Secret diaries of a Femme Fatale - Gerald
Secret diaries of a Femme Fatale.
Episode 1: Gerald.
Outside is dark, the sun has set and the blanket of night has descended to cover all. Through the hazy large glass panels I can just make out the reflections of passers by and car lights as they go on their way. Heavy rain pummels the paving and roof of the bar, its rhythmic patter deafening out the majority of idle conversations taking place around me.
I sit here now staring at the clock, almost trying to will the minutes to pass quicker than they do. Every time the second hand ticks is an eternity to me, its monotony like a drawn out terminal heartbeat. The thumping music playing from loud speakers above is barely audible in my ears. Such is my concentration.
My drink of wine is nestled on the bar nearby. The glass is so elegant and beautiful it feels like a crime to simply lift it and wet my dry tongue with the thick bodied liquid it holds. Still I do, and savor the expensive taste of the romanee conti red as it rolls down my throat with little more than a sensual tickle.
"Excuse me madam, would you like some more?"
The bartender is a cute little thing, ludicrously young for my liking but he had a certain charm about him that could even be called appeal by someone who was desperate enough. I placed my delicate fingers on his paw and smiled in an offhand way. "Thank you, if you would be so kind"
The young fox grinned with delight at my attention and quickly fumbled around on the wine racks to produce the bottle of romanee. He handled it almost like a dangerous weapon, afraid to drop or accidentally collide the green bottle with anything nearby. His care was justly deserved as the bottle was probably worth more than his annual wage. Neatly and showing exceptional skill he removed the cork and poured me a generous portion my favorite beverage. "You have expensive taste m'lady".
The bartender was just about to place the cork in the neck of the bottle when I leant over and run my little finger along its head, soaking up a drop of the wine before it spilled out. He looked on with unhidden glee as I placed my finger in my mouth and sucked on it seductively, murring as I did so. Finally after I had slowly licked my lips clean in front of him I graced him with a reply. "My dear pup, you have no idea"
He very nearly creamed himself there and then and the look on his face was laughable. He struggled with the bottle, only just managing to replace it in its holder. The fox then turned around and leant on the bar, his arms crossed in front of him. "Are you free tonight?" he whispered suspiciously.
One quick look down at the bulge in his trousers told me exactly what he intended. Any other night, I might have been ever so slightly tempted to teach the whelp a lesson in making love but unfortunately I had other more important matters to attend to. "I'm never free young sir, and if were you I would do something about that". I motioned to his bulge with my little finger.
The young fox squirmed under my gaze and stepped back, looking around with wide eyes. "I will be back in a minute" he gulped.
I let him go; watching as he almost ran from the bar and into the back areas. The horny young thing was more than likely going to find the nearest toilet and pleasure himself over what I had so nearly suggested.
"Violet?" a mans voice asks from behind me, breaking my line of thought. It was a gentle voice, a dedicated husband and father's voice. It was not what I was expecting.Â
"Who is asking?" I replied before turning round.
"I believe we have an appointment?"
I crossed one of my luscious legs over the other and span round slowly on the bar stool to face him.
The male raccoon is nothing special, middle aged, slightly overweight and showing his age. He wears a smart suit of a dark grey material with thin stripes of silver running in a vertical pattern. A silver tie sets off the outfit better than it really should. He sat down on the stool opposite me and smiled sheepishly. "You are....stunning" he gasped.
Ah...Yet another bonified Casanova.
"Why thank you" I replied, feeling despair well in my stomach. "You're not too shabby yourself".
The male grinned like a cheshire cat who just got the cream and looked around for the barman. "No service?" he asked.
My razor sharp tongue burst forth before I could even check. "I haven't seen him for a minute or two; he's probably gone to the toilet or something".
"My name is Gerald" he announced as if not caring about my last comment.Â
I took another drink of my wine and grinned whilst flashing my eyelashes. "And you already know my name"
"That I do" he smiled.
I leaned forward, knowingly giving him a first hand view of my breasts through the low cut red silk dress I wore. "The hotel has room service doesn't it?"
