Sexy Story of the Month - Brothel Paws (Patreon)

The world of conventions and niche hobbies was unending and Trixy was quite the fan of Victorian Era Steampunk. Frilled lace corsets coupled with pearl embedded jewelry of all styles were displayed upon the various figures at the convention. The main attraction was the cosplay contest, Sherri and Trixy had dressed up for that specific reason with Sherri as the feather adorned burlesque madam leading her faithful foxy pet around by leash attracting aroused reactions and of course posing with convention goers. 

“Sherri, it’s close to time for the photo shoot, da?” Sherri nodded, trying to hide her giggling expression at Trixy’s adorable Slavic accent. “What is?”

Sherri shook her head, “No it’s nothing. You’re just so cute!” After all how could she critique a girl that knew a second language when she herself knew only the one. Even if her mixed use of words reminded her of a certain famous Star Wars Jedi. “They told us to be down Hall A, I think we’ll make it with enough time to be early.” Sherri’s hand reached out, and gently took hold with Trixy’s, their fingers clasping together as they ventured through the hallway towards their destination.

The photo room was conveniently out of the way of the major hall exhibitions, beyond the standard food fare vendors issuing up kitchy named snacks like ‘Victorian Era Hot Dogs.’ Upon entering the room they were greeted by a portly bear femme held the camera in hand and a gentle smile as she turned from her laptop computer. The first thing Sherri noticed about her stout frame was how the way she smiled made her cheeks look all the more squishable, “I’m Missy and for this shoot, I’ll be deciding on your pose.” the woman’s voice surprisingly gentle compared to her size. 

Sherri and Trixy exchanged glances before looking back towards the ursine woman, “Our pose?” Trixy spoke up holding up a single index finger questioningly, “We only get one?”

“That’s right, and I’ll be picking it out for you both.” Her first target was Trixy, large padded fingertips carefully touching upon her thigh as she led her towards the intended stage of their photoshoot, “And I know exactly where to put you my little darling.” Such a matronly tone and voice made coaxing the smaller fox femme onto her knees an easy task. She sat in front of a beautifully carved wooden chair with Trixy’s eyes fixated upon the sweetening gaze from the chonky ursine woman. “You don’t mind a little bondage, 

It was impossible for Sherri to hide her jealousy at watching her companion be the one fawned over by the thick bodied woman in her mid to late thirties. She tried her best to hide it, but the doggirl practically wore her emotions on her tail that shifted back and forth as she stared off to the side. Sneaking glances here and there she clearly heard the two of them giggling which made Sherri bite down on her lower lip. The urge to interrupt was bubbling as she folded her arms over her chest, fingers pinching into the skin as her ears folded back, Trixy was letting out a moan! 

Not just any moan either. It was a lurid moan, one that finished with a raised pitch and a hot lingering whimper at the end. Sherri’s thighs pressed together as her clawtips almost drew blood against her skin, Trixy was moaning still and the squishing wet sound made it obvious why. Bright brown eyes darted in the direction of the sounds Trixy was shamelessly making, Sherri had enough and was about to say something when the bear turned to meet Sherri’s dagger glare. “Your turn.” The irritation that simmered in Sherri easily melted away as she shyly untucked a single hand with her finger pointed towards herself, the bear woman chuckled. “Yes. Your turn. Now come here we don’t have a lot of time to spare.”

It was more obvious why Trixy was moaning when Sherri inched closer, the scent of her pussy juices filled the air and her eyes caught a vibrant pink fleshy toy protruding slightly from her orange furred quim. Sherri breathed deep, noticing that her hands were bound tightly to the legs of the unmoving chair as she squirmed and wriggled her knees together, the massive floppy length spinning almost achingly slow as it stirred around inside Trixy’s overly filled cunt. The girth slightly bulging in the way it showed against Trixy’s cuntmound, but before Sherri could truly admire it she was guided upon the chair while her legs ended up surrounding either side of Trixy’s head. 

As the photographer stepped back, Sherri cautiously lifted one of her legs, her bare footpaw flexing in front of Trixy’s muzzle with her toes splayed. “Ooh, that’s perfect,” The woman crooned sweetly and both Trixy and Sherri were eager to please the artist that would be depicting their photographed triste together. Trixy parted her lips, letting her soft squishy pink tongue extend and carefully touched upon Sherri’s padded pawtoes an act that she had seen first hand by some of the others that enjoyed the doggirl’s company and one she herself had subdued her own curiosity for.

Sherri let out a delighted crooning hum from her lips, her toes scrunching at the touch of Trixy’s tongue that was soon followed by the chill of her button black nose pressing against the underside of her decorated pearls. “Nnh, Trixy..” Sherri nibbled coyly at her lower lip leaning her body back against her makeshift princess throne, her other leg lifting and applying pressure to the warmth of her compatriot’s exposed bosom. The pink nipple contrasting against the darkness of her fur that soon brushed against her delicate tip. “I didn’t know you liked paws!”

Truth be told, Trixy didn’t know she liked them either! Much to her delight Sherri’s paws didn’t hold an offensive scent, nor did they have a strong that that her wriggling tongue could detect outside of the lavender fragrance that Sherri used when she bathed. In a weird way the subservient act of kissing and using her tongue upon Sherri’s dainty feetpaws aroused her, almost as much as the squishing jelly cock inside her body that twitched and stirred as her body squirmed, each lick upon Sherri’s scrunching pawtoes. The only true irritation to her restraints was that she couldn’t cradle Sherri’s paw in her hand, and instead had to use her snout to nussle and finesse the paw upwards allowing her tongue to glide along the softness of her insole. 

