[u]All characters depicted in this work of fiction are of legal age of consent.[/u]

1. Rule One
There always was a particular thrill whenever she slipped into an undercover persona. And the fact Ann Gora’s current alias looked an awful lot like a ravishing ancient Egyptian cat-goddess was just the cherry on top.

The journalist’s slender, leggy body was sheathed in a black and gold cocktail dress, the skirt short enough to show off almost every tantalising inch of her long sleek legs, perched on her toes in golden strappy stiletto sandals. Completing her outfit were the costume-store golden serpent armbands, which she adjusted as she studied herself in the mirror.

Peering back through the masquerade mask decorated with more gold and black to the same Egyptian motif was an unfamiliar anthropomorphic cat, her lips freshly painted red and her sleek light brown fur groomed to perfection. Her dark brown hair, still in its signature bob with a horizontal fringe was freshly dyed black, and behind the mask hiding the top half of her face her eyelids were painted gold with dark eyeliner that brought out the feline ferocity in her eyes.

Fully settled into the persona of ‘Ankhe,’ Ann realised she hadn’t felt this ravishing since her college days attending costume parties or wild nightclub raves. Being she was on the wrong side of her mid-thirties, she couldn’t remember when she’d displayed this much fur in public. She usually opted for a modest blouse and skirt when she was the centre of attention at Kat’s Eye News.

But if she wanted to blend in tonight, she’d have to immerse herself in the unabashed depravity of those she was investigating. Tonight, she was a member of the secretive Cougar Club, an underground society of crazy women who, rumour had it, hosted get-togethers and orgies in the company of much younger men. Honestly, Ann had been trying to ignore the rumours for a long time. But when some compelling evidence for Cougar Club’s existence crossed her desk, along with an anonymous invitation to one of their mysterious parties, she couldn’t resist. It would be worth the embarrassment of wearing such a scandalously short skirt at her age; this story would thrust her back into the spotlight, just like the days when she would report on the SWAT Kats in their hay-day.

Checking her mask was firmly in place, she straightened a few ruffles out of her elegant but skimpy dress, tugged the back of the skirt where her nervously flicking tail kept rolling the flimsy fabric over the supple curvature of her ass, then turned. The click of her stilettoes preceded Ann out of the restroom, a sound muted by the cacophony of other high heels in the foyer among the soft murmur of conversation.

Her senses were immediately inundated in that place’ scents of sweet perfume, wines and champagnes and the distinct feminine musk of arousal mixed with a sense of palpable excitement that buzzed in the air. It drew Ann in almost magnetically as she moved through the undulating crowd. Around her were dozens of women, all shapes and sizes, but predominantly her age. She was perhaps the youngest, though it was hard to tell given all of them were dressed up to the nines, perched in high heels that lengthened a forest of sleek legs as far as the eye could see, plunging necklines and promiscuous outfits shaving decades off each woman. All of them showed off stretches of sleek fur that the general public never got to see, and hid their identities behind lavish masks and aliases.

Ann had made a little small talk upon arrival, learning that none of the women were shy about their mature age, and they were very chatty about meeting their favourite handsome young man who lay just beyond the velvet curtains further into the foyer. She didn’t get to learn much about the women as she hoped, they were all quite guarded about their identities if not about their sexual plans for tonight. But she knew she was in the right place at least.

Taking a short break from the little smatterings of chat among the women describing the filthiest things they were planning to fill their evening with, Ann took a lingering look around the foyer. 

The décor was what one might expect of a place filled with the whispers of hedonistic indulgence; opulent and luxurious with red walls, adorned with the seductive art celebrating certain aspects of both male and female anatomy, some of it even showing off the messy, moist intermingling of both. It was hard to believe they were currently in the middle of the city beneath some well-to-do neighbourhood. The entrance might have been some random little barbershop or speak-easy just below the street level, at the bottom of the concrete steps and through an unassuming door manned by a burly bouncer checking everyone going in was on a list.

From the outside it was plain and small. But inside opened into what could have been a Victorian mansion. The foyer alone held dozens of other club-goers comfortably. The women were regulars to be sure, Ann could tell how they moved with a certain familiarity towards the champagne flutes and snacks that had been set out for their arrival. There was also a large crystal bowl filled to the brim with a colourful assortment of condoms, though the foil packets seemed to have gone largely untouched. The rows of lube beside it though were broken up in places, and Ann could see some of the chatting woman subtly clutching the missing bottles in preparation.

Among the masks and glamorous dresses, the journalist in Ann wanted to treat the whole affair like a game of clue. She was eager to begin prying with questions as quickly as possible, so she could discern the mysterious identities of these shameless women. Already her keen eye could pick up the faint lines along furry ring fingers, or the subtle fidgeting at the location where recently removed wedding rings had been. Some even still wore their wedding bands, regardless of the dirty deeds they loudly admitted to be ready to perform. It seemed hard to believe anyone of any moral repute would attend a debauched place such as this.

[i]But you’re here, Ann[/i], a small voice whispered in the back of her mind.

She shushed it, along with a lingering tingle of strange excitement that had stirred in the depths of her belly. The excitement that had started when she first slipped into her dress, heard the crack of her ridiculous heels on the sidewalk as she walked downtown covered in only a coat. Excitement that threatened to boil over as she scanned the various bits of erotic art hanging around the foyer. It suddenly struck her how long it had last been since she felt the need to use her vibrator…

Forget the vibrator, when had her boyfriend last touched her? Or looked at her, for that matter?

Ann’s thoughts were interrupted by a regal looking woman flowing through the red satin curtains. She was a tall and athletic lioness with shining gold fur, her body sheathed in a slinky and revealing ballgown. The skirt dragged along the floor behind her, but a long slit revealed the full length of her legs, right up to the distinct lack of panties. Her breasts practically spilled out of the plunging collar of her dress, which hung all the way down to a jewel pierced belly button. Her mask was by far the most extravagant, studded with jewels and decorated with long, plush red feathers that swept off to one side and brushed her ear playfully.

Behind that mask, her predatory crimson eyes were offset by the alluring warmth in her smile.

She was either in her thirties and beautiful, or she was in her forties and mesmerising. Ann honestly couldn’t tell which, but in the way she spoke, husky and friendly, she had to guess the latter.

“Good evening, ladies, good evening!” she greeted warmly, hands raised in a flair of theatrics that matched her tone. Her English was perfect and laced with the deep seductive tenor of an African accent. “Welcome, welcome, welcome, to Cougar Club. Now, for the new faces, which I’m always so glad to see, my name is Sara and I’ll be your hostess. Before we begin though, yes, I know you’re all eager. Settle down. Before we begin, as usual let me re-iterate the club rules. We all have drinks for this part? Yes? You, dear, you look rather thirsty.”

Sara smiled with a slightly cocked head as she regarded Ann. Before she could wave off the offer, a woman in the back spoke up.

“She’s not the only one who’s thirsty!”

The emphasis she placed on ‘thirsty,’ lacing in the obvious double entendre sent a tinkle of laughter throughout the foyer, and Sara joined in with a small laugh for what must have been a customary joke.

“Very well,” she continued clasping her hands and scanning the crowd of faces lovingly. She was a matriarchal queen of the savannah addressing her pride. “Rule number one: do not talk about Cougar Club. Rule number two: [i]do not[/i]! Talk about Cougar Club. I set up my establishment at my own expense to provide a safe space for women like us. The ignored. The unloved. The invisible. Many don’t realise it, but a woman has a shelf-life, and when she expires, when she is no longer young and beautiful, society just expects her to no longer have physical desires. It’s ridiculous. Cougar Club is a place for women our age to get the attention we so crave from the few men brave enough to have us. A promiscuous older woman is looked down on by society, and a man who loves a woman regardless of her maturity is ridiculed relentlessly by his peers. Which is why our first two rules are so important. We can’t have the ‘morality police’ interfering with our fun, now can we?

“And speaking of dapper young men, this brings me to our third and final rule. My harem, my boys, are to be treated with the utmost respect. They are nobody’s property, and they are here out of love for every one of us. Every one of [i]you[/i],” she said with emphasis, pointing an elegant finger to several of the women in the room. Her gaze rounded to Ann and the obvious newcomer was fixed with a serious look. This was a message for the new women. “There will be no possessive behaviour, no jealousy and above all, no means no! No if’s, and’s or but’s.”

There were nods all around, a repeated message received loud and clear. As if in a trance, Ann felt her head bob in the affirmative. That seemed to satisfy Sara and her smile returned.

They had an understanding, she realised. A bond forged by the complications of age and desire. It was quite interesting to see such a diverse and collective embracement of their sexuality. She just wished it was under a premise that was somewhat more wholesome than dirty old women craving for a young man to fuck her in an orgy.

Like Sara had said, women had a shelf-life. A period of time when they were desirable. And after that period, when they grew up and reared a family, there was no need to be desirable. There was a need to be responsible. Matronly. Ann understood the simple way of things and gave in to that natural order. Why could none of these ladies do the same?

“Now, shall we get this party started?” Sara asked, a devilish glint in her eyes. She snapped her fingers and the curtains behind her bunched up and swept aside as if on strings.

