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A continuation from the first story: https://www.sofurry.com/view/2254990

I have no idea why this idea came up but it just did. I just hope it was fap worthy!

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Agent's problem - Second encounter

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There was an email ping. A ticket went through. The supervisor identified an issue related to a firewall update and a breach in settings. It meant immediate support and the only staff member available was Olsen. That's where it started, and this is where he is.

Walking down the stairs, approaching the basement door and the moment he opened it, the image of a naked cheetah was in sight. How did this come about? Olsen didn't know what was going on. One second, he received an order to come down here; the next, he saw an agent with his clothing stripped off.

Olsen walked in and closed the door. He stormed towards the man and hissed. “What are you doing?!"

“What does it look like?" Dash said as he hiked up both legs to expose his moist tail hole. “I've been playing with it for a while. Care to join me? All I've had was this thick dildo pushing inside me." He showed a formidable sex toy and slowly pushed it into his opening.

“You're an agent for crying out loud!" Olsen was flabbergasted at what he was watching. A man like him should be intimidating and strong enough to crush anything in his path but he's down on his back, ass spread out and enticing another man to fuck him. “What is someone else that came through that door?"

“You came through that door."

“Uh… Yes, I did but what if it was someone else?"

Dash chuckled. “I checked your schedule. You didn't have any ongoing tickets and I sent one as urgent."

“You checked?"

“Of course I did," the feline said with a smile. “You'd think I was stupid enough to get a random guy here? Besides, I saw the CCTV. You were walking to the basement. If it were someone else, I'd have packed up and got decent."

Olsen didn't know what else to say. The agent had thought it through before calling him and despite his lust, it irked him that it was true. “You're just riling me up."

“And I think I'm doing a fine job, if I do say so myself," Dash said and slowly fucked himself with the plastic toy. “Look at my hole, it's been a while."

“We fucked yesterday. The hell are you talking about?" The otter groaned.

Now Dash was irritated. “You question too much. If you're that concerned, I'll call it off and you can work on my laptop."

“Wait wait wait! D-Don't… I mean… I do appreciate it. It's really hot. Fuck, I mean you're hot. I've been thinking about it."

Dash wiggled his ass once more to entice the otter. “Then fuck me. Hard."

Olsen licked his lips and walked towards the horny feline. He dropped every single garment that he had and when he reached that ass, he was fully hard. His cock pulsed and was ready to fuck. Dash watched as that monster reached over to his tail opening and wanted him to shove it in without hesitation. However, the otter didn't want to hurt him and was considerate with the lube on hand.

He poured generously and lathered every meaty inch of his manhood. Dash pulled the toy off his hole and spread his ass wide, his hole was relaxed and ready to receive his present. The cock tip pushed against it and slowly popped in. All it took was the head and Dash was already writhing in pleasure.

His claws raked through the table. Thankfully, it was made of wood, else they'd be subjected to a shrieking metal claw. Dash ordered for more, to have more of his cock and when his wish was granted, he roared as loud as he could. The entire basement shook for a brief moment.

“So much better than the fake shit at home," Dash panted happily. “Start fucking, twink boy."

“You're such a disgrace…" Olsen started moving. “To think a man as big as you, a respectable agent… Now being drilled like a bitch in heat. How is that possible?"

“Nghh! Hah!! That's the spot…" The burly man rubbed his chest muscles while pinching his nipples. “Because I can. I know what men want. They always see a big man like me and think they'd be the top but not me. I love receiving a good cock. Better if it's attached to a handsome twink like you."

Olsen grunted as he picked up the pace. After what he had experienced yesterday, he doubted that he'd hurt the man. His hips began slapping as flesh meets flesh, gaining momentum and slowly turned into a good rhythm. Dash was getting fucked and it was something that he wanted. That itch in his hole was getting scratched and his prostate tingled with pleasure. Every hump of that otter cock sent him to high heaven and his shaft drooled pre all over his hard abs.

A finger ran down that valley of muscles and smeared pre all over, glistening his body for the otter to see. Olsen didn't want to tear his eyes off the man. Every movement was a symphony of muscle flexing and Dash kept it up. He knew that this was going to keep the man horny and wouldn't have it any other way. Meanwhile, he slapped his cock on his palm and moaned.

“Keep digging in."

“Can't believe I'm fucking a man your size twice in a row."

Dash grinned. “Believe it and if you're a good twink boy, I'd like you fuck me till I cum handsfree."

“Shit! That's even hotter!" That fuelled Olsen's determination and he rammed without a care.

The pounding had gotten far more intense and Dash couldn't think straight. All he knew was the fat cock going in and out of his ass and the pleasure that came along with it. The telltale signs of orgasm approached and he wanted to jerk off. However, when he tried to wrap his paw around it, the otter smacked away.

“No."

Dash growled. “Denying my orgasm?"

