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Family Business VI

(To read this chapter, you must agree with the disclaimer and copyright posted in the first chapter.)

(After a brief break, I'm again ready to rock and roll. Or jazz and disco. Whatever your taste is. I'm a tolerant guy. And now I'll stop yapping.)

This would give a whole new meaning to the phrase "fan service".

The vetting process had been very_thorough indeed, but even then, no chances were being taken. The security that had been hired was among the best in the world--Max had suggested them, in fact, as his father had worked alongside their company in The Region more than a few times. These were the kinds of guys that were intimidating _without their M4s, body armor, and pepperspray--so when they went around in full regalia, they were nothing less than terrifying.

Five of these guards were positioned in strategic locations around the room. They were to be invisible, really; just presences there that could be safely ignored--like the cameramen. And yet, unlike the cameramen, the guards had the ability and the desire to arrest, harm, or even kill anyone that did a damn thing wrong to Sara.

The tigress knew all that, of course. But she couldn't stop herself from being nervous. It was so rare, after all, that she did scenes with males other than her brother. And while it was true that she had been with fans a few times before, and that she did have a mildly active personal sex life, something like this... She tried to think of it as just another scene. After all, she'd been with multiple male actors before. What was the difference between that and this?

She wished her brother was there, though. Or Max or Amir or Jin. They'd make her feel less nervous... but Sam hated even the idea of his sister doing anything sexual with anyone but him, and it would be kind of awkward to have a platonic friend watch her do her job. Besides, all four of the boys were busy doing their own things...

Sara was nude from the waist up; her only clothing was a pair of sleek athletic pants that clung to her form. They were black in color, with a single blue stripe running down either side--it was as if she'd just been hauled off the street from a jog or something, stripped half naked, and tied by the paws to the floor-to-ceiling metal pole in the center of her house's secondary studio.

There was only one camera there, as the scene was supposed to seem roughly amateurish. After all, despite having a smoking hot body and a pretty face, Sara still somehow had a girl next door sort of feel. She didn't wear tons of make-up, after all, and she was 100% natural.

As for the actors, they were all around. Five, six, seven, eight... Sara blushed and quit counting. She gave her hair a toss, instinctively struggling against the binds that held her to the pole. Why on Earth was she counting? She had known from the beginning that there would be twelve of them.

"Quiet on set," the director called, rather unnecessarily. Sara wasn't talking to anyone, nor were the guards, the two other techies in the room, nor the actors themselves. The members of the latter group, in fact, were too busy pawing at themselves to be interested in speaking to other males--after all, they had all dreamed about an opportunity like this for the longest time.

And now it was time for Sara to speak.

"Hi guys," she said with a smile, tracking the camera with her eyes. "I just wanted to thank you all for everything you've done for me, my little bro, and Mom. We've gotten loads of stuff over the years... letters, stuffed animals, and, well, the kinds of things that you don't touch without latex gloves and a mask on."

She grinned a little bit; an action that wasn't entirely hammed up. It rarely took too long for Sara to get into things once she started.

"Anyway, since it's you guys that have given us everything, we did a little lottery starting a few weeks ago for our Extreme Insiders. See, you don't just get bloopers, exclusive scenes, and private cam shows for $250 a month," she teased. "There were twelve winners, and you'll meet them in just a second... when they start to cum all over my face."

That was the cue for the first one to step forward in front of the tigress. He was a businessman, a human, with dark hair and eyes and a physique that was, to be honest, rather less than attractive. His member was also subpar, certainly in comparison to Sam, but that didn't matter. Sara looked up at him, smiled, and then shut her eyes as he began to paint her face with his cum.

His issue was quite thick indeed, suggesting that he'd been "saving up" for several days. The texture of his seed was roughly similar to glue, and it would take a fair amount of washing for Sara to get it out of her fur later, particularly if it dried--but for now, the tigress simply giggled and held still. Moaning, the human rubbed the tip of his member against her snout, several times, as roughly a tablespoon of his cum glazed over her from her nose to between her eyes. That was a good start, and a sexy one, too. The line of spunk was easily visible, even from several feet away.

The next male was a lanky ferret who couldn't have been more than three inches taller than the tigress. Even then, he looked nervous and unsure of himself, as he stepped forward and began to paw a bit faster to hit his climax. Sara couldn't see why, however--he wasn't bad-looking. If she had a free paw, she would have given him a much-needed ego boost by massaging his balls... but all she could do was sit there, smiling at him in a comforting manner, as he too began to cum.

His ejaculation was rather more rapid than the human's, and more watery as well. Sara shut her eyes and flinched the teeniest amount as several successive shots of the ferret's seed struck against her cheek, slowly trickling down until they soaked into her sleek ruff.

"Ooh, that's it, baby," the tigress murmured, as the ferret moaned and attempted to coax a final few drops of cum out of his cock, "give it to me. Put it all over my face..."

In the end, the ferret did manage to shoot a final teaspoon of seed onto the corner of Sara's mouth. He seemed to almost collapse from the realization of his dream--to give a bona fide porn star a facial--but he managed to drag himself out of the way to the corner of the room for his pants and a great seat to watch the rest of the show. After all, things were only just beginning...

"This is so wrong. I can't believe I'm doing this--"

"Bull, AJ. Don't lie, bro; this is like a dream come true for us both. Isn't this the sweetest thing? Come on, there are worse ways to do this. And I know you want to do this."

"Well, that is to say, I'm not... opposed to the idea..."

"That's the spirit. Max, you okay? You seem kind of, I don't know, stiff."

"Sam, I really don't know about this, man. I mean, my dad's in the military--he's _fighting_the guys who make these videos."

"This is a parody, dude. Just... think about it like this. Yes, it's important to fight these guys, but we do have to make fun of them, too, right? We can't be all serious business 24/7."

"Well, when you put it like that, I guess..."

"Great."

Max adjusted his grip on his AK 47--that is, his AK four to seven. It wasn't a functional rifle, of course; when the trigger was pulled a light on its muzzle flashed red and it made a pathetic sort of rattling sound. It was also far, far too small for his paws--it was uncomfortable to hold, but Max wouldn't be in the scene for long. Just a few minutes in the beginning, then he'd be gone.

"Sam, you sure me and Max belong in this scene, man? AJ I can see in this kind of video--actually, I'm surprised he hasn't been in a few already--but I'm Asian and Max is a white boy."

"That's why you're wearing ski masks, Jin. Besides, this is supposed to be funny. Mom, are we ready to go?"

"Just a moment, Samir... let me get the angle right... that's it. Okay, we're recording now."

AJ stood up straight, then, caressing his own AK four to seven in his hands. He'd shot up, of late, standing over eye to eye with Sam easy--but he had the pinched, too-thin look of a young boy that had grown too fast. It didn't show under his clothing, however... he just looked like he had a thin, Celtic-Paki face under his shemagh and turban.

As for Max, he didn't seem like he could have been any stiffer, but somehow he managed to be. Sam looked short, next to him, and actually kind of pathetic--but that was good. Max was supposed to be the tiger's bodyguard. After all, al Qaeda higher-ups only chose the biggest and deadliest men to protect their lives.

It seemed that Jin was the only male in the room that was cool with the situation. Fear of embarrassment simply didn't seem to register with him--in fact, the moment he heard that the video had started, he took one paw off his (plastic) RPG and made a series of subtle motions that showed what part of LA he identified with the most.

Sam was aware that the lighting in the room was bad, and the camera they were using could barely capture video in 360p. It was a great analogue for the 1990s crap that was state of the art in the caves of the Afghan-Pakistan border. In fact, the entire scene would be done with fairly poor production quality, which was why Jasmine was working the camera.

The green eyed feline raised a prepared statement and began to speak in a tongue that was now quite unfamiliar to him.

"This goes out to all you who cut your grass with dull shears," he began. "Soon, your blue clothing will be broken down. The mighty Sheikh has already made plans for a big, overcooked birthday cake. Your outside walls will dry out if you don't see upside-down."

Sam's rants were pure nonsense, of course, but he managed to make it sound threatening with a straight face. It was fortunate that of those on camera, AJ was the only one that understood Urdu--and he too managed to avoid cracking a grin.

Jasmine, on the other hand, simply found this ridiculous and stupid--she irritably stroked her hair and waited for Sam to finish having his fun.

"Vehicles will no longer be the same," Sam warned. "I will be a lightning bolt that washes down your ugly mountainside. Broad cliffs will begin to reason awkwardly, and your harmonicas will melt into floating chess pieces."

