Broken Sexy: Part 2

Posted: December 17, 2014 in Fiction

He felt like an idiot. He didn’t wear the suit down, and he should have. He’d known he should have, but he was embarrassed. And, he was pretty sure she’d chicken out, and how ridiculous would that have been? A lonely hippo in a hotel lobby with a sagging bouquet of flowers and erection.

“No,” he said in his strongest tone, trying to convey confidence,”I, wasn’t sure if you’d need help getting anything.” “Sure” she said, and handed him a surprisingly heavy duffel bag. She looked good, sweaty and messy, but good. She had always been very pretty. He hadn’t talked to her since college in person. He’d send an e-mail on birthdays and stuff, let her know he hoped she was doing okay. He’d lie and say he was super excited about something in his life. Being busy was like being interesting.

He carried her stuff up to the room and tried to hug her. She gave him one like you’d give an uncle, or a new person at church.

“I never thought I’d hear from you.” Bronson said. “Yeah, I was surprised to see you too.” she smiled. “Did you bring any wine?” “I did, I got some vodka and stuff to mix it with too, I’ve even got a little weed.” “I can’t do that anymore, I’m a teacher.” She said. “We get tested all the time.” He wasn’t sure that was true.

“You look great,” he offered nervously. “Ugh, whatever,” she said, “but, thanks I guess, you look good too.” He did. He’d lost a lot of weight. His skin wasn’t great, but it was better, and he’d started wearing his hair short. It might not have been great, but at least it looked cleaner.

“So… do you want to costume?” he asked nervously. He didn’t want to just watch TV. The only TV he watched was Cartoons and Law & Order SVU, those seemed like terrible suggestions. He should have brought a movie or a CD, that would have been any better. Even if he’d broughtt his laptop, that would have made perfect sense, But he hadn’t. He didn’t want to bring any work. This was supposed to be sexy.

“Sure,” she said, dismissively, but quickly enough that Brandon’s heart almost exploded. Bronco couldn’t contain himself, this was the only thing he’d ever wanted. “Do you need the bathroom?” he asked. I can do mine here. “If you don’t mind,” she said, and tossed back a drink she’d mixed. Vodka and Diet Dr. Pepper. She clinked the ice cubes around in the glass and poured another before started towards the bathroom. “Chris doesn’t care for the costume stuff,” she said calmly. Throwing it into the middle of the conversation with a thud. He did his best do ignore her mentioning his husband. “I couldn’t believe it was something you were into.” “Yeah,” he said, trying to push himself back to where he’d been. That heady near-fucking place in your head that’s always a lot like your first time drinking.

“I think I got into this so he’d have something to do with me, and now he’s not even…” She went on. He kept thinking about fucking, and Hippos, and the bright yellow sun. Water and dryers came from the bathroom.

Bronco scratched his head and adjusted his ass. He had stripped to his T-Shirt and slid the suit on. It was better to leave the shirt on, it somehow felt cooler than the bulky costume on the skin, even though it was another layer. Underwear or tights were better too, but he didn’t want anything getting in the way down south. His head was perfect. Big and bulbous with two big perfect eyes that were friendly and deep. They rotated and looked about the room when he directed them with the remote in his glove, and the eyebrows lifted up and down comically to convey all of Broncos thoughts and hopes and fears. It was the finest thing he’d ever owned. It was so much better than his car that his brother had made it his personal mission to make certain he got a better vehicle. Ever sense his first time showing off the costume to his family, all his brother could do was pitch him on a nice used Camry. His brother was an idiot.

Bellyflop came out wearing her costume. It was tight red corset that pushed her big tits right up to her chin. Jesse’s body had always been good. Soft, and maybe just a shade heavy, but healthy, and sexy. Not just nerd sexy. Sexy sexy. She’d aged great. The years since high school hadn’t pulled anything where it shouldn’t be. Her raven hair was up in a cute little top of her head ponytail, and two furry red ears poked out from either side of it. “You look terrific” Bronco almost sang, his big silly grin showcasing all four of his big plastic teeth. “Just terrific Ms. Bellyflop.” “Well thank you fine sir,” she said turning around and wagging her big furry red tail. It was big, 4 feet long at least, with a subtle bounce to it when she wiggled her ass. Her ass was perfect. Full and firm with a big flashy fox tail coming right out of the middle.

