Author's Note: Sometimes you just want to read a story about a girl with a big ole peen having messy sex with other people's property. This is that story.

“The Big Fur Hit” - by FurCreamer

Tiffany propped the heels of her shiny latex thighboots up on the coffee table and sunk back into the depths of a massive fox stroller coat. The height of her mane of red hair mixed with the long, sparkling guard hairs of the coat’s white fox tuxedo collar, itself large enough to cover the entire front of the coat.

With a sigh, she snapped up the remote to the wall-mounted plasma screen and activated it. It flared to life quietly, and Tiffany began flipping. The low hum of the air conditioning kept the well-appointed room a chilly 50 degrees but became background noise as the TV’s speakers filled the room.

The sound of Aki rummaging around in the kitchen provided brief distractions as the images of the channels flew by, one after one. Her long red nail tapped the “up” button on the remote with military precision. Less than a second passed before the next channel appeared, until…

-billionaireses fur mogul Tatiana Romanov keeps what she calls the ‘perfect three’ on display in her chalet in the Swiss Alps. Housed in hermetically sealed cases in the center of the chalet’s largest room, these three magnificent fur coats are said to be the 3 most expensive in the world. One lynx, one chinchilla, and finally the most expensive of the most expensive, a single Barguzin sable coat.

“These are the finest of the fine, each one took years to create, selecting on the finest of the finest pelts from all my farms, storing them, and giving them to my best artisans. Each one is styled to maximum expense. The largest collars, the largest sleeves, and cuffs, large belts to close them, everything about them is designed to be the largest, most extravagant examples of their kind.”

Security at the chalet is high, as each coat is appraised at over one million Euros each, the sable nearly two million alone. Miss Romanov claims the combination of the remote alpine location and the security keeps her treasures safe.

“Certainly I have no fear for them. They are my prize, years of work went into each.”

Asked if she ever planned to wear them, Miss Romanov scoffed.

“No, these coats are to be worshiped, not worn. I couldn’t bare the thought of a single hair out of place on them.”

For Glamor Television, this is Melissa Malvini reportin-

The channel flipped.

“Wow.”

Tiffany leaned forward and turned her head to see Ami standing beside the couch, staring. “You have to want to fuck those,” she said with an expectant smile.

Tiffany shrugged, “You don’t?” When Ami’s expression served as a succinct reply, Tiffany continued, “Screw it, too long a flight to get there… when I’ve got a grade A furjob just a few feet away…”

Ami huffed briefly, “Maybe I suddenly developed carpal tunnel syndrome…”

Tiffany smirked, tossed down the remote, then fished a cell phone from the pocket of the enormous white fox stroller coat in which she lounged. “It would, though, be quite a shame for those bitches not to be completely and totally fucked up…” she said while dialing.

Ami waited while the sound of a pop-song ring-tone played out. Tiffany’s eyes rolled. Fortunately, it terminated quickly.

“What do you want?”

“Brusque as ever,” Tiffany smiled, “A girl after my own heart.”

“Time is money, spill.”

“Bianca, stop trying to make me regret letting you go…” Tiffany warned. “Besides-”

“-Letting me go? Are you kidding-”

“-I have something you’ll enjoy… On both a financial and… purely orgasmic level.”

“I’m listening.”

* * *

12 Hours Later…

Bianca stood before the display case in the center of Tatiana Romanov’s chalet’s grand room. To her right, the light of a beautiful day in the Alps streamed past the lavish deck and through the 20-foot tall windows.

She pulled the cuff of her gigantic black fox coat back from her right wrist and checked the face of the expensive timepiece there. From start to finish, her hastily executed plan took only twenty minutes to accomplish. Letting the huge round cuff slip back she admired her reflection in the glass case. Most “burglars” weren’t so effective and fashionable at the same time.

Bianca Montross stood six foot six atop the six-inch stiletto heeled knee boots whose polished black leather surface was just visible below the nearly floor length sweep of an enormous black fox coat. The silky fox hairs matched her own very full head of raven-black locks, pushed high aloft, yet still retaining more than enough left over to spill down over her shoulders to the small of her chiseled back.

High cheekbones and a sharply defined chin would place Bianca’s face on any runway in the world’s fashion capitals. The remaining curves of her body would not, though. Most designers did not make “off the rack” items to fit Bianca’s rather ample “rack.” Pulling her huge fur coat open, she revealed those voluminous breasts, held up by a tightly buckled black leather corset that matched the boots.

