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The following is my way too long first attempt at a graphic novel. Future chapters will be put up as time permits. All characters are copyright J. O. Marquez 2008. Redistribution is permitted without alteration. This chapter contains several detailed fetishes and is not for the faint of heart. That said. . .enjoy!

UPDATE: My appologies to those who had to bear with having no tabs or line breaks. I'm still new to using this posting interface.

"Good afternoon, Spencer and Marx Consulting; this is Clarice speaking, how may I direct your call?" Jingled the red-haired vixen, flipping her hair to one side as a nervous looking brunette marten in a very dressy skirt-suit came in past the office's thick glass door. "Yes Mister Donaldson, we do offer discounted rates for persons of your entitlements. Mmmhmm," the vixen gave the younger woman a warm smile and waved her to come in, "All right then sir, have a great day. We look forward to doing business with you."

For a fleeting moment the receptionist wondered if she knew her from somewhere, but never gave it a second thought. The shy girl's clicking heels drew her eyes for a moment to the tiled floor she was now walking on, a chill swept past her as she made her way to the waiting chairs in the lobby. Her eyes wandered about looking at the decor of the office. A few sparse pictures of various flowering plants illuminated by a spotlight to accentuate the living sample standing on its glimmering chrome altar; this was all that broke the monotony of the flat white walls surrounding the desk and smaller waiting area. It was simple, but somehow elegant all at once.

"Miss Ayers?" Asked the receptionist snapping the newcomer's attention.

"Actually it's Mayers, Linda Mayers," Came the timid voice.

"Oh, I'm sorry ma'am, there must have been a glitch in the system. You're a few minutes early for your appointment. I'll let Mr. Spencer know you're here, and please, help yourself to something to drink," Her voice was crisp face to face as it was on the phone, but she couldn't help but notice that the receptionist was looking her over as many others have done before. Few people ever realize just how much a burden good natural looks can be. How she longed that people would take her seriously for her mind as much as they did her body, but she knew that was as much a fantasy as how some women wished they had her looks. In her opinion, they could have them. Then again, one would wonder what she was doing here in the first place.

"Thanks for the offer. Clarice, is it?"

"Yes, and you're welcome," she turned to the intercom and announced her arrival to Mr. Spencer.

"Good, good . . . Please tell Miss Mayers that I will be ready for her in a few moments, Clarice," the voice was very deep and obviously masculine, sounding like a very large canine. Linda's tail began switching from side to side nervously as she went to the table that had been pointed out and got herself a cup have of cold water.

"Of course, sir," Clarice grinned as she released the intercom and turned her attentions to Linda, "Mr. Spencer sounds excited to see you ma'am. What business do you have with this firm, if I may ask?" Clarice knew the intent of her visit but she took a degree of toying with clients. In her defense it was the only fun she had with the clients outside of closed doors.

"Ummm . . .," Linda fished for the words as she made it back to the chair, "I'm here for a joint venture in the entertainment business," she raised the cup, sipping from it quietly as the last words made their way from her mouth. Though it would have been impossible for anyone to tell she was blushing brightly beneath her golden tan fur, she still felt the need to cover her face to hide her embarrassment. Clarice smirked to herself, she would indeed prove to be one of the firm's better 'clients'.

The handle to the door separating the main office from the reception room clacked as it turned; a large wolf in a grey three-piece pinstripe suit opened the door and gave Linda a predatory toothy grin. Linda looked over the mammoth being before them, the hairs on her tail were on end and resembling a poofy bottlebrush.

"Mr. Spencer is ready to see you Miss Mayers, and don't worry, he doesn't bite unless you ask him real nice," added Clarice with a wink. Dumbfounded Linda shook her head after realizing the alarm she was giving off with her tail. Quickly she straightened herself out and made her way to the door. Clarice gave her a final grin as she walked past the desk. Linda turned back to Mr. Spencer who had his right paw outstretched to her while his left kept a firm grip on the door handle. Linda smirked as the thought of the wolf holding the door to keep it from getting away flashed past her mind. In proper courtesy she offered her fingers to the wolf who gave her paw a single gentle but firm shake before leading her through the door and shutting it behind her.

"Now Miss Mayers . . .," Mr. Spencer started.

"Please, call me Linda, sir," she interrupted now feeling more herself without the stray pair of eyes on her.

"Well then, you can call me Stan, or Stanley, Linda," mused Stan.

"Stanley 'The Hammer' Spencer?"

"So, you know who I am after all, don't you?" chuckled Stan as he handed Linda a glass of red wine.

"Your receptionist . . . She's your wife?" Linda quietly drank the offering, its tart taste making her wince a little. 'Cheap red wine,' she thought, 'Good for two things, but I like the former more than the latter.'

"Smart girl! Yes, Marx is her maiden name. And what exactly is a girl like you doing here, other than the obvious?" Stan leered at Linda, undressing her with lecherous eyes.

"Well . . . ," she shied taking another large sip from the nearly empty glass," I have some debts that have become a hassle since I started grad school. There's only so much I could get in the way of work before the bosses all became creeps and wanted to get under my skirt." Again she blushed and polished off the glass in mild surprise to the large wolf.

"I'm sure someone in the psychology field has a perfectly good explanation for you coming here," he mused, "Now then, let's have a good look at you. Turn please." With gratitude for the cheap booze's ability to diminish her inhibitions so quickly she obeyed his command, twirling about on her left toe letting the skirt ride up a little giving him a tease of her panties. "Very nice, now face me, heels together, knees locked and bend at the waist. But please keep looking up at me." Feeling bolder with each passing moment she smiled and complied with his order, giving him a good look at her ample bust that nearly poured out of her blazer. She was not surprised to find him holding a camera to capture her. For added effect she pouted her lips and gave the camera a seductive glare. "Mmm, lovely . . . Are you sure you haven't done this before?" She simply shook her head, letting her hair ruffle about. "Now, before we go any further, you are here of your own free will and are aware of how far this will go, yes?"

"Hmm?" She stood up, "In other words I know that this just foreplay and you want to fuck me. Is that about it? I really do hate that legal mumbo-jumbo."

"A brain and a filthy mouth!" He roared, "You're just waiting to get your cock-hungry lips on my meat aren't you? You dirty slut."

"Well that depends . . . ," she began walking slowly to him accentuating her movements as she let go of her last care; her hips swaying heavily, her tail switching slowly, and her shoulders back in a sultry gait of seduction.

"Depends on what?" Stan's sheath stirred and began thickening visibly under his slacks. Linda noticed her effect on him and smiled as she backed the wolf onto his own desk before teasing him. Linda traced a single finger sensually downward from his shoulder to his thigh. Her spellbinding eyes with their seductive glare magnified her touch as she slowly licked her lips before unabashedly grabbing his cock with primal desire through his clothes.

"If this is all being recorded and if your wife is going to be sitting in the reception room masturbating to what we're about to do," she motioned to the camera in the corner of the room as she gave the trapped erect flesh another firm squeeze that ushered a small dark patch to appear on his trousers. Stan's ears perked up; rarely did his clients notice the camera. "I'll take that as a 'yes'," breathed Linda into Stan's ear, gaining a pleased groan as she gave his dick another squeeze, making the spot grow. Stan fumbled about the desk with one paw for a button, after a moment he found it and pressed it; without turning away he called.

"Clarice, can you come in? I think this one is going to require the two of us. Oh, and make sure to lock the front door, we don't need another near incident today." Clarice giggled on the other side as she took off her headset. Through the door could be heard the sound of her heels clicking as she walked to the main doors, a clack as she locked them, a soft whoosh as the blinds were lowered, and then a zipper. The sound of the zippercaught Linda's ear, she relaxed her grip on Stan looked down at his trousers which were still zipped up and his face sported a know-it-all grin to match. Shortly after, the very busty vixen came through the door wearing a minimally covering crotch-less leather teddy, thigh-high stiletto boots, and arm-length leather gloves, though they looked more like gauntlets for who knows what, all in the same matte shade of black; the only contrast was the bright red quip tucked into her tall boot. As quiet as a whisper she shut the door behind, locked it, took the key out of the lock, and tucked it between her breasts.

"Honestly Stan, you can't handle a girl with glasses can you? Every time," she exasperated, pulling out the riding crop. She walked towards Linda smacking the crop across her palm, "one of these types comes around you just lose it. I think you still have a crush on that teacher of yours." Linda was in slight shock, what she remembered seeing as a very candid and proper looking woman tending the reception desk, but now standing before her in such skimpy leather attire was a dominatrix fit to do unspeakable indecent acts. For some inexplicable reason her whole attention was now diverted to Clarice as she looked on at her as others did her. Linda had experimented with other girls in her early college days, but none of them quite satisfied her inner desires and had since stuck to the men who proved to be just as much a disappointment. However, the woman that just came through the door captivated her in ways that had never crossed her mind. For the life of her she could not help but feel vulnerable at the hands of this vixen. It was then at that instant she knew she was in more for than what she had bargained for.

"Well? Are you just going to stand there an stare at my beautiful wife or did you forget what you came here for?" Linda felt something tug at her tail firmly and nearly toppled backwards but was caught up in Stan's arms.

