Short story bin Tuesday 5th of September 2017 04:09:35 PM CDT Stories: Blinded by love, Gentle touches, So this is Love? Blinded by love >you were laying down on your bed, slowly stroking and dealing with yourself like you did every night >your beautiful life mate was blind as could be, and you generally took to dealing with it on your own >"Again anon? Really?" >you nearly jump as she's standing in the doorway, wearing only her thin night time underwear >"I can't see that, but I can smell it on you every night after you do that, and hear it pretty easily." >you try to choke out an excuse, but she unbuttons her bra and tosses it at you >it sails through the air and knocks over a lamp, breaking the bulb as the lamp collides with the ground >"damn it. I was trying to be sexy." She says with a pout as she chucks her thong at you >it lands on the ground in front of you, and you silently pick it up >"Was that closer?" She asks, smiling as you tell her it landed on your shoulder >she slowly and carefully walks towards the bed, her arms outstretched and sweeping the air trying to find something to grab >you catch one of her hands before she can slap you, and she manages to land the other on your knee >"There we are!" >she gleefully runs her hand towards your outer leg, before letting out another sigh and swapping her hand over to your left leg, and running it back up and into your crotch >"I'm doing my best to be as sexy as I can, but I don't really have the hand eye coordination for it." >she rolls her gentle fuzzy paw across your crotch, grazing your family jewels, and finally finding your shaft >holding onto it with a gentle passion, she repositions herself in front of you, her large buxom breasts making you more excited as they jiggle in front of you >she begins to run you up and down, using her time to study and to remember it well >"we have sex every few days anon, and if you have to deal with this every night then I have no issue letting you use my body for that." >she tenderly sucks on your head for a moment, using her cool saliva to lube you up so she can really go at it >she works up a pace slowly, one hand placing her palm over your head, the other rubbing with a vigorous pace to try to coax you to cum >unfortunately, both you and her can tell that with her slip ups, not exactly perfectly gentle grip and tugging, and lack of experience; this hand job clearly isn't going as well as it could be >letting go of your rigid twitching member, she licks the small amount of pre-cum she collected off of her palm, and leans in to try to and put her mouth around you >she has a much better time of trying to figure out your gentle curve with her mouth, and is giving you a pretty decent oral examination >after about ten minutes of sucking and licking however, she pulls of of you with a sigh >she runs one hand up your body, finding one of your arms and pulling it towards her hair, making you pat her hair >"Grip my head anon. You have to guide me so that I can really go at it. Be as gentle or rough as you want." >you pat her scalp twice, and run your hand into her hair to get a solid grip on her hair >her voice becomes raspy and sultry, telling you "that's the spirit" as you guide her back onto your rigid member >with you guiding her she speeds herself up a bit, and you decide to take the initiative to push her just a hair faster >she begins to build up speed pretty fast now, and you can't tell if you're guiding her or she's guiding you at this point >every thrust onto you she runs her tongue around and over your member, the heavy suction of her lips threatening to pull your very soul out of you >her once gentle rythm is now quick and almost brutal, and you realize you're only guiding her as she whips her neck back and forth towards you >feeling release bubbling up, you manage to pull her off, getting a very aggressive growl from her >"No! Not on me! In my god damned mouth! I want to taste your hot salty cum in my mouth, god damn it!" >her hot breath sends you into overdrive, all but throat fucking her now, moans gently vibrating you >she holds her chest as closely together as she can, her tongue and mouth rolling up and down your saliva soaked shaft >you start to feel the proper shift in your hard member, and force her down with a rough hand, cumming viciously into her waiting mouth and throat >she sucks as hard as she can, but you release so much hot sticky cum that it leaks out and onto her breasts >you let go and fall back onto the bed, your loving mate starting up again on her bobbing rhythm so she can clean you free of all of your cum and spit >finally letting you free of her demanding lips, she stands up, hand on your still rigid member >the only wetness left on you is a thin veil of her spit, and a strand of cum going from a small dollop on your head to her lips >she licks the fur around her muzzle enough to clean it of any spilled white juices, causing the strand to break >"I'm surprised you got so assertive at the end, but I reeaaaaalllly liked that. Next time you want to fap, you should just grab my hair and make me service you. I wouldn't mind, and if how forcefully and much you can cum into me is anything to go by, I'd be rather happy to be forced to give you some head." >letting go of your rigid member, she slowly climbs on top of you, sliding her hands over your chest and onto the bed sheets >she has you pinned down, and you can feel her grinding your member with her soaked crotch >she must have been going at herself the entire time before she wrapped her breasts around you, and she was definitely worked up either way >with the skill and precision of her usual way of handling you, she slips you masterfully and quickly into her wet body, causing a ripple to run up her spine >"Now, how about we get on to the second