“You're cumming handsfree, like you said."

The cheetah didn't like what he heard but only for a second, because that anger turned to a smile. “Try me." He pushed both arms up to reveal his entire chest mass and even bounced the pair together. “Watch me. I know you love my muscles. Yeah?" He licked his bicep.

Olsen gritted his teeth and said nothing. He wanted to show who's boss and that man would be him. The cheetah may be the bottom but it seemed as if he was in charge. All he needed to do was order the man to fuck harder and Olsen would have complied. If he needed more, he would work on it. However, it was for both parties. The otter couldn't hold himself back. This all felt too good to let go and he wanted more.

The more he plunged into the man, the more he wanted to claim the cheetah. His eyes were locked in, watching the man enjoy himself, watching his muscles bounce and jiggle with each pump. The sight of his burly mass of muscle turned him on to the point that he had to stop fucking, else he'd cum too soon.

He took a large whiff of air and smelled the airy scent of man. “You smell so good."

“Glad you like it," Dash said. “I see you're about to cum. Too good?"

“Very good."

“Thanks for the compliment. I admit, I didn't know there was any guy here that could fuck me senseless."

“And now you know," Olsen inhaled and exhaled. “Now let's try this." He pushed his legs higher and slowly folded the feline.

“Hey! Whoa! Fuck! I know felines are flexible but I'm not one!" Dash yelped. Now, his cock was dangling right in front of his face and a strand of pre slowly drooled down his muzzle. There was something different about this position. “Shit. You're really taking over."

“I want more of your ass. This way, I can fuck deeper… Let gravity do all the work."

Who would have known that the innocent-looking otter was a master of sexual positions? The moment he slammed downwards, that feline ass swallowed his entire cock like it was nothing. He pulled out and pumped it back in, gave a small leap and buried it again and again. Dash threw his head back and growled lustfully.

“Shit! More!"

That's what the otter wanted to hear. He spread those legs apart, giving in more to that tunnel of love and fucked away. He's got nothing to lose but his cum and he would be glad to offer it all up to the cheetah. Dash was breathing in heavily with loud huffs and puffs, unable to jerk himself off but he didn't need to. With this new position, it pounded against his love nut like an endless barrage.

“Flex those muscles for me," Olsen ordered. He needed to take back the reins!

Dash did just that and started to tighten his muscles, showing off a double bicep pose. Olsen cursed under his breath and muttered how good he looked. Unfortunately, there's only so much he could do in this folded position. He massaged his large pectoral muscles slowly, fingers dragging along his shoulder and working their way to his hardened nipples, giving them a slight tug and moaned lustfully. The same applied for the other end and Olsen stared at him. His hips barely stopped moving as he fucked like a mad man.

In that time, it was enough to burn the passion that was inside the otter and he slammed much harder now, his cock had had enough and it was time to unload everything that was stored in his balls. He started huffing and puffing, eyes still on the cheetah and Dash knew that look.

“Keep it up…"

“Oh gawd… Oh shit… Oh fuck… Oh!! Oh!! You're clenching!"

“Fuck… Of course I am… When you keep fucking like that, it kept pushing me to the edge… I don't think I can hold back either." Dash said with his tongue out. His body trembled and quaked under each pump.

“I'm cumming…"

“Do it… Do it inside me… Just like you did yesterday. Fill me up…"

Those sexual words hit at the right spot because Olsen plunged one last time and lost it all. He slammed into the base and buried the hatchet like it had an invisible knot. Pump after pump of seed washed through the cheetah and Dash loved every second of it. The warm feeling sent shivers down his spine and knowing how well fucked he was, it triggered something in him and began cumming just the same. The only difference was him cumming handsfree.

His upper torso was splashed in white and he didn't care where he shot. Some even smeared across his muzzle and with his mouth wide open, he tasted his cum. This wasn't his first but somehow, it felt far more intense than what he had experienced before. Ropes of seed matted against his fur and all he could do was wallow in the pleasure.

It took more than a minute for both men to gain clarity. Dash was the first. “Better?"

Olsen blinked for a moment and blushed. “Much better."

“Now that you're done, could you unfold me? It's beginning to hurt my back."

“Sorry…" Olsen apologised and pried himself off.

As expected, cum drooled out from his hole. He looked the same as yesterday and if he could capture this moment, he would. He could never forget the sight of a herculean man standing at least several inches taller than him and muscles that he could only dream of being spread eagle like this. Meanwhile, his cock was dripping with pre and cum.

Dash stood up and cracked a few of his back bones. “Now that felt much better. Thanks for the fuck. I appreciate it."

“No problem," Olsen said as he stared at the soiled man. If he thought his muscled ass was good looking, the front was even better. Not to say that he wasn't before but with the added accessory of cum had him look even manlier. He may act and look like a slut during sex but no doubt, he was a man of all man when he was serious.