The bloated expanse of her fourteen-inch erection also posed a minor obstacle to her modeling career.

Hanging now, only partially engorged, between her smooth tan thighs, the heavy slab of flesh had yet to reach its full potential. Bianca wore nothing between the boots and her corset, allowing her heavy equipment the freedom it required for the “work” ahead.

Stepping up to the ornate display installation, her long nails tapped the thick, bulletproof glass. Each of the magnificent specimens hung on an abstract mannequin form, devoid of specific facial features. In the center, perhaps the single most valuable fur coat on the planet hung, the Barguzin sable. Flanked on either side were the runners-up, the lynx to the left, and chinchilla to the right.

Upon hearing of them from Tiffany, Bianca initially scoffed. Learning the history of their creation caused her to reconsider. Seeing them up close, convinced her. Mere inches away, her trained eye could see the quality in each and every inch, every hair on every pelt exuding perfection. These were the fullest, most pristine examples of any fur she’d yet encountered.

Bianca jumped a bit when a cool sensation suddenly electrified her spine. She stepped back and looked down, realizing her now fully-engorged cockhead had brushed up against the glass. A wet blob of white goo stained the otherwise polished clear surface, connected to her flared, hot pink cockhead by a single white string.

The edge of her lip curled into a smile. She flicked her eyes up and to the right, to one of the many security cameras which rung the large room and monitored the cases and the majestic furs within. The cameras ran, documenting everything, as she intended. The rather poor excuse for security personnel manning them would not be watching. Well, not live, at least.

No, Bianca’s preparation assured she would have ample time to give these beauties everything she had.

Bianca took pride in timing, and the sudden rush of sexual power gathering in her bloating sac told her the chemicals flooding her body were right on time. She felt the smooth, darker skin of her scrotal sac expanding as her testicles plumped and began working at thousands of times their average capacity. She pressed herself to the glass, ignoring the chill now, licking the glass over the tall hooded lynx coat.

Click.

The front window to the white lynx’s case opened. Bianca slipped the key back into the pocket of her black fox coat as she swung the tall case door wide. Before her, the white lynx hung on the mannequin. Chosen only from the most pristine, white pelts, there was only a hint of the brown hairs that comprised much of the standard quality lynx.

Bianca stepped into the huge case. Such was the size of the large display installation that she fit comfortably inside despite her height. The coat had been made for someone even taller than her heels-augmented height. Such was the point, after all, all three coats were enormous.

Briefly, Bianca hesitated, savoring the moment before the first contact, enjoying the anticipation prior to the vile acts to come. She imagined the helpless coat begging to be spared. So rich, so young, so doomed, she mused. Then the wet, sloppy dripping tip of her cock shoved up against the big full fronted collar of the coat at waist level.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh…”

Pleasure rushed from the tip of her shaft and through her body, pure perfect pleasure of soft fur on stiff cock. The blobs of slick, chunky precum built up on her cockhead slid off into the deep, plush lynx fur, leaving a dark, wet streak of matted hair. Cleaner, Bianca pressed herself up against the tall mannequin, sliding her big shaft up against the front of the most expensive lynx coat in the world and humping it like a two dollar whore.

“Mmmm…. mmmm… mmmmm… yeeeaaah…” she moaned. Ringing the chalet’s great room from all sides, security screens showed the act from all angles. Bianca humped against the mannequin, which was quite securely fastened to the floor and provided an excellent base for her powerful thrusts, even as they became more and more frenzied.

“Take it, mmmm.” Bianca’s thrust into the front of the huge lynx coat, grinding her hips up and into it with all the strength she could muster. This would not be a tender, respectful act of love. Her cock leaked steadily, leaving white strings of fresh precum spun out over the soft, perfect pelts. In response she moved, flanking the wide, huge coats to the right where dry expanses awaited her.

Squeezed against the glass, her own huge black fox coat lay flush against the side of the display case window. Pressed between the mannequin and the case on the right, Bianca gasped and pumped her hips. “Yeah, yeah, ohhh yeah!”

Thick white ribbons of fresh spunk shot from the top of her flared, now red, cockhead, firing up into the sleeve and down the side of the white lynx. “Nnnnnh, nnnnnh, nnnnnh!” More followed the first, hard white shots of cum as thick as paste, glued instantly to the fur upon landing.

