Happy New Year's Foursome
Well, I tried a little different tactic here well writing this, something new for the new years. Though, for all my intentions, I have to say that I will probably be revering back to a simpler basis ... but never the less, enjoy!
Oh ya... almost forgot;
Warning, this story contains explicit sexual scenes, filled with stuff that 17 and under shouldn't see, some coarse language.
Happy New Years foursome
The heavy base from the strip club, a story down, wouldn't bother him, for he was far too distracted by his Profit and Loss Statements Sheet.
Growling quietly to himself, Mayler double checked the perilous results by looking from his receipts total, and back again at his statement, it was accurate, which would mean that his club, 'The Snake in the Hole', was just holding a sustainable prophet. To put things short, he wasn't making the right amount of money.
"Fuck!" Mayler snarled at his partner, a male red fox, Reaver. "This gig has been goin' down the drain over these last few months. I thought by taking that risk, and extending the club, we'd recover, but it just screwed us deeper, look at it..." He struck the already crumpled paper, "I doubt we'll even make it through next year." Leaning back on his black-trimmed-pink work chair, Mayler glared angrily at the plain white ceiling of his office. It was New Years Eve, and he should have already left to join his mate back at the suit, who had thrown a celebration for the New Year. Instead though, he had had to stay behind and check his finances.
"Listen, buddy." Understanding his frustration, Reaver had spoken up. "We've run this gig for five years, you and me, and have gotten through a hell of a lot deeper financial shit then this. Like remember the first year, when we weren't getting no customers, or that time when Jade, our star stripper broke her paw and had to take a month off to recover? Remember how that screwed us, but you overcame it. Hell, you couldn't be doing that bad, if you still own one of the most expensive suits in the city... we've just hit a small bump." Mayler was already feeling better and his friends words made him reason. Bending back down to look respectively at the fox, he smiled.
"Fuck it... ya now what, your right, Reaver. I got a party, and a smokin' hot bitch waiting for me... we'll talk about this tomorrow." Reaver nodded.
"That's what I thought. Now you get your sorry tail out of here, I'll close up in an hour or so."
"So you're comin' to the party then?" Reaver nodded once more, his white tipped tail bobbing with his head.
"You bet it, wouldn't miss that kinky sex-fest for my life." This widened Maylers smile, and as he got up and put on his maroon trench coat, hanging un-neatly on the back of Reavers chair, he replied, smacking the foxes ass,
"Bet you wouldn't, you dirty animal, and don't forget to bring that mate of yours."
***
As Mayler descended the flight of stairs to the car lot, he was already feeling better. His club was rather large, but he easily bypassed the fevering hustle-bustle of the grinding, dancing, animals by taking the main hall, which spanned the building.
Stopping only to inhale the rich, musky scents coming out of his VIP Sex Chamber, he was soon out and into the icy parking lot, clicking the 'Unlock' sign on his keys. A beep from somewhere to the left, and soon he found his black Dodge Viper, a single line of fuschia-pink shaping its body, and a fine layer of snow glazing its form.
Jumping in and feeling the leather driver's seat mold to shape his back, he put the key in the ignition, and started his car up.
Backing up carefully, he pulled out of the parking lot singing 'The Bad Touch', and indulging in the soft purr that the engine made.
***
"God, babe, where have you been?" The voice that had greeted him at the large double-doors leading into his house was none other than his mate, Spice.
"Just had to clean up some things back at the club, nothing big." Mayler, on the drive to his home, had made a deal that he would keep his financial problems to himself, until they got better.
"Well, you missed the beginning of the party; I moved it all upstairs... worried that if you hadn't come soon, you would have arrived to a drunken group of sobs. I've opened up the bar you see, hope you don't mind." Mayler shrugged nonchalantly, then said,
"Not at all, I mean, what's a party without drinks, I sure as hell am in the mood for some." Spice smiled and hugged him, intentionally rubbed her vag, visible through her meshed dress, across his own clothed member. Mayler shudder affectionately, and wrapped his arms around her.
Playfully nipping one of her perked brown ears, and then licking her muzzle he broke the hug, moving to grab her wagging bushy tail and waist.
He then made his way, still holding his sexy mate, up the curved marble stares, to where, at the top, techno music blared.
***
As they approached the entrance to the party room, Spice raised her voice, asking a question.
"Are Reaver and his mate coming?" Mayler nodded.
"You bet, but for now he's staying behind, closing up the club for me." This sentence made Spice shake her head in a praising manner.
"That Reaver of yours, what a good guy. I think that when he does come around, I'll give him a nice cleaning... yes, that's how we can repay him... relive him of all that stress he must be suffering from." Mayler smiled mischievously, amused, and a little itchy, as he understood how horny his mate really was that night.
