You CAN Teach an Old Rabbit New Tricks - 03 - Oral Adventures
#3 of You CAN Teach an Old Rabbit New Tricks
Erik the bunny slave has had quite the memorable past in his many years in the service, and a nice sloppy blowjobs triggers a few questions and a few memories that come surging back just as hard as a ballsack slapping into your chin. This was part commission, part suggestion, part recommendation, part... I dunno exactly what to call it for the lovely Zeiro (http://www.furaffinity.net/user/zeiro). So if you like it make sure to thank him as well. Enjoy!
It hadn't taken more than ten minutes of relaxing on the couch until my Master's pants were off and my lips were pressed down to his sheath - full length of that impressive feline cock poking down my throat and throbbing firmly against my hot and slick walls. I simply did my best to relax as the cheetah was all too happy to leave me there, giving a few soft grinds of that sheath right up into my lips and making that cock slither back and forth gently through my clamping flesh. I remained calm, knowing that was the only way to give a proper blowjob, and just did my best to hold my breath for as long as was needed while the cheetah continued to enjoy the feeling. I had to be down there for a good thirty seconds or so, drooling into his swollen and hot sheath all the while, before the feline suddenly gave a tug up on my ears. That sent me slurping back up, sending that delicious shaft back out through my lips with a firm and purposed yank. I did my best to sneak in a quick little breath in through my nostrils as that cock tip pulled back out of my throat, leaving it open just enough for my lungs to get a quick exchange of air. But before I could really get myself situated too much that paw pushed back down at the top of my head, sending me down to that sheath once again with a heavy gurgling slurp.
Not that I minded of course, I was all too happy to be sliding up and down that cock once again. It had been a rather slow day today for me, getting my chores done and hitting the gym for a good bit of the day like usual. But afterwards there was little to do but catch up on some daily business news and prepare dinner... which the cheetah happily devoured when he finally made his way home. But I could tell he was rather spent from his long, and always extended day at work, so he decided to go for a little company on the couch while his favorite business news show came on. Now I doubted he was paying much attention to it as his paw gave another firm push down against my head, sloppily slapping my lips into a forced kiss right into his shining sheath yet again.
"Mmmph, God..." he cried out, huffing heavily as he spread his legs a bit. That new posture only made him able to drill me harder and firmer into his sheath, making me take him all the way down with each heavy slurp I made over that cock. I stood firmly up on my knees on the couch cushions, leaning over him as he pushed me down, so I had all the range of motion I needed to tease the tip of that cock, and also make out with the sheath at the same time. And all it took was a little twist to the side to angle the curve of that cheetah's shaft straight down my throat, and that cock was all too happy sliding into it's warm and wet home time and time again.
I think I might have added back a soft mumble in response to the cheetah's words, although it was hard to be sure. I was relying on my well trained autopilot rather heavily as I just let the cock slide down into my throat, trusting my body to be able to handle it with each hard, deep dive. And it did with flying colors, just like it was well trained to do, making easy work of all those firm inches of meat. It left my mind free to tease a little bit, sliding my nimble digits around to slowly began rubbing at his exposed balls. It was a soft touch, it was a teasing touch, but it kept the feline on edge, never quite letting him know what was coming. Even though Masters said that they liked to be in total control most would melt at rather sudden and spontaneous touches if done just right. This cheetah was no different as I could hear his heavy breathing ringing out in the room, knowing he was getting close to a rather large explosion.
I left that part up to him though, letting him decide just how much he held back. But with as stressful of a day as he said he had I honestly didn't think he was holding back much at all. Those pumps up from his hips, and the sloppy slams back down with his paw were quite raw and needy as that cock throbbed hotly all through my mouth and throat. I could taste the strong precum rubbing right over my taste buds each time that cock head slurped on by them, leaving my lips quivering with a deep rooted shiver surging through my body. And the feline's rough and primal growls, huffs, and other little noises were music to my long and floppy ears as I could feel his body tensing up and rolling with the pumps, all too happy to lose himself in the pleasure.
Of course I did my best to add to it as well, my sloppy and drooling throaty pops becoming quite loud when I opened my lips just enough to let the sound escape. The deep rutting into my mouth and beyond made quite the mess in both noise and sensation as well as spit flew just about everywhere, matting down all the fur on my cheeks as well as the feline's sheath and thighs. I had always been a good spit producer, so I made sure to let it fly as it only added to those deep and wet naughty noises.
Overall it was just a bit too much for the cheetah to handle all at once, although I did try and throttle my best back for when he REALLY needed it. Nevertheless, he was still gonna be quick to blow, and I was all too happy to let him drive me down a few final hard times, taking the brunt of the force onto my gums and jawbone instead of my nose. The cheetah certainly didn't mean to hurt me, at least I didn't think so, but in his most primal of mental states he was just doing what he needed to do to get off. And as those strong, sudden, and big pumps of his cock shot out through my warm and enveloping throat, I could only let my eyes go wide as I gulped them all down, watching his own face twist into one of sudden pleasure and sensation.
