Phoning It In
Steamy nasty public sex.
Holding my breath, I unlocked the door and pushed it open.
The room was a copy of every other room in the motel; boring and unremarkable, except for one the plain cardboard box sitting on the edge of the bed.
Just seeing it set my heart beating faster. I closed the door, crossed to the bed and picked it up. Roughly the size of a pillow, the box was unmarked and devoid of tape, the top flaps folded to keep it closed. The light weight contrasted with the way I could tell it was mostly full.
Then I lifted it up to my nose and inhaled. Male raccoon, strong and pungent. For it to be this powerful he must have rubbed it with his balls.
More than the motel room, more than the package, it was the smell that brought back the memory of the last time I'd been here and holding a box. Inside was just a bottle of lube, a blindfold, and a pair of pink panties. The note had read "Use these, lay face down, stay silent." I don't know how long it had taken him to come inside, and without a word he yanked my underwear down, my tail up, and fucked me. He'd cleaned himself up, sparing me only a ruffling of the top of my head his way out.
My dick suddenly ached, hard enough to hit home runs, and I was shivering. I dropped the box and unfastened my slacks, getting some room.
Inside this box, on the top of everything else, were two envelopes marked "Read Before Looking" and "Read After Looking". I obeyed, opening the first letter.
Cumrag,
_ You've got homework: you're going to go out and get fucked again. This time, you're not allowed inside a bar, you're not allowed to make chitchat, you're going to just fuck strangers. Yes, plural. That boypussy's going to get whored out by you approaching some cock, asking to fuck, do so, get your pictures, and move on to the next. That is all. Not only are you not allowed to cum until you're finished, but you cannot clean off their cum until you are finished._
_ To make sure you're honest I will be riding on your shoulder. In the box is a Chameleon headset - an earbud and mic for your cellphone that should be pretty inconspicuous. I'll tell you when you are finished. I expect a call by 10pm, right before you start pursuing your first dick._
_ Use everything in the box. Everything. The other envelope has instructions on how to use some of it._
_ Happy whoring, toy._
_ Sir_
Ice water sank into my stomach, pissing off the churning butterfly tornado. Oh my god he wants me to fuck strangers. I couldn't do that. I just couldn't.
My cock throbbed so hard.
I checked the bedside clock. I had forty five minutes before I had to call him. My heart made a break for my lips.
Once the hyperventilation was over, I checked the contents of the box. The phone headset. A dark mesh belly shirt with three symbols arranged vertically: an eye, a heart, and a rooster. A vivid red thong. Some dark stockings with those thick bands around the top - garters? A black skirt - the tight looking kind, not those swishy ones. There were heels. Fucking heels! At the bottom sat a little black case and a tiny purse, but by then I didn't even want to look inside.
With a little hiss of frustration and defeat I started peeling my clothes off and pulling on the ones I had to wear. All that black worked with my red outer fur. The skirt hugged my hips and the waist was low, meaning that the thong straps showed, and with the belly shirt it showed off my narrow rodent chest. I teetered in the shoes.
Two sets of instructions were inside the second envelope. One for the headset, the other showed me how to put on makeup. I found whore red lipstick and purple eye shadow in the little case. I fumbled with it in the mirror, trying not to cry, ending up smearing lipstick all over my whiskers and teeth.
I couldn't go through with this. What the hell was I doing? I wanted to make him happy. Last time was so reasonable - a cute jackal picked me up at a bar, we chatted and hung out and went back to his place. I've never been the one night stand type, getting up the nerve was tough, but doing it was easy. Convincing him to take pictures of me afterwards was embarrassing but simple. Sir seemed so pleased with the evidence.
But now... With my slender squirrel body, with my thick, wavy long hair (Sir insisted I grow it out), and with an outfit like this, I went past twink and into trap territory. Why was I doing this?
My cock bulged against the skirt.
* * *
It wasn't far from where I was going to do this, so I decided to walk, hoping I'd make it on time. At least there were not a lot of people on the street - I passed one tiger and my ears nearly melted off when he looked at me, my shirt, then very firmly looked away. I also nearly fell into the street - stupid heels.
While waiting for a light change at an intersection, I spotted a couple aggressively making out on a bench, one of them reaching into the shirt of the other. From the lighting and at this distance I couldn't make out what they were, but it would be rude to watch. Seeing them though released the vise grip my stomach had been in since I left the hotel - at least I wasn't the only one exposed tonight.
On the next block I passed a laundromat. Through the window I spotted a middle-aged jaguar naked from the waist up, the rest of him hidden by the table and the clothes he was folding. Two bold stickers on the door announced that the business was both clothing optional and public sex-ok. The clothing optional part just made sense, both because you want to clean what you're wearing, but New Hansburg had always been too hot in the summer.
