Cream Pie Slut

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Vixen on the Prowl

"Oooohhhh, yeah, give it to me, baby."

Crystal knew that what she was saying was cheesy, but that didn't matter, not as she arched back from the locker room wall, the musty smell of sweat and clinging musk heaving through her lungs with every snatched breath. The vixen whimpered seductively, the stallion behind her cramming deep inside, his hot length of meat pounding her, stretching out her pussy for all that would follow. She didn't know his name, only that he was one of those golden-coloured ones with a white mane and tail to die for, and that he was a damn good fuck. Slipping into the guys' locker room after her cardio session was just the perfect way to start the rest of her day.

Her fur was clean, for the moment, red and bright with energy and essence, though Crystal rolled her hips back devoutly into every slamming thrust. She didn't need to squeeze around a cock that large, the thick head pushing up so very deep inside her, so much so that she couldn't even take every inch of his cock. Maybe the vixen could have done so, with a little preparation, but the stallion was already doing a fine fucking job of grinding into her bare pussy, pre-cum slopping from him, thrust after thrust. The medial ring pulled at her folds with every stroke, popping in and out, though she yearned for more, the mess of it all spilling out of her, hot and creamy and so very slick that it was not to be contained.

"Oh, fuck, you're... Unfff..."

The stallion groaned, his paws on her hips, dragging her back onto his cock as he climaxed, though the rippling pulse of her orgasm pulling through her was her delight, not his. But what else could the vixen luxuriate in other than knowing that she was going to be the best-known cream pie slut in town by the end of the day? She milked his cock for all she was worth, his cock aching deep inside her, pulsing with every throb of lust he had for her.

And every drop was for her, her pussy taking it all, though some of his seed could not help, even then, but slop from her pussy. It drooled out, thick and wanton, marking the folds of her pussy, dripping down her thighs. But Crystal had to try to keep it all inside her, right up where it belonged, her panties stretched between her thighs while her shorts were tugged down a little lower. Her crop top covered her breasts, revealing the bare expanse of her stomach and the white of her belly, her fur soft and clean, but not for long.

When his cock slipped from her, softening in time, she flicked her tail up and slid her panties in snugly against her soaked pussy, helping to keep his seed inside. It wasn't going to help in the long run, but if she clenched really hard, it might keep what she needed inside her for a little while longer.

"Nice going, stud," she chuckled, one eyebrow raised, her shorts tugged back into place. "Couldn't have picked a better cock and balls to start my day with."

Slumping against the metal lockers with a bang, half-naked and panting, the stallion blinked slowly at her.

"What?"

Crystal blew him a kiss.

"Don't worry about it, honey."

She didn't need to hang about, not when she could sashay out of the locker room with her bag over her shoulder into the leisure centre, her white-tipped tail flicking softly behind her. The weight of his cum inside her drooled and threatened to spill out, though she wanted more still inside before she let it all loose.

Where to next? The fox could go anywhere, anywhere at all, brushing her fingers down the arm of a cheetah who looked like he would be up for some fun, hanging out near a too fashionable shop with his branded hoodie tugged up over his ears. Maybe he could scent her pheromones on the air, how ready her body was to be bred and fucked, over and over again, or maybe she was just that influential. Crystal didn't care, as long as got every drop and every inch that she wanted from whatever partners were up for the challenge of pleasing her.

The cheetah kissed her passionately, lustfully, as if the moment was about to be stripped from him at a moment's notice, his tail ringed at the tip, lashing back and forth with raw lust. He didn't know her name and Crystal didn't have a clue who she was, though she needed him all the same, drawing his hardening cock from his jeans with a whimper of lust.

"Oh, yeah, honey," she cooed, her tail practically wagging with delight, even though she was a fox and not a dog. "Give it to me... You know what I want."

She made that quite clear as he hitched the flexible vixen's leg up over his shoulder, though Crystal would never quite have any recollection of how she had ended up with her shorts off, her panties dangling off one foot. Although she had her shoes on, all she needed was to press against him, more naked than the feline, though all that was forgotten as his cock drove into her.