"Honey, don't frighten the poor thing. That's my job," Clarice garnished wickedly, pulling a wide-eyed Linda into her arm, nose to nose.

"You pompous bitch; you always get to have all the fun, this one's mine," chuckled Stan heartily as he pulled the now living puppet back into his burly arms. Clarice sneered at her husband's playful name calling.

"Fine, but I'll take her part out on you," Clarice wedged herself between him and Linda, whispering into his ear loud enough for Linda to hear, "Who knows, I might even let you cum this time." Linda saw her grab Stan's sheath, giving it a firm squeeze that made her leather glove creak, and the surprised wolf wince and grip Linda tighter. Whatever it was she was talking about, it was obviously unpleasant, at the very least they gave a convincing act to make her to think so. She did find it amusing to hear such a large canine whimper at the words of a much smaller female in what could scarcely be called clothes by any stretch of the imagination.

"You and your promises . . . One of these days I'll find a way to show you how it feels to be teased like that," he mumbled back, easing up his grip on Linda.

"Is that so?" She laughed back, "I'm not sure how you plan to do that so long," Clarice drew her gloved fingers over her nether regions, letting two of them dip into her damp folds, drawing a soft yip from her as they became covered with her fragrant nectar, "as I'm the one with a pussy." She held up her slicked fingers before her husband's nose and wiping one across it before suckling on them to taste herself. Poor Linda's head was spinning, she wasn't sure any-more if this was all part of an act or their idea of foreplay. Clarice clasped her hands onto Linda's arms and reeled her back, away from Stan. "Stan, be a good boy and bring in the supplies from the next room while," Clarice smoothed the lapel of Linda's blazer down to the buttons, and started undoing them one at a time, "I make our 'guest' comfortable."

"Yes ma'am," grumbled Stan as he left the perch of his desk and exited to the anteroom to fetch the supplies in question.

"Well, now that we have the 'man' out of the room," Clarice easily slid the blazer off Linda's shoulders, letting it fall behind her. Linda was putty in the hands of this strange woman whom she scarcely knew, but her commanding presence made it so easy to submit to her every whim despite her otherwise strong will. "We can get you into more appropriate attire," Linda's thin sky blue blouse let her feel her every touch as the vixenslowly caressed her bust. Daintily Clarice traced the edge of her bra and slipped her gloved paw into her blouse to give her breasts an even firmer grope. "My, it sure didn't take much to get you under my control," Clarice cackled," Well honey, don't you talk? I know you have a tongue in that pretty muzzle of yours. You will be needing it soon." Simultaneously Clarice palmed her face as she teased Linda with the other fishing its way up the hem of her skirt, drifting past her wet panties, making her feel weak in the knees as the sensation rode through her.

"Mmm . . . mistress hasn't given me permission to speak," stammered Linda nervously as she fought to keep herself upright at the teasing of the leather clad matron before her. Stan was just out of sight enjoying the show as his wife warmed up her prey. Not to his own fault, before him were two very beautiful women playing with each other in an undoubtedly sexual manner; every straight man's fantasy. No one would have known of his presence had it not been for his meat slapping in his paw; a noise his wife easily recognized, but Linda just dismissed.

"Oooh, obedient and mannered! I won't have to waste time breaking you in. But I am going to have to punish you for not telling me you were already trained."

"Yes Mistress, what is your command?"

"First," Clarice grabbed her husband's belt that he 'forgot' on the desk, and gave Linda a light, but smart crack across her hindquarters, "call me Clarice. I don't like 'Mistress'. I want to play with my new toy, not make a slave of it. Second, off with that blouse. And while you're at it," Clarice waved her paw dismissingly at Linda," The rest of those clothes can go too." Linda smiled weakly at the notion of how she was being 'asked' to do things, she had become so accustomed to much stricter men that she couldn't truly appreciate this vastly different approach. She made sure to make a little show of it while she had the chance; quietly she hummed one of her favorite tunes as she striped for Clarice, every little piece of her dress given the utmost of attention and done in the most provocative manner possible, from her berets to her panties which came off last, nothing was any less important than the other. She had kept her eyes closed for the entire strip-show that she had not noticed Stan re-enter the room. As she closed the song dropping off her last shred of clothes, her eyes flew open to the sound of heavy paws clapping.

"Bravo . . . bravo, very nice Linda. Are you sure you haven't worked a strip joint before?" Growled Stan in a pleased tone as he set down a large handbag with a thud. Linda froze, her fur prickling on end as she reflexively covered her self as best she could.

"Oh Stan," clicked Clarice, "Now look what you've gone and done . . . Just a moment deary." Clarice walked to the seated form of Stan and reached down fishing for something hidden by the desk as Linda came back to her senses and relaxed a bit, unconsciously striking a pose.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Damn it!" Cried out Stan as Clarice forced him out of the chair by his engorged wolf-cock, "That's my fucking dick, not a handle, woman!" Clarice shot him back a glance that could make snow fall in Death Valley in the middle of July. Immediately he shrank back, pouting like a child before taking a seat again, this time on top of the desk.

"Now, where were we?" Clarice tapped her chin for effect before snapping her fingers, "Ah, yes, now I remember! Linda, you like to suck on a good hard, hot cock, don't you?" Linda nodded smiled as she dropped down to all fours and crawled her way over to Stan like a feral animal; giving him a hungry glare while her tail switched in time with her hips as she inched closer and closer to her waiting prize. Linda blinked at the immense size of the prick before her as she saw its raw form for the first time. She was hungry for it, there was no denying it, and the heat it was giving off was making her mouth water. She took a long slow sniff, picking out the musky scent that drove her wild. Linda closed her paw around his meat, making Stan moan as her soft grasp made him throb and begin to ooze pre. "Excuse me!" Clarice's voice pierced the silence, "Did I tell you to jerk him off, Linda? And Stan, what do you think you're doing dripping all over her pretty paws? She's not yours, yet."

"That's it woman! If I can't have her, I'll just take you now!" Stan bumbled his way to his wife who was fishing around the bag. Clarice smiled at him as she felt she had found what she was looking for in the bag.

"Tisk, tisk . . . You never do learn, do you honey?" she pulled out a strap-on harness from the bag that bore a familiar looking blue dong attached to it. Linda eyed the toy, then Stan, and the toy again in disbelief. If not for the color, she would have sworn Clarice was holding Stan's cock! "Be careful then honey, as I seem to recall you fall asleep after you cum, and then I'll have my fun with you." Stan whimpered and curled his tail between his legs in fear. Normally he enjoyed some of their more deviant activities, but when she used it as punishment, she made sure he had no fun. "Good boy, now, sit!" Like an obedient dog he took his seat once more. "Linda dear," she helped her to her feet as she held the strap-on against her left arm, standing nose to nose, "have you ever been with another woman before?"

"Not really," she replied unsure, "I messed around with some of the girls in my college, but I never did go anywhere . . ."

"So you've tasted another woman?" Clarice soothed, her right paw running up and down Linda's back.

"Yes ma'am." Linda moaned, Clarice's gentle strokes made her fur tingle as her claws wisped across her back

"Mmmm, this is going to be fun after all," Clarice released Linda and wagged the dildo in her hand at Stan, "And don't you DARE touch your dick you bad dog, you're going to sit there and watch EVERYTHING." She dispatched the ersatz phallus over her shoulder as she pulled Linda close to her, their breasts pressing together. Linda closed her eyes as she moved in closer and closer at teasingly slow pace until their lips met. The two women intermingled their lips, never parting, as they took their place. Clarice braced her new lover, holding her up as Linda draped her arms over the vixen's shoulders. Seeing the two women, their eyes closed, before him entranced with one another, Stan tried to sneak in a rub or two. Just as soon as he had reached a slow steady rhythm Clarice peeked at him. Like a child that got caught by its mother with their paw in the cookie jar, Stan whisked his hand away and put it behind himself. Clarice smirked at him noticing the copious pre dribbling down and all over his cock making it shimmer under the lights. "Excuse me for a moment sweetie, this pup doesn't seem to know what 'no' means." She made no pretenses as she palmed his cock and wiped a glob of his pre from the tip. "What is this?" Her voice was icy but still playful as she wagged the pre-tipped finger before his eyes, "Didn't I say no touching your dick?" With her other hand she clamped his muzzle and jammed the pre-tipped finger into it, "LICK!" Obediently Stan licked his leavings off his wife's glove, but then gave Clarice a 'surprise' when he began to suckle it for more. It wasn't too long ago that she got the real shock of finding out that her husband enjoyed the taste of his own cum. She had finished sucking him off and decided to play a trick on him. She had not swallowed and gave him his load right back when she kissed him. It certainly threw her for a loop when he didn't reject, even more when his tongue went fishing in her mouth for all the remains, but now it was just another one of their tricks they played with the clientele.

"You dirty whore! You like man cum too!" She played out. Linda just stood there watching and slowly rubbing herself, she often fantasized about watching two men sucking each other off, much like most of the boys fantasized about watching her with another woman. She chuckled quietly to herself as she tough about how everyone she knew had some sort of gay fetish.

Linda walked up behind Clarice after a moment and wrapped her arms about the vixen's waist and whispered into her ear, "I'm waiting for you, Clarice," her right paw moved quickly down below Clarice's waist, straight to her sex and began stroking her clit as she licked and nibbled on her neck.

