“The Cloak Room” - by Furcreamer
Jim and the guys met in the resort lobby. They were gleaming in formal wear, perfectly tailored tuxedos and shiny leather footwear. Jim walked with a smile on his face, appreciating how well they clean up when they put in the effort. This effort would have an excellent payoff. If plans went well, they would all be sweaty, hot, and exhausted, and there would be a room full of other people’s very expensive furs that were no longer worth anything at all.
“Everybody got the tickets?”
They all nodded, displaying their tickets to the gala “Hawaiian Night” ball. The sun had just set and the sky remained a burning orange falling over the valley to the west. Soon the mountain would be in complete darkness, only the resort lights shining under the new moon. There were already limos arriving out in front of the main conference complex that served as home to the ball. From across the large, freshly plowed driveway they could see the party goers exiting their limos, bundled up in all manner of furs. Jim noticed a lot of pretty average minks, but there were a lot of younger women in big foxes, lynxes and a few chinchillas.
“Dude, we gotta get over there.”
Jim laughed, “Patience. As you can see, this is one event where making our arrival ‘fashionably late’ is very, very important…”
Jim didn’t much care for the waiting either. After having planned this very trip for weeks, the delicious proximity of their final goal only intensified his anticipation. He checked the Rolex on his wrist again. The wait had to continue, at least until an hour after the formal start time. That would assure they arrived as close to last as possible while still giving them enough time to… enjoy the party.
While the local glitterati danced the night away in their Hawaii-themed party, the team would party far harder… in the cloakroom.
* * *
“Check your jackets?”
The coat check girl was just that, not much more than seventeen, and obviously not well paid enough to care very much about her job, considering the lack of enthusiasm in her tones. Jim smiled a warm, genuine smile as he stood in front of the desk. He could see down the short hallway behind her, into the room itself and the prizes hanging so tantalizingly beyond.
“I have a secret…” Jim said, leaning forward towards the young blond in a conspiratorial fashion. The girl’s expression changed to one of curiosity, perhaps the most genuine expression she’d had all evening. She found herself leaning forward. When she did, Jim pulled out a roll of money from his pocket. “Get yourself something nice… far away from here.”
The girl took the money and stared. She looked back up at Jim, then down at the money. “Minimum wage working for these rich ‘tards? Do whatever you want,” she said with a shrug and opened the door adjoining the service window. She held it open while the team ushered themselves inside and then walked away, counting the money.
Counting and suddenly remembering the big bulges inside their dress pants… She turned and looked back briefly, then looked down at the money and slowly walked away.
With speed and precision, Jim shut the service window blinds after hanging up a sign indicating the window would reopen again in an hour. Though they may have desired a longer stay, the hour would be ample time to enjoy while still making a clean getaway.
The rest of the team secured the door, checked for cameras, and took the phone off the hook. In all, it took only a minute to secure their location. By that time the adrenaline flooding their veins combined with the proximity to their prize created very large, very noticeable tents in all their dress pants.
With the room secure, Jim finally allowed himself to see the “haul” his team of powerfully erect comrades would be enjoying for the evening. “Holy fuck, that shit is fuckin’ hot.”
The cloakroom was large and girded on all for sides by silver racks. Only the entrance way was not groaning under the weight of a couple hundred fur coats. Scents of uncounted different perfumes mixed into a strong aphrodisiac, though not as powerful as the chemical ones they’d downed earlier. Those would ensure this party wasn’t over in the first five minutes, considering exactly how completely aroused they were.
“Fuck yeah, this is motherfuckin’ epic.”
“Best idea ever.”
The coat racks sagged under the weight of the party attendee’s furs. There were some “normal” garments mixed in here and there, but the wasted space was minimal. Jim reached out and grabbed the cuff of a particularly full blue fox just to the right of the entryway and drew the cuff up to his nose, drinking the scent of its perfume and its soon-to-be-aghast owner.
