Internal Auditor 3
#3 of Internal Auditor
The third chapter of the series. Hopefully I'll be able to finish and continue this series and persevere at the end. Also, comments, faves and whatnot drives my passion to write more of this.
Character Speedy belongs to FastSpeedy The rest of them belongs to mine.
Internal Auditor 3
Weekends came rolling by and most firms would have been closed from any business transactions. It was Saturday evening and for Smith, today was going to be one of those days again; boring and lonesome. His mind was still in a haze from events that had occurred few days ago but he tried to keep himself busy. He tried numerous methods of keeping those thoughts at bay but most failed. Eventually, all those pent up tension was about to explode and the tiger had nowhere to go but to the gym.
The weekends were his usual gym training and on top of working out for about two hours or so, the tiger decided to extend for another hour of pure intense training, resulting in a sweaty feline with muscles aching in pain from the intensity. Myriad sounds of metal on metal clanked through the atmosphere as other patrons worked on their bodies. Few had caught his eyes but they were mere eye candy, nothing more than that. Of course, there are some who didn't care about what others think and wore tight t-shirts that clung on to their bodily fat. It was like a horror movie in the making and Smith had to bear the sight plenty of times.
Sighing to himself, the feline placed another piece of weight on to the barbell. The bench press: one of his favourite workout. Mainly because it was designed to make his pecs look bigger. In all honesty, Smith would want to have larger pecs and compared with some of the guys at work, his was child's play. He had always thought that he was the biggest but after watching the bull at the pantry and the malamute that had fucked him, he felt small.
Growling to himself, he was determined to work out even harder than before. He'll show them. He'll show them all who was the biggest and meanest. The tiger lay on to the bench and had a death grip on to the bar. With admirable strength, it was lifted with great ease but the weight could be felt underneath him; arms bended low towards chest while inhaling and exhaling between intervals. He grunted and growled even more.
Motivation. That was what he needed.
Stupid wolf... stupid dog... An abundance of rage and emotions ran through his mind and he lifted even harder. Giving me so much trouble! Why can't they just follow the rules as stated? Getting me involved in the process... forcing it out of me. Stupid assholes!
"Argh!!!" Smith puffed his chest out and did one more rep before placing the bar on to its respective place. Sweat ran through his fur and shirt clung on to him as they were soaked heavily. His eyes stared at the ceiling pensively while breathing got a little heavier, not bothering himself with clattering of metals or grunts from other members as they trained like a constipated baboon; arms draped below as they swung lifelessly.
"Ungh... Why...?"
His thoughts ran back to the prior day when he got fucked up by the large malamute. It was utterly sinful but he actually liked it! No matter what he did, the tiger couldn't bring himself to push the male away. Even after their fuck session ended, he was sprawled on the ground like a piece of used meat. The very notion made him angry and compelled to punch the canine in the face but he just couldn't do it. He wasn't a violent man but... his very limits were tested.
To add salt to the wound, Shaun had found him in the cubicle, sprawled on the ground like a used toy. He stood there, arms crossed with a smirk at the edge of his face. He knew. Oh, he knew all too well. Whatever happens within this company, this bastard knew every secret and dirty smuggles in and out. The wolf explained that it was an accident that he found both him and the malamute, fucking away at a stall cubicle.
An accident? More like an intention.
Even if it was an accident, why did he say that he locked the door? To keep the noise down? To make it sound convincing that he was being used? Or perhaps a good sense of blackmail? Whatever it was, his reputation was at stake and Shaun doesn't care about the welfare of others. As long as his actions weren't beneficial to him, there isn't any point in helping another. Smith could sense the wolf's devilish aura.
"Did you like it? Enjoyed the fuck session so far?"
"What's a bastard like you doing in a place like this?" Smith snapped.
"Oh my, such bravado, even at your state. Don't you think you should be more humble at a time like this?" Shaun crouched and pointed at his limp cock. "I know you've got another load in you but let's save it for a rainy day."
Smith pushed even harder on to the barbell, setting his muscles on fire as the scene played in his mind over and over again. There is no point in fixing what was broken. All he could do was play dumb and follow the leader. That was the reason why he hated working with assholes like these. It makes his blood boil with anger and rage and the only outlet for letting off steam would be hitting at the gym. The weights were beginning to get heavier with each rep and thankfully, it was the last rep. Smith inhaled with chest puffed as hard as he could, descending the barbell down with its weight towards chest level. His muscles were beginning to tense and tear as the burning sensation crept through his veins.
Push it! Push it!! Fucking retards! Fuck!! His mind screamed aloud. Both arms felt like jelly but he pushed as hard as he could, trying to place the barbell to its respective place but that didn't come.
