Bureaucratic Naughtiness
#2 of Fun In The Town Hall
Hal the clerk lion tells his co-worker Mike what happened while he wasn't there...
Hey everyone,
here it is the third installment of my two-month-and-a-half series of stories! And looks like it is a sequel to
My thanks go always to the love of my life,
Aaaaaahhhh that feeling of coming back to work after a long week end of debauchery, coffee in paw and the prospective of seeing a boxer in a few hours! Nothing could compare to that, and that was what I was feeling when opening the office, making sure each paper was in place, going to the window that gave on the attendance room to see if there were already furs.
I grunted in satisfaction when I saw no one in the room. I hated when there was already a queue at such an early hour: I would usually appreciate having so many furs wanting to see my golden furred butt, but considering that most of the furs coming there were... how to put it... senior citizen, well... The later they came, the better.
Stifling a yawn, I looked at the hour, wondering where the fuck Mike was. Probably doing some errand for his bitchy wife, like he did in Friday, leaving me completely alone to deal with overly chatty old people. I usually survived that onslaught thinking of other stuff, like how good looking and fuckable that boxer in the attendance room looked...
I cleared my throat at the memory. It had been a very pleasant surprise, to find out from the dog's bio he was gay; that didn't happen that often, to have a hot guy in front of me with the right inclination. And lucky me, he completely fell for the old "Misplaced paper" trick, and he had reacted well to my "Shy middle aged lion clerk" act; not every guy would have gone along with that.
Murrr that striped ass... It had remained right even after many poundings, something I really enjoyed. Just thinking of it was making me horned up, even if I had filled that hole just a couple of hours ago. But what I could say, I was a feline after all, one that had lots of stamina too; not that any of my partners ever lamented about that, usually they fell in a sexual daze at being fucked for so long and for so many times.
The door cracked open, which broke me from my naughty thoughts. Turning toward it, I saw the bulky figure of my co-worker entering, finishing just now his breakfast donut. He sure ate too many of them, which showed a bit in his figure, but fuck, he was a bear after all, big by definition! His belly might not be a musclegut like mine, but it still wasn't excessive.
"Morning Mike!" I saluted the glass-wearing bear, my ears moving in a happy rotation.
"Hey Hal." He greeted me back, sitting loudly on his chair and starting up his computer. I did the same to the one just below the window, remaining there in case someone showed up.
"There are promises for a slow day it seems." I mused, turning my chair to face my friend. Such was the work of a public servant, some days there were up to twenty furs wanting their papers, others the complete desert.
"That would be so fucking nice." The ursine replied with a grimace. He sure hated to work! "Hope it was the same on Friday morning."
"Nope, not such luck. Wasn't too busy, but still I didn't get a moment of respite." I reported him, saving the juicy stuff for a better moment.
"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn I am sorry Hal!" Mike groaned loudly, removing his glassed and massaging the root of his nose.
"No big deal, it is work, and you had stuff to do with Muriel." I assured him, purposely making him feel bad. I just wanted to bring the maximum reaction once I revealed about Aiden, and I knew how to push the buttons of my bear. First, he needed to feel guilty.
"Was just visiting her mother... a pleasant thing, as always." The bear said sarcastically. "A whole week end of her nagging and pestering me, and for that I left you in such a bad situation."
"Wasn't THAT horrible." I assured him, glancing through the glass and seeing no one has yet appeared. "I had a very fun lunch break after all."
"A very fun... What did happen while I was trapped in that coven?" Mike asked me, excitement clear on his brown muzzle. After a miserable weekend, the poor fucker needed something interesting to save him, even if it had happened to someone else.
"Well, the last fur was a certain Mr. Aiden McDougal... A Code Pink." I told him with a conspiratorially tone, knowing that he would understand the codename. As expected, I saw his ears perking a bit and disbelief at my luck appearing on his muzzle.
"Don't tell me that..." The ursine didn't dare to finish his phrase, but I sure wanted to and did just so.
"Oh yes. A couple of stutters and apologies and excuses... The risk of having to wait for his silly license..." I fed him crumbles of information. If I played my cards well, I could get rid of the boner currently tenting my pants, and I didn't want to ruin the game just now.
"... And then what?" The burly clerk asked me, and fuck me if he wasn't sporting a boner right now, his mind already populated of hot gay sex images.
"And then, the boxer was bent on your desk, moaning and barking as I plowed his sweet sweet ass." I finally revealed, even providing him the breed of the dog. My co-worker moaned at such a confession, regarding his desk with envy.
"Damn man!" Were the only words he managed to pronounce.
"And soon after, he was on his back, my cock deep in ass, jerking his knotted dick as he got fucked." I continued, just to increase his arousal. It hadn't been hard to make him forget the early deceit, and the boy sure enjoyed getting a second helping of lion cum before leaving the office.
"Damn maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!" The bear repeated, even more horned up now than he had been before. He was ready for the final blow.
