Trick
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I barely have time to step through the door before a warm paw gropes my left butt cheek. Each clawed finger scrapes lewdly against the denim of my shorts as if the guy owned my ass. He's just renting it, I guess that's close enough.
My client enjoys another squeeze of my cushiony rear as he prods me forward. As I hop inside I respond with a quick giggle to exaggerate my youthfulness. The clientele who choose a slim worker like me tend to enjoy the thought they're getting away with some kind of cross-generational taboo. In reality I've had this job longer than I'd like to admit; a cheery disposition helps my image shed a few years.
Once inside, he stops to close the door while I continue toward the bed and unceremoniously strip off my shirt. Call it stereotyping but guys who rent the cheapest room in the cheapest motel in town aren't looking for a tease, all they want is a good, hard fuck.
Still, I can't resist making a show of revealing my pert little ass. Foxes may have more grace but you can't beat a plump bunny bottom. We're born lucky, it's the plush little cottontail that makes us so delightfully fuckable. With my back turned I unfasten the button of my slutty Daisy Dukes. Even as the zipper breaks the room's silence the denim remains snug against my butt until I wiggle my hips in a practiced sideways figure eight. Each sway exposes more of my white-furred cheeks. As the fabric finally gives way to gravity and pools around my ankles I cast a glance over my shoulder that pleads "fuck me immediately" to speakers of any language.
The tall, burly brown bear behind me suddenly doesn't look so imposing as he hurriedly struggles to undo the buttons on his collared shirt, unable to avert his gaze from my lovely derriere. The tenting in his khakis suggests he's pleased with his purchase.
As he wrestles his clothing I take a moment to appreciate my own image in the plain mirror on the wall. I work hard to keep just a hint of sleek muscle tone on my lithe figure and feel no shame in my vanity. After all, my body is my product and any good salesman should be proud of what he's selling. Smoky gray fur adorns my body from my skyward-pointed ears to my long, flat paws save for splotches of snowy fur on my butt and muzzle. Given my chosen profession I've always felt that particular coloring proves the existence of some almighty creator with a nasty sense of humor.
The bear's boxers meet his pile of discarded clothes. With surprising agility he rushes toward me and wraps both arms down around my chest. A baritone grunt accompanies a strong grind of his leaky cock into my fur. He probably intended to nestle his cock between my cheeks but given our size difference it began at my tail and ran up the small of my back. Regardless, the friction provided by that fluffy tuft must have felt good as he strengthens his grip, squeezing the air from my lungs, and repeats the motion. An aura of bear musk begins to penetrate the room's pungent smell of bleach cleaning products.
Normally this is when I would casually change position to speed things along with whichever end of my body is least sore at the moment. Unfortunately I find myself trapped quite literally in a bear hug. With my back clutched to the bear's chest and his embrace pinning my arms to my sides I have no smooth way to influence the course of events. All I can do is allow the bear to enjoy himself and he certainly isn't shy about doing so. He continues to slide his erection through my short fur, humping with gradually increasing speed and force. He's already rock hard, his cock applying a vulgar massage to the small of my back. He leans down and rests his muzzle atop my head, nuzzling as he parts my ears slightly. Usually with a pro affection isn't part of the deal but the cuddly guys tend to pay a tip so I let it pass.
Each thrust ends with his balls slapping heavily against my vulnerable ass. I have more sex in a slow month than most guys have in a good year; it's become so routine for me that I usually only get hard with a client upon request. Despite my experience I'm still constantly surprised by the inventive ways clients can make me feel like a slut and I have to admit being used in such a crude manner is causing a delightful stirring in my cock.
He starts to pant quietly, his warm breath flowing down my forehead. I begin to wonder if he's going to release himself across my back or maybe bore a new hole to fuck in the base of my spine. Perhaps having the same thought and not wanting to end his session so quickly the bear halts his movement. After letting the hug linger for a moment he finally releases me.
