Chapter by Dax
It had been only one week since Humphrey had signed the papers he got from Carney Weathers, showed his wife the house, and now, they were already getting ready to move in. Oh, the plans they had for their wonderful new home. First, a room to be selected for the baby, then an office for Humphrey to work in, and finally, a nice spot in the back yard to put a pool.
But their plans were soon put on hold. A knock at their front door brought Humphrey to a halt.
"Kate, could you answer the door, please?" he called to Kate from the living room.
When Kate opened the door, there stood a well dressed wolf, bearing a smile on his face.
"Hello, I am here to inform you that you and your husband are invited to masquerade party held at the Sterling and O'Brian home."
"A party?" Kate asked, somewhat excited to hear about this.
"Yes, Mrs. Chambers," the wolf replied, "The party is tomorrow at 5:30 pm, which will be followed by a book signing and auction, all proceeds go to the charity of your choice."
And with that, the wolf left.
It didn't take long for word to spread about the masquerade party being held, people were rushing around fining the right outfits to wear, while some just felt like wearing a mask. But down at the local hokey stadium, Cain sat on a wooden bench, enjoying the view of a few sexy looking girls who were skating. Cain looked at his cell phone and began to scan Google news, hoping to see his name, but no!
He saw something even better.
"Hey, Joey! Get over here," he called to his main man, a tall buy scrawny fox, whose ruffled and dirty red fur gave him a mangy appearance.
"Want an Ipod or Gameboy I stole?" he asked, offering the stolen goods to Cain.
"You want to knock it off, Joey?" Cain was really annoyed with Joey's nickel-and-dime thefts.
"But these are great collector items," Joey said.
"Never mind that!" Cain snapped.
"We gotta face facts. We don't have the tools to pull off a big robbery. Your banks, your jewelry stores..."
"Your art museums," Joey added.
"Exactly," Cain said with a frown.
"So what we need is stuff we can sell for cash."
"How about hotels?" Joey said, snatching a young girl's purse from her as she skated by.
"Tourists carry lost of goods and cash."
The dark wolf shook his head.
"With our luck we would be holding up a guy who has nothing but traveler checks," Cain said, pulling up Google news on his phone.
"I got a better idea."
He turned the phone and showed Joey what he had found.
"A masquerade charity party!" Joey gasped.
"That's perfect, boss!"
Cain laughed and his red eyes narrowed at the images of the things being auctioned off.
"There is nobody stupid enough to knock off a charity masquerade party in this city."
"Oh, yes there is," Joey grinned back.
"Us."
Meanwhile, at Aldan house,Rachel was in her and Able's bed room, talking on the phone to her office while she laid out her masquerade dress for the party. Oh, how she loved parties that required something beautiful to wear. After all, she was a clothes designer and worked in the fashion business designing elegant evening wear, as well as "naughty lingerie."
"No, I'm sure that Victoria Secrets will love my new bra and panties design," Rachel said to her contact on the phone, "I'm not changing my mind on this deal."
At that Matt ran into the room. He knew his mother hated to be interrupted while she was on the phone, but he wanted her opinion on his outfit to wear for the party.
"Batman or Captain Atom?" he asked, "Which one would look better on me?"
"Shush," Rachel said, then to the phone she said, "No, red, not white. Red seems to catch the eye of younger men.
"Mom, please..." Matt begged tugging at her shirt, "Which superhero should I be?"
Rachel put her hand over the phone.
"Batman."
In the middle of this, Able walked into the room wearing his beast Police chief uniform.
"Rachel?" he said, "Should I take my gun with me to the party?"
"Take it!" she snapped at him, "And I wish everyone would stop interrupting me when I am on the phone."
"Sorry," Able replied, somewhat hurt by his wife's sudden attitude.
"Dad?" Matt asked him softly, "Batman or Captain Atom?"
"Batman," Able said with a smile, then turned to look into the hallway.
"Also, go pick up your Micromachines. I stepped on one and nearly broke my neck."
"Ok," Matt pouted, and went to clean up his toys.
And just across the street from Aldan family, Elsa Larsen placed the receiver back down onto the handset and smiled broadly to herself. The customer had been tough to win around but her charm never failed, and sure enough she had just earned herself yet another fat amount of extra bonuses because of that deal.
Leaning back in her chair she let herself relax with her hands on folded on her stomach and smiled down at the phone on her desk.
