Climbing Corporate Pt. 1
#1 of Climbing Corporate
Panting softly, Lith shuffled over on his knees, head low, to slide between the next man's legs. A jackal from middle-management, whose name he couldn't recall, though they'd been "introduced" at the beginning of the meeting. He nuzzled up the jackal's calf slowly, pressing against him through the fabric of his slacks. His ears just brushed against the underside of the table as he nosed across his knee and started nuzzling up the inside of his thigh, slowly breathing in the faint musk of the man as he drew nearer. The jackal drew his legs wider, letting the kitty nose in against the lump slowly growing underneath his fly. The kitty's lips pushed against it, pushing warm air delicately through the fabric and earning a slow twitch of life for his tender attention.
"I don't have the documentation with me, but I think we had about a 2% gain. I can double check when I get back to my office." The Kitty paused as the jackal spoke before resuming his attentions, clinging to the front of the chair as he leaned in to nibble at the steadily thickening lump. The jackal cleared his throat after a moment and started scooting forward in his chair, opening his legs wider as he settled on the edge. Lith had to stifle a purr as his paws slipped up to carefully, slowly slide open the jackal's zipper, his free paw slipping inside to carefully lay over the hot, growing piece of jackal meat and wrap around it to tenderly pull it free.
His musk was rich, not powerful but almost spicy. Exotic. He honestly couldn't say if the jackal used some kind of product or just naturally had a tangy smell to him, but the kitty couldn't help but nuzzle into his thickening shaft, holding it close with one paw as his cheeks and lips rubbed over it as though trying to get that smell all over him. His free paw tugged carefully at the jackal's pants to make sure he had plenty of room before his tongue slipped out to lay slow little licks up the shaft, wandering side to side. As he worked his way up, the jackal filled out properly in his paw and finally hardened just about as the kitty worked his way back and up to the tip, letting his lips push up over it in a soft kiss. Rubbing around over him, the kitty massaged his tip with the softness of his mouth and, soon, the slickness of his peeking tongue. A bead of pre formed on his tongue, which the kitty happily slurped up, suckling at his hole for more as a panda to one side spoke up about sending a memo out to the groups involved.
Leaning in intently, the black cat captured half of the jackal's cockhead and squeezed down, lips drawing back to his tip only to jump up to consume more of him, dragging sweetly over that tender flesh. He pushed soft, warm breaths over the drool-slicked meat with every push, steadily capturing more only to drag off again. His tight suckles and slow massages earned him a steady, if thin trickle of pre, the feline happily drinking it up as he milked that cock for more. His head descended barely half an inch at a time, and slowly pressed that throbbing, impatient shaft against his tongue, letting it nuzzle slickly into the soft muscle only to drag off once more.
"Oh, it's definitely been an improvement." The jackal's words brought the feline to an abrupt, agonizing stop, his lips sealed to that shaft as it slowly pulsed in his muzzle. "I haven't been working with Freya for long, but she seems to take production very seriously. The employees seem to have taken to her, as well." A soft breath rolled from him as he resumed his work-- only noticing the paw on his head a moment too late. A single, firm push impaled his head on that slow-throbbing jackal cock, his eyes snapping open and his throat convulsing against the head butting against it. He gave a slow, aching swallow, the head just barely slipping out properly. It seemed that the jackal was getting impatient.
Pulling himself up a bit and grasping at the legs spread before him, the hungry kitty got to work like a proper, industrious employee, bobbing on that hot jackal cock and drawing tightly at him, careful to keep his slurping noises to an absolute minimum. He pushed that shaft along the length of his tongue to snug against the back of his mouth each time before dragging off with a tight suckle-- and keeping his ears perked to always keep an idea of where the table was. He'd hit his head plenty enough times to learn that lesson, and at least the jackal was small enough it wasn't too hard to avoid. He slid along that cock smoothly at first, and slowly built speed as it throbbed heavily in his mouth, tongue licking firmly up and down his underbelly by virtue of those hungry bobs. He could feel every throb and twitch, and he relished the building tension pushing into his maw, in the tightness of his thighs, in the soft scratch of claws on wood over his head. His eyes closed serenely, the feline rode that cock with his muzzle until he could feel that first fat, desperate throb, his cockhead flaring slightly, and the kitty dove down, throat opening to swallow his head whole.
