Climbing the Corporate Ladder
*Ahem* Reposting under my usual moniker for erotic prose. Why didn't it happen sooner? Because I'm a lazy bastard. Read again and enjoy. And thanks for those who posted their remarks before, it is always appreciated.
Climbing the Corporate Ladder
By Cinaed *aka, Flipper* with significant assistance from Zepher
The young vixen strode down the hall, passing fine oak doors and getting the occasional glance from the hardworking associates of the law firm. In her hand was a simple black leather briefcase. It matched her dark pumps with heels that added a solid four inches to her height. Her blonde hair was perfect, framing her sensual face, falling back down past her shoulders and shimmering in the simple florescent light. Her bright green eyes glanced in the occasional open door as she walked by, meeting the near immediate stares from the boys inside.
Every step was a piece of art, the soft sway of her hips, the soft scissoring of her stocking clad legs, the lace tops just barely visible with each stride, her pin-striped skirt rising up just enough to peek. Her matching jacket clung to her womanly form, her slim waist accentuated by the tight stripes, the swell of her chest pushed out to maximum effect, the slight bounce from each step a beautiful dance that would captivate any male's eye. A small smug smile was spread across her muzzle as she reached a pair of large double doors; bright polished brass handles waiting her soft touch.
Her bright expressive eyes read the brass nameplate fixed to the door, marking her destination. The small secretary's desk in front of the large double doors was empty, but the vixen paid it no mind. She took a deep breath to steady her nerves, her breasts thrust out delightfully as her back arched for the briefest of moments before opening the door, stepping into the office, gliding through with the pinnacle of grace and poise. She held her head high and straightened upon entering, wanting to put forth the best first impression possible, professional mixed with more than a hint of sensuality displayed fully.
Within was a richly decorated office, two walls lined with texts and volumes of no discernable type, two small chairs set before a large oak desk, it's bulk dominating the room, a spectacular view of the city skyline beyond. Seated in the high backed stuffed leather chair was a well-groomed and well-dressed canine, gray fur brushed and clean, hair cut and combed back. His eyes widened and focused on the tall lovely vixen that entered the office, his paws gripping the arms of his chair, indenting into the soft supple leather. His mouth was open slightly, tongue barely peaking out, as if about to start panting.
"Mr. Andrew?" The newly arrived femme asked with her head tilted slightly as she took in the situation. She was early, but not terribly so. The wolf straightened his tie as one of his clenched paws left the arm of the chair, motioning to one of the two before his desk.
"Ms. Johansen, please... have a seat." He said, almost forcing the words forth. The canine blinked his eyes and shook his head as if to dislodge something from his mind. "You're a bit early, always nice to see punctuality in our new associates."
The vixen moved towards one of the chairs and sat down, her eye catching some movement at the bottom edge of her side of the large desk. She peered down for but a moment, seeing a tail swish just into sight and back underneath again, and it certainly was not the tail of a wolf. With a spreading smile she leaned back into her chair and looked up at her new employer, smug look bright in her eyes. She crossed her legs slowly and nodded to the wolf.
"I always try to be an early riser. Best to get a grip on things, wouldn't you agree?" She chimed. The wolf blinked in surprise and nodded in agreement.
"Yes... yes it is." He murmured, clearing his throat loudly. The vixen's ears swiveled slightly, hearing something else beyond the soft hum of the wolf's computer and hiss of the ventilation. Something, or someone, was purring and the sound was definitely coming from the desk. "Now, um... you must understand you won't be getting any of our more high-profile clients at first."
"Oh of course, you have to work the soft clients up before you can get the hard ones. And then, I'd imagine a gentle touch works wonders." The vixen just smiled pleasantly as the purring stepped up in volume, the canine's eyes going wide for a moment as his composure slipped, paws gripping his desk and chair once more.
