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Tiffany had a type.
It was a rare type, paradoxical even, but she’d had it since highschool rolled around. She liked her men cute and feminine, going against the standard norm of masculinity that mainstream media often shoved into her face. Sure, she could appreciate a nice ass as much as the next girl, even if she had a dick. But the chiseled chin and adonis looks never did it for her. It was only after highschool she learned the name for her type: Femboys.
Never in a million years did she think she’d see a restaurant staffed by them. Twinks was the name, and it delivered, with every server dressed in pink or black short shorts and tight tops of matching color. Flat chested, firm butts, she strained to swallow the dick shaped chicken cutlets she’d ordered. Tiffany would never cheat on Felix, but she couldn’t help but let her mind wander at how her servers would look on their knees. Or seeing them make out with Felix before her.
Her jeans weren’t baggy enough for this.
“You ok, Tiff?” Felix asked, “You’ve hardly eaten your lunch.” The pink leopard’s hand brushed against her thigh. She wanted to take him now. Tear away his shirt and hold him by the little braid over his head to better plow his ass.
“Yeah, just a little...well…” She gulped. “Well, what about you? You haven’t touched your hotdog.” Better to deflect and think of something else. Like not imagining him and their bunny waiter’s lips kissing with her cock between them.
He smiled, almost innocently before whispering, “I can tell when you’re horny, love. Why’d you think I recommended Twinks again?”
“I thought you liked the food.”
“It’s passable. But…” His hand held hers, “I think there’s something else I want. Leave the jacket so they know we’re still here.” With a gentle pull, he directed her toward and then past the bathrooms until they reached the backdoor. He couldn’t stop smiling as it closed behind them, leaving the two alone in a back alley corner behind a dumpster.
“When did you get so adventurous?” Tiffany commented. When she met Felix, they’d done some risky things, but he never initiated them. Did she corrupt him? Or just bring out his more daring side? He responded by nudging her against the wall and slipping her black top over her breasts for his rogue tongue to drag over.
She gasped when he broke away, letting the cold air bite her tight nipples. “Stop, stop.” He looked up, concerned if he’d done something wrong. Tiffany couldn’t help but love those adorable amber eyes. “Your pants, sweetie,” She said, cupping his face with both hands, “Drop them and let your cage out. I wanna hear it dangle.”
“Of course, Mistress.” She loved that word. Tiffany liked BDSM, but more the authority and bindings part. She couldn’t stand seeing her cute prey hurt, even if she caused it. Teased, tormented, and wriggling in restraints? Oh she loved it. But never pain. Not unless her partner wanted it.
He shimmied out from his tight jeans, leaving only his tight black thong that formed a lovely bulge around his privates and torn stockings covering his legs. With a simple tug of a finger, his caged cock slipped out. Her caged cock, twitching as barbs scratched its inner walls and made him all eager to worship her.
Heavy breaths seeped from her maw as the leopard’s fingers trailed down her abs. “I forget how soft your muscles can be. And how sensitive you get with them.” She tensed up as he poked her, her cock grinding against her jeans and thong at the daring foreplay. With a smirk, Felix pulled her zipper down and let her erection flop out. He purred, “Who needs a hotdog when they got this?” He held it with both hands, gently squeezing the shaft before bringing the leaky tip to his lips. The leopard’s rough tongue dragged against her rigid head, her nerves ablaze at his touch.
“You’re making me regret we didn’t bring lube,” Tiffany muttered, hands bracing the wall for balance. No way a blowjob could satisfy her forever, not with Twinks and not with Felix taking the initiative so well.
“Well, we can save that for later.” His maw enveloped the rod, slowly swallowing it down inch by inch. He reached the base before she knew it, his hands wrapping around her hips for stability while she held him by his headfur. The urge to force him deeper, bracing his nose against her crotch again and again at a rapid pace, burned inside her. But Felix wanted it slow, wanted her to enjoy the warmth inside his mouth.
And she let him. He was right, she’d have later to twist his face in tormented pleasure. “That’s a good boi,” She cooed, guiding his head as he bobbed up and down her cock, “That’s it. Let me savor it. Breath through your nose.” They’d done it enough, but Tiffany felt the need to remind him. Not just because she didn’t want to leave the warm tunnel of his throat so soon.
Rubber against gravel echoed from the streets beyond them. The honking of horns and rush of traffic were lost in Tiffany’s thoughts. At any moment, someone could walk out the backdoor with a bag of trash or even on break, and see the two going at it. Some might even take out their phone and snap a pic or video. New celebrity sex video, RockJaws drummer Tiffany Star getting a BJ in public. She grinned, such a mistake only made her heart pound harder against her chest.
Her fingers tightened. “Fuck...almost.” Tiffany’s strength pulled him in, forcing her cock deep down his throat. Gritting her teeth, she filled his insides with the familiar taste of her pent up desire. Felix pulled off, coughing and sputtering with some of the white cream bracing his lips. “Oh shit, are you ok?” She asked, crouching down to pat his back.
“W-Wron-” He coughed three more times, “Wrong pipe. I’m fine, I’m fine.”
“Seriously? Wrong pipe? First I’ve heard of that happening.”
He shrugged, “It was bound to happen eventually.”
“Like you taking the initiative?” She grinned at his blush, “What? I found it cute. And it’s nice to not be the one to start it sometimes.”
“You’re better at it.” Felix reached for his jeans, “We’re not doing this again. Not on concrete.”
“I’m sure the next alleyway we find will have a patch of grass and-” She stopped, eyes wide at the bunny in Twink’s uniform leaning by the doorway, cig in his mouth. She’d zipped up, but her shirt was a mess and Felix still had cum on his lip. Her mind raced for ideas, answers, something to distract the femme rabbit.
He smiled, “No worries. You’re not the first couple that’s gone behind the dumpster here.”