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A story I came up with off the clock, and ran with. I like it and the characters, and may use them again, though this is not a main series. Not bad also for just under 10k words (9,790).

_FHR: Furs & Human Resources Department _ (Yes I did think that was clever)

Millie and Matt both belong to me, and cannot be used or reused without my permission.

Warning:

The following story contains adult material and depiction's of sexual and Kink based activity. If you are under 18 or whatever age of consent in your Province, Municipality, State, Country, Nation etc. then do not read further.

You have been warned and told, and should you ignore or choose to look anyway even if you're not of age may your God (or gods, whatever) pour hot acid down your throat and dissolve your testicles into snakes (And if you're female, then your insides, since you don't have testicals, which may be a bummer for some of you or a blessing for the rest).

If you do not care for sexual or kink material then you can close the window or go elsewhere, and if you don't mind then enjoy, these options are free for everyone.

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When it involves the comings and goings of the daily running of the typical office workplace; One comes to expect the most boring and mundane existence possible. Where the slow spiraling death of workplace rigidity and overtly choreographed soul sucking routines was expected of office environments. Now there were some exceptions (there always are), but these were few and usually was based on the morale and personalities of the workers there.

The Richards & Summerson Office workplace was among the small percentage of offices that was that exception. Even then, the thing that made it a part of the exception was one lone and very worn figure.

Amelia Crossack, or "Millie," was a beautiful and succulent young vixen. Twenty-eight years old, with a slim build, large set of breasts and a firm ass that would not quit. You could bounce nickels and even dollars off of it (and many had). She was slender in the waist but taller than most of her kind. She had a kind face, one that was used to smiling and winking at others. Her blue eyes were tantalizing, though most folks never looked at her eyes for long given the rest of her. She was red and orange furred with sleek milk white around her muzzle and chest, going all the way down her stomach. Her ears and the tips of her paws were commonly black furred (for foxes).

Millie was the office secretary for Mr. Richardson and Mr. Summerson, the firms founders. She also was a consultant for Public relations and Communications. Her final and most important job at the firm was slightly different though.

Millie was the unofficial, office slut.

The girl was no stranger to the acts of sex, and she never shied away from anything to do with it either. Anal, blowjobs, hand-jobs, rough-fuck, slow-fuck, boob-job, just about anything one wanted to try she had done, or was willing to do.

She was almost predatory in her sexual congregation. Hunting down and targeting her chosen targets with calculated precision.

She often prowled the hallways of the office floor, looking for someone on break. She would also keep an eye out for anyone passing by, or someone who was looking especially sad or down. They were by far her favorite kinds of prey. The curvy vixen took great delight in spending time with something buried in some part of her, or making someone go from sad too happy in the best way she knew how.

It was a contested and much debated discussion of office gossip and lore, if Millie truly was a nymphomaniac, or just loved to screw. Whatever the reason she did it, the vixen took to it like a pro.

Most (if not all) of the males in the office were content with her presence (some even more so). Even most of the female staff didn't mind her. She attracted the attention of the ass grabbers and boys club, leaving the other females alone, which they preferred and liked. There was no one who really could be called her enemy in the office at all.

A few of the female staff however, thought it was rather tasteless and scandalous for how much the vixen seemed to enjoy her sexual debauchery, but that vitriol never rose to the level of enemy. Still, that didn't stop them from making complaints.

These complaints were handled by FHR, the Furs & Human Resources Department. More precisely its department head, the young Dog Fox. Matt Baker.

He was a young Todd, about twenty five years old. Tall and slender with a penchant for slouching even when standing. His fur was dark rusty red, and looked dirtied. Even when he took a bath or shower, it still looked worse for wear. His brown eyes seemed as dull as his fur, but they were sharp and saw more than the foxes face (or mouth) would let on. His muzzle was narrow, with a slight curve of a goatee just under his chin. Dark bags clouded under his eyes, giving him a sickly look about the face, though he was very fair on the eyes otherwise. Slim with a tail that curled slightly almost like a huskies, different from the usual fox paint brush like appendage.

If Millie could be said to be anyone's nemesis or enemy in the office, it would be Matt. Not in a rival or malicious stance, but simply by the process of their roles in the office. As the head of FHR, Matt was supposed to deal with the personal complaints of the staff. Furthermore Millie's "extracurricular" activities in the office were not very professional, nor were they legal at least by office rules and the local jurisdictions mandates.

It was a legal cluster fuck from any standpoint. Because they were paying Millie as an employee, it could be argued that this was some from of prostitution. Or worse, an attempt to get around anti-prostitution laws.

There was also the legal standpoint of consent. While the sultry vixen may be willing, there was the concern with the implication of pressures and or coercion in getting to her to give consent for her continued employment. Matt knew enough about Millie (and the office) to know this was not the case, but an implication in the current social climate would still not be good for their image.

That was another issue. The integrity and reputation of the office as a professional space was theoretically at risk with her onboard. Though given how the founders and bosses had no issue with it--Hell they often partook of her services--and the fact that the exploits of their offices resident dick sucker were tales most legendary among the local businesses, this was the least important concern.

No matter the level of concerns, Matt had to address them as well as the personal complaints against Millie. It was his job and duty, but there were several complications that made him reluctant to adhere to those duties.

The first complication was that Matt himself was very uncomfortable with the whole situation in general. He was not a prude nor a virgin, but that said, he found it squeamish and bizarre to be addressing such issues at work. Sexual harassment was one thing, but this was a whole new level of inappropriate mixed with awkwardness that was slow pilling his mind to insanity.

