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This is a story commission I've done for Dargon0

Description: Need strikes at the most inopportune moments, more so for the middle-aged dolphin Brenda who hasn't known quality release in a while. A hurry to the nearest gas station and a quick jacking off in the toilet doesn't seem too out there.

Until the clacking claws of a male break the midnight silence Brenda took for granted.

WARNING!!! This story features dub-con content, so if this is not your thing, skip this one!!!

The characters in this story belong to me

***Taken while in heat***

Brenda's hurried right hand fumbled to pluck at another button on her blouse to let the cool, humid air of the AC unit billow over the light grey skin of her bosom. Relief quickly followed as the cascading current enveloped her hanging breasts. Bras never worked well with her smooth skin, always chafing her around the edges, so she preferred to let their plump, generous form hang freely.

"Fuck me..." she tried to stifle a yawn by squeezing her muzzle shut. That was the last thing she needed; a distraction to shutter her eyes, all so that she could drift into fantasy land as her fingers trailed down her lower belly and between her legs. An enticing idea, had she not been driving for several hours straight, her heat-afflicted pussy marinating in its juices. Sleepy, horny and unfocused, Brenda barely kept the wheel straight as it was, plagued by the constant throb pulsing irregularly between her legs. Intermittently bothered the noticeable slickness that had thoroughly soaked her panties.

And completely shameless in how her tits completely slipped free from the hold of her blouse, putting her disheveled looks eerily close to those of a whore flaunting her wares to the rare, uninterested passerby.

The only way to keep her antsy feet steady on the pedals involved her ever-shifting tail. Always flicking and moving, it wriggled this way and that at innovative angles in mildly successful attempts to find new positions that could provide the elusive tendrils of stimulation for her red-hot vent.

During the first half of the trip, she had been reciting her fantasies out loud, using them as a coping method to pass the time. But that became a dangerous affair, luring her impossibly close to her doom, should she climax while driving.

If only Connor summoned the guts to fuck her...or better yet, to take initiative herself. Not the first time her old-fashioned approach left her cunt wet and wanting. She just couldn't bring herself to take that step, too self-conscious with her age, with the possibility of the populous mammal companions finding her abundant wetness strange, her smell foreign.

Her tightness unbearable to their vulnerable-looking members. She could control her contractions to a degree, but true release demanded that she simply enjoyed the ride without worrying about that.

Or about the aspect of her breasts, or the slight greying of her once rich blacks...

The cold breeze helped snuff out some of her incessant overthinking as well as maintain her heat in check. The calming sounds of the ocean playing on her speakers helped as well. They took her mind to calmer, more peaceful times where the sexual appetites of her former dolphin partner never left her wanting. People claimed age diluted one's adventurousness and smothered the effects of heat, but such rules had skipped Brenda.

She wanted nothing more than a cock in her. Anyone's, regardless of how small or big, knot or no knot. It didn't even need to be real, so long as someone else other than her hand fucked her with it.

Appalled by the immoral lasciviousness of her thoughts, the female dolphin increased the frosty current's intensity, finding similar fulfillment in exposing her sensitive hide to that enrapturing caress.

"Ahhh," she sighed in relief, dialing up the wheel responsible for the air's intensity to its limit. The coolness immediately allayed some of the mental fog, sharpening the image of the empty, winding road she drove through in the dead of night. Tired and horny out of her mind, she required all the tricks learned over her forty-one years to hold heedless distraction at bay, lest she disappointed the only person to which she still mattered.

Damn heat. Always striking at the worst of times. Five years since she had last seen her daughter. Five! And this dreadful condition had to take over her wits right when Brenna returned to the city, ready to at least begin repairing their complicated relationship. Of course Brenda wasn't going to let this opportunity pass.

Never again.

No matter the side effects the heat-diminishing or estrus-abolishing pills meant for other species might have on her. Whether they'd happen later, she could never tell. As for their immediate effect, it amounted to nothing.

Just as expected. Toying with the whims of instinct only mattered when there was money to be made. Who would pay attention to the rarer, less represented classes? Leave dolphins of all kinds--dusky ones included--to languish in the throes of surreptitious need, to subdue their urges through the classical means of getting a vagina full of seed.

Anyone's seed.

"As if," she snorted out her doubt with rediscovering love. Not that she needed it. Friends with benefits satisfied all of her sexual requirements. The age, however, posed its difficulties. She was, as others had ungraciously put it, already spent. Better to spare Connor the disgust of a marine creature's quirks now and save them both the hassle. He'd probably feel self-conscious about his size as well, the silly, thirty-something old virgin jackal.

Just thinking of being his experienced first got Brenda all tingly on the inside and substantially wetter on the outside.

At least the AC of her moderately trembling vehicle still produced an adequate flow, blissful in the effect it provided as it streamed over her exposed patches of grey and black hide. While her smooth skin turned delightfully cooler, her nipples progressively hardened, their receptiveness so over the top she did not bother concealing them again. Oh, how she craved to have those small, pink buds fondled, squeezed, suckled.

Worshipped.

For a certain jackal to twirl his tongue around them until she could take it no longer, and only then add the prick of fangs as his efforts concentrated on their taut, lust-encapsulated form.

The reality of her situation always shattered those soothing fantasies. Who would take a forty-one years old dolphin female living on the fringes of society? Her former husband left her with their daughter. Her boss fired her just a few months back, blaming her repeating episodes of sluggishness during summer noon. Her daughter's weekly calls became monthly, then quarterly, stopping shy of every important holiday.

Things were on the brink of collapse, and then this heat came. This mind-addling distraction shrouding all of her worries beneath the veil of oppressive lust.

It was a good thing the roads were clear this late in the night, for Brenda ran every chance to get distracted by the prominent issue smoldering down below, lose control of the wheel for just a second and end up hugging a tree. There was a simple solution to her light-headedness. To the itching distraction pulsing and throbbing with fierce intensity, but she was already late to the only motel her budget afforded and her car practically ran on fumes. Keeping her legs still instead of rubbing them against one another could have helped lessen her instinctive burden to be attended down there, but she couldn't help herself.

She needed something--even a modicum of stimulation--to keep herself sane. The lack of a tampon made the sweltering situation between the legs even worse, permitting her heat to flow out of her unrestrained. Disgusting at first, but a mild annoyance later when her desire propagated through the rest of her dusky body. Ignoring it did more harm than good, so instead, she fed her angry pussy a repertoire of rump wiggles to avoid complete neglection. That kept the rush of adrenaline from overtaking her; from forcing her to the side of the road for a quick, relieving climax. A dangerous gambit, one that her piece of crap engine emphasized through its rich history.

The gas station sign couldn't have appeared sooner. Just one more kilometer of squirming about as if on the verge of peeing, and all this would finally come to an end. Rubbing her rump on the spot mellowed down her sexual frustration into a haze of delight. She never imagined her completely drenched panties could feel so enticing, nor the friction of her pants' fabric against them so effective. At the peak of heat, even the slightest provocation to her vaginal lips tended to draw a response, often met by sluggish, vision-blurring squirts of gooey, musky fluid.

Brenda's eyes dimmed, the lids fluttering whenever she felt one of those itchy snakes slither their way through her highly receptive insides. Strong throbs of powerful genital muscles squirted them out into the open, adding to the width of the musky patch soon to paint the entirety of her seat a color similar to her own. Restraint and discipline kept Brenda from ripping off her blouse. Self-control, scarce as it was, convinced her to keep her pants tight around the waist instead of cracking them open just a little to let in the blessed respite of the AC's icy breath.

