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Yeah. Like that in story form.\n\nAs usual, check the tags before reading. If you're a minor... Well, don't read until you're not a minor anymore. Mmmkay?\n\nPlease by all means comment. Creepy comments welcome.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "You know those pictures that lovingly render a detailed pussy gape? Yeah. Like that in story form.

As usual, check the tags before reading. If you're a minor... Well, don't read until you're not a minor anymore. Mmmkay?

Please by all means comment. Creepy comments welcome.", "writing": "[center][b]A Bit Of A Stretch[/b][/center]\n\n[center]By Kaydrien Iceclaw[/center]\n\n\n\nYou could see the moment when the vixen receptionist jinked off of her mental rails and started making connections. The tapping on her keyboard stopped cold. I know pretty much exactly what’s coming.\n\n“You said Taffy?”\n\n“Yeah.” I shrug, trying not to look uncomfortable. Because really, I’m not. I just don’t want her getting all coddle-the-fresh-meat on me. She looks uncomfortable enough on her own anyway.\n\n“It’s just, you probably don’t know, but Taffy has a- a specialty?” The vixen scratches behind one of her ears, a nervous gesture. Impeccable eye contact and body language otherwise though. Just the right notes of apologetic and caring. “I don’t think she’s what you want.”\n\n“I know.” I know, and it’s hard not to get flustered thinking about it. “I’ve been with her before.”\n\n“Sir-“\n\nI wave both of my hands in a ‘stop’ gesture to cut her off before she can finish deciding I’m full of shit. “Look, you’re new here right? I been out of town for a while but me and Taffy, we have a thing. You can ask Lily if you don’t believe me.”\n\n“Um.” There’s that look. You know the one. And I know she’s seeing a skinny, brown and cream furred weasel, barely taller than her and she’s pretty small. Call me four foot eleven. And I’m wanting to get with [i]Taffy?[/i] For a moment I think she’s going to try to talk me out of it or take me up on the suggestion to call the house madam, but I suppose she takes the piece of folk wisdom about customers always being right to heart because she settles for reminding me of The Rules. “Ok then, sir. House policy is payment up front, and any extras will be charged to you as well. No refunds.”\n\n“Sure.” I swipe my charge card and walk around the side, not taking any notice of the overdone lushness of the décor. Whatever talent Madam Lily has for picking out employees, comes at the expense of her interior design skills. Lucky she has Sal, her assistant, to moderate that. Lovely anteater lady. Knows green on pink stripes is an abomination.\n\n“She’s in room seven. Enjoy yourself, Mr. Raeburn.”\n\nI wave back without looking. She’ll do fine here.\n\nCounting off room numbers occupies my mind enough that I’m not walking too funny by the time I get to number seven. If Taffy was busy, the new girl would have told me: Two knocks, then I turn the knob and lean my spare frame in. “Hey, Taff. Long time no see.”\n\nThe sexalicious leopard on the couch twitches all over, dropping the cell phone she’s been playing with. Always has been a little high strung, easy to startle. “Ritchie? Ritchie!”\n\nShe leaps up, smothering me in a big hug and pulling me right off my feet. Taffy’s a big girl, compared to me. Muscular too. Not like a bodybuilder, she says that would be going too far, but she could play a scantily-clad warrior-woman in any cheesy pulp film you could name. At least until she opened her mouth. “Oh my gawwwwwsh it’s been ages!”\n\nI chuckle into her nearly transparent charcoal grey silk top and wrap my arms around her waist. Not that I can get pressed into her chest any harder.\n\n“Yeah. Way too long.”\n\n“How did your archaeology thing go?”\n\n“Good, except for the part where it kept me away for half a year.” Bless my slinky genes for making me flexible enough to lean back and look at her despite her affectionate death grip. “How’s my favorite escort?”\n\n“Lonely without my favorite lover.” \n\nI make a point of puting extra hard at her, because it’s easier than keeping a straight face and over-the-top sarcasm beats souring the reunion. It’s not like I’m [i]really[/i] mad at her anyway. She lets go of my spine so she can pat my head instead by way of apology.\n\n“Sorry.” The pets give way to a grip of my skull so she can make me hold still while she plants one big old lick on my forehead. She giggles at my theatrical struggling, part of a little game we play. “It’s been so long I forgot for a second. Most boys like if I pretend they’re the only one, y’know?”\n\n“That’s ok.” I make a show of staggering when she lets go, and wiping at the slicked down stripe her tongue left, and she lifts a hand to stifle another round of laughter. My real reward is the slow sway she makes with her hips as she slides back onto the bed. She’s wearing a pair of translucent pajama pants to match her top, beautifully tailored to flow around her and billow out while somehow hugging right to her body in just the right places at just the right times.\n\nI realize I’m staring and fling myself onto the couch off to the side from the bed she’s dangling her legs off of like a kid in a playground swing. This way, I can stare more comfortably. We both like it that way.\n\n“Soooooooo…” Taffy takes the initiative before I’ve finished sinking into the cushioned seating, eating me up with her teal eyes. Someday I’ll figure out if that’s a job skill or she really thinks my scruffy mustelid self counts as eye candy. “What did you find?”\n\n“Mostly mosquitos.” That buys me another laugh while I adjust a throw pillow to sprawl against. “Seriously though. You’ll never guess- Somebody, who knows why, buried a whole village.”\n\n“A… village?” Taffy leans over onto her side, pulling up her legs sensuously into ‘paint me like your French girls’ pose. The way cats, and for that matter only [i]some[/i] cats, pull off. Like they’re just minding their own business and the world is revolving around them to put them in the most comfortable position ever. Damn but she looks good when she does that.\n\nI was saying something, wasn’t I? Oh right.\n\n“Yeah. A dozen houses, just sitting there like the people who lived there went out for a stroll and didn’t come back, except from the signs it looks like they moved out and then piled dirt on until you couldn’t tell it was there. About one and a half thousand years ago.”\n\n“Really? But why?”