"Shit!" Smith lost control and muscles caved in. The fear of getting crushed with the barbell weight crossed through his mind and he knew he'll be in the hospital or clinic in the next second. Fortunately, that didn't come true. In a split second, the barbell was lifted by a pair of large paws, even before it could land on top of him. Smith breathed a sigh of relief and looked up with fear written all over his face. His arm tissues were torn and it could take a while to recover. Sweat dripped on his forehead and he was greeted with the man that saved him.
The tiger's eyes bulged for a moment as a pair of large pecs overshadowed his vision. It was massive! That is what a man's chest should be. Strong and wide, spread open with chest muscles showing off those beautiful nipples. Lower down, a set of full sized six packs borne onto the man and it was as chiseled as they can be. If he didn't know any better, he swore that he was saved by the Greek gods themselves.
Smith had to keep himself from purring in lust when a voice broke the silence. "My eyes are up here." It was deep, strong and more importantly, husky in more ways than one.
The tiger hoisted himself up and stood as proud as he could. There is just something about males in gyms. They tend to or perhaps, try to portray themselves to be far superior and that was what he did. It was a wasted effort though. His eyes could have bore holes into the man's body because he kept staring at it like a piece of meat, ready to be eaten. Smith swore quietly under his breath when he knew that he was licked in the muscle and hunk department.
His savior was a tiger, the very same feline species that came down from the same road. He had a beautiful pelt of orange fur and jet black stripes that crossed against his muscles and body, undoubtedly, showing the better side of his prowess. A grass of red hair painted against his head and they were unruly due to the sweat that painted his face. However, what made him rooted to the ground were those eyes. They were black with a dot of green in between. To say that it was a sign of evil could be demeaning but it was just what it is. Can't say that he isn't cute and handsome but he's no Adonis either.
The other tiger snapped his fingers and crossed both arms against the top of the seated barbell. "Hey, earth to man. You there?"
Smith closed his mouth and swallowed his saliva. "Uh... yeah, yeah. I'm here. Man here."
"Thought so. You okay? That was a dangerous feat you did there. Putting up so many weights without a partner is hazardous, you know." He spoke and removed a few of those rounded weights down to the ground.
"Y-Yeah... I know... Just letting off some steam."
"With bench presses? You want to let off steam or end up in the hospital?" The muscled tiger chuckled and came forward. "I'm Speedy by the way." His right paw extended forward.
Smith took his paw and shook like the man that he was. It was firm, strong and calloused, more so that it showed a sign of confidence within him. They smiled for a moment until Smith had the courtesy to reply back. "Name's Smith."
"A nice ring to it. If I may so say myself." Speedy chuckled, letting his paw go. "So, you need a spotter? I'll be happy to be one for you. I'm done for the day anyways."
"Oh no, it's alright. I'm good."
Speedy raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "If I may ask, since, I'm just a curious feline but why did you do that without a spotter or support? Letting off steam isn't one of the reasons. Stress? I presume?"
Smith groaned to himself, screwing the cap of his water bottle open and took a gulp of it. "A little, I guess. Being an auditor pretty much sucks for my social life."
Speedy lets off a guffaw and held on to the nearest equipment for support. "You're telling me! Well, we seem to be compatible for the first meeting. I'm an external auditor, working in one of the top audit companies around the globe."
The tiger chuckled and smiled warmly. At least now, he had somebody to relate to, the pain and suffering and the nasty gestures that he received in the office. Being the nature of work that he had, Smith had expected the jeers from his colleagues but never up to this level. It was a nice change of pace to actually talk to somebody who had the same experience that he had, if not, higher.
Both felines talked for a while and acted like they've been friends for over a decade and this was their very first meeting after such a long period. They laughed, exchanged stories and even let in on each other's personal secret about company issues. Smith had the strong urge to tell about his company's fraudulent activity but thought otherwise. If this information were to leak out to anyone of the public, it could be the end of his career. The topic of his company or the current situation was left at bay.
Speedy was a sweet guy. Despite Smith's short notice about the tiger, he was definitely something very different. It must have been a decade or so when he had felt so comfortable while talking to another person; the last that he had was with the intern that left his position due to reasons concerning him. Besides that, there was none at all. Damn... he needs a fucking social life.
After a few minutes, nearing to an hour, they found themselves in the sweaty locker room, getting ready to change and go on with their individual lives. Speedy smiled and headed off to the right end of the room while Smith, a few lockers away from him. He sighed as the stress had been lifted off from his shoulders but he knew that it would come crawling back to him like an evil bug. No matter what happens, he has to deal with the problem. Groaning to himself, the tiger peeled his sweaty shirt away from his body as they clung on to him like leeches. The whole fabric was drenched with his sweat and it didn't help to lower the stench that lingered around the room.
