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--1

"You're some of the talent around here, right?" asked the vixen, a statuesque blonde of five and a half feet. Her slim paw was wrapped around a hard, muscular ass left bare enough to grope and admire by a turquoise jock. The owner of said ass peered over his shoulder with a yellow-eyed gaze and a fang-framed smirk.

Nature Calls employed nothing but colossal hunks. Dallas was a prime example of the talent, him being an eight foot tall vampire bat muscular enough to lift an anvil with a perpetual coy grin on his face. A lush chocolate-colored coat of fur dressed him from the tips of his ears to the toes with a lighter shade for extremities, his erogenous zones and some shadows around his eyes. Almost all of Nature Calls' boys were rough and tough. Dallas had some bad boy decorations, including a barbed wire tattoo on a bicep, thick bead earrings near the peak of one tall ear and beaded and silver nipple rings. His neatly-folded wings were opaque canvases of brown membrane, his wing fingers a pumpkin shade of orange.

"What do you think, babe?" Dallas winked as he flexed his ass under the vixen's paw. Dallas realized the vixen had a friend when another paw cupped his other cheek. He turned to see her; she was a lioness. Although taller than the vixen, she was still small and demure. A low-cut red dress hugged her supple body and provided sharp relief to the denim shorts and tight black tee of the fox. "You ladies enjoying yourselves?" he winked to the lion in particular.

The girls looked at each other behind Dallas' broad back. While the bat idly nursed his ginger ale, the lioness spoke up over the din of the music. "We mostly are." Together with the vixen she palmed and squeezed the bat's chiseled behind and once bared the snug pucker of his tail hole to the cool air. In reflex, the short tuft of his tail wiggled.

With a growing smirk, Dallas asked neither girl in particular, "Anything I can do to help you girls feel more welcome?" It was such a pointless question but he liked to ask it just to hear what he already knew. He left his drink at the counter and turned ponderously to face the girls whom kept their paws to themselves, however their eyes at once moved to the great outline of his crotch. Wrapped in the snug fabric of his jock, his mighty circumcised cock made an instantly-recognizable outline even curled around the thick bulk of his balls. While the girls absently checked him out, he returned the favor and very much liked what he saw. The lioness had an athlete's body to rock her red dress and her hair was curly, brown and shoulder-length. The vixen's less toned figure, more casual attire, mid-back blonde hair and bigger breasts all marked her as a fun slut. He doubted if the lioness was a prude either with those grabby paws but the dress gave her an air of mystery.

Of the two girls, Dallas rightly had the vixen pegged as the more blunt of the two and she grinned, "Yeah, there totally is."

"Can we know your name?" the lioness asked. The vixen rolled her eyes and folded her arms up under her hefty breasts.

Dallas chuckled easily and leaned back against the bar. In a careful show of intimidation he let his wings unfurl and they blotted out the light cast from over the bar. "It's Dallas, ladies. Could I ask what you babes go by?"

"Veronica," the lioness smiled. Dallas' great size and lack of shyness made her tail swish.

"I'm Sam," the vixen answered. She had a lewd sneer which seemed perfectly at home on a fox. "We wanna hire you," she explained as she lay her black paws on the bat's hard abs. When she pressed down they didn't give at all.

"Hire me, huh," Dallas said with his perpetual smirk. As if I gotta ask what for, he thought. "Got bad news and good news, ladies. Bad news is Nature Calls doesn't let clients hire dancers. We get salary and no tips." He put a heavy paw over the vixen's and all but eclipsed it while thoughtfully rubbing the back with his thumb. "Good news is you covered the cost of all the beef you'd ever want when you paid at the door, so if you ladies wanna pull up a seat for a lap dance..."

"We can get a lap dance anywhere," Veronica grinned as she sidled up close to Dallas. She put her flank against his and found herself very pleased when he loosely wrapped a heavy, hard arm around her. "We want everything. Touching, feeling, licking..."