Clarice shuddered, "I'll finish with you later, Dog," she reached back, stroking her paw through Linda's fur, "You're hungry for some pussy after all, huh?" She held on to Linda's short sassy hair as she turned around to plant another full-bodied kiss on her before pushing her to her knees onto the shaggy carpet. Linda looked up into Clarice's amber eyes with a pleading glint. "You don't have to beg for it hon," Clarice straddled Linda, poising her glistening sex in front of her nose. Linda reached up to cup Clarice's firm butt in her hands as she raised her head and began lapping gently at the outer folds of Clarice's pussy, collecting the dripping dew from her. Even though Linda had a good handle on her she felt weakened by the invading tongue and leaned back to prop herself up with her arms off the desk, pushing her pussy into Linda's face even more. Linda continued to lap eagerly at the moist prize before her, nuzzling at Clarice's clit with her short muzzle, her scent becoming the only thing she could detect. Clarice could tell Linda lacked experience, but more than made up for it in technique as her short raspy tongue made her sing out in piercing yips and howls of pure bliss. Clarice was practically gushing all over Linda now from all the small orgasms she was pulling from her, her sweet and sharp taste was reward enough for her. Linda jammed her tongue as deep as she could into her lover, making Clarice stiffen go silent for a moment as a violent tremor shook trough her. This was it; this was the goal of all her efforts. A deafening shriek came from Clarice as the dam finally broke, she gushed all over Linda's face, soaking her and dripping onto the floor. Her rapid, shallow panting slowly began to subside until she wascoherent once more. "Goodness sweetie! That's the best tongue-lashing I've had in ages," Clarice dismounted Linda and helped her off the floor as her juices dripped off her face. "Oooh, looks like you even saved some for me," she giggled, licking her playmate's face clean.

Their cleansing, which included numerous lingual battles, continued for several minutes until a pronounced 'AHEM' brought them out of their lull. Stan just sat looking at them intently, dripping cock and all.

"Do you think you'll need any help with that naughty puppy, Clarice?" asked Linda coyly. She thought of her new friend tying up her husband and pegged him good and hard with the clone cock strap-on.

"What do you have in mind, dear?" she grinned wickedly at her husband as Linda described the scene in torrid detail, the wolf looking a bit uncomfortable over some of the details. "I'm sure he'd love that, but for now you're still my pet and he needs to be serviced as well as you did me." Clarice gave her a good smack across her bare ass, ushering her to her waiting husband who was sporting a very toothy predatory grin.

"Hmmm, if you're any good at sucking cock as you are eating my wife's pussy I just might give you a break when I finally get down to fucking your pretty ass. Kneel, bitch!" growled Stan. Under any other circumstances she would have slapped the man as hard as she could across the muzzle and kick him in the jollies for calling her a bitch, but in this case it made her shiver in excitement as she leaned in to kiss the man. Stan could still smell his wife on her and grabbed Linda by the hair as he shoved his tongue down her throat without pretense and sought out any traces of his wife's taste in her mouth. His very large muzzle easily fit over hers and could very well have devoured her.

"Easy honey! She's supposed to suck you off, not be dinner!" Clarice giggled at the odd sight, one paw over her mouth, trying very hard not to laugh too loudly and kill the mood. Stan, still holding Linda by the hair, pulled his wife's pet away from his face and pushed her head down to his pungent loins with a rolling laugh that sounded like thunder deep within a cave.

"Now, let's see what you got," said Stan as he released her hair and eased back into his creaking leather office chair spreading his legs wide to display his impressive package to Linda. Subconsciously Linda licked her lips as she slowly drew in closer and closer to his loins, her eyes glazed over with lust. Growing impatient Stan sat back up and grabbed Linda by the hair again so quickly she did not know it had happened until she felt the large wolf's cock pressing past her lips and down her throat. She coughed and gagged reflexively as she drew her head back with resistance from Stan's heavy paw. Linda was only able to draw back barely enough to take a breath before finding herself pressed into his crotch so far that her nose nearly touched his belly. The cycle repeated a few more times as he fucked her face for what it was worth, filling her maw with his thick sticky pre. "Now, are you going to be a good slut and suck my cock or do I have to keep fucking your face until I cum?" His semi-serious tone made her quiver a little in fear as she realized she had been fingering herself the whole time, getting hotter and hotter from the 'abuse'. Linda simply nodded and shuffled forward, her left paw still buried in her burning honey-pot. Clarice was enjoying herself on the sidelines with a small vibrator on her clit and kneading her nipples as her husband 'raped' their pet, occasionally letting out a yip and a growl. Linda opened wide, careful not to bare her teeth as she moved down the slicked rod. With hardly and effort, much less any gagging this time, she took his whole length. To the surprise of both the wolf and the vixen she not only swallowed past the knot that had now become fully engorged, but lapped at his balls with ease as she sucked on the dick deep in her muzzle. Her throat muscles undulating in perfect timing with the suction to caress the head of his cock. This new and very effective technique had the wolf howling in orgasm sooner than anyone other that Linda expected. A hot torrent of seed flooded Linda's muzzle, it was more that she could swallow, but not by much, some of it began trickling down her chin and dripping onto her breasts. At last Linda withdrew Stan's sword and gasped loudly for air giving view of her cum-streaked muzzle.

"Well, don't you look precious with his cum all over you. Get a good look at your work dear," Clarice coaxed the nodding wolf. She gave him a couple of good shakes before giving up on her now dozing husband. "Men," she muttered chuckling at her prolapsed husband, his head to one side, tongue dangling out comically, altogether looking very peacefully smitten. Turning back to Linda she noticed she still had her hand writhing in her loins. "Up pet!" she snapped her fingers. As Linda stood up Clarice took her very damp paw and suckled it finger by finger. "Mmm, very tasty. But," Clarice slowly licked up the sticky remnants of her husband's cum off her muzzle, "I'm sure you'll agree, he doesn't taste nearly as good as me." Linda nodded and closed her eyes as hers and Clarice's mouths met in another sapphic moment. "I bet you're dying to get fucked now, aren't you? You little slut." The pleading look in Linda's dark green eyes was all the convincing she needed. She took her by the paw and lead her to the couch on the other side of the office, toting the bag of toys in her other paw. "Now get nice and comfy dear, nothing kills the mood more than being fucked in an uncomfortable position." Linda reclined into the couch raising one leg over the back and draping the other over its edge. Clarice grinned at how pornographic her pose was as she pulled a small silver bullet, no bigger than her thumb, from the bag. She could make out the small toy's soft buzzing as Clarice approached her with a devious grin. The leather-gloved vixen took her time caressing Linda's folds as she whined and moaned at her ministrations. With a satisfied look she began lapping softly over her loins, first her tail-hole, which came as a shock to Linda, with a gentle prodding. Then she dragged her raspy tongue over her labia, making her clutch the fabric of the couch. "Do you like it in the ass too, pet?" she asked, as the feeling left Linda reeling for more.

"Yes," moaned Linda, eyes still tightly shut, "I like a nice fat cock on my ass as much as I do my pussy." Groaning in lust, she worked her arm down and began tracing circles over her ring as she tweaked a nipple with the other. Clarice pulled out a smallish vibrator from her bag and handed it to Linda.

"Then let the feast begin!" Giggled Clarice as she knelt beside her pet and began plying at her mound.

Within moments she had her tongue buried in Linda's oozing hole that thrashed at the sensitive walls. Then came the bullet; the small toy buzzing on her clit was more intense than Linda expected, she squealed in ecstasy as her legs pinned Clarice's head to her loins. The vixen eagerly lapped up a fresh gush of juices as Linda rode out the first orgasm she would receive that night. Linda, still in the throes of the first wave slid the small slender vibrator into her pussy, coating it thickly with her fresh fragrant juices. With the vibrator now lubed up she began coaxing her tail-hole to take it up. It was not long before the forbidding entrance would allow the stranger entry with no complaint. Clarice watched Linda fuck her own ass curiously. Linda panted and moaned as she slowly withdrew the finger wide pink plastic toy and then thrust it back in with a twist, each thrust becoming faster and faster in a fever pitch until the buzzing pink blur had her squealing constantly. Clarice continued watching as Linda worked herself over. With her eyes shut, Linda could only feel Clarice's warm presence as her paws reached down to pinch her nipples and rocket her over the edge. Almost comically the blissful shriek of Linda's climax awoke the slumbering Stan in time to see Linda's gushing orgasm drench Clarice with girl cum. Stan bumbled on over to the two women, watching his wife lapping up Linda's offerings from her breasts and quickly becoming hard again.

"Well now," bellowed Stan scaring the two women. His wife looked at him with burning eyes as Linda clutched her for cover. Stan sniffed the air, the smell of female orgasmic juices thick in the air, "It looks like you two girls were having lots of fun while I took my nap." Stan yawned and stretched as the two women got up, looked at each other and grinned menacingly. Stan got a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach, he hew it was bad when his wife gave him that look, but knew it was going to be much worse not knowing what the other had in mind. "What are you girls up to now?" he asked as each one got a firm grip on his arms and tossed him onto the couch. Linda straddled him as soon as his ass hit the couch giving him an innocent impish grin.