It took another few seconds of him emptying out and getting over that sudden rush to finally let out a heavy sigh, looking down at me with a rather pleased look on his face a moment later. Only then did he give one final tug back up on my ears, slurping that cock out of my throat and back out through my lips for the first time in a good five minutes. I did my best to control myself, but I couldn't help but let out a loud lung filling gasp of air as I was finally released. I added in a few heavy and sloppy drool dripping pants afterwards as strands of spit still connected me to that cock, the feline holding me just an inch or two away to really appreciate the size of that member. One after another they broke however, leaving me breathing deeply as I enjoyed the view. My big, slightly watery eyes slowly looking back up towards the feline's own after I had composed myself, meeting them in a happy little gaze. And as I watched his expression I leaned forwards and gave a few final licks to that cock tip, finishing it off with the final little cleaning it needed.
"Where the fuck did you learn to suck cock so good," was the first thing out of the cheetah's mouth when he finally caught his breath. He gave another soft, satisfied sigh as his paws reached up, giving me a few soft pats the back of my head and down my ears as my heavy, wet breathing continued to fall down on his cock.
I could only smile a good bit as I gently raised a paw up, finally wiping away the drool from my lips and face with the back of it. I gave one or two more deep breaths before sighing myself, sliding my body forwards and pressing my chest against the feline's side in a little snuggle. I did my best to play up the cute angle as the cheetah really loved it in his afterglow, getting a soft purr from him as his paw continued to slowly stroke down my ears and back. "Oh," I added back after clearing my throat in a soft voice, "Just about everywhere really..."
The feline gave a little chuckle at that, adding a few pats down to my back and rump before saying, "Yeah? Any particular Master lead the charge? I need to send them a thank you card..."
I chuckled softly at that before starting to think back myself, trying to figure out just where I had my most practice. I'd been taught a lot in my school of course, but that only went so far. Then it hit me like a blast from the past, smirking a little bit more as I started with, "Well... there is one specific somebody that comes to mind..."
It started out like any other auction with any other buyer. As that large Kangaroo male came to claim me I was all too ready to submit, shivering at the thought of just how hard his thrusts could be with all the raw power deep in those strong legs. But funny enough I never got to find out. After taking me home, getting me settled, and making sure all the paperwork was completed, he turned right back around and sold me again. But it wasn't just to anyone. It was to his own daughter.
Your outlook on things tends to change quite a bit when you're suddenly purchased by a Mistress instead of a Master for the first time. At least mine certainly did. For most of my schooling, and most of my slavery experience, I'd been taught what guys wanted. Guys were normally easy - get them off and they were happy. Girls on the other hand... well, there were certainly a few nervous shivers down my spine when I heard the news. I was pretty sure I could handle it, but... on the other hand... what if I couldn't? I was slowly starting to fade past my prime at a mere 26 years of age, so I had to make sure to constantly keep myself working hard for attention. Any little slip up, especially with her father watching us closely, and I'd be off to another Master in a heartbeat. That would lead to yet another Master on my record, and another used sale under my belt, leaving me tumbling farther and faster into the oblivion that was elder slavehood...
I was determined not to let that happen. So when I finally met my new Mistress for the first time I did the best I could to make sure I was polite, obedient, and respectful. Not that she seemed to notice. She was blushing more than I was when she found out what her father had gotten for her. She was far from traditional Mistress material, seeming rather shy and a little stupefied at now owning a bunny. She didn't exactly seem to be brimming with dominance either, hiding her eyes behind her bangs as she did her best to find some words to say at the news. And it didn't seem like she had any sort of plan for me either, not really needing anything a slave bunny boy could offer...
I wasn't sure if she was going to break down and cry, bust out laughing, or just fade into a blushing ball in the corner and try to disappear for the first few minutes. But her father and I did our best to calm her down and make her feel welcome, and I did all I could to drop any sexy pretenses to try and not freak her out any more than she was. She seemed rather prude, almost virgin-like when it came to more 'adult' things, so instead of focusing on that I quickly fell into the 'cute little bunny' role. Before we got too acquainted I went and slipped out of the skimpy little thing her father had put me into and slid into something more respectable. I couldn't help but keep the clothing tight to show off my tone of course, but it was nothing more intense than you'd normally see out on the street in passing. Not quite like that little slut get-up the father seemed to enjoy me in. The wardrobe change seemed to work a bit more as she slowly came around, and before the end of the night she was petting my ears as I lay my head down on her lap, watching a movie and cuddling on the couch. And I was just fine with that, happy to be of use and make her happy however I could.
I did miss the sex a little bit at first, but then again it was nice to get a break from the constant action just the same. I fell more into an 'assistant' role with the roo girl, kind of like her father seemed to want originally, helping her with her business paperwork and administrative things for her company. But the more I worked around her the more I saw her attitude towards me start to change. It started out with my closet suddenly getting a few sets of more 'cute' clothing, which of course I put on and began to wear more in private than public. But soon even in public it became a thing, and the roo almost took pride in how pretty and cute she could make me look. I did my best to fall into line and keep my duties the priority at her place of business despite my new look, but all that cuteness started to get some serious attention from a few of her... male coworkers.