\n\n“No idea. Well… I mean we got ideas, but none of them really stands out as a winner yet.” She stretches for my benefit, which I duly appreciate. “It would have taken more people than could possibly live there. Hanging around a plague hotspot long enough to bury it all the way would be ridiculously stupid, even back then. Ritualistic reasons, maybe, but nothing we know about is remotely similar. Unless you look at a different continent during a different time period and really squint. Fred wants to blame aliens, and I think he’s joking, but you can never tell with Fred. And…”\n\nThe wiggling of her tail has changed tempo sometime in the last thirty seconds.\n\n“…And you’ve lost interest.”\n\n“Sorry Ritchie.” The lovely leopard shrugs, making her smooth shirt slide over her fur along with the motion just so. I gotta ask her who makes those clothes, because they’re a fucking genius. “You know I can’t do ‘maybes’. The buried town thing is cool though; tell me when you and the guys figure it out.”\n\n“Sure.” I will, too. She’s a good listener until I get into the theorizing, and I know she’ll like it. In the meantime our little get-together is on the clock. “Now… Your turn for show and tell.”\n\nTaffy makes this exaggerated pout and a totally overdone sigh, as if we didn’t both know exactly what I’m here for, and now I laugh for her. But she winks at me too before standing in front of me. “Well, if I have to…”\n\nShe flicks open the first button on her top, the second, the third, and caresses herself all around the bust to make the collar pull open. Then, because those buttons give a lot of give, she [i]slowwwwwwwly[/i] lets the whole shebang fall off one shoulder, then the other, and all the way off so the neck hole slides over her and it pools around her ankles. \n\n“Come on babe, get to the good stuff.” \n\n“Tsk. You know I have to keep in practice for the boob guys.” She knows I don’t care about the top. Or most of the rest of it, either, even if she is a damn fine example of feline femininity. Taffy takes her time walking the silky pajama pants down her hips until she can kick them off to the side, and she’s wearing a pair of boyshorts. \n\nIf you don’t know already, boyshorts are basically boxer briefs for ladies. They cover a fair bit, and hers are a nice black that covers a fair chunk of her hips almost like a pair of short shorts. This is definitely an unusual choice for a hooker, even if the lace edges of the garment match her bra, but I know damn well why she wears them and the thought starts me hardening up fast enough that I undo my pants button to give myself some space. “No thong, babe?”\n\n“In your dreams.”\n\n“And for my birthday?” I waggle my eyebrows hopefully.\n\n“You know they make me feel naked, and they ride up so bad... But we’ll talk.”\n\nAnd then she pulls those underwear down to give me my first good look at her crotch in six months, and her pussy is [i]huge[/i]. Sorry, that’s misleading. I don’t mean she’s got the plumpest pair of lower lips you’ve ever seen. I mean she’s got a ruined pink chasm between her legs. The reason she doesn’t wear a thong, or even regular panties, is that her saggy wrinkled labia would flap out on either side.\n\nTaffy’s specialty is huge guys who want to fuck someone smaller than them. Horses, mostly.\n\n“Oh fuck yes.” The moan escapes me and I rub at my hard on through my underwear. “You are so fucking hot.”\n\nI hear more than see her smile because I can’t be bothered to look up from her cooch, which she obligingly pulls open from both sides so I can see inside. “Nice to really show off for a change. This is a turn off for a lot of men.”\n\n“Not me. Who?”\n\n“Well…” She idly puts three fingers into her canyon of a muff, and swirls them around just how I like. “The last couple weeks have been pretty boring. There’s that draft horse, he’s a regular.”\n\n“Mr. Salty.” I know because I’ve eaten his loads out of Taffy once or twice. She’s nice enough to let me know when she’s gotten extra sloppy. Funny. I’m 100% straight and I’ve tasted jizz from a guy whose name I don’t even know, because whore-client confidentiality.\n\nDon’t give me that look, I [i]am[/i] straight. It wasn’t about him.\n\n“Yeah, that guy. And a couple zebras. And plenty of BJ guys.” She means normal guys of any species who come in for a blowie and never have to know that she’s totally wrecked down below. They don’t interest me. “But earlier, just a little after you left, you’ll never believe.”\n\n“What happened?” \n\nThis sweet kitty falls back onto the edge of the bed with a satisfying noise of a mattress complaining about its latest abuse. Partly, I think, so she can triple-finger herself without the distraction of standing up and partly because it gives me an excellent view into her depths whenever she incidentally pulls herself open in the process. “I got an elephant.”\n\nI moan in delight, fist clenching up to bunch my underwear around my woody. She smirks at the way I’m obviously enjoying myself. \n\n“No fucking way.” Understand, I don’t think she’d lie to me, but I want her to say it again. Taffy, nicknamed for the way she gets stretched on a regular basis, is happy to oblige while she fingers herself.\n\n“Way. He was a fucking pencil dick for an elephant but he’s still the biggest damn thing I’ve ever taken. I had to warm up for him. I had to use [i]lube[/i].”\n\n“Oh fuck.” Now, again, still straight as a board. But I know in detail what an elephant’s cock looks like. Because as you might have guessed by now, I have this thing about a girl being stretched to the absolute breaking point, and elephant dick plays a supporting role in some of hottest fantasies. They have this gigantic, nasty, veiny club that’s wrapped up in their rough wrinkly skin, compares favorably to my arm in size, and they can move it around almost like a clumsy second trunk. Nothing fancy going on shape-wise, but then, they don’t [i]need[/i] that.\n\nThe mental image of one of those guys buried in Taffy actually makes me buck against my hand. I let go for fear of going off too soon. I may have more than one round in me but I paid for two hours and I want it to count.\n\n“Oh fuck is right. I’m still not all the way recovered.” Dammit that twinkle in her eyes tells me she knows what she’s doing to me. That and how she slips in her pinkie and pulls to let me see the black depths of her vagina for a moment before having mercy by going back to just three digits and only letting me get the occasional glimpse. She rubs at her soft belly fur with her other hand. “I could feel him. I mean I can a lot of the time with the big draft guys, but I hugged myself to squeeze him harder from the outside, and he came so hard it pushed me off of him ‘cause there was no room left.”\n\n“Ohhhh f-fuck.” I look up at the ceiling instead of her, and close my eyes for good measure. I still come damn close to jizzing all over my stomach and ruining my shirt, because I can hear the messy [i]schlorp fft sluck[/i] of Taffy masturbating the stretched travesty she calls a pussy. There’s only so much that imagining my entire family’s funerals can help. “G-gimme a moment.”