Porn games, Sex chat

"Hey buddy, I sent the "Come home" command to you over an hour ago.  It's a fifteen minute walk from the bar.  You must have been busy there."

**Scanning retinas....***  Facial recognition complete!  Match...  Owner! 


"I've been hearing some complaints about you.. um..  tasting metallic and a bit on the oily side from some of the ladies.  I've come up with a con-cock-tion...  get it..  cock-tion.... oh.. I wish I built you with a sense of humor."

"So what is your solution sir?"

"I'm gonna need to shut you down for a bit.  Initiating shutdown sequence in 5...4...3....2...1"

 
(an hour passes)

"Running start up processes sir."  "All systems nominal." 

"There, that should help things out a bit, but after every encounter you have, you will need to drink one cup of milk and chew one salt tablet.  I will have Old Joe keep them behind the bar, just for you."

"I have information for you sir, and this key.  I was told to tell you that there seems to be a wolf in the hen house."   

"Interesting information.  I'll have to figure out what all this means on the way back to the bar." 

Pressing my shoulder against Amy's once again, causing her to lean to her left again.  "Oooops."  I say with a smile.  "Didn't mean to bump you."  I take a swig of my sarsparilla as I press against her even harder until she starts to press back.  We look at each other as we set our drinks down on the bar and continue to press our shoulders together, I can see there's a look of determination in her eyes.

Miss Amy is taking up the challenge and pressing harder against me.  She's small... petite... and I can feel her moving as I press harder.  She shifts her weight and props a foot out, pressing back very hard now.

This is the moment, and I step back, slipping my shoulder away from Miss Amy.  All her weight was pressed against me, and my sudden movement causes her to lose her balance and she starts to fall in front of me.  I reach in with both arms and scoop her up into them, cradling her... her arms wrap around my neck as she was reaching for something to break her fall.  Looking her in the eyes I say, "ooopsie daisey."

She fits well in my arms, and I'm tempted, very tempted to plant a kiss on those lips, but there's a fire in her eyes and an expression that I just can't read as she realizes that all of this was planned.  "So... "  I continue... moving my mouth closer to hers... "does..."

"COVEMS!"  Pafe calls me, "You better be serious about matching this fund."

"Pafe."  I call out, and while still cradling Miss Amy in my arms, I walk towards Pafe and Satoire.  "I'm as serious as two dogs fuckin'.  You run that race bare assed and I'll send you a copy of the check... better yet... I know where you live... I'll come put the check in your mailbox and you can hand deliver it."

Pafe breaks into a big grin and her and Satoire talk. "I'll do it"  Pafe says and go over to the starting area and begins to stretch.  I head back to the bar, still holding Miss Amy.

"Are you going to put me down?"  The She-wolfs asks.

"Oh...."  I reply... "yes Ma'am... I reckon at some point I will.... but I'm... I'm taking quite a liking to this... but you just say the word, and I'll set you down."  I smile to myself as I feel Miss Amy adjust her arms around my neck.  "Does..."

"Cove", Joe says with a big smile on his face, "have you seen your bar bill?"

"Not now Joe.  We'll settle it all up later."  I move to lean my back to the bar with the She-wolf in my arms...  "You should run the race, too."  I say to Miss Amy.  "Wolves love to run... and howl... does... "

"So tempting..."  I think... "so tempting" ... and I press my lips to hers...

I giggle at the look on Wolfie’s face ,  “  Goggles & Flippers “  he repeats.

I raise my eyebrows , cock my head to one side  and nod at him.   He has twinkling blue eyes, I failed to notice before.  They are quite stunning in his handsome face.

I can tell he’s amused as he quips about muff diving.

Just at that JCM and SnowBunny get up to go for fresh air before their run around the bar. I remind them they will be up soon .

Wolfie signals to Old Joe about me owing him a drink.  Old Joe looks at me quizzically and I nod my head and mouth  “ Covem’s Tab “   and move my head down and to the side to scratch it so it’s all very secretative, eyes looking up to make myself look as innocent as possible. 

I spot several bottles of milk in a glassed doored fridge  behind the counter. 
“There’s a lot of milk there, for my tea  Joe, You been over ordering? “

“ Don’t ask, “  Old Joe  moans,  “ I got stocks of salt tablets too “  His attention is drawn to another customer  requiring to be served.

