Seeing Starrs
Eres was rushed to get to the office. She was already going to be late, which wasn't usually an issue on any other day, but the story she'd been working on for the past week was due on deadline and this could make or break her career. She was an investigative journalist at the New York Times and her story on a recent environmental snafu could earn her the promotion she'd been busting her ass for in the past few months.
She was a statuesque, muscular jackal of 27, today dressed in a casual yellow sundress with a nice embroidered blazer over top to shield herself from the nippy fall morning. She was already quite tall, and the power stilettos she was wearing today made her stand well over six feet. She knew a lot of men were intimidated by her size, but she really didn't care. At this point in her career she had no time nor need for a man in her life. She grabbed her briefcase off the sofa and her keys from the hook by the door and rushed outside to her car.
After the usual long commute through the frustrating New York traffic she finally arrived, swinging her large black SUV into her parking space rather recklessly. She lit a cigarette, pushing the door closed with her hip and began the walk from her shitty parking space to the building. She finished her smoke as she approached the doors and crushed it out. Walking through the busy entrance she hammered on the "up" button on the elevator impatiently. Eres carried a significant amount of tension around with her on a daily basis and today was no different. Finally the doors slid open with a "Ding!" and she stepped inside. There was already an otter in the elevator. He wasn't bad looking, although she dwarfed him in size. "What floor?" He asked nervously, sizing her up.
"Fourteenth." She answered politely as he pushed the button for her. She could see he was trying to be chivalrous, although he stood level with her voluptuous E cups, he was making a great effort not to stare. She greatly appreciated this, as most men weren't so polite. She knew she had huge tits, and despite some of the problems they caused her she'd never even entertained the idea of having them reduced. She loved the fact that her breasts were perfectly natural, the way they were intended to be. She smiled down at the otter and offered her hand. "Eres. And you are?"
He took her hand and shook it with a firm grip. "Charlie." He said. "I work in accounting." He said.
That was a right off for Eres. 'Accounting, pffft.' She thought. 'What a fucking boring job.' She wouldn't even think of dating an accountant. Staying polite she responded "Investigative journalism." Soon the elevator let forth it's cheerful "Ding!" "This is me..." She said, "Nice to meet you." And she stepped out of the elevator and walked through the turmoil of ringing phones and messy desks to her cubicle at the far side of the room.
A few hours of frantic typing and proofreading later, she ran to her editor's office clutching the finished copy in her paw. She stopped briefly outside the door to brush her long, brown hair back around her ears and take a deep breath before knocking. "C'mon in!" Came the response and she swung open the door. She handed the pages to her editor. He was a large bear, quite heavy set, in his mid-forties. He took the pages from her and slid on his reading glasses.
"I'm all finished, Eddie. Hopefully this will put those money-grubbing sons of bitches at the power plant out of work for good." She grinned. She loved this part of her job.
Eddie skimmed through the pages. "Damned good work again, Eres!" he chuckled. "How would you like a real office instead of that cubicle of yours?"
"Seriously?!" She asked, surprised.
"Seriously." Replied Eddie. "I know how hard you've been working on this scoop and I had it cleared with the big wigs yesterday. Three doors down from the center hallway. You can start moving your stuff in right away if you'd like."
"Thanks a million, boss." She said. Her day was definitely taking a turn for the better. She went to the supply room to grab a box and practically ran back to her cubicle. She quickly packed up all her personal items and tucked her laptop under her arm. She bid farewell to the space she'd worked in for the last three years and headed down the center hallway into her office. She smiled from ear to ear as she walked in. The view of the city from the large picture window was stunning. She unpacked her things onto the much larger desk and flopped down into the cushy chair. "This is great!" She said aloud as she leaned forward to place her name plaque at the front of her desk.
"SNAP!"
Under the weight of her massive knockers, her bra strap broke at the seams. Suddenly her day wasn't looking so promising. She opened her desk drawer, not a safety pin or paperclip in sight. She dumped the contents of her purse out onto her desk, no such luck. "Fuck!" She exclaimed. She was in the process of returning the items to her handbag when she heard a knock at her door. "Yes?" She responded, crossing her arms in front of her chest. Eddie swung the door open and stepped inside.