The other complication was that Matt didn't know how to talk or be around Millie at all. The way she didn't even think twice about her actions as inappropriate, or had any concern that she may be devaluing herself, made him pause. Matt always was tripping over himself metaphorically and socially to be self-conscious and not give off the wrong vibes to his coworkers.

Being around the sexually free and seemly immoral vixen made him feel weird and slightly inadequate. As such, his many attempts to correct her behavior had fallen through. He could never be as aggressive as he wanted, nor could he sum up the courage or strength to really go over with her, the exact details of her actions or the complaints about them. To be frank, she scared him.

Often the todd got tongue tied, or shy around her. Even worse was how she totally talked around him, not seeming to even hear or really focus on his objections and words. It added to the overall sense of futility Matt had begun to experience when addressing the female fox.

Because of this, he had started to avoid Millie at all costs. Even ignoring the complaints sent to his office about her. The staff who complained soon got frustrated and discouraged with the lack of action on his part. The ones who didn't complain, didn't seem to care (cause of course they wouldn't) and were most appreciative of keeping their vixen toy.

The bosses were also in no hurry to press him on the matter. He doubted he had any real ability to punish her without their backing anyway, and it was doubtful they would give it. Not with how well that vixen mouth of hers had been trained through sheer experience and practice. So ignoring the problem seemed to be the best solution.

Of course ignoring the problem only worked if both sides were aware of it. Millie apparently wasn't aware.

That day around noon, as Matt made his way to the break room for his lunch, he entered the same hallway as the vixen in question.

She sported a short black skirt with a set of thigh high silk stockings while wearing a loose fitting women's sized top. It was white with gold lace about the collar and lining. She wore a gold bow in her auburn hair, and a gold tree of life necklace around her neck.

The vixen was all bubbly and sweet, skipping over the ground with a stride that carried much joy. She caught him walking towards her and came to a halt, giving the male a sultry look and wink.

Matt blushed and gazed at the ground, which backfired immensely as he realized he was now staring at her feet.

The vixen went barefoot all the time, loving the feel of the carpet under her toes. It also covered up her footsteps meaning she could creep and stalk her prey without leaving a sound. Much like a predator in the wild.

The male fox gulped and groaned as he realized her toenails were painted aqua blue (matching her eyes), twitching along with those wiggling black furred toes into the tanned carpet. Matt tried to ignore the slight teasing of his sheath as his cock tip pressed against his pants.

Matt was wearing his simple black and gold suit with a grayish striped dress shirt and silver speckled tie. Black pants with black dress shoes. Aside from the silver wrist band and gold watch on his wrists he wore nothing else worth note. His brown air was slicked back to avoid getting hair in his eyes, which shared the space on his face with his silver ringed glasses.

He suddenly brought his eyes back up to her face when she coughed to get his attention. His blush only deepened as he encountered her sultry grin.

"Hello there, Mr. FHR head," she teased. Her voice was soft and sweet, high pitched but not so that it pierced your ear drums. She sounded like one of those phone call girls you paid to talk sexy for you. It was actually kind of fitting he realized.

"Uhh, Amelia!" He sighed. Turning his head away to avoid looking at her pretty face or her heat inspiring feet.

"Millie!...Please." She insisted, giving a rare frown before it quickly was reabsorbed into another smile.

"...Millie, you know you can call me Matt. Or Mr. Baker," grumbled the dog fox hotly. "Saying Mr. FHR Head is like a title, not my name." Matt finished with another sigh.

The vixen clicked her tongue and put her arms behind her back, giving him a way too innocent look as she twisted her body to press her breasts outward and arching her tail high to waft the scent of her nethers towards him.

"Oh of course, but that begs the question doesn't it?" Millie started. Leaning forward so that the male could see down the front of her barely constricted top. "Do you prefer I call you Matt...Or Mr. Baaakkkeerrr!" she moaned, shaking her breasts energetically.

Matt nearly died right there on the spot.

---And no that was not an exaggeration, his heart literally almost stopped. NO don't laugh you sick bastards, it was really serious.---

Normally her flirting and advances were kept to simple looks and body language. Ever since the first time she propositioned him by asking him if he wanted her to blow him like a piccolo. Matt not only had declined the offer (after much stuttering and brain freezes) but threatened to have her written up under sexual harassment complaints of his own if she ever did so again. That had ended her direct advances...Until now.

"Ughh, eheheh," stuttered the tall male fox sheepishly.

"Oh, Vixen got the todds tongue?" snickered Millie cruelly.

Matt tried to summon up the courage to handle her advance diplomatically. "D-Do you n-n-need to be so vulgar?" He inquired. "Have you no sense of decency or self respect, that you think nearly flashing me is a-appropriate?" The vixen however, only looked at him and shook her head with a giggle.

"You're so cute when you're flustered. Decency and self respect? Have you ever thought that maybe others have a different view of those things compared to yours on the subject?" She shoved back at him.

Matt looked sheepish, and taken back. "B-But, you must k-know..." he began, but she coldly pushed past him and leaned herself on the wall.

"Here I am, coming back from a hearty little lunch session in the break room, and I'm getting slut shamed by a tight ass who doesn't even realize what he's missing," goaded the vixen.

"What I'm missing?" glared the male fox. He was starting to get angry, which for him was a big thing, especially around her. "Maybe this is hard for someone like you to understand miss, but I'm supposed to be missing those activities. This is an office not a frat party or an orgy!" he snapped.