“I see you love my good looks and charm," Dash said while he rubbed his cum all over his supple body.

“Don't flatter yourself." Olsen blushed.

“Hey, look at me," the cheetah ordered. “Look and watch me."

The otter gritted his teeth and looked. When he saw the man curl his right bicep, he held his breath. Then, he traced cum all over his abs and down to his slowly softening cock, slowly stroking it as if trying to give it a second life. He didn't notice it till now that the cheetah had a cock worthy of being above average. Well, he wasn't as well-endowed as the otter but still, he was a man.

“I know you love it," Dash chuckled.

“You tease," Olsen said and in that moment, he smiled. “Okay. I admit. I'm glad that I'm called here. Having sex with you is the best."

“And don't you forget that."

“Oh, I won't. Don't worry about it," the otter took a few tissues and started to clean himself. “So, you said something about fixing your laptop?"

The cheetah blinked twice and snapped his finger. “Right! My laptop! The firewall breach. I couldn't access my files."

“So there is an emergency."

“Hey, well, yeah. There is."

“And you decided to have sex before we get to work," Olsen said.

“Mmhmm!" The cheetah nodded. “I figured, why not play now, work later. It's just the same thing. The job gets done eventually."

Olsen sighed and groaned. “A firewall breach is bad. Give me that!"

Soon, the otter was back to work on his laptop. Dash merely chuckled and tried to clean himself as best as he could. If only sex weren't so messy, he could do this all day.

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The loud tapping of the keyboard echoed in the basement. Olsen worked hard to retrieve the cheetah's files and it proved to be a difficult process. In the time that he fucked the man, a lot of the files were corrupted and it took all of his expertises to defrag them. Occasionally, he would berate the cheetah but most of the time, he stared at the shirtless man. Even after having sex, the handsome and burly male only had his pants on and nothing else.

Even then, he didn't clean his ass. It was leaking otter cum and he didn't mind it. To him, it was a prize for getting a twink to fuck his ass. Instead of cleaning up the files scattered around the floor, he sat there playing with his phone. The digital sound of gaming was a bit distracting, but not significant. At times, Olsen wondered what these agents did when they weren't assigned a case.

“I see you staring," Dash said.

“Can you blame me?" Olsen said.

The cheetah flicked his hair up and fondled his chest. “I guess not."

There was a sudden knock on the door and a deep voice rumbled from the other side. “Dash?"

“Fuck! Officer Grayson!" Dash stumbled to his feet and ran to unlock the door.

Once it opened, the large canine was greeted by a shirtless man and immediately frowned. “What?"

“Uh.. hehe… It's hot and stuffy in here."

The superior raised an eyebrow and walked in, surveying the place and saw the otter slowly tapping away at the keyboard. “I thought your laptop had been fixed. Why is he here?"

“T-There's another problem… You see…"

“A problem that you created, once the problem is solved?" Grayson growled.

“N-No! It was… Uh… It…"

“It was a breach in the firewall," Olsen interrupted. “Agent Dash made the right call to ask for immediate help and here I am. Yesterday was a different issue. Apparently, the laptop's firewall had expired and we didn't detect an anomaly until now."

The wolf stared down at him, trying to determine if he spoke the truth or was lying through his teeth. Doesn't matter; he had no problems as long as cybersecurity was resolved. “I came down here to talk to you about the case file of the missing car."

“You mean Mistress Danielle?"

The old wolf nodded. “Yes and I think our investigation team found a new clue. I need you to…" He stopped talking and sniffed the air. “What's that smell?"

That's when both otter and feline held their breath and looked at each other. This was a basement and their raunchy sex act created a hard musk of man sex in the air. Any acute canine could detect the scent and the massive wolf wasn't any different. He kept sniffing and walking around, trying to identify where the source was but after a minute, he frowned.

Thankfully, he couldn't find anything and proceeded to discuss the case with Dash. Meanwhile, Olsen kept to himself and made no sound. He didn't want to gain any extra attention, as it was. He should work on the issue as quickly as possible and leave.

“And that's the gist of it," Officer Grayson said. “Here are the files. Go through them and report back to me tomorrow."

“Understood, sir!" Dash responded.

Olsen expected the big man to leave but instead, he lingered around and requested to see the cheetah in a much secluded area. He watched as the pair walked away and was out of sight. Perhaps it was some sort of talk that he shouldn't be listening to. Working in this precinct, it was imperative that every detail be kept hush and in secret. To the otter, it didn't matter. All he wanted was to get out of here.

It took a few minutes and after a final punch of the 'enter' button, he leaned back and sighed. Finally, he managed to isolate the virus. He'd have to come back with a special device to fully exterminate the threat. For now, the laptop was in the safe.