"We wanna fuck," Sam growled. "You're one hell of a stud. I'm gonna be sad if you tell me you only like boys."

"I like pussy ju-u-ust fine, baby," Dallas chuckled, though he had no qualms about stuffing another man's ass. "So you girls wanna go all the way, is that it?"

"Now you're smartening up," Sam said in deadpan. Dallas still held one of her paws. She reached down with the other to cup his heavy balls in the jockstrap. "So are you gonna tease us or fuck us stupid?"

Dallas hummed thoughtfully and dragged his long tongue over his lips as if to show it off. "Lucky for you two I'm a gentleman," he snickered. "This way, ladies," he said as he led them off to the back. The VIP rooms were blocked off by pair of herculean studs in security shirts. One was a ram and his partner was a gray, prettyboy stallion. Dallas looked at the former and grinned, "Hey Reed, I need a room with these ladies here."

"Playing gigolo again, are you?" Reed smirked. The stallion laughed but added nothing to the conversation while he checked out the girls.

Possessively and lewdly, Veronica and Sam hugged close to Dallas' flanks and his heavy paws found their fine hips. "Hey, somebody's gotta do it," he said to Reed with a wink. "So can I grab a VIP room or what?"

"Yeah, go ahead," Reed nodded and stepped aside, mirrored by the gray stallion. After Dallas and the ladies made their way down the hall to the VIP rooms, the guards closed the gap again. "Fuck," Reed said in low voice, "that son of a bitch gets more ass than a toilet seat."

The stallion smiled wanly. "Hey, didn't you and Tad double-team some dude causing trouble in here a couple months ago?"

--2

Dallas was surprised and a little disappointed when the girls didn't jump his bones the second they made it into the VIP room. Instead they idly glanced around, unfamiliar with Nature Calls' lavish private rooms, and finally they looked to the handsome bat expectantly. In every VIP room was a stage with a single pole but Dallas didn't expect to be put to work there; he could tell from the way the girls looked and smelled that they had another pole in mind.

"Just a second, girls," said Dallas while he rubbed behind one of Sam's ears for a fond effect. As he paced to the restroom, he called back, "Make yourselves comfy. This room's just for us." In the restroom Dallas had only one thing on his mind: the condom dispenser. Three's probably being generous, he thought as he pumped it and grabbed his rubbers, but who knows. I've heard things about vixens... The studly bat took a moment to admire his reflection and he flexed once just to see his muscles ripple. Though far from a narcissist, he believed, and rightly, that he was a prime slab of meat. Before he left he spent a moment palming his crotch to fluff his cock. He left the restroom with a half-mast boner tenting his jock and a fist full of multicolored magnum rubbers.

Veronica had shed the little red dress. Whether or not she had been wearing a top underneath it, her modest tits were bare, however black lacy panties kept her from being completely vulgar. Although Sam was easily the sluttier girl, she had only shed her shirt and her bra. The topless ladies sat on one of the black, soft sofas. Veronica's fine legs were neatly crossed, ever a lady even in undress. The vixen sat forward, her forearms resting on her knees, paws slack, plump breasts not at all hidden from view. It was a noticeably male posture.

"Ladies," Dallas smiled and made to sit between them. Sam had other plans for the winged stud and she made them abundantly clear when she stood suddenly and grappled with his jock strap. A bigger smirk than usual quirked Dallas' short snout as the vixen wrangled his jock down to the floor. Dozy and half-hard, his blunt and muted-pink penis flopped out of its cozy den and dribbled a few beads of pre onto the floor. Sam wrapped her paw around it while Veronica sat seemingly passive with a smile.

"Fuck, it's big," Sam growled through her teeth. The lust in her tone was staggering. "How much bigger does it get?"

"Only one way to find out," Dallas winked as he tickled under her chin.

