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"I won't drink like that again", whispered Lambert to himself, rubbing his forehead with his huge claw as if that could decrease his pain. The big, red crocodile, dressed in a white shirt and black pants, both wrinkled, and the cheapest tie he found on his closet, made an effort to understand why he thought a party was a good idea. "You need to relax. Take some drinks. Meet some guys", was what his friends said. Yes, he really needed to take a rest after all that effort trying to find a new job.

He went with them to that BDSM bar, where he mixed drinks and ended up with a horrible headache that morning. Also, he sucked the cock of a stud who moaned like a pig in the dark room, but he was already drunk at that moment. And he couldn't imagine that the secretary would call him, on Saturday, to tell him that they decide to change the date of his interview, and he needed to be there before 11:00 AM, leaving him with half an hour to get ready. So yes, a fucking headache and the worst clothes he has were what he chose for his most promising interview. And, as if that wasn't enough, the other three applicants were dressed with black suits and fancy briefcases, giving him mocking glances and muttering, probably about how bad he smelled as he couldn't even take a bath.

Sitting at the end of the waiting room, completely alone, he was reading his CV to ensure he didn't miss something. The third applicant had twenty-five minutes inside the office. Simple but practical, the small room had five chairs and a glass top center table with some magazines on top. The wooden panels were adorned with framed pictures of some of the highest ranked executives of the company and the usual motivational bullshit about leadership. The secretary, a female gazelle with a provocative neckline, returned to the room with a plastic cup of coffee.

"You look nervous," she said with a tired voice as she offered him the cup. "And tired. This at least will fix the last one."

"Oh, thanks," he took it and get it close to his maw. The smell was enough to rise his spirit, or at least wake him up. "I couldn't even drink one at home."

"You're Lambert, right?" he nodded. "I was the one who called you. Sorry about this, but it was a sudden decision. Even my boss had to come today, and it's his day off."

"I can imagine he's mad for that" he points before giving a sip. Not too hot and with the right amount of sugar.

The gazelle sat again in front of her desk and gave him a smile. "He's always grumpy. But he's also tired today. Don't worry, you will be fine."

A few moments an angry leopard got out of the office, growling loudly. "Good luck, retard," he spits at him before leaving. He tried to imagine what the boss said to him, since no one yelled, but a deep voice called.

"Who's next?" And what a deep voice. His entire body shivered softly, and he make a mental image of the beast that was sitting behind the desk of the office.

The gazelle stood at the front of the door and recite. "Just one, sir. Lambert Callahan."

"Call him."

"Yes sir. Do you mind if I leave? No one else is going to come," she asked with a kind voice. It seemed like they were working together for a long time.

"Yes, Samantha. Just lock the door, I have my key."

"Thank you, sir," she made a gesture with her hand to call him to go in. Lambert adjust his glasses and got up, holding the folder with his documents with both arms, like a precious package. "Good luck," she said and closed the door at his back.

The big reptile was now inside the office, a room bigger than the last one, but still simple in terms of decoration, with a flower pot in one corner, a bookcase still empty and cabinets. Some closed boxes in the other corner, next to the big window without curtains that was in front of him. The orange walls didn't have any frame yet. And, at his right, a desk with a PC over it, and a huge polar bear dressed in the usual black and white business style, only broken by the black open tie and his black suit over his chair.

"Lambert Callahan, eh?" He got up and extended his paw as a greeting. The crocodile nodded, amazed by the size of that beast and felt the strong grip of the bear. "Glad you made it. I'm Alex Ochoa, human resources management. Take a seat, please", they sat down and the crocodile gave him the folder with all his documentation. "Sorry about the mess. This will be the office for the new magazine. Everything is almost ready except for... the entire office", he chuckled, opening the folder. "And the executives don't want to lose time recruiting new personnel. That's why they decided to finish the interviews today. Because... they aren't doing... nothing in their luxury departments. "

He was making a pause here and there, and nodded every so often. Lambert took that moment to give him a better look. With strong arms and the usual big belly of a bear, some of his white fur was coming out from the holes between the button's shirt. His black hair was roughly combed and the shirt wrinkled like his. He looked tired, and remembered what the secretary said, so this was probably a big pain in the ass for him.

"A degree in journalism... two years of experience... you worked mostly in a cultural section, why the sudden change to fashion?"

"I have two older sisters," the bear giggled when hearing that. "And I think it's good to get out of my comfort zone. I can't always be on what I like to do."