\n\n“’kay.” She doesn’t stop though. The thought of it has got to be turning her on as well- Taffy loves her job as much as I like hearing about it.\n\nMy hands slowly come unclenched from the sofa cushion when I feel like I’m not going to erupt any second. “Fuck, Taff.”\n\n“I’d have gotten pictures for you, if that wasn’t against the rules.”\n\n“I appreciate it. And definitely tell me more later. Anyone else interesting?” I risk opening my eyes and looking back at her. And the twinkle in her eyes tells me that might be a mistake.\n\n“I got double penetrated by a couple of rhinos.”\n\n“Damn.” Equal parts horny and awed.\n\n“Those guys can go for hours, you know?” Either her teasing is tempered by mercy or she’s trying not to cum too early too. She’s backed off to two fingers, swirling them around her edges. Then she pulls the damp fingers out, adjusts her hips, and plunges them into her asshole without further prep. Her back passage isn’t quite as ruined as her vag, but previous close inspection has shown me that it has to crinkle and fold at the edges to close completely, in a way that isn’t normal. Taffy once told me she’s more careful with anal sex because she doesn’t want to break anything so bad that she can’t… hold things in… but that sometimes it’s too damn tempting and she pushes the limits further than she really should. “But mostly slow and steady up ‘til the end. They were in me so long it felt weird when they left. It was a dad and his grown-up kid. Super kinky. Daddy took my ass, really straightened out my pipes back there. They got so awkward when he said he could feel junior through me.”\n\nWell so would I. Actually I wouldn’t do something like that with my dad in the first place, but to each their own. “They get over that?”\n\n“Enough to really enjoy themselves.” Taffy pinches the separating fold between her pussy and ass between fingers and thumb, and sighs. \n\n“Did you have fun too?”\n\n“I did. Leaked all over the bed afterward though. I couldn’t get clean in time for the next guy, but it turned out he didn’t mind sloppy seconds and it made it easier for him to knotfuck me. Hey, are you going to get over here, or…?”\n\nThe question is prompted by my groan of ecstasy. I pull my hand back from my crotch again, giving up on my edging so I can practically rip my clothes off.\n\n“I’m coming over there.”\n\nShe pushes herself back further onto the bed while I clamber up and obligingly spreads her legs even wider to give me close up access to her. I’ve found the most comfortable way to do this is to curl myself around her feet so I can fit on the bed while still keeping my eyes within a foot of her wrecked crotch.\n\n“I can’t get over how you can do that to your spine.” Taffy notes conversationally while I nuzzle against the inside of her thigh. It’s a good place to look at the folds of her pussy, looking a bit like a hot red wad of her namesake while the candymaker is halfway through pulling it.\n\nMaybe I’m reaching on that comparison.\n\n“Yeah, well…” I take a pussy lip in each hand and pull them apart meaningfully, to highlight what this leopard does to herself. Really, a weasel going a little noodly isn’t that weird. It’s everyone else who’s so stiff. (Everyone else and my pecker. That part of me is very stiff right now.)\n\nI duck down and lick around the edges of the fleshy cave, literally around in a loop until I’m back where I started. She tastes a little funny but I was expecting that; Taffy uses lotion down there something like three times a day because she’s so open that she dries out otherwise. Edible lotion, since she met me. Considerate but fuck only knows where she found the stuff. Who the hell makes edible lotion?\n\n“God you’re loose.”\n\n“That’s not what the elephant told me.” She says cheerfully. That makes me groan with lust.\n\nI pull myself upward, nuzzling against her stomach all the way. This close I can just make out the stretch marks through her fur. Those marks drive her nuts and she does her damnedest to keep her fur fluffed so that they aren’t visible, and it’s one of the few things about her schtick that I think she’s genuinely fibbing when she says they don’t get to her. This is a real pity, because I’ve been tempted to compose poetry to how beautifully [i]used[/i] they make her. Which is saying something, because fuck poetry. \n\nThe point is, those marks aren’t from having a kid, and she’s been fucked so thoroughly to ruin that she almost certainly can’t. A cervix, contrary to lots of badly written porn, is NOT meant to be penetrated, but Taffy methodically and repeatedly got hers ripped up by a series of magnum dongs of increasing thickness so hung stallions can fuck right into her womb. She’s got no regrets there, mind, Taffy’s not the motherly sort. She’s a deviant who loves her job and adores massive cocks. I’m a deviant who loves what it’s done to her, and those stretch marks make her absolutely beautiful to me.\n\nSo yeah, kind of a shame I can’t compliment those properly without making her uncomfortable.\n\nAnyhow, while I’m thinking about that, my pointy nose has hooked under the bra I’ve totally forgotten about (because why should I care about her boobs when her sexiest features are between her legs) and she’s giggling at me. I pull back out from under that strap and go over to put myself in position.\n\nMy hard-on hooks into her cavernous opening easily. You don’t have to aim when the target is that big, which I take full advantage of by using both arms to haul myself forward, pressing both hands into the covers so I can look at her face while I move. Pretty obviously she can barely feel me penetrate. My cock is pretty skinny, especially near the tip, and I’d guess I only bump into her insides after I’m technically an inch or two past her lips. My biased and probably totally invalid opinion is that guys who swoon over a tight pussy have no idea what they’re missing.\n\n“So, Ritchie. How do you want to do me?” Taffy purrs. Damn but she has pretty eyes. Polished turquoise. If I wasn’t so totally into, well, you know, I could probably develop some kind of eye fetish around those peepers. \n\nWhat does it say about me that I’m already too much of a freak for the words ‘eye fetish’ to raise the bar significantly? Oh well.\n\n“Mmmmmmmm dunno.” There’s actually a lot of things we like to do. (Yes, ‘we’; she might get paid for this but that connection we have going is real. We hang out when she’s off the clock too, though professional pride keeps her from giving out freebies.) \n\nFor now I hump into her opening, pressing as deep as I can and only touching part of the way around. That’s yet another good thing about how loose she is. There’s very little risk of me going off too early if I take it slow, so I have time to think.