Chapter Two

$10,000. That's the reason you were here.

"I want to see you on your knees." The tigress undid her robe, revealing the most magnificent feline phallus you've ever seen in your life, "Right now."

Her purring voice was like honey poured into your ears. Deep. Sultry. Poisonous.

Your legs folded to her command. You drop the envelope on the nearby couch and lower yourself to the plush carpet, hands resting on your thighs, eyes fixed on that slowly throbbing shaft inches from your face.

You've seen plenty of dicks before. Big. Small. Curved. But in the lower district, a full erection didn't come easy or naturally. It was either from sexual enhancements or came from a dirty man that probably had a disease or two--Thank God you were sick that day and called in.

But this tigress... she was harder than stone. The heat radiating from it was as strong as her wealthy musk. She steps closer to you, one clawed hand cradling the back of your head.

The tip of her breeding stick kissed your stunned lips. It's more than warm and far from dead. It's alive. It pulses against your barely parted lips, leaking a glistening bead of clear fluid that slides over your lower lip. She was girthy. Made you question if you could fit her.

"Open wide." She purrs.

Out of the corner of your vision, you see the envelope. You remember why you're here.

So you obey.

She doesn't slide in. Not yet. First, she drags the slick head across the surface of your hot tongue, letting you get a good taste of her flavor. It's musky--Bitter-sweet from sitting in her sheath all day. Her precum is thick like syrup. It's the kind of taste that sticks in your throat so you taste it everytime you breathe out.

Subconsciously, you close your plump lips around her. You swirl your tongue, gliding it around and around like you were tasting the sweetest of candy.

She lets out a deep, vibrating growl.

You hope it's a good one and keep going. She IS gripping your scalp, after all.

You suck her in one inch at a time. Your jaw was already stretching. Your eyes flutter as the barbs drag over your tongue in soft, teasing scrapes.

The moaning growls don't stop, "Mm... fuck, yes," It's like a hiss from a snake, "Just like that..."

You had kept the rhythm in check for now. But that wasn't going to last long. And you should've known better to think otherwise.

She tightens her grip in your hair. She starts thrusting. Slow and mellow, then deeper overtime. Your jaw never relaxed, still aching and aching even more. Your lips stretched around her pulsing girth, throat clenching reflexively every time the tip prods the back of your mouth. She keeps going. And going. Her hips rock forwards.

Harder. Faster. By now, it's spearing your throat. You could gag all you wanted, spit bubbling at the corners of your lips, but she had no intention on stopping.

She growled louder in pleasure, teeth glistening white in the light above. One hand was on you, the other on her rear to push herself down your throat deeper, "Good girl... fuck. Show me you were worth every penny..."

Your throat was raw and open, choking on her prickly baby maker. You gulp around her desperately as she feeds you her inches, balls slapping against your chin. Your nose presses to her pelvis. Her stripes are all you can see. And her cock pulses in your throat.

"Fuck." She groaned.

You dig your hands into her thighs to steady yourself, but massaged her too so you didn't look like you couldn't take it. $10,000. You kept that in your head while she made you give it to her.

You start to adjust to her thick size--then suddenly, she yanks back. Her dick slipped free with a wet pop. You cough, able to breathe freely now. Spit dripped from your chin in long, shining strings.

Before you can ask if you did something wrong or if it was good enough, the canine is crouched beside you. She had a grin on her muzzle.

"My turn."

Rock hard, she pulsed before you. Unlike the tigress, her cock is wild. Longer. Veins throbbed along the shaft. The base was swollen into a forming knot that had a promise behind it--to stretch something open and take over. She grabbed your face in both of her warm hands, and smeared her precum across your cheek with the head of her doggy dick.

The smell was just as alluringly strong as the tigress.

"I want you to be eager for that money, cutie pie. Go on. Beg for this big cock."

You pant. Your throat was raw like a carpet burn, but the heat in your core was controlling your mind.

And she wasn't wrong. You needed that money.

"Please." You beg to her.

"Please, what?"

"Let me taste your big, hard, and perfect cock..."

Her grin shows her teeth, "Good girl."

All you could hear is the sound of your own sputtering gags as she suddenly slammed down your gullet. She fucks your throat like it was the last day on earth. Her hips pistoned as she slammed in you with little warning, knot pounding against your lips. Your jaw... you didn't know it could be opened this much.

You choke. You sputter. Her sheer size is immaculate--bigger than any man you've had. Were all futanari like this?!

She doesn't care that you're drooling and bubbling spit all over yourself. She's groaning. Panting. Her hips were bucking harder with every second that passed.

"Fuck, that's it. Yeah, yeah... Ohh, fuck yes...!"

She suddenly tries to smash her knot into your face, "Take my knot...!" You could feel your lips about to rip open before her knot pops in. She throws her head back and groans out loudly into the room, not caring that her friends could see.

You could feel it pumping down your throat like someone was force feeding you hot yogurt. With every pulse, there's a blast of it. You can feel it hit the walls of your throat. She was panting heavily as her entire cock jumped and convulsed with every rope of seed she fed you.

She pulls back. It took force--a lot of it--before she was able to pop her knot out of your mouth. But her cock stays in. You see her looking down at you with a panting smile as she holds your head back, cock tip still in your mouth, "I want you to taste it." She shudders.

It's hot. Sharp. Endless, it seemed. Her semen was thick and musky--a bitter(somewhat sweet) flavor that tasted just as rich as her bank account. You swallow as much as you can, but it overwhelms you--spilling from your nose, your lips, your chin. Her fingers tighten in your hair as she rides the orgasm out, forcing every drop into your aching maw.

When she finally sets you free, you're beyond a mess. Your throat was on fire. Your chest was heaves.

One load down. One load closer to that money. One load closer to being free from debt. Free from being chained down.

The equine, strong and silent until now, scoops you up out of nowhere like a doll, "You're doing good. But you're far from done."

Great.

She takes you to the bedroom. Her equally horny friends follow. It's just as expensive as you always envisioned. The sheets themselves looked to be priced higher than your entire net worth.

She lays you on them like a prize. You couldn't help but smile, not at them but at the feeling of the sheets. You hadn't slept on proper bedsheets in years.

The mattress felt like a plush memory foam, forming perfectly around your body. All three of them circle you now, towering over you. All hard.

A throbbing barbed cock.

A pulsing red rocket.

A womb-breaking dick with a wide tip.

It's owner grinned.

"My turn."

To be continued in Chapter Three...