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“I think you’re maybe overthinking it.” He told her.

It was his apartment, second floor, with a small balcony slash patio that overlooked an ugly parking lot. The mountain was relaxing after work, sitting on his couch while a coworker of his sat across from him in the worn-out moon chair he used for gaming.

She looked so small in the chair, a petite labrador sitting in the middle of an old fabric bowl, her body sagging deep into its grey dyed folds.

“I don’t think I am!” She argued back.

“Well, all your thinking has made things worse, hasn’t it?” He asked her.

She was suddenly and visibly frustrated, reaching up with both hands to adjust her short blonde hair. There was a moment of lingering silence from her as she stewed in the moon chair.

“So, like, if it’s TMI just say so, but how long exactly has it been since the last time you two did it?” He then asked.

The only reason his coworker was at his apartment instead of her own, was because she felt uncomfortable being in her own home right now. She’d already leaned on her circle of girlfriends and was feeling the frustration and burn of advice that was now apparently blowing up in her face.

Advice about her relationship with her live-in boyfriend.

She let out a big exasperated sigh, not making eye contact and instead looking around the room.

“Almost three months, something like that.” She replied after a bit.

He let out a soft grunt in reply, acknowledging her answer.

“I’d hate to be him right now.” He told her.

Then she got mad and shot him a glare.

“I don’t want that! All of this is so messed up, things were so much better at the start of the year! I want things to go back to that!” She confessed loudly, clapping her hands over her thighs.

“Then just do it, it’s just sex. You can just do things, Marianne.” He told her.

She laughed sarcastically.

“You don’t just do things, Kyle! I can’t just make myself want it.” She refuted him.

“Yeah, you can. You don’t even need to want it, just do it. Your job is the easiest part of it.” He told her right back.

While she was rolling her eyes like he didn’t know what he was talking about, he continued to sit on his couch wondering why he even let her stop by his place after work to detox. She just wanted to chill somewhere before going home and having to deal with her boyfriend.

All it sounded like was a woman overthinking a very easy problem to fix, especially since it’s just sex. Just have sex with your boyfriend! She’s the one with the hole, it’s not she has to worry about getting it up like a guy has to.

“I can’t just be intimate whenever I feel like it, I’m not a guy! I need to feel it, a kind of connection. I should want to be there, and I just… can’t force that to happen.” She told him with frustration.

“And is this your idea, or a bunch of stuff other people were telling you?” He asked her.

Just fucking suck your boyfriend’s dick, it’s not rocket science. Sex is just dominos all lined up on the floor, and you tip the first one over and the rest start falling. Life can in fact be very simple if you let it be.

“There’s so much you don’t get, being single.” She told him but didn’t answer his question.

“So, you’re saying you’ve got excuses to not sleep with your boyfriend?” He pressed.

“These aren’t excuses, these are realities. Whenever he initiates, I just can’t feel myself get interested in him. I shut off, I feel pressured.” She replied.

“And when was the last time he even bothered to try?” Kyle asked.

Marianne looked at him from across the room, with a look on her face that was one part sour and one part sad.

“I don’t remember. It’s been a while.” The lab told him.

He hummed in reply.

“Whatever you two are doing is clearly stupid, if you’ve not done anything in three months. Dead bedroom territory.” He told her bluntly.

The mountain lion watched her face, morphing through emotions, most of which were negative.

“I don’t want it to be this way! We were so happy, and now I don’t even want to be in the same room as him. Everything is so cold, he’s avoiding me most of time.” She vented.

“Well yeah, sounds like his girlfriend keeps rejecting him. I’d have broken up with you.” He told her.

“I don’t want to break up with him, that’s the problem! I want things to go back!” Marianne vented even louder.

“Then have sex with him!” He insisted.

“Oh my god!” She loudly cried, sagging into the moon chair and covering her face with her hands, hiding her frustration behind her fingers.

“Look, are you willing to hear me out on advice? Like my actual amateur therapy advice or are you just going to belly ache and vent in my living room while you avoid going home.” Kyle asked her.

He watched her, the big cat studying her body language as she seemed to be fighting with herself. Typical female bullshit of being overly emotional, drama queening all over the place. If you’ve got a busted lightbulb, you don’t need a sisterhood of traveling pants to know that you just swap out the old bulb with the new one. You can in fact just do things.

