Charlie/Marty surprise oral

Marty shouldered open the door to the men's room, glancing around to see if anyone was already inside, and giving a slight sigh of relief when there wasn't. Along with pretty much every other mammal in the world, sometimes he just wanted a few moments to be alone after dealing with the public for so long.

It was like nobody knew how to operate the catalog, for god's sake.

But, he wasn't here to muse about the obvious retardation of public library patrons. He slipped up to a urinal, tugged his oants down, an suddenly paused, glancing at the door as it closed. Something was off about that...

By the time he realized the door hadn't swung closed when it should have, he felt a firm, vulpine muzzle brushing against his sheath, making him stiffen up and reflexively jerk away- Or at least try to, as a pair of arms had already wrapped around the back of his legs, holding him still as the soft fur of Charlie's muzzle stroked against the fur of his sheath.

"W-What the fuck? Charlie, what the hell are you doing? This is- Jesus, this is the men's room!" he objected, trying not to squirm as she peered up at him, licking her lips.

"Would you prefer we do this in the woman's room?" inquired the fox, pressing her thin lips together to gently, firmly pepper away at his stiff, furred flesh with kisses, showering the tip of his sheath with affection. Already, his prick was slipping out into the air, rubbing against the side of her muzzle. Charlie seemed particularly pleased with her handiwork, as she gazed up at him with a sultry smile.

He shivered, biting his lip for a moment. Fuck, was she even trying to look hot, or did she really feel as happy as she looked down there? "I- Well, I'd like you to fucking ask before you start handling my fucking dick!" he retorted, feeling like his argument was undermined by the way his cock twitched with arousal under her attention. "And even then, you g- Hey!"

She evidently wasn't listening, because as soon as his shaft had fully emerged from his sheath, she adjusted the gasp she had behind his legs, and simply scooped him up, hefting him into the air, causing him to writhe in an attempt to get free.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, you crazy bitch-" he started to protest once more, as she guided him up to her face, tucking his legs over her shoulder one by one, before popping his dick right into her muzzle. Her paws went up, with one supporting his ass and holding him up, and the other pressing against his back, soothingly stroking down his fur and holding him so he didn't fall backwards in equal measure.

He seriously considered telling her off for holding him like some kind of fucking baby, but as she started to suckle away at his erect shaft, he discovered there were suddenly far more interesting things in life to contemplate instead. One of these things was the way her tongue constantly lapped away at his sensitive flesh, gliding from base to tip, on either side, wrapping around his dick dexterously. For someone so blunt and direct with her words, she had a hell of a silver tongue.

And her muzzle... The fox's muzzle was easily long enough to take him all the way to the hilt, her thin vulpine lips pressed against his sheath's tip, as if holding a steady, firm kiss against it. She suckled lightly at first, but slowly she pulled back, starting to bob her head back and forth, grinding his shaft against her tongue over and over, bringing him that pleasurable friction that silenced any and all objections he might have had left.

She continued to watch him as she worked, periodically nuzzling her lips against his sheath-tip. He had just about given up on resisting at this point... So the way she started to hum, teasing his flesh with a light vibration on top of everything else was overkill, and he started to hump, thrusting in and out of her mouth, panting out softly.

His lust-fueled humping combined with her steady head-bobbing, meeting her half-way and causing each trust to be half as long and twice as fast. He didn't try to hold back, and she didn't encourage him to try, and it was barely a minute later before the stoat couldn't take it anymore, giving a soft cry as he unloaded hot, thick, sticky seed all over her tongue in rope after rope, coating it in his taste, filling her mouth with his musk.

As he came, he felt her paw gently stroking away, brushing down his back in a way that felt more reassuring and encouraging. Charlie couldn't speak, but her face expressed everything she needed to convey: Pleasure, contentment, and gratitude. He hunched over the top of her head as he rutted out the last of his load, limply lying there as he recovered.

Half a minute later, he felt himself being pulled away, the fox gently moving him so his cock slipped free from her muzzle, his legs sliding off of her shoulders. She lowered him, until they were face to face.

She looked him in the eye, and opened her mouth- Revealing his full load of cum, waiting on her tongue, the fox having obviously savored the taste instead of swallowing. Then, she closed her muzzle, audibly swallowed, and briefly opened it again to reveal she'd swallowed every drop. It was a strangely enticing sight, to see how much she'd enjoyed herself, proudly showing off her work to him before claiming her treat-

He found himself suddenly on the floor once more, feet first, and he leaned against her legs as she wiped her mouth. "F-fuck, Charlie," he mumbled, before glancing up her as he felt her paw stroking down the back of his head affectionately.

"Maybe next time," she offered, wiping her mouth with the other paw. "You taste delicious, by the way. I would say my choice to come to you to sate my thirst was a fruitful one. I'll see you at home," she finished, turning around and padding off.

He didn't know for sure, but he'd swear there was some extra sway in her tail as she left.