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Vexed, the river otter marched a circuit on the straight gravel path. With his forepaws folded over his waist, he observed passersby.

Are they judging me? he asked himself whenever he caught somefur stealing a peek at him. Lukas felt skimpy in his clothes: a pair of black skinny jeans showed off way too much ankle and a tank top that was tight against his form due to its XS size as well as showing off a small section of fur between the bottom of his belly button and the waistband of his jeans. For shoes he wore an old pair of sandals, but at least he didn't wear socks with them. He wouldn't have usually worn something like this - his sense of style wasn't terrible - but Hayley have given him some special requests (which were more like demands, once he'd thought about it) when it came to what he was going to wear for their "meeting". She had been persistent on not calling it a date.

At one point, a striped hyena of around forty years of age stopped and gave Lukas a lewd grin. He could tell that the man was checking him out, having probably seen the otter's ass squeezed into denim and wanting to see if the front was just as good. Judging by the way the hyena eyeballed him, he wasn't disappointed. If Lukas hadn't been planning to meet somefur, he _might_have taken the hyena up on his offer.

Disappointed, the hyena walked off to go find something else to bang. Lukas half-wished he could do the same, just so that he didn't have to stand in the middle of the park in what felt like see-through clothing. He wouldn't have been so awkward if Hayley had shown up on time. She'd promised him that she'd be here at half-past - which had come and gone twenty three minutes ago. Lukas glanced at his watch... either he was reading the numbers wrong, or Hayley wasn't sticking to her promise.

It wouldn't have been so much of a problem if she'd chosen to meet on a day when Lukas didn't have class, but today his bad luck had struck and he'd been cursed with a two hour long lecture in the afternoon as well as a mountain of homework that needed doing. So, if the dark brown she-otter didn't show herself within the next few minutes, Lukas decided he'd go to the student room and spend the rest of his lunch break there.

After he'd changed into something more comfortable, of course.

"Lukas!" thundered a strong, female voice from not so far away. Ears perking, he turned his head quickly to find exactly who he was expecting, recognizable from her voice alone. One glance assured him that he was right: silver hair bushing out like a small mane around her head and neck above and her dark-furred body could belong to nobody else.. Her rudder tail flicked around behind her, always kept some distance above the ground because of its abnormal length.

Lukas shivered in anticipation - the things she could do with that tail were shocking. On top of that, her red summer dress stood out like a sore thumb, as if she wasn't already enough of a beacon. From here, Lukas could tell that she was holding something up in her forepaw, but couldn't distinguish what it was. Smiling, he waved and scurried over to her, stopping in front of a park bench occupied by a wolf couple who were too busy playing tongue tennis to notice what was going on.

Hayley turned a grin on him. "Sorry!I had to buy these." Then, she held up two pairs of pink, fluffy handcuffs. "They were on sale and when I saw them, I couldn't help but wonder what they'd look like on our wrists! Now, I know that you prefer to be tied up loosely, but - aren't they cute?"

She insisted; Lukas had to agree. Hayley wouldn't do anything harsh to him for disagreeing, but he knew well enough that he was supposed to answer 'yes.' What with those handcuffs dangled right in front of his face and out in public, he tried to keep his blush under control but failed at a record breaking pace. Nervously, he glanced at the wolf couple - but they hadn't yet noticed, thank God, which game him a moment to-

"No. We're not going anywhere." Hayley leaned down and smirked in response, reading him and his intentions. "This is revenge for when you failed to post the picture of your outfit this morning. I was only going to fluster you by making you try them on, but it seems you disobeyed me twice today." She pointed a claw at Lukas's clothing. "I said skimpy_and _slutty, not gay, goth fashion designer."

His tank top, despite revealing all of his skinny arms and leaving him rather cold, showed only the tiniest amount of midriff; Hayley had demanded for him to wear a shirt that showed off at least half of his chest, and trousers which displayed most of his legs.