He looked around and realised that neither of them had returned from their talk. It would be rude to leave off without saying anything. He got up from his chair and slowly walked towards the area he suspected they were in. When he caught up, he expected to see both of them talking but that didn't happen.

His eyes were presented with another sight that he could only dream of.

Officer Grayson was completely naked with his cock throbbing in mid-air. The size of this canine was far superior and the muscle mass put the cheetah to shame. Speaking of the feline, he, too, was in the same boat. He presented a hair cock that was leaking pre but wasn't even stroking it. Rather, he lowered himself to nibble and suckle on a pair of large nipples.

The big wolf had his chest puffed out, flexing and bouncing, all to enticing the cheetah further and it worked. Dash was in heaven. His lips pursed around his right nipple and nursed it like a baby would, while working on the other with his paw. It proved to be successful because Grayson was breathing hard and smiling in contentment.

He thoroughly enjoyed the attention, as his facial expression was any indication. Olsen didn't peg that the almighty boss of this precinct would be such a horny male to be doing such a thing like this in public. Even if he wanted sex, he thought that the canine would have done it behind closed doors. Now, however, it wasn't the case.

For a man his age, Grayson didn't look bad. In fact, he was pretty much a DILF all on his own. That slight grey stubble on his chin and silver hair, the officer was a man of class. The wolf slowly flexed his biceps and the size of them was far bigger than Dash's. He softly cooed at the feline beneath him and encouraged to nibble even harder. A soft and sharp moan came right after and there was evident of pre sliding down the tip of his cock.

“Easy there. My chest isn't going anywhere."

Dash slowly popped his lips off and gave a final lick to his nipple. “No, you're not. I hope not. Fuck, these are huge."

“Of course they are. I didn't raise them to be stuck behind my shirt all day long," Grayson said. “Besides, it's been a while since you've had these."

The feline blushed and nuzzled at the older man's neck. “You smell so good. Yeah, I missed that. You rile me up."

“Heh, thanks and I'm sorry for that."

“What for?"

“For leaving you like this. Work has been shit as of late."

“Eh, it's fine with me," Dash said.

“Though… That didn't give you the right to fuck that otter." Grayson growled softly.

The cheetah pulled himself for a second and whined. “You knew?"

“The air fucking smells of sex. You think I wouldn't know?"

That's true.

“Sorry…" Dash responded sheepishly.

“Not as sorry as you'll be," the wolf said. “So was he better than me?"

“Actually, he's pretty good. I think he's a good substitute for you."

“Is that so?" Now the wolf wasn't happy with his answer. “Do you prefer big guys like me or twinks like him?

That's a conundrum. To him, he loved both. He couldn't choose even if he wanted to. As he'd explained to the otter yesterday, he envied guys like him. The kind of build that he could only dream of, to have a slender body but at the same time, he loved the kind of muscles that men packed, especially when it was on older men like Officer Grayson. Grayson wasn't just a stud but a handsome one at that. Whenever he smiled, some would swoon over him. When he got angry and fierce, Dash's heart skipped a beat. His hard demeanour was a sign of a true man and he loved seeing that.

“I like both…. I really do. I can't choose." Dash replied.

“Heh, well… I can't blame you. When you're a natural slut, it's only fair that your body responded to it." Grayson said as a matter of fact.

“Hey, I'm not just a piece of meat," the feline said. “I have feelings, too."

The wolf took a stand by grabbing the man from behind and pushing him to face the wall. Now, he had no means of escape and the canine had the upper hand. “You are a piece of meat. You just offered up your ass to be fucked by the otter. I bet your inside is still fully lubed up."

As he said that, a finger prodded against the man's ass and as expected, there was evidence of lube and cum. This was obviously the work of the twink otter and Grayson stifled a guffaw. He was amused at how desperate the feline was to deny all of it but the truth was in his paw, literally.

Dash whined and slowly admitted to it. They fucked just an hour ago and he had no regrets. “Olsen fucks really good. He made me cum twice without touching myself. In my books, that's skill."

“Let me remind you that the first man that made you cum like that was me," Grayson licked the feline's ear and whispered. “I think it's time for our annual review."

“Fuck! Now?!" Dash said and looked around. “Olsen might hear us!"

“So? You were so god damn brave to get fucked by him without me around, is there a difference?"

He was right. If he dared to be fucked like this, he had no right to deny the man's pleasure. As if on cue, the man quickly shoved the tip of his engorged cock right into Dash's ass opening. The feline yelped and had to cover his mouth from making any more noise. There's so much going on behind there that he couldn't think straight and since he was fully opened up, there was no barrier.

Several more inches quickly slide in. The otter may have stretched him out with his gifted twink shaft but compared to his commanding officer, he beats him in terms of girth and length. Not only did the wolf slammed right through his love nut but also made his ass gape open. He pulled out and slowly pushed in, repeating the movement a few more times to fully embed himself into the feline, making it known who was in charge here.

