Wilder Tastes

Patting his belly as he leaned back, Henry huffed as he glanced at his wife, the otter pair both smiling as he took a sip of his drink, 
“Thank you for yet another delicious meal.”
The woman chuckled, standing up and grabbing the plates from the table, bringing them over to the sink as Henry helped with the glasses, clearing the table and loading up the dishwasher. The couple moved into the living room, collapsing side by side on the couch as Henry flicked on the TV, settling down to rest off the filling dinner they'd just had. The idyllic sight of the husband and wife on the sofa might've seemed like the perfect household, but Henry was harbouring quite a few secrets from his partner, something that the man hoped she'd never find out about. Though Henry loved his wife, she wasn't quite as active, or as kinky, in bed as he was, which left him feeling a little unfulfilled when it came to that side of their relationship. He'd tried to get the woman to spice up their sex a few times, bringing in everything from toys to handcuffs, but his wife never quite seemed to be a huge fan of anything besides very vanilla lovemaking: no sneaky quickies in the shopping mall bathrooms, no cunnilingus during their walks in the forest, not even a little domination to change up the pace, just a single round of doggy or missionary and then a kiss before going to sleep. His pent up desires had left Henry to search for something to satiate him on the side, though he didn't want to risk another relationship with someone, fearing that getting involved deeper with anyone would eventually lead to his wife figuring it out. Wanting nothing more than sex, the otter quickly turned to prostitution for the answer, searching seedy sites for women he'd hire. The man had already fucked several ladies of the night, having become somewhat of a regular with a few of them, becoming more and more experimental with every session as his nervousness about cheating on his wife eased up. Henry started with a few sketchy massage places that offered happy finishes before moving to full on hookers, quickly getting into ones that offered femdom and bondadge right after, before finally searching for barely legal teens to fulfill his perverted tastes. But lately, even the 18 year old girls dolled up in school uniforms and swimsuits had stopped being quite so exciting to the otter, leading him to search for something even more taboo once more. 

Sitting on the sofa, pretending to pay attention to the show playing on TV, Henry kept constantly glancing at his phone laying on the coffee table, an uneasy look on his face as he fidgeted around nervously. His wife noticed him seemingly unable to stay still, slipping a hand around the man's shoulders as she nuzzled up against his cheek, 
“Something wrong, sweetie?”
Quickly putting on a smile, Henry shrugged off her worries, 
“Nothing, just… just trying to remember if I got everything squared off at work like I was supposed to.”
“Come on now, stop worrying about work, it's almost weekend already.”
“Yeah, you're right.”
Staring at the TV, Henry's eyes still occasionally flicked down to stare at his phone as he sighed softly, tapping his fingers on his leg. Thanks to a friend of a friend, and a few hours spent digging through a few shady sites, the otter had managed to come across a phone number of a very special prostitute, someone that he was debating whether to contact or not. Everything he'd done so far would be utterly overshadowed by what he was planning, and his entire life could easily be destroyed if he did indeed step over that final line, but he still couldn't get it out of his head. Finally, after hesitating the whole evening, Henry stood up and grabbed his phone, heading upstairs as he gave his wife a fake smile, 
“Sorry, I just… I gotta make sure I didn't forget to… send over some documents to a guy at my work. I'll be right back.”
Scurrying into the bedroom, quietly closing the door behind him, the mustelid tapped out the number he'd written down, his thumb hovering over the dial button for a few more seconds before he pressed it with a shaky sigh. The phone only rang for a moment before it was answered, a very young feminine voice calling out for him on the other end, 
“Hello?”
For a split second, Henry thought about just hanging up, fighting his nerves as he cleared his throat, 
“Hey, I was calling about your… umm… your… services?”
He could hear the girl giggling, blushing as she spoke in an almost mocking voice,
“You wanna fuck me, perv~?”
Hearing a preteen speaking in such a way shocked Henry, though it also instantly got him hard, his voice shaking as he whispered just to make sure his wife couldn't hear anything, 
“Y… yeah”
“Why are you whispering? Don't want your family to hear how you're calling a ten year old girl just to pound her~?”
Feeling his dick dripping into his boxers, Henry gulped as the girl continued, 
“You know the deal: money first, and I give you the time and the place. And you'd better be on time, I don't give refunds, no matter what.”
“O… okay.”
The man could hear the cub grinning on the other end of the line,
“And my name’s Emma, but you can call me mistress~”
Feeling his heart skip a beat, his breathing getting more rapid as he imagined what the girl looked like, the otter nodded, 
“I will, m… mistress.”
“Good, I'll text you where you can send the money.”
Putting his phone away, Henry had to take a few minutes to calm down and tuck away his erection before heading back downstairs to his wife, trying to look as nonchalant as he could as she turned to him,
“Get that thing at work sorted out?”
“Oh, yep, all done…”

