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Deborah Fawkes touched the end of her pen to her lips as she listened to the head of content acquisition make his presentation about their prospects for the next year. An unconscious little gesture, made absentmindedly as she pondered the direction her media company would be going for the near future. His presentation made a compelling case for moving more toward family-oriented programming, but she wasn't entirely sure that was the right way to go. What if--?

From the corner of her eye, she caught the way Neil, her head of marketing, was staring at her.

That perverted pig! Boar, actually. She took the pen away from her mouth and shot him a momentary, disapproving glance. Thankfully, that was enough to make him look away abruptly. He knew he'd been caught. Still... It was hard sometimes, dealing with the amount of unwanted - and poorly hidden - lust a beautiful vixen in a position like hers seemed to draw from every single man she ever did business with. Definitely got old quickly. Especially since her darling of a husband, a bountifully energetic and adorable husky named Mike, kept her entirely_satisfied on that front, thank you very much. He'd given her two beautiful fox-dog hybrid children, and he'd even given up his own career to stay home and raise them as she spent time being the CEO of her media empire. Why would she ever even _dream of doing anything with a hoary old boar like her head of marketing? And yet, men like him never stopped staring, no matter what she did.

At least keeping her pen away from her mouth would keep from giving them too many ideas. She'd have to remember to work on eradicating that habit, even in private. That's the only way it would stick.

The head of content acquisition, no-nonsense old badger that he was, had pretty much convinced her by the end of his presentation. He was right. Their viewership metrics were indisputable. The teenage audience they'd built the foundation of Fawkes Entertainment on were young adults now. They were starting families. If they didn't back away from the edgier and envelope-pushing content, they'd lose much of their audience. You can't watch that kind of stuff with your kids around, can you?

And he _knew_he'd convinced her, too. He knew her well enough to read her face. So he wasn't trying to argue anymore. He was going straight into a quick run-down of the more important content he was recommending to decline for the coming year. A routine ending to this sort of meeting.

Frankly, she was tuning it out. Since she'd already made the decision to accept his recommendations, the titles he was recommending against hardly mattered at all.

The Voice hadn't been tuning it out though. ~Buy that one!~ it told her.

Deb's fur stood on end. Only through long practice had she avoided visibly jumping in her seat. It had been months_since the Voice last spoke to her. Her life had gotten onto such a perfect track that she'd hardly needed it anymore. But she knew not to ignore it. To never _ever ignore it. The Voice in her head had always been there, as long as she could remember. When she did what it said, good things happened. When she didn't do what it said, bad things happened. It seemed to always know exactly what she should do. Without it, she would have never become the CEO of her own media company, never would have written a best-selling memoir, never would have even _met_her wonderful husband. Everything good in her life had come from that Voice, so she wasn't about to ignore it now. "Buy which one?" she mumbled under her breath. She hadn't been paying attention to the list of rejects.

Thankfully, the Voice was usually kind enough to clarify its instructions. ~Buy Ninja Strippers of Monaco~ it told her.

The head of content acquisition had finished his presentation while she was preoccupied with her Voice. He was now waiting for her, patiently, with a smile on his face. He knew he'd made his case persuasively, he knew she'd accepted it, and he was willing to wait to hear that.

Too bad for him the Voice thought otherwise. "I'm on board with almost all of that," she said. "Just one thing."

The badger grinned and nodded magnanimously. He, of course, fully expected her to put her own touch on the lineup. Just a little tweak here or there so she could call it her own. Everyone did that sort of thing.

Deb genuinely liked him. It was a shame to do this to the old badger ... but the Voice had said so, and if the Voice said to buy something, then it was sure to be an enormous hit that would rocket her company to new heights. She took a deep breath before saying it. "I need you to buy Ninja Strippers of Monaco."

His jaw dropped. "You're... You're serious?"

She merely gave him a look. She was not the kind of fox to joke around in a meeting like this.

"But... But it's... We can't! It goes _completely_against the family friendly direction we're trying to go. And the Ninja Strippers franchise is played out. Ninja Strippers of Shanghai only drew eleven percent of the audience numbers the original series had." He shook his head. "Besides, it's expensive as hell. There's no way we can afford it, especially since we're running lean after all the money the company spent getting our streaming service up and running."

