Friday slugged past with excruciating torpor. Farrah’s time spent in class felt disconnected from reality. Her mind was firmly wrapped around what was going to happen the next day. She was hardly any help for her students. Saturday morning came and she busied herself over getting the house perfect. Her house was small, given that her tiny frame didn’t require much space. Shaw, however, was a huge man. Everything needed to be organized perfectly to make way for him. Even if the place was bigger, she wanted it to look nice. He was a special guest, after all. 

Two o’clock came by and a huge Dodge Charger rumbled into her driveway. It announced itself with two loud revs. Watching from the window, she could see Shaw behind the wheel, grinning like an idiot. Charlie, her badger neighbor from across the street, sneered derisively as he doted over his rose garden. She wasn’t surprised. Charlie always was the crotchety type. Shaw got out of his Charger. He wore a pair of aviators, a skin-tight black t-shirt, and jeans. Farrah scoffed. What a dweeb. As he strode to her front porch, she took a deep breath and composed herself. She had to maintain an annoyed demeanor up until the fun started. It had been a while since she had done a roleplay requiring acting that wasn’t sexual wrath.

Dee-dong!

Here we go. She went to the front door and looked through the windows at the sides of the door. There he was, wearing that smug grin of his. He lowered his sunglasses and shot her a coy look. She feigned a groan and rolled her eyes. She opened the door and looked up at him with her best unamused face.

“Farrah,” he greeted. “How are you?”

“Please,” she said. “Call me Ms. Curtis, Mr. Shaw.”

He showed his palms apologetically. “As you wish. May I come in?”

“Yeah,” she said, turning her back on him without bothering to offer a proper invitation. Doing good, doing good, she told herself. She walked to the kitchen and sat at the cast iron table. He hadn’t followed her. “In the kitchen,” she yelled. He took a few more moments before he peeked his brawny head from around the doorway. She almost apologized for the confusing floor design. Many visitors got lost in its unnecessarily chaotic architecture. “Have a seat,” she said, pointing to the other chair.

“Sure thing.” He pulled the chair out with a hideous screeching noise that made Farrah flinch. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, praying he hadn’t scraped the floor. It was her own fault for putting a cast iron table set in the kitchen. He took a seat in the comically small chair. “So! Let’s talk.”

She looked at him with contempt. “You’re in a rush.”

“Oh no! I’m not rushing, I’m not rushing. Just thought I’d break the ice.” He leaned back in his chair and laced his paws behind his head. His pecs stretched the shirt fabric in front of them. She couldn’t help but ogle them just a little.

“There’s no need for any ice-breaking, Mr. Shaw. let’s just get this over with.”

“Now look who’s rushing.”

She rolled her eyes.

“So, do you have it?” he asked.

“Of course I have it. Why the hell would I have called you if I didn't?”

He looked hurt. “Whoa. No need to get feisty. Maybe you needed some friendly company, some male company.”

“Oh, please,” she scoffed, both out of feigned revulsion and humor.

“This place feels real lonely. You shouldn't be here all by yourself like this, pretty girl like you.”

“Stop it,” she said curtly, secretly flattered.

“What’s that Shakespeare poster?”

That took her off guard. “For Richard III?”

He nodded.

“It’s an old advertisement from the Matrix theater before it burned down. It’s from 1916. They had an auction five years ago for a bunch of stuff that predated the fire.”

“How much did you spend?”

“600.”

“Wow.”

She shrugged. “I like Shakespeare.” That was an understatement, of course. That Richard III poster was one of her prized possessions. She burnt all of the money she had saved for the auction on it, eager to get her paws on a relic of the Matrix theater’s Shakespearean history. She was glad Shaw had noticed it.

“What’s Richard III about?”

“You want me to sit here and explain a Shakespeare play to you?” she asked, not that she wasn’t prepared to. Richard III was one of her favorites and, in her opinion, the most egregiously overlooked. She had it committed to memory. It would’ve put the two of them waaay off track, but she was ready to drown him in her love of Shakespeare if he wanted it.

“No, not if you don’t want to. Like I said, I’m just trying to break the ice with a nice conversation.” He laid his elbow on the table, pointed his forearm up, and rested his chin on his fist. Farrah could make out the individual sinews and tendons fluting up his arm. She wanted to feel them so badly. Gosh, he’s so strong.

“Can we just get down to business?” she asked, shaking off the urge to give his forearm a nice friendly squeeze.

He politely gestured with his paw. “Proceed.”

She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a pen and folded piece of paper she had kept there for this moment. She unfolded the paper and clicked the pen. 

“So, how much did I owe you in the beginning?” she asked.

“Ten grand,” he said, then added, “I like your earrings.”

Why thank you! she tried not to say as she scribbled down 10,000 onto the paper. She pulled a number out of her ass. “And I gave you 1600 on that first payment, right?”

“Correct. Y’know, I’ve never taken the time to appreciate how beautiful your eyes are. They’re like lavender.”

She got that a lot, but it never failed to flatter her. She subtracted 1,600 from 10,000. “OK,” she sighed. “We’re at 8,400, and last week I gave you 4,000, right?”

Shaw didn’t respond. She looked up and caught him staring right at her tits. He looked right into them, smiling blankly as if contemplating a past compliment. Farrah was never the woman to flaunt her ample cleavage so that men would make eyes at her, but she enjoyed the way she could entrance some men like she was Shaw. He let him get a few more seconds in before she started snapping her fingers.

“Excuse me. Hellooooooo,” she growled. “I’m up here.” She angrily pointed her fingers up at her eyes.

He blinked and looked back up at her, smiling as if nothing was wrong. “My apologies. What were you saying?”

She took a deep breath, acting impatient. “We were down to 8,400. I gave you 4,000. Now we’re down to 4,400. Right?”

