Sexy Story of the Month - Diary of a Pawslut (Patreon)

I don’t know how it started that I became such a self described paw slut, it’s not that they are particularly sexual compared to the other parts of my body but there’s something about it when they’re touched, how they feel in a sensual manner. There’s also something genuinely erotic about a guy getting hard when you touch him in the most teasing way, like a way that felt like brushing against a stranger in a crowd. Watching a man strain and groan like he was being torn asunder simply from the gentle touch of my pawtoes was so exciting. 

Did I mention how much I love horse cocks as well? Their shape? Their twitch? Ther scent? Ben was one of my favorites to call over for a late night nothing to do in the morning kind of evening. He wasn’t always around but when he was I made sure to give him a call. I was really glad he’d picked up and it didn’t sound like he had anything better to do by the sounds of his hands thumbing around on joysticks of a game controller in the background as we spoke. I didn’t tell him how flustered I was, but I think he must have known I had been squirmy all day and tonight I just wanted to be railed. Heck I wouldn’t have even cared if we did any foreplay but the second he got to my place he began to strip his clothes off and kiss my naked body like there was no tomorrow. 

I loved that.

I loved how he could pick me up over his shoulder and how he tossed me on my back on the bed. Sure I was a little irritated cause it’s a nice bed and I don’t want it breaking with him being too rough.. but in the moment god all I can think about is the way his soft dick would grow in front of me. 

My feet have always been sensitive, not necessarily ticklish but reflexively they twitch and jerk, I also have such a hard time going out in a backyard barefoot unless there’s an exceptionally soft grass texture like Bermuda grass or something. “God Sher,” I looked up at him my toes are touching just along the head of his cock with the tip practically winking at me. “Your feet are just.. fuckin’ soft..” He grunted and I can’t lie.. I felt my cheeks burning up. “How d’you do it?”

I’d been complimented on my feet before, I do try to take good care of them. “Lots of lotion.. I got a whole routine you know.” 

“I know..” He took a deep breath and I could see his nostrils flare, he was grinding, groaning, his dick hardening against my toes and smearing his per-cum against me. I loved how it felt against my toes in some sort of weird way. Like how you’d go to the beach and dig your feet in the sand, splaying your toes open and letting your body relax, I loved doing that against his dick and having his spunk smeared against my paws, it felt like how each night I’d rub lotion on my feet. 

I could feel it in his body, his cock was so ready for me and I loved teasing him. Stroking his cock with my paws I watched the individual veins bulging and trailing along his shaft. “How long’s it been..?” I asked, genuinely curious because god knows I’ve been craving a fresh load but when a guys pent up that makes it even better, I swear I think they operate on a tank system or something. I always want Ben at a full tank, ready to fill me up with every drop. 

“Few days..” He said shortly, “60 hours..” by the look of his balls that seemed accurate. They were enormous even from the distance away they looked absolutely massive. I began squeezing my insoles together and releasing a little bit, giving him pressure and release and priming his engine until his hips started to move of their own volition. His body giving deep slow shoves against my paws and leaving them almost drenched with his spigot like cum drip. 

Dammit! I was hoping to tease him a bit more but he can’t just explode like this and leave me hanging, “Heywait!” His cock twitched and his hands went to grab my feet but I think I was a little too fast for him, he’s so ready to burst I can practically taste it in my womb! “Don’t spill it just yet,” His eyes are staring at me hungrily, like he’s lost all reason and sensibility, my hands slowly spreading my pussy lips apart showing him how horny and pent up I am as well. His grunt tells me everything I need to know, and it doesn’t take him more than a second to make good on my offer, almost immediately I can feel his flared cock pushing against my quim. My body releasing to his desires as his cock pushes inside.

Every time I’m with him I forget just how big he is, it felt so good but at the same time I feel like I’m being ripped apart at either end! I’ve been to yoga classes a few times, and that feeling when I try a new stretching pose, it’s almost the exact same way, like my muscles are straining to accommodate him and it hurts but it feels so amazing at the same time! And unlike those yoga stretching poses, with him inside me it’s not like I can simply relax back down and release the pose, it’s there for as long as he’s in me! It’s so hard to think about anything else, I can taste the Mountain Dew on his breath as he looms overhead, I grip into his furred body, holding onto anything I can to keep from feeling like my body’s going to split in half!

And then he pulls back, that sudden drop in my stomach as the pressure releases, and then back in again, faster than last time! I can almost feel his dick in the bottom of my throat, and he’s moving, harder, faster, I can hardly keep up breathing as he pumps into me. Every second I can’t even concentrate, my body acting on instinct, probably the same as his, I feel him clapping into me and I hope I’m making a hot face to show him but I can’t be sure. I feel it.. the rushing sensation orgasm, this is what I’ve been craving, his hips mashing into me pinning my body underneath his musky scented male form and his pubic bone connecting to my clit.