Veronica answered the call of duty and promptly ended up on her knees before the bat. She coolly took his shaft from Sam's lusting paws and began to lavish the blunt tip with kisses and laps from her rough tongue. Dallas was surprised that Sam relinquished his cock so easily and he momentarily forgot about her when Veronica demonstrated her eagerness by engulfing his king-sized cock. "Ooh, damn," he sneered and lay a heavy paw on the back of her head. "That's the stuff..."

In matters of sex, foxes are never outdone. Sam demonstrated that rule when she slipped around behind Dallas and nosed up into the crack of his ass, ignoring his enticing balls. Her cool nose pressed right against the tight pucker of his tail hole and soon she lapped against it with no accidental skill. Dallas hissed and wore a rare blush, splaying his wings for a quick moment, their brown canvas blotting out the moody lights in the ceiling. "Christ, a rimjob?" he asked with a cutely incredulous tone.

Sam wasn't inclined to answer, at least not with words. Her lapping grew stronger but she kept herself to the surface of the ring and the bat's taint. Veronica meanwhile gobbled down more of Dallas' thickening cock and filled her muzzle to capacity. Nearly straight into her throat trickled a stream of musky pre to play hell with her senses while the rest of his cock and sometimes the plump bulk of his balls were treated to stroking paws and blunted claws.

The bat put his other paw back on Sam's head and narrowly resisted the urge to grind her snout in, though he had a feeling she might not have minded that. It was against every regulation for him to not be wearing a rubber during sex, yet with the lion's eager sucking he was understandably less than inclined to stop for such a cumbersome act. That two girls could leave a man of Dallas' size and sexual experience blushing, grinning and risking his dream job spoke greatly of how many boys they had double-teamed like so.

Very soon, Sam ground her tongue so roughly against Dallas' tail hole that there was no mistaking her intention. When she finally slipped her tongue inside, he grunted and leaned forward, putting his ass against her face and her grabby black paws. "Fuck, fucking shit," he hissed. "You're too generous, babe," he said with a weak little chuckle.

The bat's greater throbbing and his output of pre was perfectly apparent to Veronica whom struggled with the bat's great blunt tip against her throat, but she never found the gall to swallow the shaft. She might have managed were the bat not so large, though his sheer size only excited her for other reasons. With a bit of reluctance she pulled off of his cock and was fast to stroke up and down its pulsing length. In all this time, Sam hungrily and noisily ate the bat's tight ass. "Hey," Veronica cooed up to Dallas, earning his gaze, "what would it take for you to fuck me, handsome?"

Dallas found the dissonance of Veronica's classic female elegance and sexual bluntness attractive and cute. Smiling, he betrayed his feelings. "It'd take you showing me that no-doubt pretty pussy of yours," he huffed. "And it'd take one of these," he said as he slipped her a condom. As she ripped open the package and started to roll the lime-green latex down his meat, he added, "And your friend is gonna have to take her tongue out of my asshole... No rush on that, though."

"Once Sam gets started," Veronica smiled, smoothing out the condom, "she's just about impossible to stop."

Reaching back with a heavy paw, Dallas rubbed the back of Sam's head and softly scratched with his dulled claws. "Hey sugar," he cooed to the vixen, "I'm all for a good prostate massage, but how's about we mix it up, huh?" While Dallas tried to persuade Sam, Veronica idly pumped his wrapped-up cock. She watched the reservoir at the tip slowly begin to fill with viscous pre and felt a needful stir in her loins.

Although Sam heard Dallas, she didn't acknowledge him. Her slurps remained as crude and slobbery as ever, and for all her work, Dallas' breathing had become quite labored as if he were trying to regulate his pleasure. The vixen unhanded those hard ass cheeks to let them enclose her long muzzle and she instead busied her mitts with the bat's heavy ballsack.

"Ah, jeez," Dallas blushingly chuckled. "C'mon, baby, what say I flop back and you and your friend straddle me, huh?"

