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Kieran let out a deep sigh as he slumped back down into his office chair after what seemed like the fastest lunch he'd ever had the pleasure of eating; it had been a solid month since the work experience kids had gone back to their respective colleges to continue with whatever courses drove them toward their future goals, and yet, the stallion was left still having troubles with removing a certain few mental images from his mind's eye. "Damn it..." he sighed as he leaned backwards in his leather chair. He stared off into the void through the ceiling in exasperation as the thoughts relentlessly swirled and plagued his mind, his heart beginning to race before settling down once again as his cubicle's clock ticked by - each second seeming to pass by slower than the last.

He grunted as he rocked his chair forwards, bringing it upright once again before he reached out for a mug of tea that Chris had once brought him. Gritting his teeth and rubbing his creasing brows in frustration and realization, "Left it in the damn_kitchen... _again." He cursed, airing his frustration clearly. As the stud settled back into his chair, his thoughts once again drifted off; his mind's eye conjuring mental images of the hyena wearing those tight and torn denim shorts, his ass hardly contained therein, confronting the stud initially though with his bulging groin. Kieran would reach for his own groin -- almost completely out of habit now -- when these thoughts overcame him, his thumb and finger catching and lowering the zipper on his work trousers until he felt a sense of comfort and relief. It wasn't uncommon for the stud to do this, in fact, it was almost becoming an every-other-day occurrence: He would think of Chris's body, drift off, then unzip and stroke away his frustrations.

Thud...

Kieran would usually give a little chuckle as his pink and black mottled arousal hit the underside of his desk for the first time, but his feelings of sexual tension overruled the humor on this one occasion. With image after image flowing through his mind, each lust-fueled heartbeat caused that arousal to twitch upwards again and again, slapping and twitching against the underside of his desk with a mind of its own. Kieran would usually be quite happy having his vein-riddled rod hanging beneath his desk as he worked; usually he would have to place tissues down beforehand as clear strings of pre-seminal fluid would commonly and slowly ooze from his urethral opening, stretching as more and more accumulated, before dripping into a growing patch of moisture on the floor. At least this way, no questions would be asked. But, on this occasion, his cock was not simply hanging freely.

Thud... thud... thud...

The stud leaned back in his leather chair as his flesh slapped firmly against the underside of his clear-coated MDF desk again and again; each time it did so, it would remain in place for a few seconds before slumping back down to rest under its own hefty weight. With less space between the desk and his cock at usual rest, the stallion's flesh began to flush with more blood, making that shaft more rigid than usual upon impact with the furniture. This would in due course make that fleshy tip of his widen and firm up more than usual, too.

"F-Fuck... I-I need to calm down... I'm in no condition to be able to get to the toilet in time..." He thought to himself, his breathing trembling, his heartbeat galloping. "Okay big guy; easy now... calm it..." He whispered to himself audibly as he tried to bring his breathing under control.

Kieran gave no thought to the passing of time as sweat began to adorn his forehead, no thought to the mess he was creating as those usually vertical strings of dripping pre-cum were now dashed up against the cubicle divider and underside of his desk, the scent of the stallion's naturally musky arousal now slowly beginning to fill his cubicle. He gave no thought to his workplace whatsoever as his flare reached its full potential as his orgasm slowly and angrily approached its tipping point. Without warning, the stallion's shaft flexed as a waft of air from his circulating office fan passed over it, causing it to firmly flex against the underside of that desk, his flare widening threateningly. Kieran let out a single soft and agonizing moan before realizing what he'd done.

He lifted his knee swiftly against the desk, creating a noise to cover up his own. "God damn computer. Lost my work.Again!" He exclaimed to anyone who might have heard.

"N-No no... Come on Kieran, you can't be doing this. God damn it Chris..." He whispered as he tried to banish those thoughts from his mind. Though that helped the stallion regain some control, it felt to him as though he were balancing on a tight-rope; with one wrong flex or stroke, that grey-silver backing to the stud's desk would be painting cream in no time at all. "Shh... come on now big guy... come on..." He whispered, with even those words trembling as they fell from his lips.