The vixen smiled wide as the wolf's head leaned back against the high-backed chair, the meager bit of control he brought to bear lost at this point, mouth open with pink tongue peeking out. His chest rose and fell faster, paw reaching up to loosen his tie and pop the first button over his throat, groaning deeply, giving up any pretense at this point. With a soft coo of curiosity the fox girl slowly got up and stepped up to the edge of the large desk nearest to her and sat half on the polished wood, leaning over to get a little look down between his body and the edge of the desk. The sight did not disappoint, two triangular ears sprouting from a shorthaired feline head bobbing up and down slowly, the purring loud and deep as the occasional slurp rose up. Soft mews could be heard as well, the strong wolf gripping his chair tight as he was serviced.
"I was wondering where your secretary was at..." The vixen cooed, smiling widely, the wolf opening his eyes and looking at the leaning vixen, getting a lovely view of the swell of her bosom, so inviting and full. The feline beneath, a young Siamese, pulled her mouth off that thick-knotted cock and looked up with a wink before going back to the task at hand as the vixen crawled up fully onto the desk. She slid one hand down to stroke through the soft dark hair of the kitty, rubbing behind one ear as she watched the wolf respond to her efforts, groaning low in his throat as she worked him in some way he liked in particular.
The wolf looked to the vixen and reached out to brush a few errant locks of that bright blonde hair back and caressed her cheek as the feline busied her self, moving more slowly now, the wolf growling again in apparent frustration, yet his touch was kind, gentle, in control. The vixen turned her head to lick at the palm of his hand and moved up more onto his largely clear desk, pulling her knees up onto the smooth dark wood and leaned over further, bringing her face close to his, side of her muzzle touching his, cooing softly as the Siamese teased him, their cheeks rubbing against each other for a moment.
Each passing second warmed the room a few degrees, the soft touch of the vixen against her new boss and the girl between his spread thighs working him to glorious effect, finally pulling off with a soft gasp, taking a few deep breaths before crawling out, wearing a short skirt and simple top with a little black choker with a small red charm at the front. She looked over the vixen that was nuzzling with her boss with an approving nod, her form more lean and slim, not quite the curves of the vixen but still very much the little sex-pot. The feline moved behind the chair as the vixen and wolf both turned their muzzles, lips meeting in a simple but rapidly deepening kiss. Her deft paws move down over his shoulders and unbutton the few top buttons of his shirt while pushing him back, temporarily, against the desk, the vixen rising up onto her knees at his advance, apparently, into their kiss.
The vixen shrugged out of her jacket with ease, letting the fine garment slide off her back and crumple onto the desk as her hands joined with the secretary's, pulling off the wolf's jacket and unbuttoning more of his shirt. Not to sit idle, the canine's paws rose up, cupping the vixen's cheeks and holding her into their kiss, head tilting as that broad tongue slid past her lips to toy with hers, stroking and curling about hers, sucking soft, but firmly, exploring her mouth and teasing her palate. One of her hands rise up to take his and move it to her breast, pushing his paw into her soft natural bosom, whimpering into the kiss as his fingers knead and massage her body, rising up out of his chair, hands leaving the vixen's body. The vixen's eyes go wide to find out why his touch left her body, only to see the feline pulling his coat off, the fox's dark hands moving to aid with that shirt, the hard body beneath getting a pleased rise of her brow, his open fly and the turgid length standing tall and ready no small thing either.
With a lick of her lips the vixen lowered herself down to the top of the desk, one hand sliding down that muscled chest and flat tight stomach before reaching his belt, pulling it open, the feline aiding from behind, pushing the fine Italian wool down over his hips, the trousers falling down, nothing else on the tall wolf in view. Her hand wrapped around the swelling knot, stroking up over the hot shaft and massaging that thicker base, muzzle leaning in close and stroking her tongue over the tip in one long slow lick. She looked up to see his eyes focused on hers, breathing deeply with a soft moan as a shiver ran up his spine, thighs flexing as she teased him, the feline pulling the unnecessary chair away and looking around his waist with a wink, her paws sliding around the trunk of his body, fingers seeking out his nipples buried in his fur, her body rubbing against his back as she mewled in the most wanton fashion the vixen had every heard.