He threw the shirt aside and contemplated on getting down naked. It wasn't the fact that he was embarrassed about his own personal physique but rather, what the other tiger would think about it. There is no telling what kind of person Speedy is but judging by his personality and demeanour, he might probably be straight with loads of women swooning and chasing after him like a mob of mad fans. What's the use of trying...
Smith stole a glance to the side and couldn't contain his excitement and arousal when the breathtaking tiger stood naked in all his glory. Speedy had taken the liberty of stripping off his clothes and not a hint of shame and embarrassment clustered over his beautiful face. There he stood, arms flexed up as his biceps curled and tensed with each movement he made. Another move and those sculpted abs were revealed underneath the locker light, shining down upon his sweaty body. Smith was at a loss for words and it was beginning to serve as a challenge to keep his arousal down.
There goes my fantasy... God... look at him. How can a man like me be seduced by a straight guy like him. He's too perfect for me.
However, Smith tried to collect his composure and paced towards the other tiger, gulping down a mouthful of saliva. "Admiring yourself?"
Speedy turned and chuckled lightly. "Ah... yeah... I guess." He flexed one more time to emphasize his point, it definitely got through. "Been a while that I've seen myself in a full fledge mirror like this. It's not normal for me but hey, a little self inducing wouldn't hurt, right?"
"Mmm... so true..." Smith nodded and his eyes were suddenly transfixed on to a piece of meat that he shouldn't have stared at.
Fuck!! Even his cock is large!
That was true. Speedy had one of the largest cocks that he had ever seen in his life and most probably bigger than him by a few inches. It wasn't erect but in a flaccid state, he could deduce that he was far larger than the normal average tiger. The meat throbbed all of a sudden and a paw grasped on to it like a fallen snake. Smith gasped and blushed momentarily as his cheeks burned red.
"Whoa there. Don't need to be bashful about this," Speedy gave a simple stroke, "You've got one, I've got one. It's not like it's different from one another."
Besides the fact that you're larger than me! And hot!
"Besides the fact that I'm a wee bit bigger than some that is." Speedy retorted... the same exact words!
Smith blushed even more and tried to look away. His malehood was beginning to stir underneath his pants and it took all of his will to not pounce on him and kissed those beautiful lips. That body was just superb and manly in all man possible. He wasn't ashamed of himself and struts like a confident male should. With a body like that, there is no way in hell he could afford such luxurious pleasure; not to mention a huge member that was attached to it.
The tiger sighed and tried to walk away but a large paw was placed on to his shoulder with force and turned to face the man that he desired. Their eyes met for a brief moment. "Is something wrong?"
"W-Wrong?" Smith stammered.
"Yeah, you seemed to be lost in your own world. Thinking about work again?"
"W-Work! Y-Yeah... work... sorry. Was thinking about it, that's all." He smiled.
The larger feline smirked and gripped harder on his shoulder. "Either it's that or you're just admiring my large cock."
Fuck! No!
Lost for words, he couldn't make a snappy comeback about it. All he wanted was to dig the biggest hole possible and bury himself in it. This was probably the most embarrassing and awkward moment that he ever had in his life. So many things could go wrong and he was beginning to settle with such a great man. It was difficult to come by an auditor that actually took the initiative to work his body up to this stage and he was about to lose that advantage. He has to come back with something! Anything!
Riinnnggg!!!
Save by the bell! Speedy released the tiger and quickly dug into his bag, searching for the source of the sound and through a few tries; he managed to retrieve his cell phone. With a click of a button, he answered the call with a deadpan expression. Smith knew that something was wrong and had to move away. It was best to leave him be and tend to his own personal matters. He turned and walked away like the coward that he is. Social skills! That was what he should be doing and upgrading but he just didn't have the guts to do it.
Since the other bulky feline was busy with his conversation, Smith took the opportunity to strip naked and quickly wrapped his towel around his hips, covering whatever erection that he might have sported out. It was a poor means of protection but hey, it was better than nothing. Locking his locker down with a slam, the tiger sighed once more. He inhaled and a whiff of male musk assaulted his nostrils and made him choke slightly.
Despite his love for men and their masculinity, there was a line between dirty and clean males and this... the odour in the locker room wasn't something that he would admire. As he reached over to Speedy's locker door, the tiger was done with his call and punched the nearest wall, growling in anger, mumbling words that he could deduce as curses. He pulled his bag out from the locker and took out a shirt from deep within but stopped in his tracks when he sensed Smith's presence.
"I'm sorry you had to see that." He apologized.
"Oh no, it's alright. Work? I'm presume?"
