In many ways, Caine was a lucky guy. He knew as much, and had always taken care to curb many of the little worries and stresses of life by virtue of the fact. Few husbands and fathers had a schedule that allowed them such flexible and frequent time with their family, after all. Caine was grateful for the boons he held, and would not have changed his situation for the world. 
But damn if it didn’t sometimes get boring having an empty house in the middle of the day. 
“Uuuugh.” Caine permitted himself to whine, while slouching into his work chair, twirling his stylus about his digits lazily. He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall of his study. It had been exactly 16 minutes since his last cup of tea. There was no way he could justifiably boil the kettle again for a fresh mug; not for the fourth time that hour. He rolled his head back to the wide, bright computer desktop, finding the same image there, right where he’d left it. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t made decent headway thus far that day; most of the flat inks were done, and the particular project he’d been working on wasn’t particularly tough, either. He gazed out the window on the far side of his desk, through which a vaguely cloudy day, skies thick with a puffy cumulus pattern, could be seen. A walk might’ve cleared his head, but it might just as easily have soaked him through to his fur if luck and the elements weren’t on his side. And no-one liked the smell of wet dog, not even wet dogs. 
All the same, there had to be something to do around here!
Just as Caine fumbled slowly ever deeper into a boredom borne creative slump and sank ever further into his chair, the risk of accidentally tumbling to the floor through sheer lethargy alone becoming increasingly likely, the doorbell sprang him into action. 
He was quick to right himself and rise to his feet, bounding out of his study and down the stairs to the front door. Over the course of the momentary journey, Caine’s mind flitted through the possibilities of who the visitor could be. 
Package delivery? He wasn’t expecting anything, but his wife always did like to surprise him with the occasional mail-ordered exotic treat. Toys, lingerie, or anything from the menagerie of weird and wonderful things stocked by some of their favourite adult retailers. 
Charity worker? Unlikely, but not impossible, and he sure hoped not. Without Belle’s extroversion and confidence present to back him up, Caine sometimes found it hard to turn away such pushy personalities independently.
Electrician looking to read the gas and electricity meters? Probably. Caine sighed under his breath at just the thought. Belle had surely told him a thousand times where the meters were, but for some reason the knowledge never stuck. 
While trying to decide whether to chance the understairs closet or the garage first and hope that the meters just happened to be there so as to lose as little face as possible in front of whatever pudgy, burly workman he figured he was about to meet, Caine opened his front door to the visitor. 
“Hey, pup.” 
That, Caine immediately knew, was no workman. 
Standing before him on the porch was a very familiar black furred housecat, standing tall with one arm on her hip and the other carrying a small folded note of some kind. 
Caine’s focus was first drawn towards her golden stare, those wide feline eyes of hers glowing with a deep sunny yellow to them, a colour that was complemented by the matching yellow bang of hair wafting over her visage thanks to an errant breeze where she stood at the door. Her tail tip was coloured to match, but it was harder for Caine to really take note of that detail, when the woman’s wide hips were so prominently hugged by a fine and dangerously short pencil skirt of pure black. It clung to her legs and draped far enough down her thighs to protect her modesty, but certainly not far enough to prevent spying eyes from peeking underneath if she were to raise a leg or sit down provocatively. The skirt flowed down from under the hem of what seemed to be a simple white collared shirt, with short sleeves crinkled up to the shoulders and buttons undone far enough south that her black bra  could be sneakily yet undeniably perceived under the garment. Yet more clear than her bra was the cavernous cleavage rendered bare by her bravely liberal use of what Caine thought might - with certain modifications - have been a formal outfit befitting a teacher. Though, judging by the simple smooth grey garters and stockings accentuating the feline’s strong and toned yet positively feminine legs and the pair of square-framed glasses resting lazily on the bridge of her nose, perhaps the ‘teacher look’ was her intention.  
It certainly wasn’t the first time, he knew, that Zara had dressed to impress. 
“That’s one dangerous outfit, kitten.” Caine lightly flirted, now leaning against the door frame himself, posture slack and muzzle grinning. “A guy might get the wrong impression if he saw you looking like that.” He held her gaze. 
“Who’s to say he’d be wrong?” Zara promptly retorted, handing the folded note over to Caine. “Besides, this actually wasn’t my idea, I’ll have you know.” 
“Not this time.” Caine chuckled, unfolding the note and reading the familiar handwriting silently to himself. 