The heavy stench of her jism quickly drove out the dry, almost sterile smell of the formerly sealed case. The wide, thick blasts erased the elegant black spots of the lynx fur, leaving only glutinous streaks of gray-white instead. Bianca’s first orgasm lasted nearly a full minute of fountaining streaks. Her moans of pleasure slipped from the open case and rolled through the empty chalet.

Finally finished, Bianca extracted herself from the tight space between the coat and the case, checking her handiwork. The left sleeve and flank of the white lynx were heavy and wet with fresh, bubbling nut. Long streaks plastered the tall, white guard hairs down, forming dark channels of wet sexual goo through the remaining dry patches of fur.

Bianca sighed, leaning in to sniff the dry clean fur of the lynx coat’s hood. She drank in this scent mixed with the overpowering smell of her own mounds of nearby ejaculate. “Mmmm…” she smiled. Her cock never flagged once the orgasm finished. Still, it bounced, rock hard, between her thighs.

She grasped the white lynx coat’s tall hood, drawing it down from the featureless mannequin. Taking hold, she jerked downward, pulling the heavy coat from the mannequin’s shoulders and down into her hands. Misjudging the sheer weight of the coat, Bianca nearly dropped it.

Hefting it, Bianca stepped back from the display case. Such a huge fur bitch couldn’t get away with just one violation. This was such a beautiful hood, why not “waste” it? Cock wagging back and forth between the folds of her black fox coat, she walked across the room to a set of lounge chairs. She dropped the huge hooded lynx onto the seat of one chair, then carefully arranged it so the hood hung off the end.

“Now… to work up something worthwhile…” she mused, returning to the cases to stand, briefly, before the second most expensive fur in the world, the enormous chinchilla. Comprised of the widest, thickest pelts she’d ever seen, the checkered pattern of fluid grays sported a wide tuxedo collar and elbow length cuffs. The round edges of the tux collar flew out nearly a full six inches over the shoulders at the top. Its opulence was only multiplied by the fact the collar was double-sided.

Bianca’s cock drolled a long line of sperm down the glass as she drank in the majesty of the coat. “Oh, yesssss…”, purred, able to wait no longer. The key opened this case, just like the one before, and the tall glass case slid open.

Bianca’s first act was one of pure denigration. She grabbed the left cuff of the chinchilla and used the fur like a dirty bath towel, cleaning the tip of her cock with the softest fur in existence. The wet blobs of spunk attached to the tip of her cock from the first orgasm sank and spread across the short, gray-white hairs, completely ruining them in a few short seconds.

Mostly clean, the stiff fourteen-inch pole rubbed up and down the flank of this beautiful, ultra-expensive fur. “Oh, yeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEeeessssssssssssssss” she moaned, feeling perfect pleasure rush through her cock and throughout her body. Bianca stroked both up and down and side to side, running her huge cock across the supreme softness.

It wasn’t long before fresh, steaming blobs of gooey load began sluicing from the tip. Long white streaks cut ragged lines across the gray/dark gray squares that comprised the coat. The smooth gradients of color were cut up by the stark streaks of white ballpaste left in the wake of her pleasured humping. Soon Bianca found herself thrusting at the mannequin harder and harder.

Her plan had been different, but this smooth chinchilla bitch just wouldn’t wait.

Bianca abandoned her original goal and simply launched herself into the fur. This tall mannequin, like the one holding up the lynx before, was sturdy enough to take her enthusiastic thrusts. These were yet more violent than her first assault on the lynx, as Bianca’s desire to rape the shit out of the huge chinchilla coat took over.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!” she groaned, feeling the soft fur pleasuring her huge dong with each savage thrust. Bianca became little more than a feral beast, fucking the coat for the pure pleasure of it. The wide, veined shaft of her cock rammed into the fur over and over.

Bianca hurriedly gathered up a bunch of the wide sweep of the chinchilla in her hands, pulling it away from the base of the display to wrap around her shaft. The sheer size of the coat allowed her to wrap even her massive erection three times in the downy pelts.

Rearing back she slammed into the makeshift bunched up chinchilla pussy, gasping in total pleasure. Back arched and neck tilted, she pounded the soft fur brutally, enjoying each and every moment of excruciating punishment delivered to the expensive fur bitch.

“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS!”