“Yes. 4,400.”

She wrenched her lips and batted her pen against the table. “And how much do you want now?”

“All of it.” he said frankly.

“All of it,” she repeated.

“Yup. All of it.”

She dropped her pen and massaged her face tiredly. “Mr. Shaw, you’re killing me.”

“I know it’s a lot at once, but the sooner we get this done, the better it will be for the both of us. Or… we can come up with some other way to clear your debt.” He leaned back and slid his thumb down his waistband. Farrah lowered her paws and scowled at him. There he was with that infuriatingly smug grin, gently pulling at the front of his jeans, ready to show what lay beneath. 

If your cock is anything like you describe it, I won't see much. “Let me get my checkbook,” she muttered, then got up to go to her bedroom. She headed down the hallway hung with pictures of family and vacation. She heard the whump-whump of his footfalls following her. She spun around and scowled up at him. “I can make it to my bedroom unescorted, thank you,” she spat. She clenched her fists to the point of trembling. If he decided to touch her there, she was ready to strike.

“We’re going to your bedroom? I definitely wanna go there.”
She groaned and resumed her march down the hall. “Please, just stop.” Except she hoped he wouldn’t. She was already having fun. She walked into her bedroom and went to the side of her bed. She got on her knees and bent forward, pretending to reach for her checkbook. She knew that beneath the bed was a weird place to keep such a thing, but searching here gave her an opportunity to kindly show off her ass. She bent herself low and arched her back. Her wormtail lifted up like a curious snake, uncensoring her posterior. She grinned stupidly underneath the bed, knowing that Shaw was getting a hell of a show. She swayed her butt playfully, feeling the already tight fabric of her leggings stretch around her expansive curves. 

Finally Shaw delivered on his part of the script and cupped his paw beneath her haunch. He dragged his palm up her buttock, allowing her heavy mound of doughy flesh to rise and fall with a healthy wobble. She yelped dramatically and leapt up from the floor. She stared at him in shock, opening her mouth and eyes as far as they would go. He looked back proudly, knowing what was coming next. 

She twisted her mien into one of rage and balled her fist. This is it. As hard as you can, just like he asked. She reeled her arm back and swung it at him full force. He didn’t move, barely flinching as her fist rocketed towards his jaw and slammed into it with a meaty THUK! His jaw whipped aside under her blow and brought his head along with it. Shaw did a full 180, landing on his stomach in front of her. The whole room seemed to jump from the impact of his giant frame. 

Farrah, meanwhile, was shaking her paw in agony, gaping her maw in a silent scream. Damn, he’s solid! After recovering, she leapt on his back and pinned his wrists behind him, wrenching his arms up in a vicious duel-hammerlock. 

“You dirty FREAK!” she screamed. “You fucking PERVERT!” He tried to speak, but she silenced him by grabbing his hair and mashing his face into the carpet. Muffled shouts of agony rose from the floor as she twisted his face harder and harder. “You like groping women, huh? HUH?”

She yanked his head up. He gasped deeply. “Guhh! Oh my God!! Farrah!! I-!” 

She cut him off by slamming his face back down. “Shut the fuck up! You picked the right fucking one, you piece of shit!” She yanked at his arm some more, making him whimper and squeal.

“Erm urry!” he said into the carpet.

She didn’t understand him. Having his face mushed into the floor didn’t make for easy communication. She yanked his head up again, like an interrogator pulling someone’s face out of a trough. “What’d you say?”

“I’m sorry!” Farrah could see the fear written across his face. His lips were contorted into a sorrowful frown as he started to cry. “Oh God!! I’m so sor-!”

Once again his face was met with carpet. Farrah grinned maliciously. She was starting to enjoy herself. “I don’t give a fuck!” She leaned forward and hovered her snarling mouth above his ear. She jabbed her finger into his neck. “If you move, I swear to fucking God I’ll rip your nuts off. Do you understand?” All she got was a meek groan. She lifted his head. “What?”

“YES! I understand!”

She let go of his head, letting it plop down to the floor with a whump. She got off of him and walked over to her nightstand, where she kept some of her handcuffs. She opened the drawer and looked at her options. Two had fuzzy-soft cuffs; the other was solid stainless steel. Figuring Shaw wouldn’t want any kind treatment, she went with the latter. She returned to him and planted her knee on his back. She locked the cuffs on tight.

“You fucking piece of shit,” she muttered. She stood up and gave him a soft kick to the ribs. “Get up. I SAID GET UP.” She kicked him again, harder this time. She didn’t think she could do much damage to him no matter how hard she tried. Kicking his ribs was like punting a medicine ball.

He shuffled onto his knees. His head was hung in shame. A pathetic frown sagged his lips. He lifted his gaze up to her. His two little kitty eyes met her. They glistened with tears which ran down his cheeks. He looked hilariously precious. Farrah forced herself into an exaggerated scowl in order to stop herself from laughing. She lifted her paw and pimp-slapped him across the face, if just to stop him from looking at her like that. He whimpered erratically, sounding ready to hyperventilate.

“Shut up,” she said.

He inhaled sharply and obeyed in a comically abrupt fashion.

She sneered at him. “Just look at you. Pathetic. You call yourself a man? You’re not a man, going around touching women. You’re pure filth. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes…” he muttered quietly.

She reached out and grabbed his chin, squishing his cheeks together with her fingers. She pulled his face towards her and leaned forward. “I said you know that, don’t you?” She saw his nose twitch against her breath. Shit. I hope it doesn’t stink.

“Yes,” he squeaked.

