Worker11811
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You're either going to love this or hate this but, here goes!
First, I kneel down behind you, grab you by the hips and pull you back against me, forcefully but gently, real tight against my waist. Like doggy style but, since I'm still wearing my boxer shorts, there will be no intercourse. It's only just to let you know where you are and that I have you right where YOU want me.
Several minutes go by, holding you in this position while I get ready and you anticipate what will happen next.
Slowly... Gently... Almost imperceptibly, at first, you feel the soft touch of fur on your upper arms. Soft fur! Real fur!
While you were waiting in anticipation, I slipped my hands into a pair of white, rabbit fur mittens.
You don't like fur. You think it's cruel. You recoil at the thought of fur but, my yummy-soft, fur covered hands are slowly, gently sliding up your arms, toward your shoulders, converging on the nape of your neck. You shiver and sigh as the shock of pleasure shoots up and down your spine.
The fur stops.
"Shh!... Quiet," I whisper! "Be still," I command!
My hands come back to your hips to grip you so that I can pull myself, harder and deeper into your pocket. You can feel my bulge. I can feel your heat, even through my clothes. We both know there won't be any intercourse with me, tonight. You don't even like sex with guys that much but, this time, the thought runs through your mind... "What if?"
No, that's not what I'm after. I don't want your body. I don't want to get inside your pussy. I can get pussy any time I want. I want to get inside your mind... and I am already there!
You are thinking, "When is that fur going to come back?" You crave the feeling of it sliding over your bare skin. I know it and I will give it to you.
You will have that fur. You will have it right where you want it. You will have what you desire…when I give it to you.
Time goes by. You kneel there, on your hands and knees, stiff like a statue. You could leave any time you want. You think about leaving for a moment. You don't like men. This isn't your style. You probably should leave…but you don't. You want that fur, so badly, you'll stay right here, not moving a muscle until it comes again…and it does.
The sensations come again. Soft! Furry! Smooth! It glides against your skin. You shiver and quake. You want to cry out but you know that, if you do, I will stop. You have to bite your lip to keep from making a sound.
I can hear your breathing, though. You take a long, deep breath as furry pleasure overtakes your body and invades your thoughts.
I move my hands, covered in soft fur, up the sides of your neck and gently tickle the hair line behind your ears. I gently brush your ear lobes and the sides of your face. Fur grazes your cheek bones. My hands cover your face. You close your eyes and inhale the musky, animal scent of tanned pelts deep into your lungs. It smells rich and leathery like fine saddle leather. "Oh! This is so wrong," you cry out inside your mind but you inhale, deeper, again and again. The tiny hairs of rabbit fur tickle your nostrils as you pull in long, deep streams of air.
I press my furry mittens tight against your face. It seals against your nose and mouth, almost suffocating you. You gasp for breath! The thought of escape crosses your mind again but that scent, that musky, animal scent, fills your lungs. It is like some kind of drug, instantly addictive, that makes you feel turned on in a way you have never felt before.
The fur against your face releases its hold. You gasp and suck in a breath of fresh air. Clear air, not fur-drugged air. It feels cold as it goes down your windpipe.
My fur-drug has done its job. I know I have you. I know that your mind belongs to me, now. I am reading your mind like an open book.
You press backward, against my hard bulge. You subtly wiggle your hips to place me in just the right spot. Not inside. Just against. You start to please yourself against my manhood.
"Shit! This is WRONG! This is a COCK! I don't do cocks! Maybe just this once? It doesn’t count if it doesn’t go in. Does it?”
Fur slides back across your cheeks, over your ears and down your neck again. It goes down your spine, over your back and caresses the curve of your hips and circles there for a few moments before gently, slowly tickling their way up the sides of your ribcage, toward the place you want them go. It is almost there when it reverses direction, back down your sides, back to your hips, back up your spine and glides over your collar bones.
My strong hands give you a nice, long, deep shoulder rub. They dig into your muscles. Your head swoons as you appreciate the hard massage. Maybe a little too hard but, damn! It feels good!
I have you. You are in my grip. I won't let go. You can't escape…even if you wanted to. You know that I won't hurt you...probably not.
This is what being possessed by a man SHOULD feel like!
The massage stops. The fur stops. Another furless minute goes by...or is it two? Maybe ten? You don't know.
Then comes another shock of pleasure. Only for a moment. Fur...just the very tips of the hairs...brushes the very ends of your nipples. Your body jumps like a jolt of electricity just raced through your tits! You jump again as the fur brushes your nipples again.
