FSE

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Every Man's Sin was a bar, a strip club, a casino, and unsurprisingly also a brothel. Located in the dead center of the old town district it was home to the majority of the city's less desirables. Money flowed freely through the streets in the form of black market goods, drugs, sex, and according to one vendor the cities' finest chili dogs. One of those things was questionable while the others came without question.

For someone to take a trip to Every Man's Sin they must have had a powerful need for something no traditional establishment could provide. Most of what Every Man's Sin provided wasn't technically illegal so long as it was done on the premises. The worst thing that would happen to a patron is a loss of reputation if someone else found out that they had tasted something that Every Man's Sin had to offer.

The streets outside were deathly cold this winter and were emptier than normal for this time of year as a result. Matthew had decided to take a triple cab trip to get to Every Man's Sin as a precaution. He drove his own vehicle to a park and ride facility then caught a cab to downtown, then walked around the block and flagged down a new taxi which took him to the Gallery about thirty minutes away. From there he hailed another cab and found himself just down the street from Every Man's Sin. He too was paranoid out of his mind at the thought that anyone he knew would discover where he'd gone tonight.

No one bothered him as he strolled the street. Police presence was less than what one might desire on a Friday night, but there was enough muscle employed by the majority of the street's businesses that crime was sometimes curiously low up and down this particular strip. There had been a number of high profile scandals of important people being caught with their pants down here, and he imagined that they were only the unlucky few that were caught. There were no doubt many other VIPs that came here in cognito and every business had lucrative incentives to keep things as orderly and safe as possible. One of the scandals did involve a senator after all.

“Evenin', card." The doorman in front of the establishment was to the point. The building was a bit ritzy on the outside, but it wasn't so much so that it outdid the neighboring decor. Everything was at least forty or fifty years old and had a brick and mortar feel to it rather than the steel and glass that other chunks of the city had developed.

The doorman was flanked by two men similarly dressed, but shorter in stature. It wasn't that the pair next to him were short, it was just that their boss wasn't a human. The other two guys were thugs in black suits and both were cut harder than Matthew could ever hope to be. The man asking for his card was a eight foot tower of canine muscle commonly called a Cur. Matthew was just a plain ole guy.

Curs were a manufactured people developed pre-war and then redesigned to help fight the war in the east once it became clear that conflict was no longer avoidable. Curs were nothing but raw power and this Cur at the door looked like he could have been right at home on the frontlines. The war ended about ten years ago and the legions of war curs created to fight it suddenly found themselves without a war left to fight. They were integrated shakily into the native population of humans no differently than they had the civilian brand curs. The western powers had created them, begrudgingly, and now they had to house them. The countries in the East had no desire to have them within their borders. Being halfway annihilated built up a hatred in people that most felt was understandable given the circumstances. Curs in western developed battle armor were like walking tanks and trained to be about as deadly.

Matthew showed the cur his ID. He was twenty three, but his ID had an old high school photo from when he first got his license. He had thankfully outgrown the likeness.

“Get a new picture kid, but go on in. See the desk bitch to get a pass." the Cur stepped aside and one of the two guys behind him opened the door for him. The temperature in the foyer was much warmer and he knew his jacket would start to feel uncomfortable after a while.

“Hello, sir. How may I help you today?" A lady to the right got his attention. She was a well dressed civvie cur that looked to be no taller than five foot. Under her curiously modest red cocktail dress she had white fur with artificial fur markings on her face and neck that gave the visual effect of making her appearing demure and childish.

“Y-yeah. I've never been here before. The guy outside said I needed a pass." He told her. Now he was feeling the first bites of nervousness at being here at Every Man's Sin.

“If Johnny Rock says you need a pass then you must not have been here before!" She giggled. “He remembers everyone with these." She pointed a finger cutely at one eye. War curs were bred with the photographic memories. If a war cur says they've seen you before, it's because they have. Having one as a doorman probably makes letting regular customers in a simpler affair.

“Yeah, I guess so." Matthew told her. He was starting to feel cold and hot at the same time.

“Everything here is made for your privacy, sir. People might know you got to the door, but after that, we assure everything here stays here! Kinda like Las Vegas, but in a building!" She was so chipper. “Now, please, let me see your ID and let me have a look at your darling hands!"

He pulled out his ID and let her have it. He put his elbows on the desk and had his hands at the ready. She swiped his ID through her reader and then pulled a plastic card no different than his ID from a console installed in her desk and held it out to him. She held it lengthways by the two corners closest to her.

“Please press and hold your thumbs really tight and still over the two white squares!" She asked him. On the two corners of the card that she wasn't holding there was indeed a pair of white squares. He'd seen cards like this before, but had never had cause to use them before. He gently grabbed the card and squeezed his thumbs on the corners. “Doot doot, doot doot, done!"

“I do a little jingle to time it right!" She told him and let go over her end of the card.

“Ok, thank you." he told her. He saw that he now had left two very distinct thumb prints on each corner of the card.