Sam's lapping paused but her tongue stayed just where it was. An idle stroke down one of Dallas' hard legs conveyed her thoughtfulness. At last she eased her tongue out of Dallas to which the bat shuddered and grinned. The vixen held the taut cheeks apart and spent a moment to admire his pucker, still perfectly snug but now glistening with her slobber. On her own turf she would have fucked that stud senseless with a strap-on, but in the walls of the club she decided to play a more passive role.

Dallas grabbed a throw pillow from the sofa, dropped it on the thin carpet and smoothly laid himself out on the floor with his head on the pillow. Prostrate on his back, he stretched his body and splayed out his wings only to tuck them back in again when the stretch passed.

It was the lioness whom attacked first after briskly shedding her lacy panties. Exhibiting a sex drive on par with that of the vixen, she straddled Dallas' pelvis which proved to be an awkward feat for just how big he was. But she managed it with her long, taut legs, and she gripped that latex-wrapped cock behind her back. The way she ground backward, Dallas expected and somewhat hoped to have his dick hotdogged, but Veronica skipped around his expectations when she raised her hips and brushed the damp folds of her snatch against his rubber-wrapped penis. Again and again she rubbed and ground, the finer points of her softly-furred flesh lost to Dallas for the condom but the pleasure of merely being ground on was enough that he shuddered and grinned.

As Veronica tested the waters, Sam shucked off her jeans and revealed a lack of panties but a lush blonde bush playfully obscured her ready cunt. Dallas grinned at the sight and absently, gently rubbed Veronica's thigh. "Nice garden you got going on there, babe," he cooed to the vixen.

"Thanks," Sam grinned. Exhibiting no finesse, only blunt and horny efficiency, Sam stood over the bat's head and squatted down. At first she wobbled and grabbed Dallas' snout almost in a panic. Obligingly and with a smirk, Dallas grabbed her hips and reliably held her still. With her grin back in full force, Sam growled, "Eat me, baby."

With only a teasing smooch on the vixen's clit, Dallas chuckled, "What's the magic word?"

"Now!" Sam huffed.

"Pfft, close enough," Dallas laughed. Being a bat meant Dallas had a long, dexterous tongue perfect for exploring wet pussies. Sam learned this fact firsthand when the bat didn't even tease her in favor of bluntly cramming his huge tongue past the folds of her pussy. Her spine arched, her full breasts pouted out and her tail lashed at the sudden, slippery penetration.

"Aah, gawd," she hissed. "Fuck, that tongue's something else! I gotta find more bats..."

Veronica smiled slyly as she watched. From behind she could see much of Dallas' work. Seeing an oozing mixture of Sam's vaginal juices and Dallas' own slobber running down the studly bat's chin gave her a feeling of longing which she finally decided to satisfy. Biting her lip, she ground down against Dallas' big, blunt tip and slowly penetrated herself. It was a slow, difficult entry but one she found herself quaking and moaning for. Against her snug pussy walls, that latex-garbed shaft felt all at once too large yet just right. Though hardly a size queen, she crooned and mewled in sweet pleasure.

The bat was similarly enjoying himself. Tasting Sam's wet cunt was a fine pleasure by itself but having a tight kitty like Veronica impale herself on his crank made him curl his toes and roll his eyes back. Pleasure and pheromones dulled his brain and made his laps longer and more languid. Less was he an aggressive big eater and more was he a skilled lover whom doted on all of the best spots in Sam's slutty vixen snatch. As the vixen seemed more steady in her position, Dallas let his gripping paws roam up her slender body to cup her full breasts. Pert pink nipples stuck out through the fur like buttons waiting to be pressed. Dallas tweaked, flicked and pressed them and Sam shuddered and clenched with increasing regularity.

