From the Journal Pages of Tiffany Iscariot

Second Entry

Today was going to be different. I told myself that as I got dressed, I told myself that as I extricated myself from last night's dinner. I decided that a pizzaboy would be a nice treat after the disaster that was dealing with 'Bunni' a few days ago, and it just so happened that they sent a cute raccoon to me. He was certainly spirited, but sadly, lacked endurance.

It truly was a wondrous night though. Shall I go into detail... Yes. I think I shall. This coon was easy enough to charm. All it took was the classic mention of how I 'forgot my wallet' and then asking if there was 'something else I could do.' I could catch the signs of my charm working: his heart rate quickening, watching his breathing pick up the pace, and of course the most telling sign of all; the soft sound of his jeans straining as his arousal grew.

He played it coy of course. Simply saying that it wasn't 'proper' and that he'd wait for me to pay. Oh you poor boy, you were already in too deep, and I knew it. I  smiled as I looked over the boy, watching his tail twitch with a combination of fear and arousal. I leaned forward, whispered gently into his ear, telling him a simple phrase. I turned away, my tail swishing behind me, and I can hear his feet hitting the floor nearby as he follows close behind.

I led the raccoon into my room, allowing him to watch as I peeled my shirt off slowly, setting it aside gingerly, my bra keeping my cleavage in check. I recall briefly thinking to Bunni's larger chest, but cleared it from my head right there - I had to stay in the moment, I had to keep this raccoon in check. A subtle glance, and a mild suggestion to the boy led him to unclasp the garment, letting it fall aside with my shirt as I turned then to face him. I trailed my fingers along his side, up and down, nice and slow. listening to his short, scattered breaths. I wondered for a moment just how long this one would last - he was surely about to have the night of his life.

I undid the button to his jeans, unzipping them slowly and then tugging down his boxers, watching as his cock practically sprung out, finally released from their cotton prison. It was an impressive member, long and thin, a few speckles of black along its length. The exotic ones taste better sometimes. I started slow, trailing my tongue along the underside of the shaft, feeling him shudder weakly as I moved up, wrapping my lips around the tip. My tongue worked the head for a moment, and I glanced up to see his reaction once in a while. Judging from how much he was panting, writhing, and already sensing just how close he was to going over the edge, I knew one thing for certain; This was his first time. 

I smiled as I pulled off of him as slowly as I could, tasting his precum as it leaked out. I greedily swallowed it, as sometimes it helps to have a little extra with your meal. Some say tasteless, I say seasoning. A short bit of oral, I admitted to myself, but tasting a virgin only comes by once in a while, and when that happens, sometimes it's best to skip the foreplay and get right to the main course. I stood up, stroking his cheek gently, pressing my hips against him as I leaned in, whispering a few sweet nothings into his ear, ensuring that he was ripe and ready. 

I laid down on my bed, and allowed him to straddle my form. I could feel his cock throbbing against me, the heat radiating from it almost enough to sate my hunger. But I knew I had to let him in. A virgin only comes along once in a blue moon after all. I gave him a nod, and felt him penetrate my folds, sliding in slowly. He seemed nervous, I could tell that much, but another quick glance, and a gentle hand stroking along his chest had him growling like a beast in heat, and he knew he had to just let it out.

I grasped the coon's hips, pulling his body against mine, my fingers digging into his sides as I rode against his shaft. I clenched adn gripped as much as I could, hearing him pant and gasp at just how much he was enjoying himself. I could taste his throes of pleasure on my tongue, feel his heat writhing within me. I continued to thrust and clench against him, taking my fill more and more. 

A few moments later, I heard him shudder and gasp, and felt his hot seed filling me up. Poor thing, even when I took my time, he could barely last longer than a minute within me... Oh well. A meal's a meal, and his taste was certainly something. I suppose I'd compare it to a fine wine, aged for a number of years, and then served with a someone middling portion of meat. Tasty, but... something about it was unfulfilling. 

Something was off. Something about how he tasted... I can make the mightiest of mountains kneel and bow to my whim. I can get someone to follow me up to my bedroom with but the simplest of phrases. I can have anyone, anyone at my beck and call and get filled up with ease, and enjoy a scrumptious taste... But it wasn't enough. There was a bigger meal out there, and I had to sample it.

I had to have her. I just knew. If word got out that I couldn't control this one bunny, I'd be the laughingstock among Succulings worldwide. I had her number, it would be so easy just to call her up, to arrange a meeting. I felt I had a firmer grasp on the situation, I knew it would be trickier, but I knew I had to do this. I slowly worked at setting the pieces in place - sending texts, placing a few calls, all going according to plan. I had her number, and this time, I'd bring my A-game. I was prepared to face her and bring her down finally.