In one form or another, almost every fur and garment style was represented in the tightly packed cloakroom. Minks dotted the landscape, but they were the minority. The majority of the furs were fox, with a variety of high-end lynx, sable, and chinchilla mixed in. Atop the racks sat piles of big fur hats and even a few muffs. The mostly full-length coats did crowd against some shorter strollers, jackets, and even a few long stoles and wraps packed in amongst the bountiful group.
Jim had to admit, this small room was any fur fucker’s equivalent of paradise.
Jim’s hand heavily jerked at the blue fox coat’s sleeve, his grip crushing the delicate expensive pelts as he drunk in the flavor. “Screw the foreplay, let’s fuck'em all,” he seethed.
“Hell yeah!”
The team exchanged few hand slaps, but quickly joined together in a near-simultaneous pull on their zippers. Already completely engorged and straining for release, fat, dripping cocks sprang through the open flys, eager to ravage the room full of helpless victims.
Jim tugged the sleeve of the blue fox beauty he’d been “snorting” down to the top of his raging erection and wrapped it around. His fist clenched it tightly as he started to pump the fur. Still partially attached to the heavy wooden hanger, the coat slowly shrugged off as Jim’s repetitive movements pulled it down. The coat remained upright though, caught between a white mink and black fox to either side. So tightly packed into the racks was the ankle-length fox coat that it wouldn’t fall down even completely divorced from the wooden hangar.
The rest of the team joined in, fanning out to pick their own targets.
Kendal went for a plush black sable coat with a wide shawl collar. He didn’t bother with the sleeve. Tugging hard, Kendal pulled the full-length sable coat from the rack and then draped it over the rest hanging in front of him. This gave him the ability to ass-rape the back of the coat, running his wet, steaming dick across the ultra-soft sable pelts and leaving wet streaks of precum. The gooey streaks glistened atop the rich, dark sable fur as his cock pushed through the deep pelts.
Ahmed’s big palms fell on a particularly large, pristine arctic fox with a strong perfumed scent. He rubbed the cuff around the tip of his hooded dick before letting it drop and simply thrusting into the side of the coat, and the two or three foxes and minks on either side. The arctic fox and the coats around it swung slowly on the long coat rack as his body pressed inwards against them. The ripples of his thrusting caused coats around to sway. His stiff cock pumped alternately into the arctic fox coat directly, and then in the tight sandwich between the arctic fox and the white fox to one side and the red fox to the other.
Marcus, Dean, and Freeman began triple-teaming a heavy blush fox stroller. They draped the coat over a folding chair in the middle of the room and were crowded around. Each man eagerly drove their engorged cocks up and down the sleeves and collar of the coat, jockeying for best position on the soft, aromatic stroller. The silken lining had the initials MJW embroidered in fancy letters. Marcus took a moment to wipe a wad of precum from the tip of cock with those initials, “Yeah, bitch, that’s just a taste.”
Big Willie, his beer can thick dong dripping through the fly of his trousers, continued to “shop” while the rest were well into their first victims. Notorious both for his dick and his inability to control it, Willie searched the racks.
“Jesus, Willie, what’s the hold-up, this is a fuckin buffet man,” Kendal teased while plowing the black sable.
“Yeah man, can’t go wrong.”
“Fuck you guys, I want something special,” Willie retorted. He stepped into a far corner section, spied wisp of gray-white crushed between 2 huge fox coats, and grabbed. He pulled a full-length chinchilla from between the two foxes, whose thick, fluffy bodies had effectively hidden the shorter haired fur between them. “Like this bitch.”
Jim, pumping his dick with controlled strokes, laughed, “Aw, fuck man, that bitch’ll pop you in 2 seconds.”
The guys laughed. “Yeah.”
“Fuck all ya’ll, been practicin’, can rape the shit out this fine piece of ass for an hour if I want.” Willie, his cockhead wet and slathered with sticky goo, too a moment to open the coat and clean his dick with the liner, leaving dark streaks on the light teal liner. The finely hued blocks of gray-white chinchilla fur that comprised the ankle length coat were of obscenely high quality, that much of apparent in the coloring and thickness of the pelts.
