# Act 1: Chapter 1- Jet Lag

Author: Rob Stirling
Tags: Bedroom, Biting, Blowjob, Breasts, Cowgirl, Cum, Doe, Female, Handjob, Humor, Hyena, Kissing, Lioness, M/F, Male, Naked, Oral, Polar Bear, Sex, Straight, Vagina, black wolf, clit, hotel, orgasm

Isla Animalia. A true tropical paradise seated in the heart
of the South Pacific Ocean, over ten thousand square miles of land with a
population of roughly two million. The lone island attracts people from all
over the world for its beautiful landscape, amazing food and the freedom to get
lost in your own joy.
The Island is governed as an independent state. Many nations
have tried to place claim on the island. The United States, Russia, Japan,
Great Britain, Argentina, Australia. The list was long. The dispute went on
until the end of the cold war and the responsibility of the Island's fate was
left with the people. In a landslide they declared their independence and
became the State of Animalia. A decision they celebrate every year.
The world envied the island so much that the demand for
migration constantly grew, so few outsiders are allowed to become citizens.
Usually they would only accept much needed professionals such as doctors,
architects and engineers but the powers that be wish to invest more in tourism.
From this they have decided to accept two ambitious entrepreneurs as one of
their own.
The first is a Polar Bear named Robert Stirling. A tall
muscular being with as much brains as there is brawn. Even without his eye
catching figure his charm was more than enough to whet the appetite of any
female whose ears are open to his silver tongue. He embraces his carnivorous
side by dining exclusively on red and white meat as well as his favourite,
seafood. He likes to keep well cut by practicing his Krav Maga for which he has
earned a black belt. It is safe to say Rob is definitely one you do not want to
pick a fight with.
The second is a Black Wolf named Paul Miller. An average
heighted yet Athletic being with a mouth that has got him into trouble more than
a few times. He play things straight and isn't afraid to tell the truth even if
it may hurt someone in the process. He relies more on his physique to attract
females however he is oblivious to the fact that he has a deep sexy voice, to
this day he wonders why he was constantly asked to read "Fifty shades of fur"
to eager teenage girls. He is also university track champion and was set to be
an Olympic contender but for reasons of his own he didn't want to be put under
that kind of spotlight.
Rob and Paul both earned a master's degree in business
studies where they became fast friends. It was there they mulled over the idea
of opening up a business together and eventually their attention was caught by
Animalia and its call for stronger tourism.
Immigration sorted, money saved and bags packed they leave
England. Arriving after twenty four hours of plane travel burnt out and
exhausted.
They step out of the plane into the burning sun and humid
air, eyes red and black from exhaustion, "I can't tell which flight was worse.
The screaming baby or the fat couple," moaned Paul already starting to pant
from the heat.
"At least it's over. I hope we stay here forever. I am never
setting foot on a plane again, I could literally smell everyone's arse," Rob
said taking in a deep relieving breath through his black wet snout as if the
fresh air would somehow run out.
"Come on. I want to get to the hotel and go to bed," Paul
ushers and they proceed down the steps and hop into the awaiting minibus.
"As good as a soft bed sounds right now we have gotta stay
awake. Can't let the jet lag beat us, it's only midday here," Rob adjusts his
digital watch to the new time zone.
"Shit. Then let's find some red bull as soon as. I'm about
to drop dead... MOTHER FUCKER!" He suddenly yelps in shock.
"What?"
"The guy sitting behind me on the plane groomed my tail and
stuck a red bow on it!" Paul shouts clutching his tail and showing it to Rob
with anger.
Rob spurts out in laughter as the bus takes them all the way
to the terminal. They expected to be greeted by pretty females of different
species to put leis around their necks and give them a kiss on the cheek but
instead it was customs.
"That brochure is full of shit! Where is the sexy bird with
my flower necklace?" Paul shouts waiting in line behind Rob to be checked.
"We aren't even in the country yet Paul. They have a strict
border control here," Rob exclaims calmly as he passes through the scanners.
When Paul passes through he is suddenly stopped by the
chubby male feline custom officer, "You have been selected for random
additional screening."
