Here goes everything.

  Turning the handle of the door, I step out and see Oswald in his outfit. He’s black and white with horns on his head.

  “You look great, really great.”

  “Thank you. You do, too.” I answer him, shocked I can hear through all this padding. “So, now what do we do?”

  “Act like goats. Oh, my goat’s name is Harry. What’s yours?” He walks over to a pile of hay bales where he climbs on all fours till he’s securely on them. “Baaa.”

  “Oh, I didn’t know I was to name it, or myself, I mean. Ah, Blossom. I’ll be Blossom. Isn’t that ‘baaa’ a sheep sound?”

  “No, I’m a goat.” Oswald moves his head up and down like he’s headbutting the next bale.

  “Yes, but baa, isn’t that what sheep say?”

  “Oh, maybe I think goats are a little more anxious. Like BAAA,” he bleats out.

  “Sure.” I can’t help but laugh. “Don’t they make m sounds too?”

  “You try it.” He looks at me with his goat’s head turned to the side.

  “Umm,” I take a deep breath. “Maaaa,” I come off wimpy.

  “Wonderful. We’re goats, maaa.” He continues to hit the bale.

  I go over to the trampoline and get down on all fours, bouncing up and down. Shocked that it’s holding my weight. “Maaa,” I add.

  Well, they weren’t lying. This is definitely different from my old world. No wonder Madam said to have an open mind. And I can just see Monsieur Lafayette laughing, thinking of my face when I saw the outfit.

  “Maaa.”

  “Maaa.”

  I go to get off the trampoline, and it overturns with me on it. I lay on my back and laugh. Oswald looks at me then he flops over, landing on the floor with his legs and arms straight up in the air and doesn’t move.

  “Oswald?” No answer.

  “Maaa,” I try, but he doesn’t do anything.

  “Oswald!” I sit up and crawl over to him. Shaking his right arm, it doesn’t move, it’s stiff. I scoot down, so I am over his chest. “OSWALD!” I press and shake his chest.

  FUCK! I’ve killed my first client!

  Puffffff, Oswald blows out a breath, then moves his head so he can see me through the eye holes.

  “Oh my gosh Oswald are you alright? What happened? Did you get too hot?” I’m leaning over his nose so I can see straight down into his eyes.

  He laughs. Laughs!

  “What are you laughing about? Did you hit your head?” I demand.

  “I’m Harry, the fainting goat,” he says between chuckles.

  “Excuse me?” I sit up, pretty sure I didn’t hear him right.

  “I’m Harry, the fainting goat. I fainted.” He’s laughing so hard he rolls over on my knees. “Get it? I fainted.”

  “Oh, I get it.” I punch him in the side. “I thought you died!”

  “No.” He’s still chortling. “Really?”

  “Yes, really, I was this close to–” I hold up my hand, forgetting I have a hoof instead. “YES!”

  “I’m sorry, Hailee…”

  “Blossom,” I correct him.

  He sits up, takes off his head, and scoots back against the bale. “I’m sorry, Blossom. I didn’t mean to scare you like that.”

  Taking off my head, I tell him, “I’m glad you’re not dead. But, if you’re going to keep fainting… warn me first.”

  Leaning forward, he pulls me to him. “I promise I’ll warn you before fainting.” Oswald leans closer and kisses me. This kiss is soft and warm. I’ve never been kissed like this. He wraps his arm around me as his tongue pokes my lips. Opening them, I allow him entrance. Not sure what to do, I mimic his tongue’s movements. Ending the kiss, he looks at me. “I’m sorry I scared you.”

  “It’s alright. Helped us establish some rules. Rule number one, no dying. Rule number two, always warn before fainting. See, we’re doing well.”

  “I adore rules.” Oswald flips me over, so I’m now on my back with him looking down at me.

  Shit.

  Defense mode kicking in.

  No, it’s okay, breathe. Go with it. Be in charge.

  He brings his mouth down on mine, and this time I’m ready. My tongue is in his mouth first. My belly feels like it’s full of butterflies.

  See, it’s alright. These guys are not going to hurt you. Remember, you have friends and a big, bad, very old vampire on your side.

