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           Here's a story that didn't take

place in a zoo, nor a game park, nor in the wild. In fact, I'm sure you will

never guess until after I tell you, at which point it will be moot.

One of my classmates from high

school went on to be a geologist. He was a damn good one, and he made a ton of

money working for the oil companies. At this time, there was exploration all

over the world, but a lot of attention was centered on the Middle East. The

place wasn't the bed of dissention it is today and Americans were looked upon

with a kinder eye than they are in these modern times.

What does this have to do with me?

A good question and one I was getting to. I received an invitation to spend two

weeks in Saudi Arabia while he was investigating the rock structure under one of

the areas being considered as a site for well. I figured it was as worthwhile a

trip as any, so I told him yes. We met at the airport and flew across the

Atlantic, then across southern Europe until we landed in Riyadh. This wasn't

the first time I had been out of the country, but it was my first visit to the

Middle East and I was pretty excited.

                Instead

of staying at a hotel, it turns out we were staying at the palace of one of the

local emirs, which was something I had not been told about in advance. Needless

to say, the place took my breath away. Our host, whose name will remain

withheld out of deference to his hospitality, was a typical looking Arab, from

his brown skin to his choice of traditional desert garb.

                It

turns out that for the entire stay, my friend was going to be out in the field

while I was expected to provide a certain amount of entertainment to our host.

I wasn't much of a conversationalist, and worse yet, I only spoke English. But

it turns out his English was perfect, almost too perfect, for he had gone to

school in England.

                What I

didn't know was that my choice as a traveling companion had slightly more

meaning than just a random chance. Our host had his own menagerie, and one of

his sons was going to college to learn veterinary science. Since he wouldn't

graduate for a few more years, the sheik wanted some advice on his animals.

                He had

some beautiful creatures in his collection, and overall they were in tip top

shape. I could go into what all he had in his collection, but there is little

point. It was the two that weren't in

the collection that are the focus of my present story. Their names were Nahna

and Settiah.

                The

first time I saw them I have to admit it startled me. Walking through the

marble lined corridors of this oasis in the desert, one doesn't expect to find

two cheetahs walking them with you. I went into flight or fight mode, not

knowing what the hell they were doing here. As it turns out, my host thought it

would be funny not to tell me about them and see how I would react.

                They

both sauntered up to me and ran their heads under my sweaty palms. That was

when I noticed the gold and diamond studded collars. Only a damn oil-rich Arab

would have these guys as pets! Once my heartbeat dropped down to normal, I

found them both to be adorable, friendly and very much attention-starved  divas. I doubt they had a lot of visitors,

though who could say? Maybe it was a great joke for him to scare the crap out

of people.

                They

walked with me until I made it to the dining area, where my host was sitting in

a chair reading the newspaper. "Ahhh, I see you've met my babies."

                "Yes I

did. I know people keep cats, but these are the biggest ones I think I've ever

seen. What sort of litter box do they use?"

                "They

go where ever they like. I have a staff that cleans up after them."

                I

rolled my eyes. Money could buy you a lot of things, even someone's dignity.

"Where do they sleep? You certainly don't allow them to roam loose at night do

you?"

                "Of

course sahib, they come and go as they like. I have had them since they were

very small, and they have full run of the house."

                "I'm

surprised they don't get bored. These cats love to hunt."

                "And so

they do! I take them out into the desert every few days to hunt down antelope.

They are quite skilled at it."

                I guess

that put me into my place. Anyone with the money to have cheetahs with gold and

diamond collars certainly had the time and money to go out into the local

desert and take them hunting. I watched them as they took spots on either side

of him and lounged on the floor.

I sat down and had a sumptuous

breakfast served me. All the while the cheetahs just stared at me with idle

curiosity. When I was done, my host asked if I wanted to see them hunt. What

was I going to say?

"Sure! I'd love to!"

We climbed into a custom Range Rover

with the girls in the back, and tore over the sands to an area that had game

such as the Arabian Oryx and the Goitered Gazelle. The former was a bit large

for just two cheetahs, but the smaller gazelle was just about perfect.

Watching them in action was

marvelous. It's hard to imagine a land animal as fast as this, and their

maneuverability was extraordinary. 

Luckily for them they brought down a gazelle early on, for I knew that

they could easily overheat, and while the day wasn't particularly hot, it was

still sunny and in the desert.

The gazelle was strapped to the

roof and taken back to the compound where the sheik lived and given to the cook

for preparation for the evening meal. The girls were set to wander the place as

they normally did, apparently feeling quite satisfied with themselves over

their kill. As the day progressed, they seemed to be following me around. I

didn't know how to take that, as out in the desert they had taken no notice of

me whatsoever.

