Gold Tier Story - Deep Throat Demonstration (Patreon)

It was a typical day at the card shop although Malcolm wouldn’t have known it. All he saw was various members of fandoms with denoted shirts of their hobby seated at various tables with one another opening up booster boxes. Malcolm considered himself more of a sophisticated gamer, he usually preferred more of a normal outfit that didn’t tell everyone who looked upon him the games he favored like a walking billboard. Even still he found the sight of their eagerness to be amusing, after completing his purchase and with an armful of books and compendiums for his tabletop RPGs he set himself up at one of the tables with the intent of finishing his lunch break by completing a character sheet for the next chapter in the campaign he was running. 

He had no sooner set his books upon the table and turned to take a seat when a sapphire polished fingertip pressed against his chest that was quickly followed up by a similarly colored nose aimed up in his direction. “Excuse me,” It was Sherri and the doggirl’s bright brown eyes were focused upon him in a way that made him gulp. “But what did I tell you about wearing that cologne here?” 

“What do you mean?” Malcolm tried to feign ignorance but the corners of his lips were quickly forming a smirk and before she could call him out on it he decided to turn the tables on her. “Why.. Don’t you like it?”

A winning strike in his favor indeed. Her cheeks suddenly blossomed a blush on either side and her lips  pursed together, “Because it’s causing problems..” She said sternly but softly enough to not alert the other customers. “That.. ‘Bus-Boy’ it’s-”

“Hmm.” Malcolm teased her with a contemplative hum, “Well that doesn’t really sound like it’s my problem.” And then he felt her body coming closer to his, a slight glance and he saw that she was wearing a denim skirt today and it didn’t seem to be fitting well at all. 

“Until this little.. prank, goes away?” Sherri glared daggers in his direction, “I’m making it your problem!” 

Her feisty face and determined glare only made him a little more excited, especially when he felt the bulge of her feminine cock pressing against his thigh. “Hm. And what are you going to do about it?” He challenged her knowing that would only further fire her up and whether the push of her fingertip was intentionally more forceful, or it could have been that he was simply letting her ‘win’ their little match, but the result was the same. Her jabbing digit sent him back against the table landing with his shoulders upon it and barely leaning up before her lithe form had straddled atop of him. His face now coming to terms with her panty-free underskirt with a thick blue cock nudging against his muzzle. 

Dicks were incredibly sensitive and Malcolm knew how they were almost demanding with a mind of their own when they were erect, and he knew exactly how a dick would react to the cologne he wore. In truth he was well aware of what her response could be and he was almost counting on it. Since their first encounter with her wielding a cock it had been a sort of deviant pleasure he found himself excited by. Something he couldn’t bring himself to ask for yet frequently found himself positioned underneath her, once more her cock was pressed into his direction the thick flavor of it was feminine enough that he wasn’t deterred. “Hfff.. you boyslut..” Sherri moaned overhead as her thick shaft smeared along his muzzle, his own cock starting to harden as he made no motion to shove her from him and given her small frame it would have been easy to overtake her. “Bet you like that huh..?” Her dick teased against his lips as she bit down upon her own. “Getting dicked by a girl with a cock bigger than yours?” 

His silence was a mixture of strained arousal as his fingertips clenched into the table, but Sherri’s body began to rise, her hips turning slightly and then he saw a glimpse of her juicy wet twat that was leaking juices upon the underside of her overly filled and bulging balls. Her precum started to stain the side of his dark lips making them shine like a fresh application of lip gloss, “Ready..?” She reached out with her slender hands and gripped upon his wrists as the doggirl balanced herself on high heels and aimed her thick veiny length in his direction, “Ready or not.. here I come!” 

“That’s cri-GBHFF!” The moment he opened his mouth to comment he knew he shouldn’t have, her thick meaty cock rammed its way deep between his lips smothering his taste buds in the flavor of cock that made him jolt in surprise. His back arched upwards as his nostrils were suddenly inundated with the scent of her balls as she ground them against his wet nose. “Ghhhbbh!” His knees pressed together and his fingertips clenched, her hands holding tightly upon him as she began to gyrate her hips, lunging her dick deep into his mouth while her balls smacked against his snout.