Unable to prolong the feeling or hold back the inevitable, Bianca’s cock exploded into the bunched up chinchilla coat. She felt the dry softness of the fur give way to the wet, slick sensation of the hot, bubbling spunk flooding around her shaft. Each spurt shook her entire body, the big black fox coat she wore swaying with the pleasured shudders.

Just as thick as the first load, this one glued the coat to her cock before she finally pulled it free of the wet, sloppy mess her spurts created within the layers of fur. Releasing the bunched up hem of the coat, it flopped back around the base of the mannequin with a loud splat. The huge swaths of fresh semen were plainly visible. Wide, thick streaks, combined with heavy blobs of stuck-on spunk, were everywhere.

Bianca’s load steamed in the cool air of the chalet. A few more fresh spurts hit the upper side of the coat as the orgasm finally subsided, adding some single white streaks to the messy patterns of cocksnot glued to the pelts.

Bianca didn’t pause for any afterglow.

Like the lynx before it, she dragged the ultra long chinchilla off the mannequin and out of the display case and over to where she’d dumped the lynx coat. The fourteen-inch rod between her legs bounced as she moved. The sleeve she’d used to clean it with before succumbed to the same indignity yet again. She wiped the splattered, gooey remainders of her load from the long, stiff spear of cockmeat.

Satisfied her hard fuckstick was once again ready for action, Bianca proceeded to take the opposite sleeve of the chinchilla coat and wrap it around the base of her shaft. The long sleeve and the wide cuff managed to create quite the long tube of pure chinchilla ecstasy for her cock. The rest of the coat simply remained in a pile in front of her boots as she steadily began pumping her cock through the fresh chinchilla.

The lynx lay on the chair before her. The huge hood of the lynx hung off the edge of the chair seat. The lynx coat’s hood was double-sided with a big, fluffy fringe. Bianca’s impressive height allowed her to straddle the chair. She spaced her legs apart with the seat of the chair, and the pile of lynx, between them.

She then began pumping her cock with the sleeve of the chinchilla coat. The tip of the huge throbbing prick pointed down, into the open, inviting hood of the lynx, now a welcoming bowl for the next geyser of cocksnot from her chemically frenzied ballsac.

Bianca’s savage yearnings returned despite having just raped the shit of the chinchilla only moments earlier. She’d hoped it would satisfy her passions long enough to allow her to savor the moment just a bit longer before emptying herself into the lynx hood.

Her nuts only seemed to be working harder to make the next cum blast larger. The urgency in her red, stretched sac propelled her to harder and harder strokes with the sleeve of the huge chinchilla coat. She did enjoy the same sensations as before, running her cock through the soft, plush fur, wrapped so tightly around the angry red flesh of her fuckstick.

“Mmmmmph… yeah…” The gasps of passion escaped her lips, becoming louder and more urgent as the speed with which she pumped her shaft increased. The friction warmed the chinchilla fur as it rubbed the veined skin of her cock. The open, circumcised tip of her dick was completely free to enjoy the softness.

“Oh yeah… fill this up…” Bianca moaned through clenched teeth. A streak of cum rocked from the flushed, purple head of her cock directly into the hood of the lynx coat. Another followed, and another after that. Bianca’s aim was perfect. She kept her cock on target as it sprayed streaks of cum in long arcs down into the open lynx fur hood.

Stripes of white looped over the edge of the hood’s fringe and then down into the depths, filling the hood with her fresh, steaming bursts of jizz. Bianca’s balls churned, sending potent, fur destroying spunk down her dick and into the soft white lynx. The white goo pooled at the bottom of the hood. It sagged in response, drooping lower and lower with each shot of fuckslime raining down from above.

The sleeve of the chinchilla caught strings and blobs of cum as she pumped her dick with it. The milking action created long strands of sticky greasy cream that gathered around the curled round end of the sleeve and snapped as she pulled it back down the length of the giant pick.

Bianca’s third orgasm, and second on the lynx, lasted the longest of the night so far. When the final heavy dribbles of nut snapped from the tip and splashed in the pool below, she had shot nearly thirty times into the lynx hood. Taking a deep breath of the pungent odor, Bianca stepped away from the chair. She fluffed her long black fox coat before looking into the hood to see the results of her latest orgasm.

