Heaven On The Seventh Floor
©2017-present By J. D. Martelle

Chapter 1

	 Duncan Masters was walking down the street, lost in his own thoughts, wondering where the day was going to take him, looking around at the people passing by, both humans and anthros of all species colors and shapes  smiling to himself at all the 'diversity' he found in this Pacific North West university town. He thought what he could use right now was a nice cuppa java, and so he headed off to his favorite spot in the university district, Hotshot; a rather eclectic  coffeehouse. Heading in, he surveyed the mishmash of tables and the rather unusual collection of customers  scattered around the establishment, at least it will give me a place to sit and take some notes. He thought Stepping up to the counter he was greeted by a lovely Raccoon gal with a very sweet smile.

	“Hello my dear,” he said with a smile glancing at her name tag,  “...Rachel. How is your day going so far? The name's Duncan, Duncan Masters  and it's a pleasure to meet you my dear.” I asked with  a welcoming smile of my own, she returned it.

	“Ya know, the day is not going too bad at all, it's been a long week but I am looking forward to the weekend.” she said with a nod. “What can I get for you today, good sir?” she perked bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet. I liked this gals energy. he thought

	“A large double mocha would be a nice start, and if you are up for a break soon, a bit of company would be very much appreciated, if you would be so inclined?” I asked with a rakish wink. Rachel's eyes widened in surprise. She looked around quickly and nodded with a wide grin.

	“Sure thing sir, that will be three fifty, if you please.” she beamed, seeming honestly glad to receive the invitation.

I handed her a five and said “Keep the change and thank you hon.” I finished turning and choosing a nice table along the wall pulling out my notebook I started to take some notes. A few minutes later a soft voice intruded into my thoughts.

	“Here you are Sir.” she said with a seductive trill in her voice as she set my coffee on the table and slid into the seat across from me. She was wearing a hunter green apron, a blue ruffled blouse and mid-length gray skirt and  green running shoes with pink ankle socks. Her light brown hair was tied back into a pony tail that flowed  to her shoulders.

	“Thank you Rachel, call me Duncan, and I very much appreciate you taking time off to spend with me. I said  taking a long pull on the beverage she had made just for me.

	“Thanks Duncan, it's a pleasure to meet someone nice, you are not looking down your nose at me as if I am just some animal,  and I feel you genuinely care about how I am doing as if it's not just meaningless small talk.” she said resting her chin on her hands leaning on the table, she sighed blinking slowly I knew that look she had been on her feet for hours and it was nice to finally sit if only for a short break.

	“Quite true my dear, I care about the people I interact with. To me, Anthro's are people too, and deserve as much kindness and consideration as anyone else.” I smiled. “Thank you hon, the mocha is wonderful, You got the balance perfect. It speaks well of your skills as a barista; how long have you been working here, if you don't mind me asking?”

	“Oh! Thank you! I've been here for almost three years. I work a few days a week, I am taking an arts  program at U Dub, more like personal enrichment than a career track, not sure where I am going, but thought I might as well do the 'college thing' while I could, ya know?” she said leaning back in the chair and sighing deeply.

	“Feels good to sit down, yes?” I asked with a wink, Rachel looked at me with a nod. “Sore feet?” I ask in an understanding tone. Rachel nodded once more. I rubbed my hands together a few moments, “Care for a quick foot rub?” I ask giving her a knowing nod. “I used to work in a warehouse on my feet twelve hours a day, six days a week on graveyard, I know someone with tired feet when I see them, so I thought I'd offer you a small kindness.” I said giving the Raccoon who sat across from me  a small nod. She looked around a moment and nodded in return slipping her feet out of her green running shoes and placing them in my lap sitting back with a smile as a slight blush scampered across her muzzle.

	“Thanks Duncan, it's not every day I get this kind of an offer.” she said gratefully sitting back slightly as I started my massage, looking down at the pretty pink ankle socks  in my lap I lightly took her feet in my hands and gently began working the tension out of them. Rachel squirmed a bit as I eased the sore spots   skillfully working my fingers between her toe pads  and working my way  up her ankle to ease the tension in her calves. By the time I was finished Rachel looked like I could have poured her into a bucket, her eyes were closed and she had a bucolic smile on her muzzle.  Tapping the arches of her feet indicating  her first session was complete. She blinked slowly, gazing at me with half lidded eyes, 

	“Thank you Duncan, that was amazing! No one has ever offered to do that for me, welll not at work anyway.” she arched her back stretching  as she replaced her shoes on her feet and leaned forward on the table.