"I- I forgot about the photo!" He held up his forepaws in surrender and tried to explain, but Hayley grabbed him by the wrist to start tugging him closer to the bench. "Wait! L-look, I can go and buy some short shorts if you want! And I can cut this tank top up - it was cheap!"

By the time he'd finished pathetically begging, as Hayley put it, they'd reached the bench. The female otter forcefully shoved him to the concrete sidewalk and stomped a stiletto-clad footpaw dangerously close to his crotch. Lukas whimpered and gave Hayley free reign. The good thing was that she usually made it quite easy to give up control to her.

After watching the she-otter clamp both of Lukas's wrists to the bench, the male wolf of the couple shot up. "What the hell!?"

Then, the other completed his thought as soon as Hayley reached up under her dress to tug her panties down her legs: "You can't do that in public!"

Hayley turned on them - even though she wasn't yelling at him, Lukas still felt his ears defensively fold back. She knew how to be powerful. "You two were about to get it on in the middle of the park, so if you can, we can as well! Now go fuck in a bush instead you horny dogs!"

Sensing that this she-otter wasn't somefur they wanted to tangle with, the wolves dashed off down the path.

"Hayley!" Lukas barked in surprise. He was about to say more, but a single sharp glare from the she-otter shut him right up.

"What did you call me?"

"...Hayley... that's your name... isn't it?" He dreaded the idea of not only forgetting her name, but also calling her a completely wrong one.

"Mistress." Hayley corrected him. "Say it."

"...Mistress," he repeated, an extra-vivid blush coming to his cheeks before he'd finished saying the word. "Mistress." He shuffled about to get comfortable. Seeing Hayley's satisfied expression, he breathed a sigh of relief; he'd been terrified that she was going to be furious.

However, even though she wasn't mad, that didn't mean she would give him a break. Only allowing him a few seconds to get over the last shock, she darted down and tore his tank top in two, aided by the sharp claws of her fingers. Lukas managed a gasp before the same happened to his jeans with a little more effort, followed by his sandals being tugged off his feet - and then watched in horror as the she-otter bunched them up, lifted them over her head, and tossed them towards the lake a bit of a distance behind the bench. They landed in the shallows, but still quickly soaked up the water and sunk down.

Lukas blinked, mouth hanging open. It hadn't even registered yet that he should be embarrassed about being cuffed to a bench in nothing but his orange button-up boxers - with _pink and fluffy_handcuffs nonetheless. "My - clothes!"

"You're an otter, aren't you? You can swim and retrieve them later." Hayley took her phone out and gave her prey a wide smirk, before tapping her finger to the screen. A bright light shone into into his eyes, blinding him for a second.

"What filter do you want, Luke?" the she-otter inquired, playing with him as they drew a crowd - so far two people had stopped to watch, with Lukas yet to notice them. Hayley, however, was well aware of their audience, and fully intended to put on a performance for them. "And what about the caption? I'm thinking: 'Found my boy toy for the afternoon! He's a little tied up at the moment.' How does that sound?"

Lukas remained silent, clearly stunned by Hayley's practical 'joke.' In response, she chuckled at his open-mouthed expression.

"Right, okay. You might get some calls from furs looking to hook up with you over the next few days, now that that photo is out there. I made sure to put your phone number on it." Hayley winked before going right back to dominating the otter, mostly so that he didn't see the audience and panic.

As Lukas opened his mouth to speak, Hayley stepped forwards. She towered over the male otter as he knelt, easily managing to get her crotch directly above him with only a few inches between her and his muzzle. Judging by the way she kept her legs spread, she wanted him to look up, to see her fully on display for him. Once again he tried to speak to voice that he'd prefer to do this where they wouldn't be seen, truly still unaware that they had a crowd of two voyeurs, which was steadily growing. In fact, by the time Hayley had found a comfortable stance above him, this crowd had grown by another three.

