Don’t Kill Over Spilled Milk! (Closed)

[milkmaiden38]

Bessie

Bessie Wright purred as she sipped the last of her Mai Tai. The drink had been what she needed. Took her right back to the islands! The spiced rum and coconut rum and sweet fruit juices flooded her body with fresh life.

With the emptied glass, she placed it back down on the table before leaning back in her chair. She let her eyes fall on the beautifully decorated The Lily Pad Café. The place was busy as usual and with her large cow ears she could easily overhear the louder patrons’ conversations as they rang out all around her. At a table to her right, two women were talking about her. They wondered if she was a supermodel. Bessie smiled to herself… “nope, you got that wrong… I’m a high-class escort” she thought to herself. But it made her feel good when women even were drooling over her looks. Several table beyond that one was a group of pigs discussing the latest crimes that had hit the city the previous night. Bessie would have listened more, but the pigs were... well, eating like pigs! And it really turned her off.

“Would you like refill?” The sweet waitress asked, causing Bessie to look up in surprise. The human girl standing over her had thick locks of rich auburn hair cascading down her shoulders as her blue eyes looked at her.

“Yes please.” Bessie answered, smiling as she watched the waitress turn and walk to the bar.

“Hey, Bess… sorry I’m late” A deep male voice said behind Bessie.

It was her current “boyfriend” Jacques Jarcas, or as most people called him Jaq. Jaq was a smaller man but handsome in a roguish way. He had long raven-black hair that framed his face. This matched his bright, deep black eyes. He was dressed in a polo shirt and slacks. The outfit showed off his fit body.

“No problem, I’m ahead of you by one Mai Tai” Bessie informed him.

“Shit… a Mai Tai… that is such a girlie drink!” Jaq replied.

“Well, I’m a girl if you had not noticed.” Bessie replied. Jaq had notice. Bessie had brown hair to top off her cute face. Her green colored eyes glowed with intelligence and warmth. Jaq also could not help but admire her ample bosom barely contained in her silk blouse. Her hot leather mini skirt was short and tight, displaying her amazingly slim waist and perfect ass. She had worn her high heeled boots as well, which added to her height. She really did look like a super model.

“Oh…yesss I did notice! And I have enjoyed it too” Jaq replied almost drooling.

“Jaq, it was only one fuck. And I have decide it was our last. This relationship will never work between us.” Bessie replied, bluntly.

“What?” Jaq asked

“You also know it will not work between us.” Bessie replied.

“My head understands your answer, but my heart thinks it sucks” Jaq said back.

“I’m pretty sure it’s your cock that thinks that answer sucks.” Bessie replied.

“I think you are right” Jaq said back as both of them had a good laugh. The waitress returned with a new Mai Tai for Bessie and Jaq ordered a whiskey and plate full of cheese.

“Well, here is too the good thing we had. May new loves find us!” Jaq toasted as they clinked their glasses together.

The two enjoyed the cheese and their drinks. Then Jaq said "Bessie, thank you for telling me, what I needed to hear. I wish you the best of luck" gave her a good bye kiss and left her table.

Wilbur Bacon was huge even for a pig. He and his two brothers “Babe” Bacon, and “Gordo” Bacon ran The Three Little Pigs gang. The gang was wealthy and owned lots of property in the city. Wilbur had been watching Bessie and some human chatting at a table near theirs. Then the guy was gone. Wilbur liked Bessie. He had met her before as she sometimes worked in one of his clubs. He wanted to fuck her, but he was really too fat to fuck her. If he tried, his huge belly might crush her. That would be bad for business. She could give him a nice blowjob! The added benefit was she would hate it. He did like to fuck with people and he saw a good chance to do just that.

“Waitress… give that lady over there another of whatever she is drinking... on me.” Wilbur told the waitress. “Also tell her I’d be please with her company at my table.”

The waitress nodded in understanding and headed over to the bar to get Bessie another drink. Wilbur chuckled to himself.

As the drink and message arrived at Bessie’s table, the beautiful cow furry’s eyes grew big. What the hell was she going to do? One of the most powerful gang leaders in the city wanted her to come to his table. She could not say no… But she did not want to become connected with the mob. What if the gang leader wanted her for the night? Shit, she had no idea what to do?View attachment 2164529

 

[M4bloke]

Horse Peterson



Horse Peterson sat alone in a booth at the Lilly Pad, attempting to drown his sorrows. It wasn't really his sort of place but he was in need of a drink after attending the funeral of his ex partner, Styx. Ten years they'd been on the force together. They'd gone their separate ways when Horse had been thrown off the force after the incident with the prostitutes. But then one day, out of the blue, Styx wife had called him to say that Styx had been murdered. Horse had vowed to get to the bottom of it and the funeral had seemed as good a place to start as any.

Horse hadn't been surprised when when the Bacon boys had turned up at the funeral. They had their fat piggy fingers into most things but that didn't mean they'd had anything to do with Styx's death. Styx was no angel and nothing was ever black and white in law enforcement. Styx death could have been in the line of duty or it could have been due to any one of a number of profitable and not entirely legal sidelines he had going.

While Horse mulled over the possibilities, he watched the cow girl and wondered what her story was. She was far too good for the short guy who'd joined her and he hadn't been surprised when she'd given him his marching orders.

Horse had thought about going up and introducing himself but in the end he'd decided against it. Instead he sat in his booth and imagined fucking cow girl from behind while reaching round and milking her glorious udders. It got him excited. So much so, that when the waitress came to ask if he wanted a refill, he'd had to adjust the obvious bulge in his trousers. His nickname was Horse for a reason.

It probably would have ended there had he not noticed Wilbur Bacon hitting on her. He saw the look of fear in her big cow eyes and he was a sucker for a damsel in distress. She got up with a look of resignation in her eyes that suggested the next stop was the abattoir so he jumped out of the booth and walked over to her.

"Hi sweetheart. What’s your name? How about we go some place quiet baby?" he asked, looking into her eyes.

"She's taken," Wilbur shouted to Horse.