Although I hadn't been to one since college, I was betting this one had a specified area for casual sex. Loose morals, another thing about New Hansburg that either shocked, or drew in the tourists.
Turning down the next street, I hit one of the pockets of clubs, and darted into Babylon's parking lot. Yes, it was a gay bar, but technically he told me I just couldn't go in. Besides, I was sure he'd love the idea of a parking lot, and being here meant I was at least approaching guys who were very likely into cock. Not that I would be getting to use my prick at all, no surprise there.
Hearing a car door slam and voices, I jumped and hid.
Get a grip, man. People are going to see you.
I set up the phone, putting the ear bud on and clipping the mic to my shirt's collar, then dialed sir's number. As it rang, and my heart climbed into my throat with every trill, I slid the phone into a workout case and clipped that to my waistband.
Half way through the last ring, the phone picked up. While I knew it went through, there was no voice on the other end.
"Sir?"
"You there, boy?" His voice had that husk that reached into me and left my tail trembling like the spring of a door stopper.
My breath shook when I let it out. "Yes. Can you hear me ok?"
"Move the mic closer to your throat. Am I coming in clear?"
"Yes sir."
Sir mm'd. "That's better. How hard are you?"
"Harder than a video game from the 80s."
He snorted. "Don't be cute."
I smiled despite myself. "But sir, that's why you like me."
"No, I like you because you're a good place to stuff my dick and be obedient about it. The only thing that should be cute about you is that ass after a few boys have finished with it. Where are you?"
"A parking lot."
He mmhmed. "A few ground rules. No knots in your ass - as soon as he's finished, I want you walking away. If I don't like how you approach someone, you're going to walk away and start over. Understood?"
I pressed a paw over my face, the pad making little noises as it rustled my fur. "Yes, sir."
We waited in silence. I heard another car door slam and some laughter, and started forward. A couple of guys climbed out of a car - an otter and some kind of cat, who were way too close together to not be a thing, and a husky. I sidled up next to the husky and touched his elbow. "Oh hey, can I uh, do I uh..."
They all turned to look at me.
Sir grunted in my ear, "That's an awful pick up. Move along."
I mouthed the air a second, my nose flattening. "Sorry, I thought I knew you." As one of them said something, I darted away, feeling their eyes on me as I moved around a truck.
When I was safely out of sight, I hissed, "What do you mean it isn't good enough? What do you want me to say?"
"First of all, boy, don't you take that tone with me. Secondly, you know exactly what I want you to say."
Clinging to the car I leaned against, I shivered just a little bit. He was right, and I didn't want to say it, not at all. When I moved, the skirt grated across my cock, making my hips twitch.
Sir didn't say anything, probably distracted with other things until I managed to do something interesting. I followed a car as it parked, then watched as the driver slid out. A slinky ringtail. While he was in tiny jean shorts, not a skirt, he didn't look much different than me.
Taking a breath, I shoved off and came up to him. Here goes nothing.
"Hey," I said, getting him to turn. "My mouth's all out of cock; can I borrow yours?"
Okay, it sounded better in my head, but the ringtail's eyes widened, and I heard a little amused cough in my ear. I held my breath, expecting protest from either end; Sir had said I was going to get fucked, but I doubted he'd complain over this, and it at least gave me more time.
As for the ringtail, for just a second I was sure he was going to tell me to fuck off. Then he looked me up and down, dug his keys out of his pocket, and said with a smile, "Mind the back seat?"
One of my legs hung out the open door, the other buried in a floorboard, while I leaned my head into his lap. His dick was small, which made it much easier to work with; I still gagged just a little as his tip tickled the back of my throat, but I had so much of him in there I wasn't trying to go for broke.
This was the second real cock I'd had in my mouth. Sir made me practice with a dildo on the webcam, so I knew just how he liked it. I had only experimented with the jackal I had hooked up with, wanting to feel what it was like, but he was more keen on getting in me and he wasn't the only one. So I took my time with this guy.
Sir liked me to keep my bobbing quick and on the upper half, to work my muzzle in tight with suction. That was what he emphasized - getting sucked, and I kept a tight seal as I moved the ringtail's head around inside my muzzle, teasing him against a cheek, or just hooking my lips behind the crown and tugging. He squeaked, his long tail thumping against my back. So far Sir's way seemed to suit this guy just fine too. Although I did try something I had dreamed up, rubbing the face of my big front teeth along his tip.
One extra thing to keep in my mind was to make noise. With a lot of spit I could slurp, mmm like a girl in a porno when I pulled off and licked at the tip, and while rolling the tip around just inside my lips I churred.