Beyond was a dazzling and seductive scene.

Lush, thick carpet stretched out through the archway and into the chamber beyond. Fairy lights twinkled across the dark blue roof creating the illusion of a romantic starlight night. Carved pillars and sculptures, more of the erotic art from the foyer, adorned the walls which spread out wide in both directions. Exotic and sensual music wafted through the air, enveloping the room in a lustful dance.

The women fanned through the arch, and Ann’s inquisitive gaze took in the many furnishings. Several silk draped beds, semi-obscured arches along the sides of the room home to clusters of bean bags or pillows around low coffee tables, and a long bar at the far end was lined with stools and a stock of multi-coloured bottles filling the glass shelves. Some of the walls were even lushly padded, for an activity Ann couldn’t quite discern until she noticed some of the stuffing spilling out of deep gouges that looked like claw marks in the padding.

But most interesting were the occupants of this lavish common room. There, standing at attention for the perusal of the arriving women, stood Sara’s delectable harem.



2. The Harem
Ann’s cheeks burned, the red showing through her light brown fur as her eyes flitted along the lines of men. They were like a buffet of tantalising temptation, standing proudly and displaying themselves like pieces of meat at the deli-counter. They were as youthful as they were eager, as young as eighteen as far as Ann could guess, with others seemingly further into their early twenties. But each of the young men was fit and athletic, naked except for their own plain black masks.

Most interesting, and it seemed to be where everyone else’s eyes lingered too, was that each man’s cock was already out of its sheath, standing up and to erect attention for the women’s perusal. Some of them jutted up as far as their stomachs.

[i]Goddamn[/i], Ann couldn’t help think as she admired each of the meaty poles in turn, taking in their diverse sizes and shapes, each more mouthwatering than the last. She almost let herself think this would be the most interesting article she’d ever investigated, but fought for focus with a subtle shake of her head and swallowed her mouthful of saliva.

“Now, my darlings!” Sara announced as she theatrically sauntered along the front row of young men, her hips swaying seductively as she went. She had one hands outstretched, dancing her elegant fingers across each length, one after the other in sequence. Then the last in the line, the thick and lengthy flared member of a tall and muscular paint-horse, took Sara noticeably longer to feel up from furry sheath to flat, flared crown. And not because her touch was lingering or anything – it was almost twenty-four inches of cock to work with! It drooped significantly compared to the other more modest erections flanking his, its heft making it struggle to remain upright.

Sara eyed the immense erection a moment like it was her most prized possession, then lifted her ravishing gaze to her guests. “Come now, my darlings. Play.”

She beckoned her patrons enticingly, and the throng of women didn’t need telling twice.

The rapid-fire thud of high heels on the carpet rang out as many of the group darted towards their favourite boys. The large paint-horse seemed popular, three women all setting their hands on his impressive length at once, stroking him eagerly as they negotiated among themselves who would have first taste. And even under the caress of three sets of slender hands, there was more than enough cock for many more.

Other women lingered in the meantime, content to watch the opening scramble of lust.

Ann watched Sara move her way through the throng of women eagerly approaching a young man of choice and politely pleading him to please her. Pairs, trios and quartets moved off, leaving some men, not so much rejected and more so pending selection, standing in place. One seemed to take Sara’s fancy, and the lioness elegantly stalked towards an orange and white furred fox. He was a lean young man, the youngest of his peers it seemed, though Ann was reticent to call him a ‘cub’ per se. He had the vaguely defined musculature of someone just starting to work out, especially compared to the others in Sara’s harem. But what seemed to impress the woman the most, and even Ann for that matter, was the bright red erection jutting up between his legs, long enough to reach up to his own bellybutton.

Reaching out as she moved closer, she possessively grasped his cock with a sense of familiarity and seemed to whisper something. The young man’s lips moved as he spoke back to his mistress with a smile, and seemingly pleased at something, even as trivial as perhaps hearing that he was having a good day, the lioness began to stroke. Long, practiced motions that were tantalisingly slow, but firmly possessive, and the display made a few women near Ann giggle and gasp. They murmured approval at Sara’s ‘adorable’ choice.

Ann was stunned in place, holding her breath as her heart raced, watching the scene unfold before her. Her eyes couldn’t resist the magnetic pull of the lewd energy intensifying around her. It made a flock of butterflies flutter in her belly as she almost took a step closer, made a selection from the leftover men for herself. How long had it been since she indulged in her own primal desires? How long since she’d been utterly ravished?

She gulped, containing herself and blinked a few times, Sara once again focusing in her field of view. The woman was partially turned away, muttering something into the fox’s ear. His eyes were closed as he held his attentive stance, enjoying the feeling of Sara’s hand elegantly working up and down the length of his straining erection. 

She saw it pulse a moment in Sara’s grip, before the tapered tip glistened. The lioness deftly and with skill took the dab of precum in her palm and massaged it into the rest of the shaft like a lotion, until the whole thing was slippery and slick. The lubrication helped her hand glide even more smoothly, and the effect on the fox was immediate as he rocked onto the balls of his feet, hips gently thrusting into her divine grip. The room around them pulsated with the same intoxicating energy of their erotic dance, and Ann felt her own arousal mounting as she watched.

With each languid stroke, Sara’s mouth opened a little more, small sighs of pleasure escaping her lips as if the grind of his cock made her pussy tingle. Her gaze never left the member in front of her as she deftly doubled over, nose practically pressed to its tip. 

Another ripple of giggles whispered through the watching women watching the erotic spectacle. Ann looked and saw the desire in their eyes mimicked Sara’s as they all watched the twitching member in the lioness’ hand closely, marvelling its raw masculine pleasure.

A hot flush bristled Ann’s fur. The air in the room crackled with an erotic energy that threatened to smother her as all around, more lascivious acts of debauchery started to unfold in plain sight. A buxom anthro mare with cream coloured fur and a wavy light brown mane ripped off her dress in a feverish rush, revealing her full, round breasts and a maternal looking tattoo of a baby-bottle with a heart etched on her hip. She moaned loudly as a slightly shorter grey-furred Shetland with a mop of hair that covered his eyes stooped to lock her ebony nipple between his lips and suckle at the hard, sensitive flesh.

Beside them a skinny vixen that could have just as easily been the mother of the fox Sara was lovingly jerking off, had her dress gathered up to her hips, leaning against one of the padded walls and balancing on one of her heels. Her other long leg was hooked around the head of a young canine of some sort, Ann couldn’t see what kind for his muzzle was firmly wedged between the woman’s thighs as she threw her head back and cried out: “Oh, that’s [i]fantastic![/i]” with a strange emphasis.

The sounds of moans and gasps had already replaced the sultry music, a cry of ‘Yes! Yes, like that! Do it to me!’ cutting across the din and eliciting a tinkle of laughter from another group of women gathered about a curvy anthro bear. The woman’s large breasts had flopped out of her dress where she undulated back and forth flat on her back, legs spread wide and stuck straight up into the air for the muscular young man, another bear but with light blue-grey fur, thrusting his hips between her thighs.

“Becca, you sultry slut you!” one of the women teased, hands on her knees as she bent over the couple, to which the bear, ‘Becca’ had no response other than a long, orgasmic moan.

Another woman, a vixen with long silky white hair and equally pale fur that turned plush and fluffy as it reached a set of nine bushy tails whipping about behind her, was setting a near frantic pace. Her dress was gone, naked apart from her heels and mask. She squatted over a young man obscured by her cascading white hair and multiple tails, propped on her stilettos and hands, hips rising and falling smoothly to take every inch of the engorged cock to the roots again and again.

Not far from the hungry display of a MILFy, multi-tailed vixen roughly riding her boy was a skinny, blue furred cat. Every bit of clothing bar her mask was missing and she stood on the tips of her toes, squished up against a padded wall into which she raked her sharp nails, tearing through the fabric. The young man standing behind her was quite a bit bigger than she, a muscular anthropomorphic wolf who had to squat a little to line up his glistening slippery erection into which the blue cat had massaged lube earlier. The thick member slipped between the slim cheeks of her ass as her blue tail coiled across his back, contrasting against his black fur while she drew him into the tight forbidden hole. If it hurt, she didn’t let on, instead squealing with pleasure and pleading for her wolfy partner to put more inside her.

The hidden sanctuary was alive with hedonistic pleasure and uninhibited desire, as few it seemed had Sara’s level of patience. With every sigh, gasp and moan, the room filled with the scent of lust, intoxicating Ann’s senses as she took in the writhing bodies around her.

But with such a feast for the senses all around, Ann felt her gaze drawn back to Sara, the elegant and confident lady relishing in how she pleasured her young man.

With her free hand Sara reached up and pulled open the plunging neckline of her dress, revealing her ample breasts from beneath. The room seemed to pause a moment and Ann could feel the jealousy thick in the air; several women watching the firm gravity defying tits with envy. Her ebony nipples stood erect and hard as diamonds, though Ann was uncertain if it was because of the cock sliding between her fingers, or the attention from her peers that truly aroused the woman.