I feel a spasm rush through me as orgasm overtakes my body, making me only the more tender as his hips keep moving, crashing into me as my wet pussy makes his movements easier by the second. My legs wrap around his lower back, not out of anything but sheer passion and desire to hang onto him for dear life, I feel my body rising and falling like on a drop tower and my heart is racing, I feel the speckles of his drool landing onto my face but I can’t even gather enough oxygen to do anything but moan let alone ask him to move his mouth away! 

It's a little hot too. I meant the drool, it almost feels like his cum in a way. How it slides along my face, sticky, wet, especially warm. Not that I could tell him that, not that I’d even want to tell anyone that! I also didn’t want to interrupt, when guys get in a rhythm there’s almost nothing that can stop them anyways and god I loved how he was so forceful, so unrelenting, the way he made my body move back against the bedsheets and I could feel his sweat pooling over him and spilling onto me, I felt my body surge and tighten, orgasm, another one, filling me up and making my teeth clench so hard I was afraid I was going to chip a tooth!

“Faster.. Faster..” I needed more, my body was craving more, and just the moment it took to ask him he gave it in spades. I could feel his body moving at a pace that made me feel like I was running with him, like those powerful equine legs that could dash across the plains towards a mare to breed was pounding into me. I wanted so badly to pose for him while he fucked me, I wanted to toss my hair, make a sexy face, something that would at least mask my moans of carnal deviant lust. In that moment all of my attempts to hide the raunch desires that my body craved were made bare, I wanted to be fucked as hard as he could, to be stuffed, held, gripped, squeezed, bred..

“I’m close, Sher.. I’m close.” Fuck yes. I want him to breed me. To fill me up with his foals and claim me as his breeding bitch, I want to be so full with his cum that there’s not a chance that I won’t be pregnant. I can feel his cock throbbing, his body was going faster and more frantic, mine too.. I can’t even swallow oxygen properly, it feels like my throat is closing up at the same time I try to breathe. I want him to cum, I want him so badly to cum so I can simply catch my breath!

There’s nothing like being cummed inside, like some sort of fulfillment of everything I love in life in that moment hitting me to the next level. I feel my entire body quake and quiver, a climax unlike the others before it fulfilling my heart and soul. I feel all my muscles tightening at once as he cums in me, not even stopping to ask or even considering on pulling out, the way his cock veins twitch against me as he shoves in deep pinching my cervix up against my womb and suddenly spilling out his load like it’s his right to do so.

And it is.

I don’t even question it. I know his cum is flooding in me and I know I didn’t even think to take precautions like making him wrap his dick, I didn’t want to.. I knew it was a risk going in and I know as he cums inside me and fills me up that I’m going to be pregnant with his foals. My body doesn’t want it to end, his slick sperm continuously squirting inside me as his cock throbs. It almost hurts from how hot it feels pooling around the depths of my womb. God I love it.. His cock just doesn’t stop either, as I hold onto him I feel my own orgasm roiling through my body as the endless torrent of his load continues to gush inside me. A few days he said, sixty hours, was he actually counting? I don’t know but it feels like he was leaving a two liter of cum inside me.

Or maybe I’m just fantasizing about being filled up that much.

God it didn’t stop either, his horse grunts and groans overhead as he gave a few remedial thrusts, in the midst of my own orgasm I felt his jousting hips, claiming my womb for his own with a few dominant thrusts for good measure. 

And then he slumped, his body shifting to the side and landing upon the bed with a hefty groan. I glanced over as he lay on my bed, shedding droplets of sweat onto my sheets, his cock smearing his cum against what were freshly washed linens. That’ll be my excuse, at least to myself, to not wash them for a day or two, I’d just washed them after all.. Not that I want to have his scent linger, to smell him and relive the moments earlier every time I rest my face into my pillow to get some sleep. His heaving grunts were the only thing breaking the silence of the air, I sit up, my legs slightly numb but I’m absolutely starving. “Gonna make a snack,” I tell him as I prepare to get up. 

Although I felt a bit heavier.. Glancing down I notice my stomach is visibly bulging, something inside me flutters as I know it was all that sixty hours of cum he’d saved up sloshing around inside me, starting to leak out from my pussy, but for a brief instant I thought about what he’d done.

How he’d cum inside me. How he’d filled me up, and this little rounded curve in my abdomen made me think of it being his foals. “Hear me babe?” His words were louder than my distractions and I glanced over to him, “Hey, think you can make waffles?”

I bit on my lower lip trying not to blush as I nodded standing up on my wobbly legs and numb toes that had begat this evening. “Yeah I think I can manage that.”