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I did not have to look at the Doberman's reflection in the polished elevator doors to know he was having second thoughts. I could hear him fidget and shift his weight from one foot to another, trying to muster up his courage to tell me the deal was off. Unfortunately for him, the time for second thoughts was long gone.

Ignoring him, I checked myself in the mirror-bright steel. My beige-blond hair was drawn back in a tasteful up-do, not quite as severe as I'd favored even a few years ago, and my tawny cougar fur was glossy with health and luxurious care. My mulberry-dark pinstriped suit and cream silk blouse were just as immaculate, carefully tailored to fit my fine figure and my expansive breasts. Overall, the effect was one of wealth, power and sensuality, exactly as I had intended.

As the elevator slowed down, the security guard finally got his mouth open. "Uh, Ms. Hewes... You'll remember our deal, right? I mean, this is..."

"I do not forget deals, Mr. Schultz," I cut him off. "You will get exactly what was agreed."

The doors opened and I stepped into the lobby, feeling the Doberman's eyes follow my swaying hips. Amused and a bit disdainful of his weakness, I put a little extra swish into my tail, knowing that he was going to be thinking of me on the long, long ride back down.

A middle-aged ewe, obviously a highly paid secretary by her clothing, rushed from one of the side doors, trying to stop me. "My business is with Mr. Bolt personally," I overrode her bleating excuses as I strode past her, a head taller than her in my high-heeled shoes.

Pushing open the doors of Bolt's private rooms, I walked into sunlight and the sound of metal clanging on metal. Before me, the tinted floor-to-ceiling windows gave a grand view of Houston, all the way to the Downtown skyscrapers. I looked out long enough to make it clear I wasn't afraid to do so before turning, with deliberate slowness, my back to the dizzying view.

Bolt had had some internal walls knocked down, creating an enormous, loft-style room; my professional estimate put the whole place at around six thousand square feet and three million dollars. One end of the room, past an office area with half a dozen TVs and computer screens showing the news and stock market information the world over, had been converted into a gym. That explained the noise.

The gator had been doing pull-downs when I entered, but now he had stopped, wiping his brow as he watched me. A whipcord-thin, young swallow woman, wearing a loose T-shirt and baggy shorts with Bolt's company logo on them stood at his side, looking at me with an expression I recognized as a mix of envy and disgust.

The secretary followed me as I approached Bolt, wringing her hands. "I'm sorry, sir. I told her you aren't seeing anyone, but she -"

He raised a hand, quieting the ewe, and spoke in a soft, deep voice with a prominent Texan accent. "Oh, it's all right, Mrs. Woolcott. Ms. Hewes here has a very good reason to want to see me. How did you get in here, by the way?"

I flashed the gator a sharp smile. "I bribed your security man. I offered him a year's salary up front and a job in my service if you fired him."

Bolt's returning smile was equally sharp, and much toothier. "I hope you're not planning to put him in any trusted position," he said, giving me a long, appraising look.

"Not a chance of that," I laughed, returning his scrutiny. I had to admit that Bolt was more impressive in person than the pictures suggested. They showed the gator's barrel-chested physique and well-oiled scaly skin, but didn't convey his personal intensity or the cunning gleam in his muddy yellow eyes. It was easy to forget, even standing right in front of him like this, that he was wheelchair-bound.

He dismissed the secretary with a wave, and nodded at the swallow girl. "This is Lynn, my personal trainer. Lynn, get a chair for Ms. Hewes." The saddle chair she offered me made it impossible for me to cross my legs, giving Bolt a tantalizing glimpse of my black lace undergarments.

"Now, Ty - may I call you Ty? Thank you. I think you know why I am here, Ty," I said, nudging my Hermès portfolio with my toe.

He steepled his fingers before his snout and looked at me beneath heavy lids. "I do, Sierra. Your people have been discussing this casino project with my people for weeks, and I have gone over it myself, several times. It is intriguing. Audacious. Very lucrative. Exactly what your reputation as a developer would suggest."

"And yet, I haven't got a clear answer from you," I said, leaning towards him, my blouse straining over my huge bosom. "So I decided to come straight to you to find out what gives, Ty."

The gator picked up a remote control and pressed a button. The TV screens in the office area changed to show a cavalcade of still photos and video clips of me; some of those were fairly old, judging by my smaller bust in them. "What gives is your other reputation, Sierra. I don't want this to be another Chelsea Sound business, where you walk away with the money and leave your local partners fucked. Before you sign up, you need to convince me that your ass is on the line... personally."