As she smiled triumphantly at the phone she heard a gentle knock on the door.
"Enter." She called, and with one final smile of triumph at the phone she looked up and saw Faith Olsen, her receptionist and loving wife, walk in while holding a file in her hands.
"This came for you from the head office Elsa," Faith said with a friendly voice.
"Ah forget it for now," She said with a smile as she stood up and smoothed her business suit. "It can wait till Monday. Now, you and Roy better get ready, it's the masquerade party this weekend."
Faith smiled back at her and stopped walking towards the table.
"You know," Faith smiled, unbuttoning her blouse, "it's been some time since we've had a good fuck here in the office."
With that, the peach furred wolf drop her blouse on the floor and groped her huge d-cup breasts.
Elsa blushed.
"Faith, not here. What if the neighbors see us?"
"Yeah, but hey, what's life if you don't take risks?" She replied with a smile of her own and she walked over to Elas. "And besides, I can get away with anything when the neighbors are just as big as perverts as we are."
And with that she gave her most innocent look and they both embraced each other, kissing the other with as much passion.
But then Elsa stopped kissing her wife.
"Come on then before we're caught," she said as she walked out of the office, "Our son will be home soon from school."
"But until then, we have the house to ourselves," Faith replied, closing the blinds and pushing Elsa on the floor.
"We can have a quick fuck, shower, then get ready for the party when Roy gets home."
"Oh, I love you, Faith," Elsa sighed giving in to her wife's desires for sex.
"And I love you too, Elsa," Faith smiled, before assaulting Elsa with kisses.
One hour later…
Roy Larsen stepped off the bus holding his bag on his shoulder and slowly walked up the driveway to his house, all the while thinking about the latest math tests he was going to have to retake. The usually straight A High School senior couldn't believe how bad his last grades were, but still, it was nothing he had to worry about. Smiling to himself, he walked up the twisting driveway feeling the warm, gentle breeze.
As he reached the top he noticed both his mom and step-mom's cars were in front of the garage.
Guess they're both home, he thought.
When he entered the house, he went straight to the kitchen to get himself a drink and sure enough there they were, Faith Olsen and Elsa Larsen, his mom and step-mom.
His step-mom was sitting reading the sports section of the newspaper at the large wooden kitchen table, dressed in her usual shirt, pants and high heel shoes, and his mother was leaning against the counter with her arms folded, drinking some orange juice and talking to Sweets on the phone.
"Hey mom, hey mama." He said to Elsa and Faith respectively as he threw his bag under the kitchen table and went straight to the fridge.
"Hello sweetie" His mother replied back, briefly pulling herself away from her phone.
"Hey Bud," His step-mom answered without taking her eyes from the paper. She never did when it was the sports pages; she was completely oblivious to everything when anything to do with sort was in front of her face. Even if someone told her he had won the lottery she wouldn't register it.
Elsa smiled as she ended her call with Sweets.
"So how did school go today?" His mom asked.
"Yeah it was cool. We won the match again without even having to try really, there's no other school good enough around here to beat us," He answered back to her whilst reaching to bring out some orange juice and pour it into a glass.
"We could do with some better competition."
"There is never gonna be any competition for our boy," Faith said, folding the paper down in front of her and reaching for her glass of wine. Obviously she had finished the sports section.
Roy just laughed as he put the carton of orange juice back in to the fridge and gulped the juice down.
"Have you got practice tonight?" His step-mom asked him, leaning back in the chair.
"Na, it's canceled tonight. Coach said it's good for us to have fun as well as to train hard," Roy answered and walked over to the dishwasher to rid himself of the empty glass.
"Well, Coach Harlan is the best there is and he knows what he's talking about, so you take his advice Tommy and you'll go far." Faith told him enthusiastically.
"So what are you up to then tonight?" Elsa asked Roy.
He leaned against the counter opposite his mother, "I dunno yet, everybody's going out tonight and they're all busy so I'll probably stay in. What you two up to tonight?"
"Nothing tonight, but tomorrow night will be grand," Elsa smiled.
Roy cocked his head.
"How so?" he asked his mother.
"We've been invited to a masquerade party at Dax and Sam's" His mom said. Just then, Faith received a text from someone, and from the look on her face it wasn't good news.
