Payment with Interest by TheMightyKhan

Payment with Interest

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#9 of One Shots

Payment with Interest

(It may be illegal for you to read this sexually explicit story, depending on your age and jurisdiction--it's your responsibility to find out what the situation is where you are. If you chose to continue to read after this, then I can't accept any responsibility for your actions. Furthermore, adult themes, foul language, violence, and other inappropriate material may be present throughout, so read at your own discretion. I will not be held responsible for a lack of responsibility on the reader's part.

No one is allowed to take credit for this work apart from me. If you want to use it somehow, I would appreciate it if you were to get in touch with me first.)

(There's not much to say about this piece except that it's an adaptation of a hot scene I enjoyed with an associate (who shall remain anonymous for her own safety) some weeks back. There's nothing really disturbing or fetish about this, and there aren't really any dark or depressive themes at all. I guess it's kind of a cliché, pointless, exaggerated, misogynistic story overall, but who cares? The sex is, as our friends from England might say, "bloody brilliant, mate."

There's no extremely kinky material below. This should be enjoyable for basically anyone who is into straight, hentai-style sex... so, without further delay, let's roll.)

Suggested Music: Anything relaxing and ambient will do.

Suggested Drinks: White tea

Suggested Snacks: Sushi, green tea ice cream

Suggested Smokes: Don't smoke! It's bad for you!

Repeated sprays of hot water tended to wash her troubles away, but that day, though she had stood in the dimly-lit, secluded privacy of her shower for over forty minutes, she couldn't erase the apprehension from her mind.

It had to be that there was something wrong with her. That had to be it, she reasoned with herself, and the moment she found out what it was, she would do whatever it took to fix it.

But the more she thought about it, the more unlikely the idea that she was imperfect seemed. True, she was almost 182cm tall--that is, six feet, in American units--but many men didn't dislike taller women. And there certainly were many men who were a lot taller than her, so that wasn't it.

Maybe it was her face.

But as she looked into the mirror mounted on the side of her shower, she found this possibility to be lacking as well. She was the picture of youthful Oriental beauty--her skin was pale and sleek, and her facial features were smooth but angular. She had hazel eyes that were just a shade too brown to properly be called green, but they fit her, perfectly, and she was sure that many men found them mesmerizing after they took their own eyes off of the rest of her.

Because even she couldn't pretend that she didn't have an incredibly attractive body.

Her form was naturally lithe, and in middle school, she had feared that she wouldn't fill out... at all. Indeed, throughout highschool, though she'd never been flat, exactly, she hadn't been the most voluptuous of women, either.

All that had changed, however, when she had entered college. At first, her major had been undeclared--she wasn't sure what she wanted to do with her life, after all--but then, she found her calling after taking a basic course in homemaking.

Although the degree wasn't very popular in the modern world, Takahashi Shizuru--that is, Shizuru Takahashi--didn't particularly care. The moment she heard her first lecture about where a woman's place was, and what her duties were, she knew that what she wanted to do with her life was to be an excellent wife to her husband.

It had taken her only two years to get her degree. After all, she was extremely smart--albeit a bit naïve in some ways--and everything she did, everything she learned, just seemed so natural to her. From lessons on how to be understanding and compassionate to her husband after a rough day at work, to how to drill their children on mathematics and language, to how to make him feel such lust for her that he'd never glance at another woman for as long as he lived came to her as easily as walking.

When she found a man with whom she shared a connection... she wouldn't wait very long before tying the knot. And she doubted that he would want to, either. After all, women with degrees in homemaking who had already signed pledges to be true women--kind, humble, submissive, obedient, and loyal--were in short supply in a world of promiscuity, gender equality, and hedonism.

Then again... maybe it was that that was keeping men from becoming interested in her. Maybe they weren't interested in someone so traditionally minded, or maybe they were just looking for a quick fuck--which she certainly wasn't giving out--or maybe the classes she'd taken on how to please her husband sexually just didn't compare to real-life experience, of which she had none.

Shizuru sighed in a quiet, sad sort of way. How terrible it would be, she thought, if she had gotten her homemaking degree for nothing. If she ended up single and virginal forever, and forever stuck at her pathetic position as a clerk at a nearby convenience store...

She shook her head. A long, almost waist-length sea of sleek, lustrous black hair bounced behind her with the vector of her motions. As she showered, Shizuru carefully applied a small dab of conditioner to the roots of her hair and used her hands to massage it into every strand of hair on her head. She doubted it was her hair that was keeping the men away--she kept it soft and straight and shiny no matter where or when she was. She was rather proud of her hair, and now, after years of careful dieting and weekly massages, she was rather proud of her body, too.

Shizuru looked down, and smiled, the smallest amount, when she noted that she couldn't see her toes as usual. This was not because she was fat--far from it--rather, it was because her breasts had become so large that even her professors had a hard time believing they were real.

But they were real. They were 100% natural, and 100% beautiful: despite the fact that each of Shizuru's breasts were about as large as her head, they remained almost defiantly perky. Her chest, like her skin, was soft, pale, sleek, and pleasing aesthetically as well as sexually. At first, Shizuru had had a hard time getting used to being so well-endowed, but in time, she had learned how to select clothing that was appropriate for wearing publically--shirts that made it clear that she was a gifted woman without showing so much that the kind of man she desired was put off.

Perhaps, in fact, her breasts were her best selling point. To test this theory, Shizuru gently took the two large mounds of flesh into her hands and massaged them the slightest amount--and then she had to stop and let go almost immediately before she moaned. Yes, indeed, they remained extremely sensitive from all the training she had done to make them so.

Still, as hot water struck them and then ran off in multiple, miniscule rivulets, Shizuru couldn't help but shut her eyes and wish that it wasn't water that was collecting on her chest, but rather the freshly-ejaculated seed of her husband. She knew that men loved to see their seed on their partners' chests, and she would be only too happy to let her man finish on her breasts--and it would be even better if he let her rub it into her skin, as that would surely keep her youthful and beautiful forever.

Shizuru had gently cleansed the soap from her breasts some moments before, but suds still remained on her belly, so her hands drifted down to her waist. Her waist--that was another one of her better points. The weight gain plans Shizuru had carefully followed had worked perfectly in that every ounce of fat she had packed onto her frame had gone to one of two places, and neither was around her belly. She didn't quite have abs, but her belly was lean and slim and when she wore a belt around her waist to show this fact off, people could see around it as if it wasn't there at all.

Lower than her waist, of course, were her hips. And Shizuru knew that her hips were ideal. One of her course's final exams had been to achieve hips that measured at least thirty-five inches; Shizuru's had clocked in at a solid forty. Her hips oscillated sensually when she walked, she knew, and it was almost hard to imagine that there had once been a time when she hadn't known why men desired women with broad hips. Now, it was obvious to her that such wide hips were desirable because they made childbearing that much easier.

Shizuru reached for a bar of soap, then, but before she could grab it, it slipped out of her fingers. Without complaint, she bent over to pick it up, briefly imagining how many men would probably kill to be at the door to the shower right then. She had a thick but tight ass, so perfectly shaped that although it could shake pleasingly when she wanted it to, it wasn't so large and loose that it hid the shaved, pink, still untouched treat that awaited between her legs for one man, and one man only.

Several dark locks of hair slipped from behind her shoulder to in front of her. She had just pushed them back to where they belonged when the impossible happened.

"Shizuru."

"Yes?"

She froze--and then she stood up and covered herself with her hands so rapidly that it was a full moment before she recognized the man standing in the doorway to the shower.

"M-M-Mr. Landlord!" she gasped. "I didn't hear you come in!"

Her hands weren't enough to prevent the majority of her feminine curves from displaying themselves to him. So, blushing so severely that her cheeks shone a vibrant shade of red, Shizuru grabbed a nearby towel and wrapped it around herself--but she was so tall that she had to battle between covering her breasts and her thighs and after a moment, the compromise she reached was so unsatisfactory that she remained blushing and looking away, even as she turned off the shower itself.

After that, she finally had the courage to look at her landlord. For a moment, at least--after all, he was the first man who had seen her wearing less than a full-body bathing suit--he'd seen her completely naked, and, in having the most revealing view of her of them all, he had devalued her marriagability so severely that if Shizuru didn't know that it was a woman's place to be quiet and passive, she would have slapped him then and there.

Or... perhaps not. After all, even though he had always been polite and courteous to her when they'd passed one another on the street or in the lobby, he was, well, sort of scary.

Shizuru's landlord was a tiger, and a tall, muscular tiger at that. He had always asked her to refer to him by his first name--Samir, or Sam, for short--but she could rarely bring herself to look him in the eye, let alone address him as anything besides "Mr. Landlord." Apart from his teeth and claws, kept long and sharp as if for the purpose of ripping human flesh off bones, he dressed oddly, as if he was a steely-eyed gunman ready to go to war at any time.

Indeed, even then, he was wearing combat boots, tan cargo pants with pockets that were certainly full of grenades and magazines of ammunition and knives and extra handguns, and a longsleeved black shirt with some sort of logo on it.

