Tell him to pop your cherry

"Stick it in my pussy," you say. "I want to feel your hard cock deep inside me."

"Listen to you," he says with a chuckle, pressing himself against your backside and rubbing the slick tip of his cock along your slit. "Where'd a respectable girl like you get such a dirty mouth?"

"I'm not as respectable as you think," you say, your inner walls, clutching, clenching as he teases your nether lips. Your cock is hard and aching, dripping precum on the floor as you push against him, trying to impale yourself on his rigid shaft. "Oh, just fuck me already!" you gasp.

You moan, your body quivering as he slides into you, his hot meat spreading your slick folds, plunging into your tight channel. He reaches the barrier of your maidenhead, presses against it, and hesitates.

"Is this your first time, Miss?"

You nod, biting the edge of your lip. You know from talking to your girlfriends, most of whom are dating, engaged, or already married, that the first time can hurt as that barrier is broken, but they all says it's worth the pain.

"My, my, it's been ages since I popped anyone's cherry," the Fox said. "For this, you can keep the crystals and the coins." He grabs your hips and slams his cock into you, tearing through the thin membrane. There is a flash of pain, sharp enough to make your body clench, and he groans as he pulls out and thrusts deep again. "I swear, there's nothing tighter than a recently deflowered virgin," he says.

As the pain fades, a new sensation takes its place, a deep, aching sort of pleasure that makes your breath catch in your throat. Your friends told you that it felt good, but their descriptions failed to capture the shuddering ecstasy that wells up inside of you. You pant and moan, each forceful thrust of his cock sending another shock of pleasure through your body, but it's not complete. You can feel yourself building toward something, like a gathering storm preparing to break, and even though it feels so good you're not sure if you can stand it, you don't want him to stop. In fact, if he did stop, you think you might die.

"That's it, Miss," the Fox pants. "I'm close. I'm gonna cum."

"Yes, yes, cum in me," you moan, pushing back to meet his frenzied thrusts, letting him pound your throbbing pussy until the knot at the base of his vulpine cock pops inside of you. You cry out, your body clenching as waves of orgasm thunder through you, squeezing his cock as he empties himself, his cock pulsing deep within you.

You lay draped across the counter, breathless and quivering, until his knot shrinks enough for him to pull out. "Thanks for that, Miss," the Fox said, patting you on the rump as he heads for the door, putting his trousers back in order before opening it. "I'll be sure to come back if I find any more of those crystals." Then he leaves.