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Mr. Jasper

I glanced up at the analog clock mounted above the corkboard posted with various company charts and motivational posters in addition to birthday cards for Gina, invites to Fred's cookout, and cartoon strips clipped from the newspaper. Ten after two. My eyes darted back to the elevator nervously. It disobeyed my mental orders to open. My heart sank at its refusal, but a corner of my mind told me I should be thankful. I was disappointed that my bare instincts were robbed of what they wanted to see today, but grateful that I had the opportunity to make an ass of myself removed. I glanced at the form I'd printed off earlier. I glanced back up at the clock. In twenty minutes I'd have to copy it to allay suspicion of my previous activities.

The elevator binged. My eyes jumped. The tiger taur I'd been waiting for darted out. "Sorry I'm late." I overheard him say to the receptionist Tammy. The fennec simply said in reply, "Don't worry about it. Mr. Crampton is still in his meeting.". My heart beat double time.

The taur gushed his relief. "You have no idea what it was like getting here this afternoon. I think the entire city decided today was 'forget how to walk day.'"

I glanced up at the clock again. Damn it. Damn timing of the day. I'd still have to make my copies at 3:30, otherwise people will get suspicious. I ran my eyes over his large form again. A full grey suit jacket, white shirt, and red tie adorned his upper torso. Brass cufflinks held the shirt sleeves closed about his hands. And the shoulders of the jacket were clearly padded for the macho man of business look. But his lower, um, self was purely bare. The body of an orange and black striped tiger with white under belly stretched back from where the suit jacket bottomed out back several feet to a twitching tail. I let my eyes linger at the base of that tail for some time, hoping its irritated flicking would knock what was back there into my line of sight. But alas, the hind leg nearest me was positioned just far enough back to prevent that happening. I cursed my luck of the day, then catching my staring turned my eyes back to my keyboard, hoping no one had noticed.

Some of my, um, less culturally sensitive coworkers found it humorous, the way the animal half stuck out from the fully clothed body. Though I could hardly be considered one to judge given my own... interests in the man. Especially since I considered my self straight. And, um, happily married. I toyed with the golden ring about my finger and glanced at the picture of my wife upon my desk. A beautiful calico cat who left nothing to be desired in her form, humor, personality, or anything else a person could desire in a mate. But my own mind and genitalia had taken a bizarre interest in this striped cat. I should again be thankful of being robbed the opportunity.

Normally he got here strictly at two. Got right in to see Mr. Crampton. And was strictly out at 2:30. At 2:30 I'd be certain to be standing up at the copier copying some random official looking document I'd printed from the internet. And I'd get a good view as the feline waited for the elevator. I always made it 2:30. Even on days he wasn't here, or his meeting ran late, or was cut short. It sucked to miss him, but it gave me plausible deniability. And most of the time I still got to see my show. Provided no one ever asked me what I was copying, I was good.

Still, the day may come when someone asks me just that. Or they spot my wandering eyes as I wait 'impatiently' for the machine to do its work. And I'd be out. If nothing else I could be branded a racist. Taurs were still a novelty in the city. And curious eyes often wandered 'back there' on many of them. Most people just overlooked it the way they would any animal. Others glanced and snickered. Some people found it 'indecent' and they should cover up as us bipeds do. And few, apparently myself included, found it strangely erotic. I'd looked up things on the internet. Apparently I was not the only one who found my usual sexual preferences questioned when faced with a view to a taur's rear. But I'd tried looking at porn of taurs in my spare time. Male and female. None turned me on the way this striped guy did.

I chanced another glimpse up. The tiger had moved from relief at being late not mattering to annoyance that he'd bothered hurrying. One fewer chances to fuck up. One more day at least to not be caught being a pervert. I looked over at the water cooler. Right next to the copier. A good view to Mr. Crampton's door. I could probably get a good view as he went in to meet the boss.

I opened an old document quickly to shake my head in frustration at and sigh audibly. Then stood and walked dejectedly over to the water cooler. "Man, what a day," I said to the feline standing nearby. The first line I'd ever spoken to him.

"Tell me about it," the cat was in no mood for small talk.

As I filled the small cone with water the door to Mr. Crampton's opened and his former client exited. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Jasper." The tiger was in the office faster than my eyes could shift over to look. Mentally I cursed again. Then, remembering my act, continued to pretend as though I was taking a break from some rather frustrating work.

I returned to my desk disheartened. I considered tossing the form in the trash. Surely no one would notice if one day I didn't make copies exactly at 2:30. I tried to figure out what I could do to pretend like I was working for the last three hours of my day, not wanting to do actual work.

At 2:35 my eyes glanced at the clock again, and I decided what the hell. If nothing else I could get a drink of water while I did my routine faux paperwork. It might help lessen the stress I'd heaped on myself. I sighed and leaned against the wall, sipping at my cone more slowly than anyone has ever drank water in the history of all live in the universe as the copy machine droned out its replicas of a work application for Sapphire Wednesday's. Mr. Crampton's door flung open. The taur stormed out noticeably and stabbed the down button on the elevator. My eyes leapt to the base of that tail. I didn't care what he was angry about. Or who might see. Or that if the tiger found out about my voyeurism that in his current state of mood he'd kill and eat me. I just wanted to see if that angrily twitching tail gave me more view than usual.

