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Your Boyfriend has a Nice Ass

Danath

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I rub my fingers under the ridges of my boyfriend's white-furred chest, watching rapturously as his torso expands and contracts with every breath. I feel the hardness of his powerful body under me as I straddle his belly. The tiger growls up at me, his huge arms behind his head, as I explore his thick chest fur with my claws.

I purr and shiver as he does. For him, the delicate tickling of his hard pink nipples through the dense white fur surrounding them urges a moan from him. For me, the warmth of his incredible maleness throbbing between my thighs blasts sensation through my spine. I squeeze my plush rump around the heavy length, a growing need under my tail. But there is work to do first, and I lean over, pressing my small muzzle against my boyfriend's sternum before kissing the muscles, moving my muzzle around to pay my respects to every inch of the tiger's incredible figure.

Kev rumbles at me, his eyes half-lidded over, as I drag the rough parts of my tongue across his sensitive nipple. I close my eyes, moaning hotly across his fur, and squeeze my rump up and down his stalk, rubbing it between my smooth-furred bottom and his hard abdomen. My fingers tease over his sides, pressing in to feel the way his hard belly expanded outward the higher I go. There is no way for me to wrap my slim cougar arms around my boyfriend's chest; in fact, I'm barely able to reach around to his sides, let along his back.

His shoulders and chest tighten and I open my eyes. His arms move, draping hard and massive biceps around me. I gasp and moan as he grips my wide hips in his paws, fingers squeezing hard into my sides and belly. I lean back, gasping, cock jerking against my belly, as he leans up.

I can't look at his abs when he does this. I've seen it before and the way his gorgeous belly hardens, every fiber of muscle twitching, growing, so strong and powerful and beautiful... I moan and wriggle in his paws, muzzle opening, head tipping back.

"Thinking about my abs?"

My ears go back and I nod, gasping as his heavy shaft pulled back from between my thighs as he drags me forward, so that I can feel his belly muscles ripple against my thighs. I shudder and croon, unable to stop the eager verbalizations of my lust. My cock is average, nowhere near the monster Kev packs, but it pumps out more pre-cum than I thought possible whenever Kev plays with me like this.

"Tell me about my abs, kitty."

I shudder and wriggle in his paws again, blushing furiously, squirming in his unyielding grasp. He knows I'm shy, which is why he likes to tease me like this. It's his fault I vocal. When we started dating a year ago, I was a fish: I just laid there and took it. Now, though, he doesn't even have to prompt me and I'll start in, groaning and begging and praising. He likes hearing how big and strong he is and I like telling him, so it's a win-win, even if I feel incredibly naughty while I'm doing it. I suppose that's part of the thrill.

"Oooh... oh, Kev... your abs are so perfect... there's eight of them now, eight little squares of chiseled muscle," I gasp, stretching my paws downward until I feel his rippling belly under my fingers. "They're so big and powerful... I can feel between each of your abs. They're so well-defined. And they're getting so big! Ooh, Kev... I love your abs..."

The tiger growls at at me as my fingers splay across his stomach, pushing into the soft white fur. I rub all the way to the edges of his stomach, where the traditional orange coat (with black stripes!) wraps around his sides and back. He shifts his hips, sliding his cock up along my backside as I lean over, fingers groping needfully at my boyfriend's muscles.

He reaches out and grasped my narrow shoulders, then paws at me down to my hips, rubbing at my smooth chest and lean belly, over my wide hips and plump rump. I groan again, eager and willing, as his fingers curl into my cheeks and lift me up, positioning me above his thickness.

The tiger shifts a paw to my thigh as he pushes me down. I choke on my cry as he enters me, spreading me open with a single firm stroke. I'm used to it, now, but when we first met... I groan as the familiar feel of his thickness drives into me. His claws prick my skin as both of his paws wrap around my belly, just above my wide hips. His thumbs push into my stomach, just below my ribs, a few inches apart as they squeeze my velvety tan pelt. Then he grunts and shoves. His hips grind his shaft deeper inside me and his paws pull me down, so that the sides of his paws are shoving on my hips.

I gasp as he hilts me and lean backwards. My legs kick out, pointing at 45-degree angles around his heavy belly. Every time he inhales, my legs stretch just a little further apart. My cock flexes against his belly, impossibly trapped in his dense fur as his paws grope at my hips.

"Yes, Kev... oh, you're so huge..."

One paw loosens its grip and slides up my lower back, tickling up my spine with sharp claws. I clench my whole body, seizing up, writhing at the teasing. His eyes widen and I know I hit a good spot. I shove my hips forward again, crushing my shaft into his abs and working his stalk inside me. The paw teasing my backside grabs the back of my neck and jerks my head back in response.

