The new client
A rottweiler that only knows one way to make money meets a new client...
Hey-hey! Stories are few and far between it seems, but here's another one that I just got done with. I actually write quite a few but ther hasn't been much I've been satisfied with. This one was fun though. And hopefully you'll agree! As always be sure to leave comments, likes and all that kinda stuff as every little bit helps! Happy wanking~
Move to the big city, where you can make your dreams come true and where the future is yours to decide! That's what people liked to think and tell each other back at the university, when days were simpler and all you had to worry about was to get the paper done in time even after a full week of nothing but drinking, fucking and waking up in a different dorm room every day. The days when, even for a gay rottie, there was tail a plenty and you hardly needed to do anything to get it. Or have someone get yours, for that matter. Some social studies degree later (that you hardly cared about and had only picked because you thought social studies would be relatively easy and your parents nagged you to go to college) and you were off into the big world to fend for yourself and make your dreams come true, thinking that life would still be as easy as it had been all this time.
If only things really had been that easy. Not that I really complain, mind you, but for a Rottweiler in his early twenties it might've been a good idea to actually have some proper dreams to pursue! I had left uni like all my classmates, having this big dreams for what I would do with my future, but when I had finally (with the help of my parents) gotten an apartment in the big city and was ready to go job hunting did I realize that... well, I had no fucking clue what I wanted to do! I mean, yeah, there was some of the usual dreams of owning my own house and making a bunch of money, perhaps enough to go on several tropical vacations every year. But fuck, I just didn't know what I wanted to do with my life.
I guess I had always been fairly easy-going. You know, the go-with-the-flow kinda guy. Not a leader, that's for sure, but just following others and not making too many decisions of my own. Or rather, no large, major decisions. I usually left that for others and just went along with it.
So then the day came when I had to look for a job. All on my own. For the first time in my life. There'd been some summer jobs and stuff before but I had never really gotten them on my own, it had always been my parents, siblings or relatives that got them for me. Being the youngest and basically "momma's boy" had its perks like that. I got spoiled pretty badly and it showed when I was finally left all on my own. I didn't know what I wanted with my life and what I could consider fun work. I mean, even though I got spoiled I wasn't stupid. I knew what was realistic for a guy at my age, and trying to become the CEO of some large company that would get me filthy rich and have secretaries do all work for me wasn't exactly realistic.
But hell, flipping burgers or cleaning tables or what have you had just not seemed that great either. Which, of course, it wasn't. You'd struggle to find anyone that liked spending their days just flipping burgers. I tried it, sure, and it was definitely not for a spoiled guy like me. I lasted about a week, which earned me barely enough to pay for a quarter of the rent, and then I was out looking for other jobs. But, you know, for a guy with no experience, no references and a half-assed degree there wasn't much to be found. As the month neared its end and it was time to pay the rent I had to do the only thing I could think of that would earn me money.
Yeah. you guessed it, I whored myself out. Not on some shady street, mind you. A simple ad on the right website. Didn't explicitly say in the ad that I was looking to whore myself out, but the ones reading the ad weren't stupid. Soon enough, I had a cock balls-deep in me and a forty-something year old bear dude groaning into my ear as he came enough to almost make the condom burst! But hey, as I left the motel room he had gotten for us my wallet was filled with a couple thousand bucks. I had enough to pay for the rent and get some food and other stuff. A couple thousand for an ass fucking might perhaps sound a bit expensive, but hey, from what I could tell there weren't a whole lot of gay guys around willing to whore themselves out. Besides, having an apartment in the middle of the city wasn't cheap by any means!
Of course, it didn't end there. I wanted money for clothes and some fun stuff to spruce my place up with. You know, videogame systems, a new computer, some stuff to put on the walls. Soon enough I found myself swallowing that same bear's load down mere minutes before I was riding his dick while whimpering and moaning out encouraging words to urge him on. He sort of became a sugar daddy for me for a while, until he suddenly dropped all contact. Since I needed money I had been having a look around, borderline stalking him on social media to find out why. Turns out he was married and his wife had probably found out.
Not that I really cared. It was easy finding new guys to service for money. Soon enough I was blowing and riding several other men for money and earning more than enough to get me around. Funnily enough, unlike a lot of other people that whored themselves out, I never felt any shame in what I was doing. Taking a nice, juicy cock up my tail felt damn good after all and I had always enjoyed the feeling of knowing that I was making someone feel good when I sucked or jerked them off. The look of bliss on someone's face as I pushed them to the edge and made them nut all over my face always gave me a rock hard, raging boner and sent great sensations through my body.