I think they all wanted to bang her to be honest, but there was no way they were getting into her pants. She just didn't seem interested in anything but her work... and now me. So be it jealousy, or perhaps a bit of spite, it wasn't long before I felt a few of the guys giving me smacks to my rump around the office. I took them like any good slave should, trying not to tease back. But, in my own needy state, I couldn't help but give them a little something in return for the attention. I didn't mean to, but I could certainly feel my body reflexively letting my hips shake just a little more after each one, tossing them back a little wink as a thank you for the slap as well.
Although I just as quickly found out why teasing can be such a bad thing as well. I pushed it a little too hard and a little too much a few too many times, and one day I found a gazelle quickly dragging me off to the bathroom by my ears. He threw me down right in the middle of the public space, sliding me across the slick floor on my knees, before simply unzipping his fly and whipping out his hard cock right in front of me.
"You fuckin' cock tease little bitch of a slave," he started out with, always a good first thing to say before shoving a cock down someone's throat I've found. "Enough teasing...."
Any thought that it might just be a warning quickly faded from my mind as the gazelle gripped my ears firmly again and pulled my head down to meet up with his cock. Of course I could've resisted a bit harder, yelled for help, called out to my Mistress.... but it had been SO long since I'd had a cock that I couldn't help but take it easy. I made sure to fight back just a little bit so I had SOME defense if we were caught, but my lips opened up a little too easily and wrapped themselves around that cock tip like the hungry little bunny slut I was before too long.
The gazelle groaned heavily and certainly wasn't gentle with me, his 'revenge' fuck going balls deep on the first heavy pump forwards. It made me gag hard as my throat wasn't ready for that sudden invasion of decently hung cock with my lack of practice. It had been a good amount of time since I'd serviced a cock, so I needed to dig deep in my mind to really remember how. But it really was just like riding a bike. It came back rather quickly as my deep throaty groans and pops filled the air with those first few desperate slams. And before long it was my lips meeting the gazelle's sheath down at the base of his cock, moaning heavily all the while as the drool started to leak down my chin.
Back and forth we both hungrily and sloppily fought, one always trying to get the advantage on the other and steal back the dominance. He'd unleashed something deep inside my mind, a primal training locked into it at an early age... I couldn't help by try and feed that faded desire by slurping that cock hard, fast, and with a need I had rarely felt. And he couldn't help but want to thrust in hard, all the way down my throat, slapping his heavy dangling nuts against my chin over and over again with his fevered pumps. The sounds we were making were no doubt ringing heavily in the air, surging out through the office as that gazelle used me like his little personal throat fuck. And just as we were both REALLY getting into it, all that noise finally happened to attract someone else to the party...
The Roo's eyes went wide as she gasped out heavily, making us both freeze in our tracks for just a split second. I wasn't sure who moved faster, me sliding off the cock or the gazelle trying to pull me off by my ears. But the end result was the same - a dripping and drooling gasping bunny boy kneeling in front of a decently hung gazelle stud with one hell of a dripping erection, trying to hide it by sliding it to the side and smacking me right in the cheek with it one final time.
We all stood there kind of paralyzed for a second, each one staring at the other as the bathroom door closed behind the roo. But the gazelle was the first one to finally break the silence as he stumbled out with, "I... I'm sorry... I can explain...."
He didn't explain however, and the kangaroo didn't seem to change her expression all that much. She was still in shock at the sight before her, staring from the gazelle back down to me and then back up at the gazelle. Her eyes washed over my softly panting face, gasping softly at the dripping drool down my chin, as well as his slowly softening but still rather impressive cock throbbing away by my cheek. More and more time passed in silence as well all stood there, waiting for someone to make the first move. The gazelle was just about to try another line, taking a big breath in to really give a final go at pleading his case. But the roo finally decided to break her silence, still looking a little unsure in her eyes as she let out a soft and weak, "P...please... continue..."
That took both of us by surprise as the gazelle and I let out a sudden gasp, and then looked back and forth to one another with a few looks of confusion. Our gazes both finally met back up focused at the the roo however, as if looking for a little clarification. But at this point her mind was made up. She gave a soft little nod of her head as if to answer the question we were both about to ask, and continued to stand there nervously, but now a little more intrigued than before.
Needless to say after a few more awkward moments the gazelle finally turned back down to me, giving me a soft shrug as he grabbed onto the base of his cock. I repeated the shrug back up towards him, however vague it was, and just slowly opened up my muzzle again. It wasn't long before that thick shaft started to push past my lips again, letting that now half hard cock slide back in towards my throat once more.
It took a bit for him to get back into it, feeling his cock stumble a little and stay semi-hard for a lot of the back and forth bobbing I was doing. But eventually I think he started to forget his boss was there watching him, and the heavenly slurping of bunny throat and lips slowly pulled him back into the mood. He did his best to enjoy the action as his hips picked up the pace, once again starting to hold me by the ears as his swinging nuts slapped firmly against my drool covered chin. I guess he figured that if he was going to be fired anyway he might as well go at it full tilt. And that's just what he did - long and hard thrusts down into my muzzle, getting out all his frustrations of not fucking the roo and now getting caught fucking me, making sure my throat would at least be sore for the rest of the day as his lingering legacy.
