Take this further.

Your answer is obvious, an astounding, although somewhat slutty, yes. The bear gives you a toothy grin, happy that you gave a positive answer. You bob your head up and down quickly, scared that if you didn’t respond in that instant he’d change his mind.

“I-I’d love to..” You say, blush settled heavier on your face. Your pants have a small wet spot upon them, owing to your arousal.

“Good, good. Then I’ve got a little present for ‘ya, humie.” He grins, before digging into his loose pants. You’re puzzled, though aroused, for a small time, before he starts to pull an utterly sweat slicked, musky smelling cloth from it. “Figured you’d enjoy cleanin’ this much more than I would, ‘eh?” The realization of what it was donning on you slowly, though when it finally does, you’re incredibly horny as a result.

You’re left to just observe, your brain shutting off and rebooting at such a hot idea.

“Turn ‘round for me, eh?” He requests, making a gesture with his hand to do so. And, of course you comply. You feel him work his way closer to you, until he’s right behind you, and you feel his nose puffing out air on the top of your head. His now underwear free lower half pressing against your ass, only his thin pair of pants saving you from your own pair coming in contact with his dick. The size feels promising from the small amount you can feel through the three or so layers of clothing.

The undercloth comes around your face, you taking sight of it at face level with you. It coming closer and closer, until his hands fall closer to him gripping the edges of the stinky cloth. It constricts your face until it ties around your head, the most scent dense part pressed tightly to your nose.

“Nnnghnnnn!!” You practically melt at the scent, and the general situation. Your brain is a mess of emotions, though the most notable one being lust, following closely by a large amount of submissive desire. When you say you want to be this bear’s bitch, you’re very much telling the truth.

“Seems like that was a good move on my part, ‘ay?” He asks, whispering in your ear. “Haven’t washed that thing in ‘bout a week. Glad I could find a slut who can really appreciate a hard working man’s scent.” He chuckled, his voice low, as the both of you are still in public.

“So, I need some help figurin’ out what we should do next.” He states, rubbing down your body, until he gets to his destination, your own needy prick. “On one hand, I’d love to take you back to my place and fuck you into my bed until ‘ya break.” He stops, blowing air into your ear and rubbing at your crotch. “Or, I suppose I could dump a load or two into you right here, ‘ay?”