He instantly caught my drift and almost gagged. "Oh im sure it does"
"Well then let's use it"
Gerald nodded slowly and gulped. He stepped down from the stool and held out his right paw. "Shall we?"
I took his paw in my own and placed my small red handbag over my right shoulder. I then stepped closer to him, my muzzle touching his. "Lead the way" I purred.
He couldn't have obliged any faster. Professional sprinters would have been impressed with his speed off the starting mark.
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Gerald was very forward and by the time we had even reached the elevator he was coming onto me heavier than I have felt from anyone in a long time. Numerous times he pinched my pert ass or slipped a wayward paw to ‘mistakenly' brush my ample breasts. I simply chuckled and went along with his rudimentary attempts at foreplay, occasionally even indulging in it myself.
As we approached the elevator Gerald glanced around as if looking for someone and then slammed the elevator call button far harder than was necessary. Whether this was due to frustration or even him trying to look tough in front of me it didn't impress in the slightest. The doors opened silently and we waited for the press of people riding in it to push past us. There was a family and two lovers who were holding hands. I watched them walk down the brightly lit corridor and smiled as they hugged each other tightly. The couple was obviously away for a dirty weekend and I had to force down a small welt of envy building up in the pit of my stomach for them.
Whilst I stared at them leaving Gerald pulled me into the reasonably small elevator and stood leaning against the highly polished gold handrail. The automatic doors shut behind us and by the look in his hungry eyes I knew right then that the game was started before we even hit his room. The elevator cab is not spacious but is adorned in the most expensive and beautiful materials I have laid eyes upon. A gentle unfamiliar melody played from the hidden speakers above. Gerald pressed the button for the top floor and waited for the lift to co-operate. The quality of the machine was such that I hardly felt the surge of movement and the only reason I knew we were climbing was because of the digital floor display slowly increasing in floor numbers.
"Which floor are you on?" I asked him innocently, stepping closer.
"The twenty ninth" he replied.
A quick glance at the display told me that we were only on the fourth floor. "Well this could take a while" I purred.
Gerald didn't even hesitate. He almost launched himself and pinned me to side of the elevator roughly. I sighed as he did so, moving my hands to cup his firm ass and lower back, pulling closer him into me. "Already?" I asked, knowing full well what he would say.
"Already..." he replied.
I chuckled wickedly and flicked back the locks of my red hair which had fallen messily to cover my muzzle and cheeks. Without any hesitation I arched my back and crouched down, legs spread wide to just reveal my silk stockings and lace panties below my tight red dress. His body still leaned against mine and if it hadn't been for the fact I could use the elevator wall to prop against I wouldn't have been able to even stay upright. Gerald quickly reached down and undid his belt, letting the free ends dangle to each side. He then placed his paws against the mirrored wall and braced his arms fully to give me a little extra space to work with.
The trouser zip was easy enough to deal with and came undone quickly. As I loosened them his black boxer's shorts bulged out of the opening. With deft and practiced ease I pulled them down around his front and watched on wide eyed as my paws revealed his solid cock. It was unremarkable. Not large, not small, simply average. His sheath was almost fully back, revealing the pink flesh of his penis as it glistened with moisture from being excited at our unbridled flirting.Â
It might not have been the biggest or the most beautiful of dicks I have ever seen but many things have been done with only average tools. Many great works of art have been sculpted and great compositions have been drafted. I am, of sorts, an artist and I pride myself on being able to make something out of everything.
Gerald grunted as I took the tip into my mouth slowly, my slender tongue inserting itself gently into the crack at the end of his cock. I then began to rock my head backwards and forwards casually just to get the ball rolling. My paws scrambled with his boxer shorts, pulling them down further and finally I found his overly hairy ball sacs. I gripped them firmly in my right paw and began to massage them, an occasional wayward claw from my fingers tracing patterns in their creases.
My client groaned with pleasure as I played with him. He took two handfuls of my deep red locks in his paws and lifted them up to his mouth, smelling them deeply. " Fuck me...you're good..."