That final slurp out after he'd deposited his load deep into my belly was quite the epic one, strands of drool and cum still connecting that cock to my lips as it slowly pulled away and left me gasping and panting for air. A few final shots of his dripping cum landed against the roof of my mouth, my tongue, and even on top of my nose as he pulled away, giving a final little messy coating to the well fucked bunny before him. We both did our best not to look at the roo, who had been standing there that whole time just watching with quite the interest. But eventually my eyes caught hers, seeing hers gleaming while mine were still watering from the action. I wiped away my tears with the back of my paw, but before I could refocus onto her I heard her softly say, "Kyle, meet me in my office once you clean yourself up..."
The gazelle just nodded softly, the realization that he was probably gonna get fired finally hitting him now that he'd gotten his rocks off. He let out a heavy sigh and slowly started to stroll over to the sink, washing his paws after zipping his pants back up. He did his best not to look at the roo girl as he slid past her and out the door, a little too embarassed to make eye contact.
Now it was just me and her in the room, my blush growing heavy as I tried to let my cuteness take me over and help sway her. I let out a soft little squeak, letting my long ears droop down over my shoulders and cheeks, before trying to think of something to say. I was relying fully on the sympathy factor - the poor little defenseless bunny getting dragged off by the big, scary gazelle and raped in the bathroom. It wasn't my fault! And I didn't want to be sold off for being a bad boy...
I didn't get the chance to plead my case though. The roo let a moment of awkward silence stand in the room before slowly taking a step forwards, starting her advance towards me. Once she finally reached me with a few large steps I could feel her paw slowly slide down and lift up my drooping chin, making my large, submissive, pleading eyes stare back up at hers. She scanned over my face slowly, letting her eyes wash over my spit and cum matted fur with a curious expression. She leaned in for a closer look, even running a finger around my cheek and chin to run through some of the cum the gazelle had left there. She let out a slightly grossed out, but slightly excited gasp as the texture of it hit her fur, smearing it onto her fingertip as she continued to play with it. Eventually though I felt that fingertip sliding up and towards my lips, pushing itself inside with a sudden surprised gasp from me. I did my best to seal around that finger as it pushed in though, feeling it wiggling around against my tongue as it enjoyed my warmth. And then slowly it began to pull out - my lips sealing tightly and making sure to scrape all that extra cum off the digit, leaving it shining with my spit only.
She continued to say nothing as she just smiled down at me, and then slowly turned around before swiftly heading out the door. As I heard the door close behind her it left me rather stunned and motionless, still kneeling down on that hard floor and catching my breath from my first blowjob in ages. It was a good thirty seconds before I could finally slide on up onto my feet, slowly stumbling over to grab a paper towel as I started to clean myself up. All I could do was simply slide back out of the bathroom and try to go back to work, picking up my papers from where I'd dropped them as I tried to not make eye contact with everyone else in the office. It seemed like word traveled quickly around here though as everyone was choking back a little grin or chuckle, taking note of my slightly matted facial fur...
I was rather surprised to see that gazelle back at his desk when I walked by later on, still trying hard to get back into a normal work mode myself. But rather than simply packing up his stuff and getting ready to leave he looked as busy as ever... if not more to make up for lost time. I didn't say anything though, just slowly keeping myself busy until the end of the day. It was when only the roo and I were left in the office that she finally came up to me once again. She looked a little nervous herself, but she also knew that she needed to finally say something about what happened.
"Hey bunny, about that whole bathroom thing," she started with a nervous little gulp. She'd probably taken a good bit of time to practice just what she was going to say, but it still came out a little shaky and nervous when she said it. I had thought of a few responses myself to what had happened, but my defense all depended on what she said first and how she came about it. So, without having anything to go by so far it left my body shivering nervously in her presence, looking up at her with a little twitch in my ears and feet.
"Y...yes Ma'am?" I said back slowly and carefully, finally meeting up with her eyes for the first time since seeing them shining back down at me in the bathroom.
"Well," she added back, letting her eyes dart away from me to the floor for just a second before slowly meeting back up with mine. "You.... you do that a lot? Or... I mean... did that kind of thing a lot? Before?"
I gulped nervously, not quite knowing how to respond to that as I just gave back a weak, little nod. "Heh," I ended up saying just to break the silence, darting my eyes away as a small blush started to form on my cheeks as well. "I... um... yeah. I mean, it certainly wasn't my first time."
She gave a small knowing nod at that, taking down a slight gulp herself as a soft twitch ran through her body. "Well, um..." she started back out, taking a deep breath before saying, "I... kind of liked watching...."
I just gave a soft little nod at that as I really didn't know what to say back now, smiling cutely as I looked back up at the roo and tried to make her feel comfortable saying it. I wasn't going to lie, I LOVED making someone else cum after so long being abstinent. And to hear that my Mistress seemed to like it, while surprising, was also quite welcomed.
"Well," I started back myself, starting to feel my own nerves start to fade just a bit. "I'm sorry for not telling or asking you before Mistress, but Kyle just kind of... tugged me into the bathroom. I hope you didn't go too hard on him."
"Oh no no," she said back with a small smile, starting to shed a little bit of her nerves as well it seemed. "He's just fine." She took a small pause after that, as if stopping herself from surging ahead with what she was really thinking. But finally it started to crack through, the roo girl softly adding, "W... would you want to do it again?"