"You know..." the she-otter began, cutting Lukas off before he could talk about his discomfort. "Picking up those lovely handcuffs you have on - which, by the way, look _great_on you - meant that I couldn't take a leak. And, seeing as how there are no toilets around here, and I don't want to go to the bathroom in a bush like a _fera_l... well, you're going to help me." Above him, she licked her lips. "Close your eyes and open your mouth!" Then she squatted down further, so that the distance between her pussy and Lukas's face was reduced by quite a bit.

Lukas opened his mouth (not to drink her piss as it came down, but rather to beg her to give him a second to prepare himself mentally) and the first few drops went right into his maw. He shut his eyes tight in response and, expecting a torrent, clamped his mouth shut as well, the sharp taste of the piss already spreading over his tongue. It came into contact with his lips and spattered out like water escaping a sprinkler across his face. Instantly, the strong, sharp and rank smell of piss wafted into his nose on top of the taste of what had managed to get into his mouth.

He was taken aback when he felt it wetting down the fur around his mouth, mostly because Hayley's urine carried a new, surprising scent. It was more potent than what he'd grown accustomed to, in both taste (as he'd soon learn) and scent. Not only that, but she kept the stream controlled and slow, solely to tease him. She dragged out the marking, only moving slightly to adjust where she soaked him: first across his mouth, then up his nose, in his hair and then back again to his mouth.

"Open wide," his mistress barked. As if hypnotized by her or perhaps by her musky, irresistible scent, Lukas obeyed and open his mouth as wide as possible, soon to be filled with her piss. It had a sharp and acidic taste to it - but found that he loved it. He greedily gulped it and even pushed himself up further to try to catch it sooner. Hayley, being the tease she was, prevented the otter from drinking his fill by moving down to his chest.

Lukas groaned, both disappointed that he'd been cut off so quickly as well as pleasure at feeling the warmth spread over his chest. The piss trickled down him, over his belly button and to the waistband of his boxers, some splashing over his arms and shoulder, but most flooding over his belly to be caught in his fur. Having eliminated his own natural scent, Lukas could smell the she-otter's mark on him. Hayley's flow came to end. She shook her hips to let the final few dribbles escape onto his face as a final treat.

"There." She chuckled and retrieved her phone from her bra to take a quick photo of Lukas's face, his fur tainted yellow with her piss. He heard the snap of a camera and opened his eyes - and then a blush came to his face at realizing what had just happened, and when he looked down to the concrete to hide this blush, he tried to play it off as if he was trying to keep the piss out of his eyes.

"Hey, Lukas," Hayley grunted, pushing her phone back to where she kept it. The she-otter reached under her dress with her forepaw, spread her pussy with two fingers, and got back into position over the Lukas's face, her skirt blinding him to the rest of the audience.

"Mhh!" Lukas cried out, his voice muffled. He could barely see underneath her dress, but looking up he could make out the shape of her pussy.

But, he knew what she wanted, and he knew what he himself wanted too.

Swallowing whatever doubt he had left, he pushed upwards until his nose pressed into her coarse silver pubic fur. He rubbed his nose into her pubic fur, inhaling the musk from the source, before hurrying to do his job. His tongue shot out across her pussy, licked all the way up to her clit, then dabbed at it, squeezing a sweet purr out of the she-otter.

"Good. Again!" she barked. Lukas's head darted back to where he started, repeating until he was used to how she smelt and until his chin had started to ache faintly. Her scent was musky and overwhelming, not at all helped by her pubic fur rubbing his nose - one _hell_of a tease. After a few licks, Lukas was so into it he didn't even notice the chatter coming from a few steps away - all that mattered was the heat pulsing down over his muzzle, the combined spice of piss and arousal spreading over his tongue, the soft, moist pair of lips that he dragged his tongue along...

That is, he didn't notice until Hayley informed him. "Not to scare you or anything," she began, "but we have a rather large audience."

Lukas stopped, halfway through a lap. He could have sworn that a single bead of sweat rolled off of his forehead as he waited, trying to figure out if Hayley was lying or not.

