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The Transport

By: MidnightLove123



She fingered the knife hidden in her sleeve for comfort. Surely she would have to use it before this night was through.

The people she had been brought in with had already begun to disperse. The stronger ones with a swagger went off to find a space for themselves, others breaking off into pairs or small groups for safety. She had no one, though, and had made no friends on the transport.

She eyed the room warily and considered her options. Standing here at the entrance, she posed too tempting a target and she would have to select some unoccupied corner soon. She bit her lip and attempted to marshal her courage. Surely she could handle whatever happened next, surely it could not be worse than what had happened to her already.

The very large room was divided into sections using makeshift tents out of large swaths of cloth draped over ropes, cardboard and other materials. Some people still peered at her from when she and the rest of her transport had been brought in, but most had turned back to what they were doing. She heard the low murmur of voices, rustle of bodies and other, more animalistic sounds deeper in the shadows. Several groups were huddled around small fires, cooking that things that made her stomach grumble despite its foul smell.

She eyed an empty space between two tents and hesitantly stepped toward there, holding her head up high to warn off anyone who might think to attack her. Whatever happened later, for now she had her strength, her dignity and her knife.

She turned her back to the cold stone wall and sank to the ground, grateful not to support her wobbling knees, but still she held her head high, eyes watchful. The noises around the camps died down and her stomach growled insistently, but with nowhere to go and nothing to eat, she began to doze off. 

She was awakened by the jarring sound of laughter and jeering from across the way. She peered around a nearby tent to see 4 men circling a boy. The boy looked to be about 8 years old, and the fear on his face was evident. The men taunted and jabbed him, but didn't pounce, content to play for now. The leers on their faces and their crude, suggestive comments made it clear what their plans were for the boy.

She looked around at the nearby camps to see if anyone was going to intervene. Many people had already retreated into their tents and didn't emerge to watch the happenings. Those that were still out went on with their business, only looking over to ascertain their own safety before ignoring the boy's plight.

She gripped her knife tighter and crouched, uncertain. Perhaps she was too new here; she could not comprehend leaving the boy to his fate with these men. But then, she could not hope to protect him against those 4 men, even with her knife. If she tried, she would only end up brutalized by them as well. 

She considered attempting to barter herself for the boy, but she knew that most likely they would take they wanted, her and the boy, if not now then soon anyways. She noticed one who had been watching the group of men from the beginning. He lounged on a crate in front of a tent that was probably his dwelling. His eyes were so dark as to appear black and his face gave away nothing. He made no move towards the group, either to join in or to stop them, just watched steadily.

He was tall and large, and his muscled torso was evident through his dirty, ripped shirt. Something in the set of his jaw and the glint of his eyes warned her that he was extremely dangerous, beyond his brute strength. The men who circled the boy were much thinner, emaciated even. They did not appear to have much fighting skill, relying more on their strength in numbers.

In just a minute she sized up the situation and came to a decision. She walked over to the man on the crate. As she approached and came to stand in front of him, he did not move from his relaxed slouch on the crate, but he did look away from the scene up to her eyes.

She took a breath and said, "Sir, you see that boy is in trouble. I would help him, but I know that I cannot win. I believe that you might be able to."

She paused here, but he said nothing, his black eyes unfathomable.

She continued, "If you would be willing to save him, I would be most grateful..." and she let her statement hang, unable to continue.

With slow deliberate motions he stood up in front of her. She was intimidated by his size and strength and could hear the taunting and scuffling continuing behind her, but she stood tall and looked straight into his eyes.

He said nothing but reached out his hand toward her, slowly, as if to give her time to back away. She remained. He pushed aside her cloak and cupped her breast through her tunic. He squeezed lightly and brushed his thumb across her nipple. He slightly tilted his head and she caught the question.

"Yes," she confirmed, despite her shaking voice. "I will bed you if you save the boy."

He continued looking into her eyes as he let his hand drop. Then he nodded and brushed past her towards the group. 

She turned and hurried towards him, eager to help so that they might succeed. After all, he was still outnumbered and she had her knife. They didn't notice his approach and he grabbed one man unawares from behind, spun him around and punched him straight in the face. He went down. The man next to him yelled out and swung, but he was punched in the stomach and the kneed in the face, and fell beside his friend.

The last two men turned the full force of their fury on the black-eyed man. Her own courage faltered in the face of the crazed fury in their eyes. She stood only a half step behind the man, but he didn't even notice her. Instead, as the two men charged at him, he charged back and met them in a melee of fists and cracking bones.

When the fight was over, the black-eyed man stood in the center, feet apart, fists down, breathing harshly. His gaze flickered around the room and anyone who was still out either went inside a tent or looked away. The boy was cowering nearby and she went to comfort him. She knelt beside him and whispered, "Come with me and I will try to keep you safe." The boy looked into her eyes and nodded.

The man glanced at her and then walked back over to his dwelling, leaving the broken bodies on the ground. He didn't gesture for her to follow, but she did, pulling the boy along behind her. When he reached the flap he lifted it and she and the boy rushed inside. 

Inside it was very dark and she could see partitions separating this room at the entrance from a darker space further in. The man gestured towards a bowl that contained dark pieces, of food, she supposed, and then ducked into the furthest room. She handed the bowl over to the boy, sitting him down in a corner and asking him to stay there, eat and rest.

She followed the man into the back room and found him lounging on some furs and blankets, fully dressed. She pulled the sheet divider across the rope to fully separate the rooms. She sucked in a deep breath and removed her cloak.

She could do this. She knew how to please a man, even if she had only done it with one man before. He had certainly earned it, taking on those men like that, and this was their bargain.

She felt his eyes on her as she removed unlaced her tunic and let it fall, baring her breasts, and then pushing it down over her waist and the floor. Her nervousness hit her full force and she stood naked for his perusal, while lay completely clothed. She hadn't ever seduced a man like this, wasn't sure what to do next. She knelt in front of him, and he reached for her then.

His large, strong hands reached out to both her breasts, cupping them, weighing them. His thumbs circled the nipples, pressing them in, then pinching them so lightly between his thumb and forefinger and pulling. She wasn't sure where to look, but his eyes were intent on her breasts. 