"Ah babe, I can't make it tomorrow, I got a text from my uncle saying that my mother fell and broke her hip. So, I am going to spend a few days with her." Faith said, trying not to look at her wife.
"I understand, but at least I have Roy to accompany me to the party," Elsa said.
"I'm game," He said and a big smile lit up her face and she walked over and gave him a big hug, then she turned to walk out of the kitchen so she could go and get her party dress ready.
Later that night...
At the Quillson home, Floyd was sitting on the couch, polishing his new shoes, when his adopted daughter Daria came out of the bathroom crying. Her purple bath robe was a little damp, because Darria didn't dry off. It didn't take much for Floyd to know that Daria had been dumped by her boyfriend. She had told him that she and her boyfriend were having troubles, but he never thought it was this bad. Feeling bad for Daria, Floyd put down his shoes and asked, "How bad is it?"
Daria, with tears in her eyes turned to her father. "He's cheating on me!" she sobbed. "I was talking with him on the phone and I heard some other girl in the background. When I asked him, he told me he didn't need a blind girlfriend, but one who could see." The tears started running down her cheeks.
Floyd felt nothing but anger. "Daria, the guy was a prick. If I wasn't your father, I would love you and do everything I could to make you happy." he told her, pulling his daughter into his arms. Daria seemed to calm down little by her father's words.
"Do you mean it, dad?" she asked.
Floyd smiled. "Yes. Just to make you happy, I would do anything for you."
"Even make love to me?" she asked, hoping he would not be angry at such a taboo question.
Floyd pulled away. He looked at her, admiring her beautiful figure, her fair sized breasts, and her cute ass. As wrong as it was, something in him told him to say, "Yes."
Daria sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. It was now clear to her, she had a crush on her father, and he had a crush on her. Otherwise, he would have said no. Daria felt her nipples harden, felt her pussy become moist with desire and she inhaled sharply.
"Am I beautiful?" she asked, venturing into the water.
"You're a beautiful woman." Floyd replied, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"And what about my legs?" she said, venturing a little further. "I bet you would like to rub your cock on my thighs."
Daria could hear Floyd inhale sharply at her last statement. His brow arched when he glanced at her, then at her legs. The hem of the robe was a couple of inches above her knees and the young woman wondered if she had gone too far. Yet he just nodded and smiled at her. Daria steeled herself and shifted around a little so that the robe was forced a little higher on her legs.
"Do you like soft legs, daddy?" she asked softly.
Floyd quickly shook his head. What was wrong with him. Even if he had a crush on his adopted daughter, it was still very wrong that he was going down this path with her. He had to stop or he would surely fall to temptation. "I'm not sure we should be talking like this," he said nervously.
"No one will know," Daria countered.
"Yes, but…well, it's wrong."
Daria frowned. She wanted a cock so bad that she had gone beyond proper decorum just to get Floyd's cock in her wet, cock-hungry pussy. She didn't feel ashamed of herself and one or another, she was going to seduce her father. She had to have him. The young woman turned to one side so that her left side leaned against the back of the sofa. Without a word, she settled her feet on his lap.
"Feel how soft my legs are?" she said.
"I…Daria…" In spite of the fact that he was apparently aroused by his daughter, Floyd touched Daria's calves with hands that trembled.
"Do you like my legs?"
"Yes…of course…" His voice was low and husky.
"Feel my thighs," she said softly, her hands moving lower as his hands moved toward her thighs. She pulled on the robe until the hem was just below her sopping wet pussy. "Feel how soft they are."
Floyd swallowed hard and looked into his daughter's eyes. Even though they were blind, there was lust in them. "I shouldn't be doing this, Daria."
"No one has to know," she reasoned in a low, soft voice.
"So be it," he whispered.
Daria as he slowly slid a hand along one soft inner thigh, then back down to her calf. Back and forth his hand caressed her legs, her thighs and calves, while the other gently massaged her sexy, petite feet. His hands felt good and the taboo part of what they were doing only heightened the pleasure that coursed madly throughout her. Knowing that she had just seduced him, something she'd never done before, stoked the fire in her burning pussy.
"Dad…" She waited for a moment after she got his attention and their eyes were locked together. Then she reiterated: "No one has to know about this. It's just you and me."