	“So, if you don't mind me asking, when do you get off?” I said with the slightest smirk. She looked over at the large antique clock on the wall noting the time.

	“Well,  being four thirty, I usually punch out at five, and unless you have any other plans for tonight, perhaps you would like to follow me home and find out first hand... If you would be interested that is?” she asked with a slight glow in her eyes  as she got up in one fluid motion placing her hand on my shoulder leaning in to whisper into my ear. “Think it over, and if you are up for it,  than I'll see you when I punch out.” she whispered giving me a quick kiss on the cheek as she sashayed back to work.  

#   #
 
	“Ya know Duncan, I  was kinda surprised to see you were still waiting for me after I came in from the back.  I mean it's not every day someone so skillfully flirts with me that I open up enough to not only flirt back a little, but issue an invitation, but your unexpected massage made my feet feel soo much better that I just had to see what other skills you might have. Besides, I've been going through a bit of a dry spell of late, and your marvelous foot job got me more than a bit squishy.” she said with a blush as we walked down the ave.

	“You hungry hon? We could grab a slice and a beer at Pagliacchi's if you'd like, my treat?” I offered. My Raccoon companion perked at my offer and nodded happily.

	“That sounds perfect! Nothing says the weekend's here like pizza and beer!” she chirped as I held the door for her.

	“It may just be a college thing, but I really love the smell of this place, Thanks again Duncan, you are a man after my own heart.” she said looking over the selections on offer.

	“Order what you like hon, I generally pick up a plain cheese and a combo.” I say with a smile seeing a fresh cheese pie being pulled from the oven.

	“Ooh, that sounds nice  I think I'll go for a cheese and a slice of the double mushroom and olives.” she purrs   seeing the otter behind the counter nod with a grin plating up our orders.

Sitting at a table  I place the tray down, Rachel is carrying two large tankards of beer, reminding me of a German beer hall wench. She seems quite happy  with my company as we sit and discuss art, history, pizza and the art of beer brewing. She chose a Mack & Jacks amber ale, a nice full bodied local brew that pares well with pizza. Taking a pull from my own tankard I found it had a nice malty flavor with a mild hoppy finish that cut through the pizza grease rather well.

	“For me, a cheese Pizza is the ultimate test of a good pizzeria; you can hide innumerable sins under a mountain of toppings, but with a plain cheese, there is nowhere to hide. If they can really nail a good cheese pie, than everything else has got to be good.” I say picking up the large thin crust slice folding the back and taking a bite of heaven.

	“Wow, I never thought of it that way,  plane cheese always sounded so boring to me, I had to go for mushrooms and olives or the mega gut-buster super combo's. But this place honestly does a good cheese pizza right.” Rachel said examining her golden slice.
 
	“Oh yeah, good crust, nice rich thick well seasoned tomatoy  sauce, Parm, Romano and stringy mozzarella are all you need for a great pie,  So...ya got any Plans for the weekend?” I asked with interest taking in this lovely Raccoon gal seated across from me. 

	“Not really, might go for a wander along the creek or walk out to the arboretum along lake Washington if I'm feeling ambitious. I usually write off 'Caterday' as a rest and recovery day and laze around the house resting up from the long week... But, I could be open to other activities if I had an overnight guest?” she asked with a flutter of eyelashes. I thought her flirting was just adorable.

	“Well my dear Rachel, let it not be said that I would ever turn down a lovely lady's open invitation, for to do so would be considered... Rude.” I inclined my head, she giggled hoisting her tankard in toast.

	“To a wonderful evening of exploration and...Discovery!” she declared clacking our tankards.

#   #

	“Wow, you landed a place in Griffith hall. I remember when they were rehabbing these a few years back, looks like some pretty swanky digs, my dear.” I said as we were waiting for the light to change  standing across the street from the new high rise student housing. She looked at me  making a face.

	“Swanky Digs? Well I guess it was really nice I got to move in when I first arrived and my place does have a great view, I'm up on the seventh floor. Rather nice until the elevator stops working then I have to shlep my way up and down seven flights of stairs.” She huffed as we crossed the street.

