Spell and the Tomb - Part One
Spell and the Tomb - Part One
"Hnnh, fuck..." The stocky, balding canine grunted out, drool running down from his jowls and dripping down off his furry chin. He'd only just opened his grease-stained overalls enough to free his cock, which was now repeatedly gliding into the tight, warm embrace of his client's cunt. "M'gonna cum..." He warned, eyes rolling back in their sockets as his diamond-hard shaft throbbed perilously inside of his companion.
"Go for it." A much quieter voice encouraged, belonging to the younger woman beneath him. She was out of his league by a country mile, and her golden fur starkly contrasted his graying, shabby coat. Her bright green eyes stared up at him as he crooned out in pleasure, her slender fingers gripping onto her own legs to keep them aloft.
A loud, indulgent roar of ecstasy and triumph erupted from her plumber's open maw as he rammed his broad, uncut dick into her slick entrance once more, before his orgasm began. Without any protection between them, his sludgy, sticky nut fired off over and over again into her most precious place, dousing her insides with his distinctly unworthy seed.
After a few moments, it was all over. Her crotch was a mess of sweat, precum, and a much older man's semen, his body odor much more pronounced after exerting himself in such a way. He eased himself off of her onto bad knees, groaning softly as his shaft slid free from her well-fucked cunt. Instantly, thick globs of spunk began to dribble lazily down toward her tail, and she dabbed at the mess with her fingers in an attempt to save her couch.
"Guhh. Pleasure doin' business with ya, Claire. Twenty percent discount, as always." The perverted plumber grinned, sweat running down his brow. The younger canine hadn't moved from her position on the couch, but gave him a curt nod in response. "Can you, uh...grab me that towel over there?"
It took some particularly vigorous scrubbing to clean the old dog's slimy leavings out of her pussy, but she managed. Standing under the warm flow of her shower head, which turned her lovely auburn hair into wet, bunched tendrils, she reflected on things.
Claire wasn't a slut, necessarily. Sluts, in her estimation at least, actively sought out sex. She wasn't the type to chase boys, or wear revealing clothing in an attempt to be noticed. Instead, her brand of promiscuity was mostly self-serving.
She should have been nauseated by the prospect of her tubby plumber draining his nuts into her, but she wasn't. Shame didn't really enter the equation when Claire made decisions. As far as she was concerned, laying underneath a guy while he fucked her was a mild inconvenience in the grand scheme of things.
For one, the men in her life were always excited to see her. She had no shortage of favors done for her, and all for the opportunity to get into her panties--which she happily obliged. Some guys got a bit clingy, sure, but she wasn't interested in a relationship, and she made that very clear.
Her disinterested demeanor regarding sex bled over into most things in Claire's life. The lovely canine was extremely laid-back, tending to go with the flow instead of against the grain. She couldn't remember the last time she'd raised her voice, or rebuffed someone with anything even approaching a venomous tone.
There was one thing she was actually passionate about, however. It was a television show going by the name of Spell and the Tomb, which was now halfway through its fifth season. The program was often mocked by critics and internet users alike for being cheesy, just like its source material. Despite this, something about the show spoke to Claire. She was hooked, and would often leave work early or skip out on meetups with friends just to watch it.
Claire stepped out of the shower, setting about her nightly ritual of brushing her teeth, blow drying her hair, and clipping her claws if necessary. Content to flop into bed and fall asleep to reruns of her favorite show, she was startled momentarily by the loud buzzing of her phone. Someone was calling her?
She eyed her handset for a moment, before rolling her eyes. It was Josh, who was one of those 'clingy guys' she sometimes ran into. Claire had met him at a cinema, seeing some superhero flick that was already on its way out of theaters. They'd chatted a bit while the previews played, and she'd ended up giving him a handjob halfway through the film.
Afterwards, she'd given him her number, which he was keen to exploit as often as possible. Claire would get texts from him every morning, and he would occasionally call if she neglected to respond. The canine sighed, clicking the green button on her touch screen and putting the phone to her ear.
"Hey." She grunted, still in a towel, sitting down on the edge of her bed.
"Yo, Claire! How you doin' tonight?" The eager feline replied. She could feel his exuberance through the speaker, she didn't even need to see his face. "Was wondering if you've like, eaten yet or anything. Maybe we could grab somethin' together?"
"It's like, 10 o' clock dude. I already brushed my teeth." She replied, her voice as disentranced as always.
"Oh, it is--haha! Sorry, I'm usually up until like...three in the morning. Still workin' on fixin' my sleep schedule."
"What do you want?" Claire asked, trying to get to the point.
"Well, I mean..." Josh paused, clearing his throat. "I was like, sorta hoping we could hang out, y'know? It's been awhile since we last saw each other, and we didn't get to talk as much as I'd have liked."
And you want more than just a handjob, she thought, but decided against saying it out loud. Instead, she just rubbed her temple with vague annoyance, considering his proposal. "Well, I'm not coming out, but you can drop by if you feel like it." With that, she hung up.
