VIP Room Threesome
_Toonces, the Driving Cat, the Cat Who Could Drive a Car
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"VIP room is closing, everybody! We need everybody out through the door in the front! You're free to stay in the main room until the band's finished playing, but we need the VIP room cleared now! Thank you!" The imposing horse motioned to the door in the front, towering over the teeming crowd of schmoozers and boozers from the height of a stool. Stepping off of it, he still dwarfed most of the people slowly putting their glasses down and making their way to the exit. He smiled warmly, making jokes with a few regulars, accepting the occasional tip, and thanking everybody for coming. He always enjoyed working the VIP room over the main floor because he didn't have to flex his muscles as much and could relax, secure in the knowledge that he wouldn't likely be having to rough anybody up.
He wasn't forbidding, undersized by bouncer standards, though bouncer standards alone made him bigger than the general populace. He was at least a head taller than anyone now leaving down the long straight staircase to the floor below, where the concert continued in full force. The show wouldn't be over for another fifteen minutes, but personal access to the VIP room had been specially requested by the band performing, and the club owner had honored that request. In that time the horse would tidy up the room real quick, restock whatever alcohol might be needed... and most of the time, all for nobody to show up after all. It burned him up. He'd always joke, "If they're going to fuck the groupies, they could at least fuck 'em up here!" There was also one other thing he had to do later that night, before the band would leave, but he'd worry about it when it came to pass.
The only reason the room hadn't emptied already was a small line formed in front of him, blocking the entrance, of women half-drunk on classy drinks wanting to give him a personal goodbye and their number. He would always blush and slip the paper into his pocket then lean down for a goodbye smooch on the cheek. He attracted much attention as his physique was buff enough to make the ladies and five percent of the men drool, but wasn't intimidatingly large. Tall, yes, but his bulging muscles were graceful, and evoked wonderful thoughts of being held by them, rather than painful thoughts of being hit by them. His sturdy haunches stood out on his body, quite literally, his tight black pants straining to contain the powerful hills of sinew. Aside from that, though, his muscles were trim and sexy, natural and elegant. His entire body was firm with tough fiber, but he didn't have a rough or jagged countenance. It was like the edges of his muscles had been dulled by a rushing stream, like riverbed rocks.
The line of admiring women dwindled, and his pocket burst with business cards and cocktail napkins smeared with lipstick. It wasn't until the last lurker threw her arms around him and forced her lips against his, having to lift herself up to do so, that he was struck by any of them. He pushed her away, inadvertently grasping her buxom chest, which she mistook for a come on. She wrapped her dainty arms around him, placing them on his hard ass, and tried to nab another kiss. Trying to be gentle with the fair lady, it took him a moment to finally pry her off and get a clear look at his not-the-least-bit-secret admirer. He recognized her immediately as the only bobcat in the room that night, the most alluring pair of eyes in the crowd of women that undressed him all night long. Her rich brown fur was perfectly groomed, whiskers all trimmed to the perfect length, and her pointy ears each pierced with three diamond studs.
The job definitely carried some perks.
Words were passed. Hollow innuendo and glaringly obvious come-ons. The bobcat whispered sensuous offers into his ears, her body against his in suggestion. It worked. The horse was overcome is lust. He slipped his strong hands under the bobcat's butt and lifted her up, returning her earlier kiss with vigor, nearly smothering the effete cat. She purred seductively as his tongue probed her muzzle, the thick muscle nearly filling her mouth entirely. The size difference was daunting but equally enticing. The horse turned around, quickly shutting the door and leaning the cat against the wall. She wrapped her long, luscious legs around him, her paws fixated on his brazen chest. He held her with only one paw, the other snug inside the tight pink shirt she'd worn, kneading the supple breasts. They fit perfectly in his hands, which attested to the size of both the horse's hands and the bobcat's breasts.
He carried her over the bar, clearing it with his forearm before laying her down alongside it. He grabbed two bottles and gingerly poured some of their contents onto her belly, then greedily slurped the alcohol from her belly button, sucking it out her fur. The bobcat laughed wildly, the thick tongue tickling her so. He poured another shot onto her and sucked it out with the same vigor.