She would not succumb to it any further than what her cleavage already showed. Though maybe she ought to...After all, her breasts retained their firmness, as did the smooth skin shifting into lighter and darker gradients according to her species' pattern. Every dusky dolphin had a few key differences, her most notable being her mottled dorsal fin, striped snout and white-edged tail tip. An enticing amalgam of shades, ready to be noticed, should she but dare flaunt her assets more often.

The looming gas station dispelled the cheesy pick-up lines forming in her head. Chances were the clerk was a human, prejudiced against animal people and scrunch-nosed around the aquatic folk.

And that failed to include her heady, permeating musk that mixed the staler parts of the ocean's breeze with the tart musk specific to her heat. A blend adored by water-loving species, but repulsive to anyone else save canines. They favored those more exotic aromas, no matter how hard they tried to conceal the truth of their depraved tastes.

"Oh...right..." she chuckled to herself, buttoning her light yellow blouse to maintain proper decency. So accustomed had she grown to the chill current of the AC, that the late night breeze soothed her tense body all the same. Lucky that nobody was around to witness her peeking tits, otherwise they'd have dragged her into a darkened corner and ravaged her soaked cunt.

Despicable and terrifying, but perversely arousing to her clenching vent that made no distinction any longer. Cock was cock, and seed was seed. So her instinct raged in her mind and through the lower parts of her body in the form of incessant tingles.

"Evening," the disinterested clerk, a pudgy guy with round glasses in his middle twenties, instinctively pointed his hand at the relevant sign while browsing his phone with the other. Two dollars to pee or take a shit. Oh well. A small price to pay and finally squirt all that build-up torrent threatening to undo her will.

If this was a bigger gas station, they would undoubtedly have a dispenser with cheap sex toys. Alas...

"One toilet please," Brenda awkwardly joked, keeping her legs tucked tight to withhold as much of her musk as possible from bothering the seemingly chill human. Though his nostrils visibly breathed it in, he didn't cough, frown, nor wrinkle his nose, pressing the button that unlocked the door to the bathroom without any inelegant remark.

"It's pretty sound-proof, so jack off for however long you want. I'd give you a toy, but we don't get that much interest, so..."

"I uhh...I'll handle it," she gave him a slim, awkward smile in her rush to put a stop to the heat's advance trailing down her thighs, warm wet and gross.

Brenda's feet almost tangled within one another in her rush to finally rid herself of all that mess. She practically hurtled towards the nearest stall, not bothering to close the door in her hurry to plant her bum atop the seat for immediate evaluation.

"Fuck this," she kicked it open, angered by the lack of illumination within the individual cubicles. It was one of those bathrooms, with a single neon light above the sink. As if people didn't need to see where their fingers or fluids went!

"Jack off, he said. Who does he think I am, some horny, toilet-hugging, conservative bitch?"

Her words of denial worked her up even further, all but ensuring that she'd squirt all that she held inside the toilet like some scaredy young adult who had just discovered the awesomeness of her pussy, but was too afraid to get caught while petting her sensuous parts.

"Ufff...mmmm," silent moans crept through her pursed lips. Anticipation pounded in her breast and throbbed through the clamped walls of her sex, dizzying her with its intensity. Once her trembling, ecstatic fingers worked the buttons of her pants free, Brenda pulled them down to her knees in one swift move, her tail arched inward over her back, already prepared for her uncomfortable sitting on those human-designed toilets. That particular position added further strain to her panties. Wrapped around her sex and tailhole, they hugged her around the tailbase, exerting pressure upon her puffed-up vaginal lips that tended to increase whenever she lifted her tail. Trails of overflowing arousal squeezed their way past the laced edges, akin to squeezing a ripe, juicy fruit.

She could barely see how it all looked in the scarce light, but one word described it best: soaked. Only the inside edges of her panties retained their lilac color, the rest of it darkened into a damp mess speckled by smudges of white here and there.

"How on earth..." Brenda was at a loss of words. Sure she steamed and fretted while driving, but witnessing the full effect of her heat-oozing cunt aroused her to no end. And the smell! That thick, permeating miasma of brine mixed with tart, earthy flavors! She hadn't even lowered her panties, yet it still choked the breath out of her, forcing a light cough.

Now, if only she had a male ready to lick all of it up...

"Oh man..." her arms shoved into the side walls of the stall as a pang of light-headedness struck her. Her nether muscles convulsed violently, almost setting her off simply from thinking of her most arousing and secretive of kinks.

For who else but an escort would eat stinky dolphin pussy, as so many had joked about in passing? So, she got herself a twenty-something pup with one heck of a knot, and also an expert at devouring her pussy until she almost passed out from oral stimulation.

Enraged by the limited mindset of a world that has done nothing but shit on her, Brenda pushed her pants all the way down. No more half-measures, especially with nobody around to judge her. By stepping out of her crumpled pants and kicking them through the half-cracked door, she now had full use and spread of her legs, able to take them as far to the sides as she pleased.

Now, onto the next and best part, the panties. Even feeling the heaviness of the heat-impregnated material, further weighed down by the thicker parts of her bottled arousal that couldn't simply slip through, got her heart aflutter.

With these, she enjoyed taking her sweet, perverted time. Call it a kink, or a quirk, but seeing her amassed juices pooled up in the central parts of the damp fabric never failed to crank her lust to eleven. Matte colors worked best to outline the heavier strands of her juice. Close to the texture of watered-down honey, she oozed this particular nectar only during heat and in meager quantities, her body's back-up plan to attract a mate even in rainy weather. Seeing those thin strands of mucous lust got her senses soaring, stirring shudders of elated satisfaction to life.

"Ahhhh," Brenda's blissful whine with how productive she could be, even at her age, was cut short by her flitting tongue curling over the top of her muzzle. Soft, bated breaths wafted from her antsy nostrils as she plucked the thin sides of her panties, rolling them down ever so slowly. Concave in the middle akin to a cloth used to sift whey from cheese, the fabric of her panties sorted out the initial, tepid waves of arousal from what followed later. This thicker, stronger-smelling arousal refused to simply slip through the material. It pooled in the middle, a milky mass of materialized, slimy need her body excreted in sheer desperation of keeping her musky and well-lubricated at all times, able to combat even the unpleasant saltwater.

Gross. But also lovely to the senses of a male inebriated with the smell and taste of a female's copious arousal. Brenda's breath hitched as she tilted her panties to the side, letting that blob of congealed musk splatter down on the floor with a wet, erotic squish. The form of her panties immediately evened out once their load was expunged, letting them flow more easily down her soaked inner thighs.

She should have kept them around her ankles, but rather than deal with their nagging pressure tying her feet together, Brenda shoved them to the back of the stall, reveling in her newfound liberty.

"Oh gosh..." she murmured, looking down at the state of her sex. The entire isle surrounding her vent swelled up and burned an angry pink, dribbling down dewy droplets of her fresher, slicker arousal, the sort that hung suspended in the air for an infuriating amount of time if left to its own devices.

Brenda did no such thing. She immediately seated herself, panting through her gaped maw, choking out a sharp moan upon her hand's contact with her sex. Simply cupping the supple folds draped a veil of dizzying stars over her vision, akin to those moments of deep tipsiness. Heat was a drug, after all, brewed to increased potency by long periods of neglect.