Whoever said that mad libs were useless? The tiger's voice was getting shaky--hey, he might have been nineteen years old, but more inane lines had gotten rises out of people more mature than he. Sam reached for a handle at his waist, then, and draw a vicious, broad-bladed scimitar... about as large as his forearm.

"Your telephones will fail to function on Thursdays," he warned. "Watch out for fat opposite elephants and you will never enjoy round alcohol. Al is the greatest!"

"Al is the greatest," Max, Jin, and AJ repeated.

"Al is the greatest!" Sam said again, this time with greater vehemence.

This time, however, his boys did not speak again. AJ simply half-raised his rifle, aiming it from the hip at the one that Max and Jin brought into the narrow view of the camera.

Her paws were bound behind her back, and she was gagged with a handkerchief. A burlap bag had been placed over her head, so she couldn't see--but she knew exactly what to do. She walked alongside Jin and Max as if they were shoving her forward, and dived forward the second they gave her the teensiest nudge, messily landing on a scarred wooden table with an audible sob.

Sam pulled the bag off her head, revealing her face to the audience for the first time.

She was a tigress, it seemed. Her coat was pale, although not white like Jin's. And with long, sleek black hair and eyes the shade of almonds, she was the picture of Bengali beauty.

She was a Hindustani, a first generation Indian-American, and one of the very few South Asians in the country (apart from Sam and his family) to enter the adult industry. She was slim, but well-figured with healthy C cup breasts and a tight, curvaceous ass.

In fact, with pronounced bone structure like hers and great, sleek fur, Sam found her quite desirable indeed.

Her acting was convincing, unnervingly so. She'd managed to make herself cry from the onset of the scene, even though she'd understood every idiotic word Sam had said. For his part, the tiger was actually concerned to see such a decent-looking female so upset--he hesitated, just for a heartbeat, until she made eye contact with him and winked.

The camera wouldn't pick that up, fortunately. Nor would it pick up the brief, slight grin Sam cracked in reaction.

The tiger pulled her head back by her hair--gently--and held his faux-sword to her neck.

"We have captured one of your unbelieving women. Now you will taste the depths of our strawberry milkshakes..."

That was the cue for Max, Jin, and AJ to leave. Once they'd left the camera's viewing angle, they set down their fake gear and waved goodbye to their buddy and his mother. A moment later, they were outside of the studio itself, and not a moment too soon. Sam had already started to pull away at the rough cotton clothing his partner for the scene had been wearing... it was surprising, actually, that even after getting so much ass, his sexual appetite was still nigh insatiable.

"Well... that's one entry to cross off of my list of things to do," AJ said. "I've made a jihadi video to be spread around on the internet... excellent. Now, I won't have to worry about having those blue eyed boys break down my door--"

"Hey, man, you have blue eyes," Max pointed out.

"You know what I mean. DHS, CIA, FBI, ATF, alphabet soup agencies. I won't have to worry about them--it's a joke."

"I wouldn't stop worrying, brah," Jin sniggered. "What about that crate of ivory I got you last week?"

"And you shoosh."

Sam was often described as one-man bukkake squad on the common instances that he finished himself on female face(s). Now, Sara was starting to see why. Two males had came on her face already, and the amount and quality of seed they had produced was pathetic in comparison to Sam's.

She was quite lucky, she realized, to be able to mate with a stud like her little brother whenever she wanted. She'd get him to cum on her face later, she decided, perhaps immediately after a brief shower, when she still smelled roughly like the other men she'd been with. That way, Sam would be eager to mark her as his quite thoroughly indeed.

The third male was now lumbering up to her. He was not unattractive, she decided, although she'd never really had a thing for canines, with a few notable exceptions. This male hit the gym a lot, but it was blatant that he juiced like crazy. His muscles were simply too big, as if they were filled with water rather than flesh, and simply by walking he made it clear that his agility and flexibility were both quite poor indeed.

Worse, he couldn't control himself, even though he was the one providing pleasure to his cock. Maybe it was because this was the first time that he'd ever actually set eyes on a female as attractive as Sara, on her knees with her paws behind her back and waiting for his cum--but he'd barely gotten in front of her by the time he began to shoot off.

At least he could cum a fair amount, although it was still just the watery stuff. The tigress shut her eyes and caught several drops on her lips and chin and neck, though most of the Labrador's seed landed on her chest. Within seconds, Sara had a glistening pearl necklace.

She'd always found the act of taking cum onto her tits erotic, and so she thanked the male by grinning up at him and gyrating her chest in the air, just for a moment. He enjoyed the eye candy almost too long--one of the guards closest to Sara placed a paw on a marked can carried in his vest, but then, the canine moved away.

Until then, the camera had been within three or so feet from Sara. The views it captured were strictly close-ups of either the males cumming onto her, or the immediate results thereof. Most of their seed remained visible on the outside of Sara's coat, but some had soaked into her fur itself and would not easily come out. To be sure, the targeted views of the tigress's cheeks and snout and breasts marked with cum were quite nice indeed--but a full body shot was needed, just to spice things up.

And so the cameraman took a few steps back, and panned over Sara's body a few times. Smiling in a raunchy, satisfied sort of way, the tigress either looked into the polished glass lens in front of her or the males that had yet to find their release that day. She rarely liked the idea of other people watching her fuck, but this time, she actually felt pretty sexy. It was probably because there were so many males in the room, lusting only after her--but she decided to give her fans a little bang for their buck.

It was difficult to move at all, much less in a manner that would make her look more attractive, but Sara managed it. She gyrated herself as she'd done just seconds ago, albeit for a little longer and in a larger range of motions. Furthermore, she grounded her hips into the air as if being cummed on by several males was turning her on--and, in fact, it sort of was.

A few soft, feminine moans escaped the tigress's maw. The expression on her face was not instinctive to her--it was learned, and she'd only gotten it right with time and a great deal of practice. She made herself look like a bit of a slut, then, but she didn't care what her fans thought about her--she was just giving them a service in exchange for her dollars. On the other hand, if her brother or mother thought she was a slut, then she'd have a problem.

The director decided to ramp things up, then. Instead of waving forward one male, he motioned for two to stand at either side of Sara's face. Eager to facialize the tigress after she'd put on a show like that, the panther and the fox all but ran forward, stroking at themselves vigorously the moment they were in position.

Just for a few seconds, Sara made eye contact with either of them in turn. Perhaps if they were doing something other than pawing themselves to completion right in front of her face, they'd have talked to her--asked her innocent sorts of questions, like those she sometimes received when she was noticed by her non-creepy fans. Just then, though, the only thing on either male's mind was sex, sex, sex, sex.

The fox climaxed a second before the panther did, and that gave Sara time to close her eyes before the feline's seed drooled from the tip of his cock onto her shut eyelids. His spunk was significant in volume, but rather poor indeed in quality. It just didn't have the same potent tang to it that Sam's did. Still, Sara knew that there was a fair amount of thick, white fluid trickling over her eyes and cheeks--good.

The panther shot off with more force, and, as a corollary to his co-cummer, his seed was decent in quality but small in volume. The five or six blasts of spunk he marked Sara's face with struck her on the cheek, mostly, but one or two series of droplets got onto her forehead and snout as well.

Now, the tigress was actually starting to enjoy herself. Not a lot, but a little bit. She liked the idea that so many men in so many places found her sexy, and she liked even more the feeling of several males' mixed, thick cum smearing all over her face. She flashed the camera--or where she imagined it was--a raunchy grin, and waited for the scene to go on. That was five males down... seven to go.

The plan had been for Sam to get right into things. He wasn't even supposed to take off all of her clothing--he had intended to just throw the tigress down on all fours and mate her with all the raw, savage lust of an animal.

But he couldn't help himself, she was just too hot. He'd never done a scene with her before... in fact, he'd never done a scene with anyone of South Asian heritage, except for his mom and his sister. It was pleasant to meet someone of heritage similar to his own in his line of work, in which the preferred greeting was a smack to the ass or a cock to the mouth.

The gag remained, but in seconds, Sam had messily demolished most of the rest of the tigress's clothing. It was a simple matter, as her clothing was cheap and overlarge, and his claws were designed to cut through much tougher materials indeed. Her underwear--a pair of lace white panties and a matching bra--would be somewhat more difficult to remove, but after a second of pondering Sam decided to leave them on.

As the tigress's paws were bound behind her back, she couldn't easily crawl forward or attempt to bat the tiger away. She did move her legs a bit, weakly, as if she'd been beaten up to the point where her fighting spirit was crushed. Sam simply ignored her pathetic struggles, although he knew that the camera would not.

