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Luke was sure that he wasn't old enough to start having those kinds of problems, and yet, as he sat back in his bed and pumped another squirt of lotion into his palm, he was starting to sincerely worry if something was actually wrong with him.

His cock was twitching and throbbing in anticipation of another touch, but as his digits came around it and squeezed down to the base, he only felt the mildest sense of pleasure...and on the way back up, as he reached the normally sensitive flare and tickled it between his digits, simulating the womanhood of a mare the best that he could, he scarcely offered any precum.

He'd lost count of the thousands of repetitions he'd put into the act; if he'd been trying to set a personal best, he would have been proud of himself for lasting so long, but the zebra was only fearful anymore...he'd never known himself to have any trouble getting off, but as of late, nothing was doing it for him.

"Guess having the whole internet's worth of porn at a fingertip doesn't mean a damn thing if your body isn't willing to play along," he muttered, releasing his cock and watching it twitch in front of him, as if each pulse was mocking his efforts. "I need something more than this...s-something real."

Coming along with his figurative dry spell was a literal one: he couldn't remember the last time he actually laid with a woman, and he wasn't about to go digging through his little black book...but there was a quiet, beckoning fingertip at the end of a neon sign, calling him to come down from his apartment and prowl the streets like so many other people had before.

His pride didn't want to let him go through with it, but as he felt the sensation of his yield backing up, weighing against his orbs, he decided to listen to his body before his pride.

**

Like so many other men, Luke overthought everything about his decision to venture to the strip club, but "Spots" wasn't the kind of club that you lied about going to, in order to save face.

Somehow, it thrived in the middle of a busy, downtown area, and people were open about their attendance, as if it were no more forbidden than any other nightclub you could enter. The sign above, complete with a series of neon rosettes and the name "Spots" in large, swooping cursive was just barely visible from the edge of his window, and by the time he reached the door to his apartment, he was second guessing his outfit.

Further, he was second guessing his entire decision to head across the street, but when he stopped too long, he felt the tingle, and then the dull pain of his backup; he needed to do something to get his blood flowing, and if going to a place that was famous for having "backdoor specials" didn't do the trick, he didn't think anything would.

Finally settling on an overcoat that was the perfect blend of modern and business casual, Luke stuffed his still-throbbing erection into a tight pair of jeans, threw his coat over a simple t-shirt and made his way down to the street.

Like everyone else, he had to stand in line to get into the club; that alone was a reason that "Spots" held such fame in the city, but much to his surprise, he wasn't standing in the line for too long before he saw the bouncers gathering at the door.

When one of them gestured to him, he actually had to look around and do a double take. Their silent conversation of hand signals confirmed that he was the one they were looking for, and almost immediately, his erection started to go soft as panic turned his focus to something other than getting off.

"Excuse us...Luke?"

His throat was already dry, but hearing his name like that, he felt a vice clamping down and choking out any words he could offer.

"...They said he was quiet, didn't he?"

"They did."

"Quiet, short, zebra, packing? He's gotta be the guy," the bouncers conferred and nodded to each other...and before Luke could hope to sneak out of line, they grabbed him by the arms and escorted him inside, past the reason of the groaning folks that were waiting to get in.

Just for that, Luke was embarrassed, but as he was literally dragged by a pair of thick, bulky lions, he found that he didn't have much of a choice in the matter: he was pulled past the rest of the line and through the double doors at the entrance, having just enough time to see a sneer or two on his way past the bar at the front, and into the fold of a club that looked even larger on the inside than the outside of the building suggested.

"They're ready for you, Romeo."

The bouncers released him in the middle of the crossroads, just past the bar at the front, between a series of different poles. There was a main stage that he felt as though he recognized, but for all his years living across from the famous club, he knew he'd never been inside.

He wanted his first trip to be a special occasion, flanked on all sides by his friends, with each of them drinking enough that no one would remember for sure what happened between them...but the bouncers recognized him on sight.

