Behind the bar.
From Create Your Own Story
You have no idea how he did that.
You started talking... what? A couple minutes ago? Maybe even less than a minute. Probably a total of less than twenty words have been exchanged between the two of you. He's not even really your type. He's a little too edgy, too smug, too much of a jackass. But none of that stopped him.
He has you bent over behind the bar. It isn't particularly subtle, either. Your hands are braced up against the table and your shirt is hiked up halfway up your chest. Your pants and briefs are roughly yanked down to rest around your knees, and your barbed, 7-inch cock is revealed to anyone who cares to lean over and get an eyeful. Shame and embarrassment floods through you, but, no matter what you want to think, your cock is only getting harder and harder.
The wolf stands up behind you. To be honest, you can't really see anything, but you can tell. His own wolfish shaft, complete with a veined, tapered tip and a thick knot right at the base, roughly drives into your tight, clenching pucker. His pace is brutal, ruthless even. He thrusts far too rapidly and roughly for you to really be comfortable, but no amount of discomfort can hope to quench the rapidly building lust within you. His large, heavy balls slap against your own smaller ones with every thrust, eliciting cries and moans of pleasure at the bottom of every thrust.
A crowd is beginning to gather around the bar. Even the bartenders, the coworkers you met just a few hours ago, seem content to take a pause and view this new spectacle. You glance across the crowd, cheeks burning in humiliation and lust, and make eye contact with your boss, the surly boar with a serious scowling problem. He doesn't look ecstatic. After another thrust by the wolf behind you, though, you forget all about money and employment troubles.
| Furry Status | ||
| Health | 98 | Equipment:
Phone, Wallet, Keys, Cinderblock Uniform |
| Gender | Male | |
| Species | Lion | |