At supper however, they sat on

either side of my host, complete with plates of their own food. The wild game

was prepared flawlessly, and I had to chide myself for enjoying an animal would

have loved having in my zoo. Well, that and trying it out in a less deadly

fashion too, but that goes without saying. I know some of you probably don't

think highly of things like antelope, but they have as much grace and beauty as

the cats that had hunted them.

After supper and over a surprise

bottle of cognac (Muslims aren't supposed to drink) my host and I discussed the

beautiful spotted animals.

"So Sahib, what do you think of my

house cats?" The grin on his face was huge.

"I think that they're remarkable. I

have a very friendly cat back at the zoo in the states, but she's a Snow

Leopard. I didn't think that cheetahs would tame so easily."

"Easily? I don't know that I would

say they are completely tame my friend. They can be very friendly and, how do I

say this; very affectionate. "

"I see that," noting how attached

they were to him.

He looked at me like he had more to

say, but he merely sighed and poured me some more alcohol. We sipped from our

glasses and discussed things like oil and money and animals. He was keenly

interested in everything we had at our zoo, making mental notes for specimens

that might be able to handle the heat of the Arabian Peninsula.  We talked for hours until the sun was setting

and it was time to hit the sack.

My room was a little miniature

palace unto itself, complete with Persian rugs and draperies over the canopy

bed. I had French doors that led to the outside, and with the advent of

evening, it was perfect for letting in the cool breeze blowing off the desert.

As the stars began to show themselves, I stepped out into the cooling air and

felt a bit like Lawrence of Arabia as I looked out over the distant dunes.

I was only mildly startled when the

pair of spotted beauties walked around the building and right up to me. They

greeted me as they had the first time, by rubbing their heads under my hand. I

worked my fingers into their scalps, eliciting a pair of surprisingly loud

purrs.  They stuck with me for a few

minutes before turning and walking into my room.

I wasn't expecting to be sharing my

quarters, and definitely not with a pair of cheetahs.  Now perhaps you think I should have been

making assumptions right then, but trust me, I was making none. I didn't know

these animals from Adam, so to speak. While they had proven to be rather tame

so far, I knew that you never, ever took animal behavior for granted.

I watched them stroll into the room

and begin sniffing my stuff. My luggage likely smelled very intriguing for

having been stored at the zoo. Malkia had even slept in it once, following the

rule of it I fits I sits. So I think these girls were sniffing it and thinking

what a whore I was.

The next moment they leaped onto my

bed and spread out like they owned it. Heck, for all I knew they might very

well use this room when human guests were absent. I shook my head and stepped

back into the room.

"Look you two, you may own this place

when no one else is here, but tonight this is where I sleep."

One of them (I hadn't distinguished

between them yet) yawned, showing a mouth full of teeth. She then started to

lick her paw, moving up to her belly and then down to her crotch. As she did

her privates, her rear leg jerked a little in time to her cleaning. When she

stopped, she looked up and stared at me. I swear she was offering an

invitation.

I then had to wonder if her owner utilized

her in such a manner. Thinking back on it, he did sort of trail off on his

explanation of how "friendly" they were. I assessed her size, and figured her

at weighing somewhere around 1a hundred and twenty pounds. I figured she might

be able to handle a human cock. The difficulty was; what if I was making a bad

assumption?

I guess I'd find out. I doubt too

many guests knew about this little quirk, but then maybe they did. Screwing a

woman was old hat to these guys with their harems and multiple wives.

I undressed, noting that my every

movement was followed by both of them. The first one returned to licking

herself, seemingly engrossed in the feeling. The other jumped down and curled

around me, sniffing me as if I might have changed flavor between the outside

and now.

It seemed pretty clear that they were

interested in something. So was I, I can tell you and it was growing more obvious

by the second.  The one in front of me

gave me a few licks that finished the job right up. I don't think I've ever

been stiffer.

I climbed up on the bed and the

girl up there rolled on her side. My heart was still racing, both from the

excitement of what I was attempting to do, and mirrored by the fear I was

having if this matter went south. I took a finger and played with her a little,

finding her very wet from the recent licking. My finger probed between those

tight furry lips and straight into a slice of pink, glistening heaven. 

Not certain how to attempt this, as

it seemed it was going to happen, I allowed her to remain on her side. I

flipped her tail to the side and hoisted her rear up a little. I dropped on her

and applied the head of my cock to her hole and pushed. She pulled her head up

as I was pushing, but once I got halfway in, she dropped it back down and

shifted on the sheets until she was comfortable.

I propped myself up over her,

pulling myself forward until I was buried in to the hilt. She rumbled deep inside

as I worked it in and out a little, testing the waters. She seemed quite

pleased by the whole thing. I hadn't felt anything like this in a little while

and it reminded me why I loved the felines so much. They were so damn tight you

wanted to scream!