Goose bumps rise on your skin. Every hair on your body stands on end. You feel the tension of your nipples growing as they instantly become rock hard. Your head spins as the adrenaline courses through your body, lighting up every nerve ending, making every square millimeter of skin on your breasts scream out with desire...a desire for fur!
I hold the fur steady under your swaying breasts, just barely out of reach. Somehow, you know what I want you to do. I didn't say a word but you know. You know that I want you to surrender your breasts to the fur.
"God! This is so wrong! This is FUR! Fur is bad! Fur is EVIL! Fur feels SO GOOD! I shouldn't be doing this! But I will anyway!"
You swing your breasts in slow circles, just grazing my furry hands. Your breathing becomes deep and labored. You your chest heaves as you inhale and exhale, making your breasts swing faster and faster through the yummy, soft fur.
I move my hands closer. Your large, round breasts sink deeper into the fur. After a moment, I pull away but you instinctively move with me. My fur mittens are like tit magnets!
I keep them just out of reach. Just barely grazing as you swing, to and fro. Your hard nipples leave little furrows as they plow through the fur. You want more but, no matter how you move, my fur stays one step ahead.
"Please," my deep voice pierces the silence.
"Please," you whisper.
"Pretty please?"
"Please...pretty please!"
You cry out in pleasure as two furry mouths, slowly gobble you up. You know...you have ALWAYS known...that THIS is where your boobs were always meant to be!
A woman's breast should never be without fur! From the moment she is born, to the moment she dies, until she is laid to rest, every woman's breast should always be swaddled in fur.
Rabbits were meant to make fur for my tits! Rabbits exist solely to serve them!
I would skin a rabbit, myself, if I had to, just so my breasts may never be without fur again. Any rabbit should be proud to give its life, that he may have the privilege of adorning my chest with his fur.
"Oh, my God! I have never felt anything like this before!"
"It's strange... I can feel pleasure but it almost feels like there is nothing there. I know the hairs are tickling my skin but the pleasure seems to come out of nowhere."
No matter! It's good!
I massage your breasts with my strong hands. I knead them and squeeze them. I pull them. I push them. I like your breasts. You have nice, big, round boobs and I like to rub fur on them. I can tell that you like having me rub fur on them, too.
You push your body backwards against my hard crotch. You buck and wiggle and move your hips, extracting your pleasure from me. You moan with pleasure as you reach the edge of the cliff. You know you shouldn’t come but you also know that you will. You know that you want to.
My fur does amazing things to your sensitive breasts. My soft, smooth fur touches you in ways you never thought possible. My fur attends to every single part of them, leaving no part untouched. It makes you feel like you’ve never felt before.
There’s a sensation building somewhere in your chest. It slowly seeps to the surface and creeps over your entire body. It starts in your nipples and radiates outward. You’ve never felt anything like this before. You’ve only heard of such things…but…yes…it must be!
The sensation overtakes your body. It overtakes your mind. You are not thinking. You are acting on pure instinct. You want nothing more than to keep on coming. I make sure your wishes are fulfilled. I make sure my manhood is in the right place for you to rub yourself against it and into oblivious pleasure. I make sure your large breasts are liberally plied with fur.
I do not stop.
“Holy shit! I’m coming again!”
I still don’t stop. I force you to come again and again.
You start to feel week. You feel dizzy and your head begins to spin. Your muscles start to shake with fatigue. You feel the strength draining out of your arms and legs. You start to see stars in your field of vision. Even from behind your blindfold, you notice your vision going dark. You start to collapse onto the bed but my arms wrap around you and hold you up.
I keep on furring you.
You wake up alone. It is dark. Only the light from the alarm clock is visible in the room. You roll over and find the light on the nightstand. Your eyes squint at the sudden brightness. It takes you a few moments to get your bearings and figure out where you are. You realize that you are neatly tucked into your covers, safe in your own bed. There is nobody else in the room.
You slide your hands down, under the covers, along your body and down to your waist. Your panties are still on. The rest of your clothes are just as you remember. Untouched. I knew you only wanted a one night stand.
It takes several minutes for you to process what just happened to you. You slowly realize that you are subtly smiling to your self. You are happy. Just happy. You are also sleepy. You reach over, turn out the light and roll over in bed. You know you are going to sleep like a baby, tonight.