Both of Veronica's paws ran down Dallas' hard chest and stomach. Claws extended, she raked his flesh and made it tingle, though she discovered that the bat wasn't ticklish. That didn't stop her sinful feline worship of his perfect male form and neither did it even slow her descent. In time, as Dallas most lazily but noisily slobbered Sam's pussy, Veronica's fine hips came to rest against the bat's. So there it was, over a foot of swollen, blunt, condom-protected bat-meat stuffed up inside of her damp snatch. The thought of something so massive and special pulsing inside of her put a big grin on her face and she started to ride the bat. Defying her characterization as a fine lady in red, she set about riding Dallas hard and quick. The sluttiness of her bouncing would have put even Sam to shame if the vixen could have brought herself to look back, but the bat's tonguing was too thrilling for her to even remember that Veronica existed.

Again, Dallas' paws drifted down to Veronica's hips. He held onto her tightly and pulled her down closer to subject her to deeper, rougher laps. Into her muff he ground his short muzzle and his nose was buried in the fluff of her bush. Snuffling so harshly into her made her cry out and whine. Juices ran down his chin as if he had bitten into a succulent piece of fruit. Supple pussyflesh was like such a treat in and of itself, not sweet but still wet and delectable With sharp fangs, Dallas nibbled and nipped harmlessly on that vulpine cunt and the pleasure fanned out through Sam's body, leaving her grimacing and huffing.

It was pleasure all around, but none more so than for Dallas. Inside of Veronica's pussy, his penis ached. She was outright too small for him and her walls were incredibly snug. The squeeze on his cock was easy to liken to being milked. Every squeeze of the muscles, every bounce of the whole passage on his cock coaxed out greater wads of pre and the pleasure left his entire body twitching. Against Sam's snatch, his breathing was haggard and hot.

Perhaps the lioness could tell Dallas was about to cum or perhaps she was just being selfish, but she rode him as hard and as fast as she could either way. Her supple tits bounced and her cunt, with its wetness drooling down the outside of the rubber, clenched rhythmically against her will but for her pleasure all the same. Too distracted to playfully claw Dallas, she simply braced her palms on his stomach and kept bouncing with everything she had.

From hungry to lazy to hungry again, Dallas ate Sam's pussy with all the ferocity of a starved man tearing into a hot meal. Vixen juices and sloppy slobber ran down his chin and neck in equal amounts and his suckling and nibbling on those vaginal walls was so unlike anything Sam had ever known. Dallas was absolutely frenzied and with a great heave of his chest and a muffled groan, he buried his face further into Sam's pussy and shot his wad.

Though the rubber did its job and captured every sticky drop of that bat spunk, the effects of the climax still had their way with Veronica. So massive and strong was Dallas' cock that its harsh throbs and twitches with each ejaculation sent waves of pleasure through her stretched cunt. Out of a sense of modesty, she clapped a paw over her muzzle and muffled her own blissful cry when she squirted and her release left the bat's crotch glazed. But when the dust settled from Dallas and Veronica's nearly mutual climaxes, Sam eased out of the bat's grip and stood up over top of him.

Grinning with heinous lewdness, Sam spoke down to Dallas. "You look like you're ready to pass out."

"Hey," Dallas laughed, his voice rough with panting and his snout glistening with juices, "the kitty's got a nice pussy, what can I say?"

"She does, yeah," Sam murmured, to which Dallas wrangled his big grin into a tight smile. Unfortunately the vixen didn't go on and Veronica, though blushing, stayed silent. "I haven't gotten off yet," Sam said lowly. "You're gonna fix that."

Dallas reached up and out to the vixen, wiggling his fingers invitingly. "Squat back down, beautiful. You were digging the tongue."

"I was," Sam said. She turned to Veronica and nodded to the side. Reluctantly but with weird obedience, the lioness awkwardly dismounted Dallas and sat aside. Left exposed was the bloated, green rubber clinging to Dallas' still-swollen penis. "But see," the vixen explained as she knelt down between the bat's legs, "I want the cock, plain and simple."

While Sam fearlessly peeled the rubber off of Dallas' cock, the bat chuckled and stretched again. "Can't argue with that thinking... Nice as that pussy was to taste, I think I'm gonna love fucking it." At that he sat up and watched with a smile as Sam peeled open and rolled on a fresh rubber. This one was pink, of all colors, though Dallas still thought his cock looked intimidating in it. Nearby was the first rubber, lazily discarded but miraculously not leaking onto the carpet.