Her eyes snapped shut, legs slipping to the far sides as she reclined back on the toilet seat, propping her thick tail against the wall to make her position comfortable. Even the slightest stroke across the fever-struck mound housing her vent was enough to trigger deep-reaching spasms through her inner canal. Powerful muscles, tempted by the promise of relief, tightened and squeezed against themselves, the grind blissful as it was infuriating in the absence of a male's hardness to milk.

"Oh man..." The female released a needy huff, amazed by the scalding heat radiating from her nethers. It made her colder fingers, clammy with her trickling juices, feel blissful against the shuddering surface of her sex, tempting her to seek out even slicker and warmer climates located at the center of it.

Normally, she would have taken her time to work herself up, but Brenda's desperation, accumulated over an entire day of no sexual relief, begged to differ. More than ready to skip the prelude, the gasping woman formed three of her fingers into a whisk to provide a more generous girth, then pushed them into herself.

"Awhhhh!"

The effect was immediate. In her overly pent-up state, the sheer act of penetration pushed her over the brink, causing her stretching inner walls to rapidly squeeze and distend around her sinking digits. Trembling from every joint, her breaths short and rapid, Brenda leaned forward in anticipation of her orgasm. That created a more advantageous angle for a fuller insertion, letting her now queasy fingers to make it all the way to her knuckles before giving in.

She didn't let the vanishing fulness stop her high, however. While her free hand squeezed her muzzle tight to keep her customary shrill from alerting the clerk, the other thrust in and out of her, fueling the engulfing euphoria until she could no longer withstand its scorching pressure.

In spite of Brenda's best efforts, a thin, guttural cry made it out into the open, quickly dwarfed by the wet splatter of her first and strongest squirt that splashed against the toilet's bowl. Toes clenched, tail tip trembling like a leaf while her front half squatted to such degree that she almost rolled forward, Brenda swiftly and decisively pounded her squirting cunt, coughing out furtive moans now and then whenever the pleasure grew too much to bear. Feeling her body expel its inner heat through those spurting waves of musky, honey-thick climax put her into a breathless, enchanted, careless state.

Nothing in the world mattered but for the hot essence rolling down her slowing fingers. No more restraint was needed, now that her breath returned to her. Even as the faltering whimpers of her waning climax echoed off the tiled walls of the bathroom, Brenda's focus dwelled on rubbing and stroking her puffy folds, finding the faded wisps of pleasure coursing through them a delightful snack after a most copious meal.

The audible clack of the twisting door knob took that from her. A sharp, unexpected, panicked yelp burst past Brenda's previously slack lips. Her body immediately straightened on the toilet, the muscles of her legs tensing yet refusing to budge. It seemed her absent mind made the best choice, for the speedy withdrawal of her masturbating hand showed it dripping and drooling with the heavy-smelling product of her climax.

She quickly wiped it away on a few sheets of rough toilet paper before directing them between her legs. Their rough touch felt jarring to her oversensitive vulva, but she couldn't afford leaving it out in the open. The milky strands flowing out of her to connect with the curved slant of the toilet bowl had an erotic persistence to them, requiring several passes to get her flushed pussy into a wet yet presentable state. To make sure that no compromising gobs of female ejaculate made past her scrutiny, Brenda delved between her legs with her left hand, suppressing a pleasure-filled hiss as her vent moistened her fingers with a delayed spurt of softer, mellower post-coital arousal.

So preoccupied did she become with the state of her vagina that she only noticed the still-open, slightly cracked door to her stall when the bulky shadow of the stranger already peered into her cabin.

Oh shit!

Brenda's left hand lashed out to grab the handle and drag the door shut. Her well-lubricated fingers immediately slipped on the slick metal, causing the door to bounce and open even further than before, revealing the passing silhouette of the massive reptilian who happened to walk by her stall at that exact moment. Her mortified green eyes met his calm, indifferent amber ones, the narrow vertical slits chilling the blood in her veins.

"This one broken or what?" His crocodilian hand pushed and sealed it shut even after she tried and failed to do so once again. Her dry right hand managed to twist the latch to lock herself in, at least.

"Seems not. Though I don't blame you. This late in the night, I'd have done the same."

Brenda's frenzied, desperate eyes immediately began scanning the floor, taking note of the conspicuous absence of her pants. A twist of the head led her to rediscover her abandoned panties bundled in a corner, cold, clammy and disgusting. She shuddered at the mere thought of ever wearing them again.

She knew the hiss of the faucet to be a distraction. Guy like that, with a messy trucker shirt and dust-caked jeans, lacked the minimum respect for hygiene. Males didn't wash after doing their deed, let alone freshen their hands before. Once the flow of water ceased, his heavy inhales and audible exhales took over. Like a hound's nose vying to bury into the weeping flower of a bitch in heat, the reptilian savored the uniqueness of this situation.

In the end, what male could resist? Brenda almost felt a giggle rush to her throat, but the awkwardness--the fear--of escalation prevented her from treating this situation in a more lenient way.

The stranger loosened long, drawn-out sighs followed by even more insistent breaths, basking in the delight of her sharp, permeating musk.

"Stank up the entire bathroom, did you?" He tried to make that sound jovial, but Brenda still squeezed her muzzle shut with a hand to prevent any sound from coming out. The other cupped her sex in a futile attempt to blot out its musk.

"It's fine. I don't mind it one bit. Were we acquainted, I'd have devoured that musky pussy of yours. Swallow every drop."

Brenda's arms wrapped over her half-opened blouse, covering the more exposed part of her upon spotting his distinctly crocodilian feet. Those idle, broad paws equipped with filed claws worn out by concrete and asphalt, refused to budge. Instead of continuing their lethargic shuffle to the next available cubicle or to the urinal row, they lingered in her field of view for several tension-filled heartbeats, filling her bones with icy dread.

"Got any paper there?"

"Uh...yeah," Brenda tore out several sheets from the dispenser, tossing them through the few inches wide gap between the floor and her door. It was only when his hand grabbed them that she realized he hadn't even checked the other stall, otherwise she'd have heard the creak of its door.

"Thanks," his gruff voice replied as his feet stirred into motion. "You don't mind If I jack off? Haven't smelled anything this rich before. The perfect balance between stale, raw and fresh."

Brenda's nervous laughter got the better of her. "No, uh...go ahead," she tried to keep it cool, only to instantly regret her decision. This wasn't a guy hitting on her in a bar or at a party. She was, more or less, alone and stuck with him in the bathroom of a gas station a dozen miles from the nearest town.

"You like the idea of me jacking off to you?" The reptilian's erotic groan both aroused and set her on edge. "Does it get your pussy all worked up?"

The soft, squelching sounds of his hand passing over whatever features his cock had ended with a more persistent thump against the tougher plates on his upper groin. He really was beating the meat, huh? The flicks and strokes of his wrist sounded eerily close to her; coming from the front and a little to the side instead of sailing through the bottom gap of the wall separating the two cubicles. When she gave him leave to jack off, she meant it in the way she did. Private. Orderly. Not leaning against the wall, casually stroking himself while she washed her hands.

Fucking pervert....

Brenda's legs shuttered in growing discomfort with this situation, the vagaries of her heat all but forgotten. She couldn't even croak out a reply from how tight and dry her throat felt, let alone muster the will to crack a joke and diffuse the tension.

