Pretty in Pink
One of the things I remember most about that night was the anticipation. I could hear them through the door of the hotel bathroom while I was getting dressed. The loud laughter of young men who've been drinking, beer cans being crumpled up and tossed out, ice shifting as one of them grabs another from the cooler, guys pounding each other on the back and telling each other how fucking awesome this is gonna be.
I reached into the pocket of my jeans, which were hanging over the shower rod, and fished out the card with my orders on it.
"Kohai,
I have a job for you tomorrow night. I've got some money on a college football team, and their rivals, the Wildcats, are coming into town for a game this weekend. I tipped them off that there's a pretty, willing young lady at the end of the hall of the hotel they'll be staying at. I want you to show up there, dress pretty for the boys, and keep them up all night. I know you can come up with all sorts of ways to keep horny young men entertained.
They've been told they're only allowed to fuck her in the ass, since she doesn't want to get pregnant, but beyond that they can use her any way they wish without even a condom. Show up at 9:30 that night and get dressed. There will be an outfit for you in the bathroom. At 10:00, the party starts.
Be a good boy and make me proud of you. -M."
I checked my watch. 9:45. I put the card down by the sink and looked myself over in the mirror. I'm a tiger, orange fur striped with black all over my body, fading to a paler white along my chest and belly. I have a slender build and I'm quite short for my species, but I have a taut, toned look to my body, especially along my legs and ass. I reached down and adjusted my sheath, where an inch of pinkish cock peeked out from the fuzzy flesh (it always does that, even when I'm totally soft).
My boss, you see, he never likes making life too easy for me. I can't say too much about him since he likes to keep his business discreet. Suffice it to say he sometimes lends me out to clients and business partners to help close a deal smoothly and on good terms with everyone. I'm not really a whore, since I don't get paid for it. But there's just something about him that always lets him sweet-talk me into doing whatever he wants. "But he's never had me do anything like this before," I thought, as I examined the outfit I was to wear.
It consisted of a short, pleated pink skirt, a matching tank top that would show a lot of midriff, some knee-length stockings and a set of lacy pink panties. I could have been fooled into thinking they were custom-made for me. They had a very wide-cut hole for my tail to go through, large enough for an eager young man to slip his cock in there without having to go through the trouble of taking them off, and some soft padding in the front to conceal my own sheath and testicles.
Ten minutes until show time. I drew the lacy material up over my legs and pulled it snugly against my crotch. It took me a few tries to figure out which way the skirt went on (it has a front?). The tank top followed, stopping high enough to reveal the curve of my navel and my smooth, taut belly. I looked up at myself in the mirror and smiled. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not into cross-dressing, and I've never been interested in women. But damned if I wasn't a hot little thing. I'll admit, I blushed to see myself like that.
Five minutes. I paced the tiled floor, trying to remember how women walk, how they speak, how they hold themselves. The guys in the hotel room would not be pleased if they found out I was a boy. Straight guys tend to get really worked up about messing around with other guys. If I wasn't really careful, they might freak out and take it out on me.
One minute to curtain. Actors to their places. No time to back out now.
I took a deep breath, made sure my outfit was all in order, and pulled open the door. As soon as I stepped through, the talking and laughter died down. Over a dozen sets of eyes followed me as I stepped into the room, the air hot and thick with the male scent of sweat and the haze of cigarette smoke. The room was full of young men, some in Wildcat jerseys, some in wifebeaters and shorts, some bare-chested. All were in fine shape with well-sculpted muscles and fur slick with sweat in the confined space. The sight and proximity of the strong males caused a stirring within my sheath, which I hoped would remain unnoticed.
A few of the boys whistled and gave cat-calls as I walked to the center of the room, legs stretched to show my calves as I swayed my hips, keeping my tail slightly raised to allow just a hint of what was hidden beneath my skirt. A young German shepherd with a "38" on his jersey licked his lips and nudged a teammate next to him, murmuring, "Fuck... I'm gonna love this." His friend, a shirtless black-furred wolf, nodded and reached between his legs to adjust his impressive package. "Fuck yeah, man. I can't wait to get my dick in her." I giggled inwardly. I love how straight guys curse when they're horny.
I looked around the room, trying to decide who to go for first, or who was assertive enough to take the first shot. Excited as they may be, straight guys get all weird about pulling their dicks out in front of each other. Indeed, the majority of them were glancing at each other out of the corners of their eyes, each one hoping someone else will be brave enough to get the ball rolling.
Luckily for them, one such male presented himself. A beefy lion sat at the edge of one of the beds, the only guy in the room not standing. He wore just a plain wifebeater, slightly faded and threadbare, and a pair of tight spandex shorts that looked like they were painted on. He curled his finger towards me and called over, "C'mere, baby," deep honeyed voice that might be found in a soul singer.
That confidence was what attracted me. Y'see, I'm a total sucker for dominant guys. Not just because they're big or strong, but for that confidence they carry that shows they truly own themselves. There was not a doubt in this young man's mind that I was going to go over to him and do whatever he fucking wanted.
