Lobby Madame Lobina Creampie Romance

The cherry-blossom pink lights of the Cerezo Osaka stadium had long since dimmed. Most of the staff had gone home, leaving only the quiet hum of the empty stands and the soft night breeze that carried the faint scent of sakura. Lobby stood in the deserted locker-room corridor, still wearing his pink jersey and navy shorts, the oversized white gloves hanging at his sides. His medium-brown fur was slightly ruffled from the day’s performances, the dark unibrow patch above his yellow eyes giving him that familiar intense look.

Madame Lobina stepped out of the VIP lounge, her golden-brown fur gleaming under the residual lights. The coral-red headband with its big bow sat perfectly atop her voluminous dark-brown curls. Pink cat-eye glasses framed her large yellow eyes, and the subtle red lipstick on her cream-colored muzzle made her smile look both elegant and hungry. Her leopard-print leggings clung tightly to her hips and thighs; the short-sleeved striped cardigan hung open over the coral shirt that showed off the soft curve of her chest. The pearl necklace rested against her fur.

She stopped in front of him, close enough that he could smell her perfume mixed with the warm scent of her fur.

“You’ve been staring at me all day, Lobby,” she said, voice low and amused. “During the half-time show, during the photo ops… every time I turned around those yellow eyes were on me.”

Lobby’s ears flicked. He swallowed. “I can’t help it. You look… different tonight. More beautiful than usual.”

Madame Lobina laughed softly, a rich, mature sound. She reached up and traced one finger along the edge of his muzzle. “Your mother is allowed to look beautiful. And you’re allowed to notice.” Her hand slid down his chest, over the Yanmar logo, and lower, resting just above the waistband of his shorts. “In fact, I insist on it.”

He didn’t pull away. Instead he stepped closer, the hard line of his cock already pressing against the front of his navy shorts. Madame Lobina felt it and her smile widened. She cupped him through the fabric, squeezing the thick outline of his penis.

“Already hard for me,” she murmured. “Good boy.”

Lobby’s breath hitched. He leaned in and kissed her—first carefully, then deeper when she opened her mouth for him. Their tongues met, warm and wet. Her fangs lightly scraped his lower lip. He groaned into the kiss, hands finding her waist, then sliding around to cup the full curve of her ass through the tight leggings.

She broke the kiss only long enough to tug his jersey up and off. The brown fur of his chest and stomach was soft under her gloved fingers. Then she pushed his shorts and the compression shorts beneath them down in one motion. His cock sprang free—thick, veined, already leaking a clear bead of precum at the tip. The shaft was a darker brown than the rest of his fur, the head flushed and shiny.

Madame Lobina made a soft appreciative sound. She wrapped both hands around him, stroking slowly from base to tip, smearing the precum over the sensitive head with her thumb.

“Look at this cock,” she whispered. “So hard, so ready. You’ve been thinking about putting it inside me, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” Lobby admitted, voice rough. “For weeks.”

She sank to her knees right there in the corridor, the platform loafers clicking softly on the floor. Her pearl necklace swayed as she leaned in and licked a long stripe up the underside of his penis. Lobby’s hips jerked. She opened her muzzle wider and took the head into her mouth, sucking gently, tongue swirling. Then she pushed forward, taking more of him, inch by inch, until the thick cock stretched her lips and pressed against the back of her throat.

She bobbed her head, wet sounds filling the quiet hallway. One hand stroked what she couldn’t fit; the other cupped and rolled his heavy balls. Lobby’s gloved hands settled on her curly hair, careful not to mess the bow, but his grip tightened when she hollowed her cheeks and sucked harder.

“Madame—fuck—your mouth feels so good,” he groaned.

She pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lower lip to the glistening head of his cock. “Call me Lobina when I’m sucking your cock,” she said, voice husky. “Or better yet… just keep moaning.”

She went back down, deeper this time, throat relaxing around him. Lobby’s yellow eyes fluttered shut. The wet heat of her mouth, the soft scrape of her fangs, the way her tongue massaged the underside of his shaft—it was overwhelming. He could feel his orgasm building already, but she sensed it and pulled away again, leaving him throbbing and shiny with spit.