“You already told me to just have sex with him.” The canine finally replied.

“I’m being serious, I’ll tell you exactly what if I think you should do.” He insisted.

She huffed, then gestured at him with both hands.

“Go! Go ahead.” She told him.

“You gotta pretend like it’s a chore that you really don’t want to do.” He told, and she immediately interrupted him with mocking laughter.

“I don’t WANT intimacy with my boyfriend to be a chore I don’t want to do!” She told him angrily.

He put his hand up to shush her and waited for her to exhale sharply. Only when she quietly stared at him did he continue.

“When you have a chore to do that you really don’t want to do, your instinct is to ignore it. You make excuses to not do it, so it doesn’t get done. But, if you just make yourself start the chore, you’re not going to just stop halfway.” He tells her.

He then pointed at door to his hallway.

“If I don’t want to do a pile of laundry, but I force myself to start a load anyway, I’m not just going to load half the shit into the machine then walk away. Already got my hands dirty, can’t quit now. I’m going to finish loading the washer.” He continued.

She watched him with a look of irritation.

“So, what I am telling you to do with your boy, is that you need to just start something. Be the one to initiate, don’t wait for him to do it.” Kyle told her.

“He doesn’t want to do anything; he’s completely pulled away.” She replied, sounding depressed now.

“Yeah, because you kept pushing him away. We men are creatures of action. Wait until he’s sitting on the couch, and then just go to him and start sucking his dick.” He told her.

She laughed bitterly.

“That’s your advice, that I should just give him a blowjob? How does that help me, it sounds like that only helps him!” She asked.

“No, you’re not listening. It’s a chore, but it’s a chore that once you start it you don’t just quit in the middle. If you start sucking his dick, and not some little meh blowjob, but actually treat it like a chore that needs doing, I promise you that you’ll get turned on and want to fuck him.” Kyle told her.

She stared at him.

“Just DO things, huh?” She asked him.

“You can just do things, Marianne. I’m not jerking your leg, if you just make the move yourself, you’ll want it.” He repeated.

“That’s not how female arousal works at all.” She told him matter of factly.

“That what your girlfriends told you? Or some feminist blog?” He asked.

She got mad at him for that.

“There is so much more to how a woman’s body and mind work than just putting something inside something else! We need emotional connection, and that takes time to build! I can’t make that connection by just giving him a blowjob, Kyle!” She argued back.

“Well, you’ve had three months to build an emotional connection and how’s that worked out?” He asked.

The labrador went silent, sulking in the chair until he could see that her eyes looked wet.

“If you’ve tried all this other advice and it’s gotten three months of a dead bedroom, and a dying relationship, I don’t see how giving your man head would make it worse.” He told her.

“I don’t think I work that way. I haven’t felt like doing anything sexual in so long.” She told him quietly.

Now she was very depressed.

“You’d be surprised at how horny you can get when you actually let things start. It’s what gets people into so much trouble when they go out drinking or partying. You get shoulder to shoulder with someone and one thing leads to another and suddenly someone is getting their dick sucked.” He replied.

She laughed.

“Were not talking about a bar, or a party, Kyle. I want to fix my relationship!” She said.

“And I’m telling you, if you just take my advice, I think one thing will lead to another and maybe you’ll finally get laid for the first time for three or whatever months.” He told her.

This was all so stupid. Marianne was a very cute labrador retriever. A light golden fur coat of fur, pretty blonde hair she kept trimmed at a medium length. She was this cute looker, more petite than the mountain lion preferred for a woman but didn’t mean he couldn’t dismiss her as a catch. Her boyfriend had scored a pretty girl.

Kyle didn’t know her boyfriend, just heard things about him. He sounded alright, so this was all the more stupid. Just a chick doing dumb chick things until she self-sabotaged her own relationship.

“But what if it doesn’t? What if I try and it doesn’t work? I’m already in therapy; do I try to get him to come to therapy with me? Do we just end it?” She lamented.

“Don’t worry about that. If my truck’s engine light turns on, I can’t ignore it. I fucking take it to the shop, don’t worry about how much it’ll cost. You can’t ignore the bullshit on your plate just because you don’t like that it’s there.” He told her.

She sighed.

“It wont work.” She told him after a moment.

“Why?” He asked.

