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_ Outcall to Babylon - A Party for Three _

© 2008 "Mayfurr"

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The last glow of a blood-red sunset faded fast above the jagged horizon of the city through the bedroom window, and as the evening darkness descended lights in the adjacent high-rise buildings flickered on in a multitude of colours. Before the dressing table mirror Delilah brushed her long blonde hair, the light-grey mixed breed canine lady intent on her grooming as she ignored the sounds of traffic and evening revellers floating up from the streets below.

She examined herself in the mirror as she continued her brushing, carefully checking for any fault in her appearance. Dressed in a navy-blue ladies suit jacket and skirt, an elegant white cotton blouse with a simple black neck-ribbon, and black high-heeled shoes on her feet, Delilah might have appeared to be simply another middle-aged canine businesswoman working away from home preparing for a night out with some of her colleagues. In reality though, while she certainly considered herself a 'businesswoman', the business she was planning to conduct - that very evening in that very room, in fact - would not be the sort that would be proudly alluded to in any company's shareholder reports.

For Delilah, after all, was a prostitute. A hooker. A "lady of negotiable affection". A whore.

Her eyes occasionally glanced at the clock on the dressing table as she brushed her hair, remembering the phone call from "Harry" - one of her most lucrative regulars - from the previous day. He'd called to arrange an evening session with Delilah for himself and two of his friends, with - as Harry put it - "no holes barred"...

"... In other words, a two-hour private gangbang," Delilah clarified, frowning. She took a draw on her cigarette, blowing smoke carelessly at the receiver's mouthpiece.

"Correct," Harry replied, oblivious to her reaction on the other end of the line, his voice purring like honey in Delilah's ear. "It's a special occasion, and you know I only choose the best. Including you, my dear."

Delilah paused for several moments, thinking. "Okay then," she agreed. "Three of you, two hours each, plus bareback and 'special versatile' service for each of you... That'll be twenty-five hundred. In advance."

Harry chuckled. "You must think I'm made of money, Delilah. Fifteen hundred is more than enough."

"You said you wanted the best, Harry - if you want the best, you'll have to pay for it. I might consider twenty-four hundred, seeing it's you."

"Seventeen hundred. Be reasonable, dear."

"Don't treat me like some cheap streetwalker, you know better than that. I've got expenses too, you know. Twenty-three fifty."

Silence. Then, on the other end of the line, Harry sighed heavily. "Very well Delilah... two thousand, three hundred and fifty it is. I'll deposit it in your account this afternoon."

"Good," Delilah smiled. Despite his bargaining, Harry was still paying well over triple her normal rate for the session - one of the reasons she occasionally consented to these kind of requests. "So it'll be eight o'clock tomorrow evening at the usual apartment. You'll need to tell your friends I'll want to see their health papers as well."

"Very well Delilah, we will be there. My friends and I will look forward to your company and an entertaining evening."

Sighing to herself, Delilah replaced the hairbrush on the dresser and picked up her Blackberry phone - itself a gift from another satisfied regular. A few moments of checking confirmed that she had indeed received her payment and the 'other' paperwork, and with a sigh of relief Delilah switched off the electronic device and placed it back into her purse. Good old Harry, reliable as always.

Delilah smiled approvingly as she continued to study her reflection in the mirror, shifting slightly, savouring the feel of the decidedly non-businesslike lingerie under her cloth moving in sympathy. A pair of sheer black lace stockings held up by a frothy lace suspender-belt, and a pair of black lace crotchless panties with a dainty pink ribbon, were in all probability too daring for most business ladies, but for Delilah's line of 'business' they (and the equally frothy and daring black lace push-up bra) were more than suitable. The 'tart suit', as Delilah liked to call it, was one that was frequently requested by a significant number of her regulars. The elegant sophisticated look filled Delilah with renewed confidence, the act of wearing it feeling much like wearing battle dress for a military mission.