The hood of the lynx coat was completely frosted by her steaming loads, and in the center lay a big pool of gray-white cumpaste. The hood sagged off the edge of the chair seat due to the weight of Bianca’s nasty, thick spooge. The perfection of the white lynx’s giant fluffy hood had been completely annihilated in the orgasmic fury.

“That’s so hot,” Bianca moaned, rubbing her fingers through the huge collar of her own black fox coat while grasping the enormous chinchilla with a vice grip in the other. She breathed heavily, staring at what had once been the most expensive white lynx coat in the world and was now nothing more than a bucket for her cum.

The urge to orgasm again overtook her quickly, and the chinchilla was more than just handy. Bianca hefted the multi-kilo coat, turning to the side she had not shot her load on while in the display case. It was certainly one of the perks to such an enormous fur that there was just so much to fuck, Bianca thought.

Standing, she wiped the length of her massive dong with the sleeve once more, scooping up and wiping away the remaining blobs of spent sexual goo that still clung to it. Once clean, she drove the raging fuckstick into the flank of the chinchilla coat, gasping out loud as she sunk into the deep, soft pile of the softest fur imaginable.

“Oh yessss….”

Her urge to fuck and fuck hard took over, and Bianca dropped to knees, bunching up the massive chinchilla coat into big mass of folded and bundled fur. Dropping to the floor before her Bianca hunched over the big pile she made of the coat and rammed her cock into it. “OH, OH, OH, OH!” she cried.

Laying atop the coat on the floor of the chalet’s great room, Bianca raped the chinchilla as hard as she could. She savagely pounded her throbbing fourteen-inch fuckstick into the fur with long, powerful strokes. Her big black fox coat shook and swayed with each jerk of her body. The flowing black hair swept from the back and dangled down into the carpet as her face twisted with the effort exerted.

After mounting the giant chinchilla coat, Bianca raped it on the floor for nearly a full five minutes, most spent desperately trying to prolong the experience. Her usual control over the massive tool failed this time in the heat of her passionate rutting.

Tossing her head back into the collar of her huge black fox coat, Bianca screamed in pleasure as her balls began pumping scalding hot spooge into the bunched up chinchilla. Her fourth orgasm of the day was off and spurting. She felt her thick, sticky cocksnot vomit uncontrollably into the ultra-soft, ultra plush fur. Over and over her fat prick shuddered and spewed while she imagined the poor chinchilla coat screamed in protest.

Bianca felt the formerly soft insides of the bunched up ball of chinchilla fur become soggy and wet. A grotesque amount of splooge began spilling out the sides of the bundled fur coat and leaking onto the floor around it. She didn’t care about the loss of softness, her cock kept at, shooting more and more and more into the coat.

Soon it was nothing more than a big soggy mass of spunk and fur. Bianca gasped and moaned as she pulled her spend dick from the slick, sticky mass underneath her body. Thick fucklube slathered and coated the entire length of her fourteen-inch prick. Below, what had been the second most expensive fur in the world, was little more than a spent tissue full of steaming white cocksnot. Thick puddles of cum oozed out the sides and top of the pile, expanding across the floor in all directions.

Quaking a bit from the fury of the orgasm, Bianca rose to her boot heels once more. The edges of her black fox coat were now spotted with thick white streaks where it soaked up the leaking cum puddles around the chinchilla. The huge, thick shaft swayed between her legs, adding additional stains to her black fox coat where it bounced against the edges.

There was only one coat left, and Bianca was, by no means, finished. With the lynx and chinchilla completely destroyed, all the remained was the single, enormous Barguzin sable coat. It hung in the center of the display, alone. The cases to either side empty, their former residents in ruined piles of spunk and fur on the floor behind Bianca. The flushed, purple head of Bianca’s cock left streaks of white cum on the glass when she walked up to the remaining sealed case.

The sable was the most expensive of them all. It wasn’t merely floor length but included a train that added an additional five feet of fur to the end of the coat. The sleeves and collar were the largest of all three coats. Each rich, black and brown hair glistened under the display lights, a brilliant tapestry of softness and beauty representing years of work and the best pick of the best pelts in all of nature.

Like a lust frenzied animal not nearly sated, Bianca admired her final victim while her cock leaked steadily against the glass. When the glutinous mass of gooey precum flowed down the glass and reached the base of the display, she opened the case.

A light breeze preceded her, as it had the all the others when the seals were broken. Bianca simply shoved her wet, dripping cock into the front of the sable. She left a wide, ragged white streak as the long, sensuous hairs soaked up the thick white jelly clinging to her shaft.