"That's a good way of thinking," something odd appeared on his voice and the way he looked at him. He was suspicious, like trying to remember something. "Why don't you... give me a resume of your experience?"

Lambert nodded, putting aside any sudden doubt about the bear, and started to tell what he had done in the journal and the magazine where he worked before, from the columns to the coverage of some events. Alex listened mindfully, taking notes about what he found interesting. But the way he smiled, and how he leaned towards him, gave him a weird feeling. He wasn't sure why. Fortunately, that didn't put him nervous enough to fail at the Q&A session; nothing too fancy or weird, just the usual questions about his life and personal goals. Twenty minutes later, the bear raised his paw to stop him.

"I guess that's enough," he pointed out, and sniffed the air. His attention seemed to focus on the notes he took. "You have experience, I won't put that in doubt," the chair creaked when the bear got up, free of his weight. "But I still need to ensure you can work with others. You didn't spoke about how you develop with a team."

"Ah, well..." The crocodile shrugged. Nervousness started to grow inside him. A shiver ran across his back when the bear walked close to him on his way to the door. "T-that's a problem I've always had. I've been working with that."

"That's a problem, indeed. And you're gonna work with others a lot if you get this job."

Now the bear was behind him. He was afraid that he opened the door and tells him to leave. Lambert decided not turn his head, in case that was some kind of test.

"Look, I had a really bad night. My head hurts and I slept only two hours. I really want to get back home, slip into my bed and don't wake up until monday. But even when I really want that, I can't. And not because these interviews... mostly. There's something that is bothering me..." Lambert frightened when, instead of the door creaking, he listened the door lock. "You see, I had an interest experience with someone last night. That fella surely knew how to use the teeth..." the crocodile shivered in fear and surprise. That couldn't be possible! From all the males he found in the dark room, he had chosen his interviewer! He was in trouble. Shut his eyes and shrugged even more, pleading in his mind for the bear to let him go. But his heart seemed to stop after hearing what the huge beast said to him:

"And he leave me hungry for more..."

The claws of the bear closed softly over his shoulders. He felt the warmth of his belly behind his neck and swallowed. As weird as it looked, he was getting aroused for that.

"You can forget a voice, a face, but someone's smell..." His grip tightened. His voice got almost lustful. "Especially yours..." The bear leans and sniff loudly. "A strong musk like this one..."

"W-what do you want...?" unnecessary question, he knew it. Somehow, a shy grin appeared in his maw, as he got the idea of where this was going.

"I couldn't even say thanks," a brief moment later, he was leaning over him to whisper on his ear. "I don't like to be that kind of guy," as he spoke, his claws went down to his chest, breaking the bottoms of his shirt. Lambert didn't do anything but pant, petrified. His dick was getting harder, slowly making a notorious bulge on his black trousers. His nipples started to receive some attention from the bear. "Never expected this huge coincidence to happen. But I'm grateful for that," he gave a lick to his cheek. The warm tongue caused a soft moan. "And even when this is so sudden... you don't seem to mind it."

Lambert had to admit that he wanted more after the bear came on his maw last night. It has been a while since the last time he fucked someone, and his desire was growing stronger, especially after the musk of Alex filled his nose, and that was acting like an aphrodisiac for him. At that rate, it won't take to long for his lust to control him.

"I'm quite interested on what you have here, mister Callahan," Alex said, groping the crocodile's bulge. Another moan came out from his maw, and he bit his lips. "Nice size and thickness. And you're already leaking? Eager boy. Why don't I put you a little test?"

"W-what kind of test?" he was about to nail his claws to the wooden armrests, close to lose his control.

"How good are you following orders," and, with a husky voice, he whispered. "Use me."

With his eyes wide open and the heart beating out of his chest, Lambert got up and embrace the horny bear. He pushed his nose against the hairy neck, smelling him, hypnotized by the strong scent. Both of them started to undress each other, touching and rubbing their bodies. His belly was soft and the fur warm. Alex kept his attention on his nipples, seeing how sensitive Lambert was there.

"You like my smell?" he asked, and the crocodile nodded. Alex raised his arms and, immediately, the desperate nose of his applicant was over the armpit. Even the big bear couldn't hold a sigh of joy by looking at how horny the crocodile was. "Yeah, smell it. Fill your nose with my musk," his big claw held his head, thinking that will increase his pleasure. His cock was now pushing against his pants, and he didn't wait any longer to set it free, a 9-inch cock with the tip covered in precum, whose smell was exciting even for him.

