Brittany's First Fetish (February Story Of the Month)

Hi everyone, sorry about my tardiness on February's SotM. Hope it was worth the wait! As usual a PDF available for better formatting for increased readability -Roush

As the owner of a sex shop lots of people assume that I’m some super kinky deviant with a taste for only the dirtiest of sex. 

In reality I don’t consider myself to be all that kinky, for course my perspective of ‘kinky’ had been warped over the years. My customers, as much as I like and respect them, can be into some really strange shit. In fact for a long time I didn’t get off on any kinks at all. It was my mate, Jessie, that got off on things things like whips, chains, or anal sex. For me good, old fashioned, kink-free sex was more than sufficient to get off on. 

Jessie on the other hand is the kinky one of our relationship. As a matter of fact, in our younger years while she tried not to show it, my vanilla nature irritated her a little. My adventurous little feline always felt the need to go to new places and try new things. Often while lamenting about our “boring” sex life, she would show me some ‘sexy’ picture or video hoping to spark my interest. I did try, if only out of polite interest, to get into what she showed me. Heck, I even saw the appeal to some it! But bondage? That seemed like too much work. Getting spanked? No thank you. And I could describe how grossed out I felt watching girls deep throat cocks, which was just the tip of Jessie’s very kinky iceberg. 

Admittedly Jessie’s adventurous spirit is one of my favorite things about her: there are tons of things I’ve done that I don’t think I ever would have tried without someone like Jessie to push me up off the couch and out into the world. But sometimes all the pushing in the world isn’t enough, and when her unstoppable force meets my unmovable stubbornness sparks would fly and after a while Jessie finally gave up. 

But, around the time I started college things started to change, and admittedly opening Lewd Brews had a lot to do with it!

You see once I started selling my potions people, people I’d known for my entire life and complete strangers, began approaching me and sharing nearly every dirty thought they’d ever had so I could concoct a potion or craft a spell to fulfill their deepest fantasies. Honestly most of it was pretty tame: guys wanting bigger dicks, girls after bigger tits. In fact people often came to me with far much too much detail, as I really didn’t need to know how much you loved having your girlfriend fart in your face to brew a flatulence inducing potion. Each kink and every fantasy I encountered seemed more extreme than the last and suddenly Jessie wanting to tie each other up didn’t seem that bad. It was way better than shitting in her mouth! But the most eye opening was my favorite teacher, Mr. Halpert, confessing he wanted Ms. Beesly, my track and field Coach, to fuck him in the ass with a real cock. I was speechless for a long time, standing in awkward silence with poor Mr. Halpert looked as if he wanted to disappear through the floor, while I processed the information. I really couldn’t blame my English teacher, Ms. Beesly was a hottie: heck I even had my own fantasies about her. But even when the most mild mannered man I’d ever met had such wild fetishes I was starting to feel like the strange one for having no kinks or fetishes of my own. 

   Meeting Nathan in my senior year of high school was another big change to my sex life, which was sort of ironic when you consider Nathan isn’t all that kinky himself. Matter of fact, I’m pretty sure he’s happy with old-school missionary and cuddling in the afterglow, and mostly embraces kink for my and Jessie’s benefit. However, before meeting Nathan, I was a proud lesbian: I’d only crushed on other girls and Jessie and I had been dating since the 9th grade. Crushing on Nathan, a man and not to mention a Fur of my own size, and fantasizing about sleeping with him opened an entire world of possibilities. Still, I didn’t go gaga over cock like some girls did and even fairly tame heterosexual intercourse for most couples didn’t appeal to me: I didn’t really want to give Nathan any blowjobs. Luckily Nathan, while disappointed, was a good sport about it.

“It’s not fun when your partner isn’t having fun anyway.” He reassured me. Nathan’s sexy body, impressive cock, and perhaps most importantly kind spirit made it a lot easier to want to experiment sexually. While I’m sure Jessie, who was more than happy to give Nathan blow jobs, made it easier to bear the disappointment Nathan’s acceptance of my anti-blowjob feelings made him all the more attractive in my eyes. Guy’s that had tried to get with me in the past had all seemed far to pushy or like total pushovers. Nathan was just sexy and confident with himself, creating an atmosphere that made it comfortable to explore and before I knew it I was chasing after my first kink: cum inflation.
 

    It was January 2012. I had just launched lewdbrews.com, effectively turning my hobby/job for “soda money” from no more than crafting small batches of potions for friends and weirdly open family members, into something much bigger. A guy emailed me asking for a cum inflation potion, something I’d never heard of before, and a link to his personal Tumblr that was composed of nothing but cum inflation. 

Cum inflation was a sort of strange kink to start off with I suppose, particularly for a girl that didn’t like to give blowjobs because: “boy cum is gross!” But I was drawn to it right away: firstly I loved fulfilling fetishes that were impossible without my magic. It made me feel happy to fulfill people’s desires like that: powerful yet helpful. But, on a personal level I was drawn to it like nothing I’d encountered before. Usually I hated guys that sent me entire galleries of porn instead of just telling me whatever the hell it was they were looking for, but browsing through picture after picture: some hand drawn others very carefully photoshopped, of girls with their bellies practically bursting with cum turned me on: way more than I ever would have expected. Each of them looked strangely peaceful, their faces slack and looking strangely peaceful with satisfaction. 