Ty's eyes lingered on my massive chest as he spoke, and there was no mistaking the pent-up lust in his voice. "I'd love to demonstrate my commitment to this deal to you," I said, giving my lips a slow, sensual lick. "Do you have something particular in mind, or shall I begin with the bare essentials?"

He pointed the remote past me. With an electric whir, Venetian blinds slid down, throwing the room into a pleasant shade. "Lynn, be so kind and help Sierra undress," he said.

I looked at the swallow, who had quietly stripped while I had been talking with her employer, and was now standing behind me, naked save for the intricate rope harness crisscrossing her boyish body in an electric blue diamond pattern. Even with the rope loops around her breasts, Lynn's bosom was almost nonexistent, her hard nipples standing out as pink little pebbles against the white feathers of her chest. "I see. A very personal trainer," I commented to grinning Ty as I stood up.

The girl maintained a strictly business-like expression as she helped me out of my suit, but I felt her hands tremble as she undid the buttons of my blouse, revealing the creamy-furred expanse of my heavy, round breasts. When she peeled off my stockings, her façade was starting to crack, and by the time she hooked her fingers into the straps of my lacy panties, I knew I had the full interest of this little lesbian bird.

While the swallow girl put my clothes away, I turned around, giving Ty a good look of my naked body. My breasts are the first thing that everyone notices about me, just as they should be, but I've spent plenty of time and money to make sure that every inch of me is beautiful and desirable. There is no slack flesh or faded fur anywhere on my body; my arms are toned, my belly flat, my rump and thighs full and delicious, my blond pubes meticulously groomed. His expression told me that he appreciated what he was seeing.

"Lynn is a rare talent, one of my highest-paid employees," the gator said. "You saw the rope she's wearing? She ties it herself, with no help. I think you will appreciate a demonstration of her skills, Sierra..."

Behind me, Lynn had spread out a couple of gym mats on the floor, and was now twisting a length of burgundy-colored rope in her hands. I looked at her and saw the desire in her eyes, mixed with envy. This was going to be very interesting... I nodded at Ty, and waited.

She was just as good as the gator had said. Quickly and deftly, she wove the rope around my body. A couple of twists around my throat; multiple bindings around the base of my breasts, making them jut out impressively; another turn around my waist; two loops through my crotch, pursing my pussy and circling the base of my tail... and finally, a quick series of loops and twists binding my arms behind my back, tightly but comfortably.

Gently but firmly, Lynn helped me down to the mats. Straddling my bound body, she started to work on my breasts, already tingling and tender. Her hands were small but strong, her tongue hot and slick as it circled my coffee-colored nipples. I sighed with pleasure as she pinched first one, then another of them in her beak and tugged lightly.

The girl took her time moving down my body, toying and tickling my sensitive spots, occasionally adjusting the rope with little tugs and yanks that made my whole body quiver. By the time she reached my pussy, I was hot and wet from all the teasing. I groaned out loud when she finally spread my labia and dove in with her tongue. As she licked my rope-framed cunt, teasing my clit with her fingers, I cast a sideways glance at Bolt in his wheelchair.

My loud gasp of surprise was drawn out in a happy moan as Lynn's tongue found a particularly sweet spot inside my tunnel. Bolt was not just watching us having sex; he had his cock out and was slowly working it to full hardness.

"Surprised, Sierra?" the gator asked with a grin, stroking himself. There was pride in his voice as he continued. "Your background checkers need to be more diligent... The accident left my legs useless, but the rest of me works just fine, as Lynn can testify."

Hearing her name, the swallow looked up momentarily, her beak and chin messy with my pussy juices. "Yes, Mr. Bolt," she said, talking for the first time in my presence. "Do you want me to demonstrate...?"

Ty shook his head. "Not today, Lynn. I'm sure Sierra will be glad to find it out herself, while you prepare yourself for her."

"It'll be a pleasure," I purred as the swallow moved away from my sopping sex. I was sure I wasn't going to be left hanging for long. With a bit of difficulty, I got up on my knees and crawled towards Ty, my raised tail swaying and my boobs quaking. I gave my lips a theatrical lick as I stopped before him. At eight inches or so, Ty's dick was nowhere near the biggest I'd handled, but it was nicely thick and he was obviously proud of it.