The feline's lips consumed the jackal's knot in a blink to kiss his sheath deeply, lips sealed to slit as the first jet of hot cream burst deep in his neck. Tail flicking happily from side to side, Lith drank down his superior's load readily, swallowing slowly around the shaft lodged in his throat as that knot pulsed thick against his tongue. The furry balls stashed in those slacks settled slowly, the pressure easing against his chin, but the feline was happy to stay nestled firmly into that open fly, the zipper's teeth nibbling at his cheeks. His belly was warm, his throat was full, and the kitty was happy to rest his head, his face nuzzled firmly into that crotch, paws hugged tenderly around the jackal's thighs.
"Alright, that should do it for today. Millers, Murakami, I'll see you after lunch." The vice president's voice fell dimly on his ears-- but the sudden rustling of everyone's seats as furs stood to leave snapped his eyes open. His cheeks were already glowing with red as the jackal cleared his throat pointedly.
"As much as I appreciate you keeping it warm, I've only got an hour for lunch, kid." Lith nodded furiously without thinking, waggling the jackal's meat in his throat, and made a rushed, flustered attempt to drag his lips off the jackal's thick knot and slide him out of his throat, disengorging him with a heavy gasp and a pant.
"S-sorry, sir! Um, let me get that." He hastily started fumbling with the slick, knotted piece of meat, trying to stuff it back into his fly. It took him a few vain fumbles before he realized he had no idea how he was supposed to put away a knotted cock if it was still hard.
Chuckling wryly, the jackal patted his paws away. "Don't worry about it. Run along, I think your boss is waiting for you." He scooted back and started dealing with his cock, but the feline was already scrabbling away, wincing in advance for the scolding he was about to receive.
Finally emerging from under the long table, the black cat straightened to his full, unimposing five feet, checking his shoulders and chest quickly for and flecks of cum and rubbing over his face a bit. All clean. He straightened the nametag clipped to his chest fur and pulled up his little black thong a hint, the soft fabric almost disappearing in his fur but for the subtle sheen it cast over the plump little bundle of his package. All straightened and ready for work. He drew a deep breath, and looked up.
Arms folded under her plump bust, a panther stood to one side of the doorway, waiting rather impatiently for her newest employee to report in. A sour expression tainted her handsome features, a finger tapping her arm beside the skimpy bikini top restraining her breasts. A name tag clipped to one string of the straining scrap of clothing read, 'Jesse.' She shifted her weight to take a step forward, curvacious hips rolling from one side to another under a matching black thong, quite similar to the kitty's. "Are you quite done looking?"
Lith's eyes snapped up, and his fingers knotted tightly together behind his back as he straightened overmuchly, practically up on the balls of his feet. "S-sorry!"
"Sorry? We've got bigger concerns than wandering eyes, Lith. You do know you were supposed to service the top eight members of the meeting MINIMUM, right?" The kitty boy's ears lowered, his eyes falling to the ground. Jesse sighed, and turned. "We'll talk about this later. We've got to get moving." She stepped out into the hall, hardly glancing back to make sure he was following before striding down the hall, a curvaceous rump swaying heavily behind her. The kitty scurried after her, trying not to look at it. Too much, anyway.
"Is something going on? I thought it's lunch time." Lith's ears perked anxiously as he looked around, wondering where his manager was leading him. The two of them stood out wherever they went-- everyone else was dressed fully in slacks and dress shirts of some sort, if not with jackets. He still felt a little naked-- especially when every employee seemed to feel free to leer as much as they pleased. His paws folded in front of him as his cheeks maintained a rosy hue he always seemed to gain walking around the office. He didn't seem to realize that more furs were turning as he passed to get a look at his rear than were trying to get a glimpse of his package.
