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"I expect to see your answer to my proposal by tomorrow," Areum said into her phone, an even tone more than enough to intimidate. Tall and burly yet feminine, Areum ran her monolithic technology corporation and her life with vicious efficiency.

The voice on the other end of the phone knew respect and fear for Areum, logical responses according to anybody who knew her. "Yes-, yes ma'am. I'll have an answer for you in the morning."

"Of course you will. Good bye," Areum said, then pressed the red button on her desk phone's key pad. Her fingers moved, dialed the asterisk and a three-digit code. "Lankett. Get in here." She gave no delay for a response. Hung up again, typed in the asterisk and another code.

"Yes, miss Areum?" a female voice replied.

"I will be on break," the hedgehog asserted. "No calls for one hour."

The double doors of Areum's office opened just as she set the phone into its cradle. Areum wasted no time. She began to unbutton the jacket to her smart, fashionable suit and said to the entering fox, "The usual."

"Of course," he replied, and locked the doors.

By the time Desmond Lankett crossed her large office, Areum had undressed down to her heels and stockings. These she left on. A woman of middle-age with a multi-billion dollar company to her name, Areum enjoyed the good life, chief among her pleasures a voracious sex drive and the lustful admiration of countless boys half her age. Her tall, thick body was breathtaking; her pubes bristled like the plush and wiry hairs in her armpits.

Desmond was by far her favorite boytoy. Previously a lowly intern, she came across him when it was his chance duty to bring xeroxed papers to her office. A glance at his feminine body and long hair enticed her. She had sat on his face and discovered he had a talent for eating ass. Then and there, she promoted him to the spurious title of personal general assistant to CEO and ensured his loyalty with a vastly inflated paycheck and almost daily sex.

"Pants off," Areum commanded. Her Korean accent had been all but neutralized through speech counseling. In its place was stiff enunciation in a deep, but still feminine voice. Without concern, only a mechanistic gathering of information, "Have the bruises healed?"

"Yes ma'am," Desmond replied, a hint of a quiver in his voice. He slid down his slacks, left on his briefs. Areum's language, he had learned, was precise as a laser. His small erection tented his underpants.

The hedgehog with her great reach and toned muscles grabbed Desmond, pushed him onto the desk, made him lie across its great smooth surface. He looked at the ceiling, knowing it didn't matter if he knew what she was planning. Areum owned him. He didn't mind at all.

She pulled a hairbrush from the middle drawer of her desk. Its bristles were clean; she did not use it for Desmond's hair or her own hairlike quills. Her paw felt across Desmond's groin, gripped his penis through his briefs. She listened to the noises the fox with the raccoon markings made, loved all the hisses and coos he emitted. Areum enjoyed sexual sounds, especially ones of weakness - of pain. She slid down his briefs, exposing his genitals.

Areum brought the back of the brush crashing into Desmond's testicles. The foxcoon shrieked but stayed flat, his legs curling yet remaining apart. Areum knew he enjoyed it. It was one of the things he admitted to her during far more invasive proceedings at her home. Areum had outright interrogated the young man with a dildo in his ass and his balls in her grip. It had been a fun night for both of them. In the exceptionally rare times she reminisced with him, that night and the many bruised shades of his body tended to come up first.

She smacked his balls with the brush again, allowed herself a grin at his sexual suffering. It was wonderful to have a boy who welcomed her forms of stress relief. Others could be bribed into it but there was no substitute for the willing victim. She dropped the brush on the desk, wrapped her paws around his genitals - one on the sack, one on the penis. His erection was stiff as marble.

"Good boy," Areum said, doling out her praise as cautiously with Desmond as with her more traditional employees. They and Desmond knew to cherish such a simple compliment.

The hedgehog masturbated him for several seconds as she kneaded his scrotum, helping to quicken the bruising which would eventually turn his balls an ugly purple shade. Areum liked to bruise but not maim; she enjoyed the hisses and whines from Desmond's lips.

Bored with handling Desmond's small genitals, Areum stepped up onto the desk, heels clacking on the oak. She stepped over him, turned around. Sweat dribbled down her legs. "My ass is sweaty today," she said. "But you enjoy that."

"I love it, it's the best," Desmond enthused.

"Yes, you enjoy it," Areum concurred. "Because you are disgusting. You enjoy my smell." The motherly hedgehog squatted, brought her ass lower and lower towards Desmond's hungry lips until finally her cheeks enveloped his muzzle. Areum's musky scent was thick, the smell of a fat and sweaty behind which spent a lot of time in chairs. A woman who believed in natural musk, she bathed only every other day and put on deodorant only for big meetings.

"Smell me," Areum ordered. "Put your nose in my anus and sniff. You had better enjoy this."

Desmond did, he did so much. He packed his nostrils into the pink, wrinkled ring of her asshole and smelled her hungrily, sucking her scent deep into his lungs as if snorting lines of cocaine. His penis, small and uncircumcised, dribbled precum into the puff of blonde pubic hair just above it.

"Yes, smell me," Areum hissed, beginning to smirk. She took physical pleasure from Desmond's quivering nostrils rubbing against her anus but the domination was what gratified her most of all. The foxcoon was her plaything, as close as she could get to owning an individual as property. The way he lusted after her smells and sweat was delightful, how he bared himself for her abuse satisfying in a primal way to the powerful woman.

She pushed her wide ass down, caused her anus to part somewhat around his nose. Her scent was at its thickest just inside, heavy and earthy musk filling the boy's head. "You would do this for free," she remarked. "The paycheck is a perk. You would smell my body free of charge."

"Mhm," Desmond easily agreed, head swimming with the hedgehog's potent smell.

