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(The following is a work of fiction. Desert Mutt is copyright myself. Marina and Damien Lakor are fictional characters not intended to be based off of any particular individuals. This story includes male on female oral and vaginal sex and cheating.)

The otter male sat at his desk, one paw gripping and playing his tie as the other scratched at the desk with his small claws. He scratched at the surface, being fortunate enough to not leave furrows. He chewed on his lip, the whiskers twitching as he tried to ask like nothing was happening.

Something was happening, however. Directly under the otter's desk in fact. The mustelid male's belt had been undone, hanging open as the fly of his business slacks were pulled open wide. The masculine privates stuck out from the fly of the underwear, standing hard as it was licked.

The muzzle of the calico girl was pressed forward, her muzzle near the underside of the male hood. One of her paws gripped at the thigh, squeezing through the fabric of the pants as the other reached to grip at the sac, stroking and massaging the balls. She ran the rough tongue up along the length, swirling around the head slightly and purring at the bit of pre she got on her tongue.

The otter kept acting as though nothing was happening as best he could, enjoying the oral ministration he was getting. He chewed on his lip slightly, body tense as the feline pleasured him. His eyes were open, but just barely, staring off in space. He was so preoccupied with what was going on and trying not to show it, he almost did not notice the figure of his boss approaching.

"Lakor, have you seen my secretary?" the boss asked, looking into the otter male's office curiously.

"No-" The otter started to say when his voice was cracking. He let out a cough, acting to clear his throat as though he was congested before trying again. "No sir. I haven't seen her, " He tensed, jumping slightly at the pleasure, "seen her since I came in and she gave me the messages you had for me." He feet tensed, the nails of his toes trying to dig into the floor.

The feline tail flicked in amusement under the desk as she sat on the balls of her feet. She grinned around the shaft, having caused him to jump slightly when she took the entire length into her mouth and partially into her throat. She sucked on the length firmly, her feline ears pulled back as she listened to her immediate boss. As soon as he started to talk, she gave a long low purr, a part of her getting a kick out of torturing the otter male like this and got more excited at how close they were to getting caught.

"That's strange," the boss said, "It's odd having such a hard time finding her. Normally she's very easy." He looked away a moment then turned back to the otter, "I also was told she was seen coming to your office for some reason."

"Well as you can clearly see," Lakor said as he leaned back in his seat, "She's not here. If I see her I'll make sure she knows you're looking for her, sir." He brought one of his paws up to his muzzle and covered it. He then bit on the palm as he looked at his boss, stifling the urge to moan out or such.

The boss gave a nod and turned. He walked out the office, thinking that something odd was going on, but oblivious to the fact that his secretary in fact was in the very office he had just been in asking about her.

As soon as they were alone, the otter let out a sigh of relief. He relaxed slightly to enjoy what was happening, but only for a few seconds. He then tensed up, jaw clenching as his eyes closed. He gripped at his jaw with one paw as the other dug into the armrest of his chair. One foot kicked slightly as he reached his orgasm. The smooth red length swelled and twitched, spurting the thick ropes of masculine fluid.

The calico shifted excitedly as she felt the salty fluid start to spurt into her mouth. She sealed her muzzle around the length firmly, holding it as tightly as she could. The tongue pressed against the underside of the length as she suckled vigorously, working to collect all the male fluid to make sure that none of the cum escaped from her lips.

The otter laid back in his seat, recovering from the climax. He pushed back some, moving his paws to pulls his underwear back into place then doing his fly back up. He looked at the calico cat as she moved out from under the desk, still licking at her lips to make sure she got all his cum. She had a large grin on her face with the long feline tail flicking happily behind her.

"Do you want us to get caught?" he growled at her slightly, "I don't want to lose this job, and I don't think he would be happy to find you giving me a blow job under my desk like that."

"Don't worry Damien," she said sweetly, letting her voice purr some, "You did fine acting like nothing was happening." her smile then turned into a wicked grin. "Besides," she continued, "I think that if he did catch us, he would rather join than get mad. You do have a cute little butt and I bet he would love to see if you could take all of him in that tight little backside of yours."