Stepping into the elevator she punched the seven of nine floor button. I grinned at her. Rachel tilted her head.
	“Dee, dah dee dee dee dah, dee dee dah dah, dee dee dah dee dah” I humm Rachel looks at me completely clueless as the elevator slowly ascends.
	“What on earth Is that?” she asked.

	“The Girl from Ipanema! Classic elevator music.” I reply with a grin. Rachel rolls her eyes then giggles despite her best efforts. I take her in my arms and start to sway to the imaginary music as I start to croon... “Brown and  Tan and young and lovely: the Raccoon from Ipanema goes walking, and when she passes, each one she passes, goes Ahhhh...” I finish, giving her a twirl in the intimate space of the elevator

	“Duncan you are so totally Random! I love it!” She pats my shoulder leaning in to kiss me. The Ding of the elevator breaks the spell.

	“Seventh floor,  sporting goods,  ladies intimate apparel,  art supplies and Raccoony boudoir.” she said in a voice husky enough to pull a sled as she backed out of the open doors and  almost dancing her way down the hall all the while giving me the most seductive look I have received in what felt like years.
	'Oh yes, this gal knows exactly what she's doing tonight. I love a woman with enough confidence to be sexy.” I say to myself as I follow her down the hall to her door.

	“Welcome to my humble abode good sir, room 707,enter freely and of your own will.” She  said with a mischievous Raccoony grin.

	“I'll definitely keep that in mind for later my dear sweet Love Bandit. Wow, nice place you have here.” I said taking in what would normally be drab student housing. Rachel had transformed it into a one of a kind  sensual delight. Her art was hung all over the walls, paintings, frame sketches of cityscapes,  a few erotic nudes both humans and anthro's. the gal had talent, I thought.

	“Love Bandit?” she asked rolling her eyes as I turn to admire my companion for the evening.

	“Yes, Love Bandit. A very special title for a very special young lady, and my companion for the evening.” I say holding my arms wide, she beams happily and rushes to fill them kicking the door shut with her foot in the process.

Hugging her tight, I spun her around the room. 

	“Eee! You are So much Fun! But please put me down so I can get comfortable.” Rachel giggled.
 Setting her lightly on her feet again, she beamed taking two steps back kicking off the shoes, she reached down grasped the hem of the ruffled blouse and pealed it off to reveal a bra in gossamer lavender.  I had to admit I had never before seen such a shear translucent support garment it looked like it was woven from the finest silk. It outlined the Raccoon gals 'C' cups  like a second skin, with her large pink nipples straining to be free.

	“Wow, you look lovely Rachel... Please, Free the Twins!” I applauded appreciatively, she grinnd  curtsying a moment before touching a spot between her succulent breasts and the garment seemed to vanish, before she then pulled off something that looked like half an ounce of  condensed smoke with a flourish.

	“Amazing” I said.

	“Feels so nice to be out of that, it does the job just fine, but after  twelve hours it gets a tad constricting.” She said cupping, fondling and sensually caressing her tan furred well sculpted breasts, that from my vantage point seemed to defy gravity.

Reaching back she unfastened the tail strap on the hem of her skirt and it dropped to the floor with a whisper  as she daintily stepped out of it  leaving her clad in gossamer lavender panties that matched her bra and  a pair of pink ankle socks.

	“Like what you see so far, Good Sir?” she asked, pirouetting in place.

	“Verry much my dear Rachel, you look incredible, I'd go so far as to call you, Heaven on the Seventh Floor. I take it you find removing your clothes at the end of the day helps remove the stresses of the day at the same time, yes?” I ask. The look of shock turned to happy recognition when she realized that I understood her philosophy without the need of a cumbersome explanation.

	“Yes! That's Exactly the way I feel! and believe me Duncan, there are some days I can't wait to get home and strip off the frustrations of the outside world. This place has become my refuge and my sanctuary... it is really nice to share it with someone who understands me.” Rachel sighed stepping back into my welcoming embrace.

	“Any time, sweet stuff,” I said hugging her again as we made our way over to the  large picture window just looking at the reflection of the lights over the water. I slowly moved behind her, resting my hands on her very tense shoulders and started to lightly massage away the tension she had collected as she started to relax after a stressful week.

