Urta get the spancc

You consider Urta’s offers and, tempting as they are, decide they just aren’t for you right now.

“Whaaa?” she snarls drunkenly. “Ey, c’mon, lover,” she says, stumbling over and glomming onto you like a hammered harlot, “Gimme summin' here. Or I might just take it personal,” she adds, and you suddenly feel a hard pressure against your thigh. All right, no. It used to be “save your ass for later” and now this? Time to teach Urta some manners.

You grab the horny fox-girl and give her a rough shove towards the table. She stumbles and nearly falls, only to catch herself on the table’s edge. With ease, you tear the back off her dress, exposing her silver fur, her tight little ass, and letting the beast below free. Unrestrained, a loud 'THUNK' reaches you as Urta’s erection whacks the underside of the table, spilling her half-finished glass all over.

“Whaddya think yer doiiiiEEE!” she yelps as you give her bare buttocks a harsh swat.

“Shut up,” you command, giving her other cheek a taste of your lesson. Your palm’s force is blunted somewhat by the thick, soft fur that covers the fox-girl’s body, but you’re still rewarded with a sharp gasp from your vulpine friend with each swat. “You’re a rude bitch when you’re drunk, Urta,” you add, giving her another swat on the ass. She tries to stand, but you roughly push her back against the table. You give her a fourth spank for her insolence, and can only grin when you hear her cock slam up against the table again.

“Oh, you like that, do you?” you ask, laughing, as you give the drunken fox-slut another stroke on the ass. A little harder this time, so she winces - and the table jiggles from beneath. By now, you’re aware of quite a few onlookers, and more than a few are stroking themselves at the sight of Urta’s half-naked form. Her pronounced ass and pair of heavy, free-hanging breasts easily draw most of the attention, revealed as they are by the ruined tatters of her dress.

“I said,” you swat her again, this time grabbing her sexy hips to steady your target, “Do. You. LIKE IT?” and add another slap, making her tail stand up straight... and then brush against you.

“Ye... YEAH!” Urta yells, wiggling her ass, beet-red as it is.

Oh come on, that was too easy. You give the little slut a three-hit combo as punishment, but that just bounces the table up off the floor with the power of her erection. “C-Come on, lover,” she moans, presenting herself as sexily as she can in her state, “just fuck my... my pusshy already... pleassshe?”

Well, at least she’s learned SOME manners, but you aren’t nearly done yet.

You stride a little closer behind the drunken fox and free your own beast, dropping your meaty, flat-tipped horse-member between her cheeks. She lets out a happy sigh, spreading her legs and gripping the table, seemingly without shame as half the bar starts rubbing itself to the show. Her pussy’s slick and oh-so-inviting, but you’ve got other plans!

You line up and press your dick against Urta’s tight little pucker. She yelps, but you give her a hard spank as punishment. “Desperate drunken sluts don’t get to complain,” you say, giving her another reminder when she tries to open her mouth. Silently, she digs her nails into the wood as you push in, slowly but forcefully, stretching out her vice-tight hole. You hilt yourself, enjoying how tight, warm, and resisting her butt is. Oh, she doesn’t seem to want you back here - Urta makes a little whimper as you roll your dick across her prostate, feeling the little nub press against your shaft through her anal walls.

You come to a rest and, rearing back, give Urta the hardest spank you’ve ever given.

She cries out, and clamps down so hard on your dick that you feel like you’re going to faint. Urta’s ass contracts all around you, her smooth, hot walls trying to clench but only serving to pleasure you. You grin and notice that Urta’s tongue has fallen out of her mouth, overwhelmed by pleasure. Is she... Oh, she’s getting off on it, too! You give her another spank, as she contracts and squirms... and her dick starts leaking.

The little slut likes it on her prostate? How cute! Your roll your hips once, giving her a tantalizing bit of stimulation... and then another spank. She squeezes hard on you again, hugging your dick to her prostate and pressing a geyser of pre-cum out of her huge horsecock. You feel a bit leaking out of you as well, but that doesn’t matter... you’re just in there to show her who’s boss, after all; to give her something to think about as you abuse her butt.

On that note, you come down five times in rapid succession, swat after swat until her ass is vermilion. “What a naughty, slutty girl you are,” you coo into her ear, slapping her again. She cries out, squeezing you ever so tightly now, always in fear of the next strike of your open palm. You ease up, giving her two gentle little swats, letting yourself bask in her tight contractions until you cum, releasing inside her until you’ve spent your load. Urta whines, desperate to cum, but you don’t let her. Not yet.

She seems to get off from just the sensation of having your dick in her ass when you spank her. You go to town on her ass, slapping her cheeks raw, as fast and as hard as you please, varying your pace so she can never relax. “A-aaaah! Yesh, yesh!” Urta cries drunkenly, her cock leaking so much that you’re afraid she’ll slip on her own pre as she scuffs her feet on the floorboards. You grab her tits with your free hand, savaging her little black nipples, reveling in the sensation running through your spent, deflating cock, still rubbing across her lewd ball of a prostate.

“Spank me harder!” she cries, eyes half-crossed from pleasure. “Harder, Geralt!”

So you oblige, until your hand stings and you can feel the orgasm bubbling up inside the fox-girl. She throws her head back and cries out a moment after your last, brutal swat, a jet of fox-cream spattering against the wall and table, soaking the Wet Bitch’s furniture until it looks like it rained spunk around her. You continue to pound her butt until she cries in agony, pleasure, and perhaps a little shame, as some of the bar’s other patrons finally blow their loads too, creaming the floor until you don’t think it’ll be safe to walk out.

When your vulpine lover finally calms from her orgasm, you pull out of her stretched asshole with a wet pop, your cum leaking out of her to join the mess on the floor.

“Ow,” Urta declares, before falling face-first onto the edge of the table - which promptly tips and dumps her into the nasty mix of spilled booze and cum.

You give Urta one last palm on the ass before leaving, careful to edge around the huge mess on the floor.