I ignored him and continue to nibble and caress his average cock. I didn't need him to tell me what better men had already confirmed many times. Â
I moved my head to one side a little and began using the inside of my right cheek to bounce from his tip. Every time I thrust my head forwards a cock shaped bulge of my flesh stuck out from the side of my face which he enjoyed immensely. I let go of his balls and began to massage his cock, rubbing my paws in a circular motion, feeling his veined skin under soft fur. I looked up at him from where I crouched; putting on my best look of serenity I could muster under such uncomfortable conditions.
He simply stared back at me, paws still gripping my hair. His face had a look of pure fulfillment on it. His lower jaw hung open, the tip of his pink tongue just visible underneath his muzzle.
My taste buds caught the sense of salty pre-cum and I stopped for a moment, letting him and I catch our breath. "What floor are we on now?" I asked him.
It took all of this effort to muster his senses and glance over at the reading. "Twenty sixth" he grunted in frustration.
I pulled my head back from his cock and licked my lips slowly in front of him. "Don't be angry" I mocked. "Plenty more where that came from"
Gerald smiled and hastily tidied himself up as I ran my paws through my hair to try and clear some of the matting that he had caused in playing with it. A quick pull of my dress to bring it down to the right length was all that was left to do before the floor display ticked over to twenty nine.
We both stood apart, the elevator music playing quietly from the speakers, staring at each other whilst he was hungrily undressed me with his eyes.
The buzzer pinged and the doors opened again. Two men waited for us to exit and I overheard one of them paying me a vile sexual comment under his breath to the other. They both chuckled as they got on the elevator and I was glad when the doors shut once again and sent them both on their merry way.
"This way" Gerald commanded and I followed him like a lap dog. He was almost running and in my high point stilettos it was difficult to keep up. "You won't be getting anything if I fall and break my leg" I snapped.
The chastisement worked. He slowed down and patted his jacket pockets for his room key. Finally he produced it with a smile. "Bingo".
‘Bingo' I thought to myself. ‘What king of fucking idiot says that?'
"Room three four nine" Gerald told me, completely ignoring my stern face. "Here we are"
I faked excitement and stepped up to the solid wooden door beside him. He gripped the handle, inserted the key and with a small shove it gave way under him revealing slowly what would be my boudoir for the next few hours. Gerald stepped in first and turned on the lights which were situated by the door. The dark room came to life with a gentle amber glow and my eyes instantly adjusted to the low light allowing me to take in the interior of the room with interest.
To call it a mere hotel room would be like calling a royal palace a shitty little highway motel. Understatements don't come much bigger.
The main living area was incredible, roughly rectangular in shape it was at least four times the size of my own apartment. Couch, chairs, huge flat screen, surround sound, bar, you name it im sure it was in there somewhere. On the far side of the room, letting in radiant beams of moonlight, ceiling high panes of curved glass overlooked the marina below. Lights twinkled in the distance and the lapping of sea waves were just visible on the beach below as small white boats and large yachts rode the surf like little bull riders at a rodeo.
"Make yourself comfortable" he replied whilst fumbling behind the suites well stocked bar. "The bedroom is through there" he nodded towards a corridor which ran opposite the bar.
"Who said we would use the bed?" I replied whilst throwing down my bag on the large black couch.
He watched in awe as I slowly removed my left dress strap and let it hang down my shoulder. My tight black lace bra was clearly now on show and I laughed seductively. A quick tug on the right strap and then the top fell below my tits revealing my full chest to his rapturous eyes. "Sit down" I commanded him.
Gerald nodded and bit his bottom lip. He carried a bottle of wine with him and two glasses as he sat down on the couch, legs spread wide, ready to enjoy the show.
"Have you ever had anyone dance for you?" I asked whilst crossing over to stand in front of him, legs spread wide to show off my perfectly tones thighs.
"I...I...I haven't" he stammered.
I took the bottle from him and popped the cork. Pouring us both a generous glass of the liquid I passed one of them to him and then took a deep gulp of my own for some dutch courage. "Sit back and enjoy" I purred.