You roll over in the darkness, pull the blanket up over your shoulders and snuggle into bed but something startles you. There’s something on your pillow that wasn’t there before.
It feels soft.
It feels FURRY!
You reach over with your hand. Yes! It is fur!
Those fur mittens are on your pillow. You pick them up and fumble with them in the darkness. You search for the opening. You slip your fingers into the mouth. The mitten teases and entices your fingertips. It almost feels like it is swallowing your hand. Your hand slides, effortlessly, into the belly of the furry creature. It welcomes you with soft pleasure. The deeper you push your hand, the more furry pleasure you feel. The fur keeps on going, deep inside the mitten. It is completely lined with soft fur! Before you realize, both of your arms are submerged, up to the elbows in giant, oversized fur gauntlets. It feels soft and nice to have fur against your skin like this.
You close your eyes and try to fall asleep but you can’t. The fur enveloping your hands and arms seems to be keeping you awake. You slip the gloves off and toss them across to the other side of the bed. You try to get some sleep but the fur seems to be calling to you. You sit up in bed and begin to strip off all your clothes. You toss them across the room in the dark. You try to hit the laundry basket but you know your shot came up short.
“What the hell? I’ll get them in the morning.”
You search for the gloves in the dark. It almost seems like THEY found you. They practically put them selves on.
You lay on your back with your knees propped up. The fur seems to be attracted to your naked body. It MUST touch you. It must touch you EVERYWHERE!
When you wake up in the morning, your arms are still submerged in fur. You look outside. The sun streams into your windows. It’s late in the afternoon. You furred yourself all night and slept all day but that’s all right. Today is Saturday.
You get out of bed, refreshed, and head for the shower. When you are done, you return to your room to get dressed. You pick up the laundry on the floor and make the bed. There, crumpled in the blankets are your fur mittens. You smile at your new friends. You put one on. It’s like your hand just keeps on going and going into an infinite depth of fur. You think, briefly, about staying home and enjoying yourself but you shake off the thought. You really ought to get going. Your friends are going to wonder where you have been all day.
For a moment, you think that you want to tell your girlfriend all about the new pleasures you discovered but you change your mind. She is even more violently anti-fur than you are…used to be. She would have a holy hissy fit!
You slip the gloves into the bottom drawer of your dresser and slide it shut. These will be just your little secret.
First, I kneel down behind you, grab you by the hips and pull you back against me, forcefully but gently, real tight against my waist. Like doggy style but, since I'm still wearing my boxer shorts, there will be no intercourse. It's only just to let you know where you are and that I have you right where YOU want me.
Several minutes go by, holding you in this position while I get ready and you anticipate what will happen next.
Slowly... Gently... Almost imperceptibly, at first, you feel the soft touch of fur on your upper arms. Soft fur! Real fur!
While you were waiting in anticipation, I slipped my hands into a pair of white, rabbit fur mittens.
You don't like fur. You think it's cruel. You recoil at the thought of fur but, my yummy-soft, fur covered hands are slowly, gently sliding up your arms, toward your shoulders, converging on the nape of your neck. You shiver and sigh as the shock of pleasure shoots up and down your spine.
The fur stops.
"Shh!... Quiet," I whisper! "Be still," I command!
My hands come back to your hips to grip you so that I can pull myself, harder and deeper into your pocket. You can feel my bulge. I can feel your heat, even through my clothes. We both know there won't be any intercourse with me, tonight. You don't even like sex with guys that much but, this time, the thought runs through your mind... "What if?"
No, that's not what I'm after. I don't want your body. I don't want to get inside your pussy. I can get pussy any time I want. I want to get inside your mind... and I am already there!
You are thinking, "When is that fur going to come back?" You crave the feeling of it sliding over your bare skin. I know it and I will give it to you.
You will have that fur. You will have it right where you want it. You will have what you desire…when I give it to you.
Time goes by. You kneel there, on your hands and knees, stiff like a statue. You could leave any time you want. You think about leaving for a moment. You don't like men. This isn't your style. You probably should leave…but you don't. You want that fur, so badly, you'll stay right here, not moving a muscle until it comes again…and it does.
The sensations come again. Soft! Furry! Smooth! It glides against your skin. You shiver and quake. You want to cry out but you know that, if you do, I will stop. You have to bite your lip to keep from making a sound.
I can hear your breathing, though. You take a long, deep breath as furry pleasure overtakes your body and invades your thoughts.