I brightened up my gaze firmly at that, looking up at her thankfully as I slowly nodded my head. My long floppy ears fell down and over my shoulders as I leaned my head back and forth with the nods, pushing them back with a paw before I happily said, "But of course Ma'am. I'd be happy to!"
"Alright..." she adds with a slightly nervous, but also slightly excited look in her eyes once again. "I'll call him into my office tomorrow then..."
Of course the gazelle was more than on board with the plan, coming in and doing quite the good job on my muzzle and throat now that he was fully allowed to. All the while the roo watched eagerly, sitting at her desk and slowly rocking back and forth as the gazelle made me drool hard once again. But she wasn't exactly quiet this time, gasping softly at the show and almost cheering on the big guy on as his nuts once again found my chin over and over again. And when his cum eventually found my cheeks, face, and snout, I could hear her moan loudly at the small shower, shivering in her chair as the cum leaked down my face and onto my chest.
But it wasn't just the next day I had to worry about. The day after that the croc from down the hall was in her office, pushing my nose down into his belly fat as he made me take all he had to give. And then the next day I had that rather athletic leopard tickling my throat with his barbs. Day after day I was called into the roo's office, finding my partner, or even partners from the office ready to give me a go. It started out fairly easy at just one at a time, once a day, but before long it was almost like a challenge to see how many of the office workers I could blow in one shift.
And I did love a good challenge, doing my best to be on top of my game and make my Mistress shiver at the sloppy noises I helped make. And when our daily event became too much of a work-stopping task, I was told to drop my normal duties and simply wander around the office, looking for the most needy guy I could find. Whether the roo watched or not depended on the day and how busy we all were, but she always LOVED hearing about it on the drive home. She obsessed over every little sloppy detail, and by the time we were home I found my muzzle quickly buried down between her legs, never having to work hard to get her off with the same muzzle I'd just blown half a dozen guys with. She seemed to love that even more, cumming a few times for me each night if I had the pleasure of servicing her.
I thought it might just be a temporary thing - a new rush from a rather reserved girl discovering the joys of sex for the first time. But to my surprise it went on and on. For months I serviced everyone in the office more times than I could count with my muzzle and tongue. Everyone from the tiniest mouse to the most hung zebra made their way down my throat at some point in time, if not many multiple times. My mouth quickly becoming quite the cock sucking machine as I learned what everyone loved the most, using it to my advantage to make them blow hard each and every time. But soon it started to extend even outside of the office, flowing over into the weekends as well. At first it was just trips to co-worker's places on Saturday and Sunday, but before long she started to look into this a bit more, and started to find the power of the internet....
The same old co-workers weren't doing it for her anymore, although she still certainly loved to watch me please them regardless. But she was craving something more... something kinkier... something different, unknown, and exciting. The first few adds she posted on that site lead to us traveling to someone else's house, where they would make good use of my muzzle in whatever way they saw fit. And that seemed to do it for a bit, getting the roo off firmly and making her shiver at the scenes. But trapped in someone else's house, some of the guys almost expected to have a round with her as well, leading to a few awkward confrontations between her and them. Although she was developing quite a kinky persona slowly and steadily, she was still a shy roo and needed a little back-up at times. So instead of dealing with that, she figured why not do something somewhere everyone could come and go as they pleased...
Hence why we started to meet guys in the park. At first it was almost too kinky for the roo as she was a nervous wreck watching me blow that otter in the bushes near one of the most remote bathrooms, being a little too nervous to really enjoy it. But soon she started to enjoy the extra kinky thrill of it, starting to like it when we almost got caught a few of the times. She would be all too happy to wear a skirt with nothing on underneath, slowly rubbing herself as she leaned up against a tree and watched some big stud muzzle fuck me to tears. I saw a side of her come out that I think had long been repressed during those days, showing off that she might actually be a proper Mistress after all.
Her commands to go harder, faster, and deeper flew from her lips quickly as she got herself off time and time again. And the messier I became the more she seemed to enjoy it. It started off with just one kinky meet up at a time, but she quickly realized that if she put out an add and gave a set of times that a good few males would show up... especially with all those pictures she'd posted of me in action in the same wooded spot to help lure them in.
So what started out as a simple meet up in the park turned into a cum dump in the park, my frame quickly getting drenched in drool, cum, and sometimes even piss as the males all enjoyed themselves at my expense. I had everything from canines, felines, equines, avians, rodents... you name it and I serviced at least one of them during those days. It grew so bad that sometimes there was even a line waiting for service, which unfortunately started to attract some heat from the park rangers. We tried to move spots around to keep them searching, but it seemed they always knew how to find us one way or another.
It wasn't long before we were unfortunately banned from the park. Her car suddenly ended up towed one day, and we had to hitch a ride back to the compound with one of the people responding to the add. But that didn't put a damper in the roo's plans though. If anything it made her want it more now that she couldn't have it. So we went searching, and finally found a nice and relatively open night club to enjoy ourselves in.
By this point she was really into it, starting to even disguise herself as a guy at first so she could slip into the male's bathroom with me. We set up shop in the large stall down at the end, my leash getting tied tightly to one of the helper bars after getting a nice little pad down for my knees on the hard floor. And then we waited. It never took long though, either by word of mouth or by prior hookup experience, for the first guys to start streaming on in.