If any of her regular friends knew exactly how she earned her living, they would accuse her of selling her body to strangers. Delilah, however, didn't see it that way - if anyone had been rash enough to press her on that point, she would tartly reply that, compared to the morality of the corporate world, at least her mind was her own while on 'work time', and that as far as she was concerned she was simply providing a service to those who could pay. Besides, she could think of a number of jobs she'd have even less enthusiasm about than fucking punters for cash - and while nowhere near the level of an up-market call-girl, Delilah certainly no drugged-out street-walker either.

She was made of sterner stuff, her eyes wide open to the nature of her work. A realist - and a professional. Her clients paid, and she delivered.

A soft chiming from the apartment intercom alerted Delilah to the arrival of her 'guests', and after buzzing them through to the lobby and lifts she made her final preparations. A last comb of her hair, a last-minute spray of perfume around her ears, neck, wrists and cleavage - and as she replaced the perfume spray on the dressing table a soft knocking sounded at the door.

"Okay then... game on," Delilah whispered to herself, her high heeled shoes click-clacking across the wooden floor of the lounge as she slowly walked towards the door.

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Strong soft hands caressed Delilah's body, stroking her back and shoulders. She sighed with contentment as Harry and his two friends kissed and gently fondled her, softly murmuring compliments in her ear as they reverently explored her body. Delilah leaned hungrily into each kiss, stroking and fondling each male in turn. Her long fingers expertly massaging the swelling bulges in each of their pants.

Delilah moaned softly as inquisitive fingers slipped inside her unbuttoned blouse to caress her breasts. This was her favourite part of a private orgy, she sighed happily. Here she was the centre of attention, the slow burn of lust just beginning with the exquisite promise of wanton debauchery yet to come. Delilah expertly wooed her 'suitors', delivering tastes of delight yet to come, stoking the fires of passion in her clients on her terms and her terms alone. Already the room was filled with the sound of panting and heavy breathing from both Delilah and her clients, and the mutual groping gradually became more and more intimate... by now, at least two hands had slipped under Delilah's skirt and were firmly massaging her rump, fingers slipping under her panties to tease at her slit and tailhole. Delilah's suit jacket had long since fallen to the floor, and her now unbuttoned blouse was rapidly heading the same way as eager muzzles began to tenderly lick and kiss her softly-rounded breasts.

Out of the corner of her eye, Delilah noticed the youngest of Harry's friends hastily removing his clothes, pulling his shirt and trousers off and carelessly dropping them to the floor. Although Harry had introduced them to her, she couldn't recollect who was who, remembering only that this was the third in Harry's party. He - the Saluki male she was watching - appeared to be a young executive-in-training, tall and slim of build with close-cropped mane and long floppy ears, his whip-like tail wagging happily behind him as he eagerly threw himself into the occasion. Delilah got the impression that Three was Harry's latest protegé, being groomed as a high-flyer in his business.

In contrast, Two - the second of Harry's friends - couldn't be more different. The shortest of the trio, Two was obviously the oldest as well as evidenced by the significant number of grey patches of fur in the badger's coat. Stockily built, yet as immaculately groomed as his companions, Two exhibited an air of genial conviviality tinged with a undercurrent of hardened steel. And as for Harry himself... Delilah ground her backside against his hand in lustful anticipation. Ruggedly handsome, suave, and with a devil-may-care glint in his eye, Delilah could easily picture the Belgian Shepherd as a rogue-ish secret agent in a spy movie. The owner of a small, yet (according to Harry) rapidly expanding export business, Harry thought big, talked big - and spent big as well, she smiled, remembering the not-insignificant fee that he had been willing to part with for Delilah's services both now and in the past. As long as some of his largess fell her way, she didn't mind...

Three advanced again on Delilah, pressing his now naked body against her and passionately nuzzling her neck as the other two males slipped her skirt off to finally reveal her lingerie clad body for all to see. As if by some silent command, Harry and Two both knelt on the carpet - Two behind, Harry in front - and began to lick and kiss Delilah's legs and belly, whispering sweet obscenities as they worshipped at her altar. Delilah hungrily kissed Three on the mouth, thrusting her tongue deep inside as her hands roamed all over his body, groping his toned backside and rapidly swelling cock... while at the same time her legs were eased apart by Harry as his long eager tongue began lapping over the folds of her pussy.