“With you new pass you can use it the same as you can your ID! We have secure terminals in the lobby for you to use to sync up any bank accounts you need to your pass. When you swipe your pass here at Every Man's Sin you can rest assured that everything your bank sees is legal and clean. Privacy and security is our number one goal! Making you happy is number two." She started off chipper as she had been up until her last sentence, which was strikingly deeper and lustier in contrast. He suddenly felt his face turn hot as it was now abundantly clear by her demeanor that she was probably much more than a “desk bitch" as the cur outside had noted.

“T-thank you. I guess I can go in now?" He asked her timidly. She nodded and licked her lips, which revealed the typical canine teeth curs were known to have.

“My name is Lissy. If you're ever here before 5pm I'd like to show you how cute lil things like me show cute new customers how happy they can be." He nodded and quickly retreated to the door. He felt himself turn redder due to the fact she was giggling in that same deeper voice that did little to match her initial persona.

Once inside, the true inside, of Every Man's Sin he was greeted to the noise and sight of people. There were easily a hundred people in view from his vantage point across three levels of floors. The carpeting was fine cherry, the walls and ceilings were of stained wood, and every piece of metal from door handles to trim was of polished gold.

The atmosphere had a Great Gatsy feel to it, or maybe something Humphrey Bogart would have found himself in on a movie set. It had class even if the people partaking of it didn't measure up to match. He saw the finely dressed and also the not so refined, much like himself. It seemed the only real requirement there was was money. He'd saved up enough to be in the clear for tonight, so he didn't think he'd have any trouble here for a birthday celebration to himself. Didn't prevent him from feeling out of place.

“Sir?" A human gent in a black suit got his attention with a polite cough. He was formal and professional, much like most of the other employees that he saw. All the men were dressed as butlers and waiters in black nicely tailored suits and the women were dressed as maids and waitresses. He noted several civvie curs in suits and dresses walking about speaking to and serving patrons. You really could find everything here it seemed.

“Yes, hello." he said awkwardly.

“Is there anything I can help you find today? You seem a little lost, and our dear girl at the front desk alerted the staff that we had a new patron. How can we be of service?" he asked him confidently like he'd done this a million times before, and who knows, maybe he had? The dude looked like he was in his early forties.

“Um, well, uh, I was hoping to enjoy my birthday and came here." Matthew told him. The man smiled and extended his hand, palm up and open.

“Well then, let me see your ID and pass, sir." he asked politely, and once again Matthew produced his ID and now the new pass he'd been given. He wondered how many times he was going to have to show this. The gentleman looked at his ID with a new expression of scrutiny then at his pass, and seeming satisfied, he smiled again before returning his cards. “Come along, sir, let me introduce you to one of our assistants. She'll be more than happy to help you figure out how you should enjoy your birthday."

Matthew followed the man. The room they were in was styled like a lounge with casual seating and several private booths with computer terminals. There were two floors above them that overlooked where they were. People mingled and leaned against the wooden handrails sipping at their cocktails and dining on finger foods.

“I need to see a terminal, sir. I don't have an account set up." Matthew told the man.

“Oh, no need, sir. Meredith will see to that." The man replied without concern.

They came to a set of open double wooden doors that led through to the casino part of the building. The noise of people talking was now joined by the clinks and tinkling of roulette balls and poker chips. It was a lot like he'd expected of a casino though he'd never personally been to one. There were probably another hundred or two people scattered about various tables and wet bars. He wasn't familiar with gambling much but he felt he recognized at least 6 different games being played.

“Madam Meredith is a fine woman that knows how to make sure every guest is satisfied when they leave. I'm certain you will be pleased. Now if you will." He said. Matthew had been led to another open doorway that led away from the sprawling casino behind them and into a long hallway with numerous doors. It reminded him of a hotel. “Down this hallway and to the right. Now I must return to the lounge, sir, enjoy your stay."

And he was left alone. The noise of slot machines and dealers made for strange ambiance given his nerves and butterflies. Now he was wondering what he had been thinking. He started down the hallway and found that it really was a lot like a hotel. The doors were numbered in sequence. But the numbers were higher. He was seeing twenty one, twenty two, and so on.

At the end of the hall he found a small table with a decorative plant and a small bowl of complimentary mints. He was tempted to take a mint out of habit. They looked like they were the soft sugary kind.

“Good evening, sir." A woman spoke from his right and he jumped. “Oh! I'm so sorry, I snuck up on you like a cat."

He turned to apologize himself for jumping, but found himself mute when he finished his pivot. The woman's voice had a depth and bass that should have been a clue to him, but he wasn't very familiar with the voices that accompanied war curs. The woman who had startled him was almost as tall as the doorman outside. She was massive at almost a full eight feet. The female cur was slate grey in her coloring with no markings that he could see. She watched him with eyes that were the color of pale pewter while waiting for his reply.

