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  She whimpered. He pulled her across the table, stretched her arms down the far legs. Then with the napkins he tied her wrists tight to the legs. As he stood back, Hannah heard the jingle as he lifted the belt. A welt of pain exploded in a line across the tops of her thighs.

  Hannah sobbed and her tears stung.

  His voice was low. “Did you like that?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “I wonder what I should do about that.”

  She said, “Give me another.” His silence told her her error. “Please.” She added. He did, this time much harder. “AAAAH!” she yelped.

  Hannah lay across the table. Her throat felt tight and constrained. As her weight pressed into the table, her breasts were squeezed. She wanted to say, Please, slap me later. Fuck me now, but she feared it would have the reverse effect.

  Then she felt his hands on her. He squeezed her buttocks. Rubbed her thighs. She felt him relish the heat where she stung, where she had been slapped. He pulled her legs apart. Her bush, her mound, her lips ached with yearning. Hurt to be touched. Rubbed. Spread and filled.

  From behind, his fingers took hold of her mound. She jolted. His thumb pressed on her stalk and her body stretched downwards, pulled against her tied arms, strained to get into his hand. He parted her lips wide with his fingers.

  She felt the warmth of him behind her thighs. Her pelvis trembled. He was so near. He pushed his fingers inside her with an easy, knowing assurance. It was like a killer flying a helicopter with one hand, or a surgeon humming an opera as he opened a patient. Her legs trembled and lifted from the ground. Her flesh was begging for him.

  He slapped her buttocks again. “Oh, God,” she cried, “Yes. Please.”

  Then through her core, a sensation took her over. At her opening was a thick, hard bulb of hot flesh that was not hers. The sensation echoed so deep through Hannah, it was almost a sound. And she moaned and cried out.

  The ecstasy of his hard flesh engaged with hers as it forced her open. The agony of waiting for it to drill its way in. Up. To bring him into her. Hannah gasped. Again the sharp stings of his huge hands against the rolling flesh of her hot buttocks.

  Her buttocks and thighs shook as his hot cock drove her walls apart. Her flesh was stretched by his hard girth. She breathed in, hard and sharp as he forced her open and filled her up. She mewled as he dragged the fat shaft back out again, then she cried out as he rammed it back in.

  Her pussy wept uncontrollably, the juice wetting her ass and her thighs. As the hard cords of his thigh muscles slapped against her wobbling buttocks, she felt her warm wetness on his legs, too.

  He shoved harder and higher, filled her more and more. The hard bone of his pelvis banged into the soft space under her cheeks. The force of his thrusts lifted her feet from the floor. Through her face she felt more than heard the table creak. Its legs skipped.

  Hannah though the table would topple with her tied to it, but then she felt Duncan hold down the edge. His strokes became even harder and his rhythm slowed. Hannah’s pelvis rose and she gasped. Her back stretched and the rising waves of another orgasm built and beat and burst and crashed in rolling splashes inside her and through her.

  Half conscious she sobbed as he pulled out. Then he was in front of her. His hand grabbed her hair. He yanked her head up and the massive mast of his erection throbbed at her lips. Her eyes and her mouth opened wide as he slid across her tongue and into the back of her mouth.

  His hot, velvety ridges bumped over her lips as he shoved his cock into the heat of her soft, wet mouth. His thick rod swelled and pulsed. His moan grew to a roaring, feral growl. Bolts of sticky, salty, hot semen slewed into her mouth and dripped around her lips.

  She wanted to swallow it all. Hannah licked and suckled on Duncan’s cock to take and taste all that there was of his tangy juice.

  Hannah felt out of place and at the same time completely at home, here in the bar of a mountain inn. Hannah who always turned the light off. Hannah who got under the covers and stayed there. Sitting on a bench with a man she hardly knew. Sitting in a public room, absolutely naked.

  With Duncan. Huge Duncan. Hairy all over. Duncan whose brothers were bears. Duncan stroked her curves in the evening glow and their skin shone golden. The light in his eyes showed he obviously adored her body. Adored her.

  His voice rolled like a river, “There’s something I need to discuss with you.”

  “Do I need another drink?”

  “I’ll get you one. Just in case.”

  She watched him rise, the thick downy hair all over his massive frame glistened with a soft sheen in the sloping fading light. Even his shadow as his limber stride took him to the bar. His wonderful ass as he leant over to grab a bottle and two more polished glasses.

  As he turned back her heart pounded. The line of golden hair, pointed down like arrows from his navel, down his abdomen, down to the long heft of cock that swung like a great, slow pendulum between his thick, pumping thighs.