Gerald did as I commanded once again, leaning back against the couch with bated breath. He was almost swallowed by the soft leather as it formed around his body with a gentle sucking sound.
Like a triumphant gladiator I stepped into my arena.
I turned around and flicked my hair over my shoulders. My body began to move from the feet upward, motion like a serpent flowing though my legs and hips. My perfectly tight ass dances with the movement in time to a steady internal beat mastered over years of practice. Playful paws grope at the luscious locks of my flame red hair and then take large grasps of my ass as I continue to drift in and out of the flow.
Gerald is enjoying it. I can hear him behind me almost tearing at his own clothes.
Slowly and surely my body spins to face him as my right paw, middle claw slightly extended, traces delicate patterns on my muzzle and lips. My left is running up and down the tight red fabric of my hip length dress, settling more than once on the small fold just in front of my lace underwear. A small sigh escapes my lips from the pleasure of my touch and my eyes roll back as I arch my head in delight. My ass continues to gyrate left and right, dipping lower to the ground and then back up a little to his eye line. My right paw, now with a mind all of its own, begins to peel back the red dress from my shoulders and I blow a kiss to my spectator as my lace bra is now fully shown to him.
His face is electric. Thousands of emotional spikes running from his cock up to his brain and back again. Gerald is completely enthralled in my dance.
With one final tug my dress is suddenly in freefall, folding up around my high heels in a dainty little mess. My body is revealed to his hungry searching eyes and the bulge in his trousers grows noticeably larger. "Are you enjoying this?" I ask.
He grins wickedly, eyes almost closed. "You know it babe"
My paws continue to toy with the soft fur on my stomach and inner thighs, the pleasure of my own touch making my blood boil and back ache with rapid sensations. Keeping my eyes continually locked with Gerald's I paced forward sexily and placed my paws on his shoulders, cupping his neck. I then straddle him, leaning my breasts into his face so they are just touching his muzzle. Only the thin lace fabric is between them and his hot, panting breath. Whether out of impulse or just pure lust he thrust his hips up to meet my thighs and his package rubbed roughly against my knickers.
"I want you so bad" he keened.
"All in good time" I purred.
Throwing back my hair to remove it from the equation I leant in forward and kissed him passionately on the lips, my tongue searching for his. Whilst he returned the kiss, my right paw undid the fasteners to my bra and when I pulled away from him he was met with my perfect bare breasts, the erect nipples standing proud from the black short fur. "Suck me" I demanded to him and pulled his head close to my tits.
Gerald was more than happy to co-operate and before I could even breathe he had taken to his job with earnest. Small teeth gently pulled at my nipples and surrounding flesh like a hungry child. His paws cupped my tits as he worked, kneading them like a baker does with the early morning dough. Fire burned through my stomach and neck as the pleasure sensors kicked into overdrive from his attention of me. My back involuntarily arched once again, pushing my tits even more into his jaws. Gerald took this as another command and he gripped my right nipple in his jaws a little tighter, sucking harder and harder.
His paws began to search elsewhere on my body, moving up and down my stomach and thighs as he continued to suckle me. His breathing was getting ragged and disjointed and I knew he was almost ready for the main event. If I didn't act now, he might simply explode.
"Do you want to fuck me?" I asked.
Gerald looked up from where he was still sucking me. His eyes almost pleading. "Fuck you so hard you won't be able to stand" he promised.
Men, always boasting about something they fail to achieve.
I fained a chuckle and then began to remove his clothing. Running my claw along the inside of his shirt buttons, they all fell away as the sharp digit cut through the thin cotton that held them in place. Ripping open his shirt I was surprised to find a relatively muscular chest, his brown fur only slightly evident. I leant forward and licked his neck playfully, moving my head down to his nipples which I then nibbled. Gerald grunted in pleasure and rolled us both over onto the leather couch, him on top of me and my legs wrapped around his back tightly.
"Take off you trousers and I might just let you" I grinned.
