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[center][b][u]A Professional's Descent[/u][/b][/center]

Kelvin had just moved to the city. It wasn't a move he had expected, but the leopard was glad of the opportunity. Both to live in such a huge and vibrant place compared to the relatively smaller city where he had grown up, gone to school and started work, and to prove himself to the higher ups who had put their trust in him. It was virtually unheard of... no, it [i]was[/i] unheard of for a twenty five year old, just three years out of college, to be moved up from a junior team leader role all the way to managing a division. The fact that it was a new division too, in a new branch of the company's offices here in the city, only heightened the acclaim of the role and made it all the more vital to Kelvin that he succeed.

And, with what they were paying him, he could afford to give himself the best possible opportunities to thrive in his new home. That was why he'd splashed out perhaps a little more than he needed to on his apartment, offering to pay the difference in rent between what his company were offering in order to facilitate his move here. It was a modern building that wasn't overtly flashy, but had definitely been built with high end professionals in mind. Everything was well tuned, well maintained, and quiet. Quiet enough that at times during his first week or so living there, Kelvin had honestly assumed that he might be the only tenant on his entire floor.

Except... then he'd met his neighbour. It turned out there really were only two of them in that corridor of six apartments, the other units currently vacant. Kelvin had learned that when, one morning as he left for work, he opened the door to find a woman walking down the corridor towards him. A woman dressed in a faded white vest top covering a black sports bra, and shorts that barely seemed to fit around, and certainly didn't travel very far down her plump thighs. She looked like she had just finished up at the apartment complex's gym, not just because of how she was dressed, but because in that moment she had been lifting one arm and taking a sizeable whiff of one of her own armpits. Instinctively, Kelvin almost apologised for '[i]catching[/i]' her in such an innocent but unguarded moment, but before he could do that or anything else, the chubby, middle aged border collie was rushing towards him and pulling his freshly pressed, suit-clad body into a tight hug, drawing his face down quite directly into the cleavage of her amply sized chest.

Needless to say the woman, his neighbour, was friendly. Very, very friendly. Before Kelvin could politely introduce himself, explain that he had to go to work and assure her that they would be able to catch up more some other time, he learned that the collie's name was Melissa, that she had only been living here for a couple of months, and that she was, to use her own words, a lady of leisure. Apparently she had divorced a rather horrible, but extremely rich husband, and now even though she was no longer a welcome figure in the city's upper class social scene she was happier than she had ever been, free from all the social politics and drama that had been all she had known for almost thirty years of marriage and motherhood.

To be honest, Kelvin didn't really care about any of that. He was sure she was a perfectly nice lady, and he couldn't deny that for someone who apparently was in her late forties she was extremely attractive. But, all that had really mattered to him as he stood there and listened to her talk [i]at[/i] him about her life was trying to figure out whether he could still make it to his job early as planned, or if he now had to skip getting his morning coffee and have one ordered for delivery to his office when he got to work.

The moment she paused in her own story's telling to ask something about the leopard himself, Kelvin seized the opportunity to give as brief an answer as possible, then immediately excuse himself. He didn't look back as he hurried off towards the elevators, and from that moment onward, he didn't give his neighbour another thought.

At least, not at first.

Almost another week later,they crossed paths again in the hall. This time Melissa had already taken off her slightly sweaty vest top, its material slung over one of her sports-bra clad shoulders, and as Kelvin stepped into the hallway and saw her walking towards him, she had a hand down the front of her shorts, clearly scratching absent-mindedly at her crotch. She beamed, and just like that started chatting at him again, while continuing to scratch her loins for several more seconds before withdrawing that hand as Kelvin tried desperately not to stare at it. The collie didn't have anything important to say, not that she had the first time around really, though Kelvin had at least done her the courtesy of remembering the basics of what she'd told him. Thus after she invited the leopard over for coffee at her place some time to get to know each other somewhere other than in passing moments like this, the leopard was quick to agree to the platitude with no intention of following through, and frankly not even considering that Melissa was that sincere about it herself.