"How ya liking it in here, kid?"
"Great!" She said. "The view is amazing."
"Glad to hear it." Eddie said cheerfully.
"Listen Eddie, I just got a call about a great scoop so I'm going to pop out for a bit and see if it's legit." She quickly ad-libbed an excuse.
"Sure kid." He said, "Don't work too hard." He chuckled and stepped out of her office closing the door behind him.
Eres finished packing up her purse and headed down the stairwell. No one ever took the stairs so she was confident that no one would see her as she ran down the stairs, her gigantic melons bouncing wildly.
She strode quickly across the parking lot and pointed her autostarter in the direction of her SUV. She slid into the driver's seat and tore out of the parking lot.
She arrived at the specialty lingerie store she frequented and walked in. Upon hearing the door chime a tigress walked out from the back room. She was about 5'9", in her early twenties and slim with at least five or six earrings in each ear, but incredibly buxom... Someone who could obviously understand her dilemma. Her nametag read "Starr". "Can I help you, miss?" The tigress's voice was smooth and seductive.
"Yes, please." She said. "I'm here for a new bra, my strap broke."
"Ah, I see. Do you know your size?" She asked. Eres noticed a sparkle of metal inside Starr's mouth. She had a tongue ring as well.
"Last I checked I was a 34-E." Responded Eres.
"Last time you checked, hmm?" The tigress asked contemplatively looking at Eres's breasts. "Let's give you a sizing, on the house. That might be the reason your strap broke. Bras don't function if they don't fit right... Especially not on women like us." She smiled and took the measuring tape from around her neck. "Let's get you into a change room." They walked to the changerooms in the back and Starr slid open the curtain. "Top off and arms up, please." Eres stepped into the changeroom and removed her blazer, placing it on the hook provided. She slid the straps of her dress off her arms and let her dress sit on her hips. She removed her mangled bra and placed it on the hook also. She inadvertently sighed as her breasts were released from captivity. Starr wrapped the measuring tape around Eres's breasts across her nipples and then around her ribcage. "Here's your issue. You're a 36-E."
"Oh..." Said Eres, not quite sure what else to say to this.
"I'll go get something in your size." Said the slinky tigress. She headed into the storefront to retrieve a bra for Eres. Left alone, Eres couldn't help but massage her aching breasts. She let out another sigh of relief. As she rubbed her tits her perfect nipples grew hard, she didn't care... She wasn't even paying attention to the reflection in the changeroom mirror. Had she been paying attention, she would have noticed the tigress coming back from the storefront, but Eres was in her own world. *Hem* The tigress cleared her throat. Eres gasped.
"I... uh..."
"Don't worry about it. I know what it's like." Said the tigress smirking slightly. "Sometimes they're a curse..." She strode towards Eres, her eyes sparkling. "Sometimes you just need to let go and massage them..." She was behind Eres now with her hands on Eres's hips. She slid her hands slowly upwards. "...Like this." She took Eres's huge tits in her paws and began kneading them, squishing them together and moving them in circles.
Eres took in a sharp breath at being touched in such a way by a complete stranger. She was about to protest, but the stiffness in her nipples and the moisture between her legs stopped her. Instead she let out a moan of pleasure and relief. She wasn't sure exactly what to do, but she knew what she wanted. Eres turned around to face Starr. Looking down at her smile, Eres lifted the tigress's shirt off and hooked a claw underneath each bra strap. She tugged lightly and snapped the tigress's bra, shredding it. The material fell to the ground and Starr looked surprised, but didn't say a word. Instead she took one of Eres's perfect top-hat nipples into her mouth while gently rubbing the other in circles with the tip of her claw. The feeling was surreal as the skilled tigress worked her tongue over first one nipple, then the other, her purring sending vibrations through her piercing and straight into Eres. She arched her back and groaned. Eres pushed her dress off her hips and let it fall to the floor and as if Starr could read her mind, she felt the felines rough tongue travel downwards, circling her navel and farther yet to lap at her enlarged clitoris through her silk panties.
