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Sargon is the manager of a small/medium sized company and one of his employees desires a raise. He know this but she's been too shy and uncertain of herself to ask directly and he's happy to leave things as-is and not to be paying her extra. So when she finally dose work up enough nerve to confront her boss he just leads her on about how their money is tight and it would be hard to stretch any more... but that he might be able to give her a smaller raise if she were, say, willing to prove her loyalty to the company there in his office...

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The young dragoness stood fidgeting with her dress just outside the large wooden door with a sign on it that read "Sargon - CEO". The fact that her manager was also the owner of the company didn't help her nervous resolve any. She'd told herself today was the day she'd ask for that raise! Of course just like the dozen times before, all that self-encouraging internal pep-talk she did sometimes for days beforepaw would deflate and disappear from the fear of rejection. Oh she'd hinted at it on the side several times but he never seemed to catch on. Dropping and brushing her dress out, she gritted her teeth and reached out to knock three times in a little more hurried fashion than the black female would have liked but she had to get it out before she could convince herself to leave. There was a nervous clench in her stomach followed by short throbbing ach- it didn't help that she was in season too but she'd made flimsy excuses to back down over and over- this time she'd see it through to the end... one way or another!

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Sargon looked up from his desk at the unexpected rapping on his rather substantial door. A pile of rather important documents were lined up neatly along the rather impressive and imposing piece of furniture. Indeed, the entire design of his office featured dark wood in grand and elegant carving; the whole lot of it was rather imposing- something the great dragon has always found useful. Glancing at his clock, the large feral male thought it was still too early for his meeting. Corporate businessmen had more tact then to arrive this early. "Come," he spoke in a deep, assertive, rumbling tone.

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Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly to calm her overstressed nerves, the dressed female pushed the great wooden door open and poked her head in, those solid green eyes taking a quick survey of the room. Almost disappointed at not to find some other sort of important business transaction or the like going on that would give her real reason to retreat, she notices only the large blue drake behind his impressive desk, sorting through papers as if she weren't even there. She freezes for a moment before those golden eyes lift up and stare directly at her, the look alone quite clearly asking why he's being disturbed without the need to say even a single word. She just let it roll from there, the carefully planned speech evaporating into basic though comprehensible sentence. "Are you free for a moment Mr. Sargon?" She asks, trying to hide her nervousness as best as possible.

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The draconian CEO is wearing a full feral version of a suit, a rather elegant affair in black extravagant fabric embroidered with silver. His eyes narrow at the question. "My time is never free, Miss Dracasis. What do you want?" He sets down the document he was holding, his cold, slitted yellow eyes looking over you as if to say he's already been disturbed so get on with it already. Even if his expression doesn't show it, the blue dragon takes the opportunity to look over the black scaled female... a body like that something he's never lacked appreciation for.

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She tries her best not to let the chosen words bother her and steps into the office and closing the door behind her, taking her time to give the poor girl a few moments to pick her words. There's an uncomfortably long stretch of silence between them before she lifts her head and speaks again while trying to be as assertive as possible. It's difficult to maintain her nerve with the stretch of space between herself and her manager rather empty and imposing, just the two of them here and the room surprisingly quiet making her words seem louder in her ears than she intended. "Mr. Sargon sir, I'd... I'd like to request a raise for myself. I do good work, I put in my hours, done everything that's asked of me without fail-" She starts off good though knowing how he is with money, the last words take a bit of effort to squeeze out. "-so... I would appreciate at least a small pay raise, sir." She adds to the end, tail swishing with obvious nervousness.

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Sargon says nothing, letting silence loom over her request, letting the atmosphere do its work to weaken the smaller female's resolve and put her a little more on edge. The longer he leaves her unanswered, the more uncomfortable the request will feel until finally his eye ridges furrow. "You want more money from me?" he finally rumbles in a deep, growly voice. He lets it hang in the air for some time once more before he continues using his best articulate and assertive tone. "Our last contract just fell through," he grumbles, gesturing to the document he was just holding (which is, in fact, a purchase order... but never mind that). "Money is going to be tight until we can land another deal. Indeed, I may need to look at shrinking my company. And you're standing here demanding more money?" The words are carefully chosen, accusing and firm putting the poor thing in the spotlight as the 'evil' half of this conversation.