Their next encounter wasn't in the hallway. In fact, it wasn't really an encounter at all. A couple of nights after the second hallway [i]chat[/i], Kelvin was returning home in the evening after some drinks with some of the other division managers from around the city, a perfect opportunity to learn from more experienced and successful managers within the company, and of course to learn over their drunken laughter what they were struggling with, so he could seek to avoid the same pitfalls himself and rise to the top faster than any of them. The leopard was a little drunk himself, though not nearly so much as the others had been. Perhaps that was why he hadn't bothered to put in earbuds and catch up on one of the daily business news recaps he tended to listen to when heading home. Whatever the reason though, it meant his ears were wide open when he stepped out of the elevator and began to walk towards his apartment.

"[i]Ah! Ah! Aahh![/i]"

His ears twitched, and though his first thought was that he was hearing some sort of music, or maybe catching a snippet of a movie playing, the way his cheeks flushed and his drunken mind immediately felt his libido stir betrayed the truth. He took a few more steps forward.

"[i]Yes! Ohhhyess, fuck![/i]"

That wasn't a movie. It wasn't music.

"[i]Yes! Yes! [b]Ahhhyessss! Yes!![/b][/i]"

Kelvin swallowed thickly as he fumbled for his keys, hearing the sounds, the cries, the [i]screams[/i] of pleasure echoing out from behind him. From the apartment across from his. From Melissa.

He didn't want to think about her. He didn't want to involve himself in her life, or her in his. But as his drunken digits failed to find the keys with their normal precision and he heard the collie give an almighty shriek not just of pleasure but clear relief too, without any sounds to indicate there was another person involved in the process, two things happened in swift succession. First, he felt his cock starting to stir within his pants. And second, he found himself considering that based on what Melissa had said to him, and what he had seemingly paid enough attention to remember in the past, the life of a single divorcee seemed to be working for the collie rather well.

After that first time, though it had to just be coincidence, Kelvin found himself hearing Melissa's private, intimate moments more often. He hadn't met her in the hallway for a couple of weeks at that point, but it seemed that was less because they just weren't passing between work and the apartment complex's gym at the same time, and more because Melissa had decided on other ways to get her morning [i]cardio[/i].

"[i]Ohhhmygod... ohhhfuck! Fuck!! Fuuuuuhhuhaahhhyessss, I'm cumming!![/i]"

The leopard wanted to be annoyed. He wanted to be pissed off at his neighbour for being so disruptive. So loud. So inconsiderate of the surrounding apartments. What if there had been families living here? There weren't. There was just him on this floor, aside from the collie herself. But... there [i]could[/i] have been. And besides, didn't she have anything better to do? It seemed like she must have been masturbating multiple times a day, given that Kelvin had caught, or rather overheard her in the mornings as he left for work, in the late afternoon as he returned, and even once or twice later at night as he came back from other social events or opened his apartment door to carry the garbage down to the disposal chute.

It was actually more than a month later before Kelvin saw Melissa in person again. She seemed to be coming back from the grocery store just as he was getting back from work, and thus they ended up in the elevator together. The leopard didn't know what to say. His face burned scarlet as he thought of everything he'd heard from her. How many times he'd heard her masturbating, cumming, never once hearing a door open or close to suggest that she had any sort of visitor, any lover assisting her in her repeated, frequent bouts of self-stimulation. Melissa however seemed more bubbly and bouncy than ever, even if her appearance was slightly more dishevelled than on previous occasions. Even if she had been coming back from the gym during most of their previous run-ins, the collie had still looked like a woman who took pride in maintaining her appearance to a high level. Now though, it wasn't that she looked unhealthy or anything of the sort. She just seemed to have perhaps stopped spending quite so much time or energy on fur and hair-care, and her clothes weren't pressed, not that sweat pants and a t-shirt really required such care anyway.

Kelvin was so flustered by her presence and his awareness of her frequent masturbatory activity that he didn't even really acknowledge the elevator continuing to move until before he knew it, Melissa was reaching out and taking one of his hands.

"C'mon. You don't live in there, y'know."