Speedy puts on his shirt and quickly got a pair of pants out, wearing them immediately. "Something came up and my audit engagement team had to be dispatched off right away. This company was to be audited in a few days but apparently, I was told to come over to look at some findings that the company had done. Something about some inconsistency in their inventories." The tiger groaned and stretches his muscles, earning a few cracks from each joint.
"Well, I gotta go now since it's an urgent business." His bag launched upwards and slung upon his shoulder. "See you around soon?"
"Yeah, see you around then." Smith waved goodbye and he left. The tiger watched as he ran off the room in a hurry, so did his desire and want. Who knows when he will be able to see him again? Perhaps never? Will he? Maybe tomorrow or a few days later?
No... what am I thinking... he'll forget about me in a few days.
Smith dragged his feet to the shower area and kept his thoughts to himself.
Hot vapour wafted through the air and filled the room with heat as quickly as it should be. It clouded the room for a brief moment as steam was released from the burning charcoal. The word 'Sauna' was covered with light steam upon the door as Smith closed it with a soft click, trapping hot air within its confines. The tiger sat on the bench nearest to the door with a towel draped upon his lap, covering his crotch from any prying eyes.
Looking around briefly, the tiger sighed and leaned back in comfort, enjoying the time alone for as much as possible. Furthermore, his muscles were too tensed and relaxation was the key to maintaining a healthy body. All pump and no slack makes up a broken muscle. Or so he thought it would be. As minutes passed, he was beginning to enjoy the wonderful heat that emanated from those hot rocks. Each time a bucket of water was splashed against them, it got hotter and hotter by the minute and he loved the after effect.
Eventually, his mind began to wander away from reality and the first thing that popped up was Speedy.
Fuck! Smith berated with himself. Why does he keep thinking about him? There must be something about the tiger that had an effect on him. So much so that every time he tried to push that naked image away, it kept coming back. His strong upper torso... those massive biceps, barreled chest and washboard abs; back probably hard and strong all over, a commendable lower torso; tree trunk like legs but most importantly, the one organ that hung in between his legs. He may have seen it limp but it left plenty of room for imagination. What it would feel like... to watch it grow and pop like a hard steel pipe. Probably bounce and throb like a ball but who knows, perhaps he's so big that he could have performed fellatio on himself. No doubt about that.
As his thoughts wandered about, unbeknownst to him, his perfectly shaped maleness began to crank itself up, tenting his towel. Smith sighed in relief but cracked his eyes open immediately as the sauna door opened with a bang and a bull stormed right in. Smith gasped and sat up straight, trying to cover his blush and more importantly, the cock that he had realized. It was too late to bring it down and it's not going to fall any time soon. The thoughts of the tiger had embedded itself into his subconsciousness and it would take much effort to keep his erection down.
Maybe it was time to leave the room. His fur was matted down on to his body and the heat rose to a whole new level when the bull poured more water, grunting with a snort in between. Smith looked up and was about to excuse himself when he stopped abruptly in his tracks. What he saw could have thrown him off balance if he wasn't sitting down right now. That guy... that face... it's him! He knows this man!
Greg...
The bull turned to face the tiger and he, too, was temporarily shocked to find who it was in the sauna. "Well well, look what we have here."
Great... here comes the insult.
"It's nice knowing that a guy like you works out regularly in gyms." He stretched his arms high up and leaned casually on to the wall, looking down at the tiger with arms crossed. "So, how's life? Got any new social skills?"
"Greg, we're out of the office, don't start." Smith looked away.
A moment of silence fell on the two and none took the initiative to make small talks. Despite Smith's short comings with the bull, it was still his responsibility to care for the employees of the company. Now, here, in the gym sauna, outside of work, a colleague that hates him is in the same room. This will not end well. Smith growled to himself and decided to leave but what came next was something that he had not expected.
"You've got a boner over there," Greg snorted, "not gonna do anything about it?"
"What do you care?" Smith snides.
"Oh nothing... just nothing..."
Once again, another bout of silence.
"You know... I am in the remuneration committee." The bull suddenly spoke.
The tiger's ears stood at attention. That's new.
Greg looked at him for a brief moment before walking to the other end of the room, pacing around as if he was trying to debate with himself on whether or not he should be doing this. Something was on his mind, that was for sure. All he need was a slight coaxing from an expert in convincing. Namely, Smith but the bovine stopped and spoke once more.
"I am in the remuneration committee... and as you know, it is our job to lay out directors' salaries and the others as well and...." He stopped for a moment, clutching on to his towel. "It was a good committee... believe me when I say this but it was a damn good committee. We were one and our decisions were fair and just. Until he came in..." his voice trailed off.
"Who came in and why are you telling me this?"
Greg punched on to the wall. "That new CEO and I've been meaning to tell you this for the longest time!"