  Relaxing, I wrap my arms around him. We kiss like that for quite a while until Oswald sits up, pulling me up with him.

  “What now?” I ask. Not sure what he wants to do next.

  “More goat time?” he says, although it sounds more like a question.

  I wasn’t expecting that, but he’s the client. “Sure.” I reach for my head and put it back on. “Maaa,” I utter, getting on all fours.

  Damn, I’m going to be sore tomorrow.

  I walk over to the hay bales on the other side of the room and climb up on top of them. I sit back on my legs and watch as Oswald, aka Harry, headbutts a wooden box in the grass.

  I sure wasn’t expecting this tonight but, I guess it could be worse. I mean, I’m getting paid to pretend I’m a goat, so, why not? But, I wonder if he’ll want more?

  Moving down my bales, I go over to where he is moving the box around.

  “Maaa,” he emits when I headbutt the same box.

  Harry comes around the side of me and rubs his head on mine, then down my side. He headbutts my ass and then comes up the other side of me. I move my hips to push him over.

  “Fainting,” he calls out as he flops over and goes stiff.

  “Thank you.” I push him with my head.

  When he returns from the faint, he pushes on my head with his. Standing my ground, I push back. We go back and forth like this for a while. Us on all fours, dressed as goats in the middle of my room, headbutting each other.

  Oswald stops pushing me. “I would like us to take our fursuits off. Leave the heads, but take the bodies off.”

  “Alright.” I have to admit, it’s not super hot in here, but the more physical activity we do, the warmer I get. I make to stand and return to the closet, but Oswald speaks up.

  “No, here, together.” He sheds his hooves as I stop and stand in place, turning so I face him.

  I pull off mine, too. He stands and unzips his suit. Immediately, I can see the light array of hair on his chest. He still has his blue boxers on. Unzipping mine, I step out of the fur and let it fall to the grass. I chose to wear a set that matched my dark blue dress. Rhinestones in the middle of the bra and along the top of my panties. His goat’s head looks me over, head to toe, and I see his cock begin to poke out from the opening in the boxers. He has more of a dad bod than I originally thought. Some extra in the middle, but I don’t care, his sweet kindness attracts me to him. That and his lovely strong arms. The thickness of those arms is impressive.

  “Hooves on or off,” I ask him.

  “On, I think.” He slides one on, then the other, so I follow suit.

  He reaches over with his hooved hand and slowly runs it down the side of my neck where the head stops, then down my chest and over one breast. He continues down my stomach and stops right above my panty line. Bringing his head back up to look at me.

  “You’re beautiful, Blossom.”

  Smiling inside, I know he can’t see it. “Thank you. That made me smile.”

  Putting his arm around me, he brings us to our knees then lays me down in the grass with him above me. His hooved hand retracing its path, then gliding above my bra line.

  “Okay, next time I’ll pick a fursuit with gloves instead of hooves. I can’t do anything in these.” Oswald flicks a covered hand in the air.

  “You could take one off. You can make the rules,” I voice in a flirtatious way. I’m liking the attention and feeling of being wanted. This is totally different from just get your pants off and let me get off. This is like he enjoys spending time with me.

  “I do enjoy rules. Alright rule number three, hooves are a no.” He removes one of his hands from the hoof, then tosses it aside. “There is one on, one off. But for now, you leave yours on.”

  “Maaa.” I nod my head.

  Oswald turns his head sideways as he looks at me. His ungloved hand moves to my right breast. He massages it and pulls it forward through my bra. He moves to the left one and does the same. I can feel my nipples hardening. Pinching them, he continues to play with them. Bringing his hooved hand to the top of my thighs, he pushes them apart.

  Here we go. He’ll fling it out and get at it.

  Instead he runs the gloved hand up and down between my legs. He doesn’t reach for his cock or anything, just keeps rubbing me.

  “Can I take these off?” Oswald asks, lifting the edge of my underwear with his uncovered hand.

  “Sure.”

  DID HE JUST ASK? Like really, he asked? Fuck, that’s never happened before. Maybe these guys are different.

