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Like so many other great hosts before him, Irving put the wellbeing of his guests before his own: by the time he finally took a seat on the couch, his heels were aching from a day of manning the kitchen and running around the apartment, making sure that Bridgette and her friends were tended to from the moment they arrived, until everyone was fighting off the food coma from the turkey.

The calm after that Thanksgiving storm was the canine sitting in the middle of the couch, his eyes half-lidded and his body aching...but his heart, by the same token, was completely filled by the work that he'd done.

"I know they all said so at the table, but my friends wanted to make sure that you heard it again...you really knocked it out of the park with that spread, love," Bridgette assured him, as she came and took a seat next to him on the couch. "Several mentions of it being the best turkey they'd ever tasted, too..."

Irving nodded to his girlfriend, turning his cheek into her appreciative kiss. "I'll take your kiss over a spoken review anytime, but it means a lot to hear that, darling. Thank you."

The little mouse was grinning wide at that, making sure that her boyfriend could see the little bit of mischief in her smile.

"What if I gave you a little something more than a kiss to show you my thanks?" she asked, her voice just soft enough that her friends, all sharing a drink in the kitchen, wouldn't have heard the suggestion. "I know it probably sounds a little crazy, but...we could totally sneak in something quick while no one's looking."

Irving didn't think his tired eyes could widen so much, after such an exhausting afternoon. "Babe, y-you...oh. You're not joking, are you?"

"Not even a little bit," she assured him, and the sudden pressure of her paw, gripping his covered length through his khakis, made sure that her point couldn't be missed. "Just really quick? None of them would ever know..."

"No, but...b-but we would know," Irving mentioned. "And I'm not gonna pretend that I don't think that's kinda hot, because you'd call me on my bullshit-

"Yes I would."

"But that is really pushing the envelope, isn't it? We don't want to be the kind of hosts that disappear for fifteen minutes while everyone is waiting on us to take care of things for them, do we?"

"Fifteen minutes is a quickie, now?" Bridgette teased. "I'll have to work on my endurance, in that case...but...if you're worried about my friends' needs being taken care of, perhaps we can kill two birds with one stone."

Her voice was getting louder and louder until the very last word, and at that, Irving's ears perked to the sound of footsteps coming around the corner and into the kitchen passthrough.

"Uh, s-sweetie, you...y-you're still holding my-

"I know. They know, too."

Irving wasn't sure who to invite for Thanksgiving dinner, but Bridgette had plenty of friends to pick from: they'd been wonderful company for the duration of the afternoon, none of them too demanding of his time, but he couldn't pretend that he'd noticed a few suggestive glances from them.

Bridgette had dismissed each of his concerns right when they'd been brought up, but this time, she wouldn't be able to claim that they were just being friendly, or that he'd been imagining the way they were looking at him...not when he could feel the weight of five collective stares on the back of Bridgette's gripping paw.

"Lucky for you, we all know how to take 'no' for an answer, but...after you worked so hard the entire morning...and last night, honestly, I didn't think it was enough for us to just say thanks," Bridgette explained herself; Irving's stare demanded that much of her. "And all of my friends were on board with the idea, so...I figured...why not take a shot in the dark with it?"

"Is this really something you'd wanna do for me, though?"

"I did have to think that over for a bit," the mouse confessed. "But the more I thought about it, the more I found myself...w-well...doing more than thinking about it, and...n-not to pressure you at all, but...apparently I found something else that I'm kinda into?"

"That's one hell of a way to find out that you're an exhibitionist...and that you're into sharing me," Irving replied. "But I couldn't do that to you, Bridgette..."

"Not even if I was right here the whole time, telling you that it's okay and telling you I love you the whole time?"

There was plenty of room on the couch for other bodies, but the spot at his side and further, the spot in his heart, were reserved for Bridgette; that part of the act wasn't up for negotiation.

"Well...if...if you're absolutely sure, I...I'd hate to be a rude host and send these ladies home without fulfilling my end of the bargain," Irving suggested, hoping that his words might assuage some of his obvious arousal at the thought. "They're giving us quite the expectant look."

