Then she shook her head – “Oh, never mind!” – and before Ryan knew what had happened, he saw the ceiling spin above him, and he was flat on his back in the middle of her bed. The cushion sank around him as her knees dug in on either side of his head, and then her fingers were prying open his mouth and flattening out his tongue. “That’s right. Just like that… Don’t move.” Her thighs jiggled as she shifted forward, and they squeezed and tensed as her weight settled down on his mouth. His world became the heavy crush of salty/tangy-slicked fur and the small diamond of light he could see between her buttocks and hooves, but her swishing tail kept that closed off more than not. Somewhere above him, a bra fastener snapped, and one of the massive lacy cups landed over her hoof; her sigh was as contented as if she had slipped into a hot bath at the end of a long day. Her voice came muffled from between her thighs. “Oh… Naked is so much better. If there’s one thing I can’t stand about this city, it’s the prudery. As if we didn’t all have nipples and cocks.”

She gave a little side-to-side wiggle to settle his open mouth into just the right spot beneath her smother of flesh, then began a slow, practiced, rhythmic back-and-forth across his tongue and lips. She seemed to know exactly what she wanted and needed, and was as handy with the little shifts of her hips as if he had been a vibrator in her hands. When he tried to lick, to stiffen his tongue and curl it up between her slick labia, she pressed a firm finger down into his solar plexus. “Stop. Just let me do it. I’ll tell you what I want.”

Apparently what she wanted next was a naked Ryan, since she tugged his belt open and slid it free of his pants. There was no break in that back-and-forth rhythm, but each extra movement and stretch across his belly spread her labia wide and sent a tiny little gush of her juices washing over his tongue for him to swallow or choke on. She drew deep, heavy breaths through her nostrils, and her belly quivered where the tuft of hair on his chest tickled it. His pants came off next, flung over the side of the bed with his underwear, and finally his shirt – which came off the wrong way quite easily once she’d twisted her fingers into the fabric on either side of the collar and tore it down the front.

Once she had him naked, her fingers traced along the stripes of color that surrounded his belly, then grabbed his wrists and pulled them back to hook his hands around the bulges of flesh at the top of her waist. “Hold on, Honeybutt.”

Ryan was glad he did, because she had been taking it easy on his face before. Her hips began to rock and bounce and shimmy, and between her saliva and her increasingly flooding juices their flesh began to slap together with the sound of sex.

“MmMmMmMmMmMmM,” she hummed, her voice undulating with the vigor of her her grinding.

Ryan considered the possibility of dying like this – he could barely breathe the gasps of air bellowed up from that diamond beneath her buttocks, and with his jaw still spread wide under her labia it felt like he was drowning in a sea of oil-slicked leather cushions. It would be a good way to go, he decided, as he caught a quick breath between a gap in her flesh and strained his neck against the anticipation of her weight grinding back down on him. He was drowning in Eleanor! The thought of her cumming on his face was… he couldn’t explain why, but it was deeply erotic, and even though her hands hadn’t come near his cock, he could feel it springing to life. Suffocating like this would make him the envy of every red-blooded creature back at work.

But before he could begin to see see stars, she’d rocked off his face with the agility of a bedroom ballerina and turned around to straddle his lap. “Quick, quick! it’s happening!” As she lifted him out of the divot she’d forced him into in her mattress, hugging him tight against her slick belly, he could feel a sudden warmth – a wet squeezing sliding down his erection.

He hugged the bulge of her stomach back. No… this was better. Even spooning her stomach, his muzzle nestled into the canyon between the top of her belly and the curves of her heavy breasts. Through sticky eyelashes he could see that she was grinning again, like she’d just found a winning lotto ticket, and then her breasts came mashing together on either side of his face. Something warm and wet streamed over his shoulders and down his back, and when one breast fell away and her finger wedged in between his lips, it tasted like cream. Ryan slurped greedily, and felt her vaginal walls quiver and clench down on his erection. Eleanor’s breath faltered, catching in her chest.

When he stretched his lips to try to follow her withdrawn finger up the wet streaks to her nipple, her thighs tightened around his waist and she pushed his muzzle back to center. “No! You stay right there.” Back came her mashing breasts, squeezing again and again like oranges being juiced on his temples. Each squeeze squirted a fresh new rivulet to dribble down his back until his fur had soaked through; with each squeeze her warm vagina grabbed at his erection. Her shoulders rolled forward to keep him trapped in cleavage while her fingers wandered down the curve of his back, rubbing back up against the hairgrain to work her milk all the way down to his skin. By the time she was kneading his buttocks, Eleanor was gasping and moaning.

