Dinner at the Dean's
Charlie sat down across the table from the Dean; to his left, at the end of the table, sat the Dean's wife. Charlie had been invited to dinner by the Dean who'd wanted to discuss several important matters with Charlie regarding his upcoming scholarship. The Doberman of course had accepted the offer and now sat in a large, luxurious dining room at a table that seemed too long for only three people to be seated at.
The Dean was an aged lion in his mid sixties. His wife was significantly younger. There were many rumours that Mrs. Merrymoore was in fact the Dean's daughter and not his wife, but the truth was that her family and the Dean's had had a long standing marriage agreement that was settled much later than had been expected.
"How are your studies?" the Dean asked Charlie, starting off their conversation before dinner.
"They're doing quite nicely," Charlie responded, leaning back slightly in the comfortable dining chair.
"You have Mr. Fenser for one of your classes, do you not?" the lion inquired.
"I do. I quite enjoy his classes, they're rather fun," Charlie said.
"Yes. He certainly has a way of making his students pay attention in his classes," the Dean chuckled.
As the Dean and the Doberman talked, Shentia watched them with casual interest, not really paying any attention to what was said. At the sound of the stove buzzer, the lioness, in her early thirties, rose and left the dining room to attend to the meal. It wasn't too long before she returned with three plates and a handful of utensils which she placed on the table in front of her husband and their guest. She then returned to the kitchen and proceeded to deliver to them platters of food. Crisp roast potatoes, steaming vegetables, gravy and lastly a roast duck.
"It all looks so delicious, dear," the Dean praised his wife. As she turned to sit in her chair once more, the Dean gave her a loving slap on the rear.
"Help yourself," Shentia invited, waving a hand at Charlie.
The young Doberman eagerly began to serve himself. He placed a healthy serving of food on his plate and when the Dean and his wife were ready to eat, Charlie ate.
As the three enjoyed their meal, Charlie and Yoral continued their discussion. The topic ranged from grades, to money, to teachers' attitudes and eventually to upcoming assignments. Shentia quietly watched and only half listened.
When the meal was finished, the empty plates were pushed away and the chairs creaked as those sitting in them leaned back. After a couple of minutes, Shentia stood and began to clear the table.
"That was delicious. Thank you," Charlie said.
"You're very welcome," the lioness replied with a smile.
When she'd finished clearing the table, Shentia stood by a small bar behind Yoral and picked up a square glass bottle. She picked up a small glass and poured some of the liquid from the bottle into it and then placed the glass in front of her husband.
"Would you like a scotch?" the Dean asked his guest as he picked up his glass.
"Uh, yes, thank you," Charlie replied.
After pouring the Doberman his drink and giving it to him, Shentia sat in her seat and flared the conversation once more.
"You were talking about..." The lioness began, actively feeding the conversation now. She asked questions and seemingly to listened intently. But it was all a ploy. She feigned interest in the conversation, letting it press on then sparking it up again when it died down. After about twenty minutes, Yoral began to yawn sleepily. Shentia placed her hand on her husband's arm and leaned close to talk softly in his ear.
"Go sit in the lounge, you're tired. I'll let our guest out."
Standing and bidding his guest goodnight, Yoral left the dining room. Charlie began to rise from his chair as well, but Shentia looked at him with eyes the seemed to glitter.
"Don't go yet, you haven't had dessert," the lioness said as she pushed her chair away from the table and leaned back in it. Shentia was a curvy female with perky C-cups. She wore a dark blue velvet dress that showed off the top of her bust and cut off just below her hips. The fabric clung to her figure leaving little to the imagination. Charlie's gaze seemed compelled to admire the lovely lioness' curves. As Shentia saw the Doberman's gaze lower, she spread her legs slowly, making the tight dress rise and reveal what it concealed beneath.
Charlie stared at Shentia's plump, exposed womanhood, a large bulge instantly sprouting in his pants. Seeing the Doberman's sight settle between her legs, Shentia idly trailed a hand up the inside of her thigh and gently touched her finger to her folds.
The canine gulped then began to stammer, "Y-your h-husband is i-in the n-n-next r-roo-ooom..." The Doberman struggled to get out the words as he watched the lioness of 37 slowly rub her privates openly.
"Don't worry about him," Shentia said in a soft, soothing voice as she stood up. "He's out cold by now. The sleeping pill I put in his scotch will have seen to that." The lioness moved around the table and lifted a leg over Charlie's lap so that she was standing over him. Taking his hands in hers, Shentia placed them on her thighs and began to slide them up, lifting her short dress.
Charlie's eyes stared at the cleavage before them. Shentia's fur was soft on his finger pads and her skin warm. As the bulge in his pants begged to be released, the Doberman's hands, guided by Shentia's, slid higher up the lioness' body, lifting her dress higher and higher.
Shentia moved her hands to her shoulders and pushed her dress off them, one side at a time, with slow, seductive motions. Next, she pulled the top down to expose her perky breasts. Her hard, pink nipples instantly caught Charlie's attention and he lifted his hands to grope them. But Shentia would not allow it. She took hold of his wrists and calmly replaced them on her now bare waist. With his hands where she wanted them, the lioness took hold of her dress and lifted it up over her head before discarding it on the floor.
