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(((Fumbles)))
Fumbles made her way down the motel stairs slowly acting as casual as he can all the while her heart threatens to thump out of her chest her breath tight. The Ol' Dog Wood motel, converted into a series of small apartments provided shelter to Fumbles and her family as well as a number of retired runners, sinless with nowhere else to go. And one gruff old dog whose seen much. It wasn't palatial or even spacious but it was home. Fumbles primary grievance was a lack of privacy, she had some time alone when her parents went off to work but that was not always enough, sometimes she had a desire for more. Being an Orc like her mother, few prospects for a boyfriend presented themselves unless one was willing to accept a short relationship often ending in a brutal death. And even then many human males had little interest in Orcs, there are always some but not often. Fumbles was no stranger to violence or deviance. She was sinless in Seattle it goes with the territory, she knew what life was like and she knew there were… options. A random search suggested something new she had not considered. As common as any act can be in this world little is taboo all the same Fumbles found it difficult containing her fear and excitement at what she intended to try this evening. Dog Wood motel was quiet, many residents out for a night on the town or turning in early. Some like her parents were working late, an opportunity she could not pass up. Fumbles made her way to Sam's den, an unused stairwell closed off with whatever came to hand.
Sam lounged just outside his den tail thumping as Fumbles approached, placing herself next to Sam seated on the hard ground Fumbles stroked Sam gently her hand trembling thoughts of what she wanted racing through her head. Sam looking up sniffs the air whining softly, he seems to understand and this Fumbles more at ease. Glancing into the den… "Can… we do this… inside?" As understanding the words perfectly Sam pushes himself up stepping into the den closely followed by Fumbles. About now her doubts kick in and fear washes over her, slowing her breathing Sam offers a comforting lick.
Without further hesitation Fumbles pulls her worn Samurai tank top over her head exposing her ample breasts, for this occasion Fumbles opted to forgo a bra for the sake of expediency, her boots were of little issue worn in as they were the laces never tied very tightly so a few light tugs pulled them free. Last to follow was her pants, panties were a luxury when you're sinless as such Fumbles' preferred to go commando most of the time. The scent of folds excited Sam her scent indicating she was in heat. Fumbles caught her breath as Sam's cock emerged from its sheath. A new wave of fear and anticipation washed over Fumbles as she watched on fully understand now just what was to come. Fumbles was never exposed to sex much, living in such tight quarters she had little privacy and what she did have she had to spend wisely. The thought of being penetrated by an actual penis was something Fumbles have no experience with, she used her fingers of course and she kept a toy tucked for those times she was alone, an actual living partner however, this was uncharted territory.
Kneeling on the floor in front of Sam, Fumbles slowly spread her legs exposing her folds offering Sam an uninhibited scent. Eagerly Sam scuffles closer to Fumbles nudging him muzzle between her leg brushing is cold nose across her lips Fumbles shudders stifling a gasp. Sam's tongue is talented reaching deep into Fumbles, loosing herself to the sensations Fumbles leans back on her hands parting her legs to her limits, Sam taking full advantaged dies in tongue leading the way. Fumbles breasts rock with the nudges of Sam inspecting the deepest recesses of Fumbles' pussy. Her first orgasm arrives at expected and does not disappoint, the next one takes her by surprise and when all is said and done fumbles lies back exhausted. A whine from Sam draws her attention he proudly displays his cock. Fumbles bites her lip hesitating and trembling… "I guess it's only fair huh? Do you… just… ehhh." Fumbles rolls onto her hands and knees bracing herself Sam takes matters into own paws in this regard hopping on Fumbles back wrapping his legs around her. After a moment or two of blind poking and a n ear miss with the backdoor Fumbles opts to assist reaching under her body her fingers brush Sam' warm penis gently she guides him to her entrance and without hesitation Sam plunges balls deep into Fumbles. She quickly braces herself against the insistent powerful thrusts. Fumbles bites her hand to stifle her moans as best she can successfully she hopes.
Several orgasms later Fumbles slowly slides her chest down resting on the cool ground breathing heavily Sam equally exhausted knot still firmly locked in Fumbles vagina. After what feels like an hour in her fuzzy state of mind more like minutes truthfully, Sam's knot finally pulls free with a wet pop and a parting orgasm for Fumbles. Rolling onto her back and slowly sitting up she is started by the amount of semen seeping from her folds pooling on the floor. Sam is content to sit back and clean himself, assisting Fumbles with her own cleanup shortly after. Fumbles takes a few minutes to gather her wits pulling her cloths back on she kisses Sam on the top of his head ruffles his mane and steps out of the den. Looking around she sees all is quiet looking down at herself… A hot shower and some time in bed to collect her thoughts.
Fumbles lie on what passed for her bed fresh from a shower and air drying as it were. Her thoughts continued to fall back on her recent adventure still the though made her tense in anticipation as by a mind of its own her hand drifts to her folds casually parting her lips exposing her clit to the air and quickly pressed and rubbed firmly. "Next time… I'm going to get an under view and record it…" the thoughts provided enough stimulation that she was squeezing her legs and whimpering loudly as the overwhelming pleasure of a a truly powerful orgasm rocked her. And none too soon as she heard the front door swing open.
Chapter 2
Summary:
Well what the fuck do ya know... A second chapter in progress?
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Fumbles squirmed on her bed legs pressed tightly together one figure slowly teasing her clit. The "house" actually a motel room converted into an apartment. At least in this case the landlord wasn't looking to squeeze every last nuyen out of the place, of course no one even knew who the landlord was, a retired runner giving back to the community? As if... probably some kind of corporate write off from one of the small megas. That is to say the... "house" was actually rather roomy and even has it's own bathroom. Fumbles room wasn't particularly big but it was enough space for her, not like she has much stuff just some cloths and a few guns so space was never much of an issue. None of this was on her mind of course, in fact her mind... well her imagination was back under the stairwell. She has masturbated of course, anyone who says they don't are lying, but her encounter with Sam was the first time she had ever been "fucked" and she desperately wanted to experience that again... She was hesitant however and she wasn't sure why... and she hated that. Was she afraid of getting caught or how it would effect her reputation. Not likely she didn't have a reputation to worry about and she never gave much of a fuck about what anyone thought of her. The illicit nature of the mating was mild compared to what most people got up to in the sixth world. All these thoughts were forgotten moments later, rolling onto her hands and knees Fumbles furiously penetrated herself with her fingers, an intense orgasm tore though her, screaming into her pillow in pure pleasure she lie there trembling in post orgasmic bliss.