Slowly, with her eyes still on him, she shrugged out of the robe. Floyd's eyes widened and raked her naked body with an intense gaze that left her breathless. For her part, she felt slutty for lying naked while her father drank in the sexy beauty of her body. It was a feeling that Daria suddenly realized she liked. She raised her left leg and settled it onto the sofa back and shifted the other to one side so that her legs were spread wide, fully exposing her pussy to him.
In a small, tremulous voice, she said, "I offer my pussy to you, daddy. Do you like it?"
"I love your pussy, Daria!" he husked.
"Eat me, daddy! Eat my pussy!"
Daria was beyond self-control, lost to her own lust for her dad. She felt her body burn with lust as he crawled between her widespread legs and began to lick her thighs. His tongue felt good as it bathed her soft skin, sending tiny electric jolts deep into her tummy. She combed her long fingers through his dark, wavy quills and reveled in the pure desire that overwhelmed her senses. It was crazy doing what she was doing but Daria couldn't have stopped if she had wanted to.
"Oh, yes, that feels so good, daddy."
Floyd's tongue slid easily up along her wet slit and over her sex-swollen clit. She arched her back and pulled his face tighter against her pussy. His tongue began to probe her, tease her clit and bathe her puffy mound with exhilarating excitement. Small gasps of pleasure came from her mouth and she began to babble as the intensity of her father's tongue continued to heighten her pleasure.
Daria began rocking her hips slowly, humping her father's mouth with her drenched cunt. Her head twisted from side to side in frenzied passion as she bit her bottom lip. It was so good! Her sexy, handsome father was eating her pussy! She couldn't get enough of his fiery tongue!
"Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" she cried out. "Sooooo fucking good, daddy! Do you like eating my pussy?"
"Oh, yeah, baby!" Floyd replied in a husky voice. "I love your pussy! I could eat it all night!"
"Yesssss! Eat me all night! But don't forget to fuck me with that big dick you probably have right now!" Daria cried.
Floyd nearly lost control of himself once her heard what Daria wanted from him. He knew she was a virgin, and that would mean he would have the pleasure of being her first. "You are one incredible young lady," he grinned. "How about a kiss first, before we fuck?"
"I want you to kiss me," she said softly.
"As you wish," he smiled.
Floyd pulled her gently into his arms and pressed his lips to hers. Daria's mouth opened instantly and she uttered a tiny whimper of delight when his tongue slipped between her parted lips. They kissed long and deep, their tongues exploring each other's mouth with an ardent excitement. The two lovers touched and caressed each other and Floyd relished the feel of the young woman's soft body under his hands.
Daria's hands began undressing him, moving frantically as she worked the buttons on his shirt. Floyd kicked off his shoes, removed his socks and helped his daughter take off his slacks and underwear. When he was finally undressed, Daria lay back on the sofa and wished that she wasn't blind, because she wanted to look at his naked body. Lean and hard and bronze, his chest covered with a thick mat of black quills. She closed her eyes and moaned softly at the feeling of his cock. It was big and fat, just like she could imagine.
"Fuck me!" she hissed. "Stick your big dick in me!"
"Are you sure?" he asked. "You're a virgin and not on the pill and I…"
"Don't have a condom? Good." she said. "I need you in me! I want to feel your cock explode deep inside of me and fill me with your seed!"
"Oh, baby…"
Floyd moved between Daria's widespread legs and positioned the fat head of his cock against her wet pussy lips. Slowly, teasingly, he moved the head up and down between her wet slit to lubricate it and, with his eyes on Daria, he pushed his cock deep inside of her in one swift, hard thrust. She gasped and cried out with pleasure. Floyd mashed his mouth to Daria's and kissed her hard and deep. Her long legs went around his waist while he began rocking his hips, sending his cock in and out of her pussy. Her arms went around his neck, her hands caressing his back while she willingly accepted his cock inside of her.
"I'm gonna cum in you, Daria!" he growled with a husky voice.
"Yes! Fill me with your hot cum!"
Floyd gave her a final warning. "If I do that, then I'm gonna make you pregnant! I'm gonna make a baby in you! Is this something you really want?"
"I don't care if I give you a baby daddy, I want us to be one!" Daria moaned.
Floyd couldn't believe he had just told his daughter that he was going to make her pregnant. The forbidden act of lust he was engaging in with her and the notion that she wanted his baby in her was exciting. He groaned with the incredible velvet-soft feeling of her pussy encasing his hard, throbbing cock. It felt good. The guilty feelings he'd had earlier were gone. All he wanted to do was fuck this sexy desirable creature.
