In for a Credit

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#96 of Commissions

Being an galactic criminal, bounty hunter and superhero gets pretty expensive. And sometimes ya gotta make ends meet. No shame in using what you got, well maybe a little in this case~Commission for BigBearBruno

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"Bout time you showed up." Showing his annoyance was a certain raccoon by the name of Rocket. He was standing in a secluded alley, their established meetup place, already clad in leather gear. Despite his expression and tone, the smaller male was clearly getting excited, evident by the rising in his orange speedo.

Just chuckling was a large bear, the one who inquired about Rocket's not so subtle ads, promising a good time in exchange for a hefty price, to which he had already provided in advance. Looming over Rocket, Bruno was quick to start undressing himself, shedding his street clothes to reveal his own leather gear worn underneath. Already, the smaller male could smell the musk that radiated from the bulky ursine, even though he just wanted to get this over with, the scent was appealing to him.

"Well you took the time to wait for me. Were you wondering what I had in store for you?" He took a step closer and started to pull down his shorts. Having waited for this all day, the ursine had gone commando. His sweaty length was pulled out, all thick 10 inches being held in his grip. Even more of the heady scent wafted out into the open air, filling both of their noses. Along with that, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a cigar and lighter, lighting the end and taking a puff before blowing the smoke into the raccoon's face.

Rocket was caught off guard at first, coughing and groaning. But after collecting himself he found the smoke's scent to be oddly pleasant. It annoyed him it was the need of some funds, and the raccoon being a man of his word for once. Those shorts then fell to the ground and were stepped out of, leaving Bruno fully nude, save for his leather gear. "Anything I want, right?"

Before an answer could be given, Rocket was told to stand still for the approaching bear, so he instead prepared himself for whatever was coming.

"Open wide for me..." Bruno said in a low, amused tone. Rocket did so, being the perfect height for the fat sweaty shaft to slide in past his lips. He was already suckling on it a bit, finding enjoyment in the flavor. A small grunt came from Bruno, but now from the pleasure he felt. A spurt of warmth and a bitter taste fell onto Rocket's tongue, first assumed to be precum before more of it came, being dribbles that strengthened into a thick stream of hot piss, running over the length of his tongue and pooling into his mouth before he realized and began to swallow it down.

"How's it taste?" Bruno asked him, noting how often he heard gulps, along with a few hums that Rocket let loose, responding to the warmth and flavor that marked his mouth. The strong taste of it poured over his taste buds and he couldn't help but voice the secret enjoyment drinking it down brought him. The heated fluid flowed down, trickling down until it reached Rocket's stomach, bringing more heat that radiated from deep within himself.

Just as he prepared with gear and built up a good sweat ahead of time, Bruno made sure to hold it all in, having his bladder being filled much more than usual, providing much for the smaller male to drink down, clearly enjoying it whether that would be admitted or not. He found enjoyment in both finally relieving the sheer amount of fluid from his body and hearing the loud gulps from the shorter mammal. More just kept flowing from his cock, giving him more pleasure in the process.

It had come to an end with a few grunts from him and spurts of piss that were caught by Rocket's tongue. With one hand, Bruno took another inhale on the cigar while his other hand had pushed behind the raccoon's head, shoving the rest of his cock inside. Rocket's eyes went wide and he gagged on the fat length that touched his throat. There was no choice given but to adjust to it, taking deep breaths to allow his throat to stretch around the unexpected penetration. Bruno was again chuckling from the sight and went ahead with pulling the raccoon's head back, pushing it back in right after, groaning from the soft lips that stayed wrapped around his girth, the warmth and slickness of the piss filled mouth that caressed his dick.

"Keep working that tongue, lick up all my sweat," he directed before moaning deeply into the alley, enjoying the feelings on his cock. Before the tongue was just pressed to the underside, idly moving side to side a bit. Now Rocket's tongue was grinding and swirling along the length of his shaft, giving him the pleasure he wanted while the licking male was treated to the stronger taste of sweat.

"Mmph!" Being pushed all the way down not only penetrated his throat, stretching it a bit, but having his muzzle pushed into the damp crotch fur poured the pure bear musk into his nose, forcing him to shudder. Hoping that the big predator hadn't noticed, he took in long winded sniffs of the odor, filling his lungs with the sweat laced odor. Bruno didn't say anything but it amused him to see the raccoon having some fun of his own.

He picked up the pace of his thrusting, consistently smoking his cigar, sometimes releasing the smoke into the air and other times puffing down into the smaller male's face. The tight throat squeezed on his shaft, bringing drips of precum that further lubed his cock, oozing down Rocket's throat as well. A bit at first but more as the blowjob drew out, his entire mouth became slathered in the thick and strong tasting fluid, making it all the easier for him to hump Rocket's mouth. His own grunts got deeper as he rolled his hips, sliding along the smooth tongue that continued to wiggle all around his girth. The pleasure he felt was building but Bruno wasn't content to just finish inside of the warm maw...

