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Ok well let me tell you a little tale, a nice one to get your paw working on that meat between your legs, assuming you have meat between your legs. Never can be too sure these days. This is set a few years ago when my husband was my boyfriend and we'd only been going out a few months. Now I was just coming home from what had been a long day at work, I had gotten promoted a few months earlier and while the money was good...

Bah, you always assume life gets better the higher up the totem pole you climb, however, the higher up the more people look up to you for advice and support. I now had a team, it was my team, I was their boss. All day long people coming to me asking me for advice, wanting decisions and wanting them to be the decisions they wanted, not usually the one I chose but hey I'm an argumentative picky fucker, just ask my team and they'll tell ya.

Now I'd just gotten home and I had no idea what wonders lay beyond my door. Ok that's a slight exaggeration cause well I saw Brett little convertible in my drive so I knew exactly what delectable little delight lay beyond the door. My little pony, although don't tell him I said that, he may be a subby little bitch but he'd have my hide for that.

Six foot, and some change, tall with cute pert ears that he never tied back, even though I think he'd look cuter with them tied back. Expertly trimmed mane, flowing oh so gracefully down his delicate neck. Eyes you can just get lost gazing into, especially when he gets that shy smile of his that lets me know he is thinking of me. His ebony fur and mane a stark contrast to my own white polar furry form. His trim perfect physique another stark contrast to my broad muscular shoulders and bit of a gut.

As for clothes, I just knew what he'd be wearing; a dress shirt expertly ironed, a blue blazer, perfectly tailored to his body and some dress pants just as expertly tailored. Everything would be neat and perfect, because my pony is a preppy little dress horse and he has to look perfect to feel good. It never bothered me because of all the people in the world he is the one I want the most to feel good about himself.

Now he comes from money, big money, and he was used to having whatever he wanted. How did such a perfect little beast end up sharing a bed with this musky, hulking mass of bear, well that's a long story and a fun one, but maybe one for another time. All you really need to know was that his daddy was one rich hoss, also one huge fucking horse.

I remember the day Brett introduced me to his parents, the look on their faces as their twenty year old pride and joy brings home a thirty year old bear, a bit too wide, far too gruff and definitely to male for their baby boy. Now he never told them his girlfriend wasn't some delicate mare she was a bear; tall as his daddy, broader in the shoulders and despite his financial situation able to look the old hoss in the eye and hold his stare.

You'd think the bottom fell out of their world when I pulled myself out of Brett's tiny car, and waved. Their jaws just dropped and I could see their butler trying to hide a snigger, yes I said butler they were that fucking rich. His daddy managed to rally reasonably quick, fair play to the old hoss, although not that much older than me and that was a problem for him.

Best moment of my life was when that old hoss pulled me to one side and offered me a hundred grand to go away. Ha! What did he think I was? If I was in any of this for their money I would have been way nicer than I had been, I'd have made sure Brett warmed em up to the idea slowly before even meeting me. I got to tear that cheque up and throw it back in his face in pieces and the expression on his face, fuck I'd give my big fangs to have gotten a picture of it. If looks could have killed I'd have been one dead bear.

They cut him off in the end, and we lived in my little house off my little salary, we didn't have much. Couldn't even afford sky TV, so we made do with entertaining each other night after night, until he got a job and we could afford a few luxuries, not that we ever stopped entertaining one another.

Anyway I'm way off the story and I was supposed to be getting you to play with yourself so I will get right back to the good stuff. The door, I had no idea that when I opened it that it would be the doorway to a whole new fulfilling stage in our relationship. I grabbed it in my big meaty paw and turned the handle and couldn't believe what I saw.

Now, I'm a polar bear and you may be surprised to know that we polars have noses better than most bloodhounds. I can scent a female in heat up to two hundred kilometers away. Which isn't a useful thing in a city, and I learned to filter out most smells. However, as I opened my door the stink of hoss cock was so thick I could taste it, musk and fresh cut grass, oh and a hint of lilac, someone was drooling pre.