"Carry on, Lukas! Otherwise I'll throw you to them and see if you like being a service otter!"

He knew that Hayley was only joking, but she would probably come up with something nastier as the actual punishment. The otter resumed jabbing his tongue at her clit, only with a greater speed now.

Hayley bit her lower lip, really starting to get going. Lukas was good with his tongue; even without his forepaws he was good enough to get her to orgasm incredibly quickly. However, she wasn't about to give him an easy time. Her tail, long and thin, danced about between her legs before she moving to Lukas's crotch and rubbing across his underwear, tented up at the front.

Lukas groaned into her pussy, but continued as if his life depending on it. He did his best to endure as Hayley flicked her tail across his tent, causing him to throb and twitch under the piss-moistened fabric of his underwear. In seconds he was sporting more of a marquee than a tent. If not for his boxers, he knew that she would have gotten her tail deep into his tailhole to truly making him squeal.

"God..." Hayley huffed as she felt his tongue run over her clit, "If this keeps up, I promise to replace those handcuffs with a collar." He didn't get what she was suggesting. "And I'll buy a nice, thick dildo to peg you with as a thank you... how does that sound?"

If that wasn't a bargain, nothing was. Lukas made sure to do just about everything he could with his tongue, he pushing it into her pussy and licking around plenty of times.

The next few minutes were filled with grunted congratulations and moans from Lukas as Hayley toyed with him. She tried (and failed) to suppress a rather audible moan at the dexterity of his tongue. Lukas would have liked to add two fingers to complement his tongue's ministrations, but the handcuffs keeping him bound to the bench prevented that. His tongue had long since started to tire, so he moved on to just licking her lips and her clit rather than tongue-fucking her - who knew that pushing a tongue back and forth could be such tiring work?

Accompanied by a moan that could put a porn star to shame, an explosion of the same juices that had soaked through the fur of Lukas's muzzle squirted across his face. He carried on until Hayley's panting pinched off.

"Sorry, hun. Want more?" She chuckled again, pulling off of him as she rubbed her vagina with two fingers. Now that she'd stepped back, Lukas could see the crowd... and recognized a few furs from his university who were keeping their cameras trained on him. Normally, he would have begged to be released now that they'd been discovered, but something told him that Hayley was far from finished with him, and at the same time, some part of him wanted to see it through. After all, for giving her such a good orgasm, he imagined his reward was going to be the greatest thing on the planet.

Huffing, and praying that he wouldn't regret it later, Lukas answered with a stern voice. "Yes, mistress." In response to this, a smug grin spread across her face.

"Good. I wouldn't have let you go anyway!" She laughed. "Now then... I am rather thankful. It's been a good while since a guy has actually gotten me to come so quickly with his tongue, so I'm willing to give you a blowjob - assuming that you'll do one more thing for me."

"Anything, mistress!" Lukas blurted. What was the worst she could get him to do? She'd already tied him up and_pissed on him, in _public. "What do you want me to do, mistress?"

Silent, Hayley lifted her paw and took her panties off from around her ankle, where they had hung since the start. In one swift movement, she then dragged the lacey underwear over Lukas's chest, wetting them with her own piss, then shoved them over his face. She positioned them so that the wettest part was across his nose. The male otter inhaled deeply, bringing the staling scent of her mark into his nose; he preferred it when it was fresh and would have spoken up if not for the fact that he didn't want to be humiliated publicly by being drenched in a second half-liter of otter piss.

The thought was tempting, though-

"Wet yourself."

Lukas looked up at her with nervous eyes. He knew Hayley rather well; he knew that she didn't go back on her decisions and knew that she hardly made jokes like that, but just in case, he waited for a moment to see if she would laugh and tell him that it was indeed a joke. She didn't.

