FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The wolverine was in a rage. "Vhat? How? Damn it all to hell! How do I vork with these vomen? They are no right. Out. Out. OUT! All of you, out!"

Except for the camera and lighting crew, everyone scatters, heading toward the nearest exit. The crew stood between the raving director and their equipment, just in case he went off the deep end. As wolverines had a reputation for ferocity and strength out of proportion to their size. Casey ducks as a clipboard comes flying at his head. The white tiger turns to run and get out of the way before anything else comes flying at him.

"You, stop right there!"

'On no, please tell me he is not talking to me', Casey prays to himself as he reaches for the exit door handle.

"Yes, you, tiger boy."

Casey sighs and turns to face the wolverine. The diminutive, yet terrifying, director strode over and poked him in the chest with a claw.

"Vhere do you think you are going?"

Casey tries desperately to think of some activity that would get him out of the studio. "Uhm...uhm...I have to..."

"Don't answer my qvestion. Shut up and do vhat I say. You, you are to find me a leopardess that vill vork in this travesty of a commercial shoot. She does not have to speak; ve can do the woice over. You get that she must be right, the right type for this director, you know vhat is I vant, tiger?"

Casey nodded. He had worked with this crazy director enough to learn his peculiar tastes. The snow leopardesses that the talent agency sent over were all too much like Barbie Doll models. He wanted someone real, but exquisitely feminine.

"Good. You find, and you keep job; you no find, you no vork for me or anyone in this town! Understood, tiger boy?!" With a mighty shove that belied his small frame, the director pushes Casey through the door and into the alley.

As he leans against the alley wall running his fingers nervously through his wavy, white hair, he mutters to himself. "Great, I had to open my mouth and let him know I understood vhat, what, he wanted. Now I'm the one who will be out of a job, not that useless casting vixen who ran at the first sign of trouble."

Casey loves his job with the TV commercial production company. Unfortunately, he is stuck working with one of the company's most picky, prickly directors, who wants a certain type of cat for his commercial, and he rejected all of the talent the agencies sent over. The wack-job of a director was a pain to work for, but it was true he could make or break a guy's career in this town. Audiences love his commercials. Advertisers would pay almost anything for him to produce theirs. The thought of not coming back occurred to him and was tempting. It was late on a Friday evening, and once again, Casey was giving up his own personal time for this job, but if Casey ever wanted to become a producer, this kind of experience was invaluable. Resigning himself to a hopeless search that would likely end in verbal abuse, he headed out to see what he could do. The last thing he heard from the studio was something crashing and the wolverine swearing in a foreign tongue.

He wonders where the hell he is going to find someone at this time of night. Retrieving his phone from inside his leather jacket, he searches for bars and nightclubs in the area. You would think he would know where they were by now, but he never seemed to have any free time since he moved to this city and took this job. The closest one was two blocks east. The description was not promising, it sounded like a sports bar. That would be full of men -- old, fat businessmen and production crews getting off work. The next one was two blocks further, but the description was a little more promising, so he heads for that one. It bills itself as a popular hangout for the local theater crowd with cheap drinks and talk of agents looking for talent. 'Love Potions'. What a strange name for a bar. No wonder actors and theater people hung out there. All actors were crazy and fell for that avant-garde shit.

This was a desperate, and likely hopeless search and Casey knew it. Snow leopards were rare enough, but to stumble on an actress that the talent agencies had missed was million to one shot at best. All he was hoping for was that someone in the bar could give him a lead.

Casey walks into the bar and takes in the scene as his eyes adjust to the dark. He can't believe what he sees sitting at the bar. A particularly beautiful snow leopardess is seated at the far end. Strangely, she is alone as if an invisible wall separates her from the rest of the patrons. There are plenty of males present, but no one is hitting on her.

In his naivete, Casey thanks his good fortune and saunters over towards her as he takes off his leather jacket and sits on the bar-stool next to her. The bartender, a lanky gator with so many metal studs pierced into his body scales that Casey thinks they must weigh ten pounds, hustles over, and asks him what he wants to drink. He notices the leopardess is almost done with hers, which is in a distinctive copper mug. Guessing what she is drinking, he says, "A Moscow Mule, and make it two. I think this lady here needs a refill." The bartender raises an eyebrow at his order and turns to the leopardess, silently asking her permission. She rolls her eyes, but gives the gator a slight nod agreeing to the drink.

The snow leopardess had noticed the white tiger walk into the bar and hopes he doesn't try to hit on her. She doesn't want to repeat the speech she had made to the other males present earlier that made it clear she was not looking for company. Unfortunately, he sits down next her and orders her a drink. Her first impulse was to refuse it but something about him, perhaps his coloration, intrigues her. She knows she is rare and thus a magnet for horny males looking for something unique. Seeing someone rarer than herself makes her wonder if they have more in common and makes her reconsider. Also, she finds it interesting that he hasn't immediately given her a lame pick up line; he seems to be thinking carefully about what he wants to say.

After a short, but awkward silence, she decides to break the ice. "Thanks," she says while thinking to herself that one drink with a male won't hurt. Nevertheless, she offers him no further encouragement.

The tiger looks around the bar again as he waits for the drinks to arrive. Many of the patrons are staring at him. They look away quickly as he makes eye contact. Some are laughing to each other; clearly, they are waiting for something. There is something he is missing or has missed, but he has a need, and this looks like his best chance to fulfill it. He is going to have to be careful how he proceeds. He has one chance to sell this gig to her. There was no way he would get this lucky again tonight. This leopardess was perfect. She was a real beauty, it was true, but there was honesty and simpleness to her good looks. She was more athletic than voluptuous, and had a physique that suggested she lifted weights and wasn't just a cardio-bunny or one of those half starved models. The wolverine was going to love her for sure. Casey sure hoped she was an actress and that she was desperate for work.