Still silent he walks around me and sits on the end of the bed, his mass making it creak in protest. He's not what I'd call overweight, he fills out his large frame in that way many bears do, a solid male curtain hanging from broad shoulders. He reaches out a wide paw and clutches my half-hard dick, gently pulling me closer. Now we're back in familiar territory. I allow him to guide me, gliding to the space he opens between his legs, and obediently drop to my knees.
Nearing the source of his powerful musk immediately floods my mind with arousal, carrying me away in a dizzying wave. His scent comforts and commands all at once, giving a sense of security I never knew was missing in the first place. The tension of a long night's work evaporates from my muscles as I revel in its decadence.
A coarse scratching at the end of my muzzle restores my awareness. I blink, willing my eyes to focus. My nose is pressed to the short fur under the base of the bear's rosy cock, my chin snuggling his balls. How long have I been huffing his scent? Definitely too long, long enough for his erection to diminish, his length slouched heavily over my muzzle. Heat flushes my face, the insides of my large ears are blushing billboards advertising my embarrassment. I try to play it off by extending my tongue and timidly lapping at his balls but the bear's masculine chuckle tells me clearly the jig is up. One of those monstrous paws descends to ruffle the fur atop my head and let me know my momentary lapse of professionalism wasn't a problem.
Eager to move on I return my attention to the task at hand, crouching further down to access the bottom of the bear's pendulous testicles. I curl my tongue beneath his heavy sac and tenderly lift it, allowing it to bounce back into place as my tongue passes upward. His taste floods my mouth, salty hints of sweat from a long day of work.
I dive in, slathering his balls with my saliva, taking care to leave no area untouched. I release a pleased moan as I briefly cradle one of his balls in my mouth, suckling lightly at its soft surface. I couldn't tell you whether the noise was deliberate or a reflex to the way this guy's getting me all hot and bothered. Dampness penetrates the fur atop my muzzle. Good, he's liking it. As long as this guy has fun I don't feel so bad spending part of my energy memorizing every curve of his body for later bouts of self-gratification.
One of my paws reaches to the drizzling cock above and spreads his precum around the entirety of his impressive girth. I turn my eyes upward; his dick looks three stories tall from this angle. Beyond his massive member his eyes meet mine in a look of sheer dominance. God, I would let this guy do anything to me. I give extra attention to the sensitive head, the nimble fingers dancing around its surface draw a rumbling moan and a slack-jawed smile from my partner. The fur on my muzzle becomes slick with my own saliva as I nuzzle the sides of his sac to swipe my tongue along its backside.
A firm tug at one of my ears pulls me out of my little world in the bear's warm crotch. A voice inside my mind protests being forced away from snuggling his crotch but I'm reminded of my professional duty when the bear uses his free paw to point the tip of his erection at my face. The paw at my ear moves to encircle my muzzle, holding it shut with a grip bordering on painful. The bear pulls me forward, pressing his bulging head to my sealed lips.
The intensity of his scent spikes as it's painted across my face. Losing control I breathe in the intoxicating aroma, trying to fill my entire body with his musk. My brain disconnects and fails to make further sense of sight through half-lidded eyes. My limbs drift away from my consciousness and go numb. My chest buzzes as if my bones had been plugged into a wall socket. My heart races but I've never felt so relaxed.
A pressure against the back of my head abruptly brings me back to the nasty little motel room. I shield my teeth by instinct as the tip of the bear's cock slides past my lips. Quickly I'm pushed downward, forced to gorge upon his mighty shaft. Held down with a muzzle full of cock I swipe my tongue along his length, trying to retrieve the faint flavor of the bear's precum. The paw on my head passes to my shoulder, and without delay I continue the service at my own speed.
As I pull back I twist my tongue around the head of his cock, probing for spots which bring a stronger reaction out of the bear. Slowly my tongue spirals, gentle suction accompanying my search. He leans back and releases a peaceful moan as I pass over his slit. Immediately I begin to bob shallowly over the head, my paw stroking his slick shaft as my tongue attacks his hot spot. The delicate ribbon of flesh flicks across from unexpected angles, building his arousal. My free paw massages his balls, caringly warming their surface which had begun to cool from the dampness.