Ann couldn’t tear her eyes away, her only movement a gentle back and forth sway of her dilated pupils as she watched the gold furred hand glide across the angry red flesh growing tenser with immanent release.

She must have felt something, because Sara’s hand quickened. Ann struggled to keep her fingers drifting into the aroused warmth between her legs. 

The young fox’s body suddenly tensed and his hips thrust forward as he released into Sara’s waiting hand. her grip moved down to his furry balls and massaged firmly, squeezing every drop out through his violently spasming cock.

A collective gasp rose from the gathered women, and Ann couldn’t help join in. She was watching with rapt attention, bearing witness to the young man’s orgasm as if it were some divine miracle. His body shivered with such delightf, his face a mask of orgasmic pleasure, cock rising and falling with every spasmic release of his sperm. 

Ann almost choked on the strong musk of masculine release that filled the air and left her senses hazy. The thick ropes of white seed shot In a high arc, missing Sara’s face by millimetres, before Ann heard the virile strands splatter heavily onto the carpet at Sara’s feet.

Then, almost like nothing had happened, Sara straightened, quietly thanked the young man and licked her fingertips as she walked elegantly towards her group of dispersing spectators.

In her place, two other women squatted seductively either side of the boy, catching his drooping erection in their hands and massaged him lovingly into their hungry mouths.

Ann realised she was rooted in place, staring as Sara’s red eyes filled her view.

“Something the matter, dear?” she asked kindly, not bothering to cover her breasts again. She let them hang between them, firm and natural, and all the more beautiful for it. “You look a little flushed.”

Her cheeks felt hot with embarrassment as she filled her lungs and tried to compose herself. “No, I’m fine. Just… wow.”

Sara lips curved up into a knowing smile. “Yes, i know it can be a lot to take in at first. Bit of a frenzy there at the beginning. But there’s no need to be shy about what you’re feeling right now. This is a safe place where we can all explore our suppressed desires without judgement.” She placed a comforting hand on Ann’s shoulder and squeezed.

“Why don’t we find you a lovely young man to play with? I think you’ll find the company of my sweet boys very relaxing.”

Ann cleared her throat at that, rubbing her arm uncomfortably. It wasn’t an act. All of that hot-shot undercover journalist had drained away the moment she’d been assailed with the delights of age-indifferent pleasure.

“I… I don’t know. I don’t think…”

“Or perhaps you’d prefer a lovely lady?” Sara mused. “It’s quite alright. We all have our preferences.”

She guided Ann’s attention to a nearby scene of a club patron down on her knees, using her mouth to pleasure one of the other ladies. It was the plush nine-tailed vixen, clearly having had her fill of her first boy and was now enthusiastically feasting on the pussy of a plump, mature white-furred goat. The older woman flexed against the wall to which she was pinned, very vocal and receptive to the stimulation despite her age.

While Ann wasn’t into girls per-se, she did recognise how sexy and attractive Cougar Club’s patrons were, especially when so glamorously dressed up and loosed of their inhibitions. And Ann would by lying if she said she didn’t want what the goat was having… or mimic what the vixen was giving for that matter,

The woman on her knees suddenly withdrew her muzzle with a smack, running her tongue across her lips as she replaced it with a probing finger. One digit entered the moaning goat, joined quickly by a second before she started vigorously rubbing the sensitive spot in the older woman’s canal. Her cry cut through the chamber a moment and she almost buckled onto the vixen as she squirted all over the skilled fingers and down the enthusiastic woman’s forearm.

“I know they’d be happy to let you join them,” Sara suggested, reading Ann’s interest.

“I… n-no, no, I’m alright. It’s not that… well… I’m just not sure…” She bit her lip, still watching out the corner of her eye as the vixen rose to the relieved goat and the two women shared a sweet looking kiss. Then, arm in arm they moved to one of the beds, beckoning a pair of unattended young men to join them. 

Sara watched her patiently, head cocked slightly as Ann found her words.

“I, uhm… I’m just not sure this is for me. All of this… I-I have a boyfriend. And I was taught, y’know, that you should only…” she trailed off, chewing her tongue uncertainly.

There was only understanding in Sara’s small ‘ah.’ Her warmth didn’t drain one iota. “It’s alright, my sweet. You don’t have to do anything you’re currently uncomfortable with. If you want to just watch, and learn, that’s perfectly fine. Why don’t you look around? Enjoy a drink. Speak with some of my patrons. Be sure to speak with some of my boys too.” She leaned closer and added in a more seductive purr, “I’m certain the experience will be very… educational.”



3. Pearl
A new rhythm took over the room, slower and more relaxed than those frantic opening minutes. The sounds of passion lowered, and the sweet scent of arousal thinned as the women sated their initial lust, only to make time for the slow, languid enjoyment that followed. But it was still there, palpable, nagging at the back of Ann’s mind, dogging her every step as she crossed the room in search of interviewees.

Some of the women lay back and let themselves be serviced by multiple mouths all at once. Others enjoyed relaxing massages, or low murmured conversations while wrapped in a loving embrace.

Ann did well to keep her head clear and focused though, despite all the temptation threatening to tug her astray. She had a mission to complete and wasn’t about to let a newfound carnal desire nagging deep in her panties to derail her. Every look around the room reminded her of the dirty secrets Cougar Club held under the noses of civil society, secrets that she would hang out to dry in a scalding expose of these debauched women.

With Sara’s blessing, Ann would be able to move about the patrons and ask questions without drawing any suspicious attention to herself. And as she searched, she found herself inexplicably drawn to a woman she knew used the alias ‘Pearl’ – a woman exuding a confident and assertive energy even from across the room.

Ann first noticed Pearl in the foyer, shortly after her own arrival. Aside from her outfit, the round-nosed canine’s bodacious and wifely figure was matched by an equally loud hairstyle. A distinct reddish-brown perm poofed into what could have been a beehive, except split down the middle to form two flanking wings of up-swept hair that almost resembled the shape of her masquerade mask.

Her trench-coat had hidden much of the hip-heavy woman’s outfit, except for her mask and the leather stiletto boots she wore. Once safely in the club’s headquarters though, she’d brazenly thrown open the long coat revealing the leather sheath covering her body from her elegant neck down to her slender fingers and toes. The outfit was covered in buckles and clasps that seemed more for fashion than function, and was thin enough that her hard nipples formed visible bumps through the material. An oval boob-window revealed her plump, inviting cleavage, and there was no crotch, revealing the woman’s fuzzy snatch between thick thighs that met neatly in the middle.

Her mask followed the same sort of BDSM theme her outfit was going for. It was decorated with black feathers and flimsy lace, with lengths of delicate silver chain that glistened in the low light.

She looked every bit the dominatrix, and acted it too. When Ann walked over, Pearl was an empress upon her throne. The boy sitting underneath her was a tall and muscular horse with chestnut brown fur and a tightly clipped blonde mane of hair, but even his ripped bulk was completely lost under Pearl’s birthing hips. Pearl sat in his lap, facing away and with her legs elegantly crossed. Her hands sank into the chair’s arm-rests to give her the right leverage to slowly rise, then fall sharply back into the young man’s lap with a slap of wet leather against fur.

The horse’s cock, hidden somewhere under those thighs was clearly disappearing into one of Pearl’s holes, given how she cooed and her whole expression fluttered with pleasure every time she settled back down.

“Ahnf~! Fuck, yes! Just like that, baby,” Pearl growled, her voice an alluring mix of seduction and predatory dominance. She rose again slowly, only to let herself back down on his cock with a shudder that ran up her spine and seemed to linger in her shrugged shoulders.

Her head turned between the flutter of her eyes and she caught Ann’s gaze. With the slightest tilt of her head, Pearl gestured a nearby chair pulled up beside hers.

Ann obliged, her heart pounding in her chest as she sank into the plush velvet, wriggling side-to-side slightly as she consciously tugged the unfamiliar short skirt down her thighs. Crossing her legs, she managed a convincing grin. She was close enough to the dominatrix and her young lover that that their knees almost brushed together as Pearl moved with deliberate sensuality.

“Enjoying the show?” Pearl asked, her voice low and sultry.

Ann nodded, unable to tear her gaze from the scene. “It’s… you’re very good at this.”

Pearl smiled. “Not as good as you might think. Troy here is a darling and an ultimate gentleman.” She shivered and glanced over her shoulder at the young man. “No matter what I do to him, he just will not cum for me.”

“Just obeying your orders, mistress,” Troy said, his voice slightly strained as he seemed to be holding himself off the cusp of orgasm as Pearl worked. Her hips jerked back and forth, griding her ass in his lap and Troy had to suck in a breath, eyes shut blissfully as he concentrated on something other than the woman milking his cock with her pussy.

“Good boy,” Pearl sighed, satisfied her boy-toy was obeying well enough, then looked back at Ann. “At this rate I’ll be done in just a minute. Then maybe you can make him disobey? I’ve been looking forward to punishing dear Troy for a month now.”

It was a tantalising offer. The way Pearl rose quite high off the horse’s lap indicated Troy had quite a length of cock that somehow fitted inside the woman so effortlessly. But Ann held her composure, and focused her curiosity on other things.