As the bartender came towards them with their drinks, Casey turns to the leopardess. "My name is Casey, miss. Please pardon my nosy question, but are you an actress by chance?"

This was a new one for her, but considering the bars proximity to the theater district, not an original line. "Nice pickup line, Casey, and no I'm not."

Just then, their drinks arrived. The gator spoke in his southern drawl. "I hope you two find the drinks to your satisfaction." The bartender places the drinks in front of them, smiles and salutes Casey before he moves back down the bar.

Casey stares after the scalie wondering what the salute meant.

"Thanks for the drink, Casey. I will drink with you, but then I'm out of here." The tiger looks so disappointed and pathetic, she continues, "Out of curiosity, I am a cat after all, why do you ask?"

"Shit. Sorry. Pardon my foul mouth, but you were my last hope. I need a female snow leopardess for a commercial we are shooting, and you don't know how rare they are. Well maybe you do. Crap." He downs the drink in one gulp and signals the bartender for another. "You wouldn't happen to have a sister who can act would you?"

Just then, the bartender returns with Casey's second drink "And you, miss, are you ready for another?" She looks at her drink remembering she had only stopped in to have one before going home. "No, this is fine, thanks." To be polite, she took a sip intending not to finish the drink. Strangely, she found she could not stop until the mug was empty. _ 'How odd',_ she thought to herself.

"Yes, I do know how rare I am, and no I do not have a sister who acts. And even if I did, none of my sisters live close enough to help you." He looks so dejected she continues, not sure why. "What exactly do you need someone to do? Maybe I could help." 'Why I on earth did I offer to help?' She wonders to herself. Feeling a bit light headed, she shook her head as if to clear it.

The tiger brightens noticeably in reaction to her offer and smiles. He then surveys her body up and down approvingly, much to the leopardess' annoyance. Casey was oblivious to her disapproval as he suddenly felt he had to make her come with him at any cost. She was perfect for the commercial, and he found himself unable to bear parting with her company. "That's right. The director said we could do woice over, I mean voice over, and so it's not a speaking part. I think you can help. I in fact, I know you can. You just have to wear a skimpy bathing suit and look really sexy for the camera. You are perfect; you're just what the director wants. All you have to do is pose however you're told. Do you think you can do that?"

Though he was ranting and possibly lying just to try to get her in bed, he was a very attractive and perhaps even charming male. She could appreciate an attractive male when she saw one, even if he was a tiger. Looks, though, weren't enough. She had learned that often enough. That was why she was in the bar drinking. Her latest leopard companion was an actor, very handsome, and a jerk. The thought of meeting him tonight and being stuck in his self-absorbed presence made her need a drink. If this tiger turned out to be as big a jerk, she was going to wish that she had just bought a bottle and gone home.

She raised an eyebrow at his lingering look and then went wide-eyed at his description of the job sank in through the haze of alcohol that seems to be having an unusually strong effect on her. Well what the hell. She suddenly decides to have some fun at his expense and help him out. "Really, this is a legit job? Not some pervey porn setup?" She looks him up and down the way he had done to her to see if she could make him uncomfortable.

"So, you are interested? Great." He watches her return appraisal of his body. He misses the intent of her gesture.

"And what's the pay?"

"It pays $500 bucks. It should be no more than two hours of work, and yeah, it's legit." Casey fumbles through his jacket and pulls out a business card. He hands it to her, but snatches it away just as she reached for it. "May I have your name first, miss?"

"Well, I haven't actually said yes, now have I? $500 bucks, huh? What's it worth to you, Casey? Are you willing to add anything to sweeten the deal?" She runs one claw up his chest to his chin and then across his snout. "Or do you just want my name?"

The tiger gulped and felt a stirring down below. Not only was she insanely sexy and perfect for the part, she seems interested in him. It had been a while since he had been with anyone. His work kept him busy all day and into most nights, leaving no time for a social life. If she was getting frisky, he wasn't going to turn her down. "You name it; it's just that there isn't much time. We have to get to the studio quick before the production crew leaves. They are Union, you know." He grabs her other paw with his and stands up. "Will you come with me now? There will plenty of time after the shoot is done to, uh, sweeten the deal."

"So, you're saying I get $500 and your promise of whatever I want after the shoot is done? Say it. Promise me, and I will come with you."

"OK. It's a promise. Let's go." Casey chucks some cash on the bar, and they leave together. Some of the males in the bar applaud as he leaves with the ravishing snow leopardess. He blushes wondering what he has gotten himself into. "Are you going to tell me your name now?"

She takes his arm as if they were lovers and gives the cheering guys in the bar the finger over her shoulder as she leaves. "Purr. I think you might have to do something to earn it." She bites at him as they go out. She felt much better, as if her head had cleared and her luck had changed, than when she came into the bar. It was shaping up to be an interesting evening.

The bartender watches them leave together with interest. An avian waitress with bright, iridescent green plumage notices his interest in the couple leaving. "What have you done?" she asks.

"Nothing," he responds and turns nonchalantly wiping the bar. As if struck by a sudden thought, he collects and washes the copper mugs he served the couple their drinks in.

"Right. You're washing mugs and telling me you did nothing?"

"Yup." He reaches over the bar with his long arm and smacks her ass. "Now get back to work, cher."

The two cats hustle over to the studio and find that the production crew is still present, but the wardrobe and makeup crew have left, most likely chased out by the director. The short, chubby wolverine is still screaming like a lunatic at everyone. His rant only ceases when he sees Casey with the snow leopardess in tow. With a penetrating gaze, he inspects her visually the same way Casey did. He then pokes and prods her in a few places that would ordinarily earn a fur a slap for touching, but there was nothing sexual about his actions, and Casey motions for her to go along, so she does.

"She vill do if she can pose. Vardrobe is gone, so you, Casey, get her dressed and ready. If she has the right look, ve may just get this done tonight, and you can keep your job."