"Cancel some of your other acquisitions if you need the funds. But make sure you buy this one."

His mouth was moving, but nothing was coming out. She'd finally broken him, it seemed.

A shame. Even though she could do it by fiat, it would_probably help un-break him if she justified her decision. "These young parents of ours need something to watch after they've tucked their kids into bed. And something tells me that this tired old franchise is due for a comeback." She'd just leave out the part where that _something was a mysterious Voice in her head.

Was that Voice some kind of mystical being whispering to her? A psychological condition? Merely an expression of her own subconscious mind? Who knew. She wasn't about to start questioning it too much. Especially after all it had done for her. No matter where that Voice was coming from, she was glad she had it.

---

It was almost two years later before she heard the Voice again. Ninja Strippers of Monaco had somehow surpassed the original Ninja Strippers series; it was her company's most-watched product at this point. By far. Setting record numbers on broadcast, cable, and streaming.

That series had cemented her reputation as a media genius all over again ... and it had earned her a very_nice bonus as well. That single decision was the entire reason she was commuting home in an Aston Martin right now, instead of the nice - but nothing spectacular - Audi she'd driven last year. This beautiful little car had only cost a tiny _fraction of that bonus money, which finally justified the upgrade, she figured.

Deb was feeling quite satisfied with herself indeed, listening to the car purr at a stoplight. And then the Voice spoke again: ~Turn right.~

She had her blinker on before she'd even consciously registered what the Voice said. Doing what it said was automatic by this point. Even after the luxury of a moment to think about what she'd heard, she didn't at all question its words. Why would she? It had never led her astray before. She only wondered where it might be leading her. Once the light turned green and the truck in front of her moved out of the way, she turned right, just as the Voice told her to.

What followed was a long series of single-turn directions that took her deep into an unfamiliar part of the city. Where could the Voice be taking her? She'd never been to this area at all before, and this was already at least forty-five minutes outside of her normal commute. Her husband was going to be worried about her. Maybe she should call him? But what would she tell him? She'd never told him - or anyone else for that matter - about the voice in her head. She could make up some kind of excuse, sure, but she didn't like to make a habit of lying to him. Oh well. If it was truly important for her to talk to him, the Voice would tell her to, and it would tell her what to say as well. It never let anything bad happen to her; she just needed to trust it a little longer. Surely she had to be nearing the Voice's destination by now. If it had wanted her to go much further than this, the freeway would have been much faster...

Finally, it told her to pull into the parking lot of a run-down apartment building on the south side. Definitely a 'wrong side of the tracks' sort of place. It didn't seem quite dangerous or anything, but her sparkling new Aston Martin stuck out like a sore thumb in this parking lot. No other car here was worth even a tenth as much.

Slowly, her inner ear perked for any more instructions from the Voice, she got out of her car, carefully made sure it was locked, and took a look around.

It had to want her to go into that apartment building, right? There was nothing else within easy walking distance, except for a gas station and drug store across the street. If the Voice had wanted her to go there, it would have told her to park there, right? She shrugged. Who knew? The Voice had never told her to do anything like this before. She probably shouldn't be making any assumptions.

And yet ... it was quiet for now. She'd just have to head for the apartment building and wait to see if it corrected her.

This building didn't have any sort of key code or buzz-in system at the door. Nor, of course, did it have any doorman or receptionist stationed in the lobby ... which could only be called a lobby in the technical sense of the word. It was simply a room on the bottom floor. It featured two mismatched and sadly neglected potted plants, a dusty water fountain, and a whole wall full of dull brass mailboxes. Nothing else except the openings for the stairway and elevators along the opposite wall. Despite the size of the building and how busy it ought to be during the evening rush hour, there was nobody else here. Why had the Voice brought her here?

Well, it probably hadn't brought her here just to stand around in the lobby. She headed for the elevator.

