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Helena Day was contemplating her choices for lunch when her eleven o'clock appointment poked his head into her office. He was a raccoon with black eyes, and looked rather young to be interviewing for an apartment in as high-scale a community as the Riverside. She hesitated, and politely inquired, "...Mr. Gresham?"

Those dark eyes flicked down over her an instant before he smiled. "Call me Jake. It's Helena, right?"

Helena suppressed a sigh. She should have worn a dress with a higher neckline today. "Yes, sir. You're a little early, but--"

"I know, I just wanted to make sure I was in the right place. So, uh, you're Helena. Manager for the whole building, yeah? Alright, great. Perfect. Listen, I left a few things in the car, so I'll be back in just a couple minutes, alright?" He was grinning now. "Don't go anywhere."

The mink smiled politely. "I'll be right here." He nodded and ducked out the door again, and she rolled her eyes. So. Either a spoiled brat still living off his daddy's trust fund, or just some kind of prank or scam. She didn't get a good look at his clothes, but what she saw made her suspect the latter. Maybe she could just go to lunch early...

But Helena was too much of a professional to skip out on an appointment, even if it was with some delinquent. So when Jacob finally returned, she was right where he'd seen her last, sitting behind her desk.

The door swung open, and Jake had his dick in his paw, rock hard, jacking furiously as he marched into the room. Helena jumped to her feet with a disbelieving "what--?!" but it was too late.

Seeing those fat knockers of hers bounce around was just what he needed. With a snarl, Jacob Gresham bucked his hips at his would-be landlady and suddenly fired a salvo of spunk across the desk, whipping strings splattering across her chest and face. Her mouth was open in shock, and a thick glob flew straight between her lips, making her eyes flutter wide as her cry turned to a gurgle. She slapped a paw to her mouth, blocking another shot, but it was too late. She stumbled back and fell into her chair, coughing, trying to form an outraged exclamation, but her words melted, her mouth falling open as her body arched suddenly.

Heat flooded her body, her dress straining across her suddenly stiff nipples, her fur bristling as shock after tingling shock ran through her hide. She realized her paws were moving on their own-- she was scooping up the mess on her dress and... and stuffing it in her mouth?! She tried to yank her fingers away from her lips, but she couldn't bear to stop until they were sucked clean, and when they came loose, they fell to her cleavage, colecting still more of this... this horrible young man's seed. It was bitter and salty, but she... she couldn't seem to get enough of it! Her other paw seized at the front of her dress suddenly, yanking on her neckline to bare her brassiere, from which she hauled one fat, dark-furred breast to pinch and twist her tip. O-oh gods! Her head was filled with a hot haze, a steamcloud, and all she could think of was consuming absolutely every drop of that disgusting stuff. Every taste sent another wonderful wave of inexplicable pleasure through her, and already she was looking back on that sweet pleasure of seconds before with wistful nostalgia, her fingers raking desperately through her cleavage for more, searching her hair, wringing at her ears.

But it was all gone. She'd eaten it all. And she knew despair, because it was gone, though she knew deep down that she should have been horrified at these feelings. Her eyes fell on the boy, standing across her desk from her with a broad smirk. His cock still hung out his fly before her, a thick droplet of seed hanging from the tip. Her chair tumbled over as she found she was bustling around the desk, falling to her knees, mouth open, tongue extending-- but he took a step back and planted a paw on her face.

"Ah ah. Easy there, Hel." She groaned, pushing against his paw, trying to twist around it, but he held her firmly in place. His other paw released that shaft, letting it wobble and hang low as he raised a finger and shook it at her. "Listen! You want more?" She nodded against his paw, whimpering. When her eyes rose, he was smirking down at her. "Then we'll make a deal. You get what you want, I get what I want. Got it?"

It was hard to think at all-- the steam had cleared, and now she felt so desperately empty. Dry. Brittle. "I..." She swallowed, trying to clear her head. "W-what do you want?" She... she had to get control of herself! This wasn't her! But... gods, she could SMELL it! She surged up against him for a moment, but he shoved her down, and she whined, closing her eyes tight.

"I want an apartment here. A good one." He smiled slowly, though there was a hint of a quaver in his voice. "And I'm not gonna pay for it. Instead, once a week, you get a hot load... to tide you over. Maybe an extra one once in a while, if you're good."

To Helena's immense shame, her first thought was: once a WEEK?! She had to go a WEEK before getting more?! W... well, forget it! She shook her head weakly, sealing her mouth shut to try and stop breathing that musk, to stop tasting the faint, barely discernible scent of his spunk with her every breath. This was ridiculous! In a week, she'd be much more clear-headed, and this wouldn't be a problem. She was having trouble thinking right now, but all she had to do was kick this little punk out and... and she'd be fine. This awful twisting in her stomach would pass.