"It's still not too late for them to change their minds...or for you to change yours," Bridgette assured him. "But I know you better than that, and you're not gonna hurt my feelings by telling me that you're into the idea of letting my hot friends help me get you off."

"You sure about that? Like...did you hear what you just said?"

"Sure did, sweetie. I understand why this feels like a trap, but...you worked way too hard not to sit back and enjoy yourself for the rest of the night; like I said, I need to work on my endurance, but they were all more than happy to help me pick up the slack."

Irving wasn't sure if it was better or worse that everything seemed to be Bridgette's original idea, but he was quickly getting the impression that this could be a one-time occasion, if he was uncomfortable with it.

He didn't want to break his faithfulness to her, but as she curled up against his side, he felt the warmth of her womanhood through her skirt, as it pressed into his side; she wasn't making up how excited she was by the idea.

"Bridgette..."

"Show them what a welcoming host you can really be, love..."

**

There was no denying the tension in the canine when Bridgette made a display of sliding his khakis down from his waist and revealing the impressive flesh of his cock: it was already engorged by her touch, but it wasn't properly emerged and stiffened from the sheath, just yet.

"There...isn't that better?" she asked, pushing his discarded clothes aside and climbing back up to curl into his shoulder. "I know you're tense; makes sense to have a little performance anxiety, but Dawn is a professional...she'll know just what to do with you."

"Isn't she a massage therapist?" Irving asked, watching as the puma stepped away from the kitchen. She was quick to move between his legs and kneel before him, but she didn't touch him right away, much as he expected that end. "Or am I mistaken?"

"I certainly am," she answered, making herself comfortable between his thighs. "But some of my clients require a little extra care than that, so I double as a hypnotherapist, as well...guided meditation and comforting talk downs help people to relax so that I can do my best work at the massage table."

"Drown out the rest of the noise, dear," Bridgette whispered right into his ear, letting her tongue glide along his earlobe as she spoke. "Only listen to the sound of our voices...and let those soothing sounds drown your worries away..."

That much of the act had to have been planned ahead of time, but before Irving could let his mind wander to how long the plan had been in place and whether it was Bridgette's idea or that of her friends, he felt a palm against his inner thigh.

Dawn was already climbing him, and his eyes met with the captivating depth of her amethyst orbs as he watched her, gasping in place and trying to ignore the devious grins of the other girls, each patiently waiting their turn.

"Breath in...nice and deep," she whispered, her voice laced with a deep, thick purr from the back of her feline throat. " Slow and deep...in through your nose, and out through your mouth..."

The first breath was shaky: the fact that Bridgette was already holding his length wasn't helping matters, but her small, dainty paw was quickly being joined by another...and right in front of his girlfriend, Dawn took the lead with his flesh, her fingertips wrapping around the shaft of his length one by one and pushing Bridgette's own to the very tip of his manhood.

Irving's next breath was still raspy, when Bridgette pulled away from the tip of his length...but precum was dripping from her palm as she brought it straight to her muzzle and licked it clean, letting those delicate slurps tickle his eardrum.

"Good... very good...another deep breath this time, and hold it in for a count of three," Dawn instructed, her eyes capturing the canine's gaze and holding his interest as delicately as his flesh. "Well done...exhale slowly, and another breath in..."

It had all happened so quickly that Irving was going through a bout of whiplash, but Dawn's whispered orders were doing wonders to his heart rate: it was slowing down with each breath he took, but that wasn't evident in the way that his cock continued growing from the edge of the sheath, until his full erection was captured by Dawn's capable grasp.

"Another breath out...nice and deep this time, all the way from the stomach..."

Her voice wasn't changing at all; Irving _couldn't_believe that, and yet, her soothing words became more distant with each one that escaped her lips.

" That's the way, Irving...you're doing a wonderful job," she assured him, even when his only job left was to sit back on the couch and breathe in time with her instructions. "Unclench those fists...let the relaxation move down through your wrists and into your fingertips as they unfurl...breathe in nice and deep, unfurl your paws, and exhale..."

