Roulette 3

I signed as I ran my eyes down the menu. I've been to this restaurant maybe four times this month already. It's funny how fast you can get bored of some foods.

"I'll just have a salad." I muttered as I folded it. Looking across from me, the tiger was still going on about his day. The man could sure talk. This date was dragging on. I was more interested in the food, and for a salad, that was saying much for my date.

We ate and I listened to him drone on about time after time how he got his boss to do his work for him.

… Such useless banter…

This is why I've sworn off dating for years before now. Why do I care about this? Who would care about this? I nodded politely once or twice but my heart wasn't into it.

Eventually he was catching on to my boredom.

"I ham, well… If you would like to,… As I assume. Ha ha, you're more than welcome at my home… "He stammered out.

I thought he'd never ask. I gave him a light smile and stood up. Cue to pay the bill if any.

I've been dining out every night for two months now.

...and every day a new suitor.

This feline of a man was just another evening out in my plan. It was no secret to anyone anywhere what I've been doing. After the "party" that made me somewhat infamous, I've become the bane to so many girlfriends and wives.

My dreams to have a child have yet to have flourished. Mad after man, not caring who the father becomes, I have yet to get results.

I have turned to dating. I had sworn off it for years, but here I am. The first few were simple, a few days a week ending in the sack each time. I'd be lying if a few of them weren't intimate at first. Meeting a new face, getting to know a little, and then raunchy sex when I get home.

But with each failed impregnation, I would try again, and again and again. Soon the dates were almost repetitive and boring.

I actually picked up a reputation. You can only date so many men in one city before they start noticing you with another on the street. One or two of them would get offended, or fight, but they knew from the get-go what I was looking for.

Some of them professed their love to me and I laughed in their face. "How could you love somebody after one date?!" I'd jeer in response. If I broke a heart or two... tough.

I blinked and came back to reality as he was offering his hand to lead me from the restaurant. I humored him and let him guide me to his car. He seemed well-off for what he was driving apparently. We drove for a good 20 minutes or so before coming to his home. I was surprised that it wasn't another apartment that had to be shared with roommates or an angry landlord yelling from the floor beneath. Those guys were like flies to me...

I looked back at him and he was staring at me looking as though he was waiting for a response.

"I'm sorry what?" I realize he had asked me something and I was completely oblivious to it.

"Heh. I said are you really enjoying this daily game of who's the father?" He chuckled as he leaned back in his car seat.

I would have blushed after the first week or two to the question. But at this point I just shrugged.

"It is what it is. It's no secret I just want to have a kid. You're aware that you could be a father, yet you still want to fuck me." I was being blunt, but then again I was almost just waiting to get it over with now and go home. A fancy car and a rich house wasn't going to woo me any more than the next guy. "So are we going in?"

The tiger just smiled at me and shook his head. "No, no. Not here." He pointed to the house, into the window. I looked in and my eyes almost went wide a bit confused.

I could clearly see in the large window two young kids playing with toys. There was a cub in a chair hanging in the door frame in the back of the room, crying for someone to pay attention to them.

I didn't notice I was blushing.

...Children. What I've been after, all this time. It was all I wanted in the world. No man , No father,. Just a child of my own, to raise and be mine.

"… They are your…"

"No. They're not mine." The tiger sighed. "But they are of my wife, and that's my house, and they call me daddy."

I turned around and looked at his Solemn face. He actually had my attention and I could see the pain in his eyes. He continued,

"My wife uses them as leverage for all of my money. No care that they're not mine. In the eyes of the court, I am legally obliged to raise them and give most of my money to her." He stressed "She only wants them for my money. Not a single fuck is ever been given by that woman to those children. She uses my money to hire sitters and nannies to raise them."

Looking back at their carefree faces, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of woman wouldn't want to care for them...

"They're beautiful." I found myself saying. I was caught off guard by this turn of events. I didn't expect this and I was getting more and more angry at this bitch I never met. My feelings were getting mixed up and confused. "...Why are you telling me this…"

He started up his car again and looked at me,

"In there is a woman who doesn't want to fuck me and hates kids. ...And in here is a woman who will fuck anybody just to have a child to care for. ...I know people have slandered you and have been criticizing your… well, habits lately…". He couldn't help but chuckle a little. "Yet I have so much more respect for you, than that woman in there." He stated and put the car back in drive and we took off again.