  With him sliding and me lifting my hips, we manage to get them off with one hand. I start to giggle and Oswald chuckles.

  “That was talented.” I laugh.

  “Thank you. Rule three is definite.” He laughs again, and runs his hand down my stomach, not commenting on or squeezing my extra weight. It seems to not bother him at all. The voice in my head starts talking, but I shut it down.

  Oswald runs his hand up my slit, and opens my lips at the top, then pushes his finger downward until he finds my clit.

  It’s going to hurt. Be ready for it.

  Defense mode kicking in.

  Oranges, flowers, Cheetos.

  Stop. I told myself. Don’t panic. This is different.

  CHAPTER 10

  His strong finger rubs my clit and damn, if it doesn’t feel good. I unconsciously arch my back when he applies more pressure. He immediately parts my lips and slides a finger inside.

  He didn’t shove it in.

  He is gentle and kind. Like he’s enjoying this, too.

  I’m glad I have this head on. So, he doesn’t see how shocked and surprised I look.

  Inserting another finger brings me out of my thoughts and back to him. His hoofed hand is rubbing my breasts while the non-hoofed one is sliding two fingers in and out of me. And it’s fantastic.

  He starts rhythmically rubbing my clit and pushing his fingers in. A moan escapes my mouth before I can stop it. Oswald takes that as encouragement and speeds up his hand movements. I raise my hips, trying to get him deeper. I’m lost in the feeling of building pressure. When he pushes harder on my clit, I peak and come, gripping his fingers with my vagina. My knees lock in around him.

  OH. MY. GOAT!

  “Oswald, that was. Oh wow,” is all I can manage to whimper.

  I can hear him laugh. “On all fours, please, Blossom.”

  He backs up a little as I roll over onto my hands and knees. Sticking my ass into the air.

  “We’re doing this goat style.”

  I feel him line himself up behind me and, for a moment, I’m nervous, but it goes away when Oswald inserts his cock into my wetness. The feeling of having just orgasmed and now being full of him is like none other. Usually, I’m only wet because I put water inside before I meet the man. This time, fuck, this time feels amazing.

  Oswald’s slow at first, taking his time pushing in and slowly pulling out. His hooves, he replaced his other glove as soon as he was inside, are holding my sides. After a few strokes, he speeds up. He’s pushing and pulling on my hips while he’s thrusting in and out. Moaning with pleasure, I start pushing myself back to meet his cock, trying to get him deeper. Oswald speeds up even more, I drop my head; it feels so good. He must have taken his hoof off because his finger reaches under and starts fingering my clit. It doesn’t take more than four more strokes and I come. And come hard, my muscles throbbing around him trying to squeeze everything they can from this new friend of theirs. Two thrusts after I come, Oswald comes too. He holds my hips against his as he presses himself into me.

  “Good grief, okay, I think I’m done being a goat. I can’t breathe in this head.” Oswald removes his cock while taking off his goat’s head.

  Thrilled, I instantly take mine off, too, as well as the hooved gloves. “Thank goodness, I was panting in there. I have a new appreciation for goats.”

  Oswald lets out a hearty laugh. “Allow me.” He offers his hand to help me stand up.

  “I’m going to use the restroom. Help yourself to drinks and snacks.” I point to the place where the refrigerator stands. “I’ll be right back.”

  Stepping into the bathroom, I shut the door behind me and stand leaning against it.

  I can’t believe a man just fingered me for no reason other than to bring me pleasure. And the sex. Wow, I’ve never had two orgasms. Shit, I’ve never had a man bring me to one!

  I hustle to use the bathroom and fix my hair. After being in that, it has my hair plastered to my face. Looking better, I walk back into the room and find Oswald sitting in the bed with a water, a bottle of juice, an orange, and a container of chips sitting on the bale of hay next to the bed.

  I go get a water and a juice, then join him in the bed. Sitting the pillows up against the headboard, he holds them in place as I get in.

  “Hi,” I murmur.

  “Hi there. I decided animal outfits are not for me. They’re hot, I couldn’t see very well, and it was hard to breathe when things got going.”