Thinking that he might need to invest in some thicker curtains, Luke stood mostly in place, doing the best he could to dodge people as they moved about the club. His wobble was just a little bit awkward, but it drew smiles from strippers and customers alike, as if they all knew something about him that he didn't know about himself.

"It's probably just that kind of place," he whispered to himself, with only his own mind to convince. "Where everyone looks at you like you've been there a million times; really welcoming, really friendly...I mean...it's a strip club. That's how they're supposed to treat you, right?"

He wasn't wrong about that, but he still didn't know what he'd done to get front-of-the-line access...and he didn't remember the bouncers escorting him to a private room at all.

That didn't make the drink in his paw or the hookah against his lips any less real, and just as quickly as time seemed to be passing him by, he realized how buzzed he was: his limbs were loose and flowing, even when he was seated in a thick, plush chair, sinking into the cushion despite his meager weight.

On either side of him, he thought he could feel the warmth of the exhaled smoke gathering around him, but that heat and scent were coming from two very distinct sources; they'd yet to grace his lips, but the girls were eager to change that as quickly as they could.

"Looks like he over imbibed again, didn't he?"

"I don't think he even knows where he is..."

"Oh, he does...he just needs us to slow things down for him a little bit. Poor boy looks like he's getting a head rush...but it's so hard not pick up the pace when he shows up."

As much as Luke was convinced that he'd never been in the club before, the girls were so familiar with him that they knew exactly what it would take to bring him around: the crotchless panties of the first lioness pressed right up to his drooping face, pushing the end of his muzzle against the soaking mound and forcing him to drink in the genuine source of the amorous scent.

If he hadn't come back around, he might have _drowned_in the eager flood of her juices, but the tired, drunken smile on his face made it clear that he would have been perfectly fine with such a fate.

"Don't hog all the fun," her partner groaned, seeing how quickly her fellow feline had moved in, hogging Luke's skillful tongue. "As soon as he's awake enough to know what he's doing, I want a piece of that action, too!"

"You're just gonna have to b-be patient, then," the first lioness shot back. "Because he's definitely awake...and he knows d-damn well what he's doing back there!"

"Hmph. You're lucky that I like watching you squirm as much as I love making you squirm."

"Lucky, huh? And here I thought you'd be happy to have the night off, for once."

Luke couldn't tell exactly what was going on just yet, but as his eyes blinked back open and the world stopping spinning for a moment, he realized where his tongue was: warm, soaking petals were wrapped around either side of his moistened appendage, and even when he saw what he was doing, he didn't stop...as if his body already knew what his mind should have been telling it to do.

He still didn't know how the girls were so familiar with him, but they'd escorted him to a private room at some point, and still on his tongue were the fresh tastes of hookah tobacco and a myriad of different alcohols, keeping him just inebriated enough to be pliable, and in the most important ways, functional.

"There's no such thing as a night off when we're playing with daddy," the second lioness confirmed. "I'm just taking a break...but you know that I'm gonna come back for more when you're done with him."

"You'd better actually take a break."

There was nothing to stop her from reaching down and fishing Luke's cock out of his slacks: a daggered stare and stringent words did nothing to keep her from resting the warmth of her palm on the spot, feeling a bulge that Luke didn't even realize he was sporting, at first.

Once he felt her digits wrapping around it and squeezing the covered flare of the tip, it was the only thing he could feel...but there were plenty of other things to steal his attention, as he came around.

The private room wasn't as small as he thought such a place would be in a strip club, and the entire room was illuminated with a pink and purple LED display, with underlighting that made him feel as though he was trapped in the swirls of a passionate vortex. Black furniture with pleather surfaces made for easy cleaning, and more than that, the plush filling of every cushion made it so that there was no position they couldn't try.

If you asked the girls, known formally at Spots as "The Lionesses," they'd claim that they'd fucked Luke's brains out over and over again, and by then, there were fewer positions left for them to try than the other way around.

