Just Another Hole
A quickwrite that I think turned out okay. Be sure to leave a comment if you enjoy it. :)
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I may just be a nerdy lupine programmer in this shithole of a corporation, but hell, if I wanted, I could get anyone to bend over. The old lapine janitor? Sucked my dick and let me spooge on his muzzle. The prudish vixen in communications? Let me knot her in the ass. The straight dobie over in maintenance? Ate my dirty ass and swallowed my load. And I've fucked that slutty equine accountant backwards, forwards, and sideways in every possible hole.
Call me bisexual if you want, but whatever. Males get me off more, but call me gay and you'll need a new pair of legs. I do females, too, and honestly, I've never had a problem getting either. When I drop my pants, everyone's a faggot. Straight, lesbian, married, asexual--they all become cock-hungry whores, just asking for a stuffing. And I'm damn good at stuffing, too; I never have to touch a male to make him squirt, and I usually make the bitches orgasm at least three times. Heck, I've made males come that much before.
So it's not too surprising that I've got a reputation. I usually bed at least one new person every day, sometimes at one of our houses, sometimes in public, sometimes at work. I'm never surprised when someone gropes me, and I'm always more than willing to grope back. I don't think myself a whore; people want my dick, and I'd hate to deny them the pleasure.
So I'm sitting in my cubicle when my boss, the big, black, burly bull, calls me into his office, to talk business or some bullshit like that. He's the kind of guy you look at and cringe away from, because he's so big and muscled that he looks like he could break your arm with a pawshake. I'm a pretty big wolf (in more ways than one, ha ha), but he towers over me; I swear he's at least six feet.
I've never fucked him before, but I'm pretty sure that's what he wants. He's walking like he's got this under control, like he's the one in charge. Bet he's not used to being dominated. I always love breaking the new boys in. The last real dom I had was this fellow wolf whose boyfriend I screwed, or something like that.
Betcha he's not a pure top anymore.
As we walk in the bull's office and the door closes behind me, I'm staring at his ass. It's big, round, and tight, so I grope it with a paw, kneading the muscle. I'm thinking, It's gonna be hard to talk business with my big dick in your muzzle.
I hear him grunt, and he lightly says my name, like he's trying to caution me. I move so I'm standing beside him, but I keep my paw on his rump. I meet his eyes, and ever-so-slowly, I slide my paw underneath his pants, feeling down his ass-crack, teasing over his tailhole. His posture is telling me to stop it--he's as much the composed, dommy bull as ever--but his eyes are telling me something else.
I reach up and begin licking, biting his neck. "Bet you've never had someone do this before," I say, my voice all low and sexy. I rub at his tailhole like it's a bitch's clit, and he's able to keep a straight face for an impressive amount of time before he bites his lip and his hole clenches and loosens, letting me farther in. I mean, five seconds is pretty damn impressive.
His pants are still on, but I lick my fingers and finger-fuck him, trying to loosen his absurd tightness. He keeps quiet, but he starts grinding his dick against me when I start using more fingers and going deeper. Eventually I'm able to work him enough that I can get his hole to gape what I guess is a good inch and a half. I grin, because ten minutes from now, he'll be getting and loving an assload of dick.
I pull him away and get a good look at him. I can tell from the bulge that for a bull, his cock's impressive--and for any other species, that makes it huge. Bigger than mine, but it don't really matter. Been with stallions with a foot of meat before, and all they care about in the end is getting stuffed full of hard wolf meat.
Y'see, I didn't start grovelling at his feet when his pants came off, but when I fumble with my belt and get off my pants and boxers--well, whaddaya know; that shit's magic. He's on his knees and has got his paws on it already, and there's this fire in eyes that says he's just craving to be filled with cock. He massages my shaft, rubs my knot, and fondles my balls, getting his burly paws over every square inch of my wolfhood, and I can see it flash across his muzzle: he's wondering why the hell he hasn't done this before.
I say, "You like that, don't you?" He doesn't answer, but it doesn't matter. It wasn't a question.
