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Managing the pool at a country club wasn't the most difficult job in the world.

Truth be told, Ekkehardt felt guilty from time to time, thinking that his line of work was so cushy that he shouldn't have been paid to do it, much less the higher salary that he received for working at such an upscale venue.

When the middle of the summer came around, however, the narrative changed as quickly as the temperatures rose: simple problems and minor frustrations ballooned as though the hot air around him refused to be carried away...and even when a timely breeze did come around to offer some sort of relief, it was so fleeting that the following moments were that much worse by comparison.

At the end of a long day of helping to babysit over-privileged children and yelling at people to stop running around the pool, the fox was ready to call it a day and head home, but there was still paperwork to be done, lights to be turned off, gates to be locked...

"Ekkehardt, can we talk to you?"

...And employee complaints to be dealt with.

"Come on in, ladies," he said, though he refused to look up from his desk. "Is there something I can do for you?"

Cora knocking on the inside of the door frame was enough to get his attention, but every time he saw her, other frustrations came to the surface; the country club was using the heat as an excuse to eschew their normal dress code, allowing for both club members and lifeguards to wear a little less clothing than usual.

Usually, the lifeguards were restricted to simple, drab one-piece bathing suits, meant to look respectable at best and plain, at worst.

Over the course of the last week, however, Cora and Shea were granted the rare privilege to come into work with such a small amount of fabric on their bodies that it begged the question of practicality...and the argument for the same was thrown out the window when their attire became such a distraction that Ekkehardt could scarcely focus on the customers in the pool.

"A quick explanation would be nice, actually," Shea answered.

Great, he thought. They probably caught me looking once or twice...not like I was standing there and staring, but a single glance could be enough to cost me my job. Shit.

Ekkehardt prided himself on professionalism, but he was only mortal, and a long run without a good lay made it that much harder to keep his eyes to himself.

"I'm gonna need you to be a little more specific than that," Ekkehardt replied, doing his best to keep things professional through what felt like an obvious trap. "Were there trouble with the customers, or...?"

"No; it's with you," Shea cleared things up in an instant, though the look on her face didn't speak to someone wanting to complain. "I don't suppose you noticed earlier when I looked like I was having a little trouble climbing out of the pool?"

Ekkehardt sighed. "I...may have noticed that," he confessed. "I had to assume you were just toying with a friend."

"We are friends, right?"

If not for the oppressive heat, Ekkehardt would have been quicker to lean into that term and acknowledge the truth, but everything was getting on his nerves.

The office itself was sweltering, and for that alone, he was jealous of the canine sisters. His own outfit was still a tank top and a pair of shorts that felt too long for the first time that he could recall, but their fabric was far less than breathable, and now that there was someone in his office, it would have been a questionable decision to remove the top...and an unfathomable choice to remove his trunks.

"Yes, Shea...I...I'm sorry. Were you assaulted, or groped, or...?"

"None of the above," she stated, sounding offended for the first time, and at a very unusual time, at that. "And you didn't even see Cora when she was bent over the edge of the pool to chat with a couple of the regulars."

"Did they say something untoward?"

"No," Cora chimed in. "But my tail was lifted, and my thighs were spread, and you just walked right by me..."

Typical frustration outweighed the sexual variety until that very moment. When the switch was flipped, Ekkehardt felt like a proper fool, but some part of him still refused to believe that the girls were coming on so strong.

Cora's backside took care of that when she bumped it into the door of the office, closing it gently enough not to arouse suspicion from any other employees lingering around. Her paws drifted behind her back, letting her arms lean just right to push her breasts forward...and the subtle click of the door being locked became the final nail in the oblivious coffin.

"I still don't know exactly what you're wanting an explanation for," Ekkehardt claimed. "And I'm afraid to guess..."

Shea's fangs pushed through a knowing grin. "I don't think you need to guess, boss man...how could you make a couple girls work in this kind of heat without offering us some kind of relief throughout the day?"