"Come on Wilbur," Horse replied. "I've just buried my partner. Cut me some slack."

Wilbur eyed Horse critically. More specifically he eyed the two Glock 9mm pistols strapped to Horse's chest. When he'd been on the force Horse had earned a reputation for shooting first and asking questions later. Wilbur didn't need that kind of aggravation and he was smart enough not to make enemies when he didn't need to. Cow girl could suck him off another night, when Horse wasn't around, maybe he'd even fuck her then...

 

[milkmaiden38]

Bessie

The sudden appearance of dog furry unnerved Bessie. Cows are a bit jumps around dogs by nature and his arrival out of thin air was unexpected.

“What?” Bessie gasped and then she figured out this man was trying to rescue her from the pigs. He explained his partner had recently died. Law partner? police? Bessie had no idea. Maybe there was no partner at all. It did not matter, the story worked as they walked away from the three pig’s table.

“Thanks for the rescue” Bessie whispered. “Let’s sit at the bar, it will take us out of their line of sight”

They sat at the bar, and could relax a bit.

“Hi my name is Bessie” she said to introduce herself. He shook her hand and said his name was Horse. A dog furry named horse, that piqued her curiosity. He was ruggedly handsome. He looked like a hard-boiled, tough, guy. Like one of those private investigators described in a cheap dime store book. But his face was noble, as if he was related to nobility. He wore clothing appropriate for a funeral. But she could sense what his body looked like under those cloth. He was all male. Big, strong, potent and virile.

The bartender came over and asked them what they would like. Before they could answer, a human man showed up and clamped his hand on Horse’s shoulder.

“Why Detective Horse Petersen, this round on me. You’re a hero. Heroes don’t buy drinks.” The man said. Bessie had seen the human before in this café. She was not sure, but she thought he might be the owner.

“And I’ll cover his date's drink too” The man said to the bartender.

“I'm not really his date” Bessie replied “At least not until 5 minutes ago”

The man’s eye brows raised “Horse… you still got it.” The man said and laughed as he walked away.

“Detective Horse? And you are hero? I feel honored now” Bessie said to Horse “Please explain”

 

[M4bloke]

"I was a detective," Horse explained. "As for being a hero? Well i guess that depends on your perspective."

Horse looked into Bessie's beautiful dark eyes and found himself wanting to be honest with her. Something that wasn't always the best policy

"A few years back, my partner Styx and I exposed an underage prostitution ring. Human's, furries, futas, you name it, they dealt in it. They'd use the girls, and some boys too, a few times then move them on to another town or sell them to interested clients as sex slaves. If anyone tried to escape they'd kill them, simple. They were high end only. The list of clients went straight to the top of the chain. Businessmen, politicians and a couple of high ranking officials in the police. The whole under age thing was rotten. It sickened me."

Horse could see that he had Bessie's interest.

"Styx and I found where the operation was run from and a police raid was planned for the next day. But someone on the force must have tipped them off. The girls were being moved the night before. So Styx and I had no choice but go in on our own. There was a gun fight and bad guys got killed. Plenty as it turned out. Some of them may not have deserved to die but you do what you have to and live with the consequences."

Horse took a moment to sip on his drink.

"I got kicked off the force for failing to follow due process. Styx got busted down to sergeant. Somebody high up wanted me gone and they got their way. That was three years ago. Now i'm a PI. If you're husband's playing away and you want proof or if you've lost your cat then I'm your man," Horse said sarcastically.

He could see that Bessie had listened intently to his story. Her ears twitching every now and then. Horse guessed she was a hooker although she probably called herself an 'escort'. It sounded more up-market. With looks like hers he reckoned she could charge a fair price too. More than Horse could afford that was for sure. Which was a shame because Horse had a thing for a pretty face and an overly endowed chest.

"But a vacuum doesn't exist for very long before something comes along and fills it," he continued. "Expensive tastes need to be satisfied and there's always someone ready to make a buck out of it. Rumour is that there's a new trafficking ring. They're smart, they avoid the heat, they don't deal in under age merchandise. Styx was on their tail and it was probably why he got himself killed. So I made a promise to his wife i'd get to the bottom of it."

 

[milkmaiden38]

Bessie

Bessie was wearing expensive, sexy clothing, with a silk lowcut blouse and her tight skirt. But she also knew how to move in the clothing to make it even more exciting. Horse was watching as she twisted to grab her drink. The move made her heavy breasts shift under her blouse, giving him her side profile. Which was amazing.

She twisted back to face him, “Horse, I mean Detective Horse" Her green eyes looking directly into his eyes. “Your story hits pretty close to home. Thank you for saving those under aged girls.” Bessie said with great sincerity. “I’m a professional girl. An escort. I run a small service, with just a few girls. The girls are highly paid and keep most of the money. That is why my girls are all very beautiful, fun to be with, and can pull in top dollars.” Bessie explained. “I really think of it as a true escort service. The girls choose their own clients. They are knowledgeable and their services extend beyond sex to nurturing the emotional well-being of the client. They know the performing arts, games, and an understanding of the emotional mind. I know some may still think of them as sluts and whores. But I think they provide a useful service for their clients.”

She took a sip of her drink, then she continued. “I have kept everything under the radar. But recently, I have been getting threats. The group that “filled” the vacuum as you stated is not fond of my small service. They want me to join them… or they want me to close up shop. They have made some vague threats so far, I keep telling them I need a little more time. But I’m worried they might do something to some of the girls.” Bessie confided

“Detective Horse… I’d like to hire you.” Bessie said… then as a joke she added “I’ve always wanted my own dick… I mean private dick” She giggled

 

[M4bloke]

“It’s just Horse these days,” he told Bessie. “I stopped being ‘detective’ when I handed my badge in. Now I’m just a PI but I could be your Dick if you wanted.”

Horse was finding it hard to keep eye contact with Bessie. When she moved there was so much to appreciate. He thought she might have been doing it deliberately but there was no way of knowing for sure. His erection was returning at the possibility and, try as he might, it was hard to disguise.