Dash was in total euphoria. His ass is being ravaged for the second time and he loved it. Olsen was a good lay but Grayson was on a whole new level. The wolf slammed his body to the wall, keeping him in there and worked on his ass as much as he wanted to. His hips moved slowly at first but in a minute, he thrust quicker and soon, he adapted a rhythm of fucking that Dash loved the most.

That thick girth of a wolf cock was something that he had long forgotten. Men aplenty but Grayson was the only male who could make him feel delirious. Dash had his mouth wide open, tongue rolled out and was already drooling. His mind barely formed any thoughts and his body was in charge. Meanwhile, that feline cock of his bounced up and down as he was fucked, spraying pre all over and this was far more than usual.

Olsen watched from the shadows and he, too, thought the same. In the two days that he fucked the cheetah, Dash never showed that face before. When Grayson hit his love button, he moaned even louder. Each lustful grunt and cry echoed in the basement, his breathing was heavy and he demanded more. Unlike the otter, he demanded but not in this manner.

His eyes spoke volume, his voice whiny with pure lust, his body was a slut to be used and Grayson was the man for him. The wolf was in total control. Unlike the otter, he had doubts and allowed the feline to hold some sort of dominance but when it came to the master, he was nothing. At that moment, Olsen's self-confidence dropped. Perhaps he was a pity fuck or something that Dash found laying at the side of the road and decided to pick it up. Even if that's true, he couldn't deny that the sex was great.

Olsen continued to watch the event unfold. He'd never seen Officer Grayson in this light. The man was strict and unforgiving but now, he was the hottest thing a man could achieve. He fucked and pounded the feline like he was the last piece of meat on earth but at the same time, he savoured the feeling. He would stop for a brief moment to catch his breath and when he did, he kissed the feline passionately. Dash submitted his body to the larger male and accepted every hard thrust with open arms.

Dash muttered soft profanities to himself but Grayson heard it. He caught the man's muzzle and growled, snarling like a deranged animal.

“I'm more than just a good lay."

“Ah… Yes… You're more than… Just a good lay…" Dash suddenly smiled.

“Yeah and you better remember that. No other man can do what I do to you," Grayson gave a single hump and lodged himself in. “I will claim your ass again and again."

“S-Sir… The… Otter…"

“Shut up!" Grayson barked. “Stop thinking about that twink. Are you that obsessed with him? Aren't I better than him in every way possible?"

Dash whined like a sad kitten. “You are much better…"

“Then why do you keep bringing up his name?"

“I just… I don't want him to think bad about you. He's fucked me senseless but for you, he has respect."

“An astute observation but I don't think that's going to be a problem," Grayson said. Then he turned around and stared at the shelves behind him. He knew. He obviously knew that someone was watching. “He loves to watch."

“I know he does but - ah!"

His words were cut short when Grayson decided to resume fucking him. “I don't know if you know but he's a fucking pervert."

“Ah..! Ngh! I know… He is… but… Hah!!"

“A pervert who loves to watch… Watching me fuck his subordinates. Watching me dominate another man who's equally muscled as me. Oh, how I love that thought, don't you?"

Dash bit the bottom of his lips to hold himself back from crying out too loud. “Hah!! Y-Yes! Right there. That's the spot…! Ahh!!" He was in no way able to think properly but he tried. “He's not watching, is he?"

“Is he not? Do you think he's not?"

“Nhh! I don't… Know… Oh gawd. Why is your cock so huge!"

Grayson laughed boisterously. “Olsen! I see you there!"

The otter caught his breath and didn't dare to breathe. He had his cock out and stroked away as he watched the live porn that was presented to him on a silver platter. This was the last thing that he wanted, to be caught like this and he didn't know if the adrenaline was in control but he didn't move away. Instead, he returned to the slow strokes of his hard shaft.

“I can smell you. Your scent is distinctive and your sexual musk is overflowing the area, not just us." Officer Grayson continued.

Olsen didn't know what else to do but make himself known. The moment Dash saw the otter, his face went pale. “D-Did you hear everything?"

“Well… In a way, yes… I guess." He blushed.

“Look, that's not what I meant. You're a fucking good lay and I will admit that but Officer Grayson is on a whole different level - ah fuck!"

Dash's words were cut short when the wolf plunged his cock in, slowly seesawing that ass with his girthy cock. The feline's body trembled and could barely form words. Right now, he didn't care that the otter was looking at him like this but the very thought of being watched turned him on. Grayson didn't care. This isn't his first rodeo of being discovered while fucking like this.

“Your sweet otter is hard as a rock. Look at his cock." The wolf said.

The feline turned to look at the smaller male and he's right. Olsen sported a huge cock that pointed upwards like a flag pole. He wasn't just ready to fuck but to inseminate anything that moves. The otter slowly stroked his cock while the cheetah got railed by another bulkier male. He's so deep into it that he couldn't help himself.