\n\nI can just go like this, but harder and faster. Splatter over her insides. And then, of course, go down there and look at the pattern I painted because it’s a hell of a view (I bring a flashlight for just such occasions). I could fist her while I jerk off, which is always fun. I could jerk off in her. And I do mean ‘in’, it’s a matter of wedging my hand into her so that she can squeeze me while I’m squeezing myself.\n\nI almost decide to ask her to close her legs. That’s one of our favorites: she’s so damn open that I can screw her missionary style while she has her legs pressed together as tight as she can. It wedges my cock right up against her love button while my tip rams into her back wall and her thighs press me from the front side. Very satisfying. Self-affirming to know I can get her to a screaming orgasm better than plenty of guys literally ten times more hung than me, and it feels great.\n\nBut what I do instead is remember that bit about the rhinos, and get an idea. “Hold on. Let me try something.”\n\nI pull out. I’ve collected enough slick and lotion residue that this next part should go off without a hitch, so I waste no time putting my point up against her asshole and gliding in to the hilt. She’s got an interesting texture down there. Might have to consider straightforward anal as a more regular thing.\n\n“What are yooOOH!”\n\nHer startlement (not pain, obviously) is because I’ve wedged my relatively petite hand into her love box. At the risk of getting repetitive, damn I love how there’s still some give. Makes me think this might have a chance of working, too. “Just let me know if anything feels wrong.”\n\n“What do you even think you could do that- Ooh. Oh. That’s strange.”\n\nIt’s kind of hard on my wrist, but I’ve turned my hand to press on my cock through two layers of her inner walls. Her eyes have this unfocused quality that tells me she’s focused entirely on the funky feeling of me groping myself with her pussy wall as a glove. “Bad strange?”\n\n“Keep going.”\n\nDon’t mind if I do. I spend a bit adjusting my placement. There’s no chance of me getting an all the way around grip and masturbating like that. A person’s insides aren’t just floating around like those anatomy charts imply, there’s a lot of stuff holding everything in place. \n\nHaving known that, this works better than I expected. It feels really good to squeeze the folds of her rectum around my slicked up dick. With a little pressure I can press myself up and grind the front of my cock against the inner side of her spine. And- Oh heck. “Hey, Taffy? Can you twitch your tail for me?”\n\n“…Sure?” She’s got no idea why, but twitch she does. She lashes it from side to side, and it brushes my inner legs, catching my own tail.\n\n“Oh god. I can feel that.”\n\nTaffy brightens. “Inside?”\n\n“Yeah. Fuck. I’m going to do this.”\n\nShe nods me the go ahead and keeps moving her tail like that. It adds a side to side undulation against me that drives me nuts. Meanwhile I start to pull out, then back in to the compartment I’m forming between the fingers and the meat of my hand and moan. Not least because her pussy is wet and hot around my hand.\n\nLike that, it doesn’t take me long before I can’t hold back anymore. I’m pounding into her ass-passage, in my hand, in her ruined cunt. Hard enough that I lose my grip and I have to stop to readjust a couple times early on. You can’t tell me that’s not hot as hell.\n\nMy hard humping works for her too. The impact of my hips rams my wrist against her oft-bullied clit and turns her exhalations into a meaty uneven purr. She’s gotta be feeling the press of my hand, and my cock, and my thrusts passing through her back passage and pulling on her pussy through that.\n\n“Tell me about the elephant.” Yours truly demands through the panting I do from fucking her like this.\n\n“He…” She’s interrupted by an involuntary groan. “He tried to get in me. Didn’t- didn’t work on first try. He was just too big. Had to fiiIIIIIiinger myself for a while while I licked him. Then fist myself. And I had to oh god ask Lily for some lube.”\n\n“Keep… Talking…” I can see it in my head now. Taffy forcing herself open enough for a pachyderm’s battering ram.\n\n“…he offered to ask for a refund instead…”\n\n“You. Didn’t. Want. That.”\n\n“[i]Fuck[/i] no. Wanted that dick meat.” Her beautiful eyes are pretty much crossed with the effort of talking coherently while getting fucked in, if I do say so myself, a pretty damn novel way. “Wanted it so bad. Oh god I wanted it. Thought I was finally going to rip open. And he moved inside me, said I was the tightest…”\n\nIf she kept talking I didn’t hear it. I was busy cumming so hard I almost blacked out. No really, my vision went gray at the edges. Picturing Taffy filled up by a dick as big as the baby she wouldn’t be having, on top of fucking her in a way that wouldn’t be remotely possible if she wasn’t a loose, ruined-cunt whore hit me [i]hard[/i].\n\nI came to with her wrecked muff clenching (if you could call the weak twitches that) around my hand, and her leaking her orgasm around me. Must have done something right.\n\nPulling my hand out gave me a wonderful wet [i]schlorp[/i] sound, and I collapsed onto her front.\n\n“…I’m pretty happy with how that went.”\n\n“Like, totally.” She agreed breathily.\n\n“You know I’d totally marry you if you’d just say yes.”\n\nShe snorted. Adorably. So unfair that she can snort cutely. “No way. Love my job too much.”\n\n“You know I don’t care if you keep it.” Hell, I’d probably end up begging her to sleep with the biggest stallions I could find. So I could watch her snatch stretched like a rubber band, of course.\n\n“I know.” Taffy kisses me on the forehead, then licks it away. “Ask again when I retire.”\n\n“I’ll just have to speed that up as much as I can.”\n\n“I know you will, Ritchie. Lily loves your money.”\n\nI lay like that listening to her heartbeat for a bit.\n\n“Hey, Ritchie. We got another hour on the clock.”\n\n“Yep. Got any requests?”\n\nThat lovely giggle. “I’m supposed to be asking you that, silly.”\n\n“Mmm hmm. So?”\n\nTaffy purrs. “How about you eat me out for a while?”\n\nWhich is code for ‘May I sit on your head until your pointy weasel face is literally wedged to the eyeballs inside my cavernous vag, and ride your skull until you’re in danger of asphyxiating?’\n\nIs that even a question? “Hell yes.”\n\n \n\n[center]The End[/center]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
A Bit Of A Stretch