I frown, ”Maybe it acts as viagra “  thinking to myself,  “ He could be hoping where Grandma Tango is concerned..”

Cheers are sounding.  When I turn, I see why.  The not-so-shy  Pafe has started her warm up exercises for her turn at the race.  Her fur coat is wide open displaying her gorgeous nude curves.  The guys are enjoying her stretches and Charlie Chaplin wobble dance.

She is taking up Satoire’s Challenge of the bare assed run, much to the delight of Covems who is paying  up his promise, making his way to their table with the She-Wolfed Amy cradled in his arms.
She snuggles into his neck,  but then who wouldn’t do that to a handsome guy in a big balled furry monkey suit.

I turn to Wolfie,  “ You know, before your fun run,  you should try one of Stone’s Bloody Mary specials -  They are wicked ..  ”

Stone and jayc grin at him, nodding their encouragement too ...

As I'm about to take a sip from my 4th drink of the night, I notice JCM and Snowbunny making there way back to the bar. I smirk whilst noticing JCM's big grin, getting a good idea of what they have just been upto. My eyes meet Snowbunny's and I wave and smile, as a friendly gesture.

In the midst of taking a sip again from my drink, I'm interrupted by a shoulder pushing my shoulder again. "Oooops... Didn't mean to bump you," he says coyly. I smirk to myself secretly.

I try to take a sip for the third time, but his shoulder pushes mine again. This time harder. I set my drink, and resort to pushing back. I finally look into Cove's eyes, glaring at him. Putting on a strong front, I push back... Not being one to back down from a challenge. Knowing I'm much smaller in size, I press back with all my weight.

Suddenly, he steps back. Not expecting this, my heart almost jumps out of my chest as I predict a nasty fall. Little do I know, I fall right in his arms. He scoops me up as I quickly wrap my arms around his neck. Slightly panting, my heart races, and my eyes lock with his again. His eyes are intense and take me into a trance-like state for a few seconds.

I then realize I have fallen right into his trap, as this was all planned, and glare at him. Not that I mind being in his arms. I actually feel pretty comfortable in them. But I wasn't going to let him know that. My ears perk up as he is about to ask me that question he's been meaning to for a while.

"COVEMS!" .. Both of our attentions shift to Pafe. He walks over to her. I barely pay attention to what he's saying and unintentionally start to nuzzle his neck for a second. I quickly stop and my attention shifts back to Pafe. "Damn!" I think to myself.. "Now thats one ballsy woman". I send a smile her way before she heads over to the starting area and begins to stretch.

He makes his way back to the bar, with me still in his arms. Still putting on a strong front I ask, "Are you going to put me down?"

He replies, "yes Ma'am... I reckon at some point I will.... but I'm... I'm taking quite a liking to this... but you just say the word, and I'll set you down."

I feel those same butterflies making a return to my stomach, as my heart starts to race again. I fail to say a word and instead adjust my arms around his neck, maintaining eye contact.

I smirk, trying not to giggle when Joe mentions Cove's bar bill. I sneak a quick wink to Brandy before Cove's eyes shift back to mine.

He says something about running. But I'm too distracted to fully listen. My attention focuses on his eyes... and his lips. I keep staring.. shifting between both. Before I know it, his lips press to mine. Reluctant at first, I eventually give in to the kiss.. and start returning it.

As he places me on the edge of the bar countertop.. our kiss deepens. I lock my legs around him, our lips moving in perfect sync... one hand at the back of his neck.. the other grazing his back, gently scraping.

Kiss continues to deepen.. passion building. I wrap legs tighter around him.. bringing him in real close. Tongues flicking.. then entwining, twisting and turning together. Our lips fused.

His hands start to roam, maneuvering down my curves and cupping my cheeks. I slowly start to writhe and squirm.. as his hands continue to explore my petite frame. Breaking off the kiss.. I whisper into his ear.. "I think it's time we make our way to the dance floor... "

I reach for my 4th drink... gulping it down in one shot. Before hopping off the counter.. I clink my glass with Brandy's, smirking and sending her eye signals 

I grab Cove's hand.. Placing it on my shoulder.. Fingers interlock with his..  and we make our way to the dance floor.