He yanked her back by the hair, a little bit, so that rather than lying down on the table, she was bent over it. She had quite an ass, worthy of worship and attention that Sam would have been glad to give to it in almost any other scene--now, the tiger could only spank her, hard, so that her tail lashed around in pain and fear.

With his left paw controlling the tigress's hair, Sam roughly rubbed at her slit with a few fingers of his right hand. She was wet, and the slick fluids designed to ease the passage of a male's sex into her smelled, in a word, delicious--but Sam shook them from his fingers as if they were poisonous and vile.

He leaned forward, then, and messily kissed at the back and sides of the tigress's neck. He was surprised by how much he was getting into this--good God, were there terrorist genes in him? The possibility was disturbing, but it was more of a probability than Sam wanted to admit. He found that his mindset was becoming increasingly predatory... he'd have to look into this a bit later. Maybe Sara would let him explore his newfound interest...

For now, though, he had a job to do, and to do that, he had to put aside how much he wanted to lay his partner down, on a bed, and spend several hours kissing and worshiping every inch of her before making sweet, sweet love to her every orifice. He had to be rough, mean, even violent, and behave like the asshole every TSA agent he'd encountered in his life had projected onto him.

And so the tiger pulled his partner's panties aside, but not off, and vigorously rubbed her with a paw for a moment. He tried to keep the expression on his face cruel and condescending, but hot damn was this girl turning him on. He'd have to get her name, later, after he'd fucked her brains out.

"C'mon, guys, no one wants to put it on my tits? No one wants to put it on these big fucking tits?"

Now, Sara was halfway through her increasingly pleasurable task. The sixth guy to have a turn cumming on her had been truly pathetic. Hardly two drops of admittedly potent seed had finally been coaxed from his member after a full thirty seconds of vigorously pawing. Sara had actually seen them fall, though where they landed on her she didn't know. It probably didn't make much of a difference, anyway.

The tigress was able to open her eyes, now that most of the spunk on her eyelids had dried up. If it was Sam that had painted her face, she'd have had to wipe some of the seed away with her fingers, as it would simply be far too thick for the tiny muscles in her eyelids to break through. But, she reminded herself, most men were not sex Gods like he was. In fact, as far as she was concerned, no one was.

Her next partner was another human, it seemed; a 20-something with a decent physique and a thick, brown beard. He wore sunglasses as well, and seemed to purposefully look away from the camera--Sara understood. Back when she was new to the business, she and Sam hadn't wanted to be recognized either, and this guy seemed like a working profession. She gave him a sweet smile and then tilted her head back, thrusting her chest a bit forward in a hopeful, suggestive manner.

He got the hint, then, and for the first time that shoot, Sara's breasts were glazed with masculine seed.

Although a bit watery in texture, this male's cum was very white and decent in volume. Someday he'd make a female of his own quite happy, Sara mused, as she looked down to watch a respectable amount of baby batter trickle down from the tops of her perky breasts to her somewhat erect, pink nipples. She moaned, a little, and held still for a moment as the actor left and the cameraman moved in to get a long, slow closeup of the many droplets of cum clinging to her fur and sweet, soft flesh.

As the camera was pulled away, Sara gave her hair a toss and tilted her head back farther still. Technically, bukkakes involved cum strictly on feminine faces, but fuck it, she could improvise. She had never been all about strict adherence to tradition anyway.

Hoping to make it clear what she wanted, she opened her maw wide. She even went so far as to stick her tongue out a little, in a blatant, universal display of hunger, but either her next partner was stupid or he didn't particularly care what Sara was in the mood for. She couldn't blame him for that, and besides, his choice of where to cum was pretty good.

Sara didn't catch his species or appearance, but this male seemed to be quite tall. Probably as tall as Sam. He wasn't nearly as hung, of course, but still he seemed to be a healthy six and a half. He was actually somewhat competent--he only stroked at himself for a few seconds after he took his position, next to Sara, before he climaxed for the petite, beautiful tigress.

She couldn't really tell much about the quality of his seed, but there did seem to be a fair amount of it. No--it did seem to be fairly thick, judging by the way he shook his member, after quietly moaning in pleasure, presumably to detach strands of spunk connecting his cockhead to her face. He had smeared his issue against Sara's forehead, as if to mark her as his own. It was too bad he wasn't virile enough to write his name onto her face with his seed... maybe Sam would do that, if she asked. That would be pretty hot, actually.

The ninth male seemed overeager; he raced forward before Sara could fully enjoy the feeling of having her forehead marked with cum. Then again, it was flattering to the tigress to think that males would run simply to stroke themselves to completion on her face. In fact, they'd probably fight one another, too... earugh, she wasn't sure she wanted that to happen. But still, there was something quietly pleasing about seeing the male's interest, and the relief on his face when he finally stood in front of Sara, practically straddling her body in order to paw himself to a climax right into her hot, wet, sexy little mouth.

She couldn't talk with her mouth open, of course, but she could make eye contact with the male--just for a moment--before tracking the camera with her vision, intimately, as it swung around before her, nudging the male out of the way. With exaggerated gusto, as if her mouth was full of cum--which wasn't nearly the case--Sara tilted her head forward, swished the tangy fluid in her maw around, briefly, and then teasingly held it out in the cusp of her tongue.

She then smeared it over her lips, slowly, swallowing or otherwise wasting not a drop in the process. She then faced the camera with half-lidded eyes and grinned seductively. There were only three males left. How would they finish themselves...?

She had great stripes. Really great stripes. The pattern they made on her back, emanating out from her spine, was almost hypnotic--no, more like psychedelic. Sam hadn't been on LSD or shrooms for a while (although he had no reason not to--he wasn't likely to give himself a drug test) but the perfect merger of black fur on white made him recall a pretty good acid trip, some months ago, on a snowy mountainside.

Taking his partner doggystyle was probably the best way to do things. For one thing, a terrorist raping an "infidel" woman would not be likely to give her the intimacy of taking her missionary style, or in another, more artisanal manner. This sexual position was among the most feral of them all. Even Jasmine--once or twice--had been reduced to mewling and moaning when her son made love to her like that, as if he was a big, strong, wild tiger, and she was just his striped little bitch.

And this female was submissive by nature. Perhaps not in the same way that Sara was, but Sam could tell that she liked it hard, fast, and rough. That she liked it when her male of the scene put her in her place, under his thumb. And Sam was only too happy to comply.

He did not disrobe entirely, or even partially. All Sam did was untie his trousers and let them fall halfway, letting his long tunic continue to cover his ass. He rarely simply went to sex the way he was doing now--almost always he was given foreplay, and now and then he returned the favor.

Still, this was pretty hot. Now that he thought of it, it had been some time since he'd simply bent one of the two females in his life over a table and fucked her just like that. Doing preplanned scenes and prepping them for release took a lot out of the tiger... he'd have to remember to be more spontaneous in the future.

For now, Sam positioned himself behind the female. She was quite wet indeed, and it boosted the tiger's ego to know that he could turn her on with so little effort at all. He proceeded to tease her, just a little bit, placing a paw on her hip and using the other to hold his member. He rubbed the head of his thick, barbed cock against the female's exposed slit several time, lightly swatting at her clit for a few seconds. She shuddered against him a little bit; he knew she wanted it--but she managed to keep the act up, for a moment, and mewl a few inaudible words of protest and attempt to squirm away.

And so Sam entered her. With a single, long thrust, the tiger let go of his cock and plunged deep, deep into the female's pussy. Immediately, she clenched up around him and drew her legs together in an attempt to get the overly large cock inside her out--and that was no act. Sam was large enough that it took most females several teasing moments to get accommodated to his size if they could at all. Even Sara, who he mated more in a week than most husbands did to their wives in a year, still required a few moments each time they fucked to avoid injuring herself. Even Jasmine, who was almost six feet tall, had a tough time taking her son, though she was less prone to admitting it.

But to this female, Sam was merciless. That was part of the scene, after all. He began to mate her, then, rather quickly. He didn't quite pound her, as that really did have the possibility of injuring her, but he did give it to her fast enough to make her shudder against him and sort of grind backward. Had she climaxed? Sam wasn't sure, but he liked to think so. He liked the idea that he was able to give females so much pleasure so easily.

And, of course, she was returning the favor. She was tight, yet moist and very warm indeed. It was true that he still preferred mating his sister or mother, but damn was this femme giving both other tigresses a run for their money--and he was only standing behind her and mating her in a rather repetitive, generic manner. He wanted to see what she could do when she really wanted to please a male... but, alas, that couldn't happen in a scene like this.

