No Regrets: Equine Misadventures in Paris
No Regrets: Equine Misadventures in Paris
Dear No Regrets magazine,
My name is Clarke. I am a 30-year-old male horse, and I have a story that I believe your readers would be interested to hear.
About a year ago I had suddenly been gripped by an urgent desire to travel. I had grown up in a small farming village, an experience that left me painfully aware of how little the world I had seen. This desire grew and grew, becoming more and more frustrating until I couldn't handle it any longer. I selected a trusted employee to take care of the small business I own and less than a week later I was on a plane to Europe.
The final week of my four-month journey brought me to the city of Paris in France. I had intentionally left Paris for last, and was immensely glad that I did so. This journey was a solitary one, so I was not able to experience the legendary Parisian romance, but the city was alive and vibrant and I enjoyed every second I spent wandering her streets that evening. If any of your readers are considering a holiday in Europe, I strongly recommend Paris!
Presently however, night began to draw in. I had to find a place to stay or risk being picked off the streets by the police as a transient. The larger hotels nearer the city center were much too expensive for my budget, so I began to walk in search of a smaller, cheaper establishment. Within an hour I came across a tiny hotel that looked as though it had once been an apartment building. It was a small place, only three floors, with only four rooms on each of them. I entered, and was informed by the owner, an elderly female deer, that there was a room available. I exchanged a small amount of money for a tiny silver key and was on my way to my room.
My journey to the second floor, where my room was situated, was mostly uneventful. It must have been almost 2am, so most of the guests were probably sound asleep. However, as I reached the second floor, I met a couple in the hallway. The male was a small, slightly overweight fox. He was fiddling fussily with his key, obviously having trouble gaining entrance to his room. Judging by his and his partner's dress, they'd visited an opera or the theatre that night. His tuxedo looked slightly too small for him, most likely due to a lack of honesty on his part as he was arranging to rent it. All in all he seemed a fussy, irritating man, and I would have hoped to get past him without getting caught in conversation if it were not for his partner.
She was a lovely tabby, a little younger than I was as far as I could tell. She was dressed in an exquisite black dress that suited her slim figure perfectly. She had long, brown hair tied up in a complicated bun at the top of her head, and around her slender neck was a black lace choker... Needless to say, I was attracted to her...
She turned as I passed, and as those green eyes met mine for that instant I could tell all I needed to know about her. She was in love with her husband, but he didn't satisfy her in bed. I doubted she'd had a real orgasm in years. I'd seen the look on her pretty face many times before.
Now, I don't consider myself to be an immoral furre... But I have never been one to pass up an opportunity. I decided right there and then that I would have her.
I grinned to her and winked as I passed by. She blushed and averted her gaze, staring blankly at a wall.
I chuckled to myself quietly as I walked past... And oh, as luck would have it, my room was right next to theirs...
I gained entry to my room simply by placing my key in the lock and turning it in the opposite direction from the fox next door. I heard a flustered mutter from him before he too managed to unlock his door. What an idiot.
Once in my room there was nothing left but sleep... Before I would be allowed to rest however, I would have to lie in bed and listen to the rhythmic thudding from the other side of the wall as the gorgeous tabby's husband confirmed that suspicion of mine. I've had my share of sexual partners, and I knew that the feminine gasps and moans I could hear through the plaster, though deliciously arousing, were almost if not completely faked.
I got out of bed and walked over to the full-length mirror that stood in the corner of the room. As I listened to the fat fox oafishly grunt over his wife's musical moaning I stripped off my clothes and began to study my naked body in the mirror.
I don't like to boast, but I like the think I have an impressive body. The money I make from running that small company I mentioned pays for a lot of gym time, and many hours of hard work had given me a body worth the expensive membership. The body I studied in the mirror was jet black, muscled with very little fat, and had been one of the primary factors in inspiring more than one of my personal secretaries to hitch up their skirts and spend their lunch break spread out over my desk.
Of course one of the other factors was my cock. As I listened to the lovely tabby fake a second orgasm I let a hand drop into my lap, gently teasing the member that hung limp between my legs. It was six inches already, and would grow by another six once aroused. I considered masturbating to the older woman's deceptive moaning, but her husband's grunt and gasps were far too much of a mood killer... I honestly wondered how she could stomach being underneath him for so long. Luckily for me it wouldn't be too much longer before their moans subsided and I could finally relax, catch up some sleep and dream up the beautiful woman's seduction...
