Foxslut (NSFW)
Firstly, my apologies to watchers; productivity has been at a terrible rate.
This was something quick after getting hot and bothered at an art stream the other night.
May be continued over coming days.
It's a warm night, and the whole day your mind has been filled with thoughts, fantasies of what was to happen in the shortly-planned evening. Even sitting innocently on a little couch, light briefs aren't allowing your mind to stray away from the painfully needy bulge straining the fabric. Though you'd taken a seat only seconds ago, you spring back to your feet, and just in time, too. A knock at the door catches your attention and your most intimate friends file into your apartment, casually assuming their roles; they know what to do with your body.
You know that by the time your apartment lacked natural lighting, you would already be gulping down the hot, thick cum saved up for you.
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You look back at us waiting boys in a stunted, sweaty semicircle, all having had our way with your body at least once. Simply the sight of your stained fur and intoxicating musk drifting around the room encourage each man's shaft to stiffen again, including your untouched cock squeezed between the creased beanbag and stomach fur, clumped together with the semen drawn out of you after every dumbing orgasm made you squeeze around whatever cock happened to be plowing into your rump at the time.
Through the glaze over your blissful eyes you catch sight of Izzy stepping towards you. From the moment he stepped through the apartment door, you've felt yourself drawn to the knotted bulge in his shorts, and the adorable fox didn't try to stop you when you knelt before him before the others had got their clothes off. You made quick work of his meaty erection, inhaling his unfiltered, addictive musk and his moans made you purely happy as he experienced the first orgasm of the evening to set a precedent for the night. He's been saving himself for you, and the sights, sounds and smells of the night have been torturing him until he could finally pound you silly; the dribbles of precum over his thick canine manhood are just evidence of the arousal he's got for your used ass.
Despite the heat, you shiver, his soft footsteps approaching you as each person catches their breath and you force yourself to get back into position; with a spinning head and indescribable waves of pleasure coursing through you simply from the aftermath of multiple butt-fuckings, sensual yet pure bliss, it takes a tug on the head from Izzy to pull you up.
"Feel all that cum dripping down your thighs, dribbling from your eager asshole? These boys know what you like.You know what I like, and I know what you love. "
You feel a moist paw against the base of your tail, pushing you forward into the beanbag as your favourite fox makes you mindless with the incredible dirty talk you share a mutual love of.
"My little raccoon loves being used as a cumdump, doesn't he? I want you to beg, slut."
"Oh, god, please, Izzy," you manage to moan, unintentionally spitting semen onto the carpet already stained with several streaks of your favourite social drink. His hot breath forming words against the back of the neck just heating you even further, you allow him to press you back down onto the surface of the beanbag, further moans muffled as he affectionately yet forcefully holds your muzzle down against the scratchy fabric. You can't differentiate the fluids smeared all over your thick thighs, sensitive balls, shaft and ass, let alone discern who it was that sprayed another layer over your sticky fur, but you know that Izzy's the only man in the room still waiting for a turn on your sweet butt; got to save the best for last, after all.