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Jaxon always hated how fast the sun sets this time of year. Sat in his office space, the room around him lightly illuminated by a dusty, old desk lamp and a relic of a computer monitor in front of him, he curses the sun for getting to call off work before he can. His time working there will be coming to an end soon, however. By Friday of next week, he will be saying goodbye to this office, this old brick building, and the college campus that it sits in, starting his career anew as a business manager for a local technology startup downtown. His domain will be through a laptop screen, alongside his wife and future co-worker in their spare loft bedroom turned cozy workspace, now for the two of them. That day cannot come soon enough for him.

In spite of his current, dreary mood, he will miss being called the "Big Cat" of the office; the 6 foot tall lion with "a body chiseled to absolute, sexual perfection", as the lupine office receptionist 40 years his senior so eloquently put it. Always there to bear the brunt of moving heavy boxes of supply, or reaching to the high shelves for a new container of coffee grounds for his colleagues, all shorter and not nearly as muscular as him.

The decade Jaxon spent there will be remembered most for all of the kindness everyone in the office and around the university has given him. He came in as a college dropout, looking to redeem himself as a career advisor for university students. With only a handful of years doing random administrative work, for an industry he was much too embarrassed to be completely honest about, the office director no younger than him took pity on his woes of constant job searching and offered him the role. She helped him through every step of the way of his personal reinvention. From learning how to use the university's ever-changing online software to getting him to be more talkative with others around the office, he became a natural at his job within just the first few weeks. He would come in to work early to have extra time to chat with everyone, spend the entire day talking to various students about their career options through online job portals, and have enough energy left over in the evening for outings to the local pub. Getting to chat and laugh over his and everyone's daily work gripes gave him the comfort he so desperately needed in his own career.

What he will remember least is how personal their kindness sometimes came across. Being in an office with mostly female co-workers, he would often get flirty, unfiltered comments from them about his body build. A lot of them would continually muse over his giant, fluffy pecs, his bulging muscles out of his short sleeve polo shirts, and his "lovingly shaped" ass. Oftentimes at the pub, the receptionist would be brave enough to ask if she could squeeze any of them, which he would decline every time. It didn't help when the office director convinced him to dye his mane pink, to "help his face stand out more" amongst his crimson red fur. Once he did, even the students he was advising would begin offering him some sensual stares and subtle lip bites, and they were not always from his female ones.

In personal meetings, he would bring up this behavior to the office director on the days he felt a bit more bothered by it than usual. She would assure him that the ladies around the office were just having their fun with the Big Cat, that they do not actually mean everything they were saying. Eventually, he would find out that she was the one that came up with the nickname. Her form of flirting was the most subtle, but it would turn out to be the most effective, as that office director is now his wife.

The clock in the lower right corner of his screen shows 6pm, right when the spreadsheets he was tasked to organize and email out to his colleagues have been completed, needing just an extra hour of overtime. After making a quick roam about the office space, making sure everyone went home for the day, Jaxon decides to enjoy himself a little before his wife arrives for their Valentine's Day date. He returns to his office, closes out all of the work-related tabs on his desk computer, and pulls up his favorite porn website. He raises the volume knob to a moderately high level, drops his pants to his knees and gets to work on himself. After a whole day of teasing himself throughout his computer work, pawing at his dick over his after-dinner plans for the bedroom, he feels ready to bust right as the action on screen gets going. Stopping him, luckily, is an incoming call from "VIVI" on his phone.

"H-Hey babe!" Jaxon blurts out as he answers the call and fumbles with the computer volume. "...Oh, downstairs already? It's not until 8... Yes, I know you can tell time... I-I'll be there. Coming down now! One sec..."

Jaxon fixes himself up and heads down to the building lobby, having to stop and address his swinging belt buckle that he forgot to properly fasten. The lobby is completely desolate of activity as he comes out of the stairwell. He goes to the entrance between the two sets of security doors and sees a familiar goat lady in a long beige trench coat standing in between them. Her bright orange eyes with pill-shaped pupils shine bright in the mostly darkened space. She greets him with a wave, holding a box of chocolates in hand. He fiddles in his pockets for his ID card, drawing her eyes to the enraged hard-on clearly evident in his tan slacks. Once he swipes his ID card to let her in, they embrace each other with a tight hug and a deep kiss. His fingers stroke the messy brown hair around her horns, while she drops the box of chocolates to the floor to grab hold of his ass. The thud of it prompts Jaxon to look over to the name on the box, immediately having to end their embrace to laugh at it.

"HAH! Viagra? That's what they put for you? Hahaha."