“Um, no no, it's not a problem." He did finally say, and a bit too quickly for it to have sounded anything close to confident. The cur smiled a toothy smile. She was wearing all black. Her cocktail dress hugged her so tight that the material was stretching around her curves. She had either traded away her muscle for cushion or simply put cushion over her muscle to disguise it. No, it was certainly the latter. War curs are never not covered in muscle. Matthew knew she had to be ripped even if her dress only letting him see curves that couldn't fit in anything that wasn't tailored to her measurements.

“Like what you see?" she asked him. He wasn't sure how obvious his staring was, but dared to think that perhaps it was a lot.

“Y-you are very… uh, attractive, ma'am." He hesitated, and to that she smiled again, but more gently with a half lidded gaze from her grey eyes. She stepped up to him and took hold of his shoulders. He'd never felt his height of 5 foot 6 more than he did in that moment. Hers was the largest bust he'd ever seen in person and she was throwing it right in his face.

“I've never seen you here before. You must be a new patron, sweetheart." She said. She ran her fingers through his hair and licked her teeth. “Do you like me?"

“Y-yeah." he could only whisper. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hugged him close. His head was buried in her chest with only thin fabric between him and her. The feel of her body heat radiating against him was like standing near a heater. He felt like he was sweating ice water.

“My my, Jupiter, being scandalous in our hallway?" Another female voice, harsh in tone, spoke from behind the wall of curves that was embracing him in a way he felt helpless to fend against. The war cur pulled herself away quickly but delicately.

“We did not get that far, ma'am." The cur said. Her name was apparently Jupiter. Matthew could now see the woman that had saved him from becoming eaten like a morsel. She was human, a lady in her thirties dressed like a lawyer in a sharp pantsuit. The lady looked him up and down, like she was assessing him, and then smiled wryly at Jupiter.

“Judging by his condition you were certainly near to." She scolded, but it sounded more playful now. Jupiter looked down submissively at nothing in particular. It must have been a rule to not… do things in the hallways. He was now also painfully aware that he was presenting himself in a rather hard way that would not go down.

“Would you like a room with Miss Jupiter, sir?" She asked him directly, not hiding her downward glance at his groin before looking at his face with eyes that had a inner dance to them and a smile that was certainly meant to be coy. Being eyed up by two women was more than Matthew had expected to get today when he woke up this morning.

“I, uh, was suppose to find someone named Meredith." The lady's expression immediately changed from coy to scolding with her directing herself back at Jupiter.

“That would be me! Jupiter, git, you're keeping young men from my office." Meredith scolded the war cur again and she apologized and stepped aside and continued down the hallway away from them. As she left she made sure to let her hand brush its palm up and over his shoulder as she passed him by. “Come along, sir. Be my guest."

He stiffly followed Meredith. It was a short walk, but it felt like a walk of shame given his condition.

“Now, why would you be directed at my office?" she asked him politely while offering him a chair in her modestly sized office. It was like a business office. Nothing sexual about it, which seemed awfully out of place all things considered.

“I was asked if I needed help, and I told the man that I was going to celebrate my birthday. He pointed me here." he explained to her while she seated herself. She raised an eyebrow and gathered herself on her side of the desk.

“How old are you?" she asked and he suddenly felt embarrassed for having been asked. He'd been old enough for a lot of things for a couple of years but everyone still asked.

“I'm 23." He told her.

“New patron?" she asked.

“Yes, ma'am." He replied. She smiled big. She must be in some kind of sales department for her to smile like that at the discovery of a new customer.

“Let me see," she began and he was already moving his hand to his pocket to retrieve it, “your ID."

She looked at his ID and seemed pleased. She swiveled her computer monitor to face both of them. Her background was of one of those fluffy white cats with the smooshed faces. It wasn't a professional photo, but rather a candid snapshot. She was likely a single thirtysomething. “Let me show you what we have." She told him. She navigated the screen with a finger, as it was apparently a touch screen.

“We have special deals for new customers and recurring ones. In your case, since you came here on your birthday and are a new patron to our services, we can actually offer you a discounted rate for today. So feel free to… reassess your budget." She explained, continuing her smile. “Now, let me see your pass so I can check your account."

He gave her his pass and she swiped it through a slot on the side of her monitor.

“You don't have a bank account synced I see. I can help you with that." She did more stuff on the screen until he was finally looking at something familiar. “You can input your credentials here and we'll be set to move forward."

He spent a few minutes getting that done while she waited. He turned the monitor back to her but she caught it and readjusted it back so they could both see. She used a wireless mouse this time to navigate to a new page.

“Are you here for gaming, pleasure, dining? Tell me what it is you are most hungry for." She asked him almost seductively. The screen was designed like a storefront. He saw women, food, drinks, a little of everything. Everything they had was right there on a platter to tease you into having as much of everything as your pocketbook would allow. He'd only come here for one reason though.