As I nudged his semi-hard shaft with my chin, I heard Lynn squeak behind me; a quick glance back showed the swallow standing with her legs apart, twisting the large, pink silicone cock jutting from her pussy to a better angle. I recognized the largest Feeldoe model, and knew that I wouldn't be denied my pleasure for long!

Satisfied with the situation, I turned my full attention back to Ty and his cock. It was an interesting challenge without the use of my hands. I nuzzled the dark green tip with my nose and gave it a quick little lick. "I'm sure you'll be completely satisfied with my... presentation," I joked, giving him my best smoldering look before I started to work him all over. I licked his heavy, hairless testicles, rolling them in my mouth, before moving up the stiffening pole of his cock with slow, wet licks. I curled my tongue around his crown, tasting the reptilian musk of his precum before sliding him fully into my muzzle. He was now completely hard, filling my mouth nicely.

I felt Lynn kick my feet further apart and grab the base of my tail roughly. I let out a yelp, muffled by the gator's cock in my mouth, when she sunk most of the big dildo into my cunt with a single, fast thrust. The swallow girl fucking me from behind made it hard to concentrate on the blowjob I was giving, but the thought of all the money riding on it helped.

Ty groaned happily as I sucked on his cock, alternating between quick, shallow bobs of my head and moments of slower suckling and licking. I was purring, now, my pussy tingling with mounting pleasure as Lynn hammered the silicone dick deep into me. My orgasm was sudden and intense, my cunt clenching tight around the dildo; she moaned as the toy twisted and tugged at her G-spot.

Through my haze of pleasure, I felt Ty's large, strong hands gripping my head. At least he had the courtesy to not tug at my ears, I thought as he forced me down on his cock, pushing my nose against the leathery skin of his abdomen. I gagged momentarily, feeling his shaft pressing against the back of my throat, before I got myself under control.

The discreet buzz of an executive speakerphone made the three of us freeze for half a second. With a sigh, Ty pressed a button in his remote. "What is it, Mrs. Woolcott?" he asked, nothing but a hint of strain in his voice suggesting that he was being deep-throated as he spoke.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your meeting, sir," the secretary said, sounding even more bleating and apologetic than before. "Mr. Krause is calling; he says it is extremely urgent."

My ears perked up at the sound of the name. I'd beaten Larry Krause's consortium fair and square for the permits, and hadn't expected him to cause more trouble so soon. With Ty's dick filling my muzzle and his hands pinning my head in place, all I could do was to groan and blink furiously at him.

The gator smiled and scratched one of my ears before speaking. "Tell Larry that I'm busy with Ms. Hewes, and put him on hold." He cut the line in the middle of the secretary's surprised reply and turned his attention back to me.

Lynn had been fucking me throughout the interruption, and her thrusts were now coming faster and faster. Soon enough, she jammed herself against my behind one last time, squeezing my tail painfully tight as she cried out in the throes of her own climax. Ty was only moments from cumming, too, grunting loudly as he pumped his cock into my muzzle and throat. Then he exploded in my mouth, filling it with gush after gush of hot, salty gator cum. For a moment I was too busy swallowing to pay attention to anything else; he must have been backed up! Finally, the flood passed, and he let go of me.

I pulled my muzzle away from his cock and drew a ragged breath, letting a trickle of cum ooze out of the corner of my mouth. "That was an intense finish," I whispered hoarsely as I smacked and licked my lips, giving him a good show.

"Oh, I'm not finished with you, not yet," Bolt said with a smug grin. "When I spoke about you putting your ass on the line, I meant it literally." I shivered as Lynn withdrew from me, the curve of the Feeldoe dragging tauntingly along my sex as she stood up. I was glad to get up, myself; my knees were starting to ache.

I walked alongside Ty as he wheeled through the apartment, past the office and a living room area to the other end of the great room, where a series of movable screens separated a bedroom from the rest. Lynn followed us quietly, never removing the double-curved silicone toy from her slit.

The gator swung himself easily from the wheelchair onto the bed; I now understood better why he had built his upper body up the way he had. He did not hesitate even momentarily when he took off his gym pants, revealing his thin, useless legs and limply hanging tail.

Made clumsy by my bound hands, I followed him onto the bed, letting my bound, heavily hanging breasts brush against his dick. I felt him stir, and smiled; this was something his flat-chested little assistant couldn't offer him. He recovered quickly, as I rubbed his slick cock with my massive tits, and was soon back to full hardness. "Now, what were you saying about my ass?" I asked, curling my tail between my legs to tease his scrotum.