“Because it wont!” She shouted, then went quiet with embarrassment.

“Sounds like bullshit to me. Either you want to fix it, or you don’t and I’m not telling you to do anything hard. You’re just cooking up excuses.” He pressed.

She laughed, but not a pleasant one. The lab was rubbing her face in her hands.

“I’ve never initiated anything, Kyle! I don’t know how to do that.” She told him.

He took his turn to laugh.

“Well, I think you need to learn. I promise you if you just DO it, then you will get horny. You’ll find that silly connection you’re looking for and suddenly you’ll want to drop your panties for your boy.” He spoke crassly to her.

She didn’t reply at first.

“A very male thing to say. Like you’re just not understanding how women think.” She countered.

“Is that another excuse to dismiss my advice?” He asked her.

She huffed but didn’t say anything.

“Look, I would bet money on this. Cash on the table that you will want to have sex if you just initiated and took it serious. Any girl can, literally any chick with a pulse can go to a bar and just chat a guy up and make things happen if she actually tried. You don’t know how easy you got it compared to us guys that have to work for every scrap of attention and affection we ever get.” He told her.

She was looking more offended now at the insinuation that men might have it harder.

“It is not that easy for women!” She told him.

“Uh huh.” He replied.

“You aren’t a woman; your brain is different. What you think will work might work for YOU, but that doesn’t mean it’ll translate to ME.” She doubled down.

It was his turn to sigh, feeling exasperated himself. Marianne was a bucket of reasons for why she shouldn’t just do something she wants to do. Solution is right there, just do it!

“This honestly just sounds like your afraid of putting in the work.” He replied.

She didn’t have anything immediate to say. The moment lingered a little too long until Kyle felt like he needed to break the silence with something.

“Look, I know you’re afraid it won’t work. You think if it doesn’t work it’ll mean your relationship is dead. Is that it? You don’t want to blow it all up by following my advice?” He asked.

“I don’t think you’re going to blow it all up.” She replied.

“Not ME, but the advice, that if you just pull his dick out of his pants that it’ll all come undone? Right?” He asked.

She huffed uncomfortably.

“I don’t know what will happen.” She admitted.

“Well, I think I know what will happen. I think if you just started, just a simple blowjob, you will find that connection you’re looking for and you’re going to end up having sex with him finally.” He repeated himself again.

When she again had nothing to say in reply, he got more frustrated, visibly so. He sat himself upright on the couch and stared at her hard.

“Look, seriously listen. I may be single, but I’m no virgin. I’ve got experience. From my point of view, I have seen women get in the mood. I don’t care what mood she was in at the start of the evening, but I watched their mood change. I promise you that your mood will change if you gave it a shot.” He told her firmly.

He didn’t stop though, he kept going, partly because he was serious and partly because she’d been at his apartment for almost an hour now trying to kill time. At some point a girl has to put up or shut up instead of avoiding the problem.

“Honestly, you’re just being intentionally difficult.” He finished.

“I am not being difficult!” She quickly countered.

He stood up from the couch, and as his heart began to rapidly beat in his chest, he approached her. Still seated in the deep bowl of the moon chair, she watched him approach.

Kyle stopped, the mountain lion looking down at her now.

“Giving you two options, since you’ve been here for like an hour.” He told her.

“First option is you can go home and do whatever you want to do with your boyfriend. Just leave me out of it. But if you’re going to continue to sit here in my apartment then you’re going to let me prove my point.” He finished.

She looked up at him sheepishly, now looking visibly uncomfortable in the chair.

“I don’t know what you mean.” She told him quietly.

“Suck my dick and find out.” He told her bluntly.

HR be damned, she was a cute labrador in his apartment complaining about not getting any dick in three months. If she was going to stay here and complain about how she can’t get laid and reject all the advice he was giving her to fix it, then he could just fix it himself.

The labrador to her credit stared up at him with both wide eyes and a grimace.

“Kyle, that is… That is not ok. I have a boyfriend, and we’re coworkers.” She started strong, but her voice ended in a nervous stammer.

“Then leave and figure out your relationship problem yourself or outsource it again to the sisterhood of girlfriends.” He told her but didn’t move.