I don't have time to gasp as his muzzle covers mine. I seize up again when his head turns to the side and his tongue shoves into my mouth. I taste him as he huffs hot, musky breath down my throat. His paw squeezes the back of my neck so that when he leans forward, I move with him. He keeps going forward and I flex my hips instinctively as he falls onto his arms, keeping his weight from crushing me into the mattress.

With his new position established, the tiger's hips work backward. His thickness slides out of me, just a bit at a time. I moan into his muzzle as he teases me this way until only the tip remains, leaving me gasping bucking, only for him to squeeze me down even harder into the mattress. Kev's pecs twitch against my belly. My cock throbs between the furrows of his abs. I can feel the tiger's strong muscles grinding around my stalk every time he flexes. The feel of his powerful, massive body drives me wild. My paws clutch at his sides, under his arms - about the only place on him I can reach at the moment. He keeps his arms wrapped around me, preventing me from moving too much, as he flexes again, not only teasing his cock deeper under my tail, but giving me a taste of just how strong and muscular he really is.

His head lifts away from mine, drawing up and away from as he kneels, leaving me gasping, panting for breath, muzzle wet and nostrils full of his smell. I reach down and grasp his wrists, down near my hips, as his paws squeezing even tighter into my belly.

"Yes, Kev!" I cry out.

He shoves forward. My cock explodes, sending ropes of cum across my chest and belly. My back arches as his maleness fills me again, and again, and again. The tiger's hips crush forward, pumping hard, fast, heavy, slamming his cock deep under my twitching tail. My ears go back and I tip my head, throat exposed to him instinctively. My belly convulses as his maleness dominates me entirely. I love every moment of it. I cry out as my cock pumps another stream of cum across my chest. I tip my ears forward now, better to hear my boyfriend's eager growls. He gets so... bestial. The hair on the back of my neck rises as his claws slide through my fur, tickling my skin. He keeps thrusting, his pace steady.

My voice comes out high-pitched and raspy and absolutely, completely submissive. "You... feel so... good," I moan, interrupted every other second by the shattering feeling of his cock hilting deep inside. My whole body seizes and clenches each time. Heaven. "Show me what those muscles can do!"

He responds to my plea by shoving his palm down on my chest. His other hand grabs my leg, under my thigh. With a growl, he shoves deep and turns me over, onto my side. I dig my claws into the sheets beneath me as his hips pump into me a few times, stretching me out from an entirely new angle. My tail lashes towards him, sliding over his chest, snaking around the ridges of his pecs. I can feel his muscles growing and contracting even through my tail.

Kev's paws keep rolling me, until I'm on my belly. The tiger leans over, muzzle dropping next to me. His tongue rolls out, sliding up the side of my neck, rough and firm as it slides under my jaw. His hips grind downward, pumping his thickness deep, just as quick as before.

"Nnngg... Kev! You're so... ahh! Huge! Your biceps... nggg... incredible!" I manage to stammer out. It's hard to talk with a muscular tiger pinning me down and stretching me open with his over-sized stalk.

He thrusts harder. At this point, I bounce between his hips and the mattress, taking his cock from the tip to the hilt each and every time. His paws make sure of that. He's straddling my legs, too, keeping them pinned together, making sure my plush cheeks squeeze every bit of his flexing pink cock as they could. I can only arch my back and clench even harder as his thrusts destabilize. His arms squeeze around me. My cock throbs back to full arousal as the massive ball of the tiger's left bicep wraps around my muzzle, flexing into my face, covering my eyes and mouth and nose.

My ears twitch and flick as he roars into the side of my neck, teeth scraping over my shoulder. I huff into his arm as his scent grinds into my lips and tongue and nostrils. His arm flexes again and I feel his hips hold, his cock flexing deep inside. I wriggle and clench, unable to control myself now. I cum again, shooting into the mattress as my boyfriend's muscular body pushes against me, flattening me.

He cums and I can feel it, like I do every time. The warmth of his seed adds to my pleasure and my hips lilt side to side, timed with clenches and squeezes to milk his thick pink stalk every time it flexes. His teeth prick my skin as he shudders and seizes up. His bicep is like a rock against my face. His pecs and abs push against my shoulders and back. I can feel every ridge of them even through all of our fur.

After an eternity, he loosens up, inhaling deeply through his nose. His hips pump, slow now, smooth and calm. His arms pull back as he kneels upright. I can feel him shifting, slowly grinding his length into me, and I clutch at the covers and lift my hips to meet him. I know he's watching. I can turn my head and peek over my shoulder. I love watching him. His eyes point towards my rump and his hands are on his hips. My tiger's body ripples with muscle under his short, dense fur. He's breathing hard, but he's grinning as he watches his thickness slide deep into my plump rump. I rub my tail over his chest and belly and moan, almost keening, as he works his tip nice and deep.