Kieran was finally getting himself under control... that was until he heard a sudden rap on his cubicle door: The knock was enough to both switch on his natural 'flight' instinct as well as cause his arousal to flex firmly, the rim of his flare pressing against the desk, causing a shot of pre-cum to squirt from his cock and hit the backing of his desk. He slapped his hands over his mouth as he aired a soundless moan - desperately trying to get himself together.

As the second knock came, the stud had regained some control over his breathing, and his cock was slowly beginning to soften, at least enough for him to get at least part of his erection back in through the hole his zipper had created.

"J-Just a moment!" He said in panic, regressing to his hormone driven younger years for just a moment as he got up and out of his chair to aid in tucking himself in further, that softening flare being pushed further down his trouser leg with some force. Just as he pushed that deflating flare down his left trouser-leg, he saw the doorknob beginning to turn.

"You left it in the break room again, Kieran" Spoke the voice of a disembodied female.

"Uh... I did wh-" He started, not recalling anything from the past half hour - at least - as he fully tucked himself away, feeling himself soften to the point where he could show himself to the intruder - with thanks to his panicked state.

"No need to thank me; seems to me that picking up after you is becoming a regular occurrence, wouldn't you agree?" As the voice spoke this time, more and more of a tanned hand and wrist began to reveal itself, showing corn-yellow fur adorned with black spots - commonly attributed to cheetahs like herself. It was Kieran's Floor Manager.

"Oh, yeah... sorry Tiana- um... boss; my mind really isn't where it should be." Kieran responded with a sigh and the hanging of his head as he opened the cubicle door fully for her.

"Your co-workers and I agree, Kieran. Is there anything that I can help with, or do you just need a little space? You can talk to me, as you know, but if you want to deal with this yourself - and nothing changes - then, well..." Tiana said as she stepped inside the stallion's small workspace.

"Yes boss, I know, I know; I just--" Kieran stopped in his tracks as he brought his eyes down and over her, looking over the individual that was half his size. "... New perfume today, Boss?" He remarked, not meaning to change subject - or be so blunt - but something about that scent caught his attention. Was it possibly the fact that the scent contrasted so clearly against the background musk that filled his cubicle from events before her entry?

His heart began to race once again, realizing that she must smell it too.

"Yes, actually; I'm not surprised that you noticed though; you've always had a keen sense of smell - just like me..." she chuckled, holding her hand to her mouth to cover up her toothy grin, her eyelids closing for a short moment. If Tiana had kept her eyes open for a moment longer, she might have seen the stallion's cock twitching through his trousers, the rim of the flare clearly visible. As she giggled, the stud chuckled nervously along with her as he crossed a leg over, his other thigh adjusting the angle slightly, which only caused his predicament to worsen.

Tiana was Kieran's Manager: he reported to her for work, for issues, for lunch - anything he needed really. She was always known to be there for him as well as for the other's she managed in her section. She always dressed in her typical office attire: black office-appropriate shoes, white socks that just appeared above the rim of her shoes, a subtle charcoal skirt and jacket combo with a white shirt beneath that was adorned with a simple slim black tie. It wasn't meant for female members of the staff to wear the tie as part of their uniforms, but Tiana enjoyed wearing it nonetheless to better show her equal regard to both male and female members of her team.

"Heh, I suppose you're right..." He said, his words trailing off as another waft of that perfume was sent towards his nostrils - courtesy of his office fan - sending his mind adrift once again. "... Oh! Thanks for the tea, by the way." He exclaimed with a smile as he quickly came back to his senses, but as his eyes opened, he'd noticed Tiana's eyes shifting quickly back upwards towards his own, as if they were looking elsewhere the entire time.

Then, the atmosphere changed.