Talking to Brandy was  like talking to my sister at times, or some one I felt I had known for a long time. That kind of ease with some one you get from familiarity. I was more than a little relaxed after two JD's. I watched as she turned to Joe and did some secret signal stuff. I had to smile at that. Poor guy was going to get on big bar bill. There was still people around I hadn't met yet. As they seemed to be... ermm ... engaged I wouldn't interrupt  their pleasure nor invade their privacy.

I smiled as Amy and Covems had a shoving match and ended up kissing .. Talking to Brandy I looked right in to her eyes "You haven't said if you like my Wolf yet ... " There was that amused teasing look in my eyes and that smile on my face. I shifted my body slightly, making the big furry tail swish and curl around the bar stool I has seated myself on.


I'd turned along with Brandy to watch Pafe do her warm ups "You know, Brandy, next time you organize this you should make it a three legged race, cuff the partners together ... " I laughed as another though struck me "Maybe blindfold one too .... " I was letting my likes out slowly, the things I enjoyed would all come out slowly for those who were taking note of what I said.

I sipped at my drink slowly "Mmm I think you are trying to get me drunk before I start this race of yours Brandy ... You have a private little bet on some one taking part ? " There was that look on my face still. Teasing, slightly amused. That faint smile playing on my lips.

My eyes, blue and sparkling as the caught the light scanned the room, I lifted an eyebrow to the two, Stone and Jayc.. "I think I will have more need of a Bloody Mary after the race than before." Laughing quietly and watching Pafe get ready to start her run around the bar. I'd still watch some one else do the run first ...

"Yay!"  I shout, clapping my hands together when Pafe says she'll run the race naked. 

"Better give me your coat now."  I say to her.

"Oh no."  Pafe replies and goes over by the bar, while unbuttoning her coat.  She opens it wide and flashes me.  For as old as we are, Pafe is still in great shape.  She is small in stature at only 5 feet tall, but she's busty as hell, and her hips have that flair to them that most women would die for.  It will be fun to watch her run side footed with those big tits flopping.

She calls out to Covems, who's been up to his usual tricks.  He's holding a cute shewolf in his arms when he assures Pafe that his promise of the donation is true (I mean really true... real life true).

It's hot in the bar, and this naugafur coat I'm wearing is becoming too warm.  I can feel myself beginning to perspire.  I can see Pafie's starting to sweat, too as she begins to stretch.  I undo a few buttons on my coat.  Pafe asks me to hold her shoes while she runs the race.  "You taking off your coat too?"  Someone asks as they walk by.

"I just may."  I reply, not looking at the person.

Brandybee has put names up on a chalk board for the order of the races.  I'm going to have to decline.  Part of the contest is to guzzle a beer, and I just can't do that.  I'm a grateful, recovering alcholic/drug addict, and I can't afford to even write about doing it.  And to run the race without all the obsticals would be unfair.

This is so much fun.  I smile and get that warm feeling from being amongst friends.  People I care about.

There are some new people I haven't met yet, there's a fellow with sparkling blue eyes and a smile that means trouble.  The shaply shewolf in Covems' arms.  Another fellow and his girl slipping out the door.  I don't know them all,  but I wave and smile at each one. 

I sat on my stool  watching as Brandy added yet another name to the chalk board, Pafe, I could put a name to her face, the same now to Satoire.

I smiled just a little more as I caught you smiling at me, seeing that look on your face I wandered over to you. Leaving the empty glass on the bar and popping a mint in to my mouth as I strolled over. I wasn't going to just sit down without being invited. Not until I got to know you at least a little better.

When I spoke my voice was quietly spoken, deep, but not rough. "Hi there ... I'm Richard, Richard Wolf.. " I held my hand towards you to shake, taking a firm, but gentle hold of your hand and giving just a little shake, if you took a hold of my hand.. If not then I wouldn't hold it against you but would turn my out stretched hand in to a gesture. "I'm sure that if you ran a little further that would be acceptable Satoire... I wouldn't like to see you miss out on the enjoyment ... "

 My voice wouldn't carry past you or I really, I spoke quietly  for a reason. I would wait on your reply or allow you to think about it awhile. I smiled and gave a little nod of my head, almost a bow. I could be trouble, I also tried to avoid it when I could, not that I'd back down or walk away ...