half of this show, eh?" >you pull her in close for a kiss on the cheek, and she giggles >you definitely weren't going to be fapping any time soon, not if she could get away with handling it Gentle touches >your lover is sprawled out across your lap, gently purring as you watch late night comedy together >one of your hands is patting her head, the other resting gently on her ass >without saying a word, she slowly undoes her bra, and throws it over the side of the couch, before she gently and slowly goes to remove her panties, and you can smell the deep wanting odor of heat wash over you >"I want to watch TV, anon. But if I stay this horny with no relief, I may as well just let you change the channel for how few words are actually reaching my ears." >you move her leg without saying a word, so that her knee braces her body on your lap, and slide down her panties enough to easily get at her >you rub and tease her gently at first, before moving to a finger, and then two deep inside of her >you're careful not to make her get too horny, stroking rythmic relief into her >you can feel her begin to slowly tighten on your fingers, and you realize that even if you've been going nice and politely slow to help, she was still going to cum at some point >you give her slightly quicker, deep, rythmic hand rubs into her hot and steamy honey pot >her tail rises as a warning she's very close, and it rolls around and behind the back of your neck >she finally comes on your hand, and you work gentler more shallow pivots into her >after a while, she gently brushes your toying hand away, and fully takes away her own panties >moving around so that your crotch is under her, she carefully unzips you, and allows you to see directly how wet she was getting again >though her previous lady cum still soaked her legs, a fresh and slow stream was flowing >she gently sits on your member, gasping as it reaches her back walls >"thank you very much, anon. I'll take a ride nice and slow on you for a while, to grant you a reward, and to hopefully get it off my mind for a few moments" >she happily purrs, gently and carefully slapping her hips into you >thank god she was your lovely little kitten So this is Love? >you walk the street past the crazies on your block, seeing the same old faces and hearing that same old talk >the noon sun is beating down on you from above, and you just want to head back to rehab for the last time you’d have to, by doctor's orders at least >the tough as nails rehab doctor you’d been assigned knew you up and down, having made you strip to inspect the large burns across your sides many a times >over time you’d tried to be friendly, and gotten some chinks into her thick professional armor >her somewhat serious and rough exterior become a gently edged and kind attention to you over time >you managed to get to know her decently well, and she even actually got to know you over time >you had a lot to bond over since she wasn't too fond of the dating world and how needy people that didn't need help were, and you were alone since you couldn't really afford to live with anyone but yourself in your government housing >even if you never got a chance to serve, the fire and subsequent blast that rocked the base was severe enough to give you wounds like you’d been through the grinder, and the "benefits" that came with that >at least until next month, when you were no longer disabled enough to not have all but your housing taken away >walking through the sliding doors in the front of the rehab building you march directly towards your doctor's office, dreading that this may be the last time you see her >you walk in without knocking, and she's holding a bottle of scotch in her shaking hands as if she doesn't know whether or not she should pour it >"That's highly unprofessional Misses Kayla." >she's caught off guard, and her tail flutters for a moment as she turns around >"Firstly, I'd be a miss. Secondly, just call me Kayla. Third..." >she pours two glasses, sets the bottle down, and then hands one glass to you >"I honestly stopped caring about our personal talks long ago, ever since I realized that I enjoy being around you. Besides that, they can't fire me unless I'm drunk and disorderly, so I figured I'd celebrate with you on an almost fully documented recovery." >she slams her glass, and you notice that the bottle has clearly been through more than a few glasses here and there >some slightly wet stains near the heartbeat pulse on her chest clue you in that she was drinking them alone >"Are you ok Kayla? And what do you mean almost fully documented?" >she sets her glass down, rubbing her temples and you can tell she's highly frustrated >"Shouldn't have said that. Words are flowing freely... No, I'm not okay damnit. Fuck the pretense of all of this. I'm going to miss you when you're gone, you can't afford any more treatments unless I simply give them to you, and I still haven't checked out your healing in the pelvic area." >she whips around to grab the bottle and before she can start to drink straight from it, you hold her hand down, the other hand on her shoulder so as to try to steady her body and nerves >you pat her back and she sighs heavily, taking a moment to pull herself together as you stand behind her >leaning over the open bottle she slowly screws it closed, and slide it away from her, sulking as she's bent over the table >her tail is limp as she adjusts her shirt and white coat, before making sure her skirt is on correctly >she kneels down to throw her heels off, and turns around to face you, her face completely serious >"I won't ask why you care. That would be rude, and dumb of me. Instead, I want to ask you how much you care... Because I don't want to admit how much I care for you." >she gently runs her hand against your shirt, her deep