Opening Night Act 06

"I like to straddle the men I collect. After I have slid their pants all the way down to their ankles - their loose cotton pants, just like the ones you are wearing – I usually find that I don't have to worry about underwear getting in the way because most of the men at the After Party don't wear any. Come to think of it, most of the women don't, either."

She draped her tail around my neck as she spoke, pressing the fur into the folds behind my ears, dragging the caramel-coloured hairs slowly across my skin. I could tell that she wasn't rushing through what she was saying. Her unhurried, easy cadence had a purpose – we both knew what she was really saying to me, and she knew that she was in control of the situation.

"Do you know what fur I used to make my costume?," she asked, pushing a switch to dim the lights in the room.

I shook my head, avoiding her gaze.

She laughed.

"I don't believe you." She lightly elbowed me, teasing me, chiding me. "If you are with Erin then you know every fur under the sun. Carnally."

Her right leg crossed over my left and she pushed it between my knee caps, and as her foot swung casually between my calves she stroked her thigh.

"My little onesie here is made of knitted chinchilla." She paused for effect. "Did you know that chinchilla is considered to be the softest fur in the world? Each follicle sprouts between sixty and seventy hairs each. People can only grow one hair per follicle" She took my hand and moved it up and down her leg.

"Soft, isn't it?" She didn't wait for me to answer. "Could you imagine if a person, if a woman could grow sixty to seventy hairs from each follicle on her body? How soft would they be to run your hands through? They would be so fine that all of the hairs would melt into one and your hands would just disappear into them. I bet once a woman got her lips around your cock you would want to keep your hands on her head and your head inside her mouth forever." She pouted a little and looked at me.

"I had to settle for knitting the fur into a costume for this little soirée and feeling it slide over my body as I walk around the room trying to figure out who is worthwhile getting to know." She lifted her leg and put it down on the outside of mine.

"I would ask you if you knew what fur I made my tail out of but you would probably lie and tell me you didn't know that, too, am I right?" Again, she didn't wait for me to answer. "Golden Island fox fur. Unmistakable, if I must say so myself. I think it is the thickest and softest fox fur, don't you?" She dragged her tail from around my neck as she spoke.

"Red fox looks nice but doesn't have the heft that a good fur should; silver fox is very impressive looking and makes any woman wearing it have an imposing and commanding presence, but if I am going strictly for the feel of a fox fur then I have to go Golden Island all the way."

By now she was straddling my legs and had brought her tail over her shoulder and was dangling it between us.

"Touch it and tell me what you think. Did I make a good choice for my tail?"

I reached up and pawed at the bulky fur that swayed in front of me and nodded.

"It is nice, isn't it?" She peered around the golden pelts and looked at me, cocking her head.

"You know, I have been asking you all of these questions but the truth of the matter is that the one question, the only question that I should have asked you when we sat down was 'Do you know what is inside my tail?'"

I shook my head, hesitating about whether or not I should stop stroking the fur or just let my hands fall down beside me on the couch.

She turned her eyes downwards, and I could feel her fingers numbly popping open the fly of my pants.

"After much experimenting," she continued, returning her gaze to me, "I found the perfect combination of stimulation and stuffed all inside this fluffy bundle of joy." She stroked her tail with both hands to emphasize her point and then slipped her left hand between my legs and delicately drew my cock out into the open.

"There's a little bit of electronic stimulation in here, as well as one of those silicone eggs from Japan – a new one especially for you with lots of lube – and, of course, all wrapped up in my favourite fox fur for good measure."

I didn't take my eyes off her as she spoke to me. I couldn't. I had lost the ability to fight her off a long time ago and now I was just hoping that she would drape her tail with all of its trappings over me and jerk me off. I had been needing to cum for about an hour already and I just wanted to get it over with. When she lowered her tail around my penis I knew immediately that I was not going to get quick satisfaction. With an extremely practiced hand she guided my shaft through the various stages of her furry contraption.

The fox fur seemed to kiss the head of my cock as it began its descent around me, a little puff and nudging of furry lips that slowly fell and molded themselves lightly to my flesh like a extra layer of my cock as they headed for my balls. I almost didn't feel the e-stim band encircle my penis as she steered it deeper into end of her tail but as I moved further inside her collector I could feel it tighten around me.

She had done everything so far without moving her hands from a position about chest high on the curve of the fur, and only brought her right hand down so that she could squeeze the silicone egg around the tip of my more-than-eager head. The lube was cool against my skin as the silicone pushed over me and I couldn't help but gasp as she twisted the egg around a few times and squeezed it.

"We have to get the air out so that the suction effect works properly."

She twisted the egg another couple of times and before I had the chance to react to the lubricated ridges rubbing against me, I began to feel a tingling near the base of my penis. Her movements were seamless and had a clinical precision, and even though I knew she had done this many time before, the look in her eyes said that this was the most exciting time for her and that my pleasure was what she had been wanting all night. Who knows if that were true but the way she gazed at me as she guided me through the various stages of the collector inside the massive amount of fur that took up almost all of the space between us made me believe that she would only be happy if I had the most explosive orgasm of anyone who had been on the receiving end of her charms.

