Page 58 of Tiger Queen

“Thank you for enforcing the new rules.”

He shrugged. “That’s how dad should have run this place.”

Jake made an unpleasant noise, but didn’t say anything more.

Later that night I sneaked down the hall into David’s room, since it was the farthest away from Jake’s room. David and Anthony were already waiting inside. Anthony closed the door behind me and pounced on me like a hungry tiger, practically ripping my clothes off so they could cover my body with kisses. It was the third threesome we had had, and I couldn’t get enough. It was so much more exciting than one-on-one sex. So much more fulfilling.

But tonight, David tried something new.

I was on my hands and knees on the bed, sucking off Anthony while David fucked me doggy style. The three of us had been at it for over an hour. Both of them had already come once, and we were sweaty and drunk with pleasure. David gripped my ass with his fingers and spread my cheeks apart while fucking me in long, deep strokes.

He adjusted his grip on my cheeks, and one of his fingers brushed the edge of my asshole. An unexpected moan escaped my lips. Urged on, David adjusted his grip again so that two fingers were pressed right against it. Another moan drifted out of me.

And then he slid one finger inside.

It was surprising. Touching the outside was much different than shoving a finger into my tight backdoor, but that’s exactly what he did. And it slid inside with surprising ease.

It felt weird. It felt different. And then it felt really good.

I made a noise deep within my throat like a wild cat. David began moving his finger in and out, a little bit deeper each time.

“You like having that tight little ass fingered?” he crooned behind me.

I couldn’t form the words to answer him. The combination of his cock in my pussy and his finger in my ass was so intense that an electrifying orgasm took hold of my body. Anthony held my face down on his crotch and came in my mouth moments later, followed quickly by David coming in my pussy from behind.

“I didn’t know you liked that,” David said after.

“Neither did I,” I admitted.

“But you did, right?” Anthony asked curiously.

I blinked. “Why do you ask?”

A sheepish grin spread across his handsome, sweaty face. “Well, as soon as he did it your lips tightened around my shaft and you sucked me off like there was no tomorrow. I thought I could have gone for several more minutes until he started fingering your ass, and then… bam.”

I kissed him on the lips. “Well then there’s your answer. I liked it very much.” Loose and relaxed from the lovemaking, I added, “Next time maybe you can try more than just your finger.”

I left them standing there with their mouths open as I returned to my room.

When I passed Jake’s room, the door was open. The tattooed man was sitting on the floor and reading a copy of The Count of Monte Cristo.

“Sleep well,” he said with a knowing smile.

As I went to bed, I pretended like he totally wasn’t aware of what I was doing with his brothers.

The days were beginning to grow hot at the zoo, which meant that the mornings were humid. The short walk from the house to the zoo the next morning left my face covered with sweat and dark stains under my pits.

The band saw was buzzing noisily inside the food preparation building indicating that David had once again beaten me here, but then I saw with surprise that I wasn’t even the second person to arrive to work this day. A figure stood outside the building, her face illuminated by the glow of her cell phone.

“Mary Beth? What are you doing here so early?”

“I was hoping I could help you with the feeding,” she said cheerfully. “Maybe I could pick your brain and learn some stuff along the way? If that’s okay?”

I smiled. “Of course it’s okay.”

Despite my joy at Mary Beth’s initiative, it was kind of annoying having her with me. For someone who said giving tour guides exhausted her, she talked a lot. She peppered me with questions about the food, the animals, the dietary needs. What I knew about the zoo. She even asked about Crazy Carl himself, if I had ever gotten to work with him and if I thought he was really dead. Apparently there was a weird Facebook group that thought he had faked his own death to avoid the feds prosecuting him for illegal animal trade.

But having Mary Beth shadow me helped with her tour skills. She incorporated her new knowledge into the tours she gave later that day.

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