She glared back at him, her usual bubbly persona loosening as she faced the repulsed todd directly.

"Someone like me hmmm," she hissed. "And what is that Mr. Baker. Someone who knows how to actually get some every now and then?"

"Ha, far more than just now and then, isn't it Millie?" He shot back. Matt was too caught up in the moment to notice how uncharacteristically brusk he was being. "Lets be honest, you couldn't go more than a few hours without someone else's DNA leaking from you!"

She raised her paw as if to slap him, but lowered it after taking a minute to collect herself.

"Even now, you still can't call me what you want to call me can you?" She teased. Seeing the look of panic cross his face she was rewarded with an answer. "Oh poor little todd, too weak and too weak willed to do what you want...Or take what you want."

He glowered at her. "You know you can't be talking to me like this," he angrily stated.

"Why not, weak fox?" Millie growled. "Ever since that first day you approached me, you've tried to use your position to deny me, without ever realizing you were just denying yourself. All the looks, all the flirting and you still never get the hint and or let yourself indulge!" She groaned.

"You're crazy. I don't indulge, because it's not appropriate for a work place, and it's my job to enforce that! He slammed back.

"You sound so lame, don't you even realize that?" Poked Millie right back, going with him tit for tat. She flushed her body towards him and crossed her elbows under her breasts, propping them up cause she knew it would make him uncomfortable. She crossed her legs as well and flashed him her bare toes invitingly.

Matt gulped nervously, but he decided to take the opportunity that the conversation was providing him.

"What I sound like doesn't matter," he began. "This is a place of business and we need to treat it as such, not like our personal living space. You have to realize that there are other people in this office, people who you need to respect, as well as yourself..." he trailed off.

'Dammit, this does sound real lame doesn't it?'

Millie rolled her blue eyes and sighed, leaning her head back against the wall.

"You really need to light up Matt," she grumbled. "You should be thanking me for all the attention I give you. I can't imagine a weak willed little fox cub like you gets much else from females, given how pathetic you act. Some women really just want a man to be a man."

"Are you even listening to me? I'm trying to be serious here and professional!" Pleaded the male.

"Maybe it's the fur, ever think of dying it? It could make you look a whole lot brighter maybe a bit more cleaner. You never know, that might impress someone."

"I'm trying to direct you here miss..."

"Or maybe it's the suit, it's got flare, but it doesn't match the soft sack wearing it. Maybe something more fruity or dull," she continued.

Matt felt his heart shudder before he felt the tinge of anger and resentment cleaved through him. The personal attacks were bad enough, yet he could handle them. He wasn't new to angry employees being abusive, but now she was doing it again. Talking around him like he wasn't there, like he was invisible and not worth the time to address. Bad enough this girl only seemed to think highly of you if you could plough her fields for her on her command, but now she was disrespecting him as a person. Enough was fucking enough.

"God dammit! Would you just shut the fuck up!" He screeched. watching her eyes widen and her muzzle instinctively curl downward as she was caught off guard. The male pulled himself to his full height and glared down at the vixen, making sure to impress his size on her. As tall as she was, Matt was clearly taller by far.

The vixen lowered herself in submission as she saw his open aggression. Whimpering as she saw the anger in his usually sickly face and eyes.

"Wait a minute," she began tentatively.

"Oh no bitch. You shut your cock sucker for a whole second and let me talk now, all right!" He growled, shocking even himself with his vulgarity.

She piped down and stood watching him scared but also intrigued. Like watching a car wreck; you were horrified but part of you couldn't look away because it was so unnerving and unusual.

"You fuck around this office like a little whore, not caring who sees you or hears you!" Started Matt angrily. "You suck, fuck, and splatter your self on every male you can find and maybe they are the kind of furs and people who don't mind it. I'm not one of them alright!" He added. Pausing for a minute he took a deep breath and started again, this time slower and less angry, though just as harsh. "I don't like to fuck around at work okay? It makes me uncomfortable, and dammit even if you don't care about yourself, you should have enough respect for me, to abide by those wishes."

She lowered her eyes and for once since he had seen her, she had a sheepish and shamed look on her face.

"You may enjoy this behavior, but others don't. I don't," continued Matt solemnly. "More importantly if you think it makes you tight with these guys, it doesn't. They don't respect you for anything other than being a multiple choice question on which of your holes they can pump and dump into!" Snarled Matt.

That seemed to do it. The vixen pushed away from the wall, and ran down the hall. His heart gave a slight pang for her as he thought he heard her sob. Matt wasn't usually a spiteful person, and he rarely exploded on others like that. Shame gripped him, but he couldn't do anything about it now. Couldn't take it back.

Matt didn't see or hear of her for several days after that. All the while, he felt worse and even more awful day by day, about blowing up at her the way that he did. Part of him tried to placate that worry, pointing out that she had had no problem attacking him personally. Then again, "I did it cause they did it" was an excuse that didn't fly outside of middle school, especially not for an adult fox. The next time he encountered Millie, was at the end of the week. In the break room, alone.

She was crouched over one of the tables in the far corner, her head buried on her shoulders. Crying with great heaves.

Matt felt awkward at first. He was FHR. He was meant to scold and caution others. He wasn't used to actually consoling people when upset. That being said, it was his job and responsibility to try.

"H-Hey t-there, uh, Millie," gulped the male fox nervously. He gently pulled a chair over to the table where the female lay prone, sitting down. Her head buried in her arms on the table top. "Everything okay?" his voice was calm and he tried to sound as helpful as possible.