My eyes caught up to my nose and confirmed everything it had told me. My little pony boy sitting at my pc, his thick cock in his delicate fingers. Fourteen inches of pony meat and a huge flared tip, pink with little black spots that looked and tasted delicious. It shone in the light of the pc as he leaned back in my deskchair stroking quickly his eyes fixed on the screen.

Now my ears were assaulted by the sounds of sex, by the sounds of two males in the full sensual heat of a good rut. The voices were hauntingly familiar and as my eyes fell on the screen I recognised the video and couldn't help but smile at the memory. Me and my ex, him tied down to his sex swing, blindfolded, bound and gagged while my thick meat slid in and out of his ass.

Now I've dated both boys and girls in my time and this is where men really separated themselves from the girls. A girlfriend finds a sex video you made with your ex and she will accuse you of some sort of betrayal, as if you should have known your cock was destined for her nethers so you should never touch another. She'll ask you if you still had feelings for this girl because there is no other reason you would ever keep such a video.

A guy on the other hand, when he finds your old home made porn vids, he sits down whips out his tool and enjoys a good long wank. No fuss, no muss, lots of mess. Of course maybe later on you have to deal with some jealousy and usually you end up making another home made porno to make them feel better. That is merely a second upside to dating a guy. That and well cock rules pussy drools. Sorry ladies I gave you a chance but you just don't do it for this big old bear.

I shut the door behind me a little extra loud, loud enough to break his concentration on the video and get him to turn to see me. Then I saw the guilty look on his face as his eyes went from me back to the video me, who was groaning like the loud fucker I am, as he was balls deep in his tiger ex.

He opened his mouth to say something, but I had the upper paw and there was no way I was going to let him get it back. So I got in first with a, "well someone's been snooping through my files, do I need to clear my internet browser history?"

He eyes went wide as he suddenly worried that I was upset or offended, his words came out in one long quick unbroken sentence "No, I was just installing Battlefield four and I needed more space so I was looking for something to delete and there was these vids..."

"Vids?" I cut across his desperate words with a broad grin plastered to my face. "So this isn't the first one you've watched?"

"I...well...not exactly first...." oh that shy smile was back, oh yes pony boy was in the mood, of course his drooling cock had already told me that, the smile was just the delicious icing on the sexy cake. "Third... you and Joss, you used to do a lot of kinky stuff huh?"

I winked at him and there it was the flushed cheeks of the rich preppy boy, who was so desperate to try something new with me. "Yeah he used to enjoy that sort of thing, we had some loud fun in that basement of his." Walking as I talked I crossed the room to stand above him, blotting out the light I put a little growl in my voice as I added, "now what should I do with a naughty little pony boy who has been sneaking through my things?"

Oh that blush and the giggle he gave, my cock was straining against my pants already and his, well it had deflated a little at first, now it was erect and throbbing, he knew I was in the mood. Yet as he couldn't look me in the eye I knew there was something he wanted to ask, that he was desperate to ask but was oh so afraid. Good boys don't ask the sort of questions he was desperate to whisper to me.

Fortunately for him I loved the boy and so I didn't wait for him to ask, I didn't put him through that. Instead I offered, "does my sexy little Brett want to try something a little kinky?" He gasped and I savoured that little sound, the noise of flushed excitement, so much he wanted to say and yet his repressed upbringing wouldn't let the words out, he just nodded his head unable to look me in the eyes.

Grinning wider than any Cheshire cat could manage I reached up and pulled off my tie. The damn thing was like a chain around my neck all day at work, it may as well serve a good purpose when I got home. Then I reached down grabbing his paw I pulled him to his delicate hooves. I pulled his arms behind his back and slipped my silken tie around his wrists.

Now I was a boy scout when I was younger, so many nights camping with other guys, ah if the tents a rocking... Anyhow, I'm good with knots and I didn't care much about the tie so I bound his wrists tightly, knowing he wouldn't be able to escape. I could see the look in his eye, a mixture of unbridled desire and fear, as he tugged at my makeshift rope.