"I can tell by the look on your face that the e-stim kicked in. Would you like to tell me when to turn it up?"

Holding my breath as she pushed the silicone egg down the entire length of my penis and shook my head.

"Are you relinquishing control to me?"

I nodded weakly.

"Oh goody," she said. "Sometimes when people take control they end up cumming too soon. I never let that happen, my sweet. If anything, I take my time and drag it out so long that ... ." She leaned over and held her lips on my cheek beside my ear before she continued, whispering "... I have made men lose their fucking minds ... ." And with that she pushed the egg all the way down to the base of my cock and squeezed. The e-stim went up one level and my balls began to tighten.

"Since I am in control, how about you stop tucking your hands underneath your thighs and put them on mine. I mean, why would I have gone through all the trouble to make an entire suit out of chinchilla fur if I didn't want anyone to touch it?"

I hesitated for a moment and then slowly brought my hands up from under my legs and rested them on the top of her thighs.

"Fondle me, lover. Just pretend that the way you stroke me will help me decide what sort of orgasm I let you have."

She grabbed one of my hands and started moving it around on the fur and before I knew it both of my hands were massaging the soft grey hair.

"It looks like we have found our rhythm, sweetie. I love the way your fingers push into the chinchilla as you draw your hands back – it kinda makes me think that you are trying to pull me over top of you, almost like you want to shoot your cum inside me."

She continued to twist her fox fur tail almost imperceptibly as she spoke.

"That would make your orgasm too easy. With you inside me, and your hands grabbing at my body suit and my big ol' fluffy tail, well, you would just thrust yourself so quickly into me that there would be no room for my favourite part – the endless teasing of your cock. You don't want to cum already, do you?

My head was leaning back on the sofa and as weak as I was from her inspired manipulation of my cock I managed to shake my head

She smiled back at me and continued to stare right into my eyes.

"Did anyone tell you that I also like to please women?"

I nodded and just as I did she turned up the e-stim another notch.

"Do you know why I am so good at it?"

I shook my head.

"Well, when I was a little girl I was tongue-tied, and my theory is when the doctor snipped my tongue free he snipped it a little too much."

She lifted my hands my from thighs and put them both around her tail, encouraging me to run my fingers up and down the shaft of fur.

"Ever since then I have had a very mobile tongue. I can stretch it out longer than anyone I know."

Her mouth opened and she let her tongue slip down past her chin. She pulled it back into her mouth just as slowly as it had come out.

"I have been known to reach the back of a man's throat with this baby, too."

She smiled her wry, wicked little smile again.

"In fact, maybe I will fill your mouth with my tongue as you are filling my tail with your cum. You did, after all, leave all of the control in my hands, didn't you?"

I wanted to agree with her but the e-stim went up another level and I was trying to figure out if I should hold on a little longer or just give in to her and feel the streams of cum surge into her catchment.

"Oh, my love," she said, leaning in closer to me, "you've done so well – it's almost a shame that this has to end. Time to collect ... ."

In one fluid motion her hand started jerking the silicone egg quickly, she stepped up the e-stim again causing my balls and cock to lock into one solid spasm, and she pushed her tongue deep into my mouth, sealing her lips over mine. I involuntarily screamed into her as I came – the ache of my crotch gave way to what felt like a total release of my soul into her hand, into her massively fluffy tail, and I wasn't sure if I would ever stop cumming. As the electrical impulses weakened she dropped her hand from the tip of my penis and gripped me mid-shaft, roughly tugging at me, squeezing out every last drop that I had before finally leaning back and lifting the Golden Island fox fur from between us.

My arms were trembling and as my hands flitted across her thighs and the knitted chinchilla I felt like I still needed to cum and like I could never cum again.

"So, was that the best orgasm, or what?," she asked as she slid sideways on the love seat, straddling her legs over my pelvis, raising and lowering her leg and rubbing the short grey fur across my exposed belly.

All I could muster was a feeble "Oh god."

I can't remember how long she waited before she spoke once more.

"I wasn't asking you, sweetness."

It took a few moments for what she had said to register, and when I finally figured out what she meant all of the blood rushed from my crotch to my head and suddenly I was alert as I could be in spite of the marathon handjob I just experienced.

When I looked over at the door and saw Michelle standing there I expected her to be livid. Instead, she seemed as though she were both amused and intrigued at the same time. After a few moments, and after giving me a look that let me know that everything was still alright between us, she turned her gaze to the women in the squirrel costume and just stared at her.

Michelle leaned through the threshold and stepped into the room, slowly closing the door behind her.

"That was truly fun to watch," Michelle said, "but I would like to know one thing."

The woman sat up a bit on the couch.

"And what is that?"

"Are you as good with your tongue as everyone says you are?"

The woman stood up and went over to Michelle and took her by her right hand.

"I am," she said, almost purring. "Would you like to find out for yourself?"