One thing Horse could be sure of was that he needed the work. Fewer people had been having affairs during Covid. These days they were getting divorced for the simple reason that they were sick of the sight of each other. You didn’t need a PI for that.

Money was so tight he’d had to let his apartment go the month before. Now he was sleeping on the couch at his office and showering at the gym of a morning.

“Sounds like your girls need protection as much as you need a PI,” he ventured, trying to negotiate himself some digs. “I’ll take the job, usual rates plus expenses, and if you give me a room and board at the brothel, I’ll look after your girls for free. Plus any favours you, or they, might like to bestow on me, of course.”

 

[milkmaiden38]

Bessie

“Horse, thank you for helping me” Bessie acknowledged. “The girl and I will feel better with you staying at our place. It is not a brothel, but a 4-bedroom condo. I can take you over there later tonight. But until then, I’m hungry. Can I buy you diner?” Bessie offered. Horse gave her a positive head nod.

“Let’s move to a table, it will more private and uncomfortable.” Bessie suggested.

They took their drinks and found a nice table, away from the pigs. Unfortunately, the pigs could see them again, but the mobsters did not seem to care or notice. On the walk over Bessie had notice something, the large bulge in Horse’s pants. It was impressive and she wanted to get to know it better.

"Fancy, isn't it?" Bessie half-whispered to Horse as they both slid into the curved, dimly lit booth. The table was small and had a long black velvet tablecloth.

“Yeah” Horse grunted. Bessie could tell this was not the kind of place Horse like to visit.

“Horse, remember how I was telling you, my girls worry about the emotional well-being of the client. This is a good situation to show you what that means. You are a little uncomfortable, so I’m going to get you a little more relaxed.” Bessie said

"Now?" Horse asked. Not sure what she was suggesting.

"Yep." Bessie replied with a smile. She reached her hand under the table and started to caress the raging erection straining against Horse’s pants. "I’m sorry my sexy body made you so hard," she murmured

Turning to face Horse, she gave him her best puppy dog eyes and pouty-face, "How are you supposed to enjoy your meal with this big erection?"

Starting more timidly than usual, Bessie first felt up and down the entire length of the shaft with her fingertips, before slowing unzipping his pants. Then she popped open the button holding his pants. Finally, in an experienced move, she pulled his cock free of his underwear. The released hard cock was twitching in excitement. Bessie glanced around, to make sure no one was watching. She saw the waitress approaching.

"Oh shit," Bessie gasped to herself.

“What can I get each of you?” The waitress asked.

“Two salmon in butter sauce, vegetables, and baked potatoes” Bessie ordered for both of them

“Ok” The waitress said “are you good on everything else?”

"Never better." Horse answered with a chuckle. The waitress departed and Bessie’s hand shot under the table and gave Horse's cock three quick, twisting pumps up and down the entire length before cupping his balls in her hand, flexing her fingers to massage them.

"Just relax," Bessie whispered. Her fingertip took hold on the cockhead and her other hand wrapped around the base of the most intense erection she thought she's ever felt. She pumped the huge cock. Faster and faster, adding the little twist when she reached the top of his cock.

Horse closed his eyes as he loved what she was doing. He used one of his hand under the table to grab her breast. It felt as big as it looked. Huge and firm. He loved it. His cock throbbed harder, straining and begging to shoot. He want to cover the underside of the table in his bliss.

Then he heard the clattering of metal on floor.

"Oh, my! Silly me." Bessie said as she slipped underneath the tablecloth and into the small, warm, pitch-black space looking for her dropped silverware. She was on her knees, and had her prize, Horse's huge cock.

"OH MY" she gasped. Horse was living up to his name.

She started slowly. Horse needed a little more time to recover, she didn't want this going too fast. She moaned a little herself as she rubbed his beautiful, long, delicious cock on her face, mind lost in the intimacy of the most delicate, sensitive part of a man’s body. She caressed her cheeks and then kissed it with her lips.

Almost without her knowledge, her hand slowly moved down, down, between her thighs and began to massage her pussy through her soaked pants.

 

[M4bloke]

Horse was feeling pretty pleased with himself. A place to sleep and the offer of a free meal in enchanting company. Could things get any better?

Apparently they could.

He'd been surprised to say the least when Bessie offered to relax him at their table. He knew that Wilbur Bacon would be watching, even if he didn't make it obvious. But Horse was only flesh and blood, and like everyone else he had needs.

Her hand reached out and felt for his erection and with practised skill she freed it from the constraints of his clothing.

Horse had been the product of a passionate one night stand. His mother was a dog furry while his father, who he'd never known, had been a horse furry. He'd been born at a time when interbreeding had had been frowned upon and there was still much prejudice. So Horse had grown up never really fitting into polite society. He'd inherited his mother's looks and intelligence, and his father's size and muscle mass, And, well, his genitalia.

Horse had a penis that belonged on a horse, not on a dog. Relaxed, it was already big and dark in colour but, when aroused, a pale coloured, meaty cock, with a flat bulbous head, extended out of it almost telescopically. The sheer size had put a few prospective girlfriends off. They'd been expecting something 'doggy' sized and when they'd found something 'horsey' they'd begun to worry for the safety of their vagina and internal organs.

The danger didn't end there though, those that hadn't been put off by the size were often surprised by the horse like amounts of ejaculate he was capable of producing. If a girl didn't swallow properly during oral sex she could easily find herself drowning in his cum. If Horse came inside a girl then, depending on the volume her pussy could contain, the action of his cock continuing to pump her acted like a piston, forcing ejaculate back out, creating a kind of geyser like effect.

Bessie didn't seem worried about Horse's size however. She wanked his shaft under the table with gusto and, when she slipped beneath the tablecloth to retrieve her knife, he was ready to push his cock into her waiting mouth. But as he was about to grab the back of her head, Wilbur Bacon walked over.

"I've got some information about Styx you might be interested in," he told Horse.

"What might that be?" Horse asked, trying to be nonchalant.

"Just something I heard on the grapevine about who was hired to do the hit."