Sometimes it was a slow night with only five guys or so in a few hours, but on my heaviest nights there were at least twenty all wanting to go a round. And I was more than ready to handle them all now that I was back in proper cock sucking shape. My lips slurped hungrily over all those thick and thin cocks alike, adjusting myself to whatever I needed in order to make sure they had a good time and ended up cumming hard - either down my throat or right up and over my face.
But one particular night things got rather intense as one hell of a hunky doberman slid into the stall. He was a new guy that I didn't recognize from before, either by face or by cock. And it seemed my Mistress didn't really either as she did give him quite the strange look at first. But at this point, after a good ten or so loads dripping out through my lips and down my chin, neither one of us were set to care too much. We had new guys coming in all the time, and this one was hot for sure. So no one had any complaints as he stepped up towards my face and slapped down against it with the tip of his hot, and rather huge cock.
"Mmmmph, that's it..." the roo said from the corner, pants long ago flying off as her fingers were soaked from stroking herself the whole time. "Smack him, spread that cum around... rub it deep into his fur..." she added with a naughty little moan, her inner animal coming out as she watched my cute and messy face get another round of slop mixed in with all the rest. My facial fur was a ragged mess, sticking up every which direction from all the spit, cum, and tears I had been leaking. Not to mention that ring gag holding my tired jaw open made it rather hard to swallow very well, leading to a nice little drip of drool making a river down my naked chest all the way to my caged up cock. It was no wonder that the guys were popping up hard the moment they walked in with such a sight laid out before them. And when their hot cocks finally touched the slickness of my well used fur, that was all they needed to turn needy and primal.
This canine was no exception, grinning widely as he slowly rubbed his cock tip through my cheeks, getting a nice little coating of slop on that pointed tip. He was big, even bigger than I'd noticed earlier. And even though I handled horses here and there, I could tell this cock would be a challenge. As he started to push it through my ring gag and up against my tongue I knew quickly it wouldn't be easy. His cock thickness easily pushed against the edges of the steel ring holding my jaw open, and it made him grunt just a bit as he tried to see if he'd fit. Of course, with a few grinds and groans, he realized he wouldn't. His fat slab of meat was just a bit too big even for even that XL ring gag to handle. He did enjoy my tongue work for a few moments though, letting me slide it up and down whatever portion of his shaft fit into my muzzle. I let out a few soft and slutty moans as I helped to clean off the tip of that musky cock, tasting all the others that had left their marks on my cheeks during the process as well. But eventually he pulled his cock out from against the ring and gives a look over towards the roo, leaving that shining pillar of meat standing proudly before me and threatening to rock my world at any time.
The roo knew what he wanted, giving him a little wink and a small nod as her paw rubbed firmly against her clit back and forth. It wasn't often my ring gag had to come off, but this wasn't the first time someone reached behind my head to unhook it either. Slowly it fell limp around and under my ears, feeling the tension start to fall as the canine's paws slid against those leather straps. He was quick to yank it off from between my gums, making me let out a heavy squeal and gasp as my jaw was free to move once again. I closed it firmly, letting itself fall back to a somewhat normal position for a few seconds. But that wasn't going to fly with either the canine or the roo watching on. With a firm and painful slap to the side of my face with that cock, the canine's paw slid down and grabbed a hold of my ears, yanking me back up and into place once more.
I knew better that to try and fight that needy grin he had on his face, my slave senses kicking in quite quickly as I just slowly opened my sore muzzle once more. It wasn't more than halfway open to it's gagged size before that cock tip hungrily pushed against my lips, slurping forwards and forcing my jaw the rest of the way open with a heavy pounding thrust. My jaw ached as it surged open wide, feeling it straining just a little bit as I let out a deep throaty gag and gurgle around that fat meat. But both the roo and the doberman were all too happy to watch me struggle, especially as the canine slid me back by my ears and then pulled me down hard again, nose pressing firmly into his sheath as my poor throat bulged from all that meat.
"Oh fuck," I heard the roo call out from the other side of the room, knowing that her paw was probably furiously stroking away at her dripping pussy at the sight. I'd been used hard before, but it always seemed to get her going more than anything else. She loved to hear me gag, struggle, and try to push back off that cock... and that's just what I was doing with this big canine. He was huge, too much for my smaller frame to handle. But there was little I could do. The grip on my ears was too firm and strong, not to mention painful as I tried to push back and away from those thighs with my paws. I had no hope of fighting past the canine's needy pulls down though, feeling that cock tip slipping down deep again and again into my throat.
At that point I was a little past my slave training, starting to lose my cool and really began to struggle with that cock. It made me ache and gargle each time it shoved down deep, feeling like it was pushing straight through the back of my throat with each hard and needy drive forwards the canine gave me. I squirmed and struggled, trying to get some balance and to hold myself up and away from that cock. But it was no use. The canine was a beast, and now I was just a passenger until he was done. And with one bit of panic there quickly became more and more as my aching jaw started to clamp down just a bit, trying to limit the canine's surging into my gaped lips.