	“Oh gods, you have like Forever to stop that Duncan. And here I thought only Raccoons were good with our paws.” Rachel trilled softly as I slowly worked the knots  out of her shoulders lightly running my hands down her back I knew I was in for at least a couple hours of work if I was going to massage her into a proper boneless Jello state, this, I felt, was more like an appetizer.

	“We have all night, so no rush, unless you had something else in mind?” I asked. “Just an FYI, my weekend is totally open, so consider this  part of the unwinding process and getting to know each other.” I finished by dragging my thumbs through her shoulder muscles  causing the lovely Raccoon to groan in pleasure   making her knees go weak. Rachel leaned forward bracing her hands on the window sill as I got the worst of the tension out of her shoulders.

	“How's that hon?” I asked after about ten more minutes of light massage.  she rolled her shoulders for a few moments turning to seat herself on the window sill looking at me with a soft smile.

	“That... that is really nice! Thanks Duncan, feels much better.” 

	“All part of my nefarious plan, Love Bandit.” I chuckled winking at her playfully.

	“Oh Really? Do tell, you wicked human you.” She asked crossing her arms under her lovely breasts smirking at me.

	“Oh I just plan on massaging you into a boneless Jello state, at some point tonight is all.” I said matter of factly.

	“Oh, is That all? Well I don't think I'll object too strongly to that proposition good sir. She smiled liking the sound of that.

	“Good girl. Now, I think we both have a pretty good idea of where this evening slash weekend is going, but I would like to get to know your boundaries first. Being an art student, obviously nudity is not an issue, which I find rather refreshing and I understand that nudity is not an automatic invitation to more intimate activity. I grew up in the 60's, I get it. Call me an old hippie if ya like, but I try and live beyond labels myself. We can talk about this later if you like, but I wanted you to understand where I am coming from, if that's okay with you Rachel?” I asked reaching out and caressing her cheek and jawline.

	“Oh, um No, that's fine, and you are right. I'm so glad you understand nudity was never an issue for me. I have classes three days a week working towards my Bachelors degree in art. I also pose a few times a month for life drawing. I suspected you would be both interesting and hopefully fun to spend some time with. I've dated my share of humans from time to time and it's been a mixed bag. But right now I feel this is heading for more than a one night stand,  first let me say, Thank you, for waiting for me and agreeing to at least being interested enough in seeing where this could go. I am finding it more than a bit refreshing not having to explain  my world view. You are more open than I was expecting, truth be told I was figuring on  maybe a quick romp in the sack, maybe if you stuck around some fun in the morning would be great but now, who knows? I for one want to see what you can bring to the table as it were, and Yeah, I think it is a fantastic idea to find out what we are each into, it helps keep things from getting weird... But I must say Duncan, you seem to be a tad bit....Overdressed for this little shin-dig?” Rachel finished with a smile and started to unbutton my shirt. “Though I will say I love a guy rocking a kilt.”

Once we had each other 'more comfortable' we both stood and openly admired  the other. I smiled at her  noticing that she was still wearing panties and her socks. I smirked with a grin.

	“What?” she asked  with a tilt of her head.

	“Now who's a tad bit overdressed?” I asked pointing to her feet.

	“Oh! Right, sorry... forgot those last bits.

	“Sokay, I Like your, Bits.” I fired back with a chuckle.

	Oh! Thank you, I think I am fairly well put together.” she said cupping a furry boob. 

	“Mind if I help you peal out of those purple gossamer panties my dear? I ask.

	“Oh, Yes please, Thank you. I love my spider silk shear undies but sometimes they are more fun to have someone else remove them for you.”

	“Not unlike Gift wrap, though if I'm being honest, they don't conceal much of anything, not that I have any complaints, mind you;  When I first saw them on you it was like you were wearing solidified smoke.” I said kneeling in front of this stunning nearly naked Raccoon  and hooked my thumbs through the waistband on either side of her  hips and slowly pealed her out of them.  As she stepped out of them I found myself  staring at her lovely downy furred crotch, delicate lips glistening with  arousal. I flicked a glance up and grinned. Rachel reached down running her fingers through my hair.

	“I should probably say hello, only proper, right?” I asked with a wink. 