After sending off the money in the dead of night, quietly tapping away at his phone while his wife was asleep next to him, Henry waited nervously, flinching as the phone suddenly buzzed with a text message, giving him the address of a local motel and a date of the upcoming Saturday. Unable to think of much else besides the meetup, the otter waded through the remaining days until the weekend, counting down the hours until Saturday morning finally arrived. He'd made sure not to cum even once, as hard as it might've been at times as he was imagining what might be waiting for him, doing his best not to ruin his appetite before the meeting. Leaving his home soon after breakfast, making up an excuse about meeting up with a friend who was visiting the city to his wife, Henry hurried over to the motel mentioned in the text message, his eyes constantly flicking down to the clock to make sure he wouldn't be late, arriving at the place almost half an hour ahead of time. The motel wasn't particularly glamorous, worn down and seedy, seeming like the sort of joint that was used for everything except staying overnight in, even offering up the rooms by the hour. Waiting in his car, nervously fidgeting and squirming around, constantly looking around for any signs of his date or anyone else who might've been staring at him funny, paranoid about getting caught in some sort of a sting operation. After some time, Henry finally spotted someone arriving into the motel parking lot on a bike through his rear view mirror, turning it to get a better look. The girl was a little hyena, with fluffy brown fur and white hair styled into a sideshave, wearing a tank top, jeans, and heavy black boots, a backpack slung around her shoulder. Emma rode her bike right next to the otter's car, taking one peek at the nervous looking man inside and deducing that he was her client for the day, giving his window a knock and waiting with a smirk as he rolled it down, 
“Hey, you my client?”
“Uhh… yeah. You're Emma, right?”
Narrowing her eyes, widening her grin to give the otter a flash of the sharp teeth waiting in her maw, the hyena grabbed Henry's chin like a parent disciplining her child,
“What did I say about addressing me~?”
“M… mistress, you're my mistress!”
“That's right~”
The cub let go of the otter, giving his snout a playful stroke as she wiped her hair out the way of her face, nodding towards the front desk as she took off to park her bike out the back of the motel, 
“Now go get us a room. I'll wait out here, they're gonna call the cops if they see a guy like you getting a motel room here with a girl my age, and I don't have time for that shit.”
Watching the little hyena disappear, a thrilled shiver ran down Henry's spine, leaving him sitting in his car, flustered and fully hard, trying to think up of how he could hide his erection while going to get a room. Though maybe he wouldn't even need to bother to, based on how skeevy the motel seemed. 

With a motel room rented out for the evening, Henry hurried back out of the reception, glancing at the key he'd been given and scanning the rows of rooms outside, trying to find the right number. He spotted Emma coming around the corner just as he found the right room, giving the cub a nod as she walked over, waiting by his side as he opened up the door. The hyena confidently marched right in before the man had even had the chance to peek in, clicking on the lights. The motel room was very basic, made up of just one larger main room with a bed set opposite a tiny, old TV, and a bathroom tucked into the corner opposite the entrance. Closing the door behind him, Henry gave a soft sigh as he looked around, spotting a few suspicious stains on the carpet as well as the seats as he took off his jacket, getting a chuckle from the girl as she noticed him staring, 
“Someone's got real bad aim, huh?”
Though others might've been turned off by such a seedy sight, the utter degeneracy of the entire situation only worked to further arouse Henry, groaning quietly as his cock throbbed in his pants, leaving a big wet spot on the front of his boxers as a constant trickle of precum leaked out. Almost as eager to get into action as her client, Emma quickly drew the heavy blackout curtains over the motel room window, making sure no one outside could see what was happening inside before grabbing her backpack and heading into the bathroom, winking at the worked up otter from the door, 
“I'm gonna need to get ready, you just get comfortable~”
Nodding as the bathroom door slammed shut, Henry sat down on the bed, his hands still shaking slightly as he undid his belt and zipped down his jeans, pulling out his cock. Listening to the shuffling and panting coming from the bathroom, the man took one last moment to make sure that this truly was what he wanted: waiting dick in hand for a severely underage prostitute to dominate him in a seedy motel room while his wife thought he was just sharing a drink with a workmate. He knew that he could still just drive off, having only lost the money he'd been saving up for some new fishing gear, but his perverted desires overpowered any part of him that still felt hesitant, leaning back with a huff as his cock twitched in his hand, firing a squirt of precum onto the floor to join the other stains already splattering it. After waiting for a few minutes, trying his best to keep his hands off of himself, the otter's decision to stay on course was rewarded as the bathroom door finally opened once more, his breath taken by the sight of the little girl stepping out. Emma was dressed in a black latex outfit that left her flat chest and crotch completely bare, her face partly hidden behind a decorated black masquerade mask, her eyes burning with lust. The fur around her uncovered crotch was already soaked with her juices, her pink and plump lips just begging to be taken, the cub having seemingly spent some of the prep time in the bathroom fluffing herself up to be as utterly tempting as possible. In one hand the cub had a length of rope and in the other a crop whip, licking her lips as she stared at the amazed otter,
“Get on the bed, or you're getting the whip~!”