Whether she hadn't heard Wilbur or whether she'd done it for devilment Horse couldn't be sure, but Bessie chose that precise moment to take Horse's cock into her mouth. She also took hold of his balls at the same time and began to massage them. Horse shifted uneasily in his seat as he looked at Wilbur, trying not to give the game away. But it was hard trying to concentrate on what Wilbur was saying while Bessie wanked that part of his cock she couldn't fit in her mouth.

"Of course the information's not for free," Wilbur told him. "I'll want something in return."

"Like what?" Horse asked, trying to keep his voice even. "You know i"m broke."

"Come to my club tomorrow night. And Bring Bessie," Wilbur said nodding at the table she was currently under. "I'm sure we can work something out."

Wilbur walked away from the table chuckling.

"One thing at a time," Horse mumbled to himself.

He closed his eyes and gave in to the exquisite pleasure that was Bessie's mouth.

"It won't be long now," he thought as his hands gripped the back of her head tightly...

 

[milkmaiden38]

Bessie

"Mmmmmm," Bessie purred in satisfaction as she licked up his pre-juice. She started at the base of his thick shaft and slowly licked her way up. When she reached the top, she rolled her tongue slowly over his sensitive hot flesh. Wanting more, she drew his cock tip further in her mouth, slipped her lips completely over the engorged head, and started sucking enthusiastically.

She heard Wilbur voice and had felt the floor sink under his great weight, but she was not sure what he was saying to Horse. For some reason, she felt naughty and just kept sucking on Horse’s mighty cock. She should have played it safe, but his cock was just too much fun to suck.

Wilbur walked away and Bessie rhythmically bob her head up and down on Horse’s massive cock. Bessie was stroking his thick shaft with both her hands pumping his cock towards her mouth. After just a minute, she felt his cock get that extra bit of rigidity just before orgasm. She looked down and saw his balls drawing up.

"OH YEAHHHHHHHH....." Horse moaned softly, "OH FUCK.....HERE YOU GO." His cock twitched and then she a felt a big gush as his cum erupted forcefully against the roof of her mouth.

"Mmmmmm," she mewed in satisfaction as the silky warm cream flooded her mouth. Wanting every drop, she swallowed hungrily. It felt exquisite as his warm fresh cum slithered smoothly down her throat into her welcoming stomach.

"OHHH YESSSS," Horse said as he finished spewing his load into her mouth. Bessie’s jacking hands pumped back and forth along his pulsing cock, milking all the cum from him. Then she wiped her face and slipped from under the table.

“I found my dropped fork.” She said laughing to Horse.

Their food showed up a few moments later. Bessie stared at her plate. “I’m not sure I can finish all my food; my belly is kind of full right now” she said winking to Horse.

 

[M4bloke]

Their food showed up a few moments later. Bessie stared at her plate. “I’m not sure I can finish all my food; my belly is kind of full right now” she said winking to Horse.

"Brings a whole new meaning to the phrase, 'I could eat horse'," Horse said, chuckling at his own joke. Then he added quietly, "Thank you. That was one hell of a blow job."

"You're welcome," Bessie replied giggling. "What did Wilbur want?"

Horse didn't want to spoil the moment but she'd asked and he was a straight talking kind of guy.

"He said he had in formation on who carried out the hit on Styx. Said he'd tell me at his club tomorrow night," Horse explained. "Trouble is, the information comes at a price and Wilbur seems to have a bit of thing for you. But we can talk about it another time let's just enjoy our meal for now."

The salmon was excellent and while Horse would have preferred a good steak, he was sensitive to the cultural issues that would have presented. Bessie was a good conversationalist and her manners put his to shame. He tried hard to disguise his street dog upbringing in an attempt to impress her. As he sat there, talking, he couldn't help thinking about the blow job she'd just given him, though.

They skipped desert, as Bessie's stomach was now very full now and after coffee they reached a point in the evening where a decision needed to be made. They either stayed for another drink or left.

"How about you show me this Condo?" Horse suggested.

When Bessie agreed, she paid the bill and then they made their exit together. In an attempt at chivalry, Horse placed his hand gently against the small of Bessie's back, escorting her out of the bar. He couldn't help letting it trail down across her backside however and in a very unchivalrous move he felt her cheeks then teased her stocking tops with his fingers.

Wilbur watched the couple leave from his table...

 

[milkmaiden38]

5 Bedroom Condo

The condo was not too far from The Lily Pad Café, as Bessie drove over in her 2023 F-type Jaguar sports car. Horse followed in his car, and knew the car was expensive. But he was even more impressed as she drove up to a magnificent Condo offers gorgeous views of Malibu and the benches. The building was ultra-modern and sleek in design.

Once inside he saw the built-in custom cabinetry, luxury flooring, open architecture, skylights, floor to ceiling windows, two balconies and two fireplaces. There was a large front patio with a Roman fountain, and big deck with gorgeous water views in the back. He noticed the built-in bbq, and large hot tub as well. Spacious great room with dining and living areas – all with views of the ocean. There were 4 smaller bedrooms and Bessie bedroom on the second floor.

None of the other girls seemed to be around as they toured the condo.

“I think you’ll need to sleep on the couch for now, until I have a chance to talk with the other girls.” Bessie explained. Horse could tell Bessie was giving him this option, but she was also ok, if he wanted to sleep with her in the master bedroom. “You can store your stuff in my room and we can share my master bathroom”

“It will do” Horse replied as a joke.

“I know, it is kind of upscale. But our client list has some wealthy people on it. This is what they are used to” Bessie explained.

 

[M4bloke]

Horse followed Bessie's impressive F-Type in his shit-heap of a Corolla. Horse wasn't really a car man himself, he preferred his motorbike, but arriving at Styx's funeral on a heavily modified 1997 Harley Davidson Dyna wasn't really an option. Horse had bought the car mainly for stakeouts. It was no fun standing out in the rain on a bike waiting to snap an errant husband 'in-flagrante. The Corolla was the ideal cover, it was motorised blandness personified. Nobody ever took any notice of it. Besides, it had been all he'd been able to afford.

