Pole Cat - Chapter 02
#2 of Pole Cat
Preface: This story is loosely based on my avatar's experiences in SecondLife. I've been careful to leave out any names, as some artistic license will be taken in this series.
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Pole Cat - Chapter 2
By Dalan
For the entire week after my first encounter at the club I was on pins and needles. At work, all I could think about was the hyena's suggestion that I give dancing at the club a try...well...that and the absolute mind-blowing fuck she'd given me. In all my days I honestly don't think I'd ever met someone as wild as her sexually. Sure, I'd dated a few wildcats (pardon the pun) in my day, but none were quite that lewd. She'd been the culmination of every straight guy's fantasy: Brazen, wanton, and insatiable. By the time I'd walked out of the club that night she'd coaxed three more loads from me, making it damned difficult to stand, let alone walk.
The thought of perhaps repeating that performance the next week made it difficult to concentrate on work. More than once I had to head for the washroom and relieve my aching balls of their simmering payload, all the while thinking of sinking my cock back into that hyena's unbelievably wet pussy. I also thought of that cheetah, the one who'd fingered herself right beside me...and for some reason I also thought about the wolf that had been dancing right in front of me...the one with the cruise missile of a cock.
Like I said before: Poles, holes...it's all good. I've had my share of experiences from both genders, and my preference really depends on my mood at the time. Hells, I remember going to frat parties in college and bedding both males and females in the same night...mostly at the same time. I tell you, there's very little that can compare to giving at getting at the same time in terms of feeling. Just thinking of those wild nights was enough to make my sheath swell.
I'd already put together a bit of ensemble in terms of a 'costume' by mid-week. It wasn't much really: A pair of leather shorts, a fishnet tank-top, and a leather thong a college roommate had bought me. He was gay, and he would constantly hit on me as a joke. He gave me the thong, daring me to wear it and model it for him...heh...well...let's just say he learned that night that I was bi. We spent that night in each other's arms, and since then I'd always considered it my lucky thong...I hoped it still had some of that sexual magic left in it.
Anyway, when the weekend finally arrived I was a ball of sexual energy...as well as scared shitless. Ok, it's one thing to shake your ass on the dance floor when you're out on a date...quite another to do a strip-tease in front of total strangers. Was I really ready for this? Could I honestly pull it off? I wasn't worried so much about the tips or any other fringe benefits, but I also didn't want to go out there and make a total ass of myself either. Sure, I'd done a few teasing steps here and there in my day, but to actually pole-dance before a crowd?
Still, I'd said I was going to do it, and why not? You only live once...
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I made it to the club at about the same time as I had before, and as usual the party was in full swing. I recognized a few familiar furs there from the week before, and every one of them gave me that knowing smile and wink. Crap...they remembered me. Of course, this meant the moment I hit the poles their eyes would be on me, which did nothing to calm the growing butterflies in my stomach. Well, I figured if sheer force of will couldn't calm my nerves, I'd have to rely on something a bit more chemical in nature. I headed for the bar to order me up something tall, strong, and senses-numbing.
As I sipped my drink (this time staying by the bar), I looked around at all the furs milling about. Compared to last week things looked pretty tame. Most of the pole-dancers were still clothed somewhat decently (no bits or tits hanging out), and the couches were full of people just sitting normally. The bed was empty, and judging from the cleanliness of the sheets no one had used it...yet. What I also noticed, to my disappointment, was the hyena was nowhere to be seen. After all she'd done to 'convince' me to do what I was about to, and she wouldn't be there to see it. I had half a mind to just down my drink, pay the tab, and head home.
That was, until I felt that warm, furry hand on my shoulder...
I turned and beheld what looked like a vision from Heaven itself. She was a snow-white wolf with the most striking blue eyes I'd ever seen. Golden blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face perfectly. She wore a low - and I mean low - cut dress that almost looked blood red in colour. It made her fur glow and my sheath begin to strain against that thong.
"Well well," she said with a seductive smile. "Welcome back." I cocked my head slightly, to which she chuckled. "I saw your 'performance' last weekend," she said, at which point my ears grew warm. "No need to be embarrassed." She leaned in closer. "I came three times watching you and that hyena."
"Uh...thanks," I said, again at a loss for words. Is this the kind of thing porn stars have to deal with? I mean, what do you say to someone who's just admitted they got off from watching you fuck your brains out? I took a rather long, nervous pull from my drink, wishing the alcohol would hurry the fuck up and soothe my jitters.
The wolfess took note of my apparent nervousness and laughed. "A little gun-shy tonight, stud?" she asked. The mock disappointment in her voice made me chuckle.