My god, Delilah thought happily, It's good to be a goddess!

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"That's it, fuck me hard you gorgeous studs!" Delilah moaned theatrically, panting hard. "Give me all you've got guys, I want it all!

After twenty minutes the session was now in full swing, with all three males in the bedroom completely naked and sporting rock-hard erections as Delilah lay spread-eagled on the bed. Harry had taken first shot at her and was already lustily pounding away between her legs, driving his unprotected shaft into her slick cunt again and again while Two squatted by Delilah's head stroking his short fat cock, his fingers barely able to wrap around his member's impressive girth. Three, meanwhile, lay next to her licking and suckling on each of her well-rounded breasts in turn, the Saluki hungrily teasing each nipple with his tongue and burrowing his snout in her cleavage like there was no tomorrow.

With a lust-filled grin, Delilah greedily took Two's cock between her lips, licking and sucking on the shiny pink tip. Two groaned happily as he watched his erection slip between Delilah's lips into her eager mouth, her warm tongue teasing and tantalising in the hot wetness of her muzzle. He tried desperately to prolong the sensations, to resist the maddening urge to shove his length down Delilah's throat, struggling to prevent his climax - but after a particularly wet and noisy sucking on his cock Two lost the battle, crying out in a mixture of frustration and ecstasy as his fat heavy cock suddenly spewed thick hot cream into Delilah's mouth. Within moments of his climax, Delilah pulled Two's cock from her lips, the badger's twitching shaft erupting cum over the prostitute's face and hair like a geyser as she swallowed noisily, glancing at his companions for their reaction as Two's cum continued to spray over her. Sure enough, within moments of Two's climax another flood of hot semen suddenly poured into Delilah's body as Harry, panting with excitement, lost control and squirted his load deep into her cunt. Three, on the other hand, still looked ready for action...

Reluctantly, Harry pulled out of Delilah, his bare cock slipping from her glistening wet pussy with a soft 'plop' accompanied by rivulets of cum. Within a minute Three had replaced his host between Delilah's legs, stuffing his long erection into her semen-filled cunt as Harry shuffled opposite Two's position by her head, slowly stroking his wet cock directly in front of Delilah's cum-splattered muzzle. Taking her cue, Delilah obediently began sucking and swallowing her benefactor's cock, putting on a show worthy of a porn star as she lapped at his cock-tip and over his balls, teasing him with her tongue and eyes. The musky aroma of Harry's crotch, coupled with the salty taste of his cum and her own vaginal fluids on his shaft, aroused the prostitute in spite of herself, prompting her to take his shaft deeper and deeper into her mouth and down her throat with each stroke. Her breasts jiggled and her body shook as Three lustily pounded into her with a will, his cock grinding against her slickly-lubricated pussy walls as he grunted and whined softly above her.

Two crouched near, stroking his slick and hardening cock as he watched, transfixed by the sight of his companions being simultaneously serviced by Delilah. The old badger whimpered with excitement, scarcely able to take his eyes off the scene in front of him, his hand pumping his thick shaft faster and faster until finally he could take no more... whining softly, he crawled back over to the double-fucked female to masturbate furiously over her writhing body. Delilah glanced at him, pausing her expert oral stimulation of Harry's cock to flash Two a sultry "come-hither" look and lick her lips suggestively. Within moments, Two couldn't contain himself any longer and with a muffled cry shot his load all over Delilah's heaving breasts. Streams of thick hot liquid sprayed over Delilah's chest as Two frantically milked himself - quickly followed by another flood of warm semen erupting inside her cunt as Three lost control and shoved his cock hard up inside. A few seconds later Delilah climaxed as well, her cunt squeezing and milking the Saluki's spurting cock as her whole body heaved in ecstasy, her cries of excitement muffled by Harry's pulsating member still stuffed down her throat...