Willie, his dick now mostly dry after the rough molestation of the fine silk lining, closed the coat and laid it over the furs hanging on the rack in a manner similar to Kendal’s sable. In a moment of anticipation, Willie regarded his chinchilla prize, took a breath, and thrust his wide, stiff cock into the side of the chinchilla fur coat.
“Oh yeah, bitch, yeah!” he shouted.
Willie came on his second thrust, his cock spurting ropes of load up and down the side of the coat. Rich white wads painted staggered lines that cut across the borders of the delicate rectangular pelts. Thick and obviously teeming with sperm, Willie’s load blasted out at least twelve separate bursts in rapid succession. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he cried, the sensation of sperming the gorgeous chinchilla coat one of the most pleasurable of his life.
When it was over, Willie’s fresh, steaming load plastered the side of the chinchilla, ruining the fragile fur with just about twenty total seconds of “work.”
“Hah, fuck man, that was awesome, but I told you so,” Jim said with a smile.
The big man panted in the aftermath of the speedy, violent orgasm. His cock still bounced up and down as his ass clenched and unclenched continuously. “Awwwww yeah.”
“Watch this shit,” Ahmed proclaimed proudly, wrenching attention from Willie’s splattered chinchilla to his fluffy arctic fox coat. His repeated jabs against the coat as it hung atop the over-stuffed racks sent shivers through the silver metal bars below. The shaking in the coat rack intensified as Ahmed’s long cock jammed deep into the side of the soft fox coat. Ahmed took hold of the silver rack with his hands, which curled over the tops of the tightly packed coat hangars. Using the rack for leverage, he kept pounding away until he pushed himself back with a loud grunt.
As he stepped back, cum arced from his cock and began cutting through the sleeve of the arctic fox and the foxes surrounding it. Ahmed kept his hands free, simply standing there with his cock exposed and spurting across the collected furs before him. His big cock jerked up and down as it shot, the long white ribbons of cocksnot gushing up and hitting the various sleeves in front of him. The arctic fox took the brunt of the blasts, though the white and red fox sleeves to either side were liberally drizzled with splatters and blobs of goo.
“Fuck, nice shot, man!”
“Oh yeah, yeah yeah!” Marcus shouted and began unloading his ballgoo against the blush fox stroller he’d been collar fucking whilst watching Ahmed’s orgasm play out. Marcus’s nut squirted deep into the fur as he just kept pumping and spewing at the same time. Wet, soggy fox fur slapped against his bloated penis all while he continued to jerk himself with the collar. His dick spit the cum into the fur and then immediately ground it into the pelt with the thrust that followed. Marcus injected nine full jets into the blush fox stroller’s collar before he finally stopped.
Dean and Freeman took over, their own cocks set off as they received the full close up of Marcus jizzing the collar of the same coat they were fucking. On the site opposite Marcus, Freeman shot his nut into his side of the blush fox stroller’s collar, his cock pulsing hot, fresh load into the soft fur. Freeman’s spunk shot across the side and back of the collar as he rubbed the underside of his cock with the back of the coat. The smell of hot cum mixed with the scent of the owner’s perfume as the two loads ran deep into the costly pelts.
Dean, who stabbed his cock through the sleeves of the coat, shot off. He’d been pumping the two cuffs of the stroller furiously as he watched Marcus and Freeman’s orgasms play out. His cockhead appeared through the bunched up sleeves and spit up big shots of thick white vomit down the back of the coat. Long bursts painted extended white lines down the back of the light tan fur. The long soft guard hairs of blush fox sagged under the new weight of Dean’s fresh cum, stuck together in foul, wide, stains that when dried, would render the multi-thousand dollar coat worth little more than a toilet rag.
The fox stroller’s collar and now the back were a sticky, matted mess of freshly spent cum. Kendal and Jim, who had been pacing themselves, took their own cues and increased their pace.