"You want to see my tummy big with your baby?"
"Oh, yeah!"
"I like talking dirty to you," she husked. "I like having you fuck my cunt even more!"
"I like fucking my slutty daughter!"
"Yesssss! I want to be your slut!"
"You are my slut, Daria!" he exclaimed as he chewed her bottom lip. "From now, you and your sister are gonna be my little slutty baby machines!"
"Oh, daddyyyyy!" she cried out. "Fuck me hard with your big daddy-dick!"
Floyd began to pound his daughter's pussy hard and fast. His balls slapped her ass each time he sent his cock deep inside of her. She squealed with delight, raked her long nails across his back and thrust her pussy up hard against his pounding meat. They writhed and bucked together, grunted and gasped with white-hot pleasure as they clung tightly together.
Before long Floyd felt the familiar tingle that told him he was about to cum. He wanted to slow down, hold off awhile longer and enjoy the feeling of his sweet little daughter's pussy longer. But he couldn't. He continued to slam his cock into her with long, hard, fast thrusts that brought grunts of pure delight from Daria's sexy lips.
"I'm gonna cum soon, baby!"
"Yes! Cum in me! I want to feel your seed shooting in me, making me pregnant!"
Floyd thrust twice more into Daria's wet fuck hole, then stiffened as his cock exploded. He grunted, loud and harsh, as his balls began to empty into her pussy. He pulled it out, then slammed it back in and held it deep inside for a moment, then pulled out and slammed back inside. Daria screamed and pressed her cunt up hard against him as she began to cum. Floyd trembled with the desire and passion of his orgasm and fucked with half a dozen hard, deep thrusts before he collapsed on top of her.
They lay panting, arms and legs tangled together, their eyes open, lips touching. Floyd rolled to one side with his back against the sofa back and scooped Daria into his arms. A buzz of emotions went though her head and she realized that she suddenly had a real man in her life. Right or wrong, Daria knew that she would not be content unless she had both father and sister in her life, loving her and needing her as badly as she needed them.
And as the two incestuous loves dozed off, dreaming of all the fun they could have at the party, King Ramirez was busy combing and brushing his fur, trying to make himself look as clean as he could for the party. Even though he had about 16 hours to go, the old wolf just couldn't help himself. Now, he did have a slight case of OCD, but it only happened before big advents such as these. King gave his fur one more pass with his brush and smiled.
"If looks could kill, I would be wanted for murder," he laughed.
"Yeah, and I'll be billing you if you don't come out of my bathroom," Tony said from the other side of the door.
"Ok, I'll be right out," King sighed. He hated it when people made him rush, after all, it wasn't as if there were people needing to use the bathroom. As King stepped out of the bathroom, Tony was waiting for him with his arms crossed.
"Thirty five minutes just to comb and brush your fur?" he asked pointing to the clock above the bathroom. "This is a bar, not a hotel."
"Sorry," King scoffed, then went over to the bar to finish his beer. Lyle was wiping down the counter when he noticed a twenty dollar bill under an empty glass. Checking to see if King or Tony was watching, he quickly put the twenty in his pocket, but as King put his now fished beer mug down, he ask, "Do you want a broken arm?"
Lyle returned the twenty with a huff.
"Jackass," he mumbled. King looked up.
"Say that to my face," he said.
The very sight of King giving him a death glare made Lyle feel like a child again.
"Sorry," he said, not even daring to look the angry King in the eye.
With a smile, King then left the bar to go home.
The next day...
It was only one hour until the party, and Roy Larsen stood in the hallway and tried not to look at how stupid he looked in his reflection in the mirror at the bottom of the stairs. He felt like a moron, and worse, he looked like one too.
The store where he got his costume obviously had the worst selection there was. And here he was wearing the worst superhero outfit that he had ever seen. He had gotten a Batman suit. How imaginative, Roy thought to himself. But that wasn't the worst of it.
The suit was the old Batman suit, and was made of a gray lycra/spandex pants and shirt, which clung to your body, Roy could easily make out the big bulge of his cock. He had a ridiculous black cape hanging down his back and an even more stupid small black mask that only covered his eyes and part of his muzzle. The only good thing to it was it showed his body toning, but he felt like a fool.