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Rivulets of sweat mingled with drips and dribbles of semen as Delilah rode Two's cock with a will, straddling the badger's hips and grinding her crotch against his as Harry simultaneously French-kissed her on the mouth while Three's fingers and tongue flicked over her rump and teased her tailhole. The prostitute slammed herself into Two again and again, driving his cock right up inside her, his massive girth stretching her cunt wide as she struggled to accommodate him. The smartly-dressed sophisticated lady that Delilah had started the session as had long since disappeared, replaced by a semen-stained writhing harlot that panted and groaned heavily with each repeated penetration of her body. Delilah squirmed lustily, plunging her tongue deep into Harry's mouth, revelling in the sheer wantoness of their shared depravity, eagerly accepting her client's attentions. In a way, it was strongly liberating - the collective shedding of societal restraints and wildly abandoning oneself to raw desires of lust - and by now Delilah was as worked up into the scene as any of her clients.

Strong masculine hands roughly groped Delilah, fingers smearing sweat and cum over her fur as they pulled and fondled her soft willing flesh. Over an hour had now passed since the session had begun, and with barely any letup in the frenzy of sex both Delilah and her clients were pushing their endurance to the limit. Everyone had lost count of how many climaxes they had experienced, how many times the males had sampled Delilah's pussy and mouth, or how many loads of semen had been squirted on or in Delilah's body - but in the madness of the rut, all that mattered was the next orgasm, and the next, and the next...

"Oh god Delilah, you're so hot!" Harry growled between kisses, roughly massaging her breasts and nipples. "So hard... you've got me so hard again, oh fuck..."

"Oh yeah Harry, oh yeah..." Delilah groaned thickly, whimpering with each thrust of Two's cock into her overstretched pussy. "You wanna fuck me in the ass now, huh? You wanna fuck me in the ass?"

"God yeah... oh fuck yeah, wanna fuck your gorgeous ass -"

"Oooh yeah baby, wanna feel that big fat prick of yours up my bum... so hot, so tight..."

"Ohhhh fuuuuck - ohhhhh Delilah!" Harry moaned, breaking the kiss and grabbing a condom from the bedside table, tearing at the packet with his teeth before frantically rolling the latex sheath over his long thick shaft. "I gotta do it love, wanna fuck your arse so bad!"

"That's it, put it in me! Stuff it inside me!" Delilah whimpered needfully, shoving herself against Two's crotch and hiking her tail high to expose her backdoor to him. "Shove your cock in my ass lover, stuff your prick in my bum - fill me up lover, fuck me!"

Groaning with anticipation, Harry eased Two out of the way as he positioned himself behind Delilah, lifting her tail even higher before planting the tip of his shaft against her lubricated anus. Then, panting with excitement, the Belgian Shepherd gripped his cock with one hand and began to stuff his rock-hard shaft into Delilah's back passage, her anal ring slowly but inevitably surrendering to the merciless pressure of Harry's maleness. Delilah winced as her sphincter was forcibly stretched wider and wider, crying out softly and gripping the sheets while more and more of Harry's length invaded her tailhole. With Three's cock already buried inside her pussy she could do little to resist the swelling anal invader even if she wanted to, as with each passing second Delilah became more and more intimately pinned between the two males.

"Oh god yes..." Delilah managed to moan theatrically, shuddering as inch after inch of Harry's shaft disappeared into her backside, revelling in the sensation of her body straining and battling to accommodate it as she ground her hips against both of the males taking her. Suddenly she found herself being hungrily french-kissed by Two, the badger positioning himself over Three's face to hungrily kiss the startled prostitute firmly on the mouth. Taken aback, Delilah could do little to respond to Two's sudden outburst, only belatedly remembering with a brief moment of disgust where exactly Two's tongue had recently been licking - but remembering also that by now Two could taste something of the multiple loads of semen that he and his companions had squirted into her mouth over the last hour. Looking down, Delilah noticed Three stroking Two's fat cock as it hung over his face...