Their heights matched up well for the position, though her hamstrings ached a little - it was something easy to put aside. She groaned, letting her head fall back, the cheetah's sharp teeth on her neck as he hissed, pounding her already sloppy pussy as hard as he could, knees bending and flexing for thrust after thrust.

"Mmmph, how are you...so wet?"

The cheetah didn't need an answer to that, not as his barbs dragged and pulled against her pussy every time he pulled back, though they had softened, not as they would have been for his species many, many generations ago. Furry bodies were better suited for one another than ever before and Crystal was glad of that as she took him like the pro that she was, panting and gasping, her tail trying to flag behind her, to show off her arse to anyone that cared to look. However, down the alleyway, there was no one to take note of her assets, her body, everything she had to offer as a willing slut on show, though she understood the need for discretion, solely to keep what was going on between adults only.

If she was going to fuck in public or on the edge of public, it was still important to remember herself, her values, all that she held dear. With as good as his cock felt inside her, making her mind drift away, pound after pound, her jaw clenched against a cry that threatened to spill from her lips in a shriek that would have most definitely garnered attention.

She had to hold it, had to cling onto him, panting, heaving, her breasts rolling with every gasp of air she dragged into her lungs, but she couldn't stop the force of her orgasm, the position making the fur of his crotch tickling her clit with every stroke. It was soft enough down there for her to lean into it, to want even more, whimpering as orgasm pulsed through her, stroke after stroke of his meat sending her to heights of delight unlike any other.

He was not long after her, seeing it as a quickie and not a marathon. But cats were very often quick off the draw, moaning into her neck as he bit and slammed deep, the slender tip of his cock even more sensitive than ever as he spilt his load inside her. His balls ached too fervently for him to hold back for a single moment more, tail swinging back and forth, the vixen smirking triumphantly as he added to the already sloppy, thick load of cum inside her already.

And to think that he thought that she was merely just that turned on...for him? Oh, he was sweet. If she wasn't there to fuck and get the hell out of there, she would have hung about for a while longer. Maybe she would have even gotten his number.

But it was not what Crystal was there for, blowing him a kiss as she dragged her clothes somewhat back into place, though she bent over a little first to give him a good view of her arse and her sloppy, messy pussy before making good her exit. Cum drooled thickly from the flushed, swollen lips of her pussy, but the gape that had been left there was from the stallion and not the cheetah. The stretch, however, and the slickness left behind, had helped her take him and his barbs with ease. That was exactly why the vixen had chosen the stallion for her first cream pie partner.

Maybe her last too... But not the same horse.

She slipped through the shopping centre in search of another, the sports shop catching her attention, though she would not hang about for a snicker at the balls or a crude joke or two that were, to be fair, right up her alley. Crystal was who she was, after all, a fox who was more likely than not to be found in some kind of athletic wear, perhaps running or playing volleyball, though she had begun dabbling in weightlifting too. It was amazing what a body could do when one put their mind to it.

That was why the vixen had to squeeze down on nothing, holding every last drop of their cum inside her that she possibly could, even though it was difficult, so very difficult. She swallowed a moan as she eased through the shop, glancing at shelves of shoes reaching to the ceiling, racks of clothes... Though they were not her prey, not her target. They couldn't please her like a guy could.

Well, no one could honestly say that she didn't have a type as she caught the eye of the cashier, a guy that she had had before and only remembered the name of because, well, he kind of had had a name tag every time they had done the deed. He was a thickly built moose with a full rack of antlers and, damn, he was hot, muscled but with a heavier, more powerful build, something of a muscle gut.

Crystal didn't care about abs though, not as she lured him into the changing rooms, the curtain sliding shut with a rattle after them. The moose, Troy, lifted her up against the wall, holding her, quite easily, in his arms, her panties strained to their limit as she tried to wrap her legs around him. But she was there at his mercy, panting, grunting, trying to be as quiet as she possibly could, his fat cock burying itself up inside the sloppy mess of her pussy, cum drooling from her thickly already.

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