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Tess probably should have been a little bit more worried than she was.

"Are you sure, Hannah? He's the first guy you've really looked at all night...you don't want to try going after that fox boy over there?"

After getting just a subtle taste of the life of a dominatrix, Hannah was becoming more and more enamored with the lifestyle, and knowing that she might start trying to rebel, Tess decided to try and help her vent some of those feelings.

"Foxes are nice, Tess...but otters are hotter."

Tess rolled her eyes. "You did not just use that line..."

"Sure did," Hannah replied, "And I'm going after that one...he's been sitting by himself all night, just staring into his drink...no reason we can't brighten up his evening a little bit, right?"

"Being a dominatrix means enjoying yourself, Hannah. It's not always about the the other person, you know."

Hannah was listening, but the round tufts of her ears were just flickering to the sound as she was already walking toward the seated otter. "I know, Tess, but you always go out of your way to make sure that I enjoy myself... why can't he enjoy himself?"

Hmm. Good point, I suppose, Tess thought, as she stood back by the entrance to "The Watering Hole" bar and watched, leaving Hannah entirely on her own this time.

"Does your beer have something interesting to say, or are you just waiting for it to go flat?"

Tess had trained Hannah well, and the wolfess was proud of just how easily the once timid jaguar could now approach any male in the bar that she desired.

The otter, spacing out into his drink, snapped awake to the floral, sweet and feminine scent of Hannah coming closer to him. Her words barely registered in his head, and it took him a moment to figure out a response. "I...uh...o-oh! Heh, no, I'm not waiting for that. I just thought maybe if I stared long enough, it'd turn into a more expensive one."

"Not working out so well for ya, is it?"

"'Fraid not," the otter replied. "But if I sit here long enough, it might age into something that I actually feel like drinking."

The otter actually looked like someone that might be easily dominated. A thin, fishnet tank top was all that covered his upper half, and it seemed an intentional move, as his abdominal muscles were clear and obvious underneath the fabric. His arms were nothing to scoff at, either, trimmed and slim without a trace of fat, giving a generous gain to the muscles of his bicep and triceps. Relaxing, loose shorts of dark blue covered his lower half, and Hannah thought nothing of them, but she couldn't help noticing the thick, black collar and silver pendant that hung from it.

I'll put that to good use this evening, Hannah mused in her own mind, knowing that her loins were already starting to stir with a classic mixture of delightful warmth and plentiful moisture. "If it's something fancy you're looking for," Hannah started to speak, "Then you should really come back to my place. I promise I can offer you a drink there like nothing you'll find in this bar."

"Something pretty exotic, I'm guessing?" the otter asked, finally looking up from his beer and offering a sweet smile to Hannah, who blinked in surprise at the sight of long, sharp fangs sticking out past his lips in the form of snaggleteeth. "I could go for that right now..."

"Looks like you're quite the exotic creature already!" Hannah commented, giggling at just how cute and friendly the otter could appear, despite the large, dangerous fangs. "I wouldn't mind letting you try my selection...that is, if you're interested."

The otter had no idea what he was actually agreeing to when he offered his paw in greeting and nodded. "Sounds like a lovely time to me. I'm Jon...and you are?"

"Hannah," she replied, taking his paw and giving it a tiny, dainty shake, one meant to hide the fierce intentions behind her picking him up that evening. "And my girlfriend is just going to love meeting you..."

"Girlfriend?" Jon blinked, his muted eyes of slate going wide for a minute. He tried to contain his excitement, knowing that his long, thick and powerful tail was nearly sticking out straight. "Sounds like I'm really in for quite the treat this evening!"

Hannah snickered and released his paw, turning away from him to brush the very tip of her long, thin tail under his chin. She looked back at him over her shoulder, letting bright, vivid eyes of blue narrow at him, offering a gaze that he couldn't possibly resist. "You have no idea, Jon..."

**

As was nearly tradition in the large, shared apartment between Hannah and Tess, guests that were brought over for a purely sexual purpose almost never made it past the front entryway before they were being thrust into some sort of crazy, lewd hi-jinks.