Kendal, standing behind the full-length black sable draped over the racked furs, tossed his head back and shouted, “Take it bitch, take up your fucking ass!” After a less intelligible series of groans, he began to unload across the back of the sable coat he’d carefully chosen as his first victim of the night. The expensive, lavish sable coat probably equaled or exceeded the cost of the chinchilla Willie had so quickly ruined. Kendal appreciated the fact that he’d made the sable coat suffer a lot longer than Willie’s speedy execution of the chinchilla.
His load flashed pearly white lines across the dark fur, creating a perfect contrast of wet, jagged white on black. Lines of his cum crossed in a random, top-to-bottom pattern, flowing at shallow angles to the direction of the wide, deep pelts. Kendal’s cock leapt with the power in his explosive orgasm. The longest bursts cut nearly from the bottom to the top of the entire ankle-length coat. “Fuck yeah! Here’s a little more!” he shouted as the final spurts of nut blew from the tip and splattered across the soft sable fur.
“Yeah, you like that my big sable bitch?”
Jim’s swollen nuts didn’t give him time to think about how the ruined sable coat would answer that question. “Unnnn… yeah… yeah… yeah… YEAH!” he gasped, feeling his groaning sac tighten up as his cock pumped through the sleeve of the long blue fox coat. The whiffs of the owner’s perfume combined with the soft sensations of the fur to create an exceptionally powerful orgasm.
Cum discharged in big stringy blasts from his swollen glans and spilled into the soft fluffy pelts. He kept pumping, gasping and spraying his nut into the sleeve for a good thirty seconds. Some of the big load scattered to either side, wetting down the furs hanging around his chosen victim. The collection of furs on the rack around the target blue fox coat swayed due to the force of Jim’s frenzied motions.
Soon the sleeve, up to the elbow, sagged under the weight of his sloppy, gooey wads. Formerly plush, glistening pelts were matted and stuck in white masses of gummy, steaming load. Jim heaved a heavy, satisfied sigh, “Yeah, fuckin’ whore, you know you love it.”
“Nice one, man,” Dean said as Jim held up the sleeve triumphantly.
“Yeah.”
“Fuckin’ A, let’s do more of these sweet, sweet bitches,” Jim announced, grabbing the sleeve of the blue fox he’d just spunked and pulling it down. The first orgasm of the night had exactly the opposite the usual effect. Jim and the rest felt energized, eager for more.
Once pulled from the over-stuffed racks, Jim tossed the stained fox coat over the chair Dean and the others had set up in the middle of the room. It landed on top of the similarly slimy blush fox which had already enjoyed their “tender mercies.”
“Yeah, let’s spread the spunk around a bit! Kendal dumped the sable he’d just raped on the pile and grabbed another couple, a white fox and black mink, and tossed them on top.
Willie, not satisfied with his performance on the chinchilla, tossed it atop the pile and grabbed another couple foxes, crystal and red, for good measure.
In all, at least twenty coats, both clean and already stained, were piled over the chair in the middle of the cloakroom. Jim took the lead. He looked around the shelves that capped the racks, searing for a suitable victim.
Finally, he grabbed the crystal fox hat that matched the one in the pile and started jerking himself over top of the big pile of furs in the middle of the cloakroom. The others picked through the ample supply of hats and muffs piled on the shelf over top of the wall racks. Soon they were all jerking their cocks over top of the pile of furs.
Willie found the chinchilla hat that matched his recently ruined paramour and smirked. “Yeah, Big Willie is back!” He wrapped it around his cock and started pumping. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Too fuckin’ soft!”
Willie grunted after just three strokes and his cock started fountaining long streams of cum across the pile of furs. The couple at the top, a lynx-dyed fox and a sable stroller, suffered the rain of fresh semen directly. Willie’s second load was even bigger than the first, sending fifteen stiff, long pulses of nut into the folds of fox and sable piled up atop the chair. The other guys cheered him on.
“Nice job, man, made it 3 whole strokes that time!”
Willie, sweat dotting his brow from the effort of the big orgasm, threw the chinchilla hat on the pile. The hat, wet and slick from being the cradle of Willie’s huge ejaculation, landed in some of the spunk splatters and soaked up even more white goo. “Fuck man, no more of that chinchilla shit for me,” Willie said.
