Story – The Magnificent Miss Trisha
“The Magnificent Miss Trisha”
by FurCreamer
Trisha bought her new fur on a Saturday afternoon. The visit to the local salon had been something a whim, but the Christmas bonus this year was quite the hefty sum. She saw no reason why she shouldn’t indulge herself.
The attendants at the upscale furrier been very helpful, showing her the current stylish designer furs from Fendi, Donna Karen, and Issac Mizrahi. Trisha found them acceptable, but she found them lacking as well. As she tried them on, she found she did enjoy the softness of the sheared mink and beaver. The sensations were exquisite enough that she even felt her pulse quicken. Trisha felt odd, then a bit ashamed at her reaction. That past quickly enough as she tried on the next one, then the next one, and the one after that…
Though certainly fulfilling on a certain tactile level, it was the image in the tall bank of three mirrors that kept disappointing. The designer furs she saw were very streamlined, with a low silhouette. Trisha was finding she didn’t much care for that, but the softness of the sheared furs, even the longer haired minks, continued to provide a bit of flush to her complexion.
The sales attendant seemed to sense Trisha’s initial, cautious arousal. The tall, well proportioned blond was oblivious to the attendant. Trisha’s blue eyes narrowed on the next selection, a Fendi ski jacket of sheared mink with dyes of red, white, and yellow to form stripes along the front and back and around the arms. Though she enjoyed the brightly dyed colors, thin, streamlined silhouette did nothing for her. Why wear a fur that could hardly be recognized as… a fur?
The saleswoman sensed her prospective client’s disappointment, and, in order to avoid her own financial disappointment, she asked if Trisha had a better idea what she was looking for.
Shrugging at first, Trisha tried to remember what had first given her the idea to come out and buy a fur with her bonus in the first place. After a long day at the office, it took a moment to take the memory from the haze. Her full lips responded thoughtfully, “I was watching this movie on TCM, an old one, with Barbara Stanwyck… The Magnificent Mad Miss Manton, I think… Those furs they had, they were big, huge, full… I haven’t seen anything like that yet. Do you have some of those?”
The sales lady nodded her understanding, “You probably saw some fox furs. Back then, they made them big, especially around the 30’s. Hardly the style today, but I think we have a few that might suit your needs.”
Trisha nodded, her pulse suddenly quickening as she remembered more, and the promise of a full fox fur loomed ahead. She’d always been an old movie buff, and had seen quite a few of those old, “unstylish” furs. They were gorgeous. Who cared what the style was… Why buy a fur and not bury yourself in it?
Trisha hurried after the saleswoman, she felt her body tingling, and a familiar sensation spreading between her thighs. It had been late that night, and she could only remember vaguely how her hand had slipped slowly down her stomach, under her slip, and into her panties while Barbara Stanwyck and her friends paraded around on the television in glorious fox coats, wraps, and collars. Her fingers had parted her wet lips, slipping up into the hot, sticky recesses of her pussy. Gliding in and out, she’d moaned, her eyes never leaving the screen when the furs were there. They were there for some time indeed…
Trisha suddenly became conscious of the saleswoman again, and the spreading dampness in her panties.
“Miss?”
Offering a weak smile, she replied, “Sorry, I was thinking about something else…”
“Here is a selection of more ‘traditional’ fox furs,” she said, holding out a hand to indicate a discrete section of a rack in the back of the salon. Trisha’s eyes widened. Indeed, she’d found what she sought. “This is sliver fox, one of the more common, as is this blue fox here. We also have a crystal fox and amber fox here. We have a couple fox boas, but they’ve been sheared somewhat… and it seems you don’t have the taste for that.”
She was right, the small fox boas had been cut down, still soft, but no longer as full as the sumptuous coats before her. Trisha shuddered softly as she reached out to touch the sleeve of the blue fox. Despite herself, her fingers dug in, squeezing it and stroking the liquid smooth pelts.
The saleswoman asked pointedly, “Would you like to try it on?”
“Oh, yes, yes of course,” Trisha gushed without quite realizing. She waited for the woman to take it down, afraid to do it herself lest she find herself too weak in the knees from its softness. Trisha held her arms back as, the attendant slid it up on her shoulders by threading Trisha’s arms through the heavy double bevel sleeves.
Trisha became weak just the same as the blue fox coat settled about her. The weight of the coat was surprising to her, yet erotic just the same. Trisha breathed in the scent of the fur as the big shawl collar teased her cheeks and ears. She reached up unconsciously to pull her flowing blond mane from under it and let it flood around collar and shoulders the coat.
“This coat is rare these days,” the saleswoman said with an appreciative nod. “It’s full pelt, with the large, high-back shawl collar, double bevel sleeves, and gauntlet cuffs, certainly a large fur on anyone,” she said, then, seeing Trisha in it, added, “Though we might have to let it out some in the chest to accommodate your… measurements.”