The mountain lion was standing right in front of her, two or three feet tops between his crotch and her head. The labrador was sagging back into the moon chair, her eyes unwilling to make contact with his, traveling elsewhere to find anything else to look at. The whole time her mouth was opening to speak, but she was at a loss of what to say.

“I… Should leave.” She finally said.

He took a big step back, opening up a clear path from her chair to the front door.

When she didn’t immediately stand, he took another step back, making an even bigger gap for her to walk through, even threw out a hand to gesture the way to go.

“Doors right there.” He told her.

She looked stupefied suddenly.

“Is that what you do with your boyfriend? He asked you for something and you just sit there looking dumb while he waits on you?” He asked.

She started to get angry at the accusation but could only muster a glare.

“Yeah, probably.” He told her, then stepped back in front of her.

“Suck my dick.” He told her again.

She glared up at him harder now.

“Kyle, this isn’t like you.” She told him.

“You’ve only sat across from my cubicle for the last two years. You don’t know what I’m like in bed.” He countered.

She broke eye contact, visibly blushing and looking very nervous. He’d have said she looked genuinely uncomfortable, but her eyes dropped to his crotch and that was the give away. Kyle was a strong willed, confident man when it came to women he was with. He wasn’t treating her any differently right now that past women he’d been with who had a sour mood or playing way too coy.

Moods change whenever you apply the right effort.

“You can tell me you want to leave, and I’ll step aside and let you leave.” He told her then.

“Or you’re going to sit there and suck my dick, and at some point while your sucking, you’re going to get horny. When you do, you’re going to take your clothes off for me and we’re going to have sex. If that doesn’t prove my advice works, then just break up with your boy and go back to the dating apps for a new one.” He told her firmly, locking his eyes on hers even if she wasn’t willing to return the gaze.

There was a long period of silence with her looking sheepishly at the floor, then at his legs, up to his crotch. His heart was pounding for a variety of reasons, but he felt very confident he knew where he’d be in next ten minutes or so.

“W-we’re coworkers.” She whispered.

“So? It’s not like we’re going to send Stewie a progress report on how much of my dick you sucked this quarter.” He sharply countered.

Her face was now a bright, furious red under her golden fur.

She then mouthed out something so softly he couldn’t hear it, but he was decent enough at reading lips that he figured out what she’d tried to say.

“Just tell him you worked late and rush hour traffic was bad. You’ll be fine.” He answered her.

She was now staring at his crotch.

He was still dressed in what he’d worn to work, so he gave her some help. Slipping a hand up to his waistband he found and undid the button to his jeans. The labrador was nervously fidgeting, looking from his crotch and over in the direction of the door. With the same hand he found the tab of his zipper and started drawing it down.

Pounding, his heart was beating fiercely. He’d slept with a lot of women, but he had to admit this was pretty bold of him right now. Grabbing a handful of his polo, he pulled it up, drawing the fabric out from within his jeans, untucking himself until his shirt was all the way out and hanging loose around his waist.

“I have a boyfriend.” She whispered, back to staring at his crotch.

“Not for long if you don’t get your shit together. Out the door or suck my dick.” He doubled down.

Whatever loyalty she had to her relationship was being tested, and she was losing. Suddenly, she seemed to snap. All at once she had this manic energy, probably because her nerves were exploding with several different kinds of panic. Cracking under pressure, Marianne looked up at him, her eyes wide, furtive.

“You promise this will work? That this works? I just do it?” She began to stammer.

“Just do it.” He told her.

She was back to staring at his crotch, stuck at the crossroad between slowly killing her relationship or quickly fixing it with infidelity. He almost laughed at that, stupid as hell. Like telling a lie to speak the truth.

“Suck it. Faster you start the faster we can get laid.” He told her.

First, one of her hands lifted to his waist, his cock now finally beginning to stir in his underwear. Second hand lifted, now both were touching the bottom of his polo. As she lifted it, exposing his jeans and their unsnapped button and open fly, her eyes were bouncing up and down.

She’d be looking at his crotch, then up at his face, back down. Her fingers reached inside his waistband, grabbing the top of his jeans and started to tug them down. His pants were loose enough so that she didn’t need any help, she worked them down his toned legs on her own.

Her nervous energy felt explosive, he could feel it through her every touch. It was in her hands, her fingers now brushing against his fur as she reached into the top of his underwear to pull them down.