He approached her and put one gloved hand on the small of her back, and she spun around behind him and wrapped her arms around his big hippo waste. “You’re so big Bronco,” she cooed while she squeezed him. He dipped his head and nuzzled against her check. They danced and caressed and teased for what felt like forever. Bronco’s heart heaved under his heavy skin and clumsy hands as he fumbled at Bellyflop’s buttons.

“No,” she said, and smacked at his hands. Of course, he thought, costumes were important, he’d have been mortified had she tried to take his off. The character was the thing. He knew that. Her sexy skin and human face confused him, but he knew the rules, he’d read the articles so many times they sometimes recited themselves in his head. It was what he was into anyway. It really was.

She ground against him sensually. She flung one leg over his big tummy and pulled her towards him, into her. She kicked the other leg over and rolled to her knees and ground up against him. Bronco couldn’t even feel her against his cock. It arced out from him in his suit, struggling to reach the warm pussy grinding against his crotch. Bronco’s eyes rolled back in this head as his eyebrows rattled spasms up and down.

Bellyflop pulled him to the bed and rolled him over. He tried to roll from side to side and felt helpless when he realized he could not. A Hippo on his back was too much like a turtle. Bellyflop pulled his nose up to her hips and ground her pussy against his muzzle. He tried to roll to one side, and still could not. She held him down so he couldn’t move at all. She ground until she came on his nose, holding there while she did so. He moaned excitedly as she did so.

The Foxgirl climbed off of the Hippo’s face and cooed at him. “That was good,” she said calmly, sliding to her back. Bronco tried to sit up and look at Bellyflop, but he was still stranded supine and helpless. The front of his face smelled like pussy. He rocked back and forth to build momentum, and rolled clumsily over Bellyflop’s leg. “Ooof” she exaggerated. “Sorry,” he mumbled and pushed himself up with his arms. He ground between her open legs and looked down at her. Bellyflop wasn’t smiling. He fumbled at his belt line and she didn’t stop him. He pulled himself out over the top of his pants. The plastic rim of his pants felt sticky and rough against his cock. He tugged at it to get it away from the plastic. He pushed himself inside of her. She made a soft hum of moderate approval. She was wet, and warm, but no part of her seemed to want him. She laid there while he rocked his massive frame back and forth. She looked away. At one point she said something about Hippos, and he appreciated it.

He couldn’t come. He rocked faster but nothing. He tried so hard to concentrate on her perfect body, and big bouncy tail. He thought of her smile, and his big eyes. He thought of rainbows and the sound of bells in his balls, and begged them to come, but nothing. The heat of his body cooked his thoughts to hazy mush of colors and he couldn’t concentrate.

I can’t breath he thought. I can’t breath. I’m not going to make it. Sweat poured down his brow and wrapped into his eyes. It filled his mouth and nose. He could feel his nose running. He pumped away at Bellyflop. Moments of pleasure lined up in his strokes but nothing he could find enough to keep or follow to anywhere worth going. “Could you role over,” he panted.

She did, with neither agitation or sultriness. She got up to her knees and waggled her tail just a moment. Bronco liked that a great deal. He found an angle and slid back inside of her. He pushed as deeply as he could, the soft foam rubber made a squishing sound as slapped against Bellyflop’s thighs. He ran his gloved hands across her ass and balanced himself. The heat was exhausting, he couldn’t focus. On anything. Sweat stung, and snot dripped from his nose. He could taste it on his upper lip and it broke his focus yet again. She did her best to make sexy noises, a kind of hum that filled his head. He reached up and lifted his head from his neck. The cool air rushed in and saved him. He drove home a few more times meaningfully, looking for any traction or interest. Bellyflop looked back with a vague expression on her face. “I’ve got to take off my head,” he panted. “Whatever,” she said. There wasn’t judgement. There wasn’t anything.

He pulled his head. When he did, a string of milky, thin snot strung from his nose to the inside of Bronco’s face. It fell like a cut wire and splattered on Bellyflop’s ass. She looked back and smiled. “Oh baby,” she let out in a greasy coo. And wagged her ass. That’ll do, Brandon thought to himself and pulled his penis out defeated. The thought of lists of impossible sex acts his friends had taught him in college. There was one called a Houdini where you tricked a girl into a moneyshot. This was worse. For everybody.

They took off their suits and showered. He tried to sleep with her the next morning but she didn’t let him. They were polite and went home. He didn’t call her. He didn’t want her husband to pick up the phone, and he was pretty sure he would. A couple of days later he went to his profile and changed his position from “Newbie,” to “Pup,” and unclicked the box that told people he was a smoker.

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