She chided playfully as she pulled Kelvin out of the elevator, where he had remained standing staring at the ground between his feet even after the doors had opened on their floor and the collie had stepped out ahead of him. His already red face burned hotter as he stared at that hand holding his. The same hand she'd been using a few weeks ago to scratch herself under her shorts. He looked up at her, opened his mouth, and let loose a soft, wordless croak. Melissa giggled, shook her head in apparent amusement, and just began to pull Kelvin down the corridor towards their apartments, continuing to hold his hand fondly within her own all the while.

"You remember how doors work, right?"

She winked and giggled as she left Kelvin standing outside his front door, waved goodbye, and slipped into her own apartment.

Kelvin was still standing there when he heard a muffled giggle through the door, then a shuffling sound. A sound like... like clothes being removed.

He heard footsteps padding, almost skipping away from his neighbour's apartment door, and then, before he could even begin to be angry at himself for getting so fixated on a woman he didn't even know or care about, he heard it.

"[i]Mmh. Mmmmmmmh...[/i]"

Not nearly as loud as he knew she could get, and probably would get before that session was done. But, still undeniable in its origin. He heard Melissa starting to pleasure herself from somewhere inside her apartment. He heard her say goodbye to him, step inside, immediately remove her clothes, and begin masturbating.

And, that was when the thought crossed the leopard's mind for the very first time...

Did she ever think of him when she masturbated?

After that night, after masturbating three times himself to thoughts of the collie... of her hand in his, then between her legs, then between [i]his[/i] legs, Kelvin knew he had to stop. He had to tell his neighbour that she needed to keep her personal activities to a more reasonable volume, because they were starting to interfere with his life. He didn't want to be thinking about her. He didn't want to be wasting his time on any sort of romantic or sexual feelings, frankly. If he wanted to cum, there was porn. If he wanted romance, he could do what he had always told himself he would do, and find someone at work who was as driven and career motivated as him, so they could forge a relationship that never made either one of them have to compromise on their work-life goals.

Thus, day after day at work he found himself thinking about how he would tell Melissa off the next time he saw her. How he would make sure their acquaintance didn't progress any further down an unhealthy and unnecessary path than it already had. And of course, each time he realised that he was thinking about her rather than the numbers on his screen or the employees sitting at the meeting table before him, he only grew more absolute in his certainty that he really, really was starting to dislike his neighbour.

"A-ah. Fuck. Ohhhh... ohhhh ffh... goddammit..."

Kelvin trembled as he watched a last string of cum dangle, glistening from the tip of his cock, while yet more ribbons of seed floated in the toilet bowl, and more still stained the edges and the raised seat of the porcelain in his office's private restroom. He had work to do. He was actually behind schedule for one of the first times [i]ever[/i] since moving here, though only by a half hour or so. But, still. Half an hour was half an hour, and yet instead of working to catch up and lead by example, he was there, in his restroom, cumming his brains out just to try and grant himself a little time where he didn't have to keep thinking about [b]her[/b].

That very evening, he didn't even step inside his apartment for a moment to put down his rucksack or change into something a little less formal than his grey work suit with its white shirt and pale blue tie. He marched right up to Melissa's door, knocked firmly, and waited. He was going to tell her. He was going to tell her that he had overheard her masturbating, and it was inappropriate. That he wanted her to be more considerate, and that he would make a complaint to the building's management if she couldn't learn to control her volume when engaging in personal activities. He knew she would be embarrassed. Ashamed. And, good. That would make her not only more likely to stop, but also prevent her from trying to continue to be a friendly neighbour towards him. It would solve all of the leopard's problems and leave him free to focus on things that actually mattered, and...

"Oh, Kel! Oh my gosh are you finally accepting my coffee invite? Please, come in! Come in! Don't mind the robe, it's just comfy."