She shoved his face away. “You fucking got that right, scum.” His face grew flush. “Look at you blushing. God, you’re pitiful. You really make me sick. I’m fucking serious about that,” she said as she fought back a smirk. “Somebody needs to take you down a notch.” She took off her glasses and flung them onto her bed. Immediately her eyes narrowed into a squint. She liked to joke to people that she was Velma, because she couldn’t see shit without her glasses. Men always complimented that she looked both prettier and scarier without her glasses. What many interpreted as a withering gaze was actually her blind ass trying to focus. “I think you need to learn your place,” she said, looking into what she hoped were Shaw’s eyes. “What do you think?”

“Farrah, I’m sorry. I won-”

She wound her arm back and swatted his face again, throwing her whole body into it. She was lucky to catch his cheek and not his jaw or temple. “You shut the fuck up! Don’t speak unless spoken to, bitch!”

Shaw gasped at her sudden insult. He fought back sobs with a trembling lip. She knew he liked it. Men adored being called bitches.

She laughed at him. “Guess I’m the first person to call you that. Get used to it, bitch.” It was time to get him out of his clothes, which got her excited. She would get to see his muscles now. She squatted down and grabbed the collar of his shirt. Without thinking, she dug her claws into the fabric and ripped it open. She immediately regretted it, knowing there was no way he brought a spare. Oops. She tore his shirt all the way down to the hem. She opened it up and gazed upon his splendid trunk. He was a specimen to behold, displaying a white belly rippled with dense muscle. Reaching into the white of his fur where the thinning tendrils of his black stripes. They looked like fingers ready to feel up his beautiful physique. Farrah couldn’t help but feel a buzz of arousal at the sight of him. “Well, you have a nice body. I’ll give you that.” That was an understatement. He was built like a Hellenic demi-god, but that wouldn’t stop Farrah. She was the god around here, not him. She made sure to remind him of that when she pinched his bitty nipple between the knuckles of her fingers. He cried out like a girl. 

“That doesn’t change shit though, bitch,” she said as she twisted and pulled on his little pink button. He squealed effeminately. “That’s right. Sing, bitch.” She gave it one good yank until it slid out from her knuckles, looking like it had been flattened by an anvil. He started breathing rapidly. “Oh, please. It wasn’t that bad. I can do worse things,” she said as her eyes fell down to his crotch. She shot her arm out and grabbed his balls. “Like this for example.”

Shaw’s mouth fell open into a mute scream of agony. She kneaded his balls together in her grasp, rolling them around like fidget toys. She felt his cock slither from his sheathe and budge against her finger.

“Ah, there we go. We have lift-off.” She squeezed harder and harder. He weeped loudly.

“Oh God! Please, Farrah!”

“Please? Please what? Let you go?” She clenched her fist around his balls so hard that her arm shook. “I don’t think so. You touched me, now I touch you. That’s fair, isn’t it? If you don’t like it, well too fucking bad. Neither did I.” She gave a very unfriendly tug on his scrotum, bowing him forward. “These are what make you a man, huh? If I rip them off, what does that turn you into? Wouldn’t change much. A bitch is a bitch, balls or not.” She relinquished his balls and stood back.

Shaw gasped loudly and collapsed forward, landing his forehead on the floor. Farrah looked into her palm, scowling with thought. She guesstimated how big his balls were based on what she felt. Shaw sat back up. She looked down at him and sneered.

“I felt your balls. Now I know you’re not a real man,” she told him. He hung his head in shame. Speaking of balls, it was his pants’ turn to come off. She reached her leg out and pushed him onto his back with her big toe. He whumped onto the floor like a sack of wheat. She squatted next to him and undid his button and zipper. She jerked his shorts and underwear down beneath his scrotum, a puffy cloud of white fur cradling two balls. His cock stood from his sheath proudly, featuring tiny barbs poking out from around the top of his shaft. He wasn’t miniscule, but he wasn’t big. She figured that his immense build made it look smaller than it was. It was nothing to be ashamed of, like most other mens’. Of course, that didn’t make a difference. She was there to tell him otherwise.

“What the-? Hold on,” she said, acting surprised. She pointed at it disbelievingly. “That’s it? That’s your cock? Oh my God!” She giggled like a school girl mocking the boy who tripped and spilled his lunch tray at the cafeteria. It was a laugh she had perfected. Shaw’s face burned red hot as he turned his head away in shame. She nudged it with her foot, as if inspecting its firmness. “Wow, David. Just… Wow. I had anticipated much more out of you. This is downright pitiful. Look at it! Do all tigers have baby dicks, or is it just you? There’s no way. It has to be only you. Sheesh.” She stepped her foot on his balls. She liked the way his fuzzy scrotum hairs tickled between her toes. She grinded the ball of her foot on him, making him whimper. “You’ve been going around hitting on women with this bitty thing your whole life? Unacceptable. Someone needs to teach you what a real man’s cock looks like.” She walked over him, stepping on his chest and squeezing the air out of his lungs.

Now was her chance to do something she loved: teasing. She got undressed, smoothly removing each article of clothing one by one. She grabbed her panties and slowly slid them down her thick legs as she bent over, aiming her ass at him. She kept her worm tail lifted, showing off everything. She heard him sit back up. She knew he was watching, plastering his eyes all over her. She smiled to herself, feeling flattered. She straightened up with a sexy glide of her fingers up her legs. She looked over her shoulder at him.

“You like it?” He nodded, jaw slack with awe. She hummed contently. Damn right, you do. She cupped her pompous buttocks and jiggled them for him. She swirled her paws around and spread them. She could feel the kiss of the bedroom air and the stab of his gaze against her pink star. “How much do you want it?” she asked.

“So much,” he groaned. “I want it so bad.”

“Beg for it,” she said throatily. She tilted her hips quizzically and swayed her butt. His eyes swung in their sockets in tandem with it.