Hey love! 
Hope you like your ‘gift’! I figured since we’ve spent a lot of time at T&Z’s shop lately, I’d invite Zara over while I’m gone, for your sake  ; ) Why not let them both get to know us even better, right? <3 <3 
Belle x

“Let me guess...” Caine began, already sighing under his words, yet nevertheless dipping his arm and shuffling to the side to gesture for Zara to step into his humble, previously dreary abode. The midnight-black feline coyly followed with a wry smile, a relaxed pace, and a passing stroke of her long tail across his abdomen as she sauntered inside.
“She just... dropped this note in today, right?” 
“Yup.” Zara said, eyeing up a lamp she found cute. 
"And she just told you to turn up unannounced, didn't she?”
"Yup.” Zara said, watching the clock in the hall tick and tock away. 
"And, she probably just said something like, “Oh, my cute li’l pup will just loooove having such fun company!” 
"Hah!” Zara laughed abruptly, peeking into the lounge of the family home, curious as a cat, followed closely by Caine behind. “Yup.” 
“...Aaaand, she told you where we hide the ‘toys’?”
Zara stopped in place by the pristine couch front and centre in the cosy lounge, her eyes locked south, unashamedly spying Caine’s groin. 
“Yuuuup.” 
Caine smiled, unabashed as he swung the door closed behind them.
“What am I gonna do with you, hon...” His eyes rolled, one hand awkwardly rubbing at the back of his mane, while the other shuffled with the hem of his tightening jeans. 
“Ohh, I’m sure that once Taylor stops by her work, he’ll give her plenty o’ ideas to that end.” Zara purred cheekily while approaching Caine slowly, with an obvious swing to her hip and a sensual swish to her tail. In moments, she was teasing her fingers in dainty circles into his t-shirt, nearly pushing him back into the door behind.  
“Wait, so that’s why she said for you both to get to know ‘us’ better?” Caine realised. However much he intended for his voice to embody shock and protest, such resistance was likely rendered moot to Zara’s twitching ears when his hands belied how little he truly cared, by gladly groping the girl’s rear under her skirt. The fabric crumpled between his digits and stretched taut around her waist thanks to the tight fit. 
“Doesn’t mean y’can’t still teach me a thing or two, pup...” Zara whispered with a wink. 
Caine rolled his eyes, but kept her butt firmly supported. 
“Well, it would be rude of me not to entertain a houseguest.” He conceded. “But first, how’s about you make yourself at home, and I’ll get you a drink, hmm?” Caine kindly offered. 
Zara gave him a quizzical raise of the brow, but nevertheless allowed her fingers to slip away from his chest for the time being. 
“Sounds good.” She hummed, already sauntering over to the couch to lay upon it luxuriously, arms behind her head and chest pushed out and up. “Make me something strong, mmkay? I could really go for a stiff drink.” She was no longer looking into Caine’s eyes; her view had darted much further south to his groin, while her tail tip flicked about suggestively, like a rattlesnake waiting to strike. Her words hung in the air, the light from the conservatory windows at the back of the lounge bathing Zara’s curvaceous body. 
The inference of her words wasn’t lost on Caine. He knew he could’ve taken her whenever he wanted. But this was the first time he’d played host to her, as opposed to all the previous times he and his wife had met with Zara and her boyfriend Taylor at their exotic, erotic shop tucked secretly amidst a marketplace in the middle of the city. On all such occasions, they’d never failed to take myriad liberties surrounding the rule of the ‘customer being king’. Now that he’d welcomed her to his own neck of the woods, he felt an obligation to at least try to return the courteousness Zara had shown without fail before. Even if he could feel his pants tightening more with each second his eyes drifted over those tantalisingly, barely restrained feline breasts of hers, the least he could do was get her a coffee before he had at her!  
“Irish coffee, then?” He said, wandering into the kitchen adjacent to the lounge, not without lingering a moment to take a mental snapshot of Zara’s reclining body for posterity, unable to resist making a subtle adjustment to the hem of his jeans. Just as he turned the corner, unseen to Caine, Zara bit her lower lip fiercely. 

“Don’t keep me waiting, stud.” She loved men who teased her with the very premise of a good hard fuck. Not that she was about to tell Caine that. Maybe later, she thought, if he really managed to rock her world.  

“So I’m guessing Belle told you I’m working at home alone today, huh?” Caine queried, voice slightly raised to make himself heard over the rumbling kettle. The silver lining of his incessant tea-making that day was that it would take little time for the kettle to boil. 

“Mmmhmmm.” Zara replied, stretching out where she lay, basking in the glass-magnified sunlight. “That must leave y’kinda lonesome durin’ days like these, huh?” 

“Yeah...” Caine muttered, before refocusing himself. “Still, it just makes me happier to see everyone again when they get back. Plus the arrangement has its benefits.” 

“Lets you get up to naughty li’l misadventures all over th’house, for one thing, right?” Zara purred. 

Caine just chuckled and shrugged, as he poured their drinks, stirring a finger of whiskey into Zara’s mug.  

“I’ll say.” 

Caine moved the drinks to the bay window connecting the kitchen to the lounge and moved back to join his frisky feline guest. But before he was able to so much as retrieve the mugs from the countertop, he heard the telling rip of fabric from over his shoulder. 

After turning to the direction of the noise, suddenly the prospect of enjoying a quiet hot drink with a good friend was blown out of the window. 

“Fuck it.” Zara growled, hands clutching her now forcibly opened vest on either side. Her supportive yet minimal bra, a clean black almost as dark as her own fur, had been completely exposed. “C’mon pup, just let those drinks cool down a while.” Her tail was whipping about behind her. “We can’t let Taylor n’ Belle have all th’fun now, can we? Besides...” She trailed off, sinking to her knees and crawling over, hips wiggling in a deliberate prowling metronome. “I still want that real drink.” 