I can tell immediately that he's straight; he's obviously never sucked a dick before. First he sniffs it, then he licks it, then he just kind of puts his mouth on it and looks up at me. So I teach my straight boss how to suck my dick; nothing new for me. He devours everything I tell him, but every thirty or seconds or so he forgets it all and just tries to devour my dick, shoving it as far down his throat as he can. Flat teeth don't hurt, but that can't stop him from choking and gagging when he does swallows me, or when I shoot a load of pre down his throat. But he keeps on trying to take the whole thing, and he's beating his dick as hard as he can, so it's obvious he's enjoying it. I mean, I normally feel bad when people choke on my pole, but the choking is actually getting this guy off.
It don't feel too great, but it's kinda hot watching this stud swallow up your dick. And he certainly learns how to swallow it; he goes farther and farther down until he finally reaches my knot--and trust me when I say that's no easy feet. Catches me off-guard, so much that I swear, "Oh fuck," under my breath. And I see his face light up; he's thinking, "Oh man I'm good, I'm deep-throating this badass wolf's dick, all the way in." His face scrunches up, and he starts making all kinds of noises around my cock. His whole body shakes with the fury of his masturbation, and I hear a loud squirt as he shoots, mouth still firm around my shaft.
Shit, this'll be a story to tell.
When he pulls off, he takes in a huge breath, and there's this big cord of pre connecting my shaft to his mouth. He pants for a bit before he starts mouthing at my shaft again. I pull him off my dick and he looks like he's gonna smack me for it... until he realizes what comes next.
I ease my pants the rest of the way down and pull of my shirt, getting this little high I always feel whenever I strip to nudity in someone's presence. When I've got him naked, too, he does just what all the thousands before him have done: bends over his desk, lifting his tail like a good little bitch, looking back to see when he's gonna get some dick in there.
I tell you, there's nothin in the world better than a spread ass. It don't matter if you're watching it, touching it, licking it, fucking it... tailholes are just fucking amazing. The way they clench up when you're about to open 'em, the way when you plunge in the warmth and tightness wraps around your pole, squeezing you, pulling you in like it's desperate for some good cock. Even if the guy don't know it, his ass does: when it's in you, my cock'll make you moan and squirt like you've never done before.
Sometimes I'll lure in cute sluts, usually foxes, with the offer that if they show me their ass, I'll let 'em watch me beat my meat. You should see their eyes when I whip it out. Ten minutes later, they're bouncing on my dick and begging me to knot 'em. Thirty minutes later, they're limping around at work, dripping hot wolf seed from their worn hole. Sometimes we'll meet later so I can suck out the rest of my spunk and fill 'em up again.
Bet I've fucked a couple thousand tailholes and munched at least a few hundred, so I guess you can call me a connoisseur. Each species and each person is different: some holes are big, some small. Some tight, some loose. Some red, some black, some tan. But they all love my fat dick, and this bull's is no exception. His hole is big, gray, and tight, but I betcha it won't be tight for long.
I drip enough that I never need lube, and I only have to eat ass if I want to. This isn't one of those times; this bull wants dick, and you know me: I grab my cock, rub it up the crack of his pretty ass, 'till his hole's twitching and clenching so much that it's begging me to split it wide.
And just like that, I'm fucking my boss in the ass, just like I'm in one of those cheap kinky pornos. But don't start gettin any wrong ideas; there's more to it than just feeding your dick to 'em as hard and fast as you can, 'specially if your cock-warmer's a virgin. Do stupid shit like that right at the start and someone's gonna wake up in the ER: him with a busted ass or you with a busted eye.
Nah, you gotta start slow. Fill him up and just sit there, stretching him out. Go slow for a bit, loosening him up and letting him get all nice and lubed. That's all you gotta do. Trust me, they'll let you know when they really want to get a pounding.
Some will start to ride you. I think when guys start riding you, either they've got a horse for a boyfriend, they use these big-ass toys that are like twelve miles long, or you're not fucking them hard enough. Sometimes I just grab on and pound their ass until they stop riding and start squirting. Sometimes I just stop and let them ride me, until they realize that they can't get enough dick that way, and then they beg for it. Aand I pound their ass until they start squirting.