Gerald nodded, licking his lips and stood up next to me. He fumbled with his belt, like earlier in the lift, but this time he did the rest himself. After throwing his shirt to the floor, the trousers soon followed suit and seconds later all of our main garments were now joined together in a heap as if having dirty times all of their own. I leant over and traced a paw against his lower stomach and then down around his hard member, still hidden by his black silk boxers. "Your paying big boy, how do you want me?"
Gerald looked taken back for a minute but I grabbed his balls in my paw and squeezed gently. "Let's start off rough" he grinned. "Do you do anal?"
Straight to the point. He might be a better fuck than I thought.
"Darling, didn't you read your information, any hole is a goal" I purred.
Gerald grunted with pleasure and I released his balls from my paw. He slapped me a little on my ass and I responded with a playful yelp. Without even breaking a sweat I simply rolled onto my front, knees propping me up and buried my face into the arm of the sofa, waiting. He was slower, obviously checking out my pert ass still covered by my lace panties. To goad him on I waved it from side to side like a carrot for a donkey. "Cant you work out what to do with it or do you need a manual?" I mocked.
He laughed wickedly and gripped my cheeks with his claws, gritting his teeth nosily. He then leant down and kissed my left ass cheek. "You are a damn fine piece of woman" he complimented me then slapped my ass again and moved my panties over to one side.
"You like what you see?" I sighed, waiting for it with relish.
Gerald kicked off his boxers and knelt behind me, his claws still pinning me in place. He leant down and licked my ass hole gently, tongue just slightly dipping into blackness. "Oh yes..." he purred.
Before I could reply he had begun to slip his length into me and my fleshy ass walls gave way before him with only mild resistance. His overall width now made the real difference and even though it wasn't the biggest I had ever felt shoved up my ass it was still a spine tingling feeling. He began to thrust gently, and I rocked along with him to build up a momentum to suit us both. Even though having someone violate me like this was not the most pleasurable thing I had ever experienced it was still a very powerful tool in my sexual arsenal and every time it happened I tended to orgasm more. Gerald wasn't interested in me though that was for sure because he soon began to speed up his thrusting, his claws digging deeper into my soft ass flesh as he gripped on harder and harder. I simply rode the cock like a professional, my face buried in the leather arm of the couch and small ragged whimpers spurting from my lips.
The white lights of the moored boats and ships were mesmerizing and suddenly I could not take my eyes off them. Through blurred vision they looked like little fireflies darting around in the pitch black sky creating something magical.
Gerald grunted and pulled my hair into one of his paws, bending my back a little. His other paw grabbed the base of my tail, just above my ass, and used it like a grip to gain better purchase. He growled with pleasure and got harder with his pumping, the channel of my asshole gripping around his hot cock like a straight jacket.
" You're tight" he panted. " So fucking tight around my cock"
This guy was never going to win awards for any kind of bedroom talk.Â
Ignoring the last comment I simply bit my bottom lip and used the leather of the couch to hold me in place. The sweat from my fir almost cemented me down to the sofa and allowed him better platform to ravage me. The ass fucking was fantastic and it lasted for many hot flushing and pleasurable pain filled minutes. Finally he stopped and pulled out quickly, shuffling back a little.
"Have you cum?" I asked, not knowing for sure whether he had. Truth be told I normally knew by the impact it had on my walls but this time I wasn't fully sure.
"Not yet baby, not yet at all" Gerald stood up and stretched a little, still panting from his effort seconds ago. "Come over here" he demanded.
Following his instructions, I raised myself from the sofa and kicked off the lace thong I was still wearing as it now served no further purpose. Seductively stalking to where he stood I leaned on his chest, my muzzle touching his and my paws cupping his wet cock and balls. "What do you want big boy?"
"Lean over the bar, im going to fuck you"
The bar was marble, cold marble, and as I did as he asked me the freezing stone cooled my nipples the moment they came into contact. It was almost painful and I gave a little yelp from suddenness of it. Gerald walked over to me and ignored my predicament. He bit the back of my neck softly in some kind of weird raccoon mating ritual and knelt down so his face was the same level as my wet cunny. Moments later he had sunk his rough tongue deep inside me, playing with my clit and soaking wet walls like they were his own personal toy. More hot flush and searing pleasure burst up my back as I lay spread-eagled on the still cold bar, his relentless driving mouth pleasuring me harshly and completely.