Luck had come to me. That tail knocked his big cream colored balls back and forth. I kept having to pull my tongue back in my mouth and command myself with all my willpower not to let my trousers become visibly tented. More than just a wonderful view of those bouncing orbs, his pretty pink pucker kept being bared beneath that swishing tail. Oh, the things I'd do to that hole. Then the entire cat tensed up in frustration just as the elevator opened. His tail straight. The universe did me a rare favor by slowing time down for me to enjoy a nice extended view of those lovely balls and that gorgeous tailhole. The silver doors met behind him. And I tried to reign in my senses.

"What a day." I managed to keep from jumping too high as Mr Crampton spoke up next to me. "Business shaken up left and right. I obviously can't go into details, but I don't blame Mr. Jasper for being upset."

I managed a nod in acknowledgment. "What do you have there? Sapphire Wednesday's?"

My heart stopped and my brain somehow made up for it. "Um, yeah, some neighborhood teens asked for my help in finding jobs. I figured this would be a good way to start them off."

The wolf's eyes narrowed. "I'm not sure I approve of this use of company resources." I gulped internally. The wolf sighed. "But I suppose it's good that some kids are seeking out honest work. Lord knows we have too many that don't. Just try not to make a habit of this?" Mr. Crampton returned to his office. The old wolf was kind, but rather judicious about the use of office supplies. My slap on the pinkie reprimand was likely him attempting to regain some good karma in the face of whatever all had transpired today.

I returned to my desk thinking that I had used up a lot of good karma with that view, as well as not getting caught. My legs safely tucked away I let my member grow to its full hardness. Yes, Mr. Jasper may not be back for a couple of days. That would probably do some good for me to recuperate. And that last view would certainly last me a few days. I rubbed the hard shaft through my trousers.

***

I made it home. I hadn't cared how. I barely noticed myself locking the door behind me as I entered. "Hi, honey, how was your day?" Christie chirped. I through my arms around her and shoved my tongue down her throat. I fantasized it was the tongue of a gorgeous male tiger taur that toyed with mine.

"Mmm..., one of those! Whoop!" I yanked her up the stairs of our nice suburban home. She giggled as I all but threw her onto the bed. I couldn't do such a move with Mr. Jasper. I pounced atop her and she riled with laughter. I kissed her cheek. Her neck. Her lips once again. Anywhere I could imagine of that great striped cat. My hands ran over the back of her shirt down to squeeze her ass. Another thing I couldn't do with Mr. Jasper, as his delectably squeezable rear would be too far out of reach.

I ripped her T-shirt over her head. Not the suit and tie I wanted to be seductively undoing. She wore no bra when about the house. But I had no interest in what that normally hid. Blue jean shorts were another thing Mr. Jasper lacked, and remembering his lacking of them strained my cock in my trousers all the more. My own suit was a bitch to remove today. It always was when I was in one of these moods. Of course Mr. Jasper need not remove a single article of clothing for me to fuck that pretty ass. But to me, sex was most fun if everyone was in the buff.

Christie's pussy already leaked her juice across the bedsheets. I dragged her by the ankles to the edge of the bed and stood at the end myself. "Ooh," she said. She loved being fucked like this. I just pretended Mr. Jasper did, too. I brought my cock to the tip of her pussy and slid it in. The honey of her cunt making do for whatever interesting lubricants I could find at a sex store for Jasper and I to enjoy.

I wasted no time in shifting to an absolute pounding of her pussy. She moaned and screamed and cried. And my brain edited each cute little noise to the masculine tones of Mr. Jasper. My eyes closed tight. Her puss... no, his ass tight around my cock. I felt him clamping about me each time I thrust. I slowed myself. I needed to enjoy the feel of that gorgeous backside. He moaned from the bedsheets at my relenting, but that made me delight in tormenting him more. I stopped for a moment. He whimpered that I did. Then purred at the simple joy of having my hard cock buried in him.

But there was only so long I could torment him before I was tormenting myself more. I resumed my pounding harder than I'd ever done. Anyone watching from aside would be amazed my legs didn't shear off. The tight, hot, wet with lube ass about my cock. My penis digging into his intestines. Oh, the cat couldn't handle it. He roared as he came. I closed my eyes tight to ignore the feel of the juice of my wife splashing my belly, but instead watch the massive throbbing cock of that tiger spray white cum all across his belly. And his anus tightening hard about my cock as he came so hard him self made me cum even harder. I pumped his rear full of a gallon of my hot seed. Each hot pulsing jet surging over my entire body with the force of a python's squeezing coils. At some length my own python stopped its spasms, long after the contents of my rather blue balls had been dumped into the wonderful tiger.

My eyes opened, and my heart fell a bit upon seeing who I was actually fucking. She simply lay there, smiling at me. I smiled back. Withdrawing my cock from her, I fell upon the bed aside her. "I love you, Sammy."

"I love you, too."

I managed to not add a name to the end of that sentence. She had no idea. She didn't need to. She just knew that a good number of days her loving husband had to get over the stress of work by fucking her brains out. She was a sweet and dear girl. And maybe I could, later tonight, bring myself to make love to her without fantasizing about Mr. Jasper while doing so. At least, maybe not too much.