Starr hooked her claws under the sides of the large Jackal's panties and slid them down over her long legs. Her tongue found the sopping inner lips of Eres's slit and she lapped at it with her rough feline tongue. She felt Eres buck her hips in time with the swirls she made with the tip of her tongue and she purred harder and louder sending shivers into Eres's spine. Starr took Eres's engorged clit into her mouth and sucked on it, running her piercing across the bottom. This was enough, Eres shuddered as the force of orgasm ripped through her body and she roared with passion, her intimate muscles pulsing rapidly. However, Starr could never have expected what happened next...
Eres's orgasm blinded her to anything else but returning the favor to this gorgeous stranger. She placed a paw under the tigress's chin and drew her up to meet her as she leaned down for a passionate kiss. Their tongues circled each other and Eres could taste herself in Starr's mouth. She ran her paw under the tigress's mini-skirt and, pushing aside her g-string, found her clit. She rubbed it gently and the tigress moaned into their kiss. Eres broke their kiss and in one swift motion, placed her paws on the back each of Starr's thighs and lifted her high into the air. Eres positioned Starr with one leg over each over her shoulders, keeping her paws firmly just under each of her supple ass cheeks to steady her.
Starr let out a small "Eek!" at Eres's strength and the suddenness of being picked up and set down in such a position, basically straddling Eres's face. She could grip the top of the changeroom wall for support at this height, and she was glad she did. Eres's tongue soon found it's way past her g-string and began it's assault on her tender pussy. Eres worked hard and fast, switching between licking and sucking at Starr's beautiful love button. Eres moved her right paw to fully support Starr while she slid the other up to her dripping slit. Eres slid two fingers into Starr's quim and started sliding them slowly in and out, using her tongue on her clit. Starr moaned in approval, as her breathing grew rapid. In a feat of feline flexibility, she released her grip on the top of the changeroom wall and let herself fall backwards slightly as she crossed her legs around Eres's shoulders to prevent herself from falling. She curved her back around so she could see Eres's little pink sand dollar. As Starr pawed at Eres's clit she gave a slow, easy lick at Eres's pucker so as not to startle her in their precarious position. She felt a shudder of pleasure go through the jackal's body as Starr continued to rim her.
Eres moaned into Starr's pussy as the cat seemingly defied physics to lick out her asshole. She began moving her fingers more quickly, eventually finding that spongy bit of tissue she was looking for... Starr's G-spot. She focused on that area, moving her paw up and down rapid fire while moving her mouth around her clit as Starr continued to rim her from her strange new angle below. Eres felt the contractions begin as Starr moaned into her ass. She felt the tigress's claw dig into her supple butt as she came... but it didn't stop there. The tigress let forth a roar and fluid spurted from her pussy into Eres's open maw. Wave after wave of hot femmecum sprayed from Starr's slit as every muscle in her body clenched and released repeatedly. It was all Eres could do to keep her from falling as the squirting orgasm rampaged through the tigress, spraying cum into Eres's waiting mouth.
Starr's orgasm slowed and Eres let her to the ground softly. They both sat on the changeroom floor, panting heavily. Eres wiped the sweat and femmecum from her face and they both began to re-dress. Starr tossed her one of the bras she'd brought back from the storefront and Eres put it on. "On the house." Starr said smirking and putting one on herself before looking around for her shirt.
"Soooo..." Eres started hesitantly after they were both fully clothed again. "What now?"
"Now..." Said Starr softly "You go back to doing whatever you were doing whenever your strap broke." She smiled and pressed a piece of paper into Eres's paw. "Then you call me and I buy you dinner."
As Eres walked back to her SUV, her cell phone rang. She picked it up recognizing the number as her parents. "Honey!" Came her mother's distinctive Bronx accent on the other end. "I was chatting with the gals in the book club and Gloria has a wonderful son just about your age. He's a stock broker, ya know and I think..." Eres didn't give her time to finish.
"I told you mom... I don't have time for a MAN in my life."