“I, uh, was hoping to stay the night with someone." He told her. She navigated the page to a new one, with lots of faces, human and cur, male and female. All smiling and showing a variety of emotions ranging from lust, to joy, and even mischief. There appeared to be someone for every person's tastes, right there on display like a buffet of carnal debauchery.

“Your preference of lover? Male or female? Human? Cur?" she asked briskly.

“Um. Female, please." he told her. He felt nervous at being made to pick a species. Would it look bad if it picked a human over a cur? Or would it look worse to pick cur? He'd never been in a situation where he'd have to pick between people. His hesitation was counted as a lack of a preference.

“Ok, here, and you didn't say human or cur so I sorted them by only female. So there is a mix. I can drive, or you can." She offered the mouse. He hesitated but then decided to drive the cursor himself. He looked at all the pretty faces and was unsure of what to do apart from scroll. The list was long.

“This is a lot of people." He said out loud. While scrolling he spotted a white furred face that was familiar but carried on. Another time, perhaps.

“We cater to all tastes." She said, almost with pride. He kept scrolling through the list of some forty something women. He saw the dark grey face of a cur and hesitated.

“What happens if I click on one?" he asked her.

“You'll go to their profile, sir. Have you found someone?" she asked him while looking at the screen. She saw where the cursor was resting. “Oooh. I see. Click on her."

He clicked as instructed.

“Jupiter is a very confident girl in our employ. She does not have the same mileage as many of our other girls do, but this isn't due to a lack of skill on her part. War curs are… an experience not all men can find themselves brave enough to taste." She explained. The profile showed a full body clothed shot of Jupiter wearing a dress and stockings. There were profile shots of her head and face, too. She apparently was 7 feet and 10 inches tall. Her weight was curiously missing. He'd knew he'd have laughed at her hiding her weight as per the feminine cliche if he wasn't already so nervous about looking her… love profile. In a brothel.

“She's very assertive." He admitted out loud.

“Oh, she is. Do you like that? She's available." Meredith asked him.

“I-it's for the whole night?" He asked her.

“A night. An hour. 5 minutes in heaven. Here are her rates. I've included the discount." She showed him. He looked at her rates and saw that they were less than what he had walked in expecting. He was feeling his heart flutter. His birthday budget was going to get him more than he was expecting. He might actually have spending money left over for this month!

“Can I have room service, too?" He asked her.

“Of course. Our bar and kitchen are at your service, sir." She replied looking very pleased.

“I'd like, to uh, visit her." He finally said, after a pause.

“Of course, sir. I'm sure she'll be delighted." She replied with a knowing smile. She turned the monitor back toward her and returned his cards to him. “Down the hall, all the way. Room number 34. It'll be on your left. She'll know you're coming."

After leaving her office the hallway felt long like someone had stretched it out like hot taffy. He took a mint when he passed by the little table with the plant and bowl. It was chewed and swallowed almost instantly in his effort to freshen his already toothpaste fresh breath. He was stalling, he knew. The numbers on the doors were getting bigger, but he felt like they were too rapidly approaching the number he was awkwardly seeking.

Twenty eight.

She, Jupiter, was a war cur. She could snap him into pieces. That's what they were engineered for. The kind of engineering that levels cities with rockets and grenades. They were terrifying in a fight. Bone crushing strength and speed fit for the olympics!

Thirty.

He remembered when he was twelve. The news was exploding with live video from an assault in Syria. He was in class and his teacher wheeled in a projector and started playing the news on the wall. He said the war was going to end soon. The news was saying it, too. The war that started when he was growing his first awkward teenage mustache was finally going to end.

Thirty two.

The news playing out of the white concrete wall was showing a moving line of allied troops. It was a mix of American and EU troops. There were tanks and trucks, and lots of men in body armor and guns. But what he remembered most the massive armored soldiers the news kept calling curs. The killing machines that had promised to bring a swift end to the war.

Thirty four.

Here. He breathed. The door was solid and silent. He looked at the gold numbers patiently tacked into the wood and made obscenely level like the builder had a case of OCD. The wood was clearly stained with lacquer, but had imperfections from someone who must never have brushed stain on a wood before. He breathed and knocked. The door was opening moments later.

“Why hello again." She greeted him. He was again at the mercy of the sight of her. She was so intimidating in her poise, her physique, her presentation. She had changed her outfit for him. The dress was the same black color but it was now a different cut. It rode so high up her hips that he would see her crotch if he so much and knelt to tie his laces. She had matching thigh highs and elbow gloves. Her attire was assembled to attack his senses. It was a tactically efficient series of optical assaults designed to keep his eyes moving across her features and leave him off balance. It was her curves, her strength, her bust, her attitude that was so startling in their perfect combination. Considering that she was a war cur it seemed perfectly complementary to her original purpose.

“H-hi." She stepped aside and made room for him to enter. Her presence in the doorway was beckoning him like the pull of gravity. He felt himself being drawn slowly into the room and immediately felt her near him. She was so close and he could smell a perfume on her. Something rich and deep almost like cologne, but coming from her it felt right, heady. She shut the door with a push and immediately was wrapping herself around him from behind.