“A-actually, I was just taking some time to get to know everyone. I’m Ankhe, by the way.”

“Pearl,” the other woman introduced, reaching out and elegantly taking Ann’s hand. 

She didn’t pause her riding motions, but she did slow to an erotic gyrating so that she remained somewhat eye level with the cat. Only then did Ann notice how Troy seemed to be bound. His arms were twisted behind the chair, and all escape was foiled by a pair of fluffy handcuffs. 

Poor boy.

Pearl continued evenly. “You know, it’s not every day we get a new face around here. I’m happy to chat, but I hope you don’t mind if I multi-task. I’ve had a dry period for some time now, and I want to savour every delicious moment I have here.”

“Of course. It’s fine,” Ann said quickly as her brain switched into reporter mode. She was already cataloguing knowledge, analysing Pearl from head to toe and mentally recording everything she said. “You make it sound like the club doesn’t often get together like this. How does it normally work?”

Ann bit her tongue as soon as she said it. But if Pearl noticed the sudden flip into confident questioning, she didn’t let it on.

“Large gatherings like this are only every two months or so. But Sara hosts small get-togethers at least twice a month. But those have to be booked in advance because she has less boys from the harem available. And slots fill up quickly, don’t they, Troy darling?” Pearl clenched and swirled her hips in a slow circle, eliciting a moan from the horse. “But these large meetings are open to all members without pre-booking. I can usually only make time for these.”

“Busy home life then?” Ann asked.

Pearl shrugged casually. “Not really. I’m a simple suburban gal. Your average housewife. My son is in college and my husband is a fat slob who hasn’t seen his own dick in years.” She rolled her eyes at that, but there was a glimmer of a smirk on her lips. “He’s sweet really, but he doesn’t provide me with [i]everything[/i] I really [i]need[/i], y’know?”

“Oh…” Ann was quiet a moment, her eyes following Pearl as she started to rock back and forth in Troy’s lap. “And, uh… how did you come by Cougar Club?”

She smiled fondly, thinking back. “Oh, it was just when my boy was starting college. I’d had a dry couple of years, it was hot that week and my favourite vibrator had just kicked the bucket. I was in a bikini at the poolside, all pent up. And my son’s best friend was over, cleaning the pool for a few bucks so he could save up for something. I forgot what, a new skateboard or something. When I just needed some more lotion on my back, he happily helped me out. But then…” 

Pearl bit her bottom lip and her eyes rolled with delight, but it was uncertain if it was the memory or Troy’s doing. Perhaps both. 

“He was massaging me so nicely. And then I felt it. His erection against my thigh. He was super embarrassed of course, but even as he was apologising, I was so caught up in the way he was looking at me. He looked me over like I was twenty years younger, the same way my husband looked at me when we first met. Well, I just lost it, grabbed his cock and started jerking him off. It didn’t take much to make him cum in his shorts, right there. And as I took him inside to play some more, I was introduced to the vitality of youth, because it didn’t take much to get him up again. We fucked for [i]hours[/i] that evening. He came in my pussy, my mouth, my breasts, and eventually in my ass. Nobody ever did that with me before. But with him, it was simply divine. I’ve been addicted to young cock ever since. There’s just nothing like it, you know?”

Pearl had been speaking so candidly, so plainly recounting the filthy experience that she only paused for the odd moan or sigh as Troy’s erection prodded her just right.

Ann in the meantime clenched her teeth through burning cheeks. She didn’t know, as Pearl put it, but at the same time feigned understanding with a nod. But inside she boiled. Pearl’s casual disregard for her husband’s feelings grated on Ann’s nerves. But some aspects of her story did hit a little closer to home than she expected. 

Ann had a boyfriend, she hadn’t lied to Sara about that. But as faithful as she was to him, some of what Pearl intoned resonated with her. They weren’t an old couple, but her boyfriend hadn’t really paid attention to Ann in the bedroom as often as she may like. They were close, of course. But things weren’t as passionate as they had been years ago… certainly not to the level the members of Cougar Club were enjoying right before Ann’s eyes.

And speaking of right before her eyes, Ann had to bite her bottom lip hard as she watched Pearl uncross her legs and rest back against her living pillow, thighs now open to reveal the girthy horse-cock stretching out her hairy labia. Glistening pink flesh was drawn out slightly as Troy began rolling his hips under her, churning his impressive length into Pearl’s depths. One of the woman’s hands rested over her belly button, fingers digging into the MILFy trimmings she’d never quite shed.

By the way Pearl’s lips hung agape in a silent scream, it seemed Troy was prodding her quite deep.

“Mistress,” Troy groaned in a way that was almost a pleading whimper. “Mistress, I’m going to disobey.” His voice was thick with pleasure as he started bucking uncontrollably against Pearl’s firm curves.

Ann perked up suddenly, watching the thick member grinding in Pearl’s pussy with interest. The scene unfolding in front of the journalist was impossible to look away from, and Ann couldn’t help feel a tingle of jealousy. She’d never seen erections as big as those on the horses in Sara’s harem, never in real life anyway. Just a few porn clips she’d seen in the past as part of article research. And as she watched Troy move erratically closer to orgasm, she wanted to see how the thick member would pulse and tremble with pleasure as it released deep into Pearl’s womb.

With morbid fascination she watched as his balls rose, tightening against his groin in preparedness, thighs clenching and wrists pulling at his restraints in futility.

“No!” Pearl commanded with a confident and authoritative clip to her voice. “Don’t cum! Don’t you dare. You will hold it in, you naughty boy!”

Troy whimpered weakly despite his muscular stature that no doubt towered over both Pearl and Ann. “I… I can’t! I’m sorry, mistress… it’s coming. I’m…!” He trailed off with a gasp as Pearl reached down, grasping his balls and squeezing gently.

“No,” she reiterated, her voice stern. “Not until I say so. No cumming for you-…”

It was already too late. Troy let out a guttural cry, his hips bucking wildly forward until only a small sliver of his dark horseflesh was visible under her stretched pussy, pulsing hard as he spilled deep into Pearl’s womb. The older woman’s eyes widened in surprise and she let out a growl of frustration.

“Nooo,” she breathed disingenuously as she lounged back onto Troy’s heaving chest. Several spurts of his seed broke the tight seal her pussy formed around his thick shaft and dribbled down his balls. “You naughty boy. You’ve put your warm, icky seed inside me. I feel it sloshing against my womb, so deep in my belly.” She trembled with delight despite the disappointment dripping from her voice. “I hope you’re ready for the consequences.”

Troy nodded meekly, his face flushed with embarrassment and pleasure. And there was a small glimmer of a knowing smile on his lips. “Yes, mistress.”

Pearl stood, slick with Troy’s release. There was an audible spurt, and his cum bubbled from her pussy before running down her leather-sheathed thigh. The canid took a moment to stretch, then turned on the horse, doubling over him menacingly. With one final glance in Ann’s direction she added with a smirk: “I hope you don’t mind cutting our talk short, Ankhe. But as you can see this naughty little beast needs to be punished. My husband doesn’t buy me the Cougar Club gold membership to be let down like this.”

Ann had already started to rise, a little wobbly on her high heels as she felt desire prickle in her own pussy. Watching that thick, overflowing creampie of potent smelling seed bubbling down Pearl’s leg had started to leak arousal into Ann’s panties. But that final comment about Pearl’s husband paying for her membership, thus letting her come out and cheat on him like this, threw Ann completely for a loop.

“Of course not. I’d best get on and meet the others,” Ann said almost drunkenly, struggling and failing to keep the confused and horny quaver from her voice. 

With that she quickly turned and hurried away to leave Troy to his punishment…

Which apparently began with Pearl taking his member, slick with a cocktail of their juices, into her mouth and sliding it lovingly down her throat with a thick, wet gulp.



4. Tabitha
Still reeling from the revelation that Pearl’s husband willingly let his wife come to this den of sin, and even paid for it, Ann made her way to a quieter corner of the room. She needed a place to reflect, catalogue what she’d learned and drown the nagging arousal with some clean, rational thought. But no matter where she went, the moans of delight and wet noises of sex followed her everywhere.

At least in one corner, an area decorated with sweeping silk drapes and littered with plush cushions around a low table, the lewd noises of the orgy where somewhat muted. And in that alcove, Ann found Tabitha nestled among the plush red pillows and a trio of young men she regaled with her tender caresses.

Ann had met the older woman goat in the foyer for small-talk, and had witnessed her brief girl-on-girl interaction with the nine-tailed vixen during the opening proceedings. But now, having discarded her robe entirely, she seemed less of a demure, matronly woman in her late forties, and more a goddess of erotic comforts.

Her scant lingerie was bright red and clashed with her marble white fur, clinging to her soft, motherly curves but leaving nothing to the imagination. The crotch of her panties lay open revealing a damp, puffy labia within. The bra only served to hold up her pillowy breasts, revealing her large and erect pink nipples. And the palpable kindness in her features seemed to wind the clocks back a decade; though as motherly as she seemed there was a sparkle of wicked energy in her blue eyes, indicating she was anything but timid.