Hannah made sure that the tradition was alive and well, locking the door behind Jon as he made his way into the apartment. He'd been chatting with both Hannah and Tess the entire way home, and letting Hannah be the one in control that evening, Tess was doing her best to hide the fiery, dominant personality that she so often employed. This time, she simply made nice conversation with Jon, and the occasional, teasing jab, as all three of them knew what they were getting into...

...Mostly.

"No point in wasting your time," Hannah said rather quickly, as she turned back to face Jon. Tess slipped out from behind the otter and stepped inside, leaning against the island in the kitchen as she watched, just observing Hannah and her technique for the moment. "I'm sure you know exactly why we brought you here."

Jon chuckled a little bit, before letting out a quiet gasp when a pair of soft, smooth pawtips came to rest upon his chest. Hannah had a deceptively soft touch, one that would never let you know how strong she truly was. "Mnnn...well, I've been told I can be a bit naive, but you didn't exactly make any secrets about your intentions."

Giggling and stroking one smooth, lazy pawtip down the middle of Jon's chest, intentionally letting her claws get stuck in the small gaps in his fishnet tank top, Hannah shook her head slowly. "I didn't make any secrets, no...but that doesn't mean that I told you the whole truth...Tess? Would you please be a dear and toss me that leash?"

It wouldn't have necessarily bothered Jon that the girls had a leash for their own, private fun. All kinds of people were into light bondage, so that seemed perfectly normal.

What made it a little concerning was the fact that they kept a leash in one of the drawers in the kitchen.

The least flew through the air with a quiet swish, and Hannah caught it in her free paw, holding up the clamp on the end of it to Jon's muzzle. "As soon as I saw that collar around your neck...I knew that you were the perfect boy to take home for a drink."

Jon was hesitant, but he was frozen in place with shock, and despite his brain telling his paws to stand up and protest, they stayed at his sides, just barely raised as Hannah clipped the leash to his collar and gave it a firm tug, making sure that it was in place, and as Jon's head fell forward, coming down to eye level with the shorter jaguar, Hannah was satisfied with her work.

"J-just a drink, right?" Jon asked, smiling nervously as he was pulled muzzle to muzzle with Hannah. Despite the glimmer of innocence in her bright blue orbs, there was a devious air about her grin, and the way that her fangs were gleaming in the low lights of the kitchen. Jon took notice of how Tess was slowing turning them down...adding an ominous air to a moment that he initially thought would be no more than a simple three way.

That would not be the case.

"Not just a drink," Hannah pointed out, as she kept a tight grip on the lead of the leash. She'd only been wearing a pair of short shorts and a small, tight top of black to the bar, so nothing about her body was left to the imagination...but Jon didn't imagine she was so bold as to go out without a bra. He actually gasped when he saw that was the case, as she tugged the form-fitting top over her head and tossed it back into the kitchen, letting her modest, and yet, full, perky breasts fall free with a gentle bounce. "The best drink you've ever had..."

Gulping nervously, but unable to hide the less than subtle wag of his long, rudder tail, Jon found himself unable to escape the piercing gaze of Hannah...even if he could see Tess fingering herself out of the corner of his eyes, seeing that the wolfess never even bothered to remove her skirt. "I've had quite a few very special drinks in my life, Hannah...I think you'll be hard pressed to top them."

Lowering her paws to the zipper of her short shorts, Hannah started to pull them down from her body, moving painfully slow and keeping Jon waiting as long as she could...though it was her own patience that was starting to fade. "I promise, Jon...if you get one taste of it, you'll be begging for more."

Jon still wasn't exactly sure what he was getting himself into, but when jean shorts and a skimpy, thin pair of pink panties, stained in the crotch with a dark, messy spot of arousal hit the floor, logic left his mind, and his body took full control. His own loose, relaxed shorts were doing nothing to hide the tented, humanoid length that struggled and strained against fabric, begging for freedom, and something quite a bit more than that. " Try me."

