Yankee Ass
Commission for Jamie otter
Not my otter named Jamie
Proofread by Tsumi for
Aussie Authenticity
I did research and stuff
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An echidna stepped into the underground club, looking around. He had heard a lot of things about this place. He was very interested in the services it provided. The wealthy monotreme showed off a thick stack of bright green bills and was guided to a booth, where he was given a photobook of the workers at the club. He breezed on past the females and shemales disinterested, before he came to the male workers.
In particular he was looking at the image of an otter with green bands dyed into the fur on his arms, the photo depicting the mustilid with his tail raised high, exposing his round, shapely rump and hips, and the tailbud nestled between his cheeks and tailbase. He looked up at the big dingo and pointed wordlessly to the image.
The dingo chuckled and took the book, walking off, "Better take care of those pants before I'm back..."
The echidna looked down, blushing as he saw he was bulging out his pants quite a bit, and worked to pull them apart, starting to slip them down and off his body. His erection stood firmly before him. He sat back on the plush couch in the booth, before in walked his chosen partner for the night.
The wide hipped otter was completely nude, aroused, and he thought he saw a glisten of lube under the broad rudder tail. The naked fur wasted no time, straddling over the echidna's arousal, licking his lips, "Oooh... you're a big one aren't you..." He said softly, in an American accent.
The monotreme perked at this, "Came all this way to sit on my dick?" He chuckled, grinding his arousal to that lubed up backside.
The sex worker purred deep in his chest, "I came all this way to sit on any dick who had the dosh." He winked down to the customer, "And the bosses say you've got plenty."
The echidna seemed confused, but at the same time very aroused by the otter's nonchalant refusal to play the "you're hot" Yes-man, the idea of a purely mercenary fuckboy was very nice in his mind, and he penetrated, groaning and pulling on the wide, graspable hips.
The green ringed otter grunted and started to gyrate his hips, bearing down on his customer's shaft, mind drifting back to how he got into this business.
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Years ago, the otter, Jamie, had been on vacation in Australia, working his way through the city centers, and taking a couple of the less extreme bush tours. He was walking back towards his hotel when it began to rain, hard. He grunted, "What? I thought Australia wasn't allowed rain or something..."
He looked around for any cover, and saw a stairwell going down under surface level, as the closest, and he clambered on down. The bottom of the stairs was still exposed to the rain, but there was a door. He pushed through the door and closed it behind him, panting heavily.
As he breathed, the scent in the air rushed into his nostrils and lungs. Heady male musk. He looked up to see a tall Dingo standing over him, rather skimpily dressed, "Hmm... little small for a customer..."
Before Jamie could look around or even react, a deft paw plucked his wallet from his pocket, opening it up. A deep voice muttered from behind him, "He doesn't have enough on him to afford our services..."
Jamie looked back to see a tall kangaroo, completely naked. His eyes drifted to the heavy, musky inverted loins, taking a deep breath. He paused, and shook his head a bit, "I... I just came in to get out of the rain..."
"Little Yank can't take a little rain?" The dingo taunted, while pulling off his shorts, revealing his own ample sac and sheath to the clearly effected otter.
The Kangaroo was now stripping down the otter, grinning broadly. His bass voice rumbled over the mustilid, "Say, we'll let you take shelter in our establishment.... In exchange for a bit of fun, eh?"
Panting heavily, the otter couldn't resist, the musk from the two dominant males overwhelming his ability to think clearly. He squirmed a bit as he was turned around, and canine paws hefted his tail up, his face brought to press against the soft kangaroo balls, forced to inhale deeply. His tailhole loosened at the scent, his whole body going looser.
"Heh. Your nuts work better than poppers, Mate." The dingo rumbled, before driving his thick, pointed shaft into the little otter below, starting to rock him back and forth between them.
The little otter knew that they had him quite well outnumbered, and it would be useless to resist. He also knew that this felt damned good, and that every time he inhaled, a blissful warmth rushed through his lungs. He began to lose track of time...
The wild mating went on and on, the two males trading off positions, one always keeping the otter's muzzle up against some musky part of the body while the other rode the sweet hips of their catch for all they were worth. They were starting to get sticky from the times Jamie came just from their musk and their cocks inside him.
It was after the dingo knotted into him, that the otter spoke, "Ooohh... I... I don't ever want to leave..."
The 'Roo grinned, "Well, that's convenient... we weren't planning on letting you..."
The Dingo smirked, leaning down to whisper in the otter's ear, "You came all this way to sit on any dick who has the dosh..." He rubbed over the otter gently, "You'll be our most profitable boy toy, and our own personal bitch between shifts..." He held up the otter's room card from his hotel, "Which room were you staying in?"
"2203..." Jamie said without hesitation to his new master, flexing around the thick knot.
The roo grinned, smushing the otter's face into his sac some more, "Good little bitchboi..."
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The Echidna came, spurting hot into the otter's rump.
Jamie sighed, and deftly reached into the monotreme's wallet, extracting a few green and golden notes, before deftly, nonchalantly popping right off the cock, no backspill dribbling out, and walking out of the room, passing the money to his canine Master.
The Dingo pet his little bitch with a smile, "That's a good bitch, now your other Master has a real meal ready for that cock-hungry ass of yours..."
The silhouette of a muscled equine was seen through the wall of another booth, fully erect, but nowhere as near as large as the otter's masters' own. He padded over, giving his 'Roo master a kiss on the balls, before slipping in to the booth and doing his job...
And he loved it.
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