Trisha wasn’t paying any attention to her. She was simply melting through the fur, letting it work its magic. She hardly noticed the dampness soaking through her panties, nor the pearl white drop that fell from between her legs to the pile carpet below her. Neither did the saleswoman, exactly, though if Trisha had been aware enough, she would have noticed her sniffing the air. The fur clad blond’s scent was powerful now.
The attendant merely nodded, “Shall we try anymore on, or will this do?”
Suddenly torn, Trisha looked at the other coats. She wanted them all, of course, but the bonus would only go so far. The tag on the coat read nine-thousand dollars, reduced from fifteen. The others were less expensive, in fact, she could have gotten the sliver fox and crystal fox both for the same price.
“This coat hasn’t moved in some time, we’ve had to mark it down. Fox isn’t all that fashionable right now, especially a coat of this size,” the saleswoman explained helpfully. “A shame, really, there’s still a rather expressive grandeur about a coat like this. Quite regal in its own way.”
“I’ll take it,” her voice almost a moan. She did some mental calculations then asked in a stronger voice, “Do you have a hat that matches it, maybe?”
The woman perked up, “Why yes we do, actually, another item we we’re trying to move. I’ll make you a great deal on both.”
Moments later Trish wore a heavy, thick soft crown of blue fox that perfectly matched her new coat. It was like a dream. The round hat had a brim that expanded a good four inches all around her head, and itself was almost five inches tall. The immense hat was the perfect match for such a coat. The attendant lead her back over to the desk to complete the paperwork. She didn’t bother to ask if Trisha wanted to take the coat off or have it bagged for transport. The answer to that would be obvious.
As she wrote, and Trisha merely mechanically signed what was offered, the woman said, “It’s interesting you’d be so enamored by a coat like that. Mostly it’s male customers who find those kinds of coats attractive.”
“Guys? That’s strange. Never thought they’d show much interest in it either way,” Trisha said thoughtfully. She pondered it a moment, wondering how men could hope to enjoy a coat like this. Women know fur better than men, it was just that simple. “Guy’s just don’t seem like they could appreciate a coat like this,” Trisha remarked as she signed another sheet of paper.
The saleswoman affected a wry smile, “Some do. They have their reasons….”
Before Trisha could inquire further, she folded all the papers into an envelope and handed to her. “There you go, it’s all yours. Do enjoy.” The woman’s eyes flicked back down to Trisha’s bust. “Oh, and if you’d like to make an appointment to have the front let out some, just give us a call.”
Trisha nodded, “Of course I will. Thank you sooooo much, have a nice day.”
* * *
Trisha felt like just running through the cool streets to show the world her new furs. She did indeed take a diversion to a small upscale mall near the salon to walk around, just feel the blue fox about her body. She was aware now of the dampness in her panties but was far past caring. The weather was cool, not especially cold, and she garnered quite a few looks. She noticed the men who looked were more than merely wondering why she was so warmly dressed. Trisha smiled to herself. An attractive woman in the first place, she was accustomed to guys giving her tits more than just a second glance. Now the huge fox coat garnered a forth or fifth.
Unable to stand it any longer, Trisha hurried back to her car and drove recklessly for home. Her single condo stood near the top of the complex. She made hurried hellos to the doorman, who, leering more than usual, complimented her new coat. Trisha was in the elevator before she could make reply. After the short ride up to her floor, she burst through the elevator doors in whirl of fox fur and walked briskly for her door.
Trisha fiddled with the keys until it swung open, only just remembering to lock it behind her. She hurried to her bed where she began to strip. Relinquishing the enormous blue fox coat was a necessary, and temporary evil. There was no hesitation as she slid out of the arms and draped it over the end of her silk sheets. She treated the remainder of her professional attire with less care, pulling and straining to extract herself. Her panties pealed down with a wet sucking sound. The aroma drifting from them charged her even more.
She pulled at the buttons of her blouse, her patience wearing thin. Finally she resorted to ripping it open, revealing the lacy pink bra below. The front hook came undone willingly and her large, pert white globes were freed. Nude, her hand reached out once more and took hold of the huge blue fox coat just above the shoulder, under the big collar. The nipples atop Trisha’s curvaceous tits were at full attention, and a line of clear fluid ran down the smooth flesh of her inner thigh.
Again, the marvelous weight of the coat astounded her as he drew up from the bed. The heavy feel of pure, natural softness brushed her skin as Trisha drew the fur to her body. Arms wrapped tightly around the big coat, she hugged it to her big rack, fingers sinking into the amazingly soft, deep blue fox. Finally, she relinquished the grip and swung the heavy coat to the back, hooking her right, then left arms into the big, double bevel sleeves and drawing it up over her shoulders.