By Kaydrien Iceclaw




You could see the moment when the vixen receptionist jinked off of her mental rails and started making connections. The tapping on her keyboard stopped cold. I know pretty much exactly what’s coming.

“You said Taffy?”

“Yeah.” I shrug, trying not to look uncomfortable. Because really, I’m not. I just don’t want her getting all coddle-the-fresh-meat on me. She looks uncomfortable enough on her own anyway.

“It’s just, you probably don’t know, but Taffy has a- a specialty?” The vixen scratches behind one of her ears, a nervous gesture. Impeccable eye contact and body language otherwise though. Just the right notes of apologetic and caring. “I don’t think she’s what you want.”

“I know.” I know, and it’s hard not to get flustered thinking about it. “I’ve been with her before.”

“Sir-“

I wave both of my hands in a ‘stop’ gesture to cut her off before she can finish deciding I’m full of shit. “Look, you’re new here right? I been out of town for a while but me and Taffy, we have a thing. You can ask Lily if you don’t believe me.”

“Um.” There’s that look. You know the one. And I know she’s seeing a skinny, brown and cream furred weasel, barely taller than her and she’s pretty small. Call me four foot eleven. And I’m wanting to get with Taffy? For a moment I think she’s going to try to talk me out of it or take me up on the suggestion to call the house madam, but I suppose she takes the piece of folk wisdom about customers always being right to heart because she settles for reminding me of The Rules. “Ok then, sir. House policy is payment up front, and any extras will be charged to you as well. No refunds.”

“Sure.” I swipe my charge card and walk around the side, not taking any notice of the overdone lushness of the décor. Whatever talent Madam Lily has for picking out employees, comes at the expense of her interior design skills. Lucky she has Sal, her assistant, to moderate that. Lovely anteater lady. Knows green on pink stripes is an abomination.

“She’s in room seven. Enjoy yourself, Mr. Raeburn.”

I wave back without looking. She’ll do fine here.

Counting off room numbers occupies my mind enough that I’m not walking too funny by the time I get to number seven. If Taffy was busy, the new girl would have told me: Two knocks, then I turn the knob and lean my spare frame in. “Hey, Taff. Long time no see.”

The sexalicious leopard on the couch twitches all over, dropping the cell phone she’s been playing with. Always has been a little high strung, easy to startle. “Ritchie? Ritchie!”

She leaps up, smothering me in a big hug and pulling me right off my feet. Taffy’s a big girl, compared to me. Muscular too. Not like a bodybuilder, she says that would be going too far, but she could play a scantily-clad warrior-woman in any cheesy pulp film you could name. At least until she opened her mouth. “Oh my gawwwwwsh it’s been ages!”

I chuckle into her nearly transparent charcoal grey silk top and wrap my arms around her waist. Not that I can get pressed into her chest any harder.

“Yeah. Way too long.”

“How did your archaeology thing go?”

“Good, except for the part where it kept me away for half a year.” Bless my slinky genes for making me flexible enough to lean back and look at her despite her affectionate death grip. “How’s my favorite escort?”

“Lonely without my favorite lover.”

I make a point of puting extra hard at her, because it’s easier than keeping a straight face and over-the-top sarcasm beats souring the reunion. It’s not like I’m really mad at her anyway. She lets go of my spine so she can pat my head instead by way of apology.

“Sorry.” The pets give way to a grip of my skull so she can make me hold still while she plants one big old lick on my forehead. She giggles at my theatrical struggling, part of a little game we play. “It’s been so long I forgot for a second. Most boys like if I pretend they’re the only one, y’know?”

“That’s ok.” I make a show of staggering when she lets go, and wiping at the slicked down stripe her tongue left, and she lifts a hand to stifle another round of laughter. My real reward is the slow sway she makes with her hips as she slides back onto the bed. She’s wearing a pair of translucent pajama pants to match her top, beautifully tailored to flow around her and billow out while somehow hugging right to her body in just the right places at just the right times.

I realize I’m staring and fling myself onto the couch off to the side from the bed she’s dangling her legs off of like a kid in a playground swing. This way, I can stare more comfortably. We both like it that way.

“Soooooooo…” Taffy takes the initiative before I’ve finished sinking into the cushioned seating, eating me up with her teal eyes. Someday I’ll figure out if that’s a job skill or she really thinks my scruffy mustelid self counts as eye candy. “What did you find?”

“Mostly mosquitos.” That buys me another laugh while I adjust a throw pillow to sprawl against. “Seriously though. You’ll never guess- Somebody, who knows why, buried a whole village.”

“A… village?” Taffy leans over onto her side, pulling up her legs sensuously into ‘paint me like your French girls’ pose. The way cats, and for that matter only some cats, pull off. Like they’re just minding their own business and the world is revolving around them to put them in the most comfortable position ever. Damn but she looks good when she does that.

I was saying something, wasn’t I? Oh right.

“Yeah. A dozen houses, just sitting there like the people who lived there went out for a stroll and didn’t come back, except from the signs it looks like they moved out and then piled dirt on until you couldn’t tell it was there. About one and a half thousand years ago.”

