A Six-Foot Bear Unleashed My Inner Beast As He Throat-F*cked Me

“I descended on Craig as a thoughtful human being, but when my head dislodged itself, I arose a feral animal.”

By Leo Seales

All images of the author, courtesy of the author.

Some NSFW images below!

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“I have a favor to ask you.”

Who asks for favors on Scruff? Was I going to become a drug mule or something? I hesitated as I responded to Craig’s message. 

“What’s the favor?” 

“Can you wear your harness with that thong in your butt photo?”

“Sounds kinky. Sure I will!” My anxiety deflated while my cock sprung to full attention. Finally, my investment in fetish gear and spicy underwear would pay off.

In minutes, I was in the shower. I washed my hair while imagining the carnality to come. Craig and I planned this blow-and-go over a couple of days. He bet me I couldn’t make him cum with my mouth. Naturally, I had to prove him wrong. My body pleasantly shuddered as I imagined the feeling of his hard cock against my pursed lips.

I rinsed my hair and proceeded to lather my furry body with coconut-scented Olay body wash. My lungs inhaled deep full breaths of tropical sweetness as I rubbed my soapy hands against my pierced tits. 

Wait ‘til he sees what a hot piece I am.

Newly fresh and dewy, I stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and dried myself off. I slowly slipped on my infamous shimmering Andrew Christian thong and posed for my bathroom mirror. After some minor adjustments, my booty was POPPIN’!

Craig and I couldn’t wait to get our rocks off. So, my butt was in the driver’s seat of my van the moment he gave me the okay. In less than ten minutes, I parked in the visitor’s section of a gated condo community.

Craig greeted me at the door of his place with little fanfare. Casually dressed in shorts and a Star Wars t-shirt, he quietly escorted me up a flight of stairs and into his bedroom. His roommates, all tucked away in their rooms, were nowhere to be seen.

The towering giant of a man and I made small talk as I arranged my things and grabbed my discount Amazon harness from my backpack. I discarded my blue muscle tank and stood half-naked in a skimpy pair of cut-off jean shorts as I fiddled with the loops and fasteners of the harness. 

Craig walked up to me, reached under each of my shoulders, and secured the gangly piece of sex armor onto my chest. I was already in his arms, which made me ready and available for his advances. His piercing blue eyes stared into my deep dark browns as he began to kiss me.

Kissing Craig was restrained and gratuitous at the same time. While he wasn’t a fan of tongue, our lips danced together plenty. We tasted each other’s mouths repeatedly, like taking tiny bites out of a piece of candy you want to last forever. 

Craig sat on the bed, legs wide open, while I stood above him. As we continued to indulge in sweet kisses, he cupped my ass with his meaty hands. My bottom felt so supported I half-expected him to lift me into the air and kiss me like Tarzan kisses Jane. However, I think he was more interested in pulling off my cut-offs so he could gaze at my plump cheeks.

I dropped my shorts, revealing my curvaceous silhouette, my torso framed by the square harness, and my legs by the triangular thong. The harness positioned my chest in a way that made me look more muscular than I was. Meanwhile, my thong lifted and separated my ass cheeks, accentuating its size and shape. The idea of dressing up for Craig exhilarated me. I felt like his personal sex pet—nothing more than an object to be ogled and used.

Craig removed his Baby Yoda The Child t-shirt and fell into his queen-sized bed. His broad chest was on full display, as were his ripe pink nipples. My hands, compelled to touch, grazed through Craig’s hard chest down to his robust belly. (This man was THICC!) I continued to caress Craig’s expansive physique as I placed my lips against his and tousled his short blond hair.

My new bear buddy must have liked what I was throwing down because he quickly discarded his shorts and sporty light-blue pair of Jockey boxer briefs. Now, this slab of man meat was lying there, in the buff, for me to consume.

If there were one part of Craig’s body I would put on a plate and devour, it was his thighs. (I’m a sucker for a hefty pair of thighs.) Was I technically there for Craig’s penis? Sure. But I gave myself a long minute to massage those sturdy tree trunks. 

Meanwhile, Craig’s semi-erect uncut cock (which was nice and tall, like its owner) stared at me, waiting to get served. I wasted no time. First, I kissed Craig’s tip. Then, I slowly puckered my lips around the entire head and swirled my tongue around it like there was a Tootsie Roll at the center.