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The way Christine rapped her claws on the counter made it clear that she was a bored girl. Her surf shack wasn't going to watch itself, but nobody was coming by. The day was winding down, the sun was fleeting marvelously over the ocean and the tourists had long since gone inland for mundane sights and hotel rooms.

Christine found the ocean mesmerizing. It was the reason her shop faced the water. She couldn't get enough of the scent of sea salt and sand. Her being a shark, though a walker of two legs and breather of oxygen, meant she naturally loved the ocean.

Something else about the beach got her going too: Beautiful bodies in many stages of undress. Prettyboys in big and small sizes and fellow ladies all caught her eye. Hunks always came to her shack for surf boards. They tried to impress her and they consistently failed, but Christine didn't mind for the business and the eye candy. But for all her ogling, Christine was discerning. She had to be because her anatomy would be off-putting to most of the men she met. Boys insecure about their masculinity are typically not receptive to dickgirls.

As the beach fell darker and more orange and the customers dwindled, Christine rolled down the shutter, put her earnings in the bank up the road and came back to the beach to enjoy its cooling sands.

The shark loved the feeling of a bikini but her bulge disturbed most beachgoers. During the day she wore swim trunks to keep things quiet and at night she shed them to indulge in the skimpy bikini bottom worn underneath. With her generous hips and round ass, swim trunks made her feel frumpy. A bikini was a wondrous feeling.

Christine made a striking silhouette on the beach. Full hips and breasts; a swaying tail rudder terminating in a classic sharkfin; and long black hair blowing in the sea breeze The men she passed along the way candidly gawked at her and Christine liked that very much. Either none of them noticed or minded her crotch bulge.

Celebrities appeared often on beaches. Christine was elated but not surprised to see the popular singer "Kocaine" Kahnso snoozing on a towel. Whatever equipment was concealed in his swim trunks made them very tight and that was explicitly where she looked first. His downy blue and white fur had a subtly bronzed hue and he seemed to be the same buff character she had always seen in magazines. His music didn't tickle her fancy, but other things about him did. All she didn't care for was the teased blonde hair. She'd hoped if she ever met him, he would have had it natural, black and straight like hers.

As she stood over Kahnso, Christine weighed the possibilities. A devilish but short-lived smile crept across her lips and she kicked sand across his legs. He snorted and snuffled before he sat up and quickly glanced up along her legs. He lingered a worrisome amount of time at her crotch. What Christine didn't know was that Kahnso was mildly hung over and only the most basic of shapes occurred to him. Once he sized the shark up, his brain said woman. He left the appraisal at that.

"Wasn't paying attention there, sorry," Christine smiled. Betraying the fact that she was an awful liar with an ulterior motive, she sat in the sand and hugged her knees. "Don't mind me, but aren't you Kahnso?"

"None other," Kahnso smiled. He pushed his shades up into his hair and stared at Christine with bloodshot, rapidly-blinking eyes. "Sorry, I started drinking at noon."

"Oh, it's no trouble," Christine chuckled. She playfully doodled in the sand with her tail tip. "If I know your character at all, I have the feeling I'm welcome around you," she grinned.

"Smart girl," Kahnso said slyly. He laid back on his blanket, stretched and folded his arms behind his head. He yawned wide enough that even Christine felt envy for his jaws. "Do whatever you like, princess."

I'd like to twist your tits off for calling me princess, Christine thought with a tomboy flair. She crushed the indignity. It wasn't every day you got the chance to molest a hot celebrity. She knelt and scooted closer with her thighs close together. When near enough to touch him, she ran her smooth hands down his chest and tangled her digits in his opulent fur. Strands came away easily and it became clear to Christine that Kahnso's body wasn't acclimated to tropical weather. She slid her tongue across her lips and swayed her tail most devilishly. Famous or not, Kahnso was a very good-looking fellow and her mind was wandering.

"Just let me know," Christine cooed, stroking lower and lower until she brushed her fingers over the bulge of Kahnso's sheath, "if I go too far."

"I don't think I'm familiar with that phrase," Kahnso growled.

"Me either, just seemed like the right thing to say," Christine smirked. As her smooth hand slipped below the waistband of Kahnso's swim trunks, she murmured to the singer, "Do you like surprises?"

