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I watch with wide eyes, the blood rushing in my ears, as Clyde slowly unties the belt of his robe. He turns away as the robe falls open, before I can catch a glimpse of his cock. I've had horses before - I know what to expect, but it's like he's teasing me. He slides the robe back off his broad, muscular shoulders, his coat like black satin. It slips down his back, over the silk plume of his tail, revealing the finest ass I've ever seen. To be fair, I usually don't pay much attention to what my client's ass looks like, but I've watched my fair share of porn, and he puts the best of them to shame.

He tosses the robe aside and looks back over his shoulder at me before slowly turning around, his hands on his hips as he stands before me on full display. His cock is as black as he is, an ebony rod as long as my forearm and as big around as my wrist, and he's not even hard yet! I suppose he's not completely soft, either - his cock swings back and forth as he walks from one corner of the bed to the other and begins fastening the Velcro straps around my ankles. As he tightens the straps and takes up the slack, rendering me helpless and immobile, I can't help but struggle a little, my gaze fixed on his cock as I try not to think about how it's going to feel to have that monster in my ass.

Clyde stands at the foot of the bed, watching me squirm, and his massive cock jerks as it swells, trying to rise. I imagine it can't be easy to get something that big up. He doesn't seem to be worried about managing, though. After watching me for another minute, he walks over to the bureau in the corner and opens the top drawer, taking out a box of condoms and a bottle of lube. He tosses the condoms onto the bed between my legs and pops the cap off the bottle. I swallow hard and take a bracing breath. I can do this. For ten thousand dollars, I can do this.

"Just relax," Clyde says, kneeling on the foot of the bed. He squirts lube all over one finger and rubs the cool, slippery gel against my opening before pushing inside. I gasp and struggle not to tense up. His fucking finger feels bigger than most of the guys I've had. To be fair, they've mostly been rabbits and weasels and raccoons, and there's a reason why no one says, 'Hung like a raccoon', but still. I moan and rock my hips, the only amount of movement he's allowed me, as he works his finger in and out of my body, my stiff cock bobbing up and down over my belly.

"Easy there," Clyde murmurs, reaching out to run his free hand through my fur, caressing the insides of my thighs and up over my stomach. "We've got a long way to go, so don't get yourself too worked up." He fingers me until I'm loose, then pulls out, applies more lube and slides two fingers back in. I bite my lower lip, unable to keep from clenching around him, and my hole burns with a dull ache. Oh, boy - isn't this going to be fun?

"Keep breathing," he suggests, and to his credit he moves slowly as he pushes his fingers deep inside me. I feel his knuckles brush against my prostate and my cock twitches. Even with the discomfort, a few hard thrusts against my sweet spot and I'd be done for. He's careful not to press against it too much, just enough to make me squirm. I don't know if that's intentional or not, but every time I struggle, I think he gets a little harder. His cock is standing almost straight up against his stomach, the flat, flared head glistening with drops of precum.

I'm panting and sweaty when he withdraws again and I moan as he adds even more lube to his fingers. I suppose you can't have too much lube in a situation like this. I bear down against that same dull pain as he eases a third finger in. My breath comes in short gasps, my fists clenched and I can't help but fight against the restraints, the need to move almost unbearable. I'm not sure if I want to pull away from him, or fuck myself on his thick fingers, but it's a moot point since I can't do much more than wiggle my hips and arch my back.

Filling me with his fingers, clear up to the third knuckle, he leans down and nuzzles my balls, drawing a helpless moan from my lips. "Is it too much?" Clyde asks, his breath warm on my nuts. "Do you want me to stop?" I'm so startled, for a moment I don't even know what to say.

"Would you?" I gasp.

He lifts his head and regards me with those dark, kind, hungry eyes. I didn't know it was possible to be that filled with lust, and still gentle. "Of course I would, if you wanted me to. Money doesn't buy the right to hurt you."

That's what he thinks. Money can buy anything. I force myself to take a bracing breath. "I'm fine," I say. "You don't have to stop."

"Are you sure?" he asks, rotating his fingers inside me and forcing a desperate whimper from my lips. I'm so full and he keeps touching that place that makes me whole body crackle on the inside. "Next will be my cock."

"I can take it," I say bravely, but really, I'm not sure. He could split me wide open. Would ten thousand cover the doctor bills? Would Carson let me stay in the apartment even if I couldn't work? My thoughts are interrupted as he begins to fuck me slowly with his fingers, working them in and out, each deep thrust making me gasp and my cock jerk. Strings of precum dangle from the tip, bedaubing my fur and clinging to my piercing. I hope he lets me shower when we're done.

Clyde glances over his shoulder and appears to be looking at something. He turns back to me and removes his fingers, wiping his hands on his robe before picking up the box of condoms.

"What were you looking at?" I ask as he tears open the foil packet.