"He liked it so much that he invited me at his place, where I pounded him in every room and position possible." I finished him, waiting to see if I needed to provide even more details of my weekend activity. I would do that gladly, those were already growing to be very fond memories to me.
"OH MAN! Why am I so unlucky to miss that..." The ursine lamented loudly, his head hanging low because of his misery... I almost felt like I should hug him at this point, but resisted the temptation.
"You know, I could arrange to have a meeting with you soon." I proposed, musing if Aiden would like to have a third person included. By how much he liked being fucked, I doubt he wouldn't.
"I don't want action soon, I want it now!" Mike cried, pouting visibly. If I knew him (and I did), by this point his boxer must have been coated with so much pre. Which was perfect for me, of course!
"Didn't Muriel help you out this week end?" I asked, even if I already knew the answer. That bitch let my friend mount her once a month, two if there were some holidays; that meant the bear always, constantly craving for release.
"Of course she didn't! Not in my parent's house!" The ursine said in an improbable falsetto, that was actually a close imitation of his wife's voice.
"Well...." I started, my ears rotating a bit as I checked if finally someone dared approach our den before continuing. "I am quite sure no one will come for a while, so if you need it..."
Mike looked at him with that expression of need mixed with gratitude I saw so often on his face since the first time we started this thing. My tail was already moving happily before he even said the magic words. "Can you, uhm fuck me?"
Didn't take much for us to lock everything down, and soon I found myself kneeling behind the bended brown furred male, lapping at his asshole. Mike always liked some rimming before being stuffed, and I liked getting him all prepared and moaning, so that was part of our usual routine. He had come a long way since the first time, when I jerked him off out of false pity for his sexless marriage.
I slurped loudly that wrinkled muscles, making sure my tongue passed on every inch of it, pushing a pit against the hole while I munched on it. My paw was jerking is hard and leaking cock as I did that, the other one wrapped around my own rod; I needed to be blew my load fast, any minute was precious in that situation.
As I used my rimming skills on the moaning and quivering bear, my mind wandered, bringing back those precious times with Mike. Oh, how innocent he was when he had arrived, wanting to be my friend! It hadn't taken long for me to do so, learning of how his wife treated him; and if she left him without sex, wasn't fair for him to search it with other furs?
My raspy tongue kept working, as it had been during the weekend with the boxer, pushing inside the ursine hole a bit, coating it with saliva. Sure I used my tongue for more than rimming Aiden, he was a damn good kisser and his cock was way too juicy for me to not try it out! Sure, the bear did like being sucked, but he had put in action the no kissing rule to preserve his non-existent straightness and damn if I liked kissing!
Though he liked some kind of kissing, that much was sure, since I was frenching his hole. Nothing made him more ready than having a tongue up his ass, licking and biting lightly, pushing inside, with paws molesting his big booty. I was doing all of that, even released my grasp on our cocks to just began to grope his ample ass, that fuckable ass, so nice one too and comfortable to thrust in, a perfect cushion, even though the one of that boxer had been good to push against too...
Damn if that Aiden had got under my skin! But it had been a long while since I caught such a prize, and I was getting tired of fucking only Mike here. He was limited after all, while the dog was completely open to everything, as far as I discovered. I had hopes in him becoming a long term sex partner... That was why I needed to see him as often as possible, so that he could become addicted to my cock.
Like old Mike had, so many years ago. The memories kept coming as I slurped loudly that hairy hole, it had been a long chase to get him, sure, first just pawjob under the desk, then blowjobs when the paw wasn't enough... Then a period when I had taken his dick regularly and with passion. So much that he had wondered why I found that so enjoyable and...
I pushed my muzzle more between those cheeks, starting to tongue fuck his puckered taint. The bear reacted accordingly, with loud moans and begging me not to stop, which I didn't for the moment. He had been like that the first time too, I treated him like a gentleman, bringing him at my place and preparing him, until he was begging to be fucked harder and harder. Aiden had barely needed preparation, he just had jumped on my cock, and oh boy if he bounced enthusiastically on that bone....
Okay, all these thoughts were getting me way too horny; at that point I didn't even need to jerk my cock, just the thoughts were getting me in the right mood. With a smack, I parted my lips from that musky pucker, my paws already grabbing the lube to smear it on his asshole and on my fingers.
"Hope you don't mind if I quicken things." It wasn't really a question, just a warning. I knew he liked that, that lewd bear, even more after three days of blueballs and wretches.
"N-not at all." Mike answered, his voice growing high pitched as I stuffed him with one thick finger, the digit disappearing easily in such a relaxed hole. That was one thing he had in common with the boxer, both had a great control on their asses, which made my work easier and... more enjoyable at the same time.
As a conductor brought music into existence directing the orchestra with his baton, I brought moans and whimpers with my finger, each thrust bringing a different one as I pocked in a different way and angle. And adding another one widened the range of sounds, as now I could stretch that tunnel more and do things you couldn't do with only one.
