Story – The Big Fur Hit – Part 1
“The Big Fur Hit”
Part 1 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 cellphone 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 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 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.
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