"Oh no dear, he's had plenty of that... I think he needs to reward someone and work a little himself." The Siamese murmured, one hand coming back around and giving the wolf a firm smack on the ass, cock jumping and brushing against the vixen's cheek.
With a smile the wolf slowly lowered back down, kneeling before his desk and kissing the vixen hotly, her hands straining to stay on that hot hard member, only to feel the feline's paws replace hers, crawling back under the desk with a naughty little grin. The wolf leaned in close to the vixen as their kiss ended, lips parting. His hot breath wafted over her upturned and alert ear, tickling her skin and fur, voice husky and full of desire.
"Come around to this side of the desk... and bend over." He murmured, the vixen sliding off the desk and coming around slowly and seductively, letting her sweet hips sway, tail swishing back and forth. When she came around she saw the feline teasing the male with her rump, down on all fours beneath the desk, skirt bunched up around her waist, no stockings on the secretary, and no panties either, bare crotch and ass grinding against that trapped cock. The fox femme stepped over the feline and faced away from the wolf and leaned over the desk, her tail high, feeling the male push the hem of her skirt up, tongue snaking out to lick over the lace of her thigh-highs, tracing the seam that was lined up the backs of her legs.
The vixen shivered as that tongue slid over the backs of her thighs, feeling it stroke higher and higher, a soft moan of approval and a little swivel of her hips urging the wolf, looking back over her shoulder as his attention moved slowly higher, licking over the spot where her tight buttocks met the top of her thigh. She gave a little yelp as his teeth nipped her ass, a playful little love bite, a soft murr issuing from her grinning muzzle, her legs spreading further apart. His body moved, and gauging by the sudden groan of delight and the soft squelch sounding from just under the desk, the feline was getting her reward. He was fucking her, pumping that thick wolf cock slowly in and out of that slender kitty. The vixen wanted to see it, to watch that hard meat push into the feline, the very thought of it giving her a little thrill. She lowered her upper body down against the hard wooden desk, her paws reaching out to the far edge, gripping tight as the wolf moved his muzzle to her other thigh, licking up in the same fashion, moving more of his licks and nibbles to her inner thigh, excitement rising as her musky arousal dampened her snug little thong.
With a low growl the wolf moved his oral attentions over that darkening strip of cloth that covered the vixen's womanhood, broad tongue stroking over that thin material, her hips rolling back against him, a smile spreading over his muzzle as it slid between her thighs to lick gently against her panties as his hips worked back and forth in a nice languid rhythm, pumping slowly in and out of the more and more vocal Siamese beneath the desk. She wanted more, to be pounded, to be fucked, her hips rolling back against him, strong hands holding her as still as he could, working his girth in and out almost painfully slowly. The kitty mewed and begged for more, speaking softly above her intense purrs, to no avail. The wolf would fuck her as he saw fit, and he knew she loved it.
Every stroke of that tongue over her covered sex was heaven, the damp fabric rubbing against her labia and her hooded clit, pushed and rubbed by that lapping tongue. The vixen couldn't help but slide a hand under her to fondle her breast, stroking the firm flesh, occasionally tweaking her nipple through her blouse and bra as her hips rolled against the tempo of the canine's oral work, the carnal sounds from beneath the desk adding to the already intense moment. With a cry of anguish, followed by surprise, the vixen watched as the wolf rose up, pulling the Siamese feline up with him, her blouse gone, skirt bunched up around her waist. The fur of her inner thighs dark with her excitement and arousal, fires of lust stroked higher by that thick glistening cock standing tall from the canine's crotch.
The vixen straightened as the feline bent over the desk as the fox femme had been a moment before, long sinuous tail held high, blossomed sex displayed awaiting the return of the canine, rising up on her toes as her body presses down on the desk. The wolf moved up behind her and teased his tip against those puffy pink nether lips, getting a mewl of frustration and want from the kitty as the vixen watches with no small degree of interest, her fingers sliding down her blouse, unbuttoning and slowly shrugging off the garment, her skirt following suit. She watched, her body moving up against the nude wolf, pressing up against his side. Her eyes watch as he sinks back into her, the little pussy groaning as he pushes in, knot grinding against her opening. The vixen licks her lips as her body rubs against the wolf, one of her hands roaming up and down his broad back, passing his tail and stroking that hard, tight ass, squeezing one cheek as he starts to draw that cock out, beginning once more that slow pumping of the secretary's quim.
