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Oral Pleasures

Rook steps out of his car and inhales the warm air. It's another beautiful Friday evening in Bellingham, Washington, and receiving some sort of pleasure is a good way to end the week. He looks around the parking lot. The place seems rather busy, and it's only six thirty. There must be a lot of horny guys looking for some action and/or they want to get away from their wives and girlfriends. Rook licks his lips. Having the ability to do what he pleases without having to explain himself to somebody is one reason why he prefers to stay single. He fixes his shirt, takes another deep breath and enters the brothel.

Within seconds heads turn in his direction, as they should. Rook knows he's a sight to see. His arms and legs are massive with muscle, and he has a rather large stomach, which is common with African elephants. What isn't common is his height. The average height of his species is between eleven to thirteen feet, but in his case he's a couple of inches shy of hitting sixteen. His trunk is close to being six feet long, and he has no problem using it to grab whatever he wants. It pleases Rook to know the brothel made some changes to their business to accommodate somebody of his size.

The twenty-six year old elephant sits at the bar, and orders a beer. The bartender gives him a large mug and his own bowl of honey roasted almonds. Rook looks around with his eyes. The other patrons seem to be going back to what they were doing before he arrived. He dumps the contents of the bowl into his mouth, chugs his beer and motions for another round of each. Rook digs into his pocket and pulls out a hundred by the time the bartender returns with his order.

"Here," Rook hands over the bill. "There's an empty room. Find me your smallest toy for me to play with."

"Yes, I'll be back," the bartender sticks the money into his pocket. "Be back before you finish your drink."

"Doubt it, bear," Rook thinks while eating some nuts.

To his surprise it comes true. Rook's only half way done with his drink when he returns with a scrawny and short coyote named Ozy. The elephant size up his candy. The canine has to be less than six feet tall. It's more than perfect. He hands the bear a hundred dollar tip, and motions for the coyote to lead the way. Rook sits on an arm chair made just for him, and waits for his plaything to close and lock the door.

"Strip you," Rook said.

"Pardon?"

"You deaf or new? I paid for your service, and you're going to strip. Understand?"

Ozy gulps and nods. Pissing off somebody so huge is something he shouldn't do. The canine struggles to calm down, and knows why he can't: the elephant is massive. He dealt with some big customers throughout the months, but nobody this big. The coyote drops his last article of clothing.

"Very nice," Rook said. "You'll do nicely."

"Thanks-"

"Quiet. You toys don't speak. Now, stand closer to me."

Ozy holds his breath as he does what the elephant wants. He looks up. His heart races. Being in this position doesn't help him relax. It only makes things worse. Just the sheer size of the elephant is overwhelming. He looks down when the customer's trunk grabs a clump of fur and forces him to turn around.

Rook wraps his trunk around the coyote's chest and picks him up with ease. The canine grabs it without having to be told. The African elephant leans back and holds the canine above his mouth.

"Listen. Don't struggle or you'll make things worse for you, and keep them feet together," Rook said. "And don't lose your grip if you don't want a full tour."

Ozy isn't sure what the elephant means until a puff of warm air rises up his legs, and his feet glide across something soft and moist. The coyote folds back his ears. How is he to stay calm when somebody's devouring him? And to makes things worse there's nothing he can do. He shivers as the elephant's tongue rubs against his testicles and sheath.

The coyote squirms in pleasure while the elephant pulls him in and out of his throat. The warm and slick muscle that engulfs him makes the experience horrifyingly terrific. He pays little attention to the trunk grabbing his hands, let alone his waist gliding deeper in the elephant's throat. Ozy growls through his teeth and thrusts his hips when he climaxes. Maybe having somebody play with him like this isn't too bad, not with the orgasm he just had.

Rook ignores the salty taste running down his throat. That always happens whenever he gives himself this sort of pleasure. The elephant pushes the coyote deeper into his throat, pulls him out and pushes him back in. He grabs the canine's hands with the tip of his trunk, and uses his tongue to hold him in place. Rook closes his mouth and moans. Providing the brothel continues to small canines, he'll keep giving them his business. The African elephant chuckles. Does the coyote think he can climb out of his throat? Hopeless. Rook stands and unfastens his belt.