  “I’ve never found a woman like you, Hannah.” Woman. She wasn’t used to being called woman. Certainly not by a man. This was the first man she’d met that she would call man in that same way. “I knew as soon as I saw you step into the doorway. You are what I need, Hannah.”

  She reached her arms towards him. “Wait.” He said. He poured bourbon in both of the glasses.

  “My brothers, Klye, Hamish and I, we’re the last of a line. Ours was the last family to give birth, and there are no females of our age.” He lifted a glass ad handed it to her.

  There was some sparkle in her voice as she said, “Is this something I should hear sober?”

  “Certainly not.” He took up the other glass.

  Their eyes locked as they sipped together.

  He spoke carefully. “There has never been a woman as suitable as you, Hannah.” He watched her take it in, “and there may never be another.”

  She took another sip.

  “I want you to be our mate. I want you to stay here with us, and bear young.”

  His eyes were sad and serious.

  “To give it the best chance of success, I would ask you to take seed from us all. All three brothers would do our very best to impregnate you.”

  She thought about it.

  “OK.” She smiled.

  “You need to think seriously about this, Hannah. It’s serious. Litters are usually of two cubs, but they can be four and sometimes, rarely, six.”

  She thought about it some more. What would her mother say to that? Momma, you remember you said I wouldn’t find a husband, and that’s what I should do? Guess what, I’ve got three.

  “When can we start?”

  “The mating could get rough, Hannah.”

  “Call them.”

  Hannah did manage to complete her studies, and she got a good degree, too. She kept up with the photography, too, although she slowed down quite a lot since she found herself sleeping through much of the winter. The birthing was quite difficult. They could hardly call a midwife. But she gave birth to six adorable cubs.

  Her mother never quite got the hang of what was going on and she continued to rag on Hannah about her ‘diet,’ but she did stop telling her that she needed to find herself a man.

  The family photographs that Hannah took, those of the cubs and the ‘artistic’ pictures of her evenings in the bar with the three brothers, those would have made her a lot of money. But she wouldn’t show them to anyone. Ever.

  Oh, Did you want to read about the rest of that evening?

  OK.

  In the quiet of the empty bar, Hannah’s breaths whispered like a flutter of crepe. Hannah sat in a padded armchair in the middle of the bar room, covered with a tartan rug. Even the soft, thick plaid wool couldn’t mask the rise and fall of her shaking, swelling breasts.

  Her pink tongue lazed out occasionally to moisten her full red lips. Now and then she brushed her hair with a hand when it fell across her face. When she did, when she lifted her arm from under the
cover, the pale skin stretched and revealed behind it how the curve of her full breast trembled.

  Her head turned from side to side to the three doors. Hamish, her guide from before. He looked at Hannah. She looked back at him and as their eyes locked, she gave an almost imperceptible nod.

  Slowly, Hamish unbuttoned his shirt. He pulled it back and out of his pants, revealing his hard, sturdy trunk. He dragged the sleeves down over his thick biceps. He rolled and flexed his broad, round shoulders and Hannah’s breath caught as his powerful pecs glinted.

  As he unbuttoned and lowered his pants, the dark brown hair on his abs and below caught the light. From his dark furry pubic bush sprang a thick, long, weighty cock, bouncing and bounding as it swelled in it’s liberation.

  At the far side, Kyle was stripped but for his boxers. Hannah bit her lip at the sight of his strong thighs. He breathed hard as he peeled his shorts down. His mast struck out, tall and high, it’s slick, dark bulb almost winking at her.

  Duncan stood in the other doorway. He panted. His tongue was out around hips lips. The hunger in his eyes was unmistakable. Kyle and Hamish were as big as Duncan and just as gorgeous, though they all knew that he had chosen Hannah, and that she chose him.

  Duncan and Kyle held Hannah’s arms as Hamish bent her over a couch. He slapped her and yanked her hair as he pummeled her from behind, driving his huge, curved cock up through her wet, grasping lips and forcing her to spread her thighs as wide as they would go.

  Kyle and Duncan got hot and hard as they watched Hamish slam himself into her ass, as her soft, pink flesh shook and rolled. Hamish wedged his thighs tight between hers; forcing her even wider and he beat her in a rising rhythm. His hard hunk slid against her tender, aching clit and made her shout and thrash.

  Duncan and Kyle had to hold her arms hard as she shook. She drooled and yelled when she came, and Hamish reared up so hard and tall, the veins stood out so much on his hard, swollen neck that Duncan and Kyle feared he might shift there and then.

