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>Fuck, this wasn't worth it.

>You shouldn't have shot Laura with that magic bullet.

>Your hips just aren't going to take it, even with the padding of your chair.

>Well, technically it's her chair that you're sitting in, all but strapped into it in her office.

>There's no restraints – other than the half-ton cougar on your lap, sitting astride you and leaning forward on the back of the chair – right into your face.

>Your hands are free to roam her form, even to push at her – though it does you no good, no amount of pushing getting her to budge, physically or otherwise.

>This is your new 'job' after all, one of the conditions for her to agree to a CU – the other being that you're not exclusive.

>Even lovestruck, Laura's still a lusty, cougar lawyer.

>And she makes you work hard – literally.

>Laura shifts on your lap, reminding you of that fact when a small alarm goes off.

>"Lunchtime already?"

>Her voice resonates through your head – literally again, since it's stuffed into the opening of her low-cut shirt, pressed into her chest between her tawny tits.

>She pulls back slightly so that you can actually breathe with your mouth. Her strong vanilla perfume is potent enough to taste.

>"You ready for your break, sweetie?" she asks, petting your hair with one giant paw.

>She's looking down at you, that smug smile gracing her face.

>"Yes, ma'am," you sigh, sliding your hands down to her hips.

>Laura puts the one paw behind your head and pulls you back into her bosom as she lifts up slightly, pulling her short skirt – a new staple of her wardrobe – up, before pulling your hands back down in place on her now bare ass.

>She's leisurely when she reaches down between the two of you and undoes your pants with a speed that belies years of experience. Your straining member pops out when the slacks are tugged out of the way, making the cougar chuckle when it hits her paw.

>"My, my, you're eager today, aren't you?"

>You let out a muffled 'yes' into her chest, knowing that's what she wants to hear.

>She strokes you a few times anyway, pinching you between her thumb and forefinger.

>"Yes... Very eager..."

>The cougar holds your tip up with a single finger as she thumbs aside her own undergarments, and you feel her dripping on you already. Evidently, you're not the only one that's eager.

>"Kisses."

>You respond instantly, kissing the depths of her chest, her fragrant shampoo and perfume coating your lips as you do so.

>"Good."

>She lowers herself slowly onto your head, stopping when your tip is enveloped in her warmth, her juices running down your length.

>"Why are you stopping?" you ask, though your words come out barely intelligible from her muffling cleavage. The cougar squeezes said cleavage around your head with a grunt, the soft, warm, suffocating pressure surrounding your head until you tap frantically at her ass.

>"Don't try and slack off on me," she chides as you pant, her breasts still pressing on the sides of your head, "I felt you cum earlier. You know you're supposed to hold it for me."

>...It was true that you'd relieved yourself earlier in your shift as Laura's 'personal assistant.' She'd been sitting in your lap, grinding on your member and pressing your face in her tits the whole morning.

>Kind of like every workday at your new 'job...'

>You thought you'd gotten away with it, the panting and minute shifting under her nothing out of the ordinary, but somehow the cougar knew.

>"I'm sorry..." you mumble into her fur.

>Laura laughs, leaning forward and pressing you deep into her chest.

>"'You're sorry?'" she repeats. "How about you show me, Anon?"

>With a groan, you nuzzle your face along her right breast, bringing your hands up to help before she grabs your wrists and pins them to her hips.

>"No. No hands."

>You grunt into her fur, and continue nosing at it, trying to make your way to the nipple. It's not an easy task, given how much breast there is to cover, how soft it feels against your face. How you can't pull back because of the chair behind your head, and how every time you stop for a vanilla-sented breath, her sleek fur slides along your face as her breast shifts back into place.

>And of course, none of it is helped by the way she shifts her hips teasingly above your lap, keeping the tip of your head inside and at attention.

>Eventually the cougar lets out a growly sigh, and grabs the top of your head with a huge paw, dragging your face across her soft, tawny expanse until her hardened nipple scrapes your face. She growls again as you fight against her grip for a quick breath, before letting her guide you into position and kiss her nipple.

>"There we go," she coos, one hand kneading at the back of your head, "You sorry, Anon?"

>You nod into the soft flesh of her breast, keeping your lips in place as you continue to kiss in apology. She huffs, though you feel her grip on your head tighten slightly.

>Her other hand reaches down and cups the base of your dick, a finger playing with your balls.

>"These are my balls, Anon," she says, pressing you harder into her breast, "you only empty them into me when we're together. You know that."

>You give her a muffled 'm-hmm, m-hmm' as you nod into her again, and start rubbing circles on her soft, expansive asscheeks. The cougar lets out a deep purr, her grip on your head relaxing, her hips slowing and sinking slightly further down on your erect member.

>When you thrust up against her, it turns into a growl, her grip on your nethers tightening enough to elicit a muffled yelp, and you attempt to get her tits out of your face.

>"No, now you have to wait," she says, exasperated. "Get your hands back on my ass and take your punishment."

>You comply, digging your fingers into her plush buttcheeks as you strain to sit still, your dick being assaulted by stimulus from both sides now. She's stroking your base with two fingers now, your tip still just past her heated, lower lips.

>"You're a nice young man, Anon," she says, voice as firm as her hands, "but you need to learn discipline."

>"Yes ma'am," you say through a mouthful of boob and nipple.

>Despite the fur and flesh your words have to travel through, Laura seems to get their meaning. She purrs again, kneading at your hair.

>"Good boy."