I walked over to him, meeting his gaze head on. He was handsome, with pleasing features and a strong jaw. His mane wasn't quite full yet, indicating he may have been one of the younger players, though if he was, he carried himself with more maturity than most boys his age.
As soon as I was within reach he grabbed my hips and pulled me into his lap. He cupped one hand behind my head and pulled me into a rough kiss. He pushed his tongue right between my lips, delving deep into my mouth. He tasted hot, saliva mingling with mine, along with the sour tang of a beer he had drunk earlier. With his other hand he grabbed my wrist and put it right in his lap, wrapping my fingers around his cock without any hesitation.
I heard several of his teammates groan with envy, seeing this stud work a pretty young thing so easily. I squeezed his cock and he growled into my mouth. I could feel the outline of the swollen flesh right through that spandex. Fuck, he was big. About eight inches long and quite thick as well. I caressed his shaft through the stretchy fabric, feeling veins, straining meat and a well-shaped glans.
His fingers gripped my hair and pulled me back from his mouth. He wiped a strand of saliva off of his lips and said, "Tell me how much you want to suck my cock." He nudged my hand out of the way and pulled down the front of his shorts, his shaft springing free. It was beautiful. He acted like he was the only male in the room. He acted like he was showing all the other guys how a real stud carries himself.
I stared down at its cock, the cumslit bubbling up a small stream of clear juice as I clasped my fingers around the base. I slid down out of his lap, settling to my knees in front of him like a serving girl before her master. I looked up at him and said in my higher feminine voice, "I want to put your cock in my mouth. I want to worship it with my tongue, slide it into my throat and pump until you give me a nice messy load to drink." It was all true.
He quirked his lips into a smile and put a hand on my head, urging me down between his thighs. "Then do it, baby. Show me what a good little cocksucker you are." He had no inhibition and neither did I. I traced my tongue around the swollen head, cleaning that smear of precum away. It was hot and salty in my mouth. His shaft pulsed at the touch, and I parted my lips and slid the head into my muzzle, collaring it just behind the rim of the glans and washing it with my tongue.
The lion gave a groan from deep in his belly and pushed upward with his hips, easing more of his cock into the slick chamber of my mouth. Behind me I heard one of the boys mutter, "Fuckin' A, she's a total slut." Another replied, "Yeah, man, lookit her go. She's goin' down on him like a pro!"
The powerful male put his hands on either side of my head and began to push more forcefully with his hips, working his cock in deeper. Taking a deep breath, I relaxed my throat as he slid his meat down to the balls, his heavy scrotum anointing my chin with sweat, cock seated in my mouth like it belonged there. He smelled so strongly of musk and male that it made my head spin.
He moved just a single hand to the back of my head to guide me, freeing his other hand to reach down my back and hike up my skirt. I shivered as my panty-covered rear was bared to a group of horny young jocks. I prayed that the padding would be enough to conceal my burgeoning erection. I heard several gasps as I hiked my tail off to one side, revealing the tight pucker nestled between the warmth of my taut buttocks. "No need to be shy, fellas," my strong lion told his friends (when did he become my lion?), "She can do two at once. Can't you baby?" I nodded as best I could with a thick cock ploughed into my throat.
I sensed a few moments of hesitation, and worried that they might not take the bait. But then I heard a deep voice say, "Shit, I'll take some a' that if you pussies won't." A male moved in behind me and a pair of clawed, feline hands gripped my thighs, pulling my hips up. There was the shivery sound of a zipper, and seconds later I felt the familiar hardness of a cock pressing insistently between my rumpcheeks. I relaxed myself and pushed back, and he gave a loud moan as his bloated glans slid in. I squeezed on him tight as he submerged himself in me, and I felt his hips tremble at the sensation.
That seemed to be what the rest of them needed. From the corners of my eyes, I saw other young men pulling their cocks out, losing their self-consciousness about being aroused with other straight guys under a wave of erotic anticipation. I heard them murmuring to each other about how bad they needed this, how good it was gonna feel, how many times they were gonna fuck me. They started to close in around me, a small tiger-striped feline in girly clothes, most of them fisting their drippy cocks as they waited their turn.
They didn't have to wait long. The male behind me, a tawny-furred cougar with an amazing physique on his torso, didn't plan on holding back. Not when he had all night to use me. He grunted, rutting his hips faster, pumping his cock into my tight ass, grunting through his clenched teeth, "Jesus... f-feels like she's gonna milk my cock off... Ergh... Damn... Feels so good... F-FUCK!"
He shoved into me deep, his balls pushed up firm against my ass. I felt his shaft throbbing powerfully within me, unloading the contents of his balls, preparing a stickyslick mess for the next guy. He began thrusting again a second later, riding out his climax as I drained him for every drop I could get.
