Climbing Corporate Pt. 2
#2 of Climbing Corporate
A moment's tension melted into smooth, almost drowsy relaxation as Lith let a long breath go through his nose. A firm arm, hooked around the small of his back, held him to the gray wolf as the kitty's lips were taken in a warm, inexplicably loving kiss. He didn't even know the canine's name, but in this moment, he felt as though they were long parted lovers sharing a fervent reunion, an affection that could not be expressed through anything so false as words. The feline hung limp and at peace in his arms, a slow flush rising in his cheeks as he felt the clear stirring of his would-be lover's loins against him.
"I think you've calmed him down, Gyro. Were you going to let us have any before lunch is over?" A man's dry sarcasm cracked the shell of the illusion, and the world came down upon the feline once again. His job, the cafeteria, his building anxiety, and the wolf that calmed him with a few words and an unexpected, overwhelming kiss. His eyes blinked open as the kiss broke. The wolf, Gyro, was looking over his shoulder with a bit of a smirk.
"Sorry, I have a bit of a thing for cats. You want to get on the other side?" The kitty blinked again, and Gyro turned back to smile down at him. "Feeling better?" Lith swallowed slowly, and gave a little nod. "Alright. Down we go, then. Better not keep everybody waiting, huh?" Lith hadn't even realized he was on the table until the wolf was pushing him down on his back, cradling his head a moment before the feline settled, his shoulders falling just short of the far edge of the table. The wolf straightened with a slow smile, pushing the black cat's legs up and open with a low murr, looking over the kitty spread before him, with his big, blue eyes still showing a hint of uncertainty, his slender body spreading into wide hips and a thick rear, against which the base of a happy wolfcock nestled quite comfortably.
"Mmmm. I knew I'd have to get a piece of you from the first day I saw you in the hall." He grinned, paws sliding over that ass, and his thumb slowly pulled the string of his thong to one side, only putting a hint more strain on the black tent twitching above. The wolf kissed his tip to the kitty's cute little pucker with a hum, and smacked his lips. "Was that... jackal?" Lith's head whipped up, his cheeks beet red, only to throw back with a moan as the wolf slid into him with a hearty push and a deep chuckle.
The kitty arched his back at the firm drive into his tailhole, legs spreading wide without a thought as he drew a deep breath and let it go in a fresh, soft moan as the wolf drew a hint to push deeper. It was warm inside him-- not quite hot, not quite uncomfortable, but undeniably, inescapably warm, and it felt like that warmth seeped into his insides as the wolf's hips pushed into the cushion of his rear and drew, setting into a firm, steady pounding. The feline's eyes drifted back around the world to the wolf as he took his time with that tight tailhole, the wolf smiling when he noticed his gaze. Lith smiled back shyly, mewling softly, and he might have relaxed into a comfortable ride if a high cry hadn't risen on his right, making him jump a bit.
His boss was arched high off the table, her eyes wide, as that bear she'd shared such affection with ground tight in against her, gripping tight at her hips. She seemed frozen a moment, and finally broke into shudders, melting back onto the table with shaky murrs. She pulled at her bear as he leaned in with a chuckle, and she murred against his muzzle, "sneaky devil, you haven't gone back there for a week! You'd better go easy on me." Her legs closed around his hips as he pulled and shoved a deep stroke home. Lith's cheeks burned steadily as he looked the other way, feeling as if he was intruding on something private.
To his left, a markedly small dick was flopping about in the air at about his eye level. Its owner, a gecko that hardly seemed like he could be out of high school was panting noisily into the table, licking spilt cream off the edge as a lion stuffed a rather impressive shaft under that wide, bright green tail. The gecko glanced up, and hefted himself up on his elbows --the only part of him touching the table, since the the lion seemed to be holding him like a wheelbarrow-- to meet a silver dragon and his overflowing sheath with a smile.
Drawing his eyes down again, Lith tried to focus on the wolf claiming his rear and not notice the others just a couple feet to either side of him-- but his attention was, once again, divided. A noisy throat-clearing perked his ears, which promptly brushed over something warm. His gaze rolled up, and an upside down deer with a rather sleek build and barely forked antlers smiled down at him-- around the cockhead abruptly obscuring the kitty's vision. "Hey there, cutey. Mind if I cut in on this a little? He's not the only one that's had an eye on you."