Trisha moaned, the heat from the fur contrasting marvelously with the cool air now rushing over her exposed pussy and tits. Her left hand took hold of the left front collar and rubbed it up and down between her fingers and palm while the right dove directly into her pussy. She slid three fingers inside while her thumb circled the large, hard bud of her clit. Trisha’s body shivered with pure excitement. The stimulation from her hand’s stroking of the fur was just as important as the thumb and fingers in her pussy.
Trisha’s back arched as she lay on the bed, the tall blue fox hat never having left her head. Up until this very moment the idea of a ceiling mirror seemed the ultimate expression of bad taste. She would order one tomorrow at work.
The mind’s eye would have to suffice for now. There she could see her deliciously busty body, sheathed in the immense coat, with the soft hat on top of her head, moaning and straining as she teased herself. Trisha’s left hand roamed over the fur coat; up and down the collar, down the sides, across her tits, rubbing her hard exposed nipples with the big cuffs. Just the mere sensation of the heavy fox coat drove her into a passion filled frenzy. Soon Trisha bucked up and down and grit her teeth, suddenly trying to hold back. Too late for that.
Trisha’s neatly trimmed pussy lips splattered forth a gush of grayish white fluid as she screamed atop the bed. She pulled her soaking hand free and another gush blew forth, this one a pure stream from her wet lips. Trisha’s body arched on the bed, her hips thrusting upwards as more long, hard squirts blasted from her body.
Trisha was unable to stop herself. The fluid was sticky and translucent, with highlights of white and gray. Trisha’s squirting ability was something she’d dealt with ever since puberty. The fluid was soaking into the silk lining of the blue fox coat, the longer arcs spraying out over the bed and wetting the hairs at the very fringe of the lining. A vast, steaming pool of Trisha’s squirt formed in the lining just below her pussy, gathered around her ass cheeks. Her thighs were streaked with it down to the knees, dripping with the slimy substance. Trisha’s squirts trickled down to a thicker white ooze as her breathing slowed and she relaxed.
Following some deep, long breaths, Trisha worked up the strength to move. She rolled off the bed, causing a cascade of pussy juice to splatter to the carpet below. She shrugged out of the big blue fox coat for the second time since pulling it on in the salon. With mixed emotion she looked at the dripping silk lining, turning it over to see that the fur itself didn’t appear to be damp, save for the very bottom where it was partially exposed. Trisha hung it up on sturdy hangar bolted to her bedroom door and reluctantly removed the blue fox hat. She climbed into the shower and turned on the warm water. Trisha’s body was exhausted from the force of the orgasm the fur gave her.
* * *
Once in the shower, Trisha’s mind wondered back to the movie, how rubbing her hard clit then had charged her with the idea to spend her bonus on a fur. The black and white images of 1930s celluloid shaped themselves in her imagination while her hand slowly washed away the fresh female ejaculate from her thighs. Soon her fingers did more than merely wash as her fantasy played out in her’s mind’s eye and the white noise of the shower stall…
She could see Barbara Stanwyck’s fur cuffed hands rubbing and stroking the furs of her six companions. In a plush, NYC penthouse suite the classic beauties kissed and rubbed one another’s furs, breath fast and bosoms heaving. Trisha licked her lips, watching Barbara suck the ample tit of one of her socialite friends, her cheek teased by the soft fur collar of the woman’s big fox stole. The petite blond squealed with delight from Barbara’s skillful tongue.
Miss Stanwyck’s hands reached down and pulled down her panties, leaving the damp folds of the blond’s labia exposed. Barbara’s fur cuff rubbed up and down the exterior of her playmate’s pussy while her other friends each took at tit, their fur collared faces suckling them tenderly.
Trisha’s hand worked deeper inside her pussy as the water beat down. The images so clean and clear in her mind sent very real pleasure through her body…
Barbara’s tongue probed deeply into the soft, wet folds of her blond friend’s pussy, causing the woman to moan, arching her back and sending her big fox collar to ruffling. A raven haired lovely with a tall white fox collar and muff on her right forearm reached up under Barbara’s dress and began to fondle the star’s wet, sloppy pussy-lips. Barbara now moaned, her licking of the damp, wet lips of her blond companion slowing some as pleasure overtook her.
Someone dangled something in Ms. Stanwyck’s face and she smiled, looking up with glistening lips. The little brunette with the silver fox short coat handed the regal beauty a huge strap-on dong. Trisha’s body quivered as it hung in her mind’s eye, a magnificent, very real looking rubber cock with two huge sculpted nuts hanging beneath it.
With a devilish smile, Barbara took off her skirt and panties and pulled the fuzzy belt tight around her waist. The foot long slice of rubber dick was slick and lifelike as it rose from between her plush crystal fox coats’ tails. Her friends looked on with awe and appreciation, their hot, sweaty fur clad bodies shivering. The one with the white fox collar dipped down and opened her mouth to try to fit the dong’s massive cockhead into her mouth.