Before long, that had become my job. I never kept more than a handful of clients at a time, about one for every week day, and it earned me more than enough. It wouldn't get me filthy rich any time soon, but it got the rent paid and I could afford plenty of luxuries for myself. It was a bitch explaining to my parents what I did to earn my keep so I just lied a little and told them that I worked as a personal assistant for people in need. It was, in a way, the truth though not the truth my parents knew. They just thought I was helping taking care of some disabled people. I told the friends I managed to make in the big city the same thing. I mean, after all, there's not a whole lot of people that doesn't look down on someone who's whoring themselves out.
My clients certainly seemed to enjoying having me helping out with their "needs". Considering they all paid well and enjoyed every moment of us together, they definitely were having a good time. I don't blame them, honestly. The thought of a six-foot-two tall rottie that was packing a six-pack and a nice, firm, muscular ass submitting to you was enough to get myself excited as well! Not that I was a narcissist or anything of the sort, the thought of a tall, muscular dog submitting and wanting to please was just hot as fuck!
I had rules, though. No slapping the face and calling me a "dirty little slut" or anything of the sort. Some dirty talking was fine and I didn't mind the occasional use of the words "slut" or "bitch" or "faggot", but no hitting the face. They could slap my ass all they liked, but not the face. And no choking or BDSM play. I liked most of my clients, but not enough that I trusted them with tying me up or making me immobile in any way. And cleanliness. They had to be clean. Not necessarily freshly showered, but not reeking of sweat and musk either. Some sweat and natural, manly musk was fine, but if I could smell them from half-way across the room or if their dicks weren't clean I would call things off right away. Also, condoms. Always a condom when we were fucking. Or two. Maybe even three sometimes. Bareback fucking was a big no-no. I'd happily suck them off and swallow a load if I could tell I was dealing with someone with a clean, disease free dick, but I wouldn't let them fuck me and cum up my ass, no matter how much they were willing to pay for bareback.
Most clients weren't really that kinky anyway. They were just lonely guys with money that needed to fuck, and I helped them out. I've been doing this for half a year now and clients have come and gone. My handful right now consisted of a lonely brown bear in his fifties that just needed some love, a wolf in his thirties that didn't get out much, an otter that had a hard time finding guys wanting to bottom for him cause he was a short fellow, a rhino in his forties that always wanted to fuck out in public and a thirty-something year old fox that was also the only one of my clients that wanted to be fucked rather than fuck. Poor guy had social anxiety and couldn't get what he wanted without paying for it because of his anxiety.
Those were my current clients, though today I was going to meet up with a new one, breaking that "handful of cliens" rule for a bit. I didn't know what he looked like, how old he was or what he was into. All I knew was that he was friends with the otter whom had recommended me. Sounded a bit shifty to me, but the otter was a nice guy so I figured I'd at the very least meet up and then take things from there. I was tall and strong and could probably fight my way out if I had to.
And so I found myself outside of apartment number two-two-one in some apartment complex that was only twenty minutes away from my own on foot! A bit too close to my own place, I felt, but hell. I was here, and so I knocked. He had requested me to be dressed in nothing but my underwear when I arrived, so things were a bit awkward as I stood in front of his door, hoping his neighbors wouldn't see me. I had stripped right outside his door, my stuff in a bag I brought. Soon enough I heard him unlocking the door and I stepped back as he opened it.
Before me stood a polar bear, looking like he was in his late thirties or early forties, completely in the nude. His fur looked a bit damp and he smelled of shampoo or shower gel, he must've just taken a shower. He was almost two heads taller than me and he had broad, muscular arms and legs, though his body was packing quite a large gut. Without even touching it I could tell though that it wasn't really that much fat but rather a large muscle-gut. Below that gut hung a black, uncut cock that even in its soft state was several inches long. The bear was definitely large even where it counted! He looked me over for a few seconds, taking in the sight of a smaller, muscular male standing in front of him in nothing but a pair of red boxer briefs that stuck out against my black and brown fur.