"Mother Fucker!"

 

 
Rob waited for nearly three hours for Paul to be released
from customs. The black wolf miraculously looked even worse than he did coming
off the plane, fur messier than a shag carpet. Rob shakes his head, "Why did
you feel the need to play the race card?"
"Shut up, bear. Cats don't like me and I don't like cats.
Did you fetch our luggage?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Can't get it."
"Where's our luggage?"
"In France."
A long pause took hold as they stared at each other with
mutual dissatisfaction, "Let's sort that shit out another day," Paul waves off
as he grits his sharp teeth.
"Let's turn that red bull into a vodka red bull."
"Fuck yes."

 

 
Rob and Paul hail a yellow taxi in front of the airport to
whisk them off to their hotel. They sat together in the back seat marvelling at
the immediate view of Zoa, the Capital of Animalia. The whole city sat so
beautifully on the coast as if it was built around the natural form of the
island instead of impeding it.
"You two new here?" The grey Koala cabbie called out to them
in a thick Aussie accent, noticing the gleam of wonder in their eyes.
"Everything is so clear. I can even see people on the
ground!" Paul shouts sticking his head out of the side window, letting his long
pink tongue glide in the air.
"You can thank the mayor for that. She outlawed fossil
fuelled cars and the carbon emissions disappeared in a heartbeat. The city used
to be surrounded in a constant grey cloud. You boys are lucky, it has never looked
so good," he smiles joining in the wonder of the view.
"Well. There goes my dream of owning a Bugatti Veyron," Rob
sighs with slight disappointment.
"Don't get yourself down fella. As long as it gets you from
A to B. I was sceptical at first but these new electric cabs run like a dream.
Only have to charge it twice a day," he claims, rubbing the dashboard with
love.
"So your mayor is a woman?" Paul shouts into the cab, still
enjoying the breeze.
"So is my boss. Women on this island outnumber the men greatly.
I am only one of a few dozen men employed by the state taxi service."
"So the rumours are true!" the wolf jitters with excitement
and anticipation, wagging his tail wildly.
"So where're you boys staying?"
"We are staying at the Albion until we find a place to
live," Rob replies.
"Nice choice. So you boys staying here permanently?"
"Yeah."
"Well done! The immigration must have been hell. Only reason
I live here is because my wife was born here and even then I had to run through
more red tape than Usain Bolt to get my fucking citizenship! So how did you
blag your way in?"
"We are starting up a business."
"Oh yeah? What's your business?"
"We are planning to open up a hotel!" Paul interrupts
pulling his head back inside.
"Good on ya! The hotels around here are few and far between
because the mayor only recently convinced the government to relax tourist visas.
She is certainly doing her best to turn this island into a true wonder of the
world!"
"So far so good," Rob replies with a satisfied smile,
looking to his partner in crime with glee.
For the remainder of their journey the cabbie talks them
through some of the great sights of the island. They had no idea just how much
it truly had to offer. Their drowsiness was soon forgotten as they stared at
the fruitful markets and street performers dotted around every corner.
They soon arrive at their hotel. Slap bang in the centre of
the city opposite city hall. It stood out like a tropical coliseum with marble
pillar and lit torches displayed at the base of the building. Forty stories of
architectural glory and the words "Albion" Proudly etched above the main
entrance.
"Thanks for sharing so much with us," Rob smiles as he
passes the cabbie cash owed plus tip.
"No problem! You lads are alright. Here take my card. You
two are going to be very busy soon and you need reliable transport until you
find your own means. Call me anytime day or night."
"Terrific, will do."
The friendly Koala pulls away leaving the two of them
standing at the entrance, Paul still gawping in awe, "How the fuck can we
afford to stay here?" he asks Rob with confusion.
"My dad pulled stings so we have a month stay here free,"
Rob replies leading the way in.
"Still sucking at your dad's tit eh?"