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"Oh..." That backfired... Great timing girl! Her features instantly slacken from one of resolve to one of a mix of surprise, fear and even a bit of shame. She bites her lower lip a little, tail going from a nervous sway to dead still in but a second, trying to think of how to salvage the situation. "Well... I mean, I'm not demanding. I just, you know, had hoped things were going well enough to share a bit with your most loyal employee?" Most loyal employee?! That was the best you could come up with...? She hopelessly reprimanded herself in silent reflection. With an intense pressure building in her chest, threatening to burst out in a flurry of embarrassing emotions, she was about ready to pour out an apology and burst back out the door.

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Sargon could tell he had her on the run; indeed, it was his intention. He knew she would stay even if he paid her less, he could afford to bully her. But right about then, her scent started to permeate his office. The CEO considered his resources... and his interests. "Are you now? My most loyal employee?" The blue dragon lets the sound of skepticism drool from his tongue tips. "Perhaps some sort of compensation increase could be justified if your responsibilities were expanded. You would have to work harder for me." He narrows his eyes then, "Are you interested?" he speaks, using the spark of hope and the sudden change to keep her off balance.

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Um... wait... did she just hear that correctly? She almost wanted to ask him to repeat it but refrained, piecing the words together over several seconds. Work harder... but with a raise? Well that seemed reasonable enough- after all, she didn't expect to get less work and more pay. "Uhm... well, yes, of course... sir." She spoke meekly with obvious lack of authority but clear desire to do whatever it took to both sooth the situation and get the desired reward. She might even be willing to go that far if the great blue drake played his cards right.

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Sargon looks over her again, as if assessing her qualities... though he's actually letting his eyes lustfully take in just a few specific 'qualities'. "I have to spend long days in this office and I could use an assistant who will be present as needed. This would be in addition to your previous duties of course." He pauses again, considering her for effect and then continues, "Someone who can fetch things I need, or do whatever I care for. Without question. For instance..." He leans forward a little and holds the attractive youthful female in his intense gaze, "My hind paws are rather sore today. Come around my desk and rub them, Miss Dracasis."

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This wasn't something she had ever anticipated in any of the millions of scenarios her mind had run through; however, a personal assistant to the company CEO could be a very nice position to be in. Taking a moment to consider, the young girl couldn't argue with the offer and, while rubbing feet wasn't something she expected to do, the raise would be worth it- at least thats what she told herself. Meekly, she did as she was asked, moving slowly from the door, to the side of the desk and around behind it, giving her manager one last look before taking up a position beside him. Not quite sure how to proceed, she just did what came easy, reaching out to lift one leg and massage the footpad for several moments before looking up to see if she were doing a satisfactory job.

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Lounging in a chair appropriately designed for the dragon's thick tail, it allows him to sit comfortably. He watches the young female round his desk and his spines bristle slightly with anticipation as she approaches him, raising his right hind paw. Inwardly, he smiles as she leans down to rub it with her forepaws. That's a good start, he thinks to himself he doesn't show it. Instead, he outwardly displays quite the opposite looking rather displeased. "With your tongue, Miss Dracasis." He intones the words with a long emphasis, as if it would have been obvious to anyone else but her that this was the manner in which such a task would be done. "You are my most loyal employee, aren't you?"

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She blinks... with tongue? That has to be the oddest request she's ever received but if that's what is required to get her promotion and prove her loyalty, it was worth the sacrifice. The moment of hesitation passes as she slowly and carefully extends her tongue while still holding the paw up and lets that slimy oral organ slide over and soon between the toes. She's obviously hesitant at first having zero experience with this sort of activity but being such a simple task, it isnt long before she has those toeclaws glossy with dragon drool. It's a little harder to look up and see if she has his approval but since she hasnt been given her any more of a 'reprimand' she takes it as a good sign. There isn't much flourish to her actions, performing the task simply with all the excitement one would have cleaning laundry but she dose it all the same, licking her manager's toes without question.

