Bare Under Beaver: My First Raw Surrender to Fur Lust
I stood at the agency door, heart slamming against my ribs like a trapped animal. Naked under the heavy beaver coat, every step from my car had been torture. Wind teasing the hem, fear of exposure twisting my gut. No turning back now. Claire’s text burned in my mind—’finish what we started.’ My cock throbbed, already leaking against the satin lining.
The gate swung open. There was Diane Keller, zibeline draped over her curves. ‘Bonjour, young man.’ Her eyes lingered on my fur. Crimson heat flooded my face. She complimented the coat, vanished into the street. Inside, Claire waited. Fiery hair loose, same tight skirt hugging her ass. She yanked me in, slammed the door, crushed her sloppy tongue into my mouth. Fingers dove under the beaver, gripped my rock-hard shaft. She ground her soaked pussy on my fur-clad thigh. ‘My cunt’s on fire since yesterday. Fuck me like the bitch I am.’
The Approach: Pulse-Racing Anticipation
Nerves exploded into hunger. I spun her, pinned her back to my chest. Heavy tits filled my palms through fox fur. She arched, shoved my hand between her thighs. Slick heat welcomed me, same wet promise from before. Console ahead. She bent, flipped fur aside, bared her dripping slit. Tasted herself, eyes locked. ‘I’m ready.’ My heart roared. First time bare like this, fur whispering secrets to my skin.
Gland nudged her folds. She sucked me in, greedy. I thrust savage, hips slapping. Grabbed those swinging udders, pinched rock-hard nipples. She clawed the console, shattered knick-knacks flying. ‘Cum deep, fill your slut!’ Tension coiled, balls tightening. I erupted, hot ropes painting her depths. She quaked, milking every drop.
The Instant: Brutal Explosion of Flesh and Fur
Juices trickled down her thighs. She hopped up, legs splayed wide. ‘Clean your mess, boy.’ Hair in fists, she forced my face to her cum-glazed pussy. Salty tang of my load mixed with her nectar. Tongue delved, lapped furiously. She bucked, second orgasm ripping through her, thighs clamping my ears.
We melted into fur-wrapped embrace. Soft strokes, scents mingling—perfume, musk, satisfaction. Innocence? Shattered. This was the pivot, fur fetish igniting my core. No more vanilla shadows. Buzzer shattered the haze. Next client. She buttoned us up, kissed my spent cock, led me out. Gate clicked. I walked away changed, cock stirring anew under beaver’s caress. The trace lingered—addiction born, horizons cracked wide.