My chance would come the next evening.
As I made my way back to my room after dinner the hotel phone began to ring. For some reason I decided to answer. It was the woman's husband.
"Could you take a message to my wife?" He asked. He obviously thought I was part of the hotel staff.
"Tell her I need a taxi in about an hour to take me back to the hotel please. And don't forget, this is very important, I won't be able to get back in time otherwise."
I grinned. "Certainly. I'll be sure to pass that along to your wife."
"Thank you very much." He said before he hung up.
I still had that big grin on my face. It seemed that the sultry feline and I would be alone for some time...
I quickly began to climb the stairs. I had to be fast. I knew I had an hour, but who knows how long it would take her husband to find a taxi after one failed to appear. I pushed my way into my room and headed straight for the bathroom, stripping naked as I went. I hopped into the shower, lathering up my body as quickly as I could. All in all I couldn't have been in there more than five minutes. Then all that remained was to dry off and compose myself. A few minutes later I opened the door and, still naked, left my room.
The sound of crockery crashing to the floor behind me made me spin around. Before me stood a teenage skunkette in a maid's uniform. Evidently she had been carrying a trayful of food to one of the rooms as a late night snack and my sudden appearance had caused her to drop them. She seemed unconcerned with the pile of broken china around her feet though, her attention focused solely on me. I could see her eyes dart from point to point on my body... I didn't mind at all.
"Bonjour Mademoiselle..." I said with a grin, placing one hand on my hip.
"Ooh la la..." She said, her hands clasped over her breasts, a coy smile spreading across her face. "Aimeriez-vous... le service de chambre monsieur?"
I just smiled... My French wasn't that good unfortunately. "I have no idea what you just said girl, but I like the way you said it..."
The girl giggled, bending down to start clearing up the mess at her feet. I turned my attention back to the task at hand.
I stood outside the Tabby's door and listened for a moment. I could hear the sound of running water coming from inside. Excellent... I knocked and the sound cut off suddenly. I could hear the woman moving around inside for a good minute or two before the door finally opened. She was wearing nothing but a hotel bathrobe, her brown hair wet and plastered to her shoulders. I felt myself stir at the sight... That would save valuable time when I came to undress her.
Her face was blank for a moment, as if her brain rejected what she saw. I didn't blame it. After all, it's not usual to open your door to a naked stranger.
Her eyes widened as she accepted the reality of my presence, her mouth opening in a gasp. "Mon Dieu!" She squealed, covering her gaping mouth with a paw.
Her eyes dipped right away to my cock... They always did.
"Hi." I said, smiling casually. "My name's Clarke.
"C...Cecile..." She whispered, her paw slowly dropping from her mouth. "Wh.. What are you doing Monsieur?"
I grinned. "I would have thought that was obvious Cecile." I said, laying a hand on her shoulder and gently pushing my way into the room, closing the door behind me.
"Monsieur, please..." She said, backing away from me slowly, nervously. "You must leave at once, my husband will be back any moment."
I slowly advanced on her, watching her carefully. She was backing away from me, but she was backing towards the bed... I could see her chest rise and fall deeply underneath her robe... and besides, every two seconds her eyes flickered back to my cock. Her want was obvious.
I stepped forward quickly and wrapped one arm around her waist, pressing her small form against me firmly. She squealed but did not resist. Her eyes were on mine now. She seemed scared, but I knew that would soon pass. She had her paws up against my chest, but she wasn't trying to push me away.
"Monsieur, s'il vous plaît..." She murmured softly. "I can't, I'm married..."
I lowered my head and pressed my lips to her neck just below her ear, kissing at her fur there. She shuddered against me, a soft gasp escaping her. My hands went to her shoulders, slipping the bathrobe over them. She pulled away from me then, shaking her head. A quick tug was all it took to tear her robe from her, leaving her naked before me.
She squealed, staggering away from me a couple of steps. "Monsieur! Non!" She cried, one arm covering her breasts, the other going between her legs to cover her sex. I simply strode forward once more, taking a wrist in each hand and parting them, exposing her to my eyes. She lowered her gaze shyly as I drank in her nakedness. She had a lovely body, far too good for her fat husband. There was no way a man like him could satisfy such a beauty.