The door opened, and before Kelvin knew it he was seated on a nice couch in a living room that looked somewhat like his, only if he hadn't tidied up since he moved in. It wasn't that it was filthy. There weren't old unwashed dishes or greasy pizza boxes or anything like that stacked up in corners. But as Melissa giggled and explained that she hadn't been expecting company, he watched as she plucked several items of clothing, including lingerie off various items of furniture strewn around the room, bent over to pick up a towel just puddled on the floor, and as she hurried off to deposit the armful of fabric elsewhere, Kelvin shuddered in anguished desire as he saw what was resting on the coffee table just a few feet away from where he was sitting. A dildo. A large, canine-shaped dildo in an unrealistic though undeniably cool electric blue with white swirls throughout its synthetic, rubbery mass.

"Oh my god!"

Melissa squealed with laughter, though not the slightest shame as she stepped back into the room and immediately saw what Kelvin was staring at openly. She raced forward to grab the toy, giggling uncontrollably all the while, and as she moved as fast as her plump body would carry her, the already loosely tied front of her robe fell open for just long enough that as she bent forward to pick up the dildo, Kelvin got a full frontal view of the woman's large, heavy breasts, her fluffy belly paunch, and the downy, untrimmed white fur upon her crotch, hiding any flesh from view in that instant but making the fact that the fur around that portion of her body was matted and tangled with old, dried-in arousal even more impossible to miss.

Whether Melissa even knew that she had flashed Kelvin or not, the leopard didn't know. What he did know for sure was that by the time she returned from her bedroom again after removing the toy, her robe was fastened again, and that she showed absolutely no signs of embarrassment as she flopped casually down onto the couch right beside Kelvin rather than take up any of the other seats on the three other sides of the coffee table.

"Sorry about that. Well, no... not sorry. I apologise for making you see that when you hadn't asked to. But, I can't say I'm sorry it was there."

The collie shrugged, and giggled when Kelvin stared at her with blank, somewhat overwhelmed eyes.

"I won't get into it, but lets just say that I spent a lot of my adult life not really enjoying sex. I got married to my ex-husband when I was eighteen and he was twenty six. He was the only '[i]lover[/i]' I ever had..."

Melissa put sarcastic air-quotes around '[i]lover[/i]' as she grimaced.

"...and, to cut a very long story short, he was so boring in bed that I really just didn't think much about sex for most of our marriage, especially not after our two girls were born and he told me that two was [i]enough[/i]. Actually, it's only been since I moved out into my own place again... even more recently than that really, after you'd moved in, that I rediscovered how much fun masturbation can be. It's not just something you do while you wait for actual sex. It can be a whole thing of its own, and..."

The collie's voice trailed off, and again she giggled, though once more there wasn't the faintest trace of shame or regret in her expression.

"There I go again. I kinda gave myself this philosophy, after my divorce. Don't hold back. Just... be bold, say what you feel, don't play games or tell people what you think they want to hear. I really do try to take it to heart. It's the only way I can keep myself from slipping back into the carefully managed and curated personality I showed the world when I believed that my family's social status depended on it. But... well, I suppose maybe I'm taking it a bit too far. You probably don't want to hear about some older woman's mid-life sexual liberation, huh?"

That was it.

His chance. The perfect opportunity not just to tell Melissa exactly how he felt and everything that he had heard from across the hall, but to use her own philosophy, her own earnest sincerity against her if she tried to accuse him of being too critical or harsh with his words. After all, he was just saying what he felt, no games, no telling people what they wanted to hear. Just the truth. The simple, honest truth.

"I've been able to hear you masturbating for weeks now. All the fucking time."

Kelvin spoke bluntly, scarcely able to believe he was hearing such explicit, definitive words escaping his own muzzle. Melissa's eyes widened. He finally saw embarrassment, surprise, nervousness cross her features.

Except... it didn't make him happy to see. Quite the opposite. This was the first time since he had met Melissa that she wasn't smiling. That she didn't seem elated to be with him, or just to be [i]existing[/i] in general. She looked worried. Upset. Afraid that she had hurt their relationship, such as it was.

Good.

At least, that was what Kelvin told himself, though again it wasn't triumphant satisfaction that accompanied that thought, but rather, bitterness and guilt and his own tight knot of shame within his chest.