Leaning close I kissed his luscious lips tenderly, letting my tonguetip caress his lips ever so lightly, my paws caressed his cheeks and then down his chest. I broke the kiss and whisper in his ear, "do you trust me?" He nodded shyly and I stroked my fingers down his cheeks, along his long beautiful muzzle and I smiled at him, my blue eyes looking into his green ones with all the reassurance this confident bear could muster. "I will never hurt you I swear, but if you want me to stop just say battlefield and I will stop, if I gag you the stop signal is to tap your left hoof three times and then stop and then three times again until I hear and stop. Do you understand?"

Still unable to force words out he nodded his head and I caught him with another kiss and this time I slipped my tongue into his muzzle, tasting the sweet grassy flavour of my little pony. God he tasted so good, all over and I knew that for a fact. I loved and still love the feel of his warm lips on mine his gentle tongue always so nervous and yet desperate for the taste of bear.

I broke the kiss and ran my paws down his shirt and blazer, the material a little ruffled but still looking so perfectly ft to his form. I leaned close and whispered, "did Pony Bitch bring a change of clothes?" The look on his face was priceless, I was always the dominant one and yet I'd never called him bitch before, I had never felt the need to verbalise my dominant nature with him. His eyes said it all again, the deep repressed, conflicted, embarrassment of someone who loved what he heard and yet has never learned to take an insult.

Still not willing to speak he nodded in reply and then he gasped as my claws came out. Fabric ripped and tore as my claws sliced through his shirt and blazer, I was feral and yet careful, making sure my claws only ever grazed his skin. Letting him feel their sharpness and the power behind my paw, yet not hurting or even scratching him.

His eyes were wide open in shock as the shreds of his clothing fell to the floor. I stood back and admired his body, his taut flanks flexing a little as he shuffled from one hoof to the other. The light dancing off his fur in new ways as he shrank back a little and yet his cock told me just how aroused that little display made him. A small trickle of pre was running down the long shaft, right down until it ran over his leathery balls to dripped onto my cheap carpet.

"Pony Bitch doesn't wear clothing," the growl in my voice held more than a little of a dominant edge I backed it up by caressing his chest. I could feel his breathing, oh so rapid, as my claws teased through his fur and then brushed over his nipples. He moaned loudly as his fully erect nubs were teased by my sharp claws. I took one long look into his eyes, I could see it all in there, the battle between what he wanted and what his upbringing told him to want.

I stripped off my shirt and then turned him around, adding my shirt to the tie binding his arms further, until they were crossed behind his back with no chance for him to escape. Grabbing some of his torn blazer I wrapped the fabric around his head, covering his eyes and tying it tightly, yet not too tight. I had no wish to hurt the sweet boy after all. Wanting him to focus on the feelings I was going to bring to him, I knew the blindfold would focus his mind on his other senses.

Of course I wanted him focusing on feeling more than any other sense, kicking off my shoes I pulled my black work socks off. A whole day wrapped around a busy bear's feet, they were more than a little musky. I stuffed them under the blindfold so they hung down over his muzzle. He neighed a little as my scent assaulted his muzzle, I knew all he would be able to smell was my pure musk and sweat.

A little check of his cock told me that despite his little verbal protest he was loving the treatment, the trickle of pre was now a stream, flowing fast and really soaking my carpet. It was time to move things along to the bedroom, where the carpet was already heavily stained with horse pre, cum and a good dose of bodily fluids from myself and a few others. What can I say I'm a messy bear and I just love a good fuck, to see that spunk fly, afterwards I don't much care where it lands.

Bending down my shoulder hit his stomach and suddenly his was on it, he whinnied in surprise as he found himself tossed over my shoulder. His shining hooves kicked in the air uselessly as I started to carry him up the stairs. Tossing him on my bed, he landed with a startled neigh, unable to protect himself I could smell his panic rising as he lay there.