"Just oiling up the gears," I said, lifting my drink and downing the rest of it. The alcohol burned as it trickled down my throat, but it was a welcome warmth...it went with my still-blushing ears. I slid off the stool as I placed the empty glass on the bar, and then turned to her. "Care to dance?" I asked, extending my hand to her. She smiled and clasped it with her own, and we headed out to the dance floor.
The DJ was a master alchemist when it came to combining bass, drums, and hormones. The floor was packed with furs, all rubbing against each other as the tribal trance music poured from the speakers. Hands, paws, and claws all traced over bodies indiscriminately; modesty was nowhere to be seen here. Males and females alike swooned as their bodies rubbed and gyrated. The air was already beginning to grow thick with the scent of arousal, and the sexual tension was making my whiskers vibrate wildly.
The wolfess and I fell into the same groove as the other furs on the floor, and before long her body slithered across mine like that of a serpent. My body moved in time with hers as the music drove us onward. At one point she wrapped a leg around my waist and ground her hips shamelessly against my growing bulge. I saw her eyes begin to glaze over as my hands slid down to her ass, pulling her crotch harder against me. She moaned softly, running her tongue over her muzzle before pulling away. She turned her back to me, again rubbing her body against mine, and moving her tail just enough so my bulge rested in between her shapely ass cheeks. She pushed back hard against me while I ran my hands over her curves. My fingers brushed over her braless breasts, and I felt her nipples grow hard just from my slight touch. She then whirled about, facing me again and running her hands down my chest. At this she cocked her head in curiosity. She could feel the texture of the tank top I wore underneath my shirt, and she grinned.
I gave her a knowing, if somewhat apprehensive look, but the smoldering lust in her eyes was encouraging. I didn't really realize it at the time, but in a club like this, it didn't matter how skilled you were on the dance floor...that was just the precursor...the prelude to what really went on here. She'd chosen me that night, and no matter what I did or how I fared, she was going to have me. All in all, I had nothing to lose.
The speakers began thumping out 'Self Imposed' by Absurd Minds as I gripped the brass pole before me. I closed my eyes, fighting back my nervousness and letting the introductory BOOM-THWAP...BOOM-THWAP of the song course through my body. Almost of their own accord my hips began moving...slowly at first, but with each passing second I could feel my mind sink deeper and deeper into the music, and my body began to react.
It wasn't long before I began dancing around the pole, rubbing up against it lewdly...which looked admittedly strange given I was still dressed rather casually. My tail flicked almost in time to the music as I tried to imitate the many moves I'd seen other strippers do. From strutting around the pole to sliding around it, to even climbing it...I thought it was a fairly clumsy routine, but I didn't hear anyone booing.
When I finally opened my eyes, I felt blessed that for the most part the other furs seemed interested either in their own dancing, or in the other strippers on the poles. Perfect; this gave me the chance to get a bit more comfortable with what I was doing. I stole a glance at the dance floor during one of my turns, wondering what happened to the wolfess I'd been rubbing up against before. She was still dancing, some male wolf's hands all over her body but she was still staring at me, a look of anticipation in her eyes. As her new dance partner's hands moved up to knead and squeeze her breasts, she licked her lips slowly at me.
In response, I gripped the bottom of my shirt and pulled upwards as sexily as possible. I heard a few gasps and grunts of approval come from the crowd as they saw the tank top I was wearing underneath. I couldn't help but grin goofily as I tossed my shirt to the floor. It was hard not to giggle as I realized I was actually stripping...me...Mr. Average...peeling my clothes off for a bunch of strangers and loving it. I began fumbling with my belt buckle, which made more than a few furs turn my way. Once undone I slowly began to pull at it, removing it and letting it join my shirt on the floor, all the while continuing to dance as seductively as I could.
Each dance pole had a small tip jar beside it, and I happened to glance at it a few times. I felt like giggling again as I noticed it start to accumulate more than cigarette ashes. The furs here were enjoying this...enjoying me. My entire body began to tingle at this, which only drove me onward. After a few more turns I unbuttoned my jeans and then hoisted myself up on the pole. While holding myself up there with one hand I began removing my jeans with the other, exposing the leather shorts underneath. People began cheering at this, including some of the other strippers.
It took a few moments, but eventually I kicked off the jeans, them accidentally landing in the lap of a fox sitting on the couch in front of the stage. The look in his eyes told me I'd have to 'persuade' him to give them up at the end of the night...damn...and those were my favourites too. Oh well...the fox didn't look that bad...maybe we could 'work' something out.