Before he knew it, Caine had been firmly pushed back against the wall, and was having his pants being expertly unzipped and peeled down his thighs by a golden eyed, visibly aroused kitten. And he wasn’t going to do a thing to stop her. 

“Anything for my sexy guest.” 

---

Oooh, adda boy!" Zara praised Caine, wide eyed and grinning in anticipation the moment her hungry hands pulled his boxers down, the identity of the telltale bulge within revealed as his intensely hardened member flicked into fresh air. Caine chuckled offhand, pushing his hips forward slightly to encourage Zara's enthusiasm. 
"Comes naturally when a guy has such an inspiring view." He praised back, hand cupping and stroking down her cheek, while she nuzzled back in kind. 
"Mmm, and I'm always happy to see you..." She whispered huskily, each consonant accentuated and her breathing haggard. Though Caine didn't doubt that her feelings towards him were the same, her cooed words and following nuzzle of cheek into warm male flesh made it clear that Zara was speaking to just 'one' part of him at that time. 
It had occurred to Caine as soon as Zara had slipped to her knees, that since he and his wife had started fooling around with Zara and her boyfriend, he'd not yet felt the pleasure of a blowjob from her. 
Once Zara began smothering her cheeks into his member and washing his genitals with countless foggy moans, eyes barely open and hands splayed dotingly over his pelvis, Caine wondered how he'd ever coped before feeling such passionate oral worship. 
"Yessss..." Zara whimpered, dipping her head. "Yummy..." The word transformed into a slurred muffle as the feline rasped her tongue across one of Caine's hefty balls, slathering and capturing it within her mouth. 
Her enjoyment manifested not only as a steady, constant purr rippling up from the depths of her heart to Caine's sensitive masculine flesh, but in the slow but steady metronome practiced by Zara's hips. To and fro she shook her lower body while kneeling, both while her mouth was busy with his sac, and when she briskly and suddenly pulled back with a vacuuming final slurp, just so that her beaming face could immerse Caine's cockhead in a drenched kiss. 