“Really? But why?”

“No idea. Well… I mean we got ideas, but none of them really stands out as a winner yet.” She stretches for my benefit, which I duly appreciate. “It would have taken more people than could possibly live there. Hanging around a plague hotspot long enough to bury it all the way would be ridiculously stupid, even back then. Ritualistic reasons, maybe, but nothing we know about is remotely similar. Unless you look at a different continent during a different time period and really squint. Fred wants to blame aliens, and I think he’s joking, but you can never tell with Fred. And…”

The wiggling of her tail has changed tempo sometime in the last thirty seconds.

“…And you’ve lost interest.”

“Sorry Ritchie.” The lovely leopard shrugs, making her smooth shirt slide over her fur along with the motion just so. I gotta ask her who makes those clothes, because they’re a fucking genius. “You know I can’t do ‘maybes’. The buried town thing is cool though; tell me when you and the guys figure it out.”

“Sure.” I will, too. She’s a good listener until I get into the theorizing, and I know she’ll like it. In the meantime our little get-together is on the clock. “Now… Your turn for show and tell.”

Taffy makes this exaggerated pout and a totally overdone sigh, as if we didn’t both know exactly what I’m here for, and now I laugh for her. But she winks at me too before standing in front of me. “Well, if I have to…”

She flicks open the first button on her top, the second, the third, and caresses herself all around the bust to make the collar pull open. Then, because those buttons give a lot of give, she slowwwwwwwly lets the whole shebang fall off one shoulder, then the other, and all the way off so the neck hole slides over her and it pools around her ankles.

“Come on babe, get to the good stuff.”

“Tsk. You know I have to keep in practice for the boob guys.” She knows I don’t care about the top. Or most of the rest of it, either, even if she is a damn fine example of feline femininity. Taffy takes her time walking the silky pajama pants down her hips until she can kick them off to the side, and she’s wearing a pair of boyshorts.

If you don’t know already, boyshorts are basically boxer briefs for ladies. They cover a fair bit, and hers are a nice black that covers a fair chunk of her hips almost like a pair of short shorts. This is definitely an unusual choice for a hooker, even if the lace edges of the garment match her bra, but I know damn well why she wears them and the thought starts me hardening up fast enough that I undo my pants button to give myself some space. “No thong, babe?”

“In your dreams.”

“And for my birthday?” I waggle my eyebrows hopefully.

“You know they make me feel naked, and they ride up so bad... But we’ll talk.”

And then she pulls those underwear down to give me my first good look at her crotch in six months, and her pussy is huge. Sorry, that’s misleading. I don’t mean she’s got the plumpest pair of lower lips you’ve ever seen. I mean she’s got a ruined pink chasm between her legs. The reason she doesn’t wear a thong, or even regular panties, is that her saggy wrinkled labia would flap out on either side.

Taffy’s specialty is huge guys who want to fuck someone smaller than them. Horses, mostly.

“Oh fuck yes.” The moan escapes me and I rub at my hard on through my underwear. “You are so fucking hot.”

I hear more than see her smile because I can’t be bothered to look up from her cooch, which she obligingly pulls open from both sides so I can see inside. “Nice to really show off for a change. This is a turn off for a lot of men.”

“Not me. Who?”

“Well…” She idly puts three fingers into her canyon of a muff, and swirls them around just how I like. “The last couple weeks have been pretty boring. There’s that draft horse, he’s a regular.”

“Mr. Salty.” I know because I’ve eaten his loads out of Taffy once or twice. She’s nice enough to let me know when she’s gotten extra sloppy. Funny. I’m 100% straight and I’ve tasted jizz from a guy whose name I don’t even know, because whore-client confidentiality.

Don’t give me that look, I am straight. It wasn’t about him.

“Yeah, that guy. And a couple zebras. And plenty of BJ guys.” She means normal guys of any species who come in for a blowie and never have to know that she’s totally wrecked down below. They don’t interest me. “But earlier, just a little after you left, you’ll never believe.”

“What happened?”

This sweet kitty falls back onto the edge of the bed with a satisfying noise of a mattress complaining about its latest abuse. Partly, I think, so she can triple-finger herself without the distraction of standing up and partly because it gives me an excellent view into her depths whenever she incidentally pulls herself open in the process. “I got an elephant.”

I moan in delight, fist clenching up to bunch my underwear around my woody. She smirks at the way I’m obviously enjoying myself.

“No fucking way.” Understand, I don’t think she’d lie to me, but I want her to say it again. Taffy, nicknamed for the way she gets stretched on a regular basis, is happy to oblige while she fingers herself.

“Way. He was a fucking pencil dick for an elephant but he’s still the biggest damn thing I’ve ever taken. I had to warm up for him. I had to use lube.”

“Oh fuck.” Now, again, still straight as a board. But I know in detail what an elephant’s cock looks like. Because as you might have guessed by now, I have this thing about a girl being stretched to the absolute breaking point, and elephant dick plays a supporting role in some of hottest fantasies. They have this gigantic, nasty, veiny club that’s wrapped up in their rough wrinkly skin, compares favorably to my arm in size, and they can move it around almost like a clumsy second trunk. Nothing fancy going on shape-wise, but then, they don’t need that.

The mental image of one of those guys buried in Taffy actually makes me buck against my hand. I let go for fear of going off too soon. I may have more than one round in me but I paid for two hours and I want it to count.

“Oh fuck is right. I’m still not all the way recovered.” Dammit that twinkle in her eyes tells me she knows what she’s doing to me. That and how she slips in her pinkie and pulls to let me see the black depths of her vagina for a moment before having mercy by going back to just three digits and only letting me get the occasional glimpse. She rubs at her soft belly fur with her other hand. “I could feel him. I mean I can a lot of the time with the big draft guys, but I hugged myself to squeeze him harder from the outside, and he came so hard it pushed me off of him ‘cause there was no room left.”