If you asked Luke, he'd say that he'd never seen either one of them before, but layer by layer, they were peeling away his body and mind, until the memories of what they'd done together left his cock throbbing in a cloth prison, desperate to get out and rekindle an old flame.

"I'm pretty sure a handjob could be considered a break. Neither one of us is working all that hard, far as I can tell!"

"Mnn...hmm...?"

Luke's sleepy mumble sent a pleasant vibration through the tender petals of the first lioness, who rolled her hips at the sound and finally, with a sigh, pulled her backside away from his face, wanting to see just how much of a slicked mess she'd left on his lips.

"He must be working hard to be this wiped out already...but I'm pretty sure he's got a few more hours left in him."

Hours? Do these girls know anything about the way equines fuck? It's usually like...a few minutes, at most, and that's if we're lucky...

His own perceived lack of endurance never occurred to either of the girls around him, as the first one joined the second in fishing his cock free. One paw from each feline wrapped around his cock, with one taking the lower half of the shaft, and the other working precum from the tip down into the rest of the pulsing flesh.

If that wasn't enough, the quiet purr and the delicate kiss of a lioness kept him conscious all the while, tasting the very same juices that she'd left on his lips only a moment before.

"Mnn..._mmm..._just when I t-thought you couldn't be any sweeter," she teased, letting her muzzle tickle against his own with every word, "I finally found a way...good thing I'm a fan of my own flavor!"

" Now who's the one hogging him?"

Another tongue came in, taking turns lashing between feline and equine muzzles to sample every flavor she could get...but her greater focus was still on Luke, wanting to press her lips as firmly upon his own as he could.

It seemed an odd thing to him: Luke never imagined strippers to be the kissing type, or to have such genuine affection for a customer, but everything happening to him seemed vaguely impossible, to say the very least.

The growing pleasure and the pressure at the base of his manhood, however, kept him from questioning his rapidly shifting reality.

He didn't see when the first lioness released his cock and lined the petals of her womanhood with the underside of his shaft, but quicker than he could blink, she was there, rolling her hips against his twitching girth. That distraction made it so that he'd never be able to see the second lioness climbing into the comfortable easy chair in the middle of the room, even when she grabbed the back of his head and tugged his face right into the soaking warmth of her snatch.

"You can't blame me for not wanting to share daddy...n-not when he's got such a skillful f-fucking tongue," she protested. Though their bodies moved faster than his drunken mind could follow, their conversation was moving about his speed, letting him keep up with their verbal intentions.

That created a slight disconnect from their physical intentions...and kept him guessing what sensation he'd feel next, when plentiful juices continued spreading over the base of his length.

"Good thing that's not all he's got. If I had to wait for you to finish up with that, I might lose my mind sitting down here...but I _guess_you can have his tongue, for now. I'll make sure to keep his lap nice and warm."

"Pretty sure you're only after his cock, Tia."

"And?"

Tia...how do I know that name? Where have I heard that before?

Wherever he'd learned that name, or who he knew that had it, they were all one in the same...and the person who first told him that such was their name was reaching between her own legs to guide the flare of his equine member to the part of her folds, spreading them further and further apart.

"Hmmph...just don't go hurting yourself trying to take the whole thing at once."

"Like I almost did the first time?" she asked, keeping a firm grip on the base and finally kissing her folds against the flare just right; the tip, and a few inches more, slipped into Tia's curvaceous body with a delicious squeeze from her inner muscles. "Don't worry, baby...I've learned all the right ways to fuck our daddy...I'm just going for one of my old favorites."

It was almost a cruelty for the girls to double team him in such a way: Tia was rolling back toward his lap from a hunched position, but there was still a pair of dripping petals on his mouth, and a pubic mound in his face, denying him the chance to see the impressive display down below.

Much as his head was spinning before, it was easy for him to close his eyes, follow the eager slurp of his tongue, and relax into the pleather cushions, hoping that he'd last more than a few seconds inside such a tight, slick pussy.