"Fuck her... fuck her hard..." The fox femme whispers into the wolf's ear as she feels his buttocks flex, rocking against the feline, other paw stroking over the front of her panties, rubbing herself through the thin silk, the feeling positively wondrous as the handsome strong wolf picks up the pace, turning his head to the vixen and renewing that deep intense kiss, one of his hands on the hips of the kitty, squeezing her hip, the other wrapping around the vixen, pulling her close and returning the grab on her ass, squeezing her own toned rump.
With a growl into their kiss the wolf's hips start to buck, sharp quick thrusts, the feline's form bouncing with each harsh penetration, her eyes looking over her shoulder as the vixen strokes and toys with the canine's body, urging him on before her eyes close in ecstasy, reveling in the deep hard impacts, that thick knot pounding at her opening. The Siamese braces against the desk, pushing back slightly to meet that driving cock, the sound of her mewls of delight filling the room along with the heady scent of sex. Her up turned ass ripples slightly with each meeting of her and the wolf, his blunt claws digging into her hip and verily pulling her back onto that thick cock, stretching her, abusing her, using her. She damned near lost it when that paw left and came down on her rump, spanking her as he stepped up the tempo another notch.
The vixen broke the kiss and went back to watching the connection between her new boss and his secretary, watching that thick glistening meat spreading those soft pink lips, the kitty's juice running down her leg and giving the wolf's sac a bit of a glaze, her hands left the wolf and roamed over the feline femme, stroking over her back and shoulders, leaning over her and touching her nose to the kitty's, tilting the bent over femme's mouth to hers and giving her a sweet soft kiss as the wolf ploughed her pussy, the pleasure addled girl , responding and shivering, knees quaking, taking her reward with relish and letting herself enjoy every blessed moment.
With one last hard thrust, wolf drives into her fully, pushing that hard knot past the feline's opening, spearing her tight little sex with his meat, grinding his hips against her ass and the backs of her thighs, the secretary's eyes going wide and moaning into the kiss with the vixen, nearly biting the new girl's probing tongue, body going rigid at the sudden stretching of her cunney, feeling so close, so bloody close. The vixen continued rubbing herself, suddenly feeling another hand there, definitely not the wolf. It was a delicate touch, sweet and gentle. Those new fingers pulled aside the crotch of her thong and lightly traced her own pouting pussy lips, the damp spreading labia gently touched and stroked, getting a deep moan and a wiggle out of the vixen, and a sudden yelp of surprise as one slender finger slid into her, her pussy squeezing that sudden invasion, cooing as it started to pump in and out slowly.
The finger in the vixen's cunney stroked gently, going rigid without warning and curling within the fox, a high-pitched yowl coming from the petite female, her body shuddering as the wolf stepped up his grinding, panting heavily with eyes clenched shut, the vixen watching with rapt attention, the feline's little rough tongue hanging out, eyes rolling as she went over the edge, hard and sudden. The vixen leaned over with a soft whimper, watching a flush of girly cum leak out from around that thick canine knot, dampening the secretary's thighs and her boss's body as well. With a pleading mewl the wolf pulled his still hard cock from her body, knot popping out followed by the rest of that thick long meat, verily dripping with the feline's arousal, glistening and bright.
"Oh... oh yes James..." The feline murmured over deep purrs, a paw sliding down her body to stroke that abused pussy, finger sliding over her slick opened sex gently as she enjoyed her fading orgasm, glancing to the vixen with a wink. "I think she ought to finish you off and then get you ready again." She panted with a soft little smile.
