Hustling the Hustler
The temperature outside of the air conditioned gym was over 100 degrees, forcing everyone looking for their exercise inside less they risk heat exhaustion. For Tamati his dark fur made running outside even worse. Besides, the dark fox enjoyed showing off, being one of the taller males in the joint, with a strong, athletic physique. He wasn't as thick or wide as some of the other males were, but his rippling muscles combined with his height made him much more of an imposing figure.
Even in the gym working out was tough, because even with the air conditioning it was far from cool inside. Tamati resigned to weight lifting for a while, tying his silver blond hair back loosely as we worked on the machines. He casually noticed the few guys pointing out his nine tails sticking out of his rear, cracking jokes not loud enough for Tamati to hear. He ignored them. Nobody was gutsy enough to make fun of him to his face, and if they wanted to bitch and look tough sitting in the corner, he didn't mind. He had grown quite accustomed to the volume of light grey tipped tails. He managed the fur quite well even though it took a lot of grooming and a lot of hair product to do so, but he was proud of his dark plume, never tying the tails together as some other multi-tailed furs would do. He never considered himself a peacock, but this tails had that effect on the ladies.
While doing lat pull downs in his yellow shorts, he noticed an exotic female canine glancing at him as she went from machine to machine. He couldn't get a good look at her body with all of the cluttered males between her and himself, but her eyes were mesmerizing. He pretended not to notice, starting on his third set of the entire stack of weights, making those who had laughed at him before shut up and get back to exercising. He smirked a little as he noticed other males trying to glance and look away, pretending not to be interested in the black fox as well. The center of attention as usual. Just as his smirk drowned away, turning his head forward again to focus on his reps, the he looked back up through the hood of his eyes at the woman he had been spotting out before, walking toward him.
She was playing it so hard, swinging her hips as if they needed any encouragement. As the men broke away to clear her way, Tamati realized she was a wolf, dark grey with a lighter grey underbelly that covered her muzzle as well except for the bridge of her nose. She was easily pushing a G cup, her massive breasts unsupported and sagging on her chest ever so slightly. She wore a t-top with a purple thong, and by Tamati's read she was looking for action. The t-top almost didn't cover her nipples, the tip of her tits tenting the fabric, teasing the eyes of every male she walked across. One younger leopard male even followed her with his eyes, mouth agape.
"Watch it honey, you could trip someone," she said playfully, bending over and tapping his mouth shut. She was facing away from Tamati as she teased the young male with her cleavage, nipples nearly showing, but Tamati was rewarded to the view of her thong wedging into her labia, the narrow band of cloth barely wide enough to cover her massive mound. A little bit of her mons spilled out of the sides of the thong as the profile of her pussy lips shown under the cloth. The fox suddenly realized not only was he staring, but he was popping his own tent as well, quickly trying to hide his massive erection between his legs just before the wolf turned around to glance at him, smiling slyly as she scanned over his body quickly, biting her lip as she looked lower. Tamati's tails twitched as his fur on the back of his neck raised a bit, watching somewhat numbly and hypnotized as she walked away a bit looking over her shoulder. He felt an odd sensation between his legs, and suddenly realized that the first two or three inches of his cock had poked out from the hem of his shorts, the pant leg not long enough to hide his erection as the fur of his legs brushed the sides of the bare black shaft, barely concealed between his thighs. No one else noticed his embarrassment as he thought the erection away, trying to remember what rep he was at in his set.
Tamati's eyes still stayed on the sensational body of the female wolf as she went over to the squat rack. Just a few reps into his set he stopped again, seeing her position herself under the bar. No way is she going to do that . . . his mind disbelieving but waiting in anticipation. Sure enough, she took the weight of the bar . . . four hundred pounds of rubber weights already loaded on it. A male who had used the weights before just smiled and shook his head, watching in his own disbelief as she took the weight, rotated the bar out of its safety position, and stepped back, smiling as she looked at the floor to concentrate on her form. She squatted the weight, taking it down nearly all the way feeling the weight.