"Like I said Kieran; If you need anything, you know to call on me first." She said bluntly - almost monotone now, uncaring of any conversation prior - before simply turning tail and exiting his cubicle.

Kieran blinked for a moment, wondering why Tiana's demeanor had changed entirely whilst he was daydreaming. Was it his inattention? Had she been paged?

Stretch

Kieran looked down to see that - not only had his zipper been left undone, but his issue hadn't resolved with time as he'd hoped, as a portion of black and pink flesh was still left on display.

"Fuck." He thought instantly. "That must've been it. Shit!"

The alarm on his watch rang out aloud as the stallion bolted from his office, signalling that it was 11pm. Home time, in actual fact. Yet, as Kieran hurried past some other of his night workers on the way to Tiana's office, he wasn't the least bit concerned about what the time was. Sweat began to moisten the black mane that swept across the equine's forehead as his pace increased; he walked swiftly and with purpose past the last remaining empty cubicles before coming to a corner office door with grey'd out windows. Kieran had done things on the job in the past that he wasn't exactly proud of, and - if anyone were to find out - he would surely lose his job.

But displaying his arousal so blatantly?

In front of his Boss??

What the hell was he thinking!

"This is it. I'm getting the sack. I'm walking into an office, with my boss already writing out my 'See you later' papers" He thought as he swallowed a nervous ball of saliva. His hand was shaking slightly with dread as he reached out for the door handle, forming a clenched fist around the lever, pausing... before biting the bullet.

"Come in, Kieran."

The stallion's heart was racing a mile-a-minute, the valves of his heart fluttering open and shut as quickly as the valves of a V6 engine would as he turned the handle, passing over the room's threshold before shutting the door behind.

"T-Tiana, I just wanted to-"

"Quiet." She said simply.

Kieran's head remained hung as it did moments ago inside his cubicle, his eyes simply resting upon the short pile carpet that was stitched in throughout the building.

"It's painfully obvious to me now as to why your mood has changed of late: The mood swings you've been displaying, the report I had back from Chris regarding your behaviour during his work experience here with us, the scents that I _and_others experience when we come to check that you're doing alright..."

"B-But Boss-"

"I wasn't finished talking!" She bit. "... and yet, Irrespective of _all_these facts, I've turned a blind eye. Now, I want to give you a chance to save yourself from packing your shit up. A single and final chance."

"A-Anything boss... I-I need this job, I really--"

"Good. Now raise your head."

Slowly, Kieran lifted his heavy head up, and that was when he saw what should have been plain to see since the very beginning: There sat the stallion's pint-sized boss, upon her desk, wearing nothing but the fur, flesh and bone that she was gifted with upon her entry into this world.

"Now, I don't want to hear a single god-damned word. If you understand, nod your head..." She uttered simply, once again, before silently slipping off and dismounting the desk, landing softly upon her paw pads before slowly and seductively padding over towards the shell-shocked stud. "... Oh, and I am aware of your sexual preference for the male members of staff -- that much was easy to deduce; but what a lot of your colleagues _don't_know is that you haven't exactly turned a blind eye towards the female members either -- so I've been told. Are my deductions correct?" She asked -- still speaking softly -- as she placed her hands gently upon his firm abdominal muscles, her eyes burning auburn against the darkness as his glinted with an emerald sheen thanks to the single white office light placed upon Tiana's desk. Kieran simply and slowly nodded, for as he raised his head initially, he already caught sight of those papers on the boss's desk where she once sat. Once Kieran nodded, those small hands of hers began to slowly drift down and in line with the stallion's abs until they came into contact with his belt buckle.

"I've wanted a great many things during my time here at this firm, and -- until of late -- I thought you were one of those things that i would have categorized as 'unattainable', and yet..." Tiana trailed off as her hands slipped leather between metal fixings, loosening his belt before seeing the infernal contraption come apart. "... and yet, here we are, with you trying to defend your job."

