Something Sexual, Obviously

The Mandrill grinned as he stared at this **** young woman, yearning solely for his pleasure and his comfort. Doreen's gaze fell to his penis, now standing tall and engorged. Her face grew red and her body grew warm as her world became centred on him.
"You seem to have an idea of what you can do for me," The Mandrill grinned, suddenly in his element. He reached forward, pulling Doreen's corset down, leaving her freckled pale breasts in the air. Her breath hitched and her nipples stiffened as she felt the cold air across her exposed chest. She leaned forward, her buckteeth showing through her uncontrollable grin, her cheeks flush with excitement, and gave the ape's cock an experimental sniff. As the scent filled her, she became lightheaded and focused on one thing. Her tongue involuntarily stuck out, **** to taste it. He palmed the back of her head, nudging her backwards. "I didn't pull down your top just for the looks," he sneered, "although that aspect is... quite pleasant, I must admit." He put his hands over hers, leading her hands to the sides of her exposed breasts, moulding them around his erect member. She began moving up and down, earnest but clumsy. "I've- I've never done this before," she blushed, to which her master responded, "I think we could think of a better use for your mouth than speaking your own inadequacies, no?" She shook her head, trying to regain control of her senses with his attention-grabbing dick mere inches away from her face. She tested his head with her tongue again, before sliding down his shaft. She pumped needily with her tits, **** for the reward that awaited her with her masters orgasm. She gazed up at him expectantly, making eye contact. The Mandrill's penis throbbed as he looked into her wide green eyes and the eagerness contained within. He could feel his lust rising as he came to climax, and through a toothy grin he murmured, "Swallow." Doreen, of course, obeyed, as her mouth was filled with pungent and bitter spunk, expanding her cheeks and filling her sinuses with more of the Mandrill's intoxicating pheromones. Her pupils dilated and a shiver shot through her body as she gulped down the foul liquid, but to her it was the best gift she had ever been given.

Laying in the afterglow, there was a trail of spit from her mouth all the way down to her navel. Unsure of whether her vague stickiness was due to her spit, sweat, or the Mandrill's precum, she cast a glance at him. The Mandrill was suddenly feeling much better about his station in life, wiping grass and bits of pine cone off his backside. The lack of a permanent residence or steady income, not to mention biological essentials like food and water, hit him in a wave of post-nut clarity, but he quickly shook it off upon seeing the dazed form of this college aged girl he had just violated. The adoration in her eyes was almost enough to make him hard again, but after all she had done to him, he was spent. He rose with a grunt, as the supine girl began to protest, "I uh, I really enjoyed that. I hope you did too, do you have a phone or something?" Mandrill gestured at his complete lack of clothing and grunted, "no pockets." Doreen's face fell as she started pulling her corset up over her still-damp bust, clambering to her feet. "Well if you wouldn't mind when you get situated somewhere, give me a call? I really liked this," she chuckled, reminding Mandrill of her previous disobedience.