"Oh nothing much, I'm just going to ride your cock while your wife fucks me in the ass with the strap-on that looks like your cock," chimed Linda as Clarice was fitting on the blue chunk of silicone. Relief washed over Stan as he heard Linda explain their enthusiasm. Linda never could figure out why, but she always became hornier after she orgasmed from anal. All she could think about at the moment was the enormous prick beneath her and she was going to go mad if she didn't sit on it and have her brains fucked out of her. Stan's dripping cock and Linda's juicy pussy made it easy for him to slide into her initially but not without eliciting delightfully painful hisses and whines from the much smaller woman. Slowly Linda pushed herself down the thickening pole as far as she could bear before leaning against Stan to let it slip out before sitting back on it to take it even further. Her hole was soon seasoned to the wolf's size, allowing her to take all but the forming knot at the base with each thrust ended in a wet slap of flesh. The sounds of unbridled passionate lust quickly filled the room as their pace reached its peak. Clarice patiently stood behind the duet of flesh until it was her turn to take her place in the trio.

"Open up Linda! Here comes the train! Choo! Choo!" Clarice giggled, and so did Linda until she was in a half snarl as the head of the plastic phallus spread her tail-hole wide open. It took a few slow, shallow thrusts before Linda was able to take the rubber cock as easily as a real one in her pussy despite it being slathered in lube in the first place, not that Stan minded one bit as his prick was still buried deep in her hot cunt. Slowly Stan and Clarice began pumping in opposition, building speed again with each thrust. Though unable to get the whole toy into Linda's ass, she was quite surprised by how much of it she was still able to take with her husband's penis shoved so deeply into her cunt. A convulsing Linda was in a nearly constant state of orgasm as her pussy drooled constantly onto Stan's lap. She was so far gone from reality that she would have sworn she had died cumming a while ago but was too far-gone to have cared either way. Her eyes screwed up as ecstatic tears streamed, her maw remained agape in rabid lust. Then it happed, Stan thrust one more time, and plunged his cock completely into Linda, knot and all. A hiss was the only rapport she made to him. Then just as she was recovering from being stretched so far she felt another thrust, this one significantly more painful; this time up her ass, Clarice followed her husband's suit and filled Linda with two full wolf cocks into her willing holes. Stan, though, was still thrusting lightly until he came howling for a second time, filling Linda's deepest recesses with white-hot seed and making the two women deaf for the time being. Exhausted from such a hard fuck Linda slumped onto the again sleeping wolf for a few moments from the most exhausting fuck of her life, feeling an uncomfortable tugging at her back door.

"Oh, so you didn't die after all," chuckled Clarice, "for a moment there I thought one of us might have impaled you a little too hard." With a grunt Linda's ass finally released Clarice's strap-on cock. The chilly office air making her shiver as it hit the exposed sensitive inner flesh. She was very much sore, but a good kind of sore, she thought, as rocked her cock filled hips as smile escaped her. "Heh, well it looks like you enjoyed it rough anyways." Clarice doffed the harness and watched it jiggle as it hit the floor before moving close to Linda and rubbing her shoulders. "I have to say, you're the most fun I've had in a very long time," Clarice slowly licked Linda from the shoulder to her cheek before nibbling on her ear. Stan stirred under Linda, his knot was starting to shrink down and would soon be free, but for now she was a pretty decoration attached to his loins and at the mercy of Clarice. "I know it's not professional for me to be doing this, but please come back and see me soon. Outside of business hours," Clarice clutched Linda as if she could get away from her as she rested her chin on Linda's shoulder. Linda was a little confused, she wasn't sure if Clarice was coming onto her or if this was just another proposition to come back for more. Admittedly coming back for more would earn her more money, but the thought of this woman wanting to be her lover gave her a warm feeling that she hadn't felt in much too long. Linda's silent reverie would be short lived as the wolf beneath her began to stir once more and turned to his side pulling his cock from her. His knot was still not completely deflated when it yanked itself free. Linda issued an uncomfortable and pained hiss as it slid out and let the contents that were previously trapped now dribble freely down her leg. Clarice blinked at the copious amounts of cum dripping from her for several moments as she got another wicked and twisted idea. "Sweetie, why don't you help me roll him onto his back and you sit on his face," she leaned closer and whispered, not that she needed to, " I'm sure you'll like how his tongue feels, and he'll like the taste of his cum with your juices." The thought of the sleeping wolf eating her out after having fucked her amused her, they rolled Stan back onto his back careful not to wake the slumbering form. It didn't take much effort as Stan flopped back onto his back in mid roll. His head was held up by the back of the couch in a position a person who was awake would find fairly uncomfortable, but the perfect position for Linda to pin him as she squatted over his chest and brought her well used mound up to his nose. The large wolf whined and whimpered as the smell of sex filled his nose. It wasn't long before his tongue timidly began to lap at Linda who then began to moan and writhe as well, grinding her pussy into the wolf's muzzle and quickly soaking it. The slumbering beast continued his feast in his sleep and began thrusting his long, hot tongue deeper and deeper into Linda's flesh, so much so that one of his lashings threw her off balance and began to flail much to Clarice's amusement. But before she could lose her balance the sleeping wolf reached up and grabbed both her cheeks firmly and pulled her lap back onto his face, nearly inserting his snout into her seasoned hole. She leaned in and held tight to Stan's head as his body continued its labor in his sleep until he had licked Linda clean and then some. A now orgasm dizzy Linda wobbly dismounted Stan and collapsed onto the soft plush carpet in a panting heap.

Clarice stood over Linda calling to her grinning, "So, did he clean you up nice and good?"

"Oh God," Linda sighed, "He sure does have a good tongue." Linda clutched her chest pinching a nipple, "If he didn't fall asleep every time he came, he would be the perfect stud." The two women giggled as Stan slowly awoke yawning wide enough to see every last one of his pointy teeth. Blinking and scratching a phantom itch on his chest Stan smacked his mouth loudly wondering what the strange taste in his mouth was and how it got there. Feeling something grainy in his mouth he wiped his tongue over the palm his paw, finding a short coarse hair now resting in it. He eyed it suspiciously, the alien hair was not his wife's characteristic fiery amber colored hairs, this one was much darker. The two women giggled loudly at the wolf's inspection of the hair enough to get his attention. He noticed that Clarice was still well clad in her leather attire which only covered her damp crotch, Linda however was sprawled out, fur as high as her belly and as low as half way down her thighs was damp and matted. The absence of dampness on Clarice's muzzle finally made something click. The two women could see the gears turning in his mind and then his ears perking up as he figured it out.

"So was I any good Linda?" Stan grunted as he sat up onto the couch rubbing the back of his oddly sore neck. "From the look of how you're just lying there I'd say I was," he added smugly as he got up turning his head from side to side as it cracked and popped before regarding to the two girls. The girls giggled and eww'ed as Stan's neck made such alien noises before Clarice started walked towards Stan, grabbed his tie, and pulled him nose to nose.

"You know hon, there's one more thing I'd like to do tonight that we haven't done in a very, very long time," Clarice grinned mischievously with a light cackle in her voice. Stan swallowed hard wondering just how long she would plan to carry it out this time.

"Tonight?" grimaced Stan, his tail drooping down and curling up under his legs.

"Mmm-hmm, I'm going to dress you up." Clarice tugged the trembling canine by his tie over to the desk. Linda cocked her head at the couple that were acting as if she wasn't even there. Eventually she decided to get up and see what exactly those two were up to. Hearing Linda's steps, Clarice peered over her husband's shoulder and called out to her, "Oh Linda dear, I'm just going to teach this bad Dog his lesson. You don't have to help, but you're more than welcome to if you want." Linda, still too confused about what was going on just made herself comfortable in the soft leather chair nearby. She smiled to herself as she noticed the rivet studs in the seat's cushion and how nice and cool they felt on her naked body. Clarice's long bushy tail switched slowly in mid air as the other half of her body rummaged behind the desk, after a moment of searching her head popped up like a gopher out of its burrow. Knowing better than to resist, Stan just stood where Clarice left him as she got what she needed.

Folded neatly in her arm appeared to be clothing of sorts and in hand was very distinct and narrow corset. At first Linda thought the corset was for Clarice, but what came next was like nothing she had ever seen before. She had figured Stan to be a very dominant type, but when it came to the games he and his wife played it became very obvious it was Clarice who wore the pants, in more ways than one, as she would soon find out. Clarice made quick work of his remaining clothes, littering the floor haplessly with them.

"Turn around and quit whining Stan," Clarice ticked as she closed the busk of the corset, spun around to his back and began tightening the laces, "Honestly, I think I married a pup some days." Stan remained silent as she drew the laces tighter and tighter, slowly sliming his waistline into a very feminine hourglass shape. With a body as burly as Stan, Linda could only imagine how difficult it must be for him to breath at the moment. By the time she was finished, Stan's waist was nearly half what it was. "Mmm, now doesn't that look delicious!" Clarice was eying her husband in the corset like a piece of meat with every passing moment. "Linda, sweetie, I want your opinion. With a waist as narrow as this," she tugged one last time at the laces before tying them, "do you think this looks more like a girl or a boy?" Clarice winked at Linda who quickly caught onto the intent. Linda continued to play along as she walked towards Stan, eying him up and down as she hmm'ed audibly.