The other one jumped up on the bed

and sniffed my ass for a few seconds before dropping down beside her sister. I

hoped she was simply waiting her turn, because there was no way I could hold

myself in this position and not support my weight with my hands.  But it got me thinking that this would be a

little easier if she were at least on her paws, in a crouch position.

I gently worked at her until she

seemed to get the idea of what I wanted. She turned and got on her stomach, all

without dislodging me. I moved to my knees and suddenly this was so much

better. Having a free hand, I reached down and began diddling her sister, who

went into the convulsion of writhing until she was on her back. My finger poked

in all the way as I curved it and rubbed away at her insides.

My other hand I had on the first

one's back, using it to hold me steady as I made headway into those narrow

feline depths. If you ever have a chance at doing a big cat, take it and damn

the risk. There is nothing quite like the sensation of having your cock in a

cunt that is barely big enough to contain it. It's almost sinful, that feeling,

as those tissues are wrapped around your cock like an undersized condom.

Her sister was purring just from

the fingering I was giving her, and I had to chuckle to myself that this was

the very first time I had been tag teamed by animals. As it was, the one I was

presently screwing was hunkered down on the bed and pushing against me with

remarkable strength.  While the entire

bed was moving under my enthusiastic motion, she herself remained locked into

the mattress with all her might.

I kept this up just as we were for

a good ten minutes, but I could feel that my time was drawing to a close, so I

pulled my finger out of the one and gripped the other with both hands as I delivered

the coup de grace. I let loose on her with a finale of long, deep and yet

remarkable fast thrusts that threatened to turn her cunt inside out.

I blew out my balls in her, and I

never wanted the feeling to stop. I don't think she did either. I continued to

pound away on her for another five minutes until I just could keep stiff enough

to stay inside. My only choice was either to stay pressed against her or risk

slipping out. I stayed that way until nature dictated otherwise and I finally

fell out. She jerked her head up and gave me a reproachful look. I didn't even

know felines could do that, but then again I had apparently never disappointed

one before, and of course, I had never owned a domestic cat. I hear that they

give such looks on a regular basis.

I dropped to the bed, forcing

myself between them. They moved a little, giving me some room. That put me

between two purring felines, and in no time flat, they had spooned themselves

front and back of me. I put my arm around the one, feeling her purring rumbling

through her chest wall. She was one happy kitty from the sounds of it.

I fell asleep for a few hours, only

to awaken to the feeling of extreme warmth. While the breeze coming through the

still open door was pleasant, having two overly warm bodies hemming you in was

a little cloying. I got up, much to their chagrin, stepped out onto the patio

and took a leak into the sand. I stood there for a moment feeling the breeze

before returning to bed. They were both sitting up and staring at me.

The short rest had done me some

good, and thinking that I could tap the other was foremost in my mind. I

climbed in, watching as they both rolled onto their backs. I sat in between

them and rubbed their bellies, nearly finding myself laughing at how catlike

they were.

Domestic cat smart ass; I'm well

aware they were cats.

The one that had not yet received my

special treatment, the one presently on my right; her I started by fingering

her again, to see if she was still in the mood. A little thing like a couple of

hours and a little nap improved it, if it did anything at all. However, since

there were two of them, and they were presently in identical positions on

either side of me, I opted to see if I could get them off digitally.

No, not "digital" as in electronics

you dolt, digit as in finger. I stuck my middle fingers into both of them and

worked away. Trust me, I would have rather simply nailed the one who had thus

far missed out, but I have to say that this was pretty erotic. I was finger

fucking them for all I was worth and they were totally into it. I could only

wonder what their owner and master had taught them. This was nothing like

normal behavior for this species, not in any definition of the term I knew of.

After working them over for maybe

five or six minutes, I decided that it was time to pounce on the predator

again. Having her on her back made for easy access, but it still had to contend

with those claws. Recall it you will that cheetahs are the only cats that don't

have retractable claws.

My solution? I grabbed my socks and

pulled them over her back legs. It wasn't perfect, but it had to help.

I grabbed my cock and lined it up,

and like her sister, I managed to get in without too much difficulty. This time

I allowed the weight of my lower half to drive me in while I supported my

weight on my hands. This kept me from crushing her with my full weight. After

that, it was pure bliss.

True, I did have to deal with

kicking legs, but the socks worked pretty well, even if they did give the outré

situation an air of the ridiculousness to it. This time around I really took my

time, plunging in deeply before pulling back. The rumbling from within her

increased until the whole room vibrated with it. Her sister meanwhile gave us a

dirty look and slipped off the bed and onto the floor, where she curled up and

went to sleep.

I eventually got brave enough to

drop down to my elbows, so that I was pressing firmly, yet lightly against her

lithe form.  This position kept her legs

spread so that her erratic kicking generally missed my skin.