	“Yes please.” she said taking a more accommodating stance leaning back against the picture window as I leaned in catching a whiff of her spicy scent before planting the lightest of kisses on her lips. Rachel murred in pleasure. Suddenly hissing in surprise as I flicked my tongue along her dew dappled labia getting a first true taste of my Raccoon lover. 

	“Oh my God, YES!” Rachel hissed parting her thighs,  rocking her hips forward and holding the back of my head as I licked my way into paradise.
 Leaning against the windowpane gave her a  position to grant me better access to her most feminine of charms. She was sweet and tangy with a slight wild muskiness I found incredibly arousing. Feeling her legs trembling I knew she was close, pulling back a moment I made eye contact. 

	“Ready to go over the edge?” I asked, she rapidly shook her head.

	No no not here, couch! I don't want to fall through the window!” she managed through ragged breaths I  moved and stood  draping her over my shoulder with a surprised  squeal moving her to the couch laying her out before finishing her off. Less than a minute later she grabbed a throw pillow, screaming out her ecstasy as I hummed deep into her pleasure garden.  'Yup, She's a screaming bed wench' I thought. As I moved up into position to cuddle her as she recovered from her pique.

	“Oh...Oh... Oh...my...Gawd! Where...where did you learn to Do that!” Rachel gasped as she slowly brought her breathing under control.

	“Just being, Polite, Love Bandit, I Did tell you that I was going to say 'hello', didn't I?”
I asked caressing her hip and flank as she wrapped herself around me as we cuddled on the couch.

	“Well...Yeah, but I wasn't expecting That! That was one hell of a greeting! Most guys, if they go down there at all, will at best plant a few quick kisses and then try and split me open with their rock hard Dicks.” she recounted.

	“Damn amateurs.” I muttered darkly. “ Sorry my dear, but I feel that if I am going to be spending some intimate time in a lovely woman's company, it behooves me to make sure that she is properly warmed up beforehand, so we may both extract the most pleasure from the encounter.” I say matter of factly. Rachel hugged me tightly.

	“Thank you good Sir, I suppose there is a first time for everything.” she murrs contentedly trilling softly as I caress and gently explore the Raccoony landscape before me.

	“While we haven't discussed all the ground rules, I think we can safely take oral off the table as not something you object to, correct?” I asked with a smile. Rachel looked at me  nodding enthusiastically  leaning in to lick some of her honey from my face.

	“Quite correct. I found the experience quite mind blowing, actually. Thank you very much. What about you?” She asked propping herself up on one elbow to get a better look at me.

	“I can honestly say I like it as much as any other healthy well adjusted adult. For me, intimate acts of love and passion can transcend into the sacred, it can also be just a wonderfully fun time  spent with someone special. There is nothing wrong with casual sex, but why stop there?” I ask with a wink.

	“Wow, never thought of it like that, there have been times when I am having to rub one out, it becomes...More, but I just chalked it up to a fresh set of batteries for Bob.” Rachel admitted.

	“Ah, the old 'Battery Operated Boyfriend' a lonely gals best friend.  Nothing wrong with toys but I find they lack a certain intimate connection, like cuddles in the afterglow, but than again there are things to be said for 'Sex For One' if you know what I mean. It's a great way for a gal to get in touch with her pleasure responses and learn what makes her feel really good. Sure, there are some insecure guys that see toys as a threat, but honestly, they can make a fun time even better with the right application.” I said seeing the shocked look on my lovers face I realized I missed a step.

	“Okay, while what I said may be shocking, I forgot to warn you that I have No fences around my mind. That means there are No 'Taboo' subjects with me. Meaning we can discuss anything you want. It sometimes throws people for a loop, but I find it's the fastest way to honest communication without the old ego getting in the way. Ya dig?” I asked with a wink. Rachel looked like she was buffering for a few moments while she processed this information overload.

	“Yes....No....Wow...Really?” she asked as her orgasm scrambled brain tried to make the necessary connections to hold a basic conversation. I smiled with a nod and kissed her on the nose.

	“Yeah, sorry. It's kind of unfair to hit you with that while your brain is still off in post orgasmic bliss burg. But we got into a bit of playful pat and tickle before we reached full disclosure.”

	“Sokay... that was wonderfully unexpected. As I may have mentioned, I've been going through a bit of a dry spell, and despite the precieved reputation of art students, I don't consider myself a wonton Slut, not that I don't know a few  who would qualify, but I like to think I'm a bit more, discerning than some I could mention.” Rachel huffed.