“Please, Master Curtis,” he begged. “Please let me touch it. I want it so bad, so bad. I’ll be a good boy. I’ll do whatever master says. You’re so beautiful. Your ass was crafted by the gods.” Farrah almost laughed at that one. “I swear I’ll be a good boy. I won’t be naughty.” His lip trembled. “Please.”

Farrah’s eyes closed and her lips curled into a smile. She wallowed in his praise. His kind yet pitiful words of worship washed across her ego like a bath of champagne, bristling her fur with goose prickles and stiffening her nipples. He knew how to make a girl feel special, at least. 

“You really want it that bad, don’t you?” she asked. He nodded, looking like Oliver Twist begging for more porridge. “Mmm, that’s too bad,” she said morosely, then abruptly walked to her closet. That made her feel powerful. Out of all the punishments she inflicted on men throughout the years, it was teasing and denial that proved the cruelest. She fucking loved it.

Her closet was behind two slat doors which she slid open. In the right half of the closet hung her clothes, innocent and patient. On the left were shelves decked with savage tools of her trade: dildos, whips, straps, spreader bars, gags, paddles, plugs, beads, collars, leashes, clamps, vibrators, and the like. Sitting loud and proud on one shelf was her collection of dildos, each one a strap on. Standing out above all the rest were her two Chance the stallions, cocks that adequately testified  equine masculinity. One was flared, the other not. She twisted her lips, debating in her head what to do. Shaw had expressed how he wanted her to fuck him with her biggest cock, but she sincerley doubted he would come off of flared Chance alive. Even the unflared version was nothing to be taken lightly.

“What’s in there?” Shaw asked.

“Hey!” she snapped, swinging her head to face him. “Did I fucking say you could speak?”

“No! No! Sorry!”

“Alright, then shut the fuck up. God, you’re annoying.” She looked back into the closet, hiding her face behind the folded door. Shit. Can’t keep him waiting. She grabbed the unflared Chance, a light blue sceptre with a white splotch pattern. She closed the closet and showed it to him.

His eyes went wide when he saw it. The color drained from his face. “No… Not that, anything but that. Master Curtis, please. You can’t.”

“Fuck you I can’t,” she growled. Her aggression belied how she really felt. She still wasn’t sure if this was a good idea. A part of her hoped he would say ‘eraser’, their established safe word, and ask for a smaller one.

“Oh God! No, please!” he continued. “No! Nonon-nonononononononono!” He lurched backwards as if trying to keep his distance from that awful column of sex. 

“Heh, look at you,” she scoffed, maintaining her persona while concealing her weariness. “You really are a bitch. You see a real cock for the first time and this is how you react? Typical.” She wouldn’t have blamed him, in reality. Chance was a monster, featuring a weight unparalleled by any other dildo modeled in a realistic fashion. She had watched films starring the pornstar. Women tended to scratch and scream when he fucked them. That wasn’t acting.

“I chose this one just for you, David,” Because the other one would fucking kill you. “I’m certain a horse of all animals will be able to teach you what a real man’s cock looks like. Chance will be happy to oblige~” She caressed the awesome shaft with her thumb and index finger, grinning evilly.

Shaw tried to say something, but his mouth seemed paralysed. Curtis lifted an eyebrow, waiting for him to say the word. Say it. Just say it. He didn’t. All he could manage was a weak groan.

Oh well. Let’s see how this goes. “That’s what I thought.” She attached the strap-on to herself. It was like a jockstrap, one belt around the waist, one around each thigh. When the final clip snapped, it officially became an extension of her. No matter how imagined, she felt sensation running through her silicone cock from hilt to head. To her it was very real, as it would for Shaw very soon, too.

Shaw shook his head. “No…”

Farrah nodded. “Yes. You asked for this. You deserve this. There’s nothing you can do to stop it.” Except say eraser. Come on, man, don’t let pride get you killed. She approached him, flopping her penis about wildly. Walking in these things was always awkward. She stopped with its tip just inches away from his face. “Kiss it,” she demanded.

He looked up at her in shock.

“You heard me,” she said icily. “Kiss it. Put your lips on it. I’m not going to wait.”

He looked down at her cock. His face was wracked in turmoil. He closed his eyes and leaned forward. He weakly smooched her tip.

“Good kitty. Now suck it.” Gasped and gave her a horrified look. “Don’t look at me like that,” she growled. “I told you what to do, so now you’re going to fucking do it. Suck my cock. Now.”

He gritted his teeth together, trying to bear the humiliation. Farrah reveled in his struggle. He took a deep breath and opened his maw. He put it over her cock and held it for a moment before he fell back with a gasp.

“Oh God. Oh Gah... Fuhhh… Oh….”

“Don’t make me force it in.” Farrah threatened. That was going to happen either way. For now she wanted to watch him blow her on his own willpower, which was far more humiliating. He returned his mouth to her phallus and devoured the head entirely. He did not retreat, but went no further.

“Deeper,” Farrah commanded.

He obeyed and dragged his mouth further down her shaft. His nose made it down halfway before he fell back and started a steady bob. He closed his mouth fully and began sucking in earnest. He whimpered through his nose.

“Mmmm~” Farrah hummed, sensing real pleasure along her silicone member. “Good kitty. That’s it. Kitty’s mouth is so wet. You’re very good at this. I’m sure you’ve done it before.” She knew plenty of men who boasted their practice on other phalluses, real or not. Judging by how Shaw closed his eyes and how he started to moan, she was willing to bet he had too. “Look at me,” she said.
His amber eyes opened and peered up at her. They shimmered under a thin sheen of tears. “You have pretty eyes.”

“Thangkhoo,” he muttered, mouth full of dick.

“You like big dicks in your mouth, don’t you?”

“Mmhmm…”

“I know you do, bitch.”