Time from a little bit of reassurance I decided and so, I picked him up, stroked his cheeks again and then kissed his neck. Tasting his musk, far more delicate than mine, spiced with his perfume and the shampoo his always used. Coconut and mango, oh boy did this pony smell and taste fucking delicious, to this day those two smells still get me hard.

Running my tongue down his body, through his thick fur the grime of his daily exercise still present in traces. I homed in on his nipple, kissing the erect nub and getting a deep aroused neigh from my lover. His body trembled under my assault, oh yes he loved having his nipples played with, my rough tongue lapped over it and then I pinched it between my canines. He squealed a little and yet he didn't pull back, in fact he pressed forward. Oh yes the preppy little boy wanted it, he wanted to be teased and twisted by this dirty, stinking and poor bear. He wanted to degrade himself, to feel a little punishment even and I was just the bear to do it. I delivered a sharp nip to his other nipple, getting a deep throated lustful moan for my efforts this time.

Unable to hold back any longer, I stood up, watching him sit there helpless and alert. His ears searching out for any sign of what was coming next. Slipping a paw around my cock I gently pushed it forward until the meatus pressed to his nostrils. Watching as they flared and I moaned as his hot panting breaths flowed down my throbbing length.

Stroking my glans across his velvet muzzle, I groaned at the feeling of his fur as it tickled my sensitive member. Trailing bear pre over his face, his black fur stained with a glistening trace of pre that in a few minutes would dry to white powdery mark. Eventually I teased his lips with it and they parted for me, just like a good pony slut. That's when I felt the warmth of an eager pony maw and the caress of an energetic tongue. It lapped over my glans and then teased around the corona as I sighed with content.

I stroked his cheeks and whispered to him, "good bitch, now watch your teeth, daddy bear needs to get some release so he can really draw out his enjoyment of your fine body." That was all the warning gave him as my paws suddenly grasped hold of his head and I thrust forward. Now, I'm no horse, my cock ain't that huge seven inches and some change, but it had a nice thickness and I know it felt good to slam it hard into his mouth.

This wasn't some delicate oral with slow and careful thrusting, the was the primal rutting of my boyfriends face. My huge nuts smacked off his chin as I hilted out in his long muzzle. Knowing I was no risk to his throat just allowed me to be more savage in my fucking. I heard him whimper, but a quick check of his cock told me I was doing good. Which was really good because, with that warm muzzle sucking on my meat and that long tongue squirming against my hard throbbing flesh, I had not intention of stopping unless he tapped out.

Bucking quickly I fucked his mouth, like a jock slamming some cheap cheerleader slut, it was all action and no style. My cock reaming his mouth as deep as it could, the smack of my nuts on his chin music to my ears. As my groans and sighs of pleasure were hopefully music to his. I could feel my nuts churning already, hell that was why I was doing this, I needed the release. Seeing him like this bound before me and oh so willing, I had to get my first load into him, otherwise I'd pop the very second I got into his ass and I wanted to enjoy a nice long comfortable power fuck.

Looking down to see my black shaft pistoning in and out of his lips, glistening with his salvia, fuck that is a hot sight. It spurred me on to mate his lips faster and faster, ramming my crotch so hard into his muzzle I could feel his breath on my fur, his panting and the moisture from his lungs soaking my fur. All of it added to my arousal and the feel of his warm tunnel as I ploughed it, oh god it was just so good, I couldn't hold back. Hell I wouldn't hold back, the boy had all but begged to be tied down, I was going to give him the full treatment and so far I think he was loving it.

So was I, my cock was singing in bliss and my body was trembling and then with one last thrust my cock began to pulse sending jet after jet of thick spunk into my pony's hungry throat. Not waiting to be told he swallowed hungrily and I let my paws caress his cheeks again, lovingly and oh my did I love this boy, still do, he was so sweet and perfect. I kept my cock inside his mouth until my orgasm had faded and then pulled it out of his lips, he gave a soft neigh of protest and I bopped his muzzle lightly with it.