Michelle nodded.

"I have been watching so many people getting rubbed, stroked, teased, and toyed with tonight and I need to have some release of my own."

"Ooh, pent up," the woman said as she lead Michelle across the room to a chair across from me. "You're going to be fun to play with. But first we have to get you out of those dreadful cotton pyjamas and into something a little more appropriate."

As Michelle's borrowed After Party clothes were stripped away and flung into the corner of the room I had to admire her naked form. She was what one would call perfectly proportioned – she was definitely not a waif, and although I am sure any talent scout would have passed her over to do a runway appearance, I thought her body was perfect. Her physicality was as real as she was, and that was one of the attributes that I found most appealing about her. Michelle was incredibly comfortable in her own skin, and if my entire pelvis hadn't felt like it had been shattered and wrung dry of every millilitre of fluid, I would have snuck up behind her in the darkened room and gotten very comfortable in her skin right then and there.

I had almost forgotten about our costumed friend until she came back to Michelle carrying a monstrously fluffy Mongolian lamb fur jacket.

"Slip this on," the woman said. "You look chilled."

When Michelle took the jacket and opened it up so she could put it on I could see that the reason for its gorgeous heft was because it was lined with Mongolian lamb, too, not unlike Erin's double-sided marabou coat. Once Michelle had put on the jacket it was like she was wearing one of those inflatable Sumo wrestler suits except instead of being filled with air it was filled with curly, bouncing fur.

The ringlets and whorls crept around and over every inch of bare skin on Michelle's body; the sleeves of the jacket were intentionally made longer than anyone's arms could ever be so that the wearer's hands would never leave the snug, soft embrace of the fur.

"Perfect," the woman said as she guided Michelle to a curved chaise lounge and laid her on her back, facing the door and facing me. The bowl of the chair and the puffiness of the jacket Michelle was wearing pressed the fur up around her shoulders and nearly buried her head. The woman in the squirrel costume gave the sides of the chaise a tug, angling Michelle's pelvis into the air and leaving her feet swaying above the floor.

The woman removed her mask and put it on the floor beside her knees. It almost looked like Michelle was about to say something, but before she could the woman had pulled Michelle's hips to the edge of the chair and buried her face between Michelle's legs. The only sound she managed to make was a surprised "Unnh!" before she crossed her arms over what little flesh of her torso was still showing and allowed her head to sink deeper into the fur around her shoulders.

The expression on Michelle's face said everything that needed to be said – there was no way that Michelle was going to leave that chair without having the hardest orgasm she had ever had. The woman didn't seem to be moving her head at all yet Michelle was hugging herself so tightly, clenching and unclenching her arms, and quietly gasping for breath, shuddering in the voluminous curls of the Mongolian lamb jacket that appeared to be exploding all around her. I know Michelle could appreciate the texture and usefulness of a gorgeous fur in the act of lovemaking, but the woman had put it on Michelle not for her benefit, but mine. The aching in my crotch that still lingered from being collected by the woman in the squirrel costume made any thoughts of an erection still a long time away, and yet as I watched Michelle being fucked by the woman's tongue I could feel the ache of being unable to join them build in my chest.

I was so distracted by the almost silent act happening in front of me that I thought the fur that began to brush against my arm and shoulder was just a dream. I turned to my left and saw Erin towering over me in the chair, her goat costume still as imposing and magnificent looking as when I had first seen it at the beginning of the evening. She put her right hand on my head and played my hair, and without looking down at me she raised her left hand to her mouth and put her index finger over her lips. I did as she asked and didn't say a word.

Erin had managed to slip in the door without anyone hearing her, in spite of the size of the heels of her outfit. She removed her hand from my head and with both hands she opened a flap in the front of her angora goat pants, twisted her hips slightly, and slowly pulled out a large strap-on dildo that she had kept hidden until now thanks to the thick fur. She took a few steps towards Michelle and the woman, both of whom were still unaware that Erin was standing between them and me, and as she began to kneel on the floor, Erin produced a bottle of lubricant and slathered it over her plastic phallus.

With a slow and exact motion, Erin inserted the dildo inside the woman in the squirrel costume and pressed her hand on the back of the woman's head so that she could not pull away from Michelle. The woman let out a loud squeal into Michelle's pelvis, and Erin inched forward on her knees to make sure she was in as deep as she could go and then began to rock her hips forward and back in a steady and vigorous rhythm. It was only when I saw Michelle had opened her eyes and was staring directly at Erin that it dawned on me. The whole evening had been planned. I had been used as bait so that I could be collected by the woman in the squirrel costume, and give Erin the opportunity to collect the collector. Erin must have had the idea of besting her competitor for a long time, and Michelle and I gave her the perfect occasion to lure the woman out with fresh meat.

Having a penis that didn't tire or wither gave Erin the upper hand, and as she continued to ravage the woman, her and Michelle's moans and screams filled the room while the rest of the party guests enjoyed the evening, unaware of what was happening behind the closed door of the little suite in the back corner or the hall.