone to snap back, all you can do is whimper and shake your head. Falling forward you tuck your face into his neck, trying desperately to keep quiet.
“No, you wanna stay? Ok, then just relax and let go for me, babygirl,” he says more calmly.
And as he rolls your clit over his flexing thigh one more time your entire body tenses, orgasm pouring out of you in waves. Your bf is right there the entire time, rubbing your back and helping you work through it.
When you sag against him fully his deep chuckle echos in your ear. He pulls you a little closer to him now and you moan as his hard bulge presses against your ass.
“Maybe you wanna go home now?” He asks again.
This time you’re nodding eagerly, tail wagging with anticipation behind you. More than ready to rip those slutty shorts off of him and tear them to shreds to get to that dick.
Sometimes you decide to let your mutt fuck you and they get a little too eager.
Please enjoy the sweet sounds of your local catboy getting railed, complete with leash noises, mild degradation, a hint of dubcon, and desperate pleading to be bred.
They're squeans I'm pretty sure! If they pop like that anyway. But the term for this kind of "symbol to refer to the general vibe of something in art" is called "Emanata" because it emanates from a person or object.