For what else was left to her but treat this as a normal occurrence? She had nothing on her but the wallet and her phone, discarded alongside her pants. Acting like prey got you treated as one, so her best course of action, irrational as it sounded, was to make a run for it once he shot his seed. That could buy her the necessary few seconds to make it into the station's store and alert the clerk on a possible case of assault.

"Don't like dirty talk much, do you?" the elegant roughness of his tone had a strange allure to it; the sort that got a woman's skin all prickly. "Thought you'd be more involved. Middle-aged woman, freshly masturbated pussy reeking of loneliness and neglect...doesn't take a smart man to piece the two and two together."

"I'm...what business is it of yours?" Brenda raised her tone, wicked courage flaring through her. "Do your...thing and leave me to my own. Else I'll call the cops."

"Hmpf..." The reptilian's chuckle faded into the click of claws. Several seconds later, her pants appeared right under the door, conveniently kept out of the reach of her foot or arm. "Come out, then. Call the cops. Got my hands too full of cock to come and try stop you."

The lingering playfulness in his words gave Brenda pause, the sort that raced down her neck, spine and tail like an electrifying eel. Adrenaline pumped through her, mixing with the gripping fear settled in her gut and limbs. Though she was raised in a conservative and secluded setting, her inner boldness pushed her towards the grander yet more unforgiving society. So was the case now, where her nerve shadowed panic, shrinking it to a dim speckle.

Her hands relaxed, no longer balled into fists. Her jaws loosened, letting blessed respite flow through her formerly clenched teeth.

What was one more creep in a history of many? She'd dealt with his sort all throughout her younger years and in far worse places. It always boiled down to testing her mettle; to belittle and sexualize the female in a perverse attempt to gauge her value. Even though she had far more to lose back in the day, she had refused to let herself be intimidated by some petty sexual talk.

Why start now, in a public setting of all places, where a single scream ought to be enough to shove this hulking creature off her?

Brimming with confidence flared by her earlier resolution, Brenda unlocked the door to her stall and walked out one even step after the other.

"Huh," she tried half a daring smile upon discovering who she dealt with, and in what form. "Stall couldn't fit in all that load of crocodile?"

"Not really," he shrugged his broad shoulders, one hand propped against the radiator mounted to a wall while the other, slicker one coddled one heck of an appetizing cock. Underside nubs, growing in thickness up to his base, started from the bottom of his meaty spade. Light ridges embellished the flanks of his shaft, shaped like the gills of a shark minus their specific function, acquired intriguing girth the further they traveled towards his stretched out genital slit. There, at the tail end of his cock, they inherited delightful prominence, enough to drive any female mad from the mixture of brushing and tugging depending on the respective motions.

"Looks good, doesn't it?" the tips of his fangs showed under his small yet elegant grin. "Reckon it feels even better when I'm lodged in down to the last ridge inside that swollen, appetizing pussy of yours. Assuming you could take in all this crocodile load, as you've put it."

Whatever witty reply awaited on her tongue vanished, swept away by growing instinctual appetites. Her pants practically touched the tips of her toes, and yet, she wasted precious seconds just staring at him. At the nakedness of his legs and groin while his top still lay covered in that hideous checkered shirt that did his facial features no justice.

"Want to see more, I take it? I can oblige," he immediately removed his only remaining piece of clothing, uncovering a brown-and-tan body that got her weak in the knees. It took effort just to swallow a single droplet of spittle, her muscles tight and eager in anticipation of those brutish hands grabbing her for but one purpose. "Never liked this shirt. Don't like your blouse much either."

He cocked his head, trying to get a glimpse of her tits. Brenda fastened the last button, covering what little cleavage she already showed.

That got her companion all intrigued, as emphasized by his devious gaze taking note of how she protected one part of her body while leaving the most important one thoroughly exposed.

"What do you say?" his meaty tongue flicked over his lips. "Want my tongue lodged up in your clamping cunt?"

She responded with a well-deserved scorn, turning to the sink to wash her trembling hands.

Perhaps it was his species, almost as rare as hers, that triggered such a reckless episode of curiosity. Or maybe the mystery behind her primeval response, emphasized by the electric shudder of warmth propagating through her vaginal walls, lied in the sharp, peat-like musk exuded by his overly stiff malehood.

He was a good-looking guy. No amount of snark could deny that. While not the picture of toned perfection, his broad arms did have subtle muscle definition, as did his pectoral muscles and abdomen. More the strong, wrestler type rather than the lean, statuesque weightlifter, he carried himself with a confident allure, intending to play rather than prey on her.

Whether her heat addled her mind or the encountering of too few crocodilians got her pussy all tingling, Brenda couldn't tell. She was irrationally infatuated with him, mostly thanks to his broad muzzle that seemed ripped out of her favorite porn magazine. Elegant ridges outlined his stark amber eyes, their flaming color going hand-in-hand with the dark brown color predominating over his body, minus the softer hues lightening up his jaws, groin, inner thighs and tail base. The peak of his majesty had to be his tail. Long, strong, checkered with broad scutes sharpening into spikes over its top, it made for a dazzling display of raw power, able to flick scrawnier individuals such as her to the side as if flies.

"Quite the long stare," his fingers toyed with the stiffening ridges at his base, all so that he could flaunt the full throbs of his cock for her. "Makes me feel less uncomfortable with this situation. Bold women are kind of my thing."

Bold...more like perverse. Brenda sniffled their mingling scent out of her nostrils, feeling herself grow dizzy from the onrush of too many conflicting feelings. Whether sick with revulsion or feverish from another episode of intense arousal, she had no idea. Everything seemed to contract around her, lessening her shrinking perception until all it seemed to encompass was this audacious stranger whose cock wept its clear desire only several feet away from her.

"You had time to run," he began closing in, casting the shadow of his superior height over her, all while his shaft continued to rage on. "You could've shouted for help, yet you did neither of these."

His long, hefty tail swept aside her pants, robbing her of choice, stripping her of what gave her courage in the first place.

The confidence that she could force him to back down in some way or another.

Without that, she shrunk before him, backtracking against the stall's door that his defter hand got to before she did.

"We both know you've been there, done that, and felt empty afterward." Brenda squeezed herself against the stall's door, tail flagged and towering behind her, all so she could gain a few inches of distance from his increasingly thicker musk. "I have something better in mind. Something befitting of that lovely cunt of yours."

His damp, precum-covered fingers reached between her tightly clasped thighs. Opposition mattered little to him, corkscrewing his way through her feebly-clasped legs until the scale-padded underside of his fingers brushed against the receptive skin surrounding her vulva. Brenda's legs parted and buckled awkwardly, driving her sex right into the clutch of his broad palm that managed to fit the entirety of it.

"Careful," his free hand gripped her from under one arm to help stabilize her shaking knees that had melted like hot butter. "Bathroom floors are a filthy thing. A shame to get this overly soft hide marred with all that unpleasantness."

He said that while sampling a particularly fine portion of her, throbbing in its sweltering juices. Brenda responded through a panicked yet strangely erotic wince, torn between the terrifying logic of what was happening and the promise of boundless pleasure begging to be explored further. His fingers had the finest of scales lining their underside, granting them the texture of smooth sand, a perfect contrast to the vapid smoothness of her vagina.

"You can moan. I love noisy women," his fingertips continued to sail up and down along the surface of her vent, drawing increasingly stronger shudders.