"Just checking the time," he says. I watch him roll the rubber down over his cock and apply even more lube to the latex.

"How much is left?"

"About twenty minutes," he says. My jaw drops.

"We've been here for almost three hours already?" I'd have sworn we'd only been at it for a little over one.

He gives me a crooked smile. "Time flies when you're having fun." He climbs onto the bed between my spread legs, then reaches back to the bedposts and lets some slack in the restraints. "Lift your hips," he says, grabbing a pillow and shoving it under my tail, raising my ass to a more comfortable level. I lick dry lips as he inches closer, one hand stroking his monster cock as he lines up with my waiting hole.

Don't scream; don't cry, I tell myself, taking deliberate breaths. Relax. Relax or he's gonna rip you in half. That sort of thinking doesn't make it any easier to relax.

"It's okay, Violet," he says quietly, returning to stroking my silky thighs as he rubs his cockhead against my slick pucker. "I've done this many times, with guys no bigger than you are. It'll hurt a little, but that won't last. Just remember to breathe and push against me. It'll make things easier, I promise."

I nod wordlessly, drawing a sharp breath as he presses against my hole, the loosened muscles stretching to allow him in, but I can only stretch so far. The hot ache turns to a cold pain that makes me clench, but that only makes it worse. I squeeze my eyes shut, biting my lip until I taste blood. I can't do this, I can't do this-

He stops. He doesn't pull back, but he doesn't try to go any deeper, either. "Just breathe, Violet," Clyde says, his hand closing over my cock and making me whimper. I try not to squirm as he strokes me, but my cock aches, my normally pink shaft flushed a dark, needy red. I draw a loud, shuddering breath and moan, gathering what little strength I have left and pushing against him. He rubs the slippery tip of my cock between his fingers, drawing a strangled sound from my lips I fight not to cum, and uses the distraction to push himself past my opening. I feel the head of his cock breach my hole with a pop that I can feel all through my body. The resistance is suddenly gone. The pain takes a while longer to fade, but vanishes as soon as he rocks his hips forward and his flared cockhead presses against my prostate. I swear I see stars.

"Oh, fuck," Clyde grunts, his deep voice tight. "You're so fucking tight I can hardly move." That doesn't stop him from trying. He works his cock deeper, the rubbing against my sweet spot making my cock dance and weep precum all over my belly. He manages to get about half buried inside of me before he stops, his sleek black hide damp with sweat. I think I could take a little more, but he just gets thicker and I think I can feel him pressing against my innards. That's all I need, for him to ram my intestines up into my liver or some shit.

He glances over his shoulder again, looking at the time, I assume, and then he shifts his position, leaning over me and bracing himself on one hand, his knees spread wide. He starts to pump his hips and I keen as he grinds against my prostate, moving no more than an inch in or out of me. He wraps his free hand around the base of his cock and begins to stroke himself, between my ass and his balls, his breath growing ragged. His nostrils flare, showing the pink inside, and his ears flip back and forth as his strokes grow fast and erratic. Suddenly, he throws his head back, his back arching and tail lifting as he neighs loudly, the sound vibrating through me. His hips flex, powerful muscles thrusting that cock into me again and again, and then he's done, collapsing to his elbows on top of me, his broad, sweaty chest covering me, and I can feel the pounding of his heart.

He stays there for a while, his cock still inside me, but I can feel it getting soft. I haven't cum and my body is fucking on fire, the ache burning inside me, but I have to admit, it's kind of nice to feel his ragged breath against my neck, and when he turns his head and nuzzles my cheek, that's very nice. Most guys just cum and run.

The alarm on his phone begins to beep and he sighs, rising up and pulling out. I feel like I'm gaping open, my tight hole ruined. I hope it goes back to normal or nobody is going to want to fuck me. Well, nobody except guys with giant cocks, and most guys don't have a giant cock, even if they like to be told they do.

"Thank you, Violet," Clyde says, turning off the alarm before removing the condom and tossing it into the wastebasket beside the bed. He slips his robe on, ties the belt, and then releases the Velcro straps holding me in place. Even after I'm free, I just lie there, not sure if I can even move. I want to cum so bad. "You may use the bathroom if you'd like to finish yourself and clean up. I'll leave your tip on the bed and be out talking to your manager."

"O- okay," I say, my voice quavering as I lever myself up off the bed, my stiff cock bouncing around like it's on a spring. My ass hurts and I stagger a little as I cross the room and lock myself in the bathroom. I want to shower, but I don't want to keep Carson waiting. There's a clean washcloth on the counter and I run it under the hot water, washing the lube out from between my cheeks before quickly jacking off and wiping the precum out of my fur. I'm still horny as hell and my cock doesn't want to go back into my sheath as I open the door and peek out into the bedroom. It's empty.