The raccoon had vacated my home at this point, allowing me time to get dressed up. The plan was simple - meet her for coffee, get her to my place, and then go to town on her. The sounds of her pleasure throes would be able to be heard from space, and my reputation would remain untainted. Perfect. Everything would go simply swimmingly. Right?

 The trip towards the coffee shop was uneventful. Spotted a few potential marks for later, but their time would come later. All that mattered now was Bunni. All that mattered was conquering that mark. I spotted her in the window, and parked quickly, stepping inside after a few moments.

It was simple at first - we ordered a drink, she decided to get some confectionary of sorts. Looked to be a cinnamon loaf of some sort. I guess I could understand her adoration for it - everyone has their vices after all. We made small talk for a brief bit, her attention occasionally trailing to one of the others in the coffee shop. A quick gesture though got her attention back to me... Perhaps my charm was working. Then again, I hadn't brought it on full force just yet.

Finally, I took a breath, and worked at it. I could feel the difference in the air, I caught the brief shortness of breath from her, spotted her pupils dilate slightly. I heard the shuffling as her legs crossed and uncrossed... I had her. I smiled lightly and leaned forward, tilting her chin toward me once again, staring into those lovely green eyes of her. I asked her if she wanted to take this someplace a bit more private - my place. I'd drive, she could ride shotgun, and surely she would adore the idea, and latch onto my side.

But then she hesitated. She blinked once, twice, and then proposed a different option. She... proposed a different option How... how could she do that? She proposed the idea going for a short walk - going to her place, as it was fairly close. I found myself nodding. Nodding in agreement with her words. Something was wrong again. She stood up, and I found myself trailing after her. I followed her out of the store, as she walked toward a small home. It was quaint and cozy, a two-story home... Someone else must live there perhaps?

I entered her home, and the next thing I knew, she was draping herself over me, leading me towards her couch - a lovely pink plush number - and pressing me down onto it. I found myself simply... enthralled by her scent, her demeanor, her form... I wanted to taste her. I wanted to hear her heartbeat synced with mine, I wanted her to be mine. But that seemed... distant. That seemed like a distant idea. I... I wanted to be... hers?

I felt her lips lock with mine, I tasted her tongue on mine, as our hands roamed freely over each other's bodies. I stroked her fur, feeling the soft texture beneath my fingers. Her own hands stroked my skin gently, eliciting quivers and soft gasps from me. She must have noticed though, because her hands resumed their exploration of my form, slipping underneath my blouse, cupping my breasts gently. Her thumbs rubbed over my nipples, which sparked a loud shuddering moan from my lips. My back arched in response, my tail twitching and writhing.

Bunni, sensing my building heat, whispered... something in my ear. I couldn't recall, but she then proceeded to unbutton my blouse, kissing along my body, slowly moving down my body. Another button undone, another several kisses, the process repeated itself over the course of several long moments. I felt her playing with my belt after a moment, turning around slowly though. My eyes widened... was I about to have a taste of her?

She turned around, her knees straddling my head as she lowered her skirt towards me. Her own head was nearing my groin, and I knew what had to be done. I reached up and pulled the pleated fabric of her skirt away - revealing that she had opted for our 'date' to go commando. I smiled and pulled her hips down towards my lips. And I finally got my taste.

It was very brief though, as she quickly buried her own tongue into my folds. I moaned softly, and redoubled my efforts, I had to keep focused - The brief taste I had got was just... it was perfect. It was nirvana in its purest form. I drove my tongue deep within her, writhing as she herself did the same. I felt her warm tongue lapping at my folds around the edges before slipping inside. I myself licked gingerly at Bunni's clit, kissing around the edges. She found mine, and started doing the same thing, as though she was reading off my activities and simply mimicing them.

Either way, she was effective. I felt a climax rising within me... but she seemed to not be nearing the same. I worked at her harder, my focus slipping and waning though as she seemed to know how to work my folds. She seemed to know how best to get me writhing and moaning, my lips breaking away from her nethers as I spiked over the edge. I felt my climax approach and tumble over, my low shuddering moan echoing through the room. I shivered as I then felt... exhausted. I started to doze off gently, feeling her warmth against me. It was ok, I was in good hands... she was just so... pleasant~

I awoke some time later, still on the same couch, but Bunni was nowhere to be found. I did, however, find a note taped to my blouse, which simply read 'Had to go to my bf's house. Maybe I can introduce you sometime, he'd love a threesome. Bunni~<3' So... She has a boyfriend does she? Well, perhaps I can find a way to make this work after all. I knew that once again, my charm had backfired. I'd fallen under its effects once again, and was practically a slave to her pleasures. 

At least this time, I finally got a taste. At least this time, I knew just what I was fighting so hard to get.

Next time Bunni. I'll just have to get you next time.