He turned his gaze away from the reflection and tried to forget what he was wearing. That didn't take long as soon as he turned to see his mother walking down the stairs.
Elsa slowly came walking down the stairs wrapped in a black dress that clung to every curve of her body, showing every contour of her perfectly formed body. Roy's jaw dropped to the floor. His mother was sexy. Oh, sure the two of them had been having sex together for almost over a year now, but this was a new sight to behold.
Elsa Larsen stood 5'10", but with the black high heels on she stood 6'1" when she finally stood in front of Roy. There was the skirt of the black dress looked tattered and had rips coming up well past mid thigh level showed Roy his mothers long creamy legs to perfection, as she wore black fishnet stockings too. Her waist was small and her stomach flat, showing no sign that she had had had given birth to him. It looked like she was wearing a corset but the dress was so tight it would have shown if she was. Her long wavy white hair fell down her back and around her shoulders, framing her beautiful face which add to her sexy appearance by the black eyeliner and lipstick she wore, her full lips looked ready to swallow a cock whole, the dress running in cobwebs up her arms to dangle an entire foot over her hands in black material. But Roy's eyes rested on his mother's huge tits. He knew they were big because they were a 42D, but she always wore jumpers or business suits, but this dress hardly contained the two large globes.
The Dress was cut at the front so that the neckline fell and showed almost all of her tits, and not just the tops, but a good side of the globe of flesh too. The dress must have shown half of her big tits, right down to just above where Roy could see her nipples poking hard against the thin material. The twin globes were pushed together to create a formidable cleavage that would surely pop out if she exhaled to fast and by the tightness of the dress and how much of her tits were showing, it was obvious that she was wearing no bra as well.
She was a knockout. Plain and simple! Roy's dick had also seen her as it was standing at full attention, rock hard and solid and was obviously plainly visible through the stupid costume he was wearing.
Resting a black fingernail under his chin Roy's mother raised his head from staring at her deep cleavage. He expected her to yell at him, but instead all she said was,
"So you like what you see? You don't think it's too over the top do you?" She dropped her hand from his chin and began smoothing the front of her dress down from her tits and over her stomach.
"No." He managed with a squeak, then cleared his voice and tried to calm himself down. His hands went to dangle inconspicuously in front of his cock, trying to hide it. "No, you look great." He managed to make his voice sound level this time.
"Good," Elsa said, before pulling her son into a deep passionate. There they were, mother and son locked in kiss of taboo love. Roy being so bold took hold of his mother ass and gave it a nice squeeze. But Elsa didn't want to ruin her makeup, so she pulled way from her son.
"We will continue this after the party," Elsa smiled.
"I'm glad to hear it, because I am going to tear both your pussy and ass up tonight," Roy laughed, then being the gentlemen her was, opened the front door for his mother. As they walked to the car his mom stopped before she opened the door.
"Remember, while at the party, I am your mother and you are my son. No romantic things are to go on between us, understand?" And then she smiled, and if it had been anyone else, he would have said it was a teasing smile. But what she said next made his heart jump almost out of his chest. "Oh and, I think that suit fits you well." And her eyes flickered quickly towards the bulge in his pants, or was that just his imagination? Surely it wasn't.
He ducked quickly into the car without so much as a response and his mom laughed lightly as she got into the car with him.
When Roy and Elsa reached the home of Sterling and O'Brian, it took Elsa everything she had not to suck Roy's dick while he drove them to the estate. For the entire journey he had kept his head down or looking through the window so that he wouldn't be looking lustfully at his mother's body.
Once inside, there were already so many people enjoying the festivities. Roy could make out a few faces that he knew. There was police chief Able Aldan and his family. Mayor Winston Lewis and his wife Eve. Humphrey and Kate Chambers, Lilly and her boyfriend Garth. Everyone looked really good in their masquerade outfits, but it was the women who caught Roy's eye.
But just then, King Bear and his wife showed up. All the guests went silent as the powerful mob boss looked around. With a smile, King Bear walked into the crowded kitchen like he owned it. The cooks and waiters scurried out of his way, too busy to notice or care who he was. He was a ship, and they the water sliding off his bow. King Bear finger-tasted a dish as he sailed through, admonishing an assistant chef in excellent German: "This needs more pepper and garlic." He pushed through the right-hand swinging door and reentered the main room.
