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There is something mildly obscene about the word exotic. It gives you the sense that it's something from a far off place or something that's extremely sensual or exquisite. I suppose that's what I am in the long run, for I come from across the border. I don't feel especially exotic, but here; well here everyone who sees me ends up with their tongue hanging out.

My name is Palmira, Palmira Caragena. Where I come from, I'm an ordinary cougar. No, not a sexually prowling older woman. I'll get to that point eventually in my life, but for now, by my age alone, I'm not. I'm a puma, or as some of you like to call me, a mountain lion.

I'm not from the mountains. I'm from the plains, from the city of La Boca, at the mouth of the great river. A long time ago, my country and the country I'm now in; they were one big happy nation. But somewhere down the line some religious fool got it into everybody's heads that we felines and the canines had to lead separate lives.

To that end, we were shuttled down to here, and the tail-waggers went north. Anyone who remained on the wrong side of the border was hunted down and killed. Well, so they say. I know better.

I was smuggled over the border by one of the crime bosses, some big black and brown thing everyone called a Rottweiler. I have no idea what any of that means. To me, most of the dogs look alike. Sure some have long coats and others short coats, but they're always too eager and sort of comical in the way they act. Not all of them mind you, but a lot of them. But then, that's just one girl's opinion.

What was I doing over the border? Money of course. I was paid in gold, since our currencies meant nothing to the opposing side. Paper was just paper. What was I doing to earn it? Like you haven't already guessed it. I was a one girl show for the big boss, for the entertainment of him and his friends. If I did the same thing south of the border, my wages would have been nothing compared to this. It was hazard pay. If I was caught, there would have been no trial. They would simply shoot me on the spot.

Oh, and everyone connected with me. I felt like a disease.

I wondered at times if this now mythological zealot who created this rift had any idea how much damage his fanaticism would cause. It didn't matter much to me really. In another year or so I'd go back home, live like a queen, and maybe even start a talent agency for sending more girls up north.

Today; well today I was waiting for two of the big boss's business associates. With any luck it'd be some overweight, soft-in-the-gut beagle, or an equally amusing Bassett. Most of these guys were accountant types looking to do business with him, and the boss liked to show them how much power he had. Killing folks was one thing, but having a feline whore on staff showed just how much he could flaunt the law.

I gave up wearing fancy clothes for these meetings a while back. The old saying around here was, panties aren't the best thing, but they're next to it. I usually just wore a gauzy silk robe, floor length, with a slit up the back for my tail. I also normally didn't bother with makeup. All that ever did was get smudged and run halfway through your performance. I used henna juice to darken my nipples, and I used it sparingly on my face, enhancing those features which I wanted to stand out.

My fur was bleached a little blonder than it was naturally, and even the tip of my tail was bleached and re-dyed with just a touch of red. My nails were always smoothed down and polished, and my teeth were as white as I could get them. I didn't use perfume, because I found the men liked my smell far better than some cheap skunk-oil. Something about the smell of a feline drove them a little crazy.

I looked at the note card I had been handed yesterday. All it had were two names; Lupo Tunante and Gabriel Malutian. Odd names. I was used to the Smith and Jones sort of guys. It might be something nice to have such variety, even if it were just with dogs. You have no idea how boring it can get, day in and day out with these middle to late aged guys thinking they're all that. There were times when a girl longed for something...long.

When the knock came at the door, I was already entertaining myself with a glass of catnip cordial. It was one of the few demands I made of the boss. I don't know if he smuggled it, or just had one of his hooch factories make it special for me, and I didn't care. It did the trick better than the fancy drugs these dopes sniffed though their glass straws.

"Come in! The door's always open!"

It creaked on its hinges as two males stepped in, as did the floorboards. I about had to shove my jaw back into place. One of them was a bone-fide ancestor. Not my ancestor you dolt. A canine ancestor. There weren't many pure blooded wolves around, and that's a fact. For one thing, they're horny as hell. They'll screw anything if they can get it to hold still long enough. That tends to dilute the bloodline. This one had black fur, dark claws, gray eyes; well he was just plain dark. From the suit, I'd have to say he was someone's assassin.

His partner was totally different, but equally as impressive. I can only assume from his size and his shaggy coat of fur, that he was the old nemesis of the other. Like I said, to me, dogs are dogs, but this fellow had to be either Irish or Russian. As in wolfhound. He was tall and lanky, yet well muscled and very alert.

"Gentlemen." I said demurely.

"Not likely," said the wolf. "It's not in our nature."

That put me on edge. "I've been expecting you. What can I do for you...uh, males?"

The door was closed behind them. I heard the key, which I kept in the lock for fear of losing it, click.

The wolf smiled. "We are here for a little well deserved rest and relaxation. So outside of you keeping your mouth shut, I think we can manage getting what we want on our own."

They was not going to be the usual clientele. "As you wish. If there is anything I can do specifically, let me know. I'm versed in all kinds of..."

A paw clamped down on my muzzle. "No talk. Like I said, we can manage just fine."