“Yeeeeaaaaaah…” she moaned, feeling the fur take hold of her cock, feeling it slip into the deeper depths of the sable. “Yeahhhhhhh…”

Bianca’s hips leapt forward, battering the front of the tall sable hanging off the mannequin in the display case. Soon her shaft was clean, and the front of the sable was not. Dripped and streaked with spent jizz, the waist of the most expensive sable coat in the world was no longer the pristine beauty it once was. “Mmm, now you look like a big cheap whore,” Bianca moaned, proudly taking in the huge stains.

She snatched up a single big cuff of the Barguzin sable, wiping the fresh precum sluicing from the wide slit at the tip of her dong. She then slid the sleeve up and down the base of her shaft. The long, dark hairs brushed so softly along the sensitive base of her vast flesh stick. Bianca gasped at the sensation, the equal of the chinchilla, if not better.

Bianca squeezed further into the big central display case. The back of her huge black fox coat collar pressed to the glass as she threaded her way from the front of the case to the left side. Wedged between the flank of the coat and the glass, Bianca could easily thrust her hips deep into the depths of sable before her. Up and down, the corpulent head of her cock rose and fell against the tall expanse of the most expensive fur in the world.

Leaning in she drank the sweet smell of the pristine fur, her senses overloading in the sights, smells, and most important feels of the sable. Bianca’s big boobs pressed into the sable, framed on both sides by her black fox coat. “Oh yes… oh yeah… oh yes!” she moaned, feeling her orgasm build as the soft sensations of the sable overtook her body. The distant feeling of release drove closer and closer, and her thrusts became faster and faster in response.

“YEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” she screamed.

Spurts of her shemale load arced up and into the side of the rich, dark, Barguzin sable. Bianca’s face twisted as she felt the powerful orgasm rock every inch of her body. The big, fat wads of paste-like cum jet from the tip of her cock as if launched from a pent-up geyser. Up and they flew, painting long streaks into the sleeves, cuffs, sides, and up the broad edge of the sable coat’s enormous tuxedo collar.

“UHN, YEAH!”

Bianca gave her self totally into the act, spewing wads of cum up the sable as her hips rocked and the mannequin struggled to stand up to the passionate pounding. The time codes on the multiple security cameras recording the act timed this last orgasm at nearly three minutes. By the time she finished, white gobs streaked the left side of the sable nearly completely and a pool developed in the base of the display case.

The stench of her spunk emanated from the open case, filling the chalet’s great room in a manner the ruined messes of the lynx and chinchilla had not. The thick, chunky blobs of fuckslime clung to the Barguzin sable fur in wide, gray-white swaths.

Breathing heavily from the long, focused effort, Bianca extracted herself from the case. The sides and front of her own black fox coat were now heavy with back splattered nut. Drops hung from her corset and coated the vast expanse of her tit flesh, drooling slowly into the deep crease in between. Some blobs even dangled from her own long, bouffant hair.

Looking back at the mass of freshly puked spunk coating the left side of what had been the most expensive fur coat in the world, Bianca admired her work. She then looked down to the steel hard rod that remained a full attention between her legs. She could walk away now with a certain degree of satisfaction, but…

…no, she wasn’t quite done yet.

Bianca spied the couch and quickly decided on a fitting finale. Such a long, long coat needed her complete attention. She walked back to the case and pulled the soggy sided sable down from its mannequin. The coat, already rather heavy due to its sheer size, felt even heavier with the addition of her fuckcream to the side. Bianca dragged the long fur from the case, across the chalet great room to the luxury couches near the main window.

The sun was setting, the light pouring through the tall windows that separated the great room from the large deck beyond. With a heave, Bianca flung the huge fur out across the couch. She spread the sable out across the couch, bringing every inch of the Barguzin sable up to face the world and her colossal, throbbing, fourteen inch, fur destroying cock.

The coat laid out before her now, completely at her mercy. The huge stains on the left side from her first orgasm remained, but there was sooooo much more to fuck…

Bianca fell on the coat like a predator flush with bloodlust from its previous kills and looking for that one final fix. The fourteen inches of fuckspear between her legs ground into the back of the sable as she drew it to her body. The size of the coat easily supported even Bianca’s tall form, allowing her entire body to descend on the fur.