The faint smile once again danced across my lips as I turned to Brandy, then turned my attention back to you.

After I prepared everything for the crazy olympics I accept I'm the first to do game 1:
Running flippers. I put on my goggles and flippers while james is holding a big jar, completely filled with beer.



Everyone around is counting down:
3 - 2 - 1

James hands me the jar and I drink it without stopping....GULP, GULP, GULP.....then I start running to the end of the stage, turning around the pole three times



 and run back.




UUuuhhhhh no I want to run back, but it's more stumbling and fluctuating.




Anyhow I make my way back and fall into Brandy and freddie. James stops the time: 42.69 seconds including drinking the jar of beer.
Is it a good time? I don't know, we will see when everyone has finished.

Still feeling dizzy but good luck I don't have to puke. Looking at the big video wall I see my running and stumbling in slow motion. LMAO, now I know why everybody is laughing.... I'm laughing too and then I grin, thinking "but I survived. All the others have to make it "

I step into my boots and take a look at myself in the mirror that is hanging on the back of the door to my bedroom.  I'm dressed, not furry, but in my favorite pair of jeans, and a blue checked shirt.  I didn't bother with a bra today.  I slip on my fringed, brown suede vest, and take another spin.

I look presentable enough.  I stop by the gun safe and get out my dual action, colt revolver and gun belt.  I strap the belt on, holster the pistol and tie the leg strap around my thigh.  I set my brown Stetson Plains hat on my head and pull up the chin bead.

Already having saddled Chelsea, I mount her and begin the ride across country to the AChat Bar & Grill.

"I am switching you back into freestyle mode.  Go back to the bar and keep an eye on things.  I've got my watch on, so let me know if you have any issues.  Have fun.. oh and let me know how that new upgrade works, alright buddy?"

"Of course sir!"  My circuits have now switch from straight laced form to a more laid back type of attitude. 

I head out the door and straight to the bar.  Accessing MP3 library....   Ding!  That's it!


Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk
I'm a woman's man, no time to talk
Music loud and women warm
I've been kicked around since I was born
But now it's all right, that's okay
You may look the other way
We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man

Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin'
I'm a-stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Ah, ah, ah, ah, stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Ah, ah, ah, ah, stayin' ali-i-i-i-ive
Oh, when you walk

Well, now I get low and I get high
And if I can't get either, I really try
Got the wings of heaven on my shoes
I'm a dancin' man, and I just can't lose
You know, it's all right, it's okay
I'll live to see another day
We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man

Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin'
I'm a-stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Ah, ah, ah, ah, stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Ah, ah, ah, ah, stayin' ali-i-i-i-ive


I reach the front door to the bar and swing the door open.  The races are in full swing as Lover just completes the lap looking a bit dazed and laughing as the images scroll across the big screen. 

SnowBunny and JCM are at the bar sharing some laughs and drinks and also there is Richard Wolf.

Pafe is next up on the course so I got here just in time. 

Hiya's...

   "Well done, Lover."  I say to him as he finishes the first race.  I have a good idea of what's expected of me now.  Lover hands me the goggles and the fins, and I hand Satoire my boudoir shoes.

   I adjust the strap of the fins so they fit snuggly on my size 5 feet.  It's a litlle loose from side to side, but I don't think my feet will come out of them.  I want to do a test run, but I know what would be unfair.  Placing the googgles over my eyes, I have to adust them, too.

   Satisified with the fits of the goggles and fins, I flop my way to the starting point and shrug off my naugafur coat and hand that to my "second"  Satoire.  Someone whistles from the crowd, "Covems" I think, so I do a spin with my hands clasped together over my head.

   The countdown begins... 10  I get handed a jar of beer... 9... it's bigger than I thought it was going to be 8... 7... I take a deep breath... 6... 5.... another deep breath 4... 3... 2... I raise the jar to my lips... 1 "GO!"

   I start to drink as fast as I can... gulping the beer while tipping the jar.  I can feel some running down the side of my mouth and dripping onto my breasts.  I feel it's taking forever... gulp, gulp... gulp.  Finally drained of it's contents, I slam the jar on the bar and take off.

