[b][u][center]Prostitutional Virginity Prevention For Rayoelgatubelo By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Arthur sat on the edge of his bed, twiddling his thumbs as he looked down at the floor. His cheeks were already burning red, thinking about all the money that he’d already transferred to the girl in his bathroom. The hotel room felt much warmer than it should have, and only part of that could be blamed on his new pelt. He rubbed his hand through the fur on the back of his head, the werebear groaning as he thought about what he was doing. Propositioning a woman. No, already did proposition a woman. She’d accepted, and now they were back at his hotel room about to do the deed. The only thing that made it vaguely acceptable was the fact that she knew what he wanted, that this wasn’t...entirely...illegal, and the fact that...well… He groaned as he felt his cock throbbing, already pushing up and out of his sheath, already pushing against the bottom of his belly and begging for attention. It was almost painful how much it throbbed, how it spilled pre over his fur and matted it down. Arthur wanted to swat it, but knew that way would only bring pain. He had done that enough times to know that the were-capability of regeneration was...relatively limited when it came to genital mutilation. [i]Calm down. This is business. Just business. She’s here to make sure that you feel good. You’re going to lose your virginity. Yes, it’s to a prostitute rather than a...a normal woman, but you can still say that it was done.[/i] At least, that was what he hoped. It’d be hard to brag about banging a hot girl when he had to pay her for the privilege. He shook his head again, trying to just keep from thinking about it. He had a few hours here. She’d been paid generously, and when she came out - “Hey, baby.” Arthur looked up, his cheeks turning even redder as he looked over the kitsune stepping out of his bathroom. She was beyond gorgeous. She had a hefty bust that bounced naturally, rather than the stiff breasts of the porn models that he was used to looking at, and the long fennec ears on top of her head flicked about, drawing his attention up to her face again and again. The edges of her muzzle were turned up in a slight smirk, just enough to remind him of what he was doing without throwing him down in shame. Flamita was her name, probably for the various reds in her fur coat and along her five tails. He rubbed the back of his head again as he looked her up and down, his dick bouncing again at the sight of her breasts, her soft curves, the way that she swayed in such a seductive way. Every step forward, she brought her hand along with her, almost like she was clawing through the air to get to him. [i]God, she’s a professional...a very...very good professional…[/i] He was panting hard when she stood in front of him, her hands on her hips and her slick pussy right in his face. She grabbed him by the shoulders, leaning forward and licking her lips. “So, are you man enough to handle this?” “I...I hope so,” he said, chuckling nervously. “Show me.” She shoved him, and down he went, landing with a thump on the bed. She was over him in a second, her tails flaring out behind her in a fan-like formation, spread out so far that they went right over the edge of the bed and up to the ceiling. She leaned back, her pussy grinding down on his cock, rubbing the tip of it right against her entrance, and she smiled down at him, her tongue dragging over her fangs. “Mmmm, you like that, hmm? You are big and ready?” “Oh god...I’ve been waiting for this moment my whole life.” “Mmm, better make it good then, huh?” Flamita chuckled, leaning forward and licking along the side of his neck, the soft pressure leaving him gasping for breath. He reached for her hips, but she brushed his hands away, biting gently on his collarbone. “Ah...leave it to me...let me build you up…” “Okay...okay, you’re the...the professional.” The kitsune chuckled as she dragged herself further and further down his body, each little touch leaving him gasping for more. It was like she’d cast a spell of desire on him, his body on fire as he watched her work. And work she did. The young woman dragged her claws down his chest, parting his fur and leaving him with proper scratches on his flesh, and he groaned as she kissed him all the way down, her lips planting themselves between the fur, down to the skin beneath. Each little kiss on his pudgy belly reminded him of his size, and her smile reminded him that she didn’t care as long as he had the money. And money, he had plenty of. She kept going down, down, down, kissing and licking his stomach until she reached his waist, and then she jumped down to his cock. She grabbed his balls in both hands, lifting them, lowering them, letting them bounce from the weight inside. “Mmmm, you’re so pent-up…” “I’ve not...I’ve never had a girl.” “Or a man?” “Or a man. I just...I just want to…” “You will lose your virginity today, this, Flamita promises...but let her tease you...let her build you up.” He nodded, letting her roll his balls between palms, bouncing them and jiggling them as she brought her bust forward. His cock slipped between her breasts with ease, her fur stroking along the sides of his shaft and making him shiver, making him moan as he started oozing even more pre. It was making his cock feel all slimy, even to him, and he wondered what she thought of the feel, of the smell. Arthur watched as she rolled her breasts up and down either side of his cock, teasing him, making it harder to hold out. He wanted to have his first load go inside of her, just in case he was too nervous to go a second time. He needed it. Craved it. And it wasn’t until she leaned forward, her mouth open over the head of his cock, that he knew he needed it between her legs, not just down her throat. “Mmmph...please...not…” He couldn’t finish. Not when she had her tongue against the head of his shaft. It was so slick, so warm compared to anything that he had done with lube and toys. The bear grunted, thrusting forward, and inadvertently shoved his dick right down her throat. She didn’t even gag. She just threw herself onto it, sucking at his shaft and pulling it further down her throat. The kitsune wrapped her arms around his waist, bobbing her head forward and back, letting his tip rest against her tongue before jamming it into the back of her head. It was soft, wet, and it clenched down on him every time that he popped the tip into her throat. [i]Oh god, oh god, oh god…[/i] She was building him up, alright, but he didn’t think he could take much more building. He was going to blow. He was going to - POP! He gasped as she pulled her muzzle off his cock, his fingers digging into the sheets, leaving rips that he’d probably have to pay for. Flamita chuckled. “It seems you have hair trigger. Perhaps I should...let you slip inside, hmm?” “Oh god. Yes. Yes. Right now. Please...Please?!” “Mmm, you will.” She climbed up him again, straddling his waist and grabbing hold of the base of his cock. He watched as she smacked the head of his shaft against her pussy a few times, spreading her juices along the head and smearing him against her. It was...well, to put it mildly, it was sending shivers down his spine. And then - “Oh god...stop teasing…” The kitsune chuckled as she perched over him, swiveling her hips right over the head of his cock. It felt like those times when he polished the knob of his cock with his hand, driving himself up the wall. “Please...please...please...PLEASE!” “Alright, alright...Let’s pop that cherry of yours.” And with that, she slowly, gently lowered her hips. It was like sinking into one of his fleshlights, except so much better. So much hotter. So much warmer. There was that hint of resistance at her entrance, that little spot where it was just tight enough to keep things in, and then he was inside. Wet, dripping, almost slimy as she slid herself down. She rested her hands on his chest, pausing at the midpoint. She looked him right in the eyes, and smirked. “You’re going to cum.” “Mmph...I'm trying...trying to hold back…” “No...you’re going…” She lifted her hips. “To…” She swiveled them, almost like a cat getting ready to attack. Arthur’s eyes went wide, he shook his head - “CUM!” And she slammed her hips down, sheathing him entirely inside of her at that moment. The werebear bit his lips, trying to hold back, trying to keep all that seed inside so that he could enjoy this for a bit longer… But there was no holding back with a professional. With a deep, bear bellow, he came, squirting his load deep inside of her, spilling it across her inner walls and leaving him whimpering, gasping at the end of it. She patted his cheek as he panted, chuckling to herself. “Do not be so sad...we can go again. Just let me know when you’re ready.” [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]