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I don't know how long I'm out, but all of a sudden I jerk awake, my heart knocking against the inside of my chest as I gasp for breath, my hard cock trying to rip a hole in my underwear as an aching pleasure shudders through me. I was dreaming about Clyde. Hardly surprising, considering how worked up he'd left me. I consider getting up and going into the bathroom, but this is one problem that jerking off isn't going to fix.

I realize that I'm probably not thinking too clearly and that this might not be the best idea that I've ever had, but I'm too damn horny to give it much more thought than that. I shove my thong down around my knees and scoot back, reaching behind me to fumble with the front of Carson's boxers. He groans softly in his sleep and shifts closer as I push down the waistband and free his sleepy cock.

I stroke his sheath, coaxing his hot, hard dick out to press against my palm. Raising my tail, I squirm backward until I feel that eager rod press against my hole. I forget about being sore as I slide down his shaft, burying his meat inside me. There's enough lube left that he slides in easily and I moan, closing my eyes as Carson begins to rock his hips in his sleep, making quiet whimpering sounds in my ear as he barely fucks me.

Suddenly, he jumps and goes still, one paw reaching out to grab my shoulder. "Jesse?" he asks, his voice thick with sleep and confusion. "What's going on? Why is my cock in your ass?"

I hesitate, finally aware of what a huge mistake I've made. "I...I need you to do me a favor," I say. "Don't ask questions, just fuck me. As a...professional courtesy."

"Huh?"

I close my eyes and cross my fingers, hoping that he's still enough asleep that it won't take much persuading. "You're my manager, right? So that means you have to 'manage' my physical needs. If a client leaves me horny and in need of a good fucking, it's your job to take care of it. Okay?"

He's silent for a moment. "Okay," he says at last and I breathe a sigh of relief. "I'm not wearing a condom," he adds. Oh, shit, that's right. That's not his fault, though.

"Should I be worried?" I ask.

"No, should I?"

"I'm always careful," I tell him, "and I get myself tested every three months. I'm pretty sure I have the report in my jeans if you want to see--"

"Nah, that's okay. I trust you," he says and his arms snake around me, pulling me back against his broad, strong chest, his hips rocking forward and sinking his cock deep inside me. I gasp and he stops, suddenly seeming wide awake. "Did I hurt you?"

I shake my head. "No, you surprised me. Don't stop, please." I am still a little raw, a subtle, dull ache, but it all feels so good otherwise, I can ignore the discomfort. It's been a long time since anyone has treated me like this, Carson's paws sliding through my silky fur, stroking my sheath and fondling my balls as he fills me with his hard, hot cock, his breath warm against my ear as he pants, kissing and nuzzling the side of my neck as he holds me. He holds me, like I'm somebody, like I'm important, like I'm more than just a whore. Even with Clyde, who was the nicest john I've ever had, it was all about him, what he wanted. This feels like something we want.

"That's it...that's it..." I gasp as his thrusts grow more forceful, his paw sliding up to stroke my cock, and I grab pawfuls of the blankets, digging my feet into the mattress as I rock back against him. "Oh, oh yes, yes!" I cry as I cum, slicking his paw with my thick cream. His hips jerk faster, each breath ending with a quick whine, and I know he's close. All of a sudden, his paw leaves my softening cock and he starts to reach down between us. I catch his wrist, trying to tug his arm back around my body. "Don't let go," I say.

"But...my knot..." he pants.

"Don't worry about it," I say. "I've been in a tie before." Well, technically, I haven't, but I've been knotted a number of times, just none of the guys ever stuck around long enough to consider it a real tie, and having someone's swollen knot jerked out of you is no fun, let me tell you.

Carson wraps his arms around me again, holding on tight, as he grunts and moans, the spongy mass at the base of his cock hammering against my hole. I take a bracing breath and push back against him, relaxing that ring of muscles. His hips slam forward, forcing his knot into me, and my hole clamps down just below it, causing it to swell, filling my tight tunnel and locking our bodies together. Carson barks, a high, stuttering cry that almost sounds like laughter, as he cums hard inside me.

He's shaking as he grows quiet and still, holding me so close that I can feel the rapid beat of his heart against my back. "That was...amazing..." he whispers, his breath tickling my ear.

"Yeah," I say. "Thanks. I really needed that."

"Anytime," he says with a chuckle. He relaxes his grip on me and pulls his damp paw away from my fur, only to stick it in a splatter of cum on the bed. "We made a mess, didn't we?"

"Sorry."

"Don't be sorry. Just hang on a minute; don't move. I'll try not to pull too much." I start to ask what he's going to do, but it becomes pretty clear as he works his upper body back away from me, giving him room to peel his sleeveless undershirt off over his head. His movements only pull on the knot a little, which doesn't hurt much at all.

"Here we go," he says, using the shirt to wipe the spooge out of our fur and off the sheet. "Tomorrow was laundry day anyway...or maybe we'll just throw our dirty clothes in the trash and buy clean ones."

"I thought we were going to be sensible with our money," I say, but a shopping spree does sound like fun.

"Oh, I know," Carson says. "I was just joking. Although...we could get you your own bed, if you want."

I worry my lower lip between my teeth. I was afraid of this. "And where would we put it? The bathroom? The living room? Out on the fire escape?" He chuckles. "Thanks, but I like things the way they are. Unless you don't want to share your bed anymore, of course."

"Oh, no, this is fine," Carson says, then he nuzzles the back of my ear. "In fact, this is really nice."

"Ah, you're one of those clingy, chatty guys who likes to cuddle after sex, aren't you?" I say with a grin.

"Better than a guy who gets hungry," he answers with a soft growl. I giggle as he licks my ear. "Mmm, tasty."

"Oh, go to sleep," I say, reaching down and pulling the blankets up over us. He snuggles a little closer, his breath warm on my cheek as he tucks his chin into the crook of my neck, and I fall asleep with a smile on my face.