"I think this is a naughty girl," taunted Linda as she groped his thigh and began running her hand up to his crotch , "one that likes to tease the boys and then let them fuck her brains out." In mock surprise she cried out, "Clarice! This girl has boy bits!" Trying to stifle a giggle Clarice gasped loudly.

"My goodness! That will simply not do! No, no, no! Quick, get me a bra and some nice squishy boobs!"

"These?" grinned Linda as she groped Clarice's bust.

"No silly, the ones by the desk," she stuck her tongue out at her as she playfully swatted Linda's hands away. Linda padded over to the desk and saw a large white box next to it labeled 'Christy', naturally curious she picked it up and peered at the contents inside. There in the box were two silicone medical breast forms with the heft to match their size. She guessed them to be a good D size, very fitting for someone as big as Stan. She looked over the desk and found a very soft red and black satin bra with frilly lace trim. After gazing at it wondrously and wishing she had one herself she handed the box with the bra atop it to Clarice. "Thanks sweetie."

"Is this girl's name Christy?" [Reader's note: When characters are playing in context as another, appropriate pronouns are used for secondary character gender]

"Hmm?" She looked back at Linda and then the box as she was placing the bra on Stan, "Oh, yes, that's her name alright. Quite fitting of a slut as she is, you'll see." As soon as Stan had his arms through the bra Clarice deftly assembled the fasteners behind her back without looking. She stepped back looking at the sad, sagging cloth that was now fitted over his chest. "Good God Christy! What happened to your boobs?!?!?" Stan cleared his throat and tried to answer in his best girly voice.

"I don't have any because I was bad, I have to use the fake ones now." The girls giggled at his comically high-pitched girl voice.

"Oh? Well, you know what Christy?" Clarice put extra emphasis on her name, "I have a nice big pair for you right here," she said as she shook the box; the forms thumping against the paper walls, "but you're going to have to earn them."

"What do I have to do?" Stan continued in character, his voice cracking less and sounding more realistic.

"You have to tell me what your naughtiest fantasy Christy."

"Umm . . . ," Stan gulped hard, honestly embarrassed at admitting his most lurid fantasy as Christy, "I . . . I want you to fuck me in the ass really hard until I cum." Stan's voice trailed off as he looked away from the girls. Clarice felt herself blush a little as well. The furthest these games of theirs had gone was only dressing up, but it was always Stan that did the fucking. Sometimes Clarice would use her fingers on his ass as she sucked him off, but she never used any of the toys on him.

"What," Clarice coughed a choke, "What do you want me to fuck your tushy with?"

"The blue one . . . ," came the shy answer. Clarice's eyes went wide; the ONLY blue toy in the collection was the strap-on replica of his very large cock.

"Are you sure you want that Stan," Clarice put the box down and practically whispered as she moved close to him. Stan nodded.

"I want to know how it feels when I mount you so hard," Stan's voice was back to its normal pitch but very soft. The couple braced each other before Clarice gently pushed away getting back into character.

"All right then slut, you earned your tits." Clarice picked up the box and pulled the prizes from it, fitting them in their place. Clarice turned around and picked up the outfits she had chosen. "Now, do you want to be the naughty Catholic school girl or the sexy teacher?" She held up the outfits on their hangers, jiggling one then the other as she waited for a reply.

"I want to be the college teacher that has an affair with one of her students," squeaked Stan.

"VERY naughty dear . . . But you're going to have to lose that hard-on if you're going to be a proper girl." Stan looked down to see his very engorged cock, dripping copiously onto the carpet below. The thoughts of what were soon to happen turned him on more than he would ever be comfortable admitting.

"I can't help it! It makes me so hot and bothered to think you're going to fuck me with that huge cock." His voice was coy but sincere nonetheless. "Besides, girls have more fun when it comes to sex." His ears drooped down, tail limp and motionless, his head bowed slightly in 'reverence' but not before noticing the two girls giving him guilty looking glances.

"Well," Clarice cleared her throat, "that might be all true . . . ," she nibbled on Stan's neck, biting once to the point of just shy of breaking the skin. Stan winced and yelped as his wife gave him back the mating bite he had given her so many times before, "But you're still my willing bitch tonight. Linda, sweetheart, would you please help me finish dressing this slut?" Linda didn't mind helping, though only having one hand free to assist would complicate things as she had been fingering herself to the thoughts of being the teacher herself. It would be hard to imagine anyone else who entered that room wouldn't find themselves aroused by the thick smell of sex, she confided to herself. After bringing herself to another quivering orgasm she walked to Clarice's side as she finished removing the pieces of clothing from the hangers. "What do you think of this blouse, Linda? Is itslutty enough for my bitch here?" She held up a white form fitting satin blouse, its cut distinctly feminine, it's sheerness oozing of sex.

"Mmm, that blouse does look quite yummy, if it wasn't so big I might be tempted to snatch it for myself," chuckled Linda before Clarice joined her giggling.

Clarice closed her eyes and sighed rubbing the soft fabric to her cheek, "That's one thing Christy and I have in common, we both love to wear sexy clothes. But enough of that, we have to finish her dressing so she can get good and fucked," with grace, as could be said for the situation, Clarice wrapped Stan's torso in the chosen blouse, buttoning only the three in the middle, letting the bottom 'fly open' giving a good view of the corset, while the top gave a glance of the lacy bra. Linda went back to the desk to pick out what piece of clothing would go on next, noticing the shimmering honey-colored stockings complete with a lace top and matching garter, a black satin thong that would be sure to just cover Stan's loins, the outfit's grey wool blazer with a deep 'V' that would be sure to show off plenty of cleavage, its matching pencil skirt that would be sure to hug Stan's thighs, light grey suede pumps, a white silk scarf, a long auburn wig, some jewelry, and cosmetics to rival a studio dressing room. Clarice continued to dress up Stan as Christy, Linda assisting here and there where an extra paw was needed. As the girls continued to make quick work it occurred to Linda that Stan wasn't fighting any of their work, if anything it seemed he was enjoying it all.

"Clarice?" Linda broke the flowing silence suddenly. Clarice merely hmm'ed back in acknowledgment. "How often do you guys do this sort of thing? I mean the dressing up Stan as a girl part?" Clarice stopped for a moment, meeting Stan's glance, blinked, and shrugged her shoulders.

"Honestly, I never kept track of such things," came her cool reply before swatting Stan lightly on the thigh to put on the stocking. "But I have dressed him up before and gone out in public with him as Christy. You'll see I do good work at turning my husband into a proper lady." Clarice giggled, "Sometimes I think I didn't marry a man if it wasn't for his huge dick." Clarice gave her husband's crotch a firm squeeze to 'make sure' it was still there. "In fact, we were in the mall one day shopping when we stopped for lunch and another guy, albeit not as muscular, walked up to him and started hitting on the poor dear. You should have been there," Clarice began laughing hard, barely able to speak, "Stan was so embarrassed and flustered his voice cracked when he tried to tell him to go away. I'm not sure who was more embarrassed at that point, but the other fellow took off in a huff. Isn't that right dear?" Clarice patted the head of her pouting husband in half drag.

"Do you have to tell EVERYONE that story? You know how long ago that was, I was still shy about doing this stuff with you," Stan argued in character.

"See what I mean about the man thing? He even pouts and argues like a girl." Linda giggled covering her face with a paw while Clarice just outright laughed her tail off. Clarice had herself a good laugh before Stan reached up and honked one of her breasts. He stuck his tongue out at her as she made a sour face.

"Serves you right for being a bitch"

Linda laughed at Clarice this time, "She does have a point there." Stan smirked as Linda took her side on this argument. "Even though he . . .erm . . .she is a bitch's bitch right now." The girls had a good laugh at Stan's expense as Clarice made it to the nest of Stan's clothes on the floor, gathering them up and laying out which articles she would be using. Linda occupied herself putting the finished on Stan; touching up his makeup here, and primping a little there, most of the work having been done by Clarice. She stepped back to admire their combined efforts as Christy stood timidly while being inspected by the newcomer to their games. Linda was truly in awe at the transformation, from how Christy stood and held herself in proper lady-like form, to the miraculously missing protrusions from her crotch. Christy did indeed look like a woman she would find teaching at her college, save for the fact that she might be just a little bit too tall but not by much.

"You know Linda," Clarice shimmed the harness up past her toned thighs and onto her hips, adjusting the straps on the sides until it hugged her hips perfectly, "I rarely ever get a chance to wear this thing, but I can't help but feeling like some sort of 'Frankenstein' when I'm wearing it. What do you think?" Clarice turned to give Linda and Stan a view of her profile with her hips thrust forward in a provocative pose, projecting the phallic attachment. Christy looked away abruptly in embarrassment; Linda on the other hand, leaned to one side to look past Christy, clutching on to her blazer and practically digging her claws into her arm as she was shamelessly staring and mentally drooling over having something that large inside her once more. Not that Linda could help it, but she was pre-disposed to being horny because of her species. Neither had to say a thing for Clarice to know that she had gotten the responses she was looking for from each of them. Clarice relaxed her pose and began putting on her husband's suit; the clothing practically swam on her much smaller frame. Linda reluctantly withdrew her mind from the gutter releasing Christy to make her way to her new favorite chair as the actors took their places for the show that was about to begin.