Some guys'll just beg for it from the start. They'll growl or curse and say shit like, "Harder, faster, fuck me, fuck my brains out." Now that shit turns me on, and I'm a kind, sensible wolf who'll give you cock if you ask for it. But those guys are often the same ones who when you're really givin it to 'em, they say real gritty, nasty shit like "oh yes oh fuck gimme that fat dick up my ass." Bet its pretty obvious that I love dirty talk, but shit, if you're a dumb bitch who can't think of anything interesting to say, tell me how much you love my cock plowing your backside_,_ or something else lame like that--don't spout off random shit or tell me to fuck you when I'm already fucking you.
The last kind are the real bitches. It's like they get high or something when you stick dick in 'em. Gets me off when I know they like it, and you can tell that from shit like moans, yips, and growls. But some of 'em love dick so much that it's like they can barely even make a noise when they got one in them. You just gotta watch their body. Last one of these I had was this raccoon who just got this huge-ass grin and starting panting and shit when I stuck my dick in him. We both came three times, and I don't even like raccoons.
Anyway, I can tell this bull is like a toned-down version of that raccoon. He's not gonna be verbally begging for dick, but his body's certainly doing a fine job, 'cause when I'm in him, I can feel him spread a little more, loosen himself up, and press back against me.
So I take that as a cue and speed up. We go for a while, still stretching him, until he's finally ready to get legitimately fucked. And I'm not some idiot, because once I reach my max speed, I don't just sit there and pound him until I fill him like half the lousy tops out there. Seriously, guys, how'd you feel if someone were giving you a handjob and they just beat your dick as hard as they could the whole time? Nah, you gotta mix it up, or it gets boring.
I pull out all the way and watch as his hole slowly closes itself back. He looks back at me, practically pouting. I play with his ass for a while before I push just an inch or so of my dick back in, then pull it out. I keep doing that, each time putting in a little more, until I'm hilting myself each time and pulling right back. He looks back at me, and I swear to God he says, "Please."
"You want it?" I say, pulling out all the way and just staring at his ass.
"Please. Do you need a bonus?"
I gently reach underneath his balls to feel how hard is cock, pressed against the table, is. "I don't need a bonus." I grab myself. "If you want it, turn over and beg."
He grunts, and it takes a while for him to get up and flip himself over on the desk, raising his legs high in the air. I don't have as good a view of his hole, but hey, now I can see his face and dick. He looks up at me, and quietly says, "Please. Breed me raw."
I grin, thinking that this will definitely be another keeper. I ram into him and grind my dick in his insides, putting all kinds of pressure on his prostate. And then I fuck him good and hard, because it's what he wants. He grabs his cock and beats it hard, panting and every now and again making some squeaky, otterish noise.
Now, I'm not gonna lie: his ass feels good and tight but it's nothing worth preaching about. He's not loving it quite like that racoon did; he's not begging me to knot-fuck him like that old bear did last week; he's not yelling and screaming like that loud bitch last Tuesday. His body tells me what he wants, even if he don't know it, and I give it to him. I fuck him hard, slow, short, long, deep, shallow... and he's just sitting there pumping his dick, getting more and more desperate by the second. I grunt and start jackhammering when I feel him tense. I grip my knot, simulating a tie, and time it so that I'm pumping him full of both dick and spooge when he finally shoots. Some of it hits him in the muzzle, but he doesn't care; my cock feels too good for him to worry about anything else.
My dick's all sensitive, but I keep going for a while, until I know he's not up for any more. I know I could've kept going until he came again, but hey, I have to get _some_work accomplished today, and I've done him so good that the poor guy looks like he's about to falls asleep. Doesn't even notice when I eat the spooge off my dick and start getting dressed. I leave him there, spread on the desk, tailhole gaping and dripping, fur speckled from chest to head with his spooge.
And then it's back to work for me.