"O--oh..." Brenda's hips squirmed in an attempt to dislodge him, but the extra motion simply worked to his advantage, slipping the blunt tips of his claws inside her. She immediately stiffened at that, aware of how perilous this was, yet the shock of it translated into a deeper, more addictive high that the grinning man thoroughly enjoyed.

"You've got quite the clench for a middle-aged woman..." he trailed off as he slipped two soggy fingers, dripping with thicker and thinner juices alike, into his waiting, curling tongue. "And the taste, mrrrmmm...so raw, so...appetizing."

She didn't know where to look. Whether his predatory eyes posed a greater concern than his twitching cock. It had been hard for so long that lines of precum inched down its spade and nubs, crawling towards the floor like drops of diluted honey. She shuddered at the strong smell of him, so awful to her sensitive nostrils. It was like spice, an acquired taste, one that her tightening gut and constricting throat wished not have anything to do with!

Before she could even think over the thunderous beats of her racing heart, the crocodilian made the choice for her. Far too strong hands, the sort that left bruises from a simple squeeze, grabbed hold of her arms, shoving her towards the sink. The painful message flaring within her muscles was simple. Obey, or be tossed about.

Brenda lurched towards the sink when a second shove came from behind, gripping its sides with both hands.

"Good. That's a pretty sight. Now bend over."

She did that immediately, prompted by the deep fear tainting her heart, by her female instinct to submit to stronger males rather than get unnecessarily hurt.

Pleased with her timely reaction, the man shifted his attention to her protective tail, the last barrier standing between him and his greatest desire.

"Ihhh!" A sharp, panicked, intense squeak scratched Brenda's throat on its way out from the simplest touch on the base of her tail.

"Easy there," the man took a step back, his eyes more alert, those slitted pupils wider and more alert. "I'm not the woman hitting type, but you're old enough by now understand how heat works and what it does to the more...vulnerable type who hasn't mated in a while..."

She should have tail slapped that forming smirk off his face, but her instinct betrayed her yet again. It wanted her to play victim, to be forcefully taken by a worthy male and get seeded with his strong clutch.

Noticing no other changes in her demeanor but for that initial fright, the crocodilian hoisted that bothersome obstacle over a shoulder, grabbing it behind the fluke. This second, briefer squeeze further drilled his act of depravity into her skull, turning her tail weak and feeble, unable--unwilling--to withstand any further discomfort.

"Lower," he forced her to form an almost perfect ninety degree angle between her hips and torso. Her trained back did not mind it all that much. Better to be eying the faucet, right under the mirror while in that forward-facing position, so that she wouldn't have to witness anything from what was about to happen.

Her pussy laid bare to his revolting lusts, Brenda had no bargaining chip left. Everything happened to fast that her head spun like a bingo ball through one of those long, convoluted spirals. Thoughts and feelings alike churned in a vortex of engulfing dread, muddled and confused. She could see him in the bottom corner of the mirror, should her gaze drift there. That colossal body towering over her, cock twitching with stronger, excited pulses at the prospect of finally invading her body.

He grabbed himself to keep the powerful throbs of his shaft under control, both as a means to further arouse her and to acquire necessary precision for his initial thrust.

"Beautiful," he mouthed. The last thing she saw before her eyes shuttered tight was his hand reaching between her legs. Vile pleasure flooded her body in an instant, heightened by the increasing velocity of his strokes over the span of her vent.

"Ohhhh gods..." Brenda tucked her head as close to her chest as it could go, hissing through gritted teeth. The audible squishing and squelching of her wet flesh fanned the flames of rising pleasure ever brighter, turning dread into leg-shivering orgasm as her pussy violently bucked into the waiting palm of his hand.

He said nothing, and uttered no word, letting her faint, shame-filled cries flow unbidden. Every now and then, he more insistently pressed his fingertips into her, mindful of the claws yet strangely persistent in stimulating the sluggish flow of her juices. She didn't squirt; only a slow-building, penetrative climax could grant her that. What he did, however, was nothing short of extraordinary to her frayed senses, touching her down there like no man ever had.

"You're awfully quick to burst," his even voice alerted her to the motion of his hand that rubbed all of her fluid over his length, giving it a splendid, erotic sheen. "Don't forget to breathe. Don't want you turning limp like a soggy noodle just as I'm about to finish. My cock tends to push the more sensitive type over the edge of consciousness."

"St--stop!" She pleaded even as his meaty tip poked and prodded at her taut vent, mocking her through the most perverted of means he could employ. Her vagina didn't know any different, reacting to the titillating caress through welcoming tremors. For a brief moment, her tail instinctively flagged to give him wider access to her sex.

But instead of coming down, it remained aloft, squeezed by his strong, bruising grip that knew no kindness nor compassion.

"You don't want me to stop," he sneered in her ear, the heat of his breath making her cringe in revulsion. "Your cunt doesn't want that either."

"Ghaaaah!"

If pleasure muddled what ought to have been a cry for help, then the features of his cock squelched it entirely. Brenda's eyes gaped to the size of saucers upon feeling his spade stuff its way into her, too thick, too overwhelming compared to the slim length of a dolphin. Her muscles helplessly tried to contain him; to block his way, to smother the blood flow out of him. Yet still he pressed forward one sluggish inch at a time, letting his taut nubs lining his underside pop into her one choked gasp at a time.

Brenda felt her world spin out of control, queasy from how that slow penetrative rhythm. Erotic growls and grunts emphasized the dominant push into her irrationally eager depths, the clutch on her rump tight enough to bruise her softer muscles. And yet, whatever discomfort burned within her abused buttocks paled when compared to the churning amalgam of sexual sounds blending into an insufferable symphony. Breathless, completely unable to control her body but for her arms that held fast against her sink, the squelching protests of Brenda's pussy filled her ears.

What could she do against such wanton invasion but droop her head in submission? How could she yell when curt gasps and moans of perverse delight flitted past her slackened jaws? The only fight she posed against him was to drown his advancing cock in a deluge of thick, cloudy ejaculation expelled out of her through a series of rapid contractions.

"Ghhhhmmmm..." the male stuffed his shaft deeper into her, adding to the nauseating bliss rippling through every inch of her body.

"Owh..." Brenda whined, barely able to breathe through the intense whirlwind of unbidden sexual sensations claiming hold of her perception. It took his several ridges rolling into her, one wheeze at a time, for Brenda to overlook the entirety of this situation. Her pussy had never received such prized girth, adorned by a plethora of tail-flagging features, especially at the height of her heat. It begged no surprise that firmness returned to her knees. That her tail arched inward out of its own accord, all to provide the best possible angle for her cunt to ease the penetration.

"Rawwwh...." His thunderous roar shook blessed alertness into her numbing body. Some of the post-orgasm fog faded, easing the grip of her restraining muscles. That caused the last of his cock to disappear into her in one swift stroke, plated groin crashing against her dainty nether regions.

"Gods..." His hold on her turned into circular movements across her cheeks, akin to a massage. "Your cunt is...it is..." he paused to draw in a deep, relieving breath that returned the spark of dominance in his eyes. "Never had such fine pussy in my entire life."

His words triggered something within her. An unfathomable anger derived from how she bowed so low like a groveling whore, all so that he could wet his cock inside her unwilling vagina. Just as she prepared to verbally shatter the reality of his heinous act, the man drew back a few inches, all to remind her that his spade bore that crown of fleshy nubs for a reason.