Olsen stared as the feline's muscles bounced with each powerful thrust, his facial expression turned sensual and he whined like a bitch. Every attempt to make him cum had him wild with sexual frenzy. His voice slowly turned from a deep baritone to a higher note where a slut or a bitch would cry out when their holes were stuffed.

Each thrust was a step towards their orgasm and Grayson wasn't quiet with his demands. He wanted to fuck deeper, to ram in and to solidify his place in the cheetah's life, the man that will create havoc deep in his ass cavern. A vast amount of pre flooded his inside and the warm liquid wrapped around his manhood to fully lubricate his movements. The more he fucked, the harder it was to hide his powerful lust.

Grayson was sweating like crazy and he pulled the feline up, his chest fully on display as he groped them. The cheetah immediately reacted by flexing and tensing up his muscles. Once again, he whined in desperation. This isn't the first that they've done this but with the otter around, Dash felt far more exposed than before and this is with the fact that they'd just fucked not long ago.

“Olsen, look at him," Grayson said.

The otter gulped and stared at the submissive male. His face contorted to a point that he barely recognised that hard drive man. He couldn't believe how hot and enticing the man looked until now. When he fucked, he saw the wanton eyes of a man that needed cock but with Grayson, he was a man that needed more than just cock. Dash's whining got even louder when his body was sensually caressed and groped all over, just like a pervert.

“Can you imagine how good his body feels under your paw? Look at his muscles… Look at them bulge… Look at how exposed he is," Grayson growled with lust. Not once did he hold himself back, the fucking continued as he presented the feline like a used goods. “I know you fucked him good but I'm better. Perhaps you'd like to have some lessons?"

Olsen didn't know what to say. Everything was going way too fast. One second he was supposed to be down here fixing a laptop and the next second, he was jerking his cock while watching a pair of burly men fuck. He shouldn't be surprised at these two men fucking but the very fact that the one doing it was the big man in charge.

Grayson continued to grin at him. “Have you ever wondered what it feels like to be the bottom with this hunk of man? Ever thought how strong it feels underneath him?"

The otter gulped and could barely pry his eyes off the cheetah. It didn't help that Dash was making some exquisite noises that turned him on. “I-I've never thought of that. He's so big. I rarely bottom for others but for Dash, I might just go for it."

“Oh ho! What a magnificent thought," the wolf said. “A giver and a receiver, I love that in a man. Can't say I've not bottomed out for this sweet cheeks," he fondled against the cheetah's chest while the other groped around his bouncing cock. “He may have fucked me but I'm always the one in control."

“I didn't know…" Olsen said as his paw absentmindedly stroked away at his cock.

“And now you do. So tell me, little one, are you interested?"

The sparkle in his eyes said it all. Olsen slowly took the rest of his shirt off and lay on his back, hiked his legs up to show off that tight hole. “Yes, I am."

Grayson licked his lips and made sure that the cheetah was looking at him. “Look at that, a willing twink otter. What do you say?"

Dash wouldn't have expected this to happen. His eyes locked onto the otter, his desire rose significantly and he wanted the male. The way his body shimmied to get into a comfortable position, his slightly muscled body flexing and moving and most of all, that large cock slapped against his abs. The more he looked at him, the harder it was to ignore his wanton lust.

Grayson popped his cock off from that hole and pushed the cheetah forward. “Do you thing."

He didn't need to be told twice. Dash clamored towards the male and guided his slick cock into that opening. Olsen shuddered when the felt the tip of that cock head trying to open him up. Unfortunately, it wasn't going in easily and the otter yelped in pain. Grayson threw the bottle of lube over the feline's head.

“Think with your head and not your dick," he said. “This is like the Colton's case all over again. You fuck our suspect so hard that he passed out during interrogation."

“S-Sorry…" Dash whimpered. He poured a generous amount of lube all over his cock and slowly pushed his finger inside of the otter. Olsen reacted positively with a happy smile. His ass is going to get the action that he hadn't had before but the main thing was getting fucked by the feline. All of those encounters that he had could never come up to this level of exhilaration.

The cheetah slowly popped the head in once more and this time, he successfully pried it open. He shuddered and moaned softly. Finally, he was going to give the otter the meat he craved. “Relax… Man… Just… Stop clenching."

“Fuck! I am! You're just so big!" Olsen closed his eyes and tried to soften his body. His ass cavern was getting stretched out beyond believe because of that feline cock. It wasn't easy but when he pulled out and slowly pushed it back in, he created space and in the end, he took in more than what he was used to. “Just… So big!"

Dash didn't hold back. He was panting heavily with sweat dripping down his entire body. His muscles were visible to the naked eye and his fur was fully matted down. Everything felt like a blur because all he could think of was burying his cock inside of the man. Another push and that twink body swallowed several inches more. He pulled out and pushed back, pulled out and pushed, pulled and pushed, pulled and pushed.