You see, he was allowed to drink after work.
He removed the tight shirt, not all the way, just enough to let the perky breasts out. They rested peacefully on top of the bobcat's chest, wide smooth nipples spread across each one. The horse traced the rim of each nipple with the tip of his tongue and playfully batted at the erect tips. The bobcat purred like a well-tuned engine, her toes curling and paws shaking. His manly hands held her dainty stomach, still wet with alcohol. He would slip his fingertips under the waistband of her panties, her tight jeans already undone, and listen to her moan as she arched her back in anticipation... until he pulled his hand away to again feel her stomach and caress whichever breast he wasn't sucking. He teased her like this until, when he finally slipped his fingers all the way down, the restless bobcat was already dripping wet.
He slid his finger along the fine slit, the swelling lips pronounced and tender. The bobcat murred with each brush of the fingertips against her lips, her panties soaked. Just as the horse was beginning to split the slit with his meaty fingers, the door to the VIP room tore open. The horse's hand quickly evacuated unwary of who was at the door. The bobcat didn't think to pull her shirt down over her breasts that jiggled as she sat up to see who was at the door.
It sure as hell wasn't a stranger. He was slouched against the door frame, holding on to keep his twinkish body from tumbling backwards down the long steps. He had a bottle of beer in one hand. He tried to take a swig, found it empty, and tossed it onto the floor. He wasn't sloshed, he mostly just didn't give a damn. Lead singers are like that. Lions are like that, too.
"You the horse they said would be here for me?" He demanded.
The horse nodded.
"They didn't say anything about a kitty but hell I've smashed a few pussies in my day."
The lion stumbled over to the bar and immediately began fondling the bobcat. Her pointy ears stood upright, surprised at the aggressiveness of the lion, who didn't hesitate to wrap his lips around a nipple and slip his paw into her wet panties. His fingers didn't hesitate either, plunging into the warm wet pocket of flesh. He took a seat at the bar, reached behind the counter and grabbed a bottle of liquor. The poured some into his mouth, then pulled the horse over, pressing their lips together, sloshing the alcohol into the horse's mouth. They split it, feeling the warmth spread around the body as the alcohol did its magic.
The lion was short, his mane trimmed tight to his fur. When he climbed on top of the bar, his scrawny body on top of the bobcat's, the horse took the hint and climbed onto the bar as well, sitting on his knees at the bobcat's head. From there he could see the lion's small ass hugged by spandex shorts. And the lion could see the horse's package bulging in tight black jeans. And the bobcat could see the lion's own generous package bulging in his flattering spandex. In short, everyone had a wonderful view.
The lion, naturally, attacked first. He latched onto the horse's pants and hurriedly unbuttoned them, sliding them down the horse's massive thighs and revealing a shiny blue banana hammock, stretched to its limit. The bobcat had a much easier time, needing only to stretch the tight spandex down over the lion's tiny ass, an uncut cock flopping out in front of her. The head was pink, though she could only see the very tip of it, as it was shrouded in tight foreskin. The lion came to a similar discovery when he buried his paw into the horse's undies and pulled out an uncut sausage. Black foreskin loosely covered the head entirely, though barely. The lion slipped the tip of a wet finger into it, teasing the sensitive head before pulling it back to lick the glistening head. The bobcat took a different approach, swallowing the chubby cock Into her muzzle. It was already somewhat hard, though not entirely, and she could feel it growing inside her mouth. The tip of her tongue teased the foreskin, burrowing inside to lap at the tip of his cock.
The lion pulled the horse's skin back and wrapped his lips tight around the rim of his head, slurping and sucking gratefully at the thick member that stretched his jaw. He rolled the foreskin back, over his tongue, and licked in circles around the head. The bobcat had the lion's skin pulled back, too, but she was licking and sucking at the sensitive frenulum, below the groove on the underside of the lion's head. When she'd slip the shaft into her mouth again, she'd continue to tongue at it, soon the salty taste of pre on her lips.