My brain started churning, working at a rapid fire pace. What would it be like to have Nathan fuck me so hard that I became round and full with his cum? Would a big old cum belly feel as sexy as it looked? So I started working a new potion right away, brewing for myself in the first time in ages: which felt good! I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed magic, and how rewarding it was to stand back at the end of the day and feel like you’d just accomplished something. And accomplish something I did! By the end of the week I had a small pink vial that shimmer brightly with magical energy: it’s kinky, eldritch power waiting to be unleashed. Feeling like I could explode with excitement and arousal, I glanced at the clock and realized that Nathan wouldn’t be home from work for a couple more hours. Dejected by this temporary road block I flopped down on my bed and without really thinking reached down into the hem of my panties and started playing with myself. I stared at the potion I’d brewed, contained in it’s little vial, sitting innocently on my desk. As I lay on my bed, eagerly awaiting Nathan’s arrival, I could almost feel the large, gravid belly I was about to receive from Nathan. Thinking about how good his heavy, fat cock would feel pistoning in and out of my pink pussy. Even now, after dating for a little over a  year, sometimes it was strange to think about having sex with a man…. But damnit all if it didn’t feel right.

     “Brittany!” Nathan called loudly, causing me to awake with a start. Apparently I’d fallen asleep after orgasming: my fingers still wet with my own girlcum. 

My eyes flew open in surprise, blinking as the weak winter sun peeked through the blinds right into my drowsy eyes. Although I wasn’t feeling very sleepy for long, Nathan was home! I shook myself awake in a very dog like fashion before scampering through the door with feral-like excitement. Nathan was standing in the small foyer of our apartment, struggling to untie his boots in the cramped space his head scraping the ceiling. Even our apartment, supposedly purpose built for Furs our size struggled to accommodate him.
 

    “There’s my girl, Nathan said, looking at me with a smile that made my heart swell with happiness. 

     “Much better now that you’re home.” I responded with a cheesy smile of my own, feeling all flustered. I leaned in, giving him a big old hug and a submissive lick on his lips, just like I always did when feeling affectionate. “Come with me, I want to show you something.”
 

    “Show me something?” Nathan asked me with a weak, tired voice. “Oh, babe, can’t it wait until I’ve had a shower?”
 

    I sniffed the air and smiled, a crooked doggy grin passing over my lips. “You smell just fine to me!” I said with a chipper tone and teasing tail wag, my bushy husky tail swishing behind me with excitement. “I’d say you smell sexy even.” 

Nathan shot me a confused look. Obviously a nice, clean smelling man was arousing and I didn’t really understand the whole musk fetish myself. Having said that, there was something just so… rugged about Nathan’s scent after coming home from work. The smell of two stroke exhaust, dirt, and sweat was a surprisingly intoxicating… of course I’d worked myself up into quite the fervor so I’m pretty sure Nathan could have turned me on smelling like literal trash. I pressed my hefty bust against his broad, muscular chest and ran my finder down his strong arms towards his crotch.
 

    Now Nathan had his eyebrow cocked, curiously. It seemed my poor, exhausted mate had finally figured out what I was after, but probably wasn’t used to me being so sexually forward: confusing him slightly. Jessie was the one that usually initiated all the sex in our household. A big goofy smile started to cross his face when he started to become assured that I wasn’t just teasing with him. He took my paw and allowed himself to be guided to our bedroom where the scent of sex still lingered from my solo session earlier. 

“All right then…” He said, feeling refreshed his energy renewed. He seemed excited about what was to come, his eyes bright and wide with anticipation, and yet a little sheepish.  “What did you want to show me.”
 

    With a smile and a wink I took him by the paw and led him down the hallway, making sure to give him quite the show as I sashayed my hips and wiggled my ass playfully. I guided Nathan into the bedroom where I presented him with the fruits of my labor.
 

    “What is this?” Nathan asked warily, eying the small pink vile with, as much as I hated to admit it, well founded suspicion. Poor Nathan had witnessed the many missteps I’d taken by honing my craft experienced by myself and Jessie. He’d even paid the price himself a few times. Luckily there had never been any lasting damage, but Nathan had been in bondage for a few hours after my magical “self binding ropes” had accidentally activated and placed him into a hog tie until I’d gotten back from class.

     “A potion I’ve been working on.” I answered, being inadvertently vague with my excitement taking away any eloquence. My tail felt like it might fling itself off my body, surrounded by a halo of red and white fur, illuminated by the sunlight streaming through my bedroom window as it peaked from around a passing cloud. I felt a huge rush just looking at Nathan right now, tingling from head to toe.  
 

    Nathan gave me a long, uncertain look, I could tell my clandestine description had done little to increase his confidence. 

“Just, trust me?” I asked with a whimpering tone.
 

