Ian Entry #1 - Date Number 2: Absolution - Part 2
#6 of Ian and London - Our Dates
I bet you thought I would build the suspense for another chapter or two. Wrong!
Ian Entry #1 - Date Number 2: Absolution - Part 2
"But really? A grand?" London asked once we had gotten into the elevator.
"Oh shut up," I gave him a playful shove, as I clicked floor 30, literally the highest floor in the building.
London gave me a light shove back. We were the only ones in the elevator as the doors closed.
"So, why'd you book it for two days?" London asked, "I thought it was supposed to be date_day_, not date weekend. I'm going to have to step up next week."
"You don't have to do that," I said honestly, grabbing his hand for comfort, "I, uh, just got the deal for the two days. One day was full price. Besides, then we wouldn't get a chance to 'try out' the bed."
I hated lying to London, but it was for his own good. I wanted him to enjoy his weekend and not worry about me.
"Oh," London said, thinking about the implications of those two words, "I think I'd like to 'try out' the bed as well. Maybe the shower too."
"Oh! Stop getting me horny already!" I said, gazing up at the moving arrow. It pointed at floor 22, almost to the top.
"But, we'll be there soon," he said sexily in my ear, sending a chill down my spine.
I smiled at him, giving him a peck on the mouth.
Quickly, he placed his hand behind my head, drawing me into kissing him some more. I smiled as my mouth was forced against his.
I kissed him, but kept my eye on the dial as it climbed.
A floor or so from ours, I put my paws on his chest and playfully pushed away.
He made a lunge at me, pinning me against the metal wall. He simply stared into my eyes for the extra second or so it took to reach the top.
*Bing!* *Bing!* The elevator chimed, announcing we had reached our floor.
Not breaking eye contact, London smiled and withdrew, just as the doors opened.
London walked out first. Still smiling, I walked out past some fur who was heading down.
I gave him another shove, "What's with you today? You're so riled up."
He leaned against me as we walked a few feet down a short hall that only had 4 rooms on it. Ours was the first on the west side.
"I don't know. I guess I'm just happy to be with you today. You've kind of been busy this past week."
I had been. The Board had gave very specific instructions on what they wanted me to bring. I was to present to them my best works, achievements and accomplishments. I had secretly made a power point presentation for them at night when London was asleep. I had to also make a physical portfolio with letters of recommendations. I had been pretty busy driving about, getting letters from past teachers as well as from the Art Museum across the river from our town's local art school.
"Yeah, sorry about that. School stuff, y'know?"
"Don't worry about it," London said as I swiped our card.
The door which was fancy looking, beeped.
I turned the handle and pushed in.
Suddenly, our eyes were lit with natural sunlight.
I smiled, looking about the very large room. Being on a corner, 2 sides of the room had floor to ceiling windows which let a lot of light in.
"Oh!" I exclaimed, "It's gorgeous!"
London walked in second, getting his own take on the place.
It seemed that the bedroom was to the right of the door along with a bathroom and walk in closet.
To the left was an open concept living area, with the kitchen set against the bathroom and hallway wall.
Half of the room was used as a den like area with incredibly comfy looking couches set looking at each other, right in the middle of the room.
An incredibly large flat screen TV was set right on the glass so that you could chill on the couches and watch TV while lying down.
The space looked very modern with black and white pictures covering the white walls.
A red accent wall gave the space a romantic feeling, along with several red lamps and a red throw rug between the two black couches.
London walked up to one of the large couches and jumped right into it.
"Oh, yeah... We definitely need to get a couch like this."
I made a mental note, walking over to the couch. I could barely see London on it. His fur almost perfectly matched the colour of the couch.
All I could see was his wide blue eyes, inviting me over.
I snickered as I sat down, my legs hanging over the edge, my lower back up against his stomach.
"Lay down," London said, scooting over a bit.
I obliged, tired from the 50 minute drive.
I placed my feet onto the soft leather couch, laying my head next to London's.
He was sooo warm. I pushed myself into him as I got comfortable.
With his paws, he began to rub my shoulders.
"Oooooh. That feels good," I said quietly, the air barely passing over my vocal chords.
"Mmmm," I moaned as he hit a really sore spot.
After a while he stopped and put his muzzle over my right shoulder, placing his left paw as support beneath his head. He placed his right paw over my body, laying it on the center of my soft stomach.
I placed my right paw on top of his.
I couldn't fathom how life could get any more perfect.
As I lay there in peace, I began to feel London's hand slowly start to drift south.
"Hey, what are you up to?" I said teasingly.
He said nothing as his hand ventured toward my waist. It moved over a bit, fumbling at my button to my pants.
I smiled, "So devious!" I remarked.
Eventually he got it, unzipping my tight jeans.
I removed my hand, reaching behind me to spank his ass. That only got him more worked up, reaching a finger into my boxer briefs, exploring.
I got a shiver up my spine as I felt a claw poke me down there. After locating my sheath, I felt that claw enter through the opening.
"Aiiieee!" I said shrilly, slightly tensing.
"Careful down there!" I said, feeling his hot breath on the side of my face. I could feel his chest expanding and contracting on my back, each getting slightly faster by the moment.
The claw explored the damp, cool skin within. Soon he pulled out, pushing his whole hand onto my sheath.
I was beginning to get aroused at this point. My penis began to extend, jutting out a fraction of an inch from my sheath.
London placed his whole hand on it, slowly messaging it up and down. We weren't even having sex and he was giving me the courtesy of the reach around!
After being satisfied that my bone was on its way out, he moved further south, grasping my average sized testicles and scrotum, gently rolling them in his hand.
My eyes flickered into the back of my head in ecstasy as he moved his hand even lower to my perineum.
With a curved claw, he could just reach between my cheeks, searching for my hole.