Immediately, pleasure swarmed from his groin to every extremity on Caine's body. 
"Nnghh! Damn, kitten..." He began, head tossed back. One hand clutched the wall behind while the other squeezed her soft black mane. He pistoned his hips hastily, a sudden greed overtaking all other priorities in his mind. Zara’s puckered purring lips encouraged his passionate greed, by slowly but surely descending past inch after inch of his length. 
Caine was in no position to revel in how utterly contented Zara looked, but that didn’t stop the feline from fluttering her eyes in miniscule degrees and letting her tail shudder, symptoms of the sincere joy she took from feasting on a hotblooded male, especially such a fun, cute partner of a pup as him. Her oral experience manifested in many ways, each factor compounding with the others at any one moment to provide Caine with a palette of sensations that proved nearly overwhelming. The way her lips resonated with a constant sonorous and sincere purr which carried like a subtle ripple from the tip to the root. The slow, methodical and detailed lashes of her soaked yet rough tongue over just the right spots to really keep him lubricated and bestow spikes of pleasure upon him. The suction and force of her lips, bobbing in a forceful and gradually gaining pace from where they smooched cutely and minimally at the tip right down to where they yielded to the gathering girth at the base; clearly not even his knot was going to stop Zara from getting her feast on. 
All of those sensations were mixing in Caine’s mind, and exciting him ever more as the seconds ticked by. His previous boredom was but dust in the wind by now. Zara had captured his attention completely, and he deemed it only fair to focus on her right back. 
“Nnnnhh, take it all, don’t stop kitten!” He playfully encouraged her, fingers sinking into her hair forcefully where he leant against the wall, happily melting under Zara’s bobbing head and pumping lips. Zara’s only response was a wordless chuckle and a raise of one eyebrow, silently and coyly taking pride in the verbose reaction she gathered from her cute pup. She promptly obliged, the cheeky look on her cock stuffed face giving way to an obediently doubled energetic motion. Her hair swung to and fro, the gradual bulging of Caine’s knot at the base doing little to thwart her pace. 
It was clear by the regular smacking of Zara's lips down to the expanding bulb of Caine's knot, and the steady, gradually building pace of Caine's hips that the two of them had found their rhythm. Short sharp grunts wisped out through Caine's fangs while he finally found his way to gazing down at Zara's visage again. The sight of her golden eyes gazing back up dutifully, the one static element of her quickly moving upper body, was even more fuel for the fire.
"Nnhh, Zara... You, really know how to do that..." He vaguely complimented her, the ragged and flushed look on his face charming her enough that she saw fit to tug off his member with a hearty suckling slurp and pop, to answer him in words.
"Hey, with a guy like Taylor around, a girl gets used to handling a real mouthful..." She proudly admitted, her right hand having grasped his cock with the firm strength and swift strokes needed to keep the lucky guy's arousal running strong. 
“No kidding...” Caine simply replied. “May not be... as big, but I hope I’m still good and tasty...” His hands pushed her face against his cock, as the underside dragged along her face. More than simply seeing and hearing her shiver and lean up into his warm, twitching meat, he felt it. “A good kitty like you deserves a good, thick drink alright...” 
Zara’s hands suddenly clamped around Caine’s hips. 
“Mmmm, for a cute puppy like you, I wanna be the best cocksuckin’ kitty I can be...” She purred, before slathering her tongue in a long solitary swipe, past the now fully engorged intimidating knot, right up to the tip where she flicked up a fresh sampling of pre and made an obvious show of gulping it down. 
“Now, feed me... Please?” 
Her voice heightened upon such a depraved yet delighted rhetoric request. After which, Zara pursed her lips, smooched Caine’s cock once more, and sank her messy lips right down to the knot. 
She gulped and gurgled, struggled for a moment, but in a hearty shove, pushed her lips apart ever further, forcing more of the knot past her own brave, flexible lips. 
Caine could hardly believe that he was seeing Zara gradually engulfing his knot, let alone believing the feeling. It was quickly becoming too much; he felt himself bouncing and building to climax deep within her throat. The purring, the licking, and finally that sudden breaching of the thickest circumference of his knot that allowed Zara to easily slide the rest of the way down. He could endure it no longer.
"Fuck, Zara! Gonna fucking..." He growled out, while furiously mating with her mouth. His desperately fast pace made his peaking pleasure clear, while Zara simply kneeled and let the pup have his fun. After all, she was having more than enough fun already, from the thrill of the throatfuck Caine put her through. Under her skirt, her sex was burning. For such an unassuming and sweet guy, Caine sure packed a lot of sexual stamina. But that ache could wait; her hunger couldn't.
"Mnnnnnpaaah!" Zara moaned, then gasped, as Caine tugged her free by her hair.
"Fuck, drink it down, every last drop kitten!" Caine roared, one hand bracing her head in place, a target for the cock he jerked fiercely in his other hand.
Zara's reply was immediate.
"Yessss! Aaaaaah~" 
The moment she opened her mouth, she got her meal. 
The first forceful dosage poured in a thick sudden mess across her face, with a thickness and pressure to the flow that even made the experienced, promiscuous feline yelp in pleasant surprise. The rush she took from being painted in fresh male essence continued throughout Caine's orgasm, while his panting and grunting accompanied consistently heavy doses of seed. 
"Fuck!" Caine swore again. Pleasure washed over him like violent stormy waves into harbour. Every time he felt his cock burst forth a fresh jet of spunk, hosing Zara's fur and over time soaking particularly into her gaping mouth and broad tongue, those waves crashed, and the sensation soared to new ecstatic heights. The only reason he wasn't clenching his eyes through it all was so he could watch the hip-wiggling babe kneeling before him get bathed in his cum. 
Zara herself was increasingly impressed by the volume Caine let out, matting down her fur and beginning to tip to the back of her tongue where she knelt, dotingly posed with an open face that revelled in her facial. Just as she was used to 'larger' boys than Caine, so was she accustomed to greater orgasms, but the talents of her own boyfriend hadn't prevented her from appreciating the talents of cute studs like the pup hosing her down. 

By the time his orgasm fizzled out, Zara's face had been thoroughly bathed, thick clear strands sticking amongst her hair and staining her flushed, panting cheeks. Even the golden bang to the side of her gaze was covered. She kept her mouth open for a moment longer, Caine's spunk warming her tongue. Then, with a hearty gulp that she knew he'd be able to hear, she swallowed her 'drink'.
“How’s... that?” Caine panted, his heart pounding and cock still twitching and erect before Zara’s eyes. “That quench your thirst, babe?” He grinned, thumb and fingers draping his seed down her cheek. Before giving any kind of verbal reply, Zara’s face dipped south in a sudden swoop, where Caine felt a sudden wet slathering sensation smearing up his hearty sac, lifting and lubricating his balls in a firm slow lick before letting the pair fall back down into place again. Zara’s tongue continued to drag up, along his knot and gradually right up to the tip of his flesh, where with a flick and a giggle, she captured the last bead of spunk from his member. 
Zara purred and winked, her bra covered breasts pushed prominently forward between her arms. 
“Mmm, delicious, for an appetiser. But now I’m aching for the main course.” 
Caine hissed, humped his hips forward in libidinous instinct, and spoke with a clear confidence that only a proud, promiscuous woman like Zara could have coaxed from him. 
“Then stand up and turn around, kitten, and I’ll give you what you need.” 
In the moment before she rose up, Zara committed the image of the sexy canine’s stare to long term memory. A look like that never failed to get her off. 
“Yes, sir~” 