    “It’s not that I don’t trust you… it’s just that… all what the hell.” Nathan, I could tell he still had his reservations. But with his girlfriend practically begging for sex right in front of him, how could he really say no? He took the potion from my paws and removed the cork stopper and tossed it back in one swift movement. Smacking and licking at his lips thoughtfully as the potion slid into his gullet and began working. 

“Surprisingly tasty…” Nathan said, thoughtfully. “Although I had to be honest, I’m not feeling anything.”

“Oh, you aren’t supposed to… not yet anyway.” I answered reassuringly. “Supposedly citrus is supposed to help with potency.”
 

    “Male potency?” Nathan asked with a confused, slightly hurt look. I suppose you never want your girlfriend questioning your potency in the bedroom, then another look crossed his face as a more concerning thought crossed his mind. “Supposedly?”
 

    “Oh… you’ll see my sexy stud.” I said with a flirtatious smile. “Everything will be fine.” 

High on lust and lacking the words to speak I simply started removing Nathan’s shirt exposing his muscular chest beneath and running my hands down his furry sides. I ran my nose down his torso, between his muscular pecs and over his six pack, ruffling his thick fur as inhaled his sexy scent: drinking it in before finally ending up between his legs.
 

    “Jesus Brittany!” Nathan moaned in pleasant surprise.
 

    “Huh, I’m not sure if I even need to bother with the blowjob now.” I teased, caressing his throbbing member through his work pants, the fabric may have been heavy, but I could still feel his thick, turgid member straining for my touch. “You already seemed more than worked up enough.”
 

Nathan was literally speechless, staring down at me with his beautiful green eyes. I giggled, playfully, and quickly unzipped his pants and popped the button standing between me and Nathan’s package. His pants, pulled down by the his heavy “gardening utility belt”, as he called it, easily slid down his thick, muscular legs and piled at the floor around his feet. Nathan’s muscular smell was even stronger now, almost overpowering really, and I giggled playfully while reaching for his belt buckle and slowly releasing it. Soon Nathan’s pants, dragged down by the weight for the tools hanging off his belt, tumbled to the floor, his cock hanging through the little flap in his boxers. The room was tense, Nathan seemed unsure if what he thought was happening was happening and I was both excited and yet supremely nervous so before I could get cold feet I sprung into action. I lunched at Nathan’s dick and started licking it.

I had to admit: I was nervous and with a deep breath and before I could get cold feet I leapt into action.
 

    “Ouch!” Nathan yelped in pain. “Watch the teeth! Watch the teeth!”
 

    “Oh!” I squeaked meekly, feeling foolish for having let me teeth scrape Nathan’s very sensitive flesh. “I’m sorry!”
 

    “It’s ok…” Nathan gasped, catching his breath before flashing me an understanding smile.

Reassured by Nathan but having learned my lesson I cautiously continued. I leaned forward touching the very tip of Nathan’s cock to my nose and, much to my surprise, enjoying the scent. Part of my blowjob reluctance was an assumption that dicks where disgusting things. I mean… guys pissed through them for crying out loud, why would you want to put that in your mouth? But it smelled just like Nathan, just a little more so, and I loved Nathan’s scent. I felt a head rush and a shiver run down my spine as savored the masculine smell of my Mate. Bravely I slowly stuck my long, pink down out: caressing the underside of Nathan’s dick. It didn’t taste much of anything, perhaps just a hint of saltiness from perspiration. I advanced, placing Nathan’s cock into my warm wet mouth, and quickly discovered what was pleasurable about giving someone a blowjob.

“Yes…” Nathan breathed slowly before releasing a long shuddering moan as I used my mouth and tongue to work over his heavy shaft. His eyelids drooped, half closed, but he looked down at me with a lustful gleam to his eye that made me feel like the sexiest girl in the world. “That is a very good girl Brittany.” He grunted while stroking the back of my neck in a way that made my heart swoon and doubled my determination. All I wanted to do was please Nathan, make him feel like the sexy stud he was and show him how much I loved him. For the most part these where the emotions I felt during regular intercourse as well, but things felt so much more closer and intimate as I noisily continued worshipping Nathan’s shaft. 

“Easy girl.” Nathan coached. I’d attempted to deep throat him, but it was my first time and I soon began gagging on his massive cock head. It just didn’t want to slip down my throat. With exceeding gentleness Nathan grabbed the back of my head and slowly began pushing his cock forward. “Take a deep breath now.” He instructed. “That’s it, that’s my good girl.” His cock slipped into my throat as if it belonged there and Nathan dropped his hands, letting me resume my task. “By god!” He grunted. “You’re a real natural!”

Nathan began to near orgasm. I could see it in the way his fingers curled against the bed sheet and the way his breaths became slower, yet deeper. But there was a new sensation that I’d could only feel in the tightness of my throat: Nathan’s cock began to throb, slowly at first and then faster as orgasm mounted. My eyes screwed up, bracing myself for what was to come next! When suddenly…

“What in the hell are you two doing!?” 

TO BE CONTINUED… 

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