"N..." She had to work moisture into her mouth a moment before she could say it. "No. This... is insane." She closed her paws in fists at her side, and drew back, shuffling across the floor and sitting back on her heels before him, her lips stiffened into something like a resolved expression. A moment, and she realized herself and tucked her breast back into her bra hastily, straighening her clothes a little as her cheeks grew hot. She would have stood, but she didn't trust her legs just this second. She forced her eyes up, to meet his, before they checked for the eighth time whether his cock was still dangling that tantalizing little droplet. She could probably tackle him and get at it-- NO! "No. You... n-need to get out. Before I call the police." She was in control. She was Helena Day, a respectable businesswoman, and she was above anything so foul and perverse as... w-whatever the hell this was.

The young man sighed, hooking a thumb in the pocket of his jeans. "Well... I'm sorry you feel that way. I can go, of course. Let me just..." He pulled a business card from his pocket-- and with his other paw, he scrubbed that thick droplet from his tip, then smeared it across the back of the card. He turned away, and lay the card on a small table by the door. "...In case you change your mind." Clearing his throat, he zipped up, taking his time about stashing himself away. "But, uh... you should know..." He smirked lightly over his shoulder, black eyes twinkling. "The hunger never goes away. You're marked for life, Helena." The door handle clicked. When had the door even closed? "Welp. Be seein' ya."

Outside, Jake drew a deep breath... and squeezed his arm, stilling a tremor. He pushed his back to the door frame, out of sight of her window, and smiled to himself. That had gone well, he thought. She was a little more resistant than the girls back home, but maybe that was to be expected with city folk. That had been kinda scary... hell, it was scary right now. She could still call the police on him. He wasn't ready to handle that. Not out here. This was his first move in the big city, and if he fucked up here... He couldn't go back. This had to work. He pulled out his phone. It would work.

It rang in his palm, and he jumped. Then he grinned. And declined the call. A couple seconds, and it rang again. He answered, then hung up. Finally, the door wrenched open, and the mink stuck her head out, peering down the hall, then turned to him with the most frantic look in her eyes before yelping in surprise. Oh, she was in the thick of it now. She stopped, and closed her eyes a moment, drawing a deep breath. When she looked at him again, she almost looked composed. "Come in."

He was tempted to take a little issue with her tone, but there'd be plenty of time to tease later. He followed her in, closed the door, and took a seat across the desk from her as she sat down. He didn't speak. Just smiled.

"I generally prefer to get all my agreements in writing, but in this case, I think we'd better keep it off the books. I can... arrange for you to stay here, but I can't give you one of the top-tier rooms. The owners do check in now and then, and that would raise flags." She didn't meet his eyes. Instead, she busied herself with paperwork, pulling several documents and laying them precisely before him on the desk. "I'll still need some forms filled out. I'll... handle these sections." She gestured to the financial information. She paused a moment, thinking, and he didn't think she even noticed that she was licking the back of his business card. "You said... once a week. That sounds... p-pretty low, for... these are very nice apartments."

He grinned, bemused. "Mrs. Day, are you trying to haggle?" She flinched a little at the address. "Sorry... I'm afraid I'm on a budget. I know it's pretty rough right now, but once you're on the regular with me, it'll be mostly manageable. A week is about right. Just be careful not to miss an appointment. Day eight can be murder." He snickered softly.

She was still a moment, fidgeting with his card, and she drew a deep breath and let it go before continuing. "Alright. Well, we'll... we'll see how this works out, then. Just, uh, fill those out, and... and it'll be taken care of." Her eyes were darting around the desk, still held low, and she shivered occasionally. He had to listen to her lick that card until it had to be nearly worn through as he filled out the papers. When he offered the last of them back to her, she plucked it up and scanned quickly. "...Alright." She very delicately pressed the paper into a folder, and put the folder down to one side. "That just leaves one issue. We do typically ask for..." Here the mink paused, and her brown cheeks darkened with red. "A... a month's payment in advance." Her eyes flicked up toward him, getting as high as his chest. She couldn't meet his eyes, even now.

The raccoon let slip a low cackle. "Is that right... Well... I don't think I'm up to giving you four loads right now, but... you've been very civil about this, so I think I can squeeze out one more for ya... with a little help." He let that hang in the air a moment, grinning. Her eyes rose, slowly, to his, and he simply scooted his chair back a couple feet. Her sudden, bright blush was just gorgeous. It always surprised him how easily the older ladies could still get all flustered! She had to be almost old enough to be his mom! But she carried it well. He had no problem with the big, curvy look. In fact, as she rose to her feet, he added, "lose the dress."