Tabitha’s motherly nature was striking from her round breasts to her lush hips, reasonably trim but soft and huggable mid-riff, and to the young men she cradled as if they were her own children.

“Hello, darling,” she greeted pleasantly as Ann approached. “Will you come relax with us? Todd here may be ready to pleasure you soon.” Then in a small voice she spoke down to the young fox in her arm, “If that’s what he wants, of course. But I see no reason he wouldn’t want to spend time with such a sexy lady as yourself.”

Ann blushed at the compliment and sank into the pillows opposite the goat and the boys that were well and truly hers. Tabitha lay on her side, revealing all the soft curves of her maternal figure. And laying in front of her in her arms was a familiar fox, the same Sara had jerked off earlier. He had one of the woman’s nipples in his mouth, licking and suckling on the hard pink flesh as if she were nursing him while Tabitha’s slender hand worked up and down his over-worked cock with deft strokes.

“Poor darling,” Tabitha cooed down at Todd as she pleasured him. “Some of the women are so enthusiastic when the festivities begin, they barely give these sweet boys a moment to breathe. But Todd here is a brave, strong boy, isn’t he?” Lifting her gaze to Ann, Tabitha smiled with a sincerity that was impossible to fake. “They’re all delightful boys, but they do need some quiet time.”

As she said it, Tabitha stretched out one leg to where another man lay on his back, the large wolf’s cock lay tiredly across his abs and his knot was still stubbornly swollen from his last release. Tabitha’s hosiery sheathed foot slid up along the slippery, creamy member with a slow and loving back and forth motion partially meant to pleasure, but mostly meant to comfort.

The wolf sipped from a water bottle between deep breaths, blissfully shutting his eyes and letting Tabitha’s foot lovingly stroke life back into his cock.

As she was doing this she lifted her gaze to a brown furred goat like her kneeling behind her. He crouched over her as she nuzzled his balls for a moment, then parted her lips, taking his length into her mouth for a brief suckle.

“Not right now, my child. Mommy needs her mouth to talk with her new friend.” Tabitha nodded to the space behind her. “Why don’t you lay behind me and slide that delicious thing between mommy’s thighs. Wouldn’t that feel nice?”

The younger goat nodded vigorously and did as he was asked, his considerable length slighting into the snug crease between her furry thighs until the tip popped into view just below Tabitha’s pussy.

It seemed ironic to Ann that Tabitha seemed more concerned for the pleasure of the boys attending her, rather than the other way around. which was what she believed Cougar Club was all about. Dirty old women [i]taking[/i] pleasure they felt they deserved from these poor youngsters.

“Mommy’s right here,” Tabitha cooed, reaching a hand down to guide his length more firmly against the folds of her wet pussy. “There. Isn’t that better, darling?”

As busy as she was, the wolf’s erection grew under her sole, the goat’s thrusting firmly against her silky slit; Ann watched in awe as Todd arched his back off the cushions and thrust into Tabitha’s divine grip. It was a clear sign the woman knew exactly what her young lovers liked. She moaned softly as she felt them, cooing quiet words of encouragement as she worked.

“You’re very loving,” Ann murmured, unable to hide the awe in her voice.

She was captivated by the tenderness, a complete juxtaposition to how she’d seen the young men treated by other patrons of Cougar Club so far. And she felt a twinge of jealousy. Her own life had been a stark contrast to what Tabitha gave her boys, filled with deadlines and obligations of her career. Even now, instead of stopping to take in the sweet details of pleasure that swirled around her, Ann found her mind constantly drifting to the scoop, to the article she was going to write exposing this degenerate place.

Tabitha caught Ann’s gaze, her eyes soft with understanding. “Sometimes we need to take care of others before ourselves, dear,” she said, smiling gently before turning back down to Todd. Her nipple had fallen form his mouth and with his eyes closed, he seemed entirely focused on the ministrations of her hand across his now full erection. Tabitha stooped and gave him a long kiss on the forehead before slowly releasing his cock, letting the young fox catch his breath.

“You must have a family of your own” Ann stated with all the subtlety of a brick to the face. She was so entranced by the way Todd’s cock throbbed, a small trickle of shimmering precum running down the underside of the red rocket, she could barely think. The cat felt like she was being teased with a laser-pointer, her wide eyes jerking to follow the subtle motions of the pulsating erection.

“You think so?” Tabitha chuckled. “No, I don’t have children of my own. And I never married.”

Ann tensed ever so slightly. That was a lie, the first Tabitha had told. Though it was subtle, something only Ann’s sixth sense for journalism could pick up on. Indeed there were no major tells to her family life, no subtle line or fidgeting with her ring finger that indicated she’d recently removed a ring. So perhaps the ‘never married’ statement was true. 

But Tabitha was far too maternal to be a childless forty-something spinster. Ann knew, because she knew the type among her own circle of friends. A fate she had been rapidly heading towards herself with little to no course correction. A fate she’d largely resigned herself to. There would be no saving her from it now, even with her current boyfriend… [i]especially[/i] her current boyfriend.

Ann’s eyes drifted over the virile young men. She realised she’d gone so long without male attention, she’d forgotten what a virile totem of masculinity even looked like. But there it was, bobbing in the air right in front of her, bursting at the edge of releasing its potent seed… begging for her to just reach out and envelop it in her curious touch.

“Are you alright, Ankhe? You seem tense,” Tabitha said. Then to Todd she added, “My child you seem ready again. Why don’t you see if dear Ankhe needs something?”

Before Ann could protest, Todd had nodded and crawled around the table, diligently kneeling before her, almost submissively. The fox had a handsome smile, and while not the largest or most muscular of his peers, he was very easy on the eyes. His erection wasn’t so intimidatingly big either, more than enough to fit in both Ann’s slender hands, but not as immense as Troy or the wolf under Tabitha’s foot. It was the kind of modest girth that would fit with relative ease if Ann spread her legs and gave him the nod.

That’s all it would take too. She could just lay back and tell him. He’d peel her panties off her sodden quim, down her long legs and he’d take her there and then like the loyal boy-whore he was. He would pleasure her, right there in her extravagant costume, high heels and all, until she was a quivering, moaning wreck.

It was so wrong… but deep down inside she wanted it.

“I… no, I’m sorry. I can’t… you’re so young and I’m… well, I’m…  I couldn’t make you do something you don’t want to,” Ann finally reasoned, trying to sound resolute. But her heart melted when Todd offered an adorable head-cock. He could not have been more than eighteen years old, and given she was a little over thirty five he was literally half her age.

The taboo of it made the wet spot in her panties spread even wider.

Reaching forward, Todd delicately placed a hand on her bare leg. Not very high up her thigh, but not so far down to her knee that it felt like a platonic touch either. He smiled warmly. “You can’t make me do anything I don’t want to, Miss Ankhe. Those are the rules. We all have our limits, but I can’t tell you where mine are if you don’t tell me what you want me to do.”

“But… but you’re being paid to be here. Paid to pleasure these women,” Ann blurted out, feeling her undercover persona getting jerked away like a blanket.

Todd shook his head. “Miss Sara compensates us for our time, but we’re not a bunch of downtrodden and desperate guys without a choice. We’re here because we want to be. Honestly, in my opinion, what guy wouldn’t want to be here? To see to the desires of a beautiful woman?”

His hand slid a little higher through the soft fur on her inner thigh, then held there, testing how comfortable she was. Then he added: “Just tell me what you want, Miss Ankhe. If it’s to leave you alone, I can do that too.”

Almost as if to make his point, his hand began to drift back down, the pressure of his touch waning.

Ann darted like a viper. Her hand caught him by the wrist, keeping his touch firmly planted on her thigh. Her breath was short and hot. Her teeth bit down so hard on her bottom lip she feared she might draw blood.

“Keep calling me that,” Ann finally breathed.

“Of course, Miss Ankhe,” Todd’s hand moved up her inner thigh, and the way she pulled him in close was consent enough to press his fingers against the damp silk of her panties. “And what would you like me to do for you, Miss Ankhe?”

Ann bristled every time he called her that. It made the age gap widen into a chasm, making her feel like a librarian helping a young reader find a book hidden in the back of the library; or better still, a teacher tutoring a student in a very extra-curricular subject.

“I want…” the feline whispered thoughtfully as trepidation melted away into curiosity. “I want to make you cum.”

Todd nodded like the unusual request was a regular one. “I’ll let you do that. How would you like to-… oh!”

He chuckled as Ann sprang suddenly like a cat pouncing on her prey. Kneeling beside him, her slim body pressed up against his, her hands moved on their own accord. One sank her nails into his hip, while the other reached down, wrapping around his length. His heat burned into her palm and the rigid flesh barely yielded where she squeezed experimentally. 

It felt bigger than it looked. It felt hotter and harder than any cock she’d ever held too, which admittedly had not been many. She wondered if the thought resembled reality, or was she drunk on the taboo of stroking off a younger man?

It didn’t matter. Her fingers looked surprisingly natural around his length as she began to stroke, her grip tight enough to squeeze a bead of precum from the tip. A satisfied grunt rose from Todd as she worked him, his own hand sliding down her bare back, then over the silk cocktail dress where he squeezed her tight bottom appreciatively. 