Everyone talked about how relaxing it was to sit back and have their cock treated, but Irving didn't think that would prove such an easy task when he knew there was a small crowd of women watching his performance, and that was to say nothing of the fact that his own girlfriend was among those appreciating the display.

Impressive as Dawn's talents were, he wasn't sure that her hypnotic talk down would have worked if he hadn't gleaned a certain aroma; ever the devious mouse, Bridgette had dipped a single digit into her panties and collected a hint of her natural arousal, letting it settle right under the edge of his nostrils on his next inhale.

Dawn blinked as a full spurt of precum sprayed up and coated the back of her knuckles, but seeing what her friend had done, the puma snickered and kept up with her slow, comforting strokes, letting her paw dip down and clench when Irving inhaled, only to flourish up around his tip and ease away from his flesh when he exhaled.

"If a single whiff if you is enough to produce those kinds of results, I'm gonna have to be more careful," Dawn murmured, her voice soft and comforting as it had ever been. "I didn't bring a change of clothes...kinda looking like I should have."

"Is he completely under your spell already?" Bridgette asked, not quite ignoring Dawn's point, but dancing around it just slightly as she watched her boyfriend's eyes lid over slightly.

"...Why?"

"If I gave him a mental suggestion, for example: like, to make a huge mess of your face? Would he just do it without thinking about it?"

Dawn rolled her eyes at her friend, but another full streak of precum covered her digits as she gave another perfectly timed stroke, not wanting to bring the canine to the brink of his release until she was sure that the time was right: as far as the plan had been discussed, there was no discussion of how many loads Irving was expected to give, nor who would be the first person to claim one of them.

"Hypnosis doesn't quite work like that: this is more a state of calm and relaxation that'll make him more pliable to your naughty, little scheme," Dawn mentioned. "But the kind of hypnosis you're thinking of, where you can just make someone into your own little meat puppet and pull their strings? That's just hokum."

"Pretty sure if I leaned in his ear...and whispered for him to cum all over your face...he'd pop off in a heartbeat."

"Pretty sure you want to see that, Bridgette."

"And what about the rest of us?"

Bridgette's other friends would have been happy to keep waiting their turn, if there was something else in the apartment for them to occupy their time...but with Bridgette's private home gym barred off for the afternoon, they only had the sensual display before them to feast on for dessert.

Elizabeth, however, was the boldest among her inner circle, and the snow leopard wasn't afraid to make her own fun when she knew there was a long wait ahead of her.

"We didn't really discuss taking turns with him," Bridgette admitted. "Guess that's a slip up on my part, but as long as Dawn is having fun with his cock, I don't want to shoo her away...it's...r-really fucking hot to watch."

With Irving's eyes still half-lidded, Dawn turned her gaze to Bridgette, the eager feline shooting such a glare at the mouse that she had to bury her face in Irving's cheek; she didn't want to answer to the sensations that spread throughout her body when their eyes locked, brief as that moment was.

"Don't tell me you're thinking of letting me have a round with you, too?" Dawn murmured, cocking a brow at Bridgette's nervous, but obviously excited reaction. "I'm not gonna say no, but...tense as you are, I might have to charge you a separate fee...gonna take a while to work all the kinks out of you."

You have no idea how right you are, Bridgette thought. Always knew I was into some crazy stuff, but right until the last second, I was having second thoughts about all this...about letting anyone come anywhere near my boyfriend...and now...I can't stop touching myself in front of my friends...what the hell's gotten into me?

It could have simply been a wild streak that the young mouse was having to work through, but she was cognizant and present for the whole experience, and under her skirt, fingertips were circling against panties, hidden only slightly by the bulk of Irving's torso; her friends weren't fooled, and Bridgette wasn't shocked in the least to see Emily playing the copycat to her actions...nor to see Elizabeth standing behind Emily and giving her a gentle nudge toward the other couch in the living room.