"Come on in" he said in a deep, pleasant voice and stepped aside to allow me passage. I hesitated for a moment before I went inside and as I walked past him I could feel his cock brush up against my side. Fuck, even as it just brushed up against me in its soft state it felt heavy! He closed the door behind me and a moment later his right hand came to grope and squeeze at one of my cheeks before giving it a pat, ushering me into his home. It wasn't anything too special, just a three-rooms-and-a-kitchen apartment in a nice enough state. A door to my left lead to what seemed to be the bathroom and a door to my right lead to the kitchen. In front of me the hallway lead to his living room and on the right side of his living room where two doors, one leading to the bedroom and the other presumably to a guest room or maybe a study. I couldn't tell since the door was closed.
"Half now and half when we're done, I'm guessing?"
His voice cut me out of my thoughts and I turned after checking out his apartment, giving a nod.
"Yeah, that's the deal. You wanted both a blowjob and to fuck, yeah? That's fifteen hundred."
I had cut down on the prices a little since I had several steady clients now. The bear gave a rumble as he stepped into the kitchen and moments later he returned with an envelope, which he gave to me. I checked its contents, finding fifteen hundred bucks. Wait... that wasn't half the sum. That was all of it!
"I'll pay you three thousand in total. In turn, I want you to stay until I feel completely satisfied. I realize you probably don't want to stay the night though, so I give you a few hours to get the job done. A few hours and everything is yours. If I'm not satisfied by then I'll only let you keep the fifteen hundred. A win-win either way for you, wouldn't you agree?"
He said all of that pretty fast and it took me a second to catch all of it. I swallowed and seized him up for a few moments.
"How do I know that you won't lie and say that you're not satisfied even if you are?" I asked, staying a bit cautious. Three thousand, hell, even fifteen hundred was a lot of money after all. He merely chuckled and turned, heading towards the bed room.
"I'm not a man known to lie. And either way, you get fifteen hundred out of it. Now come on, get in the bedroom" he spoke as he disappeared into the bedroom. I still hesitated before I put the envelope into my bag with my stuff and then followed him. He seemed to be a sophisticated man as his apartment was filled with knockoffs of classical art objects. He had books here and there and there was a box of cigars on the living room tables. By one of the walls there was a large, wood cupboard (that seemed to be made out of oak) with several bottles of what appeared to be very expensive alcohol. Nothing that I had ever drank before, that's for sure.
His bedroom wasn't nearly as fancy. Pretty standard stuff, really. A king-sized bed by one of the walls, a bedside table to the left of it, some good looking pictures on the walls and a large TV on the opposite side of the bed. Seemed to be a nice, big wardrobe too, though it was closed so I couldn't really tell. The bed, of course, was occupied by the large man whom was sitting down by the edge of it with his legs spread and idly stroking his cock while beckoning me over.
"Come, get me nice and hard."
I put my bag down and I just stared for a moment as he stroked himself. He had stroked himself to half-mast and he looked to be at least six or seven inches even when just at half-hard! And fuck did that thing look thick, holy shit. I had been with horses and other hung studs before, and god damn did he definitely have a cock to match theirs! That cock-hungry part of me started to take over and with no hesitation I moved over to him and got down between his legs. He rumbled approvingly as he let go of his cock to let me take a hold of it instead and pump it for him. Fuck! It was so fucking thick, could hardly get my hand fully around it! I started out slow, giving it a couple of experimental pumps while I eyed it over with an impressed look on my face. He could probably tell that I was impressed, too, as he chuckled and brought a paw to my head, petting me softly.
"I'm kinda big, even for my kind. You like?" he asked with that kind of rumbling voice only a big bear could produce. I gave a groan as I nodded and leaned forward to nuzzle up against that black, thick, long cock. A gasp was coaxed out of me as I pressed my muzzle up against it and felt it warmth tease me. He was quickly growing harder and I could feel the blood pumping into his cock, could feel it pulse against me as it made his cock twitch likely.
"Hell yeah, I like it. I like it a lot..." I rumbled back at him as I ran my muzzle across it, nuzzling against it, tickling it a little with my soft fur. I could hear him rumble deeply and his paw on my head pushed me up firmly against his cock as he gave a soft roll with his hips to grind that black length against me. My underwear started to feel tighter and tighter around my own cock since nuzzling and stroking a fat cock like this was getting me turned on fast. Shit, was this bear hot or what?
"Glad to hear it, stud. Looks like you pack something pretty big too."