“Ohhhh f-fuck.” I look up at the ceiling instead of her, and close my eyes for good measure. I still come damn close to jizzing all over my stomach and ruining my shirt, because I can hear the messy schlorp fft sluck of Taffy masturbating the stretched travesty she calls a pussy. There’s only so much that imagining my entire family’s funerals can help. “G-gimme a moment.”

“’kay.” She doesn’t stop though. The thought of it has got to be turning her on as well- Taffy loves her job as much as I like hearing about it.

My hands slowly come unclenched from the sofa cushion when I feel like I’m not going to erupt any second. “Fuck, Taff.”

“I’d have gotten pictures for you, if that wasn’t against the rules.”

“I appreciate it. And definitely tell me more later. Anyone else interesting?” I risk opening my eyes and looking back at her. And the twinkle in her eyes tells me that might be a mistake.

“I got double penetrated by a couple of rhinos.”

“Damn.” Equal parts horny and awed.

“Those guys can go for hours, you know?” Either her teasing is tempered by mercy or she’s trying not to cum too early too. She’s backed off to two fingers, swirling them around her edges. Then she pulls the damp fingers out, adjusts her hips, and plunges them into her asshole without further prep. Her back passage isn’t quite as ruined as her vag, but previous close inspection has shown me that it has to crinkle and fold at the edges to close completely, in a way that isn’t normal. Taffy once told me she’s more careful with anal sex because she doesn’t want to break anything so bad that she can’t… hold things in… but that sometimes it’s too damn tempting and she pushes the limits further than she really should. “But mostly slow and steady up ‘til the end. They were in me so long it felt weird when they left. It was a dad and his grown-up kid. Super kinky. Daddy took my ass, really straightened out my pipes back there. They got so awkward when he said he could feel junior through me.”

Well so would I. Actually I wouldn’t do something like that with my dad in the first place, but to each their own. “They get over that?”

“Enough to really enjoy themselves.” Taffy pinches the separating fold between her pussy and ass between fingers and thumb, and sighs.

“Did you have fun too?”

“I did. Leaked all over the bed afterward though. I couldn’t get clean in time for the next guy, but it turned out he didn’t mind sloppy seconds and it made it easier for him to knotfuck me. Hey, are you going to get over here, or…?”

The question is prompted by my groan of ecstasy. I pull my hand back from my crotch again, giving up on my edging so I can practically rip my clothes off.

“I’m coming over there.”

She pushes herself back further onto the bed while I clamber up and obligingly spreads her legs even wider to give me close up access to her. I’ve found the most comfortable way to do this is to curl myself around her feet so I can fit on the bed while still keeping my eyes within a foot of her wrecked crotch.

“I can’t get over how you can do that to your spine.” Taffy notes conversationally while I nuzzle against the inside of her thigh. It’s a good place to look at the folds of her pussy, looking a bit like a hot red wad of her namesake while the candymaker is halfway through pulling it.

Maybe I’m reaching on that comparison.

“Yeah, well…” I take a pussy lip in each hand and pull them apart meaningfully, to highlight what this leopard does to herself. Really, a weasel going a little noodly isn’t that weird. It’s everyone else who’s so stiff. (Everyone else and my pecker. That part of me is very stiff right now.)

I duck down and lick around the edges of the fleshy cave, literally around in a loop until I’m back where I started. She tastes a little funny but I was expecting that; Taffy uses lotion down there something like three times a day because she’s so open that she dries out otherwise. Edible lotion, since she met me. Considerate but fuck only knows where she found the stuff. Who the hell makes edible lotion?

“God you’re loose.”

“That’s not what the elephant told me.” She says cheerfully. That makes me groan with lust.

I pull myself upward, nuzzling against her stomach all the way. This close I can just make out the stretch marks through her fur. Those marks drive her nuts and she does her damnedest to keep her fur fluffed so that they aren’t visible, and it’s one of the few things about her schtick that I think she’s genuinely fibbing when she says they don’t get to her. This is a real pity, because I’ve been tempted to compose poetry to how beautifully used they make her. Which is saying something, because fuck poetry.

The point is, those marks aren’t from having a kid, and she’s been fucked so thoroughly to ruin that she almost certainly can’t. A cervix, contrary to lots of badly written porn, is NOT meant to be penetrated, but Taffy methodically and repeatedly got hers ripped up by a series of magnum dongs of increasing thickness so hung stallions can fuck right into her womb. She’s got no regrets there, mind, Taffy’s not the motherly sort. She’s a deviant who loves her job and adores massive cocks. I’m a deviant who loves what it’s done to her, and those stretch marks make her absolutely beautiful to me.

So yeah, kind of a shame I can’t compliment those properly without making her uncomfortable.

Anyhow, while I’m thinking about that, my pointy nose has hooked under the bra I’ve totally forgotten about (because why should I care about her boobs when her sexiest features are between her legs) and she’s giggling at me. I pull back out from under that strap and go over to put myself in position.

My hard-on hooks into her cavernous opening easily. You don’t have to aim when the target is that big, which I take full advantage of by using both arms to haul myself forward, pressing both hands into the covers so I can look at her face while I move. Pretty obviously she can barely feel me penetrate. My cock is pretty skinny, especially near the tip, and I’d guess I only bump into her insides after I’m technically an inch or two past her lips. My biased and probably totally invalid opinion is that guys who swoon over a tight pussy have no idea what they’re missing.

“So, Ritchie. How do you want to do me?” Taffy purrs. Damn but she has pretty eyes. Polished turquoise. If I wasn’t so totally into, well, you know, I could probably develop some kind of eye fetish around those peepers.

What does it say about me that I’m already too much of a freak for the words ‘eye fetish’ to raise the bar significantly? Oh well.

“Mmmmmmmm dunno.” There’s actually a lot of things we like to do. (Yes, ‘we’; she might get paid for this but that connection we have going is real. We hang out when she’s off the clock too, though professional pride keeps her from giving out freebies.)

