I did not need to – the insistent strokes of his tongue on my prostate brought me to a screaming, shuddering, shooting, no-hands orgasm, and jets of my hot cum rained down upon the face of The Shopkeeper, and into his open mouth, and onto the thick, plush oriental carpet.

I was still shuddering and keening, my orgasmic body twitching uncontrollably, as he lowered me, still holding me at arm’s length, the muscles of his incredible arms flexed and as firm as boulders, and he placed the rosebud of my wet ass gently on the tip of his huge dick. He worked me slowly down onto that massive member, which I knew I could never possibly take all the way into me. My knees went on either side of his narrow waist, and I felt the roundness of his firm hips moving his body slowly up and his hard cock smoothly into me, and I opened my mouth as wide as my ass to cry out again as I was filled with his presence inside me.

I had never felt anything even remotely like that before – my body was no longer my body, but was a limp collection of cells wrapped around The Shopkeeper’s Life-giving organ. He began to slowly thrust all the way up into me, and pulled me down on top of his huge chest, and buried my face in the cleft between the mounds of his pecs, with the fabric of The Shirt covering my face and head. He sat up straight then, and with his arms wrapped around me, carried me over onto my back, and I arched my legs above his narrow waist, and his huge strong paws grasped my shoulders tight, so that I could not slide away, and I felt the full weight of that huge, muscular body on top of me as he began to fuck me in earnest.

Lying on my back, I now saw that the ceiling was mirrored too, and I marveled at the beauty of his incredible body as his hard muscles writhed and rippled and romped above me. I was screaming and crying and begging for more – “Aaah!! Please!!! Fuck Me!!! Aaah!! Fuck!!! MMMEEEEEEEE!!!” as The Shopkeeper flexed and thrust deep into me. I felt like I had been torn in half, that his dick was all the way up my throat, with the pink tip pressing against the base of my skull, and its one eye peering into my brain, looking into my mind, seeing my very soul…

There was no longer Time – Time had lost its rhythm, subordinated to that of The Shopkeeper’s dick pounding into me, his huge round balls slapping against my bony ass, the deep grunts as he thrust into me, the powerful rasp of his panting breath as his sweat-slick body labored over me, and the ecstatic beating of my own heart and that of The Shopkeeper. His eyes were open wide as he loomed above me, his sweat dripping down onto me as I eagerly lapped it up, and it seemed that his eyes filled the whole of the room above me as I spiraled into them, the whites like twin rings of incandescent fire, the black pupils dark and deep and unknowable, and I saw a black panther lurking in the depths, and the Panther turned its yellow, feral eyes upon me, and with a roar and a flash of claws leaped out of The Shopkeeper’s eyes as his huge cock disgorged a pulsating jet of sweet man-juice