	“Don't worry my dear, I don't consider you anything near a Slut,  than again, you say that like it's a bad thing, in my book it just means a gal is acting like your typical guy when it comes to sex.  You should be as free as you wish to be pursuing your passions, it falls back to the old double standard. If a guy goes out and plows his way through half the school, he's seen as a 'stud'  but if a gal decides to sample her way through the male buffet, she's labeled a Slut, it's the exact same behavior, so where is the  equality in that?” I ask as Rachel crawled on top of me folding her arms over my barrel chest and resting her chin on her hands gazing into my eyes with a bemused  smile. I take this opportunity to place my hands on her lower back and start  working the area around the base of her tail. Rachel's reaction is immediate; she goes limp as overcooked pasta as I stimulate the pleasure centers  located there. Groaning deeply  wiggling her hips as I slowly massage the area and then grip the base of her tail  gently tugging.

	“Holy fucking Balls! Duncan, where did you.... Oh gods more!” she huffs as her platued arousal suddenly spikes and she grinds her crotch into my stiff manhood parting her lips. Locking eyes with mine, bracing her open palms on my chest she pushes herself back impaling herself. I take a firm grip on her hips and push  her down as I slide into her hot liquid depths, thrusting deeply she throws her hed back crying out in unexpected passion as my shaft fills her,  stretching her inner walls as she takes me to the hilt, I feel her inner walls ripple and dance around my shaft lingering echoes of her last release.

Rachel sits up straddling my lap cupping her breasts toying with her erect nipples eyes glazing over in rising passion as she slowly rocks her hips in a primal erotic mating dance.
I run a hand up from her hip across her soft belly fur up the valley between her breasts cupping and fondling the surprisingly firm yet  yielding flesh in turn, running my thumb over the craggy peak of a stiff dusky rose pink nipple and around her crinkly aureole bringing a hiss of pleasure as she rocks her hips more insistently while my other hand wraps around the base of her thick floofy brown and tan ringed tail, tugging increasing the erotic stimulation locking my eyes with hers  I see the arousal blazing behind them.

	“ Slut...” I say through a grin giving a last hard thrust. Rachel arches her back as her pleasure spikes, washing away her perceptions as she is lost once again to ecstatic release of a full body orgasm.

Panting hard as she collapses  on me, completely spent, babbling incoherently, I run my hands up and down her back as she recovers. Judging by the deep rhythmic breathing my lover is sound asleep laying atop me like a loving furry blanket, 'La Petit Mort' I think and I am content to just lay here running my fingers through her thick silky fur being November her winter coat having grown in I marvel at it's warmth, insulating and incredibly soft at the same time as her inner walls slowly twitch  as she sleeps off her second orgasmic release of the evening, I suspect there will be quite a few more before the sun rises, she Did mention that she had been going through a bit of a dry spell. I smirk to myself glad to be able to help a gal out. I spent the next quarter hour  lost in her amazingly broad floofy tail.

#   #

	About half an hour later, Rachel trills and stretches, refreshed from her post orgasmic nap. Wiggling slightly she notices she is still impaled on my rock hard manhood.  I have my hands resting on her well muscled  rump caressing the furry globes.

	“Well hello there, have a nice nap?” I ask twitching my cock causing her belly to jump in surprise.

	“Whoa you are Still hard? didn't you get off yet?” she asked, honestly surprised at the predicament she finds herself in.

	“Hmmm?” I ask and twitch once more deep within her. “I guess not, no rush though, we have all night and perhaps all weekend to completely explore each other Love Bandit. I really hope you don't mind me calling you that, it just seems to be so appropriate to our situation.” I say  cupping the lovely furry globes of her ass appreciatively. Rachel eeps in surprise.

	“Actually, you'd be the first to ever call me that, at least in a non mocking way, but truth be told, coming from you, I actually kinda like it.” she said nuzzling my face with her muzzle, her delicate whiskers tickled. “Oh, an I am really liking what you are doing back there with my Raccoony rump.” She said with a saucy wiggle. “I've never woken up having a guy still deep inside of me, it feels a lot better than the times I've passed out with bob stuffed in me. There was this one time, at band camp...” Rachel paused with an open muzzled grin painting her face. I swatted her on the tush, she yelped as the giggles bubbled forth.