   "Go Pafie, go!"  I hear Satoire shout and the place gets noisy with people talking, laughing and cheering.  I keep hearing that Covems whistle and I want to laugh.

   I run to the end of the stage, holding onto my breasts with one hand.  My feet sideways to reduce the effect of the fins.  I get to the pole... I grab it but almost lose my balance.  My hand goes out from my side, which allows my breasts to swing fee.

   Once around the pole... twice around the pole... third time around the pole.  I'm feeling a little dizzy as I release the pole and bump into  a couple of chairs.   This causes my foot to straighten and I stumble as the fin catches the floor.   Almost falling, I manage to regain my balance, but this causes my foot to come out of the fin.

   I finally reach the finish and collaspe against Freddie... my tit, wet with perspiration and beer pushes against his face, as he prevents me from falling.  "Um... thanks."  I say to him and pick up a bar napkin and wipe the beer and sweat from his cheek.

   "Pafie!"  Satoire says.  "You lost a flipper.  They'll have to make a ruling on it, but I don't think it's going to matter." 

   She continues, "You didn't beat Lover's time anyway.  Want your coat?"

   "Not now."  I reply.  "I need to cool off first."  I stand with my hands on my hips, still panting from the exertion of the race, chest heaving and look at my time on the board: 

                                                 1:02:43


Thanks for letting me share,
Pafe

I'd watched Lover put the goggles and flippers on and do his run around the course. It brought a smile to my face to watch how dizzy he got turning around that pole three times. I knew it wasn't and easy thing to do ... not in those flippers .. and the goggles .. they would mist up a little probably. I had to give a round of applause at his time. That would be a hard one to beat.

I had been thinking of going next but Pafe seemed keen .. Ladies before gentlemen was never a bad thing to observe .. Was it ? .. I watched as she did up the flippers put the goggles on and drank the jar. "Mmm think tipping half of it down yourself might be cheating .. or maybe take ten seconds of for the entertainment value ..? " I spoke to know one in particular ... I had to laugh as her breasts bounced and she tried to hold them, swaying as she turned around the pole.

Pafe would probably have been close to Lover's run if her flipper hadn't half tripped her and fallen off. As she fell against Fredie, panting and breathing heavily with her hands on her hips. I walked over and picked up the fallen flipper "I guess I'll go next Pafe ... Can I have the flipper and goggles?"

I dropped the flipper on a table and removed my jacket and tie. I was in one of my more mischievous moods and looped my tie over Satoire's head before she could stop me "Look after that for me would you .... "  I removed my shoes and socks and put on the one flipper, taking the flipper from Pafe secured that on my foot too .. I considered cheating. folding the flipper up and duck taping it in place .. naa ...


pulling the goggles down over my eyes I walked to the bar, trying out a few different ways of walking ... "How do ducks walk again ? " .. I picked up the beer and held it in front of me looking at it and daring it to froth up as I was drinking it. There is a art to drinking beer. It consists of opening my gullet breathing slowly I relaxed my throat  tipped my head back just slightly and lifted the jar of beer to my lips slowly I poured the beer in to my mouth, without swallowing I could breath and let the beer run down my throat. ... I didn't spill a drop  and licked my lips, slamming the jar down on to the bar.

Turning I started running ... or waddling ... or looking like a big bird trying to take off from a lake ... All I could hear was the flopt flapt ... flopt flapt ... flopt flapt  of the flipper whacking the floor as I tried to move as fast as I could. The whole thing felt weird. I took hold of the pole with one hand, rested my head against it and started waddling around the pole. Once and I shut my eyes .... twice ... I opened and closed my eyes ... three times ... I blinked and stood up right and started to run .... flopt ... flapt ... a step sideways ... splat ... that must be beer from Pafe's chest... flopt flapt ... flopt flapt ... I was laughing now, this was just too daft to take seriously ....

I reached the end of the bar and lifted the goggles off and kicked my feet free from  the flippers and lifted them up "Who's next " ...surprised at my time ...

1:01:58

Miss Amy is propped on the bar top and we're into some intense kissing.  She breaks the kiss, pulls me in and whispers that it is time we went to the dance floor.