Knowing he had no other choice, he shuffled about awkwardly on the concrete, legs spread apart and breath low and steady. He had been ordered to wet himself before, to which he'd given a smile, a tense of his cock and a sigh of relief as warm, 'pleasant' smelling piss soaked through his underwear - however, now that he was being watched by strangers, he found it difficult to release his flow. He grunted in disappointment as he tensed his cock, still half-hard, but knowing that he was being observed by so many furs had unnerved him into starting to go soft. This wasn't so much of a bad thing consider that it was incredibly difficult to pee whilst he was hard.

"Go on, Lukas. You can do it." Hayley egged, watching the otter's underwear closely to see the wetness spread out. Lukas scrunched up his eyes, tensed, scrunched his fists up into balls and...

...sighed in relief, his eyes rolling back in his head as his piss poured out into his underwear. Hayley gave a Cheshire cat smile and watched as Lukas's underwear dampened, the color turning dirty. He had finished in less than a minute. The moment he'd emptied his bladder, he felt his piss-logged underwear (now soaked thoroughly and cloying, yet warm) stick to his body.

Hayley applauded the otter as she knelt down in front of him. She unbuttoned the underwear, creating a parting in the middle, and then with two fingers she reached in and moved his dripping cock so that it hung out of the opening. She refused to waste time waiting for Lukas to get hard and brought herself down to his penis before he could question her. Lukas was still soft, giving her the perfect opportunity to tease him.

Holding his cock with one forepaw, she licked at his overhang with her tongue. Lukas tried to subtly push forwards and suggest that he wanted more than just his overhang licked, but Hayley chuckled at his attempts. The male gradually became hard under her suckling, his foreskin retreating slowly along his glans. He reached full-mast in just under record time, an impressive feat considering that he was red-faced and fully aware that he was being observed.

A moan worked its way out of his lips as Hayley ran her tongue all over the head of his cock, cleaning it of fresh piss. Two more licks following the same route saw it free of his musk as well, then three more on top of that had him half-curled over in panting. Hayley understood everything his body said, his twitching, his tongue lolling out of his maw, the pre he oozed and his eyes rolling back - he was already close to an orgasm, doubtless worked up to that point by the forced service she had put him to between her legs.

Disappointed, as she'd wanted to tease and play with him for at least another fifteen minutes, Hayley rolled Lukas's foreskin back as far as she could, then fondled it. She moved it about, twisting it lightly with her fingers before pushing it all the way back until more of his member was revealed. The she-otter mopped up the piss that it had trapped and gave Lukas a few teasing squeezes on his engorged member. In response, he let out a whined groan and twitched between her fingers; Hayley decided she'd paid enough attention to the otter's cockhead and not enough to the rest of his special parts.

After hastily freeing Lukas's balls from his underwear, Hayley took one of the otter's small, furry orbs into her mouth and sucked it dry of his piss. It tasted sweet and sickly in her mouth, the scent empowering the tang. Finished with that one, she then repeated the process on the other, then sat back for a moment to observe her helpless prey. There was something beautiful about Lukas at that moment - maybe it was the horrified look that came to his eye when he saw the crowd. Then again, Hayley knew that most of Lukas's terror was feigned: he was loving every moment of this. Sure, he claimed he wasn't an exhibitionist, and would have preferred to be dominated indoors or out of sight, but the tiny amounts of fear he felt came from the rush and risk of being arrested.

The male otter watched as his mistress wrapped one forepaw behind his balls and lifted them slightly. He twitched as Hayley ran her tongue over his balls, teasing him further. If she had continued to suck his cock, he would have blown his load already - part of him hated that it was dragging on for longer, but another part of him cried for her to go slower and nudge him into a powerful orgasm that would cripple him for a minutes.

His toes curled as her tongue flicked away from him, brushing over the bottom of his sensitive cock. With her other forepaw, Hayley pushed him back against the bench roughly and gave a growl that commanded him to remain still. Out of fear of being denied an orgasm, Lukas obeyed and tipped his head back in anticipation as he submitted all control of the situation to her.