She drew a shaky breath and obeyed, slowly pulling it up and over her head. She was pudgy, yeah, she had some big thighs with a little jiggle to them, but with hips like that they looked natural. That big, round ass, and just a little bit of a belly... and oh, fuck yes, those tits. He'd thought she sounded sexy on the phone, but he had never dreamed... She spotted him staring, and as she stepped around the desk, she unhooked her bra and slipped out of it as well. He sighed reverently as they swung down, dark pink, puffy nips rolling with her every step. Oh, she had a little sag here and there, but she was still smoking in his book. He wanted to see her bounce in his lap... but... He sighed at length. Nah, he couldn't do that to her. Ah well.

"Come on, then." He gestured impatiently at his feet, putting on a big grin as he shuffled out of his pants and boxers. She slid down between his legs as he spread them, and her eyes alit on his half-hard flesh. He chuckled, giving it a wag from side to side just to watch her head tilt to follow it. "These should do nicely..." He murred, reaching down to scoop up one of her breasts. So damned soft! It just flowed between his fingers, but it felt like it weighed down his arm!

Following his cue, she bit her lip and gathered her breasts, drawing them in to either side of that slowly rising shaft and smashing them together around him, enveloping him in downy soft fur and warm, jiggling flesh. The coon leaned back in his seat with a groan, casting one arm over the back as he watched on, grinning. He reckoned he wasn't a bad size down there, but those beauties just swallowed him up, barely his tip poked out! She stared down at that shaft, drawing slow, deep breaths as she started to lean in and up, then drag down, stroking her bust along his length. "W..." She murmured, voice sounding a little distant, "what is this? How did you... do this to me?"

Jake sighed. "All you need to know is, you'll feel better once you've got some more in you. It's a lifelong addiction but lucky for you, I intend to live a long time." He smirked lightly.

She shivered, fingers sinking into her own breasts as she squeezed them in, crushing his length in luscious softness, massaging him firmly up and down. "I... I'm married..." She mumbled. "I love my husband..." The words sounded painful in her throat. "Please... isn't there some way to... to reverse this? I-I can... I can pay, just... I can't live like this..."

He rolled his eyes. "You start talking about your hubby, I can go find somebody else that wants this load more." She stammered a hasty denial, stroking over him faster, and he smirked, laying a paw on top of her head. "That's about what I thought. Then how about you find a better use for that mouth. Just enjoy yourself and we'll all come out of this satisfied, huh?" He pressed her down, and he found her face could easily bury in her own breasts. Her lips spread around his very tip, capturing and suckling at it, and he gave a throaty groan as his hips rolled to buck up, through that pillowy softness and into slick warmth. This was more like it!

Her breath puffed warm over his belly as she worked over him, head twisting a little this way and that as her tongue swirled round his tip and her breasts rolled in circular motions around him, then started to stroke along him in alternation mashing one up into her face, then the other. A thin mix of his pre and her drool was starting to smear between those rippling knockers, and the slick, silky fur was just divine, tickling over every inch of him, hugging him perfectly in that softness and massaging him with endless, jiggling motions. Was she actually a big, experienced pervert after all under that prim and proper act, or did she just have awesome tits for fucking? The raccoon chuckled richly to himself as he spread wider, trying to stuff a little deeper into that cleavage and into her face.

He almost thought he was mistaken the first time it came, but the second he was sure: she was starting to moan softly. Grinning, he leaned down a little as if trying to meet her eye. "You alright down there? You sound a little... anxious." She shivered, and he saw she was slowly squirming and wiggling on the floor, those broad hips rolling and bucking against nothing. Her brow was drawn together tightly in a shameful frown as she suckled on him, and he spotted her fingers tweaking roughly at her own tips even as she dragged her breasts around his shaft. Chuckling slowly, he murmured, "that's the spirit... what's the harm in having a little fun, huh? Here... let me free up your paws."

Shifting back to lean tight on the back of his chair, he grabbed two greedy pawfuls of her tits and roughly yanked them from her grasp before shoving them tight together and thrusting through them. They were heavy and lush, crushing him with the most delicate, yielding softness! She shuddered, and quickly stuffed her paws under her, blushing brightly, for what little he could see of her face, mashed down over him. She was still wearing her panties, but he was willing to guess they were just getting in the way right this second as he settled into fucking her face through her cleavage, hips bucking up into that divine embrace before he struck the chair time and again. And just think, without him and his little talent, these tits might go weeks without being properly appreciated! He was willing to bet her hubby was some boring old guy and hardly did anything with her-- hell, the way she was getting amped up, she was probably one of those ladies that was hot and ready every damn day, but their husbands just didn't have the time or the pills to give 'em the dicking they needed! He was doing her a favor, stuffing his cock in her face to let her know she was still beautiful.