I noticed a couple on the couch not too far from me, alternately paying attention to me and then to each other. It was a male white tiger and a female tux cat, both decked out in what looked like leather fetish gear. Her head was in his lap, playfully nuzzling what looked like a rather prominent bulge in those leather pants of his. She would look up at me occasionally and give me a seductive, knowing smile each time I looked at her. The white tiger was much the same, offering me a kind smile, along with the odd wink or lick of his lips. It didn't take a genius to figure out he was like me in terms of preference.
As one song ended and another began, I tried to change up my routine a little, moving my body in time with the new beats blasting from the speakers. I strutted around the pole some more, climbed up it and slid down using only my legs to hold me, looped one leg around it and ground my hips against it...the pole was rapidly turning into a substitute yiff toy. The leather shorts I was wearing were quickly becoming uncomfortable as my growing bulge began straining against it. Thinking of the wolfess eyeing me while being groped, along with the increasingly aroused audience was beginning to get to me.
I decided to take things a step further as the music continued on. As I moved, I ran a claw up the side of my shorts, slowly severing the threads holding the seam together. More and more eyes fell on me as I did so, many in the audience licking their lips in anticipation. The fox holding my jeans now leaned forwards, his eyes following my claw as it dragged up...up...up...
Once done on one side I did the same on the other. The shorts fell away, and the crowd cheered as they beheld the thong that was barely containing my swelling sheath. I let out a purring moan as the pressure instantly released from my crotch. The thong kept my sheath concealed, but there was enough play in it that I could be almost completely hard and no one would notice unless they just up and copped a feel...
Which is exactly what I felt a moment later...
I nearly stumbled as I felt someone's arm wrap around my abdomen. I looked down and saw a familiar white-furred paw starting to move towards my thong-covered bulge, and then I felt her warm body push up against my back. I moaned as I felt her hot and heavy breathing in my ear, my senses being once again overtaken by my own lust.
My entire body jerked involuntarily as I felt her hand close around my bulge and start stroking. I began grinding my hips slowly, still keeping up the illusion that I was putting on a show, but with each passing second I knew my time at pole-dancing was nearing an end for the night.
"I wanted to wait until you were finished," she whispered lustfully, "but the second I saw that thong I couldn't help myself." She gave my bulge a squeeze. "I just love thongs." I then felt her hand begin to slide in between the leather and my waist, and her fingers brushed against my now-throbbing length. "Mmmm...they always have something nice and hard in them."
I moved to turn and face her, but she kept me in place. "Just keep moving, lover," she said lowly. Her hand now slid fully into the thong, and I thought I was going to pass out from ecstasy when she started stroking my pre-soaked length. "Let's give these folks a show, baby...yeah...let me stroke your cock in front of all these people." The audience's cheering grew louder as I began rocking my hips again in time to the music, careful not to get carried away. The last thing I wanted at that moment was to dislodge that lupine's hand from my cock.
Remember what I said earlier, about the dancing just being a precursor? Well, it seemed the wolfess wasn't the only one with their eyes on me this night. The fox who'd caught my jeans from earlier had made his way up onto the stage and was moving towards the wolfess and I. I would have chuckled at the sight of him, dressed only in black leather chaps and a pair of zebra-striped briefs, but my mind was so soaked with lust at that point I could barely think straight. I did, however, take note at how full his briefs seemed...apparently he'd been enjoying the show.
The wolfess' tongue slipped out and gave my ear a slow, teasing lick just as the fox knelt before me. I heard her giggle as, with her other hand, she worked to pull the thong away, presenting my cock to the male's opening muzzle. "Mmmm," she purred. "I think foxy wants him some kitty." She pointed my throbbing length at the fox, still stroking it as she did so. I gasped as I felt his tongue's first tentative lick on my flesh, and then stifled a roar as I felt him engulf me completely.
Any pretense of dancing at this point was long gone. My hips stopped grinding in time to the music, and were now working on a steady rhythm between the wolfess' stroking hand, and the fox's suckling muzzle. My ears were ringing so much from my pounding heart that I barely registered the wild cheering of the crowd. My vision had all but gone spotty from the sensory overload my body was experiencing. The fox was a master cocksucker, and it was taking every waning ounce of control I had not to let this end so quickly. As it was, I could feel a steady, pulsing stream of pre leaking from my cock onto the fox's tongue.
I moved one hand from the pole and reached behind me, running it up the wolfess' leg and under her short-cut dress. She moaned softly and parted her legs as my hand moved over her ass. I was only mildly surprised she wasn't wearing any panties and let out a lust-filled exhale as my fingers brushed against her soaked outer lips. She gave my ear a playful nip and squeezed my sheath a bit as I stroked along her pussy, smearing her slick juices both on my fingers and on her tailhole. One finger each found their ways into her openings and I heard her whimper slightly, which only drove me onward.
