Addicted to Por (ch. 02) - Place

The tall young vixen was actually scary when she wanted to be. The old pig nearly had a heart attack when she jerked at him. He spent half the time she was thinking gasping for breath and panting while he tried to calm down. Getting her to suck his balls had been so intensely pleasurable on every level though, that the idea of what full on sex with her would feel like wasn't even fathomable to his inbred brain. The risk of dying was completely worth it. Once he finally recovered, he was surprised to see she was still in deep thought. Impatient with her again, he took a breath to yell -- which was when she hit him with the "Don't" that made him nearly shit his pants - not that he was wearing any now. Finally, she said okay, and he immediately almost had another heart attack. After crushing her trust, he was certain she was done. He didn't actually expect her to agree, and the sheer amount of hype that jolted though him nearly killed him. His jaw dropped in awe, as much as he'd thought through everything else so far, he didn't really have a plan now.

"H-holy shit. Uh-uh okay!" He shifted around on the couch in excitement, rolling his fat body back and forth trying to get the momentum to stand up. His head was spinning wildly though, it was already hard enough for him to stand up with his obesity and poor health but now overwhelmed with anticipation he couldn't pull himself together. He whined and squealed pathetically for a moment, "Fuck sake! Help me up." He oinked at the vixen.

Sam watched in disgust and pity as she watched the old pig struggle to simply stand up. Despite his heavy case of toxic masculinity, he was anything but masculine. The thought she was going to have sex with this creature, that was struggling this much just to stand, up was also intensely embarrassing for her. The more he failed, the more degrading it was going to be. But despite that, she made no effort to help him until he asked for it - not really wanting to accelerate what was about to happen, even if it was inevitable. Finally though, the hog overcame his own sense of masculinity to ask her for help. She rolled her eyes and walked up to him, reaching out with both her big black paws to grasp his wrists firmly. "Guh, you're so slippery. Hold my wrists." The pig was looking like he stepped out of a shower he was so drenched head to toe with sweat.

The hog didn't say anything, but he was blushing aggressively, and doing everything he could to avoid looking at her. He clearly wanted to imagine this part wasn't happening, ashamed to need her help and annoyed he'd have to follow an order from her for once. But despite his pride issues being just as bad as hers, he did grasp her wrists as she said. It wasn't a strong grip but good enough. She wasn't sure why, but she was starting to find his stubbornness cute. Maybe just because it reminded her of herself. She wanted to tease him, but suspected compromised like he was in the moment, an insult might actually cut him to the core... God, why did she care?

She crouched slightly down at the knees, and pushed up while stepping backwards. The decaying wet carpet was a frustrating mix of both a stickiness making it easier to get traction, and slipperiness making hard to keep her footing. The pig may have been shorter than her by over a foot, but he was damn fat and heavy. It wasn't quite as easy as she hoped, her arms, legs and abs flexing hard as she tugged on him. "Grrr come on now don't just be dead weight, stand up!" She yipped at him. Though the vixen was in good shape, she was simply lightly toned, it wasn't like she was a musclebound lady - dead-lifting his full weight on her own was out of her wheelhouse.

It was hard to say if the hog was sicking with her just to annoy her again. She didn't think so though, he didn't have that shit-eating grin on his face like when he was normally tormenting her. And he was still avoiding looking at her, despite the incredible view of her body at work. Instead, she figured he was purely being lazy and didn't really understand what she was capable of physically. He sighed in annoyance, but scooted forward on the couch till his filthy hooves squished into the carpet. He groaned softly in some pain as he put pressure through his fat legs, his hooves were soft with some kind of fungal infection and his knees were in terrible shape from his diet from his weight. That was all the help the vixen needed though, to pull him onto his feet fully. The pig winced and groaned more loudly, letting go of her wrists to reach behind his back and rub it. Slouching so far back on the couch to get his balls sucked had clearly done a number on him.

"You okay?" Sam asked in a rather flat tone, trying to make it clear she wasn't insulting him -- but not wanting to seem like she actually cared either.

The pig took a moment to catch his breath, enough he was back to his old self though; proven by him slapping her ass with a grubby hand, and taking a couple steps back behind her so he could watch her ass jiggle. "Been wantin' to do that for a while. And yeah, I'll be fine. 'specially once I'm ruttin' ya balls deep." He chuckled, sinking his hand back into the thick, lush fur of her ass - this time to grope her rather than slap. "Bedroom is down the hall to the left." He pointed towards the west side of his home as if it was necessary, but it wasn't like there was any other hallways in the little trailer.