"Lin, you sexy little thing..." The wolf murmured, giving her another firm spank, the kitty mewling and wriggling lewdly before rising up, arching her back, firm little pert breasts standing out proudly before stepping away from the desk and pulling the vixen into a hard, intense kiss, catching the fox off guard, rough tongue spearing into her muzzle and wrapping around the vulpine palate. The vixen stiffened the relaxed a moment later, going with it as the nearly nude girls embraced. The wolf moving behind the fox femme and pressing his body up against hers, that still hard length nestling against her thong clad rump, grinding gently, paws sliding around her waist to stroke her stomach as the feline cupped the vixen's generous bosom.
James's paws moved back to her hips, holding her firmly, sliding that hot length between her ass cheeks, winking over that orange furred shoulder to the Siamese who grinned and slowly went down to her knees, moving her muzzle over the vixen's body, rough tongue slipping out to lick at the lovely fox, the inside of her cleavage, the nape of her neck, her soft cream colored tummy. Lin hooked her thumbs into the thong and pulled it down smoothly, nuzzling the vixen's pelvis, purring as the wolf lowered his body, cock falling free of the delightful valley of that firm pert ass, sliding between the fox's legs and pressing up against that newly revealed sex, getting a gasp and moan from the sandwiched vulpine.
The vixen couldn't help but step in place, her legs spreading as that heavy cock stroked slowly back and forth, teasing her sex, and that generous feline rubbing her stocking clad thighs and knees while bathing her soft pubic fur while purring like an engine. She wriggled between them, unable to decide where to grind her body, caught in a heavenly hell of indecision. One of Lin's paws slid up the inside of one leg to that proud length and reached up to roughly squeeze one of the vixen's breasts through that lacy bra, the femme arching her back, thrusting her ass against the wolf and her bosom into that fondling paw. With a grin the Siamese lined that thick tip with the blossomed fox pussy, the wolf not wasting any time as he pushed in, one slow but implacable thrust, right up to his knot. The vixen's paws reaching to the only thing she could, the kitty, and pushing the secretary's face at her pussy as the wolf sank into her body, stretching her open, filling her in that wondrous fashion.
"FUCK!" She cried out, head tossing, blonde hair flying wildly as James started to work in and out, a moderate tempo while Lin's rough tongue teased that hard hooded clit. Her knees shook as reveled in the dual sensation, unable to do more than stand there, body contorted just so, her tall heeled pumps definitely aiding as the wolf cock slid easily into her damp sex. The feline's gentle laps combined with the pumping length were driving the vixen to ecstasy, turning her upper body to wrap one arm around the neck of the panting wolf, the other pushing the kitty's head at the meeting of her boss and her pussy. She urged them on, moaning like a bitch in heat, eager to fulfill the secretary's orders, wanting to be the one to make this stud come, to have his seed splash over her walls.
The vixen strained, that rough tongue licking where that thick knot slammed against her opening, stretching her more and more, the wolf humping insistently, trying to fill her completely. Her knees nearly gave out if the canine's arms wrapped around her middle, holding her tight as his hips pumped, driving in and out of her at a breakneck pace, hot breath pouring over her shoulder and neck. One of his paws slid up to her bra covered breast, squeezing roughly, mauling her bosom as she lost herself in the intense fucking. He was close, very close. She wanted him to come, wanted to be the one to make him come. With a whimper she bore down on that invading length, getting a growl from him, his already hard pace increasing further.
With one particularly vicious thrust the canine drives into the vixen fully, his body clutching to her hard, body shivering as he goes over the edge. The feline moves her attentions lower, leaving that hard little clit to bathe the wolf's sac, catching the little dribbles of thick rich spunk, purring happily as his body jerks, spurting deep within that full vixen pussy, ropey jizz splashing over her inner walls. The vixen coos and murmurs happily, the intense pounding replaced by gentled grinding and swelling as that turgid member slows in its firing. She playfully flexes her body around that buried cock, teasing the sensitive length, enjoying the size sheathed within her. She wasn't terribly close to climax, but didn't mind, that energetic rutting sparking her arousal something fierce, eager to follow Lin's instructions to get that cock ready for another go.