Tamati's erection suddenly jumped to attention in a flash as the seductress squatted. The already tight thong tightened even more with her squatting so much weight, causing the crotch to squeeze into her labia and dig in, wedging between her mons. Even the lips of her labia flicked out from the tightened fabric, leaving nothing to the imagination as her entire vagina was exposed to anybody looking, thong wedged into her thick mound and revealing everything in perfect glory. Tamati's arms went limp as the weights settled back down, the fox letting go as he just sat there and watched her squat time an time again, the crotch of her thong bouncing in and out of her labia and toying with the flesh of her mound. Nearly all of the males who could see what was going on ran for the showers, trying to conceal their own erections. Since many of the men in the gym were homosexual, they just continued on with their business. Tamati felt like he had nothing to lose at this point and halfheartedly concealed his erection as he got up from his seat and looked directly at the female wolf. She turned her head and squinted her eyes a bit as she looked at him.
"Care to spot me," she asked with her sultry voice, a hint of a Latino accent coming through.
"Definitely," Tamati said with a smirk, moving behind the female as he held her by her slender waist. He couldn't tell what her size was, but it would be ridiculous with her wide ass and chest, yet narrow and muscular waist. He followed her with her squats, also impressed a female could take such weight so easily.
Tamati decided to take a risk, being the most dominant male in the place anyways. It wasn't like he needed a hint at this point either.
"Wait a second hun, I have to readjust my shorts real quick."
With that he pulled his right pant leg up all the way, 10 inches of dark, slender shaft spilling out. It stood upward at an angle, the baggy shorts well out of the way, and the tip of his penis bounced between her legs and the hood of his cock head slapped against her exposed mons, rubbing there a bit. The wolf's eyes went distant and sparkled; her mind focused on the sensation between her legs as Tamati took her by the hips and helped her start squatting again. She leaned into him a bit to let him take some of the weight as she closed her thighs ever so slightly, grinding his penis against her crotch. The fox's penis tingled almost painfully between her thighs, each ones' flesh toying with the other. Both of their legs were too stimulated to exercise anymore, and the female wolf set the bar and readjusted her thong as she quickly turned and placed her arms around his neck, hiding his erect cock between them a bit. If anybody had noticed what was going on, they didn't make it known.
Tamati was easily six inches taller than the fairly tall wolf, looking down at her as she looked up into his eyes, hips swinging a bit as she rubbed his drooling shaft over her belly fur.
"Name's Tamati," he said, using a confident, deep and resonating voice.
"Felicia," the stunningly beautiful wolf said. "Say, I haven't finished working out yet. Want to spar a bit?"
"Sure, I'd love to help you work it," he said with a little of a higher pitch to show his excitement.
"Well, only if you're sure." She pulled away from him, pulling his pant leg down to cover him up a bit. She then thrust a leg straight into the air, doing a standing split. "I'm quite good at my Brazilian jiu jitsu. Care to play?"
"I know a little Savate, if you don't mind getting beat up in front of all the males you just intimidated with your little show."
"Ohhooo, so you've got some balls eh," Felicia say, reaching down and grabbing his testicles through his shorts roughly, pulling herself to him and showing the intensity in her golden eyes.
"I'll tell you what champ, if you can pin me or knock me out, I'll let you have your way with me, right there," she points to the fighting platform," right in front of everybody. If I hand you your ass then my finishing move will be planting one in your jewels, then see if you can show your face around here after you get beat by a girl. Won't be the center of attention anymore."
Tamati pulls her hand away, reaches into his small black sports bag, and pulls out his wallet.
"From you, getting kicked in the nuts would be an honor, so I'll wager $500 against you winning, in exchange for your ass if I win."
Felicia looks in his wallet to see he's got even more money in there. She looks at him with stern eyes but a sly smile.
"I'll take the whole thing if I knock you ass out. Then you'll have to suck dick for cab fare when you wake up."