Samuel pulled Terra close to him as the mob boss approached them. "Mr. O'Brian," King Bear smiled kindly. "I must say that I was a little surprised when I didn't get an invitation," he said still keeping that smile on his face.
"You were not invited," Terra mumbled under her breath.
King Bear looked at her, his smile now gone and replaced by a frown. "So it would seem."
While King Bear and Sam stared daggers at one another. Winston was feeling really horny at the moment, which did not go unnoticed by Eve. Looking down at her husband's pants, she saw a raging hard on. Eve leaned over and whispered into his ear, "I can take care of that for you," she said. However, Winston was not horny for his wife's pussy, but a certain male stripper's ass.
Link sat in his car and took another long drag off of the half-finished cigarette, he knew that if he was going to make some cash, it would be with a client. But since he left the Moonlight Howl, no calls came, no texts were sent asking for his services, what a night this was turning out to be. Just then, Link saw his cell phone light up. Looking at the caller ID, he was rather happy that it was Winston.
The text read: Sterling and O'Brian home. Second floor, guest bedroom on the right.
Link wasted no time getting to the address, there, he was let in because Winston passed the word to the guard at the gate. Once inside the house, Link quickly made his way up stairs to the bathroom.
::WARNING::
M/M Lemon Ahead!
This is my first attempt at slash lemon.
Once he arrived at the room he was instructed to go to, Link knocked on the door. He heard Winston on the other side setting something up for them. Then the door opened and there stood Winston, smiling at him.
"Come on in, stud," Winston said, leading the younger wolf to a free chair he had set up. Blushing, he handed Link an envelope and watched as a handmade card was revealed with a drawing of a heart on the front. As Link opened it, they both read the words;
Be mine, tonight.
"Yes," Link said with a smile that Winston returned.
"Kick your shoes off and relax," he exhorted and quickly went to put the champagne on ice. Closing the door, Winston moved over to the bedside table, he switched on the lamps and the main light off to create a more appropriate setting. He located a CD of easy listening and, as one of his favorites came on, went to stand in front of Link.
Winston instantly dropped to his knees, mouthing at tented cotton as he undid Link's belt. The undulations of the younger wolf's hips made unsnapping and unzipping the jeans difficult, but not impossible.
He pulled them and the dark blue briefs down to mid-thigh, licking his lips at the sight of Link's erection; generously sized given the other wolf was several inches shorter than him and with a good, solid girth. It curved to Link's left, the head red, glistening and irresistible.
Holding it in his hand, Winston licked it slowly, lapping the pre-come, his eyes watching Link's face. The younger wolf was flushed and panting, totally turned on by Winston's so called treatment of him. Inch-by-inch Winston began to take it into his mouth, pausing to suck the head and pump the base. He delighted in the sounds of encouragement and pleasure from Link and used his other hand to keep the bi stripper seated, certain the thrusting hips would life the smaller wolf off the settee.
He set a steady rhythm, swallowing when the organ was at the back of his throat and sucking hard, tracing the vein as he bobbed his head up and down. He shifted slightly, smiling to himself as Link's toes literally curled with pleasure.
"Gonna...gonna come...can't...hold it."
"Give me all you've got," Winston commanded as he briefly relinquished his prize. He immediately took it fully into his mouth and began to massage it with his throat. The strangled yell was all the warning he needed as Link began to erupt. Pulse after pulse of his cream slid down Winston's demanding maw, the older wolf sucking insistently when the elixir began to slow to a trickle.
As Link slumped back, his eyes closed, Winston straddled his thighs, shoving his boxers down enough to free his rampant erection. It was only going to take a few swift strokes. His climax hit as Link's eyes opened, oh how he forgot how hot Winston was when he came.
Giving a groan of pleasure, Winston's cream sprayed over Link's well built torso. It took a moment for Winston to recover from the unusually intense release. He smiled down at the younger man, pleased at the sight of his semen glinting through the gray fur of Link's body.
Link whined his disappointment as his shaft slid from Winston's hand.
"Fuck me, I am ready."
It took a moment for Winston to comprehend the quietly spoken command as Link straddled his body, presenting the taut cheeks as he began licking Winston's face. His mouth watering, Winston grabbed his lube, smothering his fingers and slowly traced the furred declivity. The moan sounded like encouragement and he circled the furled flesh of Link's entrance before pushing a single finger inside. It was tighter and hotter than any of his fantasies. It was obvious that Link had been having a dry spell for it had been a while.
