Big Hands

“If I could have your attention, please” Alex said into the microphone that was in front of her, center stage in the ballroom of the Beverly Hilton that had been converted into a theater. “Thank you all for coming. I know it’s a bit silly to throw a big bash for just a music video, but I’m really proud of it, and I am sure everyone who helped me make it is too.” The tigress, dressed in a pretty red dress with an open back and a slit along the side that made what she wore just a smidge better than being completely naked, smiled at the crowd of friends, fans, and strangers in front of her. She hated when Logan invited people she didn’t know to her little launch parties, but the raccoon knew what she was doing, and the last time that her manager invited someone she didn’t know to her party, Alex was introduced to the head of one of the largest film studios who wanted to help produce a concert movie of her upcoming tour. She and Logan both made fat stacks from the deal, so tolerating the strangers at her parties was a tiny trade-off.

“Plus, my label is practically BEGGING me to use the marketing budget that they have for my upcoming album, which comes out April 19th, by the way.” Alex was able to get an audible cackle from the audience that sounded just like the laugh tracks that were used in early 2000s sitcoms. The reaction from the audience had her beaming – her large teeth reflected the spotlights from above the stage as she cleared her throat and considered pulling out a few jokes now that she had the crowd giggling. But after a quick glance to the side, she saw Logan shaking her head at her. Alex gave her a bashful smile to let her know that she wasn’t about to use the event as a launchpad for her stand-up career and the raccoon gave her a satisfied nod. Just as Alex was about to pull her attention away from the raccoon at the table in the very front, she spotted someone she recognized but was surprised to see was in attendance. Her eyes widened a smidge and she stared at him like a deer in headlights.

It was a six-foot-tall zebra guy dressed in a suit, sitting right behind Logan and smiling at Alex as she gave her welcome speech. The zebra stood out not only because of his height but because of how big his hands were. Even from ten feet away, up on a stage, blinded by the spotlight that was on her, those hands were as clear as they were the first time the tigress saw them.

Alex stared at the zebra’s hands as he reached for the glass of champagne in front of him. She bit her lip as he wrapped his thick fingers around the flute and lost her train of thought completely. The tigress stared at him for close to ten seconds before she remembered that she had a script to stick to.

“Ahem,” Alex cleared her throat. “And we’ll all watch my new music video for my new song One-to-Five featuring Paws Malone in…” The tigress turned around to look behind her at the giant projection screen that turned on to reveal a two-hour countdown timer with big, bold, and loud-looking numbers. The timer ticked from the full two hours down to 1:59:59 and Alex turned back around to face the audience again.

She didn’t mean to, but when she turned back around, her eyes went to the zebra again. He had his champagne glass tilted toward his lips, and it looked comically small in his large… Massive… Mega hands. Alex felt her knees go weak and quickly wrapped her hands around the microphone stand for additional support. She disguised it as just a regular grab and continued with her speech.

“In the meantime, eat, drink, and have fun!” Alex smiled as the crowd clapped. She stood on stage and basked in the applause as she waited for strength to be restored to her knees. About ten seconds later, once she was confident in her ability to walk off the stage without raising any eyebrows, she let go of the microphone stand, brushed her hands on the front of her dress, and stepped down from the stage. Instead of going straight to her table where Logan and the zebra that she had been staring at for most of her speech were, she made a beeline straight to the ladies’ room.

The tigress made her walk to the bathroom look as natural as she possibly could, at least until she was where she assumed was the limit to her manager’s gaze. After that, she sprinted as fast as she could through the tables of guests and dodged a few of the wait staff who all seemed to appear out of nowhere with trays of champagne and food. When she finally made it to the restroom, she burst through the door and nudged the door to each stall open one by one. Once she was sure alone, she locked the main door, walked into the innermost stall, and closed the door behind her. She then let out a heavy sigh.

Alex placed both of her hands against the walls of the bathroom stall as her knees went weak and wobbly again. This time, she wasn’t able to hide it with a firm grip around a mic stand. Her high heels didn’t help either. As her claws dug into the wood of the stall walls, the tigress bit her lip, kicked her Versace heels off, and let out another shaky sigh. She squinted her eyes shut and tried to focus on her breathing. Deep breaths in, deep breaths out.

With her paw pads on the cold bathroom floor, Alex tried to think of anything, anything that wasn’t the zebra’s muscular, strong, two-thirds of her waist with one grip, hands. The harder she tried to avoid thinking of them, the more she thought of them. Even as she tried to focus on things that were seemingly unrelated to hands, all roads brought her back to just how big they were, how many things he was able to hold in them, and how much of her he could touch with just a single hand. Alex’s claws dug deeper into the stall walls as she grit her teeth and let out a frustrated whispery groan.