The vixen sobbed once more before gradually lifting her head from her arms and revealed her red stained eyes, with cheeks dampened with tears. Her eyes widened as she saw it was him, but she only sobbed a bit more and sniffled rather loud.

"C-Come to g-gloat?" She asked, turning her head away from him trying to hide her tears.

"G-Gloat?" Puzzled Matt strangely. He had no idea what she was talking about.

"What you said before...To me!" She mewed. "You were right all along." The vixen lamented before dropping her head down on her arms once more, still staring away from him.

"Oh right...And what was that again?" Inquired the male quizzically.

"I asked Tom Backmore if he wanted to take me out to a date tonight," she began, ignoring his question. She was actually now sobbing a bit more than when he had walked in on her. "I wanted to prove you wrong. I wanted to prove that they valued me for more than just a bit of stress relief. But...But he told me...that he had better things to do than to play with toys after work," she hiccuped.

Matt sighed and shook his head, That had been rather cruel. He knew Tom Backmore, a striped tiger from accounting. He was an asshole.

He often traveled around the office when he got too bored with doing half ass work as usual. The tiger was a brash braggart and a frat boy if that was a registered designation. Loud and full of himself too much by far.

Matt had even seen him before a few times with Millie. She seemed to like the felines (probably from the barbed dicks). He was often rough with her, verbally and physically. Mocking her behind her back as the cum towel slut as if it all was a half-time show at the football stadium. Spearing her like a trout with his barbed prick, uncaring about her squeaks of pain from his jabbing. Making her do most of the work to get herself off. It was clear from the way he interacted with, and used her, that he never valued her more than a cum dump or bit of fun on the side. For a husband with three kids and a mistress and a wife, he never seemed satisfied, always looking out for the next bit of fun. Like Millie.

'As I said before...Asshole.'

Reaching into his suit, Matt pulled out a small black handkerchief with golden lace, and with his other hand gently prodded the vixen to sit up.

"Here now, hush," he shushed her, using the handkerchief to dab aways the tears from her face. She watched him incredulously for a second, before she pressed into his touch, letting him clean and dry her face. His free paw gently stroked along her back, easing her heaving body from her sobs.

"...Why?" She asked suddenly, fresh tears starting to sprout from her eyes. "Why are you being so kind to me, after the mean things I said to you. After what you said to me?" Her body shook and she pulled away from his touch, staring at him wide eyed. "I thought you didn't like me?"

Matt's face went grim. He then and there decided to put somethings right, now that they both were here.

"Millie...I never disliked you. I got irked with your attitude, and your sexual activity and flirting made me uncomfortable, but I never hated you at all." Matt was hard-fast in his words, making sure to keep a direct tone, but nothing cruel or with anger in his voice.

She sniffed a bit before giving a slight smile. "That's nice, because I like you. Even if you come off as weak sometimes."

Matt found himself smiling back at her, as he placed the kerchief directly under her eyes and caught the fresh tears, wiping them away.

"I'm glad you mmpphhhh..." he trailed off as Millie suddenly pulled hard on his collar and brought their muzzles together in a deep kiss. The handkerchief fell from his paws as he gripped her soft shoulders desperately in shock. Her muzzle meanwhile, pressed into his, her tongue sliding into his mouth and entangling his own with hers.

Matt's eyes closed as he groaned into the kiss. Feeling the hot vixen's body press into his as she brought her hands to cup his face and hold him still. For her alone to explore. He pressed his own hands eagerly now around her shoulder and the back of her neck, cradling her body to his, while muzzles ravished each other. The part of Matt that was uncomfortable with lusty behavior in the workplace took a backseat as he kissed the girl---he no longer felt ashamed to admit--he found to be the hottest in the office.

Their entwined and passionate muzzles finally broke apart suddenly, as they both gasped for air. Matt opened his yes and caught her swirling blues staring into his brown. He placed his paw on the side of her cheek, and gently stroked the back of her neck with his free hand. Leaning forward without really thinking, he licked along the side of her face. From cheek up beyond her eye, letting his tongue bathe her face in gentle licks and pampering.

Millie smiled as her male licked and stroked her, loving the attention he was giving her. Most of the times she entertained with men, they just gripped or groped her. Very few ever took the time to pet her or treat her the way Matt was.

Her heart fluttered as she pressed into his chest, nuzzling her head under his chin, while licking his cheek and neck with her own tongue. The two foxes lay entwined upon each other, gently stroking and licking the other affectionately.

He suddenly had a flashback to the first time he had walked in on Millie engaged in her talents. It had been in a small corner of the main office, just outside the filing room. He had been on his way to a meeting with the founders when he spotted them there in the corner. Millie and a young cheetah male, named Terrence. She already had his pants down around his ankles, his spotted tanned fur on display as her mouth tongued his pubes. The cheetah's cock already firmly enveloped in her mouth.

Poor Terrence had his own paw in his mouth, biting down on it to hide his sobs of pleasure as a talented vixen muzzle cleansed his dick. His free paw was wrapped around the Vixens tall black trimmed ears, while his tail curled around his own thigh. His body swayed back and forth in small but rhythmic thrusts, pushing himself further in her muzzle and throat, till he was handshaking her tonsils with his penis.

The Vixen had only moaned and bobbed back and forth, using her right hand to form a ring shape and make an artificial knot with her fingers, which she applied behind the cheetahs dick. The cat's penis had no natural knot of its own, so she was mimicking one to help put pressure on him to blow early.