Bessie was full of surprises. First the amazing blow job under the table, then the amazing car and now the amazing condo. Of course, the condo was all for the clients' benefit. Tax deductible as a business expense most likely. But even so, living in such a place was like winning a permanent spot on 'Love Island' he thought (not that Horse had ever watched a whole episode, but he wasn't immune to the obvious charms of some of the contestants).

The plush couch looked much better than the scrappy old on tin his office but Horse sensed there was more on offer.

"I should probably store these out of sight," Horse said pointing to the two Glocks still strapped to his torso. "Don't want to be scaring the clients," he added.

Bessie nodded in agreement.

"You know," Horse said sliding his arm around her pert waist and drawing her closer to him. "I should probably sleep with you. I did promise you close protection after all."

Bessie giggled at the suggestion and the two of them kissed. Horse felt his erection growing again. He was going to have to get that under control at some point but damn, she hit all the right buttons for him.

"So when do I get to meet the rest of the girls?" he asked.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Three girls arrive

“I’m not sure when they will show up. I’ll fix us a drink and we can watch the sun set on the back deck.” Bessie suggested. A minute later, both of them had drinks and they were watching the sun slowly sinking to the horizon. They sat in the lounge chairs. It was very relaxing.

“Once the sun is down… we can get in the hot tub?” Bessie suggested.

“I like that idea” Horse agreed. He could not wait to see Bessie in a bikini.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the front door open and three girls walk in.

"To future endeavors and lots of sex!!" Hazra toasted and clinked wine cooler against Kara’s. Hazra was a beautiful fox-furry with yellow and red fur. She was striking. Kara was a slim and sexy human, with red and purple hair. Kara took a good swig of her cooler as she let out a content sound. "Tastes like fruit drink!" She commented.

The third girl was not drinking. She also had a frown on her face. But she was also stunning. She was a rabbit-furry with a voluptuous figure.

As the two finished toasting they noticed Bessie and Horse on the deck.

“Oh Hi” Kara said to Horse

Horse got up and quickly said “Well, hi to you three! My name is Horse” There was no missing his flirty tone.

Bunny bent her head down and shook it … and whispered “I wish I could hang up a sign saying closed for remodeling”

Kara tapped her shoulder with her free hand “Stop being such a downer … I love attention from a man!”

Hazra however got to Horse first. “Thank you for the welcome… But you look like a dog not a horse”

“He is a horse, trust me” Bessie added.

Then all three girls looked at Horse’s crotch. Kara and Hazra giggled. “He is a “big guy” when standing at attention” Kara commented.

“Kara… you idiot … Bessie has a client. Show some respect” Bunny corrected her friend.

“Ahh… no actually Horse works for us. He is going to protect us for a while.” Bessie explained.

“OH” all three girls said at the same time.

“Why don’t you all joins us in the hot tub” Bessie suggested

“I’m going to call it a night” Bunny replied “Nice meeting you, Horse” Amd she headed off to her bedroom.

“We don’t want to intrude, are you sure it is ok” Kara asked Horse.View attachment 2166599View attachment 2166600View attachment 2166601

 

[M4bloke]

Horse began to wonder if he'd possibly died and gone to heaven. Loungers, a beautiful girl, the promise of a dip in the hot tub. Somebody needed to pinch him just to check he wasn't dreaming.

When the three girls arrived, Horse couldn't help puffing his chest out and sucking his stomach in a little. Their response to him seemed positive on the whole but it wasn't unanimous. Bunny looked very non plussed.

When Bessie put in a good word for him, in the trouser department, it seemed to go down well with the girls although they looked curious when she told them she'd hired Horse for protection.

Call it old habits, but Horse couldn’t help studying the three girls with the eyes of a seasoned law enforcement professional.

Hazra was stunning. Fox furries often were good lookers but she was exceptional. With her lithe figure and beautiful red tail she looked classy. Horse was wary of fox-furries though. They were natures survivors. If you went to bed with one you had to watch out that in the morning you still had your wallet, or worse, that your own guns weren’t being pointed at you. Come the holocaust, Horse could see a world where only cockroaches and foxes remained. That’s not to say they were all like that, but it paid to be cautious.

Kara really set Horse’s motor running. Her skimpy outfit turned him on, plus he’d always been fascinated by humans. Their fur free faces, smooth skin and lack of a tail made them so exotic. But they were a delicacy well beyond his pay grade. Most humans tended to steer clear of furries, The ones that didn't, seemed to be the wld ones. Kara looked like she enjoyed partying. Horse hoped she might fancy partying with him some time.

Then there was Bunny. Being a dog, Horse had chased quite a few bunnies around town in his youth. Most had given him the slip but every now and then he’d got lucky. Even when he hadn’t he'd always enjoyed the chase. Horse took a moment to drink in the sight of the girl's beautiful breasts, but it didn't take a genius to see that she wasn't a happy Bunny. Horse wasn't sure if it was his presence that upset her, or something else. He hoped he wasn't the cause.

"Is she ok? Horse asked after Bunny had gone to her room. "I don't want to cause any friction," he told the girls.

As much as he wanted to get into the hot tub with three beautiful women he was chivalrous at heart and he didn't like to see a woman angry on his account.

 

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The Hot Tub!

“Oh, don’t mind Bunny, she is just pissed about being the designated driver.” Kara said.

“I’m going to change into my swim suit.” Bessie said and walked back to her bedroom.

“So are you a bodyguard?” Hazra asked

“Private Investigator” Horse corrected her

“A gumshoe…” Hazra said trying to use a word she heard in a movie once.

“That is an old-fashioned term… detective, or dick, or PI” Kara said

“I like Dick!” Hazra said with a giggle and place her hand on Horse’s shoulder.

The front door of the condo open and a tall cow furry walked in. Another attractive woman, with an hour glass figure, black horns, and a tail.

“Oh, Butter is back” Kara said and waved to the new girl.