Sam's control was perfect. For a full two minutes, a few seconds of recording might have been simply looped, if it wasn't for the tendency of the camera Jasmine was manning to constantly unfocus and refocus and attempt to relearn the lighting of the area. Both of his paws were on her hips to hold her in place--although she was no longer trying to escape, if Sam didn't anchor her in place somehow, the force of his affections would knock her off the table.

After he felt his own pleasure rise, just a bit, Sam slowed his thrusting for a moment. He continued to take her doggystyle, but in a far, far more intimate manner. With each gentle, forward thrust, he hilted himself in her balls-deep--and every time he pulled back, he took the entirety of his shaft out of her, leaving only the pool ball-sized head of his cock in her slit. Her ass pressed against his groin, filling his vision and mind with lust and the desire to see it jiggle with the ferocity of his attention--and so it wasn't long before he was fucking the tigress hard and fast again.

Jasmine had taken the camera off the tripod, then, and carried it in her hands as she made her way behind the working couple. Sam got the idea, and lifted one leg up, placing his foot on the table in order to take the tigress at a slightly different angle. There was a name for that position, it was a variant of doggy that was erotic although difficult for most males to pull off--but at a full ten (or more?) girthy inches long, Sam had no problem giving it to his partner more deeply than most could in cowgirl. In the meantime, his mother knelt behind him and angled the camera up so that the viewer could see just how much the tigress's slit was spread apart by Sam's activity.

For his part, Sam had never really seen the appeal of such an angle, but a significant part of his audience liked it. Mostly, it was females--size queens--who liked to watch his balls churn and bounce and smack up against the receiver of his sword, and see his partner almost split apart. Some males liked it as well, but Sam had long since given up trying to understand the sexual desires of his gender.

The tigress was giving him an uncommon amount of pleasure, though. This was rare, this truly was. Even at the beginning of his career, Sam had found it quite natural to hold himself off from a climax at will--he'd never had a problem with premature ejaculation, ever, and yet the tight, pale tigress face down in front of him was testing his control.

He hissed, then, not in pain or anger but in pleasure. Jasmine brought the camera back, then, to capture what happened next.

Sam smacked his partner's ass, hard enough to make her gasp in a significant amount of very real pain. He then spanked her again, several times, not quite as hard but in an unsuccessful attempt to avoid shooting a vodka shot-sized dollop of precum deep into her slit. He didn't know why, but she was really, really turning him on.

The tiger leaned forward, then, resting his chest on the female's back. He was skinny, it was true, but his shoulders were broad and his chest was not completely devoid of muscle. Although it felt very much like this girl would have liked to be more or less crushed by a partner that weighed a hundred (or two hundred) pounds more than her, she was very satisfied by Sam's power, resting directly against her back. Their two bodies played off of one another, then, as he ground his hips forward and she ground hers back, as he nuzzled his face against her sweet-smelling hair and she tensed herself up, becoming impossibly tight around him.

In time, Sam's paw made its way to her throat. He grabbed her but did not squeeze the slightest bit--that would be dangerous, as the tigress really had no way whatsoever to tell him to stop or force him to do the same. He wasn't even really into asphyxiation, though he suspected that she might be. It was more for the show, although there was the slight element of the power trip nonverbally threatening to choke the female gave him. Sam loved stroking his--ego, at any and all opportunities.

Sara's tenth partner was an older guy, aged fifty or so, but that didn't unduly bother the tigress. He was still pretty fit, and there was something roughly endearing about his salt-and-pepper hair and bookish face. Although she'd rather learn about Othello from him than have him cum on her face, she wasn't going to complain.

The tigress kept her expression positive, but not cheesy, as the mountain lion began to stroke himself off right in front of her. He didn't foreshadow where he was going to put it at all, and so when he stepped forward even more, Sara just held still and let him cum exactly where he wanted to.

His seed was again thick and glue-like. There was a very significant amount of it indeed, but it more oozed out of his cock than shot out. It was pretty sexy, though, and Sara felt sure that whatever female was his (records indicated that he was married, clearly to a very liberal-minded wife indeed) was a happy girl indeed. She was able to watch, grinning, as the tan-furred feline drew his member back, slowly, laying down a thick line of ball snot that reached from in between her eyes almost to the tip of her sweet little pink nose.

"Ooh, yeah," the tigress said, in her sluttiest voice. "Feels good, having so much fucking cum all over my face. Mmm... c'mon, guys... who's next?"

By this point, there wasn't exactly much fur on Sara's face that wasn't glistening and sticky with cum. Here and there, a few patches of pristine orange, white, and black fur remained, but there wasn't much at all. Still, there was nothing remotely off putting about giving a sloppy seconds facial, so to speak. And so the next male, a somewhat built equine, sauntered forward without feeling the slightest bit of remorse.

Contrary to the stereotype, this male was not superhung. He wasn't small, of course, at a healthy six and some inches long, but he couldn't compare to Sam. In fact, no potent male that Sara had come across could. Her brother was one of a kind.

A bandana and sunglasses made Sara's eleventh partner for the scene look a bit thuggish, but who cared? All sorts of people enjoyed her videos, and surely some of them made their living selling drugs, guns, and other immoral stuff, not like incest porn. Sara wasn't the kind of girl to like bad boys at all, but Hell, a little diversity was good, now and then.

This male seemed to want to touch Sara very much, however, and it was that and not his appearance that made three of the guards closest to him take a warning step forward and half-raise their firearms. The horse got the message, though, and simply stroked a bit harder, almost, but not quite, rubbing his cockhead against Sara's presumably soft, sweet cheek fur.

His seed was watery and probably not very good in quality, but there was a fair amount. There was enough to sort of douse the tigress's cheek, so much so that she actually felt the warm liquid against her flesh. She was literally dripping cum off her face now, and she wasn't sure if she found that hot or just messy, but her fans would like it. They'd been begging her for a bukkake scene for some time, after all.

The equine stepped aside, and, so, the last male of the bukkake squad was able to step forward. He was a lion with a big bushy mane and the kind of physique that was only achieved through a good diet and plenty of exercise. Sara actually found him pretty hot--she was only really attracted to felines, and this one was almost the picture of masculine, feline beauty. True, his eyes were a rather odd shade of hazel or green, but she wouldn't mind running her paws through that thick mane of his. She wouldn't mind that at all.

He didn't need to stroke at his cock for a long time before finishing. Now his issue Sara was actually impressed by. There was a decent amount, and it was neither too thick nor too watery. True, the drop or two that landed on her tongue didn't taste very good, but she could tell that he was capable of siring as many cubs as he liked.

Several long strands of the lion's cum--she couldn't count how many exactly--painted the sides of Sara's face. It was as if they were the frame, and her cum-covered face was the photo. The tigress was disciplined enough not to recoil reflexively, although the lion came pretty forcefully, in fact.

By the time he was finished, Sara was literally drenched in cum--literally. She could feel it soaking into the fur on her face and chest, and resting on the outside of her coat to provide a dappled sheen where it was oversaturated with masculine seed. She was blushing a bit, but she didn't care--she simply tracked the camera with her face, and eyes, as it panned over her from several different angles.

She felt pretty sexy, then; pretty sexy indeed, and it wasn't just because she was covered in an amount of spunk that even Sam might have a tough time producing in a single climax. It was because twelve males consecutively had found mind (and ball) blowing pleasure simply by standing close to her. She hadn't needed to lift a paw to please them enough to stand off in the corner of the room, watching eagerly, happily, with their limp cocks exhausted and dangling before them.

Maybe she'd hang out with them, later. Who knew--some of them might be decent guys, and besides, there was always fun to rustle up at a nearby bar, or something. But Sara took another look at the equine, and when the camera was done rolling, she spoke over her shoulder to the security agent that was releasing her paws.

"Do you think you guys could stick around for a while?"

"That depends, ma'am."

"On what?"

"I'm actually a big fan, too. Can I have an--autograph?"

Jasmine was not a particularly good director or cameraman. This wasn't to say that she was bad, or even subpar, like so many amateur porn producers were. When she'd started to video her children mating, she had done so with enough skill to make her marginally competent--but no more.

She was the perfect recorder of that moment's events, though. Mostly, the tigress left the camera on its tripod or held it in her hands, albeit a bit shakily. Sometimes, she did move around and capture her son's and his partner's passions from different angles. A few moments of action were captured from on Sam's shoulder, a few more were captured from overhead, and a few others yet were close-ups of the tigress's face--and despite the fact that she was being fucked by a stud skilled enough to have made her cum several times already, she was good enough of an actor to keep crying and struggling and biting at her gag.