Olsen arched his back and ended up taking in the entire thing. Dash had him down to the hilt and the moment it did, his entire body nearly shut down. Pleasure after pleasure coursed through him and he didn't know where to start. The tightness that wrapped around his cock was warm and perfect, his loins were on fire and he had to move, to stimulate his body to the realm of orgasm.

Dash's voice eventually got louder and louder, his huffing and puffing were deep and hard, his body was a sheen of sweat and the sex and manly musk combined into an elixir of passionate lust. The pressure build up as he fucked and when he stared at the meek otter, his heart skipped a beat. This was the kind of body that he wanted… Slender and muscled, lanky but still carried some weight. He watched as the man's cock bounced against his body, spouting pre all over. That was the cock that entered into him not too long ago and now, it was harder than metal.

“This is so good…" Olsen suddenly said.

“Yeah?" Dash panted. “So do I. I can fuck you all day long."

“Nghh! I hope… Ah… We have a repeat of this."

“You want more of me?"

“How could I not?" Olsen smiled with his tongue out, happy to have been given such an opportunity. “A big man like you above me, fucking me, giving me pleasure. Look at that huge body of yours. You're a god."

“I could say the same about you," Dash licked his sweaty lips. “Watching your body move… The kind that I can't have… A body that a cheetah like me should have but can't… I want this… I need this." Then, his fingers trailed along the slender body.

That act alone got the otter riled up. “Gawd…! Dash!"

“Take it all! Take it!"

The cheetah started pounding and increased his thrusting, slamming into the otter with resistance. Their unbridled lust was enough to make an entire room of men horny. Evidently, that man was Grayson. The wolf watched as these two fucked like rabbits and he wasn't happy that he was left out. All while they fucked, he stroked and smeared pre all over his thick shaft. He wasn't out of the action yet because when he got an ass, he'll fuck it till the end.

The moment Dash stopped ramming his cock to catch his breath, his golden ticket appeared. He grabbed the cheetah's hips and started grinding his leaking cock against that bubble ass. Dash grunted and looked behind. From where he stood, he knew what was about to happen. It was bad enough that he had forgotten about his commanding officer, and the only way to beg for forgiveness was to offer up his supple bottom.

“You know this is coming," the wolf growled deeply. “The meat in between two buns, how does that feel?"

Dash said nothing. He was afraid that he would pop off too soon. That dirty talk was enough to let him go. His deep, gravelly voice was just perfect. Well, that's to be replaced when his perfect cock drilled right into him. Since he was properly lubed up and fucked just mere minutes ago, his tail hole opened up willingly, an open invitation to fuck further. Grayson's cock found its home and quickly made its place.

“Ohh… Yes… Now that's the good stuff. Dash, your ass is always the best to fuck."

The cheetah whined. He barely holds himself back. Being fucked like this from behind while also buried inside another man; he was drowning in pleasure. Ecstasy after ecstasy washed into him and he didn't know if he should move. The mere thought of cumming too soon dreaded his mind but at the same time, his body had a mind of its own.

He started thrusting and picked up the pace, giving in to a good rhythm of fucking and getting fucked. Grayson didn't even need to move much. All he did was stay in place and ensured he was deep inside of him. The wolf cooed and encouraged the male to move quicker, telling him to fuck himself while he gave in to the otter. Meanwhile, Olsen felt the weight of these two men and for a brief moment, he thought he'd suffocate. However, Dash was kind enough to take the major brunt of the wolf's weight.

“Move faster, bitch." Grayson demanded.

“I-I can't! I might cum!"

“Weakling! If you're not going to do it, I will."

“S-S-Sir! Wait!! Ahh!!! Arghh!!" Dash started howling like a madman.

Officer Grayson's patience ran thin and he needed to give in to his orgasm. He didn't care if the lust-filled cheetah came first or if the twink otter did because right now, it was all about him. The man began pumping and slamming in, his sack slapping as flesh met flesh. Even better, Olsen felt the power being transferred all through the cheetah. Each powerful thrust was greeted with a whiny moan as Dash felt the pain and pleasure, his body wasn't able to hold on and it wouldn't take long for him to unload.

The wolf's muscles tightened around his leg, he gripped across the man's powerful body, hot breath rolled down the man's neck and ultimately, eager to claim the very thing that riled him up. Even through gritted teeth, Grayson was able to proclaim his pleasure from pure sexual lust, the feeling that made his cock throb and also fuelled his balls. His hoarse grunts were a powerful indication of orgasm because whenever he did, he would slam into the feline even quicker.

Dash was in a state of utmost bliss. His eyes rolled back and he didn't even care who he was fucking or what was fucking him. The otter beneath him was in the very same boat. Both men were in a frenzy with their paws clamoring around each other, both ass getting pounded and there was nothing but wild passion.