“Butter, come meet Horse.” Kara added.

The black and white colored cow furry walked over the Horse and shock his hand.

“Hi” she said

“Hello” Horse replied.

“Horse is a PI, and he is here to protect us.” Kara explained.

“Protect us?” Butter asked.

“Yes” Bessie answered as she came out in her bikini. Is was black and white colored suit. She worn some long hosiery, that also had black and white spots. She was stunning.

“Horse and I have already eaten. So we are planning to relax in the tub. Anyone want to join us?” She asked.

Kara, Butter, and Hazra, all shock their heads no. “Maybe another night” Hazra said as the three headed for the kitchen to get something to eat.

Bessie got into the tub as the sky was turning red. “Horse… come join me” She suggested.View attachment 2167184View attachment 2167183

 

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“I don’t have any trunks,” Horse said apologetically.

“It’s alright,”. Bessie replied, “I’ve already seen what you’ve got to offer.”

Horse took off his shirt and undid the holster holding the two Glocks to his chest. Then he undid his boots and removed the knife strapped to his leg, before taking off his trousers and boxer shorts. His cock was impressive even when it was 'resting' and, unrestrained by clothing, it swung from side to side as he made his way to he hot tub. Naked, he climbed in and beckoned for Bessie to come and sit in his lap.

Bessie straddled him and the two kissed passionately. Horse felt his erection returning. Pressing up against the cheeks of her butt.

You seem to be a bit overdressed he told Bessie, undoing the strings that held her tiny bra in place.

Bessie giggled and bent her head down, helping Horse to remove the flimsy article of clothing. The ornamental bell she wore as a pendant around her neck clanged as she moved.

Horse took a moment to admire Bessie’s beautiful full figure. All furries were different and Bessie was slightly closer to a human form than say Butter, who had a tail and very obvious horns. Bessies face was pretty, with big brown eyes as deep as pools. From underneath her brown hair, beneath her short horns, two ears poked out, twitching occasionally. From one a small tag hung down. All cow furries wore them reminding them of bygone days when their ancestors had been milked commercially. These days, milking was more recreational however. Horse took one of her nipples in his mouth and began massaging her breast.

 

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Bessie was the object of Horse’s attention. His fingers made light circles over her big full breasts, moving slowly inward. She moaned louder as his fingers brushed over her excited nipples as his one hand cupped her massive breast. Horse’s hand flexed and eased, and massaged the full milk sack. Encouraged by Bessie’s moans of pleasure, he leaned in as his mouth went to a nipple. He licked at the puckered flesh surrounding the lengthened nipple and this caused Bessie to gasp in excitement.

“OH you know what cow’s like” She gasped

In the meantime, Bessie felt Horse’s monstrous cock swelling up. She reached down and stroked him slowly under the water. But this was her time and she was going to enjoy it.

Horse went from licking her excited nipple to sucking on it. Her moans grew louder. That was when he tasted her warm sweet milk. Bessie breast started to drip creamy milk. He had a taste of her scrumptious milk. “WOW” is all he could say.

“Yes, Cow/Human half breeds have milk all the time … and I love being milked!” Bessie moaned. That was all Horse needed to hear. He wrapped another hand around her big jug and sucked harder. His hands kneading the jug. Bessie squealed in pleasure as her body twitched in excitement. He forced out a big stream of milk.

“MMMMMMMMMM” Bessie moaned as each suck on her massive teat sent pleasure straight to her pussy. The harder Horse sucked, the better her pussy felt. Being milked was incredibly arousing for Bessie.

Horse squeezed and tugged on those huge breasts. It was like milking a cow on a farm. Only better … as this cow was moaned and gasped in joy …as he squeezed out the baby juice. The milking … drove her pussy crazy … it made it quiver, her clit throbbed as she moaned and gasped. Finally, Horse triggered Bessie's orgasm just from his nipple play. The cow girl shook for about 20 seconds as her body exploded in ecstasy. Her heavy fertile milk bags jiggled as her whole body shuddered and thrashed, from an extended “deep to the core” climax.

“OH SHIT” she said to Horse when she got her breath back.

Bessie shifted around in the tub to allowed her to better stroke Horse’s massive cock. Horse's cock was now up and part of it was out of the water. She marveled at its huge size. Then she lowered her mouth to it and gave his cock a nice kiss. Then she got up and straddled Horse’s cock. Slowly lower her pussy onto Horse. There was some splashing of water, but she riding him!

 

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Horse's face looked like a young kid whose parents had left him to eat cereal on his own. There was milk all over it and running down his chin.

He hadn't expected Bessie to orgasm over having her breasts milked, but he'd loved sucking on her teats and when he saw what it did to her he hadn't wanted to stop. Her milk was lovely and thick and creamy, and he must have drunk a fair bit because he felt quite full now.

When she lowered herself onto his cock horse was impressed. Not many girls could sit on that length and feel comfortable. He wondered how far up into her it must have gone but she didn't seem to mind and he wasn't about to stop to question her.

He grabbed her nice round rump and began to pull her onto him. Bessie gave him encouragement and told him how good it felt. She rubbed her pubic bone against his and their lovemaking became more frantic. But Horse was never going to be able to cum in this position.

"If i cum in this tub you're going to need to change the filter," he told Bessie. "Why don't we finish this off in the bedroom?"

Bessie giggled and readily agreed then the two of them got out of the tub and hastily dried each other off.

It was the first time Horse had seen Bessie's bedroom. It was a typical boudoir style. Soft lighting, dark colours. A big bed was the centrepiece of the room. Horse guessed that she must have entertained clients in here. In one corner there was a milking machine. Obviously Horse wasn't the only one who like fresh milk and he couldn't help picturing Bessie connected up to it.

But for now Horse had more pressing matters to attend to. He told Bessie to get on all fours then gripped her hips in his strong hands and began to fuck her doggy style (or should that be cow style). In this position he could let Bessie have it with both barrels and Bessie moo'ed with a deep guttural groan as horse pounded his cock into her. Horse must have fucked her like that for ten minutes until he felt the beginnings of an orgasm. When he did, he flipped her onto her back then jumped on top and rammed his big, long, cock into her. Then he fucked her for all he was worth until finally the moment arrived. He felt his cock and balls go into spasm and then the familiar rush of his ejaculate.