"Depends on what they are," Kahnso shrugged. "Getting a surprise blowjob is cool. A surprise narcotics raid isn't very fun."

Christine laughed. "I might be able to make one of those happen. I just hope you left your drugs at home."

The fox sneered and wriggled his legs apart. Christine grasped his sheath and idly groped it with an eager swish of her tail. "Really though, what's this surprise business about?" Kahnso asked.

A beat came and went during which Christine kept Kahnso from asking more questions with her busy hands. After a few more moments and when she felt the heat of Kahnso's naked cock, Christine chuckled and said, "Just being playful, don't worry about it."

"Whatever you say, baby," Kahnso rumbled. Christine slid his trunks down a few inches and tugged his fat balls over the waistband. With the whole package airing out, Christine pushed her tender nose into his scrotum and gave it a self-indulgent snuffle. Before it was over, she slopped her tongue out and she risked his loose strands of fur to lap up along his nuts, across his sheath and up to the pointed tip of his cock.

Even before it was entirely free of its sheath, Christine engulfed Kahnso's plus-sized cock in her toothy maw. The tips of her teeth pricked and teased him but she took great care never to dig them in. The best work of all came from her slavering tongue and her hands accompanied it on the rest of his malehood. As soon as she felt the bulk of his knot, she tugged his sheath downward to expose it. Rather than go right for the knot, the shark teased around in the rim of Kahnso's sheath, which was gaped around thinner base of his shaft, with the tip of a finger.

A lewd sound welled up in Kahnso's chest. The sun simmered a burnished orange over the ocean and Kahnso pulled his shades back down over his eyes. He put a heavy, lazy paw on Christine's head and stroked through her raven hair. "I got nothing to add here, babe, you seem to know what you're doing."

Christine cracked a smile around the stud's meat before she pulled off. Something of her own was rising down below but the coming darkness made for a good cover. She had another worthy diversion, too: her thick breasts. She yanked her bikini top up and off to bare her plush curves and pert black nipples. Kahnso stared keenly at them and Christine squeezed and rubbed them to keep Kahnso's eyes where she wanted them.

Smiling tightly, Christine inquired, "Want to feel them?"

The rockstar nodded. He started to sit up but Christine giggled and shoved him back into the sand. A naughty swish of her tail accompanied her antics when she draped herself over the stud again. This time, she wedged his solid cock into her cleavage. Her soft, slick hide easily drifted up and down Kahnso's penis and the lewd contact made him moan and curl his toes. Christine savored the feeling of so much pre-drooling meat against her supple breasts and when the flesh neared her chin, she nuzzled and kissed it as she fancied.

"A titjob on the beach? I must've been a good boy today," Kahnso chuckled. "What's your name, sugar?"

"Christine," she sweetly replied. Up and down she bobbed, pressing the bottoms of her breasts into Kahnso's knot. All throughout her work, she squeezed to keep the pressure on both sides of his meat. In response, he ground up into her and took some of the work off of her shoulders. The pre he spilled onto her tits mostly drizzled away due to the slickness of her hide, but enough smeared into her cleavage to keep everything slippery.

"Goddamn, girl, I owe you for this one," Kahnso huffed. "If you don't mind my saying so, I'm gonna eat you until your toes curl."

The shark laughed and then sighed. She worked a bit slower on Kahnso but squeezed down harder all the while. Once more, her tailfin idly doodled in the sand. "You wanna eat me, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Jam your tongue up in me, give me a proper tongue lashing?" Christine smiled.

"Is there a problem with that?" Kahnso grunted.

Christine chuckled and pulled away just enough that she could take Kahnso back into her maw. She let the conversation dangle there as she suckled and bobbed all over again, her soft hands fondling his balls and knot with no particular cadence. When she pulled up again, she crooned, "Would you eat my ass?"

"I'll eat whatever you stick in front of me," the fox snickered. "With a babe like you, I'm not picky."

"Just what I wanted to hear," Christine grinned. Time to see what this guy's made of, Christine told herself, standing up to loom over Kahnso. Because of the angle and the low light, it was difficult to see the bulge tenting her bikini bottom but when she tugged the item down and her erection sprung free, Kahnso's expression visibly soured. The shark gave Kahnso all of five seconds to stare at her black-tipped, uncircumcised meat. "Not what you were expecting?" she apologetically asked, though her smile was ever naughty.

