Morning Blow/Footjob (w/ Arabella) (Halloween 2022 Special)

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You wake up with an odd sensation emitting from your groin. You could tell your body wasn’t waking up immediately because it wanted to but was interrupted.

You blinked and moved slightly, but whatever else was in bed with you was making sure you weren’t going ANYWHERE.

A groan leaves your mouth, and you recognize it as one of pleasure. Your sense of touch comes rushing in, and you feel A LOT more pleasure coming from your morning wood. “Shit,” you mutter. You rest your head back on your pillow and exhale.

A wet mouth was upon your member, bobbing up and down its length. It wasn’t the first time you’d woken up to this, but you liked it as much as you did the first time.

“Fuuckk,” you murmur. “Gwen, is that you?”

“Mmm~?” The muffled reply makes it difficult for you to judge who’s under there.

“Mikko?”

“Mm-mm-mmm~!!!” Her efforts triple, making you stiffer than a shepherd's staff.

“Arabella?” You ask, your toes curling.

“Mm-mm-mmm!!!”

With no clear answer, you just relax and let whoever’s mouth carry you to ecstasy. A few curses part your mouth in the meantime, and your cock gets harder. Eventually, the mouth is taken away, and it’s replaced with the sand-paper tongue you never got used to. Mikko, Gwendolion, Arabella? You didn’t know which tongue it was, but that first lick from the base and to your tip confirmed that it WAS one of them.

The urge to pull the sheets is taken away— the phantom behavior of your faceless fox drives the levels of lust through the roof.

You exhale and close your eyes as you bring your hands to your face. “Whichever one you are, keep going. I’ll be sure to reward you whenever I’m able to.”

A small giggle comes from your massager, but it isn’t near enough for you to identify who it is. So instead of playing detective, you let your cock get sucked, and your balls are juggled, allowing this to wake you up instead of a coffee.

A few minutes pass, and you subtly thrust forward. This grants you the single-tone musical from the girl between your legs. First, it’s a gag and then a “flwehh” as she recovers from the unexpected push. You can’t help but shiver when you feel the cool breath going over your shaft when she does that, but to say it takes away from the pleasure would be a lie, so you just lay there flexing your cock as she finds her breath again.

You find that you’re nearing your breaking point when she resumes her licks. Your breathing becomes more labored, and you have to adjust your legs, making it seem like you’re squirming. Although perhaps you are twitching, these kinds of treats don’t happen every day, and with your sense still in the process of waking up, it wasn't easy to think of something else.

Your phantom sucker finds your balls again and starts washing each testicle individually while cranking your shaft. All the saliva and spit added since the first time makes this one of the best handjobs you’ve ever been given. Slowly, you throw your hips into the fist that grips you but aren’t as enthusiastic about moving too much because it distracts her from your balls, so you resort to simple movements.

Finally, at your breaking point, you let out an awkward moan before you let her know you are about to cum. A small voice squicks out praise, but you aren’t able to pinpoint its owner still. So instead, you push your hips out and let your cock stretch out like a flag pole.

After giving her a few uninterrupted moments of her own tactics, you fail to withhold your climax and start to release your spunk into her greedy, naughty mouth quietly. She drinks your cum like she’s been craving it since the night before.

“How as that, master?”

“Arabella?” You say in a whisper. “I should have known it was you.”

She giggles, licking your rod, and then kisses the head. “Of course, you should have, but you didn’t.”

“Where are the others?”

“Making breakfast, they told me to wake you up, so I did it just the way you would have wanted me to.”

You pull the covers aside and discover Arabella, coiled between your legs, already staring at you as if she was expecting you to do exactly that. But, instead, there’s a cute smile curled in her mouth, and her eyes are bright with lust. You brush back her hair and sigh. “Do we need to leave now?”

Arabella shakes her head. “No, but we can if you’d like.”

Your eyes go over her face. Sweet and fuckable, pale and full of characteristics that you adored. She smiles wider. “Is there anything else you want to do before we get moving?” Arabella says with a wink.

When she shuffles, you fail to see any clothing besides her underwear. “You were planning this, weren’t you?”

Arabella mockingly gasps, acting as though you’ve accused her of a heinous crime. “Master! How could you allow yourself to think like that?” she wiggles and crawls up to you, playing fake anger in both voice and expression.

“Don’t you consider me better than that?” She whispers in your ear, licking the lobe and then kissing your jawline. “You think all I want to do with you is sex and dirty things?”

You start holding her hips, feeling the warmth of her body as she envelopes you with her words like they were extra limbs somehow. Her hands trail your chest, encouraging you to do the same with her, so that’s what you do. Her minor imperfections aren’t anything new or unique to you, but they are familiar, and they do ignite some heated memories that are filled with crude images– all the sex, all the teasing, all the naughty suggestions.

Before you knew it. You between kissing. Not as longing as one may expect for hardcore lovers, but Arabella didn’t want to **** your own salty taste in your mouth, so they were simple pecks on the lips, accompanied by licks on the cheek.