And if he was gonna give her a compliment, what's the point in being half-assed about it? Snarling to himself, he set to thrusting powerfully, the chair squeaking and rocking roughly under him as his feet planted wide on the floor and his whole body set to swinging up, slamming into that fat bust to make it burst up into her face even as he ground up her tongue to mash at the roof of her mouth. She was half buried in her own tits by now, and they were bulging out between her cheekbones and his hipbones, a beautiful, bouncing mess of rippling flesh and puffy, swinging nipples to either side of his slowly steeling cock.

And the sounds! She was getting sloppy in there, making wet slurping noises around him every time, but even better, these tiny, half-stopped moans kept shoving out of her, like she kept starting to moan but trying to stop herself. Her arms were working something fierce, her body was squirming around under him, and her eyes were rolling up under her lids. Snickering breathlessly, Jake seized hold of her head in one paw. Almost time to seal the deal... just one thing left to do first.

Whipping out his cell phone, he took his time about squaring the shot, letting her get him right up to the edge. She was oblivious, and he made sure to get her face in focus wrapped around his cock before chiming breathlessly, "say cheese, Hel!" She blinked, her eyes rising in a fog, and he snapped a couple shots in a row. She tensed, whimpering pathetically, but it was already done. Grinning, he pocketed the phone. "Just a little insurance. Now, brace yourself..." He firmed his grip on her head as his balls started to twitch up, feeding that shaft down her tongue roughly, and soon her breath broke in sweet notes of pleasure once again.

Those moans started cutting off in wet little squelches, though, as he seized hold of her head in both paws and dragged her in, ramming down the back of her muzzle, squeezing those fat tits tight between the two of them, filling his lap with a wild, heaving sea of cleavage to either side of her face as he dragged her in until, with a snarl, he planted her face in his crotch-- and shoved right down her throat. "Ffffuck! FUCK!" He snarled, claws grating over her head as his balls drew tight against her chin, and he held her tight in place with a broad, haggard grin as he shot straight down her throat.

Her eyes bulged wide suddenly, and he could feel her throat working around him, trying to form wild moans, or maybe screams. And it felt fantastic. Her entire body was wrenching around, but he didn't have to hold her down-- she mashed her face into him tighter, shoving him down into the chair as her body rocked and thrust at nothing wildly. He just enjoyed the jiggly show and the sweet, frantic milking, pouring his pleasure straight down her neck in fat wads until, with a shuddering sigh, he was spent.

Sagging back in the chair, he relaxed, eyes falling shut. He could still feel her squirming, her tongue curling tight around his shaft, and he could hear tiny, choked noises well up in her around him. When she seemed to slow down a little, he dragged a paw down to spread over her face and slowly shove her up and off. Of course, she stopped when he popped from her throat, barely pausing to drag a shaky breath before sealing to his cock and licking at it, slurping tightly, trying to drag the last drops out of him. He shivered, toes curling in his socks. They always tried for the last few little drops... He had to be careful she didn't get him worked up again.

When he was sure she'd gotten all of it, he raised a foot and, not too roughly, planted in her belly and shoved her away. "That's all for now," he murmured breathlessly. She toppled to the floor, groaning, shuddering, one paw buried in her panties, staring at nothing. He was plenty used to that look. Trying to savor the ecstasy as it faded into memory, trying to make it last. Better to go before she started thinking of ways to get more out of him.

He rose, taking up his pants. "Don't call me. Just texts. I'll move in tomorrow, so have my room ready." He tugged his jeans on, slipped into his shoes, and moved quickly to the door. Pausing, he smirked down at her, still lying in a daze. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Helena. I'm sure this is the beginning of a wonderful relationship."

She shuddered softly, and curled up a little.

His smile faltered a hint, but he pushed it up again as he stepped out and pulled the door shut. Well. It was done. Part of him had kinda thought that maybe he could just start over, live a normal life here. Away from all the crazed bitches trying to claim his nuts. He'd thought about stopping so many times. Looking up the complexes. Calling up all the managers. All the visits, to find the right one, a hot one. He'd thought maybe if he couldn't find one he liked, maybe he'd just...

"Why'd you have to be hot, Helena." He drew a deep breath, and smirked, ambling down the hall. "It's all your own damn fault." He shoved open the door and stepped out into the cold. Well. On with the plan, then.