His left hand left her breast and trailed down her stomach and cupped her mound. He pushed lightly on the inside of her knee and she spread her knees apart. He ran his finger through her folds and up to her nub, causing a zing of heat.

Tugging her hand, he urged her to switch placed with him, so that she was reclined on the blankets and he kneeling before he. He undid the placket of his pants and his cock, already hard and long, sprang free. She could already smell the musky scent of his arousal and her own body preparing itself.

She leaned up and tentatively touched his cock. She did not need to be a solely passive player in this, she could bring him pleasure with her hands and her mouth. But as she started to lean her face towards his crotch, he gave a small shake of his head and pushed her back gently. She obeyed, laying back fully, her legs spread open in front of him. 

He pushed a finger, then two inside her. She felt the pinch of the invasion, but had some moisture gathered to make the way easier. Then he positioned his cock at her entrance and pushed the head inside. The sucked in a breath and attempted to remain still. Her body felt full and stretched already. But he just rocked there for a minute and pressed his finger to her nub. She felt her hips roll up minutely, almost involuntarily, and he pushed a couple inches deeper. He continued this slow invasion until his cock was inside her to the hilt.

Then he reared back and entered again, still slowly. She felt the slide of his cock, the tickle of his pubic hair as it met her entrance and the pressure on her nub as he rocked forward. His face grew tight and his breathing grew deeper as he thrust faster and harder.

He had been looking down at where they joined but his gaze slid up to her eyes and then quickly away. He looked at breasts and leaned down to suckle one briefly.

Then he closed his eyes and fuck her in earnest, pushing her body further up in the blankets with each thrust. His movements grew jerky and he pushed deep, causing a twinge of discomfort for her, and shuddered as he came. He pressed down on her body with his for just a moment before he slipped out of her and rolled to the side. 

He kept his eyes clothes as his breathing steadied, and she wondered if he had fallen asleep and whether she should move. He peeked one eye open at her, then reached for a fur behind him and handed it to her. Then he rolled over and went to sleep. Figuring this was as good an invitation as she would get, and as safe a spot for her to spend the night as she would fine, she decided to stay. She stepped out to check on the boy but he had already curled up asleep in the corner. She covered him with the fur and then went back inside the room, lay down next to the man and fell asleep.

The Transporter



I hated doing airport pick-ups. It usually meant that I would have to transport a rich snob from the airport to the Ritz or some other exorbitantly priced hotel in Toronto, for a flat fee of one hundred Canadian dollars. Don't get me wrong, I haven't anything against wealthy people, I intend to be one myself one day. It just seems to be that those, who use my services, tend to be rude and obnoxious. My car is a two year-old Stretch Caddy, metallic white, red leather seats, with just about every luxury known to man inside, including an icebox, wet-bar and wireless Internet. I keep it in pristine condition and it's the envy of every other limo service in Toronto.

Firstly I need to explain why I was doing the Airport pick-up. I am an actress, undiscovered, of course, except for a few supporting roles in off the main street productions that sink into oblivion either after the first curtain, or close thereafter. My agent tells me, "It's only a matter of time", but its all I ever hear from her, after five years and hundreds of auditions, I have yet to be cast in anything that has enough success to get me "noticed"

Yes, I have screen credits, I was beach bunny #3(red bikini) in "Beach party", I was the French maid who is murdered in the opening scene of "House of Desire", and the woman police officer who gets shot in the shootout scene of "Downtown Heist" 

My parents who divorced each other when I was eleven, support my choice of career, but the support has always been in the way of moral support rather than financial.

For the last five years I have lived undiscovered and one step away from an eviction notice in a crummy basement apartment with a budgie called Velvet and a fish called Wanda. This all changed when my father died and left me everything he owned in the world: His house and his business. 

The house is pretty neat; it's in a nice sub-division just North of Toronto. It's a little rural, with big lots and wide streets, the neighbors are nice and polite and seem to be almost invisible during the week and only appear on weekends to mow lawns in the summer or shovel snow in the winter. His business was a one man-, now woman-, limousine service complete with license and airport privileges.

So now between auditions and supporting roles in plays that seem destined for greatness but somehow fail, I drive rich, ungrateful slobs from the airport to their snooty hotels or high-rise apartments, often also, I drive them North to luxury resorts on lakes in summer or winter ski resorts, but they are for the most part, jerks and rude. From experience, I have learned since I inherited the business, not to see my passengers as human. I see myself as a courier, and my passengers as cargo. I have become the ultimate transporter.

I had been awake for over twenty-four hours. The opening night of the play I was in, had ended up being the final curtain, as well. Yet another steppingstone in my illustrious career of appearing in box-office flops. The call came in on my cellphone as I made my way home in the early hours of the morning. At first I had politely declined, I needed to get some sleep I complained. It was an emergency the company had said, a very influential man was flying in from Vegas in a private jet, and wanted to be driven to his estate in Muskoka. I complained that I had an airport pick-up set for three pm that afternoon, and that there would be little time to do both. The fee they offered, over ten times my regular rate made the decision for me. I headed home for a cool shower. I scrubbed my face of make up and changed into my chauffeur's uniform, a white linen shirt, freshly laundered, crisp, and clean. No bra. I pulled a narrow red satin tie under the starched collar, and flipped the shiny red tie into a perfect Windsor knot, and pulled a pair of comfortable linen pink bikini panties. I chose a simple pair of black tailored slax, cinching them around my slim waist with a designer belt. I slid into a pair of warm woolly socks and tied the laces of my comfortable black leather cross-trainers. I donned a matching double breasted coat and chose a similar outfit for the afternoon pick up, zippered it into a plastic suite hanger, downed a mouthful of coffee, three "stay awakes" and headed for the airport.

I rolled onto the limo stand of Pearson International at about four am. The airport was all but deserted. I waited at the VIP lounge until my client cleared customs and came through the glass doors. By four thirty we were heading up country on HW400. The drive North went without a hitch, I delivered my cargo to his private estate on lake Muskoka without incident, mainly because he slept through the entire four-hour trip.