I couldn't help it. Seconds later, I orgasmed...noisily.
Sticky juices covered his lips and nose as I moaned in desire and surprised joy. The brass pumps of the bar aided me in staying on the countertop and I gripped them like they were the last lifeline left available to me. Despite the fact that Gerald obviously knew that I had come whilst he was still tongue fucking me it didn't stop him continuing without respite. He might not have had that much to brag about down below but his tongue and mouth were pure electric. Only one other person had pleasured me better orally and she had been a very generous mature lesbian.
Gerald pulled out just as I was on the verge of my second and I could help but feel slightly bitter with him. Before I could accost him for being insensitive he plunged his rock hard cock into my wet cunt and pinned me to the bar by my forearms. Without any sense of restraint he rammed his member home again and again, gagging me with pure pleasure of it. All I could do was moan and scream silently as his tip hit my G-spot relentlessly, making my limbs shake and buck under his firm grip.
He growled deeper and slapped my ass hard. The sharp impact stung at first but slowly mellowed out into a pleasurable warm sensation which spread further up my legs and fizzled away to nothing. Without any warning he then stuck one of his fingers in my ass, effectively plugging me from both ends and my tongue slopped out of my mouth before I could do anything to prevent him. The pleasure was immense and he knew it, his finger was causing my cunt to get even tighter around his cock and it was visibly telling.
Needing something to bite down on I grabbed a bar rag from the marble top and used it to gag my shaking jaws. Bursts of energy raced around my clit and walls as he pounded me faster and faster, moving me again to the edge of yet another orgasm. The pressure from his finger and dick inside me made my head feel like it would boil over and explode and using the rag to bite on I had effectively been filled in all holes at the same time. Just the thought of it was bad, having it done was unreal.
Gerald sighed and shook violently as he too orgasmed inside me at the exact same time I reached my peak again. The power of his cum ejecting in my wet cunny shook me in his grip but he still ploughed into me, just not as roughly, obviously spent for the moment and eager to wind things down a notch. I spat out the rag and howled with joy at the midnight sky, eyes teary and my ears ringing with the blood pulsing around my head.
Im sure I passed out.
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I sit here now staring at the beautiful moon as its slender halo radiates me. I wear nothing but a pure white towel which contrasts viciously with my dark fur and all around, the room is a mess, caused by the frantic fucking we had taken part in. Our clothes still lay in a heap by the sofa and I smile wistfully as I remember some of the night's naughty undertakings. We had made love six times since the fist anal episode on the couch and now, true to his word, my cunt and ass ache.
Gerald lies sleeping noisily in the bedroom completely wasted from the hours of wild sex I brought to him willingly. Nothing short of a brass band would bring him around from his slumber within the next twelve hours.
Looking out over the marina it is not hard to understand why people love the sea and already boat owners can be seen making safe their vessels and preparing them for the following days sailing. Sipping slowly at the bottle of red wine I have sitting next to me I almost feel melancholy at my life wondering if there truly was something better for me over the horizon.
The thought fades almost in an instant as my red bag calls.
I pad across the room silently, legs aching. Picking up the bag I shoulder it and walk naked towards the bedroom where my client sleeps. He is still comatose, draped across the linen sheets without a care in the world. His muzzle is open slightly, tongue lolling to one side and a small wet patch can be seen where it makes contact with the sheets. All in all, tonight has been memorable, not nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be when I first set eyes on him.
I cross over and sit down softly next to him, brushing his short chest fur lovingly. It stirs him a little but he soon falls back to sleep, muttering to himself.
Reaching into the bag I withdraw my small silenced revolver and place it against his forehead.
The mirror across from his deathbed startles me for a second as I see myself taking part in the act. My beautiful feline features not at all mired by the night's passions.
I smile wickedly to myself and blow a kiss.
Three muffled cracks and its over.
My name is JasmineÂ
I am a femme fatale...