When she pulled the front of his underwear down, he felt the air brush against his cock. Her energy was shifting, frozen still as she stared at his now exposed nethers.

She didn’t even need to touch him; he was growing on his own. His cock was pumping blood, rising through the air and swelling every second. Little by little his staff grew to its full size while the labrador watched with a gawking gaze. Her eyes wide like saucers, clearly not having expected him to be so well endowed.

Most women didn’t, he was a bit of a grower not a shower, so chicks tended to find out too little too late that they were about to get stuffed to the gills.

Finally, she broke her gaze from his cock, almost like she had to fight a war to pull her eyes away. Looking up at him, it was almost a pleading expression.

She shook her head quietly.

“You’re big.” She whispered.

He was rock fucking hard now, a thick pillar of mountain lion dick jutting out from his hips and aiming right at her. The labrador was looking at it again, almost afraid. It was such a turn on when women had to stare his cock down and take a few moments to psyche themselves up for a big dick. It really stroked his ego to discover he was about to become a woman’s ‘hung guy’ story in the next group chat.

Although he doubted she’d be bragging about today in the group chat with her sisterhood of dumb women that don’t know how to have sex with a man.

“I know, but that don’t mean it’ll suck itself.” He replied.

She started to say something, opening her mouth to speak but she hesitated. Looking up at him, then back to his pillar of a dick, back to him, back to his dick. Finally, she was about to say something but instead of speaking she just sat up in the moon chair and leaned forward.

For the first time his eyes went wide as her mouth fell onto his cock. He slipped inside, his tip gliding over her soft tongue. Enveloped by the warmth of her mouth, he let out a satisfied sigh.

The cute labrador he’d sat across from for the last two years was finally sucking his dick. He’d never made a move on her before, she’d had a boyfriend and he was trying to keep it professional. Maybe this was two years of good karma paying off.

Then she gagged, having pushed too much of his dick in her mouth. She was struggling to take him, but she was trying. Her eyes were screwed shut, one hand on his side while the other wrapped around his shaft to hold him still.

Marianne obviously knew how to suck a dick; she just didn’t know how to suck this particular dick. Her boyfriend must have been a smaller guy.

Kyle played by the rules, unspoken rules, but rules nonetheless. He let her do the work. Technically he’d been the one to initiate, but she was the one to start sucking his cock, so he let her work. He honestly had no idea if she would get horny from this, but if she was like any other girl he’d slept with, she’d be unable to turn down the chance to get her guts rearranged.

She kept struggling to blow him, managing to only fit about a third of his dick down her muzzle comfortably. He was both too long and too thick for her level of experience. Her tongue game was great though, that part she knew, soft and wet. That first third of his dick was getting taken care of, as best as she could.

After about a minute more of her struggling, she popped off his dick with a gasp. She looked up at him, then back down at his cock. The first third was glistening with her spit.

“You’re really big.” She whined.

“Obviously.” He told her, hooking both his thumbs into the beltloops at either side of his jeans.

Looking almost distraught she started kissing the side of his shaft, then licked him. He watched as she dragged her tongue across the side of his cock until she stopped and looked up at him.

“Do I, do I have to sleep with you?” She asked him.

No?

“You’re really big, Kyle.” She whined again.

Oh.

“I’ll make it fit, you’ll be fine.” He told her.

Her mood suddenly changed, her pitiful distraught look giving way to her previous nervous energy. It was like he’d just reached down and flipped a switch, outing herself as the type of girl that responds well to just being told things.

Leaning away from him, letting his dick go, she reached for the bottom of her blouse. Kyle took a step back, letting her pull her top over her head, revealing the cute white bra underneath. She sheepishly began to stand, and he gave her space. Up she went, quickly unsnapping the little button at the front of her pants, then unzipping.

Off went the pants, then the bra, panties down her legs. When she was done, now standing naked in the middle of his living room, he openly eyed her up and down until she lifted her arms to cover her chest. She still had a tiny bit of modesty left.

“Turn around.” He told her.

She turned around, revealing that she was cute from this angle, too.

Kyle stepped up behind her, his thick cock poking her in the back. She sucked in a breath as he wrapped both arms around her. His right hand went low; his left went high.

Catching her chin in his left hand he held her head still as he dipped his own over her shoulder so that they were cheek to cheek.