“That feels so good, Miss Ankhe. You’re really good at this… well, of course you would be. A beautiful woman like you probably has lots of experience with men.”

Ann felt her heart flutter as she stroked the erection faster with excitement. “Keep doing that. Tell me how beautiful I am,” she moaned needily.

“You’re gorgeous. I noticed you the moment you walked in. I was disappointed you didn’t come over to me right away though. I’ve been thinking about you all night, Miss Ankhe, hoping… praying I would get a chance to be close to you like this.”

All of Ann’s journalistic skill faded away in that heated moment. Her internal lie detector was gone, and she couldn’t tell if Todd was telling the truth or sweet lies to keep her engaged… but that hardly mattered because she liked what she was hearing. She liked it a lot.

Her face disappeared into the crook of his neck, breathing his masculine musk in deeply. “But I’m thirty-five. I’m too old for you…”

“And yet look at you,” Todd moaned, wrapping his arms tighter around her. His free hand moved up to her breast and squeezed a nipple through her dress, making Ann whimper with delight. “You’re far more gorgeous than any girl my age. So glamorous, well-spoken and sexy. Your breasts and ass are perfect. And your legs. They’re my favourite. I’d love to just lay you down and worship them.”

“And what else?” Ann begged as her grip on his cock tightened, the feverish frequency of her strokes increasing.

Todd groaned in response. “I want to start at your feet. Kiss my way up along your legs and feel every firm inch of them until my tongue reaches right where your thighs meet.”

Ann whimpered. The thought of Todd’s mouth on her sensitive inner thigh sent a shiver down her spine. She could already imagine the feeling of his muzzle probing against the soft flesh, his tongue tracing a hot path up along her dripping wet pussy.

“And then?” she asked breathlessly. She wanted more. More detail. More filthy words. More promises of what he would do to her, what he would make her feel.

He chuckled, the deep low sound making Ann’s entire body tingle.

“Then I’d lick you. I’d lick you until your muscles quiver under my touch. Lick you until your soft inner flesh is leaking with free flowing desire, and I won’t stop my feast until you’re wild and feral before finally—”

He broke off, gasping as Ann’s hand moved faster on his cock, the slick sound of her grip echoing through the quiet alcove. She was so lost in the filthy images Todd put in her head, she didn’t even hear the murmur approval from Tabitha as she watched from where she lounged.

Todd gasped with finality, and with her mouth wide open in a mixture pleasure and shock, Ann felt him thrust into her grip, his knot swelling firmly against her pinkie-finger.

“That’s it,” she whispered with deep need. “Cum. Cum for me please. I want to see it.”

Her wish was his command, and not a second later she felt his length vibrate with release. His seed pulsed through the shaft as she relaxed her grip a little, letting the churning seed pass between her fingers before it exploded from the tip. The arcs of pearly white semen shot almost a foot into the air before they splattered thickly all over the cushions Ann had been sitting on earlier.

“Miss Ankhe, that was amazing,” he whispered between long panting breaths. His eyes till hadn’t opened and he seemed to bask in the warmth of her hand lingering around his softening cock. “[i]You[/i] are amazing.”

Ann preened. But then all at once it hit her. She realised what had come over her, the decadence and degeneracy of it. She curled inward, her lust quickly fading into the background noise as she stared at the glistening stains all over the cushions.

[i]Oh, God… what did I just do?[/i]

“Thank you,” she murmured mindlessly to Todd’s praise. It hadn’t been his fault that she lost control. He’d simply done as she’d asked. She’d been the one who demanded to molest the poor young man.

Ann quickly rose and nodded to Tabitha before swiftly striding away, her head low as if her mortification were a physical entity dogging her ever step. Her cheeks were red with embarrassment and her legs wobbled under her. Both from the shame…

And a deep need for something more…



5. Nikki
Slipping into the dimly lit restroom, Ann rushed to the nearest stall and locked the door behind her. She leaned against the cool divider wall and took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. The intensity of what she’d just done had left her utterly shaken – and more turned on than she’d ever been before.

Her mind racing with a thousand chaotic thoughts, Ann couldn’t help but remember the feeling of Todd’s cock in her hand. She looked down at her fingers, having held her hand out in front of her like it was covered in acid the entire way to the toilet. Her digits glistened with the precum salve that had lubricated her motions over the fox’s erection.

Ann brought her trembling hand up to her face and licked her fingers, hesitant at first. What the hell was she doing? What was wrong with her? Why would she even…?

The tip of her rough feline tongue touched her index finger, and she rolled her eyes with the explosion of Todd’s salty tang across her tastebuds. With almost no more hesitation she began licking along her digits, turning from a timid housecat into a ravenous mountain lion as she began lapping at her palm and sucking her fingers between her lips.

A moan escaped Ann as she savoured his taste. The room span and she lost herself in a little world of private pleasure. She wanted more – [i]needed[/i] more.

A toilet several stalls down flushed and the door clattered open. Ann fell immediately still, eyes wide and triangular ears flicking with the click of high heels across the restroom tiles. Rushing water was followed shortly by the blow dryer, then the woman’s heels clicked back across the restroom and the door banged shut as she left.

Ann released the breath she’d been holding. Then she flushed the toilet in her stall, to keep up the guise of her visit in case of other occupants. She washed her hands hurriedly on the way out, drying her drying them down her dress and straightening the ruffles in her outfit at once as she left.

But back in the main room there was little relief. She felt a shiver coil up her spine as she was brought back into the midst of the slow orgy of older women pleasing themselves with juicy young cocks. Her eyes fluttered and she had to fight for control, or she’d run straight back to Todd and ask for more.

Pausing at the threshold she considered maybe bailing. But never in her journalistic career had she ever backed out of a story. Then again, she’d never been this confused and horny at the same time before either. Perhaps it was time to embrace new things.

But as she took in the fresh sights and sounds filling the room, she wasn’t quite sure if the new thing was bailing on a story for the first time, or welcoming a thick cock attached to a handsome younger man into her body.

She spotted Pearl standing over a new young man, one heel propped up in the seat of a chair as she held him by a handful of his hair, firmly placing his mouth against her quim. Over in the corner Tabitha was knelt demurely under two tired but happy looking boys, both her hands working over each erection independently. And despite their exhaustion, they happily ejaculated at the same time, decorating Tabitha’s face and bountiful cleavage with their seed.

Sara sat like a queen at the very end of the room where she could see everything. Her dress was still open, revealing her perfect breasts as she crossed her long, bare legs. Beside her was the particularly hung paint-horse, and as Sara balanced a drink in one hand her other rubbed his hefty erection with slow, languid strokes. She divided her attention between drinking in the sight of her ladies enjoying her handsome harem, and would from time to time turn her head to lavish the almost two feet length of thick meat with licks and kisses.

Ann’s ankle buckled as her right leg trembled in time with the prickles of desire sparkling in her quim. Sara handled the young man with such confident dominance. That erection alone looked heavy enough to knock the lioness out cold in one swing, but she held the fleshy cudgel so casually, pleasured it so sweetly, taking delight in its presence. Ann hadn’t seen anything like it before, and it left her with pangs of desire deep in her core to try it out for herself.

Her eyes wandered into the room towards the other women enjoying their intimate encounters. And nearby she noticed a gathering near a bed in the centre of the room. Curiosity piqued, Ann made her way through the throng of half-naked bodies, her heart knocking loudly against her ribs with every step.

Laying on the bed she saw a petite woman, basking in the attention of her fascinated audience as well as three young men. She was a feline just like Ann, but smaller, skinnier with slim hips and small but perky breasts and an unusual light blue coat of fur. 

She was on her back, completely vulnerable to the man laying under her with his cock slipping up between her tight ass cheeks and into her back door. In fact, she welcomed the entry, keeping her tail coiled around his thigh as if forbidding him to stop his rhythmic hip motions that plunged his cock deep into her ass.

Another young man settled on his knees between her thighs, sliding his erection into her sopping pussy and prodding a noticeable bulge up through her flat belly with every deep drive.

A third positioned by her head, which was tipped back so he could slide into her mouth, then down into her bulging throat that stretched out the lace choker the blue-furred cat wore. She was otherwise naked, apart from her torn stockings and a single high heeled shoe that dangled from her toes, and seemed about ready to join the other on the floor where it rested in a rather large puddle of cum that had amalgamated beside the bed.

The sight of the blue cat’s raw sexuality was intoxicating, and Ann couldn’t help feel her own arousal building as she watched with open mouthed awe. She’d never seen anything like it. The woman’s moans gargled around the cock pleasuring itself in her gullet. And yet she took it gracefully, effortlessly, delighting as the three sets of hips pounded her holes with unrestrained fervour.

The three young men seemed to be using her body for their own pleasure… until Ann saw the look of unrestrained desire in the feline’s hooded eyes. Those eyes shone with sheer, unfettered ecstasy. And somehow a need for more.

“Who is that?” Ann asked nobody in particular.

A woman sidled up beside Ann and she felt the squish of a soft breast against the bare fur on her arm. The woman sipped from a champagne flute, leaving an enticing red smear on the rim of the glass.