"This keeps happening to me," Kahnso sighed. "Tell me you got a pussy under those balls."

"Sorry, handsome," Christine sadly said, "but you did just say you'd eat anything..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know what I said," Kahnso grumbled. He sat up and shimmied out of his shorts. Christine deduced that she was still in the running. "Well, c'mere," Kahnso snapped.

Christine knelt and scooted up to Kahnso before she teased her hand up along his penis. He grabbed her hips and pulled her even closer. It came as a mild surprise when he kissed her, and the kiss ran deep for as short as it was. Kahnso dragged his tongue across her palate and then against her malignant teeth. This attention sent shivers up Christine's spine. She rubbed his flanks with her soft hands and her tailfin swayed in the air.

More and more surprises came. Kahnso pulled Christine even closer and forced her cock against his. A frot would have been more than enough for her, yet Kahnso topped her expectations when he gripped his shaft and hers in a paw. As he stroked them together, Christine shuddered past his lips and dragged her fingers through his lush hair.

When the kiss broke off, Kahnso puffed, "Dick aside, you're a real babe, Chrissie."

"Thanks," she chuckled. Slowly and deliberately, Christine ground against his swollen cock. The difference in their lengths had her balls resting on his knot. "I honestly wasn't sure how you'd react," she said with a small, toothy smile.

"Not the first time I've fucked a chick with a dick," Kahnso murmured. "Or the first one that's been named Christine." He nipped her cheek and she responded in kind on the neck. Her bite made him quiver and the shark felt a mild sense of power over the stud.

Christine's smile turned devilish. "How about," she cooed, "I lie back on this towel and you make a snack out of me?"

"Just as long as you don't taste like fish sticks," Kahnso grinned.

The shark let loose a single laugh: "Ha." She pulled away from Kahnso, tugged the bunched-up towel straight and dropped onto her back. As she raised her shapely legs high and parted them wide, she deadpanned to him, "Never heard that one before."

"Once, in Japan, I had the chance to eat some shark," Kahnso recounted, lowering himself onto his belly. With his nose near Christine's tight scrotum, he remarked, "I don't think she was any older than sixteen." Under those tight, smooth balls went Kahnso's tongue for a hungry slurp. Christine shuddered and curled her toes.

"Mmm, and did you?" she asked warily.

"Depends on how old she was," Kahnso enigmatically answered. He went to work on Christine's puckered entrance full-time, slobbering and lapping sometimes, smooching and suckling other times. He seemed not to care that his nose ground against her balls, and though Christine could have been mistaken, it seemed as if Kahnso was inhaling heavily through his nostrils.

Pleasure filled Christine's fine body and left her shivering. She nonchalantly masturbated as Kahnso worked. "God, that's a fine tongue," she sighed. "I never would've guessed you'd be so good at rimjobs."

"You don't listen to much of my music, do you?" Kahnso flatly asked between laps. In he went again, this time licking from deep in her ass crack to the flesh of her taint. This particularly deep slobbering made Christine blush. "Rrr, nice ass, girl, nice fucking ass."

"Fuck, thanks," Christine gasped. She petted Kahnso's head with her free hand, only barely resisting the urge to pull his hair. As it had done so often already, her tailfin flopped and traced in the sand. She thought as Kahnso suckled and slobbered so obnoxiously that maybe the ultra-masculine rockstar was gayer than he acted. Testing his flexible sexuality had already been a reward unto itself. Christine closed her hands around his ears and gently tugged him upwards by them.

Reluctantly yet without verbally opposing her, Kahnso moved where Christine urged and he slathered up along her balls as he went. Her legs lowered and her eyes leveled on his around her erection. "I don't know if I like that look in your eye," Kahnso said sheepishly.

"You seem to like more than you let on," Christine winked. She tugged Kahnso's ears again, ignoring his indignant grunt and the comparable expression. It was crystal clear what she wanted, but never more so than when his lips bumped the tip of her penis.

"Oh, you're lucky you buttered me up first," Kahnso growled. His lips parted wide and he took Christine's swollen sharkcock down into his long muzzle. She grinned from ear to proverbial ear, this kind of wide smile coming easily to a shark. His snout was too long for her to make it into his throat. Christine was just fine with his mouth alone when he started to suck on her and she slowly stroked through his hair. It was evident that Kahnso weren't terribly good at fellatio yet the fact that he was doing it at all made up for his inexperience.

