Ask Reggie to shut the door
From Create Your Own Story
While Reggie gets the door you begin undressing.
Reggie turns, his eyes can't seem to leave your body as you slither out of your skirt and incongruous white cotton panties. You step out of the pool of clothing at your hooves. Taking a second, you gather up your garments and drape them carefully over the back of your office chair. Wearing nothing but a smile and a string of fresh water pearls you start undressing your former intern.
After some mutual petting and excited nickering, you finally get the
pants off the little zebra. You marvel at the variation in the male
anatomy. In contrast to Reggie's short muscular build, his penis is
long and thin with a slight curve that points the tip back toward his
belly. The flesh of his shaft is matte black in color, warm and
velvety soft to the touch. Veins throb gently under the soft skin. A
meaty black mushroom shaped flair tops off the tip. You declare aloud
that it is an elegant organ and quite capable. Reggie blushes.
You lean back against your desk and survey your office for just the
right spot. Reggie nuzzles your belly. You consider the
possibilities. There's a chair, a small sofa, heck the floor may be
the best, do to the height difference.
"Whoop!" you giggle as Reggie suddenly grabs you around the hips and
spins you around. He grabs the base of your tail and pulls. Bending
you over your own desk. The little stallion wants to take charge and
you are willing to let him.
You lift your tail. In his excitement his aim is lousy. He seems to be
consistently high, it's annoying. You roll your hips up a bit. The soft crown of his
cock finally finds its mark. With a hollow wet slurp, Reggie slides deep
within you. You feel a tingle as your vagina conform to his shape, as
he fills you. Your mouth opens in a wordless mew.
With your tail gripped firmly in one hand Reggie places his other hand
on your hip. His curved shaft slides over your heat engorged
clitoris. You seem to be able to feel each inch of skin, each vein, as
his cock slides between the sensitive folds of flesh of your labia.
You thrust your body back against his. Your vision blurs as the flat head of his shaft rings the bell, bounces off your cervix, sending a dull ache throughout your gut. There is a little adjusting, changing angles, positioning feet. You feel each thrust and hear the wet rhythmic slaps. Soon there is gasping, quiet nickering, and low moans from both of you. Noises that are mostly absorbed by the soft office carpet and furniture.
The side of your face slides against the cool finish of your desk as Reggie hits his stride. You clench down on the cock sliding around inside of you and are rewarded with a choked gasp from behind you. Reggie grunts and drives deep. He grinds the base of his shaft against you.
You give yourself over to it, waves of heat pulse through you. The spasms and contractions of your sex are no longer voluntary. Your sides heave as an explosive gasp is forced from your throat.
Reggie's rhythm breaks down. He releases your tail and grasps tightly onto your waist with both hands. Twice he slams his hips violently against you, rocking both you and your desk. With a shudder he pulls you back tightly against him. You feel him twitch and swell inside of you. Reggie shivers involuntarily as he pumps a massive load of his seed into you.
You make a gagging, choking sound as every muscle lining your vagina spasms and contracts simultaneously. The waves of your first orgasm have not yet fully subsided as this second, unexpected, orgasm crashes your nervous system. For a moment all is white noise and static.
Occasionally you will feel an extra pressure deep, a little spurt, as an equine partner cums inside of you, rarely, and never with partners of other species. This was different, this was spectacular. This felt as if Reggie erupted deep inside of you. It wasn't a single spurt but a prolonged stream.
You shiver as the intensity of the feeling begins to fade. The pair of you begin to relax as Reggie becomes flaccid inside of you. As his penis slides out it is followed by a torrent of warm sticky fluid. The stream splashes at Reggie's hooves. It courses down the inside of your thighs matting your fur and puddling around your hooves.
You had heard this about zebras, but this was your first experience with it. Because zebra mares had many partners, more than their other equine cousins, zebra stallions tend to produce copious sperm and deliver it with enough velocity that it washes out the sperm of rivals. Still bent over your desk, that is what you think about as you try to catch your breath. You continue everting. Fluid trickles out from inside you with each contraction. You now consider how difficult it's going to be to clean up the mess.
As you start to stand up Reggie places a hand on your rump. "Stay there Kayde, let me do a little clean up first."
You twist around to see what the little zebra is up to. Reggie opens his messenger bag and triumphantly pulls out a towel.
'Smart kid' you think, "So, you came prepared."
Reggie grins, "Never leave home without your towel."
Reggie starts at your ankles, dabbing and rubbing at your wet fur. He works his way up to your inner thighs.
"Lift your tail please."
You comply.
"I'm going to get a little personal here." he warns.
"How much more personal can we get." you snort.
As he gently daubs and rubs at you with the towel you have another gentle and discrete orgasm.
When finished Reggie places the towel over the huge wet spot on the floor. "If you sprinkle some baking soda over that the stain will come right out."
Still bent over the desk you look back at the little zebra, you raise an eyebrow, "And how would you know that..."
Reggie shrugs, "You don't grow up in a zebra home without learning the basics."
With a groan you straighten, you stretch out the tense muscles of your back, you stand and turn around. Reggie smiles, you see that he is already at half mast and near ready to go again.
"Humm...You wouldn't happen to have a second towel in there would you?"
Reggie's smiles turns into grin. "As it happens, today was laundry day..." He pulls another towel out from his bag and hands it to you. In his bag you see at least one or two more towels.
You lay the offered towel down on the floor. Sitting on the towel you grab your ankles and pull your hooves up high and wide as you lay back. "Looks like you'll just have to do laundry again."
Two towels later, you and Reggie dress. You escort him out of your office and out to the street. With a hug and a kiss you send him on his way.
As you pass Glenda's desk she hands you a box of baking soda. "Here, I think you'll need this. Baking soda's been very popular around here the last month or so."
Open mouthed you take the box from the older wolf.
Glenda shrugs, a wistful smile warms her muzzle. She points to carpet next to her desk. "It really works."
"You?"
"Why not me?" Glenda looks insulted, then sighs "actually twice, bent me right over my desk the first time. We used the couch in the lounge the second time, on account of my poor old back you see."
Glenda laughs, you join her.
"Anyone else?"
Glenda's brow furrows in mock concentration, "Pretty sure all the girls except Vicky, and from what I heard it wasn't for lack of trying on his part."
Vicky was the lone human on the staff. Not that she was a prude or anything, you heard that she had a thing with a wolf once. It's just that humans were kind of small in that department, you'd imagine that it wouldn't be too pleasant for her.
Glenda continues, "I'm pretty sure you were the last."
"That little bastard" you shake your head, "What was that poor puppy stuff you were giving me?"
Glenda sniffs again, "He's had the hots for you since day one. I figured since he gave me the best poking I've had in years that I'd throw the puppy a bone."
On your way back to your office you consider that you'll never quite understand wolves. You deliberate about having a discussion with your staff about molesting future interns, but you chuckle as you imagine Glenda, growling and moaning, her hind paws waving about, toes spread as Reggie's stripped ass pumps up and down between her open, furry thighs.
You finish cleaning up your office. You feel sticky, tired, and frankly, just a little sore.
It's a little after three in the afternoon.
| Furry Status (you) | ||
| Health | 100 | Equipment:
Work Clothes |
| Gender | Female | |
| Species | Equine | |