"Take his load on the face, boy."
I jerked in surprise, coming off with a wet pop.
The ringtail hitched his hips, pushing the wet length against my muzzle. "Don't stop," he huffed.
"Yeah, don't stop. You've committed to sucking off some stranger, don't back out now. What kind of pervert does this anyways? A dirty little freak, that's who. Go on, finish him off, that's what you're good for."
My ears burned as hot as the skin in my paw. I ducked my head down and licked at his tip while I yanked and pumped.
Just before I closed my eyes, I glanced up to see his chin jutting forward, tongue barely sticking out and pressed against his upper lip. Then I felt his prick pulse, and I pulled my mouth back a breath before he started coming on my face. Without trying to aim, I kept pumping him, whisking my thumb along his glans and milking. There wasn't a whole lot of it, but it was runny, dripping across the bridge of my muzzle and down one side, and when I opened my eyes to look up and smile back, I felt an extra streak on my cheek. When he was dripping down my wrist, I leaned down and sucked the last bits out of him.
He groaned and cooed, his tail rippling across my back. "Mmf, thanks." Nails rubbed behind one of my ears, and I chittered against his thigh.
"My pleasure." When I was half-way out of the back, he caught my arm.
"Hey where you going? You don't even want a turn?"
"No, I'm good, thanks..." I pulled out and skittered around a couple of cars to crouch, breathing quick, my face so hot. What I really wanted was to get off, because I ached so badly. But I didn't dare touch it; Sir would hear me.
"Good boy," he murmured to me.
"I took all of it on the face, Sir." My chest burned with pride when he groaned his satisfaction.
"Did you get pictures?"
Pulling out the phone, I maneuvered over the touchscreen. "On it, Sir."
Sir said, "But cocksucking isn't going to save you from getting stuffed, boy; this time you're hiking that tail. Not that I need to demand it; I know you want it, don't you. Go on, tell me how bad you need a thick piece pounding away."
"Yes, Sir."
"You're an addict, aren't you? A desperate little bitch."
The smell of fresh spunk was so rich when I inhaled. "Yes Sir," I whispered back.
"You know I don't hear a lot of elaboration - I'm the one here talking."
I hesitated. "Do you want me to talk, or do you want me to get fucking?"
There was a pause on the other end of the line, and I expected to get scolded again, then Sir chuckled. He wanted this too. "Then get to it."
The cheetah I stumbled up to shook his head and walked away from me before I got two words out. I must look absolutely horrible, with damp semen stains all over my face, smelling like a rag in a bath house, and maybe I looked like a prostitute; since it was legal and regulated, only the really desperate ones walked the streets, but then... I probably looked really desperate. Hell, I was desperate; what kind of freak did what I was doing?
"Well! I uh... wish I could help, girlfriend, but I'm strictly a bottom, sorry," said the rabbit that I approached next. Probably the politest rejection I'd get.
"Keep at it," Sir murmured in my ear, the supportiveness of his tone taking me by surprise.
I saw a trio of women get out and promptly hid. The thought of a girl seeing me like this was for some reason ten times worse.
I spotted a mouse walking towards the club. Normally I would've just assumed he was a bottom, but the chestnut mouse had this sort of determined swagger, like he was going in to kick someone's ass, but he wasn't in a hurry. So why the hell not? I sidled up to him and said, "Are you looking for someone's ass to plug with your dick?"
He turned to me, his ears flicking in surprise.
"Because the last guy went off before he even got close to mine."I gestured to the mess of my face, and cocked my hip. "Care to take up the slack?"
His small paw planted on my chest, pushing me back towards the cars. "Here?" he hissed in a sharp whisper.
"Yeah," I husked back, trying to put as much need in it as possible.
Then my back was up against some truck, and the mouse gripped my shoulder, turning me around to press my front up against the cab. Instinctively I hiked my ass up, and he slapped it before digging fingers into my skirt, peeling it upwards. The thong went down.
"I'm already lubed," I tossed over my shoulder.
His finger investigated my ring before I heard the mouse's lecherous chuckle. "Damn," he mumbled.
"Just hurry," I snapped. I didn't want to get caught, and... really I wanted it.
"Desperate?" Sir crooned mockingly in my ear.
The mouse needed no more prompting, the buckle of his belt jangling as he practically threw them around his ankles. The mouse's fingers went around the root of my tail and yanked it up, forcing me to hitch my hips even higher. I felt his tip press into my ring moments before he started baring down, wiggling his hips to get past the initial resistance. Even though I could tell he wasn't big, it still felt like he drove a truck up into me. I groaned low and tried not to clench.