"Oh, Kev... mmmhfff... your cock is amazing... The most muscular tiger ever..."

I keep mumbling praise until he drags his stalk free. I groan and roll over, clenching my suddenly empty rump. Kev grins down at me, growling, a paw on his cock, stroking it. I open my muzzle, tongue out. My cock is rigid once more as the tiger's shaft lurches, spurting a few last bursts of warm white seed across my lips and tongue. His tip pushes against my cheek, staining my soft tan fur.

Satisfied with his handiwork, Kev leans back and stretches. His cock flops over my chest, semi-hard and getting softer by the moment, even as thick cum soaks from the tip into my fur.

"That was really nice," Kev says, his voice low and satisfied. "How did I ever deal with morning wood before you?"

I giggle and rub my paws over his length, giving the soft skin a few good squeezes. Kev purrs and leans down to kiss me, getting some of his own cum on his muzzle as he does. He pulls back and shift himself off the bed.

"I gotta shower if I'm gonna be to class on time," Kev says, turning to go into the bathroom.

"Alone?" I ask, purring under my breath.

"Yes, alone, or I'll definitely be late," he says.

I watch him disappear into the bathroom and hear the shower a few moments later. I roll onto my side and groan, waiting just another minute before rolling out of bed and getting all the sheets into the washer.

Once he's cleaned himself up, I take my turn. He's gone by the time I get myself dried off. He takes classes in the mornings and works a security guard job at night, so I try to send him off to school happy every day, since I don't have to be to my job at a restaurant until later in the morning most days. Today, though I have the whole day off.

Our apartment is small. One bedroom, a bathroom with only a standing shower, and a small galley kitchen off of the main room, which included a small kitchen table as well as our television and couch. He's got some weights in the bedroom because I like to watch him work out and he likes it when I watch him work out. Another win-win.

In the kitchen, I find a note from him on the counter asking me to meet him at the gym at two for the same reason. Win-win. After classes and lunch at the college, he works out in the gym with a group of friends similarly dedicated to the art of muscle. I go about once a week, sometimes twice. I'll admit seeing him lifting and curling and squatting really gets me worked up, but being as we're in public, there's not so much I can do about it. I think he knows that and enjoys he's able to do this to me. Usually by the end of his workouts, I'm as worn out as he is.

But when it's not just him... when he has his friends working out with him... I mean, he knows I look because I told him I look. But only to make sure my tiger is the biggest, baddest feline in the pride.

And because his friends are all smoking hot and ripped. Like Antonio, a tall lion with a mane that goes for days. He is the only one who could rival Kev in terms of hot abs. And Jerry, a cougar like me, only broad-shouldered and built like a truck. He's the powerlifter of the group, with a round muscle-gut rather than abs. His pecs could break rocks, though, I'm sure of it, and fortunately for me he likes working out without a shirt. The last regular member of Kev's workout crew is Moe, a black panther. Moe's fur is gorgeous, the kind of deep and lush pelt you see in advertisements for fur care products. Moe faces a conundrum: trim the fur to show off the muscles, or keep the absolutely magnificent pelt and lose a bit of definition. Unable to choose, Moe decided he'd work harder until he was as defined as he wanted despite his long fur, leaving him a titan of a panther, with thick legs, broad shoulders, and enormous arms. His chest juts outward all the time, like he's constantly standing at attention, and his belly is wide and cut deep enough for his abs to shine through clearly despite the long fur.

So yes, I enjoy going to the gym and watching my amazingly hot tiger boyfriend work out with his attractive friends. Who wouldn't?

I sport a tent in my underwear the rest of the morning as I think about the gym, unintentionally working my horniness up a few levels. I decide against using my paw, though, because I decide I'm going to try to get Kev alone for a few minutes at the gym and send him off to his night job in style. Plus, doing it in a gym. That's hot.

I spend the morning in the apartment cleaning up, then go shopping for food. Kev wants to open his own security firm when he graduates, so we're saving money and eating in. By the time I need to leave for the gym, I have to change my underwear, so I change into a new outfit entirely.

If I'm gonna do it with my boyfriend at the gym, I need to dress appropriately. I grab my tightest pair of gym shorts and pull them up over my chosen undies, a black jock-style pair that wraps around my large cheeks and cups my package firmly in the front. I grab a tight black t-shirt as well, one that clings to my limber chest and smooth belly. After slipping on my gym shoes, I stuff an extra set of clothes into a duffel bag and drive over.

It's 1:58 when I walk through the doors. Kev is at the front desk, waiting to check me in as a guest, which the campus gym fortunately allows. We greet each other and walk to the weight rooms, which at this time of day are usually only in use by Kev and his friends, who, we soon discover, are already hard at work. I can hear the bangs and clangs of metal and twitch my ears. My boyfriend's paw slides down my lower back as we approach the weight room, pinching my rump teasingly before he passes through. I giggle and twitch my tail behind me as I follow after.