He didn’t react or even flinch. He’d accepted what he was. “Ahm a wittuh bitchh,” he mumbled.

“I know you are.”

“Ah lakh bick cohks im muh mawf.”

“I know you do. You like my cock?”

“Yeshhh… Ish so bick im muh mawf… Ish so bick im muh mawf!” He sounded like he was about to cry, he loved it so much.

“Yeah, of course you do, my sweet kitty.” She closed her eyes and swooned her head back. She sighed through her nose, losing herself in the delight Shaw bestowed her with his mouth. She let him enjoy himself for one last moment. Then it was time to get real. “Y’know, it makes me wonder.” Her paw grabbed the back of his head.

“Hmm?” he grunted, surprised.

She pulled his head in and thrusted her hips. Just like that, her cock breached his throat, making him gag. She nonchalantly started fucking his face.

“A big guy like you who likes dick this much… It’s kinda funny, y’know?” She pounded his face steadily, bucking her hips and clenching her giant buttocks. She pulled her thrusts as best she could, careful not to hurt or suffocate him. He cried out on her cock, only to be cut off each time it punched into his throat.

“Nnnngh! Nnnnn- ECH! Acch! Mmnnnnn- ACK! Khhhhhh- ULK!”

She carried on, feigning oblivion to his struggle. She swooned her head as her mind fabricated an approaching climax. “Oh, David,” she cooed. “You’re gonna make me cum, you hear me?” He choked his response. “Here we go. I’m gonna bust a fat load in your little slut mouth. Here it cums~!” She wrinkled her face and gave one final, triumphant push of her hips. “HHHHNNNNGGGGHH~!” The two of them imagined a climax which sent hot, thick ropes of horse cum down Shaw’s gullet. Though her orgasm was counterfeit, genuine pleasure boiled in her loins. She pulled out of his mouth with one sharp yank, sounding like she yanked  a drain stopper out of a tub.

“GUUUUHHHH!” he gasped. He bent over and coughed violently. Spittle drooped from his lips and was smeared across Farrah’s cock. His eyes were terribly red and watered profusely.

Farrah clapped his back, hoping that he wouldn’t cough up a lung. “Holy shit, David. I underestimated you. That was amazing. I can feel it in my balls. You liked that, didn’t you?” He sat upright and nodded, looking like shit. She grabbed the top of his head and playfully swatted his cheeks with her cock. “I bet you did, you little bitch, you slut. What are you?”

“I’m a little bitch…” he muttered, returning to that look of pure sorrow.

“That’s right. Now get up. Be a good kitty and bend over the side of the bed.” Here we go. Please don’t die on me. Shaw stood up and limply obeyed. She walked up behind him and raised his cat tail. She looked into the valley of his backside, lined with his white underfur and punctuated in the center by his little pink star. “You’ve got a nice pussy.” She grabbed his haunches with her thumbs buried into his crevice and spread them. His little pucker opened up, looking up at her cutely. She hocked a loogie and spat on it.

“Gah!” Shaw said with a sharp jerk.

She coated her saliva around his wrinkled crater and jammed her middle and ring fingers into him. All of his muscles seized in unison. She jabbed and twisted her fingers around, gauging how tight he was. Damn. There’s not a lot of room in here. This is gonna suck.

“You know why I’m doing this?” she asked haughtily.

“Why-y-y-y-y?”

She leaned her lips up to his ear. “To get you ready for the main event.” She popped her fingers out of his ass and spanked him. He yelped and buried his face into the comforter. She returned to the closet and fetched a bottle of lube. She popped it open and squirted a copious amount into her palm. She lied when she said the fingering was for the main event; that wasn’t gonna do shit. This was for the main event. She lathered the aloa scented substance all over her cock, ensuring every square inch was properly soaked. I hope this helps enough, she thought grimly. She stepped up behind him, her massive tool pointed towards his defenseless tail hole. She spread his cheeks. “You ready, slut?”

“No…”

Yeah, neither am I. “Good. Here I come.” She opened his sphincter with her thumbs and prodded it with her cock. She pushed verrrrrrrrrry carefully, keeping the tip as centered around his anus as possible. His pucker distended slowly and painfully, until it miraculously encompassed the head and swallowed it whole. Shaw was growling through the pain, sounding like he would if he was lifting weights. That was step one. Now it was time to go deeper. She pushed onward, sliding ever so carefully into his stretched asshole. He began to whimper. Farrah felt for him. 

She continued forth halfway down her shaft and came to a halt. She held herself there to let him adjust as well as he could. She stood there, paws on his hips, waiting patiently as he squirmed and whined. Slowly he started to relax. His whimpers eased off a bit. She pulled back and pushed forward again, initiating their session of difficult pegging.

Shaw bounced and writhed beneath her. His limbs jerked at random, kicking out his legs and pulling his wrists against the cuffs. His grunts of pain were accompanied by distinct moans. He was starting to love it.

Thank God. “Mmm, David. Your pussy is so tight.” She buried herself deeper by small increments with each thrust. He could take a little more than half, but nothing else. Every thrust brought on sharp spasms in his muscles which she could see through the taut skin across his back. He started moaning loudly, hardly registering the pain over the unavoidable pleasure.

“Oh? You like that? Huh, bitch?” She picked up the pace and spanked his butt.

“OH YES! YES!” he screamed, sounding like a little girl.

“You like my cock? Huh? You dirty little whore?”

“YEEEEEESSS!!!”

She tilted forward, dug her claws into his hips, and bared her teeth into a snarl. “THEN TAKE IT BITCH!” She fucked him hard. This was the unraveling of her self-control, the pressurized explosion of frustration bottled and buried so deep inside. Shaw was not the first to experience it, and he would not be the last. He was but another receptacle for that feminine fury which drove her equine piston home with terrible force.