---

There was something about a set of canine jaws gnawing on her neck that made Zara's body quake. She'd rarely fooled around with dogs before she'd gotten to know Caine, but they were fast becoming somewhat of a fetish of a species to her. 
Caine's teeth lightly chewed, not enough to hurt but certainly enough to enforce a wet clamping pressure around the flesh and muscle of her neck. His hands were alternating between stroking across her toned navel and groping through her supportive but sexy bra. His fingers were moving separately, spread wide both to tickle her belly in a wide palmed massage and to get a feel for as much of her breasts as possible in one handful. 
She was burning up with desire, and he hadn't even undressed her properly yet. Granted, the hearty facial had exacerbated her heat, but as she demonstrated with one hand wringing into the roots of Caine's adorably fluffy mane and the other hand firmly pushing him harder against her bust, she couldn't wait any longer. 
"Strip me, baby." Zara shuddered, head turned towards Caine's nuzzling, chewing muzzle. "No more fucking around. I need you."
Caine took the hint and ran with it. Amidst a long growl that exhaled hot steamy breath over Zara's neck, his hands clutched at her bra and in one smooth forceful tug, pulled it down to free her breasts to the air. They lightly jiggled before resting in place, their heft capturing his attention. 
"Ooh!" Zara gasped, keenly pushing her chest outwards and resting her hand on his arm. She could feel the force in his grip, a symptom of his own need. 
When Caine's hands both began sinking into her breasts, the both of them shuddered. Zara, out of the tingling feeling of being fondled with such force, and Caine, out of the timelessly satisfying warmth and heft of her flesh. Even with such a buxom spouse as Belle, Caine had never lost appreciation for a slightly smaller but no less enticing handful. As he ran his digits under Zara’s swells, his index fingers painted up towards her pierced nipples, prodding inwards just enough to affect her hardened nubs. 
“Fuck...” Zara repeated under her breaths. Ever since Caine had exposed her upper body, she’d been mashing her skirt-covered rear end back into his twitching, enduring erection. The way he fondled and toyed with her nipples only coaxed her to increase her gyrating, bumping and grinding. “You’re full of tricks, aren’t ya pup?” Her whispered words were a thinly veiled cover for just how excited he’d made her already. 
Caine must have known as much, for in place of any verbal reply, his tongue would lash in a slow upwards lick up from Zara’s neck, past her cheek and right to the tip of her pointed feline ear, while his fingers proved just how many more ‘tricks’ he had in store for his houseguest. With thumbs and index fingers, he daintily began pinching her nipples, softly at first, then slowly but surely dragging her nipples outwards as he shifted towards the neat, reflective metal of Zara’s barbell piercings. He ran his fingertips gently over the metal, a cold and sturdy counterpart to the warm perky sensitive skin they had pierced. He twirled his fingers over both ends of the piercings in both his hands, palms under her breasts to support her. These movements alternated with feathery touches to the very peaks of her nipples, and firm tingling flicks which made her flesh move and her breath peak in fleeting gasps. 
Zara felt like she was melting into him. Even the sensations that were less pleasurable for her, she felt bringing a rise in Caine through his confident hands, haggard breaths and his throbbing member staining her now redundant skirt. The knowledge that he too was taking such joy in manhandling her was a pleasure in itself. This lingering treatment, she supposed, was her ‘punishment’ for being such a tease the moment she showed up at the pup’s front door dressed in such stylish yet provocative wear, for an impromptu encounter that could only end one way, as they both knew the moment they met eyes on the hearth. And now, she was more than ready to accept her fate. 
“Fuck me.” She hissed aloud. 
“Hell yeah.” Caine growled. 
With a final tweak and tug on her piercings which sent them bouncing momentarily while Zara’s chest heaved amidst her heat, Caine slowly pulled back from her enough to tug her shirt down from her shoulders. Zara quickly lowered her hands from around his body so that the garment could fall limply down to the floor, crumpling up and leaving Caine free to deftly unclasp and whip her bra off as well. The sudden exposure felt freeing to Zara, who sighed pleasantly, thankful for Caine’s experience with undressing larger women than she. Few things were a more effective turnoff than shaky, unconfident hands fumbling with a bra clasp. 
Zara barely managed to begin pivoting her hips to face Caine behind her, before she felt his hands restraining her comfortably around the hip. 
“Leave it to me, kitten.” He advised her, his thumbs already prying into the hem of her skirt and slinking around until one found purchase upon a tastefully small zipper, which he promptly tugged down with a steady yet tempered pace. 
“Mmmm~” Zara moaned quietly, her tail swishing over the back of Caine’s head while he knelt behind her, stripping her piece by piece. 
Hot as it was to be taken in a sudden act of passion, clothes kept on or peeled aside, there was still a lot to be said for a methodical, skilled stripping. 
Caine slunk her skirt slowly down her juicy thighs and toned legs, her garters and pantyhose soon following, until only her snug deep purple panties clung to her body. When he wrapped his fingers around the sides of that final piece of clothing protecting her modesty (were there any modesty to be had, with how her obvious arousal stained the undergarment), Zara gave a long, low mewl of slight embarrassment, and more than a slight amount of excitement. 