Kev waves to Jerry, Moe, and Antonio, calling out hello to them. I wave as well and take a seat on some rolled up mats along the far wall, across from the door. The wall on the right features a floor-to-ceiling mirror, while the wall on the left has a huge mural of various sports from one end of the room to the other. I pull out my phone and pretend to busy myself with something on it, but really I'm just watching the four huge felines exert themselves.

Kev throws himself into his routine and soon I've forgotten that I'm supposed to be watching the phone. I stare at my boyfriend, eyes wide, occasionally licking my lips as bench presses incredible amounts of weight. I can see the bulge in his gym shorts as he lays on his back, and his pecs flex so perfectly when he's shoving his arms upwards that I can almost feel them.

I track Kev through his workout, appreciating him all over again every time he flexes, but I also keep an eye on the others. Moe on the leg press machine is impressive. The panther's black fur shines under the soft white dome lights. Whenever he lifts his legs, his hamstrings bulge through his fur and shorts enough to make my muzzle water. I can't help but wonder what it would be like to have those fantastic thighs squeezing my head, keeping my muzzle on a pair of obviously large testicles. That's the other thing about Moe: despite the looseness of his white gym trunks, the panther's bulge remained on fairly permanent display, just like Kev's. An educated guess: he's packing softballs, at least. He's the biggest of the four, even taller than Kev by a few inches.

Antonio is at once the least muscular of the four while also the most traditionally handsome. His muscles are smooth and sleek, formed with meaning and definition and planning, unlike Moe's wildly powerful, hulking appearance. Antonio's golden backside rippled as he practiced planks and his buns went taut in his shorts. My mouth watered so bad I drooled a little. His mane is nice, too. It's a dark brown and he keeps it trimmed short around the sides, but slightly longer on top and at the end of his chin. He's got rich brown eyes, too. The dreamboat of the crew.

Jerry is shorter than the others, though taller than me by a few inches. What he lacks in height, he makes up for in bulk. Kev once told me Jerry wouldn't be happy until he weighed as much as Moe did, and that he was getting close to his goal. I believed it: Jerry is huge. His shoulders obscure most of his neck and his pecs bulge outward through his fur, stretching his skin taut. He's got an incredible belly, though he's packing so much muscle there's no real definition, like Kev, just an outward curve of magnificent muscle. Jerry's legs are easily the biggest of the group, too. They're about as thick around at the thighs as my chest. Speaking of chests, Jerry has got amazing pecs. As good as Kev's? No, of course not.

Well, maybe.

I am hard as a rock in my shorts, I realize, but I wait for my boyfriend to glance my way before I do anything about it. I slide off the mats with my hips out, making sure my shorts pull tight around my bulge, then I turn around to root in my bag, ass sticking up in the air behind me, the waistband of the jockstrap sticking out above my black shorts. I made sure some cheek showed before before I stood up and stretched, tensing my rump again. I quickly adjusted my dick so I wasn't so obvious before turning around and leaning casually against the mats.

Kev's eyes narrow on me and I smirk, one ear flicking towards him. I could see his shorts tent up a bit, so I swish my tail back and forth slowly behind my ankles, something I do at home before we have sexytimes. I glance toward the hallway to my left, which leads to a storage closet and the restrooms. Without glancing back at the tiger, I saunter down the hallway, making sure my rump sways back and forth behind me. Out of sight, I ignore the doors to the restrooms on the right and instead open the door on the back left, going into a storage room full of mats and equipment. I leave the light off and move a few things around, clearing space for me to sit down on a pile of hip-high mats.

My tail twitches at the tip, back and forth, and my heart pounds in my chest. I always keep it clean at the gym, but right now, after spending all morning thinking about my big tiger and his workout partners, I need him. Bad.

I grasp my shorts and tug them down, but I keep my jockstrap-style underwear on. My arousal strains against the fabric, curving from the base to the tip in a nice arc, with the head stuck under the waistband.

I hear footsteps and swivel my ears, tracking them as they approach the door. My heart pounds in my chest and I whimper as my cock flexes. A moment later, the wet spot in my underwear grows larger as my excitement builds as I sit on the mats in the darkness, leaning back so that my thighs are spread, revealing my bare rump.

The door opens, flooding the storage room with a sharp square of light centering on me, spread-eagle on the mats. The hallway light outlines Kev's sharp figure, from the tuft of white fur between his ears, around his head and neck, his huge shoulders and wide arms, even the girth of his hips and thighs.

I whimper as the tiger growls. He steps forward and the door swings shut behind him, leaving the room in pitch darkness. His low noises of arousal seem to come from everywhere as I try to peer into the darkness in front of me. My ears turn forward, straining to hear anything, and my nostrils quiver as I inhale his musky scent. It isn't until I feel his hot breath on my neck that I realize he's moved right next to me.