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Sargon rumbles his pleasure after a time, pleased with how readily the black dragoness is willing to take such an unusual order. He splays out his toes as she works over them, enjoying his dominance in the action. "That will do for now, Miss Dracasis. I will grant you a two-percent raise for such services." He casually strokes a fore paw over the ridge of her snout rather possessively. "I am impressed by such loyalty, you see." He sets his hind paw down now, withdrawing it from her maw and widening his stance in the chair. The multi-million dollar CEO rather casually reaches between his hinds with those large powerful foreclaws and unfastens the crotch of his suit. He draws it open and eases out two rather large, thick grey hemipenes... right there before his employee as if it were nothing. "Four percent if you are loyal enough to... rub... other things as well." He says 'rub' with the same tone as before, implying it should also be done with her tongue.

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Dracasis' eyes widen, eyes locked on his paws as the drake who signs her paycheck so casually eases his rather erect twin cocks from the all-too confining space of his pants. A furious blush brightens her cheeks as they're given a single stroke and left to dangle before the dragoness in his employ. Again she pauses in thought, biting her lower lip, 2% wasn't bad but doubling it would be even better... Honestly this sort of bargaining was strangely easier than trying to talk her way through it. She'd be fumbling over words, easily manipulated and left confused. So far the only thing her tongue had to do yet was lick over a bit of flesh to get her raise. That's all it really was, just a different part of the body, not that much different than his toes right? At least that was her rationalization as she steeled herself and reached out gently with a paw, taking hold of one of his two juicy spires and eased her muzzle toward it just a bit while her tongue slid out with a fresh coat of saliva to lick and graze that thick shaft with relatively relaxed ease.

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The CEO's hemipenes twitches, bobbing up and down slightly... expectantly with the blue dragon's pulse as the attractive female consider what she was willing to do. He let out a shivering breath as her tongue grazed across his right length. There was a subtle taste of another dragoness' vent upon it... as if he had screwed another dragoness recently and not showered afterward. Indeed, he had taken advantage of a white dragoness in the mail room earlier before heading out to lunch. She had been a little less willing at the time, but the position of her paycheck under his watchful eye had helped get her into the right position beneath him as well and made quite certain she wouldn't talk to anyone. "Do it properly, Miss Dracasis," he rumbles as he griped her horns and used them to push her pretty little snout forward over his hemipene... forcing her lips to part and engulf him or jeopardize that promised raise.

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The lack of comment gave her a bit of confidence in taking no news as good news until he spoke up and pressed her head into that warm musky crotch slowly but assertively, easing her muzzle forward. Her heart skipped a beat as she felt that bulky tender male flesh press to her lips. The split second decision to fight and pull away or open her mouth to avoid grazing his erection with her sharp teeth was there and gone before she could even choose, the moist cockflesh gliding into her muzzle without resistance. She doesn't recognize the taste of the other female so much the overpowering flavor of male being rubbed surprisingly along the roof of her muzzle. She stares blankly down the end of her own snout as a good two quarters of that fleshly log disappears between her own lips forcing her to decide what to do with the mouth full of her boss's meat she has in her maw now. Unable to rationalize any thought, she instead defaults to the fact that she's already gone this far and might as well follow through with it... for the raise.

So about half way down his impressive spire, she continues the rest of the way on her own. Its slow progress with her heart pounding in a mixture of shame and taboo fearful excitement but he can see the progress as she has to scoot forward a step to get it all in. By the time she has her muzzle buried in that rich smelling crotch she's regained at least some of her composure and keeps her maw wrapped tightly around his girth as she withdraws. Hugging that throbbing cockflesh with her lips, her tongue diligently scrubbing off the left over juices from an earlier fuck he had with another employee she knows by name. The pretty female loyally nurses her boss's breeding flesh, letting the mingled sex juices drain down her throat while unknowingly cleaning him off in preparation for the next dragoness.

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Sargon clenches his toes a little as his employee goes down on his length of her own accord after only a little coaxing. He lets go of her horns when she start doing it herself. "Very good, Miss Dracasis," he rumbles as he leans a little more in his seat, pressing up into that pretty maw, letting his moist tip kiss the back of her throat and wedging it in just a bit. He lets her work on him for some time, occasionally looking over at the clock to pay attention to when his next appointment is actually supposed to arrive. He would care to let her work on him longer this way, but time is running short and there's one other part of her he wants to check for quality before his associate arrives. Leaning forward, he reaches under and grips her chin, drawing the young girl back from his length... leaving it shiny with the black dragoness' saliva. It took a bit of firm coaxing to draw her away; seems she was really getting into her new role... that pleased him greatly. "Lean over my desk and show me your vent," he rumbles quite simply in a commanding tone leaving no room for misinterperation.