"Not so fast, my naughty little otter," Hannah whispered, as she placed an eager paw on the bulge in his shorts. She gave it a very quick, soft squeeze, seeing just how sensitive Jon might be...and his legs shook from just that subtle touch, bringing an even wider grin to Hannah's sweet, kissable lips. "You've got to earn this drink...nothing in life is free, after all."

There was a quick, sudden tug on the lead of the leash, and as Hannah started to walk to the living room, Jon obediently followed. It was all still a bit unusual to him, but if this was the cost of doing business and having a threesome with two drop-dead gorgeous bisexual ladies, he was more than happy to pay the price. He was a quick learner, and when Hannah pointed to the ground, he went down to his knees...but it took a gentle shove of encouragement for him to get exactly into the pose that Hannah desired.

"No, no...on your back, Jon," Hannah explained, never letting go of the leash, and making sure that Jon didn't move unless she told him to. He stayed put as instructed, and went flat down to his back, still thinking it weird, but he appreciated the hospitality as Hannah placed a small throw pillow under his head, thinking he might need the extra support. "Nice and comfy...?"

Jon winked up at her, still not taking it quite as seriously as he should have been. "So very comfortable, Mistress."

Raising a brow at her prey, Hannah looked down over Jon, standing above him, fully nude and offering him quite the show...but her expression was suddenly much less playful, and far more stern. "Oh...getting a bit of an attitude with me now, are you? Okay, Jon...you want me to be your mistress? I'll happily show you what that means..."

Before he could ask anything or taunt Hannah further, the jaguar knelt down over Jon's muzzle and straddled it, forcing the moist, dripping mound of her womanhood right onto his lips and overwhelming him with the sweetest, most delicate scent of feminine arousal that he'd never known. The soft, gentle fur upon his muzzle was almost instantly soaked as Hannah braced herself, placing her paws on either side of his head while her hips started to grind, forcing him to drink in even more of her tasty juices if he so much as wanted to breathe.

You're a greedy dominatrix, Hannah...what about my fun? Tess thought, no longer content to simply rub her clit as she watched her student slowly becoming a master. Jon let out a muffled gasp of surprise as Hannah came down on his muzzle, and after a moment of struggling to breathe, he finally opened his maw and let his tongue slip forth, doing his best to eagerly clean Hannah's labia of the nectar that so fully stained it, a sight that Tess wanted to get a much closer look at.

"Keep him distracted," Tess suggested to Hannah, only trying to help her along, instead of ordering her around for once. "We don't need the boy running for the hills when things are really starting to get interesting."

Jon wondered why he would have a reason to flee, never having had reason to fear a female before, and the way that Tess so easily removed his shorts from his body and yanked them down, pulling his black boxers right with them was nothing more than added excitement. His cock sprung up and stood at attention as it was freed, throbbing in front of Tess and drooling a tiny, thin dribble of precum down the underside of the shaft. It was a sight enough to make Tess lick her lips, and she wouldn't go the whole night without having a taste...but at the moment, there were more important things to do, and she was the only one who could do them properly.

It started as nothing more than a gentle pressure, for Jon. The wolf chick is rubbing my balls and stroking my butt while the jaguar rides my face...doesn't get much hotter than this! he mentally cheered, unable to keep a quiet, rumbling moan from escaping his lips and vibrating the close quarters of Hannah's sex. Tess was an expert as misdirection, however, and what started as nothing more than a gentle stroking and teasing at the underside of Jon's taut, squeezing sack quickly moved further south, and Tess knew that she had him right where she wanted him.

"Spread those legs a little wider, Jon...and let me get a better look down here," Tess instructed. The otter was fully broken, whether or not he realized it, and as obsessed as he was with Hannah's cunt and her delicious flavor, he spread his legs like butter and lifted them up a little bit, thinking that Tess was just trying to get deeper in so she could suck him off, as a reward for his efforts.

The poor otter wasn't even close to right, and nowhere near prepared when he felt something cool and slick pressing between the cheeks of his rump, right under the rudder of his tail. Waaaaaaait a minute! What the hell is that?