More than all of that though, it wasn't just that he felt bad for Melissa, for making her feel so bad and ashamed over what was clearly an accident, a case of her not realising just how carried away she had been getting with her newfound sexual liberation. He felt bad because much as he wanted it to be true, for the sake of his career plans and the ruthless forward trajectory he had planned out for himself in the days, weeks, months and years to come... it didn't [i]feel[/i] true. The truth was...

The truth was...

"But, you always sounded so happy. So hot. I... liked it. That's why I didn't say anything sooner. Because... I didn't want you to stop."

The collie lifted a hand to her muzzle.

"Oh, Kel..."

The first time she had called him that, Kelvin had almost spoken up and told her not to. His friends had called him Kel back where he used to live. But here, to all the colleagues who took him seriously, he was Kelvin. All of a sudden though hearing Melissa say that made the leopard's face flush hotter beneath his fur. He squirmed on the spot as she turned to face him a little more on the couch, and his blush grew deeper and deeper still when she tilted her head curiously, already certain of what question he was about to be asked.

"You say you liked it. Did you... have you masturbated, while you listened to me doing it?"

Kelvin nodded. He couldn't lie. He couldn't pretend like he hadn't, or like he was offended or aghast at the very idea. But to his amazement and absolute relief, he didn't find Melissa staring at him with anger or embarrassment or even slight discomfort. Instead he found her smiling again, and nibbling on her bottom lip as she wriggled where she was seated on the couch, and scooted over slightly closer to him.

"I really didn't know. I... but... I'm not mad, Kel. Actually, I think it's... really kinda hot. I've been so excited to try new things. New toys. New techniques. Making up for lost time as shamelessly as I can. And, to know someone was listening, and that they enjoyed what they heard enough to want to touch themselves too..."

The collie's hand closest to Kelvin reached out, and was about to come to rest on his leg, when Melissa hesitated. She swallowed, whined under her breath, and glanced up to meet Kelvin's wide eyed, hopeful gaze.

"I've only been divorced a little while. Only been independent for a handful of months. Kel, I... I want to do something spontaneous and sexy as hell right now, but I also don't want to make a mistake that I might regret. Not because it's you, but... just because I've been enjoying my own pleasure so much, I'm not sure if I want to suddenly jump right into anything with another person, even if it was just... y'know, two neighbours having some casual, no strings fun."

Kelvin swallowed thickly and nodded in return.

"Right."

He croaked breathlessly.

"I... I didn't have any expectation of... anything. I hope it didn't come across that way."

Melissa giggled and shook her head.

"It didn't. I was just worried you were upset with me for being so inconsiderate and shameless."

Kelvin remained silent, kicking himself inwardly for how aggravatingly accurate an assessment that was of how he had been feeling, or rather, how he had been telling himself he felt until very, very recently. After a brief while with neither of them speaking though, Melissa murmured bashfully once again.

"Would it be okay if I... if I kept masturbating, like I have been? Being loud, even now that I know you can hear. Even though I know you might be listening?"

The leopard shuddered with excitement, and couldn't keep himself from nodding so urgently, so eagerly that it made Melissa blush and giggle. She rose to her feet a few moments later, and offered both her hands to his. He took them, and she gently helped him upright.

"We can do coffee some other time. Right now though... I want you to go back to your apartment, Kel. I want you to go back... sit down, or lie down, wherever you've rested before while you listened to me. And, I want you to jerk off. I want you to cum when you hear me cum. Will you... would you like to do that for me? [i]With[/i] me, Kel?"

The leopard nodded. He said his goodbyes to the woman who barely half an hour ago he swore he had hated, and then, after she blushed, giggled and closed the door to her apartment slowly in his face, Kelvin barely even had time to turn around and reach out towards his own front door when...

"A-ahh... ohh, Kel..."

