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I looked up at him, one paw on his fat black-skinned cock. It throbbed in my paw, warm, pulsing, oozing clear pre over my fingers as I slid my wrist up and down. I went slow, teasing him, listening for those little moans and purrs I like to hear.

The tiger's moan dropped into a growl of anticipation when I slid my smooth paw back down, wrapping my hand around the base as best I could. He was too thick to get a paw properly around. I pressed my other paw against his swollen testicles, cupping them from underneath. They more than filled my fingers and I groaned with appreciation.

The tiger's tail tip flipped up and over my shoulder as his fingers slipped through my hair. One of his fingers dipped down and a claw tickled my short red shoulder fur. He slipped his finger under the strap of my bra and pulled it to the side, over my bicep.

"Fuck, I still can't believe you ain't a girl."

The tiger's beer-soaked breath washed over the top of my head as his cock jerked in my paw. I tightened my grip around the base and leaned forward. Inside the tight pink panties wrapped around my hips, my cock ached - but that would wait. Right now, I had almost ten inches of steel-hard tiger cock to deal with.

I pursed my gloss-covered lips and grinned up at him as I leaned forward, rubbing his cockhead into my cheek. I could feel the smooth, fleshy barbs on his upper shaft as I closed my eyes, inhaling his strong, masculine musk - in addition to the oil on his pelt and clothes, currently tossed on the floor nearby. His ancient wooden office chair creaked as he leaned back, legs spreading. The small office reeked of gas and oil and metal, like the rest of the auto repair shop.

"Get suckin' already... you know you want it," the tiger growled, cock flexing in my paws again.

I shuddered and opened my eyes to look up at him. I did want it. Every inch. Its heat made me want to suck it for hours and hours. His gut rose and fell as he took in deep, excited breaths. His fingers tightened in my long red hair, securely holding me by the ear as I opened my muzzle and dipped forward. Stray hairs fell around my muzzle as I took the fat tip over my tongue, spending a few moments washing it down, tasting his salty pre-cum.

"Fuck..."

I took a breath through my nose, relishing the dirt and oil in the air, the tiger's heady scent, and pushed down over his length. My throat tightened automatically as the tip hit the back of my throat. My cheeks bulged - he was thick as hell. His claws pricked my ears as I worked down lower, taking another inch into my aching throat.

I had to pull back and his grip relaxed. I took another breath, quickly, and went down again, working my throat over his cock, getting it nice and loose for him. He grunted as I swallowed his tip again, trying to throat him as best I could. His thickness was proving a challenge more so than his length as I forced another fat inch down my gullet. I almost gagged but resisted the urge to pull back as my nose quivered an inch away from his musk-drenched crotch.

I pulled off again, took a ragged breath with his cock still half-in my muzzle, and shoved back down. I didn't stop this time, determined to take it all. He helped - his fingers squeezed my ears tightly, pulling and pushing me down, until the sweaty, stinky hairs in his crotch tickled the inside of my nose.

"Aw, fuck yeah," I heard him gasp. "Best fucking muzzle I've had..."

His paws held me in place as his hips jerked, grinding his cock around in my throat. The chair creaked every time he moved, every time he lurched upwards, jamming his dick deep. My chest burned and I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting my gag reflex. I pulled back and at first he didn't let me - he got one more thrust in before letting me come up for air.

I pulled off his cock with a gasp. Strands of pre-cum dangled from my lips, dripped down my chin and mixed with saliva, staining the pink of the bra half-covering my flat chest. The tiger growled as his cock flopped up over his hard belly, drooling pre-cum down it's vascular length.

I took a few breaths, head down, his paws still holding my head, before grabbing his cock with both paws and pulling it back away from his belly. Without wasting time, I pushed down around the slightly-curved length again, taking it easier this time. His paws tightened as before, but when I tried to bob, he let me - then when he realized how deep I could take him, he made me.

His claws pricked me again as they slid out a little bit. His grip shifted, one paw on the back of my head, the other on the side of my face. He forced me down, not bothering to thrust this time, and pulled back, lifting my head off. His tip popped in and out of the back of my throat half a dozen times or more. He wasn't fast, but steady. His strong paws gripped me tight, refusing to let go as he used my muzzle like any other tool in his shop.

My eyes watered and I grabbed his thighs, trying to pull away as the need for fresh air made my bushy tail push straight out over the top of my panties. My vision turned red and my chest burned again before he let me go. I pushed off with a gag and leaned into his leg, coughing uncontrollably. His cock slapped back up against his belly as I hung onto his knee, both arms wrapped around it.

The tiger grunted as he stood up. I looked up, still coughing. I could feel my airbrushed make-up running around my eyes as tears streamed down my face - his cock was fucking huge, it hurt, it was rough, but I still loved every inch.

The black behemoth bobbed in the air in front of my face and I tipped my head back, ready to go down again, but the tiger's paw grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and lifted me onto my feet. Before I knew it, he'd flipped me around and shoved me up against his metal desk. The old CRT monitor wobbled back and forth as his paws shifted, one on my back between my shoulder blades, the other ripping down my panties.

I had to jump as he leaned over me, arm lowering to get my panties off my ankles. He shifted his arm, wrapping it around my chest, and pulled me back into his belly and chest. My hips stuck out, my five-inch cock throbbing and bouncing in the air, as his fist closed around one cup of my flat bra, squeezing my chest like I was a vixen. His fist came into view, clutching my panties, and it headed straight for my muzzle.