Clearly he wanted her to to lead the way so he could enjoy the view of her backside. An angle he hadn't been able to enjoy yet, but was actually just as impressive as her front side. Her chest was what she was most famous for, but no aspect of her body was less than fantastic. Her ass was perky, and just as all natural as everything else. The white fur pattern that ran down her dorsal ended in a perfect heart shape on her ass, so long as her thick thighs were held together. From behind, her luxurious, long, bright red hair was on full display, as well as her gigantic tail which was nearly big as the rest of her body -- tail size happened to be a whole other kind of dick measuring foxes engaged in. The vixen rolled her eyes as he went straight back to his crude comments, but carefully made her way through the hoarded trash and down the hallway.

There was only two doors in the hallway, one on each side. One with a 'clear' path was to the left, the one where he said his bedroom was. The other had trash piled high in front of it. It only made sense for it to be one thing, a bathroom. It didn't surprise her it was blocked off. She had noticed, unfortunately, that in the living room; he had turned a corner into a restroom. No doubt to save the lazy fuck a trip. But at this point she counted herself lucky he wasn't so lazy that he didn't just go in his pants. The bedroom door was cracked open, so she elected to push it open with the back of her paw rather than grasping the doorknob; though at this point trying to avoid filth was starting to seem futile.

She wasn't sure why she'd expected the bedroom to be cleaner than the rest of the house so far. Maybe she assumed he was living entirely in the living room, given how filthy it was. Still, it didn't really shock her at this point. He clearly still used the space, which was a bad news for its cleanliness. It was just as full of hoarded trash as anywhere else in the house. It felt worse in here though, thanks to the much more limited space. It was the tiniest bedroom the millionaire had ever scene, closer to the size of her walk in closet. It wasn't going to be possible to stay out of the filth here. The bed was the centerpiece of the room, merely a twin sized mattress lying on the floor with just enough trash cleared off it to leave a space for the obese pig. The mattress itself was disgusting, laying flat on the floor with no support. It was darkened yellow all the way across, most semblance of texture or designs on it had been worn off with time, leaving it looking very lumpy and uncomfortable -- particularly in the space the pig tended to sleep. It was covered in dark gray, black, and brown splotches distinctly emanating from where his crotch, pits, and mouth would be near on the mattress. "Strip naked and lay down." The short pig ordered from behind her, letting go of her ass to let her work.

That dirty old bed was the sort of thing that was in the worst nightmares of most women. But at this point Sam was too numb to all the filth she'd already seen, smelled, and even ate that it didn't intimidate her at now. She still grimaced at the appearance of it, knowing it wasn't going to be pleasant; but she no longer cared to bitch about it. Instead she reached behind her back with both paws to grasp the strings of her bikini top firmly. She heard Hurs let out a soft grunt of satisfaction, turned on purely just by the fact she wasn't even complaining about an order for once - and not wasting time just delaying anymore. Realizing that, she did consider dragging to on just to frustrate him, but she was honestly getting tired of fighting. Not to mention, so badly in heat, and being under so much sexual tension through this whole ordeal, she actually did need fucked; even if it was going to be the most deplorable fuck she could thing of.

She pulled the strings of her top, and it didn't take too long for the weight of her boobs to overcome the weakening knot of the top. If it wasn't for the fact she was holding the strings, it would have dropped to the dirty floor. Instead her large breasts dropped down slightly and settled onto her fluffy chest. She let go of one side of the top, then used the other paw to toss the American flag top onto the least gross pile of junk she could find.

"Nggn shiiittt." Hurs wheezed, drooling over the fact he was getting a hefty view of side-boob, even from completely behind her. She was about to move on to her bottoms, but the hog couldn't keep his hands off her; waddling up behind her. She heard him coming and raised her arms for him, she knew enough about about men to know he wanted to grab her tits -- particularly this perverted pig. To her shock, it wasn't where his hands went first, instead she felt his dirty fingers grasp her wide hips, causing her let out a light, surprised gasp.

"This can't be real..." He mumbled to himself, slowly dragging his hands up her hips then along her tight waistline. "Fucking work of art..." She wasn't sure what exactly had come over him to suddenly be complimenting her, but she wasn't going to complain. Her whole body had been aching to be touched in her intense heat, being stroked and admired like this was actually starting to make her heart race.

