FSE

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She took a deep breath. The small, pure black mouse girls legs dangling bellow her as she was lowered into the wooden barrel, legs naturally bending at the knee as she sunk into the shadowy depths, kneeling within with room to spare as the lid clunked into place above her, the clacking of spring loaded metal latches clipping it tightly shut.

Claire could feel her heart pounding, hear her heavy breathes within the confines of the barrel, and make out the slight curves of her chest within the light that bled in through the barrels holes. She shifted a little to get comfortable upon her knees, clenching her toes, looking down at herself; the lacy white bra she wore was a stark contrast to her black fur and stood out in the meagre light, she twisted her body a little to shift the lights focus. It was easy to tell how hard her nipple was, poking against the soft fabric, straining the cup, a teasing glimpse of pink beneath lace. She sighed. The wait was the worst part. She clenched her toes, thighs rubbing together, looking up at the pitch black of the lid, nose inches from it. Her nostrils flared, the scent of her arousal had already infused with the air inside that it had to be leaking out of those holes by now.

Suddenly, Claire jolted in place. She felt the small swell of her breasts jump at her chest, perked nipples rubbing on the lace of her bra and adding to the shiver down her spine as the roof of the barrel was knocked on twice. Her mouth immediately filled with saliva, knowing exactly what was to come. She looked around the confines of the barrel between the three holes made in the sides, and then she knocked, twice.

Claire wasn't sure which hole would be first, she knew the one outside also didn't know which hole would provide the perfect angle. That was part of the fun. The light that came in from her left went black, and before anything else she was hit with a powerful scent of musk, of cock. Claire swallowed down a mouthful of spit, her small maw swiftly refilling as her ears twitched at the sound of fumbling outside, warmth entering through the hole and poking her in the cheek, tip brushing through her velvet fur, smearing leaking pre on her skin, making her shudder.

In the dark she couldn't tell what kind of cock was on offer, even as the tip poked softly at her cheek, the scent invaded her nose, it wouldn't be until she began to explore it with her mouth that she'd truly discover what had chosen to enjoy her. It was- exciting.

Claire pulled her head away, twisting her body a little towards her left, turning her head to come face to face with the dick. Her breaths tickled and teased over the sensitive shaft as she leaned forwards, kissing its tip. Though she rarely figured out the exact species she was servicing, she usually got the basic idea, and this time, she knew for sure, that at least this was an equine, if not a somewhat small one. Her lips pressed into the flat meat of the tip, her small tongue tentatively brushing out over the surface, exploring until it settled on the hole, the males pre washing over her tongue with a teaser of the taste she desired most, the stuff she wanted most.

She opened her mouth, curling her lips over her teeth and pushing her head forward a little, popping that fat flared head into her small muzzle; her tongue lavished the flesh with attention, bathing it in her ever thickening spit that mixed with his pre. Each gulp to swallow down her saliva caused her lips to clench down on the pulsing meat with the softest and briefest of suckles. The soft "Mmmnnfff" that escaped her throat was muffled by fat cock, the majority of the air coming out her nose caressing along her visitors offering. She eased forward, pushing the flare further towards the back of her mouth, depressing her tongue beneath it while the slick muscle wriggled up against the invader. Heavy breathes swirled over the oozing tip, occasionally cut off by firm swallows as another knock on the lid of the barrel followed by another cock being swiftly lunged in through the opposite hole.

Claire could feel the heat of this new dick against the side of her head, nestling in her short red hair, each throb of excitement making it jump against her head within her silken strands. Her body twisted back, facing the central hole, small hand-paw rising to grasp the new shaft within a handful of her hair, rubbing along the much smaller cock. She pushed her mouth forward, stuffing the fat equine dick into the top of her throat, her body jerking as she gagged and tears overflowed from her eyelids, forcing herself further forward until her nose met the side of the barrel, the cock shoved down into her throat, forming a prominent bulge in her neck. Claire's hand moved slowly along the other cock, hair soft and smooth making up for the lack of lube, the other hand reaching up to feel the bulging in her neck, kneading at the thick shaft within. Her throat rippled. Her cheeks bulged. Another, stronger gag, sent saliva out around the tight seal against the equine cock, spit oozing from her nose while tears drenched her cheeks.

Her jaw shifted, trying to open her mouth wider to suck air in around his cock, an obscene slurping filling the barrel as she pulled air in through her thick saliva, pulling her head back, shifting it side to side to wriggle his cock out of her throat. Claire stopped, her hand went motionless, the equine cock pulsed between her lips and sprayed thick lashings of hot spunk directly down her throat into her stomach, her other hand grabbing out to squeeze on the throbbing length, unable to wrap small fingers around it, barely able to slow the eruption. She could hear stomping beyond the wood, pounding on the lid, jolts of the cock towards her, held back by something outside. Her head pulled back, holding her breath as cum flooded the back of her throat, continuing to pull the surging cock from her small mouth, getting a huge rope streak across the side of her face, painting an eye closed and drenching her ear. The shaft continued to drool as it softened, the warm goo dribbling down over one of her breasts and soaking into the cup of her bra before the owner pulled his shaft free.

The small mouse girl was about to turn to give attention to the other cock when she noticed the feeling of a wet warmth in her hand and an absence of something firm in it, she tried to brush the hand through her hair and found the strands to be matted together with a thick, fresh load. Claire's eyes settled on the central hole, head tilted down, feeling the cum crawl through her hair and fur, over her skin, dripping from her chin onto her chest, soaking into her bra and breast beneath, dribbling down the side of her neck...it was her own special kind of bliss.