Muted, slate eyes flew wide open in shock, and Hannah knew just what had to be going on behind her. She looked over her shoulder to watch as Tess lined her feeldoe up with Jon's tailhole, keeping his long, thick tail flattened under her rump and out of the way so that she could press the head of the toy against his waiting pucker, smoothing the tip back and forth over the warm entrance to help heat up the cool, slick lube that covered the end of it. "W-what a lucky boy..." Hannah groaned, winking back at Tess as the pair were truly working in unison to dominate the unsuspecting otter. Before, Tess had instructed Hannah on what to do...now, they were simply working as a team, and as Tess started to ease the toy inside of Jon, muffled cries of shock and surprised pleasure echoed from Jon, rattling Hannah's body and nearly bucking her over. "Yeeeees... that's it, my pet! Dig in...eat my sweet, tight pussy up if you want that drink!"

Jon didn't have a choice in the matter, but he winced his eyes shut as he tried to adjust to the sudden and full feeling of such a thick, long toy trying to gain entrance into his most private passage. He could feel the tight, closed pucker of her tailhole yielding as the head of the toy ease inside of him, and though Tess still had two paws to at least play with Jon's cock...she never did that. She opted to lean forward and cup Hannah's breasts in her paws, getting closer to the jaguar and pressing against her as the pair of lustful females used Jon for their own twisted desires, something that the otter resisted at first...but the further it went on, the more he couldn't help enjoying being their own personal sex toy.

He didn't realize that it was only going to get worse as time went on, however.

"Y-you've almost earned that d-drink," Hannah explained to Jon, as she could feel her inner walls starting to contract around the long, invasive tongue of the otter. She was shocked, and yet, delighted at just how skillful he was, seeming to stroke a different sweet spot inside of her vaginal walls every single time his tongue went in for a thrust, so much so that Hannah almost didn't want to take the next step...almost. "Just...nnnyeah... just one more thing, baby... clean your mistress..."

Unsure of just what Hannah was getting at, and still too distracted by the thick, fake cock that was probing his ass to focus, Jon opened his eyes again, blinking in confusion as Hannah rolled her hips forward as far as she could...and lifted her tail, setting her rump right on his muzzle, forcing his tongue to brush across her tailhole in a move that instantly gave Hannah a series of shivering chills. She trembled with delight and threw her head back as the long, moist flat of Jon's tongue stayed pressed to her own uncovered pucker, but she kept an eye on the otter, waiting to see just how he'd react. It was up to him if he'd earn his drink...

...And he passed with flying colors, as he pushed his tongue up against Hannah's asshole, trying to probe his way into it and leaving a thin glisten of saliva on the forbidden entrance, doing his best to clean it as faithfully as Hannah could have hoped.

"What a good boy!" Tess praised him, as she continued to pound her hips, giving his poor, stretched asshole no kind of a break. Excess lubrication drizzled and drooled from his abused backside, and as soon as his body yielded properly to her, Tess was pounding her hips away at the trapped otter, wanting to make sure he knew just how serious the ladies were about making him into a proper pet. The feeldoe pressed back against Tess's clit as she moved, the small ridges on the top of the toy brushing back and forth over the erect, sensitive nub of pleasure and bringing her to the forefront of her orgasm so quickly that she couldn't keep her tail from feathering delicately over the tip of Jon's manhood, wanting to tease him up to making a proper mess of the living room. "I t-think he's earned that drink, Hannah..."

Jon was absolutely masterful at hitting Hannah's sweetest spots, and she nearly collapsed as she felt Jon sliding his tongue all the way around the rim of her pucker, getting it nice and moist with his saliva before he drew his tongue back, tickling the back end of her cunt with a delicate, teasing touch from the very end of his moist muscle. It was a combination that would drive any woman crazy, and with Tess still cupping and squeezing her tits in a perfect rhythm, Hannah knew she couldn't hold out any longer...but Jon was still eagerly thinking of his drink.

After all of this, I'd say that I've earned a beer... he thought, though he wouldn't dare to complain about the hospitality of the two lusty, heated females. This was likely to be a once in a lifetime opportunity for him, and he didn't mind getting a little bit dirty in exchange for something that so many men dreamed of.