Blow he did. Hard and with a searing hiss that shook form his muzzle around his now bleeding hand. The Vixen stiffened her body and arched her throat upwards, catching the Cheetah's generous spurts, swallowing the thick liquid down like jello shots. She had then let his flaccid member slip from her mouth, holding the leftovers of his cream in her cheeks, as she savored the taste and flashed a grin at her prey. She had swallowed the last revenants of pearly white with not much more than a vixen bark of satisfaction. After gently patting the cheetah male about his thighs, she had turned her head with her still dripping lips towards the FHR head. The last sight he had of her before he lost is nerve and ran off, was her flashing him an annoyingly sly wink.

Matt couldn't help but remember that moment now. The look in her eyes that he had thought he had caught her making when she looked at him then. Before it had dissolved back into the friendly and sultry gaze he had come to recognize was her signature look. It had been a look of fear mixed with desire.

He had seen the same look on her face before she had kissed him just now. As her head nuzzled under his chin, she stroked a soft hand through his head fur. Matt took this all in and thought back to what come after the first time he had seen her blow another man.

From that moment on he would always seem to catch her at various other times in the same kinds of acts. Sometimes she would be back on her knees sucking dick like it was holy scripture and she a priest worshiping upon an altar. Other times she'd be plowed against the wall, a firm set of male ass and thighs slapping against her own. Other times she would be on all fours, pounded fast and hard by a sweating male drenched over her back. Never mind the times he had seen her jerking off many of his coworkers to spurt all over her hand. Or the time she was caught grinding alongside an intern hard enough to make them cream themselves hands free.

Throughout all of his encounters with her, all of his voyeur escapades with her sexual conquests, there was one common thing that he had come to notice. It was so blatant when he thought about it, he just had to know.

"Millie...Has any one ever asked you what they can do to relieve you?" Inquired Matt softly. Petting her hair and back gently the whole time.

Her body froze around his, her muzzle pulling away from his neck to look up at him with wide appreciative eyes.

"N-N-No, never," she whispered back. "I like to make others happy, but...No one ever seems to want to make me happy. That's why your words hurt so much...They were the truth," she lamented. Her head shook dejectedly as she pressed her forehead to his shoulder.

Matt suddenly got to his feet, forcing the vixen to lean back and climb back into her old chair. Her body now deprived of his warm lap. Millie found that she could only stare after him with fearful and hurt eyes. As he turned to walk to the door of the break-room, she whimpered and whined in pain as he seemingly left her alone. She really didn't know if she could survive this rejection over all others.

Then she watched him shut the door. Her eyes continued to watch him quizzically and with wonder. He was just standing there, with one hand on the door, the other laying by his side for a minute or two. Then he reached forward and her keen ears heard the click of the door lock sliding into place.

The todd stood looking at the door. Part of him had intended to run on out of there, when he had made his way originally for it. Then he had locked it, and all those thoughts had vanished.

He kept thinking instead about how he had never caught Millie ever getting treated the same as she treated the rest of the male staff. There was an unfairness there, and the way she had looked at him when he had offered. Like the first time someone had truly cared about her happiness, her fulfillment. That hurt him, that she so rarely felt like that.

It was true, the thought of fornicating during office hours was uncomfortable to him, but it was more so the way it conflicted with duty and work. The fear of being caught, of having someone find you in such a compromising position (especially when your duty was to stop things like that), tore at him usually. Yet the vixen behind him did it all the time, and there was something about what she did to him. He was weak, like she had said, fear kept him weak and meek. Often or not he did not feel or act the strong male all the time. Something about her however, it made him want to try...If just for her.

Turning around Matt gave the vixen a sultry look of his own. It didn't come off exactly the way he intended as his sickly features didn't make for the most sexy appearance. That said she whined once more, this time in deep need as she felt a part of her melt under his gaze. She didn't care how he looked, she only knew how his words made her feel. Loving or cruel, they impacted her heart more than those of anyone else in the office, or even in her life.

"Get up on the table vixen!" Growled the male. His voice uncharacteristically gruff and demanding. "Now!" he snarled as he saw her hesitate in confusion.

Millie jumped to her man's command and hopped up upon the long square table. Her body shook in anticipation, while her bare footpads kicked back and forth in the air between the tables legs.

Matt reared up and undid the bowtie and tie from his collar and draped them over the break room counter. Soon followed his suit jacket. Finally he reached up and unfixed the top four buttons of his dress shirt, pulling it open. His dirt muddy red chest fur shone, contrast with the dull grey of the stripped shirt. Wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, Matt gazed once more at Millie half laying on the table. She was currently admiring him with her eyes...HIM.

With his confidence now resolutely boosted, and no facing the need to demonstrate that he could back it up, the dog fox strode boldly towards her. Matt nearly jumped when he finally saw the way her eyes widened and her body shook and shivered the same as his when they approached one another.

Reaching the vixen, the dog fox outstretched his hand and brought her back into a passionate and forceful kiss. Her hands clasped to his chest and stroked along the muscles there. The vixen's eyes closed as she pressed into his kiss, her hair spilling down across her face.

Finding the energy to tear his muzzle away from hers, Matt licked his lips. He could taste the sweat and spicy texture of his primed vixens own juices. He gulped and decided now was the time, or never.

Pushing Millie onto her back, on-top of the table, he reached out with both paws and began tracing and rubbing his hands over her arms and stomach. Soothing and calm strokes that tickled and prodded the supple parts of her body. He loved the way her body shivered under his touch in anticipation, and the way she quivered with pleasure when he rubbed gently under her breasts.