Actually... overall, he looked sort of odd, perhaps, but not that odd. He looked like any other guy on the street, but Shizuru certainly got a chill down her spine whenever she looked at him.

But this wasn't unreasonable! After all, he was a full head taller than her, and the few times she had seen him working out in the apartment complex's communal gym, he had been performing regimens that had almost made her pass out in exhaustion just for watching them. And he was quiet, generally, and wealthy, and certainly he was just the kind of guy who had contacts with the criminal underworld to back him up in case he ever needed it.

Something told Shizuru that she was being prejudiced and unreasonable. But she couldn't help it--she wasn't used to dealing with nonhumans; she had barely seen anthros in her native Japan, and Sam looked positively dangerous. It didn't help that his heritage was Bengali--those broad, dark stripes of his, those deep, emerald-colored eyes, and his thick, almost wild ruff--everything about him screamed "run the Hell away" to her. Indeed, she was about to do just that, when he began to speak to her.

"Shizuru," Sam said, in a neutral tone--an almost pleasant tone, really, that made Shizuru glance up at him before quickly looking down and holding her towel more tightly, "you haven't paid your rent in six months. I'm really starting to lose my patience with you; you haven't been answering my emails or phone calls, and when I knock on your door, you're mysteriously never home. That's why I had to slip in like this," he said. "You've made it very hard to reach you, and I really didn't have any other options, so..."

He let his voice trail off. But still, Shizuru was too scared to look at him. She was barely able to glance up long enough to see that he was averting his eyes from her, as if in an attempt to conserve her modesty--but why on Earth would he be doing that?

Shizuru tried to hide herself more completely in a corner of the shower, but Sam simply looked at her, blinked, and tilted his head, before looking away again. It was as if he was taunting her for trying so pathetically and uselessly to get away from his gaze.

"I-I-I've been having a hard time," Shizuru stuttered, a moment later. "M-My job doesn't pay very much, and-and I c-c-can't get a dishonorable job, s-so my options are limited, right?" As she spoke, she pressed herself against the shower wall and tried very hard indeed not to bite her fingernails in fear, but when Sam looked at her, he just shook his head.

"Shizuru, none of that is any of my concern," he said. "I could have thrown you out months ago, but I've been patient with you until now. At this point, I really can't just let you slide anymore. You either must find a way to pay me back, with interest, or else... well, I guess I'll have to call the police and have them take you to jail. I just... I really can't let this go on anymore."

"N-no!" Shizuru exclaimed. For the first time, she stared at her landlord--for once, he wasn't the most scary subject in her perception. "If I go to jail, I'll never get married! Please, don't call the police!"

She didn't realize it, but she had stepped forward at some point and grabbed Sam's forearm. Clearly, she had hoped that initiating physical contact with the tiger would make him friendlier, more sympathetic to her cause--but when he looked at her, it was with such malice in his eyes that she immediately let go of him and backed away.

"'If I go to jail, I'll never get married'?" Sam repeated. "What are you talking about?"

Shizuru tried not to hang her head out of shame, but she couldn't help it. She was proud of what she had chosen to study, of course, but the suspicious, almost mocking tone he addressed her with was hard for her to take.

"I-I'm a homemaking major," she admitted. "I don't want to have a normal career or anything like that. I just want to find a nice man and get married--most of my classmates found boyfriends and got engaged before we graduated, but not me... so, I have to w-work at a convenience store for n-now... but I'll get married soon!" she said with sudden defiance. She looked up at Sam, almost fiercely--and then she again saw how terrifying he was and remembered that it was a woman's place to be quiet and submissive.

"I'll get married a rich man, and I promise he'll pay for my rent," Shizuru said. "I just need a little more time to find him."

For a moment, Sam said nothing. He seemed to be simply staring at her, and so Shizuru dared to think that she had convinced him--but then he addressed her in an amused, rather condescending tone that made it clear that he wasn't taking her seriously at all.

"A major... in homemaking? Don't make me laugh," the tiger said. "This isn't the 1950s. Such things don't exist anymore."

"No, really, I promise they do--I mean, I promise I am, I mean--"

"That's enough."

Sam's annoyed growl cut off Shizuru's pathetic mewls immediately. She could feel him glaring at her, and so she prepared for him to bite her head off--

"Shizuru. Look at me, now," Sam said sternly. And, unable to disobey, Shizuru obeyed.

She looked at Sam, quivering where she stood, and unconsciously squirmed, just a little, rubbing her legs together and clinging tightly to her towel. When she did that, Sam's eyes seemed to change, a little--they were still that vicious, angry shade of green, but now there was a certain amount of energy behind them. And if Shizuru had studied in an American homemaking school, one that taught its students the body language of nonhumans, she would have recognized it as lust.

"Turn around," Sam said. And although she wondered why he would want her to do such a thing, she complied, slowly hanging her head and turning to face the shower wall rather than the terrifying feline not five feet from her.

For a moment, nothing happened. Shizuru considered what Sam might be able to see from his view--so, blushing horribly, she tried to mover her towel down to cover herself, but that left her back bare, but that was alright because her hair would cover her skin--

SMACK

His paw collided with her ass in an open-handed slap that made her jump and gasp in pain. Quickly, she turned her head to look at Sam over her shoulder, wincing and reaching behind her to use a hand to massage her injured flesh.

"S-sir?" she began--but he didn't let her go further than that.

He grabbed her by the wrist, then, and began to haul her out of her shower. Immediately, Shizuru panicked--she tried to stay where she was, feebly clinging to the shower wall while begging Sam to let her go, but it was useless. He picked her up and set her on his shoulder like she weighed nothing, and carried her out of the shower, not annoyed in the slightest by her pleas, her cries, or her pathetic, weak struggles to get away.

Shizuru couldn't even cover herself when she was in such a position. Her towel was far too small and besides, Sam wasn't exactly being gentle with her. He jostled her about on his broad, muscular shoulder, snarling at her to shut up and stay still.

A moment later, though, he set her down. Retaining a vice-like grasp on her wrist, he took a seat on one of her few articles of furniture--a loveseat couch--and forcibly bent her over his knee. Shizuru had little option to protest, let alone resist--he was far, far stronger than she was and much quicker, too, so she could barely keep her towel on as she was all but thrown to the ground. She only realized what was going on a second after the fact, so she had barely managed to voice a complaint by the time he struck her again.

He spanked her again and again, and then several times more. Within moments, Shizuru was crying out in pain; though her towel kept the most sensitive parts of her pale, sweet little ass hidden and though Sam's paw was padded with fur, his repeated smacks hurt her. It wasn't long before the parts of her skin that were bare turned from their normal, almost chalky white to an off-pink color--but Sam didn't even stop hitting her at that. Only when Shizuru really was crying with tears in her eyes did the tiger finally relent and simply rest his paw on the thick but tight cheeks of her ass.

"M-Mr. Landlord," she whined, "that hurts..."

"That's the idea," Sam said harshly. "I'm punishing you... I can't have annoying little girls taking advantage of me without paying the price, can I?"

He spanked her again, then, harder than he had before. This sharp smack made Shizuru gasp and then wince in pain, alternating between rubbing her sore flesh and tugging at her towel so that it was covering as much of her as possible.

Apparently satisfied that she had been spanked enough, Sam simply glared at her. He reached down and brushed several locks of her sleek, raven hair to the side so that he could look down at her and make eye contact... at least, whenever she wasn't so terrified that she was looking away or simply shutting her eyes tightly. How scared of him she was seemed to amuse the tiger--he grinned, darkly, even as his paw rested on her ass and then, gradually, began to rub it, knead it... began to grope her.

"M-Mr. Landlord..." Shizuru began, but she shut up at the look on Sam's face.

"This is part of your punishment," the tiger said firmly. "Accept it, or else I'll call the cops and have you thrown out into the street. Understand?"

Shizuru was about to reluctantly affirm that she did understand, but Sam's paw shot out and snaked around her mouth, preventing her from speaking normally. His grasp was strong, she knew, so strong that he could crush her face if he wanted. The fur on his striped appendage pressed in around her lips, and her nose, cutting off her air supply for several seconds--so, terrified for her life, Shizuru simply looked up at the tiger and nodded twice.

"Good."

Sam removed his paw from her mouth and set it on the back of her neck. That scared her, sure, as he could claw out her spinal column at a moment's notice, but at least she could breathe now. Indeed, Shizuru gulped down air for a few moments, causing her chest to rapidly pulse as oxygen flowed in and out of her lungs--but then, she became aware of what Sam was doing.

His one paw was nestled within her lovely black hair. The other was, even then, continuing to grope her ass in a rather sexual manner indeed. It didn't even occur to Shizuru that she might use Sam's obvious attraction for her as a bargaining tool--if anything, the tiger's interest in her scared her even more.

She had to get out of this. If she didn't... she didn't want to think about what might happen. So, Shizuru squirmed, just a little bit, and meekly looked back to make eye contact with the dangerous feline whose knee she was still bent over.