Barely able, she sucked on it while two more fur accented lovelies ran their tongue along the slick shaft. Barbara moaned and shook in her big fox fur as if it were real. The others rubbed her pussy lips from behind. Her face betrayed no particular emotion at these attentions. Ms. Stanwyck would book no more delay, and the white fox collared woman was turned on her knees and made ready.
Trisha’s gasped audibly in her shower, cut off from the world and firmly planted in the fantasy playing out in her head. The particularly captivating image of Barbara Stanwyck in big fox furs and sports a huge dong had created a fresh gush from between her legs.
Barbara Stanwyck’s foot long strap-on dong pushed into the tight pussy lips of the woman in white fox. The little brunette and her furs squirmed, a classic mix of agony and ecstasy on her face and Barbara worked the big dong into the tight pussy.
Trisha cried out briefly, the thought of such a filling experience in her own pussy, attached to that classic beauty clad in such sumptuously huge furs, was building fresh, copious squirt juices inside her. Already the beating shower water mixed with her slick bodily fluids as she imagined the huge strap-on drive impossibly deep into the squealing woman’s pussy.
Barbara jammed her hips in and out without pause, pumping and pushing the huge dong all the way in then back out once more with each powerful stroke. Each time it emerged a fresh, dripping glean of pussy juice covered it. The other women licked at it, slurping up their friend’s fluids while rubbing Ms. Stanwyck’s own wet slit under the massive fake balls of the dong.
Her own pelvis gyrating quickly, Trisha tried desperately to prolong the sensation as long as possible.
Barbara, huffing and moaning, as each deep stroke with the dong sent jolts of ecstasy right up her spine. Suddenly she gasped, and the big fur clad ladies pulled their well fucked companion off the huge strap-on, turning her to face Barbara. The fine classic features of the Barbara Stanwyck twisted into a mask of pleasure, all framed by the huge collar on her crystal fox coat. The ladies gathered before Barbara, and she gasped.
Trisha’s pussy spasmed then, her orgasm cutting loose as she watched the surreal fantasy unfold in her mind.
The huge strap-on dong began to spurt white streams of hot sticky fluid. Barbara screamed, her hips bucking in ecstasy as the foot long cock erupted with sticky wads of goo. The woman in the white fox collar was hit squarely in the forehead, the white stuff pouring over her nose and down her chin, and splattering into her collar. She gasped, shocked, and soon to be hit by two more forceful ejaculations. The creamy stuff flying from the dong cut heavy white lines over her cheek, her hair, and down deep into the pristine white fox.
Barbara’s high-society socialite girlfriends clamored for it, the dark haired owner of the silver fox short coat leaned in, taking a massive shot to the side of her head, spraying up and down her cheek and all over the shoulder and arm of the silver fox. Pearly white lines crisscrossed the soft silver fox fur. She took another spooge-shot full in the chest, the hot dickgoo squirting high into the collar, sticking like thick white glue from top to bottom.
Pushed to the side another woman took her place and pumped the fountaining dong of international superstar Barbara Stanwyck. New full jets of hard cream hit her nose and lips, pasting across her face. She licked at it, letting it shower the front of her high collared blue fox vest. Solid white gouts of cum burst into the blue fox, the unbelievably thick jizz splattering up and down the soft, full pelts. The vest was streaked with it, up and down, matching the white mess of its wearer’s face.
Ms. Stanwyck seemed unable to even comprehend what transpired as she continued to orgasm. A red-head in a rich red fox stole grabbed the dong for her share, letting it spurt into her open mouth, greedily sucking it down. The sheer volume could not easily be contended with, and another solid burst caused her to choke. Cum rolled down her chin and over her exposed chest. The dong squirted free, hitting the right side of the stole with pure white cum, sticking it to the woman’s arm and chest by the glutinous bands of cock-sauce.
Barbara shook in endless orgasmic delight, her friends faces and furs soaked with the hot, viscous bounty the huge dong provided. They appeared in a daze, looking as if someone had tossed buckets of white paint directly at them. Barbara collapsed, the dong still spurting, her image fading away to a gray nothingness.
Trisha lay nearly unconscious in the shower, the water beating down on her body. It began fill up around her ankles and she blinked. The remnants of the fantasy were still vividly real to her. She shivered some even under the hot water. The power the fur exercised was undeniable. A mere consideration of the blue fox coat hanging out in the bedroom gave her jolts of post-orgasmic bliss. She remembered the sales woman’s remarks.
Impossible, men could never hope to appreciate fur like this.
Her eyes settled to the drain, where the water pooled slowly around a deep, thick puddle of a white substance that now clogged it. The slightly blemished trail lead directly back to Trisha’s aching pussy lips…
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