"Go fuck yourself. The reason I am starting this business is
so I don't have to suck at his ti... WAIT! Why the fuck are we talking about my
dad's tits?! I MEAN NIPS! OH GOD NOW YOU'VE PUT AN EXTREMELY DISTURBING IMAGE
IN MY HEAD!" Rob shouts clutching his fluffy ears and shutting his eyes trying
to think about literally anything else.
As they entered it was obvious this was a Roman themed
hotel. White marble floors, pillars, statues of naked females of different
species, mostly mammals. Purple drapes and curtains quaintly hanging from the
double heighted ceiling with the hotel insignia embellished in gold leaf.
They checked in and got their key cards for their room and
immediately proceeded to the hotel bar. A cosy atmosphere with a roaring
fireplace in the centre. A fair few people were mingling together, enjoying a
nice relaxing drink. Quite a few of them were females that were eye catching to
say the least.
Rob and Paul take their seats at the bar. The attending
bartender was a beautiful Doe with silky long hazelnut hair and cute white
spots on her cheeks almost like freckles. He uniform was a simple white toga
which shared a generous amount of C cup cleavage, "What can I get you two
handsome gentlemen?" she asks with a wink.
"Two double vodka red bulls. No ice please," Rob responds
with a wink of his own. She serves them up almost as quickly as he orders them,
"Wow. You are certainly going for a generous tip."
"I tend to know what a man wants as soon as he enters the
room," she says flirtatiously.
"Keep them coming my dear," the bear requests with modest amazement.
The Polar Bear and the Black Wolf raise their glasses to
each other, "I dedicate this toast to our new business. May there be no fuck
ups from here on," Paul announces with gusto.
"Here, here. Don't fucking jinx it though," their glasses
cling and they down the drinks in one gulp. 
As soon as their glasses touch the bar two new glasses slide
perfectly in front of them, "Wow. She's a fucking magician," Paul states
looking to the Doe in awe.
"Hey. I had eyes on her first," the bear nudges the wolf playfully.
"Sorry mate. I can't be your wing man tonight. My dick is
aching for some action," Paul replies, not taking his hungry eyes off of the
Doe for a minute, two predators after the same prey.
"So be it. Mate. Let the game begin."
They both beckon the girl over however Rob is suddenly
tapped on the shoulder by the receptionist that had booked them in, "I am sorry
to bother you mister Stirling but the manager would like to greet you
personally. She is waiting in the lobby."
"Ahhh... okay then," Rob says reluctant to leave Paul to flirt
with the Doe uncontested but seeing as they are staying for free it would be
rude not to give his own personal thanks. His manners seemed to trump his
carnal needs this time around.
He was lead straight into the neighbouring lobby and right
up to a female Hyena standing straight and true. She wore a black pinstripe
blouse with a matching short skirt to show off her well tone brown spotted
legs. She wore a white shirt under her blouse with enough buttons undone to show
off double D cleavage. Rob even caught the briefest glimpse of black lace
lingerie. Her long brown hair was tied up in a neat bun and to finish off the
sexy secretary look she sported a pair of thin glasses, like a teasing barrier
to her glimmering brown eyes.
"You must be mister Stirling, My name is Abella Fernández.
Owner and Manager of the Albion. " she says with a clear, sexy South American
accent. She held out her hand in greetings.
"A pleasure, Ms Fernández," Rob says taking her hand and
kissing it with fuzzy lips. Noticing the lack of a ring on her finger.
"The pleasure is all mine, mister Stirling. Your father has
an impressive reputation in the hotel industry. Unfortunately I have never had
the pleasure of his company but he was the key note speaker in the last
conference I had attended."
"Then why did you agree to take us in if you aren't that
close with him?"
"He said he would owe me a favour. In this industry favours
are worth more than gold. Especially coming from someone like your father."
Rob rolled his eyes with irritation. His praises were never
welcome in Rob's life. But the bear bit his tongue and kept gracious, "Well I
am glad I am thanking you in person for your generous hospitality."
"Just you wait bombón. You have yet to see the full extent
of my generosity," she says with a sly sultry tone, finishing off with a wink,
"you may return to your drink now. I have work to do. I will ensure you are
kept well entertained during your stay with us."