Next on Hayley's hit list was his shaft. Being average length and girth, it would be no challenge for her to swallow him, but where was the fun in doing it the vanilla way? She could lick him, lap at him, curl her tongue around him and do plenty more cruel pleasurable things... going from base to tip, Hayley pushed her tongue strongly against Lukas's cock; he tensed and it jerked back each time he felt the wetness.

"Gah..." Lukas moaned, "Can..." It was hard for him to speak, mostly because Hayley was now gripping his cock roughly in one tight forepaw. "Can we hurry this along?"

"Where are you manners?" Hayley glared at up at him.

"...Please?" he added with a whimper.

"And?"

The male otter remained silent for a moment, unsure what to reply with.

Then: "...Mistress," Hayley growled, reminding him.

"Please can we hurry this up, mistress!" Lukas corrected himself, this time around adding desperation as well as words. "I - have school stuff to do."

"If it's a lecture or a class ,your friends can give you the notes. If it's homework, you can do it tonight. If it's a test, you can climb under you professor's desk and convince them to give you a good grade regardless, as I know you've done before. Do you understand that you're not leaving until I say you are?"

He swallowed and gritted his teeth. "...Yes, ma'am."

"Good. Heed me, Lukas: if you whine once more I'll see to it that we do this on live television instead." As unbelievable as it sounded, Lukas knew that she wasn't joking: she probably had a few friends in high places that could cause a station to... accidentally air a live feed of their sexual explorations. He didn't even want to think about the fallout that would cause for him.

Hayley gave Lukas's shaft a few more kisses before she decided to fully expose the otter's body; the smell of otter piss was getting old anyway. She tugged off his underwear, causing him to yelp in surprise. Rather than throwing them in the lake, tearing them in half, or shoving them on her victim as if he were a drying rack or a coat hanger, she instead stood and turned to her audience.

"Anyfur want these? They're free."

She started to laugh, but stopped out of astonishment when a hyena with a beer gut raised his paw. Lukas watched in horror as the hyena who'd oogled him took them away, sniffing them - and then the otter felt relieved that he hadn't chosen to wear his favorite pair today. Now that they were out of the picture, Hayley had complete access to the otter's body, as did the cameras and onlookers. Whereas Lukas's lighter chest furs were tainted yellow, those around his crotch were stained yellow. A strong scent of otter piss, smelling as if it had just left his bladder, filled the air. This was no surprise as Lukas had been holding his bladder in since this morning.

Unlike the watchers, Hayley didn't just stand and stare fondling herself: she resumed her position on her knees in front of him, got her muzzle back between his legs, and slipped his cock (which was still rock hard) into her maw. Lukas's tail spasmed suddenly as her mouth clasped around his member. He watched with dread, knowing that the sudden movement had given Hayley an idea.

She re-positioned him with her forepaws and pushed him down into a deeper sitting position, so that the bench dug into his shoulder blades and his ass was exposed, his pucker blinking at her. Her long tail, which had previously been resting behind, moved to caress the revealed tailhole, which had gone untouched for long enough in Hayley's opinion.

"Have you touched yourself later?" She asked, taking a moment away from sucking him to focus on worming her tail inside of him.

"No, mistress."

"Has anything been up there?"

"Not even a finger," Lukas lied. He'd been finger-fucking himself in the toilets for a good few minutes before heading out.

Hayley stabbed at him with her tail, darting an inch or two inside of him. "I don't like liars," she growled, forcing more up into him.

"H-how did you know?" He tensed, trying to ignore the slight pain he felt; without the two packets of lube he'd used a half hour ago, he would have felt much more.

"You just told me." Hayley smirked. Lukas cursed himself; he probably should have seen that coming. "Don't worry though... I don't enjoy breaking my toys." She continued pushing her tail into Lukas until she'd gotten at least six inches in, all the while making sure to avoid his prostate.

Electricity ran through Lukas's body as Hayley slowly dragged her tail out, then pushed it back in at the same excruciating speed. When she'd gotten the six inches back into him again, she pulled it back and leaned forwards to continue her blowjob, that damn tail of hers long enough to do this in her position. This time, she was much more relentless, but still avoided Lukas's more sensitive spots.