"S-sir... I think this is sexual harassment," she complained, wiggling ever so erotically on his lap--but Sam wasn't having any of it.

"In America, it's legal in extreme cases," the tiger said smoothly. "For example, when one is trying to discipline stupid, whiny, annoying little girls, almost nothing is off limits."

"L-legal? That can't be right!" Shizuru said--but Sam ignored her, utterly. He just continued to grope her thick but firm ass with increasing vigor.

Shizuru shut her eyes and just tried to ignore what was happening, telling herself that it would all be over soon. Sam would get tired of her soon, and then, when she met the man of her dreams, she could tell the truth--that she had resisted Sam to the last minute and that she was still virginal and that she wasn't too devalued, not too much at all, really...

And then, Sam's roaming paw crept into the cleft of her ass. That was... well, it certainly wasn't okay, but it wasn't that bad, either--however, when the tiger's index finger came into contact with the sweet pink treat still hidden by her towel and the curves of her ass, Shizuru gasped and pressed her legs together, forcing his paw away from her treasure.

"N-no!" she protested. "That's my precious place! You can't have it--it's only for my husband!" She turned back, intending to put Sam in his place with an angry stare, but when her eyes met the tiger's it was only a half-second before her will faltered and she look away again.

She had expected for her admission to shame Sam into leaving her be--and, hopefully, forgetting about the past few months, and another few months too--just in case. If anything, though, Sam seemed more interested in her than ever before.

Smiling darkly, the tiger, rubbed her ass for another few seconds in slow, almost sensual circles. He leaned down and spoke directly into her ear in a dangerous, malevolent purr of a voice.

"You're still a virgin, aren't you?" Sam murmured.

He seemed to be questioning himself as much as he was questioning her. After all, though she had referred to her feminine entrance as her "precious place", one that was reserved for her one and only, she was still, well, fantastically attractive. Her huge breasts, hourglass figure, and sweet face made it seem practically impossible that no one had gotten lucky with her, or, failing that, that no one had grabbed her and had their way with her in a dark alley somewhere.

But, incredibly, Shizuru blushed and turned away at his words. "Y-yes, sir..." she mumbled. "And proud of it!" she wanted to add--but Sam was far too scary and far too dangerous for her to do that.

Still, perhaps her admission was a good thing. Sam seemed like the spooky kind of guy who was only interested in girls who could keep up with him sexually, who were into whatever hidden Kama Sutra fetish arts that he had in his blood. Someone like Shizuru, who had practiced for (but had never had) relatively vanilla sex surely wasn't attractive to him at all. Certainly, he was right on the verge of shouting at her to pay him soon and then storming out of her apartment.

Terribly, though, Sam grinned and leaned away from her. He swatted her ass again--she jumped, though this blow was nowhere near what she knew he was capable of--and then he stroked her hair with his fingers for a moment. The paw that had swatted her ass placed itself on her bare leg, and then, the tiger requested the impossible.

"In that case," Sam said calmly, "I'll take that as payment. Give me your virginity, and I'll forget about the last few months."

This time, when Shizuru struggled, she very nearly got away. In fact, she almost managed to squirm off of Sam's lap, at least until he caught her by the wrist and rested a half-extended claw just next to her jugular vein.

When that happened, Shizuru froze and shook her head, trying not to get her throat sliced open in the process. "P-please, sir, no!" she begged. "Anything but that! If I give you my virginity, no one will want to marry me, ever, even though I was in the top 1% of my class!"

Sam seemed to grin when she said that, as if the whole scenario was too surreal for him to believe. In any other circumstances, he would have laughed at the idea of a woman saving her first time while expressing pride in her degree in homemaking. But Shizuru, it seemed, was 100% real, and 100% honest. She truly was a naïve, virginal, desperate, and extremely attractive Japanese human.

For a moment, the tiger was really tempted to force her to give him her first time. The idea of mating a woman with such hips, such breasts, such hair, such a face... it made the fur on the back of his neck stand on end.

Then again... raping Shizuru would be taking it just a little too far.

"Well then," Sam began, eventually, "you'd better give me something as good as your first time, Shiziru, if you have anything that good. And decide quickly," the tiger murmured. "Or else, I may just throw you to the ground, and..."

He intentionally let his voice trail off. His words had had the desired effect--Shizuru winced and glanced at him, fearfully, even as his paw continued to idly stroke and rub the sweet, still half-covered curves of her butt.

She was truly in a bad position to bargain--she was half-naked on Sam's knee, and as the seconds ticked by, she could feel the tiger's lust grow. She had to think quickly, because if she didn't then who knew what the dangerous male might do?

She couldn't give up her virginity--she absolutely could not, because if that happened, it wouldn't matter if she went on to get her doctorate in homemaking, even. No decent man would ever want to lay eyes, let alone a hand on her if she gave up her first time to a brutal tiger. But it was clear that she had to do something sexual to get Sam to let her go...

"W-well," Shizuru began eventually, chancing a glance up at her feline landlord, "I got straight As in Oral I, II, and Advanced Oral. S-so, maybe... if I gave you a b-blowjob... is that okay?"

It was a grim decision for Shizuru to make. The best men, the kind that had once been in her class until Sam had seen her naked, would certainly be turned away if they realized where her lips had once been. But having oral sex before marriage wasn't too unheard of for homemaking majors... she could still get a good husband if she really strove for it.

Then, however, Sam shook his head sharply. He looked calmly down at Shizuru, caressing her hair in his one paw and caressing her ass in the other.

"That's not a fair deal," the tiger said. "If you won't let me have your pussy... then I want your mouth-pussy," he said. "I don't want you to give me oral sex, I want to make love to your mouth-pussy. I want you on your back, and I want to be able to take your mouth... and your throat, and your esophagus, like we're both animals."

Shizuru shivered. "Th-th-throatfucking?" she mewled. "But-but-but I only have my bachelor's... they don't teach throatfucking until g-grad school..."

Sam simply glared at her, and then, she knew she had no choice. She had to save her pussy... so, it looked like she'd have to sacrifice her mouth-pussy.

Shutting her eyes tightly, Shizuru meekly nodded. "Alright, Mr. Landlord," she said sadly. "Y-you can have my... mouth-pussy."

Shizuru willed herself to go limp. He would place her on the couch, take her mouth-pussy--that is, her mouth, and her throat, and... hopefully, not her esophagus...

Regardless, he would have his fun with her, and she would leave. It wouldn't be too bad... she'd still have her home, and a decent, if poorly-paying job, and she'd redouble her efforts on her search for a husband. And she'd find a way to ignore how pleasant it felt to have his powerful paw sifting repeatedly through her hair...

Cautiously, Shizuru glanced up at her landlord. The tiger seemed to be smiling, not in a dangerous way--he seemed more self-congratulatory than anything else, and the way he was stroking her hair... well, it didn't actually feel bad, and he certainly wasn't trying to hurt her. He was being rather gentle, in fact--he even held her petite, feminine hand as he nudged her to her feet in front of him, slowly spreading his legs apart.

"Arouse me, Shizuru," he commanded. "Dance for me; make it so that I can't think of anything but your beautiful, beautiful body..."

"D-dance?"

She wanted to say that that wasn't part of the deal, but one look at the determined expression on the powerful felines face shut her up. Blushing ferociously, she hung her head and mumbled that she'd like to be allowed to put on some clothes, first, but Sam curtly shook his head and gave her a venomous glare.

At that, she started.

It was a little hard to dance without music, excitement, or any other semblances of a pleasant environment. Yet, Shizuru had taken enough classes to know what to do to attract the attentions of the male mind, even when there weren't any other sensually appealing aspects of their surroundings. She would have liked for her first dance for a man to be set in a rather more romantic setting--with candles, for example, and as a prelude to their first night together--but it seemed that Sam might be taking a bit more from her than the virginity of her mouth-pussy.

So, Shizuru shut her eyes and began to sway. That was how she was taught to start out--just to sway, a little, to rock her weight from one foot to the other so that her very broad hips would draw the eyes of anyone watching. After a few seconds of that, her man's attention would naturally stray, a little, so it was time to recapture it.

She ran her hands up her thighs, her belly, her breasts. She didn't need to move them in any particular manner to exaggerate her feminine curves--she was more than well enough endowed that when she simply traced the contours of her form with her hands, Sam was forced to hiss in desire.

Soon, though, her hands traveled to her neck. When that happened, she tilted her head back and bared her throat to the tiger, wincing just a little bit as she did so. By exposing herself to him in such a manner, she displayed her submission to him, and her trust in him--at least on a psychological level.

Then, she ran her fingers through her hair, held it up, to show just how long and sleek and strong it was--and then, the pace of her dance began to increase.

Now, Shizuru's hands moved independently of one another. She knew what she was doing--when one hand was on her breasts, the other was on her thigh. When she wasn't sure what to do next, she knelt, just a little bit, and drew closer to Sam as if she enjoyed what she was doing--and she most certainly was not! This was a terrible experience, a miserable thing, and just began his paws felt nice on her broad hips, that didn't meant that she was consenting to the situation.