Without warning, it was pulled out, popping free from Rocket's lips. Strings of drool and precum slathered them as he panted looking up at the other male.

"Don't worry, we're just getting started," Bruno assured, giving a stroke to his slick cock. "Let's get to spreading that other hole." In response, Rocket gulped. Just watching the bear pump at his wet shaft made his own tailhole pulse. Still keeping up the act of not wanting to be there. He turned around and leaned against a graffiti-ed brick wall, presenting his speedo-covered ass to the other.

With a smirk and smoke blown between his teeth, Bruno was again approaching, standing over the slightly bent over raccoon. He took a deep breath of the cigar's smoke and his own musk before reaching a heavy paw down to first grip the shorter mammal's ass, giving it a squeeze before gripping the speedo, pulling it down slowly to gradually expose the raccoon's ass in full.

After giving it a firm smack, Bruno eased in spreading his hindlegs while using both hands to lift the raccoon's lower half, keeping the cigar gripped between his teeth. With the tight looking ass finally on level with his cock, he let it flop between the cheeks, grinding in between them.

"W-would you just put in already!?" Rocket snarled. The twitches of his hole had gotten stronger from the hotdogging, at this point it was driving him crazy. With that outburst he truly revealed how much he was enjoying all of this. There was a drawn out silence that filled the alley before the bear just snickered.

"Alright then." Gripping Rocket's body tighter, Bruno proceeded to line himself up to the hole in between, thrusting in and sinking all of it inside in a single motion, growling deeply while the smaller male in his grasp cried out. In an instant, the raccoon's ass was stuffed full of thick bear cock. A mix of pain and pleasure flashed through him as the thrusts began, starting out roughly. The bigger male's hips crashed into his ass, making both slaps and the wet sounds of his shaft drilling into the tight tailhole with full power.

Those feelings of pain were quickly outdone by the sheer pleasure that coursed through Rocket, forcing him to moan out. The slick and hot cock pounded at his walls without relent, sinking deep inside, stretching him all the way to his depths. Just pulling back and thrusting hard inside again, Rocket's voice filled the alley, his body being rocked back and forth forcibly. Joining them were the heavy grunts from the thrusting bear, taking full enjoyment from the smooth walls that gripped his cock, being overly slick with pre that now spurt from his tip.

With how hard Rocket was being fucked, it didn't take long for his walls to be spread wide around the shaft. It was hitting his sweet spots over and over again. His own cock bounced between his legs, dribbling thick strings of precum onto the brick wall and concrete below them. He could no longer deny the enjoyment he received from being pounded, groaning through clenched teeth. Every breath he took came with the strong odors of cigar smoke and earthy bear musk. Each time it filled his lungs, it brought a rush that further excited him.

Bruno fucked the smaller male hard enough to slam his balls into Rocket's, bringing added sensations. The tight hole squeezed down on him, especially when he slid along those sweet spots of his, earning more moans in the process. He had broken Rocket down and just continued rutting his tailhole hard, getting his full money's worth. From his efforts, he was sweating harder, producing an even stronger musk that surrounded them both, being rubbed onto the raccoon's backside with every round.

More strings of precum were milked from him by the clenching ass, adding to the slickness and warmth of the snug tailhole. Though he fucked at full power, there was more speed that he could give, humping the raccoon with all that he could manage. Puffing smoke as he growled, he gripped and squeezed the smaller male closer, feeling his body squirm and pulse in his grasp. Rocket was panting and blushing, openly enjoying every grind and hard push of the bear cock slamming deep inside of him. He was getting close, puffing smoke from his nose. Rocket was panting hard, his cock throbbing hard. A few more pounds to his prostate was more than enough to make Rocket cum, shooting ropes of his seed all over the brick wall, streaking the surface with pearly ropes.

Following suit were the strong clenches that came down on Bruno's cock. Breathing heavily and feeling his shaft throbbing hard, he pumped through the tighter hold, blowing smoke down on Rocket as he made the last strong thrust, roaring as a surge of his cum poured into the smaller male's hole, flooding it to a point that strings of his release dribbled down the raccoon's balls and onto the ground. More and more spurts came, enough to make Rocket's stomach swell a bit, becoming heavy with musky bear spunk. The two of them continued to groan and voice their pleasure until Bruno's orgasm came to an end, leaving the raccoon's stomach plump with cum. He pulled out and watched it ooze out of the stretched hole.

Rocket was on his feet, shaking as seed poured out of him, his stomach steadily deflating until a pool of spunk was around his feet. Behind him was Bruno, already slipping on his regular clothes, being very satisfied with the results of his payment.

"You're really lucky I needed the money..." Rocket groaned, his body still pulsing from the sensations that were racing through him. He was back to grumbling and rolling his eyes, trying his hardest to ignore the lingering pleasure.

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