Natural juices flowed as if from bountiful pitchers, the pussy's pussy slick and wet, her paw deep in her lace panties to stir her own passion. Saliva dripped from the lion's messy mouth, the wet tongue lolling out to lap at the elephantine rod from balls to tip, his tongue sneaking inside the foreskin to slurp the precum collecting inside it. He purred with each lustful, hardy squeeze of the horse's masculine hands around his compact, fit ass. The spandex barrier between the hands and the cheeks was breached, and the horse teased the lion's soft, supple hole with his meaty fingers.
The lion grabbed the bobcat's sides and pulled her forward, her head under the horse's body. She tugged the horse's pants and let his gigantic pair dangle, waiting only momentarily before attacking them with her tongue like fine sandpaper, only barely aware that the lion was brusquely slipping her lace panties off. Somehow, amid the tangle of bodies, the panties were ejected onto the floor, and the lion's member quickly took former place hugging the bobcat's plump, perspiring pussy. Both cats purred in delight, both muffled by the horse's cock and balls, both shaking in ethereal delight as the lion's prick slowly spread the bobcat's lips open. It slipped into a snug fit, the soft velvet walls pressing in on all sides around the throbbing member.
The horse made a quick trade, his long veiny prick switching mouths to over to the bobcat, whose petite face was sprinkled with dark blotches on the cheeks. She swallowed the rod hungrily, the girth stretching her throat open. Her nose inhaled the sweaty, oily, fervent scent of manhood from the horse's balls that slapped against her face with each hump as he fucked her mouth. Her glistening lips clenched tight and warm against the cock. Both pairs did, in fact. The big bouncer kept his domineering hands on the lion's ass, using it as a handle to pull the ornery cat against the sultry bob, controlling the lion's thrusts and bringing enraptured joy to both panting, purring kitties.
The bar top was slippery with the flow of juices and alcohol, all of which had begun to soak into the bobcat's fur and shirt, still bunched around her neck and shoulders. She was de-spitted for a moment as the brawny bouncer helped her to turn over onto all fours, her tail like a velvet rope, waving and lifted seductively for the lion behind, her tongue extended for the horse in front. Both males reentered, the horse easing his cock into her stretched throat as the lion sunk his prick with a violent shove. The horse slowed him though, taking the pretty kitty in his hands and calming him down. Both thrust slowly, the bobcat's extended tongue cradling the thick meat like a landing strip. The lion leaned over to lie on the bobcat's back, exhausted from a long night performing, but was caught by the horse. He found his mouth assaulted by the horse's, the strong jaws roughing up the lion's thin lips, pressed hard together, sending energizing bolts of passion through him.
Where the horse's lips provided the passion, the tight pussy's tight pussy supplied all the pure sex the lion needed. The comforting muscles that contracted in ripples along his member made his balls twitch in anticipation, wanting already to explode but refusing to. His member slid in with noticeable difficulty, though nothing unsurmountable, the tight walls constricted against it but so finely lubricated to allow passage with only enough force. The bobcat's nipples stood erect, her ample bosom jiggling freely below her, heightened cries of passion muffled by the horse but escaping when he would pull out and the bobcat's moans and purrs could be heard with full clarity, ringing exuberant and splendorous. Her strings were strummed by the masterful hands of the horse and lion, and the music was beautiful.
Paws excellently trained to subtly manipulate a guitar pored over the horse's body, the tips working pleasure out of areas the horse had never held them before. Each finger was like a well striking oil, teasing out the most exquisite and esoteric feelings from the horse's body. They traced the fine grooves between his muscles, they danced over his muscled hips pumping slowly away, they traveled along his side and back. The horse's hands could only paw clammily at the lion's small, toned body, not giving pleasure but soaking it in as the horse traced the gentle curves. They melted in each other's embrace, collapsing into the other, their bodies as close as the bobcat between them would allow. The horse was suddenly overcome with an overreaching desire to wrap the small lion completely in his arms, to feel the whole tiny body under his and the small, fit ass around his cock. He clamored over, stepping down off the bar and climbing back up on the other side of the lion, who was now diverting his attention to the bobcat's body. The milky flesh beneath the short fur dimpled slightly when he pressed into it, and he nearly groaned into an orgasm when his small paws held the wobbling tits still.