The bigger fellow was already undressing. He was easily three times my size, and fair size larger than the wolf. He was either very meticulous or very anal, for his suit was hung up in my closet. When he turned around, I couldn't see his cock yet, but his balls were as massive as a bull's. I felt my heart leap in my chest.

The wolf was a little less strict in his manners, throwing his clothing over a chair. He was every much a show of masculinity as his buddy was. I was going to be in for a ride! No silly pugs or mutts for me today.

I was going to direct them to my bedroom, but the bigger one saw my special bench. I suppose it needs a little explanation before I go any further.

I occasionally get guys who are into doing my while they're standing up, or they're into a little soft S&M. Sometimes that involves me being strapped down and sometimes that involves them being strapped down. The bench is height adjustable, with places to apply restraints to wrists and ankles. It's a solid piece of work so that it doesn't tip over during particularly amorous playtimes. It was going to be getting a workout today, but no more so than I was. I liked it a little rough on occasion. It broke up the monotony of daily life.

The one I assumed was Lupo initially acted the part of the gentleman, despite his words, helping me out of my robe. He laid it across his clothing and turned back to me. "Shall we begin?"

Before I could say a word, he grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and pushed me down on the bench. I didn't struggle, but he didn't take any chances. He sat on me while he and his partner secured the straps. I got brief glimpses of the bigger one's cock, and I knew I was going to be hurting before the day was over.

The bench was short enough that when I was on it, my ass hung over one end while the other just had room for my head. Thankfully, it looked like the wolf was going to start this off from the rear. I don't think I would have survived the big guy without some stretching exercises first. I hadn't had to do that in a long while.

I felt my tail yanked up rather harshly and a point of heat touch my hole. He grabbed my hips, and I tried to help by holding my tail held high. In the next instant I felt a good nine inches of red dog meat force its way into my inner sanctum. I sucked in a breath and waited for my body to relax. That was a lot more than the puppy chow it was used to taking!

He didn't wait for my body to conform to his intrusion. He dug his nails into my hips and launched an offensive that nearly brought tears to my eyes. I started to say something, but it was corked up in my throat when the big fellow took that opportunity to ram his cock into my mouth. That was a good twelve inches if it was one. He hit my uvula and I started to gag.

It didn't stop his advance. He put his big paws on either side of my skull, hooked his thumbs in my ears, and pummeled away. Whether by design or by chance, they ended up syncing their thrusts. I only managed to slow down the one in front by refusing to open my jaw any more than it already was. My teeth were plenty sharp, and for the moment that kept him at bay.

The attack on my backside was easing up as my body stretched to accept such a large tool. I prayed that he wouldn't knot up, not right away, because I still was pretty tight. I realized then and there how easy I had been having it for the past year.

The two were carrying on a conversation like I wasn't even there, or rather like I didn't matter."Hey Lupo, how's your end?"

"Terrific. Beats the bitches we usually have to deal with. This one is tighter than a Chihuahua! How's the other end?"

"Nice, but I think she's not fully cooperating. I can't say I blame her, but if I'm going to get off I going to need to get deeper. She's got some pretty mean teeth!"

"You could always bust them out!"

"Nah. Remember, we're not to permanently damage the goods, feline or not. Boss says she'd be too hard to replace."

"Too bad really. I'd love to sneak down and cross over the border and have a little pot shot fun. I'm sure I could round up a few more while I was at it."

"Hey man, what you do on your own time is your business. I ain't ever crossing the border again. Too damn rough down there for my tastes."

"Speaking of rough, what say we get this little gal to open up and say ahh?"

"Fine by me!"

I had no idea what they intended. I guess I should have figured it out. I wasn't normally dense, but I was a little thrown off by the manner of today's guests.

Lupo pulled out. It was so rapid and sudden it was like someone had removed reached in and pulled out some of my insides. The split second he grabbed my tail again I knew I was in for it. That cock smashed into my ass like a rocket. I tried to scream but found the wolfhound's cock suddenly shoved in all the way. My jaw nearly came unhinged as his crotch fur filled my nose.

I felt like meat on a spit. Lupo was forcing his cock in its entire length, and my poor puckered hole was straining at the seams. The last few inches where worked in with sharp jerks of his pelvis, making my eyes water in the process. That cock rammed in my mouth was pressing my tongue down, and was so far past my uvula that my gag reflex was gone. I could feel my throat bulge for the size of it. My voice was all but paralyzed.

For their sake it was a good thing I was tied down. My claws, dulled or not, would have found a few places to sink into in their flesh. Job or no job, I don't remember signing up for anything quite like this.

Just when I thought that things were at least bearable, I felt a knot growing in my ass. By the time it was done inflating, I knew I'd be able to pass a torpedo whenever I used the toilet. I clawed at the straps, wishing that my nails were still as sharp as they should have been. As it was, the leathers were too tough to fray.