Casey drags her into a cramped dressing room. There is a screen against one wall that doesn't even come to her shoulders. It is true that she is rather tall for a female, but what is the point of a short screen? Casey fumbles around with some clothes on a rack, finds something, and hands it to her. It is the skimpiest two-piece bathing suit she has ever seen.

When she doesn't take it, Casey puts it in her paw. "Well? Hurry up. Take your clothes off and put this on. I will have to do try and something quick with your hair."

The studio seems legit, but she is beginning to get suspicious at his eagerness to have her undress. Her mind was wandering to his promise and what they might do afterward, but she was damned if she was going to be in some cheap porn flick. She starts to tell him to stuff it, and then pauses when she remembers the wolverine's comment about losing his job.

"Would he really fire you?" Casey nods. He is just too pitiful for her to resist. If he is scamming her, then he is one hell of an actor. She thinks to herself, "I can do this for $500, and then this cute, sexy tiger is mine." On impulse, she pulls him down behind the screen and kisses him hard. When they come up for breath she whispers, "Sharla. My name is Sharla, and I thought you might need to know it when the director asks." She then motions him to turn his back. "Just for a minute then we can work on my hair and makeup." She pulls off her skirt, blouse, bra and panties and puts on the suit, what little there is of it. It did not cover much, only the absolute essentials, and all the tugging and pulling she was doing wasn't going to get any more coverage out of it. She felt naked.

He keeps his back turned as she changes behind the screen, though he would really like to get a peek at her with nothing on. When she steps out from behind the screen, he feels like he got his wish as he realizes just how little fabric is on her. What there is doesn't leave much for his already overactive imagination. He wasn't sure what the director wants for the shoot other than a bathing suit, and now was thinking that maybe he gave her the wrong thing to wear. He feels his cock getting hard, and turns to grab a fur brush so she can't see his arousal.

"Too late now, I suppose," he mumbles to himself.

"What is that Casey?"

"Nothing. Come sit down here in this chair, and I'll get your hair done up."

She complies, but he obviously doesn't know what he is doing. She has to snatch the brush away from him, and do it herself. As she ties her hair back in a simple ponytail to compliment the sleek curves of her neck and shoulders, she glances in the mirror and notices the bulge in the tiger's pants and his awkward stance.

She pulls and tugs her ponytail higher on her head and looks over the makeup on the table. It was obvious that, if he did not know what to do with her hair, he would have no clue with the makeup. Smirking coyly at the bulge she notices in his pants. She swivels around in the chair putting herself at crotch level and slowly looks up at him getting as close as she can without touching him. "Any clue on what makeup look he wants? I need to know what he wants before I apply it. Do I put anything on my lips?" She runs her tongue over her lower lip, slowly. He can't help but stare at her mouth. She chuckles. "Earth to Casey. Go ask the director." He looks at her, confused. "About the makeup. What look?"

"Oh, uh, yeah. Just some eye liner and highlights. He wants you to look as natural as possible. It's a commercial set in a tropical vacation location. You will be in a lounge chair on a green screen. The alternating arctic snow scenes and sandy sunny beach will be added later."

He pauses for a moment and seems nearly about to explode with nervous energy. "My, God. I just can't hold it back any longer. You are really hot looking. That suit is technically G-rated, but on you, it's X-rated, maybe triple XXX. The director is going to flip his shit when you lay out on the chair. The camera is really going to love you."

She is taken aback by his outburst. He was sincere, but she was so tired of everyone judging her by her looks that she was not sure how to respond. She turns back to the mirror and applies the makeup using some of the colors that match the suit she was wearing. The decisive moment came when she was finished. She hopes she could pull this off by pretending that she knew what she was doing, or just looks good enough not to have it matter.

"Ok. I'm ready. Let's do this." Sharla rubs him up and down where his pants were still bulging. "You should probably lose this for now, but I want see your little...maybe not so little...tiger at attention later. The sooner we are done the sooner you can sweeten the deal." She snaps her jaws at him suggestively.

Casey actually has to wipe a small tendril of drool away from his mouth, but he was also agitated and perspiring. Sharla wasn't sure if he was nervous about the shoot and his job or because of her teasing hints about sex. As they leave the dressing room, Casey puts a paw on her butt ostensibly to help guide her. She looks him in the eye and raises one eyebrow at him. He smiles and coughs nervously, but he does not remove his paw as he leads her to the set. Now Sharla was pretty sure he was excited and worried about both the shoot and the promise of sex.

The set was as simple as he said it would be, just a floor and backdrop covered with bright green cloth. The director was pleased with her look, and made her lie down on the beach chair that was the only object on the green backdrop. He fussed over her for fifteen minutes having her try out various poses. He told her which ones he liked, and then another hour went by as the lighting and sound technicians made a million adjustments until the director was happy. The shoot itself only took another fifteen minutes. Sharla wondered if all commercial shoots were this tedious.

Suddenly, it was over. The director pats Casey on the back.

"She vas perfect, boy. You vill get nice bonus for this. Now clean things up. I have flight to catch." With that, the incongruously happy wolverine left and so did all of the technicians. In a few moments, Sharla and Casey were all alone in the now dimly lit studio.

"Wow. A bonus. You did great."

The cat blushes enough that it shows through her white fur. "All I did was lie on the chair and hold still."

"Yeah, but you did it perfectly. Can you believe people are paid to do this shit? I wonder what my bonus will be?"

She leans back in the lounge chair. "I think it is time for you to sweeten the deal, Casey. Is this place secure, we won't be interrupted, will we, or should we go someplace a little more private?"

"It's all locked up and no one is going to come back on a Friday night. Everybody wants to go home or out and have a good time." As he speaks, he unbuttons his shirt and pulls it off, then kneels down next to her on the chair. He then yells at the top of his lungs. "If anyone wants to watch me get it on with the prettiest kitty in the city, then come on over!" His voice fades into silence without an echo or a response.