Her cheeks were bright red, after all, and although she tried to avoid it, when she leaned down or crouched to further arouse Sam, she couldn't prevent herself from rubbing up against the loose cloth that made his pants. And he liked that--he certainly liked that.

In minutes, the tiger was resting the side of his face against her towel, right over her belly. He kissed at the soft cloth a few times and hooked his paws around the small of her back, so that she couldn't have gotten away if she'd tried.

"You're not bad, Shizuru," he murmured. "You're really getting me going here..." He said these words in a deep, masculine tone that unconsciously made her shiver with an emotion that was most certainly was not desire. But even though Shizuru looked away, she couldn't ignore what he said next.

"You're actually pretty good... if I didn't know better, I'd say that you're nothing more than a common or garden-variety slut."

He insulted her easily, even as he manipulated her body in his paws so that she turned around.

"P-please don't say such things..." Shizuru mumbled. Sam didn't insult her again, but she had no idea if that was because he had heard her. Perhaps he was just too focused on watching that thick, gorgeous ass of hers wriggle in front of him... perhaps he was too hopeful that she would bend over just enough to let him see the hot, sweet treasure that he had gotten a glimpse of before.

Shizuru was forced to continue to gyrate her ass for the tiger, blushing horribly the whole while. If she had been doing this for the one she loved, she'd have had no problem dipping down and pressing herself against him, or holding hands with him, or just resting her hands on his knees. In this case, however, Sam maintained a tight hold on her wrist, pinning it at the small of her back, just in case she got any ideas--if she did a single thing he didn't like, he could easily dislocate her shoulder.

Fortunately, however, she didn't upset him and he didn't hurt her. He just allowed her to continue to dance on him, against him, occasionally brushing her thick butt against what had to be a water bottle in his pocket (though she hadn't noticed it before... how odd). Yet after a few moments, Shizuru's fear began to abate, and she was about to try to renegotiate their contract when Sam reached up and undid the knot that held her towel in place.

Then, he pulled it away and threw it to some unseen part of the room.

Immediately, Shizuru yelped and wriggled her hand out of Sam's grasp. She used one hand to cover her feminine entrance, but her other pale arm was far too small to reach across her chest and cover her breasts entirely. At best, she managed to cover one large, off-pink nipple with her elbow and covered most of the other nipple with her hand, but this position was so tenuous that the moment she looked over her shoulder, she lost control of one breast and was forced to face away from Sam again, blushing horribly and trying to cover herself again.

"S-sir!" she began, but again, the tiger cut her off.

"You said you'd let me have your mouth-pussy as a replacement for the real thing," Sam pointed out. He seemed to be staring at her sleek, pale back, so smooth and lean that he could watch her slim frame rapidly taper outward to accommodate the swell of her broad hips and sweet, thick ass.

"If you were going to let me have your pussy, you would be naked... so, in this case, you have to be naked for me to take your mouth-pussy."

His arms wrapped around her hips--barely, despite how tall the tiger was--and as he rested his feline countenance just above her ass, Shizuru shivered. But she couldn't argue with the logic of Sam's statement...

So, unsure of what else to do, Shizuru continued to dance. Again he manipulated her with his muscular arms, maneuvering her so subtly and yet so efficiently that only a moment passed before she was facing him again. She blushed horribly when this happened, and tried to shy away from the tiger, but he ignored her unspoken protests utterly and continued to simply plant a series of soft, affectionate kisses all over her belly that left an odd, fluttering, tingling sort of sensation on her skin that she didn't understand--she'd never felt it before, and it certainly wasn't the odd, fluttering, tingling sort of sensation that she'd been told was the sign of a wonderful man, and a perfect, masculine lover.

Sam's paws remained on her hips as he continued to kiss at her belly. It was as if he was testing, or else worshipping the part of her body that was designed to carry his and only his children--but that wasn't going to happen! He was going to take her mouth-pussy and that was all, and Shizuru was pretty sure that it was impossible to get impregnated like that, even if he really did take her esophagus.

It was hard to reassure herself, though, because now Sam was gently but insistently tugging at her arm to get her to bare her breasts to him. Shizuru was tempted to resist, but she knew that if she did that, he would surely get angry and beat her up and rape her, or even kill her. She had no other choice, so she allowed him to pull her arm away--but she quickly reached down and covered the one part of her body he would not be able to see with both hands, blushing a marevelous, cherry red, unaware that when she held both of her hands like that her arms forced her breasts forward almost aggressively... almost like she wanted him to do what he did next.

Sam leaned back, for a moment, sighing in pleasure at the sight of her massive breasts pressed together, just for him. As each was about as large as her head at minimum, it only pleased him more when he noticed that judging by the way they bounced, the way they rested against her arms... they were natural.

That didn't seem possible. No woman was that well endowed--but Sam had to know. He reached up and placed both paws on her breasts, almost hissing in pleasure as he gently squeezed them, rubbed them, fondled them, moved them in circles. They were real... and they were also really huge.

"What size bras do you wear, Shizuru?" the tiger murmured. "They must be custom-made..."

The girl didn't want to talk. The way he caressed he flesh made her blush even more brightly, if possible, and stand perfectly still as if moving might make him jump up and attack her. She managed to open one tightly shut eye, however, before quickly shutting it again--and reluctantly answering the tiger.

"I-it's H-cup, sir..."

He nodded at that. She felt his countenance rest against her belly again, as he continued to hold her in place by the hips--and then, he began to nuzzle against her breasts and use his tongue for the first time.

After kissing his way up her belly in a rather wet, erotic manner, Sam began to plant a series of increasingly-sexual kisses around her breasts. He avoided her nipples for a few moments, but when he finally began to manipulate those soft pink nubs, she couldn't help but gasp.

"S-sir, please," she whined. "That feels... weird!"

As she spoke, Shizuru ground forward against him, unconsciously. She felt herself panting, her chest rapidly rising and falling, and by this point, the wetness that had once clung exclusively to her skin and her towel had been transferred to Sam's shirt. This distorted the cloth and changed the way it stuck to his frame, so that she could see that... he really was quite muscular. But he wasn't just muscular, he was toned, defined, and cut the way the man of her dreams was...

Within moments, Shizuru was on her knees before him. Blushing, she used her petite, pale hands to undo his belt buckle, then his zipper, then the button that kept his pants on. She was grateful that she'd practiced on mannequins so many times or else she'd be too nervous to go any further, and then, Sam would surely hold her down and rape her.

As it was, she was barely able to coax herself to go on. She was shaking, and blushing so severely that the blood vessels in her face threatened to burst. Only fear kept her going--that, and the fact that Sam's paw was intertwined in her hair and planted on the back of her head so that if he wanted, he could grab her and do as he pleased.

He looked down, trying to make eye contact with her, but she was much too nervous for that. She could barely even look at his pants as she took them into her hands and pulled them down, exposing the tiger's boxers.

When that happened, her eyes, and her mouth, widened. It seemed that Sam... had not been carrying a water bottle after all.

His boxers failed to hide his member, even though it only seemed half-erect at best. The tiger had to be... a foot long, in American units, and almost as thick as a can of coke. This... this was ridiculous! Shizuru had no idea what to do with a member so huge that its head poked out of its owner's boxers, halfway down his thigh. Sure, it was a little, well, fun to look at, but she was terrified to touch the tiger's endowment.

And yet... she didn't exactly have a choice in the matter. When she glanced up at Sam, hoping to see mercy, she only saw him glare at her and mouth, "Go on."

She took his boxers off. Slowly, she took his cock into one hand... no, two, but that was okay, as she had learned how to stroke a man with both hands. She glided her pale fingers along the girthy, veined surface of the tiger's cock for a few seconds, and then leaned forward and touch her lips against it in an innocent yet delightful kiss.

Well. That wasn't too bad. It wasn't exactly the same as kissing the many toys Shizuru and her classmates had practiced on, but that was to be expected. Even the best prosthetics couldn't perfectly emulate what it was like to gently kiss the girthy, pulsating underside of a tall, beautiful tiger's massive cock--

Shizuru blushed and turned away for a moment. She was she thinking? This was a terrible situation--as bad as being raped, really--so why on Earth was she starting to enjoy herself?

A dangerous growl from her landlord told her that she had better pay attention to what she was doing or risk eviction. So, humbly, Shizuru began to kiss the tiger's cock again, several times, to warm him up for when she'd finally welcome him into her mouth... which, in itself, was just a warm up for when he'd take her mouth-pussy like it was her actual pussy.

After a few moments, Shizuru had kissed Sam's cock to the point that he was as hard as he was going to be... and, really, it was quite impressive. Shizuru knew that even the most wonderful of men suffered from impotence, but Sam clearly didn't. He was rock-hard and huge, so much so that when she drew a pale hand up the head of his cock, she knew that the head alone was as large as her fist.