I pushed her and she fell back onto the bed. As she saw me approach, she opened her legs. That was enough invitation for me.
I climbed onto her, taking hold of her wrists and pinning them on each side of her head. Her eyes were on me, still scared, but I could see the need in them. Her chest was heaving now and she arched her back as my hardness pressed against her stomach. I pressed my lips to hers, forcing my tongue between her lips. After a moment of hesitation, her tongue found mine and we kissed. She was an excellent kisser... I understand completely why they call it a French kiss. Soon though, I broke the kiss, pulling back my hips, preparing to take her.
"S'il vous plaît monsieur..." She whined, raising a paw to stroke my cheek. "Please, do not make me do this... I have always been faithful to my husband..."
I ignored her, placing my cockhead against her entrance.
"Please, no..." She whimpered softly. "I'm not on any birth control, we can't... Take my mouth instead, please..."
"Shut up..." I murmured, thrusting my hips forward.
She gave a delightful little squeal as my cock parted her sexlips, plunging six inches deep inside of her. She had a wonderful pussy... Though her pussy squeezed me as snugly as a teenager's, her wetness made penetrating her as easy as sliding into partially melted butter. She breathed hotly against my ear, throwing her arms up around my neck, pressing her breasts into my chest. But that was not enough for me. I had another six inches of shaft to sink into her.
She shuddered against me as I began to slowly push forwards, squirming under me uncomfortably.
"Oh! Non... Non... You're too big, please stop..."
Naturally I continued to push forwards. I could feel her pussy stretching to accommodate me, her whole sex quivering powerfully around me as I squeezed another two inches inside her.
"Monsieur please!" She whimpered. "No more, it hurts!"
"Shut up..." I told her again, continuing to feed my cock into her hungry sex.
She complained no more after that, simply writhing cutely beneath me as I pushed deeper and deeper into her, moaning and whimpering, clutching me to her tightly. Her hips were quivering along with her sex now, and I was wondering if I should relent. After all, I didn't want to break the poor woman.
Suddenly, her legs wrapped around me my waist. She pressed sharply on my waist with the back of her legs, forcing the final two inches inside of her, giving a sharp scream as her pussylips kissed my crotch. We were both silent and still for a moment, the only sound in the room our laboured breathing.
"Ohhhh Monsieur..." She crooned softly, all trace of hesitance and fear gone from her voice. "I had no idea I could fit so much inside me..."
I grinned, kissing her neck as she began to tease the back of my neck with her claws. I lifted my hips, beginning to slowly fuck the beautiful Parisienne, listening as her pussy made quiet, erotic wet sounds around my dick.
In barely a minute I had her moaning for me. Not the faked, porn movie moaning I had heard from her last night, but throaty, animal groans that told me exactly how good I was making her feel. She was a delight to fuck too, she knew exactly how to move her body with mine to bring us both the greatest possible pleasure, matching her breathing with mine so our chests rose and fell against each other in perfect synchronisation. I decided I needed to treat this woman to something special.
I lifted my hips, pulling inch after inch of my cock from her pussy. She tried to lift her hips to come with me, to keep my dick inside her, but I placed my hand on her hips, holding her down. I pulled out of her until my only my cockhead was inside her... Then plunged all twelve inches inside her at once. She cried out in pleasure, arching her back. "Ah! Oui! Oui! C'est si bon!"
I smiled, doing it to her again... and again. I didn't know what her words meant, but the sentiment behind them was all too obvious. I firmly believe that this was the greatest fuck of her life. After a few minutes of being constantly impaled on my 12 inches dick again and again she was frantic. She was clutching at me, the bedsheets, anything, writhing, gasping and panting... I knew she was ready. I leant down to her then and she wrapped herself around me as I began to screw her hard and fast. I brought her to orgasm almost instantly, and she groped at my shoulders, her hips bucking hard against mine. I could feel a wet heat on my crotch and my sac as her juices gushed around my cock, soaking me... And then it was my turn.
I leaned over her, beginning to rut her with an animalistic fury. I didn't care about her anymore. I had given her climax. Now she was solely there to pleasure me, and that was exactly how I intended to use her.
