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"H...here you go, boss!"

Another nervous plebeian, and another horrible gift, Maria thought, but she managed a sharp, vicious smile as she was expected to, and nodded in kind. "Why, thank you, Martin! This clock will look fantastic here on my desk!"

It seemed there was a national day for everything, anymore, and Maria dreaded the fact that 'National Bosses Day' was the new trend. A day that would have been loved by most supervisors, foremen and managers was a cause for regret when you were the kind of person who preferred silence and solitude, and Maria was very specific about the company that she kept.

This was already the twentieth person she had to deal with... on her floor.

"Sure thing, Maria! Sorry if I...w-wasted your time or anything," Martin couldn't keep from stumbling over his words, every bit as terrified of the vixen as everyone else in her father's company. She was the heir apparent to the fortune that he'd built, and as such, she'd developed a reputation for being born with a silver spoon in her mouth, rather than earning her way to the top of the corporate ladder.

Mentioning that fact around her was a death sentence, and Martin was little more than a timid rabbit working in a cubicle; a bug on her windshield, easily smeared away by the wiper blades.

"No no, Martin! You know I've always got time for my employees," Maria offered, waving a paw both daintily, and dismissively at her guest. Her eyes were devilish, peering through him as if he wasn't even there, and her smile was painted on with the most delicate and talented hands, as if she were a piece of artwork come to life, jumping right off of the canvas.

For just the quickest moment, Martin thought he saw those lips falter for the very first time, but he didn't dare to bring it up. He just backed out of the office awkwardly and bumped against the door, and when Maria didn't even giggle at the sight, he hurried down the hall, pulling the door closed rapidly behind him.

Maria's lips did falter, and Martin never would have guessed the cause of it.

"That should be the last one for the day, Dom. You can actually start trying now, if you're going to."

Maria worked hard, day in and day out, to maintain the company that she was going to inherit. She didn't take her job lightly, and even if she was handed the position, she worked herself to the point that when the weekend came around, she was hardly able to enjoy herself, if not for the help of her half-sister, Valerie.

At the advice of the same, Maria finally did something that she'd been thinking about for a very long time.

"T-trying? Were you even enjoying this?!"

Kept tight in a button-up dress jacket and an extremely short, narrow pencil skirt, the red vixen looked every bit as professional as one would expect her to, even when she was in the privacy of her office; only her high heels came off...

...That, and her panties, dangling from her ankle, as it sat upon the back of her favorite employee, and around the sides of his head, her thighs were squeezing at his cheeks whenever his tongue brushed across the sensitive nub of her clit.

"You've only been at it for two hours," Maria reminded him. She made a point of only showing her satisfaction to the very closest of lovers, and though Dom was starting to earn her trust, he wasn't quite far enough in yet to see her face twisted up in delight. "I tell most men to spend that much time on my breasts before they even get to see my snatch...you have no idea how lucky you are, Dom."

The trickling trail of feminine juices that spilled from her cunt would have been far more enticing to the canine hybrid, a new employee of Maria's, and one who was quickly developing a reputation of being a 'bosses pet.' Naturally, the title was well deserved, and no one was quite sure what Dom actually did around the office, but more often than not, he was on his knees, his cock threatening to burst through the tight seam of his dress slacks, and his muzzle soaked with the naughty juices and wonderful aroma of his own immediate supervisor.

A unique blend of a German Shepherd, a coyote, and a husky, Dom was just the exotic creature that Maria was able to find interesting without having to know too much about him, but she was learning him in a physical way: His technique was solid, but clearly, he was still nervous about impressing his boss, evidenced by the way that he only teased and flickered his tongue over eager clit, but his approach was almost too methodical, too mechanical.

Maria glanced down between her legs and spread them a little wider over the shoulders of the hybrid. Uncaring if she was caught by a wayward employee anymore, she reached down with painted claws and clenched the desperate male by the loose, smooth slack of his tie and pulled him in a little closer, forcing his tongue deep into her sex and putting the warmth of his breath right upon her labia.

"Get. In. There," she ordered, her every word punctuated by a long, deep breath. "You wanna keep your job, Dom...? I'd better be squirting on your face in the next two minutes."

Panic filled the golden eyes of the hybrid as his tie was tugged on again, and his tongue grew sloppy as it spilled from her vaginal passage. His perfect technique and method were set aside by dire need, and Dom coated her pouted folds with a healthy shimmer of his saliva as he tried to find the sweet spot. His paws, once dormant, quickly began sliding up along the insides of her thighs, ruffling the fur upon them and leaving it standing from his touch, until nervous and trembling digits spread her sex apart and one dipped inside, fumbling and searching for her g-spot, knowing about where it should be.

To see him so driven, so determined to make her climax was just the kind of power trip that Maria needed to reach her peak. She only ever allowed one woman to dominate her body, but in her eyes, men were born to be submissive, and their proper place was right between her legs, needing her approval, working only to bring her pleasure.

The new gift, a clock given to her by an employee that she could hardly stand, came in handy as Maria dug her claws into the scruff of Dom's neck and refused to let him move, even as he felt a sudden, extra warmth upon his muzzle. Plentiful, female ejaculate spread across his face, and he tried to pull back, but Maria held fast, keeping him right in place and making absolutely sure that his cheeks and neck would be coated as her hips pushed and and quivered.

"That's really too bad, Dom..."

Despite her best efforts, Maria needed to take a breath before she could finish the bad news. Her inner walls were still clenching and fluttering, pushing the last of her juices up to the surface and allowing them to trickle down over the cheap leather of her office chair, before they spilled to the floor and onto the dress slacks of the poor hybrid.

"W-wha...what do you mean?"

"Two minutes and three seconds by my count," she murmured, her voice laced with a false sense of exasperation. "Guess that means you'll be working overtime, after all."

Dom felt his lower lip quivering with a knowing fear. He wanted to run for the door the moment that Maria stood up from her chair, but he was paralyzed with desires yet to be fulfilled as he watched the liquid arousal pouring down along the inside of her thighs. From under the desk, he could hear Maria taking measured steps across her office, walking over to the door. The telltale clack of the lock left his ears folded back to his head, and he gulped down a mixture of slippery ejaculate and bunched up nerves as the vixen approached the desk once more.

"I hate having to stay late because my employees can't get their work done on time, especially on a Friday," Maria groaned, as if she wasn't going to love every moment of the impending torture. "But, no sense in wasting anymore time than we already have. We'll start with your asshole, Dom...and if you pick up the pace for once, we might have time to get to mine."