The drive back was without incident. I stopped off at a truck stop for brunch, its one I use when I go North of the city, The food is good, the relaxed atmosphere makes its easy to ignore the trucker's comments or their pick-up lines. I was too tired to make eyes at the waitress, who is absolutely gorgeous, a tall, willowy brunette, with a set of boobs I longed to touch and suck, I was tired but careful not to stare too much. I use this truck stop often because of her, and I think she knows it.

When I neared the airport, I phoned my service asking for the instructions again. Meet Mister Edward Cousins from Atlanta Georgia, American Airlines Flight 215 from Atlanta at Gate 37 Pearson at 3:15 PM Friday precisely, and transport him and his luggage to the Toronto Hilton for my usual flat fee. I turned the radio on to keep me awake, and in touch with the afternoon's traffic conditions.

The three pm news had just begun as I swung into the limo bay at Pearson, some elite escort agency had just been raided and the owner busted for prostitution, drug possession and racketeering. The mayor was thrilled as was the police chief. I slid into the backseat with my zippered clothes hanger. The mirrored glass would give me enough privacy; I pulled out my carefully pressed dark blue chauffeur's jacket and tailored slax, clean blouse and panties. I slithered out of my soiled clothing, bundling them carelessly into a ball. I sprayed some fresh deoderant on and dabbed some "Navy" onto my wrists and behind my ears, before slipping into my clean clothes. I adjusted my tie in the smoked glass divider, then ran a brush through my curly blonde hair. I refuse to wear the peaked cap, as it always musses up my hair. I looked at myself critically in the mirror; no, I looked the same, green eyes, I used some foundation on the dark rings under my eyes, I am tall for a woman at 5'10" with nice sized 34B cup breasts, trim tummy and long powerful legs from working out on a Bowflex in my home gym.

I grabbed a soda from the wet bar and popped three more "stay awakes". I pulled the blackboard from the trunk when I dropped in my soiled laundry, and printed "Mr. E. Cousins Atlanta" in big chalked letters and headed for gate 37. As I neared the gate I read the arrival/departure signs, yes, AA flight 215 from Atlanta was on time and passengers would arrive through gate 37, as would passengers from Japan Air Line's JAL flight 315 from Tokyo. I chuckled, "Well, at least there was little or no chance of a screw-up with me collecting the wrong Mr. Cousins".

An airport voice announced that flights AA 215 an JAL 315 had landed and that passengers would be exiting at gate 37, I looked at my watch, 3:08, well at least this bozo wasn't going to keep me waiting.

Luggage began to travel around on the rattling rotunda and the passengers began emerging through the glass doors. I stood to one side and held up my chalked sign.

People thronged through the doors but no one approached me, except for some punk kid telling me he'd like to take me for a ride, I withered him with a "Get fucked" stare, not even bothering to answer the little prick. At 3:45 the glass doors to the gate eventually shut. I looked around but it was evidently a no-show.

The only person still hanging about the concourse was a young Japanese girl, with a small suitcase and ponytail, dressed in a black business suite, with a white linen open necked blouse and a set of pearls around her slim neck, her ears were pierced with the same pearls. She had and a look of bewilderment and worry. I walked up to her, pointing at my sign and asked, "Are you with or on behalf of Mister Cousins?"

She looked at me blankly and shrugged, "Sorry I don't understand." She said meekly in heavily accented English. I guessed she was about 18, but I was never one to guess ages well. We stood and waited for another few minutes before I pulled my cellphone out and called up my messenger service. Uh huh..... Cousins was a no show, "So credit my account with the fee from his credit card," I snapped, and clicked off the phone.

The oriental girl looked so lost and small I tried one more time, "You need a ride? I'm heading back through the city, I can drop you off if you like."

She smiled, "My new boss did not fetch, me. I'm Sashiko," she said handing me a card, "Randy Johnson" Quixotic Escorts 3347 Bay Street Toronto, "Can you take me to him, there?" She asked.

"I'm Amie," I answered, "Sure I can take you there." I said as I shook her outstretched hand.

It wasn't far out of my way, so I nodded and we headed for the car park. Out of habit I opened the back door for her, and then slid behind the wheel, dropping the glass division down from its normally "up" position when I carry cargo.

Sashiko climbed into the limo and moved forward to the seat closest to the front, and smiled nervously as I started the car and moved out of the parking lot. She looked out the tinted windows opening the vista sunroof as we crawled along the freeway in bumper-to-bumper, peak hour traffic.

I took the scenic route for my passenger, passed the foreshore and famous CN Tower before stopping opposite 3347 Bay Street. The shop front read Quixotic Escorts, with silhouettes of scantily clad ladies etched tastefully on the large storefront glass windows, three blue and white police cruisers were parked directly in front large oaken double doors and women were being led out the oak doors in handcuffs.

Sashiko looked horrified, I remembered the newsflash I had heard on the radio and tried to explain that her new boss had been arrested for being a drug pusher and pimp. 

The look of bewilderment and sadness on her face made me want to take her in my arms and hold her, as I said she looked so young and fragile, but if she worked as an escort she was obviously older than 18, I later I discovered later she was 23. I asked if she had any friends or relatives in Toronto that I could drop her off at. She just shook her head. I was just so tired; I put the car out of "park" and headed for my house. Sashi just sat in the back totally blank.

I parked in my drive way and opened the door for Sashi, "Well come in and lets see what we can do for you." I said

We entered the house; I pointed out the bathroom to her and headed into the kitchen and began to make us a snack. 

I heard the toilet flush, the door open and sensed Sashi behind me. I asked if there was anyone she could call, she shook her head. 

"Ok," I said, "now how can I help, what can I do?"

Sashi looked at me, "No one can help me," she answered, "Nothing can be done, I must go back to Tokyo, but I don't have a ticket or any money, I was to start a new job at Quixotic escorts as a secretary." My new boss, Mister Johnson, said I could live at his house to begin with, until I had enough money to find an apartment."

She looked like a little orphan, just short of five foot with long glossy dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, and it accented the pearls set in her ears and luminous, expressive wide spaced, almond shaped brown eyes. There were freckles on her cute nose, altogether she looked so incredibly innocent and hurt, I wanted to reach out and reassure her. She was dressed in a white linen shirt and black business suite and black high-heeled pumps, she still clutched her suitcase in her hand looked more like a school kid pretending to be an adult. 