"Ugh, yeah. I made the order for them through the phone and the lady completely fucked up. I mean, I get that Vitelia is uncommon, but why would she assume that instead?"

"Hmm, Kuki Sincreme's bakery, huh?" Jaxon says as he grabs the box off the floor. "Never heard that before. Did they just open up?"

"Right at the start of the year, apparently. That cow lady's face on the box was the one who handed those to me. The line was out the door for them, too! I would've asked her to change it if it wasn't. Plus with what I'm wearing and oop-"

Vitelia stops herself and shoots a cute, little smile at Jaxon. For a brief moment, he scans her figure, now much more curious to what exactly is underneath her coat. She takes the box of chocolates from him and stashes it away in her purse.

"This gift is for the both of us, especially considering how much this little thing cost me, but... I have my own special gift for you upstairs. Let's grab the elevator..."

"Oooh? Right away, ma'am..."

Vitelia leads the two of them to the elevator and calls it to the ground floor. Jaxon cannot help but stare feverishly at the buttons and belt of her coat, trying to sneak a glimpse of what her "special gift" could be. The top of the coat offers no clues, as it completely covers her whole upper body. He can only tell that she has stockings and high heels on. His first thought is a sexy lingerie set.

"That would be awkward to wear in public", he thinks to himself, "even underneath such a long coat. She already owns a few sets at home, too. What if it's even less than that, though? What if those stockings and heels are all she has on right now? That'd be super fucking hot, but would she... would she really risk that? Maybe? I don't think I would, especially with a body like hers-"

Jaxon snaps out of his trance as the elevator's chime rings and the doors open. Vitelia grabs him by the belt with a smirk on her face and pulls him in with her, pressing his back to the wall as the doors close.

"Don't stress yourself", she says as she zips down his fly and unsheaths his throbbing member from out of his briefs. "You won't have to think about it for too much longer, babe. Just know that it's something special, something you'll... really enjoy, ok?"

The large lion melts into the wall as she begins to vigorously stroke him, working her hand up and down his length with a very firm grip, getting him to leak from the tip as the elevator doors open to their floor. Vitelia doesn't bother to survey for anyone passing by. The grip on her husband stays locked as the two make their way down the hall to the office room. She breathes in the space as the two of them enter, taking a moment to revisit the memories she has of it in her mind. Jaxon's hand comes into view as it reaches for the top button of her coat, which she quickly swats away.

"Hey now, be patient! I'm not ready to show you yet."

"You're one to talk about... ungh... being patient", he responds, peering down to her jittering hand still stroking him.

"Well... with the way you're already leaking, it seems like you weren't too patient yourself. Oh, let's make sure that door's closed."

Vitelia pushes her husband by the hand back towards the door to close it. The other stays preoccupied getting him off, going even faster now. She leans in close to kiss and nibble at his neck, making him moan under his breath as more pre-cum dribbles through her fingers.

"B-babe... I'm... ohh fuck..." Jaxon struggles to speak as he feels ready to shoot. Vitelia catches this and decides to stop. She turns around in place, unties the belt from her coat, and undoes a button to let her moistened hand slip into her crotch. Right before Jaxon could question it, she turns back and steps forward towards him. The undone button allows his dick to slide right into the coat, in between her thighs, right where it's warm and now wet.

"Here's my little preview for you", she utters softly to his ear. "Still wanna guess?"

Jaxon doesn't respond. Instead, he runs his hands down the leather of her coat, wrapping his hands around her waist, readying himself with a few small thrusts.

"Mmmm. Cum for me, Big Cat~"

In no time at all, he starts humping her with heated passion. Vitelia revels in the warmth of his breath blowing across her neck, trying her best to keep herself straight, as the rapid motion makes her knees want to buckle. She drops her head back, succumbing to his mad wrath as she moans and screeches to the ceiling. Beads of sweat rain down Jaxon's face. He roars as he grabs hold of her ass. The sound of it echoes in the empty space as he delivers a final set of long, hard thrusts. Inevitably, ropes of white begin to paint the inner walls of the coat, leaving him trembling and gasping for air. The two of them crash back to the door, holding each other close. Vitelia's eyes roll out of her skull to meet with Jaxon's. With little strength, he grabs her by the horn and pulls her in for a meeting of tongues, twisting her around to the door in the heat of the moment. The sudden sound of cracking glass puts an quick end to it. Jaxon pulls back and stares with wide eyes to his wife's horn now piercing into the window of the door. There is brief silence, then he decides to speak.