His eyes bulged, and he let slip a helpless, audible grunt of desire right then and there as he heard Melissa moaning. Not just from within her apartment, but clearly from right behind the door, where she had apparently started to immediately, indulgently touch herself. Kelvin's cock had been on the brink of rising to a full and desperate erection from basically the moment he set eyes upon Melissa in her robe, never mind after finding her toy too. By the time he got inside his apartment and pressed the door closed behind him though, he was already throbbing and straining against the front of his pants, and as he listened to Melissa's masturbatory bliss ringing out across the hallway, their relative proximity was such that even with two doors between them the leopard was almost certain he could hear the sound of fingers in rhythmic, rapid motion against or perhaps within some damp flesh.

He dragged his pants down. He grasped his cock like it had been weeks since he'd last had the opportunity to do so, and as he began to vigorously pump his erection to the sounds of his masturbating neighbour, Kelvin didn't even consider the fact that he was almost certainly going to be thinking about her during work hours even [i]more[/i] now.

"Oh!! Ohhhyess, Kel! You're listening, right? You... a-ahhhh, you can hear me! Ohhh god, it feels so good. Ohhhhh yesss, Kel! I love masturbating. I love cumming. I fucking love it all, a-and if you really do enjoy hearing me? A-aahhh, fuck... you're in luck, because I'm divorced, rich, and have nothing better to do than rub my horny fucking pussy all day, every day!"

Sure enough, the next day at work, Kelvin couldn't stop thinking about that prior evening. About the things Melissa had said, not just crying out generically in her bliss, but speaking to him personally and directly. Before lunchtime he was already almost three quarters of an hour behind his admittedly ambitious, self-set schedule, and rather than working through lunch while eating a quick sandwich at his desk to get even further ahead, Kelvin spent a good twenty minutes of his lunch break in his office restroom, slowly and luxuriously coaxing himself to a truly mind-bending orgasm as he wondered how many times Melissa might have already made herself cum that day.

By the end of the following week, Kelvin actually received an email from one of his bosses asking if everything was okay, checking that he hadn't burned out or had any problems in his personal life. Initially, the leopard was appalled. Ashamed and horrified by the idea that he had already let his productivity to slip to such a degree that it was being noticed by those in upper management. Before he could really get angry with himself or indeed Melissa though, a different frustration crossed his mind. One that until that day, until virtually that moment he had never once let himself experience since beginning his determined rise to the top.

He found himself frustrated by his boss, and by himself for holding him to standards that were so far above what was expected of him. He hadn't actually fallen behind in work at all, just his own schedule which had kept his division [i]ahead[/i] of schedule. And they still were, overall. Ahead by a considerable amount compared to any other division in any other branch nationwide, including the one from which he had been transferred into this position. Yet still, apparently, that wasn't enough? They demanded so much of him that even if he gave just a normal amount of effort for just a week or so, it was enough for them to start probing and asking [i]why[/i] he had stopped being so hyper-productive?

That frustration lingered within Kelvin all day, and honestly was still there to a more modest degree the following morning. When he left his apartment for work though, not quite as early as normal though still at least half an hour before he actually needed to in order to be '[i]on time[/i]', the leopard was barely half a dozen steps down the corridor when he heard the rapid motion of more footsteps somewhere behind him, followed by the rattling of a door handle, the click of a lock being opened, and then the door to Melissa's apartment swinging open. The collie's head stuck out into the hallway along with what appeared to be bare shoulders, and when she had confirmed that it was indeed Kelvin she'd heard, and that he was alone, she whimpered, giggled, and beckoned to him.

It was the first time they'd seen one another since his visit to her apartment, though Kelvin had [i]heard[/i] Melissa at least two or three times a day, ever day after that fateful occasion. The leopard knew he had to get to work, but he couldn't say no. More importantly, he didn't want to say no. Thus without asking any questions he turned around, face flushing almost as bright as Melissa's own appeared to be beneath her black and white fur, and padded back over to his neighbour's door.

He blinked. He swallowed thickly.

She was naked. She was standing naked in the doorway to her apartment, and the next thing he knew, he was being dragged through her front door, pressed up against one of her apartment's hallway walls, and...

"O-oh, Mel..."

Kel gasped as without a word, just a pleading, desperate glance, the collie dropped to her knees in front of him, and began to fiddle with the buckle of his belt.