She bobbed her head forwards all the way, taking in all of his cock before she withdrew and did so again. Her forepaws held Lukas's thighs up, so that he couldn't escape her tail or her maw by twisting. A dirty idea came to her, and she pushed the otter up further; he gasped as he felt himself lifted up a little. Hayley's tail quickly left him, soon to be replaced by her tongue slapping against his stretched-out tailhole. She slathered it with her spittle and curled her tongue up to get at the inside of his rim. However, before he could get off to the feeling he was back down in the position she'd had him in a few moments ago.

Without a second long break, Hayley's tail shot back into Lukas' tailhole and her paw clasped around his cock again. The change this time was that she wasn't at all slow or mercifully about tail fucking him. It was in and out like a cat burglar - in, out, in, out, in, out... her tail moved like a fencer's sword: thrust, twist, withdraw, thrust, twist, withdraw, deep thrust...

Lukas gave a squeal of ecstasy as Hayley's tail went much deeper than before, striking across his prostate then back. Then again and again and again... she did so with such speed, Lukas slipped into a state of bliss and everything apart from Hayley vaporized in his mind. He felt as if he were floating when she finally tipped him over the edge. Or at least, he thought that she'd put him in the edge.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Lukas heard Hayley holler as he bucked his hips forwards into what he thought was her awaiting maw. He opened his eyes to see that he was thrusting at air and than what he'd thought to be his cum shot was only a particularly voluminous jet of pre, a warning that he was going to blow his load imminently. He tried to force himself into an orgasm by waving his member about, but to no avail.

She continued: "Should I let Lukas here come? Or should I leave him to fantasize?" In answer, an unintelligible roar erupted from the crowd - so Hayley did what she wanted; it wasn't as if she would have listened to the crowd anyway. Anyfur who wanted to oppose her decision could try, but they'd probably find themselves tied up in a similar situation to Lukas. Throughout her short speech, Lukas had been trying to force himself to go flaccid, also to no avail. Nothing he could think of turned him off - not even the thought of being thrown in prison!

Her stilettos clopped on the ground as she walked closer to the otter. She leaned down, after stomping her heel just in front of Lukas's dick, and took him again in her forepaw. He managed to twitch once before she pumped him for his seed. It burst free with a howl from the male otter just a few seconds after she'd said it. It shot back against his chest, splattering over his furs. Some went as high as his muzzle, whereas the last few squirts dribbled across his member. Hayley released the otter's member and bowed to her audience.

"Thank you for attending our... public performance." She smirked as some of the crowd dispersed, the rest staying behind to take pictures.

Lukas leaned back, forgetting about where he was due to his afterglow and the thrill of blowing his load. Hayley unlocked one of Lukas's cuffs and retrieved it before adjusting her dress to appear more presentable. She stepped back from the otter, then dropped the key relatively close to him.

"You dropped something on accident, mistress." Lukas responded with a smirk.

"No, I didn't."

"Yes you did, it's right there." Lukas frowned in confusion - she had blatantly dropped a key; the entire park must have heard the clatter as it hit the ground!

"I didn't drop it on accident," Hayley corrected him. "You need to get it yourself if you want your freedom." The she-otter turned away from him. "I expect you at my apartment at five tonight in formal attire. We're going out for a meal. I'll also want my underwear, the key, and handcuffs back. Don't be late or else you'll learn the definition of punishment."

Lukas watched, stunned, as she then walked away.

"But what about the police? I could be arrested!" he cried to her back. Hayley laughed and dismissed him with a wave.

"You'd better hope they're gay and horny then!"

Lukas quickly tried to fish for the key with his paw, but found it was out of his reach. He was at everyfur's mercy. Luckily for him, though, the hyena from earlier who had stolen his underwear stepped forwards to help the otter, as well as himself.