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She keeps her lips parted for a time after she's eased away, having enjoyed that more then she thought she would half expecting to be given another similar order by now, perhaps to tend the other... or both? Theres a little string of saliva that drips from her chin, finally licked clean as the large male looks down on her in what she assumes is pleased praise (but is more likely devious lust)- then gives her that simple order. The squeak that echoes from her throat and sudden widening of her eyes clearly shows her surprise at that command but the fact that she dosent immedatly protest shows just how perfectly he has her where he wants her. Not normally one to whore herself out, the black dragoness is slow to respond in getting up on all fours, the obvious look of uncertainty painted on her snout, not sure what to do now.

Logically with those stiff grey cocks out and verbal request given she should know exactly what he wants but the prospect of a raise and fear of confrontation is used to rationalize that perhaps he just wants to see or get a lick himself- no harm in that. Moving slowly, she raises up on the desk and looks back, first at him and then lower to her own haunches. Holding herself up on the edge those slender black paws slide back over her belly, giving it a nervous rub for a moment as she fidgets with her feral garment. Her mind is blank, the motions done on autopilot as her paws slip under that pretty dress and hook her panties with her thumbclaws, easing the edges down slowly around her hips and leaves them there while she works her tail from the loop, giving the horny male a good view of that slightly moist pink opening beneith her tail.

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The blue scaled CEO watches as his employee obediently -if a bit slow and hesitant- lay over his desk. She doesn't even think to move those rather important documents aside; she must be very distracted indeed, he thinks to himself. It wouldn't be the first time he's sent official parchment to another company with unexplained stains. It amuses him to see what others will go out of their way to not notice when they are seeking the use of his money and power. He leans his snout forward under that thick tail and presses it right up against her warm little vent. The dominant drake draws in a long slow breath through his nostrils right against it letting the ripe spicy pheromone rich flavor seep into his chest. "Tell me, Miss Dracasis. Are you familiar with my company's benefits for maternity leave?" He rumbles, reaching a paw in to gently hook her neither flesh and peel it back, exposing more of those delicious looking fleshy insides to his hungry eyes "I can't take your salary any higher. But the maternity leave benefit is covered by another fund... and it has been underutilized this year..."

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With Sargon's nose quite vigerously pressed up between her thighs with his warm breath tickling her wet vent, she unable to finish removing her undergarments, the body-warmed cotton left in place as she brings her forepaws quickly back up to the desk to keep from falling over. The poor torn girl emits a soft barely audiable squeak, head whipping back suddenly with wide eyed as he speaks of maternity leave, not quite sure if he's really insinuating what she thinks he is. Oh heavens he must be! Her body trembles a little, not able to form any coherant thoughts just when she needed it most... But if he were to judge solely by her body's reponce with the warm pink flesh of her sex tighening vigerously for a moment before relaxing to let a thick glob of her juices drool out along the edge of her sex, she's at least... receptive to the idea. She dosent audiably accept the offer but she dosent refuse it either, that warmth in her belly fluttering wildly with sudden need, letting off a soft whimper, not sure what to do now...

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The blue dragon takes another long, slow breath through his nostrils against her vent... savoring the addicitive scent of his young employee. He gets up slowly looking at the clock once more... yes... he's still given himself enough time to enjoy this- but only just. And then the CEO from Teratech will have to pretend he doesn't notice the lingering scent in his office. He sets his forepaws upon the edge of the heavy desk at her sides while he steps his much larger hind paws down onto the ornate wood floor behind each of the black female own smaller hind paws. He leans his snout down near her ear and rumbles in not quite a whisper, "But there is only one way to access that benefit..." He grasps his slickened right hemipene and guides it up under that pretty dress of hers... bringing its warm tip right up to her oozing vent... teasing her with it there... rubbing against those hot puffy netherlips. "...and it involves actual hatchlings..." He presses forward against his solid heavy desk, easing his thick girth into yet another young dragoness... rumbling as he feels that tight youthful passage spread around his much older, thicker girth.