"You couldn't wait to get in on the action either, hm?" Elizabeth asked. The officer was no stranger to having to subdue someone for the sake of an arrest, but she was close friends with Emily, and knew all about the lynx and her submissive nature; she'd be soaking wet long before her panties came off, as long as Elizabeth used a little excessive force. "How about we give our friends a little something more to look at, then? I don't mind waiting for my shot at that cock, as long as I've got something to keep me busy..."

Emily gulped, feeling the taller weight of her fellow feline against her lower back. "You...y-you're seriously gonna start stripping me in front of our friends?"

"You're seriously gonna act like you weren't hoping for exactly that to happen?"

The rest of the party guests offered a quick chuckle; calling Emily's background a secret would have been the wrong choice of words, no matter how much she wanted to pretend that she still had a secret to keep.

Annie Tannings and Kayla Streamer, the last two guests, had learned about Emily's secrets in very different ways: Annie was a mother of one of the students who had attended the school where Emily's work in pornography was exposed, and Kayla, for her part, was a student at the very same school...but she'd graduated before she had a chance to discover Emily's secret and confront her about it.

It truly was a small world, as far as Bridgette was concerned, and her diverse group of friends was proving to be the greatest post-meal entertainment that she could ask for.

"I have to wonder just how suggestible she is right now," Dawn mentioned, wishing she could look back over her shoulder at the way Emily was bent over the other couch...but she didn't dare take her eyes off of Irving's delicious flesh when the risk of a full, heated load of cum was ever present. "And that's without me saying a word to her..."

Elizabeth was grinning wide at the idea, but she was more old-fashioned than that: brute force and bondage were more her style, but she was worried about the older German Shepherd and the younger tigress being turned off by the idea...at least, at first.

She wasn't all that surprised to see Kayla watching with such interest, but the fact that Annie was staring wide narrowed, confident eyes caught her off guard; things were progressing better than Bridgette ever could have hoped, but her focus on the moment in front of her wasn't lost.

She could see Dawn's tongue roaming over the edge of her lips, and just as they were wetted, she leaned in close and pecked a quick, final kiss to the tip of Irving's length...but as her paw left his member, he twitched just shy of the orgasmic release that his body was so desperate for.

"Can't really take care of my own needs when I'm so preoccupied with handling a customer," she explained, knowing that wasn't quite the right choice of words. "Annie, Kayla? I don't suppose you'd want to sample this dessert I've prepared for you?"

The plan was starting to evolve and grow beyond Bridgette's expectations, but as long as the ground rule of no vaginal penetration was followed, she didn't care much what her friends decided to do with the opportunity.

She was a little surprised...perhaps even _disappointed_to see Dawn giving up when she was giving her boyfriend such a heavenly pawjob, but she had a good point about her needs...and just as quickly as she stood up to join Emily and Elizabeth on the couch, Annie and Kayla were tagging in.

The unlikely pair approached side by side, the older canine and the younger feline admiring Irving's flesh with an obvious sense of appreciation, but neither one was getting ahead of themselves.

"Quite some party that you've thrown here, Bridgette," Annie spoke up first. "I know I said I was looking for something more adventurous for Thanksgiving this year, but...I didn't think you'd take things quite so far."

"And I didn't think this idea would go over so well, but...I think we're all having a good time so far, aren't we?"

Fresh off her divorce and a departure from her secret affair, Annie needed something exciting to keep the fire alive in her life, and the idea of getting to sample such an impressive man as Irving was definitely a step in the right direction, but she'd gone down on plenty of men before; the fact that there was a crowd of people around to watch, and another girl to share the experience with at the same time...those were the needed toppings to make the act into a proper sundae for her senses.

"Definitely crazier than any of the parties I went to when I was in school with your son," Kayla spoke to Annie first, unaware of the connection she held with the older canine and, by proxy, her offspring. "But I would have expected nothing less from you, Bridgette..."

"Pretty sure you should be saving your expectations for Irving, but I can promise you that he won't disappoint, either..."

How in the world could I? Seems like all you girls want me to do is sit here and enjoy myself...couldn't have asked for an easier way to sleep off the turkey.