Pushing her shirt up and over her chest he admired the sight of her bare chest. The vixen wore no bra today, so her large and voluptuous breasts spilled out into view. They were large but firm. A hearty mixture of reddish orange and milk white fur. Center mass of each globe was the pink--almost purple--tinted areoles of her nipples poking out from the fur.

Matt was not a boob man by nature, but he had found himself staring at his share over the years. Millie's were beautiful, and supple. Far more than a paw-full and they jiggled every now and then with her heated gasping breaths. They responded well every time Matt's todd muzzle gently nipped and licked along the sides of those breasts. He would nip gently at the tingling nipples and then soothed the inflamed tips with his soft tongue.

She chirped and meeped with every nip, and groaned and lusted with every lick. He pressed his muzzle down from her breasts, between the valley of the mounds and down around her slim belly and sensitive navel. His tongue traced the outer folds of her belly button before prodding inside with a teasing flick. Her entire chest shook and she tried to roll over and away from the sensation of his tongue playing against her inner button. He reached out with his hands and held her stomach firm and steady. She was trapped.

He descended further, his tastes and interests focusing on something far more unique and succulent. Reaching down he took hold of the black skirt the vixen as wearing. It was black and long, but acted much more like a shoal. It folded across her legs, held by a silver pendent and latch. He unlaced the pendent latch and drew the skirt open, revealing her mostly bare legs. She wasn't wearing her silk stockings today, but she had a silver anklet bracelet and a set of silver toe rings about her legs and feet.

The only other thing she wore beneath that skirt was a set of red laced panties. Usually it was flipped and Millie would be wearing a bra but no panties. Today seemed to be one of those days where everything became turned on its head.

The dog fox gripped the cloth of the panties and with a mighty shove, tore them down the vixens legs and off with one full movement.

Her pussy was now bared and open for his viewing. It was clean shaven with a slight tuff of orange fuzz and fur above her lips. The vixen's physical pride was smallish, but clean cut and dripping. The little mound seemingly pouted itself towards him, the lips red and glistening. Tiny beads of sweat and fem cum are spilling out hard from the sopping quim.

Matt gulped as he saw her needy arousal, and the sheer sheen of desire waiting for him and him alone right now. He never thought that he would be here, "indulging," as she had put it earlier that week. Still he was here, and she was too, waiting for him to do something few others had ever done. All for her direct pleasure, and Matt didn't figure to disappoint.

He pushed himself between her thighs and used his shoulders to pry her legs open (and to keep them open). His one hand pressing down on her stomach to hold her steady, while the other reached under her and cupped her bare ass cheeks gently. This hand he squeezed, feeling the taught little muscles in her firm ass. Her muffled yip of surprise made him chuckle inwardly as he groped and fondled her.

Matt's muzzle soon hovered above her dipping mound, the smell of her desire now wafting through his nose, and making his dick hard in his pants.

"Ah fuck," he cursed, the sheer honeyed smell of her pussy growing a needy desire deep within him. He needed to taste it.

"I-If you w-want me to s-s-stop," he finally pleaded with her, gazing into her eyes. "Then t-tell me," he whispered before diving his muzzle into the crook of her thigh, just were it met with her pussy and ass.

He bit along her inner thigh, loving the way her body shook from the torturous pain of his nipping. Then he licked and ran his tongue along the outer lips of her vagina. Her body shook and heaved with a yip, but his hand on her stomach kept her steady. His shoulders prevented her clenching thighs from forcing him out. The quaking pair of limbs thumping uselessly against his broad shoulders. Matt had more muscle it seemed than one first surmised.

He finally had decided he'd put off the main event for too long, and drove his muzzle and tongue into her parting velvet cavern. The broad fox tongue penetrating her pussy lips and forcing them open to allow it entry. The twisted appendage dived and lathered inside of her lips and along her inner walls, tracing designs only known to the male and her insides.

Millie screeched and shook as her moist muffin was penetrated and deep dived by the foxes inquisitive and lustful taster.

Her body shook, and writhed as her male feasted upon her, carving out her inner pussy walls with his tongue, like scooping out the inside of a pumpkin or squash. It drove the vixen mad and made her squeal. She was only able to pet his head with one hand while the other grasped at the air, fingers twitching and curling with pleasure.

Meanwhile, Matts muzzle was drenched with her arousal, her juices flowing freely, now that his tongue had parted her walls. He brought his hand up from cupping her ass and reached two fingers to follow his tongue and prodded into her moist tunnel. His fingers followed his tongues direction, searching and folding for that sweet little spot deep inside. His tongue brushed a rather sensitive spot, made clear by the vixen's succession of forced yips. He figured that had to be the place.

With his fingers following close by, he captured that sensitive spot inside and pinched it between his fingers, all the while his tongue descended once again to lick and lap at the place between them. No longer worried about fresh air or breath, he only wanted to lick and pry every bit of sound and feel he could out of her.

With a heaving sob Millie started to beg.

"Oh please,,,please my fox...my Todd, please finish it, it's too much!" She writhed and tumbled on the table as her male mauled her cunt like it was his last meal. "Please....PLEASE!" She begged, desperately.

Matt opened his eyes and gazed upon the female's red blooming clit. It was staring straight out at him from his position between her legs and inside her snatch. It was red and trembling, poking out between the clasped lips with arousal. Matt then knew what he had to do, so he pulled his muzzle from her insides and gently leaned forward. With a loud growl of lust he latched his muzzle around her clit...Then he suckled.