“I told you you’d get horny.” He told her.

His right hand reached her crotch, and he boldly grabbed her by the pussy. She gasped, squirmed against him, but he could feel how wet her pussy had become.

“I’m going to fuck you stupid.” He told her, holding her chin tightly.

She whined.

“Going to make my dick fit, fuck the hell out of you.” He continued.

It felt like she was starting to have a panic attack. She was nervously squirming, panting hard and fast. He twisted his head, put his lips right up to her ear.

“I’m going to fuck a load of cum deep in your pussy, make you scream my name.” He whispered into her ear.

“Kyle!” She whined pitifully.

He moved quickly after that, fully enthralled by the moment, and fully confident that he and Marianne were right where they needed to be. It took all of thirty seconds for him to physically lift her off her feet and carry her to the couch. It happened so fast that she probably wasn’t even aware she was laying on her back until Kyle was on top of her.

The couch had plenty of room, easy enough to sleep on if you were too broke to afford a mattress.

The petite dog was flexible, easily manhandled, and she was now fully submissive. Nothing he did earned a protest. If he wanted to lift one of her legs, she allowed it, if he wanted to drop his fat cock over her belly she just looked down and stared at it with wide eyes.

She didn’t even ask for a condom, not that she probably needed one. He probably should have asked, but he was too far along to stop.

The moment he lined the tip of his dick with her cunt; she lit up like a Christmas tree. Suddenly, her submission exploded into eager energy, her hands grabbing at his chest as he loomed over her small body.

“W-wait!” She told him, her body freezing stiff as he pushed forward.

But too late, he wasn’t going to stop.

As he sank into her pussy, he groaned loudly. She was very fucking tight, a hell of a grip. He’d told her he’d make it fit, and he was! He kept sinking cock down into her well lubricated tunnel, and Marianne just whined and squirming, almost clawing at his chest.

“Big!” She finally protested, pushing at his chest weakly.

“Tight!” He growled down at her.

The sound of his growl stifled her protest, and he kept sinking deeper. He watched her face, the grimace of discomfort as he stretched her tunnel out more and more, but he began to smile as that grimace failed to reach her eyes.

Her eyes were fluttering, rolling up so high they were almost vanishing underneath her eyelids. That grimace was a farce, a melodramatic feminine display.

Kyle looked down and saw he was past the halfway point of his dick. She may have been petite, but she was still a dog. They were built to take knots, and knot can be pretty fucking big! Surely a girl like her can stomach a bit of feline perfection.

When he looked back up the face that was looking back at him was smiling. Sure, it still looked like she was uncomfortable, but that switch had been flipped. She wanted it. Her eyes were locking onto his, and he took a gamble. He gambled that if he just crammed it in, it’d be alright.

You can just do things.

So, he gave her a thrust, and he forcibly sank the rest of his cock inside of her canine socket. She shouted, eyes bulging wide open, her back arching, hands clawing his back. He almost thought his gamble had backfired, but then she stuck her one leg out and tried to leg lock him, her hands shooting up to find his shoulders, clinging to him.

“Said I’d make it fit.” He grunted down at her, his dick fully sheathed up in her pussy.

She whined in reply, eyes fluttering again, still squirming.

So, he started fucking her. Nice solid, heavy strokes. The springs underneath the couch cushions were squeaking, the mountain lion putting the suspension through its paces as he rhythmically worked Marianne over inside and out.

She was moaning now, grunting every time he sank himself to the hilt. The labrador was his, fully submitted and permissive of his every thrust and stroke. He kissed her, and she kissed him back. That was the sign, he didn’t need to be fancy or skillful with his words anymore.

He just fucked her on the couch, hunched over her, pulling her legs up. She wrapped them around his back, groped his arms and chest with her hands. The sound of squeaking springs set the tempo of his thrusts as he dug his dick as deep into her as it would go.

Balls deep, his nuts slapping the back of her ass with noisy slaps of wet fur on fur.

A short while later she exploded. Whether it was because she’d been dry for three months, or because he was just that good, he didn’t know.

But she shouted, whole body shaking underneath them. Her blunted fingernails tried their best to dig through his fur, but she was harmless. Harmless and squealing as she shuddered under him, cunt gripping him tighter and hotter.

He stopped fucking her and began to lift himself off of her and the couch. Dragging her up with him, perching her on his dick, he carried her out of the living room with one hand under her rump and the other behind her neck.

When he reached his bed, he lifted her clean off his cock. The wet slurp was loud, and then he dropped her onto the bed.

She looked winded, but the labrador was already pulling herself up onto her elbows, watching him and staring at the dick that had just popped her cork. Didn’t even need to tell her to spread her legs.

He yanked her butt to the edge of the mattress and wrapped a free hand behind her neck and caught her in a tight grip. She yelped in surprise at his grip, but she was his, completely. Legs spread wide like she was trying to do the splits, she was on offer.

That drenched pussy was dripping, and he lined himself up with her slit again and pressed inside.

Marianne groaned happily, the mountain line watching her face as her eyes rolled back and fluttered again. She must have been a born sucker for big dick if this is how she acts.

Once he was back inside her, balls deep, he pulled her head close and kissed her.

She was a really good kisser, and when he started fucking her, it didn’t stop her from grabbing him by the neck to keep him near. They kept kissing, mashing their muzzles together noisily as his cock continued to pump a clear slurry of pre into her tunnel. She was now so thoroughly lubed up that even with a dick as big as his own, his was sliding in and out of her like a piston.

Marianne was an absolutely crazy lay, flexible, tight cunt that knew how to stretch, and easy to please.

She wasn’t demanding anything of him, was just an eager and willing participant that was happy she was finally getting some good dick.

Kyle broke the kiss and let go of her neck. With both hands he grabbed her by the hips and started jackhammering her cunt.

With everything he had he fucked her, the bed was shaking back and forth, and the labrador was shouting. She’d collapsed backwards, her perky lil tits shaking violently as he pounded her faster than she’d probably ever been fucked before.

His own climax was looming on the not so distant horizon, but she was already having her second. When she came, she howled, reaching up and grabbing herself by the hair, eyes bulging wide, her mouth hanging open. As he watched her shudder and convulse, he couldn’t deny the swell of his own ego.

This felt good, felt incredible. Sex was all well and good, but when you can fuck a memory into a girl that she’ll never forget, you just don’t walk away from that without feeling like a champion.

“Fuck, Kyle!” She finally spoke real words, her body still shaking, from both her orgasm and his nonstop battering of her pussy.

He felt a sudden lance of pleasure race up his spine, a pressure building up behind his groin. It was coming, not too long now.

Kyle let go of her hips with one hand and snatched her by the top of her hair. With a big handful of blonde, he tugged her up. She didn’t care, no protest. She must have thought he was going to kiss her again, because she was making that face.

But no, that’s not what this was about.

He kept tugging until her face was aimed down at where his cock met her pussy, a front row seat to her own penetration. The mountain lion was now struggling, fucking her as hard and fast as he could for his own pleasure, to rocket off a load inside her cunt and finish the job.

“Gonna cum!” He growled, nearly snarled it.

“Oh!” She shouted.

Marianne was all for it, totally into being drilled into a coma. Kyle watched her reach with her own two hands grab herself behind her knees. She held her legs open for him, offering herself up like a sexual sacrifice to some carnal god of sin.

He felt it coming, it was rising up. He was breathing hard through his nose, keeping an iron grip on her hip and her hair.

The labrador was two orgasms in and now ecstatically watching as his cock split her lil pussy in two.

“Do it!” She told him, a marvelously happy and excited voice.

“Cum in me!” She shouted, and that sent energy through his body.

Not even popping her cork, just fully committed to him dump his nut in her.

When he finally came, he shut his eyes and let the pleasure roll across his body like a wave. One pulse, then a second, a third rolling into the fourth.

“Yes!” She squealed.

Growling, he slowed his thrusts down and slammed his cock into her at the same pace that his dick was unloading. A steady thick rhythm of seed, pumped into her one thick rope at a time.

“Kyle!” She shouted his name.

She kept encouraging him, so eager and horny to get creampied that Kyle lost track of how many times he felt his dick twitch in her cunt. All he counted were the times she’d told him to keep going, to keep cumming in her.

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Kyle finished pouring out a bottle of water into the Keurig’s reservoir. He just wanted to make another cup of coffee but someone else in the office lacked the decency to refill the machine with water. As he fished out a K pod from the rotating rack of coffee flavors, footsteps entered the break room from behind him.