Shizuru had gone to school in Japan. The lessons she'd learned there... didn't really apply to the monster that Sam had been hiding in his pants. Even Advanced Oral had only touched on how to adapt oral technique to please a cock that was eight inches long, and she had learned that such an endowment was at the far end of the bell curve. Yet Sam was one and a half times that...

Shyly, Shizuru looked up at Sam--but only just for a moment. She quickly looked away and stroked him with both hands so that he wouldn't get angry.

"M-Mr. Landlord... you're too big, I don't really know what to do..." she admitted. And by this point, she knew that that wouldn't get her off the hook.

"That's alright," the tiger said, as if he was used to being told that he was too big. "Just... do what feels right; you'll figure it out. When you were kissing me... that was a good start." He adjusted the way he was sitting, a little, and ran a few fingers through Shizuru's hair with the slightest of moans as she stroked his thick cock in just the right way.

"Focus on the energy, the musk," Sam suggested. "You should be able to taste it easily... so don't be afraid to enjoy yourself."

Shizuru nodded, shyly, though she couldn't bring herself to look up and make eye contact with the tiger. She then tried to apply a skill she knew was extremely at seducing even the most stern of men, though it was hard to do in Sam's case--she pressed his cock up against his belly to expose the thick underside, and proceeded to wetly, hotly, sloppy kiss all over it. In the process, she certainly pressed her face, and the smooth protrusion of her nose against his cock, but she didn't care. She just wouldn't go any further than that--she would only truly rub her face against the cock of the man she loved.

At least her tactic seemed effective. Sam moaned, certainly, and the fact that she was able to please such a massive member gave Shizuru a bit of unexpected confidence. She was no longer motivated solely by fear, and the fact that Sam's paw merely rested on the back of her head allowed her to worry about one less thing.

So, she went on. Her lessons helped guide her at some points, but for the most part... she was actually quite spontaneous. She was actually starting to feel... like this wasn't so bad, after all.

After kissing humbly at the underside of Sam's cock, Shizuru stroked him with her hands and began to take him into her mouth... just a little bit.

It wouldn't go in. It simply would not go in. She could press her sweet little lips around his cock as much as she wanted, and stroke him, and take breaks to run her tongue around the head of his cock to explore its shape, its contours, but she simply could not physically get his cockhead into her mouth. At most, she could bob up and down on the very tip just as he wanted her to.

Now, Sam was leading things. He had taken hold of her hair and was gently moving her head precisely when and how he wanted to. Initially, Shizuru tried to stroke him while this happened, but then, she moved one, and then two hands to the floor to support herself while Sam helped her give him oral for the first time ever--and that wouldn't devalue her too much. Even though she was suckling as gently and submissively and tenderly as she could, she could still find a good husband if she tried to.

A moment later, though, Sam gently eased Shizuru off of his cock. He was breathing hard, by then, and looking at her with such intensity that as she tried to catch her breath and swallow down the mixed saliva and precum in her mouth, she gulped nervously and looked away. He didn't seem to like that, and so he pressed her face against the underside of his cock rather more roughly than he may have otherwise.

Stroking his cock with the paw that wasn't controlling the back of Shizuru's head, Sam spoke to her in a harsh, gruff tone that didn't at all square with the way he was moaning and purring and grinding up against her.

"Suck my balls," the tiger ordered. "And do it properly, Shizuru, or else... ahn..."

She hadn't needed much of a prompt. Although she had shut her eyes and winced and flailed a bit when she had shoved her face into his groin, she had known exactly what he wanted. And, to be honest, she didn't particularly mind it that he was feeling a little... dominant.

With that in mind, Shizuru had wasted no time in welcoming one of the tiger's balls into her hot, wet, gentle mouth. She knew exactly what to do--she had to gently caress his testicle with her tongue in a loving, affectionate sort of way. Psychologically, it signaled to Sam that she adored the part of his body that produced his seed--and physically, it was a stimulating experience, because it would allow him to produce that much more seed.

"That's it..." Sam practically purred, and so Shizuru knew that she was doing something right. She even smiled to herself, just a little bit, and when Sam tugged her off of his balls she wasted no time in going back to sucking at his cock. She even pretended to be a little hungry for it.

Still, though, she couldn't bring herself to look into his eyes. She looked off to the side, shyly, and tried to focus on the pleasant things about the scenario... how big he was, how she could practice on his massive cock in order to please the man of her dreams, how nice his paws felt in her hair and on her upper back.

Then, however, Sam grew cross with her again. He pulled her off his cock--she expected to be forced down to his balls again, so she opened her mouth--and this meant that when he struck her, a loud, wet sound echoed in her mouth for several seconds as she gasped and held her cheek after being slapped to the side.

Blushing in embarrassment and pain, Shizuru dared to steal a glance at Sam. After giving her raven hair a slight toss to get it out of the way, she noticed, however, that neither of his paws were in a position suggesting that he had slapped her, and he had certainly not struck her with a closed fist--if he had, she would have been dead. He seemed to be holding his cock rather tightly, though, and around the base, so that meant...

...Had he just hit her with his cock?

The idea in itself was ridiculous given normal circumstances, but Sam was so huge that his member really could be used as a weapon, or at least as an instrument with which to deal punishment out to disobedient females. Indeed, Shizuru was reduced to wincing, gasping, and massaging her cheek for a moment as she tried to blink the stars out of her vision, and so it was several seconds before she was able to hear Sam speak to her.

"Look into my eyes as you suck my cock," he ordered--and then, he pulled her face toward him again and stroked his member threateningly--

"Y-yes!" Shizuru said quickly. She bowed her head and looked up at him with her light brown eyes and then, before he could change his mind, she gently nestled her forehead against the underside of his cock, and his balls. "I am sorry, Mr. Landlord..."

"Good..." Sam murmured. He then allowed her to apologize to him by licking at his balls submissively and then stroking her tongue up and down his cock in long, wet, slathering motions.

"That's it," the tiger continued, a few moments later, after Shizuru had forgotten most of her fear and he had forgotten most of his anger. "Just like that, Shizuru... and don't be afraid to talk dirty," he suggested. "I know you want to..."

After that, Sam used his paw to place his member on top of her head and face as if he was knighting her. As his cock heavily weighed down on her nose and forehead, Shizuru tried to continue to look into his eyes, but he was too large, too thick--as it was, the muscles in her neck was strained by the sheer mass in his member.

And that didn't turn Shizuru on. Not at all. And it certainly didn't turn her on that his actions, as well as their respective positions, made it clear that Sam was the big, strong, dominant male, whereas she was the weak, humble, submissive female. She was only dirty talking to placate him, and to keep him from taking the increasingly wet, aroused treasure between her legs.

"S-so hot and thick," she panted, reaching up with a hand to caress his heavy, full balls as she breathed hotly into his sack. She kissed him loudly a few times, sometimes on the balls, sometimes on the underside of his cock. "M-Mr. Landlord... you huge cock... it's so delicious..."

She ran her sweet little tongue up and down the bottom of his cock a few times, drawing all the way up to lick around his head for a moment. She tried to take him into her mouth again--but she gagged loudly with only half of his head in her and spent a few seconds trying to close her jaw properly when she drew off of him. After that embarrassing episode, she was sure to look into his eyes as she apologetically, and teasingly, kissed at his groin, just next to the base of his member.

Alternating words and kisses, Shizuru caressed Sam's cock with one hand, and used the other to... err, that is, nothing at all, certainly nothing suspicious with her feminine entrance. It was just... to keep her occupied, that was all. There was absolutely no way that she was aroused to the point of masturbating while she kissed Sam in his most private area so enthusiastically that she didn't care that his masculine scent was starting to cling to her skin.

"And your t-testicles..." Shizuru continued, still stuttering in the slightest way. "Huge... and so delicious." To make Sam think that she was being sincere, which she most certainly wasn't, she shut her eyes and spent a few seconds sloppily trying to get both of his balls into her mouth.

"I can... taste y-your cum being... created," she murmured. "So much cum..."

Shizuru rubbed her forehead against Sam's balls--and almost immediately, she regretted it. That was too much--if her future husband found out about that, then she'd be dumped immediately! Shizuru looked up at Sam almost in horror, until she realized that it was he who was taking her head into his paw and doing what he would with it, just like a man was supposed to.

Well... in that case, it wasn't so bad. As long as she was being forced to please Sam, she had no say in what was going on. And it wasn't like it felt that bad, either. Just as long as she wasn't giving her consent, surely it wasn't that big of a deal that Shizuru was moaning quietly as she was physically "persuaded" to love on Sam's sack with her lips, tongue, mouth, and face.

What Shizuru didn't realize, however, was that as she was repeatedly pressed against her landlord's balls, sometimes so forcefully that she couldn't breathe, he was stroking himself off. Though he couldn't look into her eyes as he seemed to love to, looking down at her sweet, pale little face moaning as it licked and sucked and kissed at his balls was more than enough to bring his pleasure almost to the point of no return...