Claire texted Josh her address, before changing into her PJs. It was a decidedly unsexy getup, consisting of an oversized t-shirt, a pair of fuzzy trousers, and some pink slippers that looked like someone's grandma might wear them. She settled into her living room couch with a cup of tea, tuning into the streaming platform Spell and the Tomb aired on. If Josh had arrived any later, she might've nodded off right then and there.
Instead, she was brought back to reality by the sound of her doorbell buzzing. Grumbling, she wiped at her eyes, before sliding her feet into her frilly slippers, heading off toward the front door. Easing the door open, she wasn't surprised to see Josh there, his grinning face peeking through the crack.
"Well, come on in." Claire intonated, pulling the door open and allowing the feline inside. He wore a tanktop, despite the autumn chill, and a pair of cargo shorts that just barely covered his knees. "Just take your shoes off, yeah?"
"O-of course! Thanks for havin' me over." He beamed, quickly kicking off his trendy sneakers and padding into Claire's den in his mismatched socks. "Your place is uh, pretty nice."
Claire knew that was a fib. Her place wasn't horrendous--she kept it spotless after all. But the canine's home décor was definitely a bit on the utilitarian side. If it didn't serve some sort of function, she didn't want it. "Thanks." She offered, eyeing her half-drunk cup of tea. Was probably cold by now.
As Josh's eyes crept around her living room, he noticed the television. A grin crept across his features, and he gestured at the screen. "Oh shit, is this that uh...Dungeons and Dragons show or whatever? I heard it's a pile of--"
"It's called Spell and the Tomb, and I don't want to hear anything negative about it." Claire replied, folding her arms. "It's my favorite show."
The feline seemed taken aback, and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Oh, uh...I didn't mean anything by it. Just heard some mixed stuff about it online. Like what you like, y'know? I'm not here to try and ruin your enjoyment of it, or whatever."
Claire squinted at him, but eventually relented. If he'd doubled down, she had no doubt she would've kicked him right out. "Anyway, I was just about to get ready for bed. I go to sleep at normal people hours."
"Oh, that's cool." Josh replied, feeling a bit awkward now. "I'm down to just like, sit around and talk, y'know? I just had a great time with you the other week, and like...Existing around you sounds fun, I guess?"
"Alright." Claire replied, walking over to the couch.
The conversation was amicable enough, though Claire couldn't really relate to the objects of Josh's enthusiasm. He expressed excitement about a new car, a raise at his job, and even a puppy he'd gotten recently. Claire mostly just nodded along with his words, half-wishing she was immersing herself into the crown politics her favorite show often delved into instead of chatting.
"Ah, but enough about me." The cat chuckled, shaking his head. "What did you do today? Anything exciting? Or were you just hanging out in your PJs all day watching TV?"
"Ah, well..." Claire replied, rubbing her chin. "I woke up, had breakfast, then I found out there was a leak under my sink. So I called my plumber."
"Damn, was it a bad one? Plumbers can be pretty pricy, especially with the economy nowadays." Josh chimed in.
"It was pretty bad, I'll probably have to replace the cabinet underneath. Was a big puddle of water in there. The guy gives me a twenty percent discount though, so it's usually not too bad."
Josh laughed. "What? Why for? Is it 'cos you're a pretty girl or somethin'?"
"Well, sort of. I let him have sex with me when I need his help, and that's why he gives me a discount." Claire stated, matter-of-factly.
If the feline had a drink, he would have spit it out hearing something like that. This girl? Having sex with some random plumber in exchange for a little discount? It was such a wild thing for her to say that he immediately assumed she was joking. "Oh, ha ha. You almost had me with that one."
"I'm not kidding." Claire replied, crossing her legs. "It was right on this couch, earlier today. I let him cum inside of me too."
Josh was gobsmacked. If she was pulling his leg, she was an incredible actor. He stammered, trying to think of some sort of reply to a statement like that, but he was at a complete loss for words.
"What's the matter?" She asked. Claire had to admit to herself that there was a slight feeling of satisfaction making the cat squirm like this. He was something of an orbiter, and she found his repeated text messages and phone calls a bit disruptive.
"Well, it's just..." He finally mustered, his cheeks burning red beneath his sandy fur. "You don't have to do that, do you? I mean, you're a beautiful girl, you could have any guy you want."
"I don't have to, but I do. It doesn't mean a whole lot to me." Claire replied, inspecting her nails instead of making eye contact. "It makes my plumber happy. And I know he'll do the best job possible because I make him happy. The discount is just icing on the cake."
Josh had a lot of trouble reconciling the cute girl he'd met at the theater with the sort of chick who'd say something like that. Like, sure, she'd given him a handjob and all, but he thought he'd just made a good impression on her or something.
"When I jerked you off in the cinema, how did you feel afterwards? Did it give you a little ego boost?" Claire asked, arching a brow. It was the first time her expression had really changed.
"W-well, uh...yeah, I guess so." Josh grunted, unsure how to feel.
"That's all there is to it. We had a nice conversation, I could tell you were attracted to me, so I did you a little favor." The canine continued, her slipper dangling off her bare foot. "You came here tonight because you were hoping for more, right?"