“You're so tense." She commented while pressing her chest against the back of his head. He kept his hands at his sides in bewilderment. “I think someone has never been to a bordello before."

“Y-yeah." He admitted to her, but found himself unable to vocalize more. His heart was pounding out through his ears as she baked him with her heat. Her hands traced up and down his arms while she breathed through his hair.

“It's easy, sweetheart. You've already come this far. Now all that's left is to let me make you happy." she told him hungrily, before whispering. “I'd like you fuck me."

Her teeth clicked next to his ear as she spoke and he couldn't suppress the shiver that ran through him. Her face was pressing next to his own. “It's cold outside. Save your shivers for out there."

She stepped around him without letting her arms leave his body. There was so much of her it was like he was being sucked into her presence with no room for argument in sight. He didn't even know what the room looked like! All of his senses were glued on her.

“But if you're still feeling a bit of chill," she told him. Her hips pressed against his. “There's plenty of heat right here."

And again, like before, she pulled him into her with an embrace. He was awash with her body heat once more and with her hands tracing up and down his spine affectionately he shivered again from the raw nerves and excitement lancing through his body.

She reached low and tucked a hand under one of his ass cheeks. She was groping him firmly with her right while her left continued to make journeys across his spine. Her nose bumped his forehead and he felt it was cold like a dogs'. She pushed her snout lower until she was full on nuzzling his face with enough affection to make his mother's dachshund jealous. “Touch me, sweetheart. I'm yours." She whispered between his eyes before dipping lower to plant her ebony lips onto his.

He shut his eyes reflexively and gasped into her mouth as she forced her tongue between his lips. Her silky digit was wide and powerful like nothing he'd felt before. She was licking the inside of his mouth by the time he found the courage to caress her rear with both hands. She was forceful with her tongue and sparred with his own while taking turns to lick at his teeth and the roof of his mouth. She said she was his, but by her own actions it was clear his mouth was for her to explore. He felt lightheaded under her assault.

There was little her could do but grope her ass awkwardly while she assaulted his mouth. Her hands were still wandering up and down his back until they retreated to force their way between them both. She pulled the zipper of his jacket down until it unclipped at the waist and he found himself being relieved of his outer layer with strong arms forcing it off him without pause. His hands felt suddenly cold without her tush against his palms.

Her fingers found the top button of his shirt and she began the process of undoing each one with a deliberate pace. Matthew gasped for air when she broke their kiss so she could plant wet licks and kisses against his jawline and neck to follow the growing v neck created by each newly undone button. She was kneeling more and more to trace her lips lower and lower to touch upon his collarbone, his nipples, his sternum. He jumped when he felt her playful nip at his bellybutton.

“I smell cologne in an unusual place." she said as she hooked her fingers in his waistline. She drug her digits together slowly and he felt the fine fur of her fingers glide like velvet over his skin. Her thumbs helped pop his button. Matthew held his breath as she pulled down on his zipper. His eyes were glued on her face. Her canine features were predatory. She glanced up and caught him watching her. Her eyes locked with his.

“I could make a pun about bones or treats, but I think that you're too mature for comedy, sweetheart. You look like a fan of action." She reached her hand deep into his pants through his now open front and cupped his groin in her hand. He sucked in air with a gasp as she fondled his long since rigid member. “Though I think I'll be getting boned either way."

“You want me soft? Or hard?" she asked while still eyeing him from her knees. Her size kept her from being too low, but she was still having no trouble at all getting access to his crotch.

“I-I, uh," he stuttered. Her grip was careful and firm as she danced her fingertips across his nuts while her thumb probed and rubbed at his shaft.

“Am I your first cur? Or maybe I'm just your first dog of war?" she leaned close and planted her chin against his bare midriff. She kept staring at him while her one hand played with him and her other reached around to grope at his ass.

“You're, uh," he felt his mouth dry as a desert. “You're, uh, my first."

She licked at his belly and removed her hand from his pants before hooking her thumbs in the belt loops at his sides. Tugging his waistline down with her thumbs and grabbing the hem of his boxers with her teeth she pulled his bottoms down. Matthew felt his legs tremble as he felt her exhale across his now exposed member. His rigid member was now free to air and she was inhaling his scent and burying her nose into his groin.

“Oh God!" His knees threatened to buckle but she supported him with her hands gripping his ass. Her tongue had found its mark on his nuts and she was now sliding it around each nut like she was examining their quality. His cock was bumping her snout as she worked.

“Hands on my shoulders, sweetheart." She retrieved one hand and probed between his legs to rub and prod behind his testicles to tease at the tender flesh that laid between his nuts and pucker. His knees buckled again and he caught himself by grabbing onto her shoulders. She didn't budge an inch from her squat and kept assaulting him with her mouth and hands. He was trembling and panting over her.