When she pulls away, you stare deep into her eyes. The color of Arabella’s eyes is vibrant– they could have confused with embers from a flame, but much more enticing. There was no reason for her to be like this, but there was no reason for you to reject her advances either, so you decided to simply partake at the moment she was providing you.

“I don’t think you’re a sex doll,” you say, studying her closely. “But sometimes I think that’s all that you consider me.”

She smirks. “Are we doing anything else or what?”

“Why don’t we swap places?” You look up at Arabella as she blushes.

“Your wish is my command~,” she responds with no irony.

Arabella gets comfortable in your bed; her back is pressed against your lingering heat, and she sighs contentedly. Her eyes dart to yours while she smiles. Her plushy ears twitch, her fingers are spread, and her chest rises and falls. Without even thinking, you consider her a remarkable specimen, even if she is a “new subhuman.”

You go over her breasts with your hands and make tight circles with them. Her plump bust responds by pressing back with hard nipples that you can easily feel through the fabric of her bra before you discard it aside. You suck on teeth. Your smile is playful but very lewd as you take in the view of her naked chest. “You look amazing,” you moan.

Her tail wipes to one side and then the other, and her usual complexion is tarnished by an overgrowing shade of scarlet. “I look my best for you~.”

Your fingers train all over her. “You looked this good before I owned you too.”

A smug smile plays over her lips. She finds your cock and tugs on it, making you gasp slightly. “Who owns who?”

A sense of pride washes over your mind. “You want me to show you?”

A flicker of concern goes over her eyes. Did she cross the line by saying that? She swallows, wondering how bad her punishment is going to be. You notice her change. “I ought to do something to remind you.”

“I— well— that wasn’t meant to be,” Arabella’s words are caught between lines of thought. Soon, she’s caught off entirely when your fingers tighten around her throat. Another expression goes over her face, but it’s impossible to gauge what it is about.

You glide your other hand down between her bosom, then her stomach, past her waist, and right on her slit. You play with her clit while the pads of your fingers explore her outer lips. She tries to gasp, but it comes out strangled and disembodied almost.

There’s no room for mercy for either your left or right hand. They push her to the very rims of her limitations in a matter of seconds.

You watch Arabella’s face contort in a mix of pleasure and fear as she feels your fingers dive into her snatch, dipping themselves into her clear honey. It’s easy to admire the tightness of your individual digits, but eventually, it makes you crave more than just her squirming and cursing; instead, you are looking for the climax.

The fingers around her neck squeeze as the fingers thrust into her pussy explore deeper, and show less mercy. A wet noise starts to emit from between your bodies as Arabella is both choked and finger-banged all at once. The way her vagina clutches around your middle and index finger tells you she’s enjoying this far more than she’s not, so you press on.

She closes her eyes, letting out an awkward gasp as it’s trapped inside her throat. In the meantime, her other lips clamps down on your two digits, resisting the thrusting motions all at once. Her cheeks turn bright pink, and her lower lip quivers. Her eyes shoot open just as she begins to hump your invasive palm– this encourages you to increase your effort, so you do exactly that, making all the noises explode simultaneously!

Under your breath, you **** Arabella, but she loses no lust or shows any sign of not wanting any more of you or your actions. However, you suppose it would have been a little difficult to read her thoughts right now. Between her gurgling and squirming, she hardly looked at you.

Your fingers around her neck loosen, and she gasps. “M-master! Oh, my fucking God~!!!”

She humps your hand harder. “You’re going to make me cum~!!!”

With those words, you pull back your hands entirely. However, her hips still move like she still feels your fingers inside of her. Arabella’s lips are glossy with spit, and her eyebrows furrow with confusion. “Wha-where…? Why aren’t you…?”

“I want to hear you beg for it,” you tell her. She whines in response, looking where you had been feeling her just a few seconds ago. “Tell me how badly you want me to finish you off.”

Her mouth moves like she’s speaking, but you hear nothing coming out of her mouth. You run your fingers between her legs, feeling the insides of her thighs as you slowly sense her trembling. You glance down and see how wet she is, figuring she’s close. You know she’s about to cave into her desires.

Arabella moistens her lips and nods. “I want you to finish me, master. I’m sorry if I offended you. I ought to know my p-place.”

You spread her thighs, poking suggestively near her entry. “How badly do you want me to finish you?”

She whimpers, thrusting her hips. “Really, really, really badly!!”

“Would you do anything?” You ask teasingly.

Arabella whines loudly. “Yes! Yes! Fucking yes!! Please, finish what you started! I’ll let you do whatever you want with me~!”

You screw into her hole with three fingers, thrashing her rapidly. Your cock throbs when you feel her close around your fingers, but it’s the sight and sound that gathers the most attention to you. She arches her back and lets out a wonderful sing-song moan that breaks into the room. It takes only a handful of seconds for her to start shuddering. Your eyes widen as Arabella squirt all over you on the bed.

“Master! Master! Oh, yes! Master!!!” Arabella coils back as she cries out. You keep your fingers plugged into her hole. Everything is wet with her juices; you promptly lick yourself clean, regarding the ruined girl on the sheets like an unwrapped toy. “Whatever you want, you said?”