"See. No one here but stage mice and us cats." He kicks off his shoes and begins removing his socks. "You were fantastic, and I am grateful. Now, tell me what you want as your reward."

"I want you to show your appreciation for my fine work." She leans back on the lounge chair spreading her legs, pulling Casey partly on top of her and pulls the scant fabric of the bikini bottom up and to one side. "Show me a little tongue, Casey." After raking her claws lightly up and down his chest, she stops just above his belt line. She licks her lips, slowly as she continues to scratch his chest. Purring to show her pleasure, she asks in a purring voice "Cat got your-r-r tongue, lover-r-r?"

The growing bulge in his pants is all the answer she really needs. "The cat is going to get my tongue, lover, just as she desires." Casey slides backwards and down past her breasts and flat belly until his snout is between her legs. Strong paws hold her thighs apart as his warm breath wafts over her exposed sex, tickling her with delicious expectation. Casey is content to enjoy the scent of her heat, but the leopardess is less patient. Placing her paws behind his ears, she pulls him towards her to encourage him to make contact. He obliges by extending his tongue against the fur-less folds between her legs. An electric thrill runs through her body from the sensuous caress of his raspy tongue.

Sharla shivers and purrs. "I love a cat who knows how to please a female. Make me cum for you, and I'll reward you in kind, kitty-boy." She spreads her legs wider to give him full access to her sex. His tongue is doing things to her she hasn't felt in a long time. Her current boyfriend refused to do this act; it was good to have an attentive lover.

Casey revels in the heady scent and taste of her warm, wet sex and spreads her labia open with his thumbs to allow his tongue easy access to all of the fleshy goodness inside. Teasingly, he starts out with tender licks, but soon he can't control his own desire and has his snout shoved up hard against her as he plumbs her insides with his long, black tongue. The tip of his snout rubs her clit, giving her even more pleasure.

Her offer to reciprocate and please him orally has his cock straining against the inside of his pants. With a paw wet from her stimulated pussy, he reaches down to unzip his pants and pull down the front of his briefs. His long, pink feline cock slides out.

She bucks and pushes against him as she rapidly cums from his attentive loving to her sex. The suddenness of the event surprises her. Never before has she found herself aroused so easily by any lover. Usually, she had to do most of the work, and it became a chore. Casey was doing such a good job on her that it did not take much to take her over the edge. All the foreplay and teasing caught up to her, leaving her panting... and breathless... She manages to get out, "That was great. Let's get in a better position to continue, so I can return the favor. Make me cum again, kittyboy. You have a very talented tongue, Casey."

Casey quickly sheds the rest of his clothes and re-positions himself on the lounge chair so that his cock hangs over her snout. "It's good to have someone appreciate it. The wolverine always yells at me to shut up and keep my tongue to myself." He returns his attention to her delicious pussy lapping up the juices that flow freely from her orgasm.

She settles under him, and then reaches up to grope his cock and balls. She runs her claw gently around the tip of his barbed cock. Slowly, she strokes him up and down, pulling him close to her mouth. She begins to lick the tip while continuing to slide her paw up and down his shaft and enjoy the feel of his fleshy barbs. Casey is doing wonderful things to her again, so she rolls her hips and pushes her sex hard against his mouth.

"God that feels so good. Who knew this night would end in such pleasure with a tiger." Opening wide so there is plenty of room between her teeth; she pulls his cock into her mouth and sucks hard. Casey gasps from the contact and momentarily stops licking her clit, but resumes as she slowly and lovingly starts sliding him in and out of her mouth. The barbs that line his shaft catch one by one on her teeth each time she pulls the tiger's dick in and out.

The tiger groans from the attention of her mouth on his sensitive cock. It jumps and throbs in her paw as she nibbles at his barbs. She is very good, and soon has him right on the edge of orgasm. With all the teasing she has done, she does not want him coming quickly as she did when he put his mouth on her. She has to admit, though, that they did have all night for him to recover.

He pants heavily as he caresses her pussy with his tongue. "My God, that's incredible. May I cum in your mouth, please? I swear I won't go soft on you afterward. I got at least one more in me, honest." He rubs her clit with his thumb as he speaks delighting in the way she pushes back against him.

The tiger continues to amaze her; it was as if he could read her mind. Or maybe he could read her body. Either way, he seems to always say and do the right thing for her. "Make me cum again and you can shoot in my mouth, lover." For emphasis, she pulls his cock deep in her mouth, then eases off until he makes her cum again; she would try to time this so they would orgasm together. She hopes he wasn't lying about being able to keep his erection after cumming in her mouth. The idea that they would not have to take a break, that she could suck him off and then have him inside of her brought her quickly to her second orgasm by his tongue.

Wanting and needing to cum badly, he increases his energetic licking of her pussy and the massaging of her clit. He was soon rewarded by a vigorous bucking of her hips and moans of pleasure as she came again. It was a good thing, too, because he couldn't bold back his own orgasm anymore. "Uhhhhh! Here I come, babe." As he spoke, he began to shoot into her mouth and felt like he would never stop.

Her second orgasm, even more intense than her first and simultaneous with his own, was just as she wanted. She greedily sucks him taking his cock into her mouth and swallowing his salty seed. She pushes her sex into his mouth so he could do the same for her. They lay together, 69, enjoying the cum and afterglow of great sex. He wasn't kidding about staying hard for her. His shaft stays rigid, and she could not help licking him. However, she wanted more from him. She forces herself to stop and asks, "Do you want to do it hard and fast or slow. Hard and fast, you can take me on my paws and knees. Slow and I get to be on top."

"I want both, but not sure if I can go the distance. How about hard and fast? I have an idea." He rose up off of her. "I'll be right back. I'm going to get some props from another commercial."

He was only gone a minute. When he returns, she was glad to see he was still standing tall where it mattered. More interesting, though, were the pairs of handcuffs he carried with him. "Who gets to wear those?" she asks.