Boy, this guy blew my notions of timid mice out of the water. As soon as he got balls deep, the mouse planted his forearm against my shoulders and started throwing himself against me. This guy must have worked out, because he was strong, and the stamina of those thrusts!
Over the thp-thp-thp sound of his hips slapping against me, and my quick pants, I could hear heavy breathing in my ear. It wasn't the mouse - his breathing was more of a nasal mmph - this was deep and breathy, and I'd heard it before, on top of me. I knew Sir was jerking off.
Looking over my shoulder, I said to the mouse, "Wh-when you come, pull out - do it all over my ass." He looked surprised and turned on, and hit the gas, pumping into me faster.
Over the earbud I heard a grunt, and knew that Sir had come. The mouse probably thought my grin was for him. He pulled out and crushed his cock up against me, grinding in jerky humps as his cock spurted all over the underside of my tail, and then between my cheeks as he rubbed himself there. I watched over my shoulder as the ropes spurted up from my crack, and I stayed like that, letting it soak in, rather than have my skirt take most of it.
What I wanted was to come, but instead I reached into the little purse and took out the phone. "Can you take pictures of me?"
Still sort of out of it from getting off, he took the phone in a daze and snapped a few pics.
"Thanks," I said as I took the phone back.
Laughing, the mouse shook his head. "No man, thank you. You deserve a drink."
"Can't, I ... can't stay long."
He shrugged, belted his pants, and gave my ear a nip before he wandered away with an "I just did that" expression of goofy awe.
"Such a good, dirty boy," Sir cooed in my ear.
I shivered and pulled my thong back into place.
That's when the last guy came to me. Before I managed to pull my skirt down into place, he said, "Hey."
I jerked in place and turned, my ears burning as I struggled to find something to say.
He was a short, slinky cat, yellow and spotted and striped, and I couldn't place the species (later I looked online - pretty sure he was an ocelot). But he was dressed kind of messy, he slouched, and if I had seen him on the street I'd have called him a creep. The toothy grin he gave me didn't help.
"I was watching you two," he said, reaching down to cup his crotch. "Can I get a turn?"
"Blow him," Sir directed into my ear.
Looks like I didn't have a choice. "My ass kinda hurts, so how about I just suck you off?"
"Yeah sure." He looked down at the ground, flicked his tail, then said, "Yeah, c'mon." Leading me to a tiny little car, he opened the passenger door and dragged out a floor mat, beforie dropping it on the ground. "Kneel on that; trust me, it'll fuck your knees up less."
"Uh, thanks." What a fucking creeper, having tips ready for sucking people off in parking lots. Still, I knelt down and put my knees on the mat. By then his pants were already around his ankles.
For a little guy he had an impressive package. I'd heard that cats had small pricks, but he was packing a fat shaft at a serviceable length. By now I was tired and kind of sore, so instead of tonguing it or anything fancy, I just stuffed him in my mouth and started to slurp.
That's when the fucker cupped the back of my head and started thrusting in.
I choked as he rang my gag reflex several times, and thought I was going to throw up, but he always pulled back out. I put a hand out to stop him, and he laughed. "What? Well, hurry up then," he mocked.
So I bobbed my face as fast as I could while glaring up at him. That just earned me another laugh.
"This sounds fun," Sir leered in my ear. Then his tone dipped into concern. "Do you like it?"
I didn't answer, hoping that would be enough. The cat started pumping into my mouth again, but didn't thrust so deep, more like bobbing on his end. So all I could do was just suck and slurp at the tip when it came into reach.
Without warning he yanked out, and just came on my face. Just jerked off on my chin. I closed my eyes and saved myself some real stinging, because he painted me over. I could feel little strings leaking down my jaw to dangle in mid-air, could feel them jiggling there.
"Don't open your eyes, lemme see your camera."
Was this guy in on it with Sir? Or was he just a demented perv? Either way, I groped for the camera and passed it up.
"Say cheese." I ignored him.
It made the little shutter-click of pictures a few times, and then he put it into my paw.
I used my shirt to wipe my eyes, so at least I could open them. Then stumbled away without comment, not wanting to be around him; I felt dirty. Well, dirtier.
"You did good, boy. Go on back to the hotel and get cleaned up. Send me the pics tomorrow."
"Thank you, sir."
I shuffled back, keeping my eyes down on the ground to avoid seeing how people reacted to the mess plastered into my fur. After several eons, I made it back to the hotel. I climbed under the hot water and shuddered beneath the near-scalding cleanse of the spray running over me. What had I done? How was that not messed up?
I jerked off like I had when I was twelve and just discovered an orgasm.