He replied by taking a firm grip of me, and pulling me against his broad, leathery chest. I felt his cock drag against my belly fur, until it was poised at the entrance of my cunt. "Eager, Sierra? Don't worry, you won't be neglected," Ty said as he pushed me down. I twisted my hips slightly, deftly catching his cock and letting it slide deep into my hot, moist sex. He was slightly bigger than Lynn's dildo, but more importantly he was flesh and blood... just what I wanted, what I needed.

As I started to ride in his lap, my breasts bouncing with every downward thrust, I felt the bed beneath us quake as Lynn climbed on it. Her slim fingers gripped my behind strongly, spreading my buttocks as the tip of the dildo, cool and slick with lube, pressed against my sphincter.

I gasped as I felt the silicone toy push into my rear, rubbing against the gator cock in my pussy through the thin wall of flesh. Slowly at first, the swallow began to fuck my ass, timing her thrusts with my movements so as to give her employer as much enjoyment as possible.

It was a long time since I'd been last double-teamed like this. I usually prefer just one lover, giving me his or her undivided attention, but the delicious feeling of having both of my holes filled at the same time was making me wild!

This time, it was Lynn who came first. I felt her juices gush out to splatter my behind with each of her shaky thrusts. I was feeling close as well, and groaned in disappointment when Ty forced me off his cock and turned me around, aiming his cock for my ass. Between my own juices and the lube Lynn had used, he had no difficulties pushing straight in.

While I was still adjusting to the warm, throbbing shaft in my rear, the swallow gripped my head with her strong little fingers. Before I realized what was going on, she had forced my mouth open and slipped a ring gag into it. "Ah-mm-haaah ah yaah ah-ahn?" I managed.

"Thank you, Lynn," Ty said behind me. "Yes, I'll take Mr. Krause now, Mrs. Woolcott."

Surprised, I twisted to look back, and saw that the gator had put on a phone headset. He merely smiled at my furious protests, turned into impotent moans by the gag in my mouth. Then the swallow forced me to turn back to her, and pushed her wet, wide-open sex against my muzzle.

Pinned between the gator and the swallow, gagged and with my hands bound, I was helpless. All I could do was listen Ty joke and talk business with the damned bastard Krause while he buggered me and his little bondage bird ground her pussy into my face.

The smell and taste of Lynn's cunt filling my muzzle, the hard heat of the cock reaming my ass, the insistent rubbing of my pussy and nipples against the slick, sex-sodden satin sheets as I squirmed with humiliation and frustrated pleasure... it maddened me, kept me tantalizingly close to release even as I tried to focus on what Ty was saying.

He was pulling me harder against his body and I knew we were close to finish... in every sense of the word. "I'm sure you see, my point Larry... Yes, I understand. ... No, I don't think so. ... Mmmph... I'm sorry, but I'm going to go with Ms. Hewes. She -ahh - has my full support and cooperation."

Those were the magic words. The knowledge that I had secured Ty's financing, that my project was going ahead, pushed me over the edge. My pussy and ass clenched rhythmically as the sweetest orgasm I'd had in a long, long time exploded in my loins, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me even as the gator shot another massive load into me. I think I may have fainted for a few seconds. I know that I screamed.

Afterwards, Lynn guided me to Ty's luxurious guest showers, all cool and businesslike again even as she unwrapped me, checking that there were no rope burns or chafing marks anywhere on my body. When she had finished, I expected her to leave to get my clothes, but instead she stopped at the door.

"So, are you satisfied now that you fucked Mr. Bolt into signing the deal?" she asked, disdain dripping in her voice. "That you got your way in the end, even if you had to give up your dignity? Was getting fucked in the ass like that worth those however many million bucks, Sierra?"

I looked at the bird, genuinely surprised for the first time today. With all of her obvious loyalty, I would have thought she had a better opinion on her employer! "If you have to ask that, you would not understand," I simply said. When she closed the door behind her, I started to laugh. Did the girl really think that I had seduced Bolt into investing in my project? I knew the gator had made his decision before my jet had even landed at Houston! All I had done was to force him to reveal it.

Still chuckling, I started to wash away the sweat and gator cum from my fur. I had enjoyed the set-up and the sex just as much as Bolt, but now we had a deal to sign!