The elevator smelled like oil. Its fluorescent lights flickered, and the carpeted floor was worn all the way through in the middle. Deb reached for the rows of buttons next to the door, then hesitated. Come on. The Voice couldn't possibly expect her to just guess which floor to go to, could it? Or was she supposed to be going to a different floor at all?

~Go to the fourth floor,~ the Voice told her.

There, finally. Deb pushed the '4' button. The doors closed. She took a deep breath of the stale-smelling air. Why could the Voice be taking her to a place like this? She didn't know anyone who lived in such a place. Hopefully she'd find out soon. Surely the answer was waiting for her somewhere on the fourth floor of this building.

The Voice didn't make her wait again. This time, as soon as the elevator's doors opened again, the Voice told her, ~Go to room 405.~

Well, okay. Deb headed down the hall without questioning it. She'd come this far, so she'd see it through. If nothing else than simply to see what the Voice wanted her to come here for. There was nothing she hated more than mysteries, after all.

403... 402... Damn. She was going the wrong way down the hallway.

After turning around and passing the elevator doors again, she finally found the correct door: 405. It looked like any other in this building. Plain white-painted wood with no adornments besides a metal plate engraved with the apartment number.

For a moment, she hesitated. But the Voice wouldn't have brought her here just to stand there in front of the door, would it? Surely it meant for her to knock. With another shrug, she did.

Nobody came to the door. It seemed like several minutes passed, but it probably wasn't actually that long. Eventually, she knocked again, louder this time.

"Just a minute!" somebody said from inside. She didn't recognize the voice.

Finally, the door opened and she met ... nobody she was familiar with. A young donkey stood on the other side of the doorway, probably a decade younger than her. He wore office-worker slacks and an unbuttoned dress shirt - he'd probably just come home from his own job at some office somewhere. Maybe she'd seen him before at some point? She wasn't sure. She certainly didn't know his name or what she was doing here.

He blinked at her dumbly for a moment. Then his eyes went wide. "Missus Fawkes!" He hastily tried to button up his shirt, but mismatched them, making the shirt crooked and wrinkled. "I .. um... Uh..."

Deb tilted her head to the side slightly. "You ... know my name?"

"Of ... of course I do!" he said defensively. "I'm Jasper Franklin, but of course you know that already. I know I'm just an intern and I've only been working at the company for a couple weeks, but ... but..." He was starting to sweat. "But of course I know you. All my bosses have nothing but good things to say about you!"

She very much doubted that. But that was beside the point.

"Um... If you don't mind me asking, Ma'am ... why are you here?" A sudden look of terror crossed his face. "Oh no! Did I...? Did I do something wrong? Am I fired?"

Honestly, she herself had no idea why she was here. But of course she couldn't tell him_that. But she also couldn't keep up this silent treatment much longer. Okay, so the Voice had brought her to the home of one of her lowest-level employees. Now what? _Come on, Voice, tell me something.

~Take off your shirt and get down on your knees,~ the Voice said.

"What?" it had shocked her so much that she'd actually said that out loud. Oops.

Poor Jasper looked even more confused than her. "Huh?"

~Take off your shirt and get down on your knees.~

What the yiff... The Voice had never told her to do anything like this before. Even when it had helped her meet her husband, it had simply told her which dating profile to click on, what to say, and how to dress. It had left the rest to her. It ... it wasn't possible. This couldn't be right. There had to be some mistake. She couldn't do that! And she _definitely_couldn't do what was clearly implied to come next. What about Mike? "What about my husband?" she mumbled under her breath, silently willing the Voice to listen.

~Take off your shirt and get down on your knees.~

Yiff! What the heck was going on here?

Jasper took half a step toward her. "Uh, Ma'am? Are you okay?"

Deb had a decision to make, and only a brief moment to make it. Well, not really. She was fooling herself. The Voice had never led her to disaster before. The only small_disasters she'd ever had in her life were early on, at times when she'd ignored what the Voice told her. If it said she should do this, then she definitely should do it. So the brief moment she had was less about making a decision and more about coming to terms with the decision she was _of course going to make.

Trembling slightly from nervousness and stress about what might be coming, she slowly lowered herself to her knees in Jasper's doorway.