Shaw delighted in every moment of it, evident thanks to his boyish screams of pleasure. It didn’t take him long to cum. He let loose a shrill caterwaul as he pumped out hot love from his cock onto the bed. His body rocked violently. Farrah held on tight, unwilling to get bucked off by this bull.

Shaw’s climax ended, and Farrah pulled out of him with a nasty shllllllllp! The dildo was desecrated in a nasty coating of grime and lube. To her horror, there was a faint hint of blood layered with it. Fuck! She inspected his hole, which was yawned into a gnarly O. She felt proud of what she accomplished, but couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. Maybe even unflared Chance was too much after all.

Shaw slumped down the edge of the bed and sat on the floor. He rolled over and laid his back against the bed frame. He looked exhausted, like he had been awake for days. A splat of cum was plastered beneath his navel. More of it was on the comforter.

“Wow,” Farrah said. “That’s quite the mess you made. You really do love cock inside of you, don’t you?” Shaw nodded and smacked his lips. He looked thirsty. “I can tell.” Farrah scooped up some of his seed off of the comforter with her two fingers. She grimaced and poked it into his open mouth. He closed it and suckled sweetly.

“You like cum?” she asked.

“Mmhmm…”

“You like having cum in your little whore mouth?”

“Yesh mashtuh…”

“Of course you do, filthy slut,” she scoffed. She slid her fingers out and wiped them off on his chest. “Stand up.” He remained seated, looking way too tired to do anything. “Stand up. I swear to God you don’t want to make me madder than I already am. Stand. Up.”

He staggered to his feet, teetering dangerously close to falling. He steadied himself, leaning back against the bed. She looked him up and down. He’d had his orgasm, but they weren’t done. Not even close. They still had some fun to take care of.

“I have an idea,” she said, chuckling. “I think I can make some use out of your worthless fucking hide.”

“OK…”

She smacked him. “Shut up, bitch.” Damn, slapping him around is way too fun. She shoved him in the chest, flopping him onto the bed. She reached for her panties on the ground and stretched them out for him. “I think you’ll look good in these. What do you think?” She started putting them on him before he could answer. They stretched to near-tearing by the time they wrapped around his genitals. They were so thin that they hardly looked pink anymore. Curtis always bought cheap pairs of underwear for this exact purpose. She included their costs in her charges.

“Stand up,” she said. He did. His package seemed ready to burst through the fabric at any moment. “Pffffft… Ha! This is perfect! Hold on.” She bounded to her closet, silicone penis flopping about. She loved doing this because she could abandon all professional demeanor. She acted like she would if she saw a neat artifact at a museum, fetching her camera from the closet and coming back to snap some photos. “You’re gonna pose for me. I’m gonna take some pictures and post them on the internet for money. Understood?”

“Yes master…” he muttered.

For the next several minutes, Farrah came close to forgetting what it was she was there to do. She had a blast making him pose in every way she could think of. Her laughter at his expense wasn’t acting. She got creative, locking a steel chastity cage over his cock and putting a black short skirt on him. She even made him twerk for her. That had her dying. They sat on the edge of her bed looking through the lurid album. Farrah joked that he was going to make her rich. Whenever he looked away in shame she would pull his jaw and force him to look. 

When they were done, she took off the nasty strap-on and set it on her nightstand. It stood there proudly, smeared in grimy lube that shone in the sunlight. She retrieved a black leather collar and leash and put them around his neck. She tugged it hard, pulling him off the bed and putting him on his knees. She climbed back on the bed and laid on her back with her legs dangling over the edge. She spread them, showing him her fat cunt.

“I’ve been merciful to you all day. I let you suck my cock and made you cum. Now I think it’s time you thanked me properly.” She yanked on the leash, pulling his face into the heated proximity of her loins. This was her first time doing this, with a client at least. She usually forbade contact with her pussy, both to tease and to prevent what they were doing from being classified as prostitution, which was illegal (pegging still constituted as sex, but nobody had to know about that). However, she wasn’t charging Shaw anything. This was purely for fun. She could allow him some liberties.

Shaw bowed his face into her crotch and blepped his little kitty tongue onto her slit. Nibbles of pleasure zipped up her tummy as he swirled his tongue around, murring cutely.

“Mmm~ That’s it. Good kitty.” She smiled and gasped softly as he graced his tongue around her sweetness. He went in wide circles, bumping every precious bit he could. He looked up at her, face half-covered by her groin. His nose was ensconced in the frizz of her pubes. “That’s a good kitty, licking master’s pussy. You’re a good little slut.”

“Mmmm~” he said with a proud smile.

Farrah frowned. Don’t get too cocky, boy. She lifted her leg and stuck her foot on his face. She shoved him away as far as the leash would allow. She dropped her foot and saw his pained expression. His tongue poked from his lips which were sopped in her juices.

“Tell me, why does a pathetic slut like you deserve my pussy? You’re just a piece of filth. You don’t deserve anything. Why should I let you anywhere near this precious treasure, hmm?” She waggled her cunt in his face teasingly.

“Please, master,” he begged. “I am just a pretty little sut. I don’t deserve your magnificent chalice. I don’t even deserve your godly cock. But you were so kind to bless me with both of those. Please let me repay you in kind and worship your divine body.” He sat his chin on the edge of the bed. All she could see of him was his amber eyes poking above the horizon of her tummy. “I would be honored if I could make my master cum. She deserves to have her pussy treated with the utmost respect it deserves.”

Damn. She wasn’t expecting that. “Magnificent chalice.” She had never heard that term before. It being applied to her warmed her fur like a benelevant glow. He was so adorable. But she didn’t forget; she was the one in charge. He was the dirty whore.