Pulling away from him she gave him one last look before diving right back in with her tongue hitting his glans before engulfing his member with her mouth in a gulp. Matthew gasped as her nose punched his stomach. He noticed the swallowing and suction almost as soon as he felt her hands reattach themselves to his ass to pull him into her gulping jaws.

Matthew threw more of his weight on her shoulders as his body threatened to fall forward from her attentions. His sensitivity was buckling him until he was hunched over her bobbing head. He tried to readjust his grip, but to take away a hand from her shoulder was to nearly risk a fall forward, and his hand instead caught itself on her head for a save, which didn't phase her in the least.

He found one of her ears and gripped it like a handle. She seemed to like this and looked up at him while continuing to nurse on his member. Smiling around his cock she returned her focus with eyes shut to her work while Matthew clung to her ear. Matthew grabbed the other side of her head and found her remaining ear. She moaned around his dick and started bobbing harder while her suction tightened and increased in its rapidity.

“Oh shit…" He was panting over her with his hands guiding her head like a fleshlight. He'd never felt a sensation like this one. Her tongue was rippling along the underside of his cock while her teeth gently teased at his skin. It was almost too much sensation to register with any coherence as he unknowingly began to thrust his hips and pull at her ears.

She grunted and purred under him as his instincts drove him to clench his muscles to fight back his urge to release. He couldn't even look at her with how difficult he found it to hold off his fast approaching climax. He gasped freely over her while pounding his hips into her snout to bury as much of himself as he could into her eagerly sucking orifice.

When he finally came it was violent and hard. His eyes screwed themselves shut and he felt her grip his nuts and massage them rubbing at his inner thigh with her other hand. He'd saved up so much for this night that he felt like he was being turned inside out with pleasure as he drained himself into her gulping jaws. She was swallowing everything he gave her.

“Sh-shit, oh shit…" he was struggling to catch his breath. Matthew opened his eyes and looked down at her to see her nose buried hard in his crotch with her eyes watering heavily while she looking up at him happily. He panicked and pulled back and let go over her ears and almost lost his balance on legs that were close to jello-like in their consistency.

“It was cute watching you let loose, sweetheart." She licked her lips clean of stray cum and rubbed his outer thighs.

“I, I'm sorry, I-" he started quickly.

“Shh, shh, I wear mascara for a reason." She shushed him and lifted a hand and smoothed the fur down under one eye. Her eyes were bleeding black from her running mascara, but her expression was showing nothing but delight.

He swallowed and felt himself blush when he realized she was visibly excited. Her nipples her straining against the front of her dress. Matthew hesitated, then reached out a hand to caress her face, which she happily accepted and leaned her head into.

“So," she said whilst gently rubbing herself into his hand. She reached up and touched that same hand and squeezed it affectionately. “How did I compare?"

“Y-you," Matthew could only pant, but it wasn't his breath that had him hesitating on his words. “You were my first."

Her eyebrows lifted briefly before she slid into a coy grin that threatened to widen into a toothy smile. She stood and drug her hands up his sides to follow his every contour until again her breasts were in his face.

“I am your first, sweetheart?" she asked him.

“Y-yes." he replied from between her cleavage. She took his shirt by the shoulders and slid it off his arms. Now he was in his birthday suit.

“Am I overdressed?" she asked him.

“Yes." he boldly buried his face between her heavy bust and relished in the feel of her softness behind the thin layer of fabric that strained to contain her chest.

She took his hands in hers and guided them to her hips. With her fingers interlaced with his she pulled his digits under the hem of her dangerously short dress. The fabric stretched to accommodate their hands and her felt the elastic give and tug at his knuckles. The dress was taught like a rubber band trying to contain her figure.

His fingertips were taken to the strings of her thong and he was guided into sliding them down her wealthy hips until finally they cleared the hump of her luscious thighs. The delicate pair dropped to her ankles.

“Do you think you can pull off my little dress, sweetheart? Or do I need to teach you?" She grinned down at him hungrily with teeth that were glossy and white they were like the teeth of a great white smiling at him with their predator edges. Matthew felt himself stirring again in the pit of his loins in ways he'd never felt after such a recent orgasm. He'd never had so much in front of him before that wasn't internet porn.

Matthew found the edge of her dress and hesitantly tugged it up her hips without letting his eyes leave her face. Their eyes were locked onto each other as her dress pulled around her waist with its elastic retracting until he had to tug it open again as he met the rise of her ribcage. The silky fabric strained around the curvature of her breasts, and he jumped with a start when her hands grabbed him gently by the waist. She chuckled as she waited for her dress to clear her tits.

He watched her breasts compress and deform beneath the binding pull of her dress as he tugged it upwards. With an ever greater resistance meeting his efforts he felt her chest was fighting the elastic until finally they finally popped free and dropped like stones in front of him to bounce firmly before settling still after a moment's worth of jiggle.