"Stick out your tongue," Shentia said in a motherly tone. Charlie obeyed obediently, his eyes still staring hungrily at her breasts.
Placing one hand on the back of the Doberman's head and drawing him closer to her bust, Shentia gently placed one breast on his tongue.
"Now suck," the lioness instructed. Charlie closed his mouth around her nipple and began to suckle like a baby. To his surprise, his mouth was soon filled with a sweet tasting liquid, mother's milk. He swallowed the fluid eagerly, enjoying the taste. Moving his hands to her hips, Charlie continued to suck the nipple in his mouth. Shentia moaned as he did.
The lioness lolled her head back and to the sides as the Doberman drank from her body. His tongue rubbed against her nipple as he sucked, sending waves of pleasure through her. She felt wanted, desired, and as the feelings grew inside her, she shifted her hips forward, instinctively searching for something to impale herself on. Looking down at the Doberman, she pet his head as if he were her own child, then moved him to her other breast.
After a few minutes, Shentia pushed Charlie's head back and looked down into his eyes. He saw the ravenous lust within them and felt all nervousness wash away. Reaching down, she undid his pants and drew out his long, hard penis. Grasping it in her hand, she lowered herself onto it slowly, guiding it into her body. Charlie gasped a little as her folds wrapped around his length, feeling as though he'd erupt inside her right there. But the Doberman gritted his teeth and forced himself to hold on. Finally, Shentia swallowed the whole seven inches, moaning as she did.
Charlie wrapped his arms around the lioness, his hands moving up and down her back, and held her close. Their bodies pressed together, their body heat mixing. Shentia moaned softly as Charlie kissed her neck. She hung her head back and he kissed her throat and chest. Soon, the lioness began to shift her hips forward and back. She moved slowly at first, grinding herself against him. She felt shameless, cared nothing for her husband. In these moments of secret passion, she ignored the ring on her finger as one ignores the sun on a cloudy day.
Her moans began to fill the room as her movements began to get faster. Charlie's hands moved down to her rear, groping her cheeks as her tail flicked about under the table between his thumbs. Holding her arse firmly, he pulled her towards him, driving his body deep into hers. He licked her nipples as he felt the pleasure inside him build. He felt like he'd blow at any moment.
Shentia rocked her hips back and forth, faster and faster. Her body seemed to soar as ecstasy filled every corner of her mind. She held his head against her chest, his muzzle nestled between her breasts. Like a sex crazed teenager, the adult lioness fucked the Doberman, throwing her hips forward onto his manhood savagely. As her back arched, she leaned back, her legs stretching out behind the chair.
"Yes, YES!" Shentia cried out.
"I, I'm going to... I can't hold on!" Charlie said, his voice muffled by her breasts.
"Yes, do it! Don't be afraid, come inside me!" Shentia's voice was filled with primal, lustful bliss as she shouted the words.
The Doberman could hold on no longer. Heaven itself seemed to explode within him. His seed rushed forward and filled the lioness' body. He tried to hold her body against his, but she continued to grind back and forth, bringing a new explosion of pleasure with each forward thrust. The Doberman felt warmth flow over his lap as his cum and her fluids mixed and spilled out of her. Feeling her muscles tighten around his member, Charlie knew she had reached her own peak, as well.
The lioness roared as her body convulsed and surged with euphoria. She held Charlie's face to her chest and continued to grind her hips back and forth, milking every last nerve twitching charge of pleasure from both of their bodies before finally settling down. Collapsing onto the canine, Shentia breathed heavily over his shoulder, her eyes closed and her body drained of energy. Charlie gently caressed her back, his length still buried deep inside her body. She had a slender frame and wasn't very heavy to his muscular body, so he let her rest, laying limp and draped over him like some kind of fur rug.
After about ten minutes, Charlie whispered into the lioness' ear, "Mrs. Merrymoore."
Shentia shifted and sat up. She blinked her eyes and looked at the Doberman sleepily.
"I'm sorry," she said, "I must've dozed off. Please, call me Shentia." The lovely lioness got off the Doberman and picked up her dress. Her demeanour seemed different, this Charlie picked up on instantly. Though she didn't seem to regret her actions, she certainly didn't seem excited by them. It was as though she had just performed a necessary evil for the greater good.
The lioness didn't dress. She just stood there, holding her dress for a moment before turning around to look at Charlie, a sweet smile on her lips.
"Come with me, you can borrow a pair of Yoral's pants. He hasn't worn them in years so he won't miss them." Shentia led Charlie through the lounge where the Dean lay in a large reclining chair, snoring softly. The Doberman paused for a moment to look at the age lion and felt a hint of excitement rush through him as he thought about what he had just done.
With his own pants folded up under his arm and a borrowed pair covering his lower body, Charlie made his way back through the lounge to the front door. Shentia followed him, still naked. She opened the door for him and bid him goodbye. As he left, she grabbed his arm gently and planted a soft kiss on his lips, passion and desire still lingering deep in her eyes.
"Don't be a stranger," the lioness said before closing the door behind the Doberman.