One of his greatest moments in life turns into the worst nightmare in a matter of seconds. It's bad enough the elephant has to push him against the roof of his mouth with his tongue, but watching him close his mouth becomes too much. Ozy gulps and looks around with his eyes. There's a strong chance he could be having his first panic attack. He tries to pull his legs out of the customer's throat, but the esophagus is too slick. The best he can do is hold on to the elephant's trunk for dear life. The jaws part ways after what seems like a lifetime.

Rook unbuttons his shirt and leans back in the chair. He sucks on the coyote while pulling him out of his mouth, and smacks his lips. Maybe it's because of what he ate not too long ago, but the coyote's taste reminds him of almonds and honey. He'll look into it a little more if the taste doesn't leave his mine, but right now there's other matters his toy needs to take care of. He places the coyote on his belly.

"You see it and now massage it," Rook said.

Ozy shakes drool off of his head and open his eyes. They don't sting. The coyote drops his jaw when he sees the customer's penis. It towers over him, and with him being on his stomach doesn't surprise him one bit. He kneels beside it and proceeds with his next duty. Ozy pretends not to notice the elephant drumming his fingers on his thighs. Sometime later a strong, musky scent engulfs his nose, and regardless of how hard he fights it, he can't get it off of his mind. He remembers some of the male workers talk about the musk elephants gives off when they're aroused, but to smell it first hand is a different experience.

Rook smacks and licks his lips. The taste has yet to leave his mouth. He watches the coyote work on his erection. He'd wait for the canine to finish, but there are more important matters to deal with. The elephant wraps his trunk around the toy's waist, pulls him away and aims his head towards his mouth.

Ozy stares off into space. Inhaling all of that musk has done a better job of getting him high than snorting a couple of lines. The coyote finds himself looking at the back of the elephant's mouth and smiles lazily. This time around he wants in. Ozy grabs the customer's tongue, and pulls himself inside. He inhales the warm breath as the jaws close around him. To his surprise the scent helps clear his mind. Ozy stays limp when his head and chest glides into the elephant's esophagus.

The elephant wraps his trunk around the coyote's ankles, and goes to work giving himself another round of oral pleasure. Rook rubs his tongue against his body and moans happily. Not quite like almonds and honey, but still rather tasty. Two gulps send two-thirds of the canine's body down his throat. The elephant thinks about pulling the toy out, but figures it wouldn't hurt to please his stomach. Rook pushes the coyote's feet into his mouth and sends them down his throat. He looks at his erection.

"I'll deal with it later," Rook mumbles while buttoning up his shirt.

Ozy knew somebody was bound to devour him whole, he just didn't think it would be an elephant. On top of that he finds gliding down a muscular tube to be rather soothing. The coyote whines when his body squeezes through a tight ring. Just like with everything else in life, all good things must come to an end. The canine does what he can to become comfortable in a place full of beer and nuts. It's no shocker to see an elephant so big with a rather spacious stomach. Shame there's no way for him to thank his customer. Thanks to him, he'll no longer have to use his body to make a living.

Rook adjusts his pants, gathers the coyote's clothes and leaves the room. There's no ounce of guilt on his conscience, and knows it'll never happen. Somebody of his size needs big meals, and those who he can stuff down his throat are fair game. He hands the bartender the coyote's clothes and another hundred.

"For aid in finding another toy," Rook said.

"It'll be put to good use I assure you," the bear said. "When shall I expect you again?"

"Hm, this weekend."

"A'ight, until then, and I'll make sure to save someone just for you."

The bear tosses the articles of clothing into a tub. Another server gone and soon to be forgotten. The bartender crosses out Ozy's name and goes back to serving drinks. It's business as usual at the brothel.

Rook cleans his mess and prepares for bed. He looks at his stomach through a mirror on his dresser. Either it's working hard to digest his meal, or the coyote is still alive. The elephant shrugs. There's nothing new with his toys being alive hours after sending them to his stomach. He turns off the light and crawls into bed. That won't be the case by morning.

The elephant grabs the newspaper and heads into the bathroom an hour after eating breakfast. At least devouring somebody doesn't ruin his morning ritual. Rook flips through the pages. None of the articles interest him. He stands up twenty minutes later, and studies what's in the bowl as he washes his hands. Floating in the water is what's left of the coyote. Rook flushes it and leaves. He hopes his next toy has the same taste as the canine.