Millie shot up off the table, arching her back as her eyes rolled back into her head. Her hands gripped either his head or his own hand around her stomach, which was keeping her from falling off the table. Legs outstretched as her bare toes flexed and sprawled out. A seres of trembling seizures ripped trough her body and muscles as she experienced several orgasms through quick succession.

With a sobbing heave she finally flattened back on the table, and gave an exhausted sigh as she nearly passed out from too much sensation.

Matt gasped for clear and fresh breath as he pulled his drenched and smeared muzzle reluctantly away from her pussy. He leaned back on his haunches as he fell to his knees. His heart was beating way too fast, but he lovingly licked his lips and savored the sweet honeyed nectar of her dripping need. It was his pride as a trophy and evidence of his ability to make her cum like a gusher.

The todd admired the way his vixen's body shook and heaved, so he reached forward to pull her off the table and into his lap on the floor. Her half bare assed body curled against his mostly dressed one. Matt smiled at her fluttering eyes and lolling tongue. He slowly and gently responded to her devotion by stroking along her face.

"My brave, brave vixen, how was that?" He asked gently.

She gasped and whimpered for him, pressing into his touch with love. She knew from the feel of his stroking paws and calm words how much he cared. She patted his hand reassuringly and stroked her other along his own chin and cheek in return.

Matt gently prodded her until she was on all fours on the floor as he reached down and began unfastening his belt and pants. Within a few minutes he had unclasped his belt and was shimmering his pants down his legs. Kicking off his shoes he left the socks on but soon discharged his pants from his body, standing now in his boxer briefs.

A pair of female vixen paws reached out and gripped the rim of the boxers and gently prodded them down his legs, much as he had done hers. His erect and throbbing fox cock flexed upwards, hard and pointing as the boxers slid down his legs. His dick was not massive, but was fairly midsized, with a bit of girth and a strong conical figure with a bit of an arch and angle.

Matt heard Millie groan at the sight of his erection, and then felt her paws cup his large rusty colored balls, as the other stroked along his firm red glistening member. His own moans of arousal joined hers of longing, and he reached down her bare half, running his fingers along the glistening petals of her sex.

She yiffed for him then and he felt his heart pang with longing and desire. Fastening his paws about her hips he drew himself out of her grasp and positioned himself over her backside. Her bush like tail curled upwards and draped it self around his neck wile he positioned his stance, getting himself ready. He teased the tip of his burning prick against the soft and rosy blushing lips of her sex. Giving her a hot-dogging glide across her petals and up across her venus mound. No penetration but a hearty feel of what soon would be deep inside her aching body. Her moans rewarded his teasing and he smiled as he held her steady by the hips. One hand reached up to stroke along her shoulder and the inlay of her back.

His first thrust was a bit too enthusiastic and missed the mark, sliding once again along her venus mound and then poked into her belly. He growled while she chuckled, amused by his overeagerness. She was getting a brand new view of the once reserved and, 'stick up the ass' fox she had known him as.

The second time he had lined himself up well and just right between her petals. Like setting up a nail before you hammered it by touching the hammer to the nail, to practice the swing. He hesitated however, as he felt a clouding thought cross his mind.

"Do it Matt!" Begged the vixen now, sensing the reason for his hesitation. She wiggled her ass back towards the male, arching herself to make a more presentable breeding mount. She could feel the heat and pressure of his dick pressing outside her folds, and the anticipation to feel his girth was making her dip her back and tremble. Her body arched once more for the feel of her todd to finally be inside her and warm. "It's okay, I'm clean...And it's safe," she reassured him.

Matt nodded at her reassurance. He had never feared her being unclean. She was a smart enough girl to avoid those kind of repercussions. The risk of pregnancy however, had been the number one worry that had stayed his cock. He didn't know if he was ready to sire a kid yet, and he definitely didn't know if Millie was ready to bear one either. He had no intention of forcing either of them to figure it out too early, or before they were ready. So her words relieved the tension gripping his mind, and holding back his hips. With one sheer thrust of his pelvis, he penetrated the sweet vixen sex, burying himself fully into her passage.

Millie's bark of lust echoed in the break-room, while Matts possessive and turmoiled growl at the feel of her tight clenching walls, shook the floor and tables (or at least it felt like it had). The dog fox held himself deep inside of her, letting both of them adjust and settle to their mutually shared position. Finally after a few minutes, he could feel her insides gently unclench a bit. That was the cue he took to begin to thrust forward again and again.

Millie moaned and pushed back against the strong thrusts from the tall fox behind her. Her tail brushed and flushed across his face as he held her firmly around the hips. His cock's thrusts managed to set her off, the tip of his member pushing against that spongy ticklish spot, while the rest of the shaft deftly manipulated her insides, molding them into his.

Her fingers and toes clenched and curled hard with each push from her mate, as he doubled the strength behind his thrusts and leaned over her even further. Matt's body was now dropped across Millie's back, listening to her breaths going ragged and catching in her throat. She was experiencing the feelings that the new angle he was hitting allowed for his dick to penetrate her with. She thrust back and clenched her inner muscles, making it tighter and more pleasurable for her man, as he groaned and gasped from the sensations trapping his sensitive piece.

Matt held himself steady as her tight confines rippled along his heated member. He was not willing to push any more until the rhythmic pulsing of her wet crevice stopped hugging him tight. The dog fox took the open opportunity and leaned further over the vixen's back, bringing his hands from her hips to brush along her back and sides. Her meep of pleasure made him feel fulfilled, more than the feel of her sex around his dick. It was an emotional kind of feel, and he enjoyed it.

