Meet Me Behind the Store (Patreon Extreme)
No wind and barely any light, the spot behind the convenience store was very quiet. With hardly any light the young girl felt rather alone, just standing with her back against the cool concrete wall of the building. Seeming incredibly out of place, the small vixen, still in grade school, waiting for the arrival of one individual in particular.
The night had stretched on for quite a while, the sun having gone down a couple hours ago. She didn't have a phone, and so she fiddled with her own paws and tried to keep her mind busy with idle thoughts. She gave a soft sigh and a soft shake of her head. This wasn't the first time she had done something like this, and certainly not the last. She stood at just under five feet tall she seemed like a pretty average cub without a care in the world.
Except her life hadn't exactly been the most fair, but then again, whose was? She needed the money and she had a talent, two things that were quite the coincidence. She was a vixen, her small form adorned with orange, lush fur that was well kept. She wore a green T-shirt with an obscure band logo on it and a dark blue skirt that hung past her knees, still average for anyone that was looking her over. It certainly wasn't the sight that a certain buck was expecting when he rounded the corner of the building to find his particular sexual partner for the evening was the same age as his own daughters.
The girl glanced up at the male and smirked to herself. "You must be Cal, right?" she asked and pushed away from the wall. The buck seemed to take a step back and look around as if he thought that he had just stepped into a trap and was about to be jumped by police or gang members. It wasn't exactly the safest part of town to begin with and this entire situation was completely foreign to him.
"Uhhhh," he mumbled and brought his hands up in a sign of surrender. "I don't want any trouble here," he admitted. He was the complete opposite of the young vixen of course, at least forty years old, fit, and likely married. He had a light brown overcoat and a pure white undercoat, like most white tailed deer had. He was quite a bit taller than her, a full ten point rack of antlers were above his head. He was in a pretty simple white button up shirt and blue jeans secured by a brown belt. He came off like he had just gotten done with work. Maybe he did. It wasn't her place to really care.
"Calm down," she laughed and began to walk closer to him. "You're not in any trouble, everything is fine," she said, trying her best to be reassuring, "I'm Rose, by the way."
"Raymond didn't tell me I'd be meeting an actual little girl though," the buck explained and continued to look behind him and at each side.
"Come on, Carl, you've got a cub fetish, I'm a cub, we can still do this," she explained and folded her arms over her flat chest. The adult swallowed hard and seemed to relax a little bit before he stepped a little closer, clearly his desires were in control of his actions at the moment.
"All right, fine then," he mumbled and began to undo his belt.
"Fifty bucks," the vixen girl said with a grin and held her paw out to him. The buck glanced at her and froze with a confused expression on his face but after a moment he seemed to realize what she meant and dug in his pocket for a moment. He pulled out a small wad of cash and went about unfolding a few bills and handed them over to her. She made sure the give a quick count of the crumpled notes and determining that it was certainly fifty. She pushed the money into a pocket on her skirt and winked at him. "I'm only doing a blow job tonight, Carl," She explained.
"I know, that's all I want," he mumbled as the clasp of his buckle came undone along with the front of his pants. He pushed them down to his mid thigh and shifted enough to produce his full sheath from behind a pair of black boxers. Rose murred to herself and moved closer, both paws reaching to gently grasp at his sheath and begin to stroke over its size. He was rather large, bigger than others of his kind that she had played with in the past.
"Want me to call you daddy?" she asked and began to slowly pull back on his furred pouch, the first inch of his pink cock being revealed.
"No way," he said with a grunt and grimace. "You already remind me of my kids, no need to make things weirder," he mentioned and gasped as she chanced an exploratory lick against the tip of his member.
"No problem, some like it though. Thought I'd ask," she explained and began to gently push and pull at his sheath in a rubbing manner. A few more inches began to be revealed, the surface of his length covered in a layer of his own liquid musk, and it was a rather strong odor for her. Her nose wrinkled some but she found the aroma to be rather intoxicating.
"What's your kids' names? Maybe I know 'em," she teased and pushed her mouth back around the growing dick, its size starting to be fully realized the more attention she would give it with her tongue. One of her paws worked to keep peeling back the sheath while the other dug into the dark fabric of his underwear and cupped both of his impressively sized balls.
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