"Good boy." More soft praise. "I am done being smelled," Areum spoke. She pulled up, leaving Desmond's snout soaked in sweat. Moving beside Desmond, knocking pens and papers off onto the floor without care, Areum made herself prone beside the fox. Arms folded behind her head and hairy pits smelling of odor, the hedgehog commanded, "Now fuck me. We will have vaginal sex today. Make use of your tongue as you always do, but I do not wish to be kissed today."

Desmond moved with some pain, his balls swollen and discolored from the hairbrush strike. Feeling like a child climbing onto an adult, he pawed over Areum's leg and knelt between it and its twin. He brought his small, stiff cock to the fat lips of her vulva. Pushing into her was easy but she was still snug, still quite fuckable after two daughters and decades of decadent penetration. He moaned as he lay over her, resting his face in her cleavage as he started to move his hips.

Areum huffed, eyelids drifting shut, hiding the cold fire in her gaze. "Mm. Fuck me. Yes," she dully said. "You won't make me cum so don't fret about it. Simply cum inside of me."

"Yes ma'am," Desmond answered, ma'am the only title she preferred, not boss or sir. The foxcoon's hips moved smoothly, swiftly, small penis grinding through humid heated pink meat. Their pubic hair bristled together, his soft blonde combed through by her wiry brown. His eyes closed, nose found her armpit. The smell was thick and pungent, the product of sweat mired in hair. The foxcoon lapped through the swamp hungrily, tongue laying down wiry hair and slobbering through the stink and sweat. Like most men ate pussy, Desmond ate armpit.

"Mm. You are a disgusting boy," Areum said with little affect. Her paw not of the arm not being serviced touched the boy's back, idly rubbed through his suit. "Tomorrow I will work out. You will accompany me, Lankett."

"I will," Desmond concurred. Hips moving faster, the speed owed to excitement. He already imagined her body rank and foul from exercise in her personal gym. Desmond had never tasted her after so much exertion. "You'll smell so good," he moaned.

"I will smell disgusting," she spoke, knowing the two were synonymous to Desmond's nose. Again she allowed herself a smirk. She closed her eyes, huffed. "Suck a nipple. Either one. Then you may lick my other armpit."

Desmond felt his work in the current armpit wasn't done but Areum was the boss. He liked her nipples too, her breasts big and fat and round. Of course his favorite part of her was her anus, and mostly when it winked and rubbed against his nostrils, but there was no part of the hedgehog Desmond wouldn't have licked until his tongue ran totally dry. Areum had tested the fact already. Breasts, armpits, loins and ass, even her feet had all fallen under his hungry tongue at one point.

His lips bumped the purplish flesh of her right nipple, kissed it, sucked onto it. As he sucked he imagined milk flowing from it, warm and nutritious cream like she'd shared with her children at some point. The notion of feeding from Areum made him drool precum needlessly into the slick passage of her vagina.

"Mm, good. Good boy," Areum huffed. Her nipples were tender even now. She considered herself lucky for that. Most women she knew who breastfed even one child lost a fair amount of their sensitivity. "Armpit now," she said lowly, the pleasure of being suckled over. "And be thorough."

"Yes, ma'am," Desmond agreed. He nuzzled into the other pit, the smell just as strong, the sweat just as swampy. With a moan he smacked his lips into the pit as if readying to make out with it and that was exactly what his tongue did, swabbing through the wiry hair and over the noisome fur and flesh. Within the hedgehog, his penis twitched. His balls already throbbed due to their injuries, angry bruises the color of undead flesh adding masochistic pleasure to every pulsation. His rhythm became erratic.

Areum huffed. There was pleasure in this for her, a fine feeling not of orgasm but simply of sexual enjoyment. The orgasms rarely happened in her office unless she did it herself. Somewhat reflectively, "Your penis has never brought me to orgasm. You're simply too small for it."

"I know," Desmond mumbled into her armpit. Sexual excitement filled even his muffled voice. Areum was cruel with regard to his body, willing to beat and bruise and even viciously penetrate him but her verbal abuse was coldly logical, as though she were a computer listing his faults. Desmond loved that. It was as if empirical science itself told him he was poorly-hung and pathetic besides. His cock jerked and pulsed inside of her, his breathing hard and hungry in her armpit.

"You're going to cum," Areum said ostensibly in observation, but to Desmond's ears it seemed almost like a command. She brought her arm down and hemmed in his snout. "No more licking. Breathe through your nose. Smell me while you have your orgasm."

The foxcoon did, would have done it even without the command. He snuffled her armpit and its musky, hairy depths as he shook out the last of his sex, bucking his hips awkwardly and needfully into her like a wedding night virgin. Her body was so slick and hot but so mature, her age vulgar to him in the best way, a boy of nineteen with a woman older than his mother. It was her smell which offended and thrilled him the most, her smell which now grew stronger as his orgasm struck and his senses all heightened. He shuddered, pressed tight to Areum, dumped his bruised balls into her aged cunt.

"That is good," Areum whispered. "You are a good boy." She held him in tighter until his breathing slowed. Only then did she let up, but he stayed put until she growled, "Now get off of me."

Desmond pulled himself off of Areum. He was tired, shaky, wanted only to nap with her but the hedgehog did not cuddle. His semen oozed from her folds, a hot mess rolling onto the desk. When she wanted to be licked clean, she said so. All she said now was to get dressed and leave. Desmond obeyed. He took none of it personally.

Before he left the office, Areum called him back.

"Yes, ma'am?" Desmond asked, the desk between them like the ocean between two islands

Areum wiped his mess from her loins using thin coffee shop napkins. "Come to my home tomorrow at seven PM. Use the side door. You do not need to bring exercise clothes."

"I understand," Desmond said, nodding. "Thank you, ma'am."

The hedgehog looked him over one final time. So handsome and sweet, so subservient without the need for bribery. She was proud of her selection.

"You are welcome, Desmond. Now leave."