"Too bad you're not gonna find out," Sam smiled, "'cause you're gonna fuck me in the ass." At this she beheld Dallas' pink-sheathed cock. The rubber's shade evoked thoughts of bubblegum. "I want it fast," she glanced up at the bat and her mischievous eyes simply gleamed with lust, "and I want it deep and just as rough as you can give it to me. I don't wanna walk for two weeks."

Dallas quirked up an eyebrow and petted the vixen's cheek. "You sure about that, sugar? Your ass is gonna be trashed if you let me at it."

Sam craned her head up and nipped his chin. "I'm sure! Don't second-guess a vixen," she huffed through a grin. Before Dallas could say another word the vixen twisted around on her knees, dropped to her all-fours and raised her fluffy tail up high. "Got any lube?"

"I got my tongue," Dallas smiled. "We got packets of lube in the bathroom, want me to grab some?"

"I'll get them," Veronica chimed in. Dallas was getting more and more curious about just what kind of relationship she and Sam had but he kept those thoughts to himself. When the lioness returned with the lube, Dallas kissed her paw and murmured, "Thanks, baby."

The lube came in small rectangular pouches like fast food ketchup. Dallas always found them troublesome compared to a traditional squirt bottle. Desperate times, he reminded himself as he slathered up his rubber-wrapped cock with two entire packages. With a third he slicked two fingers and slowly, gently eased his digits beyond Sam's pink pucker; the vixen crooned and sighed. Before Dallas' lubing fingering was through, she folded her elbows on the carpet and put her head against them.

After his prep work, Dallas perused the vixen. Her snug little tail hole had been subtly loosened by his touch and it was completely smeared with clear, viscous lube, giving it and the fur around it a glaze. Then came the long-awaited moment when he gripped his cock and butted its blunt, obscured tip to the asshole he had so thoughtfully slicked. With one hand on her hip and the other bracing his hard meat, Dallas grinned and asked, "You ready, sweetheart?"

"I was born ready, fuck the shit out of me," Sam grunted.

Dallas started to push in. Not unlike entering Veronica's snatch, getting inside of Sam's asshole was a difficult endeavor. Gravity had been on Veronica's side but Dallas had to rely on brute force and a lot of wriggling, but through a combination of both he worked his blunt dick past her pucker and he soon found himself pushing steadily inside of her. Around his meat, the vixen's rear clenched and writhed so much more tightly than Veronica's pussy ever had. The sight of the fox's tail hole stretched and strained around his shaft was itself a fun treat.

"Ooh, Jesus," Sam hissed. "So big... I don't want you to quit, though. Start fucking me!"

"Already, honey?" Dallas asked in an almost patronizing tone.

"Don't question me, I mean it," Sam urged, sounding more reassuring than grumpy.

"Sam's a buttslut," Veronica chuckled from the sidelines.

"Hey, if that's what you want, sweetheart," Dallas shrugged. It was against his better judgment, but he started to outright rut Sam. One heavy buck pounded his cock from the midpoint to the hilt, and from there he was like a jackhammer. One buck after another pumped his fat cock. Harsh and uncaring thrusts reamed the tight vixen ass and left the girl squealing and gasping. Dallas kept only one paw on Sam's hip. The other was tense at his side as though he were a gunslinger waiting to draw.

Sam yowled and whimpered while Dallas did as he was told even as his ruthless assfucking had her gasping, panting and whimpering for more. That sticky cunt of hers dribbled its slippery juices down the insides of her thighs but it went ignored by Dallas and her own paws. All that mattered was the big bat's cock in her ass.

Now Dallas put his free paw on the vixen's hip and he squeezed with both. Not content to only fuck, he also yanked Sam back into his bucks. With enough force to effectively spank the vixen's round ass each time, his hips roughly collided with those plush cheeks again and again. The three packages of lube did their job admirably in that Sam's only pain came from the sheer stretch. The stretch was something she loved, however, discomfort being the hallmark of a challenging anal fuck.