James pulls out slowly, the vixen cooing as that fat length is jerked from her cunney, his spunk running down the inside of her thigh, the Siamese eagerly lapping up over her stockings and her pussy to catch every drop she can, a moan coming forth as that rough tongue returns to her opening, bathing and cleaning her thoroughly drenched crotch. The wolf just pants, watching as his impressive member slowly begins to predictably deflates, strong arms lowering the vixen down to the floor, laying her prone as Lin curls up between those cream and orange legs, getting her taste of her boss as the vixen just moans and squirms as that tongue touches all over her sensitive sex.
The male just leans against his desk, looking down at the two women, one happily lapping and licking away, the other rolling her hips while fondling her breasts through her bra, stroking his retreating length with a wide smile. The vixen reaches up with one hand, stroking the leg of the voyeuristic male as she tweaks one nipple through the sheer lacy brassiere, whimpering and licking her lips.
"Come down her boss..." She beckons, the male straddling her head, the vixen nuzzling those soft cum-streaked balls, the little bit the kitty missed. Her tongue snakes out and caresses those sensitive orbs in their special little home, her paws sliding up over his thighs to grab and grip his ass, feeling the tight backside flex under her fingers. She coos happily as his hands reciprocate, pushing her bra up over her generous breasts, stroking and massaging her tits, her heat kept burning bright by the generous feline between her legs, thighs squeezing the secretary when that rough tongue drags over her clit in the most indescribable fashion, the intensity of the sensation too much to bear, but never wanting it to stop.
With a happy trill she licks and teases those heavy orbs as the feline teases her heated sex, stroking and caressing the gorgeous wolf male, watching with a rush of pride as that thick pink member starts to reverse it's trend, her efforts continuing, loving every moment as that rough tongue strokes over her spread cunney. Her body writhes under the male's paws, teasing her breasts and nipples, stroking her cream and orange fur as the secretary diligently nuzzling and lapping away. The male grunted and rose up, that thick length standing proud and full, bobbing before him as he crawled around, the feline rising up, her chin and cheeks glazed with vixen arousal, the pair kissing hotly as the fox femme whimpered. She wanted more, arching her back up off the ground, breasts pushed out to be touched, hips wriggling, begging to be held, thighs parting further, wanting to have a body to wrap around.
Lin crawled up around and straddled the vixen's face, taking the wolf's place, her back to the rest of her body, calves sliding beneath the prone femme's arms as they rose up to squeeze that tight kitty ass. The Siamese reached down to stroke through the fox's blonde locks, pulling her head up to her own dripping sex. She splayed her knees, moving lower to the laid out vixen, not wanting the buxom blonde to strain her neck too much, giggling lightly as that sinuous tongue snaked out to tickle her own little clit, so far only having her own touch since the departure of the wonderful wolf cock, something she'll get later but for now, a woman's tongue will do nicely. The feline felt a paw rise up to her shoulder, stroking her back and then turning her to face behind her.
"Be nice to our new employee." The wolf murmured before kissing the secretary hotly, reaching around and teasing one of her nipples before crawling over to those spread cream and orange thighs, moving between them, a happy groan and a roll of those hips signaling the vixen's want and readiness. James wasted little time, pushing her legs up against his chest, ankles around his neck, kissing her shins as he teased her spread pussy, revisiting her body so soon. She whimpered, bringing a grin to his muzzle, one arm wrapping around her upheld legs, the other reaching down to stroke her tummy, slowly pushing into her, eager to give the vixen her own little treat.
With a deep lusty groan into the feline's pussy, she lapped and suckled with abandon, hips thrusting up suddenly and eagerly. The vixen was nearly seeing red, after a rough fucking and long teasing with tongue, she wanted release and wanted it now! The wolf laughed and matched her urgent hips, slamming into her, knot sliding halfway into her with each powerful connection. The feline's eyes went wide with shot as the sudden assault on her own aroused sex shot straight through her like a lightning bolt, doubling over onto her hands and grinding down with a gasp, the three feeding off each other's lust. The wolf leaned over and caught one bouncing breast with a paw, licking and squeezing the sweet soft tit, the malleable flesh so soft and firm in his paw, his hips pumping away without missing a beat. The feline positively screaming out as that smooth probing tongue flicked rapidly over her hooded clit before worming it's way into her sex, her claws digging into the office carpeting, shaking her head, hair flying wildly.