"Don't worry," Christine cooed, "not like I'm gonna tell anyone." As long as you stay under my thumb, Christine snidely thought. She rubbed behind his ears and down into them with her thumbs, rewarding his good behavior with hope to coax more of it out. Kahnso never deviated from his suckles and he added a warm paw to the mix. He stroked up along Christine's slim belly until he reached her breasts, and he kneaded them softly with particular attention to the nipples.

Christine started to buck up into Kahnso's snout. His first reaction was an indignant grunt but soon he took it passively, albeit with a blush. In a damning way, his penis throbbed against the towel.

"I won't insult you and say you're a natural, because you really aren't," Christine smirked, "but that still feels good..."

Kahnso murmured around Christine's penis and doubled down with his suckles. He didn't know if it was his intent to suck her to completion or not. From the way he was throbbing, he couldn't tell what he wanted from the girl anymore. That she had taken the reigns put a wrench in his plans to finish lubing her up and bounce her in his lap. Whatever the dickgirl had planned next couldn't have been any good for his masculinity.

The shark's legs wrapped around Kahnso's back for a firm squeeze. This kept him locked in place better than her hands could ever do on his ears. With her hands freed up, she placed them over Kahnso's paw and coaxed him to grope harder. "Sque-e-eze, I'm not made of glass," Christine crooned. As he groped down on her thick tit and his finger pads put dimples in her hide, she quaked and hissed to him, "That's it, yeah... Now how about you pull back?"

Although Kahnso was quick to pull back from Christine once she permitted it, he nuzzled broadside into her penis and met her eyes skittishly. "I know I'm gonna regret this, but you found my bottom streak. Ball's in your court."

A smile lit up Christine's face. "I think it always was," she giggled. Rubbing his cheek sweetly while also pushing the opposite one into her cock, Christine hummed to the fox, "Let's see that butt, then. Roll over."

"Heh," Kahnso nervously chuckled. He nipped Christine's hand when he pulled away and he eased himself down onto the beach towel which was by then a bunched-up mess. Flagging his tail high above his ass, he lamented, "Just take it easy on me, babe. I don't even own a dildo."

Christine straddled Kahnso's knees and pried his muscular cheeks apart. "First time?" she kindly asked.

"I didn't say that," Kahnso disclosed. Christine couldn't help but laugh.

"Well, just relax," she whispered. She squinted in the waning sunlight and spotted Kahnso's snug, pink pucker. To her it looked perfectly unmolested, not even slightly swollen. That was about to change, she thought with a grin. Her tongue flitted out and she started to placidly rim the rockstar. It didn't take her long to get into broad strokes which left his taint and a portion of his ass crack slobbery. By then Kahnso allowed himself to freely groan and huff. Christine's tailfin swayed and wagged at the noises he made.

Every lap Christine gave to Kahnso's winking pucker made the stud pant and growl a little bit more. It got to be that the fox was a writhing, huffing mess well before Christine was even close to satisfaction. By the time she was, her tongue was feeling dry but Kahnso's asshole glimmered with saliva. A shrewd grin crossed her lips and she pressed a finger to his pucker. She pushed it in slowly, taking care to spread his anal walls just as gently as she could. Kahnso first hissed, as she thought he might, but he relaxed soon enough. Christine brushed his ass cheek with her other hand as she pumped him.

"Ready for the real deal?" Christine sneered.

"As I'll ever be, I guess."

"Just, uh, hm," Christine murmured as she lined herself up, "just relax like you would if you had stage fright."

Kahnso paused. He puffed as she slid between his cheeks. "I usually relax by fucking something," he grumbled.

"Well," the shark chuckled, "I hear lamaze works wonders." She started to push into Kahnso slowly but of course firmly enough to actually part his anus. He gasped and clenched his teeth to which Christine lovingly shushed him and petted down his back. Her entry was careful yet efficient. It didn't take long for her balls to rest on his. The sensation of his anal walls gripping her shaft made her swish her tailfin.

"Fffuck," Kahnso snorted.

"Mmm, yeah," Christine concurred for very different reasons, "fuck."