"Shaun...?" Smith cocked his head.
"Yes him. Shaun. He is our new CEO when the other retired and guess what? He flipped the whole organization. Before you came in, everything was going smoothly and until he found out that our little company needed an internal auditor, he immediately got one, which would be you. You have no idea how many fucked up information he had fed the other external auditors."
"Whoa, wait. You mean to tell me he falsified documents?" The tiger asked.
"You bet he did. The accounting rules are governed by the International Accounting Standard, right? Guess what, all those rules about assets and liabilities and crap? You can throw it all out the window. He doesn't follow them unless he needed to."
By now, Greg was panting and sweating profusely and with the sweltering heat from the steams, it made him look as if he had gone and soaked himself into the pool. Both paws gripped on his head and began to panic. What he was doing was spilling confidential information of not only the company's on goings but their treacherous activities.
Meanwhile, Smith was stunned at this new revelation. Does that mean that throughout his duties within the organization, he has been auditing works that does not reflect a true and fair view of the financial statement? Does that mean that he has been cheating the shareholders? What is going on?
"But the external audits are perfect! How could this happen?!"
"There are plenty of things that you do not know about Shaun and his deeds. So many that you should be out of this company as soon as you can. You and I are not safe. The cops could arrest us at any time and I do not intend to spend half of my life in prison, eating prison food and getting my butt raped like a fucking cow whore. You don't understand me!" Greg slammed against the walls, hard.
Both were pensive at this moment. There were so many things that the tiger didn't understand but he just had to accept the fact that the wolf was the evil mastermind in all of these demented plans. We are just his pawns and helpers to gain what he wanted. Whatever the consequences, he doesn't care and he was downright pissed at him. He dared seduce him into getting a blow job. Not only that, he severely threatened him with his fragile position. If that wasn't evidence enough, nothing is.
They cringed in silence, the sound of burning steam wafted through the air as it increases the room temperature. It was beginning to feel hotter and hotter by the minute and the tiger had had enough of this. Finally, it was time to review the reports back again and unfold the case to the higher authorities. His status and position was in jeopardy and losing it would mean saying goodbye to his career. But... where was he to even look?
As if reading his mind, Greg took his paw and pulled him up, pinning the tiger down to a wall. "Substance over form." Three very meaningful words. "He manipulated the concept of substance over form. What he does is legal in documents but this is downright wrong in many levels of accounting."
Smith was taken aback by such rough paws and he didn't appreciate the fact that he was pinned by a massive bull. He grunted for a moment but gasped in return as the bovine's face was merely an inch away from his nose. Words couldn't describe how hot it was to be dominated by such an animal but he knew better than to mess with a man with a burning desire to hit something. Many thoughts raced through his mind but the last thing he would expect was a simple kiss on his lips. Greg planted a soft and subtle kiss upon his lips and both paws were trapped in between hooves.
Their kiss didn't last long enough for Greg to explore deeper into that cavern and Smith pulled away, panting away. "What... the heck was that for?"
Greg looked away and chuckled slightly. "Heed my words, internal auditor, Shaun is manipulating the concept of substance over form and you should take that as a starting point in your audit trail. Find the source, the root of it and from there on, the trail will lead you to the bigger picture..." A finger traced underneath his chest, ensuring a gasp from him.
"Why are you doing this...?" Smith growled and tried to break free.
"Easy..." The bovine lifted his chin up, "Because I felt that I should tell this to you... to such a hot hunk of male."
"I...I don't get what you're playing at." He spat. "You were being such an asshole at the pantry the other day and now, you're saying that I'm hot? Don't give me lies, Greg."
"Listen to me, Smith. I am not the person that you see in the office. I have that persona because others view me as dominating and as you should know by now, everybody hates you for what you did in the company. Me? Oh no, I don't hate you. I find you hot in many levels but I can't say that in front of everyone. Instead, go with the flow. My sympathy goes out to you."
That was something unexpected. Few days ago, he saw him throwing insults and now, he was explaining and giving out his empathy? Something must be wrong but through the bull's eyes, he was sincere with each word that he spoke. Action spoke louder than words itself and that was what he had in mind. Closing in fast, his chest grinded squarely against the feline's muscular one. His abs was pressed with each other and he couldn't help it any longer. Closing his eyes in bliss, he took the tiger's lips once again and this time, he tried to be as intimate as possible. He meant it when it came to adoring the tiger as a whole and this was probably the best time and place to make it all happen.