Slowly, he moved up and around, to my backside.
He put that paw between my ass and my underwear.
With his finger still exploring, he dipped his claw into my crevasse.
I flinched, squeezing my cheeks tight. That only made him want it more, gently but forcefully pushing his finger against my closed butt.
I swished my tail at his arm, driving him crazy.
Eventually, after little effort on my part, I relaxed, making him jam his finger right against my twitching anus.
I squirmed at the sudden pressure down there.
His breath caught as I could feel him maneuver his hand to his own lower half, pulling off his pants to about a foot below his ass.
Fully exposed, he dry humped me with his hand still pressing up against me.
His rock hard member jabbed me in my lower back, right above my tail.
"Oh! Careful with that," I said sexily, "You could poke out an eye with that thing!"
"Oh, I'll be careful," London breathed into my ear.
At this point, even the sound of his voice was making me shudder.
London pressed his claw up to my hole and ever so gently applied pressure to it. I relaxed, letting his black, inch long nail slide into me.
I groaned pathetically as he slid his nail around my inner wall.
Suddenly I felt him push in more. No longer was I filled with just a claw, but now a finger up to the first knuckle. After a bit of wiggling, soon it was up to his 2nd and then 3rd joint.
With my right hand I grabbed at his and pushed in harder.
With my hand on his, he fucked me with his finger.
Suddenly I felt his head move back and then a hot breath on my shoulder.
Just as suddenly I felt him bite my right shoulder. Not hard, but enough to cause some discomfort.
Without warning, he quickly removed his finger from my ass and grabbed at my face, shoving his finger into my mouth.
I didn't really know what was going on, but I obliged, sucking on his finger.
Luckily, I was pretty clean down there, but it definitely had a unique flavour to it. Slightly bitter with a hint of sweat and musk.
As he was near choking me with his hand, after pulling off my underwear completely, he began to ram his bone at me, missing several times.
I made another whimpering sound as his bone found my butt.
Suddenly he got up onto his knees. I knew what he wanted, flopping over onto my stomach.
My bone became sandwiched against the incredibly soft couch as London's bone found it's home.
Loosened up by his finger, my hole easily gave way to his massive member, sliding in several inches before succumbing to friction.
I guess we had gotten over the stage of him being extra careful as he just pushed, forcing it deeper and deeper into me.
I cried as he bit harder into my shoulder, forcing me to grab at anything for some form of comfort.
I ended up grabbing at the underside of the cushion my front half was on. My head was bent slightly uncomfortably to the side as I was forced into the couch.
This may sound like he was being too rough. I assure you, I didn't mind one bit.
He continued to bite as he forced all of his inches into me. Luckily he began to pre, coating my inside with at least some lubricant.
He pulled out of me, causing me to moan again. Just as quickly he pushed it all in again. He repeated for nearly a minute or two before I could feel myself reaching my limit.
All of a sudden, he pulled out and removed his hand from my mouth, flipping me back onto my back. He ripped off my shirt. I lifted up my arms to help him.
I didn't know what he was doing, but I followed suite.
Soon, he had his hands on either side of me. And without warning, he slurped my fully engorged penis into his mouth. Considering he was behind me mostly, he was forced to pull my penis backwards. Luckily it didn't hurt too bad, and any discomfort was quickly nullified by his fierce sucking.
I choked back a scream as I was bombarded with so many senses.
My eyes rolled back into my head as he sucked nearly all of the life out of my penis, occasionally raking it with his teeth which felt incredible against the sensitive flesh.
My knot had already formed which he placed in his mouth, tongue fucking it until I could take it no longer.
With my hands holding onto either side of the cushion, I let out a shrill yip as I came right into his mouth.
A bit surprised, he bit down slightly, nipping the skin, which only caused me to scream in even more ecstasy. Although he already had a load in his mouth, he pulled out my swollen, pink fox cock from his mouth. My string of pearls whipped him across the face. He closed his eyes, and raised his head, taking it all.
I squirted the underside of his neck hard. And with that, he gave a moan and shot his load out of his twitching penis, arching up and onto my soft, white downy chest.
I bent my head backwards as the last ounce of cum came out of my penis, much weaker now, dripping onto his penis which he shoved into mine.
I could feel the muscle contractions in his penis through my own which made me wish I could shoot some more, but I was spent.
I simply enjoyed the bath of London's scorching seed onto my belly and then onto my groin.
I groaned as every ounce of strength exited my body.
London, spent as well, fell forward, laying heavily on top of me, with the bottom of his neck, completely covered in sperm, laying right on my chest.
"Oh, London," I moaned, "What the fuck did we just do?"
"I don't know!" he huffed, "it kind of just happened."
"Fuuuuuck me," I moaned, finally releasing the couch cushion, and laid my hand on top of London's head.
"I think I just did that," London snickered, gazing across my matted chest at me. I returned the gaze, pressing my chin up against my chest so that our noses almost touched.
After a second, I put my head back up against the arm where it was more comfortable.
I could feel his breaths as I just lay there, enjoying the heaviness of his body; the physicality of it.
"London. You. Are. A. God," I said, reveling in the soreness that was my body. He had fucked me SO hard... and soooooooo good.
I could feel his breath start to return to normal as we lay there in a comfortable silence, completely at peace.
I wish I could have stayed like that forever, with him on top of me, covered in our love.
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I hope you guys and gals liked the show. I tried to make it seem as natural and fluid as possible. As I write this the Patriots have just made an amazing comeback. You can thank that comeback for my strong entry.
Sincerely, IanWolf
By the way, I really have no clue where I'm going to go from here, so, any suggestions please leave in the comments.
I could have London find out about the school. I could have him not and they just enjoy the rest of their two days. Maybe some shower sex or something. Idk. Please leave a comment with your suggestions!
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