“Do you really think I’m gonna let you fuck me with that tiny dick of yours?”

“No! My cock is far too small for you. I would never consider insulting you with it. I merely wish to praise you with my tongue. I can be a good kitty. I wish to give my master the joy she has so graciously given me. Please.”

She smiled, satisfied. “Good kitty. You’ll make master cum now. If you fail, my wrath will be terrible.”

His face brightened like a child’s. “Thank you, your majesty. I am truly blessed. I wish-”

She silenced him with a sharp yank on the leash, mushing his face right into her cunt. “Shut the fuck up and eat my pussy, bitch.” And he did, putting all of his might behind jabbing and flicking his tongue against every sweet spot inside of her. She sighed happily and lurched her head back. Moans beat from her mouth as a maelstrom of delight toiled through her loins and belly.

“Ohhh~ Uhh… That’s a good kitty. Mmmm~” He found her clitoris. “Good kittyyyYYUUHH! Huh! Ohhh~... Uh! Oh, fuck!” The tropical storm of pleasure had upgraded into a fule force hurricane as Shaw’s tongue laid siege to her feminine bead. She hollered her approval, bouncing and writhing on the bed. Fuck! He’s too good at this. Her orgasm hit her hard, raising her pitch into a shrill wail. She reflexively pulled on the lash, further ensconcing Shaw’s face over her cunt which gushed a heavy flood of waters. Her body quivered until the climax wavered. She regained her strength and lifted her head. There was Shaw, smiling up at her with the innocence of a child. His face was soaked.

“Was that good, master?” he asked.

Farrah had to catch her breath. Was that good? I bust all over his face, and he has the audacity to ask if that was good? “Mmm, it sure was. Thank God you have that tongue of yours, because there’s no way that tiny cock of yours is able to do that.”

“Yes, master. Thank you master.”

She got off the bed and guided him to the center of the room where she made him kneel. It was time to wrap things up. She fetched her camera and put it on video. She captured Shaw’s little wet face looking up at her pitifully. 

“Say ‘hi’,” she said.

“Hello…” he said shyly.

“This is my little kitty,” she narrated to the future Shaw who she knew would watch this later and jerk off. She did this with most of her clients. She always compared it to those pictures roller coaster riders can buy of themselves on it after they get off. “He’s a little slut who thought he could lay his hands on me. Now look how he turned out. I fucked his whore mouth and pounded his ass. He swallowed my cum and came on my dick. He’s a good little whore when you make him. He has a puny dick that isn’t worth shit.” She reached out with her foot and lifted the hem of his skirt with her toe. There was his manhood, locked away in its cage like the naughty little thing it was. “Look at it, so teeny-weeny. He isn’t a man. He’s a whiny little bitch. Tell everyone how much of a whore you are. Tell them how much you love master’s cock.”

He gulped. “I-I’m a little bitch. I touched master’s butt and got punished for it, which I deserved. She made me suck her wonderful cock and fucked my tight pussy. I love her cock so much… It makes me so happy. I like big cocks in my mouth and in my butt, especially hers. I’m a slutty little kitty. I don’t deserve master’s cock.”

“No, you don’t.” She said, then politely spat on his face. He recoiled away and whined. “Scum.” She pulled on the leash. The collar lifted up his neck and choked around his chin, puffing up the fur around his jowls. “You’re mine now, my bottom bitch. I’m not gonna let anyone else have you, my naughty kitty. Your name is Danielle now. Say it, ‘my name is Danielle’.”

“My name is Danielle…”

“‘Farrah is my master and queen.’”

“Farrah is my master and queen…”

“‘I love her giant cock.’”

“I love her giant cock…”

“‘Because it’s so much bigger than my baby dick.’”

Shaw closed his eyes, shelling a tear down his cheek. “Because it’s so much bigger than my… baby dick.”

Farrah smiled. “Good kitty.”

“Good kitty…”

“No, you stupid bitch. I was complimenting you, dumb whore.” Her lips started to twitch. Pressure rose in her chest, ready to burst out of her as laughter.

“I’m sorry,” Shaw said, lips splitting into a grin.

“Shut up.” Farrah snorted. She clapped her paw over her mouth to hide her cracking smile.

Shaw looked up at her, smiling like an idiot. He was still on the end of the leash and in her skirt, adding to the hilarity. “Why? What’s so funny?”

It was too much. She finally burst out laughing, and he joined her. The singeing atmosphere of sexual toxicity melted away. “Shit, I’m sorry… Fuck.” She wiped her tears away.

“No, don’t be sorry. I’ve been a baaaaaaad kitty~” He joked, lifting his eyebrows seductively.

“Stop that!” She kicked at him playfully. Shaw stood up, turning back into the brash football coach he usually was. He shook himself, getting rid of the tense ache in his muscles.

“Holy shit, Farrah! That was fucking incredible! That went above and beyond my expectations.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. I had fun too.” She could tell he wasn’t lying. His approval of her work was smeared across his lower belly. The smile he wore was one of pure satisfaction. She hadn’t felt so proud of herself since she dominated her first conquest, Max.

“Awesome. Hey can you help me outta these?” he asked, turning slightly to show his cuffed wrists. Farrah got the key from her nightstand and unlocked the cuffs. He finally moved his arms and rubbed his wrists. “Thanks. Now the cage.”

“Why?” she asked, lifting his skirt to see his encased cock. “I think it suits you, and you pull that skirt off better than I ever could.”

He scoffed. “Thanks, I feel real pretty.” Farrah freed his penis. He stroked it like a limb that had been taken out of a cast. He slid out of her skirt. “Whoo… I feel incredible… Damn.” He sounded tired. Farrah noticed a burn in her thighs and glutes from bucking them so hard. “I need to clean up. Can I use your shower?”