She left his sight by means of a closing elevator door. Rob stood
puzzled by what she meant but it slipped his mind fairly quickly when he
remembered the cute Doe he had to rescue from the hungry jaws of his rival.
He rushed back into the bar to find Paul had disappeared.
Not only that, the Doe was not attending the bar, it was a female giraffe
sporting the same toga, "Did you happen to see where my friend has gone? A
Black Wolf?"
"Yeah. He took off a minute ago with Bambi to see more of
the city. She just finished her shift here."
"Christ he works fast!" The bear slaps his hand on the bar
in frustration, "Wait a minute... the Doe is named Bambi? Never mind. Scotch,
neat please."
"I'll have the same please Matilda."
A strange voice with a familiar accent twitches the ears of
the bear. He turns to find himself in the company of a goddess. A female
lioness locks eyes with him in an instant. A mutual spark of attraction causes
butterflies to run rampant in the pit of his abdomen. She had long golden hair
with curled locks framing her elegant face. Her deep blue eyes were a near
perfect match with Rob's. Her perfect hourglass figure sat at the stool next to
him only covered by finest silk purple dress. Her form seemed near perfect in
his eyes, exceptional muscle tone topped with firm perky C cup breasts. Her fur
seemed to sparkle under the light as if each individual hair is laced with
gold. Her tail swayed hypnotically as if she was trying to put him under her
spell. It definitely seemed to work.
"I don't meet many women who like scotch," he begins
smoothly.
"Then you must be meeting the wrong women."
"I love your accent. Southern U.S.?"
"Arkansas. Born and raised," she smiles raising her glass to
the bear as soon as she is served it, "I love your accent too. British accents
always score points with me."
"English accent," he corrects politely, "I also love the
dress. I never thought until today that purple and gold could work so well
together."
"Why thank you. If you get any more charming I will show you
that white and gold go well together too," she flirts with a wink.
"So are you here for business or pleasure?"
"Well you should know that pleasure is my business after
all."
Rob raises a brow in confusion, "Say again?"
"Come on darling. You were expecting me weren't ya?"
"If I was I would be better dressed, with flowers and
chocolate." Out of nowhere she suddenly bursts out in a fit of laughter,
leaning over the bar trying to contain herself, "Did I say something funny?"
"Oh my god! This is just too much. You must be fresh off the
boat."
"Well it was a plane but yeah. I am sorry but you are going
to have to tell me what I said that was so funny."
Her amusement continued for more than a few moments. She
calls the bartender Matilda over and ushers her neck down so she could whisper
in her ear. Now the bartender started to laugh, and the lioness laughed with
her.
"Okay I am started to feel a little left out of the joke."
"Oh my! You clearly have no clue where you are right now, do
you?"
"Enlighten me."
"Just take another look around the room and let's see if you
can put the pieces together."
Rob bites the bait and observes the crowd in the lounge. At
first he didn't know what he was supposed to see. The two girls were watching
him eagerly to see when the penny drops. There are more than a few beautiful
female creatures here... actually all the females here were drop dead gorgeous. A
handful of males, all of whom being quite affectionate with a female companion.
Nuzzling, kissing, some heavy petting. Wait... some of these males were quite
old. It wasn't until Rob spots an old male bulldog in the corner getting
frenched by a pair of gorgeous young female greyhounds that the realization
sets in. His eyes widened with shock seeing the unusual sight before him.
"I think the light bulb just popped over his head," the
lioness playfully mocked.
"This is a brothel. My dad put me in a brothel. Why am I in
a brothel?" He said directing the question to himself more than the lioness.
"Oh you are just so cute. You could pass for a virgin," She
pinches his fluffy white cheek with her sharp claw. He was too stunned to
notice.
"So you're a prostitute?"
"We prefer escort or lady of leisure."
"But you do have sex for money?"
"Not always. Sometimes a man wants company or a nice
relaxing massage. It depends on the man. Most of them do want sex and I do
provide them that service if asked."
"Make my next scotch a double, no, triple," he demands
turning back to the bar trying to change the look on his face.