It was the first proper thought that had crossed the canine's mind since Dawn finally released his length, but his departed thoughts were no coincidence: she'd completely blown his mind with the teasing handjob, and the way she'd worked his mind into a state of subtle hypnosis, he still couldn't find proper trains of thought to climb aboard.

Half-lidded eyes could just make out the form of an older German Shepherd and a younger tigress, the pair kneeling in front of him and coming around either side of his cock with a matching pair of grins.

"As long as Dawn was working on him, he's already proven that he's got the endurance I'm after, but...you were very clear about the ground rules," Annie mentioned, opting to brush her cheek along the twitching shaft; her lips didn't open again until she was settled against the warmth of his soft, heated sack. "I know my track record would probably argue with it, but...I promise I'll be a good girl...for the rest of the party, at least."

Lips opened around the delicate fluff that coated Irving's sack: his flesh was plenty warm and just the slightest bit musky from a day of running around the kitchen, but Annie was drawn to that delightful aroma and the alluring heat that poured from his flesh.

Her dedication to the act couldn't be questioned when she went straight for the sensitive flesh of his sack, but Kayla wouldn't allow herself to be so easily outdone: the entire pulsing shaft and dripping tip were hers to work with, and though she was happy to try and capture Irving's gaze if she could, the youngest player at the party was happy to share a gaze with Bridgette, eager to prove her worth.

Opening wide and pressing the flat of her tongue to the tip of Irving's member wasn't a bad way to start down that path, but feeling a gush of precum rush to the back of her throat was more than she was prepared for; fighting off a gag and swallowing hard , she pushed on and moved down the shaft, inch by inch, with a tight seal created by eager lips.

"Had a feeling Annie would lead by example," Bridgette whispered to her boyfriend, knowing that Irving would be coming out of his mild hypnosis as the minutes went on. "You two have never met before, have you? She's a little closer to your age...I know you've told me once or twice that you've got a soft spot for mature women, but I didn't think you'd complain about someone younger than me, either..."

Kayla was the youngest by a few years, but the age gap was spread all over the place at the intimate party: the oldest and youngest attendees were side by side, their tongues coming closer and closer together as Annie worked her way up from the pliable flesh of a tender sack, and Kayla kept pushing further and further down, determined to take the full length of his cock into the welcoming hold of her throat.

Her confidence brought her right to the base of his sheath, but her lack of experience wouldn't let her stay in place, as she recoiled and coughed...but there was pride in her eyes for the glistening mess of spittle she'd left on his shaft.

"Knew you'd need a little more practice," Annie murmured, kissing along the side of the shaft as she moved back toward the tip. "But you did a wonderful job of working him up...he's twitching so fast; he's gotta be close, by now..."

"Guess I need to finish him off, then," Kayla answered, but her lips couldn't reach the tip again without Annie rising to the occasion and meeting her at the head of Irving's member.

She was expecting a little competition from the older woman, but she didn't think Annie would lean in first, wrap her lips around the edge of the tip, and flick her tongue forth...inviting Kayla to come and take a taste of both morsels at once.

"...You did say you wanted to try new things, didn't you?" Bridgette asked, her fingers shamelessly dipped into her panties, by then...but her eyes were trained on Kayla, as the one bold tigress hesitated at the thought of her tongue brushing along another woman's. "Trust me...you're gonna want a little help with that monster when it finally goes off...my poor puppy won't be able to help making a terrible mess of both of you."

With one paw free, Bridgette was still able to curl her grip around his far cheek and nuzzle her lips into the closer one, easing the canine out of his hypnotic state and helping him stay relaxed when his eyes opened wider, collecting first the view of the girls that were fighting over his cock...but he'd completely missed Elizabeth fishing her baton out of her purse and stripping Emily's clothes away.

The lynx was bent over the edge of the far couch, her head between Dawn's thighs for an eager sample of the puma's womanhood, all while Elizabeth pumped into her from behind, using the baton as an improvised feeldoe...but all eyes were on Irving; content, confident and bashful, all three sets of orbs turned to look at him when he started to come out of his relaxed subversion.