"...Shit... We're gonna have to... explain this one, huh?"

Vitelia lays frozen in her predicament, remaining silent as she tries to think of a reasonable excuse.

"Ummm... a baseball?"

"I don't... I don't think that's gonna cut it babe", Jaxon says defeatedly as he yanks her head out from the glass. "You know what? I'll take the blame for this. I mean, I'm the one that still works here-"

"No no, we'll think of something together... later. Let's just focus on our Valentine's Day. I need this coat cleaned, too. I can feel you running down my legs."

"Heh, yeah, that's a mess we can cle- oh... oh my..."

Vitelia opens her coat to reveal her outfit underneath. Her cleavage is on full display through an undone blouse and suit jacket, her large breasts spilling out of a tiny black bra underneath. The unbuttoning leads to a hiked up waist skirt, down to her legs encased in black stockings with garter straps showing. Jaxon watches in awe over the skirt being pulled down just barely over her thick, fluffy and wet thighs, feeling himself rise again at the full view of the tight and skimpy outfit on his wife's voluptuous body, completely ambivalent to her trying to hand the messy coat over to him. She catches this and smirks, unwilling to try harder to get his attention, throwing the coat to a nearby chair instead. For a bit of fun, she clasps her hands behind her back and sways her chest from side to side. His eyes follow her breasts every movement, with a trail of drool beginning to seep out of his mouth.

"Hehe~" Vitelia whispers a laugh as she walks past him, rocking her hips as she walks over to his office door. "Well, nice to see you like my sexy little surprise for you. I have a fun little roleplay I'd love for us to do in here. Ready for more fun before our date tonight?"

"...I... ooh, I love you" Jaxon mutters with his head fully swiveled back at her.

"I know sweetie, now clean your cum off my coat before it stains. I just bought it."

Jaxon hurries off to the kitchen area with the coat as Vitelia disappears into his office and closes the door. After a quick run under the sink, he dabs it dry with a paper towel and heads over to his office with it. It is not until he reaches his door that he remembers his dick is still exposed. Once that is fixed, he reaches for the door handle, but finds it locked.

"Few more seconds!" Vitelia shouts from inside the room. Jaxon goes to hang her coat on the back of a nearby chair to dry in the meantime. Suddenly, his office door swings open again. In a deep and sultry tone, she beckons for him to come in.

"Thanks for taking the time to meet with me today." Vitelia leads him into his office and behind his desk. Jaxon notices that his computer and files have been pushed to the side, leaving a large, empty space in the middle.

"So... Jaxon", she continues, adjusting her newly added round-rimmed spectacles. "I've taken the liberty of reviewing your work history. As you know, I'm looking for an assistant that can... meet my specialized demands... and I noticed here on your resume that you have previous experience in the porn industry. Is this true?"

"Yes! Yes, that is true... in my real life... sorry, am I playing a character here, or..."

"Well, I've done some of my own research. Turns out that aside from your administrative work, you have some acting experience there as well. Let's play off of that. Show me how... nervous you can be. I wanna see a big kitty like you squirm~"

"Oh, um, alright... So just act nervous? Is that my character?"

"Yes, sweetie."

"Gotcha!" Jaxon clears his throat. "Y-yes, I've, uh, been featured with some models here and there on camera. I'm sure that means you... s-seen me naked then?"

"Oh of course, my dear, and I quite enjoyed every inch of it, if you catch my drift. In fact, I'd like to see what it looks like in front of me..."

Vitelia grabs a tube of lipstick off of the desk, applying it as she slowly undoes the buttons of Jaxon's shirt, popping her lips to even out the black shade. She rolls the fabric just off of his shoulders and hugs his toned and muscular torso in closer.

"Yes... yes, this will do just nicely", she says into his neck with her hands running down his frame. "Gorgeous body, luscious mane, and a lovely face." Her grin grows wider as their eyes meet, beholden to his acting awkward smile as she traces circles around his pecs.

"W-well um..." Jaxon stammers, scratching the back of his head to sneak in a muscle flex for her. "Given how my interview is going, I'd say this is more than just a desk job?"

"You can say that. Actually, why don't you lay this fine body over on my desk, and I'll show you exactly what I'm looking for..."

Jaxon follows suit, sitting himself on the empty desk space, opting to lay back on his forearms instead of his back to compensate for his height. He silently grows wary of the creaking noise emanating from the old wood as Vitelia leans herself over him. His head is pushed back, exposing his neck to an onslaught of her soft bites and sensual licks. Before long, he can feel her pecking her lips all over him, leaving a smattering of lipstick kisses down to his chest and ribs. Initially aiming for any bit of his exposed fur, she concentrates to a straight line as she moves down his stomach. One final kiss is left right on the bulge in his pants.