"It most certainly is. You've been working here two weeks, Lith. Do you remember what happens after two weeks?" She didn't look back, but her low, rich voice carried easily. There was a stirring in the office they walked through, passing a line of cubicles on one side: ears perked, workers glanced over and smiled, and a few heads peeked up from cubicles as the two passed.
Lith straightened, swallowing a moment before answering. "The... cafeteria?" A fox peeking from his cubicle smiled slowly at him as he slipped by.
"That's right, Lith. From today on, you'll be working in the cafeteria at lunches, serving the basic workers. We'll start you off one day a week, and work you up to three or four. Maybe this will teach you a thing or two about quick, efficient service." The curvy panther led him down a wide hallway and stopped short of a pair of double doors that were propped open, a great commotion rising from within. She turned on him. "In the cafeteria, there's no foreplay or teasing. No slow build up." She quirked a brow. "And absolutely no ~cuddling~ after. I've been hearing good things about your services, but you need to learn to hurry things up, Lith." She sighed softly. "Well. This is your chance to practice. Come on."
The panther stepped in first, earning a few calls of greeting, some more fervent than others. She smiled, waving in answer as the smaller feline stepped in. Long tables filled the rather large, high-ceilinged room, the wall broken away halfway down on one side to feed into the little food court the company maintained. On that side of the cafeteria, many tables were filled with furs settling down to enjoy their lunch. Toward the other side, however, the tables had another purpose.
At the end of the table nearest them, a cute squirrel girl Lith had seen around a few times lay on her back on the table, her black top pushed aside to let her breasts heave up and down in time with the thrusts of a snarling crocodile of some great stature. He had to pull her rear up off the table half a foot just to wrap her around his shaft which, judging by the bulge jutting from her hanging belly, was roughly as formidable as its owner. The squirrel certainly seemed to be squirming enough she might have been moaning out, had her mouth not been occupied by a rather diminutive wolf. The small fellow had to lean up on the table a bit, standing on tip toe as he humped into the squirrel girl's slurping muzzle. Beyond the squirrel girl, a busty mare was squishing her breasts over the side of the table as she leaned in to pleasure a slowly smiling wolf, barely giving a start when a zebra dropped his pants behind her and started grinding on her sizable rear end. Beyond that, more women and men lay out on the table, on their backs, on their fronts, some on their sides, taking employees one after the other into every hole. Several of the men were on their backs, getting ridden by a woman in an unbuttoned dress shirt. The air was warm, and the smell of spilt cum was already starting to permeate it.
Lith's thong was straining. Jesse glanced back at him, and smirked. "At least you're getting into the spirit of things. Welcome to the cafeteria, Lith. Come on." She strode down to turn up one of the rows between the seatless tables, wading deep into the vast, corporate-sponsored orgy, to stop at the end of a table in the middle of it all, two spots open but for a handful of workers that seemed quite happy to see them approach. One waved, another smiled, and another undid his belt. "This is my regular spot," the panther explained as they stopped. "You'll be right next to me for now, so I can make sure you're doing alright. Everyone? This is Lith."
The kitty boy gave a shy wave, and earned a few smiles as another couple workers joined the small, forming crowd. The kitty gave an anxious wiggle. "You must be really popular, Jesse. You've already got so many people lining up for you."
The panther laughed softly. "Oh, no, Jakob here's always waiting for me." She ran a hand over the bear's broad chest, the two sharing a moment's smile. "The rest, unless I miss my guess, are here to have a taste of the new meat." She smirked as the others fidgeted or grinned or cleared their throats, a good six of them now waiting with an air of half-restrained need, with much shifting of feet and bulging of pants. The kitty boy blinked. "Well?" Jessed murred as she backed up to sit on the table and lay out. "Get on the table and get to work, kitty boy. You've been wagging that oversized butt of yours around the office too long not to catch a few eyes..." She giggled as Jakob pressed down to savage her breasts with tooth and tongue, leaving Lith to swallow slowly as the furs watched him, expectation in their eyes.
His thong was far too tight, he decided.