I move my hands, covered in soft fur, up the sides of your neck and gently tickle the hair line behind your ears. I gently brush your ear lobes and the sides of your face. Fur grazes your cheek bones. My hands cover your face. You close your eyes and inhale the musky, animal scent of tanned pelts deep into your lungs. It smells rich and leathery like fine saddle leather. "Oh! This is so wrong," you cry out inside your mind but you inhale, deeper, again and again. The tiny hairs of rabbit fur tickle your nostrils as you pull in long, deep streams of air.
I press my furry mittens tight against your face. It seals against your nose and mouth, almost suffocating you. You gasp for breath! The thought of escape crosses your mind again but that scent, that musky, animal scent, fills your lungs. It is like some kind of drug, instantly addictive, that makes you feel turned on in a way you have never felt before.
The fur against your face releases its hold. You gasp and suck in a breath of fresh air. Clear air, not fur-drugged air. It feels cold as it goes down your windpipe.
My fur-drug has done its job. I know I have you. I know that your mind belongs to me, now. I am reading your mind like an open book.
You press backward, against my hard bulge. You subtly wiggle your hips to place me in just the right spot. Not inside. Just against. You start to please yourself against my manhood.
"Shit! This is WRONG! This is a COCK! I don't do cocks! Maybe just this once? It doesn’t count if it doesn’t go in. Does it?”
Fur slides back across your cheeks, over your ears and down your neck again. It goes down your spine, over your back and caresses the curve of your hips and circles there for a few moments before gently, slowly tickling their way up the sides of your ribcage, toward the place you want them go. It is almost there when it reverses direction, back down your sides, back to your hips, back up your spine and glides over your collar bones.
My strong hands give you a nice, long, deep shoulder rub. They dig into your muscles. Your head swoons as you appreciate the hard massage. Maybe a little too hard but, damn! It feels good!
I have you. You are in my grip. I won't let go. You can't escape…even if you wanted to. You know that I won't hurt you...probably not.
This is what being possessed by a man SHOULD feel like!
The massage stops. The fur stops. Another furless minute goes by...or is it two? Maybe ten? You don't know.
Then comes another shock of pleasure. Only for a moment. Fur...just the very tips of the hairs...brushes the very ends of your nipples. Your body jumps like a jolt of electricity just raced through your tits! You jump again as the fur brushes your nipples again.
Goose bumps rise on your skin. Every hair on your body stands on end. You feel the tension of your nipples growing as they instantly become rock hard. Your head spins as the adrenaline courses through your body, lighting up every nerve ending, making every square millimeter of skin on your breasts scream out with desire...a desire for fur!
I hold the fur steady under your swaying breasts, just barely out of reach. Somehow, you know what I want you to do. I didn't say a word but you know. You know that I want you to surrender your breasts to the fur.
"God! This is so wrong! This is FUR! Fur is bad! Fur is EVIL! Fur feels SO GOOD! I shouldn't be doing this! But I will anyway!"
You swing your breasts in slow circles, just grazing my furry hands. Your breathing becomes deep and labored. You your chest heaves as you inhale and exhale, making your breasts swing faster and faster through the yummy, soft fur.
I move my hands closer. Your large, round breasts sink deeper into the fur. After a moment, I pull away but you instinctively move with me. My fur mittens are like tit magnets!
I keep them just out of reach. Just barely grazing as you swing, to and fro. Your hard nipples leave little furrows as they plow through the fur. You want more but, no matter how you move, my fur stays one step ahead.
"Please," my deep voice pierces the silence.
"Please," you whisper.
"Pretty please?"
"Please...pretty please!"
You cry out in pleasure as two furry mouths, slowly gobble you up. You know...you have ALWAYS known...that THIS is where your boobs were always meant to be!
A woman's breast should never be without fur! From the moment she is born, to the moment she dies, until she is laid to rest, every woman's breast should always be swaddled in fur.
Rabbits were meant to make fur for my tits! Rabbits exist solely to serve them!
I would skin a rabbit, myself, if I had to, just so my breasts may never be without fur again. Any rabbit should be proud to give its life, that he may have the privilege of adorning my chest with his fur.
"Oh, my God! I have never felt anything like this before!"
"It's strange... I can feel pleasure but it almost feels like there is nothing there. I know the hairs are tickling my skin but the pleasure seems to come out of nowhere."
No matter! It's good!
I massage your breasts with my strong hands. I knead them and squeeze them. I pull them. I push them. I like your breasts. You have nice, big, round boobs and I like to rub fur on them. I can tell that you like having me rub fur on them, too.