“I’ll get the bitch for you,” Ahmed said with a smile, stroking his cock with a big blush fox hat. The oversized pillbox hat curled around his dick, the fat head poking out each time he pulled it down the length of the shaft. Ahmed bent lightly and aimed directly at the freshly discarded chinchilla hat now sitting atop the pile.
“Eat this,” he grunted and shot his load directly on top of the hat. The ultra-soft chinchilla that so effectively milked Big Willie was drenched by Ahmed’s direct cum shower. His dick sprayed thick white threads of cocksnot from one side to the other. Practiced as he was, Ahmed nailed the hat directly with each shot of cum, not allowing any to slip away to the furs on the pile below.
When he finished, the chinchilla hat was a gooey mess on top, completely destroyed by multiple spunk shots.
“Aw fuck man, that’s fuckin’ beautiful,” Dean gasped as Ahmed’s ejaculation came to an end. His cock, draped in the center section of a white fox wrap, popped out the end and began launching large blobs of nut into the pile. Dean’s cumshots weren’t strong, but thick and heavy. Long, thick loops rolled out the flared glans of his cock and splattered in wide white blobs against the side of the pile. He drenched the collection of sleeves and collars hanging off the edge of the furs piled on the chair. Fox, mink, and sable, his cum ran through them all. “Aw, yeah!” he gasped, pumping the soft white fox over his cock and enjoying every second of the perfect fur orgasm.
Jim, try as he might, couldn’t hold back as Kendal’s big loads ran through the sleeves and collars. His cock popped in a stream of nutbutter that seemed to last nearly five full seconds. Sweeping his cock from left to right and back again, he shot his second load of the night all over the pile of furs, hitting more than he could count. The bloated sac beneath his dick teemed with fresh sperm from the drugs he’d taken the hour before. They were truly a gift that kept on giving as thick, paste-like babybatter rained down on the coats in front of him.
Jim’s orgasm sent the rest into their own. Kendal, Marcus, and Freeman came together, while Jim still shot his load. The last four guys together showered the pile with a steaming rain of viscous, smelly spunk. The long cascade of load that vomited from their dicks left the pile of furs completely soaked in fresh semen. Furs of all colors were now coated in white and gray-white stickiness. The smell of the massive amounts of sexual effluent completely overtook the mix of individual perfumes that once suffused the room..
“Fuck. Yeah.”
“Holy shit, that’s fuckin’ epic!”
“Hell yeah!”
“Goddamn we hosed those bitches!”
High-fives were exchanged all around. Jim regarded the big pile of completely slagged fur with a very deep sense of satisfaction. Not just because he’d had two of the biggest orgasms of his life, either. It was truly a job well done.
Though the chemicals could keep them going far longer, Jim instead checked his watch. He figured discretion would be the best course of action. The longer they spent the more likely the might be discovered by some-
“Oh.. my… gawd…”
Jim turned towards the entryway. The last statement was neither triumphant nor male. As he feared, the cute, young blond coat check girl stood in the open entryway, key in hand and eyes wide as saucers. Those eyes were flicking between the pile of spunked fur in the center of the cloakroom then around to the stiff rods that created it.
“Look-” Jim started.
“Hey, fuck all these rich assholes,” she said suddenly, as she saw the looks on the guy’s faces. “If I’d had known you freaks were doing this shit… I’d have offered to model for you.”
Jim paused for a moment, attempting to think more with his mind than the raging, bloated pole jutting through his cum-stained black dress pants. That effort did not last long, and he looked her in the eyes, “Not too late…”
“Uh… aren’t you boys a little… tired?” she said, shrugging towards the pile of furs and massive cum stains covering it.
“Do we look like we’re finished?”
All the guys still had rock hard erections. Their cocks turned from the pile of furs towards the coat-check girl. “Uh…. guess not…” A brief look of trepidation crossed her young features, but then she shrugged, grabbed a crystal fox coat off the rack to her immediate right, and pulled it on over her black and white concierge uniform. “So, can you freaks hit a moving target?”