Smith tried to push away but having muscles that weighed about 200 pounds or more, pressed up against him, wasn't the best of ideas. As if that wasn't enough, Greg gently grinded his body against his like a wet feline towel. As if on cue, their pieces of cloth fell and both cocks popped into the warm air. With a gasp of pleasure and moans, Smith quickly caved in. Their lips puckered and tongue danced, each trying to gain dominance but before he knew it, the bull grasped upon his shaft and began to caress at the head. This bull was clearly aroused by the sight before him as Smith could feel that massive bovine member slapping against his other half. Their cocks pressed simultaneously and clear droplets of pre seeped off from the slit.
Greg was too absorbed into his lust filled kisses that he barely knew what the tiger was doing. The feline was actually reciprocating! He kissed him back! The soft and succulent lips moved in unison but within seconds, he pulled away, breaking their heated moment and want. Smith was a little dizzy by now and he looked at the bull with curiosity. He wanted more than just an explanation. No, he wanted him to go after it.
"In all my life of working behind the desk, I've never seen such a handsome auditor before. You are one in a million and never change who you are. Okay, maybe a few polishing edges but you're fine with what you're doing." He smiled while fondling against Smith's cock.
"W-Why tell me this? Why reveal them to me?" Smith whined for a moment. He knew that what he was doing is wrong and unethical but at that moment, he was using his cock to think more than his brain. When the last was that he got laid? A month ago? Probably more and all he had was his own paw to deal with. His intelligence told him no but the other said yes.
"Because... I took them profits from them schemes and am part of it. That's why." Greg clenched his teeth. "It was a good scheme at first but after a while, I'm beginning to see a similar pattern within these dealings. I know when it's going to sink and it's going to, in a month or so, immediately after reports from external auditors."
His bovine paws released over the feline's wrist and pressed them against two large pecs. He growled and clearly from his eyes, he wanted more than just a blowjob. Heck, he wanted a good fuck; that's what he wanted. Smith was a little taken aback by his rough treatment but felt even harder afterwards. He doesn't know why but the more Greg slapped against his tensed muscles, he was aroused even harder than before.
Greg stopped momentarily and stared him in the eyes. "I may look big and being a bull and all, most would presume that I'm big and dumb but there's more than meets the eyes and you know it." Paws traveled lower and cupped against tiger butt. "You know it all too well."
Smith mewled in surprise and was pushed to the bench. The bull quickly got down to his knees and did what he did best, sucking a big mean male. He grunted for a second and engulfed the feline's cock whole, working his way down to the base. Tongue wrapped along the base and lapped as much as he could. The texture and taste was a bit different since they were sweating like a bunch of horny dudes. Salty and tangy but overall, a perfect fit for a tiger like him. Greg slowly spread those muscled legs open and gained better access towards the feline's privates.
Smith cried out in bliss but at the same time, wanted him to stop. He was basically torn between wanting to get fucked or walk away as if nothing happened. If there was a time, the time is now. Before the bull got his sweet and slippery tongue in, he should just protest and go. That delectable tongue, wet and slimy... coating against his puckered hole and the pleasure that coursed through his body as soon as it made contact with his malehood.
The steam from the rocks began to heat up once more and filled the room with a blanket of mist that shrouded their vision. However, that didn't deter the bull from moving forward. Finding it hard to maneuver around but it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out where the feline's sexy hole was. He went lower and sniffed like a hound dog, taking in the scent that belonged to a certain feline. The strong and pungent smell assaulted his nostrils like a wave of cooling water and that spurred him on. His tongue lapped against the side but he wanted the main course immediately.
Suckling like a baby, the bull kissed and wiggled his tongue in, feeling the tight constriction that surrounded the walls. However, that didn't stop him for a moment. Lap after lap after lap salivated against that man hole, practically making love with it; he made sure that it was all wet and good enough for penetration and the sounds from above gave the green light.
Smith was in heaven. His shoulders slumped down and arms lay lifeless against the bench, enraptured himself with the way his member was handled. His paws were definitely skilled and probably not his first, since he managed to make him pre like an endless river. Even through blurry eyes, the tiger managed to slip towards his ears and scratched in between them, the bull letting off a loud grunt and groan. His body wanted more than this man's body. No... he wanted to get fucked by him. It took all of Greg's willpower to pull himself away, leaving a wet cock to slap against abs. It glistened and dripped with both sweat and saliva and from the looks of it; Smith was more than ready to get some action.
The bull straddled his rump up but instead of penetrating himself downwards as he wanted to, he grinded the pole against the crack of his ass. The wet and lewd member slipped in between and he felt it all. It was beautifully shaped like the cock that he wanted to have all the while. The girth and length was just enough to make him moan like a little bitch. Opening his eyes slowly, Greg was greeted with a concerned tiger. Smith had his ears splayed upon his head and he clearly showed passion about it all.