"My my, someone's excited to work for me..."

Jaxon lets out a long huff of air as his belt is loosened and his pants are pulled all the way off his body. Vitelia tosses them to the side and fetches the nearby rolling chair, taking a seat and planting herself right at the split of his legs.

"God, you're fucking amazing, you know that?" Jaxon bellows softly with his head floating about.

"Glad you're enjoying yourself, but let's keep in character sweetie. We're just getting to the good part."

"Right, sorry, umm... i-is this to your... liking?"

"Oh absolutely. You certainly are very well equipped here. Endurance is a key factor, however. I need to know how well we can work together..."

Vitelia moans as she drops her head forward, pursing her lips around her husband's length, slowly devouring him down to the base with ease. Jaxon starts to shudder and squirm as her tongue swirls about, biting at his bottom lip as her head starts bobbing up and down. He lifts his legs just enough to let her arms snake underneath them, allowing her more stability, and soon more speed. His tail wraps around the back of her neck for a meek sense of control, but her wet, sloppy, air tight seal on him cannot be budged. Her head twists up to the tip and down again, sucking and slurping every bit of the way. Relief rushes over him when she sets him free, but only for her to admire the ring of lipstick at the base, and to change strategy.

Vitelia frees herself from her suit jacket and blouse, ripping out the bra from underneath and encasing her husband's dick in her warm, squishy embrace. Her tongue flicks and teases at the tip as she caresses her luscious breasts about the shaft, squeezing him in as tightly as she kneads them up and down. Jaxon revels in the moment, roaring again as he expects another release at any moment, but not before her hands grab hold of his torso. She lifts from the chair and plants her knee onto the table.

"Alright, now let's see how you handle-"

"Babe wait!" Jaxon pleads before she moves any further. "Don't climb onto this thing. It might actually break."

"Oof, yeah, you're right. It's creaking quite a lot. Damn this old thing."

"Can't risk breaking something else, yeah." Jaxon hops off the table and circles behind Vitelia, bending her forward onto it with his own roleplay ideas in mind.

"H-hey, I'm the one doing the interview here! You're supposed to be following my lead!"

Jaxon ignores his wife's assertion for dominance, brushing her legs further apart and pressing her back down for a better arch.

"Nah, I can't handle holding back on you anymore. It's time I start taking the lead here."

"I-I was going to ride you on the chair, though!"

"That rickety little thing will definitely break under us", he replies as he drops to his knees and latches onto the back of her thighs. "Besides, I should be showing off all my skills to get this job, right?"

"R-right, well... ahem... Alright then, impress meEEE-"

Vitelia clutches hard to the table as Jaxon launches his tongue deep into her. He laps at her insides, rattling his snout like a wild animal. It does not take long for her to succumb to the change in roles. She relaxes her lower body to let herself move fluently to the frantic motion. Moans start to escape amongst her shrieks, feeling his bottom lip brushing against her clit, with saliva trickling past the grip of his hands and down into her stockings.

A sense of embarrassment begins forming in her mind. Thinking of her costume, the position she is in, and what her husband is doing to her right now where she used to work makes her feel shameful. The thought of any of her former coworkers, the ones she trained and managed herself, seeing her face down on a desk with her cunt being licked makes her wince and blush even more. She bites down on her finger to try and muzzle herself. Not long after, the oral play comes to a halt. Before she can even question it, Jaxon stands back up on his feet and grabs her by the horn, curling her whole body up against him.

"What's the matter up here?" Jaxon asks softly, leering over her with a look of displeasure.

"Nothing's the matter! Why'd you stop!?"

"Well... it just sounds like you're too afraid to enjoy yourself. I can hear you biting your hand. Do you want me to stop or something?"

"No of course not! It's just that we're... w-wait, are you... haah... AAUGH!"

A large smack reverberates in the tiny office room. Vitelia is left in shock, reeling in instant pleasure from her husband's large dick prodding and landing deep inside of her. She can feel her pupils cross, making a straight line across her eyes. The waves of electricity coursing through her in the aftermath make her convulse. Jaxon grabs hold of her hips to keep her steady, taking note of the clock on the wall and the time it currently reads.

"Fuck, we only have 30 minutes left before we have to start driving. Mind if we stop the roleplay from here on out? You don't seem to mind, right?"

Vitelia finds herself searching for an answer. A realization hits her as she does. Her fears and anxiety of being caught like this just sent her over the edge and made her orgasm. Jaxon just helped to cement that, and with him still stiff inside her, there is only one thing on her mind; she wants more.

"...No, no I don't, just... please, take me. I don't care if I'm loud, just make me yours~"

"Pff, you're worried about us being caught? ...Eh, don't worry, babe. Right now, it's just you... and the Big Cat."

With that, Jaxon starts to pounce. His grip on his wife's wide hips tightens more and more as he gets a rhythm going, bucking her with relentless intent, licking his lips while watching her wide, shapely ass jiggle and slap against him. He grunts and gasps for air just trying to keep up with himself. Sloppy smacking noises resound across the room, loud enough to go beyond as well. Vitelia herself overpowers the noise, screeching and hollering from pleasure as she scratches helplessly at the table beneath her, ready to take chunks of wood out of it. Through intermittent moans, she begs him for more, and he complies. Lunging for both of her horns, he takes hold and pumps even faster. She squeezes her eyes shut, gritting her teeth and salivating as she surrenders herself to his excessive force.

Jaxon pauses to breathe, hunching over Vitelia to fondle her breasts as she turns her attention to the clock on the wall. She holds her stare as she's pushed down further onto the table. The minutes ticking by feel like hours as he starts thrusting her again, moving slowly as he exits back, and pushing hard on re-entry. Her vision starts to blur as a wet thumb sinks deep into her anus to stretch her even more. Time soon loses all meaning to her. Exhaustion sets in and her eyes grow heavy. All the while, Jaxon shows no signs of stopping, cycling through various speeds to keep his own orgasm at bay. His wife can't bother to keep count of her own.

"Mmmph... alright... babe, come here... on your knees..."

A rough slap to the ass shoots life into Vitelia as she is gingerly brought down to the floor. To Jaxon's surprise, she quickly seizes his bare ass and swallows him whole again. Her remaining strength is used to try and rekindle her dominance, to be the one who has the other weak and begging to let them cum. It does not last long, however, as her hands begin to lose their grip and droop off his body. Her husband is at the ready, grabbing hold of her horns again to move her head for her. With a limp body and an open throat, she gulps down the torrent that comes rushing into her, careful not to let any of it spill out.

Jaxon's body shudders as he withdraws. Vitelia keeps her lips tight on him every inch of the way, swirling her tongue at the tip, letting it pop out of her mouth. Exhausted himself, he grabs some unused napkins from the table drawer and kneels to the floor with her. The two rest against a nearby wall, with Vitelia being hugged tight and cradled in her husband's lap, her limp head being held up by his bicep. Jaxon wipes the sweat off both of their heads as he reaches into her suit jacket pocket to retrieve the black lipstick. He smears some on his own lips and gives her a peck on the forehead. She starts to giggle, cupping her mouth as it grows to a huge laugh.

"Hey, what's so funny?" Jaxon asks, somewhat confused. "Is black just not my color?"

"Hehe... no,no... well yes, but... gosh, I can't believe we just had sex here!"

"Hah, yeah, got that off the bucket list for both of us. I remember you hated the idea at first. Glad you changed your mind."

"Well, only because you wanted to be the boss for the roleplay. You know I used to be your actual boss, right? I wanted to be the one taking the lead. But... I suppose you did do a better job than me. You and your porno experience, I guess."

"Nah, don't say that. That voice you had for it was excellent! That titjob got me pretty damn close too. Speaking of which, I barely showed these babies any love today..."

Jaxon lifts Vitelia by the back to get her nipple into his mouth. Unwilling to fight, she lets him indulge in sucking it for a while, until she remembers that she lost track of time.

"Shit, wait, what time is it?"

"Oh... it's only 7:30 now", he replies after looking up at the clock. "We still got time to rest here some more. Good thing I decided to vacuum the carpet today."

"Oh ok great, I still have time to change before our dinner date."

"Change? What for?"

"The hell do you mean 'what for'? Jaxon, I am not going to be seen wearing this slutty outfit in public! Are you out of your mind?"

"Awww, but it looks so nice on you. I don't care if anyone stares at you."

"Alright, then you can wear it then!"

"Heh, you know that skirt couldn't hide what I'm packing, babe. Besides, I'll look sexy enough with all your lipstick on me."

"Yeah, all of that's getting washed off too before we leave."

"Ugh. You're no fun!"

Vitelia smirks as she twists herself around in Jaxon's lap, perking her breasts up to his face to let him suck them again, which he does without hesitation.

"Hmph... You're all the fun I need, Big Cat."