And so Jasmine put the camera back on its tripod, and simply stood back with her arms folded and her hips cocked. It wasn't that she was bored--that was just how stood when she was watching something with great interest. Her eyes were locked on her son, or, specifically, his hips and his cock, and there was no denying it--she was more than a little aroused by the scene. Of course, she would not let Sam take her like that, not in a thousand years... well, unless he really asked nicely.

But he just was not stopping. Ten full minutes of various sorts of doggystyle sex had passed, and Sam must have precummed a few times already. He was holding himself back, although Jasmine didn't know why--this wasn't exactly a premium scene. He was devaluing his work at this point. She'd have to put an end to it... but he seemed not to notice her coughing, or snapping her fingers, or quietly whistling. Jasmine's patience was rapidly running thin.

Sam's tail was mostly out of the camera's viewing angle, and it was more or less still. Since Sam was moving, in a way, he instinctively used the long, cuffed appendage to keep his balance--it roughly stayed in the same position directly behind him, just inches from the floor. That was Jasmine's target.

He didn't notice her sneaking up behind him, and for most mating males, that was to be expected. And yet Sam was a porn star--he ought to know how to be just a little observant even while satisfying his sexual appetite. Maybe this would be a wakeup call for him.

Jasmine raised her foot and then stamped down on his tail. Not hard, not nearly enough to injure him or even hurt a lot, but enough to make him jump and look back in fright, as the fur on the back of his neck stood on end. He made eye contact with his mother, briefly, and then turned back to the female he was mating.

_"God damn it, I was having fun,"_the tiger thought to himself. But Jasmine was right, of course--besides, if he ignored her after she knew that her orders had been made clear, he'd probably find himself six feet under quite soon indeed.

And so he ramped things up. For just a few moments, Sam pounded the tigress hard and fast and with reckless abandon, slowly forcing himself to break past various levels of pleasure. Soon, he was no longer able to stop his hips from moving in that sleek, harmonic motion, in a shorter and shorter and shorter range of motion--

And then he finished. He slammed his hips forward, hard, and held his partner in place by the hips. He shut his eyes to concentrate on the feeling of satisfaction and pleasure slowly spreading out from his loins, and grinned, deeply. It was a few seconds before he finished cumming... and this climax had been a big one. Thank God for birth control--there was enough of his potent seed to create a whole country of mini-Sams.

In appreciation for his partners, the tiger usually continued to thrust into them for several intimate seconds after he was finished. Females found that very flattering indeed, and this chick was one that Sam wanted to have a decent working relationship with. But he had to remember--he was a Taliban a-hole. He didn't care about pleasing his involuntary partner.

With that in mind, the tiger pulled his member from her as if she was some sort of disgusting whore, and wasted no time before turning and walking away. He pulled up his pants so that he didn't trip and fall on his still hard cock, and then simply stayed out of the way while his mother swooped in, camera in paw, to get the final shot of the day.

The tigress made a very good show indeed of being humiliated and badly physically hurt. She simply lay there with her legs apart and her pants down, baring her ass and the hot, tight little orifice that Sam had just pounded for so much time. It would have been ideal if her pussy was gaping--many females' did, after taking it from Sam--so that the audience could get a clear view of the monstrous load the tiger had shot into her, but she had recovered in an instant, and Jasmine had to reach forward to spread her, with two fingers, for anyone to see that her son had given his partner anything at all.

"That's it," Jasmine said a moment later. She turned off the camera, licked her fingers slyly, so that Sam could see it, and pocketed the flash memory from the apparatus. She then gave her sleek brown hair a stroke, and reached behind the other female's head to undo her gag while her son did the same to the cloth tying her paws together.

"Nicely done," Jasmine added. She could have been complimenting either teenager, because she patted the tigress on the back of her head and then gave her son's ass a slight swat with her paw. She then winked at the tiger, and began to sashay out of the studio. "Well... if anyone wants me, I'll be uploading this. Good job..."

Her voice trailed away and she tilted her head, somewhat confused by what was going on. Sam seemed to barely register her words; he was still staring at the female that he'd just mated--why? Jasmine decided that it wasn't a big deal. She'd have him, later... maybe when he was tired from a long day, she'd hold him down and ride him with such vigor that even he wouldn't be able to last long. Yes, that seemed like a good idea...

A moment later, Sam and the younger tigress were alone in the studio. Damn it, these knots were tight--why did Jin have to make them like this? Fuck it--Sam just used his claws to tear through the cloth, so that several pieces of fabric fell to the floor in tatters.

"Sorry about that," the tiger said. "I couldn't get the knots--shit, sorry, be right there."

He circled around the female to access the gag that Jasmine had thought she'd removed. It was true that there was a piece of cloth over the tigress's mouth, but beneath that was a far more modern D/s toy--one that actually prevented the wearer from talking, but not breathing. Jasmine had left that one on.

Sam took it off, though, simply by undoing a simple back at the side of the tigress's face. It would have been prohibitively difficult for her to take it off herself--and so when she was finally able to speak again, she coughed, once, before saying, "Thanks a lot," sincerely.

"Not a problem, not a problem..." the tiger replied, vaguely. He took a few steps back to give the female some room to stand up and give her hair a toss. Then, for the first time, the two felines faced one another.

She was 5'6" or somewhere around there, and _damn_was she gorgeous. She wasn't buff, like Jasmine, but she clearly kept fit. Sam could see it in her limbs, in her body--and she had a great body. Her figure was almost like an hourglass, though her waist was just a little too broad to be that picture of perfection. She was toned, though, and her breasts and ass were pleasing large, though not too big at all.

Sam realized he was staring, and so he awkwardly grinned and turned away as the tigress began to change into regular clothing. Why the Hell was he looking away? He'd just fucked her, after all. But then again, they weren't exactly friends--and she'd been paid for a very specific purpose. Looking at her changing clothes, at this point, would be a little unethical. Too bad...

The tiger realized that he was still dressed like a third world thug, then, so he too began to change clothes. Cargo pants and a tee shirt were waiting for him in a nearby cubbyhole, along with sneakers and a watch. Sam noted that his buddies had forgotten to grab their own clothes before leaving the studio--they were probably still waiting outside until they knew for damn sure that they weren't going to walk in on anything intimate.

Sam fumbled with the buckle of his belt, but in the end, he got it on fine. Damn it, why hadn't he brought hair gel or something? He sprayed his armpits and upper chest--and one other area of his body--with some deodorant and then put on his shirt. He basically looked a mess, like just any other random teenager off the street. He didn't even have an actual shirt to wear over his tee, much less a suit and tie--

"So... how do you think it went?"

"Wha--oh, the scene!" Sam wanted to smack his forehead with his paw. Why was he being so slow--fuck, why was he thinking instead of answering?

"Oh, it went good, scene was good, real good," he replied, stupidly. "I, I mean you, did a great job. Uhm... yeah." He turned around to face the tigress with a goofy grin and two thumbs up, but she wasn't finished dressing. She was just pulling up a pair of snugly fitted jeans up over her ass, baring several bands of pale, striped flesh to the tiger for just a moment.

She then gave her hair a slight toss before doing it into a practical ponytail. And just like that, she looked like any other Indian-American lass--except, she was far, far hotter than most.

The tigress turned to face Sam. She was smiling, politely, but now there was really no point to hang around. She'd driven to the scene by herself, and if memory served, she had obligations later in the day. And so, she said a word of farewell and turned to leave.

"Hold up," Sam said, almost desperately. She stopped, then, and turned to face him over her shoulder, a quizzical expression on her features. "Listen, I didn't get your name. I'm Sam--Samir, but everyone calls me Sam. Uhm, hi." He grinned again, and offered the tigress an outstretched paw.

"Well, pleased to meet you officially, Sam," the female replied. She smiled at him, then, and the tiger found himself rocking back on his feet the slightest bit. She took his paw, rough and masculine, into her own petite appendage, and gently gave it a shake. "I'm Jenna."

There were a series of small fireworks going on in the tiger's head, but he ignored them and tried to speak coherently.

"Jenna... say, where are you from?" he asked curiously. "Mumbai, Delhi, Calcutta...?"

"Actually, I'm from Pittsburgh," the tigress said, and for a moment, Sam was worried that he'd offended her. "But I know what you mean. My folks are from Kashmir. Indian Kashmir."

Great. Of all the places in south Asia--that one. Sam didn't particularly give a damn about the nation of his own ancestors, but he knew that some others might.

"Oh, all right, all right," he said, a little more naturally. "I'm--well, NYC--I mean I'm from--my parents are from Quetta... at least, my mom is." He tried, briefly, to recall what his father's hometown was--but then he gave up and just grinned. "I'm basically all American, though. I watch football and stuff with my friends, get smashed, fuck bitches and all that--"

Perhaps just a few seconds too late, Sam shut up. What was going on with him? He'd never been so inept at just talking before.