"I guess you can stay here till we figure out what to do." I said, if you have a work permit perhaps you can find another secretarial job, hopefully not in the sex industry."

I offered Sashi a sandwich that I had made and then poured some orange juice, we sat and munched, on the sofa. I clicked on the TV. The news, and clips of the Escort agency, flashed on, as the news-anchor was telling us, what the villain the owner was. Evidently he'd been under surveillance for some time by the vice squad. It was believed that he had connections to the drug trade and links to organized crime.

Sashi burst into tears; I reached over and put my arm over her shoulder to comfort her, her whole slight body wracking as she sobbed. I drew her closer and patted her back lightly, rocking and soothing the crying woman. Sashi snuggled into my arms, her tears slowly trailed down her cheeks, wetting my crisp white linen shirt. As her sobs became less violent, She cried like this for what seemed an hour, finally, her breathing became deeper and I realized that she had cried herself to sleep. I was afraid to disturb her, I lay back resting her head on my shoulder and shut my own eyes, and after being awake for almost thirty-six hours fell asleep, myself, holding her tight against me.

I awoke with a start, trying to figure where I was; I heard Sashi talking, but not what she was saying. She came into view. Her hair was loose now, and hung half way down her back, she had removed her skirt and was wearing a long white shirt that hung midthigh, which I discovered later was the same blouse she had worn when we met. 

"Your message company wants you to collect a passenger from the Airport, I said, no, that you were sleeping and could not go, they said ok, and that you can sleep." She said.

I chuckled, "I bet they were pleased." I answered still a little groggy; I looked at my watch, "Shit! Its eleven a.m., I've missed an appointment with my agent"

Sashi answered, "Your appointment with your agent, I have rescheduled for tomorrow morning at ten, a.m., I have made notes for you, in your book." She said holding up my day planner," speaking in a delightful accent and in a businesslike tone, although slightly grammatically incorrect, she made perfect sense.

I looked at her impressed. "Thank you Sashi, that's great, now shall we make some breakfast?" I asked.

She nodded, "I made some toast and coffee," she said, " you, do not have much in your pantry." She handed me a mug of black coffee, and a saucer with two pieces of unbuttered toast.

I looked at the breakfast she had made for me and half chuckled. I did not laugh at the food but her earnest expression. I think she must have thought I was laughing at her because she burst into tears, sobbing just like she had the previous night.

She collapsed onto the chesterfield as the sobs wracked her slim little body. I reached out and wrapped my arms around her. I ran my fingers through her dark glossy hair; I began to caress her warm lithe body, trying to pacify her. The warmth she radiated began to have an effect on me, I sensed first, my pussy moistening then I felt my nipples hardening as my hands became less pacifying and more demanding. My fingers ran through her lustrous hair, along the nape of her neck and along her shoulders. I gently kissed the soft skin of her neck, with gentle loving kisses. She began to lick at my chest, snuffling, and shaking still, her fingers had opened my shirt buttons and she began nuzzling between my breasts. I was afraid to move and more afraid and sexually excited not to. I arched. Sashi instinctively moved the soiled shirt to one side and as her tearstained face settled onto my warm skin, her mouth found my throbbing excited nipple and suckled as it slipped into her mouth.

I began to unbutton her blouse with my free hand, her sobs had stopped, her suckling and probing mouth had settled on my breast, I knew I had to have her, I pulled at her blouse, pulling the blouse down over her shoulders, finding no bra, just the cutest, prettiest breasts I've ever had the pleasure of handling, they were topped with very large chocolate colored nipples. Her hands had slid into my open shirt; her clever nimble fingers were caressing my electrically charged skin. 

I ached for more, and tugged my shirt off, Sashi's hands had slid from my chest and were undoing the button to my slax, I relaxed and let her undo my pants, I slithered my panties down with my pants, Sashi's hand found the warmth between my thighs, I spread myself wide for her. Her strong little fingers found my totally drenched pussy, and began to knead my lips and her wonderful, wet and warm mouth suckled my erect aching nipples first one then the other, her tongue dragged itself off my breasts, as I sat splayed for her, she slid her tongue down slowly, deliciously slowly over my belly, then towards where her hands were kneading my swollen aching pussy lips. 

She looked up at me sloe eyed, "May Sashi taste?" she asked, licking her lips lewdly. I couldn't answer, all I could do is nod my head and open my legs as wide as I could. My orgasm began before Sashi had slid into a kneel between my widespread knees, the touch of her lips on my pubes and skin, the wet warmth of her tongue inside my folds and the electrical tickle building up at the base of my spine erupted through my belly and through my veins in the most devastating delicious orgasm I had ever experienced. My hands tangled themselves into Sashi's hair as I frantically tried to force her face into my pussy, her tongue slid up and down, her nose settled onto the tip of my clit and she ground her face into me as the second wave of orgasms totally knocked the air from my lungs, I began to spasm out of control and for the first time in my life my cum began to spurt copiously.I felt my whole body moving in rythmn with my beating heart.

It seemed an eternity before I could breathe properly. I lay back on my sofa, my shirt and pants in a bundle on the floor with the most precious girl between my widespred wet thighs licking the last of my juices that leaked after the final spurt. My hands were still tangled in her hair. Not thinking clearly I dragged her face from between my thighs by her hair and pulled her face to mine and kissed her, oblivious to the pain that must have caused. Our lips met, I tasted my cum on her lips, we kissed for what seemed hours. 

Needless to say, Sashi never returned to Tokyo, and I no longer need a Message service.



The Transporter



It was Saturday. Kelly and Jessica took their first day of summer vacation from college to go shopping. They wanted to buy some new summer clothes and hang out. Kelly was looking for a new bikini bathing suit to show off at the beach. 

The two girls walked side by side down the street. They chatted about all all the cute guys they knew as they went. Kelly had her heart broken by the boyfriend she'd been dating since high school. She was still on the rebound and was looking to make up for lost time.

A man walked down the street in the opposite direction, looking straight at the two girls. He was wearing a long, tan coyote fur coat and a pair of dark sunglasses. The deep, oversized collar of his coat hid most of his face. He wore a brown Stetson hat, pulled down low over his forehead.