Both canines are staring each other down intensely, but with very excited smiles on their faces. Tamati holds his hand out, following Felicia to the ring. Felicia puts on some black, fingerless six ounce gloves. Tamati just tightens his shoe laces, but not too hard. They both start warming up as a crowd begins to gather around the ropes. Felicia focuses on knees, knowing leg kicks aren't going to work on this guy, and stretches her shoulders in anticipation of having to settle with a submission if her knees don't work. Tamati works on footwork, knowing the lithe and boisterous frame of Felica is doing to want to get inside to do any damage, and plans on using his height advantage to keep her at bay until he can wear her down enough for the pin. He wants her awake when he wins his prize.
The two canines look at each other and move slowly together, touching fists as Tamati smiles, but Felicia's ferocity shows in her serene face, now focused and ready to show this idiot a lesson. A rat from the audience runs over and rings the bell, and the two contrasted characters move in closer, ready to strike.
Felicia moves in and places a leg kick right at Tamati's knee, and he feels it, but doesn't show his pain. He should have known it was going to hurt, after seeing her exercise. He focuses a bit more intently and starts picking out her flaws. Legs spread too far apart. She comes in for another leg kick but he blocks it with his shin. She takes too long to wind up and her strikes have too long of an arch. She's honestly trying to put everything she's got into hurting him, but is probably looking for a lucky shot.
Tamati anticipates Felicia's duck in any uppercut, stepping off to the side and hitting the side of her head with the edge of his hand, not really striking, just letting her know he's there. He shifts his feet to square up to her as she stumbles only half a step, and then steps between her legs and places an elbow into her back. He restrains himself, not really wanting to hurt her again, but enough to make her muscles sore. Her legs tangle and she hits the ground, but before Tamati can get on top of her to pin she does a kip-up and misses his falling knee. Her t-top can't take it anymore, and her breasts spill out of the light fabric. Tamati, still recovering from his swing, looks up stunned. Now that she's caught him in swing, she lashes out off the rebound and quickly strides him right in the zygomatic process, the pain piercing his cheek bone. Tamati stumbles a little and slowly stands all the way and re-gathers his posture as Felicia dances on her feet, readjusting her top and smiling a little now after landing the first true strike. Tamati shakes his head, deciding that playing it easy is going to get him knocked out.
Suddenly Tamati lunges at her, bounding off of one foot and jumping into the air, spinning his legs. His other foot drives down into the mat just before the other leaves the ground, and his leg zips through the air with tremendous speed, the power of both of his legs put into one kick. Felicia is unable to escape, knowing trying to dodge out of the way and getting caught with a heal would be worse than moving in and absorbing the blow. She moves, but her reaction time is just too slow, although Tamati's foot glances off one of her ears and strikes in the shoulder. Felicia feels something tear, but nothing breaks or dislocates. She bounces off of the ropes and stumbles a bit before going on her hands and knees, Tamati swooping backwards and recoiling himself again.
"I hope I didn't hurt you too much? I want you to still be squirming when I'm through with you."
Felicia gets up and nods her head, not willing to test her shoulder to see if she can move it, not wanting to flinch and give Tamati a tell.
"That was pretty quick, but you only got a little piece. I hope that wasn't your finishing move."
"Hehe, my finishing move will be after you hit the ground, and I've got you moaning like a whore."
Suddenly the men in the crowd realize the stakes of this match and start recording it with cameras and cell phones, some even throwing a few bets around, and not all of them are for Tamati.
Tamati backs down, allowing Felicia to regain her composure a bit, wanting her to throw her arms up into guard now and see if she flinches. Sure enough, in anticipation of another foot strike, she lifts her arms to guard her head, and her arm spasms as she's forced to compensate for whatever tore in her shoulder, her sternocleidomastoid at the side of her neck also tightening up. She has to get his legs out from under him and land a knee to win, which means she has to put all of her remaining energy into moving lightning quick to get past his guard and get inside. Straining she explodes from her stance, doing a cartwheel and going into the air, knowing even Tamati was going to strain to reach this high, but he takes the bait. She spins out of her airborne attack and slams herself into the ground, well below Tamati's flying leg and rolls into him, striking upward into his diaphragm. Tamati's rippling abs give way, but not enough to force his wind out. A split-second of thought though makes him such in the strike after absorbing the energy, playing prey to her attack as he collapses, waiting for her leg to come up to make her finishing strike.