"Fine by me... and plus, it might get me off the hook of having to give him a raise." Once again, Spice smiled, flashing those perfectly white canines... making Mayler remember how great his life as a business owner really was.
***
For six songs, Spice was obediently at Maylers side, dancing gracefully, sexually, to the beat.
What finally parted them was the hollow ringing of the front-doors brass doorbell, marking the arrival of Reaver, and his lovely mate, Sage. Walking together, dancing almost, Mayler and Spice greeted them at the entrance.
After flicking her tail across Reavers nose and kind of whimpering, Spice grabbed Sage by the hand, and dragging her, laughing boisterously, up to the dance floor, leaving Mayler alone with his friend.
"Damn you smell good." Reaver said, as Spice and Sages laughter became part of the party. "Your mate's pheromone is practically dripping off of you."
"Are you sure it's not sweat?" Mayler responded, but then added, "Your nose is as keen as ever, she's really horny tonight, just wait till you see her on the dance floor."
"I look forwards to it... and what was that whole tail brushing thing she did?" Reaver continued inquiringly, hanging up his own trench coat next to Maylers.
"She wants to give you a 'cleaning'" Mayler explained. "Or at least that's what she said to me. Hope you're in the mood for some sex tonight." This made Reaver bark.
"Hell yes! You really struck gold by finding her."
"Not gold, even better, diamond... say, how was it, closing down the club so early tonight?" The fox just shrugged.
"Fine, no one really minded... oh and Jade told you to 'enjoy yourself' if you catch my drift."
"Indeed I do, but and I think I already am... let's get up to the dance floor."
***
As Mayler and Reaver approached the entrance to the party room, a stifling, warm, extremely musky, breeze ruffled their fur, making Reaver sigh and bring a paw to his suddenly bulging foxhood. Mayler felt his own loose jeans tent around his erecting cock.
"Well!" He exclaimed giving his wolfhood a pleasuring rub. "It really has heated up in there." Reaver chuckled.
"You can say that again... oh wow... this is really making me hard, how many animals do you have over?" a wet mark had soaked through Reavers casual dark-blue pants, and he smiled, feeling his balls start to itch.
"Ah, around twenty. But we're talking about sex craze here, wonder what's making all the commotion."
"Let's find out." Reaver exclaimed before walking into the hot room dreamily. Mayler followed.
***
As Mayler and Reaver entered, they saw a loose ring of extremely horny animals looking pleasurably at something going on in the center. Even the Dj had stopped to stare trancelike on a scene out of the two friends' views.
After brushing through a few cock rubbing, pussy licking individuals, the cause of the commotion became clear.
There in a passionate and exotic embrace, Spice and Sage were pleasuring each other in the best of ways, putting on a show for the horny spectators ringing them. Mayler was impressed, and immediately wanted to get in on the action. He stepped up to base.
"Well, well, well. If only you were that passionate while fucking me." Spice taking notice of his appearance, gave one more passionate rub to Sages sloppy vagina, then walked over, wrapping her wet paws around his neck, and pushing her sweaty body against her mates.
"I guess you've forgotten how I treated you a few nights ago, eh, do you need me to... remind you?" Mayler nodded, giving a sharp toothed grin.
"Yes I think I need some remindin'... but Reaver here also needs a good 'washing', as you had promised, so if you could fit him in, that would be great." His casual words covered for the raging feelings inside of him. Feelings that would make him viciously mount his irresistible mate then and there, and plunge his swelling cock down her tailhole.
Looking heatedly at the engrossed fox, Spice nodded.
"How about a good foursome, dear, me and Sage, you and Reaver. You game 'Big Wolf'?"
"As always. Clean yourself up, I want a fresh slate, and meet me up in our bedroom. I'll get Reaver." The music had started back up as Spice parted, and Mayler turned to talk to Reaver and his panting mate.
***
They were all together, naked, on the master bed, tails wagging in excitement and a fresh layer of towels protecting the duvet. Now was the time.
Mayler was respectively stationed at the back of Spice, while Reaver took the front. Sage lied below. Her tasks; tease each of the dominating male's balls and tingling shaft with red tail and rough tongue.
Nodding to Reaver, Mayler moved to push his shaft and bulging balls up against his mates tailhole.
***
Coincidentally, Mayler was the first to show his glistening tip, already dripping with lubricating pre-cum. He had already been aroused due to what he had seen prior to this, and the combined work of Sage and Spice had pushed him overboard. Falling into the heat of ecstasy, he felt a dominating growl building in his throat.