I yelp, but his growl intensifies. Huge paws appear from the darkness, groping at my hips and chest, pushing me down on my back on the mats. I try not to cry out again, not wanting to attract undue attention. Kev's familiar claws tickle down my hips as he pushes against me. I can feel his arousal, half-hard for now, flexing in his shorts. I whimper in the darkness, tail curling down the side of the mats, legs spreading around Kev's hips. I rub my paws up and down his arm as he pushed me flat on my backside and leaned into me, grinding his bulge against me. I feel the power in his triceps and biceps as his fingers clutch at my chest, keeping me easily pinned despite how I squirm and push my hips against him.

A few moments later, a warm and heavy length flops over my own standard equipment. I close my eyes - there was no point in keeping them open in the darkness anyways. His maleness flexes, bouncing against my belly. I reach for it and grasp it near the base, teasing my fingers against the smooth skin, sometimes pushing his fuzzy sheath down further. I could only feel him in the darkness, but that somehow made him seem even bigger. I stroke at his maleness with a paw while reaching for his chest with the other. I find his neck and dug my fingers into his pelt, pulling at his fur until he lowers his head towards mine.

Kev's hips grind forward, roughly sliding his stalk between my thighs and into my paw. I use my other hand to caress his chest, to feel the swell of his pecs and the firm flesh of his thick nipples. The tiger's tongue finds my muzzle in the darkness, but his lips push my face to the side. He slides his tongue over my jawline, to the base of my left ear. I gasped and brought both paws to his cock as his lips spread over my ear, covering the entire sensitive triangle of skin and fur with his warm, wet muzzle.

Kev suckled at my ear and I huffed into my arm, trying not to cry out. My cock flexes as I bounce my hips off the mats. That familiar need for my boyfriend wells up in my guts as his thickness strokes smoothly against my cleft, digging between my cheeks. I can't help the way my hips squirm and wriggle and move as he tries to line his cock up. He knows I can't help it when he teases my ears like that. He knows it makes me squirmy and moany and helpless. He knows that I can't sit still for a second when he's got his teeth just oh so lightly grazing my inner ear while his hot breath swarms the light fur.

Oh, he knows.

His paws grab me and slam me into the mats. His chest presses down on my as he leans his head down, keeping my ears in his incredible muzzle. I groan into his chest, loud and long, unable to help myself. I love it when he handles me rough. Hopefully, my big feline's muscular torso will muffle me enough, because I feel his cock line up under my tail hole a moment later.

Kev's pre-soaked length stunned me. His hips popped forward, filling me in a single, aching thrust. I scream into his chest as he smothers me into the mats, every muscle in his body flexing around me, hard as steel, rubbing against me, scenting me with Kev's workout musk.

He holds himself deep, not moving as I spasm around his hugeness. The tiger's chest grows, squeezing me even more firmly into those beefy pecs, smooshing my face up against them. I couldn't tell if I came or not, but I had a feeling I did. I could feel myself clench and clench and clench around Kev as his enormous shaft spread my wide. I cried out again into his meaty chest, though now it was for him to keep going.

He drew back slowly, only a little ways, then pumped in just as slowly, dragging his maleness back and forth within me. The pressure grew and grew with each thrust in, only to dissipate and leave me wanting more. My fingers clenched into fists down where they were pinned near my hips. Kev's muscular arm wrapped around my backside to cup the back of my head as he nipped at my ear, once more returning to molest the sensitive hearing equipment.

My hips jerk, thrusting into his belly. The spasm must feel good for him because it my head swam with pleasure. His teeth nip again and I thrust, harder, groaning now into his chest, begging for him to pound me. His arms tighten and I feel the balls of muscle in his biceps grind into my upper arms and backside. Kev's pace increases as I moan into his pecs. My legs cling to his broad hips as he bottoms out inside me over and over.

He's hard and rough now, losing himself in the moment, as am I. I groan into his chest as he thrusts, thrusts, again and again, until I feel his heat inside me. His claws drag down my fur as he peaks. I squeeze around him as he cums, but he's still got me pinned so I can't do much else besides groan in approval. The muscular tiger purrs as his thickness throbs deep inside, accompanied by warmth as his seed soaks into my fur and drips down the edges of the pile of mats.

Kev leans back, arms loosening, but his hips shift side to side, moving his thickness inside me. I reach for him in the darkness, but he leans back, away from my outstretched paws.

"Nnnggg... Kev..." I whisper.

His purr echoes in the room as he dragged his stalk free of my clenching rear. I whimpered and bit down on my wrist to stifle the moans as his thickness left me feeling empty once more.