“Not yet,” she said, standing. “I want that cock inside my pussy first.”

She turned and leaned against the wall, pushing her leopard-print leggings and the thin pink panties beneath them down over her hips and thighs. Her pussy was already wet—pink inner folds glistening between the golden-brown fur of her mound. The scent of her arousal mixed with the stadium air.

Lobby stepped behind her, one hand guiding his cock between her legs, rubbing the thick head up and down her slit, coating himself in her juices. Madame Lobina reached back and spread herself open for him.

“Put it in,” she ordered softly. “Slow at first. I want to feel every inch.”

He pushed forward. The head of his cock stretched her entrance, then sank inside with a wet slide. Both of them moaned. Her pussy was tight, hot, and dripping, walls fluttering around the intrusion. Lobby kept pushing until his hips were flush against her ass and every inch of his thick penis was buried inside her.

“Fuck… so full,” she breathed, forehead resting against the wall. “Your cock is perfect inside me.”

He started thrusting—slow, deep strokes that dragged his length along her walls. Each time he pulled almost all the way out, then drove back in until his balls pressed against her. The wet slap of fur against fur filled the corridor. Madame Lobina pushed back to meet every thrust, her pearl necklace swinging, glasses slightly askew.

“Harder,” she demanded. “I can take it. Fuck your mother’s pussy like you mean it.”

Lobby’s control snapped. He gripped her hips and started pounding into her, the thick cock pistoning in and out of her dripping cunt. The sound of skin and fur meeting grew louder, wetter. Her pussy clenched around him with every thrust, juices running down her thighs and coating his balls.

He reached around and found her clit with one gloved finger, rubbing firm circles while he fucked her. Madame Lobina’s moan turned into a high, broken cry. Her walls fluttered harder.

“Right there—don’t stop—I’m going to come on your cock—”

She came hard, pussy spasming around his shaft, soaking him further. Lobby fucked her through it, never slowing, chasing his own pleasure now. When her orgasm eased he pulled out, turned her around, and lifted one of her legs. He slid back into her from the front, face to face, and started thrusting again—deeper, more intimate.

Madame Lobina wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him messily while he fucked her standing. Their muzzles brushed, tongues tangled. He could feel every pulse of her still-sensitive pussy.

“I want you to come inside me,” she whispered against his mouth. “Fill my pussy. Give me that creampie.”

Lobby’s thrusts grew erratic. He buried himself to the hilt one last time and came with a low, guttural groan. Thick ropes of cum pumped deep into her cunt, flooding her. He kept thrusting weakly through the orgasm, milking every pulse into her, until his balls were empty and his cock was still twitching inside the wet heat.

They stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing hard. When he finally pulled out, a thick trickle of his cum leaked from her well-fucked pussy and ran down the inside of her thigh.

Madame Lobina looked down at the mess, then up at him with a satisfied, wicked smile. She reached between her legs, gathered some of the creampie on two fingers, and brought it to her mouth, tasting him.

“Delicious,” she murmured. “And we’re not finished.”

She dropped to her knees again and cleaned the rest of his softening cock with her tongue, licking every drop of their combined juices until he was clean and starting to harden once more under her attention.

Later that night, back in the private suite the club kept for the mascots, she rode him slow and deep on the wide couch, her coral shirt open, breasts bouncing, while he held her hips and watched his cock disappear into her creamy pussy over and over. She came again with his name on her tongue. He came a second time buried inside her, adding another heavy load to the first, the excess spilling out around his shaft as she kept moving on him.

When they finally collapsed together, fur damp and bodies tangled, Madame Lobina traced lazy circles on his chest.

“Next time,” she said softly, “I want you to bend me over the massage table in the physio room and take me from behind until I can’t walk straight. And I want another creampie.”

Lobby’s cock twitched against her thigh at the promise.

“Yes, Madame,” he answered, already hard again.

She smiled against his muzzle and kissed him, slow and deep, the taste of sex still shared between them.