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"Hey, Susan. What you doing down here with us worker drones?"

Susan smiled and smoothed her blouse down a little, the collie's tail slowly wagging. "Oh, not much. Just a little meeting with David," she replied.

The cat she was talking to flicked his ears back slightly."A meeting, or a 'meeting'?" he asked her, somewhat dubiously. That feline curiosity striking again.

"I don't see how my business is any of yours, Paul," she replied mildly, crossing her arms and smiling just enough to show the tips of her fangs.

He gave a slightly awkward laugh and sipped his coffee. "Point taken, boss,"

"Mhmm, damn right," she told him with a wink, then headed for the back. Of course, both of them knew exactly why she was there - as did everyone else with a functional snout. She was there for another meeting. A nice hard meeting that hit all of the pertinent spots.

She was there for a fuck, if the innuendo was a little too subtle.

She walked into his office without knocking, closing and locking the door behind her. She didn't bother to close the blinds - they were the sixtieth floor, after all. Any peeping tom deserved the view he got. She immediately started unbuttoning her top as she came in, dropping it on the ground at her feet. Her bra followed, leaving her topless. She stood by the door with her hands on her hips, watching David.

He was on the phone, and his voice audibly caught in his throat when he saw her come in. "Uh, sorry, but I'm going to have to cut this short. Yes, I know, however our CEO needs to have a word with me. Sorry again, I'll call you back as soon as I can. Bye," he said, hanging up the phone and staring at her. "That was actually an important call. Our contact in Beijing..." he told her. She dropped her pants and her underwear in one motion, stepping out of them. "...that...thing...with the...stuff..." he told her, trailing off into silence as he stared at her naked body.

"Oops. I guess I'll have to call them myself to apologise. Explain that more important matters came up..." she told her fellow collie, slinking across his office towards him. She went around his desk to the same side as him - a shove cleared his keyboard and his paperwork out of her way, and she hopped up to sit on his desk. She brought her feet up to rest in his lap, pressing firmly on the large, firm bulge there.

He groaned and loosened his tie, then all but dived for her breasts, taking them in both hands and bringing his mouth to them immediately, giving her nipples those messy, enthusiastic licks that she liked. What he lost in pleasuring her, he gained in endearing enthusiasm.

She kept up the pretence of having a 'meeting', even as his hand shoved between her eagerly-spread thighs, the touch of his hand making her shiver and moan softly. "I'm still waiting on your end-of-quarter analysis, David. You can't keep dragging your feet on it."

He mumbled something into her chest in response.

She laughed softly. "I don't care how distracted you are. Don't think I won't fire you..." she grabbed some of his thick, shiny fur - the same thing that had caught her eye in the first place in fact - and pulled his head up to touch noses. "No matter how good a fuck you are. Speaking of..." she told him. She leaned back, resting her elbows on his desk and spreading her legs wider.

He stood up eagerly, his tail wagging in a blur, fumbling with his pants to free himself. He didn't bother with his shirt. In moments his shaft was free, the bright red standing out starkly against his soft cream fur. He hesitated though, panting with excitement. "You know, I was thinking..." he started, his ears perked hopefully. His cocktip bounced slightly as he released a squirt of pre-cum that splattered against her already-slick lips, adding to the moisture there.

She guessed what he was after immediately from the look on his face. "Let me guess. You want anal."

He nodded sheepishly. "Uh, yeah..."

She sighed at him and rolled her eyes playfully. "Men. You're all obsessed with it. What's so appealing, anyway?"

"It feels nice!" he protested. Assuming that she was going to turn him down he moved forward, guiding himself with his hand to make sure he hit his mark. She moaned as his tip slid over her then caught, the first inch sinking in - before she reached down and put her hand on him to stop him. "Hold on, hold on...you've still got the lube, right?" she asked.

He looked like Christmas had come early. "Of course!" he told her, yanking open one of the drawers in his desk and rummaging through it to find the bottle.