Josh swallowed hard. What was this girl's deal? Confused and weirded out as he was, the cat decided to reply honestly. "W-well, yeah. Pretty much..."
"Do you still want to?"
Just as Claire had expected, the clingy feline was still more than happy to sleep with her, even after hearing what sort of girl she was. She had him pegged for a virgin since their first meeting, but it became even more obvious when she stood up to remove her top. As her hefty, shapely tits bounced into view, Josh's eyes were wide as saucers, the modest protrusion in his trousers much more apparent now.
She helped him up, amused at his blushing, stammering demeanor. The canine wasted no time unfastening his belt, before unbuttoning his shorts and letting them drop to his ankles. That placid expression on her face remained intact as she slid her dainty fingers into the flap of his boxer briefs, tugging his engorged shaft free from its cotton confines.
He kissed her then--suddenly, and with a clear lack of practice. His tongue forced itself into her maw, seeming to seek out her own, but only finding teeth. Claire pulled away, not being too keen on kissing. "C'mon." She offered, in a hushed tone, eliciting a surprised yelp from the taller boy as she lead him to her bedroom with a hand around his cock.
Once inside, she sat down on the bed, releasing his shaft to strip out of her own clothing. Josh, his heart beating a mile a minute, followed suit quickly enough. By the time he stood before her now-reclining form, a thin bead of precum was already forming at the very tip of his prick.
"Well, are you gonna fuck me or not?" Claire inquired, leaning up on her elbows to look at him.
"Y-yeah, I'm uh...I'm getting to it!" Josh practically whined, looking awfully nervous all of a sudden. The promiscuous canine wondered if it was a general anxiety about performing, or if he was thinking about how she'd had her plumber's cock inside of her less than 24 hours ago.
Either way, the feline climbed on top of her without much further delay, sidling in between her plump thighs and admiring her for a few moments. His hand reached down, fingers grasping that modestly-sized tool of his and lining it up with her pretty pink folds. "F-fuck, alright...I'm puttin' it in now..." He huffed, his breathing already heavy with the excitement of finally losing his v-card.
Josh let out a loud, shaky exhale as he pushed his hips forward, his cock disappearing with ease into her tight, slick little tunnel. "Hohh fuck, Claire..." He moaned, toes curling, back arching as he finally learned what a real pussy felt like. Predictably, his next thrust came quickly, and then another.
"Ought to pace yourself there, tiger." Claire teased, just watching him with those pretty green eyes as he reached nirvana between her legs. His size wasn't too impressive, and his clumsy, irregular thrusting was far from how she liked it. Still, there was something entertaining about his enthusiasm.
"I can't..." He crooned, the feline's mouth hanging agape as he drank in all the pleasures Claire's body had to offer. He realized he was drooling and awkwardly wiped at his chin. "It feels so fucking good~"
"You're gonna pop your cork if-" Claire began, but was interrupted with a low, almost surprised whine from her companion.
"F-fuck, Claire...I'm--fuck, I'm gonna cum..." Josh warned, trying to slow the pace of his thrusting to stave off his impending orgasm, but realizing in defeat that it was too late. His thighs tensed, his teeth clenched, but nothing could distract him from that sensation welling up inside his loins.
The canine beneath him just rolled her eyes, giving him a little smirk as she locked her ankles behind his back. He was going to try to pull out, like in every porno out there, and finish on her face. She could read him like a book. "That's fine. You can do it inside." She offered, though the squeeze of her legs was probably enough for him to get the hint.
A lot of men were loud when they got off, but Josh was particularly vocal. He cried out in ecstasy and surprise from the sensation of cumming in a real pussy for the first time, rolling his hips into her throughout his orgasm and panting like he'd run a mile. Claire felt his dick throbbing something fierce inside of her, the eager cat depositing his obviously pent-up load as deep within Claire's cunt as he could manage.
Once he was finished, Josh slowly, almost reluctantly pulled out, his gooey spunk surging out from Claire's perfect pussy and quickly making a mess of her sheets. It was the most beautiful sight the former virgin had ever seen. "U-um...thanks for that." He grunted, his chest rising and falling rapidly despite only thrusting for a minute at best.
"No worries." Claire replied, giving her guest a thumbs-up. "Can you lock the door for me on your way out?"
Josh seemed a bit surprised, but nodded only a moment or two later. "Uh...yeah, no problem!" He replied, rising to his feet and staring a bit more at her messy crotch as he awkwardly pulled his clothes back on. "Can we maybe...do this again sometime?"
"Mm. Maybe if you come by earlier next time--and bring food. Sundays are off-limits, though. Don't even text me." Claire warned, her voice getting stern. "That's when my show's on."
"Right, right." He chuckled. "Your show."
Josh left, clearly sporting plenty of conflicting emotions about this whole encounter. Claire was pretty sure she shouldn't have let him come over, but she wasn't the type to worry over decisions she made. Reheating her cup of tea in the microwave, the golden-furred canine returned to her couch, her houseguest's cum making a mess of her panties as she switched on reruns of Spell and the Tomb.
It wasn't five minutes before she was asleep, snoring away and drooling on the arm of her couch.