The lights flash on. I wince and close my eyes, covering my face with an arm.

"Kev! Warn me about the lights!" I say, trying to sit up on the slippery mats.

"Wasn't Kev," a deep voice rumbles.

I froze, stiff from ears to tail, except for my eyelids, which flutter open. My pupils adjust quickly and I lower my arm.

Jerry, Antonio, and Moe crowd the doorway, each with a happy grin on their muzzles. Moe shoves his way inside, past the other two and approaches Kev as I watch, my muzzle hanging open. The black panther reaches out and gives Kev's half-hard cock a squeeze.

"I can see why you've been working so hard this last year," Moe said. "Your boyfriend has a nice ass."

I blush, ears plastering back at the unexpected compliment. The panther grins and tugs on his drawers, dropping them around to his ankles. A huge black-skinned erection springs up, swelling and growing hard after being constrained in the panther's underwear. I'm also happy when I realize I'd undershot my guess on Moe's balls. The panther's nuts are each almost as big as my head. The feline's dark fur ripples across his incredibly muscular body. My balls ache as I watch Kev reach over and stroke Moe's cock, eliciting a purr from the black panther.

My cock tenses and spits pre-cum as I watch my boyfriend play with such a big, fantastic cock. Behind those two, I see Jerry and Antonio losing their shorts and undies as well. They crowd into the storage room behind Moe and Kev, and soon four pairs of feline eyes train on me. Jerry smirks and elbows Antonio, who growls and flexes his shoulders, showing off his elegant shoulders.

"You always say you want more than one of me," Kev says when I meet his eyes.

My ears plaster to my head as I blush all the harder, though my eyes glue themselves to my boyfriend's white-furred paw slide along Moe's trembling length. Kev's cock jerked, half-hard, drooped over and dripping seed onto the floor.

"I'm going to finish my workout, babe," he says, grinning at me. "I'll be back later."

He squeezes Moe's cock again and the panther grunts as a large trickle of pre-cum rolls from his tip down the veined shaft, into the taut sheath at the base. Kev turns, then, and squeezes around Jerry and Antonio to get to the door. He looks over his shoulder at me, grinning hugely, and reaches for the lights.

The riot of smells in the small storage room intensifies when the lights flip off and the door closes behind my exiting boyfriend. I whimper into the darkness as I hear the three muscular cats moving closer, not bothering to conceal themselves as my boyfriend had. I feel Moe reach me first. His hot breath washes over me as he reaches out, dragging me up against his incredible chest. I squirm in his grip as Antonio, the lion, slips in behind me.

"Nice of Kev to let us do this," Moe says, grunting as he grinds his thickness into my velvet belly fur.

"Yeah, I was wondering if he was ever gonna let us at this cute little cougar's tail hole," Antonio said, his voice a rough purr into my ear.

"He's gonna make such a hot secretary," Jerry says. The cougar's fingers dig into my thighs, groping at my pelt roughly, distracting me from thinking about what he'd just said about being a secretary.

The bigger cougar grabs my paw and slides it over his maleness. Like him, it's short, but very thick, and more than fills my paw. It's easier to reach when Antonio and Moe kneel, holding me aloft over their swollen malenesses.

I'm too caught up in the moment to consider why I'm in the moment at all. Sure, I'd fantasized about this exact scenario, but I didn't expect it to happen. And I'd know Antonio was gay, but Moe and Jerry surprised me.

"Damn," Antonio growled, his paws cupping and squeezing my rump. "Kev is right, his ass goes for miles."

I whimper and blush as three sets of powerful paws grope at me, squeezing and stroking my hips and chest, pushing me back and forth against one huge muscular male or another.

"I heard he's a real moaner, too," Jerry says. His cock flexes into my paw and I gasp, as though on cue. "Too bad his muzzle is gonna be real full."

I can't process what they say after that, because I feel not one, but two huge stalks pressing together under my tail, each trying to outdo the other in pre. Antonio and Moe squeeze their chests forward, sandwiching me between them. My arm, caught by their pecs, waves helplessly, no longer able to give the cougar's shaft a good stroke. The short, wide male growls and reaches for me in the dark.

I feel his fingers catch the back of my head and drag my upper body from between the panther and lion. My hips remain trapped between them, however, so that I'm leaning over, arms outstretched, one on Moe's bulging pec and the other on the base of Jerry's thickness.

The lion and panther push upwards together, as their paws control my squirming hips easily, tugging me down. I open my muzzle to cry out, but Jerry's second paw shifts to the back of my skull and pulls me down. He thrusts hard, deep into the back of my throat, filling my muzzle and stretching my lips. He's thick, all right, and it's a struggle to swallow around the huge tube of cougar-meat pinning my tongue down.