My groan was muted when he stuffed the panties into my cum- and saliva-stained muzzle. I gagged on the silk for a second but he didn't seem to care as both of his paws went to my hips. His fat cock ground through my rump cheeks vertically, spreading them apart, smearing his pre-cum over my hole. I arched my back, hips grinding back against him.

The deal had been for just a blow job, but there was no way I could stop him from doing whatever he wanted to me. The thought made me even hotter and I whined through my improvised gag as his fingers dug into my hips, squeezing my pelt as he bounced my ass backwards against his cock.

I heard him spit, then felt fingers under my tail.

"Had to do this last time I fucked a girl in the ass," he said. "Figure it'll work with you, too."

Two thick fingers pushed inside me and I writhed away, unable to stop myself. My thighs hit the edge of the computer desk, stopping me, and he wrapped his arm around my lower chest, pulling me back. His fingers were barely lubed, covered in just saliva, and he worked them in mercilessly. I groaned through the gag as he went in deeper before pulling back, pushing in again, working my ass open. Soon enough I was grinding back against his fingers; he took that as his cue.

"Bet you're a tight little fucker..."

His words were soft, to himself more than me, as I felt the fat tip of his cock slide under my tail. He nudged forward, making sure he was lined up, and shifted both paws to my hips again, holding me tight and steady as he ground forward.

His pre-cum helped as he pushed in. The tip was the worst; I whined loudly through my gag before that popped in. The thick shaft, covered in small, fleshy, triangular barbs throbbed as it went deep. He didn't quite hilt in his first thrust, though.

He went balls deep on the second.

I thought I'd split open as he hauled me backwards onto his cock. My ass met his thighs with an audible smack and as I bounced off, he dragged me forward, pulling more than half of his magnificent length out. A second later and he was grinding right back in, deeper than before, until his sheath hit my tight ring.

My knot hurt by this point, but my fingers had found his paws and wouldn't let go. He drove himself into me, again and again, before leaning forward and shoving me down over his desk. The steel edge dug into my belly and my face ended up on the keyboard; the computer whirred to life, awoken from sleep, and started beeping - his paw was on the back of my head, holding my cheek to the keys, keeping them depressed. I felt him drag his other paw flat down my back before lifting away.

When he dropped his paw on the side of my ass, I jumped. I clenched. I whined so loud I thought the gag was going to fly out of my mouth. I bit down on the cloth as he slapped my ass again, each time thrusting in hard.

"Woo! Fuck, you're tight as a god damned virgin!" he whooped. "Shit, I ain't gonna last long... ooh, fuck..."

As he spoke, his paw grabbed my thigh and he leaned over me, his heavy gut in the small of my back, his beery breath on my ears, making them flick. His thrusts grew quicker and shorter and he widened his stance, enabling his heavy balls to slap against my ass each time.

I whined again, uncontrollably, claws raking down the top of the desk to either side of the keyboard. I pushed back into him and whined again, the sounds forced out of my abused muzzle by the power and intensity of his fucking.

An arm wrapped around my chest and he stood, pulling me up with him. My back curled over his belly and chest as he fucked me into the air - my toes lifted off several times as he tried to breed me deeper and deeper. His breath was all I could hear, his constant growls, his high-pitched moans.

One of his paws groped my chest, massaging my non-existent tits roughly, going under the bra I wore. His other paw reached down my front, freezing when his fingers brushed over my erection.

"Fuck, forgot you weren't a vixen again," he growled. "Screw it. I'm about to cum anyways - may as well be both of us."

His paw wrapped around my much smaller cock and squeezed. I tipped my head back and yipped, nearly choking on the panties he'd stuff in my mouth, when his fingers hooked to either side of my knot and squeezed, pulling it away from my body at the same time. I clenched harder than ever around his fat prick and came all over his palm.

He didn't stop squeezing my poor knot as he let out a deep growl and humped forward viciously, grinding in deep and holding himself there. I felt a flood of hot cum a moment later and sat back on his cock, sighing with relief as the pleasure and pain of such a thick shaft mixed together.

He squeezed me tightly, my cock and my chest, his strong arms so much bigger than mine. I leaned back into him, groaning and twitching, luxuriating in his scent and power. I hadn't been fucked like that in too long.

His paw lifted from my cock, now half-hard. A small load of white ran down his pads as he lifted it up and wiped it down my chest, leaving a streak of wet fur. His broad tongue ran up the back of my neck - the only sign of affection he'd shown the whole time.

"Thanks for the fuck," he said after a few more minutes. "I'll have your car fixed by lunch."

His massive cock slithered out of my tight hole, making me clench and groan as a void appeared where his warm length had been. I leaned forward on the table, knees shaking. I heard the tiger dressing and looked over my shoulder as cum ran down the inside of my thighs. He was already pulling up his dirty, stained gray sweatpants, but he hadn't bothered with underwear and the wet length of his cock created a dark spot on his crotch.

I watched as he opened the door to the small office into the main repair area - I could see my car siting on the lift.

As he held the door open, the stink of metal and oil rushed in, mixing with his reeking, masculine musk. He looked at me and shook his head.

"Fuck. Best fuck I've had, not a girl. Shit." He caught my eyes with his and dropped his muzzle into a broad grin. "You still owe me that blow job. Blow job means I shoot in your mouth, not your ass. Don't worry, you can pay in installments."

I shuddered and spit out my wadded up panties as the door closed. I wouldn't be able to sit for a week.

But I had found a new mechanic whose rates were more than fair.