The studly lion before me groaned, a deep guttural sound, as he watched his friend shoot off in me. He planted his palm on my forehead and pushed me off of his cock, grabbing hold of the slick meat and fisting it hard. He aimed it right at my face, the bloated cumslit pursed open and ready to discharge its load. "Nnnnfff!" he grunted, biting his lip as the thick cock pulsed and splattered a mess of creamy white over my face. I held my mouth open and he fired his semen haphazardly into it, leaving gooey trails all around my lips and cheeks. He tasted salty and bitter, his seed forming a thick pool on my tongue.
As always happens, the two males' orgasms gradually faded, leaving them with two softening cocks and me with a mess at each end. The lion eased his cock back into my mouth and I gave it a gentle cleaning, nursing out the dregs of his cum. I felt semen dribbling out of my tailhole as the cougar slid out, taking only a moment to wipe his cock off on my ass. He nudged the next boy in line, the German shepherd I saw before. "She's all yours, man." Seconds later, the dog thrust his cock inside me with a squelch, using his own teammate's semen for lube.
The lion patted my head, fingers ruffling through my hair as he slid out of my mouth, stepping aside for the next male, a Doberman with the physique of a body builder. The lion clapped the newcomer on the shoulder, encouraging him, "Have at her, man. I guarantee you ain't never had a mouth on your cock like hers before."
From there on the night went smoothly. Every time one male finished, another was waiting eagerly for his turn. I was impressed by how horny these young jocks were. One pair, a wolf and a panther, were willing to press their cocks right up against each other so that I could suck them off together, rather than wait their turn. They came within seconds of each other, their dribbling cocks flooding my mouth with cum as I sucked them dry.
Others formed a semi-circle around my head, working as a team as they passed my mouth around between themselves, offering service to whoever's cock needed it most. As soon as one finished, they pulled me off his shaft to take my turn on the next guy, my mouth still sticky from their teammate's orgasm.
Some became tired after a few climaxes, and I had to coax them into staying, offering an especially skilled cocksuck for those that remained. I had to remind myself that this was a job, and that I needed to keep them going at it all night. Apart from a few half-hearted protests, none of them was willing to give up the chance for just one more orgasm in the body of a warm little tiger bitch.
I have to admit, I was relieved when I saw the sun coming up through the curtains. While a few of the boys had managed to doze off for a few minutes, I had not had a bit of rest all night. I lay my head on the bed and rested for a moment, listening to the soft breathing of a room full of studly males and the birds chirping through the window. Through slitted eyes, I saw the lion rubbing his face, blinking as the first light of dawn filtered through the shades. He growled and clapped his hands together loudly, startling all of his teammates. "Fuck! We stayed up too long. It's almost morning. Okay, all of you assholes get back to your rooms and grab as much sleep as you can before the game."
The others jumped up as he barked the orders, grabbing their clothes as they dashed out of the room. A few were kind enough to pat me on the head and say thanks or squeeze my ass as they departed. The lion was the last to go. Once again he impressed me, pulling me up to my feet and giving me a wet open-mouthed kiss, showing no inhibition against working his tongue into where most of his friends had deposited their semen just hours before. I felt my toes curl as he squeezed my well-used ass, fingers moistened from my cumstained panties.
After half a minute, he pulled back, leaving me breathless. Fuck me, but he was a good kisser. He smiled down at me and whispered, "Thanks, babe, you were amazing. You kept us up too late, but damned if it wasn't almost worth it. Lemme know if you wanna hook up next time we're in town." He pulled a calling card out of his pocket and slid it down the front of my panties. I had to stifle a whimper as it brushed the head of my cock, which had been leaking precum for hours. I was amazed that it had managed to go unnoticed all night!
He leaned in again to give me a peck on the cheek, then turned and left the room. I knew my boss had it registered until 10 am, and I thought about crashing on one of the beds for a few hours, but I decided not to chance it. I sniffed, the air thick with the stale smell of male sex and cum, with the more distant odors of beer and tobacco mixed in. I snickered to imagine what the cleaning staff would think when they came in.
I went back into the bathroom to shower and change back into my street clothes. After I had cleaned up, I looked at the lion's card. His name was John. I smirked at the irony. I'll admit, I felt guilty about what I had done. He seemed like a great guy, and I had hurt his chances at winning a game he cared about just because my boss wanted to make money off of his sport. I hated to think that his team would lose because of me. I wanted to make it up to him somehow.
Then I remembered that my boss's team, the Predators, would probably do a quick workout that morning to warm up for the game. Young college boys tend to be very horny first thing in the morning, and I remember hearing that some coaches order their teams not to cum for a few days before a game. They think it makes them play with an edge...
I knew that it would just create trouble with my boss, and that if he found out he'd make me regret it. Still, it just felt like the right thing to do. I got myself a cup of black coffee and headed down to my car to make the drive over toward campus and the Predators' locker room. Offering the services of a pretty little tiger to both teams only seemed fair. They might protest a bit, but... I know how to handle straight boys.