A reason that coaxed a keening cry from Brenda as she once again descended back amidst the churning waves of roiling depravity. That simple pullout motion alone kickstarted the growth of yet another climax that threatened to slither through her walls. She could feel those exhausting pulses pick up, answering the instinctive call of a male that aimed to scratch away her longing in the only way he knew how.

It was a terrible position to be in. A prisoner not only to him, but to her ancient breeding instincts that commandeered her body into an inexorable direction.

That of stirring his cock into the throbbing frenzy prior to ejaculation.

The man dominantly slapped his hips against her, locking their genital slits together, letting her bask in the full extent of his length, thickness and penile features. The ridges. Those damned, meaty protrusions that exerted just the right amounts of pressure on her outstretched walls and vaginal lips. Though she barely managed to catch her breath, the signs of another looming climax crawled along her spine and tail, once again forcing her to brace against the sink.

"Nhaaahhhhh!" The bathroom dispersed into a twinkling sea of stars dotting a pitch-black veil. Though mellower than the last one in intensity, she couldn't help but bless him once again with the slimy bounty of her body, lathering his cock down to the last ridge in copious amounts of slippery dolphin juices.

"That's right, you drenched, horny slut. Cum for me. Squirt everything lesser men failed to milk out of you," he growled out those words even as his hips regained motion, throwing her frail body completely off balance. More than once did her knees sag or her front wilt against the sink, begging for reprieve from the continuous chain of exhausting stimulation.

"Eno..Enouffff..." She protested even as she splayed against the sink, tossed there by a particularly powerful shove.

"Don't go limp," the crocodilian's long tail helped provide the necessary aid for her hands to once again clutch the makeshift armrests of what was to be her torment. "We're not done yet."

Her assailant paid no attention to her rugged panting breaths or her visibly wilting body. One burly arm traded its prized spot atop her butt cheek to wrap around her torso, just under her perky breasts. He simply intended to keep her from losing her balance once again, only to stumble upon a neglected region of hers by happenstance.

"Gods, those breasts," he rolled his hand over each of her mounds in turn. Not the brutish clutch she gritted her teeth for in anticipation of the worst, but a mellow, almost worshipping glide centered around her taut nipples. His fingers proved too big to trap the little buds between them or give them their due fondling, so instead, he roamed over them from every direction.

"Ohhhhh fffuuuck!" Brenda's voice clambered to the highest pitch possible, turning her throat raw from the cacophonous shrill of pleasure she loosened. It wasn't a continuous stream, for her cry couldn't keep even when his cock pounded at her cunt. All the while, his index quickly flicked and rubbed a single nipple, intent on unlocking the full potential of her feminine allure.

She couldn't take it. Not while standing up and straining her back like that. Once again, Brenda dipped low, hugging the sink for comfort, the tip of her muzzle instinctively reaching for the faucet in the hope of a quick gulp of moisture.

"Mhh!" The crocodilian fully hilted himself into her. That girth of his alone was enough to paralyze her entire body for a few frighteningly intense seconds that almost tipped her over the edge of consciousness.

"Here you go," he turned on the stream of water, letting her awkwardly to sip a few gulps with him still inside her. "Don't want you to overheat or something."

He denied her more of that blessed relief as sudden as it all started, making use of her relaxed state to grab and shover her against nearest wall. The two, connected by his cock firmly squeezed by her strong genital muscles, awkwardly stumbled to their next location, where he pressed an oppressive hand against her back to keep her hunched forward at the desired angle. It was sheer adrenaline that kept Brenda's feet and arms steady when stretched against the wall, head tucked inward and drooping. Droplets of saliva wormed their way down the tip of her tongue upon finding herself unable to fully close it. She panted like a ragged beast, blinking back the tears welling within both of her eyes.

"Oh sh--oh shit, not...not another..."

"Better not collapse. No more sink for you to hug...as if it is...a lover..."

He cared not for her sniffle, nor for the difficulty with which she swallowed what little moisture remained in her mouth to soothe her parched throat. All that mattered to him were the heavy swings of his hips pummeling at her exposed rump. The surge of delight slowly warming him up for the big finale, clearly outlined within the hardness of his features. His cock blissfully tormented Brenda as it throbbed and thickened inside her, triggering reflexive anticipation for his seed.

She strained to take him all in, ridges nubs and spade. As with every male, they all seemed far bigger when their seeded attempted to erupt. It was as if their cock swelled with all that desire that plain stubbornness kept in check or revoked. For Brenda, the sudden tautness of his penile features did not herald relief nor wicked excitement for finally feeling that soothing warmth explode out of him.

It spelled but one thing, that this would continue for as long as he intended.

It wasn't enough that she surrendered her body to him. He had to demean her by pounding away at her like a rutting animal, every forceful motion knocking Brenda's head against the tiled wall whenever her arms proved too weak to still hold the arch of her back straight.

"You don't...have to be so roughhh..." faint whines sailed from her muzzle between each rough slap of his groin against her rump. Juices audibly splattered. Legs threatened to give from the toll of raw, demanding pleasure. Her exposed breasts swung wildly every time her brow connected with the hard wall, the erect nipples painfully stiff and begging to be squeezed--or better yet, pinched.

"Rough, is it?"

"Ghhh!" Brenda's sucked in a sharp, desperate breath upon feeling his hand seize her throat. Unyielding fingers wrapped around her slender neck, increasing the strength of their hold in unison with the faster, wilder thrusts.

Panic quickly began to seep through her. It urged her to get up, to fight for her life, lest this savage squeezed it out of her. Soon as her back attempted to straighten, the crocodilian's mighty tail subjugated her, putting her back in her place, bent over and trembling from every joint. Euphoria once again threatened to overtake her; to cascade through her and out of her cunt.

The man knew it too, maintaining the vicious choke on her throat, relishing the way her desperate hands clawed at him for air.

"Desperate for air, are you?" his clutch vanished in an instant, clearing the lump in her throat. "Let's see...how well you breathe...when I fuck you harder...than anyone...you've ever been with!"

His words blurred in Brenda's fainting mind. Something about air, and breathing. Yes. She was desperate for it. Her tight chest begged to be filled by a relieving gasp.

But she couldn't do it, her body fettered by indomitable pleasure spawned by the severity of his savage thrusts.

"Hnnnghhh..." she squeezed her teeth harder than ever while hugging the wall in front of her for balance. The molten pressure building within her never felt so demanding, so...terrifying in its scope. Already did her pussy start to squirt its fluids prematurely, similar to a male who attempted to hold back his seed for as long as possible while dripping cloudy, aqueous drops of pre-seed.

"Ahhhh!" He lodged himself in one sudden, spearing thrust, ejaculating as soon as all his ridges were accounted for. "Nhh...nhhhhhhhaaarhhh!"

Those tormenting hands wove around the front of her hips, squeezing her tight against his crotch. All the while, his groin weakly slapped against her thighs to ensure proper stimulation for his already domineering nubs and ridges.

Sheer will maintained Brenda upright, bestowed upon her by the overwhelming need to be seeded, even by the likes of him. His seed didn't just spurt into her; it erupted with unfathomable might, rendering her legs queasy, her arms weak, and her mind dim, all so that her focus could channel where it mattered.