For being in high heels Sherri was quite nimble, using his body as leverage she repeatedly dipped herself downwards cramming inch after inch of fat blue canine cock against the roof of his mouth and remorselessly plugging his throat with her veiny dogdick. He couldn’t get enough of the warm sensation that her dick filled his heart with as it rolled along his soppy drooling tongue, the bulging sensation in the back of his throat didn’t even seem to mind as she ground her hips inwards mashing her dick in deep until she made him throat his cock to the hilt with her fat balls mashed against his nostrils and her mouth huffing and panting overhead. 

Gyrating hips pumped into Malcolm’s mouth, his lips sucking tightly upon her cock while his own shifted to try and hide his bulging erection. Not that Sherri paid it any mind, he could hear her huffing grunts and moans, the way she drooled messily down her chin while she rut his mouth like it was the only thing in the world she could comprehend. He knew that passion firsthand and hearing her seethe and moan with the subtle slurps of drool that spilled down the side of her mouth, trickling upon his chestfur as she repeatedly bucked her hips, clapping her balls against his face while she mushed her crotchfur against his chin. “Guys are..” Sherri hissed, “So selfish..” She glowered, “I can see why..” Her sputtering moans made it difficult for her to talk. “It’s like.. my body’s on autopilot.. I can’t stop..” 

It was a struggle for him to know if he would have minded if she stopped, his heart was beating faster and not from the sensation of having his mouth used as a girl’s cock-holster. It was from how he should feel about it, why was it turning him on to taste the flavor of her canine cock smothering his tastebuds? Why was it driving his body wild, why did part of him want her to grab his dick and squeeze it while proclaiming his asshole was next? Malcolm shuddered and trembled, which only sent lustful vibrations along her swelling canine cock, the thick massive knot pulsating with a heavy scent that tickled his body making him sweat bullets as the thought of her claiming his asshole.. and him began to pervade the forefront of his mind from the deepest of recesses. “Hahhh.. Mhhh..” Sherri moaned over head as little strands of spittle were flung from her mouth landing upon him as she grit her teeth. “Take it.. Every inch.. I know you can!” Sherri whimpered her asscheeks clenching as his lips sucked tighter on her dick, not that he meant to, not that he consciously decided to do that, like Sherri his body was on autopilot simply reacting to his own subconscious desires that were pumping adrenaline through his veins. 

Salty yet clearly feminine cum splashed against Malcolm’s tastebuds as he squinted his eyes closed, his nostrils flaring as she further smothered her crotch into his face her hands holding onto him for support as much as she was pinning him to the table. Her huffing maw and the look of pure bliss upon her face was something he wished he could have seen but the sight of her balls pulsating and her quivering twat drooling sweet pussy juices was enough to tell him his mouth made a good fuckhole for her fat femcock. He gulped down the thick ropes of cum trying to tell himself that it wasn’t something he craved, that he was simply acquiescing to Sherri’s demands after a prank gone wrong. It was a lie of course, and his cock that throbbed with pre-cum smearing the inside of his jeans was a pulsating cum-dribbling truth teller in the face of his denial. 

His throat bulged still with her nuts draining directly into his gullet, his primed cock rock hard and throbbing as he lay there with his hands clenching on the table and his eyes trained upon Sherri’s drenched pussy that dripped upon his forehead. She retracted her cock from his mouth, the thick length messily smearing over his muzzle as driplets of cum sputtered from her cock upon his muzzle. “Don’t you dare think I’m done with you yet.” Sherri panted and huffed, “I got something special in store for you.”

…

Malcolm was a little more apprehensive about his new responsibility over Sherri’s cock, shifting his legs a bit as his thighs tried to fit better inside the tight squeezing leg warmers that reached up to underneath his gothica black vinyl skirt. He glanced in the mirror, almost not recognizing himself with the matching black lipstick and his hair draped along his shoulders straight, flat, dark as the rest of his outfit. Yet somehow seeing himself in the mirror this way made his cheeks blush and a slight throb could be felt in his cock that made him instinctively adjust the skirt, tugging it and wriggling his thighs once more. He took a single step forwards, his legs wobbling slightly as he placed a single pawlm upon the side of the restroom wall to gain his balance in the high heels he wore.

A moment later, Malcolm took a deeper breath and pushed against the handle and exited the women’s restroom at the game store with his cheeks burning brightly wondering what he had gotten himself into this time..