golden eyes locked on yours >the question is sudden, but you admit you want to spend as much time as you can with her, and she rests her head on your chest with a gentle huff >a slight purr emanates form her body as she snakes her hands up and down your sides >"So... Can we skip the daily stretches, questions, and skip to the examination?" >you laugh, "You can do whatever you think you can get away with." >her purr deepens for a moment and she pulls away from you, throwing her lab coat onto her office table before slamming her office door shut, letting the blinds down, and locking it tight >you can see her nipples poking through her think top, and you're surprised she isn't wearing a bra >"I know you have a few scars on your crotch. I want to see them and make sure you have full feeling." >while not expecting this, you'd admit to yourself the thought of bending her over a table and showing her just how strong your hips had become was a deliciously evil one you'd happily indulge >unzipping your pants, and unleashing your growing boner, you look to see that she's taken all of her clothes off now, and is kneeling in front of you >after you stroke it to full size, she asks you to let go of it, and she gets her own hands on it >she runs it in a circle both ways, and presses a finger on the glans with a bit of force >"Any discomfort?" >the "taking care of business" attitude was odd, but you tell her everything's all good >she then runs her fingers along your head, making sure to avoid the small scars here and there >"Rank that on a 1 to 10 feeling scale. 1 is total numbness, 10 is near orgasmic." >solid 4, since it was just a nice soft touch >she repeats the process along your scars, but seems to be more slow and methodic >"4 again. Feels the same." >she nods, and adjusts herself a bit, before making sure you're fully hard >she very slowly runs her tongue up and down the sides of your member, before licking a section of your head that was clear of scars >you were actually very surprised to find that it wasn't rough at all, unlike most cats were supposed to have >"6. That felt very nice." >she then repeats the action, but focuses mostly on your scars, and lets it end with a soft gentle pop after gently sucking the tip >"7. 6 without the head." >taking her work slightly more serious she slowly descends on your manhood, the entire length disappearing into her mouth as she gently and methodically sucks all over, her tongue grazing where she memorized your unaffected skin was >that entire experience is a high 7 >a repeat once more but focusing on your recovered areas and you try to answer her with a number >as you open your mouth to speak however, she glides to your head and works circles on it laboriously but softly >her tongue is dancing all over your head in smooth gentle circles as you try to choke out a 9 >she glides back down your member, coating all of it in a thick layer of hot spit this time, purring ever so slightly as she works your member with a professional attitude >with her safe at the bottom, and methodically working her way slowly up, you blurt out a 9 >instead of stopping however, she simply continues to go at you, she's just doing this for you at this point >you’d had a few other women do stuff like this before, but they were fierce and moved rapidly >they sucked forcefully and roughly jerked at you like they were tenderizing meat, and wanted the experience to be over quickly >her loving and careful nature for you shone even now, her powerful body oh so delicately cradling and milking you as if it was made of delicate glass >she doesn't seem to care how long it will take you to finish as she works her way up and down you, she's just working on giving you solid 10s across the board >you happily realize this wasn't a blowjob, this was more akin to a deep and gentle worshiping of your body >you can smell her horniness waft up into your face, and you can tell she's focusing entirely on you instead of working one hand on herself >feeling almost bad for how nice she was being, you run your hand into her hair, causing her to pause >you're confused for a moment, but realize she must think you want to set the tempo >scratching her ear, you begin again at roughly the speed she had been slowly sliding on you at, but just a hair and a half quicker >you experimentally twist your hand at an angle a bit, and she responds by matching the angle with her neck, sucking you at a slightly bent angle >she's caressing you back and forth as you please, caring not when you make her head turn up and down or side to side >after a while of enjoying your gyroscopic control of her head you get an idea, and wonder if she'll let you get away with it, gripping the side of her mouth in such a way as to be grasping her jaw slightly >she looks up at you, her eyes giving you a very fierce and ready stare, letting her tongue gently lick at your tip as if to apply more moisture for lube to the already soaking wet member before her >no matter what you are about to do to her right now, you have every single go ahead to do it >gently craning her head around, you find the best angle, and push your hips forward gently for a single testing thrust into her mouth >her ears flicker, and her tail sways as she realizes what you’d going to do >she rolls her tongue all the way out, as if she was providing you a guiding rod, and you slide your shaft down onto her pink wet entrance slide >a few somewhat odd thrusts later and you have both adjusted to get everything just right >working up to a steady pace with her moving forward and back on her own as you thrust, you are properly face fucking her >your balls smack into her chin repeatedly, but she simply enjoys how wet she's making your crotch as you thrust into her constricting jaws >you keep gaining speed until