Christy casually occupied herself with the busy work of sorting papers on her desk as Clarice walked up behind her rather oddly as she was trying to keep the toy pinned between her legs as she made her way to within a few paces of Christy.

"Ms. Christy," Clarice imitated her husband's baritone voice as best she could, "I'm having some trouble with tonight's physics homework." Clarice tapped Christy's shoulder.

"Ahh!" Exclaimed Christy in surprise, "I'm sorry Mr. Long, I must not have heard you come in. What was it you need?" Linda watched in rapt attention as Christy gave a convincing performance as a very girly girl, not to mention the clever double entendre Christy snuck in to her opening line.

"I'm having trouble with this physics homework, I don't understand . . ." Christy bent down to put some papers into the waste bin by the desk; her tail coming up to lift the hem of her skirt and giving Mr. Long a clear view of her long legs in sheer sexy stockings, topped with a firm thong-covered rump. Instantly Mr. Long's 'erection' jutted forth, the tip of witch lightly flicked past the cleft of Christy's rump. The spontaneous tent formation in Mr. Long's trousers was undeniable and quite impossible to dismiss since the clothes were so loose fitting. Christy blinked wide in embarrassment as she realized what had just happened. Before she had a chance to react the obvious projection moved forward gliding down the cleft of her ass until another pair of hips were behind her, instantly followed by a pair of hands on her waist.

"Mr. Long . . .," called Christy's trembling voice, "please. . ., you shouldn't do that." Her warning went unanswered as hands pulled her upright against Mr. Long's body and freely groped her breasts. Her right breast continued being assaulted by the groping hand as the left easily undid the three buttons to her blazer to peel it from her torso and expose the much more sensual feeling blouse beneath.

"Oh? And why not?" Mr. Long turned her around and clutched her arms as he planted a full on kiss to the woman whose resistance he was diminishing every passing moment. "Is there a jealous boyfriend," Mr. Long whispered in Christy's ear, "or girlfriend I should be worried about?" Christy whined in shame, the hot breath in her ear made her weak with desire to the point she did not fight it when she was motioned to her knees by the firm pressure on her shoulders. "I thought so, just like my last teacher; a slut looking for a good fuck. And guess what. Today's your lucky day, I have one guaranteed to please even as big a slut as you." Mr. Long didn't have to do much to persuade his trousers to the floor either, exposing the blue phallic prosthesis attached to 'his' hips. Christy needed no further direction to know she was to suckle the fake penis before her.

To Clarice's surprise, and delight, Stan's mouth was much more skilled than anticipated; with expert skill she lavished the dong with her tongue as if it were real flesh. Clarice pulled off Stan's wig and griped his hair as his motions caused the harness to rub and nudge her sex in unexpectedly pleasurable ways, often gliding past her clit and making her shiver a little. Stan continued giving his beautiful wife her 'blow-job' and was quickly learning just how tiring such an activity really is. His neck finally began to hurt more than he would be willing to ignore and reached up to rub the sore muscles when Clarice swatted his paw away and admonished him, "Slut! Did I say you could stop sucking?" With that Clarice grabbed Stan's head and jammed the dildo all the way down until the toy's 'balls' where resting against his lips causing him to gag and flail to break from his wife's clutches. Clarice looked down at Stan in time to meet his pleading eyes full of tears with her playfully cruel smirk before pulling him back to gasp for breath. "Not so pleasant when you're choking with a dick in your mouth, is it?" Stan looked away from his wife in shame; he honestly never gave it a second thought how she felt in their respective positions. Stan had opened the door for her to return the favor and Clarice was going to do everything she could to teach him a lesson. "At least you got it good and slick because this is all the lube you get. Now, up! I want to see that ass of yours so I can shove this thing in there and have a good fuck."

Stan remained on the floor, still looking more like a woman despite his shorter hair. Weather in anger or just in play Clarice grabbed the collar of the blouse and pulled Stan to his feet, or rather, his heels. "Come on slut. I don't have all night and if this thing dries out, I'll fuck your ass raw with it anyway," with an ultimatum like that, Stan turned around sobbing quietly as Clarice pulled up the skirt roughly and giving him a firm open palm swat across his ass.

Linda had been in a state of orgasmic high since the pornographic soap played before her, the various toys she had used since also coated with her scent, and her twitching body draped over the studded couch as the obscenely large steel butt plug missing from the collection now lay nestled in her tail-hole while she pressed a vibrating bullet to her clit as her nimble fingers rapidly and loudly strummed across her pussy. Her orgasmic shrieks only to be stifled by her own panties stuffed into her mouth, but as her rode out the ebbing high of her latest peak she noticed just how rough Clarice was getting with Stan and how he was sobbing. Curiosity got the better of her as she stopped her bliss inducing activities and stood up out of the sticky mess she had made of herself. Having forgotten of the treasure she had buried in her booty, she giggled to herself as she plucked the panties she had in her mouth, eyeing them curiously. For what they were, they made an effective gag. She felt so dirty and slutty but oddly confident of it all. She sighed contentedly at the sensation the weighted steel plug provided as she walked up to Stan and Clarice, careful not to let the weight of the plug free itself.

"Tell me slut," Clarice bent over Stan and whispered in his ear, "how hard do you want me to fuck you?" Clarice shifted her hips pressing the tip of the toy against the virgin pucker of her husband's ass. Clarice and Stan had been so engrossed with each other that they had not notice the totally nude Linda looking at them with curiosity before she understood that neither was doing anything the other didn't want. "Slut, I'm warning you, if you don't tell me anything I'll fuck you as hard as I want. Even if I make you scr . . . ," Clarice trailed off as she noticed Linda was now in front of them watching intently.

"Oh, don't mind me," reassured Linda in a guilty-feigning-innocent smile, "I just heard him whining and was a little curious what you where doing." Clarice smiled back deviously motioning for Linda to look in the desk drawer, the gears in her mind where turning loudly enough for Clarice to hear. Linda opened the drawer cautiously, unsure of what she would find; or worse, find her. Somewhat disappointed, she only found an odd shaped dildo with a bulbous lump turned up at one end and a slender, more manageable shaft on the other. She looked at it curiously, wondering what exactly she was holding.

"Linda?" Called Clarice without skipping a beat as she coaxed the tip of her strap-on into her groaning husband beneath. Stan's cock was now fully erect and threatening to tear from his hips the thong he was wearing, moreover it was saturated with his pre and was now seeping past and dripping onto the floor. His eyes were clamped shut as tears began to flow; in a repressed snarl was his maw, an intent look of concentration overall as his wife made slow progress to peg him like he asked for. He began wishing he had asked Clarice to start with a much smaller toy.

"What on earth is this silly thing? It looks like some kind of mutant dong," giggled Linda as she continued looking over the toy in her paws, noticing the rippled ridge at the base of the bulb. Then it clicked, she had seen one of these toys before in one of her last boyfriend's lesbian pornos. Clarice saw the realization in her face and smiled at her as she continued pressing on into her husband's no-longer-virgin ass. Stan whined and yelped like a wounded pup as he dug his claws into his desk while his wife mercilessly stuffed him with the replica of his own flesh. He was beginning to realize why it was that Clarice was so much louder and noisier when he fucked her much smaller ass.

"I see you already figured out what it really is. And I think this slut would like something to suck on while I fuck his ass raw," Clarice cackled as she gave Stan a firm swat across his upturned hindquarters. In reflex Stan tried to stand up only to have Clarice grab his hips firmly and plant another three inched of the dildo into his butt. Linda sniffed the engorged end of the toy, she could have sworn it smelled like apples, shrugging it off she gave it a good coat of saliva before bringing the edge of the bulb to her pussy. She noticed she was still dripping wet from her encounters with the various other toys and dripping onto the toy she was about to introduce, with a coy smile she thought to herself how silly of her to think she needed and more lubrication to take in this new toy. Stan began to pant heavily as pleasure and pain intermingled in his mind, a sense of light- headedness surging through him as Clarice began to withdraw the toy for the first time. "My, my, you are a very obedient bitch," soothed Clarice as she tore the thong off of him and gently patted her husband's rump for a change, "I think you earned the right to some lube before I go any deeper into you tonight." Stan remained quiet and grateful as he felt the toy finally vacate his posterior. His peace only disrupted by a cool trickle from his tail base and into his anus, there it began to pool and fill his tortured hole with is soothing effect.

Linda continued to watch in awe as her hands moved on their own to guide the toy to her moist lips. The blunt head parted her lips abruptly making way for the wide girth the middle had to offer. She began to quiver as she slowly inserted the rest of the bulb into her clenched loins, still string to keep the steel plug in her back door. Her clenching only added to the sensations as her folds felt the most minute changes in its smooth shape until the bulb finally came to rest, nestled comfortably in her hot sex. She could feel how close the bulb of this toy sat next to the bulk of the plug in her butt and how they rubbed against opposite sides of the fleshy wall that separated her two holes. The translucent pink toy she was now wearing made it seem like she had a clear pink cock growing out of her. Even more to her surprise was what the ridges at the base were for as she laughed to herself as she 'masturbated' her new appendage and find it stimulated her clit perfectly; she was going to enjoy having Stan give her a 'blow-job'.