He looked down at her, his eyes going wide. "Missus Fawkes?"

She stopped for a moment with her hands at the top button of her blouse. It wasn't too late. She could still get up and walk away. Nothing had happened yet. But of course she wouldn't do that. The Voice knew best. And if nothing else, she was curious to find out why it was doing this with her. Resolutely, she unfastened the first button.

After that, it came more easily. Just muscle memory. Almost automatic. She avoided looking up at Jasper as she did it, instead focusing on his pants right in front of her. But she could feel the heat of his gaze on her as her blouse opened up, exposing her cleavage, her bra, her belly.

He gasped when she undid the final button and shrugged her top completely off. "Missus... Missus Fawkes! What are you doing?"

There she was, on her knees in front of him in only her white bra and black skirt. What was she doing? Was she just here to stare at the enormous bulge growing in this donkey's pants? She looked up at him, if only to take her mind off of ... that.

"Missus ... Fawkes?" Jasper stared down at her, obviously unable to believe what he was seeing.

Deb just about couldn't believe it herself. What the yiff was she thinking? What the yiff was she doing here? Well, she wouldn't know for certain unless the Voice said something more ... but wasn't it obvious? It had brought her here to do something ... something involving that quickly growing bulk in the donkey intern's pants.

The Voice didn't say anything more. It often left herself to her own devices once she'd been given enough information to go on with ... and that was probably what it was doing now. She had to assume there was a good reason for this. And if there was a good reason to do it, then, well, she'd better get on with doing it, hadn't she?

With her decision now made - or at least rationalized - she quite calmly reached up and unbuckled Jasper's belt.

He gasped. "Missus Fawkes! What are you doing?"

"Do you want me to stop?" She looked up at him earnestly. No matter what the voice said, she'd stop if he told her to. Not even for the voice's seemingly infallible instructions would she cross that line.

For a long moment, Jasper said nothing. It looked like he was trying to speak, but simply couldn't.

She waited patiently, her hands still on his belt buckle.

"You..." He was trembling as he looked down at her. She could feel it; she could hear his belt buckle rattling slightly. He glanced nervously either way down the hallway. "Um, you can keep going if you want to ... Ma'am."

So strange hearing him call her that. She wasn't _that_much older. Or was it because she was the CEO? Oh well. Time to see just what the Voice had brought her to. She unbuttoned his pants, unzipped them ... and then yanked both them and his underwear halfway down his thighs in one quick motion.

His equine cock sprang out at her so quickly that it bopped against her muzzle. Oh goddess, the size of that thing! Deb's husband was big for her, sure. She was used to big. But this wasn't big - this was huge. As thick as her husband's knot, all the way from the blunt tip to the sheath. And it was easily_twice as long as what she was used to. And its dark gray length was so differently shaped from the pointy red canine cock she was used to. Beneath it waited an equally massive pair of smooth, hairless balls, each one bigger than her clenched fist. Oh yiff! What was she supposed to do with _this? Was the Voice trying to break her with this thing?

And yet ... she couldn't deny that there was a certain allure to it... She was more than satisfied with her husband, but now that she'd seen this enormous package, a certain curiosity ignited inside her. Just how different would it feel?

Slowly, almost reverently, she reached for it, wrapped her hands around it. She needed both_hands in order to fully close around his girth. Yiff! Some of the veins near his base ... the veins alone were thicker than her fingers! And his flattened tip, already drooling a _huge dollop of pre-cum, right there in front of her face...

She licked it. What else was she supposed to do?

Woah. That fat drop of pre-cum lit up her tongue. So much sweeter, but also muskier than what she was used to. So intense! It was pretty overwhelming. Then again, she wasn't the only one overwhelmed. Jasper gasped the moment her tongue made contact; it looked like his legs were about to buckle right then and there. Would she be able to get out of the way fast enough if he fell down on top of her? She could only trust that the Voice knew what it was doing with her - she leaned in a little closer, beginning to run her tongue up and down his shaft.