Horse climbed off Bessie, spent. He lay beside her, exhausted and out of breath. He'd been like an animal with her.

"Damn, you're good," he said.

 

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"You are even better" Bessie replied and kissed Horse good night.

The Next Morning

It was 8 in the morning, when Bessie, wearing a short, white bathrobe, brought a nice fresh cup of coffee to Horse.

“Good Morning, and here you go.” She said offering him the coffee. She took a sip from her own cup. “Well, that was something else last night” Bessie started “I hope we can still work together. I hope I didn’t break some kind of ethical rule by sleeping with my PI?”

Horse shook his head “no”

“So how can I help?” Bessie asked

“Do you have any records of the offer or threats you received?” Horse asked.

“So far it has all been phone calls and meetings.” Bessie explained as she reached to grab her phone. Her bathrobe opened up enough to give Horse a nice view of one of her big breasts. Then she sat straight again and the view was gone. She showed him the phone number that called. Then she pulled up a text with the address of their two meetings.

“Where is this?” He asked

“It was a small bar near Santa Monica called The Timid Dragon. Kind of furry hangout” Bessie explained.

“Are we going to look for clues there?” Bessie asked. Horse notice she wanted to go with him. He normally worked alone.

 

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Horse woke up feeling pretty good about things. It was a long time since anyone had brought him coffee in bed. When Bessie asked if she could come with him to the The Timid Dragon, he was in two minds. But she was the client and besides it might just help as they could pass as a couple.

"If you want to," he said. "But first i gotta go back to the office and get a change of clothes. I'll meet you back here at lunchtime and we'll check this place out."

Horse drove the Corolla to his office in an ageing strip mall on the outskirts of town. His secretary Anita was already there, sitting in the reception filing her nails.

"Got lucky last night," she said matter of factly.

"You could say that," Horse replied.

Anita was the wife of Jinx. A small time hoodlum and big time womanizer who was never going to amount to anything. Anita had twice the brains of her husband and needed something to occupy herself while Jinx was getting up to whatever he got up to. Besides it was useful for Horse to have a contact in the underworld.

'Don't shit in your own backyard' is sound advice for anyone looking to hire staff. Horse had completely ignored this however and had defecated in this particular back yard with Anita so many times that it would have been classed as an environmental health hazard.

"I need you to find out what Wilbur Bacon's up to these days," Horse asked. "Oh and can you find out about a place called the timid Dragon, over in Sant Monica?"

"Sure thing."

"I'm going to take a shower," he told Anita.

"You want that i come join you," Anita said hopefully. Jinx having failed to satisfy her the night before after chasing round town after some floozy.

"I'm good," Horse replied.

"Suit yourself," Anita replied, the frustration in her voice obvious.

Horse stopped in his tracks. Employee satisfaction was key to a motivated workforce.

"Come on then" he told her. "But it'll have to be quick."

An hour later, with Horse clean and fresh and the workforce re-energised, Horse left for the condo on his Harley.

 

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The Timid Dragon

As Horse drove up on his Harley, Bessie was glad she had dressed in jeans and a tight t-shirt.

“I’ll hoop on the back” she said, and without missing a beat, she was behind him. Her hand wrapped around his waist and her big jugs pressed against his back.

They arrived at the Timid Dragon a little after noon. The place was small, with brick walls and framed windows. It did not look like much.

Inside of the bar however was surprisingly nice. Cherry floors and a large fireplace in the back. Furry creatures of all types were spread out enjoying drinks and smoking. Standing behind the bar was a Crocodile furry. Bessie waved to the man, he waved back. The two elven serving girls that seemed to be sisters were on shift. One was pretty with honey blonde hair. She smiled at them and pointed to a quiet table in the corner. The other sister was tattooed, wild black hair, and dressed like she was a real slut.

As they took the table in the corner “Bog, is the owner of the place. He likes to think he is a dragon… you know being a crocodile furry and all. I think that is where the name comes from.” Bessie explained

“You look sexy in your bike gear, by the way” she added.

The Crocodile furry came over to their table. “Bessie… what brings you here” He hissed.

“Drinks, what else!!” Bessie joked then she introduced Horse “Bog, this is my friend Horse.”

“Glad to meet you.” Bog replied as he shook Horse’s hand. “Any friend of Bessie is a friend of mine. What will you have?”

 

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Horse liked riding his bike near the ocean. He liked the smell of it. Riding with a fit chick on the back only added to the experience. Horse found that you could split the female population into two, those that liked to ride pillion and those that wouldn't be seen dead on a bike.

The Timid Dragon was like a thousand bars he’d been into before. But it was tasteful enough and surprisingly busy for a lunch time. The two elves behind the bar certainly brightened the place up. Horse preferred the slutty one. He was a man of unsophisticated tastes and slutty appealed to his baser instincts.

When Bog came over to the table Horse's curiosity was piqued. Crocodile furries were an odd sort in his opinion. For a start they weren't furry at all. Their reptilian skin was thick and hairless. Some chicks dug that. It took all sorts. There was no denying they could be powerful creatures though and you had to watch out you didn't get a swipe from that tail of theirs. Horse remembered what that was like from his time on the force. He'd arrested a few in his time.

Bessie clearly knew Bog and horse wondered what their relationship was. Escorts and bar owners were all part of the night-time economy and tended to move in the same circles. Being an escort Horse knew he was going to have to get used to meeting people who'd slept with her at one time or another and perhaps she hadn't always been so high class. Everyone has to start somewhere. Still, if he was going to stick around then he was going to have to get used to it. Horse wasn't by nature a jealous guy, he could share her.

 

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Bessie

“I’ll take an extra-extra dirty martini” Bessie ordered. Horse ordered his drink and Bog went back to the bar to make them. Bessie turned to Horse.