Fortunately, however, Jenna figured that he was just joking around and grinned. Sam relaxed, the slightest bit, and concentrated hard on replying properly to what the tigress said next.

"It's nice to know that you're so normal. Minus the incest pornography part," the female teased. "You seem like a pretty normal guy."

"Oh yeah," Sam agreed. "That's me, all right. Basically normal... but-but not that normal. I mean, I'm not... not boring, or anything," he scoffed. "I know how to have fun and sh--stuff. I have fun all the time. You know?"

This wasn't working. This wasn't working at all. Now, Jenna really was looking at him oddly--and so, in embarrassment, Sam winced, looked down, and pinched the bridge of his snout with his fingers. Hopefully, no one was filming him--he had no intentions of being Failblog's top entry for the week.

"Look... do you want to go out for... for lunch, or something? There's a great Japanese place like ten minutes away..."

A moment passed before Sam opened his eyes and looked at the tigress. Surprisingly, she was smiling--and blushing, even, under the thick, pale fur on her cheeks.

"Are you...?" she began, but did not finish. Seconds later, though, she nodded, and gave Sam a friendly grin. "Just as co-workers, eh? Sounds good to me."

Sam would not allow himself to be depressed by that. Small victories were victories in his book, and besides, opportunities tended to multiply as they were seized. So, faking confidence, the tiger strode forward, leading the tigress out of the studio and toward the garage.

"Yep, exactly... just as co-workers..."

Sam had been a little dishonest. The Japanese place was not ten minutes away for a normal driver. The fact was that Sam was not a normal driver. 100 miles per hour? Sluggish. 140? Eh. 180? Now we're talking.

But with a female in the seat beside him--a female he wanted to impress with his responsibility, rather than his skills in the bedroom, for some reason--Sam was forced to tone things down to a pathetic 70 miles per hour. At that rate, it would take time to get to the Japanese place...

Briefly, Sam glanced sidelong at the tigress next to him. She was truly good-looking--not just sexy. She had a pretty face, and although she was a bit lithe, she wasn't so twig-like that Sam feared she would shatter into a million pieces with the slightest nudge.

"So..."

Damn. Usually, conversation came to Sam naturally--then again, he was almost always with his boys, or Sara, or Jasmine. Rarely did he chat around with co-workers--he just never had a reason to. In fact, in some ways, Sam was sort of introverted. His zone of comfort was quite small indeed.

"So, uhh, what made you get into, you know, the business?"

Jenna seemed to think, for a moment, before shrugging. She didn't look at Sam--that would obligate him to look back, and he was driving.

"Money, I guess. I'm going to school to be a doctor, right--so why should I get a loan, or three jobs on the side, when I can do this and pick my own hours, work when I want, and at least break even each semester?"

Sam felt a little meek, just then. He barely gave any thought to his own future--suppose he injured himself, somehow, or his content was one-upped or undercut? Then again, he was making more than a pretty penny on his investments, but he was no financial genius. All that could change in weeks or less. Maybe he ought to listen to his mom, and get a degree on the side...

"So, do you ever get recognized? You know, on campus, or around town. You're pretty new to porn, right?" Sam asked.

"It hasn't happened yet," Jenna admitted. She sighed, though, and covered her face in her paws for a moment. "But it's gonna happen soon. Especially after being on one of your videos... everyone's recognize me, even though I'm not credited officially. Oh, God..."

Sam looked over. The tigress had removed her face from her paws, but she still looked pretty concerned. He looked back to the road, then, just in time to safely take their exit.

"Uh, well, maybe not. I could just edit out your face--a little blurring here and there; no one's gonna care. I mean, if it's that big of a deal to you," Sam said. "Me, when I'm recognized, I just deal with it. Give out autographs, take pictures with people and stuff--"

"It's different for you," Jenna cut in. "Your family already knows what you do."

"Oh. Yeah."

There was silence, for a moment. Sam had never really considered how lucky he was in comparison to other people that worked in the industry. He knew only a handful of them that had any tolerable home lives; the rest were estranged from their parents and siblings and children. And Jenna was a South Asian girl--if her family found out, her life would not be easy.

"So... was this your first pro shoot?" Sam asked. Amateur videos, after all, rarely became popular enough for anyone that got out of their house to recognize the actresses. Jenna might have been in the amateur porn world for months without a problem.

She nodded yes. "Yeah... ...and it would be great if you blurred my face out. That's... actually really nice of you, Sam. Thanks."

"Yeah, no problem..."

The tiger felt a paw on his knee, and glanced over, intending to give Jenna a smile. In this fashion, the kiss the tigress intended to plant on his cheek caught him on the lips.

It was funny. Both teenagers had just had sex, on film, in a pretty kinky way indeed. But both teenagers drew back, then, and sat quietly in their separate seats for the rest of the ride as if they were infatuated middle schoolers.

Now that he thought about it, Sam had never been on an actual date before in his life. Ever. Why would he? He didn't really have an interest in getting into relationships with the females he surrounded himself with, except for his mother and his sister. And when they went out, it wasn't to be romantic--it was to be a family.

Thus, being at the restaurant with Jenna was an entirely new experience for the tiger. And an enjoyable one, too. In moments, he found that he could be himself, more or less, with good results. The tigress was a great conversant, and had a decent sense of humor as well. In fact, they stayed for several minutes after paying the bill and tip--they simply didn't realize how much time had passed.

Sam found that he was in quite a good mood as they jumped back in the car. Briefly, he considered what they might do next--then he grinned, and looked at Jenna.

"Just when do you have to be back home?" the tiger asked.

"Technically, my curfew's ten, but I don't have anyone here to check up on me... so, yeah. What about you?"

Sam just looked skyward, briefly, before pulling out of the parking lot and hitting the road again. This time, he was going at something like a decent speed, because he knew what kind of a person Jenna was. She was a lot like him--just with sweet tits.

"Whenever I want."

It did not take them long to get back to Sam's place. They parked the car, but once Sam got out--and opened the door for his female companion--he made no motion to go inside. Jenna simply tilted her head and watched, briefly, as the tiger made his way past several other conventional vehicles... and then knelt down by an ATV.

"Got a full tank of gas?... yep. Sweet," the tiger grinned. He then looked up at Jenna, and was pleased to see that she seemed to appreciate the machine for what it was.

It was truly state of the art. Although a bit smaller than utility ATVs, this one was one of the fastest on the market, and easily the most stable. It was a great ride over even rough terrain--Sam had gone over small logs without much feedback at all on several occasions. And the paint job he'd had done on the originally sleek, matte-black body really made it a dream machine.

Jin had hooked him up with an artist based in LA who had turned out to be a big fan of Sam's work. In exchange for permanent Insider Extreme membership--and Facebook friendship with Sam--the panther had been happy to do any sort of work that the tiger needed. They always hung out whenever the tiger was in LA as well. Who said one had to have a traditional career to make useful contacts?

"Whoa," Jenna finally said, after admiring the powerful little vehicle for a full thirty seconds. She began to walk forward. "That's really... really something. Can I touch it?"

"Oh, sure, sure," Sam said encouragingly. "Oh, you're talking about the ATV? Go ahead, I guess."

The joke wasn't lost on the tigress, and, in fact, the humor made her both laugh and relax. She moved forward with a youthful, energetic spring in her step and then began to examine the ATV from close up and personal.

"I have an ATV back at home. I ride it all the time. There's nothing like it in the world, is there?" Jenna said.

"I agree with you 100%," Sam replied, from a few feet away. When the tigress looked at him again, he had a protective black helmet on his head... and another one in his paws, which, shortly, he offered to her.

Jenna's eyes widened, and, for a moment, Sam was worried that he'd somehow offended her. But then, she grinned, stood up, and donned the helmet too quickly for the tiger to follow. She'd already done her hair in a practical manner; only a few sleek black strands trailed out of the helmet. But she was still way too sexy to be real...

It was a good thing that Sam owned only one ATV. He congratulated himself for his genius--now, he'd spend at least a few hours with Jenna's arms wrapped around his chest and her chest pressed against his back. He also congratulated himself for thinking to wear helmets that covered his face--or, more accurately, the goofy grin he wore just then.

The tiger hopped onto the ATV, cleanly, and inserted a key. When he turned it, the machine neither coughed nor jumped into life--it simply began to hum, softly, before roaring when he gave it just a little gas.

"Oh, this is gonna be fun," Jenna grinned, softly clapping her paws. She then took her place, directly behind Sam... and, as he'd planned, gave him a fairly tight hug from where she was. The ATV barely had room for her; at first, she tried to keep just a little distance between their two bodies... then, she gave up, and more or less welded her form to his.