"Oh god Delilah..." Harry whined behind her, watching incredulously as the last of his shaft slowly slipped between Delilah's rump-cheeks into her arse. "So tight, so hot... oh god baby that feels so good!"

"Bloody hell, I've got both of you in there now," Delilah panted through Two's kisses. "I can feel you both in there... moving inside me..."

"Oh fuck..." Three moaned, slowly thrusting his cock in and out of Delilah's slick hot cunt. "Oh fuck... my god Harry, I can feel your dick inside her!"

"Can you feel each other in there too? Both of you up inside me? Can you? Can you?"

"Goddamn..." Harry gasped. "Damn me, she's right - I can feel him inside you babe, oh god, oh g-g-g-god..."

"Holy shit boys, you've filled me up!" Delilah gasped, watching Two pull away from his kiss. "So much cock inside me... want you all..." As if in confirmation of her thoughts, Two raised himself up so that his crotch was level with Delilah's muzzle, his erection bobbing comically in front of her face. Without a moment's hesitation she took hold of his fat cock, opened her mouth wide and began to take his massive member between her lips, noisily licking and sucking his shaft as it slid into her muzzle.

"She's taking my cock too, guys," Two moaned, struggling to contain himself as his shaft slowly disappeared inside Delilah's mouth. "S-she's swallowed my cock..." His eyes widened. "Oh man... she's doing it, she's really doing it - she's taking us all at once!"

Delilah listened to the groans of incredulity and disbelief with proud amusement as she continued to fuck and suck all three males simultaneously, her arse, pussy and mouth alternately emptied and filled with hot hard cock-flesh again and again. Of course she could take them all at the same time, she was a goddess of sex after all... they were worshipping at her altar of lust and she was exacting her rightful tribute. With each squirming moment Delilah could feel her lovers stir deep inside her, the erections in her arse and cunt bumping and rubbing against each other separated only by the thin flesh of her inner walls. She gasped for breath, her jaws and anus stretched wide by Harry and Two, grunting heavily as Three's cock repeatedly slammed deep inside her cunt to bang against the entrance to her womb. Filled and dominated by cock in all her holes, Delilah shoved herself hard against Harry and Three, being rewarded within moments by ragged cries of release and streams of thick hot cum flooding into her cunt and bowels...

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Clouds of steam billowed out from the en-suite bathroom as Harry, Two and Delilah lay on the bed together, the prostitute sandwiched between the two males as she lightly stroked their chests with her fingers. The two hours of the session were nearly up, the frantic sexual activity having slowly dwindled to a weary mutual fondling some time before. Surprisingly, it was the younger Three that was the first of the trio to finally give up the chase, Delilah noted with some small relief. In contrast to his older -and more experienced - companions, Three had foregone pacing himself in favour of fucking her in as many ways as possible as fast as he could, only to collapse in exhaustion on Delilah's back as he tried to cum in her arse for a second time. His companions had laughed at that, pulling him off the startled prostitute and settling him onto the floor before they resumed their sexual conquest...

Three emerged from the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. At the sight of his companion Harry reluctantly disengaged himself from Delilah's arms and climbed out of bed, slowly kissing her on the mouth before entering the bathroom. As Three proceeded to dress himself, Delilah continued caressing Two's chest and crotch, remembering that unlike his younger companion Two had kept pace with her for nearly the full two hours, climaxing on several occasions both inside and over top of her cum-splattered body. Delilah could still feel twinges of pain from her tailhole from the first time Two had fucked her rump - looking at his softening but still impressive cock, Delilah was amazed that she had been able to accommodate the old badger's massive member all the way inside her arse. Despite her tailhole being generously lubricated by thick streams of cum from Harry and Three, it had been only with tremendous difficulty that Two had managed to overcome Delilah's resisting body to finally drive his massive cock into her back passage, his immense girth painfully stretching and straining her sphincter almost to the limit as it clamped around his thrusting shaft like a vice. Like the others, Two had relished squirting load after load of hot sticky cream up inside Delilah's quivering backside, filling her with his seed from all ends.