I sat there in the car just contemplating what he said. (...men don't respect me… They want to get their rocks off. Just fuck me and are more than happy that I don't want to stick around for breakfast. The ones that DO fall in love are just after my figure...)

We had pulled into a motel parking lot. He gave me a smile, and stepped out to go get a key for a bedroom. I just watched him walk off into the office. I was slightly dumbfounded for what to say before he left.

"Why does he care…" I didn't understand why he did that. I couldn't tell if it was for me, or for himself.

I let myself out of the car when I saw him coming back. We met halfway and he led me to the one at the far end.

"Forgive me for not having better accommodations, the one thing my wife needs now is more leverage against me." He said as he opened the door. I walked in and chuckled, the remote and empty bag of Doritos was right where I left them three days ago. I didn't have the heart to tell him this was not my first time to this place. Not even my 10th time since I started this dating game.

I was trying to shrug off the previous conversation and sat on the bed letting myself fall backwards onto it. Half the men were quite impatient to get started so I kind of just assumed the position.

But this burly tiger was taking his time, poured a drink and then offered me one. I contemplated it for a moment but then sat back up. Taking the glass I almost downed it like a shot.

"Are you comfortable?" He asked sitting down beside me. I could only smirk.

"No need for formalities." Handing him the empty glass. "You don't need to woo me. Just get your rocks off and we'll call it a night."

He hummed a sigh as he sat there unmoving. Was he going to rehash the previous conversation? (Please just do your thing and go...)

I realized I was turned away from him. Looking back he was looking down at his drink.

"I just want to say..." He began, "I'm obviously here with personal interest as well, so can't hold much weight in my words... But if I were the one to finally give you what you want..."he stammered with a sad smile. He took a swallow of his drink before finishing, "I'd be happy to know that a child would be cared for."

He turned to me with a smile before he placed the drinks down. Before I realized, he was slowly leaning towards me.

His words were so caring... (Why? Why act so caring to me? Why is it making me so... so...)

...emotional.

"NO!" I screeched and attempted to push him back. His size compared to my frail vixen frame resulted in me moving away instead. I nearly fell off the bed but caught myself and stood up.

He was staring astonished. Somewhat confused by how I reacted. "I'm sorry? I... Didn't mean to..."

"Oh shut it with the sweet talk. Either fuck me and leave or take me home!" I yelled glaring at him. I didn't even know why I was so angry.

...none...And I mean none of the guys over the months had any interest in me. They were there for the quick fuck. Sure, there were some who said they loved me but I laughed them off as horny. But this tiger was under my skin. Something was making me defensive over it all.

Why?

"...I'll... take you home..." He quietly announced and stood up from the bed. "I apologize for..."

"Stop!" I caught myself yelling. Even I was confused by my reaction.
"We're here already so just fuck me and go!" ...the hell is wrong with me?

He was completely confused by my words. Again he tried being gentle. "...is ...this what you want?" And that was all it took.

I found myself marching up and slapping him across the face.

"What I want?! WHAT I FUCKING WANT IS A GOD DAMN BABY." I screamed before pushing him at the bed. "DO YOU THINK I FUCK THE CITY FOR THE HELL OF IT?!"  He tripped and fell onto the mattress lying in his back. "I'M THE SCUM WHORE OF THE CITY ALL JUST BECAUSE I WANTED TO BE A MOTHER." I crawled over him undoing his pants. "JUST... just fuck me and leave ...like everyone else..."

He didn't resist me undoing his pants but was hit with a set back. Even though he was well endowed, he was not hard at all. Looking up, he was just staring at me with sad eyes.

My heart was racing. I've been here a million times now. But this time I felt like I was falling apart. Straddling him I sat there staring back at him. I was breaking.

"Please... Just fuck me and go..." I was begging. I hated showing emotion but even more that he was genuinely thinking of me.

My dress had ridden up and I've stopped wearing panties weeks ago for obvious reasons. I was grinding my sex with his trying to get him to enjoy it. To get it over with. But he just stared back at me with those eyes. Were they caring or pitying?

I finally let myself fall to the side and was laying beside him. I was a wreck. I let this guy under my skin and was now paying for it.

(I miss the times of swearing off men at all costs. No emotions... No pain... Just me...)

I felt a pang of loneliness while reflecting on it. I realized the two of us were lying side by side staring into each other's eyes. I blushed before rolling over.

"Please take me home..." I muttered.