For now I hump into her opening, pressing as deep as I can and only touching part of the way around. That’s yet another good thing about how loose she is. There’s very little risk of me going off too early if I take it slow, so I have time to think.

I can just go like this, but harder and faster. Splatter over her insides. And then, of course, go down there and look at the pattern I painted because it’s a hell of a view (I bring a flashlight for just such occasions). I could fist her while I jerk off, which is always fun. I could jerk off in her. And I do mean ‘in’, it’s a matter of wedging my hand into her so that she can squeeze me while I’m squeezing myself.

I almost decide to ask her to close her legs. That’s one of our favorites: she’s so damn open that I can screw her missionary style while she has her legs pressed together as tight as she can. It wedges my cock right up against her love button while my tip rams into her back wall and her thighs press me from the front side. Very satisfying. Self-affirming to know I can get her to a screaming orgasm better than plenty of guys literally ten times more hung than me, and it feels great.

But what I do instead is remember that bit about the rhinos, and get an idea. “Hold on. Let me try something.”

I pull out. I’ve collected enough slick and lotion residue that this next part should go off without a hitch, so I waste no time putting my point up against her asshole and gliding in to the hilt. She’s got an interesting texture down there. Might have to consider straightforward anal as a more regular thing.

“What are yooOOH!”

Her startlement (not pain, obviously) is because I’ve wedged my relatively petite hand into her love box. At the risk of getting repetitive, damn I love how there’s still some give. Makes me think this might have a chance of working, too. “Just let me know if anything feels wrong.”

“What do you even think you could do that- Ooh. Oh. That’s strange.”

It’s kind of hard on my wrist, but I’ve turned my hand to press on my cock through two layers of her inner walls. Her eyes have this unfocused quality that tells me she’s focused entirely on the funky feeling of me groping myself with her pussy wall as a glove. “Bad strange?”

“Keep going.”

Don’t mind if I do. I spend a bit adjusting my placement. There’s no chance of me getting an all the way around grip and masturbating like that. A person’s insides aren’t just floating around like those anatomy charts imply, there’s a lot of stuff holding everything in place.

Having known that, this works better than I expected. It feels really good to squeeze the folds of her rectum around my slicked up dick. With a little pressure I can press myself up and grind the front of my cock against the inner side of her spine. And- Oh heck. “Hey, Taffy? Can you twitch your tail for me?”

“…Sure?” She’s got no idea why, but twitch she does. She lashes it from side to side, and it brushes my inner legs, catching my own tail.

“Oh god. I can feel that.”

Taffy brightens. “Inside?”

“Yeah. Fuck. I’m going to do this.”

She nods me the go ahead and keeps moving her tail like that. It adds a side to side undulation against me that drives me nuts. Meanwhile I start to pull out, then back in to the compartment I’m forming between the fingers and the meat of my hand and moan. Not least because her pussy is wet and hot around my hand.

Like that, it doesn’t take me long before I can’t hold back anymore. I’m pounding into her ass-passage, in my hand, in her ruined cunt. Hard enough that I lose my grip and I have to stop to readjust a couple times early on. You can’t tell me that’s not hot as hell.

My hard humping works for her too. The impact of my hips rams my wrist against her oft-bullied clit and turns her exhalations into a meaty uneven purr. She’s gotta be feeling the press of my hand, and my cock, and my thrusts passing through her back passage and pulling on her pussy through that.

“Tell me about the elephant.” Yours truly demands through the panting I do from fucking her like this.

“He…” She’s interrupted by an involuntary groan. “He tried to get in me. Didn’t- didn’t work on first try. He was just too big. Had to fiiIIIIIiinger myself for a while while I licked him. Then fist myself. And I had to oh god ask Lily for some lube.”

“Keep… Talking…” I can see it in my head now. Taffy forcing herself open enough for a pachyderm’s battering ram.

“…he offered to ask for a refund instead…”

“You. Didn’t. Want. That.”

“Fuck no. Wanted that dick meat.” Her beautiful eyes are pretty much crossed with the effort of talking coherently while getting fucked in, if I do say so myself, a pretty damn novel way. “Wanted it so bad. Oh god I wanted it. Thought I was finally going to rip open. And he moved inside me, said I was the tightest…”

If she kept talking I didn’t hear it. I was busy cumming so hard I almost blacked out. No really, my vision went gray at the edges. Picturing Taffy filled up by a dick as big as the baby she wouldn’t be having, on top of fucking her in a way that wouldn’t be remotely possible if she wasn’t a loose, ruined-cunt whore hit me hard.

I came to with her wrecked muff clenching (if you could call the weak twitches that) around my hand, and her leaking her orgasm around me. Must have done something right.

Pulling my hand out gave me a wonderful wet schlorp sound, and I collapsed onto her front.

“…I’m pretty happy with how that went.”

“Like, totally.” She agreed breathily.

“You know I’d totally marry you if you’d just say yes.”

She snorted. Adorably. So unfair that she can snort cutely. “No way. Love my job too much.”

“You know I don’t care if you keep it.” Hell, I’d probably end up begging her to sleep with the biggest stallions I could find. So I could watch her snatch stretched like a rubber band, of course.

“I know.” Taffy kisses me on the forehead, then licks it away. “Ask again when I retire.”

“I’ll just have to speed that up as much as I can.”

“I know you will, Ritchie. Lily loves your money.”

I lay like that listening to her heartbeat for a bit.

“Hey, Ritchie. We got another hour on the clock.”

“Yep. Got any requests?”

That lovely giggle. “I’m supposed to be asking you that, silly.”

“Mmm hmm. So?”

Taffy purrs. “How about you eat me out for a while?”

Which is code for ‘May I sit on your head until your pointy weasel face is literally wedged to the eyeballs inside my cavernous vag, and ride your skull until you’re in danger of asphyxiating?’

Is that even a question? “Hell yes.”

 

The End
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