"Is there a problem hon?" The Lioness asks.
"No... yes... I dunno. Let me drink first."
"Oh darling, I am so surprised you didn't know. I never met
a man who stayed here that didn't know."
"I just thought this was a simple luxury five star hotel,"
he swigs down his triple scotch as if he was taking medicine, neglecting the
time to enjoy it.
"It is hon. The only difference is girls like us have a safe
place to work. All the hotels on the island are the same."
Rob freezes before the next glass could touch his lips. He
lays the glass down gently and turns back to the lioness, "Seriously?"
"Yeah. The sex industry is a huge part of the island's
economy. I am sorry, I thought you were staying here for the same reason all
the other guys stay here. For us beautiful girls," she smiles spiritedly.
"No. As a matter of fact I am here on business..." he trails
off his words, almost lost in his own thoughts.
"What business?"
"Starting up a hotel."
A long pause lingers in the air. The golden lioness stares
at the white bear in slight shock, her lips quiver trying to contain herself
but what she had just heard was too good. Her composure failed and once more
she burst out in laughter so hard almost every eye in the room is on her.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh... please... Matilda... Scotch... before I die...
Hehehehe!"
"I am sorry I didn't catch your name?" Rob asks trying to
get her to contain her laughter.
"No. Please. Give me a sec to calm the fuck down...pffffft!"
She covers her mouth to try and muffle the tail end of her giggles. A tear
steams down her cheek and she wipes it away with her paw, "Ashlynn. Ashlynn
Starr."
"Well Ashlynn. It was a pleasure to meet you but I have got
to drink this last drink, find my horny mutt and catch the next flight out of
here," he shakes her hand briskly, downs his last drink and hops off the bar
stool.
"Wait a sec. I thought you were opening up a hotel?"  Her tone of voice seemed to change pretty
quickly. She stopped him with her paw gently and looked at him with slight
unease.
"I would have loved to have opened up a hotel here. It would
have been fantastic. But I am not opening up a brothel. It was a pleasure
Ashlynn but I have got to check out."
"Hold it right there stud!" She stopped him again with a
little more force in her paw.
"You are stronger than you look."
"You got a problem with brothels?" Clear irritation is
voiced from the female predator. Her eyes were certainly a lot less friendly.
"Nope. No I do not. I just don't want to run one."
"Why not?"
"Too seedy."
"Seedy? Does this place look seedy to you?"
"Point made. But it's still not my cup of tea."
"A minute ago you were ready to fuck me and now that I tell
you what I do and where you are suddenly you change your mind. You think you're
too good for me? You may be hot but don't think for a second that makes you any
better than the other guys here. At least they have respect!" her last word
roared out, her primal nature unleashes for a very brief moment.
Rob certainly knows sense when it is spoken, "I... I'm sorry,"
he mutters with strong guilt.
She looks away for a moment twirling her finger around the
edge of her glass, "At least you got manners."
"Look I came here with a simple idea, to open up a hotel
business in a tropical paradise. I guess when my idea changed somewhat, I kind
of freaked out. I didn't mean to insult you."
"Just because your idea changes it doesn't mean it's a bad
thing hon. Why not just sit down and tell me about your ideas."
"Will it cost me?"
"Only if your ideas suck," she chuckles. Rob couldn't help
but chuckle back, "Don't worry Hon. Manager sent me as compliments of the
house. I'm yours for however long you like," she says enticing him by means of
running her paws down his torso to feel the muscular form the bear displayed
through his tight white t shirt.
"Okay, here is what is planned..."
Rob spends a long time talking Ashlynn through the details
of what he plans out, night had already arrived. She listens to every word with
genuine intrigue. Rob thinks he would have had to elaborate some details but
she shows a great deal of intelligence in the questions she asks. They seemed
to click in more than one way. Anyone observing them chatting they would think
them to be old friends.
Ashlynn smiles through another eager sip of scotch. Her
interest in his hotel soared, "Well mister Stirling you are certainly a lot
smarter than I first thought."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"Is your business partner, Paul, just as smart as you?"