"Yeah... sure is..."

Sam grinned as well, then, too quietly to be heard over the purring of his engine. He turned his head--and then began to taxi his way out of the garage. He'd never had anyone else with him on the ATV before, so he wasn't sure how it would handle-but it quickly became quite obvious that the petite tigress's body weight was negligible.

He still didn't know her too well, though. He wasn't sure if she was an adrenaline junkie... but damn it, she seemed like she was. For a chick, she had guts... and so, Sam began to ride as if he was alone.

In seconds, the tiger had accelerated to 80 miles per hour. Then 120. Then he slowed down to tear through a red light, playground, and parking lot at 60; then he sped up again to see how fast he could take the upcoming turns in the road. Soon, he reflected, he'd have to slow down a lot to safely make it through the forests--but Sam would deal with obstacles as they came. For now, there was only him, his machine, and the elements against him... and the laughing female pressing herself against his back.

There was not a great deal of diversity in terrain directly near Sam's house. There were mountains covered by forests, and that was about it, but no terrain was more ideal for ATV riding than that. The tiger had done an experiment, once, and drive down the same one mile stretch through a given valley for a whole day--and he hadn't gotten bored for a moment.

So imagine how much fun he was having, just then, as he spent a full three hours tearing up the mountainsides. Some moments were dangerous, to be sure, but Sam's control of his machine was perfect. Sometimes, he'd zigzag his way down slopes too steep to directly attack; other times he'd simply max out gas and race up near-90° hills. Now and then he'd slow down, so that the machine quieted down to the noise level of a whisper, and simply enjoy the views and the feeling of being so utterly free--and held so close to probably the most attractive female he'd been around in a while.

Jenna, for her part, had to have been wondering how Sam's ATV had been running for so long without overheating or needing more gas. After all, the tiger hadn't exactly been shy about doing low-MPG stunts. But if she asked him later, he wouldn't be able to tell her. Officially, the engine he was using didn't exist--Jin's father had gotten it to him for "testing" for DARPA or Rolls-Royce or something. Of course, Sam was happy to trade a few minutes of paperwork per week for such exclusive, mind-blowing fun--but he did somewhat regret having to be so secretive. He was terrible at keeping secrets.

They left the mountains, then, and crossed a brief stretch of land to get to the beach. If they were at any other part of coastal, southern California just then, there would have been dozens if not hundreds of people there, and why not? The weather was great and the water was warm and the Sun was half-hidden by a series of thin, white and gray clouds. Mountains framed the sides of the panorama, and any natural artist would have killed to be there, just then, but the whole area was private. Only Sam and the members of his neighborhood and the precious few others that were allowed in could be there.

At fifty miles per hour, the tiger's ATV was only idling, and, as such, it made practically no noise at all. He was driving along the beach, some seventy feet from where the water reached, kicking a fair amount of sand up behind him. He and Jenna were so close to the water that they could hear it, lapping and pressing against the shore. The gentle rays of sunlight that cast against the foaming waves and their fur alike made things light up just a little, enough for every detail of activity to be highlighted but not so much that anything was overemphasized.

Sam felt Jenna's head rest against his back. He smiled, then, and slowly brought the ATV to a stop. He turned off the engine and just sat like that, for a moment, enjoying the feeling of the tigress hugging him--he'd never really experienced affection like that before from anyone but his sister, and, more rarely, from his mother. Of course it was important for him to be loved by his family, but Sam had never experienced anything that could honestly be called romance.

Maybe with Jenna, he could...

He felt the warmth of the tigress's body leave him, and looked back to see what she was doing. She'd gotten off the ATV, and then taken off her helmet, shoes, and socks. Bending over halfway, she rolled up her jeans a little bit, and then gave Sam an inviting smile before walking, slowly, toward the water.

Practically entranced, Sam followed. Some yards later, he took off his shoes and socks and rolled up his pants--he'd already taken off his helmet at some point, apparently--and then he walked a bit more quickly to catch up with the tigress.

Once he did, though, he fell into meek silence at her side. He wanted to close the horizontal distance between him--but he looked at her and saw her practically enamored by the sea. Wind off the water was blowing the long locks of her black hair behind her head, and Sam wanted ever so badly to just touch her, a little, but he couldn't quite bring himself to do it. What if she was offended, after all?

And then the tigress turned to him and smiled. A moment later, she'd taken his paw into hers, and locked eyes with him until their feet entered the somewhat cool, clear water.

She was in the lead now, Sam noted. Jenna turned them to the side and simply walked, slowly, enjoying the scene around them. Although she would have gotten a better view if she was closer to the sea--he was instead--Sam wouldn't let that happen. In their current relative position, he had a better chance to pick her up or cover her with his body if a wave came to soak her.

Although Sam would have liked to wrap his arm around the tigress's shoulders, it was nice to just hold paws. Very nice... Sometimes Sara and he held paws, mostly when she was giving him oral loving, but Sam had never simply held paws for so long without doing anything blatantly sexual. It was an odd feeling for him, but a very, very nice one indeed...

Eventually, it was Jenna who broke the companionable silence between them. She cleared her throat first, a soft sound that made Sam's ears perk up, and then spoke in a similarly quiet, somewhat shy tone, which was understandable, giving the topic of that new conversation.

"So, uhh, Sam, I was wondering... about... how big you are." She paused, so Sam took that as a hint for him to answer.

"Oh, about... 6'2", 6'3"... a hundred and eighty pounds, tops--no?"

The tigress was shaking her head and grinning, blushing just a little bit. "No, I mean... you know," she said. "Downstairs."

"Ah." The tiger felt the tips of his ears grow hot, though he didn't know why. He'd never actually been asked a question like that before, apart from when he was enjoying some steamy cock worship--but that sort of dirty talking, he realized, was surprisingly shallow.

"Well, we always advertise it as ten, but I think it can get bigger. For scenes, it's usually about ten, but when I'm really enjoying things, with the right girl... it can get a lot bigger than ten. At least, I think. Why do you ask?"

Now it was Jenna's turn to blush and hold Sam's paw a little tighter.

"Just... curiosity, you know? And I guess it's because, well, I've never really felt it like that before."

Sam didn't quite understand. Sara dirty talked to him all the time about how good he felt inside of her, but as the tiger had never--and would never--feel any sort of penetration, he really didn't "get" what Jenna or his sister enjoyed about their partners' endowments.

And so the tigress clarified, blushing softly as she did so.

"I don't know if you noticed... but you made me cum, Sam. A few times... and no one's ever done that before..."

Now Sam knew he was blushing. Perhaps profusely. He paw-combed his cheek fur and tried to think of a response to that, but he really couldn't.

"Well, I'm sure--you know, it's... I dunno. Sara says I make her cum all the time, and I'm pretty sure I make Mom cum, too... I dunno if other guys do; I don't really watch other guys get it on with them. I don't really like it," the tiger admitted. "Call me a caveman..."

"No, I think that's kind of cute," Jenna said. "It's not every guy that cares about his woman... or, in your case, women, like that. I think you're a good guy, Sam... definitely the first guy that I'm... compatible with, in any way."

The tiger had to smile at that. His ego was rising, and in a lot more satisfying of a manner than it did when a female got on her knees before him and begged for his cock in her throat. He didn't know why, but he was really starting to like Jenna--just as a co-worker, of course. Well... maybe as a friend. More than just a one-time fuck buddy, certainly.

"Well, if it means anything to you, Jenna, I think you're beautiful. I love your stripes--are they natural?"

That was actually the first time the tigress's fur pattern had been complimented. Oh, she got other sorts of compliments all the time, but never before had a male said something so nice about a part of her body that she took a great deal of pride in. And so, beaming, Jenna nodded, and walked a little closer to Sam.

"Yeah, they are... just like your eyes, right?"

The tiger nodded. Come to think of it, in the dim lighting of the studio, Jenna would have seen the reflective green lenses he sported with surprising ease--and although she would not be the first female to be enamored by his gaze, Sam wouldn't mind it, really, if she was the last.

They continued to walk along for some time, simply talking to one another. Sam found out a lot about Jenna--she really did want to be a doctor, and her eventual dreams included a house not too different from Sam's, plus, of course, a faithful husband and five or six cubs. In fact, he noted, that was quite a lot to find out about a female indeed, particularly since they'd known one another for, what, six hours tops.