He smiles slyly. "Both of us. They have a catch here so you can open them any time you want. It's just play bondage."

"OK," she agrees wondering want kind of interesting kink he wants. She found out as he cuffs her wrists together and latches them to the chair. As promised, she was on her paws and knees. He then reaches his arms around her and cuffs each of his wrists to hers. That forces him tight up against her with not much room to move. It was a good thing he was taller than her or this might not have worked.

"We are bound together now, love. There is just one more piece of the puzzle to put in place." As he spoke, she felt the entire length of his shaft slide slowly and without pause all the way inside of her until his thighs made contact with her buttocks. "Oh, damn, that feels good," he said as he started to thrust in and out of her faster and faster. The barbs on his cock tickled all of her insides. The handcuffs forced him to keep his chest snug against her back with his snout near her ear. "I will bite you hard, love, when you are ready to cum. Just let me know the moment, and it will be tenfold better than my tongue."

She could not believe her luck, not only had she found an attentive lover in a shady bar, but one that shares some of her secret fantasies. She pushed her bottom up to meet his thrusts; it felt so good to have him inside of her. The barbs on his cock hit every sensitive nerve in her as he thrust in and out. Hard and fast was thrilling. She wants this to last, but she already felt her third orgasm starting from his enthusiastic lovemaking. "Oh my god, that feels so freaking good, you are making me cum already. God, yes. I'm cumming for you! Bite me. BITE ME NOW!"

Opening his jaws wide, he put his mouth over the muscles in the back of her neck and bit down just hard enough to just barely pierce the skin. He could feel the intensity of her orgasm increase dramatically as she spasms and the muscles around her vagina grip and squeezed his cock. Casey responds with his own second orgasm and is surprised to find himself still squirting seed deep inside of her for what seems like an eternity. He growls through the fur in his mouth as she screams her delight loud enough for it to be heard everywhere throughout the studio.

"Ggrrrr, purrrr, rowrrr. Ecstasy! My cat lover, that was fantastic." She pants out the words, even though they fall far short of the bliss she is feeling at the intensity of her orgasm. In true cat fashion, he bit her as she came, intensify her orgasm. She squeezes his cock with her sex muscles and turns her head to lick and nip at his snout. The metal lounge chair creaked as she strains against the cuffs. She desperately wanted to pull him close to her, as her orgasm slowly pulses down. Frustrated and frantic, she forgot that Casey had showed her how to unlock the cuffs herself. Fortunately, Casey seems to read her mind, pushes his cock deep into her, nuzzles, and nips at her neck.

"That was the best sex ever, love." He was purring involuntarily from the sheer delight of being on top of and inside of her as she panted in her state of spent bliss. Noticing her struggle with the cuffs, he frees them both and then rolls onto his back on the lounge chair and she climbs on top of him. The maneuver pulls his dick out of her, but he was going soft anyway. He licks playfully at her snout. "I think you have exhausted me for the moment, but I wouldn't mind trying the nice and slow way later if you want. I have nowhere else I would rather be tonight."

Sharla thought about the apartment she shared with her boyfriend and wonders if she wanted to go there tonight. That thought had been growing in her subconscious all day, and now, the answer seems to be an unambiguous no. The related question of whether or not she should go home with Casey was less clear to her. He seems so right and so perfect for her, but she had only known him for a few hours. Still, the night was young, and she couldn't think of a better place to be. "Same here, I am free now and for the rest of the night. We can do nice and slow and anything else you want. I want to get my fill of you before we part ways. Right now I want to lounge in your arms." She licks and nips at him, and kisses him.

Casey wants to ask her why they had to part ways. She was the most compatible female that he had ever met. She seems to know exactly what he wants, and they had so much in common, at least sexually. He kept his silence, though. He didn't dare spoil the moment with talk of the future.

After a few minutes of silent snuggling, she asks, "Are there any more things around here we can use to play with?"

Casey laughs, and his chest pushes her up and down from the action. "Let's rest and cuddle a bit, then we can explore. I think there is just about anything you could want in this studio. I never thought of this place or this job in this way before. It is going to be awfully hard to concentrate on my work in the future."

"I like that idea, let's look for something to eat, too. I need more than you, and I have worked up quite an appetite."

"There is a kitchen in here that the staff uses to store food and have their lunches. There should be plenty of food. Come to think of it I think they were doing a whipped cream commercial recently."

She laughs in response. "I think I have had enough cream for the moment. I need something more than that, although we could have fun with that later."

"There is always more than that. The studio is always buying food for the actors and then putting it in the kitchen for the workers to eat. I bet there's leftover pizza and veggie trays and stuff like that in there."

"Let's go check it out. You have made me hungry lover boy. Oh." She looks down at her mostly naked body. The remnants of the suit hung off her. "Clothes might be a good idea."

"We got plenty of costumes, too. Follow me." After donning a short, one-piece dress that fit her like a glove, she follows Casey through the studio to the kitchen. There was plenty to eat.

She pulls her butt up on the counter, "Feed me, lover. Eating with a lover is almost as good as sex, when you do it right."

He brings a tray of cheeses and cubed fruit over to her on a shiny, silver tray. He stands in front of her and with his fingers puts bite sized bits of cheese and then fruit into her mouth. "Am I doing it right, love?"

"So far, so good."

"I also found some gourmet chocolate bars left over from some commercial and a bottle of port wine."

"Even better, lover," she purrs.

He pours two glasses and hands one to her, then puts a square of chocolate in his mouth and leans in so she could grab the other half of the dark confection with her teeth. Their lips meet, and they savor a chocolate kiss together.

"Mmhhh, that's nice, lover." Sharla enjoys the taste of the food and Casey's sweet attention. He is feeding her slowly as though he is enjoying the experience as much as she is. The food is really good, and then he finds port wine and chocolate. How could he know that was one of her favorite combinations? She thought that was heaven and then he made it all the better as he fed it to her with his mouth. She savors the taste of him, her lingering scent on him, the chocolate, and the port. To lean in for the kiss, he had steps between her legs. She takes advantage of his closeness to wrap her legs around him as they kiss.

