Moving Experience
"Moving Experience" © Sapphire, March 10, 2005
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Krysta is © her player and used with permission.
"What?"
The tigress watched me impatiently as I savored a bite of the crisp apple in my paw. I took my time with it, allowing the rivulets of pure sugar to drip down my throat. I hoped my blissful expression was enough to soothe my pet, but she repeated the question.
I tossed the core into the trash can, pausing to mentally congratulate myself for landing a five foot shot. "You're going to have to take care of the movers for me."
Her eyes widened as she evaluated the situation. I knew she had no money, and nothing of equal value to use in trade. In reality, I'd paid them with interest, ,but I wanted to give them a bonus for a job well done. "But I don't have anything..."
I cupped the crotch of her jeans. "There's one thing..." I clawed at the thick denim just to hear her gasp. "Hopefully they'll be okay with that." I muttered with a distracted sigh. She shook her head in protest, but I would have none of it as I walked back to the living room with her in tow.
The massive wolf had a dour expression on his face, as he'd been kept in the living room longer than I'd anticipated. "Where's our money?" He crossed his paws angrily in front of his chest, flanked by three of his assistants.
"I don't have it right now, but I got something that'll make you forget about it." My paw was still holding Krysta's as I brought her closer. I could tell she wanted to say something, but the tigress stayed quiet.
The wolf looked my girl over from top to bottom, shrugging, "I guess she'll have to do, but you'll have to pay us soon." I brought the paw I held up to his, clasping them together before moving out of the way to sit on one of the last remaining folding chairs.
She attempted to cover herself when the big wolf grabbed her shirt and took it off of her. Her perfect, suckable nipples were in view, pink and erect, but the guys had other things in mind. There was a bunny behind the tigress, his paws wrapped around just enough to undo the jeans she was wearing. I was sure that with the way that she was
reacting, he was also rubbing his erection at the base of her tail.
The tigress glanced in my general direction as she fell to her knees in front of the large lupine. She definitely wasn't going to let me down, by the way she nuzzled at his pants, kissing and trying to undo the buttons with her teeth. She gave up after a minute to unlatch the fastener with her paws.
The others moved around to better accommodate her shift to all fours, with the little bunny masturbating at the sheer novelty of the situation. The other three were vying for position and attention from the sleek kitty. My girl easily engulfed the big wolf's small cock in her muzzle.
Smaller sizes made it just that much easier to deep throat, and my sweet kitty was going to town on the cock in front of her. She slurped at him vigorously, allowing her tail to be further raised by the other bunny behind her. He shimmied his hips as he grabbed hers, ears splayed.
"Oh yeah... ain't never had pussy 'fore." The lapine moaned in his native language, ramming himself deep into Krysta. "Just as hot n tight as advertised." I knew it was tight, at least from my excursions with fingers and tongue. She was indeed one of the better sex kittens available.
All of them were moaning their appreciation for the tigress' skills, completely forgetting the fact that I was still in the room. She sucked the wolf like a pro, born to do it, her upraised tail twitching behind her as the lapine reamed her pussy.
He made a face, eyes closed as the eruption happened. His paws were in a near death grip on Krysta, the short clipped nails digging fearlessly into the fur. When he slammed into the tigress the last time, it sealed the deal with an outpouring of shudders and energy that was nearly visible.
The second, smaller bunny was next. His howl was heard through the apartment as the splatters of his semen landed in her striped white fur. She gave herself over to the sensations, carefully drawing her muzzle off to capture the wolf's own seed with her face. Quite beautiful she was when she came, a delicious sight for any pair of eyes.
The fourth was eager still, nudging the back bunny out of the way to take his place at her backside. I wasn't sure where his cock landed inside her, but not soon after I saw the look of extreme, ultimate pleasure on his face. He was pumping her full of his cream to match what the others had done.
They didn't stop, and I think that the only reason that they didn't go for hours and hours was that they'd been moving all day. Each one of the movers got their shots to have a load of their delight in the well-used tigress.
When they finally left, they left Krysta in a heap of fur and purring. I wasn't sure that she could move, but she was doing a great impression of flopping on the floor, with even her breasts gelistening in the cum of the four movers. I smiled at her, allowing her to sleep before I dragged her to the shower and hosed her off. After about an hour of bathing to get the cum out of her fur, she smiled at me blissfully, murmuring something about a moving experience.