There was so much of him! Her tongue actually went dry before she was able to lick all the way down to his base even once. She had to stop and simply kiss the side of his shaft before she could lick again.

Not that he seemed to mind. From the little catch in his breathing and the strong twitch in his cock, he must have been loving_that moment when she kissed him. So why not a little more, hm? She started planting her foxy lips on him again and again on her way back up, each time making out with the side of his shaft like it was a long-lost lover. The Voice had better have a good reason for this, because she was going all-out in making sure this donkey intern enjoyed it as much as possible. Why _was she here? She could only make the best of it that she could and trust that the Voice had brought her here for a good reason.

When she reached the tip of Jasper's cock again, she almost_opened her mouth wide and took him inside. It was a habit. That's what she would have done if this was her husband. But she stopped herself just before allowing her mouth to make a promise that she wouldn't be able to keep. This cock was _far bigger than her husband's. She couldn't afford to be careless with it.

Instead, she lifted it upward with one hand, beginning to run her tongue up and down the underside of his massive cock now that it had fully hardened and grown to its full size ... she hoped. With her other hand, she caressed and hefted those immense balls of his. Good Goddess, what a handful! Despite herself, despite her unending love for her husband, she felt her panties going a bit wet under her skirt, and she was sure that even Jasper could see the way her fluffy tail was twitching. Yiff it... There were a million reasons she shouldn't be doing this, but she had to concede one thing to the Voice: if this was supposed to just be some sort of fling, it had chosen quite a magnificent male to play around with.

Ugh! How could she be thinking things like that? And yet... She gently squeezed those huge nuts of his, imagining what it would feel like to have those things emptying out on her, soaking her fur ... or maybe soaking somewhere deeper...

Just down the hall, the elevator dinged. Deb's heart stopped.

"Do you want to come in?" Jasper asked, sounding just as desperate and anxious as she felt.

She rushed inside with him as quickly as she could manage. Whoever it was coming out of that elevator may have seen a flash of movement, a hint of a fox's tail, the door slamming closed behind her. But Deb was pretty sure they wouldn't have gotten a chance to see who she was ... or what she was doing. Though, now that she had a moment to think, she realized she'd left her blouse on the floor just outside his door. That would be hard to explain ... but she was in no condition to open the door and get it.

Inside, Jasper's apartment was small, but nowhere near as bleak as the outside. It surprised her to see so much flair for interior design from a person she never would have looked at twice ... if it hadn't been for how his pants were around his knees and his enormous cock hanging out and bobbing in the air in front of her. Of course, who was she to talk? Standing here in a near total stranger's studio apartment with her tits covered by nothing but a simple white bra...

The pause had gone on too long. It was awkward now. "Uh... Can I get you anything?" Jasper asked, putting a thin smile on his face.

Before Deb could think of an answer, the Voice spoke to her again: ~Take off the rest of your clothes. Get in his bed.~

Well _that_was pretty unambiguous, wasn't it? She knew not to question the Voice, so of course she was going to do it. But if this was really going to happen, she could at least put a little bit of her own attitude into it, couldn't she?

She pointed down at his cock. "I think I'll have some more of that, thank you."

Jasper backed away a step, holding his hands out in front of him. "Missus Fawkes, ma'am... I..."

Oh dear. He was coming to his senses and realizing just how strange this was, wasn't he? Thankfully, she knew perfectly well how to short circuit the male brain.

Deb reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. Jasper's eyes went wide as she shrugged it off of herself. His face practically glowed, he was blushing so much. Yeah. That was it. Slowly, sensually, she cupped her own breasts. Quite a nice set, especially for a slender-built fox like her, with eye-catching puffy pink nipples. She knew very well that most men couldn't muster a single rational thought with these babies right there in front of him.

And Jasper was no exception. He seemed unable to move ... with two exceptions: his hands held in front of him moved from a defensive posture to a subconscious grabbing pose, and his cock suddenly bobbed upward harder than ever.

She smiled and brushed him with her tail as she walked past him toward the bed. Her skirt was unzipped and falling to the floor by the time she reached the bed. What a stylish blue and gray comforter, and so nicely accented by the darker blue pillows! And as she bent over the edge of the bed, she lost her panties too, slowly pulling them down her long legs. The stockings could stay, she was sure. She'd never heard any man complain about those.