Rutting like an animal, she fucked the back of the Barguzin sable coat. Spread out over the couch, the entirety of the fur was hers for the taking, and she pumped and pressed her dick into it as hard as she could. As her precum oozed out and wet the fur, she shifted, easily finding newer, softer areas to satisfy her rabid fur-fucking lusts. Mounting the sable coat from “behind” as she did, Bianca commenced to brutally ass-raping it.

The sides of her huge black fox coat swayed as she threw her entire body into the effort. Her big tits wobbled, dangling down against the back of the huge collar of the coat. She felt the long hairs rub on her erect nipples. Moaning with the pure pleasure of fucking the most expensive fur ever created into oblivion, Bianca used all her willpower to prolong this exquisite experience as long as she possibly could.

The chemicals pumping through her nuts kicked into high gear as the state of her arousal reached its highest peak. Her heavy nutsac ballooned outward, filling with the thickest, most potent jizz yet, despite what would be its sixth time in less than an hour. The big, smooth sac slapped back and forth between her thighs, hidden under the wide tail of her black fox coat.

“YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!”

Bianca tried to make it last even longer, but there’s only so much even she could take. The sight of the huge Barguzin sable laying out underneath her body on the big couch, taking her savage thrusts over and over, propelled her over the edge. The feeling of pure softness sliding along the underside of her massive fuckstick gave way to the day’s most powerful orgasmic sensations.

Tossing her head back and screaming, Bianca’s cock exploded thick geysers of fuckpaste up the back of the powerless sable coat. Rich, dark fur splattered white in the flash of an eye. Despite the filthy, thick potency of her seed, it rocketed out like water from a fire hose. Streaks of cum appeared, one by one, running up the back of the coat, over the sweeping collar and down the side of the couch.

Bianca’s body shivered with the rolling bursts of pleasure, snapping from her cock up her spine and through her body. This was truly the most epic fur orgasm she’d ever experienced, and the runners-up had occurred only moments before. Each wet slap echoed through the open room as more steaming cocksnot splattered over the sable. Some landed atop fresh fur, others simply added to the bubbling mounds already accumulated.

Bianca grabbed up a big cuff of the coat and pushed her cock up against it, shooting more load down the sleeve. One sleeve gone, she picked up the other and squeezed her fourteen inch monster between them and kept unleashing her cum. The gooey, pungent loads blasted the sleeves and soaked deep into the pelts, assuring their complete destruction.

Finally, she pulled the top of the coat back, folding the giant tuxedo collar of Barguzin sable around her cock and soaking every conceivable inch of it in a final blizzard of burning hot spooge.

Panting, sweat beading her temples, Bianca finally relinquished her grip on the collar and the coat fall away from her cock. It landed with a loud splat. Red and still throbbing, the massive shaft deflated slightly. Below it, the collar, like the rest of the Barguzin sable coat, lay in complete ruin, fully frosted with the violently vomited dickslime. Years to create, and just minutes to destroy.

“Oh… fuck… yeah…” she moaned softly.

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Tiffany unfolded herself atop the piles of fox coats strewn over the couch. The giant pink fox coat she currently wore meshed with the others as she sat. Her long red nail depressed the power button on the remote and the plasma television powered.

Shocking developments in the fashion world today. Fur mogul and billionairess Tatiana Romanov was rushed to the hospital this morning after suffering a massive heart attack. Reports indicate the heart attack was the result of returning home to find her remote chalet in the Alps was robbed, including her collection of the most expensive furs in the world.

The police haven’t released a statement on the robbery but sources indicate that there may have been more than a simple robbery to provoke such a reaction in Miss Romanov. Glamor Television will keep following-

The cellphone in her pink fox coat’s right pocket rang. Tiffany glanced at the number flashing on the display, pressed “MUTE” on the remote, and answered.

“Pronto!”

“Your Italians for shit… The video feeds have been copied to the IP you requested. High def, so, good stuff.”

“Very nice,” Tiffany replied. “It seems as if you may have killed Miss Romanov, so I expect it will be a good show.”

“One of my best, thanks for the tip,” Bianca purred. “And I’m sure Miss Romanov will pull through. Perhaps she’ll learn not to place so much value on material things.”

“Ah, yes, this was all just a very pointed morality lesson.”

“No, it was an amazing fuck, 3 actually.”

“Exactly.”