The blood drained from the otter's face a moment, though his going pale was not noticeable underneath his short brown fur. Shortly, it started to flow back, returning to normal, then turned heated as he got flush with embarrassment.

"Just get back to work before he finds you," he ordered, "I don't want to get in trouble one way or the other." He looked at the calico as she continued to smile. He watched as the feline turned around and started walking out. Her tail shifted, raising her skirt to show her panty-less butt to the otter before stepping out of his office and letting if fall back into place.

Later in the day, Damien Lakon decided to take his two coffee breaks with lunch so he would have an hour and a half all at once instead of an hour lunch and two fifteen minute breaks. He was not going to get something to eat though. The otter went to his car, getting in and driving as quickly from work as he can.

Soon the car was in a different part of town, going slowly as Damien looked out the window. He finally stopped as he reached one street corner, rolling down the window. He smiled at the girls, studying the small group of prostitutes sharing the corner. He finally held up a paw, showing some money, then made a beckoning motion.

A vixen smiled as she moved forward, her thick vulpine tail swaying in time to her hips. The vinyl shorts held tightly to her hips and the upper part of her thighs, the shiny black material slightly camel toed around her nether lips. The matching top showed off her stomach as it held her chest up, making sure to give her plenty of cleavage.

The otter grinned as she came up toward his car, reaching to help open the door for her as she climbed in. He looked as she smiled back, catching a hint of white fang, but not being able to see the slightly yellowed cavity filled tooth hidden by her lips. He felt a small twitch of his shaft as he checked out her chest, then turned to drive, heading toward a nearby motel that was extremely familiar with such room rentals.

The professional vixen walked into the room as soon as Damien opened he door for her. Her thick vulpine tail was held high some as she went, letting him look at the shapely feminine rump that showed through the incredibly tight, almost painted on shorts that fit into the crack of her backside slightly. As soon as she reached the bed she turned around to face him. Her paws reached down, stroking over her cleavage before undoing the her top and pulling it open. Her chest fell free, the pink nipples sticking out prominently from the white fur of her underside. A flicker of light danced slightly as the small piece of metal danced and flickered from her nipple ring.

The otter let out a churring sound as he watched the shapely vulpine girl strip before him, rapidly taking off what little clothes she had. He stepped out of his suit jacket, then started toward her, quickly taking off his tie and dropping it. His paws worked quickly, undoing the buttons of the front of the shirt as quickly as he could as he moved closer.

The naked fox girl reached down as he got in reach, running her finger pads along the edge of his belt. She gripped it firmly, giving a single tug to pull it loose. The vulpine fem shifted, pressing her breasts against the male. She rubbed her nipples against the fur of his chest as she pulled the belt loose. She stroked her paws down, running the palm over his shaft then pulled away. The vixen prostitute turned around, getting on all fours as she climbed onto the bed. She turned her head, looking at him over her shoulder as she bent down and raised her butt, wiggling slightly and showing off her nether lips.

Damien licked his lips at the sight of the seemingly willing vixen presenting for him. He reached to his pants, rapidly working them open then pull them and his underwear down to release his shaft. He gripped the length with one paw as he moved forward. The other reached up, gripping her rump and near the base of her tail. The male moved forward, suddenly thrusting into the wet vaginal depths to bury himself as deep as he could get.

The vixen faked a moan of pleasure as she was filled, masking the disappointment at how small the male was. She closed her eyes as she pushed back, rocking and grinding against him. The vulpine female continued to shift and moan as though he felt incredible. Her body shifted as she tensed, trying to squeeze around the shaft.

The otter let out a noise of pleasure as he gripped the red furred hips, giving a squeeze. He started to pull back, stroking along the walls as he slipped out to just the tip. He then thrust forward, sinking back in with his hips slapping the shapely cheeks. His eyes closed as he felt the pleasure of the warm wet feminine walls around his length.

The fox kept her eyes closed as she rocked and shifted, thrusting back to meet his thrusts. She continued to moan in fake pleasure, a fact that would be noticeable did he bother to care. Her tail shifted, moving to rest against his chest with the tip stroking at the jaw. In her mind, she counted the money some, thought about other males, just let her mind wander in general. She was getting paid whether she enjoyed it or not.