Jessica noticed him first. "Look at that guy! What's he doing wearing a coat like that in this weather?!"

"That better not be REAL FUR!" Kelly shouted out as the man passed.

Jessica tried to hush her but she shouted out again. "Murderer!"

The man didn't seem to hear her. He passed right on by and kept walking in the other direction.

"Forget about him! He's gone." Jessica said. She grabbed Kelly by the sleeve and towed her along. They walked on down the street and turned onto Newbury. A minute later they reached their destination: Patagonia Swimwear. They went inside and started looking through the racks for the perfect "Teeny Bikini".

Kelly and Jessica were comparing a couple of different suits, deciding which ones to buy when Jessica looked out the window.

"Jesus Christ! Kelly! It's HIM!" 

Jessica pointed out the window at the man in the coyote coat. He was looking right at them through the window as he strolled past. By the time Kelly looked up he was already gone.

"Stop trying to fuck with me, Jess!"

Jessica, no matter how hard she pleaded, couldn't convince her friend that she'd really seen the man in the coyote coat. Kelly ignored her and went Into the fitting room to try on the suit she picked out.

Kelly stood in the fitting room, looking into the full length mirror. She just stared at herself in her new bikini. It looked fantastic on her. Her long brown hair fell down around her shoulders and led her eye on a tour of her gorgeous body. The tight, blue Spandex triangle top molded itself, perfectly, to her large round breasts. Just a hint of her nipples poked through the thin fabric. Her lean, tight stomach muscles guided her attention to the high cut profile of her bikini bottom. It outlined her hips and drew the eye, further downward, to the space between her legs. She reached down and gently rubbed herself through the material. It was smooth and stretchy. There was no way any red-blooded male could resist her looking like this! Finally, she turned around in the mirror. Kelly ran her hands down over her firm, round ass. She stood there for a good, long minute, looking at her fine figure in the mirror. She admired her handiwork. "All that exercise paid off!" she thought.

Kelly pulled the tags off and put her clothes on over the suit. It felt so good, wearing it, she didn't want to take it off yet. She stuffed her undies into her purse and pulled her short mini skirt up over her hips. She straightened her blouse, checked her hair in the mirror then headed out to the register to pay. She met up with Jessica and the two of them headed out the door.

"Let's go get something to drink, Kell." suggested Jessica.

They headed back down Newbury and stopped at their favorite sidewalk cafe. The two of them sat there, chatting and sipping cold drinks, watching cute guys walk by.

The man in the coyote coat appeared in the distance.

"There he is!" Jessica whispered. "See! I told you!"

"Shit! Do you think he's following us?" asked Kelly.

The man walked right up to them and stood beside their table. He looked at Kelly, then at Jessica, finally returning his gaze to Kelly. He stared at her for quite a long time.

"What do you want?" she growled.

The man said nothing. He just stood there, smiling at her from behind the collar of his deep, furry coat.

"Get that dead animal away from me!" she shouted at him.

The coyote man let out an almost imperceptible laugh and nodded his head. He reached into his pocket, took something out and set it on the table in front of Kelly. Just as quickly as he appeared, he turned and walked away.

"Killer!" Kelly shouted as he disappeared down the street.

"Shush! You're embarrassing me!" admonished Jessica. "What the hell is that?" she added, pointing to the small round object sitting on the table.

Kelly picked up the hockey puck sized box and looked at it. She turned it over in her hand, examining it from all sides. It was made of shiny metal and it had a picture of a fox engraved on the top. The sun glinted off the mirror like surface. The craftsmanship was excellent!

"I think it's made of silver!" Kelly remarked.

It looked like there was a hinge on one side and a button opposite. Kelly pressed the button and the top popped open like an oversized pocket watch. The inside of the box was lined entirely in fur!

"Look at this!" she exclaimed.

Jessica tried to grab the box and feel the fur but Kelly pulled it away. She tentatively put her fingers inside and felt the fur. It was soft and velvety! As her fingers probed the inside of the box, Kelly felt something hard in the center of the bottom. It felt like another button. She pressed it. It made a faint click.

A blinding, white light came from inside the box, like a camera flash going off right in her face. She was totally blinded. Her entire body went completely numb. She felt dizzy and disoriented. It felt like she was being whisked away at high speed, transported to some place far away. It was a full minute before she regained her senses. Slowly, Kelly realized she was in a different place.

Kelly found herself sitting in a dimly lit room. Light came from a lamp in the corner. She looked around to survey her surroundings. She noticed the wood paneled walls and the expensive, antique furniture.

"Very nice." she thought as she tried to figure out where she was.

She felt something soft and furry against the back of her legs as she sat on the thickly upholstered sofa. It was covered in thick, soft, brown fur.

"Sheared beaver." came a voice from across the room.

The coyote man entered through a doorway across the room. Kelly stood up in feigned disgust at the fur she was sitting on.

"Sit down." he said. "Relax. Enjoy yourself."

"Not on that dead animal!" she blared.

"Sit on the floor, if you like." he replied.

Kelly remained standing and scowled at the coyote man. He was an older man, in his late 30s. Most of his body was hidden behind the thick fur coat but she could see through the opening in front that he was well-built. The hard soles of his rich, leather cowboy boots clacked as he walked across the wooden floor. He took off his hat and glasses then set them on the side table near the door. He strolled over and stood directly in front of Kelly. His eyes moved up and down her lovely figure. She liked the feeling of being checked out by a man but, at the same time, she had a funny feeling about him.

"Nobody has ever pushed the button as quickly as you." he said.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"The transporter. You activated it when you pushed the button."

"You mean that silver box?"

He smiled and nodded. "You must really like fur if you pressed the button that quickly." he added.

"No way!" she barked. "Fur is awful! It kills animals!"

The man cut her off and said, "You put your fingers in the fur just eleven seconds after you opened the box. You pressed the button seven seconds later."

"What's that got to do with anything?"

"Nobody who presses the button that quickly hates fur."

"Bullshit!"

"Yeah, bullshit! You're full of it!" he said.

Kelly changed the subject. "Where am I?!" Let me out of here!"