"B-Boss, I-"

"Quiet; one more word out of you, and I'll be taking myself back to my desk to sign the last line on those papers. Don't think this is appropriate? Neither is jacking off in the men's room on company time, Kieran. In fact, I'd go as far to say that that alone is a sackable offence. Wouldn't you agree?" She asked, her eyes looking up the stud's body and into his, her hands like automatons as they unbuttoned his trousers without even a second glance.

Kieran looked up and over towards the desk, seeing the papers had already been signed.

"If you simply acquiesce, those papers will go into the shredder, and no more will be said of this." She said with clear intent and motive at the forefront of her words and actions. The stallion nodded, reluctantly agreeing, and Tiana let go of the hem of his trousers, dropping them softly around the studs hooves. At first, Kieran gasped aloud as his trousers fell, his hands instinctively moving towards his groin in an attempt to cover a portion of his modesty in vain. Though flustered, he remained silent - as requested - as his boss surveyed the portions that were left uncovered.

"As I've mentioned and hinted, Kieran; I've had my eyes on you for quite some time... and aside from your slip ups here and there, you are -- to put it bluntly -- a well rounded employee..." She spoke softly as her fingertips traced down from the stallion's hips, moving his hands away from his pride for her to see in its totality, before drawing her fingertips over his thick thigh muscles. "... So well rounded in fact, that I feel I could entrust you to a great many tasks..." Her hands wandered down further towards his knees. "... and I feel like I'm able to entrust you with yet another task that I had in mind..." Her fingertips drew back up towards his thighs, but slowly glided inside them, until her hands reached and held behind the wide-rimmed tip of that twitching mast of veiny flesh, lifting it slowly until the thick strand of pre-cum that oozed from the urethral process hung inches from her lips.

"What I want from you, Kieran, is true satisfaction. Can you give that to me?" She asked rhetorically - given her conditions set, her burning eyes having never left his own. Tiana lifted that tip up further until Kieran's string of pre-cum dangled over her open maw, her ruby lipstick-laden lips only closing as that end droplet hit the back of her throat. She could taste it. Taste the stallion's sweetness. She could taste his arousal. It drove her sexual instincts to claw at her very skin, nerves, flesh and bone.

But her composure never broke. And so she quietly sipped in that string under her pursed lips kissed at the heated flesh that raged within her hands.

"This taste... this heat..." She thought out loud as Kieran's body twitched and ached at every touch, breath and sensation; his logical hemisphere waging bloody war against the carnal side that wished only to force his flesh somewhere warm and wet and tight. "... It's a wonder to truly behold... and oh how I_am_ beholden to it." She spouted purely in exposition for her own amusement, dragging out the events for as long as she could personally bear it.

After-all, she wasn't the one with her job on the line.

Kieran could barely hold back his arousal's natural reaction as his Boss's lips made contact with his flesh: His hefty charcoal testicles rose up, the outline of his reproductive organs and spermatic tubes only just visible thanks to the heat of the moment, his shaft stiffening up, the surface rippling with veins, and his flared tip flushed with blood, expanding against those ruby-red glossed lips of hers for a second or two before relaxing.

"A-Ah..." Was all he uttered.

Tiana let it slide, as -- technically -- he didn't speak up or against her.

"I'll allow that, but if so much as a single word leaves that pretty little mouth of yours, we're finished here."

Kieran nodded, a shiver traversing his spine as Tiana's textured tongue lashed out and around that pronounced urethral process of his.

Realizing now just how sensitive and pent up the stud truly was, Tiana gently applied a building pressure behind the rim of the stud's engorged flare, eliciting a similar vocal response as before, along with a healthy glob of that glorious pre-seminal nectar. Her tongue swirled in deviously slow circles around that hole as her eyes scanned his body to familiarize herself with his sexually frustrated body language; each and every squeeze rewarded with a glob of pre-cum and a restrained grind that slowly became less and less restrained, each lash of her textured tongue over his sensitive gland causing the stud to shiver forward before reluctantly pulling back.