>She slows her stroking, twisting her hips only slightly now as you knead at her cheeks. You continue kissing her nipple, your breaths against her breast spluttering as she guides you by the back of the head, only ever letting your nose break away from her boob.

>It's during one of these breaks that you feel her slip deeper onto you, enough that there's no room for her other hand to tease your base.

>Your breath hitches at the heat, the pressure; she tips your head back to keep your eyes clear of her cleavage, letting you watch as she brings the hand up and sniffs it.

>You feel the cougar tighten up below when she rumbles with satisfaction, looking down at you with eyes of lust, of satisfaction. Of victory.

>"Suck," she whispers.

>Her nipple enters your mouth fully now as she presses your face back into her breast, the vanilla fur smothering you from all sides. You latch on and suck, your fingers going still on her rear.

>Laura tenses against you, frozen save for her hips, which rock by mere millimeters. Each one hits you with the force of a wave, making your toes curl and your nails dig into her.

>She gasps the moment your tongue touches her tender tip, and you feel her drop down on you and engulf you for a glorious moment before she raises herself back up, both her hands going to your head as the words "not yet, not yet," pour from her lips.

>For a few moments, she just holds you up against her chest as it heaves, her subtle rocking having slowed. Then the cougar leans back, reaching down into her shirt and taking your chin. Her paws are soft as she pries you from her nipple, guiding your face back into the hollow between her breasts.

>You wrap your arms around her waist as she does the same around your head; you know what comes next.

>Slowly, with a low, drawn-out rumble, Laura sinks down on you to the hilt. Your entire length is gripped, excitement dribbling down onto your testes.

>The cougar sighs, squeezing you tighter. Her heart is all you hear until your own struggles for air fill your ears. You keep your hands around her hips as you squirm around her bosom, and she lets up on you with a soft chuckle.

>"Okay, Anon," she purrs, letting you pant in her cleavage, "Go ahead and try."

>With a groan, your hands tighten around her love handles and you begin to fuck her.

>...Well, you try anyway. The combination of the chair and the cougar, both obnoxiously soft, dull the thrashing of your hips.

>That and she weighs half a ton, though you mercifully only feel part of it with her paws on the floor.

>You can barely feel her shifting as you thrust the inch or two that she allows, but what a glorious inch it is. Laura vaguely plays with your hair, her purring hitching every now and then as you grind up into her.

>She coos, her touches changing to petting when she feels your thrusts slow, your fingers dig in tighter to her waist.

>She coos when she feels you finally release into her with a gasp, the warm sensation spreading down your legs.

>"There we go," she says when you finally still, hugging you tight again between her breasts. She shivers, just a little, at the small breaths you take in her fur, feeling it flow across her skin.

>You let out a groan when she backs off, knowing what comes next as she plants her tit into your face. Her breath again hitches when her nipple again finds your lips, her hand going to your shoulder as you latch on.

>The cougar rises up on your member when you bite down, a muffled groan escaping her when your begin to flick with your tongue.

>You let out one in kind when she drops down, her other hand slipping behind you to keep you locked against her breast as she raises up again.

>The two of you alternate moans and groans as she speeds up, her from pleasure, you from that and a little pain.

>A half-ton of cougar crashing down on your hips isn't exactly a pain-free experience.

>Both of you get louder as her slams become slower, more drawn out, until she finally presses down on you hard, her claws poking holes in your shirt. She presses you back into the chair, and you feel her gripping the back of it, getting an extra millimeter or two of your length as her hips twitch and grind.

>You hold your breath as you fill her with your aftershocks, feeling her twinge with every pulse as your seed ebbs out.

>The growling sigh she lets out next makes the chair creak as she relaxes down on you. You feel her other breast flop down, free of her mouth now as it rests halfway on your head.

>The cougar shivers slightly when your hands trail up to her huge, soft tit, pushing away from your face enough to gasp. She hums, her hands coming to the backs of yours to make you massage her as you catch your breath.

>When you begin to do it on your own, kneading at her great mounds of tit, you hear her pick up her phone and dial Mikey one-handed.

>"Micheal?" she says, her other hand going back to your hair. "Could you be a dear and order the usual from Tom's?"

>Laura chirps when you slack off slightly, letting her breast press against your waiting lips.

>"Yes, I'll send him down. Let me know when it's ready."

>Your lips come off her nip with a pop when she sets the phone down, backing up off of you with a grunt.

>"Good boy," she says, a hand still mussing your hair when she reaches into her desk, pulling out two rags.

>You take yours and wipe yourself down while she does the same, sliding her panties back into place and rolling her skirt back down.

>"I'm going to use the washroom," she tells you, her tail drifting across your face as she rounds the desk. "When I get back, we'll take it in the usual spot, m'kay?"

>"Yes ma'am," you say, still a little out of breath.

>Laura lets out a happy chirp, and you hear the office door open and close as you lay there splayed out in her office chair, facing the huge, open windows.

>The 'usual spot' is the set of recliners that she first pounced on you in, though to her credit, she hasn't done so since.

>She doesn't need to, what with you already being in her clutches.

>You sigh, pulling your battered body up. The day is only halfway done, and Laura will no doubt repeat this little ritual at least one more time before the two of you leave for the day.

>Say nothing of what'll happen when you actually go back to her McMansion.

>As you flop down into the Lay-z Kat recliner, a glass of scotch in hand, you're unsure if servicing a huge, cougar sugar-mommy is the career you really wanted – the life you really wanted. But boy, is it an interesting one.

>You can't decide if you should be thanking Cupid or cursing him; another sip of your drink makes you lean towards the former.

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