"If you're even remotely suggesting what I think you are, where do you propose I would have offered you that kind of relief?"

"Right here in the office," Shea replied, her voice as quick as the bounce in her step. She moved away from the door and pushed the papers right from under Ekkehardt's nose, and when he was finally bothered to look up, a pair of full, soft breasts were hanging just in front of him, barely contained by an excuse for a top. "There are no cameras, no one's listening outside the door, customers can't come back this way anyway...what's to stop us from beating the heat?"

"The fact that there's no air conditioning in here," Ekkehardt answered dryly. "And that you're asking me to fuck one of my employees at work, to boot."

"Two of them," Cora reminded him. "If you give my sister preferential treatment, I'm not gonna keep quiet about it without a little incentive of my own."

"...So you're blackmailing me, now?"

"Go ahead and tell me that you don't want to take that bribe, Ekkehardt."

He couldn't remember the last time a deal sounded so enticing, but if word of what unfolded that night ever made it beyond the door, losing his job could be the least of his problems.

"Do you girls have any idea how unprofessional you're behaving, right now?"

Cora looked over at her sister with a cocked brow, wondering if perhaps the fox still hadn't picked up on what they were offering. "That was kinda the point, Ekkehardt."

"So I'd gathered, but...you really think I can let this kind of nonsense go unpunished?"

The shift in his tone was just enough for Shea to get an idea of what was coming next, but she didn't think Ekkehardt would be so bold as to return the favor: where she'd made a mess of his workstation and tossed his papers to the floor, he reached across the desk and gripped the tiny patch of cotton between her breasts, clipping it with his claws and tugging it away in a breath.

Shea couldn't have asked for a better response, but to see her usually calm and collected boss come unglued was a thrilling sight, such that she lost her teasing bravado for a moment.

"Keep that door locked, ladies...and show me just how you were bent over at the pool today," he instructed. "I want to make sure the details on these write-ups are completely accurate."

Ekkehardt wasn't going to wait for the taboo of the situation to dawn on the girls; being intimate around one's sister should have been enough to give them pause, but the fox was delighted with how quickly Cora tugged her own top up and away from her body, the effortless display giving credence to just how pointless her uniform had become.

"Technically, it's not gonna be accurate if we're not wearing anything," she pointed out. "What happened to recreating this down to the detail?"

"Just for that little snap, your sister gets to go first," Ekkehardt shot back, proving that he could still be a vicious boss when given the chance. "And I hope that she'll let that be a lesson to her , too."

Cora's sultry grin faded into a pout as she watched her sister climb over the front of the desk. The eager canine plopped right down on the edge and crossed her legs, taking as demure a posture as she could in that moment...but the girls had already worn down Ekkehardt's resolve.

He wasn't worried about making love to the pair, or even being gentle with them; if they were so intent on breaking down his walls and letting him vent his frustration, he wasn't going to hold anything back.

"A lesson that I should knock things off your desk more often?" she asked, but she was only halfway through the words when she felt Ekkehardt's grip between her legs, prying her thighs apart despite an honest struggle. "That's a weird lesson, boss man."

"My name is Ekkehardt," he reminded her, his voice layered with excess grit. "And you're not bent over like you should be...do you want your punishment or not?"

Just putting the act in such terms was enough to thrill Shea, but she didn't have to tell her boss that: her body was giving perhaps the most obvious signal it could in the form of a slow, lazy drizzle of arousal, leaking around the crotch of her swim bottoms.

The fabric over her mound was so thin that Ekkehardt could already make out every detail, but his greed wouldn't be satisfied by that.

He needed the full, unbridled show...the visceral warmth and the delicate, tempting scent of her womanhood demanded further appreciation.

"Who would want a punishment?" Shea asked, trying to play coy with her boss for as long as she could...but the strength in his grip conveyed that she'd already teased him a step too far. "Although, I...h-heh...I guess if I'm ever gonna learn my lesson, I could use a one..."

"You don't have a choice in the matter."