“What’s the matter, sexy kitty?” Caine chuckled, his muzzle poised right behind and under her ass, while his fingers took their time unveiling her sex once and for all. “It’s not like you to get so flustered, babe.” His lips leaned upwards devilishly, delving a whisker away from her moist, prominent pussy lips as her panties finally flopped to the floor, around her ankles and above her heels. “But I gotta say, I’m flattered that I could really turn on someone who turns me on so much.” 
Caine abruptly extended his tongue out from his muzzle, and lapped in one long, luscious lick between Zara’s labia, flicking away with a growl. 
“Haaaahh~!” Zara sang. 
He was right; this was unlike her. Even having visited him with the explicit purpose of fucking his brains out, she hadn’t expected to feel this aroused, this sensitive, this submissive. But then, she hadn’t expected Caine to have so quickly recognised, and catered to, some of her biggest turnons. 
She clutched his head in a firm, restrictive grip. Not to force his muzzle back into her pussy, but to keep him away while she waltzed forwards, stepping out of her own heels in so doing, leaving her finally and completely nude. If he’d continued eating her out, she really would have melted into a hot mewling mess above him. 
But she didn’t want to tumble into such mind breaking pleasure, while needing to rely on shaky, weakened legs. What she wanted, she made dead clear to the canine cleaning up the sexual juices he’d just matted his muzzle with, when she crawled onto the couch, dipped her head low, pushed her ass up high, and began swishing her tail and hips side to side like a metronome. 
She cast her gaze behind her, seeing Caine practically salivating himself at the sight, member throbbing violently as he threw aside the last few clothes of his own. Her yellow eyes burned with a heat that radiated from her core and forced the booming of her heart up to her throat. 
“Fuck your slutty kitty hard, Caine. Please.” Zara begged. 
Within seconds, he’d clutched her by the hip and tail’s root, and began doing exactly that. 
In one slow but deliberate and expert motion, Caine parted Zara’s sex around his cock, the ever tight fit coaxing a duet of pleasured gasps and grunts from the pair. His fingers gripped her smooth furry form tight, while his face clenched amidst the heavenly sensations enveloping his sensitive manhood. The subtle wet *shlick* of her pussy around him seemed all the louder within the otherwise empty house, the sound dwarfed only by Zara’s mewls.
“Ohhgods! Ohh fuck!” She shuddered, head pressed to the comfy cushions. Her hands shredded into the couch, fangs gritting together with saliva and the remains of Caine’s first load wetting her lips and trickling down to her chin, eyes shut tight. The slight sudden discomfort of having her tight tunnel parted wide around such a thick cock was completely masked by the thrill of the sensation, his every hot hard inch rubbing inwards and carving pleasure into her mind through her pussy, liberally lubricated by now thanks to his pre and her aroused juices.  
Once he hilted inside her, the both of them panted out their satisfaction for a moment, heads craning upwards. Then with a sultry purr and chuckle, Zara glanced over her shoulder and her sunlit yellow eyes said more than words could say (however happily she might have begged for it) about what she needed. Caine replied immediately, by tugging his cock inch after inch out of her gripping pink depths, only to force his way back in. 
“Nyah!” Zara suddenly let slip, her head bowing back down as Caine’s hands held her steady from the hips and south, while he took complete charge over her body from where he knelt on the couch behind. Even coming from a man of average height and build such as Caine, Zara still felt an intoxicating excitement from his strong fingers clutching her hip and tugging her tail like some kind of kinky take on a leveraging joystick. His left palm unfurled from her tail’s root, but deftly smeared right from there to the base of her spine, where his splayed palm massaged in a slow wide press of the hand, fingers and thumb included, right up the centre of her back. A sensual show of force in juxtaposition to the rough fucking her pussy was being put through. He wasn’t pressing down too hard for her to fight back, under normal circumstances. But these circumstances were hardly normal, therefore the further his hand smoothed down her back, as though she really were some kind of pet of his to stroke and savour, the more Zara yielded to the pressure. 
“Haaahh... Oh fuck... More...” She whined, her upper body soon buckling right down into the couch with her breasts pressed into the fabric, arms wrapped around a cushion by the armrest and clutching tight. Her back curved to keep her ass high, eagerly receptive to Caine’s every languid roll back and sudden collide deep in her soaking sex. With his cock steadily dragging out and slapping back into her pussy, the bulge of his bulbous head and girthy shaft never failing to trigger jolts of ecstasy to her brain, she was beginning to yelp in low raspy tones every time his hips collided into her cushy rear. 
Those yelps grew into sharper, longer sounds when Caine’s smearing left hand passed between her shoulder blades and up her neck, finding purchase in the roots of her mane. He grasped her skull with a grip that was not quite aggressive, but certainly powerful enough to make her already awakened submissive side burn for him hotter still. 