"Just make sure you don't bounce too hard on him. Don't want to break him...or anyone else that might be along for the ride."

"You're so concerned with me, Anna...why don't you focus on the task at hand?" she asked, finally revealing the name of the other dancer and keeping Luke's mind in a haze about the details that emerged. "If you're gonna make him work so hard, the least you can do is c-cum all over his fucking face...make a mess of our daddy..."

Hearing their names back to back, Tia and Anna, Luke had a flashback to hearing the phrase "Tianna" somewhere before, but it was such a distant memory that he couldn't put the pieces together, feeling as though he'd heard the combined name from the seats around a stage some years before.

The mention of a another passenger, so to speak, made him worrisome about what he'd been doing around the club, but as he looked down, he realized that there was no condom upon his flesh; it wasn't the wisest_idea to be having unprotected sex with anyone, much less a stripper, but he couldn't find the strength to move from the spot...and even if he _could, there was no part of his mind that would ever ask for such a thing.

Whether he was drunk with lust or with the poison in his glass, Luke was going to be strapped in for the ride until the girls were ready to change things up on him, and those changes were coming faster than his twisted mind could process them.

"He's already so messy from before..."

Before? We've done this more than once tonight?

"So? Make it worse...soak his...f-face...so I can f-finish soaking his cock!"

Tia was so wet between the legs that Luke wondered if she might actually be peeing on his lap, but it was just the trickling moisture of her arousal, spilling with such volume that it nearly made a puddle between his own legs on the cushion.

Her cautious approach and slow, easy roll of the hips had changed to a rapid and eager bounce, but Luke never noticed when that happened: he still couldn't see anything through Anna's womanhood, and his tongue couldn't deter from the slow, swirling path that it took around the hood of her clit, brushing just high enough to soak the fabric of her crotchless panties in the process.

The whole room had an air of lusty moisture to it, and that mess was only going to grow before the girls had a chance to change things up again; Luke's orgasm was coming with too much force for his mind not to notice it.

"Y-you must be d-doing something right, Anna...he...he's throbbing so hard!" Tia cried out, and for a moment, her voice was so piercing that Luke wondered if the walls of the private room could possibly contain her arousal...but the more he thought it over, he realized he didn't hear the distant thumping of the loudspeakers and their obnoxious bass, or the cheer of the crowds as other dancers bent over and twirled around poles for meager cash.

He could only hear Tia crying out in bliss, and the subtle whimper of the cushion below him as Anna rubbed her womanhood on his face with such vigor that he'd never be able to escape her scent.

The deeper push of his tongue, permeating her folds and stroking along the entry of her inner muscles with such delight, made it clear that he was just fine having all of his senses permanently bathed in her aroma, and the further he carried on with it, the more he could feel the silky warmth of her orgasm spilling over his tongue, mimicking the release of his own seed.

Tia was the benefactor most of all, feeling first the incredible tremor of Luke's release, and then, the internal pump of his cum as it rattled around in her womb, flooding her body in a way that only the zebra had ever been able to manage before.

"F-fucking hell, Luke! You've been holding out on us...y-you really need to visit more often!" she suggested, but there was such a tone in her voice that he took it as less of a recommendation, and more of an order. "There's so much, it...it's like a fucking f-fire hose...it's already leaking back out!"

Even if she held still, Tia wouldn't be able to keep the mess contained, but she'd never be able to resist bouncing on his impressive length when she had the chance. Even when her thighs quivered with the weight of her own climax and her knees threatened to knock against each other, she was bucking herself against his member, coating the entire shaft in a blessed mix of her own juices and his yield.

When she finally stumbled forward and dropped before him, Anna was already moving. With a blink, Luke gazed down and saw his full, creamy load spilling over: full globs of the mess came out with each internal clench of her extended orgasm, until a pool formed between her knees...but he wasn't long for the show.