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Once again he'll catch her biting her delicate lip, snout arching up to watch his own move from beneith her lifted tail up over her back, his impressive build shadowing her smaller form with ease. The thought of hathclings makes her heart jump in both addreninlane spiked exiliration and sheer terror, mind and body locked in place with gripping uncertianty. Then she feels that thick log kissing her juicy vent lips and gasps; a forepaw whips back to grip his hip just in time to feel him lean in and penetrate her body. With hind legs held snug together from her panties, she's a gloriously tight hole to sink into. The muscles of her slit, having never given birth, are still deliciously tight- coupled with her smaller size and clenching anxiety, that initial thrust gives the blue drake on her back great pleasure to pealing her vent open around his blood-gorged shaft. She gasps outloud and leans forward over the desk some as if trying to keep him from going any further but the few inches she gets barely registeres as he simply continues to ease himself into those hot lush confines, he saliva that coated his cock with soon replaced by a fresh coat of fertile estrus juices. Her unrelenting muscles hold steadfast as the lustful male works into his pretty little cockwarmer, the pleasure of feeling his thicker tip slipping into her deeper tunnel causing the poor girl to tremble all over.

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Sargon eases into the young dragoness in his employ. He grits his teeth a little with a soft grunt at just how tight that vent is.... he even pushes just a little harder against her rump to get himself entirely inside. But he does, nevertheless, manage to fit his entire length into her snug channel, enjoying the throb of his eager shaft being echoed by the pulse of her twitching insides. He pauses for a moment, just enjoying the sensations of her hot sex clenched around his bare hemipene. But while this is a momentous life changing event for her, for him it's just a coffee break before his next meeting. He grips the desk and draws his haunches back, moisture leaking onto the floor from where his shaft is stuffed into her vent as he draws back... and then forward again... starting to rock inside the hen beneath him... pressing that thick girth forward and back until he has worked up a rhythm.

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The feeling of having her insides filled by that thick log of male flesh makes her body tremble with both uncertianty and deeply rooted lust. Her body desires to be pounded from behind while her mind still reels from the prospect of having him cum in her while shes in season. She barely lets the fact register at this point, letting the entirety of herself be ubsorbed into the physical sensation of being sprawled over her manager's desk and stretched around his girth, fucked and bred while in heat. She cant even spread her legs for him, forced to keep those pretty hips snug together but at the rate hes going it dosent look like he needs any help anyway, feeling that fat log of flesh delve deep between her thighs with each stroke, the powerful male exploring the new fresh territory of her vent with all the emotional investment one might have picking out what flavor of coffee to have in the morning. She blushes furiously as that hot glob of fluid drools out of her stuffed, cock-gorged pussy lips in a thick gooey strand as he withdraws, dragging that bare unprotected flesh along her sensitive birthing tunnle. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knows she'll be squeezing a clutch out of the same hole hes fucking right now but that voice of reason is lost under the pleasure and anxeiety as he slides right back into her with such ease.

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Sargon rolls his haunches, making his hemipene shift against the top and bottom of her channel as he pounds that vent. He enjoys the freedom of movement he is afforded from fucking a dragoness who's willing to sit still for it. He had to grip and hold down the white dragoness quite firmly earlier and it restricted what motions he could partake in as he drove into her. It had, nevertheless, felt very good to finally empty himself into her... but still, this was even better. The black dragoness would be the second hen he'll knock up today and he has a date with a delightful crimson-scaled female lined up this evening who was very clear about wanting to get knocked up. So his hemipenes have a busy day indeed. He rumbles out as he can feel himself getting close... enjoying those golden strokes inside the black dragoness. "I'm going to cum..." he warns her... knowing it will mess with her further, punctuating his words with two good deep shoves to show he means inside her..

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The poor girl bounces vigerously against the desk, its solid heavy desing not budging an inch even with a full grown dragoness having her snatch pounded deep and hard by another, larger male against its side. Shes nice and wet on the inside, her body ready to be bred even if her mind is not. With her well worked snatch having been worked open by his powerful calculated strokes, she's entirely vaurable to attack by that spear of flesh he's shoved deep under her tail, allowing him to press in as far as he likes to insure his most loyal employee gets those maternity benefits. That isnt to say she's not still a gloriously tight hole to plow into, his hemipene -just a little thicker, a little stiffer to affirm how close he is- being massaged within the warm confines of that sweet sticky slit. It wont be long before this 'coffee break' will be over and he'll be back to work but with the way that extra stiff shaft leaks inside her, the end is cumming very soon.