"I can't say that with a certain yes. But he does have his
moments. He can think outside the box," Rob says distantly. Complimenting Paul
is pretty weird for him.
"Well you can count me impressed."
"Are you saying that as an escort or as a drinking buddy?"
"I am actually saying that as me," she playfully taps him on
the nose with her paw, "drink up and follow me. I want to talk more in
private."
Rob raises an eyebrow. She didn't make that sound as sexy as
it may have been intended. However the bear chugs down the last of his drink
and is lead out of the bar and into the lobby. Ashlynn takes him by the paw and
leads him into the elevator, "So are we going to my room or yours?"
"Mine. It's nicer than yours," she presses one of the
highest buttons and the doors close.
"I can't really tell what you're thinking at the moment."
"I would be surprised if you could. Come over here and kiss
me," she demands politely.
"What if I don't want to," the bear responds teasingly.
"Just do what I say," she reaches out with on paw and grabs
the bear by the scruff of his neck, gently pulling him towards her.
Rob stops inches away from her lips, her sharp claw still
gripping tight. The heat of their breath on each other just made them breath
harder as tension grew. Ashlynn opens her mouth and bites Rob's bottom lip
passionately with her sharp teeth as if she is begging for that kiss.
Rob decides to play ball and bites her back on the neck and
pulls at her golden scruff. She moans softly and her grip tightens. She bites
his round fluffy ear whilst he was focused on her neck, pulling at each other
with primal urge.
"You're so mean," she whispers seductively between bites.
The doors open and the two of them dive out of it breaking
off for one another. They play a bit of cat and mouse as they prowl through the
hall. Rob tries to snatch her but the lioness's quick reflexes keep him out of
arms reach, "Ah Ah Ah. Don't start thinking you're the predator here mister Stirling,"
She says wagging her finger walking backwards towards the
last door in the hall, keeping her intensive eyes fixed on him.
She scans her card and bolts inside, Rob just managing to
catch the door before it closed. He opens it and finds that she had
disappeared. He stood alone in a massive room facing the windows which acted as
a wall revealing the beautiful night time cityscape. The floors were a thick
white carpet and sitting in the centre was a perfectly made four poster bed of
white marble and raised up by a few steps as if it were an altar. Each poster
of the bed is a marble pillar that touched the ceiling. There were purple
drapes surrounding the bed so he couldn't see what was inside. He presumed that
behind those drapes he would find the eager feline in wait.
He walks over to the bed, steps up and pokes his head through
the middle of the drapes. Nothing and no one. Just a neat white bed.
"Guess again mister Stirling," he hears from behind. By the
time he turns it is too late. She pounces the bear with all her might sending
him flying back into the bed. Now he finds himself at the mercy of a naked
goddess. She straddles him and bends over with nothing on but a satisfied grin,
beating him in the game.
"I guess you are not one for foreplay," the bear jokes
feeling his own shaft rising with only his jeans between him and her heated
flower.
"I don't do foreplay when talking business mister Stirling,"
she says licking his cheek with her rough wide tongue.
"Business?"
"Oh yes. This isn't your ordinary booty call," she then
licks the other side of his cheek with the same rough intensity.
"So you normally conduct business this way? What am I
saying? Of course you do..."
"Hey!" her claws suddenly dig into his hard shoulders firmly
but not hard enough to draw blood. It was still painful enough to force a
gritty whimper from the bear, "Don't think of me as some skank who is opening
up her legs for my next meal ticket. This is happening is because you're hot
and I am dying for a good fuck."
"I thought you were being paid?"
"I am, but even if I wasn't this would still be happening,"
before Rob could speak again she forces her tongue down his open jaws. Moaning
into his mouth. Claws gripping tighter into his shoulders. He kisses back,
matching her intensity. Their tongues dance around each other in a wet and wild
orgy of passion. She releases her grip and snatches Rob's paws from either side
and slaps them firmly on her ass. He kneads his claws into her rear cheeks as
he starts to press harder into her lips.
She suddenly breaks away to draw breath and speak, "You know
you could use a girl like me for your hotel," she leans up and begins grinding
his trapped member slowly, "You know your hotels but you don't know dick about
running a brothel. That is where I can help."