She rolled her eyes again as she scooted forward slightly, then lowered her feet to the ground. She stood up and turned around, then leaned back down over the top of his desk, this time lifting her tail high and presenting her rear to him instead. "Only one condition."

"I'm listening," he told her - squeezing the lube out onto his fingertip - then with a press, he slipped it into her tight little ass.

She yipped softly, not from the penetration, but from the feel of the lube. "Christ! You couldn't have warmed it up first?" she asked rhetorically. She briefly clenched reflexively, stopping further progress - she relaxed, and the lubed finger slipped deeper. "Anyway...you can do this, on one condition. You come home with me tonight, and absolutely fuck my brains out. The _proper_way."

"Deal!" he eagerly replied. No surprise there. He was too eager to spend much time on fingering her - after a few more moments he pulled his finger free, and squirted more lube onto his cocktip. Eager though he may have been, he still knew to be gentle - he came up behind her, lined up his tapered tip, and started to push in. He moved very, very slowly - with a month having passed since the last time he'd had her there, he knew that she'd need time to adjust. She was so very tight around his tip, her tailhole fighting to keep him out. "Relax!" he told her.

"I_am_ relaxed, you're just big!" she shot back - despite the fact that he was right. Her head was resting on his desk, her eyes closed. "Hold up a moment," she told him, steadying her breathing. It didn't hurt, but she knew that if he pushed further, it -would-. Her held still for her as requested - squirting some hot pre into her ass and making her quiver - waiting for the go-ahead. Slowly, she forced herself to relax and accept the penetration. "...Okay, go," she told him.

That was how things went for the next few minutes - he pushed a little deeper, and she asked him to wait and let her adjust. Each time, he obeyed - and inch by inch, he slowly slipped into his boss' ass. Finally, with one last shove - and a grunt from both of them - he hilted himself in her. "Hrnf, fuck!" he grunted out. "So fuckin'...good..."

"It must be good, I've reduced you to cave-dog," she quipped. She shifted her weight slightly to get more comfortable, gripping his desk a little tighter. That made him laugh, and she laughed too - which in turn made both of them groan as she involuntarily squeezed around him.

She didn't give him the verbal go-ahead - instead he waited until he thought she was comfortable, and started thrusting. From there, it was silence - save for both of their panting, the slick sounds of his shaft sliding through her tight hole, and his ecstatic grunting and growling. Her ass was so tight, and so much different to her pussy - different textures and sensations that drove him nuts. For Susan, the experience was enjoyable...but nowhere near as enjoyable as vaginal, and nowhere near enough to get her off.

It didn't take David long to cum in her - five minutes of slow, gentle, steady fucking, before the heat and pressure of her ass was too much for him to take. With a blissful whine he shoved himself in, and his knot swelled up inside her, as thick around as a fist. The tie was his favourite part of anal with her - her ass formed a ring that squeezed just under his knot, amplifying his pleasure tenfold. When he came it was in huge gushing splurts that filled her ass with sticky heat.

And as for Susan herself? She was left to groan and whine along with him...and literally dripping onto the floor of his office with need. Being tied just teased her more - his swollen knot pressuring her from the inside, giving her just enough stimulation to get her worked up, while denying her release. "Mmf...I hope you're happy..."

"Very."

"Well, at least one of us got something out of this meeting..." she told him.

"You liked it too," he told her. Spurt , another squirt shot into her. He'd keep shooting the entire length of the tie.

"I'll like it even more when we have our meeting tonight."

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Fifteen minutes later Susan left, her fur dishevelled. She turned heads as she made her way back to the elevator to return to her own office - while it was hardly unusual for her to leave from a meeting with David with the smell of sex trailing her, it _was_unusual for her to smell even more eager after she left.

Two hours after her 'meeting', she replied to an email David sent her about the Chinese deal. At the bottom, she added a couple of personal notes.

P.S. My ass hasn't stopped leaking yet.

P.P.S. Performance review is going to be excellent this year.

P.P.P.S. Round two, my desk this time? I think I can get a little hornier before our date meeting tonight. ;3