“That’s Nikki,” a low and seductive voice answered. “Long time patron and quite the cock-hungry slut. She always puts on an interesting show.”

‘Interesting’ was a word for it. Ann was so enticed, she didn’t recoil as the woman beside her seemed to press in even closer and took a whiff of leftover perfume that rose from her neck.

Nikki’s body moved in perfect harmony with each man, a symphony of moans, gasps and strained gargles accompanying every thrust and grind. It was like watching a living, breathing piece of art. Considering of course Nikki could still breathe with all that cock in her throat, but the woman seemed to be making do somehow.

Ann’s body responded to the erotic scene with an uncontrollable flutter of her heart and a strange warmth ruffling through her fur. She could feel the wetness pooling in her panties, a testament to her growing arousal. Her fingers twitched at her sides, yearning to reach down and touch herself right then and there. Someone beat her to the punch, but only barely.

She reached over and her fingers brushed across soft furred knuckles as a slender set of digits moved up her inner thigh. Ann’s breath hitched and she looked up, noticing the woman beside her was the nameless nine-tailed fox with long voluminous hair and a permanent gaze of hooded seduction.

“May I?” was all she asked, and Ann couldn’t hold back.

She nodded.

The vixen’s fingers moved higher up the cat’s leg, up under hr skirt and snaked into Ann’s panties. her eyes fluttered with delight as she looked back to watch Nikki work.

“Oh, fuck,” Ann cursed as the woman’s fingers located her wetness and began to explore the needy folds. Her hips thrust involuntary into the vixen’s touch, seeking more contact.

She chuckled softly in Ann’s ear, a low husky sound that sent shivers through her extremities. “Like that?”

Ann felt lips on her neck and nodded with a whimper. The woman’s fingers gained confidence at that. She started with small circles around Ann’s sensitive nub before slipping two digits down her slit and into the clenching channel.

It felt like heaven, and Ann couldn’t help but moan at the sweet intrusion.

“You’re so wet,” the multi-tailed vixen whispered in her ear, her breath hot against Ann’s face. “You like watching, don’t you?”

“I like your fingers,” Ann corrected with a whimper. But unable to tear her gaze from Nikki’s writhing body as the men continued their carnal assault, she had to admit she did like to watch too.

It was around then that Nikki reached her climax. Her whole body shuddered with pleasure as she bucked wildly against her penetrating lovers. At the same time the three young men stiffened, their erections pulsing and twitching inside the petite woman as they released one after the other, filling every hole to the brim. Then almost like it was business as usual they fell off her, helping each other up and like brothers in arms hobbled over to where Tabitha waited to soothe their sore muscles.

Nikki was already up, leaking from all three holes as she climbed onto hands and knees, readying herself for the next three men in line. She smiled a sultry, needy smile as they worked around her, one crawling under to slip into her pussy while another stroked his wet, lubricated erection and pressed into her ass. The third knelt before her, cradled her face in one hand and slid into her mouth. And without much pomp or ceremony they stared to thrusting and pumping again, Nikkis eyes wide and watching them ravage her body with lust and determination in her gaze.

The sight was simply too erotic for Ann to bear. Her whole body trembled with delight as the vixen continued to pump her fingers in and out of Ann’s slippery tunnel. The motions stoked a building heat inside her as an orgasm rose through her slender body, threatening to break free.

“You’re so fucking hot. The way your long sexy legs tremble like that in your heels,” the vixen complimented, her voice hot and breathy in Ann’s ear. “I can feel how ready you are. Do you want it?”

Ann gasped, nodding frantically as she writhed in the woman’s grip.

“I want it,” she mewled, keeping a hand over her lips in an attempt to hold the moan in; but there was no suppressing it. A few women had turned their heads and were watching Ann getting fingered instead of Nikki getting railed. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment…

And something else.

Something incredibly raw and erotic. Ann wanted to be used like Nikki. To be dominated and pleased, and be the centre of attention for many handsome young men all chomping at the bit to shower her in their love. Her pussy fluttered at the thought, and she moaned as the vixen quickened her pace, thumb circling Ann’s clit expertly.

“Yes,” the woman whispered. “Cum. Cum for me. Cum all over my fingers.”

The orgasm that had been building inside Ann finally broke free, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through her body. She cried out, chewing her fingers in a bid to muffle the sound. Her legs trembled and her knees buckled as she succumbed to the pleasure. The vixen was all that held her up, an arm around her waist and her fingers hooked deep into Ann’s pussy, massaging the most lovely place she never even realised existed within her.

When her climax finally washed away, Ann opened her eyes and looked around, a little uncomfortable but also incredibly turned on. She’d amalgamated an audience, a few of the women who had been watching Nikki were watching her instead. Some even seemed to be touching themselves, hands groping breasts or fingers sliding up and down under panties.

“Good girl,” the vixen purred in Ann’s ear, her voice dripping with sexuality. Her fingers slipped from Ann’s clenching heat and she brought them up to her muzzle, sucking them between her ruby lips. “Would you like some more?”

Her gaze moved to the side and Ann recognised Troy. The anthro horse stood nearby as if at the vixen’s beck and call. And as usual, the towering length of meat protruding from his sheath stood erect and ready, balls stirring with seed just for her.

Ann couldn’t deny it. There was no going back. She gave in to the temptation, the sheer need coiling inside her borne of physical neglect reaching breaking point.

“I want it,” she repeated. For a while it was all she could say as she fell to her knees at Troy’s feet and hungrily placed her mouth on his waiting erection.



6. Ankhe
Troy’s cock towered over Ann as she dragged her sandpapery tongue up along the underside of his shaft, savouring every one of the glorious twelve inches until she balances the tip of his erection on her nose like a seal. Her eyes glowed with unbridled lust as her gaze locked his in place, her thoughts written all over her face.

‘Fuck me silly,’ her aspect pleaded in no uncertain terms.

Troy’s smile as he took her hand was a promise he’d oblige to the best of his ability. Helping her to her feet, he led Ann to the bed where three fresh cocks still pounded Nikki with reckless abandon. She could feel the mattress bounce under their ministrations as she climbed into position on hands and knees, the room around her with the various glamorously dressed up ladies watching in anticipation all fading away.

She looked over her shoulder, feeling Troy’s hands firmly slide up her short skirt, rolling it past her slender hips and groped her taut rear for a moment. Then his fingers hooked into the waistband of her lace panties, and slid them down her legs to where her knees were planted together.

“Oh God, this is so wrong,” Ann murmured. But the way Troy’s erection draped over her curvy ass, reaching up almost halfway up her spine, she couldn’t deny the thrill that coursed through her veins. She turned into a wild animal caught in the headlights, but instead of watching with rapt fear and confusion, her eyes sparkled with a need for that long thick cock to fit inside her. She could feel it’s heat warm her fur as it hovered barely a few millimetres off her back, and she swept up her tail to coil it’s length appreciatively.

“I can stop,” Troy suggested, not at all disappointed about the trepidation in Ann’s voice.

She answered him very quickly. “Don’t you fucking dare.” She spoke in a needy whimper, adding, “Put that fucking thing inside me.”

His hand held her steady by her hip as Ann leaned forward, her weight resting on her elbows. The position arched her back a little, sticking her rear expectantly in the air and revealing the full swollen lips of her furry, pent-up cunt.

He traced a finger along her folds, sending a prickle of delight through Ann just how the vixen had done for her before. But it wasn’t enough.

“Not your fingers,” she hissed sharply, almost demanding. “I want your cock. Stop teasing.”

She felt his erection press against her thigh as he shifted and positioned himself for entry. Ann moaned, low and excited feeling the hot, flared tip of his cock grind her wetness, leaving a trail of warm precum oozing against her clenching opening.

“Fuck you’re so big,” Ann gasped, feeling her petals blossom for the warmth of his cock. But it wasn’t nearly enough. She bit her lip, nervously knowing what came next.

Troy teased the flat head of his cock back up and down the slit, letting her wetness coat him before he found the right angle, felt her body yield softly at the mouth of her arousal, then pressed in with a gasp.

“Ahn~!” Ann’s voice wavered, tinged with a shriek of pain as her nails dug into the sheets. Her teeth were clenched, face screwed up as she felt a small pang of pain split down her lower body.

Troy paused there, letting her acclimatise to the girth of his flared head inside her opening, trembling with the need to push further inside. And he wasn’t the only one.

Eventually, Ann rocked back against him, feeling a little more stretch her tight feline body. “More♥! Put more inside me. I want every inch!”

Slowly she sank back, Troy’s knowing grip on her hip guiding her as she moved, her body swallowing inch by excruciating inch. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, but only barely, as she felt him nestle into her depths, quite a bit of cock left to spare that simply did not fit inside her. She was full to the brim with pounding, hot erection, the tip nudging something deep inside her that had gone all her life unloved. A button, so soft and delightful right in her core ignited a whole new sensation. It was an entirely new angle to the pleasures of sex Ann never even knew existed.