As a connoisseur of men, I found out over the years that each one of them moaned differently under the same circumstances. Mike was a baritone of sort, his large chest bringing me so many manly and low noises when I put my paws on him; Aiden was a bit higher, maybe because he was younger and smaller. I really didn't care, both were the most beautiful music for me, the one that I made with a male under me.
I fingered him until I get the right pitch out of him, the one I associated with him being ready for something more. At this point the bear was beyond intelligible words, which quite flattered me every time; the boxer was just the same, even though he showed me in other ways when he was craving for my cock in him.
That ass gave up my fingers with some regret, and I promptly wiped them on one lustrous asscheek. The ursine just gasped in protest, even if he knew he would get something else in a few seconds. Now the question was in what position I wanted to take him.... So many things.... But today I wanted to see how horned up and excited the bear was when having my cock under his tail...
"Get on the desk Mike, I want to do you on your back." I commanded him, stepping away from my co-worker. He obeyed me with slow, careful movements, first standing up straight, probably getting comfortable again; he wasn't a teenager anymore, and unlike Aiden he needed some time to adjust and pop his bones.
Not that I didn't enjoyed the view, of course. He was still wearing his shirt and had his pants around his knees -though he lost them quite easily, they would be a hindrance -, but I could see his ass perfectly, that short tail covering the delicious spot that was his hole. That was also something he had in common with the boxer, a short tail that was enough to cover their tailstar but that let their cheeks show. I couldn't stress enough how much that aroused me.
Finally he turned and eased himself on the desk, the one that didn't have anything on it. It was one I bought by myself, under the pretence that we needed an extra one in case there was too much paper getting in; in truth, it was used only when I wanted to fuck Mike, since it was sturdy enough to support his weight and endure my powerful thrusts without breaking.
Now I could see his cock too, one of very ursine proportions, which meant that it got me off well when I was in the mood of bottoming. The bearhood bounced a couple of times as he laid on the desk, resting on the abundant fur on his chest, all throbbing, as its owner raised his legs to welcome me, his hole winking at me.
I was on him like a wild animal on its prey, which probably was making my ancestors all proud of me. But instead of sinking my fangs in that tender neck, I sank my cock in the tender and stretched pucker, its tip and the first barbed inches getting in without much trouble as he locked his legs around my waist.
There was something highly erotic in seeing my junk disappear in an ass, balls framing my meat and the bottom's cock jumping at the feeling; it had been a sight I immortalized in a video during the week end, seeing the boxer getting dicked like that had been too hot not to record it. Glancing up I could see that Mike was already lost in pleasure, his eyes looking in the distance as he was getting fucked.
I hilted myself inside, panting a bit at the warm and tight feeling around my cock; then I started thrusting out, slowly, before jamming my cock back in, my paw going to grab the hard cock in front of me. Mike took it like a champ, barely moving as I began to fuck him, as he often did; that was different with Aiden, he was a cockhound, moving with me during the sex, enjoying every minute of it.
The pace was slow at first, just me enjoying that delicious ass; I liked that, to take my time when I could, because each time it was just too fucking nice to just waste it in mere seconds. That made me an oddball among felines, but also assured the complete satisfaction of my partners, so screw stereotypes!
I gradually increased the pace, being careful to do the same with the cock in my paw, as I thrust forward from different angles; I knew the bear's ass at heart, and I knew which types of pokes he enjoyed. Routine was nice in that, but it had been nice to discover what the boxer enjoyed the most, what made him blew his load faster...
Oh damn if that boy made me horny... I fucked the male in front of me harder, my thick cock wrecking his ass, the ursine's moans getting louder and louder as he got screwed by another man. I could feel from the throbbing of his cock that he was getting closer and closer to the edge, my paw gliding on it effortlessly thanks to the abundant pre; it felt kinda weird to jerk a rod without a knot, after having done that to the dog various times in the past few days, but still it felt good.
I looked down, drinking in the vision of a middle-aged bear being stuffed by his co-worker. The image got superimposed with the one of a black-striped brown canine having my cock in me, his black bone bouncing on his abs as I fucked him before it shoot thick ropes of cum without me even touching it, painting the dog with sticky white and...
"FUCK!" I roared as I came in Mike's hole, not stopping my thrusting all through the climax, just like I did when Aiden had cum paws free. I really hoped that the bear had gone over the edge too, since I was feeling a bit light-headed thanks to the orgasm, but a quick glance at my paw confirmed that the big fur had come too.
Extracting myself from my friend, I licked the remains of his seed off my paw as I shuffled to get dressed again. Mike followed suit, even if he was -understandably- slower, picking up his pants from where he had left them.
I felt my cock still hard in my pants, even if I just blew my load; the images of a certain canine weren't leaving, and I was as horny as before the fucking. Going to the small window, I picked up my phone to send a text to Aiden. Fuck if I hoped for him to be free at lunch!