“I started escorting at this bar many years ago. Bog and I got to know each other. Just friends. But he was kind of my protector. You know, whenever a client got out of line.” Bessie explained.

Their drinks arrived and Bessie mooed as she sipped at her martini. The drink was awesome and powerful. Something about a martini’s that flooded her body with fresh life. But she needed to be careful, more than two and she would not remember where she had been. The Timid Dragon was not too busy. But she could overhear conversation near her. It was two flat chested, female dog furries were talking about her. They wondered why she was with Horse.

“Look she is wearing a bell, maybe her horns don’t work?” One of them joked.

The other said “Cows never understand what you say, because it goes in one ear and out the udder”

“The dog with her must have a mommy fetish. He wants to act like a baby and suck on her tits” The first one commented.

“One second, Horse” Bessie said as she walked over to their table.

“Hey bitches, I’d appreciate it if you stop commenting on my date.” Bessie told them.

“Fuck off… you dumb cow!” One told Bessie

“Ok that does it. I know you are so stupid you chase your own tail but you’d better stop bothering us.” Bessie replied

“Or what?” One of them said

“Or this” Bog said behind them, as he grabbed each by the scuff of their neck.

“Hey” One of them said

“I have the right to refuse service to anyone… so good bye” Bog said as he carried each of them, one on each hand, to the front door and threw them on to the street. “And don’t come back” He shouted at them.

Bessie walked back to Horse. He was laughing quietly about her comment. “Chase your own tail!”

“Sorry, I just needed to defend you” Bessie commented. She took another sip and placed the glass back on the coaster and let her eyes fall on Horse’s handsome face. He was a good man, she never dated good men.

“I’d like to get to know you better'' She started “I hope you want to get to you me better too. Just remember some dishes are very pleasurable… but also dangerous… You will need to decide if I’m worth the danger.” Bessie told him. Horse’s eyebrow went up at her comment, but he waited for her to continue. “These threats are serious. I’m afraid they are going to get violent.” She told him.

The slutty waitress came over.

“Do you two need anything?” She asked.

“A week ago, I meet with a goblin. He did not give me his name. Have you seen him before, and do you know him?” Bessie asked.

The slutty waitress looked over to Horse. “You’re a PI… I know something about your goblin friend. But I need a favor before I tell you. You willing to trade?” She asked Horse.

“What do you need?” Horse asked.

“I need a little muscle for a meeting I’m having tomorrow night. You do that for me, I’ll tell you what I know.” She said

 

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Horse was touched by the way that Bessie had stuck up for him. He didn't really need anyone to do that but it was nice that she wanted to. Bog seems like a stand up guy too.

When Bessie asked him if he thought she was worth the danger, Horse had to chuckle. Danger wasn't his middle name (it was actually Winston) but he'd lost count of the number of times things had got violent. Hence the two Glocks and the knife strapped to his leg.

"Baby, I'd love to get to know you better," he told Bessie. "But let's be honest. I don't think you're ready to give up the game for me. And, well, I'm a dog and you know the trouble we have keeping it in our pants."

Horse stopped for a moment and tried to figure out what he was trying to say. Emotions weren't always his strong point.

"But I promise you, I'm a loyal kind of a guy. So if we both think we can live each other's imperfections then i'm up for sticking around."

It didn't take long for Horse's imperfections to come into play. When the slutty waitress came over he found himself thinking about taking her up against the wall in some dark alley. He felt his cock growing at the thought. That was the thing about elves, they were good at controlling a man's desires.

When the elf made her proposal, Horse was cautious.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Tina."

"And just why would you be needing muscle, Tina?" he asked.

"Let's just say that I supplement my modest income as a waitress by providing exotic chemicals to discerning friends. The sort that make everyone enjoy sex just a little bit more," she replied.

"So you're a dealer."

"I don't sell anything i'm not prepared to use myself," Tina giggled.

"And is what you know worth my time and effort?"

"Oh yesss," Tina hissed.

"Ok then. Tomorrow night. I'll see you here."

 

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Bessie and Horse

With things settled at the Timid Dragon, Bessie and Horse relaxed until it was time to head over Wilbur Bacon’s club, The Flying Pig Club near the Santa Monica airport.

“When I said I hoped to get to know you better, I meant, I hope we keep fucking… no strings attached.” Bessie said to correct her earlier statement. Horse was right. Her line of work was not good for long term relationships.

When it was time, they headed over to Wilbur’s club on Horse’s Harley. In 20 minutes the two entered the Brentwood district of Los Angeles. This area in the Santa Monica Airport had lots of bars, shops, and clubs. The Three Little Pigs gang own or were receiving “protection” payments from most of them.

Horse parked the Harley behind the club and they walked around to the front. It was a modern glass and steel building, with big windows looking onto the street, and behind to the ocean. A large iron bound door was the entrance to the place. A rent-a-cop was seated by the door. Horse noticed a small security camera and two small holes in the walls. The holes were for shooting at anyone trying to get in.

“Hi, we are here to see Wilbur” Bessie said with just a little too much excitement.

The guard scowl grew deeper. “Who are you?” He asked flipping through some papers he had.

“Bessie Wright and Horse Peterson” Bessie provided

“Ok, you’re on the list. Leave your weapons in the storage bin.” He told both of them, but he was looking at Horse. Bessie walked over to a bin and reaching under her skirt came back with two daggers. She put them in her bin and closed it.

Reluctantly, Horse did the same and they walked into the club. The place was nice inside. There was the main stage where a naked girl was dancing. off to the sides, there were smaller stages also with naked girls dancing. The place also had drinking and eating areas. The music was loud, so Bessie pointed to where they needed to go.

They made it to a back area, where another person stopped them, Bessie again explained who they were. They got waved into the private area.

The Three Pigs were seated around a table loaded with food. In front of them was another naked girl dancing. As soon as Wilbur saw Bessie and Horse enter the room, he waved the dancing girl to go away.

“Bessie and Horse, what a pleasure” Wilbur said between his food bites.