Tugging her by the legs, Ekkehardt yanked the husky right into his standing lap, but he refused to let her legs clutch around his lower back.

They only made it as far as starting to cross behind him when he gripped her thighs again and forced her to turn in his clutch. She offered a little less resistance with every movement, and by the time her feet were on the floor and her breasts were pushed into the desk, her tail lifted not at Ekkehardt's behest, but with an eager and inviting display.

" Mreeep! W-what...what do you mean 'no choice,' Ekkehardt? Aren't you afraid of being blackmailed anymore?"

"Does he seem like he is, sis?" Cora asked, speaking for the panting, growling fox. "He's practically gone feral with need...hard to believe he was able to resist coming after us for such a long time."

"Poor guy just needs to blow off a little steam, doesn't he?" Shea asked, the question taunting Ekkehardt's recent dry spell. "Being the boss must be a difficult job, and we made it so much harder on him..."

The fox was already leaning over Shea's back, pushing the covered weight of his erection against the curve of her backside. Tired, rough fabric pressed and ground against the underside of her tail, prompting her to reach back and offer that first sample of relief.

She just managed to pinch the trunks in her fingertips, but she couldn't manage the needed grip; the tables were turned, leaving her to be teased with the promise of such a full, thick cock.

"He made it harder on himself, honestly. He could have come after us as many times as he wanted, and he just kept standing and staring like a proper gentleman..."

Cora didn't sound quite as sympathetic, but she was still happy to fire up her boss, thinking that he might need a little extra motivation to tend to the needs of both of his employees.

Eager as she was to get to her turn, she came the rest of the way around the desk and gripped Ekkehardt right by the waistline of his trunks, tugging them down in a quick, impressive display.

"I do love a little chivalry, but that's not what I we need right now," Cora carried her thought as she watched Ekkehardt's cock spring up, freed from the interwoven, fabric prison that held it for the day. " That's what we need, sis...wanna do the honors?"

"He was the one who said I didn't have a choice in the matter."

The girls had a better grasp on their collective lust than Ekkehardt did over his own, but they weren't looking for their boss to be gentle with them.

A little warning would have been nice for Shea, who felt a thrust against the pucker of her tailhole, only to immediately feel an adjustment and a deep, sudden press against the mound of her womanhood.

"And I g-guess he meant it...f-fuck...you're really just going for it, Ekkehardt?!"

For all the banter that came before, Shea didn't seem to have the same level of confidence in her boss that the playful words would have implied.

Whatever straw finally broke the camel's back, the lucky canine was on the other side of a pump that would have forced a scream out of her lungs, if she didn't have her own wrist to bite down on.

Fangs sunk into that flesh as she tried to find a quick and reliable form of purchase; all she accomplished was raking her own flesh with the tips of her fangs as Ekkehardt pinned her body down to the desk from behind, using her hips for all the leverage he could ever need.

And it feels like he's just getting started, she thought. What's he gonna do to me when he really comes undone...?

She wouldn't be kept waiting long for her answer.

As Cora pulled her own panties down and kicked them behind her with careless effort, Shea was being pushed to the brink by the first few thrusts, curious and probing, from the eager fox.

"Don't tell me he's already got you on the edge," Cora teased, looking over at her sister with an undeniable interest. "You sound like you're in heat or something, sis..."

Reaching between her own legs, Cora found she had all the motivation she needed in the form of such an erotic display, and petals were quick to share their delicate moisture with her fingertips. Rolling digits against her folds and prying them apart, Cora hoped she might sway her boss to switch sides in the middle of the act...but she didn't realize how accurate the feral description was.

Ekkehardt was running blind, knowing only that his cock was being bathed with gracious juices on every pass...thinking only of the end goal of impregnating whatever lucky woman was on the other side of his plentiful length.

That he was so close to knocking up one of his own employees would have been a source of greater concern to him, if he wasn't so eagerly pumping every inch of his cock into her quivering passage.