"W... what's next?" He asked his voice trembling as his body didn't, I could see his cock soaked, every inch shining with hot hoss pre. Oh I would get to that bit of meat eventually, once I had my fun I would milk that meat, make him shoot so much cum my sheets would be soaked and my mattress would stink of horse cum for... well it still stinks of it, of course it's a new mattress now, but it got it's first dose of cum hours after we bought it.

My paw grabbed his muzzle and I snarled deeply, "Pony Bitch doesn't speak or ask questions unless I tell him he may. Speak again and I will gag you and then punish you for your insolence. Daddy Bear wants to hear your moans fully and if you make him muffle them with a gag then you will have to be punished. Say, yes Daddy Bear, if you understand."

His voice was music to my ears as it replied, "yes Daddy Bear," it wasn't his answer it was the tone. It was low and rich and lustful, it was the voice of a male desperate for cock, for more of me. The voice of someone who would do anything I asked and push back for more. It was a blessing and a gift to me, one I would never abuse or take for granted.

"Now bitch, off the bed, and on your knees please, no not that way turn around, and lay your chest on the bed, that's it raise your rump up for Daddy Bear, there's a good bitch." I stood there and admired the sight for a moment, the young stud laying on the bed, his head resting to one side, the look on his face, pensive and yet excited. The graceful lines of his body flowing down to his ass, oh god did he have a perfect ass. Two round pert buttocks, well toned and muscled from all the running he liked to do, heaven lay between them and he had taken me there many times since that first day we met.

His pucker was there, almost hidden, the black skin camouflaged it perfectly against his black fur. However, the hidden trace of pink there, showing the nirvana that lurked inside. I could see his ears twitching again and resolved to get some earmuffs for next time, along with some cuffs, a spreader bar and a ball gag. After all if you're going to play like this you may as well play with the right toys. I took a step forward and brushed lightly at his tail, it flicked nervously against his ass, his hair thrashing against his taut buttocks.

Slipping down to my own knees behind him I leaned forward and took in his scent deeply, filling my lungs with his delicate and delectable scent. Musky, grass and cinnamon, I pressed my nose to his perineum and he moaned deeply. I ran my tongue roughly over his taint, cleaning away the sweaty grime as my mouth filled with his musk and the tangy taste of horse pre.

He was moaning and panting like a bitch in heat right then, as I licked down lower. Running my tongue over his huge leathery sack lapping over the sweaty masses. Pulling them into my mouth to suck, my fangs slipped around them, my teeth lightly warning the young male not to move. I could hear him whimper and glancing down I could see the drip, drip, drip of pony pre as it landed under my bed. Grinning to myself as those nuts dropped from my mouth, I knew they boy was already ready to blow, a few strokes of tongue or paw and hoss cum would soak everything, well he would have to wait.

Leaning close I kissed his lips, the ones he doesn't usually kiss with. My thick tongue wormed against his pucker as he neighed in delight. My paws were rough on his ass, groping them firmly and massaging the taut nubile mounds. As my tongue delved into the warm heaven that is a pony's ass, thrusting deeply and tasting him, the hint of cinnamon enticing me deeper, the warmth clenching around my tongue as I found his hidden nut. I have been there before many times of course. However, this time he was bound and helpless. I was free to spend as long there as I wished, eating him out properly, he usually wanted me to fuck him pretty soon after my tongue got in. Today I was going to feast on this sumptuous meal, my tongue teased his nut again and again. Neighs and whinnies caught my ear and I just knew he was trying to create a pool of pre under the bed. I could have put a bucket down under him and probably bottled a few pints of the stuff.

Pressing my muzzle closer I let my sharp teeth stroke across his tender ring, hearing his whimper loudly, his voice a mixture of fear and arousal. My tongue thrust in again deeper as my lips brushed a little deeper. My mouth was full of his wonderful flavour as his ass was filled with my salvia. Sweetness of his ass was always a wonder to me, my hungry tongue burrowed deeper and deeper, making sure to stroke his nut again and again. I could hear his whimpers and desperate needful little gasps, My paw slipped down to his huge sack and it was churning and dancing in my paw. Oh pony needed to cum, he needed to cum badly. He was aching for it, well he was going to have to wait, bear was still hungry for more.