From above, Caine was grunting and huffing, not out of exhaustion, but the steady focused exertion that a truly indulgent sexual encounter deserved. He’d found his pace well and truly by now, and all the teasing and delicious reactions he’d coaxed from Zara were building his own pleasure at a faster pace than he was used to. That pleasure was beginning to physically manifest in the stream of pre trickling deep into Zara’s enveloping slit, and the swelling of his knot that thumped into her labia every time he smeared her body along the comfy couch right there in his quaint family home. The boiling pleasure was no bad thing by any means, but Caine was nothing if not a considerate lover. Therefore he opted to hasten his pace, grip tightening around Zara’s hip and head noticeably while slapping his glistening canine cock to and fro, out of and back into her sex. Her reaction was to moan louder, and coil her tail around his torso, as if egging him to go deeper. 
The situation seemed familiar to Zara somehow, but in the midst of such mind fogging enjoyment she couldn’t quite put her finger on where the memory resided in her mind’s eye. Then Caine shunted his cock balls deep into her pussy yet again, but kept himself there while his right hand rose from her hip only to descend in a sharp, sudden spank to her jiggling rear. 
“Nyaaaahhnn~!” 
That was it. Of course. He’d learned all this from Taylor, that first day they met at the shop. However much Zara may have wished to make some coy, congratulating comment on his prowess, doing so was impossible given how the surprise spanking almost made her pleasure peak right then and there. 
“Ohhhffffff...” She groaned, tail twitching violently. “Fuckfuckfuck...” she repeated, practically tearing into the cushion in her arms, eyes rolling upwards as she teetered on the edge of orgasm. Part of her wanted to hold back, for the sake of her pride and what power she wanted to believe she still hold over Caine. But the bigger part of her brain wanted to cum around this studly puppy’s cock, and that part was what made her shudder and gyrate her hips around Caine’s member and against his tufty coat. She was on the brink, but not quite... not quite...
Then Caine spanked her again, gripped her ass itself as leverage, and leaned forwards enough to place his weight on the hand clutching her pretty black furred head. 
“Good slutty kitty...” He spat through his own grinding jaws, feeling the pressure and moisture in her cunt. 
“Cum.” He commanded clear as day even through his own pleasure, staring at the curvy feline’s back while furiously humping his cock about inside. Back and forth, side to side, any way he could twitch and move while keeping the girl where he needed her. 
Zara obeyed that command, instantly. 
“Nnhhyyaaaaahhhh! Fuuuuck yes~!!!” Zara’s mind sizzled in orgasmic pleasure as her expression opened up, head pushing up against Caine’s palm while every strand of fur on her body shivered into standing on end. At the centre of the storm of ecstasy, her pussy wrung out Caine’s cock, soaking far beyond his cock itself as her pink treasure squirted in sudden spurts of feminine essence messily over his balls and groin. 
Before her orgasm could begin winding down from a shout to a whisper, Caine ‘rewarded’ Zara’s obedience by letting himself go in an impulsive show of need all his own. 
“Nhhhhrrrfff! FUCK!”
The growl was twinned with a forced shunting of his hips to force his cock to fill Zara deeper and part her wider still, in a way only he and his canine member could. The obscenity itself, he barked when his bulging spherical knot, nearly double the diameter of his shaft, slipped inside her still quivering cumming slit with a lewd strained popping sound effect that pierced through even Zara’s song of rapture. The gripping, warm sensation of finally being as deep as could be within Zara, his nuts squishing against her clit and mound, was all he needed to let loose his own climax. 
No matter how fiercely plugged Caine found himself inside Zara’s pussy, no matter how fruitless any attempts to pull out might have been, that didn’t stop Caine from humping out his orgasm with miniscule whapping motions against the quivering kitten’s rear. Short, loud, feral grunts accompanied his furious, fast motions, the likes of which allowed him to milk out the orgasmic pleasure possessing his mind for all it was worth. All of this while his cock pulsated violently, letting his load forth in thick washing strands that coated Zara from the inside out, nearly every drop splashing and flooding back past his cock and spreading through her pussy with a stimulating, highly pressured warmth. 
Zara’s moans had ceased, but she was by no means beyond her climax yet. The feeling of Caine knotting her, however familiar it was by now, overrode all thoughts and forced her voice into a near silent, overwhelmed gasping. Meanwhile the cushioning and satisfying grind of his fuzzy, matted-down pelvis fast humping a friction burn into her butt provided a comfortable sensual counterpoint. With a lack of noise from her lips, she was more acutely aware of the quiet yet very telling sounds of their lower regions smearing together, and of the few juicy strands of spunk trickling out of her knotted pussy. The subtle soundscape perfectly complemented the warming, filling, ample creampie she was being subjected to. Once Caine's thrusting died out, body coming to rest above her own with fingers slipping off from her bedraggled hair while his other palm lazily slunk from her sore ass to her waist, Zara broke her muted state with a slow, sonorous sigh. 
Both of them allowed their eyes to drift shut, the final embers of lust flickering and fading even while their most sensitive regions continued their lewd embrace. 
With that fiendishly designed member of his trapping her as deep as she would fit down Caine's cock, Zara could only muster subtle wiggles and twitches from her hips while her chest heaved. It was a good thing then, she reflected with a chuckle and a prodding nuzzle into Caine's sweat matted cheek, that she didn't want to be anywhere else at that moment. 