And soon enough, we were back in the car, driving downtown. Evening traffic had us stuck for quite awhile staring out opposite windows. It was dead silent for awhile before all off a sudden,

'BZZZZZZZZT'

His cell phone went off. Picking it up he groaned at the name on it.

"Excuse me." He said before answering. The conversation that followed was loud and blunt. A woman's voice was screaming at him for more money and he was arguing back that he gave almost his entire paycheck to her already. I could hear some of the legal threats spewing out of the phone which he would just laugh off.

After some hostile shouting he hung up on her, and turned off the phone.

"...sorry about that." He muttered, tossing his phone in the back.

"...she really is a bitch." I jokingly chuckled.

"Yeah," he said back trying to smile. At least the ice was broken on our quiet drive.

I shifted back over so I was sitting straight. "Listen… I'm sorry about before… I shouldn't have…"

"It's alright. I find I talk a bit too much, ha ha." He was chuckling to me. "It wasn't my place to talk like that to you…"

"That wasn't it!" I finally turned to look at him again, "… It was just no one has talk to me like that before… I mean, most of the guys if not all of them just fuck and leave. Sure there's one or two get emotional, but they're just horny, I mean come on. Who wants anything else from someone like me."

I felt like shit. I don't know why I blew up like that in front of him, but I felt somewhat bad for slapping him.

Finally, we pulled up to my apartment building. He walked around and open my door for me. (…he really is a gentleman.) Stepping out he closed the door behind me and stood there side-by-side with me.

"Well I guess this is good night." He said with a small smile.

"Yeah…"

"It was nice meeting you..." With that, began to turn away.

I don't know why, but I immediately grabbed him by the wrist. "No…" I don't know what I was thinking, but I gripped his wrist tightly and didn't let go.

Turning around, the tiger looked down from my hand to my face unsure what to make of it.

"Did…" I stammered "did you really mean that…" I was looking at the floor embarrassed even to be there. "I mean that you do care…"

He took my hand in his and held it up and looked at me."If your heart is in the right place, then I more than happy to help you reach your dreams."

I thought on the words for a moment. Then I smiled.

He wasn't asking me to love him, He wasn't being that absurd. He wanted to do something right with his life; and in turn, wanted to help me reach my dream.

Instead of answering, I gave his hands a tug and lead him into my building. He didn't resist, nor say anything but just let me guide him through the building.

Getting to my floor, the door across from mine opened up. Out stepped the 16-year-old badger wearing what looked like his father's dress shirt poorly tucked into his jeans. His hair was slicked back and was standing more up straight than usual. In his hand were some flowers when he came around the corner.

Within a moment, his eyes went from me to the giant feline standing behind me. I never saw a badger turn beet red so fast before running back into his apartment, slamming the door.

Ignoring that, I unlocked my door and let him in. "I'm sorry… It's been a while since I cleaned..." The kitchen and dining room were not in that bad of a state. But the couch, and the hallway leading to my bedroom looked as though they've had a bit of 'action'.

 For the first time I was actually embarrassed for my image. "You, could wait in the bedroom. I am just going to clean up a bit." I suggested pointing down the hall.

He nodded and followed my extended arm over towards the hallway. However when he got halfway there, he took a wrong turn and stepped into the spare room. My face got flustered and yelled out.

"No not that room!" I shouted chasing after him. Rushing to the door frame, he had taken a few steps into the room. Looking around he found that I had built a babies room for my possible future child. The walls were a mix of cartoony images and sky blue paint. There was old cradle standing against the wall and various toys that look like they were from the bargain bin strewn around the room.

I was mortified that he had seen this. "I'm sorry… This must look really stupid. Ha ha. Let's just go back to the bedroom and…"

I was suddenly standing face-to-face with him. With his lips on mine. He was embracing me in a gentle but firm hug while kissing me. It took me by shock at first before I relaxed. Breaking the kiss, he whispered

"you're a good person…"

I felt a sensation run through my body as I couldn't stop my face from crunching up. I realized there was the smallest flicker of a tear forming in my eyes when he said that. Before I could even respond, I felt him pick me up and carry me back out of the room.

Finally in my bedroom, he laid me gently on the bed still kissing me. I've tended to let the men I've had in here do what they want with me and just stayed passive. But this time I couldn't control myself and was kissing him just as hard as he was to me. I wasn't thinking, I was just doing.