"Hot as it is outside, I may as well be," Shea forced her way through every word, but the strain had become such that she couldn't hide it anymore; if anyone was still hanging around the pool after hours, there would be no secrets about what the husky sisters were up to, that evening. "Pretty sure if he doesn't pull out...h-he's...gonna breed me..."

As serious as that would have been, Shea didn't sound all that worried about it.

If anything, she was absolutely desperate for it, and as great a lust as she felt, her sister wasn't going to be the voice of reason in that pivotal moment.

"Damn...r-right...I am..."

Those words were the only proof Ekkehardt could give that he was still remotely in control of his actions, but his body was intent on pounding and crashing into Shea's own, no matter what his vocal cords would have produced.

The desk was scraping the floor, cheap metal grinding against a concrete floor, the piercing skreeep telling of just how much force the husky had to contend with...and making Cora that much more jealous, ever step of the way.

"Pretty sure I'm not learning my lesson any time soon, boss man," Shea taunted him one last time, but at that, she felt a bite against the scruff on the back of her neck and a scoop under her torso; she'd been trying to match his pace until that point, but locking in fully and forcing her to stand on her tiptoes, Ekkehardt gave the lucky lady no choice to be taken with his utmost ferocity, until he was satisfied...

...She couldn't believe that he outlasted her when his driving, crashing hips were doing all the work.

"Should have kept my f-fucking mouth shut," Shea cursed herself, feeling the spur of an orgasm. "Please, slow down...I...I d-don't wanna cum yet, damn it!"

She knew she was already too far gone to stop it, but some stubborn part of her spirit was still biting back against that pleasure, thinking that she might be able to contain herself before the silky, dripping warmth of her release utterly bathed the fox.

It didn't matter that she was torn between wishing that Ekkehardt would listen, and wishing that he'd just keep thrusting past her tight, gripping resistance: she already knew what he would do, even before she felt the slapping of his sack against her pubic mound, adding a pleasant backing to an already wonderful symphony.

"Too fucking bad...the boy wants to breed you," Cora pointed out. "And I'm eager to get to my turn, so hurry up...take his cum already, you greedy little slut!"

Ekkehardt didn't think to pry into just how close the sisters were before that evening, but on the other side of such a lustful whirlwind, he'd pry a little further into just how common an occurrence it was that they shared a dick.

He also wasn't going to get ahead of himself, when he felt the unique and constant grip of Shea's release: her technique was completely lost, prompting inner walls to flutter and milk at Ekkehardt's cock in the hopes of bringing him over the edge with her.

"Watch your m-mouth, sis...or I won't leave any for you!" Shea threatened, thinking she might be able to work every last drop out of the fox, if she was lucky enough to lock him into place.

The weight of his knot hammered against her petals, spreading them wider with every crash of their trembling bodies...but the poor girl was left wanting, as excess trails of seed poured back out of her womanhood, forming a river of mingled cream on her inner thighs.

"Looks to me like he didn't give you a choice in the matter," Cora looked back over her shoulder, her interest peaked.

Fingertips that were already soaked through with liquid desire pushed up and into her parted folds for a moment, thinking that she'd have to take care of her own needs while Ekkehardt was recovering. "You would go and wear him out before I got a shot at him," she groaned at her sister, but the sound shifted as she hooked her fingertips in, toward her g-spot. "Good thing I'm no stranger to sneaking in a quickie at work..."

She was ready to take things from start to finish, but Shea was too exhausted to offer her sister a word of warning...and she was already grinning at what she could see unfolding.

Panting hard, letting steamy breaths taint the closed air of the office, Ekkehardt stepped back, unleashing a flood of seed to the floor; the side of the desk was painted with vulpine seed in an instant.

Some of those same beads of warm, fresh yield spilled aside Cora's ankle as she held her posture, but she was shocked to feel a grip around her wrist: her boss was pulling her arm away from the spot, yanking her fingertips away from their diligent work.

"H-hey, what the fuck do you t-think you're...o-oh... fuuuuuuck!"