I could feel one of his foot paws push up against my growing bulge and I groaned out against his length, blowing warm air over it as I groaned, as he ran his paw pads over my growing cock. I wasn't really into foot play a whole lot, but just having that foot rub me was more than welcomed. And yeah, I was growing pretty big down there. Not nearly as big as he was, but I didn't pack anything to be ashamed off. About eight inches when fully hard, above the average, though not horse sized by any means. Plenty to work with for anyone wanting to play with my dick. And I was reaching those eight inches fast as I nursed his thick length.
His hips rolled slowly up against my face, grinded his length against my muzzle. He gripped my head, controlling my motions some and guided my lips up to his head. I thought he wanted me to get to sucking, though he merely rumbled out as he ground his thick head over my lips to tease both of us. Fuck, all I wanted was to wrap my lips around that thick thing and start blowing him! It was a bit strange how being in the presence of a powerful, large cock could bring that completely submissive part out of me, that part that just made me want to do nothing but suck and please. He didn't want that just yet though and was content with grinding and teasing over my lips. A bead of pre had dribbled out from his urethra and he dragged his head along my lips, leaving them glistening for a couple of moments as he spread that pre over my lips. Shit, I could almost taste it. I looked up, into his eyes as I let my tongue dart out and run across my lips, licking that pre off and I gave a soft groan as the slightly salty taste hit me. Apparently he liked that little show since he groaned out with me and moments later he grinded his tip over my lips again to leave them glistening in more pre. Hungrily I lapped it all up once more, and he was quick to do it all over again.
"Like the taste of cum, pup?" he asked after we had been doing nothing but that for a minute or so. I nodded as I let my tongue dart out further, emphasizing my nod by lapping over his cockhead and lick up the precum dribbling out. He growled out at that and gave a buck up against my tongue, and then a firmer one against my lips. "Open up and get to sucking then. I haven't jerked off in a week and if you do a good job I'll let you swallow everything when I cum."
God damn, he knew how to push my buttons! That otter must've given him some pointers, told him how to get me going. I needed little encouragement and eagerly let my lips wrap around that fat head as I went down on it. Fuck, he felt even thicker inside my maw! My cheeks were just shy of bulging out and it was hard to keep my teeth away from it, though I did my best to not let them scrape. I was by no means a size queen, I liked cocks of all shapes and sizes, but fuck me if the bear couldn't turn me into one if I were to pleasure this thing some more in the future! I took his first couple of inches or so before I pulled back, sucking softly for starters, and let go with a lewd pop that made his ears twitch a little.
"Holy fuck, you're thick..." I rumbled up at him as I let my lips wrap back around it, going a bit further this time. My tongue darted to circle and lash over his fat head and tease over the urethra to taste his pre-seed that was constantly dribbling out while my lips suckled hungrily, sucking that pre out. I pulled my head back and then slid back down over his length, welcoming another inch into my maw before pulling back once more and then sliding right back down. My head bobbed slowly, working his first three or four inches and I could hear him rumble and groan out above me. I took a gaze up to see him having closed his eyes and I smiled to myself for a moment, knowing I was making him feel good. His grip on my head got just a little bit tighter as I decided to pick up the pace, and I had to admit that I wondered just how long he was going to last, how long he'd be able to hold out before blasting his spunk down my throat.
Back and forth my head bobbed and I moaned softly to myself as I sucked him off. With my right paw jerking the length of his cock my mouth wasn't busy pleasuring, my left paw reached between his legs. His balls must've been easily the size of tennis balls, if not even bigger than that, and I gave a groan of arousal around his cock as I started to feel them up in my palm. Huge and heavy, I could practically hear all that bottled up spunk sloshing around inside them. The touch to his large nuts had him let out a growl of arousal and he spread his legs a little bit more, giving me even better access. While I slurped on his cock I fondled and stroked each of those fat nuts, my palm rubbing slowly along each of them and occasionally tugging and ever so gently squeezing at them just a little bit.
I could feel his cock twitch and throb between my lips, telling me I was doing something right, and my ball-fondling was rewarded with a thick glob of pre-seed dripping out, right onto my tongue. God, that taste was heaven! I pulled my tongue back a little to savor it before swallowing it down, tongue returning to its work of massaging and rubbing over the bear's length moments later. I let it trace along the thick veins of his cock, let it even push down a little on those veins to feel them pulse powerfully and that feeling alone could've almost made me drunk with lust! My head bobbed a bit faster, pushing further down, and then I gave a cough and a gag as I felt his cock push against the back of my throat as he gave a sudden, impromptu buck with his hips. I didn't have much of a gag reflex anymore as months of sucking cock, large and small ones, had made me learn how to control it. And all he would get out of me was that initial gag as I hadn't been ready for it. He had looked down for a brief moment when he heard me gag, though seeing that I was fine he had merely groaned out and humped into my maw again.