"Are you proposing a partnership?" he asks encouraging her
teasing hips by thrusting up gently, letting the feeling envelope him.
"There's my smart polar bear. I want to be your matron," she
snatches one of his paws again and starts to guide it gently up her toned
belly, allowing him to feel every little hair on its way up.
"My Matron?"
"The head girl. The bottom bitch. The pimp. Whatever you
like to call it. You can handle the management and I will handle the girls and
the clients. It's hard work keeping everyone happy. Especially the girls who
would work for you. They will need extra care and attention if you want to keep
them besides the pay check," his eager paw has now been guided to her firm
breasts. She uses his paw as her personal massager and presses it right into
her soft fuzzy coconut.
"What kind of attention?"
"An open ear. To start out with. It's already impossible for
you to do that alone. Girls who work in your hotel need to be kept happy or
they will walk out on you. I can be your ears, your eyes, your gentle hand...
ooooh..." she moans as Rob starts teasing her nipple with his thumb. Circling the
sensitive tit with firm care.
"So you think I can't make a girl happy?" He teases as her
control in the bed starts to slip.
"Don't get cocky Rob. It takes more than your dick to make a
girl happy."
"You have yet to see my dick."
"You men are all the same," she stands up, turns around and
once again straddles the bear, her sweet smelling opening hovers inches away
from his nose. Her swaying tail lifted up high. The bear stares at the brown
tip swaying above him.
"Think of them as family. Their problems are also your own.
That is the key to running a successful brothel," She unbuttons the top of his
jeans and pulls the zipper down gently. The Bear's tall, thick juicy dick leaps
out to greet the hungry Lioness, "Mmmm. Okay you may have been right about your
dick. Not the biggest I have seen but certainly in the top five," she grips the
shaft firmly with both paws, the cat seems to tremble a bit as she struggles to
try and get her hands to wrap all the way around, "Okay maybe top three."
"Have you got any other assets I could use besides your
experience with brothels?" He asks, teasing her clit by rubbing it with his
moist nose.
She begins to stroke his shaft softly, eyeing it up and down
with lust, "Well... I dare you to find another girl who knows the island better
than I do. I can help you find whatever you need to start up. Reliable resources,
good staff... large equipment..." she starts to lick the tip in one small spot.
That alone made the bear roar with pleasure.
"Ahhh... okay that is indeed... what I need..."
"Are you talking about my street smarts or my oral skills?
AHHH... OOOOO..." She is hit with shock as the bears long thick tongue dives deep
inside her. He couldn't hold back. Focusing his strong tongue at the centre of
her rigged G spot, "OH MY GOD! YOU BASTARD!" She fights back by instantaneously
deep throating the bear's rock hard cock. The hold each other's hips firmly
close in sixty nine, not letting go until the other gives in. Upon hearing
nothing but muffled moans from each other they cease talking and focus all
their energy on each other's weak spots.
Their oral skills matched perfectly, before either of them
could think they both climax. Rob felt her pussy tighten incredibly around his
tongue and her sweet juice poured into his mouth. Ash's mouth clamped around
the base of his shaft and she felt his oozing cum shoot right into her throat.
She drank his nectar and licked up every drop, savouring the sweet taste.
She breaks away, "Yummy. You must eat a lot of fruit," she
feels a drop of cum escaping the side of her mouth and licks it clean, "Wow.
Can't believe you're still hard," she playfully sucks the tip and Rob squirms
like a weak kitten.
"Don't! It's too sensitive," he pleads after pulling his
tongue out.
"But it's mine," she pouts like a naughty teenager.
The lioness giggles and turns around once again back into
cowgirl, this time teasing the tip with her wet lower lips, juices still
pouring out from her last orgasm.
"You are exceedingly good at your work. You know how to
drive a man crazy," he smirks placing his firm hands on her thighs.
"Our business talk is not over yet. I have conditions," she continues
to tease her opening with his wet rod. "If you are going to let me in I want to
be a full partner, one third of the hotel."