Sherri’s pawtoes smoothed along Trixy’s face, awkwardly working her legs as her hand gripped tighter upon the leash. Their attentions broke every time the camera audibly clicked, ears perked and both sets of eyes focused upon the bear woman who grimaced slightly at the broken shot. “It’s okay, pretend like I’m not here.” She said gently, almost silently, “Go on, show her how much you love those cute little toebeans with your lips.” Even when they broke the fourth wall by acknowledging her existence, it was truly a heart poudningly erotic scene, Sherri’s teasing against her own breasts with light straying fingers and then dragging her paw now slicked with saliva against Trixy’s exposed tits massaging them with a roughness that came from using her toe-tipped extremities. Trixy’s moans rose from her lips as the pressure of her breasts came together with Sherri’s paws pushing, massaging at her figure and using her toes to stir against her now fully erect nipples. That was a beautiful shot.

Missy licked her dark lips watching as Trixy moaned headily into Sherri’s calf, only to have her mouth plugged by a lifted foot that bent at the knee and dipped downwards like a hanging claw crane game. “Ghhllhh..” The tongue caught upon those sapphire polished toes that dug deeper into her mouth teasing against her inner cheek and teeth while wriggling the dexterous digits as if trying to catch the strands of saliva that were forming in Trixy’s mouth. “Mhoorhh..pleeeethh.” Trixy said with her mouth full of wriggling pawtoes, almost drunken from her own arousal in subservience to Sherri. The doggirl’s hand that rode her leash now dipping between the lips of her cunt and letting stray droplets of vaginal nectar fling freely as her digits plumbed in and out.

“But they’re so wet already.. how am I supposed to wear my stilettos now?” Sherri chastised and with a slight movement of her muscles her middle toes splayed apart and squeezed upon Trixy’s tongue, gripping it between them with a gentle yet determined pinch. “You better blow them dry after we’re done..” Sherri whispered hotly down at the servant vixen, her dripping wet snatch spilling her sauce until it spilled down the chair, dripping onto Trixy’s face that was writhing and gazing up into the eyes of the doggirl. 

“Yeethh mithtreethh..” The warmth of her mouth cascaded upon Sherri’s toes riding her trembling syllables that tickled along her already dripping wet paws. Trixy’s hips rolled back and forth as she desperately licked against Sherri’s displayed paws, trying to dry her toes by licking at the saliva that was left over from the previous caress. A truly worthless endeavor if she meant to actually dry Sherri’s paws, but fruitful in a show of servitude and submission as her mouth eagerly fashioned itself to Sherri’s insole, her teeth lightly gliding through the softness of her fur and trailing against her skin as Trixy let out a muffled moan. The toy beating inside of her like a consistently pulsating heartbeat obviously enjoyed the affections she offered to Sherri’s endlessly wriggling toes. 

Overhead Sherri was moaning, her lower lip consistently wetted and nibbled by her teeth as her fingers pumped vigorously into her cunt while her palm would grind against her clit making her hips raise as her deepening breaths filled her lungs and lifted her breasts. “Hhyhh.. Good girl.. good girl Trixy.. Mistress’ lovely little paw slut..” Sherri’s mouth wetted ever more, tricklets of drool at the corner of her mouth as her eyes squinted, her nostrils flaring. She could feel her tingling orgasm flowing through her as her heart sped up, “I’ll be sure to offer you as a treat to.. our.. Our girly patrons.. letting you worship their feet as they decide on.. who at the brothel.. they’ll breed.. Huhahh..” Sherri winced, her body trembling as a minor orgasm tickled along her spine and through her thighs, having to forcibly restrain her legs to keep from jolting them as Trixy’s lips smothered them with lipstick staining kisses and drool smearing licks that had become more erratic and desperate as Sherri’s orgasm built up.

The scene had dipped even further, both girls reveling in the bliss they shared together, subtle orgasms tingling through their frames as Sherri lowered herself from the mighty throne. The camera had gotten its shots already but the pair were oblivious to it, Sherri leaned her body in, their breasts touching together as her fingers traced along Trixy’s hand, their mouths open, panting for air and looking into one another’s eyes as the natural inclination to kiss followed after. Their lips locked, holding into each other with pressure building as the oxygen passed back and forth between their mouths, tongues wriggling together as Sherri tasted the flavors of her own pussy juices that had drizzled upon the foxen’s orange colored snout. 

“I think I’ll let you two be..” The ursine woman said with her heart pounding into her own chest, her eyes fixated upon the scene as she saw Sherri and Trixy, sliding back and forth into each other, grinding their pleasures superficially between their bodies. The heat and droplets of sweat that dripped between them coupled with stray strands of saliva that fell from their myriad of sapphic pleasures was a visage that the photographer wanted to commit to memory in the best way she knew how. Without a word she raised the camera, finally the pair had truly acted if she was no longer there and it showed as they moaned and panted between one another, her camera aimed, the light perfect, the focus manually fixed, she took a deep breath in as stealthily as possible and upon release of the oxygen in her lungs she pressed with her index finger. The camera responded like a machine gun and the moments were captured, second by second by second in a flicker of images.