"What's your hurry? You just got here?"

"You can't keep me here!"

"Leave if you want." he said. "But you'll come back. They always do."

"Come back for what?"

"The fur."

"You're crazy!" she shouted. "I'll never like fur."

"You already like it. You proved it yourself."

Kelly tried to shout him down with some cliché animal slogan but the coyote man pointed his finger and shushed her.

"You want to leave? That way!" he said as he pointed to the door he came in from. "You want to stay?" He pointed to another door on the opposite side of the room. "That door!"

Coyote Man turned around. Without a word, he walked over and picked up his hat and his glasses. He put them on, adjusted the hat on his head then opened the door.

"If you weren't interested in fur, you never would have pressed the transporter button."

"I'll never come back here!" she said.

"You will... They always do..."

Coyote Man laughed to himself as he closed the door behind him. Kelly stood in the middle of the room by herself. She looked around at her surroundings again. The place was nice. Every piece of furniture was covered in the same brown fur as the sofa. "Beaver fur.", she remembered out loud.

Kelly walked over to the sofa and looked at it for a good, long time. She leaned over and felt the fur with her hand. It was soft and very luxurious. Since there was nobody else in the room with her, Kelly saw no harm in sitting on it again. She ran both hands through the fur at her sides as she sat. It felt good against the back of her legs. She began to feel aroused as it caressed her. She sat there, thinking, for another minute then stood up and headed for the exit.

"Dead animals!" she huffed.

Kelly reached for the doorknob but paused for a moment. She looked back at the sofa then at the door across the room. She turned and walked through the other portal. The door behind her with a loud click. She found herself standing at the beginning of a long, hallway. The walls and the floors and the ceiling were all covered with rich, brown fur. The air was so cold she could see her breath. She turned and reached for the door handle. It wasn't there anymore. There was nothing but a wall of fur. She looked back down the dark hallway. There was nowhere else to go.

Kelly took a step forward but her sandals seemed to be stuck to the floor. She tugged at them for a moment then, finally, slipped them off her feet. Her bare feet sunk into the deeply padded fur floor. It enveloped her, ankle deep, in softness. She lost her balance and fell to the floor, landing on her hands and knees. The warm, soft fur seemed to welcome her. She had to admit it was nice but her false pride wouldn't let her to concede that fur really did turn her on. She stood up again and got her balance. She took her next tentative steps and felt her feet sink into the fur. Tingles of pleasure shot up her legs. A warm, fuzzy feeling grew in her loins. She pressed onward, down the long, cold passageway.

The walls seemed to be getting closer as she moved along. The roof seemed a little bit lower. Kelly had to stoop to keep her head from hitting the ceiling. She couldn't walk without her arms brushing against the fur covered walls. Chills ran up her spine. She looked ahead of her and saw what looked like torn clothing lying on the floor. It was all around her. There were slacks and skirts and blouses lying everywhere. Further ahead, there were torn panty hose and bras and undies.

Realizing what was about to happen to her, Kelly tried to turn and run back where she came from but the walls closed in behind her. She screamed and pounded against the fur. It absorbed her blows with dull thuds. The barrier moved in and pushed her closer to her furry destiny at the end of the hall.

Suddenly, the lights went out. Kelly was plunged into complete darkness. She put her hands out in front of her to feel her way along the walls. Something was moving in the darkness around her. She didn't know what it was but she was sure it was coming for her. Then there was a tug at her blouse. Something grabbed her clothes. It was trying to pull them off. She tried to fight it but more furry hands reached out and joined in. She screamed and tried to escape. Somehow, she was able to pull free but her blouse was left behind. She was bare to the waist but for her blue bikini top. She wriggled free from her unseen fur attacker and tried to escape down the hall through the darkness.

A few steps later, there was a tug at her mini skirt. Something furry enveloped her waist and started to pull it off. There was no way to fight it. The skirt was gone in just a few seconds. She was left wearing only her tight, Spandex bikini bottom and triangle top. The fur glided smoothly over the skin tight fabric as it searched her body for any other garments. For some reason, the fur wanted her to be wearing that bikini. 

The walls kept closing in behind her and forcing onward but the ceiling was so low Kelly was forced to crawl on her hand and knees. Fur wrapped around her body as she moved. It's touch was gentle, now, caressing her instead of groping at her. She was being pushed forward at a steady pace. Every movement brought pleasure as she glided through the fur. She giggled and squirmed with ticklish delight as it slid over her back and stomach. The fur wrapped around Kelly's legs and tantalized her between the thighs. She was getting wet with excitement from all the fur. It even rubbed her tits and her ass but she couldn't feel the fluffy goodness against her pussy. The bathing suit she wore protected her from it. She could feel almost no fur where it really counted.

A minute later, Kelly was free of the fur. She crawled out of the tunnel on her hands and knees. She was now in the middle of another room. It was bitter cold. It felt like a thousand needles piercing her skin! She stood up and shivered in the icy air. The cold, cement floor stung her feet. She was a room like a giant freezer.

The lights faded up and she found herself standing face to face with Coyote Man again.

"Cold enough for you?" he taunted. He snuggled himself up in his warm fur coat. "It's just a few degrees above zero."

Kelly stood there with her arms around her shoulders, trying to keep herself warm. Her teeth were chattering already.

"Did you have fun in my fur machine?" he taunted.

"Give me back my clothes!" Kelly commanded.

"You've got enough clothes!" he taunted. "You just need to wrap that beautiful body in some nice, warm fur!"

"Never!"

"You won't last an hour in here!" said Coyote Man.

"What are you going to to, you bastard? Rip the rest of my clothes off and fuck me?"

"Nope." he said with a laugh.

There was a pause as Kelly tried to figure out what he meant.

"I let you keep your bikini for a reason."

"Why?" she puzzled.

"You are going to be the one to take it off. That's how you'll sacrifice yourself to my fur."

Coyote Man explained the game: Kelly would be allowed to leave in two hour's time, no matter what happened. If she could endure for that long, she would never hear from Coyote Man again. She agreed readily, even though she really had no choice.

"I'll play your game." she said. "But your not going to fuck me!"