Too awestruck to say a word, Henry laid back on the bed, unable to pry his eyes off of the ravishing little girl, groaning as his cock reached almost painful levels of erection, pumping a few globs of precum onto his own shirt. Smirking, Emma hopped up onto the bed as well, standing up and stepping over the otter, her feet planted on either side of the man's head to keep him from turning away, forcing his gaze right up at her nethers as she spread her pussy lips apart. Henry needed no coercion to stare up at the entrancing sight of the young hyena's dripping wet cunny, just a single whiff of her inebriating aroma getting him right up to the point of climaxing, giving a needy whimper as a few drops of her aromatic nectar dripped down onto his snout, soaking into his fur. Caressing the man's cheek with her whip, Emma grinned and tapped the headrest of the bed, 
“Arms up here~”
“Y… yes, mistress.”
Henry lifted his hands up over his head, his eyes wide as the cub suddenly squatted down over his face, trapping him between the hyena's thighs, his snout pressed right up against her mound, overpowered by her wonderful scent and taste. The otter immediately opened his mouth for an even better taste of the cub, only getting a single lick of the girl's soft folds before her crop slapped against his thigh, causing him to jump with a yip as she grabbed his hair, glaring down at him with a stern smile, 
“You do what I say, not a single thing more, you pedophile~!”
Still grimacing from the sting of the kid's whip, Henry mumbled while her pussy lips rubbed up against his snout, teasing him with her irresistible slit, 
“Yes, mistress!”
Running her tongue over her rows of teeth, Emma grabbed the man's wrists and tied them up to the poles of the bed with the rope she'd brought with him, making sure to constantly keep rubbing and grinding her cunt on his face the whole time, moaning softly as she teased him. Knowing there was nothing more the mustelid would've loved to do than to sink his tongue deep into her wet mound, the girl smirked at the desperation in her client's gaze, taking her sweet time with her knots as she bound the man up, making sure he was fully at her mercy. 

With his face trapped between the cub's thighs, his nose pressed right up against her clit and his mouth hanging open to catch the hyena's delicious drippings, Henry could only feel the ropes tightening around his wrists, grunting softly as he yanked on the bindings tied to the bed poles. Finishing tying up her client, Emma took a few moments longer to enjoy riding the otter's muzzle, smirking as she moaned softly while running her hands along her smooth latex outfit, rubbing her flat chest and playing with her nipples as she glanced down at the man soaked in her juices. Peeking behind her, the girl saw Henry's cock standing up straight, throbbing and quivering as it leaked all over his crotch, drenching his shirt and pants in precum, desperate for relief. Giggling, the hyena rose off of the mustelid’s face, slowly turning around onto all fours with her flank pointed at Henry's face, her tail lifted up to make sure he'd be staring at her slit and tailhole the whole time. With a needy whimper, the tied up otter admired the cub's perfect pink mound and pucker as she leaned her muzzle down to his cock, opening her maw and very nearly taking it in her mouth, stopping at the very last second to just breathe on it as he squirmed, humping the air, 
“Oh, looks like someone's desperate to fuck a little girl~”
Crawling forwards, the hyena sat down on top of her client, facing him as she gently squeezed his girth between her thighs, pressing her hot and slippery lips against the throbbing shaft, slowly grinding her cunt on his manhood as he tossed his head back with a whine. The feel of the young prostitute’s pussy rubbing up on his sensitive pole was incredible, smearing her juices along the entire length as her plump thighs squeezed and massaged him, but it only served to tease him further, giving him a small sliver of the heaven that actually sinking into the girl's pussy would feel like. Smirking as she watched the desperate man moaning and writhing around on the bed, Emma stuck her bare paws into the otter's face, sticking her tongue out with a mischievous smile as she giggled, 
“Give my paws a kiss, and I just might let you fuck me~”
Needing no further motivation, Henry's moans turned to muffled panting as he immediately planted his lips against the soft pawpads of the little hyena, kissing her feet as her toes gripped his nose, blushing from the humiliation as his cock pulsed between the girl's thighs, soaking her crotch in his pre as she snickered, 
“You're so pathetic, embarrassing yourself like this just to molest a cub, I hope your family never learns what kind of a pervert you are~”