"Fuck, fuck," Sam huffed. Although they were pushed into the carpet, her full tits still jiggled at every buck of the bat's hips. Colossal bat balls covered in fine fur swatted up between the vixen's legs again and again, smacking into her cunt and cutting short their pendulous but quick sways.

A toothy grin split Dallas' face and it stuck with him all throughout the harsh sex. His big ears splayed down, perking and twitching when Sam whimpered or gasped. Heard barely over the wet suck of his well-lubed cock in the vixen's tail hole was the muffled and repetitive smack of his hard hips on that soft behind, but Sam's frequent cries drowned all else out when she chose to make them.

Dallas eased up on yanking Sam back. Instead he leaned over her and eclipsed her small body. In planting his paws on either side of her with his back arched and his wings proudly flared, he took on a beastly appearance and the already low lights of the VIP room gained a dusty brown pallor through his membranes while his wing fingers cast gnarled shadows. From his barrel chest came a steady stream of grunts, grumbles and huffs as he dutifully plugged away at Sam's tight ass. To him it was only a mild disappointment to not be fucking a girl in her cunt, for asses to fuck were not difficult to find in his line of work. But Sam was tight and eager and her incessant squeals and gasps made it all worth it.

"You like that big dick, huh?" Dallas growled through his grinning teeth. "You're not gonna be able to sit down for a month after I'm done here, girl!"

Through her hisses and groans, Sam replied, "That's the whole fucking idea, keep it up!" Adding emphasis to her pleasure, she reached down and squeezed her cunt desperately. All at once she cried out and her well-worn ass clenched down like a vise on Dallas' pumping cock. At first the bat thought she was orgasming and he quickened his pumps under that pretense. Although Sam was merely close, Dallas' extra effort emboldened her and she dug into her slick pussy to pump harshly with her familiar fingers. Only a moment later she squirted hard, emitting a deep groan and clenching as tightly as she possibly could around Dallas.

The big bat bit down on his lip and splayed back his ears. His entire expression was at once a grimace of strained pleasure. Such a tight ass was irresistible and a stud as pent-up as Dallas often was couldn't resist it even after a recent climax inside of Veronica. "Ah...! Ah, fuck," he bellowed to the ceiling as he arched his spine and shot his second wad which proved to be no less potent than the first. Inside of Sam's quivering asshole the rubber bloated with heated bat spunk and the vixen crooned hotly amidst her pleasurable whimpers.

"God... Ah, goddamn," Dallas sighed, coming down from his climax and right into his afterglow with a big, fangy grin. He patted Sam on the hips as subtle thanks for such a good ride. "Good for you, sugar?"

"Mmf, mhm," Sam groaned into the carpet.

Veronica chuckled and her tail swished. "She's going to be sitting on a pillow for a while."

The bat shot Veronica a smirk and he eased his penis free of the vixen a moment later. The bloated reservoir of the rubber trailed his exit and it sagged heavily off of his meat. Sam's tail hole was understandably gaped and raw but the vixen seemed to be nothing but content when she let her knees slide out from under her. With her fingers still buried in her cunt, she relaxed against the carpet.

Dallas slipped off his condom and picked up the other one by its bottom edge. When he was through tossing them in the restroom's trash can, he came out to see Veronica holding the third condom, its latex length unfurled in her paw. A naughty grin had spread across her face and she let out a lusting, feline mrowl.

"Three times in one night's pushing it for me," Dallas lamented. His cock twitched, however.

"Come on, handsome," Veronica winked. "One more. Fuck my ass like that and then we'll leave you be."

"Ah... What the hell," Dallas chuckled. As he fluffed himself and Veronica rolled the blue latex down his cock, however, he had the sinking feeling that Sam would be ready for another round by the time Veronica was through.