My ministrations are rewarded with another burst of pre splashing across the back of my tongue. A weak whimper escapes around my mouthful of bear cock, the pleasure he's taking from my submission makes my insides tingle. The taste leaves me thirsty, encouraging me to gradually increase the suction and pace as I continue to work at the crown of his cock.
My dick stands constantly rigid, begging for a single touch. I'm so horned up I would consider making this a freebie to drop just one paw to my aching cock if I didn't have to separate my muzzle from this godly member to ask.
The bear stands and I straighten my back, desperate to keep his cock in my mouth. Concern enters my mind, have I pushed him to the edge already? I clutch at his thighs, my body acting outside of my control to beg him to stay in this room so I can nurse his fat cock all night.
All worries abruptly turn to asphyxiation as he grabs both sides of my head and drives his cock deep into my mouth. With little success I try to stifle a shocked gag as he holds me in place, my lips sealed around the base of his dick. A deep growl rumbles from above as his cock head flares against the back of my throat and drizzles lubrication into my stomach.
After a few blissful, terrifying seconds he pulls back a couple inches. I'm allowed three labored breaths before he begins to leisurely thrust along my tongue, strong paws holding my head immobile. With every pull back I fight to keep his cock inside my lips, with every slam forward his balls slap against my chin. I try to busy my paws, worshiping his powerful body, grabbing his ass and caressing his thighs until he takes a step forward, leaning me into a slightly reclined position.
With one paw to either side of my tail his mass towers over me, casting a shadow from the overhead lighting. I give up the struggle to hold my back upright, my balance being supported solely by the paws engulfing my head. The tip of his cock rests just inside my lips, straining against the roof of my mouth to accommodate the angle. His thumbs carefully slide down to close my eyes, denying me the sight of the beast lording over me. Seconds pass like hours as he holds me, content to tease me as I pitifully moan and pucker my lips, desperate to feel more of his cock.
With a sudden motion the head of his cock blasts right through my mouth and lodges down my throat. By impulse I make a swallowing motion, milking another spurt of fluid out of him. Without hesitation he draws his hips back and slams them down again, this time reaching even deeper into me. His shaft continues to retreat and bury itself in my gullet, testing my control of the gag reflex.
I'm in heaven. The feeling of helplessness as my face is savagely fucked by this unseen brute presses buttons in me I've never felt and steals the remainder of my resolve. One paw darts to my needy cock, the other to my aching balls. A muffled squeak escapes around the bear's cock as my member finally receives the contact it's craved.
My eyes are forced back open. A wall of coarse brown hair consumes my vision, rushing toward and away from my unfocused gaze. My paw pumps at my leaking dick, desperate to cause a greater sensation. Claws dig into my scalp, pain registering dimly through my clouded mind. My balls are gingerly kneaded, pushing my stimulation near the breaking point. A fierce growl pierces the room, the cock stuffed inside me swells as its pace quickens.
A deafening roar fills my ears. The bear crams his cock as deep as it can reach and fires a thick strand of cum directly into my throat. Its warmth splashes inside me, pushing me over the edge, forcing me to cum so hard it feels as if my very soul is shooting out my dick.
The cock in my mouth pulls back and releases a second gush onto my tongue. I struggle to swallow the viscous offering quickly and respond in kind, shooting another roapy strand onto my chest. The bear withdraws his cock fully, launching a final shot across my muzzle.
Seconds pass. We hold our positions, both struggling to regain our breath. The bear continues to support my head as I nuzzle lovingly at his lowering cock and contentedly peer at his eyes, unwilling to hide my enjoyment of our encounter. The seed marking my fur begins to cool.
The bear steps back, pulling my upper body back to vertical before hooking a paw under both of my arms and lifting me back to my paws. "You've got a little something..." he starts with a grin, pointing toward his own muzzle in demonstration. I giggle, running a paw through the bristly fur on his chest. "I should probably wash up," I reply flashing a devious smile, "if you'd care to help me I'd repay you back at my place with a complimentary repeat session." He smiles down at me.
A pocket full of cash is nice but sometimes it's nicer to sleep trapped in a warm bear hug.