And as for Harry - despite having the least impressive equipment between his legs of the trio, the Belgian Shepherd had nevertheless managed to perform with no small amount of skill. He too had licked, kissed and fucked Delilah every which way in the last two hours, sampling all her orifices at least twice each, and alternately filling and showering the prostitute with copious quantities of semen, finishing by jerking himself off all over her heaving tits while she resignedly bore down on Two's engorged member between her legs. God knows how both of them were able to keep it up for so long, she thought.

Delilah wearily rose from the bed, legs and jaws aching with fatigue. Splashes and dribbles of fresh and drying semen covered her from head to foot, the thick slimy fluid matting and staining her fur from her muzzle to her muzzle to her thighs with the occasional dollop of t cream in her hair adding to her unkempt appearance. As she she swung her feet and legs over the side of the bed to stand up, rivulets of thick white fluid leaked from her red-raw crotch and tailhole onto her thighs and on the bedsheets, her nostrils filled with the stink of body odour and stale semen as she picked her way across the floor towards the bathroom. Giving the emerging Harry a quick affectionate peck on the cheek, Delilah entered the still-running shower and quickly stripped off her torn and cum-soaked stockings and stained suspenders.

Under the powerful jets of hot water, the previous two hours already seemed like a distant memory as Delilah lathered and scrubbed herself furiously, applying copious quantities of body shampoo as she struggled to remove the stains and accumulated gunk of the aftermath of the session from her body. She couldn't remember how many times she or her clients had cum, only that the floods of cream inside her body and the showers of semen over her seemed to go on forever... She gingerly washed around her abused pussy and rump, stifling whimpers of pain as she cleaned off the accumulated filth from the session, reaching for the prepositioned bottle of mouthwash and repeatedly rinsing her mouth out again and again to remove the foul taste of her client's fluids from her mouth.

Eventually, having washed and rinsed herself off to her satisfaction, Delilah stepped out of the shower, drying herself off with the largest thickest towel she could find. Then pausing only long enough to brush her fur and consign her 'working clothes' to a laundry bag, she donned a thick white towelling bathrobe and returned to the main room where her clients were ready to depart.

"Thank you for a lovely time, my dear," Harry smiled, as Delilah kissed him on the cheek. "We must do this again sometime."

"Indeed Harry," Delilah smiled wanly, struggling to conceal her weariness. "You'll let me know, eh?"

Three mumbled apologetically, still in a daze from the evening's entertainment, stammering with embarrassment as Delilah embraced him. "Never mind sweetie," she chuckled as he blushed profusely, "I think you did well, considering."

When it came to his turn, Two wrapped his arms around Delilah in an enthusiastic embrace. "I really enjoyed myself tonight, Miss Delilah," he grinned, placing something hard in her hand as he released her. "A little something for you in appreciation. Hope you like it!"

Delilah carefully scrutinised the badger's face, and satisfied he was serious, smiled warmly. "Why, thank you. I'm glad you had a good time."

After closing the door behind Harry as the trio departed, Delilah sighed with relief and wearily returned to the sofa and coffee table, pausing to examine the object Two had placed in her hand. Wrapped around a wad of banknotes was a page of hotel notepaper with a phone number and a handwritten message - "Would love to see you again - call me. Ian."

Hmmm. Delilah counted out the banknotes onto the table, nodding with satisfaction at the pile of cash before her before rolling the notes up again and placing them into her patent leather purse. Twenty-one hundred and fifty dollars, plus a two hundred tip, for a couple of hours work - not a bad effort, considering! God knows I've earned it though, what with taking all those cocks and that cum at once. She eased herself carefully down into the armchair and instinctively reached into her handbag for a cigarette, hastily remembering the apartment building's "no smoking" policy just in time. Delilah instead poured herself a glass of wine and leaned back in the chair, her bathrobe falling open as she stared out through the window at the night and contemplated the world outside.

Delilah sighed again, this time with satisfaction. No more appointments for the evening, and the rest of the night was hers. She wondered what she might do with it.

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