Shizuru had been working on getting both of Sam's balls into her mouth when she was pulled back with such abruptness that his one testicle simply rolled out of her mouth and the other was tugged out with an audible, wet pop. As she was breathing hard and gently resisting Sam's paws in an attempt to go back to what she had been doing--or else he would do something bad to her--it was a moment before she realized what was going on.

So, she had no time to prepare for the single strand of cum that Sam painted neatly across her face.

Somewhat surprised--stunned, really--Shizuru gasped and reflexively jerked back. She mentally cursed herself for that; although she had always done poorly on her facial-reception tests, she had sworn to herself to take her man's cum like a woman when the time came for it, and now she had failed her first real life test... but this didn't count! This was involuntary, this was rape, and it didn't matter how dominant and powerful Sam looked as he stared down at her, panting, cock still hard and pulsating in his masculine paw.

But still... she couldn't help being curious. After all, it was natural, and besides, Sam likely wouldn't notice her interest in his cum, not when she was breathing so hard that her large breasts were bouncing and swaying in his full view.

So, discretely, Shizuru brought a hand to her own face. It was strange--she had learned that a man's cum was usually watery and cool, but she was pretty sure that the neat line of cum she felt reaching from her chin to her lips, to across the bridge of her nose up into her forehead, and maybe even her hair hadn't moved at all since it had reached there. Shizuru instinctively knew that the thicker cum was, the stronger it was, and yet she had never heard of anything like this.

It took her a few tries to get a few clumps of Sam's cum off of her face. When she finally managed to capture a small volume of it in her fingers, she stared at it for a moment, slowly dripping and flowing in her pale hands. It was almost like glue, that's how thick and opaque it was, and yet it was warm and smelled powerful, masculine, dominant, just like its owner.. who was looking right into her eyes even then.

"That's the best semen," Sam murmured confidently. "Do you like it? See how thick it is, how strong it is... it's a sign of my arousal for you. It's... my gift to you."

Shizuru looked down--but only briefly, for fear of taking another blow from his member. She shyly looked into Sam's eyes as she considered what he said. She had heard it all before, of course, but it was one thing to learn the theory in class and another thing entirely to have a real, live, male telling her that his seed was a gift to her, and to hear and to know that it really was the most potential, masculine cum that had ever been given from a man to a woman. It was so arousing--she couldn't help bringing her fingers to her mouth, just to give it a taste, just a little, tiny lick...

The next thing Shizuru knew, she was moaning and using her fingers to wipe his cum off her face and get it into her body like she was a bitch in heat. It was so hot and so strong and so delicious that she didn't care that Sam was stroking himself off not an inch from her face--she wouldn't have cared if he struck her with his cock again; just then she'd have thought of it as his way of anointing her. She was so enamored by his powerful, masculine seed that when he drew her toward him, she almost forgot her fear of him for a full second.

By the time he kissed her, though, she was terrified again. She was terrified--and yet he was so gentle, and so muscular, and his powerful arms felt like they could shield her from anything when they wrapped around her pale, voluptuous body. And the way he kissed her made her feel like a Goddess...

She could still sense the coppery aftertaste of Sam's powerful seed in her mouth, and perhaps that was what allowed her to break past her natural inhibitions and let him kiss her like she was a woman--like she was his woman. The masculine taste of his cum was like a drug to her, a thousand times more potent than simply the smell of him or the feeling of servicing his member, and that was why it didn't take ten seconds for Shizuru to swoon in his arms. The kissing skills she'd learned in university failed her, utterly; she was only able to open her mouth and take Sam's affections in the messiest, sloppiest, most unpolished manner.

Shizuru weakly tried to hold Sam back, but his control over her was so absolute that she could barely prevent her eyes from rolling to the back of her head in pleasure. His cock--still hard and strong and huge, just for her--was pressed up again her lithe belly, and his balls, still churning and heavy with no less than a quarter cup of cum, was pressed up against the nexus of her legs. Unconsciously, Shizuru ground against the tall feline, moaning softly--and finally, his erotic assault on her senses ceased.

He held her torso in his arms, looking down at her with an expression on her face Shizuru had only dreamed of seeing in person. It was lust--but not just lust, it was lust mixed with something else, something more, that she could perceive thanks to the glint in his eyes. It filled her with a feeling beyond expression; it confused her, and to a degree, it scared her--but the moment she sensed it, she knew that she had to have more. She knew that she was powerless to refuse him.

"Shizuru..." Sam said, stroking her arms with his paws in just such a way that she was induced to blushing and turning her head to the side, "the deal we had... was for your mouth-pussy only. I'm afraid I'll have to go back on my word..."

Now was caressing her face in his paws now, stroking her hair and holding her with such affection that she nuzzled into his furred appendages and sucked erotically at his fingers, just the way she'd been taught to.

"I can't just have your mouth-pussy..." Sam murmured. And then, he shocked her by speaking not in English, but in her native language--in Japanese.

"You're becoming a woman tonight."

He held her in such a way that her breasts were resting against his abdomen, occasionally brushing up against the erect behemoth that was his member. His arms caressed her around the torso and the way he looked down at her, as if she was the only thing that mattered in the world, made her feel like a princess in a way that only a few lucky homemaking majors ever would. This time, Shizuru didn't feel afraid of him... and this time, she didn't look away.

"I... I..." she began breathlessly, before swallowing once. Then, holding on to Sam's arms tightly, as if letting go of them would destroy her resolve, she continued.

"I-if it's Mr. Landlord... I think... it is okay..."

As she said this, she was blushing horribly. She looked away, and shut her eyes in case he struck her again--but he didn't. He simply ran a hand through her hair, and then kissed her on the forehead as if he had feelings for her. After that, he rose and guided her into reclining across the couch with her legs divided in preparation to receive him.

This was the moment she had been preparing for for years. She was going to give herself--her body, at least--to the man standing in front of her, stroking her shapely hips with his paws after he pulled his shirt off, revealing a muscular, toned upper body that made her breathe inward sharply when she saw it. A moment later, he had his pants off, too, and was standing right in front of her with his fat, hard, huge, heavy cock resting against the soft, pleasant curve of her ass.

Shizuru was blushing so horribly that she was tempted to hide behind her hands. But when Sam placed one of his paws on her breast and the other next to her belly to support himself, she was able to cling to his muscular, furred form and close her eyes tightly as he placed his fist-sized cockhead against the entrance to her body.

And, although it was getting a little late for second thoughts, when that happened, Shizuru felt intimidated at the absolute least. More accurately, she felt afraid of literally being split apart.

"H-hey... it's t-too big, isn't it?" Shizuru stammered. "Th-there's no way it will fit, right?"

Sam had been looking down at the almost-union of their bodies until then, but when Shizuru said that, he looked up at her and laughed. He then kissed her just enough that her embarrassment was suppressed long enough for her to hear what he said next.

"Do you really think there's a man on this planet who could stop now, with his cockhead against the moist, shaved, virgin pussy of a beauty like you?" he murmured. He shook his head at her--playfully?--and after looking uncertain, for a moment, he kissed over each of her breasts and then kissed her on the lips again. He then used his tongue to toy with hers, briefly, so that by the time he broke the kiss she was breathing rapidly and moaning again.

"Of course it won't fit," Sam said in a deep purr of a voice. "I'll have to force it... so, brace yourself, Shizuru, because it will hurt... a lot..."

Wordlessly, she nodded--she was too scared and embarrassed and aroused to do anything else--and held the couch by reaching up over her head and grabbing on tightly. This posture made her breasts press forward into Sam's face almost aggressively, and so perhaps it wasn't wise. Sam was enticed into being just a little less gentle than he may have been otherwise.

Pinning her in place with his paw, the tiger pressed forward. At first, Shizuru was just shoved upward, but then, she moved no more, and he began to enter her. Her eyes widened, then, as the huge head of his cock split her pussy apart.

"B-big!" she squealed. She arched her back in an instinctive effort to ease the pain, or at least find an angle of entry that wasn't as brutal.

She was unsuccessful.

Sam continued to press forward--slowly--and so by the time a third of his massive cock was in her, he felt a different kind of resistance, a membrane of some sort. It made him smile, even as he moaned, when he felt his hard cock break right through it.

Shizuru gasped in pain when that happened, biting down against her own teeth. Unknowingly, she had wrapped her arms around the man she had come to accept--psychologically--as her man, as well as her legs. For a moment, she held him so tightly that he felt it through his fur, through his muscle, and through his lust as well, and stopped just long enough for the waves of pain radiating from her groin to abate.

"How do you like this?" he murmured, looking down at her pale, blushing face as she panted and turned away from him. "Do you like taking a cock bigger than most women will ever dream about? Do you? Do you like feeling me split you apart--do you like it when I hurt you with my cock, Shizuru?"

Shizuru shut her eyes tightly, and, breathing hard, tried to shake her head. But when he started to kiss her neck, she could do nothing more than moan and grind her breasts, and her pussy, up against the tiger who was raping her.