Damien thrust forward one more time, pushing forward to sink into her as deep as he could get. He cried out in pleasure as he went over the edge, holding onto the vulpine backside tightly. His shaft swelled and twitched, spurting small amounts of otter cum into the vixen depths.

The professional vixen felt the length twitch and the small spray of male fluid into her depths. She let out a long low moan of pleasure as though it felt wonderful. She felt great disappointment though. The too small otter had reached his climax too fast and did not produce enough cum for her to enjoy even that.

As the climax came to an end, the otter male pulled away, his shaft leaking the last of his cum as it slipped out of her depths. He turned around, reaching down to pick his clothes up and start putting them back on. He grabbed his wallet from his pocket, opening to get the money out.

The vixen opened her eyes as she felt the length slide out of her, turning to see his back to him, and grinned, She reached up to the night stand by the bed, pulling the drawer open and pulling out the bible stuck inside. The prostitute gripped it firmly and moved to turn back around. She raised the book and just as Damien turned, she swung.

The book flew through the air in the firm grip, hitting the otter male. The impact managed to land right, the top corner striking the temple with all the weight and power behind it. There was a brief grunt of surprise at the strike, causing the male to fall to ground with a thump as he went unconscious.

"I guess it's true after all," the vixen giggled out, "Words CAN hurt." She dropped the bible, letting it fall to the floor with a thump, then bent down over him. Her tail wagged slightly in excitement as she looked to see what all he had that would be of value.

Damien groaned as he regained consciousness, rubbing at the temple that was already swelling and tender to the touch as it started to turn into a bruise. His head throbbed and ached, made worse as he opened his eyes. The little light that came into the room caused a stab of pain in them that seemed to pierce into through his skull. He pushed to sit up slowly, fighting the urge to throw up as he got himself into sitting. Now that it was done, he started taking inventory.

His clothes were still there, so he was not going to be stuck here naked or arrested for indecent exposure. He still had his wedding band, though it probably would not come off easily anyways. His watch was gone though, his wrist feeling a little lighter, and so was his tie clip and belt. His wallet was open before him. The credit cards were still inside so they had not been taken, but all his cash was gone, and strangely so was the picture of his wife.

Damien worked to get dressed quickly, rushing to turn the key in and get back to work. He went through the rest of day the best he could, acting as though there was nothing at all that happened. His head throbbed but he would be fine. Not like he could report the robbery. Doing so to the police would mean admitting he had been soliciting sex and could be arrested for it. He was thrilled when the day was over though, and he finally got to go home.

The otter male sighed as he went home and stepped in. He shut the door behind him, eyes half shut as he walked through the house. He gave a small smile as he walked past his wife, stroking a paw over her hip and across the top of her rump and tail. He continued to walk, moving to the refrigerator. As soon as the door was open, a beer was grabbed, pressed against the side of his head the book had hit as he enjoyed a moment to relax.

"Hey honey," the wife asked in as sweet a voice as she could, "How was work today?" She turned to look at him, her swollen stomach pointed in his direction.

"A little rough but fine Marina," Damien responded softly, "What about you? How are you and pups doing?" He turned to look at her, raising an eyebrow curiously.

"We're fine," the pregnant otter fem responded with a smile, "I met our new neighbor today. A male dog of some kind." She looked down slightly, feeling the heat of her face as she remembered what had happened with him earlier. "I think that maybe we should have him over some time. Or maybe go over there and such so you could meet him."

"That's nice," Damien responded, having stopped listening after hearing she was fine and just waiting for her to stop talking. He opened the bottle and took a swig, letting the alcohol start dulling his senses.

"I'm going to take a shower," he finally said. The male took another swig and held it in his mouth as he went into the bathroom, getting some aspirin and then getting ready to shower.

Marina watched him go, a little disappointed, but not surprised at the response, or lack there of. He did not even bother to ask anything about her meeting the neighbor. That was not all bad though. It meant that she did not have to dance around the fact they had sex. A small noise of pleasure escaped her. She may not be able to prove he was cheating on her, but she knew it. If he could do it to her, then no harm in her doing it back. At least someone would enjoy her company. Maybe she should go swimming again tomorrow. She smiled to herself more as she continued making dinner, listening for the shower.