The kitty's cheeks burned, but he nodded a little, his head falling back as his tongue slipped out to lick loosely over that tip in greeting. His vision was mostly filled with the deer's legs, his snug sack and the shaft bridging the gap between the two of them, though to either side he could see other males with their pants around their ankles at the next table over, having their way with the kitty's coworkers. He slid his eyes shut, and leaned up a little to kiss to that shaft, giving it a welcoming suckle.
The deer seemed to take this for an invitation, and promptly pushed into his muzzle, musky flesh bursting against his tongue as paws spread on his chest, pressing down in a light lean as the deer drew slowly to push in again, stroking past the feline's lips slowly. Lith did his best to keep up, dragging his tongue over every inch that invaded his mouth, suckling firmly at it with soft slurping noises at each shift to push or pull. He was soon milking low murrs from the deer, blunt fingertips dragging through his fur. "Mmmh, sweet little mouth on this kitten..." The kitty's ears flicked a bit in embarrassment, but he answered the compliment with a firm, deep suckle, leaning up a hint to capture an extra inch of deer cock as he pushed in.
While the stag moaned over his slurping, welcoming mount, the wolf was hard at work pumping the other end. Gyro clutched to the kitty's spread legs as he bounced off those cheeks rapidly, mindful of his knot as it started to swell. As it grew plumper and plumper, he lightened his strokes, letting his knot push snug against his hole without quite pushing in, while at the same time he sped up to make full use of every second he had as he neared the edge. The feline gave a muffled groan as the wolf rode him roughshod, his hips wiggling slowly around the constant beat of that fat wolf knot against his hole, which only ground that rapid-stroking shaft around his insides at every angle. Gyro let a thick snarl go as he teetered on the edge of climax and shoved his bloated knot tight to that hole as he fired off inside him.
Lith's body pushed up, his hips bucking to grind right back against that knot as he felt that immense heat abruptly push deep into his body-- all the warmth he felt from the start finally burst free, and was filling his deepest core. All too soon, Gyro started sliding out of his ass. The kitty whimpered around his mouthful of deer, and the stag patted him on the chest a bit. The wolf laid a kiss on the inside of the kitty's thigh, gave him a slap on that plump ass, and was gone.
Slumping a moment, the feline lay spread out on the table, savoring the warmth spreading through him as he suckled at the cock humping into his face with hardly a thought for it. Just when that juice was starting to dribble from his tailhole, though, a fresh pair of paws scooped up his cheeks, and his leaking hole was unceremoniously plugged. Lith gave a start, and the deer over him chuckled, "you sure you're up for this? Seems like a pretty sweet ride." His fingers were back to rubbing firmly over the kitty's chest, combing through his fur and rubbing down his tender flesh.
"Hell, I'll do my best. I've been getting better lately." With that, the fellow below got to work on his hole, starting with an earnest pounding right from the start. The kitty merfed softly, settling down a bit only to perk as the deer's fingertips started teasing at his nipples. It didn't come up often, but Lith's tips were rather sensitive-- as the deer discovered when a few light tweaks had the tent of his thong straining painfully, the tip growing damp and allowing a shadow of pink to show through the black fabric. The stag chuckled at this, and started rubbing slowly over those tips with his thumbs as his strokes into that hot maw started pushing deeper. The feline squirmed anxiously, leaning up without thinking to abruptly swallow the deer's cockhead at the bottom of a thrust as he bucked his hips against the studious humping the fellow across the table was giving him. The stag grunted thickly and happily obliged, pushing right down the feline's throat.
"Alright," a woman's voice cut in, "no sense letting that go to waste." The table shifted a bit, and abruptly, the kitty's twitching cock was freed of its constraints-- pulled to one side tenderly while a pawfull of slender fingers wrapped around his shaft, giving him a slow stroking or two. "Not bad for a girly boy. Hold still, Lith." The kitty's ears perked, wondering a moment how she knew his name-- until he remembered the nametag clipped to his chestfur. A new paw planted on his belly a moment, and a quiver ran through the kitty as a wet, warm pair of lips nestled against his head, his shaft throbbing happily as the head was slowly consumed.