The food in his stomach and the grip of her legs around his waist revives him. Blood flows to his loins making him grow hard again, surprising even himself. There was something about this leopardess that really turns him on. Just being near her arouses him more than he thought anyone was capable. He doesn't want this kiss to ever end. As her paws wander over his body, she finds his swelling erection. She coos in response and snuggles up against him.

Casey breaks the kiss to speak. "I think it is your turn to be on top and take it slow and easy. You want to do it here on the kitchen counter?"

"Purrrr, yes, but I think it would work better with you standing and me sitting on the counter. Unless there is a bed or something around here we can use." She takes a drink of wine and kisses him again, and wraps herself tight around him

Casey pulls his pants down showing her how ready he is. "Standing works for me." He could taste the mixture of wine and chocolate in her mouth as he explores with his tongue. He pulls his hips back so that his cock slides down her furry belly until the tip is nestled between the folds of her sex. "This time I'll let you set the pace, lover."

She arches her back as he pushes inside of her, tightening her legs around his lean frame and wrapping her tail up, around the back of his neck. She pulls him forward into her as she sits on the counter; she grinds her sex into his with the motion. She then gets a firm grip on his shoulders and puts her heels on the edge of the counter, "Make me cum, lover, slow and easy. Let's see how long we can make this last. The first to cum has to do whatever the other wants next."

"Grrrrrrrr. It's a deal. I think I have a chance, having already cum twice tonight, love. Three times is going to be a challenge." His long tail wraps around her waist as he moves his hips slowly with hers and returns to kissing her and running his claws through the fur on her back.

"This is a win-win then, let's see what I can do to help you to three times." She slides her tongue into his mouth, savoring the flavors there, wine, chocolate, her, him, the sweet fruit. She moans at the sensuousness of their sex play tonight. She tangles tongues, and explores his body as they kiss and he makes slow love to her. With her claws extended a little, she lightly scratches up and down his back and over his tight ass. Like a little kitten at her mother's breast, she purrs deep in her chest as he thrusts slowly in and out of her. Casey's barbed cock seems to tickle every nerve ending in her. Their tails intertwine. She runs her claws up to his ears and down to his tail in time with his slow thrusts.

As she scratches his back, he begins to nuzzle and chew on her neck. One paw finds a round, firm breast and cups it as he teases her nipple. "I think you have what it takes to make me cum again, love. I will gladly lose this little bet and be your slave."

Purring, as he nibbles her, she increases the pace of her scratching. She wants to cum first to see what he wants to do with her. She has not been this fulfilled by sex before and wants the night to last. She starts to push back with her hips when he thrusts, and squeezes with her vaginal muscles as he rides her. She bites him on the neck and licks down his chest hoping to reach a nipple. She puts her hand over his on her breast to encourage him to continue his play there. She is assaulted with sensations at every pleasure point and feels the familiar contractions start in her groin. "Purr, lover, I'm going to cum for you again."

He was hoping to reach his climax first for the same reason she did, but it was taking him longer this third time. Casey feels her orgasm and wonders if there is any limit to her passion. Well, he was going to see if he could find out. He bites down on her neck again and squeezes her breast while gripping her buttocks tightly with the other paw. He grinds his groin against her to push his cock in as deeply as it would go. Her pussy squeezed hard on his cock, and he felt the familiar rush of pleasure as his dick began to spasm on its own. He doubted much came out, but it felt good nonetheless.

"Rowrrrrrrrr!" she screeches as only a cat in heat could while he grunted through his teeth, which were still firmly attached to her neck. "You just keep getting better with every go. I could get used to this kind of treatment, sexy tiger."

She pulls him close with her legs, arms and tail and kisses him, mostly to stop herself from talking. The passion is making her say things that she may regret. 'What was she thinking?' This was only for one night, wasn't it? Uncertainty made her wonder. "Mmmmhh, love is there any place in here we could lie to together and rest awhile?" She did not want to leave yet, and she felt they both could use some rest before any more lovemaking. Moreover, there was the fact that she did not want to go back to her apartment before morning, and her jerk cat former lover was gone. She definitely wanted this tiger at least one more time before she left, and it was his turn to choose what they did.

"Sure. There is a bedroom set still set up from a honeymoon commercial we shot the other day." He grabs the glasses, chocolate and bottle of wine, and leads her through the dimly lit studio past many sets and lots of camera and lighting equipment. The set has a ridiculous, heart shaped bed with a canopy. The covers and sheets are red and made of silk. They collapse together on the bed revel in the luxurious feel of silk. While snuggling together surrounded by soft, down filled pillows, they both fight off the urge to fall asleep.

Casey yawns. "You are amazingly beautiful and sexy, Sharla. I guess it is my choice what we do next. I need to rest for a while and recover, but I know what I want." He points to a stack of boxes on the side of the set. "This set was used to film a humorous dominatrix scene. I wasn't kidding when I said I would be your slave. I hope you don't think I am a pussy...no pun intended...but I want you to restrain me, tie me to the bed and have your way with me. Make it sweet torture, please. No actual pain, OK?"

Her eyes widen in shock, surprise, and pleasure. Before he misinterprets her response, she blurts out, "YES! I mean yes, oh my yes. It is something I have always wanted to do. However, snow leopard males are too macho to let me, well at least the ones I have been with, not that there was that many. Great. Now, I'm babbling." Casey watches her with a mixture of mirth and passion.

Sharla stifles a laugh and tries her hardest to look sternly at him. "OK. Let me start over. Why yes, slave, I will have my way with you." Losing control, she giggles. "I'm going to have fun with you. This so works for me being on top doesn't it? I agree no pain and no humiliation. It will be bondage lite. I think restraints add to the passion and pleasure." The tiger's grin widened as she spoke. "You're trying not to laugh at me aren't you? Well, here's the truth then. I have not done bondage before, although I have wanted to. What about you?"