  After he shot his hot load into her gasping, gaping, hungry pussy, he sweated and yelled and the three brothers whooped. They high-fived each other, even though Hamish could hardly stand.

  Kyle loved Hannah’s tits. He rubbed his stiff cock in the warm, fat softness between her bouncing, bubbly pillows and she held him there. Hannah sucked hard on Duncan and Hamish’s cocks while she sat on the edge of a table and Kyle got in between her warm, welcoming thighs and slipped his meat into her wet, warm walls.

  She breathed hard as she felt him rise through her and fill her to her core. His hardness and her softness combined their heat and his wet, glistening body slid close to hers. He fucked her gently, lovingly, slowly. Then he plowed her with a traction like an engine. He pumped and pounded her shaking, enveloping flesh and she held him close when he came to the pinnacle.

  Her hands held the back of his thick, hard neck and she felt the muscles of his strong shoulders roll and flow as his hips pistoned his cock deep, hard and high into her. She locked her legs around his gorgeous, downy ass to pull him as far in as she could and her hips slid her along his rail like a steam engine, puffing hard up a hill.

  When they came, they crested together. They both held each others’ hands so tight it was a wrestle and, as the beads stood out on his brow, he buried his head in her full enfolding breasts and he shouted as he blasted his fountain of love against the soft needing darkness deep within her.

  When Duncan fucked her, he fucked her mouth right into her throat until the saliva hung out in strings and she gagged. He slapped her ass and her thighs and he worked her tiny, soft star open.

  Then he plugged his fingers in it. He put cool lube around it and dragged it open, wider than it had ever gone. And then he drove his massive shaft, breaking, burning, boring through her. Her cries as she bit her arm and banged her hands only made him fuck her harder and harder.

  He fucked her ass in the chair, then he splayed her on the floor. He flipped her on her back and he squeezed and kneaded her huge, soft tits as he jammed his cock up her ass again.

  Then he lifted her, held her against a wall. Held her with his strong hands under her big, beautiful butt. He looked her in her flickering, dancing eyes as his hard, fat cock found her wet pussy.

  Her big breasts heaved as he slid inside her. Her sex sucked him in and she groaned, a long slow, deep groan, as his shaft drilled all the way into her. Her hot, swollen bush met his wiry haft. His pubic bone scraped against her soft, sore mound.

  Her back scraped sore against the wall. Her pussy hugged and held it all the way. She felt the thrum as his beat reached its peak. He pulsed and he pumped and she squeezed her ass and her hips around him. His hot bursts filled her and she collapsed with her head on his shoulder and her arms draped down his back.

  And they all lived happily ever after. Did I say?

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  The warm scent of fur was overpowering in the steamy heat. Sweet and soft, yet dark, musky and hot. Hot in both senses. Across the slick tiled floor, the big, furry beasts loped out of the steam towards me. The rasp of their breath set my thighs trembling.

  Through the mist, as they lumbered nearer, their human forms were barely any less huge than their shifted masses. Without the shaggy fur, though, there was something I couldn’t see before.

  The billionaire bears were all hung with humongous, horny human hammers. All of their great poles rose and stiffened, thickened and hardened as they approached.

  My breath caught in my heaving breasts and my thighs, quivering hot, shook unsteadily on my watery knees. As my mouth drooped open, I wondered if I should keep up my good-little-girl, innocent intern act, or surrender myself to the inevitable.

  My skimpy clothes were so damp, they clung to my skin and I wanted to peel them off. Peel them and tear them. I wanted to stand, dripping in torn, wet shreds, exposed for the team of the Billionaire Bears.

  When I got the call on that Monday morning, I had been sleeping off my second tedious weekend alone in the Big Apple. It seemed like a ridiculous kind of an assignment, but most of the assignments that an intern gets at Golden Ballzack seem ridiculous.

  In the elevator, I once overheard two of the securities team debating which was the lower status, an intern whose daddy had to buy her into the firm, or one who had to work for it because her daddy couldn’t afford to buy her in. My status was the second of those two. My daddy said,

  “Honey, you don’t get anything worthwhile in this life without hard work.”

  I love my daddy, but sometimes he is full of shit.

  I did work like a dog through school and college to get to my miserable, menial internship where the money is. Still the nearer you get, the further away it looks. I had sacrificed everything for this opportunity to get a foot in the door of the great machinery of business and finance.

  I had no social life, I had no love life at all since my freshman year, and that was only a cheating bastard who was doing my room mate while I was in class.