That snug little snatch takes it all like the good little hen she is, her receptive vent swallowing that managerial cockflesh over and over with a delightfully wet squishy sound, those vent lips stretching and squishing under the powerful dominant male's sexual onslaught. A generous pool of her friction warmed fluids now stains the floor beneith his desk as a reminder of what he achieved today- or at least until the cleaning crew comes in later that evening to mop up the mess hes making of her. At the mention of the impending orgasm and obvious insinuation that it's going under her tail, she squeaks and arches her neck back to look at the great blue drake, the motion made more difficult by those last few powerful thrusts. Her body simply bounces on his stiff pole now, those slick insides laid bare for her supervisor to paint with fresh coat of thick white creamy lust.

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Sargon growls out, "Time to..." He catches himself huffing as he thrusts hard into the black dragoness beneath him... pounding her against the desk as he drives into that snug vent one last time with enough power to make a soft clatter. The force is enough to cause the poor girl lose her grip and fall over making a mess of the documents she's laying on. "...earn your raise..." He finishes, in more ways than one, pressing deep into his employee and holds himself there while his length begins jerking and twitching, firing that first pulse of cum inside her... painting those lush ripe folds with her boss' seed... one pulse after another and another. He holds her pinned against the desk as he ruts her, making certain she can't change her mind at the last minute... not that it was ever really made up anyway. But just so long as she doesn't pull away until his length finishes dumping its conents into her tight little vent, that's all that matters to him.

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That indecisive voice in the back of her mind nearly raises to her throat and just when she's about to protest, she feels him lurch forward and burry himself all the way into her nice snug little snatch and fire that first thick gout of hot creamy sperm up inside her. Too late... whispers an oddly smug I-told-you-so mental voice in the back of her mind, vividly feeling the wet splash of semen against the back of her channel followed by another and another. The sheer quantity of cum being forced under her tail dosent even prelude to the fact that he fucked another female this morning, her wet vent being doused with a deliciously filling web of rich sticky cum. She huffs and trembles, feeling her insides clench up and squeeze that shaft deliciously as her own raging orgasm milks and massages that breeding pole, encouraging it to dump its entire copious amount of semen deep under her tail- something he seems to have little trouble doing in the first place. Within moments she can feel that wet fluid seeping into those hard to reach cracks and crevices of her sex, some of it oozing in deeper to pool at the base of her womb. She huffs and pants, clining to the front of the desk as she lays there, standing on the tips of her toes, feeling the pulse and throb of his cock slowly die down as he finishes emptying himself into her.

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Sargon draws back slowly... a wet slosh of cum dribbling falling from her slit as he slides his spent hemipene from the well fucked vent of his employee, the thick white cream catching in the panties stretched tightly between her legs. He looks back up at the clock again. "Get cleaned up. I have a meeting in three minutes." He barks agressivly, wiping his shaft off along the side of her tailbase and inner thigh, using her as casually as one would a towel, leaving the residue of their meeting for her to deal with and pulls up his bottoms, ignoring his underling now as he makes himself presentable. "Oh, and I have some time before my 5 o'clock meeting. Be in here at 4:30 sharp, Miss Dracasis." He punctuates, giving her a forceful stare to show he means business both for the meeting and for her to be back at the designated time.

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She blushes hotly at feeling that warm fluid simply drop from between her legs, both deeply embrassed at being used like that and a little afraid of the tone her manager suddenly takes, thinking perhaps she's done something wrong. As he steps back out of the way she hasitly pulls her undergarments up, ignoring the sticky tingly wetness between her thighs both deep between her hinds and the thick cream that plasters her groin. Moving away, Sargon can see that awkward unnatural body motion, one that any male who's done an office screw can pick out that screams she's just been fucked and is trying to hide it. "Oh-oh yes sir." She nods more exadgerated then she intended, feeling the heated tingel between her thighs even more now. "4:30!" She bows again and makes an awkward reverse shuffle toward the door before nearly tripping on her way out, the scent of a marked and well bred female following in her wake. "G-good morning sir!" She speaks awkwardly to the Teratech representitive as she exits, making her way hurriedly toward the restroom, forcing herself not to look back, able to feel both CEO's eyes watching her retreat.