Once she'd hit the pose she was going for, she looked back over her shoulder at him, flicking her tail side to side so that it would alternately conceal and reveal what he of course wanted to see most. "Are you coming?"

Jasper nodded fervently, quickly shuffling his pants and shirt off as well, leaving him in only a white undershirt. She couldn't help but notice the way his cock bobbed in front of him as he walked - it made her tail stand up higher.

But he didn't go straight for her. He went for the little nightstand - in matching gray - by the bed. After just a moment of rummaging around in a tiny drawer there, he pulled out a condom. A frighteningly big one. But of course it needed to be big, didn't it? Deb briefly wondered where he could even find ones that size.

By the time he'd opened the package, though, the Voice spoke again. ~Don't let him use a condom.~

Oh dear. This was serious, wasn't it? But the Voice wasn't to be questioned. Standing back up, she caught his hands just as he was pulling the thing out of its package. She took it from him and tossed it to the carpet at her feet. "That won't be necessary."

"Are you..." Jasper gulped. "Are you sure?"

She wasn't. Not at all. What would become of her if she ended up pregnant and gave birth to a little baby donkey? "I'm sure," she lied.

But he was still backing away from her instead of coming closer. "I... I don't know. This is all so sudden, and..." Then an odd look came to him, as if he was staring off into the distance, just going blank for a moment. After that, he changed. "Well, okay."

What could have caused that sudden change, Deb wondered as she watched him calmly sit down on the edge of the bed.

Well, whatever it was, at least it was timely. Clearly the Voice intended for him to fuck her today, and that was going to be _so_much easier if he stopped being so hesitant about it. She sauntered over to where he sat, being sure to put a sexy sway in her hips, then leaned low over him in a way that was sure to let her chest jut out enticingly. "Ready?"

Jasper's only reply was to reach up and reverently touch her chest, sliding his fingers over the velvety curves of her tits.

That was answer enough for her. Deb climbed on top of him, despite his hands still busily worshiping her chest, and she straddled his lap. She had to raise herself high in order to finally get herself above the tip of his cock. Yiff he was big! This was going to be the difficult part. She hadn't had anyone nearly this big in a very long time. Maybe ever. Just getting her husband inside her could be a tight squeeze sometimes, especially when his knot swelled up. But this thing was as thick as her husband's knot all the way to the tip. A deep breath as she felt the warm head of it against her entrance didn't help all that much. But she knew what she needed to do. The Voice was never wrong.

"Are you ready?" she asked. To be honest, she was probably talking to herself more than to Jasper.

But Jasper gave a nervous little nod anyway.

Slowly, very_carefully, Deb lowered herself on that huge donkey cock. At first, it simply pressed against her, making her worried that it wasn't going to fit _at all. But slowly, gradually, as she wiggled her hips side to side, her pussy lips spread over his tip and finally allowed him inside her. She immediately wished she'd spent more time licking him. That would have gotten things more slippery and made this easier. Even as wet as her pussy was getting, something this big needed all the help it could get.

Still, though, it was just a matter of being patient, making small motions, and gradually_working his massive cock deeper bit by bit. Thankfully, Jasper seemed just as patient about it as she was. He seemed perfectly content to just play with her tits as she took things at her own pace. Maybe he'd had enough experience with other girls and knew how careful he needed to be with a cock his size. That was a plus. Surely that couldn't be the only reason the Voice brought her here, but she _was glad that this wouldn't end up being a situation where such a huge cock was painfully forced into her when she wasn't ready for it.

Damn it was huge... Deb already felt stretched to her limits, and she'd barely taken a quarter of the thing. So full! But there was nothing else to do but keep going, to make the best of it she could. And she did have to admit that it felt incredible_inside her. Being stretched this tightly ensured that every last little part of her was in full contact with Jasper's shaft as she slowly worked it even deeper. It wasn't _quite at the level of 'best sex she'd ever had' yet ... but if Jasper knew how to move this thing in the right ways, it might well get there.