It didn't end up working out like I planned though. It succeeded in getting his cock out of my mouth if only for a little bit, but that sudden firm open paw slap to my cheek certainly rang my bell for my efforts. I don't remember quite what happened afterwards, still quite a bit dizzy from the ringing force of it. I could hear the canine and my Mistress talking about something in a mumbled tone, but I couldn't make out any firm words due to the pounding in my head. And before I knew it that cock was once again slipping down inside of my throat, driving hard into my well used tunnel of flesh like it had never left in the first place. I had learned my lesson though, never squeeze down on a shaft with your teeth, unless specifically told that they liked that sort of attention.
But that didn't help my current situation unfortunately, feeling the canine arch his body just a bit as he held onto my ears firmly. His hips finally got into the mix, slamming themselves hard up into my face as the dog's nuts and thighs slapped against me with every almost feral-like thrust. I gagged, I gargled, I drooled... I barely got enough air to keep my burning lungs satisfied and my brain running.. but I endured. I endured that hard and heavy throat fucking like a good slave, earning my title and my Mistress' adoration with each mind-rocking thrust against my quickly spinning head.
I fell into a bit of a trance for a some period of time during the hammering, half dazed and half just enduring as I let my body fly on autopilot. I wasn't sure how long I took that brutal pounding for, but I do remember feeling the edges of that knot start to form up around my lips, pushing hard against them with each grind of that cock tip against my throat. I let that knot pop through my lips, slurping out almost reflexively and doing my best to wrap them around that huge bump of flesh. But with such a giganticly hung canine there was no way just my lips could handle the workload alone, barely even stretching out far enough to wrap around the knot at it's widest point. So slowly, once making sure my balance was steady enough enough, I started to lift my paw up and slide it over to the canine's thigh. I pressed against his slightly sweaty fur and started to slide it up towards the base of the canine's cock, ready to wrap it up tightly with a squeeze to pretend it was knotted. That should help the canine finally get off, leaving me to compose myself and get my breath back at least.
The canine was having none of that though, feeling my paw and quickly slapping it away with his own as he continued to thrust hard. That made me whimper out just a bit, now lost as to just how to really get that dog off. Most canines needed something squeezing their knot to really let the juices flow, and if I couldn't give that to him then who knows just how long he was going to last. Thankfully it didn't seem to be too much longer as that knot hammered away hard at my lips and jaw, almost prying my teeth apart with every hard and determined slap it made against my drooling, slimy, sloppy lips and chin. But suddenly, with a rather powerful thrust forwards, I felt a sharp pain shooting through my jaw - my teeth spreading out wider than I ever remember them going. And all of a sudden I felt that massive knot pop RIGHT into my mouth, making me give out a weak and muffled squeak that would've rung eardrums if it wasn't deadened by so much cock.
It all happened so fast that I didn't know if my jaw was broken, dislocated, or just hyper-extended. But what I DID know was that there was a massive canine cock down my throat at this moment, with a HUGE knot holding it there. At this point, even though all my training was telling me not to panic, I was panicking. Quickly I tried to pull back, finding my jaw still burning and hurting as my teeth slowly scraped up against the back of that knot. That twitch and tug was met by a rather hard and once again brain-ringing push down from the canine, grinding me down against his sheath to further his own pleasure. I could hear him huff a few times as he held me down, and suddenly start howling heavily as I could start to feel his seed surge out through my throat and into my belly.
I couldn't tell if I made it more pleasurable for him or not with all my nervous and panicked squirms, trying to fight back against that knot to give myself at least a little room to breathe. My lungs were burning hard and my jaw was aching, knowing I was burning up my precious oxygen extra fast with all those quick and sudden moments as well. But it had to be done, I couldn't last like this for all that much longer. But even when the cumming canine's pressure on my head finally released itself, all my hard tugs back against that cock seemed for naught. I tried hard, desperately trying to pull back and giving out a few pathetic little noises as my jaw once again tried to open that wide. But it was no use. The canine's knot had only grown even bigger once it was inside my warm and wet muzzle, and even if I could match the size it had surged in at it would do me no good.
That's not to say I didn't try my hardest to make it work. I pulled, twisted, and added in a few weak whimpers here and there as my big eyes shot even wider, pleading for the canine or even my Mistress to somehow help me off that cock. But to my horror I could only hear a slightly shocked gasp come from the roo as she asked back, "Did you... did you knot him?!?"
I wasn't sure what the canine said back as I was still trying hard to fight off that cock, but whatever it was seemed to make the roo girl shiver in pleasure, leaving her far from rushing to my aid to help. So it was just me and that cock, fighting for supremacy... and the cock was kicking my ass.
I did my best to struggle and try to push off, grinding my teeth rather firmly against the back of that massive knot to try and forcefully tug myself off. But even though it must have hurt the canine a bit to sit there and take that abuse, he seemed content to watch me struggle on my knees before him. Even though I had a vague hope he might help and finally slide me off his cock, or get his knot to deflate quicker, I could only watch through teary eyes as he placed his paws on his hips, grinning widely back down at me as the fight slowly drained from my eyes. I had burned up a lot of my stored oxygen trying to fight off that knot, and slowly but surely my body was running out of energy. I gave a few final hard tugs to try and free myself one last time, but they were all in vain as the canine was as stuck as he'd ever been.