He didn't know when it happened or how, the next thing he knew, his member was already stiff as a board once more, and two bodies were kneeling before him.

...Wish I could remember when I started fucking Anna, so I knew how much longer I had left in me...

Tia was so greedy that she couldn't help taking a place next to her fellow stripper, hoping that she might steal a few more thrusts from the zebra, but it was Anna's turn to hold the spotlight...and Tia was fine with that.

The girls were always trying to spur each other to greater heights of pleasure, and if they were being honest with their clients, they got off on that...but there was no client better suited for the task of pleasuring them than Luke, even if he couldn't figure out how he'd become such a talented lover.

Between the girls was a hookah, and every few seconds, they took a hit from the tips, holding the smoke just long enough to turn back and blow it into Luke's face: whatever they'd smoked, it was so potent that he could feel the thickness of the plume against his muzzle, and his mind started going blank once more as he pumped into Anna mindlessly.

"He's giving you such a good fuck, baby...just look at you! I think you're gonna gush all over him before he even has a chance to cum!"

Reaching back between her legs and keeping her petals spread for Luke's enjoyment, Tia shared another visual reminder of what they'd already done, but it was Anna who held his greater focus and all of his pleasure in that moment. Her body was doing all it could to clench on his member from a bent position, and the depth was just such that on each pass, the flare of his cock was nearly striking the entrance of her womb...

...And despite all of that, she wanted even more depth on his thrusts.

"If daddy wants me to squirt...h-he'll make me squirt, won't he?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder through eyes of hazy, golden lust. "He'll make me spill e-every fucking drop I've got...coat his fucking sack in it..."

Just hearing that, Tia couldn't stay still...but of course, Luke never noticed her movement.

He only felt the fluttering of Anna's inner walls as time jumped forward yet again, skipping a good portion of the action between them, and yet, pausing right at the most pleasurable moment of their romp.

When she'd mentioned making a squirting mess, she wasn't kidding, and Tia was too excited about the prospect of getting to taste the mess that she couldn't just sit back and watch: she was kneeling behind Luke, her tongue swirling between each of his balls and fondling them without using a single finger.

Luke wasn't sure when she started the delicate process, but when it finally clicked for him, he wasn't sure how he'd lasted as long as he had: a pulse ran through his cock and only just resisted spilling another load, but for her part, Anna was pumping back at him with such ferocity that the meeting of their bodies filled the room with a thick, heavy plap at the peak of every thrust.

As much as Luke was impressed with himself for still being able to go at it with his full strength on every pass, the girls seemed to think this was par for the course, only adding to his confusion.

All thoughts of confusion, however, were dashed by the impossible squeeze of Anna's snatch when she finally let her own juices spill.

"O-oh...by the g-gods..."

Luke wasn't much of one for words when he played with the lionesses, but this time, there was nothing he could do to stay silent. Within Anna, it felt as though a series of lubricated rings were gripping at his shaft and releasing it, all in different, uneven time; he could never guess where the next clench was coming, or with how much intensity.

Adding to that the rush of forced slickness, spilling from Anna's cunt with a volume that he'd never known, made for an experience that was able to milk another orgasm out of him, but he didn't know how many of those he'd actually had, either.

He only knew that Tia was slurping the feminine ejaculate from the base of his sack as it rolled down his shaft and spilled from his orbs, but it never had a chance to hit the floor. His cock was baptized with it, and anything that made it any lower ended up gushing across Tia's tongue, or flooding the valley of her cleavage, just behind the tight grip of her black lingerie.

"You're twitching a lot back here, daddy," she whispered, uncaring of the mess that hit her chin and splashed on her cheeks as Tia threw her head back in a high pitched, whimpering release. "Your balls are just _dancing_on my tongue...are you getting close again? Gonna fill Anna up for me?"

The sound of Anna's climax was such that it could almost pierce glass, but a sudden, deeper cry of "O-oh, ooooh fuck!" rang out for a just a minute, followed by a series of desperate, panting groans.