"Never. I have been afraid to ask. I feel with you that it will be OK. It just seems right. I am so relieved that you are cool with it. I'm kinda getting hard again just thinking about it." He pours each of them another glass of wine and hands her one. He touches the rim of his glass to hers. "To kindred spirits brought together by accident."

Sharla is touched by his admission and his toast. "As I said, I have never done it either. I have never met a male who would let me be dominant, and I have never trusted a male to not take advantage if I let him tie me up." She purrs as she strokes his muzzle and drinks deep from her glass. "It's crazy that I feel I can trust a guy I just met in a bar." She puts down her glass and turns to put her butt against him as she pulls his arm over her. "This is nice, just cuddling in bed and talking. Most males just roll over and fall asleep after one round. It's new for me, and I really enjoy it."

"I am surprised that you don't have your pick of males. Every guy in that bar wanted to be with you. I see that now. It took me a little while to figure out that you must have told them all to go to hell before I got there. Damn. Did I get lucky tonight in more ways than one?" He licks behind her ears and squeezes her against him with his arms. "It does feel good to just lie here with you, but your scent and the sexy curviness of your body is getting me excited again. Can you feel something starting to poke you in the butt?"

"There are always males. Finding one I want to keep is another matter. And yes, you bad boy, I do feel a poke. Ready for some fun, or is that a rhetorical question?" She turns and kisses him; they linger over the kiss for a few minutes. "So, what do we have to play with, my slave lover?"

Disentangling himself reluctantly from her arms, Casey slides off the bed and points to the boxes. "Let explore what is in these boxes together. I know there was some bondage gear. Let's see if it is still here. Everyone working on the shoot was interested in checking this stuff out, although no one asked directly if they could take anything home." She rolls off the bed and joins him by the boxes. To encourage him back to full readiness, she rubs her paw up and down his growing erection as she waits for him to open the boxes. Some were open, but there were two that were still taped shut.

She finds a leather harness and hands it to Casey. "Put this on slave." It crosses over his chest, waist and around his thighs making him look like a gladiator without any pants. There are many metal rings that serve as tie down points. The leopardess also finds some shiny leather underpants that would just look darling on his tight ass, but she can't bear to have him cover up his beautiful cock that is now standing so proudly on display for her, so she tosses them aside. When she finds a tie down system that hooks to the bed, she hands it to him and orders him to connect it to the bedposts.

It was fun telling him what to do and watching as this big, strong tiger meekly complies. She also finds a leather outfit for herself that covers nothing of importance but gives her the look of a female who knows how to push males around. She squeals when she finds a pair of leather boots that fit and rise to just below her knees. The boots are covered in many unnecessary buckles and metal loops that make them intensely sexy. She puts her finds on and turns around.

Casey is staring at her open mouthed with a look of pure rapture on his face that is so full of lust and desire that she is afraid he is going to blow his load again just looking at her. "Avert your eyes slave! I did not say you could derive pleasure by looking at me." Obediently, he casts his eyes downward towards the red silk sheets.

"Yes, Mistress. I am sorry. Are you going to punish me?" There is an urgent note of pleading in his voice.

"I believe you know the answer," she replies. "Ask me for your punishment slave."

"Yes, Mistress. Please punish me and teach me to obey."

"I shall, but in my own time and my own way. You must stay still and do nothing unless ordered."

"Yes, Mistress."

She continues to dig in the boxes where she finds more interesting discipline toys including a paddle, a short purple leather cat-o-nine tails lash, a feather duster and more. She pulls a blindfold, collar, wrist and ankle cuffs out of one of the boxes. She tosses them in his face. "Put those on, now."

The assortment in the boxes was amazing. She has seen some of this stuff online, but cannot believe her luck. She has a male willing to play her submissive little kitten and more toys, bondage gear and clothes than she could desire.

When Casey was done rigging the bed and had put on the blindfold, collar, wrist and ankle cuffs, he stands next to the bed shifting from one hindpaw to the other in anticipation. Sharla moves over to him and runs the feather duster up and down his chest from his knees to his chin. She lightly swats his ass with the lash. "You have done well, slave, and have earned a reward." Kneeling down in front of him, she takes his cock into her muzzle, just the tip at first and then deep throats him, earning her a gasp of pleasure. "Don't move. Keep still." She strikes him again across his ass.

"Yes, Mistress."

Not wanting to push to cum too soon, she orders him onto the bed. "Lie down, slave; spread eagle." With the snap hooks attached to the bed harness system, she secures his hindpaws and forepaws. She then straddles him with her cunt over his face and her mouth over his cock. "Lick me slave. Make me cum, but hold back your release until I tell you that you may cum. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress." He is purring uncontrollably from the excitement and anticipation of what she will do. It was so incredibly erotic to have someone else in control and for him to be helpless. He licks her pussy and tastes the mixture of her cum and his own. He laps at her vigorously and pushes hard against her with his muzzle to please her as best he can with only his snout. He tries to make sure that he does not cum in her mouth, even though he desperately wants to do that again.

She is enjoying being the dominant one, and when she can tell it was all he could do to not cum in her mouth, she rolls away from him. She really wants his mouth on her, but she wants to ride him even more. She uses the feather duster and lash alternately to tease him. When she can wait no longer, she straddles him again, cowgirl. Reaching up, she removes the blind fold. She kisses him, tasting their sex flavors mingle in her mouth, and slides her tongue into his muzzle. She reaches for the glass of wine and downs the last of it. She kisses him again, hard. "I'm going to make you cum now lover, but not until I cum and tell you that you can, understand?"

She lowers herself down on his barbed cat cock until he is firmly seated deep inside of her sex. She then starts to ride him, alternating a slow and fast tempo. She runs her claws up and down his chest as she grinds against him, parting the fur into furrows with her claws like a farmer plowing a field.