Lapping around in circles I stretched his pucker, this boy was going to be ready for a good fucking as soon as I was, well my cock was throbbing and singing it's siren song to me, letting me know it was ready. However, I was having too much fun, dipping my head down a little I got my huge nose into his ass and giggled a little to myself as the world of scents was drown out by one, the scent of perfect pony ass.

Digging my tongue in once more and deeper I reached down and grasped the drooling pony flare. The boy whinnied loudly and a heavy spurt of pre soaked my palm, I knew he wouldn't survive a stroke so I just held my palm there, until I had a pawful, and then brought it to my thick meat. Soaking my maleness in his warm pre and gasping at the feeling, my cock throbbing as I stroked my length slowly. The idea of pawing myself off fully, while I continued to dine between his divine cheeks, was a strong one in my mind. However, I wanted this sort of play to become a regular thing, so I needed to give the bitch what he was begging me for, with his body, his soft moans and neighs, while his blindfolded eyes and expression. This was a pony who needed to be ridden, his body was screaming out for me to breed him.

I pulled my tongue out of his ass and watched as my saliva dripped out of his slowly closing pucker, the liquid running down his perineum and onto his huge dancing pony orbs. Then I got to my feet, planted them firmly on the floor, my toes and claws digging in to the carpet. Just because I was giving the pony bitch what he wanted didn't mean I had to be gentle.

My cocktip, dripping in his pre, stroked up his thigh slowly and my little Brett whinnied loudly. Brushing the glans over the hot dripping pucker I pushed forward a little, letting the pony feel the huge glans start to spread his ass. Then I pulled it out and away from his ass, he gave an indignant neigh and tried to push back. My paw landed on his ass with a smack that echoed around the room, with his squeal of surprise as I snarled, "little bitch wants this cock he's going to have to beg Daddy Bear for it."

Brett was on his knees, his cock screaming at him with need and I had just spanked him hard. Oh if ever there was a moment when he would do whatever I asked it was then and the words had barely left my mouth before he replied. "Oh please, oh god I need it, please, please, please give my your cock..." His begging was cut off by another loud smack and a strangled whimper as my paw landed heavily on his other buttock.

"Who are you begging Pony Bitch, I didn't hear my name yet," my voice rumbled around the room with as much snarling threat as I dared put it. I didn't want him to safeword me, but I wanted to push him as far as I could. After all he'd wanted kinky and I always did my best to give my pony everything he wanted.

"Daddy Bear, Daddy bear, I need Daddy Bear's cock, please Daddy Bear," he whimpered and begged, maybe using my name a little too much, but then my paws are huge and my arms are well muscled, I can deliver a spank harder than most and I hadn't held back that much. It was good to see he could take some punishment but I had found his limit and I knew I needed to follow up that punishment, and his subsequent complete submission, with a reward.

Fortunately I had seven inches of throbbing reward primed and ready, it found his ass still sloppy and so very welcoming. Pushing in with a muted sigh, his ass was welcoming as his mouth had been, I marvelled at how his ass almost seemed to suck my cock inside. A cock hungry slut indeed, I made sure of my angle of entry and my glans teased his tender nut making him sigh with delight. Pulling back half an inch my corona dragged across his prostate and he neighed softly. My paws stroked his back and buttocks reassuringly.

I rocked my hips back and forth slowly one inch in and one inch out, the ridge of my cockhead teasing his prostate constantly. His hooves stamped, and for a moment my heart stopped, but it was just once, it was the nervous feet of a bitch who is aching to be bred, who can't take the teasing of his prostate quietly. I smiled and licked my lips rocking my hips slightly faster looking down at my beautiful lover. Drinking in his submission and his form, there is no sexier sight that a pony spread before you with your cock hilt deep in his ass.