Inside her, where her nether muscles became a storm of contractions of varying intensities, all for the purpose of hungrily sucking everything her assailant held. Every time she clasped around him to beg for more, his pointy nubs tugged and pulled on her sensitive flesh whenever his cock shifted with the slightest motion. His ridges never stopped for too long either, continuing their back-and-forth motions at the cost of excess seed overflowing through the narrow space created by the natural break in his ridges. That was when her pussy queefed in relief, for soon as he speared himself back in, he'd bring her dangerously close to a climax so strong, it threatened to darken her senses.

"I know...what you need..."

Brenda's legs stiffened as she felt his finger moisten itself with the wetness trickling down the top of her vent. It was hard to breathe, to think, to focus on anything else but the thrilling immensity of how wonderful it felt to have a well-endowed male cum inside her so hard. The novelty of this experience alone seemed to prolong her state of maddening edging, keeping her teetering on the brink, so close yet so far away due to fatigue.

And then, it all changed. Sudden alertness flooded Brenda, gaping her eyes and muzzle open. She tried to scream, in both pain and revulsion, at how horrifying it was to feel his finger wriggle its way into her taut tailhole.

But pleasure took that from her. Past the initial shock lied her vast and untested potential. The further he worked his way through the sensitive pucker and into her other, tighter, and far less explored depths, the rifer her perverse delight grew. It was as if he unlocked something in her body by wriggling his way into the one place she never paid much attention to, revealing the complete extent of her corruption.

"A...ah..." powerful, electrifying shocks surged through her spine, summoned by his persisting finger that refused to pop out of her tailhole. Every time she instinctively clenched around him, her pussy mirrored that, starting a chain reaction of debilitating delight which the crocodilian found particularly enticing.

And exploitable.

"AH!" Brenda yelped, tensing on the tips of her toes. Her back immediately attempted to straighten in order to make this sort of penetration more bearable and put an end to the breath stifling discomfort.

But her assailant wouldn't have any of it. Too snug with his cock inside her, his brutish hand kept her in place, bent-over and subdued. He enjoyed testing her; analyzing her squirms, her pleas, the useless slaps of her tail against that undeterred titanic body of his.

"Lie still, woman," he twisted his hand so that his palm molded along the bottom of her tail. That allowed him to curl his finger and navigate through her increasingly warmer and sorer tunnel, all thanks to the effectiveness of her own lubrication he smeared himself with. "This is just the start of it."

"Ahhhahhh!" She cried out in response, blinking back a fresh wave of confused tears. Bliss-laced pain invaded her body, a repugnant mixture that made as much sense as the orgasms she had previously experienced from the cock of a lowly rapist. For every centimeter that he tunneled through with his carefully rotating finger, the female dolphin yelped and clawed at the tiled wall, her toes scrunched so tight she could barely feel them.

She barely felt anything, in fact, her whole mind overridden by the pressing urgency taking place below her tail. Never had she felt anything like it; a violation so thorough that every ounce of her focus channeled towards it to take every perverse detail in.

"Gahh!" she choked out a monstrous gasp the moment his finger popped free from her twitching anus. It pulsed and throbbed, aching from its first use.

"It's rough at first..." his finger brushed against her inner thighs to collect the plentiful gobs of thick climax she had squirted during earlier orgasms. "And it is an acquired taste. But you know how it is with kinks...you never know until you know."

She wanted to spew fire and brimstone at him; to let all her rage burst forth. It only took that one finger with its round, circular strokes spreading her natural lubrication over her taut, puckered anus to keep her tame. Dread was a powerful silence tool, more so when every breath she took was sucked deep into her chest, never knowing when she would be allowed to take another.

Shhhhwick!

"Ghhhhhrrr!" Brenda knocked her head against the wall out of her own accord this time. Too soft, too...cowardly, not even enough to dizzy her even a little bit.

A second attempt at this nonsensical ploy never came. The same mouth that had such colorful things to say about the crocodilian gaped wide open as she felt him digging in well past the middle of his finger. Swift, snappy clenches attempted to impede him at every painful yet awkwardly pleasant step, each heroic squeeze failing to deter his asinine advance.

"Noooohhhh stohhhp!" One of her palms rushed to cup her contorted face; to hide the disgraceful clues of immoral satisfaction she felt from being probed so deep and stretched so well. She found it wildly uncomfortable, to be stuffed by one of his burly fingers, yet her pussy seemed entranced by it, milking a few last, delayed spurts from the faltering male's member.

"Hfff..." His finger withdrew in the blink of an eye, cutting her orgasmic ascent short. "Maybe you're right. This sort of initiation should happen slower. Not nearly as abrupt."

A wider surface rubbed the top of her vent this time. Fuller. More determined. She didn't immediately paint clear picture of it from that faint, ticklish sensation alone, her chest too tense, her gasps too loud to focus on anything else but her need to recover. Any attention given to her pussy after the harrowing experience of having her weakest point assaulted seemed like the blissful respite she most deserved.

"But since this is a one-time thing..."

Something about his words tugged at her conscience. It raised her tail defensively, ready to repel yet another unwanted attack.

And then, it all clicked in her head. Two fingers. That was what confused her earlier; why his glide along her mound acquired such pleasant width.

"No no no!" Brenda's arms pushed as hard as they could against the wall, hoping to send the both of them crashing into the stall behind them.

She didn't even imbalance him. Worse, she assured that the last of his ridges which must've plopped free at some point slipped their way back in.

"Oh...oh no..." Her senses dimmed for a fraction of a second, bringing her on the verge of fainting. A stuffed pussy in heat was a perilous affair, more so at the cock of a stranger who found the prospect of pushing her over the edge a thrilling experience.

"Don't you mean oh yes?"

"Hnnnggggg!" Brenda slammed her jaws upon one another. Teeth mashed and grinded together as the same finger once again plowed through the furrows of her entrance. She could feel every little detail of his abhorrent trip into her private sanctuary, her strong anal muscles desperately squeezing and contracting around the invading appendage.

It burned. It hurt. It turned every inch of her clamping insides a hot, throbbing mess. Even the lubrication he coated his finger in barely made a difference to her virgin tailhole, its insides too smooth, too fine for such savage act.

And that was just the start of it.

"Pucker up," the crocodilian's teeth sank into the meaty surface of her tail just below the fluke to keep it from inconveniencing his efforts, causing Brenda's head to whip back in shock.

She couldn't even scream, for every effort, every little motion of her body triggered involuntary grips and squeezes from both of her holes, robbing her of breath, of the will to stand up to him.

His second finger made sure of that. Its claw tip slid its way in with barely a struggle, courtesy of the ample amounts of lubrication enveloping it.

"Mrrrrh..." The crocodilian growled a foreboding threat to her, the sort that made your skin crawl. Between the flaring pain shooting from the top of her tail all the way up her spine, her ceaselessly shuddering pussy and now her overly abused tailhole, Brenda felt thoroughly violated. She wished she could just sink to the floor and cry, but her body wouldn't let that happen. So long as his cock remained rigid inside her, Brenda's legs remained standing no matter how low her torso drooped.

He did not even care that she bent over so low that her fingertips almost touched her toes. It made the girth of his first finger--and the only one that could fit--more bearable.

That still wasn't enough. Even from this angle, with her rump hoisted high and her tailhole pushed outward, Brenda still squeaked, teared and wheezed through the torturous motions his index finger put her through. It sought to help acclimatize her insides for extra girth by swirling, kneading and groping at her lightly ridged walls. Though careful, the blunted tip of his claw still triggered reflexive squeezes and jolts, every gasp and shudder savored by the pervert who made himself at home inside her.