  “Okay, rule number four, no fur outfits for us.” I declare, then take a drink of juice. “So, tell me, what made you want to try goats?” I ask, wishing I would have grabbed an orange.

  “I wanted to experiment. I saw a video of a conference where everyone wore the suits, and they had hook ups. So, I did some research, and I thought it would be something to try.” He picks up his orange and starts peeling it. “I guess, if I’m honest, I thought if I could find a woman who was willing to try it, that would speak volumes.”

  “Have you tried it with another woman?” I’m curious how many times he’s tried it.

  He hands me half his orange, which I gladly take. “Two places wouldn’t let me bring it. One said I could, but the lady probably wouldn’t be into it. I wanted to call here first but Sins and Silk has such an upstanding reputation, I didn’t think she would allow it. When I ran out of options, I called her. I should have called her first.”

  “Had you called then, I wouldn’t have been here, and we wouldn’t have met.” Looking sideways at him, I smile. “I mean, I’m sure one of the others would have done it.”

  Finishing his water, he sets the bottle back on the bale. He turns back to me and leans over.

  “I’m glad I waited. You understand rules.” He gives a small, guttural laugh before he kisses me. Sliding me down so I’m laying on the bed and not against the headboard, he leans over me as we kiss. I can feel his cock is hard again. My vagina aches when he rubs against my thigh.

  Go with it. Enjoy it. The words of the ladies play in my head. You’re one of us. These men are different. Trust us.

  He ends the kiss and slides down my neck, kissing and flicking his tongue. His hot breath on my wet neck sends shivers down my spine. I’m running my arms up and down his back while he’s breathing in my ear.

  “You’re so beautiful.”

  His hand slides to my breast, where he runs his hand over it on the outside of the fabric of my bra.

  “I think we can do better.” Sitting up slightly, I pull my bra out and slide my arm through the strap. Pulling my bra over my head, I toss it aside.

  “How do you women do that?” Oswald’s watching me with a furrowed brow. “I don’t think my arm would bend like that.”

  “It’s a secret. We’re not allowed to tell, sorry, it’s a fact.” I flirtatiously tilt my head and raise my eyebrows. “You wouldn’t want me to break the rules, would you?”

  “Damn, you know exactly what to say.”

  Oswald moves down to my chest first sucking on my right breast. He squeezes and pulls on the other. I didn’t know my breasts could feel like this. Kneading and tugging without extreme pain is so foreign to me. This is sexy and erotic. He switches and takes my left breast into his mouth while playing with the other one. When he sucks hard on it, I bring my nails up his back.

  Sliding his hand down between my legs, he rubs his hand up and down over my opening. I want to return the feeling so I bring my leg up and rub it on his hard cock.

  “Hailee, I should tell you. I don’t want you to suck on my dick. I won’t lick or suck on you either.”

  “You don’t want me to put my mouth on your, ah, penis?” I ask, shocked at his request.

  “No, I pee there. I don’t want to kiss you after you’ve sucked on my pee shaft.”

  I laugh. I couldn’t have stopped myself if I tried. Oswald watches for a moment, then slips two fingers inside me. They are so long they slide in deep. This causes me to stop laughing and moan in pleasure.

  He hates blow jobs? Honestly, he’s a treasure! I’ve given so many blow jobs in my lifetime. Blow jobs and straight to fucking. Honestly, a man that doesn’t want one? Sign me up!

  The insertion of a third finger brings my attention, speeding back to him. He’s changed positions so I can reach his cock. Wrapping my hands around it, I realize I was so nervous the first time, I didn’t pay attention to his size, just the fact that a man gave me an orgasm. Oswald’s got a good size on him, not too huge that a lady’s frightened of what it would do to her. It has an impressive girth and is a little larger than the normal sized male.

  Wrapping my hand around it I have room to slide up and down, stroking it as I run my hand over the head. He stops moving his fingers. So, I do it again and Oswald hangs his head and groans.

  “My head gets very sensitive when I’m this hard.”

  “Good to know.” I smile a mischievous smile as I pull all my fingers up from just below the head until they meet in the middle.