The triple-teamed kitty couldn't help but give a long, needy roll of his hips as the woman sunk down on him, grinding up into her and rolling down to push against the fellow that was pumping his ass faster with every moment. Lith clung hungrily to his mouthful of deer, slurping and swallowing around it as it pounded its way down his throat. Its owner chuckled breathily as he humped away, "looking good, babe. You should let me give you a proper ride sometime."
Knees settled in snug on either side of the kitty's ribcage as said babe settled in firmly seated on Lith's cock, her rear getting bumped with every stroke pushed into the kitty's ass. She chuckled briskly as she ground the feline around her insides slowly, both paws slowly grasping into his belly fur. "Just because we're having sex in the same room doesn't mean there's no such thing as sexual harassment, 'babe.' Maybe you'd better keep your eyes to yourself if you're going to start hitting on people that aren't here for your pleasure. I'd hate for you to lose your job here, of all places, for getting rowdy with the fellow employees." Her dislike for the idea was not too apparent in her tone.
"Haha, ouch. No need to get your ears in a knot, just thought I'd offer." The stag's paws drew away, and he started shoving into the kitty's face aggressively, those tight-packed balls slapping tautly against his nose. A high groan rose, but not from the one Lith expected-- the one taking his rear was pushing sloppy, desperate strokes into his ass even as he came, his shaft throbbing abruptly as he went off. "Damn, man, again? I told you." The stag chuckled brusquely.
"Hey, fuck you. I would've lasted longer, if I didn't have Sara's ass practically in my lap at the same time. It's too much watching her ride him right in front of me." He pulled out, dribbling a little more on the kitty's cheek before disappearing as the stag jeered after him a bit. The kitty never even saw who'd just filled him.
"Prick's always got an excuse," the deer murred as his strokes stepped up a notch, riding the kitty's face rough and fast as the kitty struggled simply to accept him, throat getting plundered rapidly as his tongue clung to the back of the very plunderer. "Nngh... he's got a point about watching you, though." He huffed thickly, and pushed to hilt against the feline's face, throbbing against his tongue and deep in his neck as the kitty swallowed in welcome around the mass of flesh, and the first burst of cream as it shot down his throat.
"What'd I just say?" Sara sat down firmly in the kitty's lap as though to punctuate the sentence. "It's not like it'd even be any paperwork for me, you know." She heaved herself up again with a huff, stroking up and down that twitching, drooling kittycock as her insides clung tight to him.
Letting a long, half-swallowed groan go, the deer's hips ground slightly against the kitty's muzzle as he fired and fired, and he slowly pulled back again with a sigh when his balls finally began to loosen. He gave a breathy chuckle as his cockhead slipped out of the kitty's throat, painting his tongue with a few loose spurts before he pulled out altogether. "Some women just can't take a compliment." He bent down to pull up his pants, glancing up at the cat, who lay with his head hanging, mussed up and swallowing slowly around the fresh load of cream, his cheeks hot. "Right, Lith?" The kitty barely blinked, and gave a vague murr.
"Go eat, will you?" The woman atop him set to bouncing properly on his meat, paws sliding up his chest. "There now, don't listen to him. He's just jealous he's not in your department." She chuckled softly as she scritched a little at his neck, her claws blunt. "Not that he could do your job for a day." She huffed as she rode him, her sweet cunt dragging down his length to grind around him a bare moment before pushing up again. The kitty finally pulled up his head, licking his lips a bit as his eyes blinked at the light and focused on her. "There, now. I can tell you're not near spent-- you're hard as a rock." A brown rabbit smiled down at him, a rather impressive bust heaving over him in the taut containment of a blouse and a dress jacket. Her pants were missing at the moment-- though the flaps of her blouse sat on his stomach every time she landed atop him.
"No getting tired yet, Lith. Lunch hour's far from over."