"Oh...oh god," she moaned, beginning to rock her hips on my two probing fingers. "Y...yeah...that's it...oh fuck...gods..." She moved slightly to one side, giving my fingers better access to her, which allowed me to sink them in even deeper. I grinned a little more, loving the slightly more dominant role I was playing in this furry sandwich I was in. I winced, though, as the fox began working my shaft even harder now, determined to take the first of what I hoped would be several loads tonight.
Luckily he didn't have to wait very long. That crafty little fox had sneaked a hand in between my legs while I'd been distracted with the wolfess and had pulled the remainder of my thong aside, exposing my tailhole to his probing fingers. I felt him begin to tease me a little around the rim with his fingertip, and my moans soon turned into growls of lust. The moment he pressed a digit inside, however...that was too much.
I craned my neck back and roared as loudly as I could, slamming my hips into the fox's muzzle and jamming my fingers into the wolfess as deeply as I could. I thought I'd cum my hardest last week with that hyena, but that was nothing compared to the near-debilitating orgasm I experienced in this impromptu three-way. I swear my cock recoiled as I fired one jet of seed after another down the fox's gullet. He gulped greedily, though wasn't fast enough to swallow it all.
The wolfess behind me moaned loudly and I felt her body stiffen just before I felt a spreading wetness on my hand. I had to admit I felt a little ashamed at that moment, giving her such a weak orgasm when compared to my own convulsing eruption. She definitely deserved better than that.
My cock finally stopped twitching in the fox's mouth, and he reluctantly let it slip out, mindful to lick it clean of any remaining cum before he stood up. I smiled, seeing that he hadn't been able to swallow all I had to offer. His cum-soaked smile had to be one of the sexiest things I'd seen, and I felt myself wanting to help him 'clean up,' as it were. However, having one hand on the dance pole, and the other firmly planted between a wolfess in the throes of an orgasm limited my movement somewhat.
Finally, I felt the lupine behind me relax and wrap her arms around me tightly. "Mmmmm...that was so good," she whispered, then I heard her giggle. "Looks like foxy enjoyed himself too...hope he didn't get all you had to offer."
"Oh," I said. "There's more where that came from...but maybe we should move somewhere more...comfortable." She murred in agreement as I withdrew my fingers from her, taking a moment to lick them clean before turning towards the fox. I moved close, slowly licking my cum off his face while giving his rather prominent bulge a good, long squeeze. "How 'bout you, stud?" I asked in between licks. "You did so well getting me off...it's only fair that I return the favour. Care to join us?"
"Oh hell yeah," he replied...well...moaned, anyway. Hand in hand, the three of us descended from the stage and made our way over towards the still-unoccupied bed. I turned toward the wolfess and leaned in, kissing her hotly while I helped her out of her dress. When it fell away I took a moment to drink in her body, and felt my cock twitch with anticipation. Snow white fur covered every inch of her body, and as I ran my hands through it I marveled at how soft it was. She moaned as I cupped her ample breasts, running my fingers over her already hard nipples.
"Why don't you lay down," I said to her, motioning towards the bed. "I'll be with you in a moment," She nodded and crawled onto the king-sized bed, lying on her back and spreading her legs. She began stroking her sopping wet pussy slowly as I turned my attention to the fox, deftly undoing whatever clothes he had left on. I was on my knees before him when I pulled down his briefs and freed his vulpine length. I had to admit that for a fox, he was rather well-hung. The moment his scent hit my nostrils I felt my mind reaching back into those crazy college days of mine. I realized that it had been years since I'd been with a male, more out of a lack of opportunity than anything. I'd almost forgotten how much I enjoyed those days.
I reached up and stroked his length slowly, and then gave it a long, slow lick. He groaned and I saw his own pre begin to dribble out of him. I lapped at it greedily, loving its musky taste. I was tempted to just continue to lap and suckle his cock, but the whimpering moan I heard coming from the bed told me someone was getting impatient. I looked up at the fox, continuing to stroke his length slowly. "Shall we?" I asked. He nodded and we both crawled onto the bed towards the wolfess.
I had a feeling that the fox was more interested in me than the lupine lovely lying before us, so with some gentle coaxing I got her onto her hands and knees. She looked back at me, smiling as she lifted her tail, exposing a pussy in dire need of some attention. Had I not already been hard from the anticipation of what was about to happen, just the sight of her would have remedied that in a heartbeat.