Perhaps he didn't appreciate that she hadn't responded to a question he had asked. He certainly was the kind of person who valued manners very highly indeed--which was actually a very good trait for a man--and so Shizuru couldn't blame him, really, for glaring at her even as he tensed the considerable muscles in his lower body and started to press his cock deeper into her.

Quickly, the pain became unbearable. Even though Sam kissed her, and used his skillful paws to manipulate her massive breasts to the point that she swore she orgasmed, and cooed dirty phrases into her ears, it was only a few seconds before Shizuru found her voice.

"M-Mr. Landlord...!" she began, but he didn't listen to her. He didn't look at her--he just looked down at his masculine scepter, plunged so deep into her pussy that only a few incredibly thick inches remained out. The predatory expression on his face made it clear that he planned to hilt himself in her, no matter if he forced his cock through her cervix and right into her womb.

"S-Sam!"

Shizuru had used his first name for the first time--and that got his attention. Though he was still breathing hard and obviously lust-filled, he looked at her and saw that she was shaking her head and biting her lip to hold back a moan.

"It-it's too big... it won't go," Shizuru whimpered. "P-please... pull out..."

She had expected him to ignore complaints and her protests. After all, he already had, so many times, and that was what had given Shizuru just enough of a psychological justification to not resist as hard as she could. As long as her future husband knew that she had done what she could to preserve herself, it didn't really matter that she hadn't succeeded... and it didn't really matter if, secretly, she was actually enjoying herself.

But then... Sam pulled his cock out of her.

Her eyes widened. She felt her pussy clamp down on nothing, for a moment, before it quickly returned to its original size: just wide enough for her to insert her pinky finger without causing pain. Sam continued to grope shamelessly at her breasts, and kiss her, but he had pulled his cock out of her, leaving her with a strange feeling of emptiness that was a psychological as well as physical.

He rested his cock on top of her groin. At first, he used the head of his member to tease at her clit, making her grind against him and moan in sudden pleasure--but after that, he simply teased her by thrusting forward, slowly, deeply, so that his cock parted her pussy bit and then simply glided forward outside of her until the base of his cock was against her feminine entrance, and the head of his cock was at her belly. She shivered in pleasure at this and hopefully ground upward when he drew away, so that his next forward thrust might slide his cock back into her--but he did not placate her. In fact, when she tried to turn his taunting dry-humping into penetration one time too many, he took his cock into his hand and struck her again, right on her pussy.

"You little slut," Sam murmured, as Shizuru moaned in a combination of pleasure, pain, and deep, lustful need, "you want this, don't you? Don't lie--admit it, Shizuru. You like this..."

She didn't answer, however. She just looked away and squirmed uncomfortably, unconsciously groping at her own breasts, until Sam opened his mouth and let a long strand of saliva fall across her cheek, nose, eye, and forehead. This made her blush, horribly, but for some reason, she couldn't find it within herself to wipe his spit off of her. She liked it when he marked her with his cum... and so, she also liked it when he marked her with his saliva. Anything he gave her, she took as a gift to be treasured and loved forever--and the moment she realized this, she was moaning and taking his saliva into her fingers and eating it again like it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted.

Sam grinned darkly when she did that--and she didn't even realize what she had done until she was finished. When that happened, she seemed horrified--she tried to hide behind her hands, but when Sam placed his paws on her breasts she couldn't help but to moan like a woman in need.

Then, it was only a matter of moments before he kissed her again, and continued to grind his member so tauntingly close to where she wanted it. But though she wriggled her hips upward and even tried to use her sleek, feminine hands to get him into her a few times, he continued his devilish teasing until she was so hot and bothered that she didn't care that he had spit on her.

It was clear, though, that Sam was in charge of the flow of passions. In just a few seconds, the tiger calmed both of them down--though his hands remained on Shizuru's breasts, he didn't grope her, he only felt her in such a pleasant, affectionate manner that she couldn't help but shyly smiling up at him. She felt his eyes travel up and down her pale, lithe, voluptuous form, and so she gyrated herself in the most suggestive ways, wordlessly asking him to get his member off of her and get it back inside of her.

Sam, however, simply shook his head. He stroked himself several times, and then began to tease her again, even as she blushed and looked away.

"I'll only put it back in," the tiger murmured, "if you call me your Master... and, if you beg for it."

One of his paws remained on her breasts. And just with that one paw, Sam made her moan and shiver again, clouding her mind with lust until he stopped

Shizuru opened her mouth. She closed it--and then she opened her mouth again and closed it again. She was looking up at Sam and she wanted to say something, but she simply couldn't.

So, she turned away, and held on to the couch as she had been before to brace herself again. Blushing, she spoke in a solemn, mournful tone.

"I am already ruined for marriage," she murmured in her native tongue. Then, after reverting to English, she looked up at Sam and smiled guiltily before shutting her eyes again.

"P-please... M-m-m-master..." She paused. Swallowed. "Master... please put your hard cock in me... I need it, please..."

Immediately, she felt him enter her again. This time, as she was shutting her eyes, it was easier to concentrate on the feeling--and although she knew that she was as tight as she had been when he'd first entered her (thanks to the use of a secret herbal mix she'd learned at university), there was less pain this time. Sam, certainly seemed to appreciate that her permanent tightness didn't necessitate pain, because now, he could hold onto her by the hips and enter her at a much more reasonable rate.

Within a few seconds, the tiger was as deep as he had been before he'd removed himself from her and tortured her with his sexual teasing. But he kept pushing, kept pressing, kept making Shizuru grit her teeth and moan and turn her head to the side with her neck bare so that he could see her submission to him.

At some point, though, Sam stopped. His member remained in Shizuru, so impossibly deep that it was a wonder that she hadn't been split apart. She felt so remarkably full--physically, psychologically, sexually, spiritually--that when she opened her eyes, she felt only a pleasant, mild sense of interest when she saw the bulge in her own belly that marked just how far Sam's cock was into her. His head was right at the entrance to her womb, so that if he were to give any of his seed to her then, any at all, it would know exactly where to go.

Sam, it seemed, had taken his paws off her hips. He was resting them on either side of her head to support himself, and seemed to be staring down at the Oriental Goddess who had allowed him into her. At times, his attention seemed to be focused on her breasts, and her belly, but mostly he was focused on her broad, attractive hips, and the union of their bodies.

"No one has ever been able to take me all the way," Sam murmured. "Half of them can't get more than the head in before they're crying..."

Shizuru blushed when he said this. It wasn't that she minded that he had been with other women before--after all, the rules for him were different than the rules for her--but his implicit compliment made her feel an unexpectedly warm wave of confidence wash over her. And that was before he looked at her, and, with his feline nose right against hers, spoke again.

"By the way," the tiger said, starting to gently, shallowly thrust into Shizuru, so exotically that she moaned suddenly, "what you said isn't true at all. You're not ruined for marriage... not if you marry me..."

Although Shizuru was moaning quietly in response to Sam's repeated, gentle affections, when he said that, she stared at him for a full second. Then, moaning, she took one hand off the couch and used it to grope her own breasts until Sam took over that task for her.

"Marry... you, Mr. Landlord?"

The idea was so confusing that for a moment, Shizuru didn't know what to think. But the more she thought about it, the better it seemed. After all, Sam was only a few years older than her, he was wealthy, smart, polite, honorable, kind, and potentially harsh when his borders were crossed. Apart from that, he was a tall, muscular feline, with just the sort of look to be able to stop any danger in its tracks with just a glare, while appearing attractive, gentle, and protective to those who knew him.

And... he was an incredible lover.

Although he was only gently thrusting against Shizuru, he barely needed to move to please her almost to the point of a climax. His massive cock filled her up to the point that he did have to be quite gentle, or else he could easily injure her.

It really didn't get any better than Sam. Shizuru was about to speak, but after running a hand through her long, raven hair, he held her body close to his and ground into her in just the perfect way to make her gasp and mewl and shiver as she hit her first climax that afternoon.

"But there are a few conditions," he murmured. "You must be kind, loyal, and obedient." He kissed at her neck a few times, and started to make love to her a bit more rapidly. "You must be submissive to me... you must do as I say, when I say it, in the manner I say it." He paused, briefly, to wrap both of his muscular arms around her. He rested his body on top of hers, but despite how muscular he was, he was also lithe, so she barely registered his weight pressing down on her.

"You must love me always, no matter what," Sam said. "Those are my conditions. But in return..."

He started to thrust against her rapidly--just for a second--just long enough that his massive cockhead ground up against the entrance to her cervix and made her cum from the deep penetration.

"I will love you forever, and be kind to you," Sam said. "I will be loyal to you... and, in some cases, I will be obedient to you, too. I will share everything with you... you'll never have to worry about rent again."

He grinned when he said that--but only for a moment. The next moment, Sam gently nipped against Shizuru's fair neck so that the pleasure from his motions were that much more potent. He was taking her in longer strokes, now, using roughly half of his water bottle-thick cock to make her moan with each thrust.

Shizuru could barely think. She could barely keep herself from screaming his name out loud, and even then, she only managed this by biting her lip almost hard enough to draw blood.