Soon enough he had his shirt off and was undoing the back of my dress.
As he looked over my body I couldn't help but curl up a little, for some reason he made me feel so fragile and nervous. I've been here a million times. What was wrong with me?

His mouth had moved to my neck and was slowly moving lower. He was suckling on my nipple while massaging the other breast causing me to moan. I had sensations I haven't felt with any other going off in my head while is face moved lower and lower on me. His strong hands soon lifted my rump up into the air so that he was kneeling while holding me up to his face.

Breathing heavily, I watched as he began caressing my mound with his tongue, up-and-down. Each touch of him on it caused me to squirm and wrap my legs around his head. His tongue soon pressed further and further into me until I could feel it playing with my insides. Each movement was causing me to dig my nails into his thighs as he pleasured me more and more.

With his hot breath teasing my clit, it didn't take long before my body spazzed into a small orgasm. I let out a squeak as my legs tensed around his head.

After a breath, he pulled his tongue out for me and licked his lips with it. I was breathing heavily when he laid me down onto my back. Looking down at is swinging meat, my eyes went wide. Now seeing him erect, he was huge!

I blushed when he crawled over me and came back face-to-face with mine.

We laid there, him on me, for a few breaths just looking at each other...

Finally I broke the silence and used my hands to line him up with my entrance. He responded quickly by slowly pressing into me.

I gasped at the size of his girth as he began inching it more and more into me with each pump. Soon I had him almost the whole way in when he began to pick up the pace.

The Tiger-side of him was now evident as his teeth were starting to bear and he was humping me harder and harder. His claws were slightly dug into my back but I didn't care. His jaw soon bit on to the nape of my neck gently as he continued his fuck.

I had wrapped my arms and legs around him as tight as I could, welcoming him into me. It's been so long since I've enjoyed this, I didn't care what he did to me.

Soon his pounding was starting to curl my back up. His body was sliding more and more forward causing my hips to rise into the air. My legs were eventually over my head with my knees next to my ears. It didn't stop his onslaught as he started going faster and faster.

"I'm gonna…"

Yes… I thought. Please fill me… I was begging for it.

"Fill me… Oh God please fill me…" I found myself yelling into his ear.

With the roar of a lion, he slammed into me and I felt him fill me with stream after stream of his juices. I let out a cry of bliss as I let him pour his children into me.

(Yes thank you! Thank you…)

We held this pose for a moment before he dropped his weight on me. We both were breathing heavily as we lay there not moving.

When he went to stand up and pull out I immediately class my body around his

"Wait!… Not yet…" I found myself yelling at him. I pulled his girth back into me with my legs around his waist. I locked my ankles almost as a command that he was not allowed to leave yet. Everything in me was begging for him to work. To accomplish what everyone else failed to do.

He obliged and relaxed letting his dick stay, stopping any seed from escaping my womb. I had locked around him and didn't let go.

I didn't want to let go...

...

...it was the noise of morning traffic that made me open my eyes. I lay there motionless looking at the sun in the window.

I felt heavy and tired. It wasn't until I tried to move I felt an arm laying over my body.

Tilting back I saw that my date was still wrapped around me in a spooning position. We were still connected down there and he was fast asleep.

We had fucked probably 7 or 8 times throughout the night, never coming apart. Every hour or so, one of us would wake the other and would begin again.

As I shifted my weight I broke my tiger from his slumber causing him to instinctively start humping. I gasped as the stagnant foreign object broke its seal and forced itself into me again. Spurts of previous rounds were forced out of the way to house him once again. I lay there with my eyes closed as he began his speed fuck once more.

With a growl his hips bucked and I was filled with the last of his seed. He was giving less and less as the night went on and I couldn't blame him. I made him promise to stay connected to me until I said to pull out. And still I had no intention to give him up.

But soon he had to break it. A new day meant he had to leave. With a kiss he finally pulled out, spilling countless seed onto the bed. Finally stretching I followed him through the house to the door.

Standing there bare fur, he smiled as he dressed and put in his coat. With a kiss, he opened the door.

"The best of luck to you." He said. As he turned to leave. I stood there watching him walk down the hall then disappear.

Closing the door I went back and laid on my bed. Something new was in me making me feel so satisfied with everything.

Yet only time would tell if it worked. Every inch of me was praying that he was the final one. That I finally would bear a child. HIS child.

For now I could only wait...