She threw back her head. A warm flush was beginning to spread down from her cheeks to her neck and breasts. She was half-embarrassed to be doing this for an audience of one. Such hussy-like behavior, but apparently, he liked hussies. She spread her thighs wider and scooted her buttocks lower, so that she (and he) could get an eyeful of her entire pussy, right up to the puckering mouth of her anus.
Rust . . . I need you.
She pressed the whirring vibrator against her breasts. Her nipples began to fill, and a rosy tinge brushed the skin around her areolas. Her entire chest lifted as she breathed in deeply. She should throw her inhibitions away – not think consciously of what she was doing, but of how much both she and Rust were deriving pleasure from this.
The vibrator moved downward – down the slope of her breasts to touch her engorged nipples, which became even more engorged. Then down, down the shoal of her midriff – which was too filled out, in her opinion – and further down to the shoal of her pussy; that greedy, quivering organ.
Ohhhh.
When the vibrator touched the tip of her clit, she almost combusted. Her natural lust took over, and she rubbed the vibrator up and down her swollen clit, pressing it more forcefully downward so that it would get the full brunt of the stimulations.
Up, down, up down.
She moved the slender machine up in between her labia, teasing out her inner petals – the ones which were most intimate and tender. The vibrator dipped into the pool around her pussy hole and gathered the juices there. Then it wavered upward again to spread that luscious stickiness to her clit and pussy grooves.
She did this oscillatory thing – up and down, up and down, round and round, round and round – until all her parts were jointly stimulated and massaged to orgasmic distraction. She concentrated primarily on her clit.
She wanted to cum for Rust, wherever he was. She wanted to have an explosive climax for his pleasurable viewing. The seat of the stool was getting pretty warm and wet with her squirming. She worked herself up, further up, until she was reaching for a peak – a summit of intense, blinding proportions. Her breathing was very harsh and she had lost track of time and how long she had been pleasuring herself –
Rust!
Please . . .
Love me . . .
She heard the almost imperceptible creak of the door as it opened. Oh, but she was going to cum! Her eyes flew wide open and she saw the shadow of the creature filing in noiselessly, majestically.
The tiger slid into the room of mirrors. She was so startled that she almost dropped the vibrator. Oh, talk about orgasmus interruptus! But maybe he didn’t want her to cum. Or he wanted to be there in person to watch her cum.
The tiger was immense, graceful. His glorious striped coat flowed over his sleekly moving musculature. His eyes were emerald green and extremely intelligent as he padded into the room towards where she was seated upon the stool.
She froze.
She never knew how to react when Rust was in his tiger state. She never really knew who he was in his shifted aspect. Was he more animal than human? Did he retain all his mental faculties? She was always careful in the presence of great animals. Careful and deferential. She never knew how they would react towards her.
A low rumble thundered from the tiger’s chest – one which sent her senses tingling. A frisson of fear spiked up inside her. She was always afraid of Rust when he was like this. What if she did something which displeased him? What if he was taken over by his animal instincts and wanted to devour her instead?
She had no idea then how close she would be to the truth.
The vibrator hummed in her hand, its low whirr a constant. The breath was stoppered in her throat and she scarcely dared to breathe. It was all she could do to watch him as he came up in front of her. The mirrors showed multiple reflections of her naked self and the tiger – a contrast of human skin and orange-and-black striped fur. The hair on her flesh stood on end. There was a crackle of electricity in the room. Of heightened anticipation.
The tiger stared at her. He stared at her face, and then his eyes roamed to her breasts and down to her open red pussy with its leaking hole. All thought froze in her mind. She could only be an anticipatory receptive vessel, completely subject to his whims.
Then the tiger transformed.
His limbs became more slender, and his rich, thick coat regressed into naked human skin. His facial bones and skull rearranged themselves and became Rust’s superlatively handsome face with its high cheekbones and full, sensual lips.
Rust crouched before her, fully naked and magnificent. His cock was very hard and erect. It pointed at her like an accusing finger. He straightened himself soon enough and reared to his full height.
She gazed up at him in wonder. So many questions on her lips. There was a conflict on his face – of restraint, of confusion – but he composed himself soon enough.