Curling her fingers, Ann almost broke her nails in the sheets. Her eyes rolled and her mouth hung agape in dumbfounded surprise, her moan caught somewhere in the bottom of her lungs. In that overwhelming moment of sensation, Ann couldn’t even think to breathe. She could only feel, her body pulsating around the man’s cock in time with the pounding heartbeat rippling against her inner walls. She awoke to a world of new sensations. And she wanted more.

“Fuck me,” She managed to say, grinding her ass against his hips.

Troy didn’t need much more encouragement. He gripped her hips and began to thrust into her with long, powerful strokes. The bed creaked under their combined weight, and the other women in the room watched in jealousy and awe as Ann took it with orgasmic grace. Her pussy was already quivering and speaking in noisy wet syllables as she slobbered creamy white slivers of her juices across the pistoning shaft.

Her climax was building quickly, a pulsating heat that radiated throughout her body.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped, her voice barely a whisper above the wet noises her body made as her pussy slurped on the horsecock squishing her womb. “Oh, God, you’re going to make me cum. Keep going… Todd! Oh, fuck~! Where’s Todd?”

“Here, Miss Ankhe,” came the familiar, sweet reply of the fox she so desperately needed. “How can I help?”

Ann looked up, her face a mask of delight as she saw Todd melt out of the spectators and position himself on the bed in front of her. His erection was tantalisingly close. The woman snapped at it, trying to catch it with her mouth, but as she lunged out of Troy’s grip, she slid off the horse’s cock with a wet pop and a gush of her pent up juices that flowed down her inner thigh.

Her lower body twitched and she looked back apologetically, rocking back so Troy could slide back in. It was infinitely more delightful feeling him stretch her wet walls out again now she was accustomed to his girth. He entered easily and bottomed out gently, flared head smooching her cervix with a loving little prod. Ann’s expression fluttered and she looked back up to Todd who watched expectantly.

“I tasted you. Licked my fingers clean in the toilet. It was so delicious, so wonderful!” she blurted out, pouring her filthy confession out to him. “I want more. I want you in my mouth. Fuck my mouth like Troy Is fucking my pussy. Make yourself cum all over my tongue. I want to taste it. To swallow it.”

Reaching down, Todd lovingly stroked her cheek, then obliged. Holding her steady, Troy slowed his thrusts helpfully, then Todd pressed his narrow tip against the flat of Ann’s tongue and let her guide him into the warm, inviting mouth. 

Ann’s moans muffled as the men began to thrust again in earnest. Troy’s balls slapped her wet clit while Todd smoothly ran his length up and down her tongue, polishing his shaft with her lips and prodding the tip so tantalisingly close to her throat; almost choking her, but not quite.

As Troy set a faster pace, Ann grasped the sheets tightly in her fists. The other women watched, some of them touching themselves in delight. Ann could only undulate back and forth between them as her orgasm built, watching in her periphery as the sensations grew stronger with each thrust of Troy’s hips… and oddly, with each pulse of Todd’s own growing orgasm twitching in her mouth.

Almost on que, Todd pushed deeper, sliding the top inch of his cock into Ann’s tight throat, gagging her slightly. But as much as she gargled, retched and almost doubled over in a surprised heave, she didn’t care. She held it in, forced her teary eyes open and looked up with what she hoped was approval. She wanted every inch of him inside her. She wanted to be able to take it. To be a filthy, dirty cock-hungry slut for him.

Todd grabbed a fistful of Ann’s hair and began to face-fuck her, his balls slapping against her chin as he groaned in pleasure. Black tears of happiness streamed down Anns cheeks as she gazed up, appreciating his blissful expression. She was doing that. She was making him pull that face, pleasing him in a way not even an attention sucking twenty-something little whore could.

He thrust one more time, deep into her throat. His knot swelled against her puckered lips, then he came in long, warm pulses.

She gulped down the first load, salty and warm in the back of her throat before she rocked back in time with Troy’s erratic thrusts. She didn’t want Todd’s seed down her throat. She wanted to [i]taste[/i] him, she was sure her instructions had been clear. But she could get Pearl to teach her how she could punish the fox later. Because for now, she got enough of what she was after.

The next of Todd’s powerful streams blasted the roof of her mouth until her cheeks bulged almost cartoonishly. It was suddenly too much and she withdrew entirely, his cock drooping as it popped from Ann’s lips. She was entirely overwhelmed by his taste and smell, completely unprepared. She gagged and coughed with surprise, an almost painful, dizzying dreg of his seed rushing through her sinuses and bursting out a nostril. The rest exploded from her lips with overpressure, flowing down her chin and splattered onto the bed in front of her.

Catching her breath, Ann felt deep shame, but not because of her compromising position. “I’m sorry,” she mewled between Troy’s thrusts. “It was so much, I wasn’t prepared. It’s so delicious, I meant to swallow it all.”

As if to prove her point she stooped and licked some of the cum from the sheets, savouring the rich, salty goodness and swallowing it with an exaggerated gulp as she locked Todd with a fuck-drunk smile. Her aspect had been completely ruined by the face-fucking, but Todd stroked her cheek and gazed back like she was the most priceless, beautiful work of art he’d ever seen.

That look he gave her, the attention and approval no man, not even her own boyfriend, had given Ann for longer than she could remember, set her off. As Ann lavished in his attention, her pussy involuntarily clenched down on Troy’s cock and milked him with a flutter of her kegels.

He responded with an unintelligible grunt, burying his face in her neck and drinking in her perfume with long banting breaths.

“Fuck!” Ann panted, feeling the coil of pleasure inside her tighten, then snap.

Her hips bucked against Troy’s as she felt a surge of relief drain from her belly. All her nerves were alight. Her lips felt like they were on fire. Her fingers tingled and her toes curled in her sandals. A wet wave of moisture flowed down her thigh and with a collective gasp of approval from the women standing around her, Ann realised belatedly what she’d done.

She’d squirted all over Troy’s cock. Something she’d never done before, not even with her favourite vibrating toy.

Troys hips rolled one more time and Ann squealed like she was being tickled. His flared head squished tighter, feeling like he was shoving her womb higher up in her body. Ann’s head swung back almost hitting Troy in the nose, her eyes wide with pleasure, a big open mouthed smile letting her tongue loll out over her bottom lip. Her belly bulged with Troy’s renewed thrusts, stretching Ann out in new tantalising ways.

“That’s it! Fuck me through! Fuck me throooouuuuugh~!” she demanded in a scream. “Do it inside me! Breed me! Put a baby in me! Please, cum! Cum! ♥Cum♥!”

It was all Troy need to hear as he clenched, feigning an attempt to hold back. Then when the pressure had suitably built up, he released into Ann’s sensitive sheath. She cried out with a breathless wheeze as she felt the hot semen flood her. IT felt like she was being inflated, every powerful spurt pulsating inside her.

It was overwhelming and wild, like nothing she had ever experienced before. Each and every shot of hot jizz erupting into her core made her moan, her mind spinning with a storm of intense pleasure. She didn’t even feel Troy step back and slide his softening member from her sodden quim. She only felt something flow out of her in short, air logged spurts. It was warm and sticky down her bare thigh before landing in her heavy, sodden panties. They were much like Ann’s face, her fur matted and wet, with some of Todd’s cum turning crusty in her mascara smeared aspect.

It was the whispers that slowly brought Ann back to reality. Hushed murmurs darting around the crowd that seemed to have replaced the erotic murmur of moans and wet noises of feminine approval that had filled the room before.

“Is that really her?” some voices asked in quiet panic.

“It’s her, I’m certain of it.”

“That’s the journalist.”

“That’s Ann Gora.”

The voices were shocked and fearful as Ann blinked some sense into her eyes. She scanned the women around her, their faces still behind their masks. But fear and horror were plainly written in their eyes and on their mouths as they stared at her.

Confused, Ann finally looked down and understood why the mood had changed so suddenly. Ann’s mask had fallen off in that final romp and landed with a quiet splat in a puddle of Todd’s cum she’d so carelessly spilled. And with her mask off, her face, her identity and her reputation as a scalding investigative journalist exposing deep dark secrets to the general public had been revealed.

The crack of stilettoes on the floor cut through the palpable tension hanging in the air, and Ann saw a pair of gorgeous long legs glide into view. They bent at the knees, and slowly Sara lowered herself down in front of Ann. But unlike her patrons, the lioness’ face was still plastered with the confident smile of kindness and warmth.

Delicately Sara picked up Ann’s mask, carefully brushed a few dress of cum from the velvet and set it back on Ann’s face. Then, for good measure, she leaned in and cocked her head to run her tongue across Ann’s lips, licking up some of Todd’s cum that still lingered there.

Ann couldn’t help moan into the older woman’s mouth before her eyes fluttered open again.

“You looked marvellous just now, dear. You’re a real natural,” Sara complimented, before asking, “Did you enjoy your first night with my lovely boys?”

Ann smiled weakly, swallowing hard. “Yes… yes, I did… a-and, Miss Sara?”

“Yes, Ankhe dear?”

“I…” Ann wasn’t hesitating, simply catching her breath before she lowered her creamy, fresh-fucked pussy to the bed and sat upright with renewed vigour, a new hunger twinkling in her eyes. “I’d like to become a full member.”

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