He is completely helpless to do anything but enjoy whatever she does to him. For Casey, it is incredible. Watching her lithe body sway and flex as she rides up and down on his cock is insanely erotic. Four times in one night. He can't believe it. No female has ever made him feel like this. He senses the barbs on his cock scraping against the inside of her vagina every time she lifts upward. It is driving him mad with lust. Panting... breathing heavy... he strains against the bindings, he writhes helpless, unable to reach her. He wants to bite her hard, but cannot reach her neck. The frustration only adds to his arousal. "I understand. I will try not to be overcome by your passion and beauty, but it is hard. This is the hardest thing I have ever done."

His admission pleases her. He is so open and honest with her, and it adds to the passion making her feel so at ease - making it easy to relax and really enjoy the passion with him. She presses down hard with her pelvis against his to get him deep inside of her. She then looks him in the eyes and says, "Slave, I want to finish with you on me from behind, and I want you to make me cum with you and bite me as you do. Understand?" Frantically in agreement with that plan, all he could do was nod in response. She pulls up but not quite off of him and tries to reach the restraints. Growling in frustration, she strains futilely to reach them. Giving up, she pulls up off of his wonderful cock with a low roar of displeasure. She mollifies herself with a long appraisal of his spiny cock covered with her love juices as she unhooks one of his paws and then the other. She can feel the fur on her inner thighs becoming slick with her own fluids as she imagines feeling those ticklish barbs in her pussy again.

"Do you want me restrained while on top of you?" he asks. It seems more of a plea than a question, so she nods yes. He gets on his paws and knees. She hooks the restraints back to his wrists. Then she gets on her paws and knees in front of him with her butt inches from his snout. Her tail teasingly caresses his face.

"Is my stud slave ready to mount his mistress?"

"Yes," he croaks desperately.

"Does my slave need his mistress?"

"Yes."

"Will he fuck her hard like an animal so she cums like she has never cum before?"

"Yes, Mistress. I promise to fuck you hard and bite you when you cum."

"Very well." She inches backward slowly until her nice round butt slides under his snout. She continues to move back and under him. He inhales deeply, reveling in her scent, and lets his tongue slide over her fur from her firm, round buttocks, up the small of her back, to her shoulders and neck until his throbbing staff feels the warm wet opening of her sex. He is beyond restraint now and rams his cock inside of her as hard as he can within the limits of the restraints. Like an animal, he puts his weight on her in an attempt to pin her down. He drives himself in and out of her as hard and fast as he is capable.

Sharla cannot believe the incredible sexual response from him and in herself to their bondage play. It is an incredible sexual high, and she is completely lost in the thrill of this act. He is as determined to give her sexual satisfaction as he is to get it for himself. She screams and yowls with each hammer blow of his hips that drives his cock into her. The restraints keep him hooked to the bed at his hindpaws and his forepaws are gripping the iron bed frame so hard the muscles on his arms bulge and flex as though he is trying to bend the metal. His position gives her room to move and push back into his cock as he thrusts into her. They are like animals mating now, the height of passion and the position intensifies the feral feel of their sex.

Lost in the throes of his animal passion, Casey has no more control. He bites down hard on her neck with just enough restraint to keep himself from breaking the skin and drawing blood. She screams so loud, he thinks for a moment that someone outside will hear and call the police, but he doesn't care. Her orgasm is the most intense yet, and her vaginal grip on his cock is making him cum for an astounding fourth time this evening and wringing every drop left from his overworked balls. Releasing her neck, he roars to express the sheer magnitude of his delight in the only way he can. As he cums, he keeps pressing hard against her buttocks, driving her downward into the sheets. Instinct drives him to want his seed deep in her womb.

He collapses on top of her as they both gain their release, his paws still bound to the bed frame. She wriggled up enough to release his right paw and lets him unhook the left. When his paws are free, she grabs his paw and pulls it under her to keep him on top of her. She turns her face to him and nips at him. "Nuzzle me while we come down, lover." Sharla did not want this to end. She realizes one night will not be enough with this exquisite white tiger lover she has found, or rather had found her, in more ways than one tonight. She does not want to press or break the mood, so she just pulls him close and pushes her butt into him. She wants to stay here for a long time with him. She feels wanted and safe under his weight. She moves her tail over him and wraps it around his waist.

Casey is breathing heavily. He is spent. In response to her request, he nuzzles her neck and licks her where he had bitten her. It feels good to lie on top of her. It feels right. When her tail wraps possessively around him, it gives him the courage to ask what is on his mind. "Love?"

"Yes?" she answers sleepily.

"I don't want this to end. I want to be with you again tomorrow and the next day. Will you come home with me tonight?"

"Yes!" She thought to herself, but she responded as coyly as she could. "I think you can convince me to come with you," she licks his snout as she speaks. "I don't want it to end either. I like what has started here tonight. I want to be with you again, too, love."

***

It is past closing time at 'Love Potions'. The avian waitress is sitting astride the gator on top of the bar. They are both breathing heavily and the gator squeezes the bird's hips as he speaks. "Woo wee, cher, that was some ride."

"Well, I sure did enjoyed it too, honey. So, did that earn me the right to ask you a question, you ole bayou gator, you?"

"Depends on what the question is, darlin'."

"Since I have been working here these last few weeks, I've noticed you take a particular interest in certain couples that meet in the bar and serve them yourself."

"Go on."

"I was wondering why they always seem to leave together after you serve them. Especially when the drinks are served in those copper mugs you keep back there."

"Just a little nudge, a small push in the right direction is all, cher. Nothing bad. No evil juju."

The avian considers his admission and wonders. "What about you and me, and what happened here tonight?"

"Can't do nothing for myself, darlin'. I's just helping out the lonely people of this ol' world to maybe find a little happiness. Got a debt to pay is all."

"A debt?"

"One question, cher, just one."