She sucked him off.

She gave the leopard a blowjob while fingering herself to a grunting, whimpering orgasm as he unloaded down her throat. And then, just like that, she sent Kel off to work with a giggle and a slightly salty brush of her lips against his, without speaking a word of affection, nor of apology for the fact he was now only going to be [i]ten[/i] minutes early for work at most.

Three days and three blowjobs later, Kel growled as Melissa stood waiting, naked in the doorway of her apartment even as he opened his own, the front of his suit pants already tented with his anticipatory arousal. The collie shrieked happily as he lunged forward at her, she wailed as [i]he[/i] dropped to his knees, and even though Kel had to rush back into his apartment and change suits after he was doing with Melissa, his suit jacket stained with her arousal and his pants bearing a large, sticky wet spot on the crotch from where he had rubbed his still clothed cock while eating the collie out, he was still just about on time for work.

The first time Kel was late was almost a month later. It wasn't the first time he and Melissa had fucked. At that point they had been hanging out and fooling around after he was finished with work for at least a fortnight already. But, the prior night had been the first night he had slept over. And even though his phone had still woken him up early enough that a morning quickie hadn't disturbed his schedule all that much, the second round as they shared a shower, and then the third as she casually rubbed herself while watching him eat cereal at the breakfast table had left the leopard unable to make it to the office before his first appointment was scheduled to begin.

No-one said anything about that first instance of tardiness. Nor the second, nor the third. After the fourth instance of the leopard being late in two weeks though, he was told to come in early the following day for a meeting with his boss to discuss his recent and seemingly still growing lack of focus.

Part of Kel felt like he should have cared. Part of him felt like he should have been dismayed and ashamed that such a description was painfully and genuinely accurate.

And yet...

"I s-should go back to my place. Start a load of laundry. I dh-hahh... don't actually have any clean suits left to wear..."

The leopard gasped as he leaned back on Mel's couch as stared in adoration at the collie's large, jiggling breasts, while his hands squeezed and caressed her bountiful buttocks, and her pussy gripped him as she knelt and bounced atop his lap.

"We should get an early night, since I have to wake up even earlier tomorrow..."

He purred as he dragged Mel towards her bedroom, licking his lips as the older woman giggled and nodded, both of them knowing that even if they did go to bed several hours early, that was absolutely no guarantee of sleep.

"Once more, then I [i]have[/i] to go root through my closet to find anything remotely formal to wear today."

It was getting light out once again as Kel kissed his way down Mel's soft belly, two fingers already slowly, fondly massaging her g-spot while he moved his muzzle closer and closer to join in with their efforts. The pleasure-drunk, already multi-orgasmic collie giggled. She whimpered, nodded, and reached out with shaking hands to grab her boyfriend's head, stuffing it firmly between her thighs and wrapping her legs around it as though planning on holding it there for a long, long time to come.

Four hours later, when Mel awoke from her nap and found Kel lying beside her, not cuddling up to her but just staring up at the illuminated screen of his phone, she rolled onto her side and rubbed his chest.

"I missed my meeting."

Kel murmured.

"Oh."

Mel whispered back.

"Are you... okay with that?"

She added, trying not to sound hopeful, though only partially succeeding. The leopard chuckled, shrugged, then looked back at his phone for a moment before showing the screen to the collie.

Her eyes widened as she read the whole exchange, but when she read the final five words, then read them again, and again, and again, she let slip an audible whimper.

"Oh. Oh... Kel."

Before she could say anything more though, before she could ask the leopard how he felt or whether he was absolutely sure, Kel reached over and set his phone aside on the bedside cabinet. A moment later he rolled over onto his side, and grinned at his girlfriend. At the woman he loved.

"So, since I'm free... what do you wanna do today?"

The collie blushed. She giggled, and even as she opened her muzzle to answer the question honestly and shamelessly, Kel was already scrambling atop her. Already embracing her, kissing her, and pressing his already rigid cock inside of her big, soft, beautiful body.