***
Reaver soon followed, grunting in pleasure as his mate's tail brush him, teasing his shaft until finally it revealed its guarded treasure. Pushing in closer to Spices beautiful muzzle, Reaver coaxed her to start licking, by rubbing the wet tip down and across her maw. It worked, and she happily obliged.
***
On smelling Reavers arousal, Mayler pushed up harder against his mate's tailhole, edging his partially erect dick into it, and blissfully smiling as her sphincter muscles clenched and massaged. Bending in further, he started to hump, his pre-cums flow speeding up .
***
The sudden spur of dirty pleasure made Spice move to suckle Reaver, whom had started to hump as well. Tightening his grip on Spices neck, yet still leaving room for Sages tongue-play, he started releasing musk by the barrel.
***
At the state he had now worked himself into, Mayler knew that he could no longer turn back. His own musk had started seeping from his scent glands, adding to the potent pheromone of both Spice and Sages heats. He had also noticed that Spices soft tail had moved to join forces with Sages, clearly defining that her one-and-only sole purpose, was obliging to the task of utterly arousing her male counterpart.
***
Feeling that oh-so-familiar dominant air fall over him, Reaver started yiffing, plunging his dick deep into Spices dripping maw, forcing her to deep throat him. She was on her way to do so anyway, because her sloppy laps had started to show some teeth.
***
Maylers tempo increased as he felt his climax building up, and his prior semi-dry humps became lavished in lubricants. His cum as well, had started going white, making him growl dominatingly as he struck harder. He was becoming that wild animal sex makes everyone into, and he embraced it.
***
At this point as well, Reaver was feeling those oh-so-pleasurable natural urges, making his pace, as well as his wetness, increase.
Still enraptured and concentrated on Reavers dick, Spice sighed heavily, dripping his now bold white cum in rivulets across her sweating muzzles and submissively lowered ears.
Speaking of sweat, Reaver was slick with it. Panting lovingly, tongue hanging out and curling in passionate twists, Reaver reached a new high, making him shiver and bark loudly. Gazing over at Mayler, he nodded, smiling now for all he was worth. His message was clear... 'I'm hitting my climax, won't last very long now!
***
Mayler, hearing Reavers bark, and then catching his meaningful gaze, nodded back. His own knot had swollen greatly, and his heart was hammering against his ribs like a caged animal, crazy to get out.
Sage, being covered with all three sex-mates fluids and sweat, moaned loudly as a lustful orgasm wracked her body, making her shoot a large pheromone burst up into Maylers and Reavers nostrils.
***
On scenting the feminine serge from Sage, Mayler gasped, tensing up his body as he was thrown into passionate convulsions, and sprayed his semen into his irresistibly beautiful bitch's sopping anus.
Soon, Spice was fit to overflow, so Mayler detached from her drowned tailhole. Cum that hadn't been absorbed into her body spilled forth, covering her lowered tail, and running down her hind legs. Placing his still pouring prick across her arched back, he sprayed her down, covering her heaving body with the last of his pleasure.
***
Reaver, still jacking off into Spices hungry maw, fell into a hissing and feral frenzy as Maylers throbbing dick splashed him with semen as well. He then went and shoved his sack up against his sex-mate's muzzle, forcing her to inhale his rich scent, and making her bring up a shaking paw to caress his balls, an overdose it would seem, to add on the already fondling tail of his beloved mate.
***
Finally spent, the last drops of semen falling across Spices whitened muzzle, Reaver fell backwards, sweating and exhausted, pulling his shuddering mate into a loving kiss, then lapping at the fluids that had accumulated all over her.
Soon Mayler crashed as well, falling beside his recently retired mate, and Reaver, too tired to talk for the time being. It was a whole ten minutes later when someone finally spoke up, voice roughened by his prior panting.
"Wholly shit. I forgot about that financial problem." Mayler said, looking up at the decorated ceiling... Reaver look over at him unbelievingly.
"Well duh, you just went through a hot--and very bonding, might I add--, sex-fest, a foursome, Happy New Year's to you!"
"So we missed the countdown then, thought I heard cheerin', or somethin'." Mayler said, alerted into a sitting position.
"Yes, we did," Spice exclaimed, painfully rising to meet with him. "But you'd be a fool to think that this wasn't way better." Mayler laughed, falling back down.
"Damn straight, Spice, I've got no complaints, Happy New Year's to you... and to you two as well," Mayler continued, looking over at his Reaver and his mate. The two vixens nodded.
"Happy New Year's, Mayler." Reaver said, before wrapping his paws more tightly around Sage and closing his eyes.