"Sorry if we got a little carried away, but you got Dawn all worked up by...well, by sitting there and being a good boy," Elizabeth claimed. "And I couldn't help reminding Emily that she needed to wait her turn..."

Naturally, Emily wasn't being given a chance to speak: Dawn wasn't as much the dominant type, but she was glad to keep a paw on the back of the feline's head and keep her lips at work, bringing the puma closer and closer to her own release.

It wasn't a race, but she had quite a ways to go before she caught up to Irving: where Emily had just started brushing the flat of her tongue against Dawn's eager clit, Irving's length was already leaking a steady flow of precum, forcing Kayla to make a decision...

...And much to everyone's delight, her lips sealed to Annie's own, capturing the tip of Irving's tool between their messy exchange.

"...Okay...t-that's... really fucking hot," Bridgette murmured, her voice low to hide the fact that she was about to reach her own climax.

Even when there were two other women working his length and three more putting on a display that some men would kill for just across the way, his focus was still on Bridgette, first and foremost: a dormant paw stirred awake and pushed right up under her skirt, tugging her panties aside and driving a digit up into her passage in a single, graceful motion.

A few distant giggles crept up from the crowd as Bridgette, despite putting Irving through the gauntlet, found herself on the verge of a climax first...and the hooked, talented strokes of his finger over her g-spot forced a tiny squirt of feminine ejaculate into his palm, just before a greater volume rushed into the base of his length.

"Damn right you are..."

"You fucking tease...t-that...that's not fair!"

"Ladies first," Irving countered, feeling her inner muscles grab and capture his finger in a tight, inescapable lock...but the rest of her body was free to move. "Couldn't go getting off before my baby did...r-right?"

Kayla and Annie turned their gazes up toward Irving, having felt the throb right before his release, but his body was doing all it could to fight that sensation, even then...but he was only mortal, and a pair of swirling tongues traveling down the sides of his shaft proved more than he could hope to resist, even in front of his girlfriend.

It was unfair, however, for said girlfriend to lean over his hip and throw her mouth right in the way of the release, capturing the head of his spurting cock and swallowing rapidly against it.

Two heads were better than one, but three heads eagerly sucking at his cock seemed impossible to beat.

"Oh...f-fuck...I thought you said you w-were gonna stay up here...t-the whole time!" Irving stammered his way through his words, thinking that he really might have been able to resist Annie and Kayla a few seconds longer if he turned his attention to the way that Emily was squirming against the couch, or the way that Dawn was capturing the lynx with a tight, inner grip of her thighs.

That thought was silly enough that he started to chuckle at himself, even when he could hardly find the concentration to pull in a breath.

"She's the lady of the house, right? Pretty sure that means she gets to do w-whatever she wants," Elizabeth reminded him, her dominant gaze powerful enough to give Irving a chill, separated from the orgasmic bliss that was already flooding his body. "And once she's done swallowing, we're all up for whatever idea she comes up with next..."

The lustful aura that had filled Bridgette's apartment was getting thicker by the moment, rather than dissipating with Irving's climax.

He knew it would have been too easy for him; for everything to come to an end when he finally reached his peak, but with one paw gripping the edge of the couch and the other hammering faster and faster into Bridgette's fluttering passage, he was getting the sense that everyone just getting started , rather than coming to their own ends.

With excess juices spilling down his shaft and being eagerly collected by a growling canine and a purring tigress, he had all the confirmation he needed that their Thanksgiving party was going to run late, but he didn't think he'd need to prepare anything else for dessert.

"Mmm..._mllem..._mnnn! A-always such a tasty treat to have after dinner...s-sure was nice of you to share it with my friends," Bridgette teased, her lips still dribbling with the mess as three women struggled to keep up with the flood. "But... they didn't get any, sweetie. That really doesn't seem fair, does it?"

Irving's eyes sunk back as he looked over, meeting with Dawn's hunger, Emily's desperation and Elizabeth's confidence.

"...I suppose I can always make more...?"

"Good answer," Bridgette whispered, pressing a thick, slurping kiss to the end of his manhood and leaving a creamy streak down the underside. "I knew I could count on you to be a good host...my messy boy..."