Arabella nods weakly. "Yes...Thank you, master."

You step off the bed and wink at her. “I’m going to fuck your feet.”

Arabella looks at you. Her complexion is pale, and her eyes are lazy. Your fingering has taken a toll on her. She sighs and rolls her head to one side, looking at you like she’s either high or half-asleep. “What?”

Your hands massage her long legs. There’s a thin layer of sweat over them, but you admire them nonetheless. A little sweat doesn’t take away any of the beauty in them. Your eyes travel down to her feet. She lightly wiggles her toes before she giggles.

“I don’t think you’ve done anything like that with me before. Have you?” Arabella’s voice is low, but she doesn’t say any resistance to anything you are doing still.

“Mm, I don’t know,” you murmur, grabbing her calves and lifting them from the bed, forcing her to touch your hard cock with the soles of her feet. Warmth surrounds your penis as they brush against you. “But there’s a first time for everything, right?”

Another giggle. It’s lazy, but she looks amused with what she’s seeing. She commands her toes to tease you. You both watch your cock slide between the sides of her feet. The sensation is much different from a hand and mouth, but it’s pleasurable, if not more, in some ways. Your mouth opens slightly with an awkward smile.

Arabella sees your expression switch and smiles too. She gives you complete control over her feet. “Do as you please~,” she whispers. “I’m here for your pleasure.”

Nothing needs to be said. Instead, you start throwing your hips into her feet, fucking them like they were made to be used in this exact fashion. Arabella’s eyes are transfixed on the motions you are doing. They pulse with wonder while her mouth curls in a snarky grin.

Your cock stiffens. You watch everything too, but it’s mostly the idea and the action that makes this more interesting to you. Every so often, you catch a glimpse of the fox, admiring her sweaty face and wild orange hair. You explore down her legs with one hand, alternating how you massage her.

“Oh,” she moans. “Master, your hands feel so nice down there.”

You blink– lost in your throbbing and massaging. She coos at you, slightly closing her toes around your shaft as you pull back. “You feel nice down there,” she giggles at her comment about your penis.

“You feel so big, too,” she continued. “I like the way your cock feels between my feet.”

“I like it, too.” You smirk, fucking her feet a little faster. You explore her legs more, admiring them more than any other time before. You’ve seen her in stockings, underwear– plenty of times just bare too, but you haven’t indulged yourself in feeling her legs. You almost regret that as you take advantage of the moment.

Her body moves slightly every time you thrust forward. Her mouth bobs too, but words rarely come out. Instead, soft moans come out to tickle your ears. Back and forth. Forward and backward. Your face feels flushed– you didn’t expect this little experiment to treat you so well!

The only thing you notice is that it’s a little rough. You pull back and let go of her feet. “Get on your knees,” you command. Arabella stares at you, not moving an inch. You repeat yourself with a little more energy behind your words, and she follows her order.

Her face is so close to your cock that you can feel her heat coming off of her cheeks. “Lube it up,” you say simply.

Arabella licks her hands before she reaches for your manhood. Then, she grips firmly on your rod and starts to stroke you. Every 2 or 3 passes, she spits on your penis and swirls her tongue around the tip. However, you’re so fixated on her feet that you consider all her handiwork and mouth tricks weak foreplay. As soon as she’s done her duty in lubing you up, you tell her to lay on her back and raise her legs. Like a dutiful slut, she does what she’s said, and you are soon humping her soles once again.

The spit on your rod was applied perfectly to your meat-spear. You slip-and-slide between her steppers. The same look on her face comes back as she watches you use her feet for the first time in a sexual manner. Every couple of passes, you look at each other, silently encouraging or complimenting one another like horny spouses.

At a steady rate, you start speeding up, increasing how fast you are fucking her feet. You want to say something but worry that you might stammer. So, instead, you let your actions speak for you. Arabella’s OK with that. She’s in love with what she’s seeing!

You use her feet to jerk you off; they’re soft and warm and fit around you uniquely. Her amber eyes watch, and she licks her lips hungrily. “You’re close, aren’t you?”:

“Yes,” you say. “Very close.”

“You should cum above me like that and let all that cum drip down,” she sticks her tongue out. “I’ll try to catch it! We can make a little game out of it~!”

Maybe there were different options at one point. Those options are gone now. You hump her feet faster…Your balls start contracting, and the thoughts in your mind begin to fade. All that matters is this orgasm and the girl beneath you.

All that leaves your mouth is a slight grunt when you start cumming. Arabella gasps as she feels the strands of hot sperm dribble down on her chest and chin. She sticks her tongue out in an attempt to catch some of the white treats that drop down her unsuccessfully, but she continues to moan anyway. She takes one of her fingers and collects her master’s spunk. She sucks her fingers clean, watching your penis flaccid between her soles.

When you lower her legs down, she remains on the floor.

“Fuck,” you laugh. “That was incredible.”

Arabella swings her legs around and stands on her knees, ensuring she’s collected everything. With a few licks and some playful sucks, she’s gotten two good mouth fulls of cum now. She nods and stands up. “I liked it~! I liked it a lot. Are we doing anything else before we have breakfast?”