I knelt behind her and rubbed the head of my cock around her outer lips, teasing her slightly...big mistake. The moment I dipped the head into her opening she growled and slammed her hips back, crying out in lust as she took me in one hard stroke. All pretense of teasing was gone from her now...all that remained was the lust...the need to mate...the primal cry for release. Her pussy churned around my invading length, massaging it...milking it.
I looked back at the fox and winked at him, raising my own tail in invitation. He grinned devilishly and moved behind me. Within moments I could feel his cockhead smearing his pre on my tailhole and I shuddered in anticipation. When I felt his head finally press into me, followed by his length I let out a growl of lust. Giving and getting...not a feeling like it in the world.
We fell into a quick but steady rhythm with our movements, careful not to dislodge ourselves accidentally. The wolfess was going wild, moaning and crying out as my cock pounded away at her pussy. At the same time I could hear the fox murring and panting as he drove his length deep into my ass. I could also feel the beginnings of his knot bumping up against me, and I wondered briefly if I'd be able to take it. After all, it had been a few years...
The wolfess looked back at me, and her eyes went wide as she realized what was going on. "Oh god," she said. "Yeah...f...fuck me...ahhh...." The site of me mounting her, and me also being mounted, seemed to turn her on even more. "C...c'mon kitty," she begged. "R...ram that cock into me...m...make me your bitch...yeah...oooohh yeahhh."
I picked up the pace, as did the fox and before long our synchronized threesome must have looked like a choreographed frenzy. Like the week before, I became oblivious to all the eyes that were on us. All my senses could do were to take in the sensation of the wolfess' pussy around my cock, and the fox's cock plowing happily away in my backside. Our combined lustful scents were driving me closer...ever closer to the edge...
Suddenly the wolfess cut loose a howl and drove her hips back, burying my cock as deeply inside her as it would go. The force of her thrust, combined with the fox, allowed him to push his now-swollen knot into me. My eyes went wide at the sensation, but whatever pain that was there was quickly eradicated as I felt first the wolfess' pussy begin to gush over my invading member, and then the fox begin to unload himself into me.
I roared again, not holding back and letting my orgasm take over. Hot tiger seed sprayed the womb of the wolfess, who was quivering from the intensity of her own orgasm. I wrapped my arms around her waist and at the same time felt the fox do the same to me. Our hips moved only slightly as our bodies all convulsed, bringing to a cataclysmic end what had started on the stage.
At long last, the tidal wave of lust receded and our bodies all relaxed. The fox was first, gently pulling himself out of me with a wet POP sound. I moaned as I felt his sperm leak out of my tailhole, running hotly down my inner thighs. I then began to slide out of the wolfess, who whimpered as my now-softening cock finally pulled free.
I collapsed beside the wolfess as she settled onto her stomach, both of us panting heavily. I rolled onto my back and she snuggled in beside me, kissing me tenderly in between her hard-fought for breaths. On the other side of me, the fox had nestled his head on my chest and was murring softly. Gods...I thought I'd died and gone to some kind of sexual heaven.
"Mmmm," the wolfess cooed. "Now I know how that hyena felt." She nuzzled under my chin. "Not bad for your first pole-dance, eh?"
I chuckled. "Hell of a night," I said, pulling both of them closer to me. "Can't think of a better way to end it." We all kissed and cuddled until we all felt strong enough to move again. Slowly we all rose from the bed and found our clothes had all been retrieved for us. Part of me wished I'd packed a change of underwear with me; I was gonna have a bitch of a time explaining to any cabby the growing wet spot around my ass. Oh well...a little humiliation was well worth what I just went through.
The three of us spent the rest of the night on the couch, all cuddled up and watching the other dancers on the stage. If anyone had walked in and seen us like that, they would have thought we were all long-lost lovers or something...not three furs who'd only met a few hours ago. I sighed, knowing that eventually this would end, and we'd all go our separate ways. It was a little disappointing, but I had to be careful not to read more into this than what it was: We all had an itch, and we helped each other scratch it...mission accomplished. Sure, it would sting a little to part with them, but hey, that's life.
All too soon, the inevitable time came, and we drifted apart. No phone numbers, no promises for the next week, no strings attached. We hugged and kissed all one last time before we went our separate ways, but before the fox turned away from me he handed me a card. With a mischievous grin he said: "I know the action here's good...but if you're ever looking for a change of pace, give this place a go." He gave me one last kiss on the cheek before heading out of the club and into the night.
I took a moment to look at the card, and grinned goofily. A change of pace, eh? As I pocketed the card I immediately began planning for my next weekend...
And my next encounter...
TO BE CONTINUED.