The Fox Tail - Sex Stories

The Fox Tail

... into your mouth. We do not need to dwell on the humiliation of having a butt plug in your mouth while the man who owns you spreads your bottom, looking at where it will soon go, do we?

Oh, the little sounds you make anew as I lean forward over the glowing red cheeks. You feel my beard against the soft skin and nexus of your globes, pushing between them. I kiss you right there on that most elusive feature with tender little kisses, then deeper probing kisses. I know you felt the hot, strong point of my tongue pressing into you. Wet and burning hot, right there in your secret place.

Yes, I know how this makes you feel. I know how much you crave this. I know you lie awake at night craving this very thing I’m doing here and now. Even as you struggle, my arms hold you tight, my hands spread you wide, and my tongue circles your clenching tightness.

As I take the plug from your mouth, you almost bolt when I place the wet, cool, unyielding metal of the plug where my tongue was just. Even then, the fur of the tail is so pretty against the skin of your legs. I am watching, fascinated, as the very beginning of the plug begins to open your flower. I press it into you, just a smidgeon, though I know it feels as if a soda can is penetrating that most delicate of openings. Silly girl, it’s not such a big thing. I continue to hold it in place and watch as your bottom opens to it. No, it really is no bigger than my fingertip, is it?

I press it in a bit more, and even more, ...

... watching your star opening wider, seeing your hips shift, though I cannot be sure if it was the desperate need or a little fear. I do know you feel yourself stretch, and I hear your warning whimper. I stop advancing the plug, maybe you don’t know and hold it right there. Right at your limit, and then I relax. I see you tighten. Yes, kitten, Daddy sees everything, and I see you strain to push it out, hear your gasp of pleasure as you feel the hardness slide out. Yet, my hand is there to prevent it and gently I push it back to where it was. Right to that same place where your blossom is only open about halfway. I hold it there a moment and then allow your ass to tighten and push it back out. You would be more than a little scared if you knew how much more waited to go inside you.

We go back and forth with you pushing and my blocking for a while, and I press even more into you. I sense your hands clenching my legs, your body instinctively pulling away, no longer a woman, but now a little animal afraid of being damaged. I shush you and stroke you but do not let up on the pressure.

I tell you it is okay. I whisper to you to be a good girl and give your bottom to Daddy. Yes, that’s right. Good girl. Just like that. Relax… breathe. Good girl. Let it in. That’s my good girl, just like that. I hold it right there, and then again allow you to try to press it out.

As I consider pushing even more inside, I comfort you, professing my love for you, and voicing how thrilled I am with the ...