My eyes are wide, but I can't see anything in the darkness. I can only feel the paws, the thickness, hear their eager moans and grunts, and smell their arousals. I whimper around Jerry's stalk, trying to bob as he drags my head back and forth. Under my tail, I feel Moe's incredible length stretch my tail hole, only for Antonio's own smaller, though impressive length to squeeze in after, filling my wet tail hole easily.

My legs flex outward as they shoved in together. The incredible stretching is painful at first, and I writhe against them, gagging on Jerry's cocks until my aching tail hole relaxes somewhat. Moe groans and slides his paws up my sides, stroking his claws into my fur. He's rough, not like Kev's more gentle touch, and I shudder as I feel the lion and panther push deeper.

"He's... real... right," Antonio moans, leaning forward to push his muzzle into Moe's chest. The panther dips his head, teasing Antonio's ears, as I wriggle between them, leaning out from their embrace to throat Jerry's fat shaft.

I can feel every inch of their malenesses inside me as they push in, filling me like I've never been before. In a moment of lucidity, of full senses, I think to myself that I'll have to thank Kev for stretching me out enough to handle these two massive males.

Jerry's hips pump forward. My nose pushes into his lower belly with every thrust. He stuffs himself deep and works his thumbs over my sensitive ears. I squeeze and wriggle, tightening up around the lion and panther.

"Whatever you're doing to him, keep doing that!" Moe gasps. The panther's thickness surges inside me and I realize he's hilted. The idea I'm taking the panther's incredible length makes my cock spasm, but a moment later, I outright cum as Antonio follows suit.

Jerry's thumbs grind over my sensitive ears, stroking the edges and teasing the insides. He's not as good as Kev, but really, Kev's the best at getting my ears. What Jerry is doing is more than enough to set me off, though, and my cock shoots between their hips as I spasm and clutch around them.

Moe humps, lifting me up into the air by the hips. When he pulls back, Antonio thrusts in, taking his place. My mind blanks. I can think of nothing. I can see nothing. I can hear their moans in the darkness, feel their bodies working against mine. All three are so huge, powerful, muscular... my body gives in to them, opening up to their rough thrusts. I bounce, jiggling, hips quivering, as every moment of my existence for the next several minutes involves being filled from both ends at all time by one of three huge shafts. It's a blur, and it seems to last forever. Cum trickles from my nostrils and, though I just came, my cock is still rock hard.

Antonio picks up his pace, shuddering and growling as his cock fights for space with Moe's inside me. I clench and tighten up around them, trying to push my hips back onto their thicknesses.

Jerry's claws dig into the back of my skull suddenly, just as I'm in the middle of wrapping my rough tongue along the underside of his length. I manage to get a half a breath before his stalk fills my muzzle and flexes into my tongue. The cougar's growls echo through the room, even louder than Kev's, and moments later my cheeks balloon.

I shift a free paw to Jerry's balls, cradling and squeezing what I could with my paw. His balls overfilled my hand, draping down over my wrist. I could feel them roiling as he came in my muzzle. Thick streams of white cougar-seed drizzled from my nostrils, joining the rest of the jizz I couldn't swallow as it soaked into my muzzle and chin and neck. I closed my eyes as Antonio and Moe bucked hard, sometimes both of them bottoming out at the same time inside me, which made me swallow hard around Jerry's shaft, only making the cougar clutch at my ears tighter.

It was a viciously pleasurable cycle. I worked my hips as best I could as I leaned over, only my throat holding me up over Jerry's cock now as both paws went to his balls, tugging and squeezing the huge orbs.

"Ahhh! Oh, shit... I couldn't last at all," Jerry moaned, his voice low and raspy. "He's got a killer muzzle."

My ears flick at the praise and I suckle harder, swallowing his jets of seed more quickly once I'm able to keep up with the sheer quantity.

"If you're finished, we're gonna need him full-time for a few minutes," Moe says, his voice straining.

The lion and panther grasp me in their paws, pulling me back upright, dragging me from the cougar's cock despite my protests. They sandwich me between their torsos again, so that I'm surrounded on all sides by huge pecs, hard abs, and dense fur. Their staffs piston into my rump harder than ever and I bounce, alternating from one shaft to another. My claws latch onto Moe's shoulders, since he's the one I'm facing, as they double-team me in the dark. I taste Moe's hot breath as he leans over me. Antonio's muzzle pushes into the back of my neck as I whimper and moan, unable to stop myself from vocalizing what I feel as their pecs squish my muzzle and their incredible bellies squeeze the words from my throat.

"Nnnngg... yes... so big... powerful... harder!" I gasp. "So strong..."

I swear I can see a glint from Moe's teeth as I hear him growling. His paws wrap around my hips so that he can shove me down, just like Kev did to me earlier in the day. Only now, I had Moe and Antonio filling my rump. I squeal and wriggle, cumming hard again as the two muscular felines stretch me out. I love every moment of it as their pecs and abs flex into me again, grinding their fur into my nose and lips.