She shivered with her own self indulgent anticipation, knowing that she had him exactly where she wanted him. And oh did she want him... but she had to be a patient pussy. She had the time to draw this out -- and boy did she have the nerve -- but how long would her self-imposed restraint last? Especially when it came to the very stud that she held within her very hands.

Kieran let out a particularly unique noise as his boss's actions intensified -- a noise that he tried to muffle with his lips whilst his hands balled into fists -- as the rigidity of his erection came close to that of steel; the cheetah pulled away as her eyes ventured up to the stallion's clenched facial features, slightly puzzled at the noise, wondering if she'd struck a sore spot. Within moments of that swollen flare becoming engorged past her grasp, a single jet of Kieran's seed broke containment, streaking just over Tiana's nose, splattering against both her forehead as well as the bridge of her muzzle. Knowing exactly what had caused the stallion to falter, she kept her hands steady and her mouth just away from the flare -- directing her breath away from that angry arousal -- before slowly relaxing her grasp; he was about ready to blow his load all over her now dripping-with-cum features, but it wasn't where she wanted it to happen.

"I-I'm so sorry Boss; I didn't mean to--"

"Not a single word more!" She interjected, Kieran biting his bottom lip in response, looking over the agitated and cum sodden feline that resided on her knees between his hooves as he realized he'd spoken up. "If you so much as waste one more drop of that precious liquid, you'll be out on your arse." She threatened, knowing full well that the emission was of her own creation as she rose back up onto her padded feet. Simply, and almost clinically, Tiana reached out and grasped a hold of the stallion hand -- at least what part of his huge hand that she could -- before making her way towards her desk. Kieran's heart began to race once again, his breathing beginning to quicken, his swollen and aching horse-hood patting from thigh to thigh as he followed suit. He nervously watched as his boss made a beeline towards her desk, his heavy hooves stomping slowly after the quick pitter-patter of his boss's short steps, keeping pace all the same. His lip became sore due to the continued biting as he felt his hand being released before watching her clear a space on her desk; one hand went one way as the other went another, sending office supplies and paperwork both off each end of the desk. She turned around on the spot before hopping onto the space she'd just cleared, crossing her arms just beneath her breasts, coddling her bosom comfortably as her ample cheeks spread apart against the room-temp office furniture

"Now that we both know that you're good and ready, are you amply prepared to protect your job?" She asked as she spread her knees apart, showing off not only her forbidden flower, but also the wet patch that had already begun to pool beneath where she sat. Sheepishly, the stallion nodded as his hanging erection twitched and throbbed between his legs in kind -- the sheer weight of it still causing it to droop at an angle downwards under its own weight. "You'll find that both lube and condoms have no place here; now, get over here already." She ordered, her tongue licking at her top lip, the taste of virile stallion fluids now spreading across her textured tongue and taste buds before being pulled down her esophagus with one firm swallow.

Afraid that he'd come too far to even have a choice in the matter, he placed his best hoof forward to nervously cover the distance between them. His eyes angled downwards to meet those of his boss as he approached, seeing her furrowed brows and deepening facial creases that betrayed her silently rising levels of frustration; there was no doubt in his mind that this was the culmination of her own self-administered sexual frustration, along with an already exhaustive day of office work.

"Well? Are you just going to stand there?" She snapped at him as her creases deepened. The nervous stud gulped at the verbal assault, stopping for a moment to think as his body tensed in response, before coming up with an idea to calm his boss. To her surprise, she watched as her employee knelt down before the desk -- his actions ironing out those creases almost immediately.