Bringing his muzzle to give a loving lick across her bare shoulders, he pushed further underneath her stomach and lapped at the tips of her aroused nipples. The males paws soon followed to grasp and fondle the heavy set of Vixen breasts. Content with the taste of sweat and sweet vixen, he decided to thrust once more, making her entire body clench and stiffen.

Millie almost screamed as she felt the combination of the licking of his tongue and pinch of his fingers across her nipples, coupled with a direct and passionate thrust from his foxhood that speared into her_ "Oh So,"_ delightfully. The overwhelming sensations made her crotch explode, orgasming with a meep and gasp, dousing the males thighs and balls with her splashes of fem cum.

Matt grinned realizing that she had cum before he had. He was proud of that, given that her experience and sexual history dwarfed his own. Being able to send her off before him was a boost to his already boosted pride.

"How are you so good at this?" Moaned the vixen, pushing herself back into his thrusts and hips. The male was still holding her breasts and made sure to fondle them quite gently, all the while he nipped and licked at the back of her neck. All the while, never disrupting his bodies unified thrusting with rhythmic fashion.

"I've had..ugh ahhhhh, sex before, M-Millie," he groaned, as a particular sensitive thrust made them both squeal.

"Please Matthew...Call me Amelia!" Begged the Vixen, arching her back to allow his dick to press further inside her. The foxes tip was now pressing against the entrance to her womb. She shivered, a pang of worry crossing her heart over whether this was actually a safe day. Then again she had pills squared away for that too if needed.

"I thought you said you preferred Millie?"Teased back the fox male, descending into rapid thrusts now as he felt the edge of his own orgasm nearing the finish line.

"Only if it's...ONLY FOR YOU!" She screamed and pushed back hard, clenching her insides once again and holding herself steady.

Matt gripped her tight and moaned as he felt her squeeze, his face going heated red at her words. He yipped back in reply before landing a firm spank to the females ass, making her squee and cum again around him. His own orgasm was now fully on track, so he finished the lap by fulfilling her wishes.

"Oh fuck, take it AMELIA, my love!" He shouted before biting deep into her heaving shoulder. His final thrust triggered his own orgasm as he exploded inside of her tight passage. Spurt after spurt of hot and scalding fox seed penetrated into her womb, and then the rest of her vixen cunt. It overflowed out her passage and spilled down his quivering shaft as his tip continued to pulse and spray inside his lover.

The sensations were so hot and fiery that Millie once again found herself climaxing from the feel of the punishing shots of fox spunk hitting her sensitive insides. Though she was more aware, that her true excitement came more from the handsome male planting those seeds deep in her. She had never had a mate like him before.

They collapsed together on the linoleum floor. Matt's body draped over hers. They both laughed together, before he used his hands to roll her to the side, keeping her sensitive stomach and breasts off the cold floor. She was pressed and spooned into his side as he gently patted down her own sides and along her neck. They leaned forward to kiss one another, their fox muzzles entwining as they were meant too. Their time relaxing together was brief however, and they soon pulled away.

Matt hadn't knotted her, instead leaving his knot just outside her moist tunnel. He had no desire to have her pinned to him for that long (during work hours at least). Every moment they remained here the more likely they were to be found. While that may not be such a big issue here in this office, it wouldn't be proper, and that side of Matt that cared about such things had recovered some control. On account that his balls were somewhat emptied.

They gave each other blushing and flirting looks of lust and grins, gathering their respective clothes to put back on. They had already experienced each other in the most intimate sense, so seeing each other redressing was not as embarrassing as Matt felt it would be.

Millie fixed her hair and braided it back behind her, using her gold bow to tie it, while Matt washed his paws in the sink and put a lump of soap under his finger nails. He could still feel the clinging juices of Millies excitement and the leftovers of his ejaculation which were stuck or running down his leg and the fur of his thighs. Before he pulled on his pants he took some paper towels, wetted them and began to clean himself.

Across from him the vixen lay with her shirt fully back on, covering er breast and belly. Her lower half though was still bared. She was clenching hard to keep the reservoir of fox gunk inside her pussy contained. Offering her hand openly she waited until the male handed her some paper towels.

She placed them underneath her, squatting on her haunches as she began to spray and push out the males semen. Using the towels, she caught and cleaned the spunk from her legs and insides. Catching him looking at her lewd display, she flashed some teeth in a shit eating grin and wiggled her ass and pussy for the males enjoyment.

Matt craned his neck to see every inch of her pussy as she waved it for him, groaning as he felt himself tenting his boxers again. He cursed before driving those feelings down as he pulled his pants back on and fixed his belt.

They left the break room, together. The smell of their sexual activity the only evidence anything had transpired. As they made their way into the hallway, Millie suddenly pushed Matt to the wall and buried her head in his chest.

"That was amazing Matt," she whimpered, licking his chin submissively. "No one male ever made me cum that many times on their own," she pleaded.

Matt felt his pride glowing as he stroked her head and kissed her snout lovingly.

"Don't fret Millie, if you stick with me, there will be far more times for you," he promised. Holding up her hand to his muzzle, he kissed it gently. "You're coming out tonight after work with me. We'll go downtown, there's a nightclub there that has good music and half priced drinks...We can...Talk al'right?" Offered Matt gently.

Her eyes caught fire and widened with a gleeful smile on her face as she threw her arms around her todd and held him close to her.

As they held each other together, with the promise of a future with far more than just sex, Matt could only think to himself;

'Tom Backmore is not just an asshole...He's a fool.

To be Continued: