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Finally. I had a night to my damned self. They say that you should work hard and play hard, but I found that it was difficult to find time for play with how much time I spent at the office.

On Friday morning I could hardly contain myself; I was so excited to have some fun. I tried to work on the spreadsheets, I really did, but the numbers didn't mean anything. I looked over my shoulder at my boss' door; it was closed. I quickly opened up an incognito window and typed in local lesbian club.

On the surface, I thought, It might be nice to meet some friends. But I really wanted to take someone home. It had been so long since I'd felt someone's skin touch mine...

Behind me, the doorknob jiggled, and I minimized the window with my heart in my mouth. How unprofessional!

Mr. Jacobson walked out, peeking at my computer screen like he normally did. He was a tall spotted hyena, taller than me, which was saying something, since I was a maned wolf. He was well-groomed and well-dressed, with short hair and a navy suit. He was extremely sharp. I respected him very much and I enjoyed being his assistant.

"I think I will leave early for the day." His voice was deep and slow. "When's my appointment with the board?"

"Twelve-thirty."

He glanced at his platinum watch, which I was sure cost almost as much as my monthly salary. "It's twelve o'clock now... I'll grab something from the cafeteria and be back in a few minutes."

"No problem."

He sauntered off with his hands in his pockets.

I remembered the minimized window and hastily closed it. I did not need anyone finding out that I was looking for a lesbian club. I wasn't even a lesbian! I didn't need that rumour spreading around. Even though it was a big company, gossip could catch on faster than a forest fire in California.

I focused on getting the Excel spreadsheet in reasonable shape. I liked my little project of sorting accounting information. There was something soothing about putting numbers in order.

Ten minutes went by like nothing, and suddenly there was a coffee placed in front of me.

"No sugar two creams," Mr. Jacobson said.

"Oh!" I smiled brightly. "Thank you, you didn't have to do that."

"I know. But I wanted to."

He leaned his hip against my desk and sipped his own coffee. His abdomen was at my eye level, and a pit formed in my stomach... I forced myself to make eye contact.

"Do you have any big plans tonight?"

I also took a sip of my coffee; it was too hot, but I had to hide my blush. "Um, maybe I'll go out with some friends. It will be nice to wind down instead of working until eight."

He nodded. "Definitely. You work very hard, Severn."

"What about you?"

He shrugged. "Probably a quiet night in."

"Those are certainly underrated."

I could see a frowning zebra walking down the hallway towards us; I flashed him a smile while quietly saying, "Mr. Kilso is here."

Mr. Jacobson turned around and straightened his posture, extending his right hand towards the disgruntled man. "Mr. Kilso, thanks for meeting with me today."

"Mr. Jacobson. We have much to discuss."

It was almost two o'clock in the afternoon when the small group of men left Mr. Jacobson's office. They all seemed fairly relieved and relaxed as they said their goodbyes.

Well they were out of sight, Mr. Jacobson leaned against his doorway. "I think I'm ready to retire."

"You have a few years to go, sir."

He chuckled. "Don't remind me. Well, I'm ready to hit the road, are you?"

I glanced back at my desktop. "I'm not quite done with this spread. I'll head out when I finish it up."

"Nonsense. You'll never leave at that rate." He reached behind me and grabbed my coat, draping it over his arm. "Carpe diem."

The day was more than half over, but I wasn't going to mention that. I saved my work and shut the computer down. We walked down to the parking lot together. We would normally part ways; I would walk to my condo and he would walk to his (very nice) car. But he paused, my coat still on his arm.

"Severn."

"Yeah?"

His yellow eyes searched mine. I couldn't read his expression; he began to smirk, which put me off even more.

"I may have had my door closed, but I could still see through the blinds."

My heart must have stopped.

"I think we both need to loosen up."

"Miste-"

"Tyler, please. I'll come get you at nine."

I felt like I'd been hit by a bus. Was my boss - who was at least ten years older than me - asking me out?! I raised my eyebrows in an attempt to look coy, but I felt like I was going to throw up. "Nine? Why don't you swing by at seven for pre-drinks."

His smirk widened and I could pretty much feel his pride swell. "Deal."

He gave me my jacket, and I turned without a word, only a wink. I knew he was watching as I walked away, so I swung my hips from side to side a little more than necessary. I hoped he liked it.

What does one wear on a date with her boss? It was approaching six o'clock and I couldn't decide what to put on. Should I have worn something revealing or modest? But he was so hot... I really wanted him to want me. I would either choose a backless dress or a crop top and mini-skirt...

After a couple of glasses of wine I figured, fuck it, I wanted to have fun and I would most likely get laid in the crop top. It was maroon and very nearly a bralette; between it and my skirt, there was plenty of skin. The skirt itself was tiny - it barely covered my ass - and one side was slashed; he would be able to see my thigh, and see that I wasn't wearing any underwear.

The buzzer screamed at me, and I looked at the clock; six-thirty! He was very early. I rushed to answer the call.

"Hello?"

"Can I come up?" His voice gave me chills.

"Absolutely."

I pressed the release button. This was it; either he would think I was a slut, or he would think I was sexy. Hopefully I wouldn't lose my job.

He knocked at the door before I knew it.

"It's open!" I called from the kitchen, opening a bottle of champagne. I purposely faced away from the doorway so I wouldn't see his reaction.

"Wow."

The bottle popped and I turned to see him. His eyes were focused on my bare midriff, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"Hey, Tyler," I purred.

"You must be a lot more fun than I give you credit for." He sounded like he was out of breath.

He was wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans. Seeing him in casual wear made the hair on my arms stand up. He was so hot.

"Since my asshole of a boss has me working seven days per week, I thought I would go wild." I poured two glasses and held one out to him. "Cheers."

His smile got wider as his shock wore off. "Cheers."

"Fffuck going out."

It was nine o'clock and we had just done a double-shot of vodka. His words were slurry, and I was sure that mine were too. We sat side-by-side at the kitchen table.

"But I thought that was your whole scheme."

He shook his head. "I'm not really into clubbing, I just wanted to see you. And holy shit do I see you. You're sexy as fuck."

"Can I tell you something?"

"Yeah."

My brain was screaming, No, no, no, do not tell him something but my mouth wasn't listening. "I've been horny for weeks."

His eyes widened at my honesty. "Oh?"

I reached my hand over to his arm and softly touched him. "I know what we could do instead of going out."

I didn't have to tell him twice. He leaned forward and kissed me. It was a bit too hard, and wet, but it was probably because he was drunk. He buried his fingers in my long, black hair. Our tongues touched, and I felt my pussy getting so wet...

We broke apart and I raised my lips to his ear. "Please fuck me."

He growled, "Oh my god, yes."

I abruptly got up and led him to my bedroom only the next room over. Before I could do anything else, he pushed me up against the wall, kissing me again. He pressed his hips up against my stomach, and I could feel his cock as hard as could be. Without looking, I undid his belt and his jeans.

He moaned when I pulled his boxers down to free his erection. I glanced down. It was huge! But I was too drunk to be nervous. I started kissing him again, and stroked his dick with my hand. Slowly at first, but firm... He started to grind to my rhythm, his growls vibrating through his chest.

Suddenly he stepped back, ending our kiss. He grabbed my shirt - which was hardly a shirt - and pulled it off. I wasn't wearing a bra; my breasts were in full few. He kissed my neck as he fondled them with both hands.

"They're amazing," he whispered.

My tits weren't that big, but they were perky and fit nicely in a man's palm. I was exceptionally proud of them.

"You're amazing," I whispered back.

At that, he ripped my skirt off and dragged me over to the queen-sized bed. As he fully removed his own clothes, I could help but touch my clit; I was so wet, and so aroused...

"Allow me," he murmured with an enormous grin, climbing on the bed and placing his head between my legs. As soon as his tongue touched me, I couldn't hold back:

"Oh my god, that feels so good!"

"Uh huh?" he said while he licked my pussy.

""Fuck you're good at this!"

The knot in my stomach was getting tighter and tighter. I placed my hand on the top of his head, feeling his fur on my fingertips.

"I don't want to cum yet, babe," I breathed, pulling away from him.

He sat up. "'Babe'?"

I gasped. "Sorry, I mean..."

He stroked my leg with his hand. "I'm teasing." His fingers drifted closer and closer to my slit. I could hardly breathe...

Then he slid a finger inside!

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh..."

He slid it out and back in again... Oh my god...

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked quietly.

"Yes."

He leaned over me, his face over mine. He was grinning again, and his hand was on his cock.

"Call me Mr. Jacobson."

I grinned back. "Please fuck me, Mr. Jacobson," I begged.

He closed his eyes and stroked himself. "That's so hot, Severn..."

I tilted my hips up. "Please?"

He positioned his dick at my entrance. I knew he was too big... He pushed, and he could only get a couple of inches in.

" Holy shit!" he snarled, pausing to let me stretch around him. "Ohh... You're so tight!"

I, meanwhile, had rolled my eyes back into my head and wordlessly moaned. I could feel myself stretching, and my entire lower body was awash with pleasure. "All the way in..."

Slowly, he pushed his cock as deep as he could. I could feel it inside me; his head was resting against my cervix.

He pulled out.

And thrusted back in.

Then he started fucking me. Hard.

We were both screaming: "Fuck this pussy is so fucking good!" "Fuck me Tyler, oh my god!"

It felt so good, so motherfucking good. I couldn't feel anything else, I couldn't think anything else.

"I'm going to... I'm..."

"Knot in me!"

He slowed down. "Are...you...sure?" he asked between breaths.

"Just do it!"

He shoved his knot in my too-tight pussy, stretching me even more. I grabbed the headboard. His cock was right up against the head of my cervix.

"Oh yes, mmMMMM!"

His cock throbbed inside of me while he came.

He panted, leaning over me. I panted. We were quiet for a moment.

"Now what?"

"Now...my turn." I reached down between my legs and touched my clit. It was so sensitive. "You turn me on so much...I'm so close as it is..."

He kissed me gently and stroked my hair. "I want to watch you cum."

I started rubbing in slow circles. "Mmmm..."

"You're so sexy, baby."

Those words sent a shiver down my spine. I started rubbing faster, and thrusted my hips a little bit to feel Tyler's cock move inside me. It was only a few seconds...

"Oh my g- Ohh, oh, oh!!!!!!! AH, AHHHH!!!!!!!!!! Ahhhh..."

The orgasm spread from my groin to my toes. The pleasure spread in waves over my skin.

I lay in silence. I barely noticed Tyler kissing my neck and shoulders.

"Good?"

I nodded, still breathing hard.

He was still stuck inside of me, which I didn't mind. He positioned both of us so we were on our side. I was facing his chest, and his arms wrapped around me. He smelled like sweat, but it was musky and alluring.

"Are we carpooling to work?" he chuckled.

"I think you should call in sick," I replied slyly.

He laughed. "That's not a bad idea."

"We could do round two...round three...round four..."

"Mmm... I think I just caught the flu and I need a couple of days to rest..."