“Not done yet." She told him as she lifted her arms away from him and over her head. He had to pull away from her breasts and look back up at her, where her eyes again caught him with their gaze. He shimmied her dress up her arms by reaching as high as he could until she shook her head through the hole in the neck and slid her arms through the shoulders herself. She took the dress in hand and tossed it aside and stepped out from her thong.

“How do you want to fuck me, sweetheart?" she asked him and he was clueless on where to start. He could only stare at her through the valley of her breasts.

“You could have me on my back." She told him softly. Her hands found his shoulders and she gripped him firmly like a masseuse.

“Or I could ride you like a horse." She continued while rubbing her palms into the sides of his neck with a gentle firmness.

“Or you could fuck me like a dog." She grabbed him by the sides of the head tightly and rubbed her thumbs against the outer rim of his ears. Her fingernails gently stroked through the hair on the back of his head and rubbed his scalp.

“Does my sweetheart want me to be his bitch?" She asked him. He opened his mouth silently. Her gaze was now so smoldering he felt himself sweating just from her eyes. He felt like he was standing in a sauna with her so near to him. She leaned forward until her nose was an inch from his own. Her tongue flicked across his lips before her mouth clamped down onto his. The kiss stole from him what little breath she had left him with and when they broke apart he was panting hard for air. Her teeth clung to his bottom lip lightly until she let it pop free.

“Treat me like a dirty bitch!" She told him sharply. Jupiter's eyes had welded their gaze upon him. Their hot glare reminded him that she was a war cur and she swept him up into her need like a boat adrift in a raging current. “Fucking molest me!"

He grabbed each of her heavy breasts and captured her plump nipples within his palms. The tender flesh was bare against his skin while his fingertips brushed through the fine fur coating each breast. Her bust was fat and healthy and he squeezed until he heard her wince and growl. He watched her excitedly as she sneered and grinned with teeth gleaming. She pushed her chest deeper into his grip and grabbed him by the wrists. Jupiter coaxed him into being rougher and harsher with his hands to twist and squeeze at her until he felt her areola plump in his palms. Her had her panting and grunting from the stress she was coercing him to inflict upon her.

Her whole body was hot. She was like a storm, an inferno, and he was caught within her eye. However, the eye of her storm was not calm. To be caught by her felt like being ensnared by a dark succubi, a temptress whose aim was to draw out from you your essence and take you to the edge of your moral fiber. Trapped by the terrible whirlwind of her presence he was alone with her with his hands buried into the heat of her body.

“You don't make love to curs like me sweetheart," she told him with half lidded eyes that flinched with every other rough gesture he made against her sensitive tits. He was being taught expertly how to punish her breasts with squeezes and tugs upon her flesh that drew out the groans and moans she so badly wanted to pass between her lips. “You make war to us!"

Matthew took the initiative she wanted and shoved her backwards. She understood his intention and let herself drop onto the bed behind her. Immediately she went spread eagle and he pounced on her. His face met with her stomach and he felt her warmth caress his face. His hands roamed her body quickly and wildly with a desperate that scarcely left them in one place for too long. He felt the muscles until the flesh of her softness and knew that he could never hope to hurt her. She was so powerful that touching and groping her made it perfectly clear that he could do whatever he wanted to her and she would not be ever threatened. Her gift to him was her submission. So powerful a body and yet it was all his to own and plunder as he pleased!

He crawled over her and planted his lips on one of her nipples and sucked and pulled at it with his lips and teeth. The nub of her teat rolled against the flat of his tongue as he explored and savoured her nipple. Matthew felt her grab the back of his head to hold him onto her breast like a child. He felt the soft meat of her breast press around his nose and cheeks as he nursed from her breast hungrily.

Matthew struggled to find her crotch with his eyes blinded and swallowed by the flesh of the breast in his face. She grabbed his hand and pulled it down onto her pussy and for the first time he felt wet folds against his trembling fingers. He rubbed his eager digits across her lips and she whined and massaged the back of his head eagerly while he played with her.

“Grope my pussy, sweetheart." She cooed until his admittedly amateur attentions. His fingertips trailed between her drenched opening and labia until he was rubbing her up and down the length of her pussy from base to clit. Her pleasure nub was now plump and excitable and he felt the muscles of her body tense underneath him every time he brushed her clit with a finger.

“Oh, do filthy things to me." she encouraged him. The hand that guided him to her pussy was stroking his arm passionately as he in turn stroked her. Matthew's hand hesitated, but he steeled himself. She grabbed his arm when she felt his hand leave her pussy, but she cried out in surprise when he gave her crotch a quick slap.

“Sweetie!" She panted and squirmed against him as her abdominals twitched underneath her fur in surprise. She was panting and burying her nose into his hair. He spanked her pussy again and she let out another sharp cry and arched her back. She let go of his arm and planted it behind his neck to hold him close against her. He tugged free of her nipple and let her bury him in her cleavage. He felt himself being devoured by the valley of her chest and he could only lay in with his abuse in response.