"I've always fantasized about this. You... fucking the brains out of my ass." Greg licked on his nose. "I did not expect it be here but I'll take anything right now. I've always thought that, perhaps, we could fuck in your own personal office but this will do."
His statement drove him wild and the bull dropped his rump slowly on to the cock that was about to spread him open. The tiger's erection had never died down for even a second and that proved that he was just as horny as he was before. The head slipped in with a slurp Greg moo'ed in both pain and pleasure, panting for a brief moment before pressing against the tiger's massive chest. The girth and length was nothing that he had ever taken. It was thick in so many ways possible but the length wasn't as admirable as he thought it was. However, it didn't matter because each thrust and drop his rump took in felt like a pang of desire.
Greg propped himself up properly as he tried to take in as much as possible. Meanwhile, Smith sensed that the bull had a slight problem and he was concerned over him. He knew that he was bigger than the average tiger but not as large as the one that he knew few minutes ago. Speedy was probably bigger than he was, not to mention both in width and length. Oh, he'd love to take that cock right down his anal passage.
Mere thoughts of the other tiger aroused him further and slammed a few more inches up to the bull. Greg clenched both paws against the tiger's shoulder and gritted his teeth in return, trying to make the pain go away but it never left.
"You're... so big..." Greg moaned after a while.
"M-Maybe... Or you're just tight." The tiger huffed mightily. Finally, he had a good rhythm going on as his cock slammed right into that tight tail hole. His balls slapped heavily upon the bovine's muscled ass and with each smack, spurts after spurts of pre drizzled off from its slit. Smith growled in lust and slapped against that rump. The submissive male wanted more than just a simple fuck. Instead, he would want this to be a memorable fuck as much as possible.
Greg landed his paws against the tiger's chest and massaged against it, enjoying the muscles that belonged to such a massive male. Eventually, it wandered too far off from its destination and felt his nipples. It was hard and it definitely looked sweet enough to suckle on. He held those nubs gingerly and gave a soft pinch. What he got in return was something that spurred the tiger even more. He roared and moaned at the same time and his cock throbbed harder. Hips began to gyrate even faster and the bull felt like he was riding a god damn horse.
Moans after moans, grunts after grunts; the two were in their own world by now and nothing could have stopped them. Smith carried upon Greg's ass and held him up, turning over to the side and had him down behind his back. His cock had better motion now and access towards that ass and the more he humped, the tighter it got. In and out it went, without failing to land another spurt of pre against anal walls. However, he wasn't going to last long enough to enjoy it all. The tension that had been building up since the sight of Speedy and pressure from work, it was all coming down to a mighty orgasm.
Greg held on for his life and he felt his ass getting sore by the minute. This tiger was practically raping his ass and he didn't even know it! Each pump from that cock made him hiss and moan for a brief moment before his prostrate was jammed in. His muscles were beginning to ache and glistened by a mixed combination of musk, sweat, heat and pre. Try as he might to at least say something for the tiger to go slower but that would be a waste of time. His cock bounced and throbbed merrily against his abs and perhaps, for the first time, he could experience the tale of cumming without touching. Prostrate deep within him was stimulated up to no end and Smith showed no signs of stopping. Instead, he went further by slapping against his butt cheeks.
"Fuck! Argh!! Dude! Slow down!" Greg pleaded.
Smith ignored his plea and cracked a grin. "This is too good to let up. You've always wanted this, am I right? You just said so yourself. Why slow down now? Perhaps you'd want to be caught red-handed with a cock inside of you. How about that?"
Dammit! This man sure knows how to threaten another guy! Greg growled quietly. With a few more thrust, he was beginning to feel cum boiling deep within his heavily weighted orbs. He was about to cum, no doubt about that and the sensation of his own cock slapping against body, mixed with intense stimulation from prostrate, there was no telling how long he could have lasted.
As his counterpart began to hump harder and faster, this time, he was going in and out like a feral tiger. His instinct had kicked into gear and those rhythmic pumps were gone, replaced by short and powerful thrust; pre helped tremendously as lube. From below, Greg could have seen the fiery eyes of passion and lust burning in the tiger's expression and the way his balls slapped against his butt cheeks indicated the minutes of impending orgasm.
"Where do you want it, huh? Deep inside here?" Smith humped towards the base and pulled out purposely before going back in. "Or perhaps in that big mouth of yours?" His paw gripped over to the bovine's jaw and pried it open, wiggling a finger in. "Or maybe all over your hot luscious body? Letting it all drip down your muscles, soaking in my essence."
"W-Wherever you want! Gurr!! Fuck, you're going to make me blow!" Greg grasped along his cock and started pumping away. He didn't care if he was caught, all he wanted to be filled with the tiger's seed. His ass muscles gripped tightly against the organ and that hit the trigger to initiate the best orgasm of their lives.