"I know what you want, and -- don't mistake me -- you'll get what you want; I-I just... I just think that we'll both enjoy this a lot more if the tension was relaxed between us, e-even a little bit..." Kieran said as he placed his large yet gentle palms against the insides of his boss's thighs. Her features expressed her vacant mind as her eyes watched the stallion bring his ebon muzzle between her legs, his actions almost playing out to her in slow motion before contact was made. Kieran was very much new to first-mouth contact with the female anatomy, all he had to go on was the whispers and jokes that were made around the office by his masculine co-workers and their 'nights out on the town'. He opened his mouth just enough so that he would be able to make that first stroke with his tongue, beginning at her opening before slowly moving upwards -- all the while keeping his eyes glued to her face for clues about where to focus on. Before the cheetah had a chance to reach down and stop the stallion's head from advancing, and re-assert her dominance over him, the tip of that strong wide oral muscle began to press against her swollen clit. "K-k-k-kier--" She stuttered as the pressure mounted.

The stud had found his target.

Without skipping a beat, Kieran pushed at the cheetah's thighs, forcing her onto her back as the assault on her vital point began.

"N-n-n-not t-t-there!" She wailed out as her hands clawed battle-scars into the cheap office desk. But the stud continued to ignore her -- just this once -- as his tongue dragged back and forth over her bundle of nerves, unrelenting... at least until her thighs began to fight back against his hands, quickly overpowering him due to his lack of attention. Before he knew it, his head had become clamped in place as Tiana's thighs turned into a vice. He felt wave after wave pass through her body in the form of powerful tremors as he struggled to continue his assault within her tight confines. He didn't truly realize what it was he was doing until he watched his boss's chest arch up into the air. The real eureka moment for the stud was the undeniable and unrelenting squeal that pierced the relative silence of the office floor.

Before he even had a chance to gloat using his usual internal monologue, a clawed palm pushed against the stallion's forehead, knocking him off balance, and straight onto his arse -- his dripping tip slapping just above his right knee. He took a glance up to see the feline sitting as she was before; her body was a silhouette against the moonlight that poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, yet he could clearly parse her burning eyes through the darkness that shrouded her lithe form.

"Fuck. Me. Now." Was all Kieran heard as a low frequency, yet obviously dominant growl rumbled through the office air; her rumble was soon to be accompanied in contrast by the pitter-patter of, what sounded like, water droplets striking what must have been a thoroughly soaked patch of office carpet.

Kieran would _not_disobey his boss again.

As quickly as he was put onto the floor, the stallion had gotten back up and onto his hooves with the assistance of the now-damaged desk that his boss was currently leaking onto, and as soon as he got within touching distance, Tiana acted. Kieran watched as her legs raised and extended out to either side of his torso, not wasting a second in wrapping them around his waist pull him in close, so close that Kieran's twitching mass came to rest upon his the cheetah's belly, as his aching testicles slapped gently against her oozing vulva. In the time it took Kieran to form words in his mind, Tiana had relaxed her legs to allow Kieran to move his hips back, just as she clasped her hands around the back of the stud's swollen flare. Just as Kieran's tip stroked over the Tiana's clit and pressed against her opening, that freedom of movement was robbed from the stallion as those legs of hers crossed and linked over one another behind him, yanking the stud back into her in one smooth motion; and in that motion, he would feel two different resistances -- one that pressed against the face of his flare, then another that surrounded the entirety of it like a crushing force of gravity.

"I. Said. FUCK ME." She ordered just as the stallion's flare popped past her lips, his flare alone acting like the knot of a canine, offering the ensnared horse no escape.

"B-b-but boss, I-I'll..." Kieran whimpered, now regretting the value he placed on his job. "...I'm not going to be able to hold it in much longer!" he whined as his hips sheepishly began to move. What with his boss being so small, there really wasn't much room to work with, but -- like any other muscle in the body -- kieran would soon feel his mass making room as he slowly shunted his flare against the female's cervix, then back against the inside of her entrance. He heard claws gouging out channels in the desk once again as his movements became less jerky and more fluid, now afforded the room to at least get some momentum behind his thrusts; but the stud knew that things were coming to an close -- and quickly.