I couldn't give up... I had to fight... burning lungs, spinning head, feeling faint... I couldn't let myself go. I couldn't end like this... death by knot in some club's bathroom... but my body just wasn't playing by the same rules my mind was. My weak grasp got even weaker as my paws soon slid off the canine's thighs, giving a few final little twitches before I remember closing my eyes... staring down at that ugly little tiled floor for the final time.
I have no idea what happened in the following moments. All I remember was slowly coming to with my cheeks stinging, the roo sitting on my chest and slapping away at my face as she watched the life slowly come back into me. My jaw hurt, a lot, but with a little groan I slowly and carefully reached up to cradle it softly in my weak grasp. I moved it around with a few slow motions as the roo girl finally stopped her slaps, making that nothing was broken. Everything moved and worked like it should, although some firm twinges of pain continued to shoot through it every now and then as I did my best to work it over.
But that pain was nothing compared to my throbbing head - passing out from lack of oxygen leaves QUITE the stinging mark on your brain. As I slowly tried to open my eyes and look up at that blurry roo I couldn't help but wince, the powerful light from the ceiling glaring back down at me and making me twinge in pain like the worst hangover you could imagine. And when I finally gave a few throat clearing coughs I could only whimper firmly in pain, giving back quite the pathetic little whine as my whole head and body seemed to be fighting me right now.
"Bunny, you awake?" the roo on my chest asks, slowly rising on up and letting me breathe properly for the first time in a long while.
I didn't have anything to answer back by other than a few little weak twitches and squeals, feeling like I'd just been knocked out by a powerful boxer. And in fact it was a doberman, that much I remembered, so it wasn't that far off. But my weak twitches and groans in that cummy, spit filled puddle I was currently laying in were enough to satisfy the roo, no doubt sliding back over to her spot on her 'throne' to continue getting herself off at the sight.
Or at least that's what I assumed she did - I was busy trying to come around and get my body back on track for what felt like the next half hour. It was probably no more than five minutes though before I felt a firm tug up on my collar. It made my whole body creak and crack in protest as I was slid back up onto my rump, then swiftly onto my knees, and finally up and onto my large feet.
I couldn't stand by myself yet, slowly teetering back and forth in the roo's grasp as I let out a few heavy groans and hisses, still feeling the ache everywhere. My eyes were barely open, and my jaw and brain was throbbing hard... but I didn't think I had any serious damage. Time and rest would tell, but other than getting really beaten up by that knot and cock I felt like I would be fine.
"Guess you're done for the night, huh?" I heard the roo say, smirking widely in my blurry gaze as I added back a soft and weak huff at her question. "Well then, good job today bunny," she adds, handing me over a towel to slowly start to clean myself off with. She was the one to do most of the cleaning though, wiping my face and chest off as I just practiced standing and getting my balance. But by the time I was more or less steady I was at least semi-presentable as well. I couldn't tell whether that throbbing was coming from the heavy bass in the club or just my still ringing head, but other than that I thought I could at least walk out of the club on my own power. Eventually I was slowly able to get my shorts and T-shirt back on, shuffling softly out of that messy bathroom stall and out towards the roo's car parked out back, with her lending a supportive arm all the way.
We didn't really get much of a chance to repeat that performance, despite how much the roo wouldn't stop talking about how hot it was watching me get muzzle knotted. The next time we tried to slip into the club and get stuff going we were... interrupted by the club security around only the fifth cock down my throat. That didn't just lead to a ban from the club, but it lead to getting the police involved as well for indecent exposure and indecent use of a slave in public.
Needless to say the roo girl was well connected, and I'm sure she got off with barely a warning. But word did finally make it back to her father, and he wasn't all too pleased to hear what his daughter had been doing in her spare time. So after a fight or two between them I found myself packing a few things and shipping off to the auction house yet again...
"Man," the cheetah said with a little huff, his show now quite over leading to us just slowly cuddling on the couch with the TV muted. "I knew it could be rough being a slave, but... you almost died!"
I could only chuckle at that statement, my old and well used frame just accepting my fate at this point. "Yeah, I guess I could've. But we could all die at any point really. If I had to go out sucking a cock, then at least I would've died doing what I loved...."
That statement got me a firm swat on the rump from the cheetah, slowly rolling his eyes as he softly said back, "Your sense of humor is... odd at times."
I could only smile back softly at that, nestling into his chest softly with a little rub of my cheek against his shirt. "Mmmm, but it makes you laugh on occasion, so it's worth it.
I got another slap on my ass for that comment before the cheetah just sighed, looking up at the clock as he added in, "I guess so. Silly little rabbit. Anyway, it's time for bed. Go warm it up for me."
"Yes Master!" I added with a soft smile, pulling myself out of his grasp and feeling my body creak just a bit as I slid onto my foot paws. I gave a little stretch, and then a soft wink as I turned around and started to walk towards the bedroom, shaking my ass teasingly with every step I made.
"God damnit Erik!" he called back, knowing I was in trouble when he used my real name like that. I just smirked though as I didn't bother turning around, continuing through that hallway with my hips still shaking seductively with each slow, calculated step I made. I could hear the cheetah grumble behind me before suddenly shouting out again, "I need to sleep tonight! Big meeting tomorrow!"
We'd see just how much sleep I felt like letting him have tonight when he got to bed....