"You'll beg for it!" he smiled.

Coyote Man reached out with his furry sleeve and brushed against Kelly's bare belly. She recoiled from it and tried to slap him but her hand missed his face. Kelly's expression showed her surprise as her hand sunk into the deep fur collar.

"Let the game begin!" he announced. He motioned his arm toward the center of the room. There was a gigantic, circular fur covered bed. It was piled high with furs of every kind. It must have been ten feet in diameter and piled four feet high!

"When you get too cold, all you have to do is climb into this fur pile." he chuckled.

"I'll never give in!"

Coyote Man rubbed his face in his deep, fur collar. "At these temperatures!? It's freeze or fur!"

"Bastard!" she snorted as Coyote Man walked out the door. 

She heard it lock behind him as it closed. Kelly stood there in the freezer shivering in the bitter air. It had only been five minutes and she was already shaking uncontrollably. She would never survive in this cold for two hours. She just wanted to make sure Coyote Man was gone before she crawled into the fur. 

Kelly felt an indescribable pleasure as she slid into the pile. It was self-preservation, for sure, but she didn't want to admit to him that she really was starting to like fur. She rationalized that her bikini would protect her private parts from the fur. As long as she was covered where it counted, it would be easy to endure two hours there.

Kelly was still shivering. The bone-chilling cold took several minutes to wear off. She pulled as many furs as she could grab, tightly around her and curled up in a fetal position. Her beautiful body sunk deeper and deeper into the pile. She closed her eyes and tried to go to sleep. 

"A two hour fur nap won't be so terrible." she thought. 

Kelly relaxed and lay there, half asleep. She felt quite warm, now. She had to admit fur really turned her on. She moved under the pile and stretched out her legs. As she did, some fluffy fox fur rubbed against her feet and ankles. It felt wonderful, compared to the cold, hard floor. She stretched out her arms and ran her hands through a piece of mink. Her heart began to beat a little faster as it caressed her arms and shoulders. She rolled around, from side to side, so the fur would rub her stomach. Dense, rich chinchilla sent a chill through her body, awakening a desire she never thought she could have. Visions of hot, steamy fur sex began to float through her mind. The fur was making Kelly horny. 

Kelly sat up in the fur pile. She pushed aside the pelts and poked her head out into the wintry, cold air. She looked around to be sure nobody else was in the room. She figured the coast was clear. She burrowed down into the mound. The fur slid over her body as she swam deeper and deeper. Every movement she made sent another wave of pleasure through her body. Kelly made it almost all the way to the bottom of the pile before she stopped digging. She couldn't take it any more. She had to feel the pleasure of fur.

Kelly started by rubbing her stomach again. She didn't know what kind of fur it was but it felt buttery soft against her skin.

"How can fur be such a bad thing when it feels so good?", she thought.

She furred herself on her arms and around her neck and shoulders. She buried her face in it and smelled the musky aroma of the skin. The scent turned her on even more.

With two hands full of fur, Kelly rubbed her chest and circled her breasts. She couldn't feel anything where her bathing suit covered her. She reached behind her back and untied the straps. With the two Spandex triangles loosened from her chest, she slid the fur up, underneath.

She sighed with delight . Her nipples stood erect. She threw back her head and arched her spine. Her head rolled from side to side in furry rapture as the sensation took over her mind.

That warm, fuzzy feeling returned to her loins. She rhythmically pumped her legs like she was riding a bicycle, causing the fur to rub her legs and her thighs. But it wasn't enough. Kelly grabbed a hand full of sable and stuffed it down the front of her panties. It felt good but the resilient material made it hard to put fur to where she really wanted it to go. She shucked off her panties in seconds flat.

The fur felt good against Kelly's ass. She gyrated her hips, and slid her cheeks back and forth, tantalizing herself while she anticipated the feeling of fur against her pussy. She hiked up her knees and spread her legs wide apart. She lay still under the fur for a moment before she teased herself with a hand full of silver fox.




The Transporter



The fur touched Kelly's thigh. She tensed her whole body and slid it up toward its goal. When it finally touched her pussy, she let out a scream. She threw caution to the wind and let herself go. Kelly loved fur, now, and she didn't care who knew it. She masturbated furiously, whipping herself into a state of sexual bliss in seconds flat.

A warm, wonderful feeling welled up from between her legs. It spread out over her whole body. She panted and whimpered while she held herself at the edge of ecstasy as long as she could. The contractions in her pelvis signaled that she was about to reach climax. Kelly was moaning, now. She was going to cum.

The orgasm came like a wave crashing on the beach. She was awash in delight with fur surrounding every inch of her body. Kelly never felt anything like this before. The first wave subsided and was followed by another, even stronger than the first. After it passed, she collapsed into a drowsy state of bliss. She laid there, marveling at what had just happened. Kelly took a long, slow fur tour around her body as she dreamily floated back down to Earth.

"How could anybody go through life and not feel pleasure like that?"

A pair of hands parted the fur. Kelly looked up, into the face of a man standing over her. It was Coyote Man.

"Twenty nine minutes." he said.

"What?"

"It only took twenty nine minutes for you to give in."

Kelly still hadn't completely recovered. She wasn't really processing what he was saying to her.

"How did you like your first furgasm?" Coyote Man grinned.

"It was great!" Kelly smiled back.

"Good! You've still got ninety more minutes to go!"

"All right..." she said, dreamily, as she rubbed some chinchilla on her tits.

The words Coyote Man said didn't sink in for a few seconds.

"Hey! What do you mean, 'First'?"

Kelly scrambled to her hands and knees. She started to crawl out of the fur pile. The cold air hit her skin but she didn't care. She wanted to get out of there any way she could.

The fur started to move under her. It wound itself around her ankles and pulled her back into the pile. She tried to escape but it was too late. Kelly was swallowed up by the fur machine.

Kelly screamed and struggled. The machine dragged her deep into its furry center. Her arms and legs were stretched out, spread eagle. Furry ropes bound her wrists and ankles and pulled tight. She was helpless in the machine's grasp.

"You'd better relax!" said Coyote Man through the fur. "My fur machine is going to make you cum for another hour!"