Again, Tamati reacts faster, and as Felicia brings her knee up Tamati tackles her, Felicia unable to absorb the blow with one foot off the ground and falls under Tamati's weight, crushing her into the ground. She smacks the side of her head into the corner post, flying six feet back from the strike, and even though the post is padded she sees stars. She lands on her bad shoulder, the arm going dead temporarily, and Tamati is able to get her on her belly with little resistance, Felicia's mind still telling her to fight but her body unable. He pins her arms behind her back somewhat viciously as a trickle of blood runs down from his cheek, Felicia not giving up but completely submitted by the larger male.
Tamati doesn't say anything. He doesn't lecture her on the fact that she shouldn't fight out of her bodyweight and reach advantage. He doesn't gloat about how much quicker he was, or how well he took her strikes. He just pulls off his yellow shorts, kicking them off of his tennis shoes, and pinning Felicia's arms with one hand, tears at the front of her top, pulling the fabric aside to show her breasts. Felicia's legs start scrambling as she feels his hands pull her thong to the side to toy with her labia a bit, but then she concedes entirely and accepts defeat.
"Alrigh Tamati, you got me. But how about easing up just a bit? I'm not going to fight back. I'm yours fair and square."
Tamati smiled devilishly as he continued to pin Felicia, pulling her head back by her hair as his penis starts dry humping between her ass cheeks, spreading his precum over her fur. He leans forward and whispers into her sore ear.
"You know what, I think you're a smart gal, and probably figured you'd lose." Tamati pulls back to let his cock head slip between her pussy lips as he starts thrusting in, Felicia's hips quivering. "I dare say you wanted to get your ass kicked around a little bit, and then have a private viewing for all your fans."
Tamati's long, black penis squeezes its full length into Felicia's hips as her legs quake a bit, jumping a little when he finds her cervix. Everyone is watching now, some men openly masturbating to the scene as Tamati begins pumping his penis into Felicia's pussy, hitting her cervix each time and making her give up entirely and just put her head on the ground and moan in pain, with some pleasure mixed in the background. Her hips start rising up into Tamati's as her tail falls to the side, inviting him inside. Tamati receives the gesture as total submission and lightens up a bit, still rutting her deeply, and still lightly pinning her arms behind her. Pretty soon Felicia's hips are moving up and down, trying to vary the angle at which he's thrusting into her. Tamati lets go of her arms and falls over her, letting his tongue glide over her neck as he pins her arms at her side now, thrusting in shorter, quick strokes. Felicia's breathing quickens, exhaling in time to Tamati's thrusts as she moans more in pleasure now, her shoulder and head still very sore.
The fox gets up onto his knees and pulls his precum slicked shaft from Felicia's hips. He pulls off her thong all the way and tears her top away, so only her ankle socks and shoes remain to cloth her. He picks her up by her hair roughly and rubs his slimy penis all over her face, the wolf lapping out to try and catch the black shaft. He moves it down to her open muzzle, where she starts licking, sucking and slobbering on the side of his shaft, moving her mouth up and down as her tongue toys with his taught skin. She holds onto his hips with one hand as the other finds his testicles, two fingers caressing each testicle as her thumb wiggles between the two squishy orbs, shuffling his testicles around in her head as if rolling dice. She drags her lips across his length, lips encircling his cock head tightly as she plunges his penis into her mouth. Deepthroating Tamati's girth, she gags just a bit, opening her mouth and pulling his shaft out as precum and saliva dangle from his shaft to her tongue. His hand encourages her head back to where it belonged, and she sucks along his length while her head bobbs back and forth. She shakes her head side to side slowly as she pulls his shaft through her tightly encircling lips, stopping as her tongue swirls around the cleft of his glans where it meets the shaft, making the fox hiss as he grits his teeth in electrofied pleasure.