You push your body backwards against my hard crotch. You buck and wiggle and move your hips, extracting your pleasure from me. You moan with pleasure as you reach the edge of the cliff. You know you shouldn’t come but you also know that you will. You know that you want to.
My fur does amazing things to your sensitive breasts. My soft, smooth fur touches you in ways you never thought possible. My fur attends to every single part of them, leaving no part untouched. It makes you feel like you’ve never felt before.
There’s a sensation building somewhere in your chest. It slowly seeps to the surface and creeps over your entire body. It starts in your nipples and radiates outward. You’ve never felt anything like this before. You’ve only heard of such things…but…yes…it must be!
The sensation overtakes your body. It overtakes your mind. You are not thinking. You are acting on pure instinct. You want nothing more than to keep on coming. I make sure your wishes are fulfilled. I make sure my manhood is in the right place for you to rub yourself against it and into oblivious pleasure. I make sure your large breasts are liberally plied with fur.
I do not stop.
“Holy shit! I’m coming again!”
I still don’t stop. I force you to come again and again.
You start to feel week. You feel dizzy and your head begins to spin. Your muscles start to shake with fatigue. You feel the strength draining out of your arms and legs. You start to see stars in your field of vision. Even from behind your blindfold, you notice your vision going dark. You start to collapse onto the bed but my arms wrap around you and hold you up.
I keep on furring you.
You wake up alone. It is dark. Only the light from the alarm clock is visible in the room. You roll over and find the light on the nightstand. Your eyes squint at the sudden brightness. It takes you a few moments to get your bearings and figure out where you are. You realize that you are neatly tucked into your covers, safe in your own bed. There is nobody else in the room.
You slide your hands down, under the covers, along your body and down to your waist. Your panties are still on. The rest of your clothes are just as you remember. Untouched. I knew you only wanted a one night stand.
It takes several minutes for you to process what just happened to you. You slowly realize that you are subtly smiling to your self. You are happy. Just happy. You are also sleepy. You reach over, turn out the light and roll over in bed. You know you are going to sleep like a baby, tonight.
You roll over in the darkness, pull the blanket up over your shoulders and snuggle into bed but something startles you. There’s something on your pillow that wasn’t there before.
It feels soft.
It feels FURRY!
You reach over with your hand. Yes! It is fur!
Those fur mittens are on your pillow. You pick them up and fumble with them in the darkness. You search for the opening. You slip your fingers into the mouth. The mitten teases and entices your fingertips. It almost feels like it is swallowing your hand. Your hand slides, effortlessly, into the belly of the furry creature. It welcomes you with soft pleasure. The deeper you push your hand, the more furry pleasure you feel. The fur keeps on going, deep inside the mitten. It is completely lined with soft fur! Before you realize, both of your arms are submerged, up to the elbows in giant, oversized fur gauntlets. It feels soft and nice to have fur against your skin like this.
You close your eyes and try to fall asleep but you can’t. The fur enveloping your hands and arms seems to be keeping you awake. You slip the gloves off and toss them across to the other side of the bed. You try to get some sleep but the fur seems to be calling to you. You sit up in bed and begin to strip off all your clothes. You toss them across the room in the dark. You try to hit the laundry basket but you know your shot came up short.
“What the hell? I’ll get them in the morning.”
You search for the gloves in the dark. It almost seems like THEY found you. They practically put them selves on.
You lay on your back with your knees propped up. The fur seems to be attracted to your naked body. It MUST touch you. It must touch you EVERYWHERE!
When you wake up in the morning, your arms are still submerged in fur. You look outside. The sun streams into your windows. It’s late in the afternoon. You furred yourself all night and slept all day but that’s all right. Today is Saturday.
You get out of bed, refreshed, and head for the shower. When you are done, you return to your room to get dressed. You pick up the laundry on the floor and make the bed. There, crumpled in the blankets are your fur mittens. You smile at your new friends. You put one on. It’s like your hand just keeps on going and going into an infinite depth of fur. You think, briefly, about staying home and enjoying yourself but you shake off the thought. You really ought to get going. Your friends are going to wonder where you have been all day.
For a moment, you think that you want to tell your girlfriend all about the new pleasures you discovered but you change your mind. She is even more violently anti-fur than you are…used to be. She would have a holy hissy fit!
You slip the gloves into the bottom drawer of your dresser and slide it shut. These will be just your little secret.