Kelly couldn't speak. The fur had already found its way to her pleasure zones. She was overjoyed at getting to have more fun in the fur but she didn't know if she could last for an hour. She thrashed her hips and pulled against her restraints but the machine only fought back harder. Kelly's strength was running out. She couldn't fight any more. The machine slowed its assault until she lay there, motionless, bound by the wrists and ankles.

After a short pause, Kelly felt a tickle right in the middle of her stomach. She laughed and tried to wrench free but it was no use. She felt another one in the ribs, followed by third one right between the legs. The machine was probing her to find out where she was most sensitive. After dozens of ticklish jolts all over her body the machine backed off again to let Kelly rest. The machine released her arms and legs. She could move freely, now, but she knew if she tried to escape, the machine would drag her back in. She rolled over onto her stomach and waited for the fucking to begin.

Then, it started again with a gentle caress to her backside. It teased her ass cheeks, giving her goose bumps all over her body. It moved up her back and to her shoulders. The fur moved around to her tits and started massaging Kelly into a state of profound arousal. It felt even better than before. She moaned in pleasure and let the fur have its way with her.

She climbed up onto her hands and knees. The fur wrapped around her and supported her. She spread her legs apart to give the fur machine access to her from behind. Kelly wanted it doggy style.

The fur moved right in. It started creeping up her thighs and down over her ass, working its way toward her pussy. Kelly knew it was coming, but the machine was torturing her with suspense. It felt like an eternity for the fur to start tickling her taint and teasing her labia. Any moment, now, the fur would own her pussy.

When it finally took over Kelly's pussy, she let out a scream of delight. She wondered if Coyote Man could hear her. When the next wave of pleasure came, she screamed again and spread her legs as far as she could.

Little by little, Kelly felt the fire building inside her. She began to see stars in front of her eyes and she could hear her own heartbeat thumping in her ears. Her breathing came out in sharp, short panting sounds punctuated with various moans and screams. When the orgasms finally started to come, Kelly didn't even know which end was up.

Kelly screamed out loud as the fur machine worked at her pussy with a furious pace. She came and came again in a series of long contractions. Fur came at her from all directions, taking her on a long roller coaster ride of sensual bliss. Time became irrelevant. Nothing really mattered to her outside of her fur lined orgasm machine.

She lost track of how many orgasms she had. She didn't even know long she had been there, cumming over and over again. It felt wonderful but there was one thing missing. She needed a cock inside her! Fur is wonderful but, sometimes, there is no substitute for a man's hard dick.

"Coyote Man!... Coyote Man!..." Kelly called out between contractions.

Kelly felt another presence in the fur beside her. A pair of strong hands caressed her body. She knew it was him. He felt her firm round tits. He massaged her muscular stomach and caressed her tight ass. It felt good to be coveted by a man. Kelly wanted him. She wanted him from the first moment she saw him. She was happy to have him in bed beside her but she was losing patience. She needed him inside her!

Coyote Man moved in behind her. His hands slid from her backside around to her front then down between her legs again. She whimpered as his fingers moved through her pubic hair in search of her swollen labia. Her cries became louder when they parted her lips and went inside. His fingers wiggled and tantalized her insides, driving her to the edge again but denying her the pleasure she so dearly wanted to feel.

"Fuck me!! Fuck me!" she shouted. 

Coyote Man didn't make his move. Instead, Kelly felt something warm and wet squiggle its way toward her clit. It lapped long, slow strokes along her furrow, gently grazing her clit as it passed. He could make her cum any time he wanted.

Kelly was there, on her hands and knees, being swirled in fur, tickled and caressed, massaged and squeezed until her body became putty in the machine's furry clutches. Her circuits were so overloaded with pleasure she couldn't move move by her own free will. Coyote Man's tongue homed in on her button but he still wouldn't let her cum. Kelly didn't even have control of her own orgasm! The fur had control of her body. Coyote Man had control of her mind.

Kelly gave in. "Fuck me! I BEG you! Please FUCK ME!!"

Her voice was so hoarse from screaming she hardly recognized it as her own. 

There was a moment's pause as Coyote Man took his position behind her. She felt a man's body grip her. It made her feel safe and secure. He positioned himself, kneeling, between her legs. Hands roamed Kelly's muscular body and took one last tour of her stomach and her breasts before gripping her by the waist and pulling her back, onto his rock hard cock. She could feel the tension build in his body as she did.

Kelly felt Coyote Man's member, slowly, gently parting her lips and slipping deep inside her. She inhaled a deep breath and let it out slowly. He filled her up with his big dick, just about as much as she could stand. He began to stoke her, building speed with each thrust. He pumped her furiously. Their screams came out in unison with each stroke. The fucking built to a frenzied pace. The two of them were out of their minds in pleasure. Their bodies became one as they approached the horizon of ultimate pleasure.

Kelly screamed out, unconsciously, "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Coyote Man bared his teeth and growled like a dog.

Just when she thought she could take no more, Kelly felt a telltale twitch. Coyote Man exploded inside her. He raised his head to the sky and howled like a wolf. Kelly joined in with a high-pitched cry. 

Kelly's pussy rhythmically constricted and squeezed until she extracted every drop of seed from Coyote Man's body. The two of them collapsed in a heap under the fur. They lay there, together, in dreamy repose, basking in the afterglow of hot, steamy fur sex.

Another blinding white flash surrounded Kelly. She found herself back at the sidewalk cafe. She stared at the box in her hand, pondering what just happened to her. Was it real or did did just imagine it?. She didn't notice her girlfriend calling her name until she felt a gentle nudge on the shoulder.

"Kell? You all right?"

She shook herself back to reality then closed the top on the box.

"Where was I, Jess?"

"What do you mean?" Jessica replied. "You've been sitting right here."

"What's in the box?" queried Jessica.

"Nothing..." Kelly answered with a blank expression. "Nothing but fur."

Kelly snapped the lid closed on the box then hastily stuffed it into her purse. She took one last sip of her drink and stood up.

"C'Mon, Jess. Let's go home."

The two of them walked all the way home without saying a word. Jessica smiled quietly to herself. She secretly rubbed her fingers over the rough engraving on the cover of the little, silver box hidden inside her purse.