The vixen groaned and panted, hot breath wafting over the kitty's sex as that tongue lashed and lapped over that hooded hard button just above that drooling opening, the feline whimpering and mewling. James huffed and panted, pounding that nearly bent double fox, thick knot swelled fully and popping in and out of that squeezing, flexing pussy, watching the vixen lick and slurp over the feline, her tits bouncing when he isn't groping and mauling that blessed bosom. She was raising her hips, meeting each hard deep thrust, feeling that knot pop in and out, that delving cock spearing her deep, that full feeling along with the glorious sounds of two loving her, enjoying her, taking her... her excitement was peaking and she was eagerly riding that rising wave of carnal pleasure.
It was all too much for the vixen, that knot stretching and plowing her opening, that wolf tongue and fingers teasing her breasts and nipple, the heady aroma of feline musk filling her nose. She could feel her body moving steadily towards the edge, her whimpers and whines of want growing louder and insistent. The precipice came up and she fell over with a flush of fire running through her body, electrifying every nerve. Her body arched, pushing up as the wolf continued without slowing, the feline still pressing her pussy at her traveling tongue. She couldn't stop, her hips rolling and swiveling, over-sensitive cunney taking every hard thrust, the pain and pleasure rolling through her mind like a torrent, her tongue unable to deny the demanding feline above her. Her whole body shivered and shook as her silent orgasm ripped through her, lasting longer than she would have imagined. The wolf laughing and the feline giggling sounded so very far away as her awareness was devolved to the pleasure spiking in her world and the pleasure she was giving.
The wolf roughly pulled his hard pink length from the vixen and pulled the feline down from the prone girl's muzzle, the vixen shell-shocked from her release, writhing and cooing, arms and legs wrapping around whomever she was able to clutch, pulling Lin down and kissing her gently, legs sliding down from the wolf's shoulders to clamp around his waist. James growled and lined his heated member up at the feline's sex once more and drove in, pounding away with the same breakneck pace, driving into her as he had with the vixen, full knotted cock penetrating fully, the Siamese going rigid and dropping her upper body down against the soft warm gentle vixen, her ass upturned to receive that brutal fucking. He was at the perfect angle, each thrust bumping her g-spot, slit feline eyes wide. The canine brought his open hand down on that tight little ass, spanking the secretary and working towards a quick, sudden release, doing his best to bring Lin along for the ride.
He needn't have worried, the kitty breaking the kiss with the vixen and screeching, her body rigid and gripping the vixen, her pussy positively gushing out around his still pumping cock, spilling down over the murmuring vixen. She held stock still, yowling at the top of her lungs as the wolf continued, her paw reaching behind to try and stop him to little effect, it was too much for her, far too much. Lin mewed at the near painful over stimulation, finally getting the message through to the lust addled mind of her boss who pulled out far too quickly and thrust between their pressed bodies, pumping once... twice... three times before tossing his head back in a howl, a piercing clear note as his body pressed against both of the ladies, his cock jumping between their limp trembling forms, the warmth of his second load felt between them, messing and matting their fur.
They simply laid there for a moment, all three panting and moaning, the intensity of that last round draining a bit of the life out of all. The sound of the door opening was completely lost on all three. Indeed, all three turned at the sound of the new arrival with surprise.
"James... what did I tell you about fooling around at the office?" A tall flame haired and gray furred wolf femme barked, one brow raised, paws on her hips, a stern look on her face.
"I know... I know... 'Bring you too'..." He said, likely not for the first time. The vixen looked from the new woman to the wolf and blinked. He was married... to her... and she didn't mind.
"You're damned right. You best get it up there pookie, your wife wants a little bit of attention." Lin giggled and gave the vixen a little lick on her cheek as the male groaned.
"Welcome to the office hon."