“Hell yeah, white girl!”
“Bring it on!”
“Oh yeah!”
Jim held out his hand and ushered her from the entryway to the middle of the room, next to the furs piled up atop the folding chair. “Make a seat for the lady,” he said.
The response was immediate. The guys pulled the pile of cum-soaked fur coats from the chair and simply dumped them on the floor in whatever direction was convenient. Perhaps a big garbage can would have been appropriate, but unfortunately unavailable at the moment.
When the chair was free, the coat-check girl took her seat. Her crystal fox coat was a prize, very full with a nice shawl collar and richly woven double-bevel sleeves. The coat’s owner was obviously quite a few sizes larger than the diminutive blond, who was a few inches short of median height for a girl of her age. The heavy coat hung loosely about her shoulders, but Ahmed helpfully pulled it higher, wreathing her face in the soft crystal fox while she pulled the long sleeves back to free her hands.
The guys crowded around, the seven of them jockeying for position. Jim got right up front, staring the coat check girl down and firmly directing his big cock at her face. She stared up, giggled a bit, then opened wide and started sucking the end of his cock. She raised her hands, grabbing Ahmed and Kendal who stood to either side of Jim and began pumping their dicks.
Dean, Marcus, and Freeman flanked Big Willie, who stood opposite Jim directly behind the seated blond, carefully pushing his fat monster into the back of the crystal fox coat’s wide shawl collar. Locks of blond mixed with the darker fur as he stroked himself with it, while Dean and the others had more than enough space to slap their cocks on either side of her shoulders, sleeves, and collar.
“Suck it, yeah,” Jim moaned, looking down at the girl's blond hair bouncing back and forth against the soft crystal fox as she worked to get more and more dick in her mouth. Kendal helpfully grabbed her hand and tugged up the sleeve of the soft, dense fox fur into her palm. Despite the lip lock on Jim’s dick, she figured it out quickly and was soon jerking both Ahmed and Kendal with the fur coat instead of her palm.
Jim enjoyed the direct oral stimulation, the hot wet feeling of her mouth sucking on the tip of cock sent pleasure up his spine. The view was the best part, though. The pretty blond coat check girl in her huge oversized crystal fox was a sight to see. He felt his balls swelling as the sensations grew longer and faster. This one was no slouch in the blow job department. Perhaps there wasn’t much else to do in remote ski resort towns.
Willie, with two pops under his belt, kept pace with the rest of the guys. His fat cock pumped the back of the fox collar, feeling the deep, plush fur envelop his cock and the blond’s hair tease the tip. It was Dean, who humped against the side of the collar to Willie’s right, who went first. The long, slightly curved cock pumped through the soft shawl collar over the shoulder until it opened up with a stream of fresh nut.
Dean pumped looping wads that slapped the coat check girl in the side of the face, plastering her cheek then running down into the crystal fox collar. The cum glued blond hair and crystal fox fur together where his powerful bursts slathered the side of her head in hot, steaming jizz. “Fuck yeah!”
“Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeeaaaaah!” Ahmed, moaned, just to his right. After trying to keep his cool against the continuous fur job the girl gave him through the cuff of the crystal fox coat, his front-row seat to Dean’s explosive orgasm triggered his own. His cock fountained white load and the girl kept on pumping, causing a white, sticky mess to form in the cuff of the crystal fox coat. With a herculean effort, Ahmed kept his own hands away, allowing the coat check girl to completely finish him off.
Soon his cock, her hand, and the tan-brown fur between was a gooey, bubbling mess of fresh spooge, matting the fur and ruining the pelt as the stroking motions ground it in. “Shit!” Ahmed gasped, finally pulling away from his sensitive post-orgasm cock as the girl just kept pumping it through the moist, messy fur.