"So..." Caine husked, preluding to a broad tongued lick across Zara's cheek. "What happens now, kitty? You want that coffee for real, now?” 
Zara hummed for a moment, impressed at the pup's vigour. It didn't take her long to devise a plan. If he had the time and energy to indulge her, then she knew just the way to reward her favourite customer for his hospitality. 
"Better boil that kettle once you can slip outta me, pup." Zara purred, eyes predatorily slitted and mischievously half lidded. "And give me a minute to something that’s a different kinda comfortable~" 

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"You've, heh, done this before, right?" Caine chuckled nervously, spread eagle on the bed. 
"Y'know how open minded Taylor is." Zara brushed his comment off, before chugging back the last gulp of her whiskey laced beverage, shivering it off as she adjusted the garment clinging to her hips. "Oof! Good stuff, that. Where'd ya get y’hands on such good liquor, sexy?" 
“Um, I dunno, some holiday? Listen kitten, I trust you but, you’re gonna be careful, right? I’m, heh, a little... sensitive down there.” Caine continued, heart pounding and cock twitching against his belly despite his reservations. He felt conflicted, head turned to the side bashfully as he flitted between avoiding Zara’s imposing gaze, and staring at the impressive strap-on she’d rummaged out of Belle’s ‘toy chest’. 
Inadvertently, Caine’s shy, flushed reaction to his own bravely honest words just made Zara feel more enamoured. 
“Don’tcha worry, cutie.” Zara growled warmly, prowling up the bed on her hands and knees until she was able to kneel between his legs and begin hoisting Caine upwards. “I’m no stranger to ‘product demonstrations’. I’ll take goooood care o’ you.” 
Her fluttering eyes convinced Caine to face his fuckable feline friend as the fake phallus between her legs, thankfully liberally oiled up, began prodding into his pucker. 
At that moment, amongst the maelstrom of thoughts in his anticipating mind, more than anything Caine simply hoped Taylor was taking ‘goooood care’ of his wife, too. 

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“OHHHH FUCK! YES! DEEPER, TAYLOR! FUCK YOUR SLUTTY COW DEEPER! AAAAHHHNNN!” 
“NNNNHH! DAMN, BELLE! YOU’RE ONE TIGHT LI’L BOVINE BITCH! GRRRR!” 
Clara was getting pretty tired of this. And turned on, but now was hardly the time for acts of sexual abandon, a fact that her dear sister seemed to have thrown to the wayside the moment her friend Taylor had shown up at the store that day. She had nothing against the guy, and she could certainly understand the compulsion to act on the heat of the moment with such a ‘close’ friend. 
But they’d been at it for like, two hours! Enough was enough! 
“Alright you two...” Clara snapped in the best disciplinary voice she could muster while bursting into a scene that, while entirely predictable based on the sexual symphony she’d been overhearing involuntarily all this time, still shocked her. “How much longer are you two going to be?!” 
Belle found it hard to answer with a cruelly thick lion dick slamming up into her pussy time and time again, guided by strong groping hands that’d been scraping into her voluptuous ass ever since they’d taken on the cowgirl position about two orgasms ago. But she found it near impossible to do anything but grit her teeth, roll her eyes back into their sockets, and scream in her newest orgasm of the day when that cock erupted once more into her womb, the big cat’s fangs gnawing her neck. 
“NNNNHHHAAAAAAHH! SO... MUCH...” 
Clara sighed. From where she stood, leant against the doorway, the view certainly wasn’t bad, but it could’ve been better. Mostly she was staring at Taylor’s back and rear, with her sister’s arms draped lazily over his shoulders with sexual exhaustion, her face dripping with what could only be more of his cum. Handsome as he was, Taylor wasn’t Clara’s type, in more ways than one. But at least her sister was having fun, if the veritable puddle of spunk and feminine juice soaking and spilling from the table in their breakroom was anything to go by. All the same, she wished she could’ve at least gotten a full frontal of her sexy cum-bathed sister! 
“C’mon, seriously Belle, we have to open the store again.” 
As Belle finally refocused her big blue eyes, Clara felt her resolve waiver. She stepped closer, lightening her tone. 
“If I give you ten more minutes, can you be done by then?” She asked, as kindly as she could stand to. 
Belle just giggled, clutching Taylor tighter still. The lion chuckled nervously, keeping wisely quiet where he sat in the middle of this sisterly debate. 
“Dunno...” Belle cooed, before straightening up her posture to look Taylor in the eyes. “How much more you got in you, big fella?” 
Taylor condeded to the tantalising, tempting face of his insatiable friend.  He did, after all, promise Zara that he’d take care of Belle in her absence. 
“How many ya need, sugar?” He growled, with a swift spank to her ass. 
As it all began again, Clara shook her head, but couldn’t fight back a smile. 
“I guess we’re taking another half day then, right Belle?” 
“YESSSS~!”