He just didn't realize how dirty he was really going to get.

"F-fuck...fuck yes, Jon! That's it! O-open wide, boy! H-here's...godyes... here's your drink!"

Blinking for a moment, Jon felt something warm and slick starting to coat his muzzle...and his eyes flew wide open as he thought he'd brought Hannah to a squirting orgasm, something that he would have taken great pride in...

Wait...it's...it's so salty...and really warm...t-this...this is...

Hannah was cumming...and her body writhed atop of Jon's face as she coated it with a thin, warm dousing of urine, happily relieving herself on the abused otter. It took him only a moment to realize that this was the drink he'd been promised all along, and his cheeks immediately lit up with a bright, shy blush as Hannah's lips turned up into a silly, pleasured smile, her slit staying spread open over his muzzle as she continued peeing on his muzzle, letting the stream trickle down and even soak his chin and neck with the acrid blessing.

"A-all over the carpet, too..." Tess grunted, knowing that she was right on the edge herself. Hannah had been holding it in since before she got to the bar, and Jon could only do his best to lap up the quick, flowing streams as they hit his lips, trying to contain the mess as it spilled over the top of his muzzle and down between his eyes. "We'll h-have to make him lick it all up!"

Burying the toy deep in Jon's asshole, Tess was actually playing the role of the good girl that evening. The egg of the feeldoe inside of her snatch smashed against her g-spot, bringing her to a sudden and full orgasm, but she kept one arm wrapped around Tess as the other strayed down to Jon's cock, stroking it rapidly and working the excess flow of precum into his head and shaft. He'd been pushed right up to the edge by Tess and the skillful thrust of her hips, and with the toy buried all of the way inside of him, his own inner walls clenched around it as a long, spurting stream of cum sprayed up between the two gorgeous ladies, spraying upon Tess's chest and tummy, and all over Hannah's back. Tess leaned in closer to Hannah, trying to catch all of the cum that the otter could offer between their two bodies so it wouldn't go to waste, as Jon whined and groaned into Hannah's pubic mound, his orgasmic cries of bliss completely muffled by the hot, dripping flesh of her womanhood.

It was a full minute before Hannah finally fully emptied herself onto Jon, and he couldn't escape the surprisingly sweet and feminine scent of the golden liquid. He'd been deprived for air since the moment that Hannah started in on him, and she only gave him room to breathe when she finally leaned back against Tess, who pressed and rubbed her breasts against Hannah's back, working the sticky mess of the otter into her fur and letting out a low rumble of delight as the warm fluid sunk into her skin. "T-told you..." Hannah murmured, her breasts finally coming to rest again as she started to catch her breath, "T-that you'd never had anything like it..."

With how innocent and vanilla Jon expected the night to be, he was almost afraid to open his muzzle to reply, but he couldn't keep it from hanging open at least a little bit as he caught his breath. The very air around him was tainted with the delightful aroma of Hannah's womanhood, and his eyes couldn't help gazing right upon it as it sat upon the top of his chest, still leaking just slightly into his fur. "Thank y-you...for keeping your promise, Mistress..."

"I warned you about using that title with me, Jon..." Hannah reminded him, reaching over to the side of his cheek and giving it a gentle, affectionate brush. "If you call me that once...you'll be calling me that from now on, anytime I see you. Do you understand?"

Jon gave a slow, knowing nod. "I...yes, Mistress. I'm at 'The Watering Hole' all the time-

"Then whenever we find you there, you will do exactly what we say, no questions asked...and anytime we want you back at our apartment, you will comply. Understood?" Hannah asked, cutting him off in the process.

"I understand..." Jon said, letting the full weight of his head fall back against the pillow for the moment. He was surprised at just how sexually exhausting the two females would be...but he would have to start looking for his reserves of energy before too long.

Hannah wasn't done with him yet. "Good," she replied simply, "Because Tess is actually my mistress, and I think it's about high time you got a drink from her, as well..."

Gulping and feeling his eyes go wide all over again, Jon shuddered and gave a silent nod, knowing that his night was only going downhill from there.