"And it all belongs to me..." There it was, it couldn't last forever she supposed. Sure, she was a perfectly sculpted work of art - but his property. She rolled her eyes again, but it didn't change the fact being groped up felt fantastic. His arms traced up her gentle hourglass figure, and finally went for the grand prize gripping her breasts. He immediately started to grope and squeeze the fat, perky orbs "Gods fuckin damn, they're natural! How'd the fuck you pull this off while-" One hand let go of a tit to rub down her washboard abs "Having a body like this? Ain't fuckin' possible..." He wheezed behind her, pinching her hard, onyx black nipples between his thumbs and fingers, before letting go of her chest to deliver a firm slap to her perky ass again. "Lay down on yer back, I wanna fuck ya the way god intended."

God never intended them to fuck, he was probably weeping if anything; the vixen thought to herself. Still, she was unbearably horny at this point; actually dripping with her arousal now after the perverted groping of her body. She couldn't be more primed, even moaning audibly as he pinched her sensitive nipples and smacked her ass again. She gripped her bikini bottom strings and yanked them unceremoniously. Pulling them free of her tight ass, she let them drop to the dirty floor -- not even considering the filth like she had for the top. She stepped up to the mattress, and started to crouch down to mount it, her boobs swaying beneath her while she did. As she got closer though, she was forced to see that the mattress was even more gross than she first realized. While some stains remained unidentified, or at least she didn't want to admit what they were. She could now tell the nastier splotches were mold thriving in the hot, damp environment of the bedroom. And the flora was only part of it. There was fauna too, roaches were more obvious, skirting across the surface time to time. But harder to spot were the tiny, flat bugs all over the mattress - bedbugs.

She bit her lower lip as she struggled with her immense disgust and fear, but she was far too damn horny to stop now. She turned around the face the pig and slowly rested her perky ass onto the mattress, cringing at the cool, wet feeling much like what he feet had been dealing with in the carpet the whole time. It even squelched under her as she shifted her weight. Carefully she started to lay back, not wanting taking her time due to how grossed out she was, but also out of pity for the insects; she didn't want to squish them. Sure, they were making her life miserable, but it wasn't their fault they were here, it was their home and she was the stranger. As she laid down she had to scoot her ass forward till eventually her feet were over the edge from the ankles down. The fox was too tall for the pig's cheap little bed, her head hanging over the top edge annoyingly. Finally she was fully laid out on the bed, for once, regretting her wild long hair for once as it spread over so much of the infested bed. She wasn't sure why getting her hair messy seemed worse than getting her back fur dirty; not that it would matter for long, as she quickly felt things crawling against both her hair and back. It sent trembles through her whole body in reaction, her nipples hardening and tightening even more from the bizarre feeling.

"God damn that's a sight I woulda killed for." The hog groaned, for once he was looming over her as he stood at the foot of the mattress. "Beautiful fuckin' fox splayed out on my bed, naked, waiting fer me..." He was salivating, licking his fat, dirty lips in ravenous desire. Part of him just wanted to get to fucking her right there; actually most of him did, it was taking every ounce of willpower in his body to resist - he wanted to savor every second of this moment. Nothing like this would ever happen to him again. He grasped the bottom of his filthy wife-beater and started to pull it up. Much like his underwear had been, it was nearly stuck to his body thanks to all the scum and sweat on his body. Rolls of fat would come spilling out the bottom and smacking into place, he wasn't that almost cute kind of round fat - but instead it was all flabby and lopsided folds. The shirt had been so tight on him, that he was proving to be much more obese than she first thought, no wonder his health was so bad. Finally he got the shirt peeled off and he tossed it aside, waddling forward till he was standing over her right at the bottom end of the mattress. "Beg." He oinked sharply.

Sam grimaced at the hideous appearance of the pig standing over her. She'd been highly aware he was ugly as hell, but now with them both fully naked it felt so much more visceral, and she was both more exposed to it, and in such a more compromised position lying on her back. When the fat pig oinked 'beg' at her, she wasn't entirely sure what he meant. She took a breath to ask, but he interrupted her. "Beg me to fuck you, fox." His voice had gotten quite dire and firm, he wasn't just fucking around this time. "Yer kind treated us pigs like second class citizens fer hundreds of years. I ain't inclined to fergive that." He crossed his stubby arms across his flabby chest. "Yer gonna learn yer place, as subservient tah porcine master race. Beg to be graced by my superior pig cock." He grinned down at her darkly, finally staring her dead in the eyes for once with those little turd brown orbs.