"T-Tiana, I'm gunna--"

"DO IT." She ordered, moaning through her gritted fangs as Kieran watched her chest rise once again, her spine curving into the air as her body spasmed with orgasmic tremors atop that ruined desk.

All it took was three firm thrusts:

One...

Two...

THREE.

The stud's features screwed up with raising intensity as his orgasm tipped the scales. That rigid tool between his legs solidified like freshly forged steel, the tip blooming hard against the end of the female's channel, his urethral slit pressing hard against her cervical entrance before he felt it hit hard. Kieran's balls rose up against the underside of his shaft, as if pressurizing his load for delivery, before it happened.

Tiana felt numb, her body tingling upon that desk, her body worn out even over the course of the ten to fifteen minutes that the stud was inside her; but all that paled in comparison to what she felt next. As her sweat-covered back lowered onto the desk, and she watched the stars of post orgasmic euphoria dance across the peripherals of her vision, she felt what only could have been described as a balloon of immense warmth being inflated, accompanied by the rapid beating of what felt like a second heart wedged inside her, before any external stimulus was felt. She looked down to see Kieran's tool throbbing between her legs, his tail rising then falling with each one of those 'heart beats'.

"Good boy." Was all Kieran heard over the sound of his own labored breathing, his torso leaning over her trembling form, droplets of sweat striking her front all over as his throbbing erection slowly began to subside, slowly softening, slowly receding. The stud grunted in response to his boss' praise, begrudging his actions instantly as he waited for his afterglow to fade out. He looked up to see Tiana looking up from under him, propping herself up with her hands behind her. "Thank you for giving me what my husband couldn't." She said as a single hand moved towards him, her hand cupping his defined jawline. Upon the realization that her boss is married, the stallion let out an audible gulp as the corners of the feline's lips curled up into a devious smile. "Oh? You didn't know? And here I was thinking that it was common knowledge." She cooed as her hand stroked towards his chin.

Something inside Kieran was stoked by the revelation, his heart rate once again beginning to rise before he managed to tear his eyes away from his boss's own; once again, the males arousal was on the rise -- and he hadn't even had the chance to remove his plug from her used and abused flower yet. "O-Oh god..." He huffed under his breath. Was his boss's adulterous behavior the cause of him being turned on? Was it the threat of being caught out by her husband? Before he had a chance to become ensnared by Tiana's talons once again though, the stud took a step backwards to 'remove' himself from the situation; as he stepped back, his flare made an audibly wet 'pop' as it was removed from the felines grasp, only to be covered up by the sound of a waterfall of stallion semen flowing from her and onto the floor.

"Don't worry about that -- the cleaners have dealt with worse in my time here." She said without a care in the world as she pushed herself off of her desk and onto her paw-pads, sauntering towards the stud as his fluids poured down her inner thighs. "But what you should worry about is what will happen to you if you tell anyone about this night." She said as she passed him, clearly stating a threat that was not empty, as she bent over to collect her clothes. "Am I understood?" She queried as she snapped upright, her eyes burning with authority and dominance as they glared back over her shoulder at him.

"Y-Yes Boss... I totally understand." He said timidly, his reinvigorated erection now slumping under the pressure of the threat as he too turned to collect his clothes in some vain attempt to regain his modesty.

"Good. Take the day off tomorrow -- you've earned it." She said as she retired to her own personal en-suite.

Left alone with his thoughts once again, Kieran's heart began to race as he desperately slipped each arm into each sleeve, putting his shirt back on before attempting to slot his shaking legs through each of his trouser legs. He stuffed his underwear into his back pocket; regardless of whether he wore them home or not, all his clothes would need to be thoroughly cleaned after a night of debauchery such as this. And yet -- whether Kieran liked it or not -- the night's events would not signal peace for him.

It was simply the beginning of things to come...