“Of course. Right there.” She pointed to the bathroom. He gave his thanks and walked inside. Farrah watched his butt, noticing with some chagrin the gape of his anus and the smear of lube around it. Well, too late now. I just hope I didn’t hurt him too bad.

She heard the shower cut on. She stripped the bed of its comforter, stained with both of their climaxes, and threw it with the laundry. She cleaned herself in the guest bathroom with a soft, wet rag. She came to her bedroom and put on some fresh clothes. She put her glasses back on and could finally see. She noticed Shaw’s shirt which she had torn to pieces. Oops.

Eventually the water cut off. She heard the curtains open. She decided to have a little more fun. She stood in front of the bathroom door and folded her arms impatiently. Shaw opened the door, totally naked and with his fur poofed out. He looked at her quizzically.

“What’s this? Some kind of welcoming party?”

Farrah couldn’t fight a smile. She started laughing. “I’m sorry. I was just… I don’t know.”

“What? What were you going to do?” he asked, laughing too.

“I don’t know. I was just trying to be silly.”

“I can see that.” He walked past her and picked up his clothes off the floor. Farrah realized that she should’ve folded them for him. At least what was left of them.

“Sorry about your shirt. I kinda got carried away. You want me to pay for a new one?”

He waved it off. “No, not at all. This thing was cheap.”

“Did you bring a spare?” she asked with some vain hope.

“No.”

“Oh, shit! I’m sorry.!”

“Oh, don’t worry about it.” He lifted his arms and flexed his giant biceps. “It gives me an excuse to show off all of this.”

“Oh, please,” she scoffed. “You’re such a boy.”

“Don’t act like you don’t love it.” He took the time to strike several silly poses. Each one accentuated a particularly impressive feature of his muscles. Farrah had to admit that she liked it, even if he did look goofy as hell.

She walked past him and backhanded his arm. “Shut up, you dork.” They walked down the hall together to the kitchen. She noticed how sweet he smelled, like a fruit basket. “You smell nice.”

“All you had was girly-girl stuff in there.”

“Better than that Axe stuff you boys wear.”

“I don’t wear Axe.”

“I don’t wear Axe.”

“Okay, then what do you use?”

“Old Spice.”

“Pssh. Same thing.” They made it to the kitchen. She turned around and caught him rubbing the side of his jaw.

“You pack a mean right hook,” he said. He grimaced in pain, but not without some admiration.

She giggled. “Serves you right, you big perv. It was your idea to touch my ass so I’d retaliate.” She held her arms out stiffly like they were huge with muscle. Her lips jutted out and her head lurched back as she deepened her voice, imitating his. “‘As hard as you can’. That’s exactly what you said.”

“That’s true. I know a guy who teaches kickboxing downtown. He’d love to teach you.”

“If I do that I might knock you out for real.”

He laughed. “I’d actually love to see that happen.” He took a step forward and hissed in pain. His face contorted as he reached back for his violated bum.

Farrah felt guilty. “I went a little big, didn’t i?”

“A little? I thought you were gonna tear me in half.”

“Awww…” She hugged him, laying the side of her face on his abs. “I’m sorry.”

“Nooo, don’t worry. I asked for your biggest, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, but not even that was my biggest.”

“Holy shit. It wasn’t?”

“No. Chance has a flared version.”

“Holy shit. Thanks for not using that one. I should’ve said something either way. I was about to say ‘eraser’, but I thought that I should man up and take it.”

She snickered. “You thought you were being a man by taking a big dick in your butt?” That got him laughing. His massive chest bounced powerfully, like a malleable wall of concrete. She loved it. 

I hadn’t thought about it like that, but yeah, I did. How many men can take a cock like that?”

Femboys who are manlier than you, apparently. “Not many, that’s for sure.” She remembered the camera. “Hey, I got a present for you.”

“Oh? What is it?”

She went to her bedroom and popped the SD card out of the camera. She came back and gave it to him.

“Oh, thanks! A memory card.”

“Not just a memory card, dummy. It’s got our photos and the video on it.”

“Ohhhhh, right. Wait, so you’re not gonna post them on the internet?”

“Pfft, not. But if you want me to-”

“No no no, I’m just kidding. It’s a shame though. I could’ve been famous.”

“Yup. You’re a regular Victoria’s Secret model.” This was usually the last thing she did with her clients. She’d give them the memory card and let them be on their way. Now, however, she found herself wanting him to stay. Not to have another session, but to just hang out and talk, just so she wouldn’t be lonely. “Hey, do you wanna stay for dinner?”

“No, not tonight. I’ve got some working out to do later, although I feel like I have already.”

“OK,” she said, not without some disappointment. “You and your stupid workouts.” She decided to give him a goodbye kiss. She got on her toes and pecked his lips. As she walked to the front door to see him out, he smacked her ass. She jerked, then shivered a moan. She looked over at him lewdly. Well, that’s one way to say goodbye. He smiled back, sparing her a wink.

Shaw walked out the front door nude to the waist. His brilliant orange fur bled into the air around him as it reflected the sun. He was a brash, degenerate, over-the-top tower of a man who walked down her lawn with his chest out. Her eyes were glued on his huge back which bulged and warped with the flex of his mighty muscles. A part of her wanted him to come back, just so she could get a better look. Or maybe for something else.

“Bye, Danielle,” she said, giving him a little finger wave.

He looked around quickly. Seeing nobody around, he grinned at her. “Bye, bye, master.”

He got in his car and turned it on, roaring the engine.. Farrah stood in her doorway, watching his Charger vroom up the driveway and down the street until she couldn’t see him anymore. She stayed there for some time, as if he might come back for whatever reason. Knowing that he wouldn't, she stepped back into her house and closed the door where she would be alone.

THE END