"O-okay," Shizuru managed to moan. She held onto the couch more firmly, but it was almost useless--Sam was so powerful that each one of his thrusts dislodged her grip, made her breasts bounce on her chest. So, she simply hooked her arms around his back and held him tightly.

"Th-then... please take good care of me, Mr. Landlord..."

He grinned again. And then, simply holding himself inside of her and grinding in such a manner that any female would climax immediately, he rested both of his paws on her breasts and held them and kissed over them like he already loved her.

"One more condition," Sam said. "No more of this 'Mr. Landlord' stuff... I am Sam to you." He paused and obsessed over her left breast for a moment, then her right breast, nuzzling her and wetly kissing her and even gently sucking at her nipples a few times.

"That's in public," he added. "In private... Master, otto, danna, teishu, shujin... any of those will do. But I really would prefer it if my wife were to call me by my first name... it would make love develop that much more easily."

Shizuru was moaning, now, and such were her physical responses to his affections--now rapid and sharp and shallow--that she could barely think. But some corner of her mind registered that not only did Sam want their marriage to involve love... he wanted it to involve love soon.

He was starting to really take her now. Every time he changed his technique, the amount of pleasure Shizuru received was so massive that she climaxed. Every time she thought he had brought her to the absolute peak of human enjoyment, he proved her wrong by making her cum again.

"One more condition," Sam said, panting, as he watched her massive breasts sway every time he thrust into her. "You have to bear and raise at least five children with me... it's not enough to let me use a surrogate mother. I want you to be the mother of my children," he murmured.

"Y-yes," Shizuru said immediately, before he could overwhelm her mind with pleasure. She moaned loudly and then buried her face into Sam's fur, clinging to him tightly for a moment.

"Th-then... can I make a condition?" she said--and then he thrust into her roughly, infrequently, with such force that the sound of their loins meeting echoed through the room.

"Go ahead," Sam grunted, messily kissing Shizuru somewhere around her cheek. She tried to kiss him in response, but she failed, and simply ended up running her tongue along his powerful jawline.

"Th-then... you can't punish me, or discipline me... very much..."

When she said that, Sam laughed. He held her close and made love to her rapidly, again, just the way he knew she liked it--just the way he knew made her cum at least twice in succession.

"I never will," Sam murmured. "What makes you think I would do something like that?"

"B-because," Shizuru managed to mewl, holding on to his arms tightly, "because I--ahn!--because you hit me with your giant cock..."

Sam had no response to that. But Shizuru didn't notice--because after taking her gently, for a moment, as if to let her calm down, he took her with such force and rapidity that she was sure she was going to faint from the ecstacy. And yet she managed to register that he was kissing her on her cheeks, her forehead, her nose, and her sweet little lips, and apologizing to her the whole time for striking her and promising that it would never happen again.

"Th-then... another condition!" Shizuru moaned. "You can't make me have so much pleasure--ahn!--without finishing in me! I--ahn!--Shujin, I love touching and tasting your cum, but if you do this, I--ahn, ahn, ahn! Ahn!--I have to have it inside of me!"

He didn't respond. Either the words with which to respond didn't occur to him, or he was too focused on making love to her to notice what she'd said at all.

But she said it again, several times, and in various manners. As Sam continued to mate her, so rapidly and roughly that she knew that she'd be sore yet she didn't care, she continued to beg him to cum inside of her. She had to have it--she couldn't stand being the recipient of Sam's affections, and watching and feeling his furred, muscular body pound her into oblivion and then have him put his cum anywhere but where it belonged.

Shizuru didn't use birth control, and Sam certainly wasn't wearing a condom, but if either of them had the presence of mind to recognize that, they wouldn't have cared. As it was, however, Sam was absolutely dialed into making love to Shizuru as hard and fast as he possibly could, and Shizuru was absolutely focused on clinging to the sofa and taking his affections just as a good wife ought to. Although he continued to grunt, and she continued to moan and call his name, or for his cum, she couldn't verbally express that he was so fertile and she was so fertile that even if a drop of his seed entered her, she'd surely have triplets--

It wasn't a drop of his seed that entered her, then. It wasn't two drops, or a teaspoon, or a tablespoon, or two. It wasn't even a quarter cup of Sam's incredibly thick, opaque seed that shot from his cock directly into her womb. When Sam came, he came a full half cup of gluelike tiger-seed into Shizuru with such force that she felt it entering her. When that happened, she hit the most powerful climax that she had yet--it made her moan and gasp and shiver and grind down against Sam so that his wonderful cock might stay hard for a few more seconds while she savored her finish.

But after a few moments--after he was sure that every drop of cum previously contained in his balls was in Shizuru--Sam stayed hard. Not only that, he continued to thrust into Shizuru, gently, so that she could wrap her arm under her breasts and kiss and lick at her own nipples until he leaned down and did it for her.

And then he continued to thrust into her for a few moments more, with gradually decreasing power, speed, and depth. His member remained hard inside of her, and he continued to caress her and please her and hold her in a manner that made Shizuru softly moan his name as she clung to his muscular torso.

She knew that it was normal for men, once they had reached their own climaxes, to feel a certain amount of... disinterest for their sexual partners. She had been taught that if her husband simply ignored her after they were finished making love, she was to leave him alone, regardless of her own feminine desire for intimacy, and go and do some chores or simply keep her distance. But Sam wasn't disinterested in her at all--he was still thrusting into her and kissing her and fondling her and holding her like she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Eventually, the panting tiger rest his body on top of her. He looked into her eyes--grinned--and then made her blush furiously when he kissed her again.

It was a long, long time before he finally stood up and carefully removed his still-hard member from her. Looking down at the pale, big-breasted woman who had sworn the rest of her life to him, he offered her his paw so that she could stand up as well.

She accepted it, of course, with a whisper of thanks, yet she got to her own feet with such athleticism that it was clear that she hadn't needed it in the slightest.

The two of them looked at one another for a moment. Sam was still panting a little, smiling broadly, and maybe even purring a little bit, but after looking into her husband-to-be's emerald eyes for just a moment, Shizuru seemed distraught. She looked away, as if something was bothering her, and did not immediately respond to Sam's questions.

Then, she bowed to him. She placed her hands together before her breasts and bent at the waist--but that wasn't enough. After a few seconds, she was on her hands and knees, smiling as she displayed her complete and absolute submission to him. She even went as far as to kiss and rub her nose against the arch of the tiger's feet.

"What a good wife you are," Sam commented, a moment later. He placed his paw on her head--stroked her hair, once--and brought it under her chin so that he could tilt her face up so that she could look at him. "Are you thanking me for my cum, Shizuru?"

She nodded, briefly, and then shut her eyes and nuzzled into Sam's furred appendage.

"That was the full bow," she said. "The standing bow was an apology...so, please forgive me, shujin... please?"

Sam tilted his head at her. Rested his paws on her arms, and ushered her into standing up again.

"Alright, but... I have nothing to forgive you for," he said uncertainly.

But Shizuru just shook her head. She then turned around and lay down on the couch with her belly up and her head resting just where her body and his had joined moments before.

"I promised you my mouth-pussy... and I haven't given it to you yet. So, please, take it now, shujin... please consider that payment for my rent. And if you want interest... well..." Shizuru began to blush horribly, but she swallowed down her embarrassment and felt around until she had Sam's paws in her hands. She then kissed them and nuzzled them until she had psychologically proved to herself that he really was the perfect man for her.

"If you want interest, shujin... please take my mouth-pussy virginity... and then... please take my anal virginity, too."

Sam didn't answer for a long moment. He simply looked down at Shizuru, from her toned, lean legs, to her broad hips, to her lithe frame, to her large, almost huge breasts. She was still humbly kissing at his paws, and stopped only when he moved and caressed her head in his powerful grasp, stroking her hair out of the way so that it neatly spilled down from her head and then pooled on the floor below her.

He then knelt down, just a little bit, so that the tip of his hard cock was aimed directly at Shizuru's mouth. When that happened, she blushed again--and then kissed him and opened wide.

"Alright, Shizuru," Sam murmured. He thrust forward, a little, so that the head of his member entered her mouth with a soft, glomping, moaning sound.

"Let's see if we can break that gag reflex..."

(Aaaaaaaand that's a wrap.

So, how'd you like it? This story is just under sixteen thousand words, so I'd say it's pretty short. However, it's basically one extended smut scene, so you could say that it's long in a sense as well.

Anyway, I know this isn't exactly the most deep, thought-provoking, or interesting story I've written. This is just another one of those pieces I do to goose my own popularity somewhat, so that, hopefully, some people may read my darker, more serious works.

Do you think I nailed the personality of a hentai girl pretty well? That's really what I was going for. Apart from that, what particular parts of this story really got you going, and which of them did I not do that well? Please answer these questions in a comment below.

I think that's more or less all I have to say here. It is probable that my next one or two releases will be submitted to small publishers... but, as always, I promise that I won't forget my base on this site.

That's all for now, folks. See you next chapter.)

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