“Time to even things out a little,” Freeman said, quickly jerking his pole with the other side of the crystal fox collar. Opposite Dean, Freeman planned carefully and aimed his cock like a hose at the other side of the blond’s face. Thick spurts cut clean white lines through those blond locks, over her cheek and down the side of the fox collar. Freeman grunted with each of his ten bursts of nut, furiously pumping to keep the spray up as long as he could. Some even shot into her ear, but she didn’t seem to notice as she kept sucking away on Jim’s dick.
Marcus purposely dipped his cock and came across the seated girl’s lap, where the over-sized crystal fox coat bunched up. The girl was much smaller than the coat’s owner, and the bunched up rolls of excess crystal fox were an inviting target. Shots of splooge fired across, draping themselves in long, thick lines over the fluffy rows of crystal fox. Marcus’s shot ten clean white lines across the top of the girl’s lap before he finally settled on wiping the tip of his freshly spent cock against her sleeve.
The coat check girl’s face was now plastered on either side, and both sides of her collar supported big, bubbling piles of fresh ejaculate which mirrored the long lines crisscrossing her lap.
To the rear, Willie, despite his best efforts to hold out even longer, released a particularly satisfied grunt and began to hose down the back of her head. Streams of stringy ball juice wet her head from top to bottom and didn’t stop before they left big, gray-white puddles in the back of the crystal fox collar.
The furious beating of spunk on the back of her head did cause a reaction. Her eyes widened and she flicked a glance to the side, but she never released her lip lock on the end of Jim’s cock. Even Willie’s third massive nut of the day wasn’t enough to completely distract her.
“Fuck man, you ready to double team this pretty face?” Kendal said. His cock rested firmly in the grip of the girl’s right palm, wrapped like Ahmed’s and the end of the sleeve.
Jim nodded, “Fuck yeah, time to truly hose this bitch down.”
The girl’s eyes shifted between Jim and Kendal and narrowed. She began pumping and sucking faster, a perfect non-verbal “bring it on” of her own. Jim felt the final build-up to release begin like it had many times since she began her deep blow job, but this time he did not will it away. This time the release began, preceded by his right palm pushing the coat check girl off his cock.
“This is frosting, not filling, bitch,” he said as her lips popped off the end of his long, fleshy erection. Kendal and Jim both took hold on their cocks and jerked, far beyond the point of no return.
“Hell yeah!” Jim grunted and felt the first explosive blast of cocksnot erupt from his swollen sac and slapped the blond right in the forehead. Kendal’s first shot hit less than a second later. The two men came in slightly staggered bursts, both of them with balls so swollen to this point, there was little identifiable pause between each streaming wave of cocksnot. Jim’s first three pulses looked more like one full stream of pissing semen that cut across her forehead, down her right eye, and over her cheek.
Kendal’s shots nailed her left eye, leaving her lids glued shut by the big build-up of fresh, burning spunk. More shots followed and the sounds of their wet slaps cut through the small room. Jim and Kendal’s cum blasts destroyed the stunned girl’s features, whiting them out with cum that looked more like old paste and stuck just as effectively.
The remainder shot down the front of the crystal fox coat, soaking it just as effectively as the wearer’s face. Long heavy spurts rained down on the front of the soft crystal fox collar then landed in the lap of the seated girl’s coat, where the joined Marcus’s freshly spent nut. Not a drop missed as the experts at fur execution delivered their shots with precision.
When it was over, the girl sat coated in jizz, with what may be an amazed look her face were her features more than partially visible under a shell of fur-fueled cocksnot. She held up her arms slowly, the sleeves of the crystal fox coat sticky and wet like the front, “Oh gawd, you fuckers are totally awesome!” She scooped a couple fat, juicy lumps of spooge from her eyes.
“Hate to cream and run, but considering…”
“Yeah, baby girl, might as well keep that fox as a memento. Pretty sure the fat cow that owns it don’t want it no more.”
Jim shook his head, “Yeah, time to leave, guys. You might want to run your own ass outta here, too.”
The girl got to her feet, the huge, soaked, fox coat even heavier now with the soaked in spunk. She then just grabbed a couple more clean fox coats from the racks and started running. “Later, freaks.”
Jim laughed, “C'mon, guys, I think our work is done here.”
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