Crying out at the very first thrust, Cora experienced only a moment of what Shea had already been through, and thanks to more than enough prep work, she was soaking inside, welcoming the impressive flesh of the fox with blissful ease.

The first pass came and went so quickly that Cora didn't have a chance to object to her boss treating her like she was just another bitch to be bred: she couldn't even complain that her own sister's juices were being smeared across her insides as Ekkehardt proved himself every bit the breeder that the girls could have hoped for.

"If you're g-gonna take me like this...y-you...you'd better have saved some of that f-fuckin' cum for me, Ekkehardt," she called back, trying her best to sound demanding...but from the first, wonderful kiss of his cock against her deepest reaches, it was clear who was calling the shots; if he didn't feel like giving her a single drop, she wouldn't get it, save for the remnant mess that was already being pushed into her womb.

Whatever they'd unleashed in the fox, however, there was no question that Cora would have her fill.

It was only a matter of how much he had left to give, and how much longer the pinned husky would be able to take the hammering thrusts of an eager vulpine.

"That's it...t-that's the way, Ekkehardt...d-damn...are you trying to break my hips?!" her moans turned to impassioned cries, her voice escaping any sense of control or modesty.

The pain that came with being pounded so firmly against the desk was no minor detail, but as far as Cora was concerned, it was entirely welcome: she wanted Ekkehardt to genuinely pour the entirety of his frustrations into her willing, eager passage, right along with any seed that he had left to offer.

Swinging down and slapping hard against the back of her thighs, his sack told the story of plenty of cum being left in the reserves.

"So eager to take your turn, and then, when he really starts going at it...all you can do is bitch and moan about it," Shea teased. "A dedicated employee would be glad for the opportunity, like I was..."

Reaching between her legs and playing with the dangling, errant strands of seed that Ekkehardt left behind, Shea was hopeful that whatever came over their boss would make another appearance in the near future...but she didn't want to overlook the hedonistic delights that were spilling over her fingertips.

Spreading them between her digits, she pushed both fingers back into her passage, wanting to make sure that every drop stayed within her until she had a chance to pull her panties back on.

She was utterly greedy for the mess...and Cora was just glad for the chance to feel it.

"Would you s-stop ruining this for me?"

"Nope."

Ekkehardt was keeping his voice contained while the sisters had their spat, but there were plenty of growls to be had when the fox found his stride anew.

Deep, proper thrusts crashed into the eager husky, until the pads of her feet couldn't grip the floor properly anymore...but Ekkehardt was truly dedicated to his favorite employees.

Grabbing her thighs and tugging her legs all the way off the floor, he mounted her like a proper vulpine, keeping her helpless, dangling form at just the right range to take the full length of his cock on every thrust.

"Ekkehardt, you...o-oh gods...you're g-gonna break me!" Cora unleashed herself at the fox with her voice, having nothing more than that to keep pace with him any longer.

She couldn't have been happier about the way that his grip elevated her body, forcing the angle of his thrusts and the flood of his seed to take a downward slope.

When she finally had pleasure of feeling the powerful vibrations, trembling their way through the length of his cock, she was that much more grateful to not have to worry about her wobbling knees or curling toes.

She was granted the chance to simply exist in the moment, knowing depths of pleasure that she'd never known at the behest of a less capable lover...and all she could offer in return was a small, messy gush of her own, as trickling juices trailed their way down the shaft of the vulpine's cock.

It still didn't prove enough for him to bury the width of his knot within her, but as gush after gush of potent seed flooded her body and stayed right where it was, Cora didn't think she'd need the bulge to get the job done...and even if she did, she knew Ekkehardt was up to the task.

"Think he's got enough in the tank for round two?" Shea asked, having worked herself back into a frenzy at her sister's overt, erotic display.

Cora still needed a moment to catch her breath, but she was nodding her head against the side of the desk, her fur matted by a tiny pool of her own spit.

"He...he'd better..."