Stripping for someone special
It's a point of view piece. Hope everyone enjoys it.
The fox adjusts his robe, fidgeting a little. His tail sways from side to side behind him, however, revealing he isn't quite as reluctant as he may seem.* So, i heard you wanted to see me dance, huh, stud? Came all the way out here just for that, huh? *He lets out a bit of a girlish giggle, a blush coloring his dark grey fur. Your eyes wander down his lithe frame, the curves of his body hidden beneath the robe for now.
"You like what you see, huh? I guess I should show you what you really want, shouldn't I?" He turns and slowly pushes the robe down his shoulder, looking back at you coyly as more of his smooth, grey fur is revealed to your appreciative eyes, his own a light blue that glow with passion. The robe drops lower and lower down his body, revealing his smooth back, the same color as the rest of his fur.
As he reaches the top of the gentle curve of his girlish ass, you see the endless soft grey turn to a cream color. With a soft shudder, as if the room were cold, the robe is gone, revealing a cream colored ass to your hungry eyes, a skimpy red bikini bottom the only thing covering his modesty.
His blush deepens as your eyes finally meander back up to his, his walk slow, sultry, swaying, as he walks over to the pole a few feet from your chair.
"I figure you're here for the show as much as anything, right? What kind of dancer would I be if i didn't give my audience exactly what they want..." His small paws slide along the shining pole provocatively as he slowly circles it, sultry music filling the air as he walks around it, losing himself to the beat. His body presses against the pole in just the right way when he does a short spin around it, the bulge in the front of his panties rubbing in a way that you can tell would make him squirm if he weren't so well practiced. He wraps his hindpaws around the pole next, hanging upside down on the pole while spinning around it once, trying to control his soft panting as all of the grinding works him up. As he stands again, gracefully dismounting the pole, he slowly slides down, his girlish ass pushing out towards you as he winks over his shoulder.
After a few more minutes of this sultry display, the fox's attention leaves the pole, his walk just a little bit shakier as he sways back over to you.
Was that enough for you, stud? or would you like for me to get a bit more... personal...? The fox nods towards a back room, away from the prying eyes of the other patrons. His bikini front is very slightly bulging and you can tell he is on the edge of being aroused from his own little show. Your own maleness is in much the same state, tenting your slacks in a rather obvious way. At your nod, the fox takes your paw, his much softer and a little oiled from the pole as he leads you into the softly lit back room.
The fox's smile is a bit more naughty as he softly pushes you down onto the plush, overstuffed seating in the VIP room. His body is soon straddling yours while he grinds along your tent, taking his time as he teases you. "My, haven't we got a rather large one? My dancing has gotten you this hard, stud?" He stands up and blows you a kiss as he hears your disappointed growl. He turns around, his nice, plump, cream colored ass moving up and down your length, massaging it without ever using his hands as his paws grip your legs. When your paws move to grab his ass, he slaps them away gently, but firmly*
"Tsk tsk stud... You can look, but you can't touch... yet." *His ass continues its slow glide up and down your shaft, your pre soaking the tip of your tent. "Mmmm... Definitely bigger than most of my clients... I think you deserve special treatment..."
The fox's paws grip either side of his red bikini and slowly pull them down, his lifted tail moving just enough to allow them to slide down and off. Now his pink little tailhole is on display for your hungry eyes as his ass continues its teasing squeezes and slow grinding. After only a few moments of this slow, deliberate teasing, the fox decides you've had enough. Turning around, he drops to his knees, his deft, soft paws easing your zipper down and freeing your member from it's cloth prison. A soft purr escapes the vulpine's lips as the scent of your arousal fills his senses, the tip of his nose tracing your length as his paw holds your twitching hardness in place.
"Murrr... Even smells like a stud... Lucky me..." A soft tongue decides to meander along your length from the base the tip, piercing blue eyes closing as soft, warm lips envelop the head of your member. A soft purr escapes the fox's throat as he tastes the first bit of your pre, his muzzle slowly sliding lower and lower along your thick maleness. In seconds, the base of your member is also enveloped in his hot, well trained muzzle.
Every reaction the fox notices in your expression after he opens his eyes adjusts his oral ministrations. When he notices you getting close, his muzzle slows down, teasing you relentlessly as his tongue finds every sensitive area, flicking over each in turn. Eventually, the warm, wet feeling leaves your member, a finger pressing against your lips to silence you as the fox straddles you again, leaning down to whisper in your ear as your saliva slickened member slides under his tail, prodding the pink, tight little hole it finds there.
"Now you can touch me..." Needing no further encouragement, your paws soon find his girlish ass and grab onto it ferally, his relentless teasing and amazing muzzle having made you entirely too far gone to care about going slow any more. The fox only has time for a little squeal of pain and pleasure as your member finds it's mark, spreading him open and pushing in to the hilt in one brutal thrust. His paws grip your shoulders as you take him for the ride of his life, all of the teasing, sultry temptress you saw earlier lost to the primal need to be filled
"O-oh gods... F-fuck m-me..." He begs for more of you and you can only oblige, the thick shaft of your member nearly crushing his prostate as you push up into him with such force. The fox's cries get a bit more high pitched as your teeth find his neck, sinking in and holding him in place. His own member soaks your businessman's suit in vulpine seed as with a muted roar of pleasure, your own orgasm comes crashing down upon you, your seed filling the tight passage of the fox's ass.
You both pant and rest against each other as you come down, neither willing to move as you bask in the warmth of each other's presence. The fox's teasing little lips brush your ear as he whispers in it. "I hope you become a regular..."