Several more times he swatted her pussy and each time she jerked and cried out in higher pitches and plethoras of whimpering whines. She was soaking his hand as much as the bedding while he punished her cunt with his fingers and palms. She bit at his hair, clawed at his back, moaned and panted like the cliche'd whore she was being paid to be. Gasping and yelping she was a bitch under his rough attentions and he felt empowered and emboldened by her!

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" She whined pitifully, and his cock, which had long since grown hard again, was rigid and stabbing at her side fruitlessly. Her noise and eagerness was like a invigorating draught that could restore him over and over again to please her. “Please, take me!"

He slid himself between her thighs and found his mark quickly. With one motion he was sheathed inside her. He was drawn deep right down to the base of his cock by her slick folds. He felt trapped by her inner walls as the twitched and clenched. Clamping, twitching around him in spasms she hungrily devoured him like her folds were a mouth through which she fed her lust.

“Don't stop!" she pleaded and drug her fingernails down his back to leave trails down his skin. He gave her a thrust and she made a noise that was one part gasp and one part bark. A choking noise knocked out from within her as his hips popped against hers a second time. The trusts continued and so did her noise. Like a dog in heat she was whimpering and panting with a hunger he was certain that only his rod could satisfy.

She couldn't stop clawing at him while he pounded into her rapidly. He made up for his lack of technique with his intensity and his clenched teeth brand of stamina. He felt blue from his head to his toes as he thundered into her with held breaths and gasping inhales.

“Fuck me, sweetie, fuck me, cum in your big dirty bitch!" she was cussing between her moans and gasps. Jupiter was loud and growing louder with her voice genuine with excitement and thrill. Her cherry boy was plucking himself with her juicy cunt and she was sounding out her pleasure for all who could hear with screams that could have been the envy of the other working girls in the brothel. Her voice was so loud it hurt his ears.

She was so tough and she wanted him to do such dirty things to her, but she was so terribly loud. He reached up with a hand and snapped her muzzle shut with a firm grip and held it that way as he pounded her pussy. Her surprise was muffled but she did not a thing to break from his grip. Her moans and cries were now poorly muted and only escaped as she inhaled and exhaled rapidly through her nose. Jupiter gripped him by the hair on the back of his head and held tight to him as he in turn clung to her. Her hips rocked and gyrated underneath Matthew's own to beckon and encourage him to seed her, to finish his bitch.

There were no words to be spoken between them as their bodies met. The grunts and groans and muffled cussing was more than enough audio to satisfy their need for communication. Matthew's previous orgasm had given him the stamina to persevere this long into their union, but he was nearing his treacherous limit. He was so close and closing tight. His loins burned raw from her clenching muscles constricting his shaft like a vice and his nuts ached like he'd been denied a hard release. He felt betrayed by his own body as his mind begged for more, but his loins begged for a finish.

Matthew came so hard it hurt. Jupiter felt it pelt her insides and she quickly grabbed his ass and wrapped her legs around him to hold him in place. He was welded to her hips by her vice like grip on his torso as he emptied himself for the second time in his whore. It was a wordless orgasm with his mouth agape. Jupiter massaged the back of his head and whimpered affectionately at him.

He finally went limp after what felt like ages. Everything below the neck felt like dead weight and his scalp hurt from her hand holding the back of his head. He let go of her mouth and she nipped his hand playfully before licking it with her broad tongue. Her digit explored between his fingers then retreated as she kissed and licked at his face. Her hands stroked his back, but her legs refused to unwrap themselves.

“Sweetie sweetheart…" she cooed at him. “I hope you enjoyed yourself."

“Uh… huh." he replied breathlessly. He felt hollowed out after his ordeal. Empty of strength and vitality in a way he'd never before experienced.

“As soon as you're ready," she relaxed her grip on him with her legs until they rested on the bed at her sides, leaving her spread eagle. “you can fuck me again however you'd like."

He weakly buried his face into the fur of her chest and she shifted her body to catch him between her breasts. Her valley again swallowed him up with her breasts not pillows of warmth that had no equal in his memory. He felt himself glued to her like a magnet. She was inescapable. His body wasn't just overcome with a feeling of deadweight. He felt like gravity itself was pushing down on him to hold him tight to her prone form.

“How come… you're name is… Jupiter." The largest planet in the solar system with a gravity so strong it could suck you in and never let go. It could drag you into the hellish storm raging on its surface where you'd be lost in its fury. She giggled lightly at him, her voice now showing signs of lost energy,

“I'm literally their largest girl, sweetheart." She replied.

“Oh." he had felt certain there would have been a more poetic reason to her name. He had been drawn here, pulled as if by some unseen force. Again, passed their doors he had been guided and tugged along as if by invisible leashes and ties. He had sworn that the gravity of Every Man's Sin had dragged him here to this bedroom to be devoured by the hungry pull of a cur.