It actually stirred quite a bit of perverse pride in her when she saw she was able to take him all the way to that thick medial ring of his ... but that was it. She was done. As soon as the bump of that ring popped into her entrance, she felt the blunt end of his cock pressing against her utmost limits. Any more would only bring her pain, she knew. Even her husband was big enough to teach her that lesson, so she knew perfectly well to be careful with something this big.

"There," she said, forcing herself to breathe normally even though she felt absolutely stuffed inside. "How's that feel?"

"You're... You're amazing, Missus Fawkes!"

She grinned. "I know."

Honestly, a little compliment here and there didn't hurt when it came to making her more comfortable with the situation she'd somehow found herself in. Hopefully soon the Voice's reasons for bringing her here would become obvious. They usually would.

Jasper's hands slid down from her breasts to her hips. He looked straight into her eyes in such a captivating way. "Um... Do you mind if I...?"

Normally, Deb never would have agreed to something so vague. Especially not when her poor body was at risk of being split in two by that gigantic donkey cock halfway inside her. But she trusted the Voice. It had never led her to misfortune before. Slowly, not breaking eye contact with him, she nodded.

Her body tensed anyway, though, bracing for the worst.

That wasn't necessary. What came next was wonderful. Jasper was so_gentle as he slowly began rocking her back and forth above his lap. And as he brought her closer to his body, he slid one hand sensually up her back, pulled her closer still, and kissed her ... all while keeping her hips moving _just enough to flood her with absolute pleasure.

She kissed back enthusiastically, husband be damned. It looked like this was going to be the best sex she'd ever had. But that couldn't be the only reason the Voice had brought her here ... could it?

The two of them quickly fell into a lovely rhythm together, with Deb matching his push and pull with a little tilting of her own hips. She could feel every exquisite detail of his cock as it gently moved inside her, touching absolutely every last part of her on the inside. And only rarely did he accidentally venture a bit too deep - mostly when Deb herself grew a bit over-enthusiastic and tried to take more than her body was capable of. Their kiss separated, abandoned because of their mutual need to breathe, but she stayed close to him, almost nose-to-nose.

What was he to her? A lover? An affair? Anonymous sex? Some sort of blackmail opportunity or back door to even greater success? She'd only know when the Voice made it clear. For now, she'd simply enjoy this unexpected closeness, this unexpected passion.

Soon - surprisingly soon - she felt the familiar hot, building pressure inside her. Was she really going to orgasm with this almost complete stranger? And so quickly? She felt shame to admit it to herself, but she wasn't one to shy away from harsh truths: her husband never got her to this point so quickly. He'd usually be sure to satisfy her eventually... but in mere minutes like this? She'd never experienced such a thing before. Even when she was doing it herself with a vibrator, it usually took longer than this!

She wasn't quite there yet, though. She needed something more. And with the self-control that Jasper had already demonstrated, maybe she could actually risk it...

"Jasper," she said.

He didn't break his rhythm in the slightest. "Uh-huh?"

"I want you to lay me down on this bed and fuck me like you mean it."

He stopped. For one breathless moment, there was no motion at all. She could almost believe that both their hearts had even stopped beating ... if she hadn't been able to feel his pulse against the inner walls of her pussy. He simply stared at her in disbelief. In that moment, she feared that he didn't have what it took to actually do what she'd asked.

But that doubt only lasted for one moment. In the next, he was grabbing her, lifting her up bodily, slamming_her back down on the bed, all without pulling his cock out of her in the slightest. He pinned her hands down with his, forcing her body to stretch out underneath him. And then ... then he started _pounding her.

For a brief flash, the pleasure was overwhelmed by sheer terror, her body going utterly tense with the anticipation of her cervix being hammered into oblivion. But no. Jasper was too considerate a lover for that. He still knew her limits. Even though he was pulling out and thrusting back in relentlessly, he was still careful never to go too deep.