	“Band Camp, huh?” I chuckled and she fell into a helpless giggle fit while clutching her ribs. 

	“Sorry Sorry Sorry, it was just too funny to pass up! Ya know, this feels Really Nice! Just playing with a lover with no drama or any expectations just being in the moment together.” she said reaching out to caress my cheek regarding me with half lidded eyes. And murring in contentment.

	“Yeah, I kinda got lost in that magnificent tail of yours. Being my first Raccoon, I was really hoping to get the chance to fully explore you, and while you were passed out, I just contented myself with the lovely internal massage you were giving me as you recovered. Fortunately, not being genetically compatible does have it's advantages, which led me to contemplating all the places I could deliver a load into your sweet sweet body, my dear.” I paused to trace a finger up her spine to come to rest at the back of her neck and began  massaging that area working my way up to the base of her skull and ending by tracing my fingers over those very expressive ears.

Feeling her shiver in pleasure at my ministrations made me smile.  This was far more fun than I would have ever expected.

	“You are such a naughty human! Wanting to take advantage of a poor sweet innocent  Raccoon art student.... But you bring up a very good point, which is why we can be so free loving in this encounter, there is no way you could ever impregnate me, meaning if you chose to, you could tie me to my bed, pump your love sauce  deep in my vaginal vault, making me come, squirting it into my womb filling me over and over again, satiating your wild animal lust on my willing body, and there would be no unfortunate consequences afterwards... other than perhaps making me walk funny the next day... Which I would be totally cool with, by the way.” Rachel trilled, her voice getting husky with her own arousal.  as she started to rhythmically  massage my shaft with her inner walls feeling her becoming slicker with renewed arousal.

	“Tie you to your bed, huh?” I asked slipping my hand to the base of her skull and  take a fistful of her thick chestnut mane  causing her to arch her neck slightly  constricting me deep within her. 'Sooo, she liked a bit of power play did she?' I thought. “Ever been flogged, Love Bandit?” I asked with a wolfish grin. Her eyes went wide and she grinned with an eager nod.

	“Yes and Yes,Please!” she said eagerly. “I Adore power play, it would usually take me weeks to arrange  a play session, since you seem to know what you are doing, and if you are game, perhaps I can show you my toy box and we can talk about doing a scene?” she asked hopefully. I graciously acquiesced. She stood next to the couch, surveying her handiwork,  her eyes falling on my sex slicked crotch and rampant erection.

	“Such a sticky mess I made.” she beamed and then dropped to her knees and in one smooth motion took me deep in her muzzle suckling  like a hungry kit  as her tongue danced over my shaft. I gripped the back of her head assisting her. Without warning she hilted me,  feeling myself pushed past   her back teeth and down her throat! She began to swallow my shaft bobbing her head. The sensation was so unexpected it set me off and my shaft exploded  pumping wave after wave of my thick ropey seed down her eager gullet. I gripped the sides of her head and muzzle fucked her with pure abandon, never had I experienced a rush like this, coming deep down a gal's throat intensifying and prolonging my own orgasm I pulled my still exploding cock into her muzzle so she could catch a breath as my seed  filled her cheeks, Rachel swallowed rapidly, drinking down my copious if unexpected gift to her.

	“Fucking hell girl, Warn a fellow before you do something wonderful like that again! it set me off before I could warn you... You okay there Rachel?” I asked  hearing her rapid breathing and spasmodic swallowing followed by lip smacking satisfaction. She looked like the cat who ate the canary. 

	“Wow! That was unexpected, but man was it ever soo worth it, Totally spur of the moment. seeing that amazing fuck stick of yours all glistening with my juices I had to taste you, and since I made quite a mess I figured I'd clean you up and I guess I got carried away  seeing if I could take you. It's been a while since I've been muzzle fucked that hard, damn if you weren't just as sweet and creamy as I hoped you would be. I really liked the way  you took charge there, it just about had me creaming myself, Again!” Rachel giggled as a blush scampered across her cheeks. She stood, striking a pose that would stop traffic for blocks around. She than reached a hand out, drawing me up from the couch and pulled me into a hug nuzzling against my bare chest. I lovingly pet her head fozzling her ears  and patted her rump as we shared another timeless moment.

	


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