She must have guessed what I was about to do. She shook her head, her eyes taking on that scared look as when I'd first entered her room. "No, don't..." She whimpered. "Not inside me, I'm not on birth control..."
I ignored her totally. I lifted her legs up above her head, elevating her hips a little so that I could go even deeper inside her when I thrusted into her for the final time.
"Non! Non!!" She cried, but it was too late. She gasped as I gave her that final thrust, her eyes widening as she felt my cock spasm inside her, felt the first hot splash as my seed spilled into her womb... And that was it. She protested no longer, simply sighing contentedly as I steadily filled her, her hips twitching at each new spray of jism that my cock delivered.
I grunted as my orgasm came to its sticky end. I pulled all but my cockhead out of her once more and gripped my cock around its base, giving it one long squeeze from base to tip, milking the last of my cum from my cock and depositing it just inside her silky lips. She just smiled at me, rubbing her long legs against my sides.
I rolled off her and onto my back, resting my head on top of my arms. After a moment of hesitation she pressed herself to my side, laying her cheek on my chest. I was covered in sweat, but she didn't seem to mind. One paw trailed over my stomach, and I could feel her purring gently.
"That was incredible..." She cooed softly. "I've never been fucked like that before..."
I grinned, pushing her off me as I got to my feet. "I told you, your husband can't handle you."
As I walked to the door, she sat up, calling after me. "My husband is away tomorrow as well... Will you come and love me again?" She said anxiously.
I shrugged. "Maybe..." And with that, still naked and cock dripping with Cecile's juices, I left.
Upon entering my room a pleasant surprise awaited me.
The maid I had met in the hallway was splayed out on my bed, wearing nothing but her underwear. Her crotch of her panties were soaked... I had no doubt that she'd been listening to Cecile and I.
"Fifty Euros and I am yours for the night..." The teenaged skunkette said huskily, stroking one paw along her thigh suggestively. Without hesitation I climbed into bed with her.
Monique, as I discovered her name to be, turned out to be as insatiable as I. Within minutes I had the Skunkette screaming, and I kept her that way until the early hours of the morning. I had no doubt that Cecile was listening to us.
The next morning there was a knock on the door. The slutty skunkette had returned to me in the morning, offering herself to me without any suggestion of payment, and I was happy to oblige her with a good hard fucking, as always. I pulled out of Monique and left her gasping on the bed as I strode to the door.
It was Cecile.
"I've left my husband." She said hesitantly. I saw her eyes flicker to the bed, her eyes widening as she saw the naked form of Monique.
I simply stood in the doorway, looking at her expectantly. This seemed to fluster her a bit... Obviously she'd expected a stronger reaction.
"I... I love you..." She said, her eyes searching mine.
I smiled a little, but continued to simply stare.
Moments later, blushing deeply, she tore open her top and exposed her breasts to me. "Please..." she said desperately. "Nobody can satisfy me like that but you... I need you!"
I smiled, amused, and closed the door. I heard Cecile's soft footsteps move away from my door as I returned to my horny skunkette. She parted her legs for me and welcomed me inside her body.
I left for the airport that evening. I had gotten all I wanted out of Paris, and I was ready to return home.
A couple of weeks ago I got a letter from Cecile. Apparently she had returned to her husband and begged his forgiveness immediately after I had rejected her. He had welcomed her back, and things had gone back to normal. That is, until she had given birth to a part feline part equine baby nine months later. A month later she had married an ex-pornstar, and together they had opened up what was quickly becoming Paris's most popular sex club. According to Cecile, Monique, the slutty skunkette, was now their most popular hostess.
As for me? As luck would have it I was given a seat on the aeroplane right beside a fellow equine. This mare had also submitted to her wanderlust, though America had been her continent of choice. A quick romp in her hotel room and a few more at my place convinced her to spent all four months of her planned journey in my hometown, and at the end of those months she announced that she never intends to leave. We're planning to get married soon.
She's not quite as insatiable as other women I've known, but when it comes to sex she more than makes up for the lack of quantity with quality, and so far she's the only woman I've met who can make me wait for sex!
Once we're married we plan to go to Paris to meet Cecile and her new husband. Who knows what might come out of that? Maybe I will even write in again and tell you all about it.
Yours without regrets,
Clarke