“Ugh…”

Alex let her hands slide down from the stall walls and her claws left little scratch marks as they pulled out of the pinholes that she had punctured into the wood. After taking in half a dozen deep breaths to calm down, Alex slid herself out of her dress and bra and hung them on the small hook that was on the door of the stall. Left in just her thong that had a small damp line in the front, the tigress slid her fingers underneath the elastics that clung to her hips and slowly pushed the black undergarment down her thighs.

Slowly, the tigress’s thong peeled away from her pussy and revealed a slightly puffy, very wet, and incredibly sticky mess. The fabric that kept her pussy covered resisted being peeled away, but once it gave, a thick string of pussy juice stretched between it and Alex’s pink mound. It looked like someone spilled a bunch of latex glue, or someone from the prop department of the newest Alien movie spilled extraterrestrial saliva all over Alex’s underwear.

“Fuck me…” the tigress said as she looked down passed her tits at her dripping wet pussy. The further Alex pushed her thong down, the further her pussy juice string stretched – she was extra viscous today. Only once her thong had gone past her knees did the string of her natural lubricant finally snap.

Alex was a little less careful with her underwear since it wasn’t on loan from a giant fashion house like her dress and shoes were. After she kicked her panties out from under her feet, she left them on the floor and watched as her arousal dripped down onto the tile just a few inches from it.

‘Spt. Spt.’

After a long and slow exhale out of her puckered lips, Alex reached her hand down to the mess that almost got her an angry call from Donatella Versace herself and brushed the index, middle, and ring fingers of her right hand over her slightly swollen pussy.

‘Schlk. Schlk.’

“Aaaah.” Alex moaned.

“You’re so fucking wet, Miss Marx.” The zebra whispered into Alex’s ear as he slid his hand down the front of her Levis and copped a feel of her mound. His thick fingers slipped into her jeans and her panties at the same time and pressed against her sopping wet cunt. His hand was so big that his palm alone was enough to cover more than half of her pelvic region and just two of his fingers covered her pussy completely from clit to taint. If he wanted to, he probably could pick her up with just one hand, a thought that Alex found insanely attractive. 

Alex was incredibly wet; the zebra was spot on with that – but she didn’t like being called Miss Marx, it felt far too formal for what they were doing; getting handsy in Alex’s makeup trailer on the set of her newest music video.

With a soft gasp as the short fur on the zebra’s fingers brushed over her sensitive clitoris and labia, the pop star tigress grabbed the striped equine’s tight muscle shirt, pulled on it, and moaned through gritted teeth.

“Aaah. Christ.” Alex could hear her grandmother cursing her from across state lines for using the Lord’s name in vain. “You're making it sound like I’m taking advantage of my position as your boss. Just Alex is fine, Taylor.” Alex stared at the hand that was down her pants for a few seconds before she redirected her gaze to Taylor’s and smiled.

Taylor was more than a willing participant – he took notice of Alex’s interest in his hands from the very first moment that they started filming. His big and strong equine hands provided a steady grip for the fast-paced camera work that the tigress’s music video required. The song was about a fast-paced video game after all. He found her attraction to his hands odd, but the constant shift of her gaze down to his hands, whenever they had a “Cut!” from the director, wasn’t as subtle as the tigress thought it was. Neither was the lip bite that she did as she stared and presumably imagined how his hands felt on her body.

The next time the director shouted from his chair, Taylor winked at Alex and nudged his head toward his hands to let her know that he knew what was up. The tigress never fully recovered from the flush of red that spread all over her face after that, and her makeup artist had to come to touch up her face about a dozen times between takes.

Once filming had wrapped, Alex dragged the zebra to her trailer by his colossal hands as her pussy juice ran down her leg. Had she been just a minute slower in dragging him to her on-set sex dungeon, she would have slipped in her own goo and caused a workplace injury and a lot of paperwork for Logan.

“Alright, Miss Alex.” Taylor complied and shrugged his shoulders. “I won’t #MeToo you, don’t worry. I’m the one with my hand on your pussy, a jury will believe you over me.” He joked.

Alex let out a laugh through her heavy breathing, which was immediately interrupted by the zebra curling his digits inward against her pussy.

“Hhhaaaagyuhhhhh…” Alex moaned as she felt the tips of Taylor’s fingers gently push passed her labia and dip into her love canal. His fingers were like thick sausages, but with dexterity that no meat product had. As the zebra sunk his fingers down to the second joint, he curled them inward and put pressure on Alex’s G-spot. He moved his thumb to her clitoris, rubbed it in circles like a genie lamp, put his arm up on the shelf above Alex’s head, and looked down at her with an evil grin. Alex tried to look at him, too, but she couldn’t; the pressure against her G-spot had her bucking her hips into his hand. The zebra thought it was cute, but most importantly, he thought how tightly she clenched around his muscular fingers was hot. As her pussy squeezed around his curled fingers over and over, the zebra bit his lip and pushed his fingers in even deeper into her depths. Down to the third joint on his fingers, he curled them even more and pushed his thumb against her clit even harder. As the tigress humped into his hand, Taylor felt the biggest stripe on his body throb.