"Ready for some more dear?" Clarice asked Stan who looked like he had been drugged, "Good, now here . . . we . . . go!" With no more warning than that Clarice re-filled his shrinking pucker with the silicone rod. Thankful for the lubrication but the speed of her initial trust still caught him by surprise; enough to make his eyes nearly bug out until he felt it, the dong had met its target; his prostate. As quickly as he was caught by surprise by the second intrusion, he was swept over by the most intense feeling of pleasure he had ever experienced. It wasn't enough to send him over the edge but it was enough to make his dick throb with in pleasure and spurt a good size jet of pre. Linda's eyes began to glaze over as thoughts of sucking Stan off and swallowing his load, to feel its thick sticky texture in her mouth and finally feel it sliding down her throat into her hungry belly. But this thought was quickly replaced by the realization that Clarice had been the only one in the midst of all these charades to not have been fucked. A sinister plan quickly formed in her mind, one that would work seamlessly into what Clarice had originally called upon her to do.

Stan had finally relaxed enough, with the help of the lube, for Clarice to begin trusting in and out of him in a slow steady rhythm that made the desk clack and thump in complaint. It wasn't long before Clarice was thrusting the full length of the toy in and out of her husband as his cock now drooled pre constantly, soaking the rug through and through. Stan was now thoroughly enjoying his wife fucking him so eagerly that it was no surprise that he began to suckle the dong Linda was wearing without hesitation, order, or shame for that matter. In short time the trio had reached a steady pace that was as elegant as it was simple; Linda stood on one side as Stan would grip Linda's hips, slide himself over the desk, take in Linda's dong which pressed its ridged against her clit, Clarice would pull him back at his hips, tugging Linda's toy as his lips moved back, Clarice thrusting her dong into his seasoned butt, and have the harness rub against her clit in turn. It wasn't long before Clarice came from all the grinding and rubbing of her pussy against the inside of the harness she was wearing. In short suit Stan reached an explosive orgasm from having only his prostate stimulated so aggressively for the first time in his life. Linda was not disappointed that she didn't reach orgasm; she had plans to do so in a little bit when she would enact her own devious plan. For the moment she let the couple rest and recover from their more strenuous sexual parade.

"Well honey, was it as good as you thought it would be?" Clarice asked her smitten husband, who for a change, had not fallen asleep after climaxing.

"I might have to re-think what I once thought about this kind of stuff," contented Stan. Clarice reached around to hug her lazing husband who was dressed very much like a woman.

"Re-think?" Smirked Clarice, "Sweetheart, I think you enjoy the silly things I ask you to do too much." Stan stumbled to his feet, kicking off the high heel shoes.

"What do you mean?" Clarice rolled her eyes at him.

"Are you sure you're not one of those 'woman trapped in a man's body' things?"

"Nope, he's just a horny slut like his wife," interrupted Linda as she walked up behind Clarice. Linda quickly undid the buckles holding the harness to her hips. "You on the other hand," Linda slipped her hand down, pushing the strap-on off of her and began teasing her pussy with her fingers, "You are the only one of us that hasn't gotten fucked yet," Linda slipped her fingers from Clarice's oozing folds and thrust up lightly with her hips, smacking her pussy with the head of the strapless dildo. "Lucky for you I'm ready to take care of that for you. And you, Stan, you have to cum in my mouth, otherwise I'll have some real fun with you," Linda winked at him wickedly, "Here's a hint; it involves a latex glove." It was Stan and Clarice's turn to be shocked by this person who came in so meek and quiet, now a bossy and lewd woman. Clarice, though, was very much distracted by the digital stimulation she was receiving. Stan on the other hand was stripping off every last shred of his Christy attire and responding like any other male with a pulse would; horny and drooling.

"Oooh," cooed Clarice as the dong parted her outer lips, threatening to enter with great force, "Who . . . who are you?" Clarice squealed as Linda took her time, slipping the toy in just an inch or two and then slipping out. "And what did you do with . . . oh gods!" Linda cut Clarice off as she began to nip at her neck and fondle her still leather clad bust. Decidedly borrowing a book from her own book; Clarice anticipated a wild ride of her own.

"She's still here, but she wants to make sure you get good and fuck too. After all, it would be rude of a guest not to return the favor to her host," laughed Linda in a lusty demonic fashion that made Stan a little leery. Linda grabbed Clarice's arms, cuffing them at her gloved wrists and pushing her towards her husband who was once again perched on his desk. "First you will suck you man's cock and keep him on edge until I make you cum with this plastic cock," Linda heartily thrust the toy completely into Clarice's burning cunt making her gasp in surprise and drawing a lust filled and sultry moan. The ridges gave Linda a little thrill as she hilted herself hip to hip, and then slowly withdrew. "But if he should cum in your mouth instead of mine," Linda smirked at Clarice as she gave her tail a firm tug and a light smack across her firm hindquarters, "Your ass will be next to get poked, but not in a way you'll like. Now get sucking, whore!"

While Clarice certainly didn't mind giving her husband a blow-job, the harshness with which Linda threatened seemed to take a little bit of the fun out of it, but put those thoughts aside she set to work worshiping her husband's man-piece with her skilled tongue. Linda began with slow shallow thrusts, teasing Clarice's sopping folds as she did the same to Stan by starting on only the head and working onward. It wasn't so much the rocking of her hips that made it a little more difficult than usual for Clarice to fellate Stan, but the reflexive spasms that made her back tense and arch caused her choke on his drooling spear. Despite all of the inconveniences she was presented she was doing very well as Stan cupped her head in his large hands and pulled her face into his lap. Soon the room was filled with the sounds of Stan's pleased growls, creeking groans of wet leather, Clarice's muffled moans, and Linda's own lusty noises to complete the erotic orchestra.

It wasn't long before Linda reached her peak as the triple stimulation from the plug she maintained firmly planted in her ass, the bulbous body of the dong writhing in her insatiable pussy, and the ridges of the same toy rubbing her clit with every thrust. With them came a tidal wave of orgasmic proportions; with a loud whine Linda tensed up, driving the toy into Clarice with unbridled force. So strong was her orgasmic crest that every muscle in her body clenched, so much so that she involuntarily ejected the steel plug from her forbidden recess and a fresh gush of hot juices let slip the butt of the toy allowing even more of her ambrosia run down the inside of her thighs.

Much to the welcome surprise of Clarice the final thrust was the little extra she needed to bring her to her personal peak. While she had spent her time using one hand to jack at the base of Stan's shaft and the other pinching and kneading her bud with the other, the hilt had at long last come to rest putting pressure on the one place she could not reach, putting an end to the delicious itch inside her. Though not as loud as Linda, only because she was too busy still choking down the pulsing rod of flesh in her mouth, Clarice too came with her own copious wash of her juices, adding to the sexual potpourri.

Too engrossed in what he would later describe as the best blow-job his wife had given him, Stan just lay on the desk panting as he enjoying the lavished tongue bath his rod was getting, listening to the ever erotic orchestra of the two women as they drank up the intoxicating instinct of their lusty frustration. Linda looked at Clarice mindfully before slipping her paws under the leather that concealed her breasts with one hand and withdrew the toy still impaling her sex with the other, twisting gently back and forth as of uncorking the bottle of raw sex beneath her. Still in her heightened state of arousal, Clarice could feel the details of the rod's texture as it turned one way and then the other as it made its slow retreat from deep within. The key that once lay tucked neatly between her bountiful breasts fell with a quiet tinkle to the floor below as Linda caressed them with light, tender caresses as she relished in the afterglow of a satisfying orgasm. Linda kissed and nipped at Clarice's nape while her hand continued to fonder her ample bust, tweaking one nipple and then the other until at last the dong was completely withdrawn before whispering in her ear that it was her turn.

To Stan's momentary dismay the lapping tongue and soft paws of his wife disappeared to be replaced by a much rougher tongue and smaller mouth enveloping it shortly after. Linda continued to nurse his cock where Clarice had left off, allowing Clarice to take her turn as a spectator. Though Clarice had pegged his ass only moments before, it still startled him but his protest was cut off by her free hand as she wiggled a finger into his ass in search of his prostate. In a few seconds she found the ever-elusive male equivalent of a 'g-spot' and began massaging it with purpose. It wasn't much more than a minute later that with a grunt, Stan sat up clenching around Linda's finger as she sucked eagerly on the fleshy fountain as it erupted once again with its flow of hot sticky seed. Only because he had cum so many times before that evening was the issue much thinner, but certainly not lacking in volume, in a nearly continuous stream this time. As Linda's mouth quickly filled with the salty offering she swallowed quickly and greedily as she pushed herself further down. Fighting the momentary gag, Stan's shaft made its way deep into her throat causing it to bulge as it moved in deeper and deeper. All but the knot of Stan's prick quickly found itself completely in her throat, pumping the last of his load straight into her hungry gullet and on into her waiting stomach. Linda slowly rose up withdrawing the meaty sword from her throat, the thick coat of her saliva making it twinkle and shimmer in the office lights. Linda sucked every drop from it as it slipped from her mouth before giving into her more urgent needs and gasping for breath.