In my college years I hadn't been great at deepthroating. Hell, I'm not afraid to admit that I hadn't been very good at sucking dick at all back then. It had taken me plenty of practice and a couple of well-hung clients before I finally started figuring it all out. Now though?
With ease I took a deep breath before I pushed forward as he humped into my maw and I swallowed around that fat cock and let it push down my throat, leaving me unable to breath. I swallowed again to let him feel my throat muscles work around it and then let him savor the feeling for a few moments before I pulled back. Taking an even deeper breath this time I pushed forward again, aided by his thrusting once more, and took it even deeper. There was no way I was going to be able to deepthroat his entire length, he was simply too well hung for that to happen, but I would try to take as much as I could to pleasure him. My action was rewarded by pre-seed being dumped straight down my throat and a deep, lustful growl leaving him and I looked up, my eyes meeting his as he looked right back down at me, watched me deepthroat his dick.
"F-fuck, man... I've never... I've never actually had someone, rrrrrrfff, deepthroat me before..."
My ears perked at this and I looked in surprise at him. Really? Had no one ever deepthroated that massive fuck meat ever before? Surely there must've been some size queens or complete cum-sluts that had been willing to do that, or at least try?
"People, nnnnff, get scared off my size..." he rumbled out and gave a thrust with his hips that forced his cock even a bit deeper down my throat. It almost coaxed my gag reflex to show itself again and I had to work to hold it back, my eyes tearing up a little bit from the strain of taking a massive dick down my throat.
"Fuck... fuck, this feels awesome... not gonna last long if you do that, pup..." he growled down at me and I could tell that he was definitely getting overly excited from being deepthroated for the first time. I pulled my head back as I felt his thick cock twitch and throb, dumping more pre-seed down my throat, and I gasped as I felt his cock pull back far enough to let me catch my breath. There was something special in dealing with someone's first time, and I was going to drag it out some, make it memorable for the big guy. Judging by the way his chest had started to heave and his panting, and not to mention how his dick was throbbing, I could probably finish him off in mere seconds if I started to bob my head and deepthroat his cock over and over again. But I didn't want that. Something that just lasted a few seconds wouldn't be memorable. No, I was going to drag this out. Not enough to get him frustrated but just enough to make sure that he would recall my face whenever he remembered that first time when someone took his cock down their throat.
I pulled my head completely back, let his cock leave my maw and he gave a growl of annoyance as there was no longer something warm and wet surrounding it. Not caring about that growl I leaned in to the side of his cock and pressed my lips to it, kissing it. I looked up as I kissed again, and again, wandering downwards with my muzzle, kissing my way slowly along his length. He sighed and grunted out in pleasure as I made my way slowly down to those tennis-ball sized nuts.
"Lick my nuts, pup" he rumbled out. Not that he needed to as that was exactly what I had in mind. I took my sweet time down to those fat orbs and as I finally reached down I let my tongue immediately lash out and start lathering them both in my saliva. My tongue dragged and flicked across them both, making them glisten and leaving them dripping with my spit before I would wrap my lips around one of them. I suckled on it eagerly, pulled my head back some and pulled that fat ball with me to make it easier for him to watch as I suckled on his fat nut. And then I let go of it with a lewd pop before I dove in again, giving the other nut the same treatment. I alternated between them and even tried fitting them both between my lips until they were drenched in my spit, the furry mounds damp and dripping heavily onto the floor.
"Fuck yeah" was all he rumbled out before I pulled my head back up until I came face to face with that fat head once more. My tongue lashed out, circling around that thick head, playing with the foreskin and tasting the mixture of pre and saliva that I had left there. His paw gripped my head firmly again as my tongue danced around his cockhead and his hips humped to make his cock drag against my tongue. "Suck me off" I heard him growl out in an almost commanding voice and I was quick to comply, my lips coming right back around his cock moments later.