you just hold her head in place and thrust vigoursly into it, causing wet sloppy pops and saliva coats her face around her lips entirely >you aren't anywhere near close to finished, and decide to get extreme >you have her lean back so that you're above her, and grab her throat, throat swabbing her from above >she seems to be loving it, as though she can't talk, you swear she's moaning between your deep thrusts, turning into a gargled mess of hot spit >every thrust pounds her neck down and robs just a sliver of air from her, but she's clearly choosing your hot aching cock over pitiful weak oxygen >a solid ten minutes of hot throat sex and you go back to rough throat fucking so that she can breathe properly >her deep and strong breathing slowly but surely begins to grow quieter and quieter by the pulsating thrust as you can feel yourself standing on the edge >you suddenly unleash yourself into her mouth before even you realize you were going to come >you can hear her sputter and cough a bit as you reflexively try to pull back, but she grabs your loose belt and pools you back in, blowing a deliberately weighty breath onto your crotch >she looks up into your eyes once more, locking your gaze with hers, and her glance is fierce and slightly intimidating >you know what she can't say though, and grip her head roughly and fuck it more and more until you finally feel that you've lost every last drop to her greedy lips >you let go of her head, the gentle purring she has been trying to hold back coming out much louder now >she takes your still swollen meat in hand, and begins to stroke you in a way you don't think even you could have figured out in your wildest of lonely nights >she rubs vigorously up and down your... what's the word? You look at her with a puzzled, hoping the telepathy that's worked so far keeps going strong >she takes her time going at it before looking at you, and catching your glance with a momentary smirk >"I'm rubbing along the corpus spongiosum, from the frenulum to the bottom of the shaft. I abused my medical knowledge to give you the "good suck" and now I'm abusing it to make sure you're-oh. Hold that thought." >she closes her eyes as she feels you cum, and while most what you didn't even know you had left to give lands in her mouth, she decides to purposefully paint your final spurts directly onto her face >still holding you and stroking at what is most definitely a completely spent sex pistol, she tends to your lightly marked head once more >after a bit of gentle love, she looks up at you, letting her tongue slip out and display the bounty she had held onto in her strong jaws >any of the thick and still warm liquid that drips onto you gets two firm lips on it, and sucked right back up >taking your hand, you gently close her mouth and tilt it back, making her swallow it and look directly into your eyes, finally softened to you as she seems unable to fully keep her professional nature up any longer >though still half erect and dangling freely right next to her face, you rub her chin and ears with as much affection as you can lay on her >you laugh, and lean down to give her a kiss, which she returns with a bit of restraint >you take your chance though, and ask it in the dumbest way you can think >"Ain't got no money, got no house on the hill... tell me honey, will your lovin' pay my bills?" >she playfully slaps you on the leg, and slowly rises up her full height, legs slightly weak from how long she had spent worshipping you on her knees >a much larger wet spot than you figured her able to make was sitting between where she had been kneeling, and you can see a glimmer on her thighs >"Same old pickup lines, and you keep trying. Don't waste time. Come back to your senses, baby. We can come to terms..." >she puts your slowly fading erection away before she buckles your pants back onto you and gives you a proper kiss, forcing you against her as she tries to drain the very life out of you through your face >she lets go with a devilish grin, and gives you her response the same way you fed her the question >"I can almost taste it.... I want more." >in a blissful silence you both get dressed again and exit her office, heading out the building and walking back towards where you live >she follows behind you like a looming shadow of death, her dense muscles warding off the normal crazies that hassled you on your walk over >when you reach your home she throws off her jacket and skirt onto your beater of a couch, and walks towards your bathroom with a welcoming strut >you follow and her shirt hits you in the face, blinding you for a moment before her nude form graces your sight once more, the sound of running water adding ambiance to the lovely display >"So anon, will I be going in alone, or will you join me for some water aerobics?" >you simply walk over to her, grabbing her hips and playfully running your hips against hers >"that's your call, either way I think that you're headed for a whole lot of trouble." >without a word she undoes your pants and drops them, still facing away from you >you turn the devious grasp into a loving one was you put both hands on the soft fur of her belly, and she purrs up a storm enjoying your embrace, of which she would get plenty of from now on >standing there for a few solid minutes simply hugging it out, you can tell something in you has started to stir around in your heart >as you both climb into the tub with her, you didn't need the doctor to tell you what you had coursing through your veins >it's something you had both needed to feel for quite some time >yes, it's love in the third degree >you two had a whole life ahead of you to explore, but for now you were content with what you two would enjoy in the immediate future >time to drop unchain your love and dance the night away