Olsen couldn't stand it any more and pulled the feline towards his muzzle where they kissed passionately. Their voices echoed into each other's mouth with cocks on the verge of cumming. Grayson helped to push them over by continuously slamming those thick thighs and hips into the cheetah.

With a final roar and bellow, Officer Grayson made his claim. “Cumming! CUMMING!"

“Sir!! Ahhh!!" Dash felt the sudden push as it hit his prostate and with that, he unleashed a load that was far stronger and potent than a few hours ago. It flooded the otter's inside without mercy and his body quaked with each passing spurt.

Grayson kept howling like a beast. For he, too, unloaded the seed that would inseminate any fertile female but this wasn't the case. Each time his cock pumped a load into the cheetah, an electrifying shock of pleasure coursed through him. He kept fucking, not caring how sensitive his cock felt or how much he had broken into the male underneath him.

Meanwhile, Olsen felt the hair trigger because Dash suddenly pushed forward. Just like the hulking wolf, he smashed deep into him and caused him to cum. The three-way was just too much but at the same time, he loved every second and minute of it. Powerful splashes of cum washed all over his face and body, matting his fur and combined with his sweat but not just his alone, but also with the feline.

The trio were in a state of utter bliss as no one moved, their bodies were trapped as they gave in to their cocks. As long as they were cumming, not one of them dared to lift a finger. It took a full minute for their orgasms to wane, with Grayson being the last. That's to be expected since the man hadn't cum yet but for the other two, it was a different story.

The canine grunted loudly and slowly pushed his body up, his muscles on full display as he flexed and made them taut. He looked at him and grinned, admiring his large frame. “Fuck that was good."

Dash didn't dare speak but his eyes were locked onto the otter. Eventually, their lips touched and this time, they kissed slowly. Grayson saw what was happening and chuckled. He didn't want to be in their way and gingerly pulled his cock out. The moment he did, he was presented with a gaping hole. It looked like a black hole and ready to take in another cock but knowing how well fucked he was, perhaps sloppy seconds would have to wait.

He sighed and patted at the cheetah's ass. “As good as this is, I'd better leave. I've been gone for a bit too long."

Dash pulled his lips off the otter and looked behind. “Sure… Sir… It's been a pleasure."

“Heh… A pleasure, I bet," he slapped at the feline's ass once more. “Look at that cum drooling out of your hole. I bet your otter twink boyfriend is going to love it."

The cheetah blushed. “Sir!"

“Whoa whoa! That's not what this is!" Olsen suddenly interrupted.

Grayson dismissed those claims. “I see what I see. These may be old but a wolf's instinct is never wrong."

The pair were lost for words. All they did was stare as the wolf dressed and cleaned himself up. Once he was fully clothed, he wiped the rest of his sweat and bid them farewell. The door opened up and once it closed, they were alone.

Olsen turned towards the feline. “Fuck he's so hot."

Dash blinked and then chuckled. “Yeah, he's a hot piece of man. You'll be surprised at how many agents he fucked or gets fucked."

“Seriously?"

The cheetah nodded. “So long it doesn't push off his or the rest of the agent's duties, he would grope and fuck their brains out. You should see him bottom. He's like a total beast. When he snarled and snapped at the top, he was vicious but at the same time, amazingly hot. He loved it rough and who could blame him?"

“Maybe one day I can have a turn at his ass," Olsen said.

“Heh, maybe," Dash said. “Alright. I think we're truly fucked. Let's get cleaned up."

Before he could move, the otter pulled him down and wrapped his legs around the man's thick body. “No, please stay."

That was an unusual request. Usually, the guys he hooked up with would be done for the day but being trapped here like this crossed differently in his heart. It was like a string had been pulled and he couldn't explain this feeling. “Why?"

The otter shrugged. “I just feel like it. Besides, your cock feels at home inside of me."

“You're just saying that."

“Hrm… Maybe I am… Hot stuff. What are you going to do about it? Arrest me?"

“Gawd that's so fucking cheesy," Dash stiffled a guffaw. “Did you practice that?"

“No but I thought it'd be romantic," that's when the otter turned red. “Don't you?"

The feline blinked twice and squinted his eyes. “You're tracking through dangerous territories here and I'm not joking."

“What if I am?

“Then there will be consequences."

“Then punish me, you big brute," Olsen said. “Or else I'd be the one punishing you."

“Oh my, oh my," the cheetah puts on a big smile. “The twink otter is going through a dominant phase and I like it."

Olsen puffs out his chest in confidence. “Try me."

As always, Dash wouldn't back down from a challenge. Once again, they indulge themselves in several more hours of sexual debauchery. Meanwhile, the laptop on the desk was left unattended, the problem continued to persist with no solution in sight.