Ryan didn’t know what it was – maybe it was the blowjob earlier that had drained him, or maybe the pumping squeeze instead of the slide of her vagina, or maybe being buried in her breasts and drenched in her milk was just more kink than he could handle in a single night, but while her breath began to quicken and become shallow and her thighs gripped around his waist, he couldn’t get beyond just hard and aroused. He couldn’t imagine what more he could possibly need; simply listening to her gasp and moan through her orgasm should have wrung his stones dry.

But she didn’t seem particularly concerned as she slid off Ryan’s lap and onto the bed beside him, and his still-hard phallus sprung up to attention between. She took it casually in one hand and idly stroked it – just absent-mindedly petting it really, as if it were the most natural thing in the world – as she tilted her head to look the antelope over. “Dear God, Honeybutt – you’re a mess.”

He knew it, too. His eyelids were half-sealed shut, and he could feel his fur sticking up wet and every which way. But he didn’t say anything – his lids drooped as he rocked with the rhythmic stroke of her fingers.

“Close your eyes, darling.”

Ryan obeyed when he saw her mouth open and coming toward him, and just in time for her wet tongue to swipe up the side of his face and over his eyelids. Immediately – instantly – his erection went from firm to rigidly hard, and she giggled as she squeezed it back.

“Oh, I see!” She rotated his head the other direction and swiped slowly up the other side of his face, then smiled her appreciation at the squirming effect it had on the phallus in her hand. “Well, we’re both in luck, Honeybutt. Especially if you like the smell of cheeseburgers.” She blew through pursed lips over his muzzle, but her humid breath just smelled like Eleanor, now – like sex and sweat and sweet, thick cream. “I saved just enough room. Keep your eyes closed now.”

Ryan sighed in ecstasy as her tongue and lips washed over his face and neck, and he arched back to give her plenty of room to wander down his chest and belly and attack the rigid erection waiting for her. But he was surprised to feel her hoist his head back up toward her, and to feel her lips press against his with what – for a brief moment was a proper kiss. He eagerly tried to kiss back, but only found her finger pushed to his presented lips. “Be patient, Honeybutt, and I promise it will be worth your while when I get there.”

He wanted to ask her what she was talking about, but her fingers had clamped his muzzle shut. This time when she brought him back to her for a kiss, her lips had spread wide – too wide – and then her teeth replaced her fingers at the top and bottom of his snout.

“Wht?” His eyes opened wide. Her hands had slipped beneath his arms and she was lifting him from the bed and over her head.

“Shhhh…” Eleanor’s tongue hissed against his lips before stretching out to cradle his chin and pull his head further into her gaping mouth; her jaw worked quickly and her teeth clenched behind his skull and jaw. Ryan squirmed, and weakly kicked at the air a couple times, but she just squeezed him tight in response, hushed him until he was still, then freed a hand to reach down and stroke his erection back to the fore of his attention. “Mmmhmmm…” she chuckled as he went slack, just before she gulped his shoulders into her mouth.

He barely restrained his mounting climax long enough for her tongue and lips to slither their way over his torso to pull in his erection; by that time his face was just a stifled, sodden wad at the back of her throat. Eleanor’s hands had worked all the way down to his hooves, and she spread his legs apart enough for her tongue to curl up beneath his balls and squeeze. Ryan’s orgasm came with one last, thick breath, and shuddered through his entire body.

He thought he was suffocating then, because that orgasm seemed to stretch out toward the horizon. His life flashed before his eyes, but it wasn’t what he’d done; he saw what was coming. He was outside and above his own body, above her, and he saw her glowing with delight as she hungrily gobbled up the legs that used to be his, no longer concerning herself with taking it slow and sensual. Her belly was swollen and lumpy as she sunk back into her soaked sheets, but the only movement in the lumps came when she pushed at them with her fingers, smooshing the bulge of a head or the sharp press of a knee back down into the mass. A gurgling sound in her stomach gathered into a quick belch, which she half covered with her fingers though no one was around to see. Even if she was naked and sprawled in her bed, a predator now revealed, she was every bit the Ms. Eleanor from work. She was more: she was all of the flirting and winks and insinuations fulfilled. He found himself sharing in her contentment as her eyes drifted shut and she smacked her lips happily; he settled in just to gaze at her as her breathing became slow and steady and she began to snore. The rest of the night and the morning passed like one long moment of watching her breasts rise and fall with each breath. As the light began to stream in through the gaps in her curtains, he felt himself tugged toward the brightening light. He resisted. She woke slowly, and he held on above her. She rolled out of the bed, and stumbled hazily into her bathroom. At last he let go. He didn’t begrudge her the night before one bit, even if it had cost him his life. His only regret, that he’d had but a single night with her, was left behind, forgotten in the room as he soaked out through the lemon yellow brightness glowing through the curtains.

When Eleanor finally returned to her room, she picked through her clothes for the day. All she had on the calendar was a little shopping, but that new clerk at the store was kind of cute…