"A--ack..."

"Mmmm," the crocodilian hummed mischievously while dipping the claw of his middle finger in and out of her twitching mess of an anus. That one lacked the control of his index, able to achieve just the simple motion of sliding his blunted claw in and out of her. Though overly intense and highly uncomfortable, the numbness setting within the perversely massaged walls of her tailhole helped Brenda cope with what this maniac was doing to her. It was degrading. It drained the soul out of her simply to keep still and not rake her throat raw through pointless screams.

More so when a part of her--the adventurous side, as she called it--found this newly acquired rhythm not only bearable, but also tolerable.

Pleasurable, even.

And that was when it all changed. One burly finger, she could accommodate. Scarcely, yes, and with quite the bit of effort on her part. If she strained hard enough to keep her tailhole relaxed and loosened, the tip of a second one might work, as proven by the crocodilian's earlier test.

But not two full fingers.

Without warning nor preparation, his middle finger forced its way into her right when she let her guard down; at the exact moment her tailhole muscles loosened for a short dose of respite. The fulness of her overstretched tailhole sent Brenda's brow right against the wall, rolling left and right in unison with the corkscrewing motion of the man's wiggling fingers.

No scream. No yelp. Nothing but the wet splat of a premature burst of female cum came, dwarfed by the satisfied growl of the crocodilian. Her head slid sideways eventually, dragging her cheek an inch over the cold surface of the tiles, her tongue curled so dramatically it touched the roof of her mouth. With her eyes rolled into the back of her skull, Brenda's contorted face sketched stark picture of thrilling yet agonizing pleasure; the sort which only the basest, vilest creatures succumbed to.

Filled to the brim in both holes, the otherworldly sensations spawned by the crocodilian's perversion rocketed her past any conceivable limit to her orgasm. She didn't just squirt; she burst out a deluge of her thickest, messiest climax yet. The ensuing deluge, much stronger in force and richer in fluid quantity, forcefully pushed at least a couple of ridges out of her, audibly splattering upon the male's nether plates. Enraged with her instinctive insubordination, he stuffed her cunt back in one fell stroke, pressing his belly against her back, hugging her by the middle like a dog holding onto his precious bitch.

"Grrr..grrrhhh...." the vibrations of his guttural rumble seeped into her nape and spread through her slackened shoulders.

She hated that sound; so close to her ear that it made her skull rattle. More than that, she loathed her inexplicable weakness; those episodes of vertigo whenever the involuntary spasms of her muscles caused her to tighten not only around his invading shaft, but to contract around something that should never fill her under the tail. Those two joint fingers, squeezed into her helplessly twitching bunghole well past their middle, brought her close to the brink of passing out, all due to the overly sensitive nature of her anal walls. The pleasure rippling through the base of her tail resonated with the vaster delight cascading through her squirting cunt, complementing one another in the best and worst of ways.

She didn't know what gave her the power to remain up on her legs instead of flopping onto the floor like a used condom. Perhaps it was the richness of her orgasm. The might of squirts so heavy, so daunting that she felt them roll down her butt and thighs, weighed down by thicker, more consistent drops of pent-up male seed.

"Ah!" A frail wince escaped her the moment his fingers pulled out, leaving her tailhole sore, empty and violently throbbing in the wake of overuse. Now that her orgasm began to wane, discomfort took over, replacing that wicked, alien pleasure that granted her such an unexpectedly strong release.

"Ghh...ahhh...nhhh..." gasps and groans of relief rolled past Brenda's lolling tongue. Her vision was a blurry mess of orgasm-induced tears, the sort she only shed during episodes of near-fainting climax. She still winced now and then whenever he reminded her that his hold over her body continued by thrusting his still rigid spire into her at the cost of splattering juices. Brenda felt his productive orgasm splatter gobs of thick seed over her feet, mixed with the smooth pungency of her own female ejaculation.

"You're quite something..." his arms coiled around her torso to lift her ever so gently against his encroaching muzzle. Warm, almost comforting breaths billowed from his flared nostrils over her smooth skin, followed by tickling licks that befuddled her to no end.

It didn't stop there. The same fingers that almost bruised her throat now glided over it with no ill intentions to cup her jaws and fondle them with the addictive texture of his fingers.

"Squirted four times, yet still able to stand..."

Now that her faculties began to return to her, Brenda willed her genital muscles to firmly clamp around him. She wasn't met with the sharp yelp she expected, but the gruff growl of a male whose ridges retained their tightness, as if ready to start all over after a short recovery period.

"Nah. No more," he pulled his sagging girth out of her. It flopped against his crotch with a wet plap, the sort that put a weak yet defiant smile on her face. Perhaps it was the post-coital haze messing with her head, but she felt strangely empowered by how good she milked him, turning that fearsome assailant into a bleary-eyed beast of a man who was ready to curl and rest right there on the spot.

"You sure? I can--"

He lashed out at her faster than she deemed it possible, inserting himself back into her with the help of a hand. The groan that ensued was not the pleasure-struck variety, but a fake; a cry for help from someone who still tried to maintain appearances.

"I can fuck you the entire night if I want to?" He proved his point by stroking her eager insides with his still prominent ridges and nubs, making Brenda's eyelids flutter at how oddly gratifying it felt to be filled again by the best cock her pussy had ever known . "You'll turn limp and pass out, and I'd still fuck you regardless," said the guy with the noticeably softening cock, the guttural grunts of discomfort indicative of how much he strained to prove his point.

"Shut the fuck up already," Brenda mouthed, pushing against the wall to reinforce her momentum. Then, she violently reared into him, sending him crashing against a cubicle's door and through it, planting him against the same toilet filled with her first orgasm that she didn't have the chance to flush.

This was her chance to fight back. To rip a piece of sharpened wood and stab his rapist cock for what he did to her.

She couldn't bring herself to do it. A single glance at his malehood, and her thighs already shuddered in longing for it. His cum, drooling down her thighs, finally mellowed down her fire, a perfect balm to the incessant itch she could never get rid of on her own.

"How much do you think this was?" She headed for the bulging pocket of his shirt instead, taking the few hundred dollars he held barring a twenty, to pay for gas until the next town. "Dubious consent, heat, choking...I say three hundred fifty is a steal."

"Khah," he chuckled, regarding her with sharp yet lively eyes. "Fair enough. And your number is?"

"Fuck you," Brenda spat on her way to her discarded pants, putting them on regardless of the filthy state of cunt and thighs. Just as she was about to exit the bathroom, she reached into her back pocket, the one where she always kept her number to hand out to one night stands, in case they proved spectacular. She tossed it behind her and left, head spinning, temples pounding, heart racing at the monumentally stupid decision taken in the heat of the moment.

She could barely walk straight from shock mixed with exhaustion, wobbling through the shop under the indifferent gaze of the clerk.

"Do you want me to call the cops? Bathroom wasn't as soundproof as I expected."

"Nah. It's good," she waved him off with a still shaking hand.

"Suit yourself."

That arrogant, rapist maniac...she not only left him off the hook, but tethered herself to the worst kind of male at the height of heat-addled desperation.

And all because of his cock. The one that fucked her wits into another dimension. For a middle-aged woman who had always kept things tame, this wasn't dangerous. It felt thrilling. It was...

Addictive.

***The End***

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