Not wanting to hurt his lover, Winston pulled Link close to him.
"Link, come here." Winston enveloped the younger wolf in his arms, kissing him tenderly. "Why didn't you say something?" he asked quietly.
"I don't normally have dry spells where the clients don't come crawling back for more. But with you...you keep calling me back, including my brother."
Link's voice had dropped so low that Winston struggled to hear the last words and as he did his heart soared.
"I keep calling you two to me, because unlike most of your clients, I actually love you two."
Link felt a tear of happiness run down his cheek. "I want this, Winston. Please."
"Then we need to do it my way," Winston said. He was willing to wait if he had to, but the pleading tone and look in Link's eyes crumbled his resolve instantly. However, if it was too much for his lover, he knew he had the self-control to stop. He already loved Link too much to purposely hurt him. "On your side, babe."
He urged Link to face away from him and draw up his knees. Winston drenched three fingers in lube and began to stroke inside Link once more, slowly adding a fourth. Once the fingers were moving easily, he nudged his lover's stretched entrance with the head of his shaft. He slid a leg between Link's to keep the younger wolf open and an arm went around him to touch his lips.
"Love you."
"I love you, too, Link. Now relax, breathe out as I push forward."
It took incremental movements as Winston pressed the head of his dick past the younger wolf's resilient defences and he kissed and petted Link ceaselessly. A sharp cry from Link and a groan from Winston heralded Link's guardian muscle yielding and Winston was able to gain entrance to the tight ass of his lover.
"Suck," Winston murmured, pushing his fingers into Link's mouth. He thrust them in and out as the bi stripper obeyed and snaked his other arm around Link's waist to begin fondling his lax length. He tugged hard at the ringed nipple as he urged his hips forward again.
There was a groan from around the fingers that still thrust into Link's mouth and Winston stilled. It took several small moves before he was buried to the hilt. The feeling was exquisite; hotter and tighter than anything Winston had experienced before. He gave a gentle undulation and Link wailed around his thrusting digits.
As Winston began to masturbate his lover in earnest, he moved his fingers from Link's mouth to tug and pinch his lover's nipples and kept up the gentle thrusting into Link.
"So good, Link. You have me. I'll make you feel good, too." Winston kept up a steady stream of encouragement, appreciation and endearments, thrilling when he finally felt Link pick up his rhythm and begin to push back against him. The cock in his hand was hard and wet and Winston pumped it vigorously, flicking his thumb over the slit repeatedly.
From outside the guest bedroom, Eve stood by the door and listened to her husband relieve his sexual frustration with Link. Now, she loved Winston with all her heart, and didn't care if he had a fling with a guy from the Moonlight Howl, but Eve now felt a certain jealousy toward Link for being the one to pleasure her mate. Sure, Winston still made time to have sex with her, but lately he had been seeing Lyle or Link more often, and it also bothered her to think there were other lovers she didn't know about.
Well, Eve wasn't going to stand for this. She was going to get laid, even if it was with some random guy here at the party or some guy off the streets. Hell, she would settle for son-in-law Humphrey.
Back in the room, Winston heard an increase in Link's breathing, felt the tension in the lithe body and the final swelling of the organ in his hand and pistoned his hips in short, feral snaps. As Link cried his name, his lover's cum erupted over Winston's hand. Winston thrust hard and deep holding the smaller body lover tightly against him, threw back his head and howled.
Link felt Winston's knot slip inside his ass, locking them together. The almost brutal contractions around his already sensitive member pushed him over the edge. He flooded the quivering channel with his cum, buried as deeply as possible. His hips began to thrust again as if ensuring Winston's semen would be too deep inside him to ever come out.
Slowly both wolves began to recover from the intense experience. After awhile Winston's knot decreased in size, letting him carefully withdraw from Link and snuggled around the younger wolf.
"I love you, Link" he whispered.
"Love you. Thank you."
"When we've had a few minutes to recover I'll run us a bath. That'll help with the aches. Then we can rejoin the party in time for the auction."
"Sounds wonderful."
Winston smiled at the soft sigh. "You're mine, Link," he whispered into Link's ear.
The only reply Link gave him was a shy nod, a sultry smile and he pulled Winston into a deep, passionate kiss.