"You're so hot, sir," Lambert exclaimed with his claw closing around the thick cock, leaving his armpit to play with his nipple.

"Just... just like you... stud," said between panting. While touching the soft chest of his lover, he founds the tie still hanging from his neck. He was about to remove it, but a better idea came to his mind. "Put me... over the desk and suck my dick," the deep voice sounds like an order, and he was happy to saw the crocodile pushing aside the chairs and sitting him over the wooden desk. Lambert slowly went down, kissing his chest and belly, guided by the delicious musk.

He kneeled down and licked the tip. The flavor was intense, but rapidly stopped being enough, and the open maw receive the long and thick cock. Alex moaned in pleasure once he felt the warmth and wetness of the crocodile's muzzle. "Fuck... eat it, stud... eat it all!" He held his head, giving slows thrusts, with his cock rubbing against the big tongue of that horny beast. Lambert was wagging his huge tail, and touching his now free cock. The flavor, the smell, everything in that bear turned him on. Especially that strong attitude. He sucked harder and faster, drinking every drop of precum that came from the tip.

Ten long minutes passed, and he didn't stop to face-fuck him, not even a second. Alex was in heaven, enjoying once again an amazing blowjob given by a pro. He was drooling over himself, and his moans were now louder than before. But his cock was now throbbing, and at that rate Alex wouldn't be able to hold it. But, like if reading his mind, he left his cock to focus on the tight hole down of it. And, truth is, the red and horny crocodile was willing to ram him since last night. Holding his legs, he shoved his maw and licked the furry ass, pushing his tongue to get inside him. By how hard the bear moaned, almost screamed, Lambert knew he also wanted it. His warm tongue slowly went in and out, loosening up the narrow hole and wetting it with his saliva, as a preparation for what was coming.

"C-come here..." he managed to throw between his pants and moans, after having the crocodile working his ass for some minutes. When Lambert got up he was now free of his pants and underwear, and his 8.5-inch cock rubbed against his. Alex swallowed, seeing the thickness of that dick. "Looks big..."

"Are you sure you can take it, sir?" Lambert took his huge paw and gave it a slow lick. He replied with a sigh of delight, rubbing his paw all over his face.

"You better give me a really good fuck if you want this job," and after saying that, he grabbed the hanging tie and pull it like a leash. "It's an order, son."

Lambert's tongue was already hanging out of his maw, drooling over the bear's belly. He rubbed his cock against the wet hole before making his way up inside it, still tight even with all the saliva. Loud moans of pleasure came from their maws with every inch of that fat dick going in. His claws grabbed the bear from the thighs, and his tongue was running all over his big paw. And when the long cock was all in, the crocodile started to hump, rising up the pace slowly. Alex was looking at him with a defiant expression on his face.

The moans were replaced by deep growls, as he pulled the tie like a way to order his crocodile to fuck faster. And he obeyed. The thrusts got deeper, pushing every single button of the bear, who felt the drops of sweat falling from the crocodile onto his already soaked fur. His dripping dick already made a puddle of precum over his belly. "Yeah! Like that, boy! F-fuck daddy's ass!" growled. One of his claws was nailed to the wood and the keep pulling the tie. Lambert fucked him as he wanted, with his orgasm building up. It wouldn't take too long, not at that pace, but he didn't mind.

His boss asked for a good fuck and he was decided to give him the best one. So he thrusted harder, knowing that his boss will ask him another fuck if he did it right. He felt his hips wet, the warm hole sloppy, his cock throbbing and swelling. The sounds that came from his muzzle were almost a pleading, as he tried to control his orgasm to explode. "Fill me, son! Fill daddy with your thick seed!" ordered the bear, showing his teeth in a grin. And with those words, Lambert gave his last thrust and released the load of thick, warm, hot cum he was holding, filling the big ass of that stud. Alex blew up too, shooting strings of warm cum over himself and Lambert. They moaned together, loudly and longer, trembling in delight as a shock of pleasure ran for every inch of their bodies. The crocodile couldn't hold his own weight and succumbed to his tiredness, trying to catch his breath just like Alex . Their pleasure slowly faded out, but not their joy for the exciting session.

"Not bad..." the polar bear gasped, giving a lick to the red maw of his lover. His claw was still holding the tie.

"I... I did it good, sir?" he questioned, part exhausted, part shyly. He was looking at him, waiting for his answer with the same expression as a kid waits for his dad's approval.

"You were amazing, son... consider yourself hired!"