"A third, are you seriously that valuable or are you just
ambitious?"
"Both. I want to be in control for once, to be a boss
outside the bedroom. I ain't getting any younger and I need to start planning
for the future. Trust me, when you open up you are going to wonder how you ever
did it without me. Do we have a deal?"
"I can't make any deals like that without Paul."
"Why? Is he in control of the cash?"
"Fuck no!"
"Then do we have a deal?"
Rob sighs, wondering if he ready to take this total stranger
on board... even if he is an inch away from being inside her. He ponders for a
moment, trying his best to think straight. She certainly seems to have the,
know how, around these parts and from his long chat with her she is definitely
no dunce, "It isn't easy to make this decision. Paul and I have been saving for
years to make this happen."
"I have fifty thousand saved that I am willing to invest."
That certainly made his decision a lot easier, "Deal!"
She beams with excitement, "Alright partner. I would have
you seal the deal with a handshake but... I think this is better," she lowers
herself slowly on and the heat from the connection envelopes the both of them. His
thick shaft was almost too much to bear for her as she is stretched to near
breaking point. There was no room left inside her.
She begins to ride wildly, bouncing upon her new favourite
toy like mechanical bull, showing no mercy on the poor bear. She roars out her
moans allowing her to get lost in the delight. Rob takes it as best he can,
after already cumming once this was sending him into pleasure overload. Like
every second he was on the edge but couldn't quite finish.
The bear cock certainly gave her the satisfaction she
craved. Every sweet spot was kissed. She quickly orgasms once, then twice, then
thrice, almost squeezing the pulsating cock right out of her. "Oh god! I'm
going crazy!" she cries, not slowing down the momentum for a second, "Cum for
me Rob!"
Those words were icing on the cake, he matches her thrust
and feels the heat build inside him to breaking point. He grunts hard and roars
upon cumming deep inside his new mate. She succeeds in reaching her fourth and
final climax, matching his roar with ecstasy.
Once the feeling of complete and total happiness dissipates
she collapses on top of the bear panting hard and listening to his heartbeat,
"Oh my god. You should gigilo for a living," she giggles and looks up to the
bear's face.
"Huh?" She is hit with astonishment to find the bear fast
asleep, still throbbing inside her, "Seriously?!"
She raises her hand to slap the bear awake but halts mid
strike. Remembering that he had got off the plane that day and the extreme jet
lag he was suffering.
As infuriated as she was she couldn't help but smile at the
dozing Bear, he looked so cute. She leaves the bed quietly. Hobbling over to
her en suite bathroom as the soreness sets in between her legs, "Not bad bear.
I haven't been this sore since the bull orgy of twenty twelve," she mutters
slipping on a silk pink robe.
She grabs her ice bucket and makes her way out into the hall
and to the ice machine, to her surprise she finds the Doe, Bambi, there
collecting ice too wearing the same dressing gown, "Hey there Bambi. I didn't
catch you before you finished your round at the bar," Ashlynn quickly picks up
the scent of a male wet dog, "OH MY GOD! You got yourself some dick!"
Bambi blushes but smiles with delight, "Yeah! First client
in weeks! He is so hot! But the damn dog fell asleep halfway through... I need
ice to cool down."
"Same. Although I think I need to let a couple of cubes melt
in my pussy after the monster I had to tackle," Ash banters as she dispenses the
ice.
"Good tip. I think I will do that. That wolf had a deadlier
weapon than his teeth."
"Wait a sec. Did you say wolf?"
"Yeah, Paul. He is a real sweetheart. He treated me like a
real gentleman and took me on a date before we fucked. It was like he didn't
care how much he was paying... what?" The doe asks when she suddenly notices the shocked
look on Ashlynn's face.
"How much does he owe you?"
"Five thousand. Why?"
"Oh my god. He didn't know either!" Ashlynn bursts out into
a tearful laughter echoing down the hall. The lioness had to struggle to keep
herself contained.
"What's so funny Ash? You are scaring me a little."
"I think I have just gone into business with the two biggest
idiots on the island!"

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