Alex could feel Taylor’s “big stripe” press against her leg as it got longer, thicker, and stronger as if the zebra highlighted that particular stripe in Microsoft Word and changed the formatting to bold. And while she was quite inebriated from having her pussy pickpocketed, she was still coherent enough to recognize what that stripe that she felt growing against her was.

His dick; a male zebra’s biggest stripe was his dick.

Taylor had a big dick, like most, if not all equines – and he was ready to whip it out for the tigress. But as he tried to pull his hand that was lodged deep inside Alex out to help him undo his pants, he felt her clench around his fingers even tighter. Her pussy’s grip on his fingers was so tight that it felt like she pulled him back in when he tried to pull out. The zebra’s eyes widened and he raised his brows when he realized he couldn’t get his fingers out of Alex at all.

“Not ready to let me go?”

“Just… A… LITTLE… MOREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” Alex moaned in between each word and humped into the zebra’s fingers like her life depended on it. Her clenches became more frequent and tighter. She grabbed Taylor’s arm and nudged him to move his hand in and out of her. He did just that and watched as the tigress moaned and moaned louder and louder. Her hips thrusted back and forth so fast that she shook the thin wooden wall she was leaning against.

‘TKTKTKTK!’ the wall behind Alex made a horrible noise as she pounded her hips into the zebra’s fingers.

Alex felt a tingling sensation in her loins as her pussy clenched rapidly around the fingers inside of her. Her hips showed no sign of slowing down, and neither did Taylor’s fingers. Her pussy juice squirted all over the place and she bit down on her lip, hard.

“Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Fuck!”

‘TKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKtktktktk…tk…tk...tk.’ The wall’s shaking stopped, Alex’s hips slowed down, and her pussy released the fingers inside of it. As Taylor’s fingers slipped free with a wet and saucy ‘plop!’, she slouched, tilted her head up to look at the ceiling, and sighed. Pussy juice continued to flow from her as she leaned against the wall and stared at the yellow ceiling light that she just now noticed was flickering and in need of a bulb change. 

Getting back into her dress proved to be more of a challenge than Alex initially thought. But once she had it zipped up in the right places, she slipped into her high heels, walked out of the bathroom stall that she had spent the last half hour or so in, adjusted her dress so that it was just right, and reapplied her lipstick that had somehow smudged during her session of me-time. As she put on her lipstick in the mirror, the lights in the bathroom flickered. Alex’s label paid top dollar for the venue; one would expect the bathrooms to not have a faulty light bulb.

With her lipstick reapplied and her dress straightened out, Alex left the ladies’ room and made her way to her table. She stopped to mingle and chat with a few people who waved at her, and was just a few tables away from her own when she was stopped by Logan who appeared out of nowhere.

“Where have you been?” the raccoon quizzed her; her eyebrows furrowed.

“I was in the bathroom, taking a piss, and I got stopped by a bunch of people who wanted to chat on the way back,” Alex answered, having rehearsed her semi-fib almost to perfection. Logan accepted her explanation without any hesitation, which was a little unusual, but Alex wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“I wanted to introduce you to some people here. Since you decided you were too good for our table.”

Alex looked at her manager and the three people that she had brought with her and smiled.

Logan had her champagne glass, which was completely empty in her left hand, so she gestured to the three men by her side with her right, one by one.

The first was a leopard. “This is Christopher Dominguez, he’s the editor of your latest music video.” Christopher smiled and reached his hand toward Alex for a handshake, which Alex gladly accepted.

The second was a chameleon, who had his headphones on his shoulders, even though he was dressed in a tuxedo and at a formal gathering. Alex didn’t need Logan to tell her that he was the sound guy. “This is Justin Maddox. Sound engineer.” Alex shook his hand, too.

“Nice to meet you.”

The third was a zebra, and he extended his hand out to Alex before Logan even introduced him. His hand was burly, massive, and humungous. A hand that could grab almost her entire waist in it. Alex recognized it instantly and stared.

“And this right here is…”

“Taylor,” Alex interrupted Logan and shifted her eyes from the zebra’s hand to his face and smiled. Taylor smiled right back at her before he added his last name and occupation to complete the proper introduction. “Hayes. The Grip.”

Alex took his hand in hers and gave it a firm shake.

Logan, suspicious, squinted her eyes at both Alex. Her suspicion faded rather quickly thanks to the champagne that was in her system. “Oh my, my, so your recent success hasn’t made you a diva, yet.” The raccoon chuckled before she took another sip of the sparkling dizzy juice in her hand. She said something else after that but Alex didn’t hear it as she was a little preoccupied watching Taylor adjust his tie with his big, hefty, fuckable hands.

Alex bit her lip and her knees went weak again.

“Fuck,” she muttered under her breath.

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Art by SMU

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