Lupo seemed to relish making me hurt. That was how I was seeing it, through my tear filled eyes. I liked a little pain, but we were well beyond that. Well, I was. I doubt they were. I'm sure my narrow passages felt just fine to them.

The wolf was grunting like a pig as he forced his cock in repeatedly. I think he was trying to drive his tip so far into me it would meet up with his friend's. I wasn't going to be complaining about anything on the small side for the next several months, that much was for sure. As it was sitting was going to be optional for the next few days. Actually, anything was going to be optional! I might have to run a warm bath and lay in it continuously for the next three days.

Eating might be optional too. On the other paw, I could probably swallow oranges whole after this. I doubted I'd have a gag reflex ever again that would be worth a damn. Those twelve inches of slithering shaft were reaming me wide open.

My ears stung as his nails dug into them. I wanted to tell him they weren't handles, but of course, that was impossible. If I tried too hard, I might find that thing of his heading towards my lungs!

I sort of let myself go limp. It was either that or I was going to hurt myself trying to fight my way loose. As I did, my body was flopping back and forth in time to the pounding I was getting from either end. It was a good thing I got paid well for this, otherwise, when they let me up, I'd claw their eyes out.

Big talk! I wasn't going to be able to move for hours after they were done.

The cock that was slipping past my tongue suddenly entered safety mode as his knot inflated, prying my jaws open to the hurting point. I did smile inwardly knowing that my teeth were most likely biting into his red bulbous mass. I was good at physics, but I knew that when something soft met something hard and pointy, the latter was going to win.

If it bothered him, he didn't show it. He continued to fuck my face like it was the backside of some overweight bulldog. Hell, I think even a bitch bulldog would have been suffering under its penetration.

The wolf was going to town on my ass. Anal wasn't my usual mode. Hell, a good portion of the guys who came to my rooms were happy to get sucked off by a girl like me. After that, they were often unable to get it up again for doing anything significant. Not these guys.

The testosterone was literally oozing from them. They were the types that were obviously comfortable outside of their suits. They were also obviously quite comfortable wearing me. I hoped and prayed that I didn't rupture at the seams. I might be flexible, but I wasn't made of Spandex.

Lupo really got into what he was doing. His paws held me tightly, as if most of the girls he screwed were trying to get away from him. I could see that.

The way he was working over my ass, I could only imagine the other girls that had been under him. I was comforted by the thought that every one of them had likely been real dogs...

Humor. It'll see you through a lot in life.

My neck was against the bench, and therefore I could feel it rising and falling as the big guy tried to get his balls off. At the rate he was going, I was going to be receiving a deposit straight into my stomach. I was alright with that. To be honest, I didn't have a taste for dog cum. Call me weird, but there you have it. I normally spit and rinse...discretely.

I can't say how long they harangued my poor body. Time was sort of obliterated after a while. It might have been fifteen minutes; it might have been an hour. All I know was that I was never so glad to feel two men pick up the tempo. Oh, I knew when a guy was going to blow all right. It was always pretty obvious.

The wolf came first. It felt like someone had taken an air hose and shoved it deep inside. The sudden increase in pressure as his cum filled my ass was astonishing. I could feel the contractions of his cock as it blasted my insides with his sticky white fluid. Thankfully, he just slumped over my back when he was done. I was half expecting him to try yanking that knot out before it was finishing deflating.

That left Gabriel. He was going to town on my throat. If you want some idea of what it was like, take a large solid sausage, you know, the kind you can find in a deli; open wide and shove it towards your stomach. That about covers it. Oh, and then take it and ram it back and forth. Fast.

When the big son of a bitch let loose, I sensed the growing volume he was unleashing into my stomach. I didn't eat a lot mind you, for a girl has to stay slim. This felt like I had just finished two milkshakes after eating a burger and fries. Ugh!

He let go of my ears and pulled out, leaving a trail of cum that hung like a spider web from my mouth to his tip. I was gasping for breath, having suffered numerous interruptions to that vital life process. As I got my wind, I could feel my guts churning up like rough seas. I struggled against the bonds holding me.

I don't know how I managed it, but I spit out the words, "Let me go!'

I thought they might just leave me out of spite, but the straps were undone. I tried to walk to the bathroom, but my body wasn't functioning. In the end I was carried in and dumped on the toilet. I don't know how long I sat there, but it was long enough to empty my ass. After that, I spent a few minutes activating my gag reflex and emptying my stomach. By the time I crawled out to the main room, they were sitting there dressed.

Lupo threw a bag on the table. It clanked like metal. "A bonus. We don't do that often, but we think you deserve it."

"I get paid already. I don't take charity!"

"It's not. It's a bonus. Trust me, you'll earn it! Oh, and here. It's tomorrow's guests that you'll be entertaining."

He dropped a piece of paper on the table as they turned to leave. The door clicked open and they left. I gingerly leaned forward and plucked the card from the tabletop. At first I thought it was a joke. When I spotted today's card lying on the floor, I knew it wasn't. I think the boss was starting to hate me.

I wasn't sure I could deal with them two days in a row!