"Covems, we should really talk about your bill."  Joe says, but I interrupt him again and tell him we'll settle it later. 

"Got something to do right now."

Amy pulls me out to the dance floor, my hand on her shoulder.  I lift my hand from her shoulder, still keeping her fingers locked with mine, I make a motion like spinning a lariat with my hand, and Miss Amy does a little spin under my arm.

I then pull her in tight and we begin to pick up the rhythm of the music.  I lean in a bit and whisper... "Does..."

There is suddenly a lot of cheering and laughter as Lover runs the course in the flippers and goggles.  It's a funny sight, and one can't help but laugh.  He almost loses it a few times, but gallantly recovers and completes the course, falling into Miss Brandy and Freddie.

Turning back to Miss Amy and the way she feels against me.  Her hand in mine, my other hand on the small of her back.  I am surprising myself with remarkable restraint as my hands stay put.  Lord knows, they like to roam. 

We sway and move to the music and I lean in again and whisper... "Does..."

My thoughts are interrupted by the commotion of Pafe beginning her run.  She's one awesome lady... kinda short... but well stacked.  I think God gave her an extra helping when she was in the line for breasts.  I can't help but let out a wolf whistle.

It's getting louder in the bar with everyone counting down.  Finally we hear GO! and the race is on.

Losing a flipper hurt her chances, but she finishes the route intact, thanks to Freddie sitting where he is.  "Nice catch"  I think as he grabs hold of Pafe before she topples over.

I turn my attention back to Miss Amy... the she wolf in my arms.  I feel naked without my hat, and the balls of this costume are swaying to and fro as I move.  I wonder if she can feel them.

Next we watch as Richard makes his run.  He handles the beer better than anyone has so far.  A nice technique of the slow pour in to the gullet.  He finished up the race also, but neither of them has topped Lover's time.

Turning my attention back to the She wolf... "Does the She-wolf know the story of why wolves howl and cry at the moon?"

"No."  She answers... I pull her a little closer.  Then I lean back to speak to her.

"Well then, I'll tell ya."  I say.  "According to the Cheyenne... Long ago, there was no fire.  Then only those who are called Flies had fire.  Then the flies held a ceremony.  There was a big moon that night of the ceremony.  And the Wolf came there."

"At that place where they held the ceremony, Wolf danced around and around the edge of the fire.  And he continually poked his tail in the fire.  And cried.  And howled.  Now the moon reminds Wolf to cry and howl."

I pull Miss Amy in again... Suddenly, out of nowhere, I get a feeling that trouble is approaching.  The hair on the back of my neck stands on end, and there's a knot growing in my gut...

As Freddie kisses my lips and lick them I cry out "MORE MORE MORE" with this rebel inside me I cry "MORE MORE MORE"

My moans grow loader and loader as his hot shaft thrusts deeper into my hot wet sex rolling my hips to meet his thrusts.Grabbing the edge of the table I pull on it and with my legs around his waist I pull my sexy GOD harder and deeper into me my body trembles with each and every deep thrust I scream MORE MORE MORE and don't care how hears my screams and how is watching my lover pleasure me.

Feeling his arms around me as he thrusts into me he picks me up and carries me of the table and over to a chair sitting down on it with me on his lap I fill him deep inside holding his head I push it into my breasts I moan softly as I feel his soft lips fit around my nipple and suck gently. And then I feel the great feeling as my milk start to flow and fill his mouth with my warm mummy milk.

Just as he takes his first mouth full Lover falls into and brings us back into the Bar hearing the cheers and whistles as he finish's his race Jame's says his time and the bars cheers again

I look into Freddie's eyes and kiss him deeply tasting my milk from his lips
Still rolling my hips on his stiff shaft holding him tight in my hot wet sex

we watch as Pafe gets ready to run her race The bar start the count down 10     9     8    with each count I roll my hips and take Him in deeper 7     6       5       4       I feel the burning building inside with each count down     3      2            1      Pafe grabs the jar and she's off As she drinks the bear I Feel the over welleming feeling inside and my sex clamps tight around my man's HOT SHAFT closing my eyes as the feeling of my ORGASM rushing out of my sex and covering his stiff shaft.

I lean back just as Pafe fall onto Freddie covering his face with her breasts ....