Moe's claws prick me and I jerk, clenching around both. The black panther's growl pitches higher as he holds himself deep inside. The throbbing of his flexing maleness feels incredible and it sets off Antonio, who stuffs his shaft in deep, so that I'm squeezing the lion's impressive length against the panther's even more impressive stalk inside me. The two huge males cum together, doubly flooding my guts with hot feline seed. I orgasm on a loop at this point and feel like I'm going to pass out. The pressure is incredible.

They cum for a long time before Antonio pulls himself free and sprays my backside with a few ropes of sticky, thick jizz. I moan as I feel his warmth soak into my pelt. Moe's shaft flexes and I swear I can feel my belly bulge. I pant hard, limp now, barely able to lift my head. The panther grins and pulls me upwards, lifting me by my hips easily. I shudder as his thickness drags free of my very-well used rump. My tail drapes down over the floor as he sets me down on my very unsteady feet.

I lean against Jerry as the three muscular felines regain control of their breathing. The storage room stinks of sex and musk. I'm hot, tired, coated in seed, and my tail hole burns pleasurably. I probably won't be able to sit for a week, but it will be worth it.

Moe stands up and moves to the door, flicking on the lights. He reaches out and grabs a few towels, tossing them to Jerry and Antonio before wiping himself down with another. Jerry leans me up against the mats before cleaning his fur and wiping down his semi-hard shaft.

"Uh... could I get a towel, too?" I ask.

"None for you, kitty," Antonio says. "Kev wants you just like this."

My cock twitches. "Kev?"

Jerry notices and grins. "Little kitty definitely has the hots for Kev, the lucky guy."

I shiver as they ogle me and draw my legs up.

The door opens and Kev pops his head in, grinning. He's breathing hard from his workout, but his muzzle clamps shut when he sees me on the mats. The tiger pushes the door open the rest of the way and growls tightly in his throat.

"Thanks, guys... I'll see you out there in a few."

Kev's shorts plump up as he gazes at my stretched rump, my cum-streaked muzzle, my twitching cock and flicking tail. Moe slapped him on the shoulder as he went by. Antonio grinned and gave Kev's crotch an appreciative squeeze. Jerry's tail wiggled in the air behind him as he left. The tiger's muzzle spreads into a grin and he flicks off the lights.

My cock is already hard again by the time I feel his claws on my back.

* * *

That was a few weeks back. Right now, I'm straddling Kev again, riding his thickness once more, only now he's leaning back in his swanky office chair and I'm shifting up and down, rubbing myself over him as he talks on the phone.

"Yes, I'm... hf... excuse me, I'm sure we can handle it," he says, trying not to react as I bounce my hips down over his length, taking him to the hilt. "My secretary will send the contract over right away. Yes, thank you. Yes, of... hffffff... sorry, of course. Thank you again, goodbye."

The tiger tossed his cell phone onto the desk behind me and dug his claws into my hips. His eyes blazed as he growled up at me.

"You got that, Secretary? You gotta send the contracts over to the new company," he says, trying to keep his voice businesslike as I roll my hips forward.

"Yes, sir, I'll get on it right after I take care of something," I purr, grinding my belly forward, swiveling my hips around on top of his stalk. He closes his eyes and tightens his grip on me.

What he told his friends before telling me, for fear of ruining the surprise, is that he started his security firm, landed a contract, and opened an office, all before he even graduates from college. And he needs me to be his officer manager. He likes to call me his secretary. Jerry, Moe, and Antonio call me "Kev's boyfriend with the nice ass". I call myself exceptionally pleased with my position.

I drag my claws down his chest as he thrusts. I moan, head tipping back, his muzzle pushing into my smooth torso, huffing my scent. I slide back down, taking him again, the again and again, each time bringing him closer to the edge. I shiver as he tenses, holding himself back as I work him, milking him.

Kev's phone buzzes. He glances at it before digging his fingers into my rump possessively.

"Moe wants you to make copies of something for him," Kev says, "and a blow job from the hot secretary."

The tiger grins and pumps hard into my hips, lifting me higher out of the chair. He groans and I feel his shaft flexing inside me. I clench, squeezing down around him, until he goes limp, spent. I stroke my boyfriend's chest, purring at him.

"I dunno if I should," I purr, nuzzling his cheek. "What if my boyfriend finds out? He's a big, strong, mean tiger."

"I think your boyfriend would only be upset if you didn't give that panther a BJ so mind-blowing he's jealous of your boyfriend for getting to take you home every night."

Our muzzles meet. We kiss, turning our heads to the side slightly. His tongue pushes over mine as he clutches at my lower back needfully.

Just another day at the office.

The End