As soon as she realized that, Deb was free to relax and enjoy what she'd asked for. It was heaven. Nobody had ever made her feel like this before, not even in her most passionate moments with her husband. As good as those were, this was on an entirely different level. Absolutely every last bit of her pussy was getting massaged just as much as she could possibly take. It felt like every single nerve in her entire body was being pleasured. That hot pressure that told her orgasm was coming spread like it never had before, expanding out from her lower belly, through her legs, through her chest, through her arms and head ... all the way to her fingers and toes. Her whole body was ready to explode!

Only a moment - or perhaps an eternity - later, it did. She would have leapt bodily off of the bed if Jasper wasn't holding her down. The convulsions ran through all of her, making her legs kick out behind him, making her body arch against the bed, making her arms strain against his hold ... but she wasn't strong enough to push him away.

And he kept going.

Her orgasm just wouldn't stop. Not as long as he kept moving inside her. She screamed, a full-throated plea, and to heck with any neighboring apartments that might hear her. Whether she was pleading for him to stop or pleading for him to keep going ... even she didn't know. It was torture and ecstasy all rolled into one, indistinguishable. Her body couldn't take any more, and yet it craved nothing else.

"Missus---" Jasper's thrusts grew frantic. His hands trembled where they held her wrists. "I'm..."

~Finish inside!~ the Voice said ... _a_Voice said? It ... it sounded different somehow. But Deb was still sure to follow it. "Finish inside!" she told Jasper through clenched teeth, knowing that her tightly pulsing pussy would soon settle that matter anyway.

"Okay," he managed to say, just before he hilted himself inside her one last time.

This time, he hadn't been able to control himself quite as well. His cock pressed a little painfully against her innermost barrier ... but at this point, she was absorbed by so much rioting pleasure inside her that she barely noticed the pain. She did still feel the distinct pinch of his tip _growing_inside her. Oh yiff! Why hadn't she remembered that equine cocks did that? She could feel it forcing the entrance to her womb open, making her whimper in barely-suppressed pain.

Jasper's cock throbbed powerfully. Instantly, she felt the warmth of his cum jetting _deep_inside her. It was like a balm, soothing any pain she felt. Her body's orgasm redoubled at that moment, squeezing down on him and instinctively milking as much out of him as he could give.

And he could give a lot. She felt like she was swelling inside by only the second or third long pulse of it. Quickly, she was filled to the brim, and the only place Jasper's cum had left to go was to squeeze between his cock and her pussy. With as little room as that allowed, it squirted out powerfully between the two of them, sticking to his crotch and coating his stylish bedsheets.

But he obviously didn't care, and neither did she. It didn't even bother her that she might be getting pregnant from this. Every instinct in her body screamed at her to hold Jasper close and gleefully accept every last drop of cum pouring out of those huge balls of his.

When he'd finally finished, he'd no doubt left a puddle draining from the bed to the floor. Her poor tail! She was sure her fluffy tail was coated in the stuff. She should have held it to the side. She would have held it to the side ... if her brain had been working at the moment. He didn't pull out immediately, though. He stayed inside her, letting both of them enjoy the fading warmth and little aftershock pulses of each other's orgasms. Slowly, intimately, he leaned down to kiss her.

~I love you, Allesandra~

~I love you too, Artemis~ the Voice said back. Her voice again. The one she was used to. Which meant the other voice was...

Jasper pulled back a little from the kiss, staring down at her in amazement. "You have a voice in your head too?"

For a moment, all she could do was lie there, his cock still inside her, flabbergasted. "Yiff!" she shouted.

That made him back away slightly more, almost pulling out of her, but she didn't let him pull out completely, keeping her legs locked in place, just in case him being inside her was necessary for her to hear the other voice.

"Is this..." She huffed. "Is this just some kind of hookup for ... for you two? What the yiff! Why didn't you ever tell me your name was Artemis?"

~You never asked.~

Of all the... Deb huffed in indignation. "And what about my husband? What about Mike? What am I supposed to tell him?"

~Don't worry about it,~ the other voice said. It was still so uncanny to hear a different voice like that. ~I've already talked it over with Triton.~

"And just who the yiff is 'Triton'?"

~Your husband's voice, of course.~

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