Felicia finds the base of Tamati's penis between his balls and asshole, where it retreats into the hips, and uses her thumb to aggressively rub along that hidden line, stroking it between the tip of her fingers and the length of her thumb. Tamati's testicles sway back and forth, and between all of the extra stimulation and her magnificent, talented tongue spiraling around his cock head and hypnotizing him in pleasure, he suddenly feels his orgasm welling up. Felicia feels the hidden base of his cock stiffen and swell, continuing to swirl her tongue around the tip of his penis as his sperm gushes out into her succulent mouth, eagerly sucking his shaft for more creamy spooge. He orgasms so violently from the best head he's ever had that Felicia cannot contain the torrent, some seaming out from the corners of her muzzle as she drinks the musky, salty, sticky mess with honest delight.
As his orgasm subsides Felicia takes advantage of the situation and pushes him onto his back, licking her lips as she watches males masturbating or just cleaning up the mess they made them own selves. She hunches over Tamati and straddles his hips, adjusting herself as she looks into the afterglow of his eyes. She puts one hand on his chest as the other reaches behind her to guide his penis to her hips.
"Pinned ya!" She giggles deviously as she starts riding the fox's penis.
Both hands on his chest, her muscular biceps squeeze her breasts together as she leans back and moans in ecstasy, Tamati groaning as his hands caress her waistline, urging her hips to move quicker. She complies, wet squelching noises of coitus coming from the intersection of their loins. Re-stimulated Tamati sits up and deeply kisses Felicia, most of the sperm gone but his own taste still evident. Their tongues glide across each other like silken sheets as Tamati reaches around Felicia's hips and digs the tips of his fingers into the crevasse of her ass cheeks, moving back and forth stimulating her posterior even more as the rough fingers brush along her anus. Again she gives into him, collapsing forward as she wraps her legs around him, one arm across his back while the other surfs through his hair, their passionate kiss still entwining their tongues.
As Felicia bounces in his lap she starts to quake, her regular bounding becoming more erratic. Knowing she's close, Tamati breaks the kiss and latches his teeth onto the side of her neck, aggressively nibbling on her nape as he rocks her hips into his. Felicia's arms tighten around the fox as her legs electrify with pleasure, flowing into her shoulders and arms and through the core of her being. She yells out as she clamps down on Tamati's pleasuring shaft, becoming lightheaded and overcome with the surge of the endorphin rush. Electrified muscles collapse in Tamati's embrace, the afterglow now settling in as she barely clings to him.
They stay that way for a while, some of the males shaking their head in disbelief and walking away, some going back to their exercise. Felicia's slow, labored breathing evens out and she starts to move a little, still embracing Tamati as he purrs holding onto his seductress. Felicia sits up, both her eyes and muzzle smiling at Tamati as the fox starts coming to grips with what just happened. Suddenly a thought flashes through his mind, but too late. Felicia was quicker. Throwing Tamati into the corner and wrapping his arms awkwardly around the post, she secures his hands with a hair scrunchie, doubling it up tightly. Tamati struggles in bondage but realizes his arms are twisted so awkwardly he doesn't have the leverage to break out. Felicia gets up while laughing devilishly in a low grumble, taking Tamati's shorts with her as she leaves the stage, throwing them into a garbage can, then going for the wallet in his pack, taking all of the money out as he yells at her.
"What? I told you if you pinned me you could have your way with me, and if I pinned or submitted you I'd take all of your money if I could. I'm playing fair. Don't like it, do something about it."
The wolf walks out of the front of the building laughing, still completely naked and covered in cum as people on the sidewalk stop in their tracks and gawk at her. Tamati shakes his head, smile slowly spreading across his face.
"Bitch! That little bitch!"
Tamati is me Felicia owned by betawolf story commission done by betawolf and ask with his permission