Chapter Three

The equine 'woman' had strong arms. Certain. Her body had a radiating heat as she set you down on the soft, cool sheets--silky like a spider's web. The mattress seemed to fit around your shape to cradle you--Memory foam. You had never felt it before.

Your dress is bunched around your hips. They were soaked through from saliva and heat. A little cum too. The equine slides her hands down your body nice and slow. Then, she lifts the hem.

Your bare folds were bared to the three futanari staring down at you, cocks rock hard and ready to go.

"No panties. You listened. Good girl." She said, voice husked with approval.

You feel her warm fingers make a shape, spreading your labia. You moan without meaning to, hips twitching upwards. You hadn't ever been this sensitive. What's gotten into you?

Holy shit. Are you... horny?

You blinked. You never enjoyed sex ever since you started sex work. Every man, woman, and smelly old fart had fun, reaching their climax and getting their rocks off. But not you. You rarely had time to masturbate. You'd get home and crash.

Your body had forgotten what it felt like to feel good. You're soaked. Dripping like a faucet. Your body was aching for something more than just their eyes and fingers. And you knew it.

The canine moved closer to you. You could feel the lust burning over her already. She smiled, watching you twitch in pleasure. Her knot is swollen again, heavy and ready to tie. She wants more, clearly.

They all do. But it's the obsidian equine who takes control. She meant what she said,

"My turn." Her voice was thick. She rolls you over like you're nothing and presses your face into the pillow. Your ass is high in the air. You could feel them all staring. Wet noises follow. They were stroking off to the view, admiring the tight and dripping wet slit of a human.

They're moaning. Low. Patient. Suddenly you feel a heavy ass weight drape over your back.

The equine chuckles under her aroused breaths, her cock thick and heavy as it drags across your jiggly ass cheeks. You feel precum being smeared over your bare skin--first hot then cold like candle wax. She moves down, pulls back a bit...

You gasp. The head of her thick horsecock found your folds. Testing. Nudging. Teasing your soaking wet love tunnel. But she doesn't push in. No.

She moves a bit higher... and knocks at your tight, virgin backdoor.

Your breath catches. You tell her to wait.

She leans down, her breath hot against your ear, "No limits. That was part of the deal. Remember?"

Then... she pushes.

You grip the sheets like you're about to fall, body tensing up as the broad head of her equine meat pressed into your tight star. You're stretching and it hurts. Painful as fuck.

It's mind-numbing. You cry out from her massive cock, burying your face into a pillow as inch after thick inch of her horsecock sinks into you. You feel your guts being rearranged to compensate for the shape and size. Your stomach had an obvious bulge that made the other two futanaris throb with excitement.

Your body trembles. Thighs are shaking, but... you push back into her. You don't know why, but you push your plump rear into her hips. The pain melts into something else. It's sharp but hot. When you helped her bottom out, she let out a low and possessive grunt. Her cock was buried inside you like a bone.

She starts to move. Long, slow strokes from tip to base. She pulls almost all the way out before gliding back in. Over time, she gets more rough. The slap of her hips against your ass echoes in the room. It's loud and wet--lewder than anything you've had. She was using you like a toy, her rhythm steady, relentless, her cock grinding against every nerve inside you.

Her hands grab your shoulders. You weren't going to run away from $10,000 dollars. But she held you to keep you from trying.

The canine moves in front of you, knees on the bed. Her cock was bobbing near your face. "You know what to do, honey."

You barely have time to prepare. She shoves into your mouth again, stretching your throat. She starts pounding your face with the same merciless rhythm from before. Your throat is already sore, but she didn't care. She kept going. To her, your throat was nothing but a second pussy to breed. It was wet. Raw. Tight. And that was enough to have her panting and grunting with pleasure and lust.

Together, they breach you together--one in your gullet and the other claiming your rear end.

You're truly nothing but a hole they paid for. And it feels... fucking good.

Wait... how much did they pay again? $1,000? No... it was $9,000.

Fuck. Who cares? You just wanted them to keep going.

To her surprise, the canine gasps as you grab her hips. You pull her, guiding her already steady thrusts. You moan around the canine's meat, spit and precum drooling out and dribbling down your chin like a baby. Your jaw aching, she thrusts again and again--relentless plowing. Behind you, the equine picks up speed. You hear her breaths getting more heavy and forced. Her moans get louder. Her grip on your hips get tighter.

And you were sure her balls were getting more taut.

You felt her throbbing. She was pounding your ass so hard your vision blurs. Her cock throbs and pulses. Something deep inside you, you feel it swell up and stretch. The outline of her cock in your body--the tip had flared up wide.

She grunts and jerks her hips forward. She holds you down. You hadn't felt ropes of cum so hot before. So thick. So powerful. Her cock pulsated with every shot as her thick ropes of horse seed flooded your ass, filling you with warmth that makes your toes curl. She doesn't pull out--just grinds in deeper.

The canine was getting louder too, groaning more and more until her knot swells.

Now it was your turn. She grab her hips--

"W-what are you..." She stuttered.

You yank her forward and feel your cheeks swell up like a chipmunk saving lunch. She threw her head back, knotting your mouth. Just as you took it, she started twitching and convulsing in your throat, firing her thick doggy nut with every pulse. It shoots down your throat in salty waves.

By now, you're shaking.

Sweating.

Dripping to the mattress, wetting the expensive sheets...

They pull out of you simultaneously. The knot and flare pop out of your from both ends, letting you cough up semen while the equine's load leaks and sputters out of your backdoor.

... Then she steps forward.

The tigress.

You look up at her... and she's grinning.