Smith arched his back and conjoined his hips against that muscled ass. Cock embedded deep within the confines. He gasped and moaned as loud as he could but that couldn't be matched by the roar that broke through the heated room. His voice could have cracked the walls of the room as he roared like never before. Fiery ropes of pungent seed filled the ass to brim and he never wanted this to end. Copious amount of seed was carried forth to another male and that marked the bovine as his bitch completely. So much so that a few strands of cum seeped off from the side casually, running down his legs.
Greg felt the powerful jets and it hit the right spot. A few pumps were ensured around his cock and before he knew what had happened, rain of cum came crashing down on top of his chest and nose. Ropes after ropes spurted off from its slit and practically drenched himself with his own spunk. The brown bull was now half covered in pearly white seed of his own and his ass was rightfully claimed by another male. Despite his many rendezvous along the line, this man was something that couldn't be replaced at all.
A man that's not only good with numbers but also a hunk to go along with? Not to mention a hell of a sex machine when it comes down to mating. What more could a guy ask? Greg murred to himself as his afterglow started kicking in. Oh right, he's a fucking shy guy and couldn't stand up for himself.
Greg sighed quietly at the negative points of the auditor. His ass felt sore and the tiger's pumps had subsided to none. All he had now was a half limp cock buried deep in his wet ass. They looked at each other and smiled for a moment, grinning and giggling like a little school girl. However, the door opened abruptly and in came a burly bear with a towel wrapped around his lower torso. The sight of a tiger connected with another bull came into his sight and from the side; Smith could have sworn that the ursine blushed heavily under all those fur.
"I-I'm sorry. D-Did I interrupt something?" He looked away with an embarrassed look.
"No. We were just finishing. If you were here earlier, you could have subscribed to a free porn channel. No cable necessary." Smith groaned loudly when the bovine squeezed his ass tightly.
"Eep!! Um... I'll go over to the other side...." he stepped back cautiously. "And let you two get over it."
With that said, the bear opened the door quickly and ran off, practically leaving a trail of shame behind.
"Newbies, what do you expect." Greg smiled again and inhaled as deeply as he could. The first scent that came in was the scent of sex and male musk. The heated air had intensified tenfold and both were sweating uncontrollably. Their scent lingered around the room and it could take days to get it all off.
Smith purred in content as he pulled off, moving over to the nearest wall to watch his masterpiece move like the sexy hunk that he was. His spunk dripped obscenely along the bovine's calves but he didn't mind it at all. Instead, Greg took it as a pride and memories that he would be taking with him once he's away from the company.
"Sorry to kill the mood but I will be leaving tomorrow, away from the country for about three to four months, depending on the company's situation." He got up and draped his towel on his right shoulder. "I do not want to be accused and involved into this scheme any longer and I've got what I wanted. Anything further than what I have, I do not want a part in it."
Smith licked a few strands of cum on his paw. "Won't they know that you've run off?"
He chuckled. "Oh no, I highly doubt so. I just took a small portion while Shaun... took the most. He was and always has been the mastermind behind these forgeries. You should do well to heed my words and get out as soon as possible."
"I can't..." the tiger looked away. "The external auditor team is about to come in, in about three days time and I can't run away from my duties."
"Fuck your duties man!" The bull grabbed on the tiger's shoulder and shook him hard. "You're a handsome tiger. I admit that clearly now and you're such a fucking hot stud... not to mention an amazing sex partner but do you want to spend the rest of your life in prison because of matters like this?"
His paws gripped on to the tiger like a vice, assuring his seriousness but he did not fight back. Instead, Smith turned away with a forlorn look.
"Fine. I can't force you to."
"I'm sorry if my obligation of my professional work overrules all logic but that's how I work. I am a man of principle and - "
"A man of an idiot." Greg waved his paw behind and headed towards the door. "You do what you want. But know this, if you're ever in trouble, just give me a call. You have my number and address to my house. You know employee's personal information. Use that and find me." The door opened half way through but he stopped. "Smith... one last information that you should know."
Smith cocked his head to the side. "Please, do tell. Anything to help me in this case."
Greg sighed and shook his head. "Vessel. The keyword is Vessel. Vessel, dividend, new company, out of resources. That was what I heard last from Shaun."
"Vessel... dividend.... New company.... And out of resources...? That doesn't make sense...unless..."
"Yes, Smith, Mr. Auditor. The vessel is their main key point." Those were his final words and the bull was seen no more. That was the last Smith saw the bull.
Done! And cookies! Do comment, critic and stuff. It makes me tingly inside. Again, if there are any questions regarding the jargons or how the story is going, please, do ask. It may be too accounting oriented and I was hoping that you guys generally know the terms. :p