The vixen cringed at the horrible request. It was shocking he even knew such complicated words and concepts given how simple he'd seemed so far; but it only made sense he must be getting his brain rotted by some extremist news source. Sex with him alone had been the most degrading and humiliating thing she could think of. To beg him for it was a downright horrific thought. She'd forced herself through so much humiliation already, but with all her ego and pride this was the step too far. Unfathomably out of his league, HE should be begging and pleading for her -- not the other way around. A rich supermodel, desired world round for her breathtaking beauty. She was the embodiment of the peak of the proud vulpine race, and here she was being condemned for her race - and to submit that the ugly, fat, gross, short asshole of a pig was superior to her. She couldn't be more humiliated.... And turned on.

"P-please..." The vixen called out softly, pinning her ears back in a mix of shame and submission. "I want to fuck you. I need you." As her words hit his filthy ears it made him moan again; reaching down his fat gut, he tried to grab his dick and rub himself. But his belly was too fat and his arms were too short, the best he could do was rub his flabby rolls against his dick. Still it must have done something for him, as he panted and drooled over her. She could tell this wouldn't be enough, she had to keep going. The fox brought a paw to grip one of her big boobs, lifting it up and groping it to entice him, while he other paw ran down her dorsal; stroking her flat abs then moving to her soaking wet crotch to rub herself gently. "I'm so wet and hot for you, Hurs. I'm so sorry for what my people have done. I want to become subservient to the superior porcine race. Fuck me, make me yours!" She pleaded to such a desperate degree that almost surprised herself...

"Mnnggn, now that's a gud gurl. Look how horny ya are fer pig cock. Yer body knows exactly where vixens like ya belong. Soon enough yew will to..." The obese hog waddled up to the mattress slowly getting down onto his knees with a wince of pain, before placing his hands into the nasty mattress next to her; just below her bust line. Finally he laid down on top of her, though flopping was more accurate term as he dropped down her, not supporting himself with his hand or knees anymore. It knocked the air out of her, he was heavy as fuck even with his lack of height. Still, at this point she felt lucky he hadn't just dropped on her from a standing position; that seemed like something he might do.

Both of them were left gasping for breath, he out of exhaustion just from the effort from laying down; her from getting the air knocked out of her. The pig seized the opportunity, leaning up to lock his floppy jowls with her pointy muzzle. She pinned her ears back in disgust as immediately he started to violate her mouth with his filthy unwashed tongue. Making things worse, the fat pig tongue took up almost all the space in her muzzle, leaving her tongue with no way to avoid touching his. She'd already gotten a preview of the vile taste from his snot before -- distinctly different than cleaning his balls had been but nearly as bad. His tongue was coated with the slime and grease of years decaying and crappy food. All the while she was trying to catch her breath around it, just to end up inhaling mostly just his acrid exhales. Hurs reached up with his right arm and hooked his hand behind her head to grip her and pull in down keeper into the kiss. If it could be called a kiss; it was more like he was sucking on her face and fucking her mouth with his tongue. He'd never kissed any woman in his life, and he was trying to get everything he could out of it while he had the chance.

And she loved it. She never imagined such an intense ravishing was possible, from nothing more than a kiss. He was just so confident in just taking what he wanted from her. It might have just been the heat talking -- both the literal and biological; or maybe it was the toxic smells and stinks overwhelming her senses and leaving her lightheaded and nauseous. But this was beyond intense, beyond exciting, so different... Her big ears perked back up, closing her eyes softly as she started to suckle on his dirty tongue. Her body still trembled in natural disgust as she started to swallow down his saliva, while her tongue twirled and wrapped around his own. The hog grunted in satisfaction into the kiss, left had moving down to grope on her waistline and stroke down the her wide hip underneath his sweaty fat. They made out for minutes on end, the vixen's fur starting to feel soaked on both her front and back as the juices in the mattress oozed onto her back, and the pig sweated all over her front side. She could feel bugs crawling all over her long hair and thick fur. She couldn't imagine anything more disgusting, and yet she didn't care. "Fuck me. Please..." She huffed into the kiss.