Within Mel messy bedroom, inside her messy apartment, across the hall from her boyfriend's own messy and virtually un-lived-in place, the collie and leopard began to fuck eagerly and passionately, each determined to draw the maximum amount of pleasure possible for their partner even though they both knew this was going to be far from the last time they made one another cum that day. And as on that weekday morning Kel began to fuck Mel harder and harder, drawing on the last dregs of reserves of passion and energy that he now had absolutely no reason to keep in store for anything else, his phone briefly illuminated with one final message from his boss. A terse, frustrated acceptance of the once rising star of the company's last message to him, after no-showing not just for their meeting that morning, but for the work day in its entirety, and acting like it was no big deal when his boss messaged him with obvious questions and frustrations.

'[i]I don't care. I quit.[/i]'

Except... it wasn't entirely true.

Kel still cared. He was still the same guy. Still someone who was determined to be the absolute best, to reach the pinnacle of what he set his mind to.

It was just that now, he had a very different goal in mind.

"Ohh, Kel... just like that! Fuck me! Fuck me!! Right there, yes! [i]Yes! [b]Yes!![/b][/i]"

He didn't care about work.

"I'm cumming! Ohhhhgod, Kel! I... I love you! I fucking l-lhh-hhaahhhhyesss! Yessss!"

He didn't care about being the youngest division manager, or the youngest branch manager, or the youngest CEO someday, any longer.

"Again, Mel. C'mon, I know you can do it. For me. Cum for me again, and then the two of us can cum [i]together[/i]."

Without ceasing his own rapid, forceful thrusting for even a second, Kel moaned to his girlfriend. To the woman of his dreams. He stared down into her flushed, panting, glassy eyed face. He drank in every whimper, every convulsion of her pussy, every sound and motion and texture of their time together, each one so unique and wonderful that he couldn't get enough. He couldn't ever, [i]ever[/i] get enough of her. Of them. Of this life they'd fallen into together, without any hope of, or wish to escape.

He wanted to spend the rest of his life making Melissa, his beautiful, incredible, big, sexy Mel, as happy as she could possibly be. One thrust. One kiss. One lick. One orgasm at a time. He wanted to give her everything that she had failed to find in her previously relationship and a thousand times more on top, and if that meant giving up his career, giving up everything else besides the same relaxed, disorganised, utterly sex-crazed life as the woman he loved?

"I'm doing it! Kel! Oohhhfuck, I'm... again, I'm cumming again!! Ohhhfuck, please! Please don't stop! Kel! My Kel, please don't ever, ever, [b]ever[/b] stop!"

The leopard shuddered. He gasped, and as his lover's screams and her pussy's tight convulsions teased and coaxed him over the edge far faster than he'd expected, his seed pouring into her gushing depths ribbon after thick, hot ribbon, he almost wanted to laugh.

He couldn't stop long enough to attend a meeting that held his entire professional career in the balance.

He couldn't stop long enough to take a shower, to clean his apartment, to perform what months prior he would have considered the most basic and necessary, almost instinctive day to day tasks.

He already knew he was going to ask that woman to marry him someday, probably some day quite soon. The only problem was... he didn't know how he'd ever be able to stop kissing her, holding her, [i]fucking[/i] her gorgeous, shrieking, squirting brains out for long enough to go and buy a ring to give her, never mind holding down a job long enough to actually afford one.

Like so many things though, it just didn't matter. He didn't have the answer. He didn't have a good, workable solution to that conundrum. But what he did have was the woman he loved still writhing beneath him. Panting. Whimpering. And as he pulled his softening cock out of her and began to shuffle and crawl down to press his face into her oozing, dripping pussy, feeling her hands on the back of his head and hearing her gurgle with the breathless, mindless desire for more, that was all he would ever need to keep on going, and going, and...

"A-ahh... again, a-already? Ohhh, Kel. Oh. Ohhh... ohhhhyes, eat me. Eat me, love. Ohhyess! Yes! Kel! Ohhh my sweet Kel! More! [i]More! Yes!![/i]"

By Jeeves