He turned looked, saw it was Julie from… Accounting? Everyone in that part of the office was accounting, so that’s probably what she did.

Either way, he smiled and gave her a nod, and she smiled back. She grabbed a handful of peppermints from the community candy jar and left.

He returned to his coffee, mashing the buttons at the top and began to wait for it to brew. The hot stream of water began to pour out clear, and he stared at it until the stream turned into a rich dark brown. The scent of coffee hit his nose, and he suddenly felt so much better.

“Hey!” A woman surprised him.

He’d almost jumped, but he controlled himself.

Kyle turned towards the source of the voice and found Marianne standing there. She was wearing a cute skirt today and a frilly blouse. Very feminine.

“Hey.” He replied.

It had been… Not quite two weeks since he’d fucked her brains out. The post nut clarity on that one had hit him like a brick to the temple. He’d basically pressured his coworker into sleeping with him. Exactly how deep in shit can you go when you yourself are in the middle of a sexual dry spell with a hot girl in your apartment?

But to Marianne’s credit she seemed to have taken it really well. Well enough that the next day at work she’d acted completely normal, except for her being unable to speak to him for longer than a minute at a time. She struggled to make eye contact, and she seemed to blush in his presence.

He’d really fucked the hell out of her.

“You doing ok?” She asked him.

He watched her, shrugged, then nodded.

“Yeah, I’d say so.” He told her.

“You?” He asked.

She watched him carefully for a moment, looking him in the eyes now. It was a brand new week, and they’d each had several days to collect themselves. They didn’t interact with each other much at work, as their job roles didn’t overlap on anything. They were like work acquaintances that had cubicles right next to each other.

Marianne nodded and smiled up at him. The labrador actually seemed really cheerful.

“I tried your advice. He seemed suspicious, but it worked. I’m sorry I gave you such a hard time when you were just trying to help.” She told him.

His eyes lit up, now surprised.

“Oh, awesome. Glad to hear it, I really am.” He replied.

Ok, so that was cool. Of course, he knew it was good advice, so he wasn’t surprised it worked. He was just surprised she’d actually done it. Felt nice to get the confirmation.

She beamed up at him, then softened her expression.

“Thank you.” The labrador told him.

He smiled back, nodded.

“You’re welcome.” He told her, and he did mean it.

The Keurig stopped sputtering, dragging his attention away from the labrador and back to the machine. He lifted the lid and pulled out the spent coffee pod and carefully aimed and tossed it over into the waste bin. When he turned back around to flip the lid shut, Marianne was still there waiting for him.

But now she’d lifted her hand and was offering him a small, folded piece of paper.

He furled his brow at the paper, then looked up at her. She was blushing.

Carefully, he took the slip and paper and as soon as it was in his possession she spun on her heel and left the break room. It left him a little bewildered. Looking down at the paper, it was thick. Folded at least twice to hide its contents.

He picked up his coffee cup and started walking back to his cubicle. He passed by several others, then passed by Marianne’s cubicle. She had her back turned to him, looking like she was back to her business.

Stepping into his cubicle he sat down, leaning back in his chair. After taking a careful sip of coffee, he sat the cup down and started to unfold the piece of paper.

Inside was a handwritten note, although a short one.

He read it a few times over, then twisted his chair around to look over at her cubicle. He could see half of her from where he sat, and she was still trying to focus on her work, likely nervous over the note he was now holding.

He stood back up and carefully walked over to her cubicle. Everyone was working, hardly paying anyone else any attention since everyone sat with the backs to the walk space.

Marianne jumped when he leaned down next to her.

He looked at her; made sure she was looking back at him.

Kyle smiled and let the moment linger just long enough to make the labrador start blushing harder.

“Sure. But you could have just texted me.” He told her.

She blushed even harder, then started mouthing out something to him silently. He smiled broadly and nodded, then patted her on the shoulder before leaving her cubicle to return to his own.

So, she was afraid of leaving evidence on her phone, but passing a physical note like a schoolgirl was a-ok. Alright. Either way, didn’t matter. Apparently, Marianne now had a new therapist and didn’t want to tell her boyfriend about the change. She would be meeting with the new guy every Wednesday for 2 hours, at Kyle’s apartment.