"Make it quick."

Christine twisted up a smile and bucked her flush hips into his ass cheeks. "Can't be gentle and quick at the same time. What's it gonna be, studmuffin?"

"Make it quick," Kahnso snapped. "I don't want some yutz with a cellphone taking a picture of this."

The shark regretted leaving hers at the shack. The sight of her cock disappearing into a rockstar's quivering tail hole would have been a fun memory to keep forever, but she didn't linger on the thought. With both hands braced on the stud's hips, Christine started to buck. Kahnso wanted it quick, so he demanded, and Christine intended to give him what he asked for. Slow, even dull grinding quickly became something much more energetic. Christine was an athletic girl and Kahnso's was far from the first ass she'd ever fucked. In time she had a nimble rhythm under which Kahnso huffed and sometimes gasped.

Christine's full breasts bounced and her tail swayed side to side as she gave it to Kahnso. Each bump and grind rammed her uncut cock deep into the fox's largely unloved asshole and the tightness it featured welcomed her. A grin as diabolical as a shark could possibly bear spread across her pretty face both for the pleasure and the distressed noises Kahnso made. Hey, you wanted it quick, Christine thought with a twinge of wickedness.

"Goddammit," Kahnso bleated. His tail lashed across Christine's face but was much too fluffy to cause her any harm. She wrapped her jaws around it and softly gnawed it for a time. "Hope you're enjoying yourself there," he said with tepid venom in his tone.

She spat out his tail and tried not to let the loose strands of fur on her tongue distract her. "Oh, no doubt about it," she beamed. Those wide hips of hers pounded down against Kahnso's hard ass again and again to the same effect every single time: Pure pleasure for Christine, but a mix of pain and pleasure for Kahnso. She leaned over the stud and planted her hands in the sand. Being positioned over Kahnso this way gave her less leverage, but by then her thrusts had shortened to just a few inches each which bottomed out every time. Her warm breasts flattened slightly against his shoulder blades and she nipped the back of his neck after she found it under his hair. "Mmm, you're a good fuck," she effused. "I can tell that your ass doesn't get much loving."

"I don't think that's the word I'd use for it," Kahnso indignantly remarked. "Fuck..."

"Fuck indeed," Christine found herself agreeing again in her most sultry tone. She pushed off of Kahnso and gripped his hips again for better control yet she kept her bucks short and sweet. Everything about her use and abuse of Kahnso's ass was straight to the point - just as he had demanded it.

Very soon, Christine's balls drew up into her loins like a snug coinpurse. Her teeth were bared and the intent in her blue eyes was unequivocally carnal. "Aah, gawd," Christine hissed through her teeth, "hope you like a creampie."

"Well, actually--," Kahnso started to say when Christine pushed his face into the sand just long enough to shut him up. By the time he spat the sand out, he had nothing more to say to her and Christine very much liked that easily-granted submission. She thought, and rightly so, that Kahnso's subby side responded best to a domineering lady and she could be exactly that if the prize was right.

Feeling her orgasm nipping at her heels, Christine bore down on Kahnso's hard ass with her best stabs yet. She used barely half of her cock with each thrust but the effect was profound, leaving Kahnso wincing against his folded arms. The shark panted and gasped in pleasure which was quickly overwhelming her, making her work magnificently sloppy. Her balls were too snug to slap down into Kahnso's but she made up for the effect with her energy.

Christine buried herself in the rockstar a final time. Her superb body went stiff as a board, and then she nearly had a convulsion as the first rope of her cum shot into the rockstar. She collapsed over top of him and her orgasm continued. Each twitch of her cock jostled Kahnso's tight anal walls for some pleasure the fox wouldn't dare show and these twitches were accompanied by her squirts of semen, the volume of which rapidly waned as time went on. Before long, her shaft merely drooled into the stud and that was when she pulled out.

Kahnso rolled onto his back and Christine pressed warmly into his flank. She reached down and took hold of his cock to idly stroke it. It was still conspicuously hard. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" she chuckled. The rockstar muttered something distinctly grumpy. Christine kissed his cheek and cooed to him, "Well, after that, it's only fair if I finish you off, right?"

The fox mulled it over. After a moment, he said wickedly, "All right, yeah. Let's see how well you can handle a knot up that ass."