Continuing my patient assault of his prostate, slowly building it up as he bit the bedding and tried to control himself, his ass was already bucking back against me, desperate to get my cock inside him faster and harder. I leaned back taking my paws off him and just slowly worked his ass with my hips, putting my paws behind my head. I continued to pleasure myself slowly on his ass. Just working a few inches in and out with each motion, enjoying the warm tingle, the soft subtle pleasure as little thrills ran up my cock as it teased his ass.

He was moaning and panting like a female lion in the full grip of her heat, when she is desperate for any male to just pound into her. Every sound he made dripped with need, he was begging me without uttering any words, but I knew he needed it needed my cock. Grinning I randomly pulled out almost fully and then rammed my cock home inside him so powerfully my nuts smacked off his taint with a slap that would have been audible. However, it was drown out by the scream that came from my pony, just one word shouted at full volume, "YES!"

Forgetting that I should be mad at him, that I should punish him for speaking without permission I chuckled as my thrusting resumed it's former gentle pace asking, "Pony Bitch like that?"

"Ah...yes Daddy BeAAARRRR!" As he replied I gave another hard and deep thrust, my thick length assaulting his prostate.

Growling with pleasure and my dominance, I reached down stroking his ass tenderly as my hips thrust again harder as I whispered, "Yeah, let me hear it, don't hold back I want to hear how much you like my cock, when I'm finished with you I will let my little Pony Bitch cum, won't that be nice?"

"Oh fuck, yes! Please Daddy Bear, I need to cum so badly," his voice was whimpering and the pleading tone told me that he couldn't take much more. Which suited me down to the ground, after all seeing the pony before me, hearing him beg for my cock, it made my entire body ache with need too. I had to take him, to breed him hard, I let myself thrust hard again and again, getting into a good rhythm. My cock assaulting his prostate again and again, my nuts smacking wildly against his taint.

Creaking under the strain the bed rocked with the rhythm of our rutting, mattress springs squeaking in protest. His voice and mine filled the room with gasps and moans, rising in volume and tempo. The smack of my balls against is wet ass was the percussion to the music of our love. I couldn't hold back I bred him with fierce and passionate intensity, my hips thundering into his as I did my best to bring us into one being.

My mind was lost all I could feel was the pleasure flooding my body, I groaned and gasped. I could hear him whimpering lost in lust beneath me. His ass around me, I could feel his heart beat through my shaft, my heart seemed to match his and for a moment we were one. Unable to hold back any longer I roared as my cock throbbed in his ass my essence flowing into his as he held myself too him tightly.

My body doing what my brain could not, my paw found it's way under him and my fingers wrapped around his shaft. One stroke was all it took, my fingers slid from flare to his sack just once and it was all he needed. He neighed and his ass tried to crush the life out of my cock, as his stallionhood sprayed the heaviest load of seed I had ever seen, or cleaned out of my carpet. It sprayed so far I could see the white jets coming out the other side of the bed and splashing the skirting board.

I don't know how long we lay there, my cock buried in his ass, time just lost all meaning. Eventually I pulled out, letting the cum squirt out of his stretched doughnut after it. Then I untied him and he gasped as I pulled him up and onto the bed, lay his head down on my chest and nuzzled lovingly.

He looked up at me and giggled, "Daddy Bear?"

Chuckling I shrugged and replied, "well Joss used to love it, I thought you might too."

Leaning up he kissed my lips tenderly as he squeezed me in his arms, then as our lips parted he said, "I did, but don't think I'm going to call you that anywhere else."

Mock growling and nuzzled his muzzle and then gave him a soft peck, "of course not, it'd be embarrassing when we were down the pub, or when I finally meet your family." We shared a laugh and then had a little post coital nap in each others arms.

Well, I hope you enjoyed my little tale and that you have sticky fingers now. I've got to go my little pony is picking me up soon and we are going for a nice meal. We have our own basement these days, sex swing and all, you should come by someday. I'm sure Brett could be convinced to let you take a turn on his swing.