Stan quietly flopped back onto the desk as the throes of his latest 'little death' took him to slumber once more as Clarice approached them. Clarice smiled at Linda as she poked her husband jokingly in the side as she exclaimed with a giggle, "Oh my GOD! You killed him . . .AGAIN!" Linda joined Clarice in a fit of laugher pointing out the smitten look on his unconscious face. "Well sweetheart, we certainly did have a lot of fun with you. And I'm quite sure you'd like to wash up before going home," pointed out Clarice, rubbing the damp matted fur of her thighs as she bent down to retrieve the key from the floor.

"Actually, I was going to ask about that. I don't want any extra attention from stray men tonight on the way home," returned Linda as she quickly set to pick up her clothes from the floor, "That, and I wanted to know if I could get a copy of the recording from the camera."

"Of course dear, in fact, I'll have a copy ready for you by the time you get cleaned up. The shower is in the back room there. I'm sure you'll find all you need to get cleaned up. Now off you go, I have to take care of Sleeping Beauty over here." With a pat, Clarice ushered Linda off into the ante-room as Stan slowly woke up again. "Well hello again honey, decided to wake up to see our guest off this time?"

"Hmm?" Queried Stan, yawning widely as he got off the desk and stood up, "She's not gone yet?"

"No dear, she's in the other room cleaning herself up," Clarice walked up to the cabinet on the far side of the room and opened the door revealing the recording equipment hidden within. "We should be a little more careful about our business these days, you know," pressing a few buttons, the machine silently went to work copying the session's recording, "It scares me some times that we might get caught by one of those crazy undercover types." Stan shook his head as he put on a clean pair of boxers from his desk before putting on his pants.

"For a lawyer you sure are jumpy about this shit," chuckled Stan as he walked up behind Clarice, "Are you that unsure of the contracts you wrote up for our clients?" Stan wrapped his arms around Clarice's waist before kissing her neck as she snapped a disc case shut, "On the other hand, that girl sure was one of our wildest clients yet. How long was her session?"

"Yeah," giggled Clarice, "she sure was. I think we have a new record with her . . . over five hours this time." Stan's eyes went wide as he gave a low whistle.

"That'll definitely rake in some money when we put it on the site."

"It sure will, especially with all the fun you had too," Clarice laughed heartily bopping Stan's nose with the case. He in a panic he realized just what he had done. "Helooooo? Earth to Stan, come in," Clarice gave Stan's tail a quick yank to snap him out of his trance.

"We can't put that one up!!!" Exclaimed Stan abruptly before pacing across the office.

"Honestly, you big baby," Clarice admonished, "You put up videos of me playing with other girls, why can't we put up this one with you as Christy?"

"But . . . but . . . but . . . ," his resent began cluttering his mind making it difficult to think.

"But nothing. Are you afraid you'll start getting clients who want to play with your cute tushy?" Clarice gave his tender bottom a few firm swats reminding him about his sore back door.

"Well yeah . . . ," shied Stan, "I don't want anything to do with those . . . fags." Stan winced making a sour face as if the word itself left a foul taste in his mouth.

"What did you just say?!?!?" Clarice's voice suddenly took a serious tone of anger, her hand was high in the air like a serpent about to strike but interrupted by Linda as she walked back into the main room wearing only a towel to cover herself.

"Oh. I'm sorry, did I come out at a bad time?" Asked Linda, slightly confused by what she saw.

"No, no, honey, it's quite al-right," smiled Clarice as she lowered her hand and placed it on Stan's shoulder, giving him a quick pinch before muttering 'later'.

"Ok," smiled back Linda forcefully, she wasn't fooled by the Clarice's sudden change "Do you mind if I get dressed here? I forgot to take my clothes with me."

"Of course not, go on right ahead. The machine is almost done making your copy of the video. One of our longest recordings yet!"

"Wow! Really?" Linda continued conversing as she made quick work of getting dressed again.

"Yes it is, isn't that right dear?" Clarice gave Stan an uncomfortable pinch.

"Yes, yes, it is. Quite sure to be one of our most popular on the site," replied Stan nervously, "In fact that reminds me, let me get your payment for the session," Stan quickly ran off to open safe beside the desk and pulled out a bundle of $100 bills as Linda finished straightening herself out. "Here we go. That's $500 per hour, and we have five hours of material; that makes for a total of $2,500," Stan presented the stack to Linda with a sincere smile, "Here you are Miss Mayers, it was certainly pleasant doing business with you."

"Twenty-five?!?!? Twenty-five hundred dollars?!?!?" Linda was in utter shock that she had just earned more in that time than she did in a month at her normal job, "My god . . . Wait, did you say five hours?" Her joy turned to concern as quickly as it came.

"Y . . . Yes, it's almost 8:00PM. Is something wrong?"

"Shit, I hope Eric isn't pissed off at me for making him wait that long in for me," immediately Linda lunged for her purse.

"Eric? Is he your boyfriend?" Asked Stan in honest worry.

"Goodness no," shrugged Linda as she picked up her small purse, "Eric is my roommate, I live with him and his boyfriend out in town."

"Oh, ok. For a moment you had me worried there," Stan held back a cringe as he thought about how a woman could live under the same roof as two men, much less two who were romantically involved with each other. Frantically Linda searched her purse for her phone and dialed her friend.

"Eric? Geez I'm so sorry, I lost track of time," apologized Linda.

"Well," yawned Eric on the other end, "It's not me you're going to have to worry about. I was taking a nice long nap 'til you called, Mitch is probably going to ream us for being late for dinner though."

"Oh har-dee-har-har, we both know you'd enjoy a good reaming," deadpaned Linda, "I'll be down to the garage in a few minutes; you better warm up the car, I don't want to end up on the side of the road again." Linda closed her phone and placed it back in her purse before giving herself a final once over. "Well, I guess I better get going. Thanks for all the fun Stan," Linda gave Stan a hearty hug and peck on the cheek which he returned in stride and some change to spare before turning her attentions to Clarice. "You on the other hand," shamelessly Linda snuck her hand between her cleavage and fished out the key wagging it in her face with a smile, "I'll be seeing you again sometime later." While still stunned by the intrusion to her bust, Linda gave Clarice a passionate tongue filled kiss as she snatched the disc from Clarice's hand with ease. With her newfound confidence Linda made her way to the lobby door with her tail high in the air, slithering to and fro in opposition to her swaying hips. To cap off her afternoon of debauchery she stooped down unlocking the lockand giving the couple behind her one final unobstructed view of her sex. "Clumsy me, you need this back, don't you?" Linda turned around and tossed the key to Stan who was transfixed by her sight and continued to stare as she helped herself out of the office, through the lobby, and on her way to the parking garage.

The clicking of her heels became sharper and louder as she made her way into the garage towards a tousled emerald boa in cut-off shorts and a muscle tee striking a pose as he leaned against the driver's side doorof his aging car.

"Well you certainly took your time missy!" Chortled Eric as he got up to open his door, "'I'll only be a few hours, I promise' were your exact words."

"Oh can it, you drama queen," giggled Linda as she opened her door.

"Well you got one part right. Do you have any idea how worried I was?" Eric crossed his arms over the roof of the small vehicle trying too hard to look stern.

"Nope." Linda got into her friend's car with the entire casualty in the world while Eric scrambled in after her into his side. The sound of the doors shutting echoed through the garage before the sound of the car's engine was all that could be heard.

"Hmph! I hope you got a copy of the orgy you must have had." Eric poked Linda in the shoulder as he glanced back out of habit before exiting the parking space and on to their short drive home.

"Oh yes," Linda extracted the disc and brandishing it at her friend who was intently focused on the road ahead, "And there are some parts you and Scott might enjoy watching."

"How's that? You know I don't like lesbo porn." Eric faked a shudder and stuck his forked tongue out at Linda in a playfully.

"Trust me, you . . . Wait a minute, how do you know?"

"I'm a snake, remember? I can smell her on you," Eric tasted the air again, "A fox, right?"

"Yeah, but the real question is will it be enough for proof to convict those loons," Linda sighed, debating telling him just how much she had just made.

"I'm quite sure," assured Eric as they pulled into the apartment's parking lot, "With video evidence like that, it'll be an open and shut case."

"In that case I'm going to have a massive guilt streak for taking the $2,500," sighed Linda, "And that's not the worst of it."

"What?!?!?" Eric yanked the parking brake as they drove into their designated space, "$2,500 in what? Cash?" Linda nodded and showed Eric the bundle of $100 bills.

"I don't think I can turn them in now, Eric. I think I'm in love with the wife." Linda thought back about the fresh memories of Clarice's face, her soft hands, long legs, and toned body.

"Linda?" Eric tapped on the window from outside, "Are you coming in?" With a reluctant sigh Linda left her silent reverie and got out of the car. "She's on your mind again already?" Chuckled Eric.

Linda looked away, trying to hide her smile, "Yeah."

"Lesbians . . . ," giggled Eric as they walked to their apartment door.