The horse had his foreskin pulled back, the flushed head poised at the lion's hole, the small toned cheeks spread apart in the horse's hands. The twinkish body shook with tremors and every hair in his close-cut mane seemed to stand on end, already drowning in lust and waiting for another wave to crash over him. The horse leaned over the lion and held onto him tight, then slowly buried his cock into the resisting hole that clenched and squeeze against it. The lion's purrs and pants belied any pain the thick member might have caused, or maybe he was experience from his adventures on the road, but either way the horse's meat sank deeper. The horse finally, with a sudden burst of energy, buried himself balls deep in the kitty, even pushing the lion's own cock to the hilt into the bobcat.
Sweating from exertion, the three of them writhed together. The group was surprised with how quickly they had come to this, highlighted by their half-nakedness. The bobcat's top was still bunched around her neck, resting atop her boobs. The lion's pants were only down to his knees, and the horse's pants had only lowered just enough to allow his cock and balls to spill out, and his tight muscle shirt was still on, despite having bunched up from paws constantly roaming beneath it. Only the lion had the wherewithal to remove his tattered tee, and beads of sweat formed on his small chest an stomach now as he found himself in the middle of the thrusting, humping, contracting, panting, moaning pile they were in now.
The horse pumped into the lion's tight ass, the lion pumped into the bobcat's wet pussy, the bobcat kissed the lion passionately and lifted her paws to the horse, reaching under his shirt to rub his hard, fine body. She was the first to climax, oddly enough, as consistent and calm moans and purrs slowly began to become less paced and more frantic. They were short, almost clipped off, as if the mounting grunts and moans weren't able to keep up with her quickly increasing pleasure. Her pussy tightened and the walls contracted in waves, rolling along the lion's dick, who helped further by licking the round nubs on her tits, feeling himself reach a similar stage as his cock was squeezed and his ass was penetrated, the horse's cock finding every little stationary spot of pleasure and bringing it to life, firing waves of bliss through the lion's body, making him clench his cheeks around the horse who only grunted in sublime satisfaction.
It was when the bobcat's head was swimming as if filled with helium, her vision went blurry, and her whole body seemed to feel numb but for her pussy and nipples that she felt the all-encompassing shocks of ecstasy that signaled orgasm. She panted. She wasn't aware that she panted, but she panted, and she shrieked in pleasure between pants. All this was too much for the lion, whose balls shot up into his body and tender head beat against the bobcat's walls that clenched so snug around him. However, it wasn't the bobcat, but an exceptionally well-placed thrust that hit a spot deep and tender within him that made his balls empty, spilling his seed deep into the bobcat's dripping pussy.
The horse pumped still at the depleted lion, whose head had come to rest among the ample bosoms of the kitty, who leaned up on her elbows, eyes closed, trying to catch her senses. He didn't shout or grunt too loudly, a look of concentration on his face, until he pulled out and took his junk in his hands. After a moment of the last necessary strokes, he came like a fountain, shooting his load all over the lion's back and bobcat's face, catching her by surprise, though she licked it from her fur seductively as soon as she realized what it was.
It started quickly, it ended quickly. But it didn't really end there. The three of them laid on the bar for minutes longer, only catching their breath, trading assorted kisses and licks, cleaning each other in the most sexy ways they knew how. Mainly methods involving the tongue.
And it was the horse who had to take both kitties in each arm and carry them to one of the plush couches and sit them down, the cool leather chilling their bodies. They had begun to come back to themselves, even aware enough to pull back on their clothes, and aware enough to sense the awkwardness setting in. A long night for them all. Couldn't complain with how it ended.
The horse walked back to the bar and poured a few drinks.
The lion discussed life on the road.
The bobcat thanked them both for not kicking her out when they could have.
All three had an awesome story to tell for years.