I spoke quietly. I didn't know how he was going to react. "I can't get my cock out with my hands tied." "Why? Can't find it?" I am of average size so the comment less an insult than his attempt to keep me in line. I watched as a hand reached around, opened my zipper, and reached inside. The hand took hold of me and tugged it out. It was a tense situation but that didn't stop my cock starting to firm in this strange hand. "You like getting jacked off don't you?" The fist pumped up and down the shaft of my cock as the other man's breath heated the back of my neck. The tenseness of the situation, and the need to urinate made it difficult for me to give in to the feeling he was giving me. But finally the intensity of the good emotions building in my group overtook the situation and I shot my load all over the porcelain white furniture in front of me. Right behind the semen, my urine rained into the toilet. A quick shake and tuck and I was good as new. The thin man had me back in the chair, with my hands taped to each arm before he walked out of the room. Another short mumbled conversation and I was left unattended. Sometimes though the night, I fell asleep. In the morning my stiff neck and aching back woke me up. I could hear snoring in one corner. The thin man was laying on a steel-framed bunk. Nothing on but oversized jean shorts covered his tanned body. His chest was bare except for rings of sparse hair around each areola. I sat there watching his chest rise and fall as he slept. They are filthy in bed ... especially the married ones, ya know?" I stand spellbound watching her biting her lip, and both of them moaning melodiously. Other times, we wouldn't comment about why we took a long shower. I asked, confused but less confrontational. and when I count to three, if possible . . . Jake started moaning really loudly and said he was gonna cum. SMACK! As she looked down between her legs at the cum, still dripping out of her gaping hole, she heard the door suddenly open. “Do you think I have sexy tits, Krystal?” she asked. I didn’t really think about people looking up the skirt part of my dress, that is not until we were about to go up some steps when daddy said, Aiden, just keep working on what I’ve taught you, alright?” "What, Rose, you look skeptical?" I heard some shuffling and then heard Molly clear her throat. I moved my hand to her hip then tugged gently to get her even closer.
Well, that’s complicated. I will answer that question first with the what. Again, I am a Furrier who happens to be in the prey section, a subservient one I might add. Because of that, my family moved away from the empire to the planet Earth. Unfortunately, moving here caused some issues. The first issue is me or rather my type of breed. While my kind stands upright and we have genitals of complimentary of humans, besides my breasts that is where the proverbial line is drawn in what the Furriers can be compared to humans. My face is that of a deer, though my snout isn’t as big as one of Earth’s animal ones. I have big doe eyes with ears that point up at the top of my head. Being that I am not a male, I don’t have ears, but do have around a b-cup of breasts. Even though I am around 5’7”, I am petite in my frame. Legs are digitigrade. Now my fur is of two colors. My front is white from my navel all the way up to the tip of the bottom of my snout. I am covered in a light brown fur. All of this and a nice little doe tail at the base of my back. Now that we know what I am. I suppose its time to tell you who I am. First I need to take my clothes off. That is accomplished quickly as lately, I’ve been only wearing panties and a bra. See I have to. My type is well hunted for our abnormalities. Protection is always needed and for me, that protection happened to be a stun gun. It also happened to be my hunting weapon. At the equivalent of twenty-three Earth years, I was the epitome of prime for my kind and earthlings. Tight, pert and horny, should have been all for me. But it wasn’t. Instead, I had a fourth problem plaguing me. The Crystal was making my orgasm build in slow motion as Jake worked on my cock within his hot mouth, moving and puckering his lips up and down and around the underside, licking the bottom of the shaft at the same time the back of his skilled tongue pushed in circles against “V” beneath my cock head. “ Only you can,” Arbitrus grinned again, “as Passion well-knew. They rolled over her like a tsunami, each slam I made triggering another climax, as if my penis were a firing pin and her body was a machine gun. “Hey Tanya,” I heard Carrie say, “was that good or was that good?” "I did not have a television or computer back in Sri Lanka. Scarlett held my head, her fingers enmeshed in my hair, as our tongues dueled in our lust. What in the name of Hades? I glanced at Ava. This kiss of his was just unbelievable!! And all the buttons were undone except two which just about covered his genitals. “I’m sorry.” she said, a sentiment that sounded like it took a great effort to say. I raised myself from her body and took her legs on my shoulder for more penetration and control. It’s usually great.” With that he pulled away from the curb. In an ideal world, I’d install a class 0.8 to give myself a top speed of 20% faster than lightspeed, but I’d have settled for class 1.0. And, of course, every pilot’s dream was a class 0.5 hyperdrive, but nowadays, those are impossible to find. <
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