I really got into it this time

around, for the first time I was still a little cautious. Now I was both

relaxed and excited. As it was, her tail was lashing away behind me while I

plugged away on her hole. I soon had her body moving in time with mine as I slammed

away on that tight little feline pussy. I eventually moved to simply pressing

against her hole and driving my whole body against hers, wanting nothing more

than to be in as deeply as I could. And let me tell you, I was.

I think I could have broken her

pelvis with the force of my thrusts. I doubt the old girl had ever been worked

over to such an extent before in her life. If not for the fact that we were on a

mattress, I think my energetic pounding might have left her limping by the time

I was finished.  Despite a cheetah's

weight, I think that my superior mass would have eventually done her in.

Taking that into consideration I

lifted up and sat erect on my knees. She was lying there limply, content I

think in allowing me to do what I wanted. I could have gone for that, but

seeing as she was a willing partner, I wondered if I couldn't get things a

little more interesting. To that end, I reached down and grabbed her shoulders

and pulled her up to me.

One hundred and twenty ponds of limp

feline wasn't an easy thing to manhandle. She stiffened up when she figured out

something was up. That helped as I hugged her close. She dropped her back legs

on either side of me and as her front legs contacted my shoulders she grabbed a

hold. I winced a little as her claws dug into me, but I knew that I was going

to be in for a little pain.

She dropped her head against my

neck and nuzzled me. So far so good. I got my hands under her ass and used my

arms to lift and drop her in a nice slow rhythm.  It was right then that I decided I wanted to

have cheetahs for my zoo back home. I don't know what my host had done to get

these girls to be so social, but I knew I had to ask him come morning.

Her purring just about broke my

eardrums it was so fierce. I nearly broke her backside with the intensity of my

love making. I was slamming that slender feline form over my cock like I had

never blow a wad in my life. It was a good thirty minutes later, and the sweat

was pouring off me like a waterfall as I let lose again. I actually let out a

cry as my cum crashed through my urethra and was injected deep inside this wonderful

feline.

At the same time I overbalanced and

fell forward. She didn't seem to mind one bit, thought our noise had awoken her

sister, who jumped up to investigate the problem. Finding nothing wrong, she

curled up next to us and fell back asleep. I fell asleep to, for a little

while, until my partner apparently felt we should disconnect. I pulled out and

dropped to the side. We were all back asleep in the matter of a few minutes.

In the morning I was awakened by

them climbing off the bed and sauntering out the door. The sun was rising and I

figured I had better get washed up and presentable before breakfast. When I got

to the dining room the girls were there ahead of me, sitting on either side of

my host. He smiled hugely. "Good morning sahib. I hope you had a good night!"

"It was memorable, if that's what you're

asking. "

"I see. I never know how my guests

will take to having a pair of cheetahs prowling the premises. Some of them find

it disconcerting."

"I found their presence to be...refreshing."

His smile was huge. "Good! Good!

They are very good girls, and they lack the things I tend to hate in typical

females"

I was almost afraid to ask. "And

that would be?"

He smiled. "They don't talk and

they take care of themselves, by and large. I don't have to do more than feed

them, and even then, they are more than capable of fending for themselves as

you have seen. And when it comes to bedtime, well, I think we will not discuss

that. Some things should remain private, don't you agree?"

"I do indeed. But I must know; how

did you get them to be so...amiable?"

He shrugged. "I did nothing. I have

raised them in my household, and they are as you see them. I never expected to

ever share my bed with them, but for some reason they have quite the sexual appetites.

I do not over extend myself, for I don't want to lose their favor."

I cleared my throat. "I don't think

that's possible. After last night, I don't think they have much in the way of

limits."

He raised his eyebrows. "Is that so?

Then perhaps you should tell me all about it. And for that matter, how you even

figured out that they were willing bed partners. Most men would have never

given it a second thought."

I sucked in a breath. "Well, I'm

not sure I should tell you."

He laughed. "Do as you wish my

friend. Allah must have great patience with us, for my brethren are known for

embracing every from goats to camels."

I had to wonder about the camels,

considering they were pretty tall and they mated in the kush position. "Are you

telling me that you wouldn't judge me for my previous experiences?"

"On my word, I would not. I would

be most curious to know how a man of your education and position finds other

creatures to be in comparison to his fellow females."

I sniggered. "I can tell you about

other animals, but not much about my own species."

"Then you are a man after my own

heart. I think we will have much to talk about."

And it turns out, we did. I have never

before, nor ever after, had someone I could freely discuss my unique ways with.

It was a load off my mind to finally tell someone about my experiences. In the

end, he was jealous of me I think. And me? I grew quite attached to those two

girls, and leaving was pretty tough. But I did, only a week later than I

expected. Turns out that the geology wasn't cooperating with my friend's investigation,

delaying his work. I suppose I could have flown back alone, but why would I? I

had no reason to rush back, even if it did put the zoo in a bind. After all, I

hardly used my vacation as it was. I was thinking that maybe that should change

in the future.