She'd known the delights of a squirting orgasm plenty of times, but to have one around such a full and plentiful shaft made it almost impossible for the flood, or the sensations to stop...and she couldn't catch her breath when every muscle in her body was trying to milk the cum out of her favorite client.

"I feel it, Anna...he...he's gonna-

"Cum? Gonna f-fucking fill me?" she asked, finishing her partner's sentence and sounding absolutely delighted at the prospect of trading a flood.

The strength of the internal throb nearly bucked Anna's legs over the edge of the cushion she was straddling, but it was only the first of many as Luke spilled his second load right into Anna's womanhood, and to the best of his knowledge...there was no condom to prevent anything.

How could there be protection? I can feel everything...it's such a mess...but I love it...

Luke tried not to drift into an unconscious state, but as Anna kept squirming and trembling back against him, exhausted by their romp, she made it clear that she wasn't going to settle until she'd taken every drop that he had left...and a long, creamy river of his seed was already trailing down the insides of her thighs and soaking the side of the cushion.

As messy as Tia became trying to drink the squirted offering of her fellow feline, she was getting even more of it as she crawled between Luke's thighs to slurp the juices from the cushion, and yet...she didn't stay there for very long.

Where the hell did she go this time? What's happening?

"He's already getting close again...daddy must be really excited about what happened tonight!"

The girls were stealing glances from Luke's half-lidded eyes, but whenever they weren't gaze up at him with a dreamy stare, they were looking at each other across the sides of his shaft. For his relentless efforts that evening, the girls were treating him to a dual tongue bath, and being so intimate that they were practically of one mind, they could brush their tongues together whenever they wanted.

Such a tantalizing series of kisses would have been enough to force any man to blow his load, but once more, Luke was demonstrating a level of endurance for the girls that no one else seemed to, even when he initially doubted himself. He would have been proud of that fact, if he had any clue what was going on.

The mention of what happened keep ringing in his ears, as if something with amazing gravity had occurred, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember what, or even begin to think of it.

"Of course he is! Who wouldn't be excited about ending two heat cycles in one night?" Anna asked, staring down her dance partner with an intensity that might have you thinking otherwise: there was still plenty of lust left in her gaze. "And with such huge fucking loads, too...daddy is so good to us; think he's got one more?"

"He always does."

The girls kissed their way from the base of the twitching, sensitive shaft up to the flare at the underside of the tip, where their tongues met once more in a fiery, heated exchange. Eyes lidded over with mutual bliss as the girls shared as much pleasure as they gave to Luke, but by that time, he was hardly conscious, only just aware of the heavenly delight he was lucky enough to experience.

Men would have paid fortunes for that kind of treatment: Luke didn't have to pay a dime, and that was even after the ooze of his precum started dripping over their bodies and down to the floor.

Feeling that, Tia knelt low and Anna went over the top of her, with the first lioness pushing her breasts up like a shelf, and the second deep-throating the equine beast as far as she could reach...but it took only seconds for Luke's overstimulated flesh to give her exactly what she wanted.

The bulge against her throat was a lewd and obvious display, giving Tia something to admire before cum splattered down from Anna's open maw. The trickling mix of seed and spit made for a display that would have kept Luke hard for the rest of the night, if he'd been able to properly appreciate it.

He could only feel the ecstasy of the act as he slumped back; he didn't know there was a chair behind him, but he trusted it as his knees gave out and his body, utterly drained, went into a proper sleep.

"Daddy made such a mess of us," Tia giggled, still trying to collect the spilling juices from Anna's lips. "Think we should help him clean up?"

Anna pondered it as she swallowed a hard, firm gulp of the last of Luke's cum. "Mm..._mnn..._n-no, not this time," she finally recommended. "We always send him home without a clue...I want him to smell this when he wakes up tomorrow."

It was the first of many clues the girls were going to leave him...