As far as Sam went, he admitted that he didn't really have a ten year, a five year, or even a two year plan. He lived more or less day to day, except for financially--then he actually did make long-term plans, though he didn't know what he'd do with the millions waiting for him in the bank even then. His revenues had vastly exceeded his expenditures for some months, once he'd bought up all of the vehicles, guns, cigars, and alcohol that he'd wanted.

He mentioned that he kind of wanted to give up some of his vices, at least, in the future. He was nineteen nearing twenty, but he'd barely matured a day since his career had been kicked into the high gear.

Talking to Jenna made Sam think about things in a way that he wasn't used to thinking about them. He was simply not a reflective guy--he'd never really needed to be. True, sometimes he did have conversations with his buddies that were about things of more consequence than the plans for the next weekend, but that was about it. Earlier in his career, he had talked to his mom, and his sister, at least a few times a day. Now, they basically fucked and then went on their own separate courses of life.

The last real heart-to-heart he'd had with the two most important people in his life, he realized, was back when they'd made the decision to go pro with their family business. Since then, money, drugs, and sex had confused things.

It was actually quite easy for Jenna to see that Sam was feeling a little down about himself. His ears were flat, for one thing, and his tail had stopped its sporadic twitching. His head was not hung and he didn't look sad, exactly... just impossibly distant and alone for a guy that made his money being a "lover".

"It's pretty weird where life takes you," Sam said, some minutes later. Jenna looked at him, but he didn't look back. Instead, he simply continued to speak more or less to his feet. "Three years ago, I figured that about now, I'd be in college, doing engineering or computer science or something. Believe it or not, I actually planned on saving "it" for marriage." He scoffed at himself.

"I guess I've changed a lot. I mean, I'm happy that I've changed--kind of. I have everything that I could possibly want, but it's just... I dunno. I feel like I've hit the ceiling."

Porn stars were not known for being deep. In fact, in Jenna's (limited) experience, most of them were in fact astoundingly stupid. That Sam could string more than five or six words together ("Fuck me harder, bitch!" was about as far as most actors got) was actually pretty impressive--but why the tiger seemed so sad, then, or at least melancholy, she didn't know.

"Maybe you need to reinvent yourself," the tigress suggested.

"Tried it," Sam said. "We didn't do anal on camera until last year."

"That's not what I mean," Jenna said. "I mean... maybe you need to take time off of porn. Maybe... go on a vacation. Or go to school--I mean, you seem like a smart guy, and you're Pakistani, which is close enough to Indian--how did you do in high school?"

"Four-oh," Sam said dully. "2390 best combined on the SATs... but I just... I don't know. I can't live a normal life--you wouldn't understand," he sighed. "I'm in porn."

"So am I."

"Oh. ...Yeah."

Now, Sam really started to think about what Jenna had said. Maybe he did need to take a break--after all, why not? It wasn't rare for porn stars to take a few months or more off from time to time. Why did he need to be the one leading the industry 365 days out of the year--after all, he had a life outside of porn... or at least, he could.

"And it's not like you don't have, you know, normal friends," Jenna said. "Those three guys that were the other terrorists... they get along with you, right? And they're not in porn, right?"

"Well, no," Sam allowed. "But they're--I mean, take Amir," he said. "We met through our moms. No lie--the minute Mom found out there was another Pakistani woman around here, she had to meet her, and then she had to get me and Amir to hang out when she found out that Ms. Khan had a son my age. And Jin--we bought this house from his dad. When we were in his office to close the deal, Jin ran into the room and started screaming about missing M16s, and I just had to have some of that action."

"What about the other one... the, uh, wolfish guy. How'd you meet him? At a basketball game?"

Despite himself, Sam grinned, though not for very long.

"Nah... a few weeks after we went pro, I was doing a fundraiser for special operations guys, and he showed up. We didn't really hit it off, at first, but he gave me his number, and told me that if I ever needed him for anything, he was there. I figured, hey, it can't hurt to have a seven foot tall friend... about two weeks later, I was wasted out of my mind and in the wrong part of town. I tried to call my mom, ended up calling Max instead. That was the first time he saved my ass... there's been a few others."

Sam sucked in a deep breath, and then let it out quite slowly.

"What about you? You must have lots of friends. Indian girls always go around in packs."

Jenna smiled sadly and shook her head. She seemed to have something on the tip of her tongue, and Sam wanted to hear it--so he perked up his ears but didn't say a word. If she wanted to talk, it would be her decision to make and hers alone.

"I used to," the tigress began. "Then we went out for a party one night, I ended up going home with a guy... ffft. None of them would look at me again. And I know it was a mistake--I couldn't help it, he was older than me and he was so cute--and I wasn't even that young. I was seventeen years old," she said, sadly.

Sam didn't know what to say to that. He'd never really had friends in school--sure, he knew everyone and everyone knew him as a pretty decent guy, if a little too smart and somewhat socially awkward--so he had no idea what it was like to lose a social group like that.

He sighed, then, and looked at the Sun. It was surprisingly low in the sky... they'd been walking and talking for quite some time. They'd been talking far more frankly than Sam ever had before, with anyone--Jenna really was a special girl. A really special girl--and although their paws had not broken contact for over an hour, Sam knew that if he wasn't careful, she could slip out of his fingers forever.

"I can't go cold turkey," Sam said out of the blue--of course, Jenna just looked at him, oddly, until he looked back at her and explained. "I can't just quit sex. Like, physically. Back in high school, before me and Sara started to, you know, do it, I had to paw off at least three times a day, otherwise..." He simply winced and shook his head. "I'm going to quit taking so many drugs, though. Maybe I'll pass around a joint or a bottle of vodka now and then... not gonna do drugs instead of thinking, though. But I can't just quit sex. Pawing off won't be enough for me anymore, but I don't... I think I'd feel dirty if I did it with someone I don't know. And... Sara and Mom have... kind of become strangers to me. We don't really know each other anymore."

Jenna wasn't sure to respond to all that, so she damn sure didn't know how to respond to what Sam said next.

"But I do know you, Jenna," the tiger said. "We've only done it once, but Sara and Mom both can't turn me on like you do. And I'm the only guy that can make you cum," he pointed out. "I know we met just today, but... do you want to be my _sole_sexual partner... for at least... two months?"

Now that was an interesting question by its very nature. What made it more interesting was the fact that it was being asked of a porn star, by a porn star. Sam's exclusive--Jenna blushed when she thought this--mate... What would that be like? Well, sexually, it would be paradise, but what about other things? How would she get to class; what would she tell her parents (who still believed that she was a virgin); what about this, what about that, and on, and on, and on...

She found herself looking directly into Sam's eyes. Although it was not particularly dark just then--or dark at all--odd lighting from one angle only, diffused by the clouds made the reflective surfaces behind his corneas light up, brilliantly. She was almost intoxicated by him, and it wasn't just because he was, in her opinion, quite a good-looking cat indeed.

"Yeah, Sam... I think I'd like that. I think... I'd definitely like to be your one and only. For at least two months."

Sam felt his mouth go somewhat dry. He nodded--he hadn't actually expected the tigress to say yes. But she had, and he knew that he really ought to kiss her, because her lips were half-parted and she was leaning in toward him--but Sam had never been one to follow the crowd.

Instead of kissing her, he wrapped his arms around her and gave her a long, surprisingly intimate hug. It had been quite some time since he'd actually hugged a female--sometimes, he sort of embraced Sara to hold her in place while he mated her; more rarely he did the same to his mother to have his face smothered by her breasts, but he couldn't remember the last time he'd done something so innocent.

How Sam had gotten to where he was, he didn't know. But, as he'd said, it was pretty weird where life led him.

(This chapter surprised me. Even as I was writing it, I was like, "damn" a few times. Still I feel that I've stayed true to Sam's character at the very least. After all, he has to be pretty smart to stay at the top of the adult industry without agents or anything else. And as he is approaching the end of his teen years, it makes sense for him to start to look at life as an adult instead of a child.

As for Jenna, well, let's just say that she's that kind of a person. I do have a full-length story--nope, nope, nope, I won't give that away!

Anyway, don't worry; future chapters will be quite sexual. Jenna and Sam will be going at one another all the time, and I imagine that Sara and Jasmine will--nah, I'll keep that to myself. Anyway, if you like the way I do erotica with just a little story, you'll like what's planned for the future.

With that said, I think this will be the last chapter in Family Business for a while. Interest in this series has drastically reduced as it has progressed, and that's a big reason--but I'd also like to focus on other projects, as well as real life stuff.

If you think I should prioritize this series more, then show me why! Vote, comment, fave, watch, and get your friends (and foes, family members, and... any other "f" words) to do the same. Good reception is incentive to continue with speed.

Anyway, check out my other stuff, if you've got the time. See you next chapter.)