My head pushed down, taking as much as I could without letting his cock move down my throat again and I bobbed back and forth as I suckled, running across those inches of his cock and slurping noisily around it. The noise made him grunt and growl down at me and his hips gave an insistent hump into my maw in an attempt to push down my throat. I let him, though I only let him feel my throat around his cockhead for a moment before I pulled back, not letting him savor that feeling just yet. He growled out at that and gave another hump, a bit harder this time, and I did the same thing. I could hear him huffing and groaning from a mixture of annoyance at not getting just the thing he wanted and arousal from the teasing and this quickly turned into a little game of who was in control. He would hump down my throat and I would pull back after mere moments, leaving him humping harder and harder. The bear wasn't quite face-fucking me, not really, though if I kept teasing him and denying him that feeling of a hot throat massaging his length I was sure it would soon turn into just that.
Letting my tongue massage his underside as he thrust past my lips over and over, I could feel his steady stream of pre-seed growing ever thicker. A sure sign that I was pushing him closer and closer. I started to hold back a little, let his cock stay down my throat a bit longer with each thrust, the feeling of me finally giving in apparently sending pure animalistic, dominant joy through him as he growled out in victory. He pushed harder, down my throat once more and I let it stay even longer before I pulled back. We kept this up and soon I let him stay down my throat for a good ten, fifteen seconds, letting him savor the feeling before I would pull back. His breathing started to get heavier and his cock had started to twitch and jump. He was definitely getting close.
We kept this new game up for probably just a minute or so, me letting him savor that feeling more and more, and just as I was getting the feeling that he was getting close to the point of no return I pulled my head back, denying him cumming down my throat. He growled out and looked down at me, wondering why I would deny him that and I just looked back up at him and gave him a wink. Moments later I bobbed my head back and forth, sucking hard on his fat, black length and both of my paws came to wrap around the rest of it, stroking it quickly. His eyes went shut and the pre-seed got ever thicker and richer in taste. He was almost there. His hips thrust into my maw again, wanting to push down my throat but I denied him again. I just suckled harder and I could feel his body starting to tremble a bit as he was doing his best to hold it back, seemingly not wanting to cum until he got what he wanted. I teased him like this, again and again, until he was finally losing it. I knew that this was the right time.
The mere moment before he came I took a breath and then pushed down hard, let that fat cock push down my throat, nearly making me gag once more and I heard him let out a groan of sheer bliss as he let lose down my throat. His cock throbbed violently inside my maw and I couldn't even keep my teeth away from it, my teeth scraping against it as it throbbed. It didn't seem to bother him though, either because he was completely lost in the sensation of cumming down a hot, tight throat for the first time or because, at that moment, he just didn't care. His paw held my head in place hard, made it impossible for me to pull back even if I had wanted to, and I swallowed around his cock, making sure that his spunk went right down to my stomach. I couldn't taste it, not really, but I could feel how thick and potent it was. Virile and musky, like the spunk of a true, dominant male. He groaned out as he came down my throat and his hips bucked some out of sheer instinct. While panting and groaning he looked down, down into my by now watering eyes and he deemed himself finally ready to pull back some, to pull out of my throat. It gave me a chance to catch my breath, but not for long as he wasn't done emptying that pent-up load. Not yet. A thick splash of cum landed straight on my tongue as he pulled back far enough for merely the first inch or so to remain past my lips and I groaned out at that rich, salty, musky taste and swallowed it down. After that came another, and then another. How much had this guy bottled up?
By the time he was left merely panting and grunting as his cock twitched and his climax had turned into merely a dribble there were streak of white trickling down my cheeks and chin, down along my throat. I hadn't been able to swallow it all or keep it all in, there had simply been too much. Now my lips, maw and throat was a mess of cum and saliva and by the way that cum was trickling down, soon my chest would be as well. Not that I would ever complain about something like that, mind you. It was hot having a partner's cum coat your fur, I thought. Within reason, of course. I didn't like complete cum baths, that stuff was just too messy.
My tongue darted out to clean up the last of his cum dribbling out, but he was sensitive by now and gave a grunt as he pulled back. He looked down at me, looking a bit spent, and I looked back up at him once more as I licked my lips, cleaning them of the cum there. We just looked at each other for a few moments, him huffing and groaning while basking in that sweet, sweet post-orgasm haze and me licking my lips before putting on a playful, almost cheeky smile.
"I imagine it's gonna take more than that to satisfy you, big guy. So, ready for round two?"
The only response I got to my question was a deep, rumbling groan. Yeah, he was probably gonna need a couple of minutes to rest and get back to it. It was fine. A few hours would be more than enough for me to show the bear why I was the perfect rottweiler to satisfy his needs. As if he wasn't already satisfied from having gotten the first deepthroat blowjob of his life.