Emma let the otter make out with her paws for some time before she finally pulled them off of the pent up man's face, wiping his drool off on his own chest before slowly rising up to her knees, spreading her pussy lips apart as her entrance hovered right over his tip. Panting like a wild beast, Henry stared at his cock just barely grazing the hyena's pussy lips, whimpering as he yanked against his restraints, trying to buck up against the cub, unable to bear the teasing. Relishing Henry's desperation, the cub didn't let him thrust inside of her, laughing at the man's attempts as she continued to just very gently grind her mound on his tip, making sure that he knew who was in control of the situation, moaning as squirts of his precum splashed her clit and her fingers. Finally, after giving the otter the worst case of blue balls he'd had to endure in his life, Emma eventually decided to let him get a taste of the heaven he'd been so ravenous for, grabbing the base of his slippery shaft and pressing her spread open lips down against his girth, moaning with a look of bliss on her face as he sunk inside. Henry meanwhile was howling with pleasure, unable to handle the utterly overwhelming sensation of the girl taking him balls deep. She was so incredibly tight, like she was still a virgin, every inch of her hugging his cock as her wriggling and swaying caused her walls to ripple with waves of clenches. The hyena's tightness was balanced out by just how wet she was, soaked like she'd been waiting to be fucked all week long, constantly drooling onto his crotch even as she rode on his girth, the wet slaps and girly moans getting him off almost as well as the feel of her snug cunny. Henry had never felt anything near as good as the little cub's pussy, and he was already on the verge of exploding by the third thrust that she gave him, almost ready to give in and finally release the huge load brewing in his sack when Emma suddenly swatted him on the nose with her whip, snapping him to attention as she scowled at him, 
“Don't you dare cum before I do!”
Gritting his teeth and grimacing as he did his best to follow his mistress’ orders, the otter strained to hold on for dear life as the hyena mercilessly rode him, moaning as her lips gripped his girth, sliding up and down his length. Grunting every time the girl slammed down on his cock, praying she'd cum fast as he used every ounce of his will and concentration to hold back from blowing his load, the tied up man contorted and twisted on the bed, pushed right up to the edge before Emma suddenly screamed and trembled. The cub rubbed on her clit as her walls clamped down around the cock hilted in her pussy, screaming as she squirted, her spray managing to reach all the way up to her client's chest as she came. At the very same heartbeat, the second he was allowed to, Henry climaxed as well, grunting as he came so hard he nearly blacked out from the intensity, feeling the little dominatrix milking him all the way as he emptied several days worth of seed deep inside of the girl, both moaning loudly as they quivered against one another. 

Panting, Emma kept the exhausted otter inside of her all throughout his orgasm, grinning as she felt him pumping his load, every twitch accompanied by a whimper or a whine from the utterly drained man. She eventually stood up, letting his dick slip out of her mound, huffing as cum drooled out of her slit in long strings and globs, splattering all over her client as well as the bedsheets, making no effort to keep the mess contained. With his cock slapping against his own belly, leaking cum onto his shirt, Henry could barely even see straight or lift up his head, staring up at the ceiling as he saw the girl hop off of the bed, moaning deliriously as she grinned, 
“Hope you hired this hotel room for long enough that you've still got enough time for a thorough shower, ‘cause you stink like a horny ten year old hyena, bet your wife wouldn't like that~”
With a devilish smile, Emma walked over to her backpack, pulling out a baggy hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, pulling them on over her latex outfit as she slipped her mask into the bag, letting the otter's load ooze out into her pants as she slung the backpack over her shoulder. With a casual stroll, the cub walked over to the tied up man and reached into his pocket, pulling out his wallet and taking a wad of cash from it as he groaned, 
“W… wait, what are you doing?”
“Accepting the tip you're so generously giving me, duh~”
Tucking the money into her pocket before tossing the wallet onto the messy mustelid’s belly, Emma turned to leave, not stopping even as Henry's shouted out with worsening panic, 
“Hey, wait, I'm still tied up!”
“Don't worry, I didn't tie those knots too tight, just keep pulling and you'll be able to slip free. And if not, well… someone's gonna hear you yelling sooner or later. Call me when you're ready for a second round~”
With a befuddled look on his face, Henry watched the hyena march out of the motel room, leaving him all alone, his cock still throbbing on his belly, his fur and clothes soaked in the unmistakable scent of a very young girl.