Under the Table Negotiations
Hey. Well this is something I threw together the other night in about two hours. I got the urge to just sit down and right some smut. What preceeds is not particularly ground breaking, but it is a start for me after months of lacking much of any drive to write. If you want to read something very short and very simple, read on.
Vin was hating to admit it, but he was starting to like his job. Secretary work was something he abhorred. He could not shake the feeling of being an underling in such a position, feeling below someone, enough to simply take notes and spell-check their documents. He thought about such things as he sat under his boss' desk, his striped tail brushing up against the legs of his wolf overseer. The tiger murred above a slight whimper, doing his best to hold back his inhibitions, knowing how Mr. Thorton disliked too much noise that might alert passerbys of their mutual dealings.
Despite everything that Vin disliked about being under someone to do menial work, he gladly waited for Mr. Thorton to feed him what laid behind his dress pants. The tiger purr, rubbing his hands up and down the thighs in front of him. He closed his eyes, nosing at the wolf's groin, trying to take in the scents that laid just behind those pants Mr. Thorton knocked on the desk, sending a small noise below the wood that perked up Vin's ears.
"Finally..." he said under his breath, quickly sliding his hands up the wolf's strong thighs and to his belt. He licked his lips and leaned in closer to his boss' crotch, keeping his paws on the ground but pulling his rear up. The felines small fingers, tugged at the leather of the belt, pulling out the metal bar from one of the punched holes.
He was careful to make only quiet jingling with the belt as he pulled it apart, now that much closer to what he sought. He purred loudly to himself, seeing the outline of the stiffened sheath of his boss hiding under the black slacks. Since Vin had begun this relationship with Mr. Thorton, the wolf had skipped wearing any underwear behind his slacks, a wonderful caveat to eager feline.
The tigers fingers fiddle with the button, he already panting to see and smell what it locked inside. He tugged the button out of the hole, pulling apart the corners and splaying the pants down the middle. The gracious sheath, pulled in front of the feline nose, much to Vin's delight. He buried his nose deep in the skin where sack and sheath join, breathing deeply.
He could feel the sheath perk up even more with the touch of his nose while the tiger's paws tugged away the cotton slacks to give room for him to work. His mind was slowly clouding with lust, even more so as the musk of Mr. Thorton filled his nose. His body was inadvertently submitting, wanting more than anything to pleasure the stiff piece of furred flesh and the sack dangling beneath it. The tiger's firm rump was already fully extending behind him, rubbing on the wood desk behind him for some bit of stimulation on his behind. His own sheath stiffened with his warm pulsing flesh extended from his groin, tightly pressed to his pants.
As Vin continued to take in the musk of the wolf, his textured tongue slipped from his mouth, lapping at and pulling up the plump orbs held in the wolf's sack. His soft paws rubbed up and down the canine's thighs, feeling the slick cloth against his padded fingers. Vin pulled away his nose panting as he gave stronger licks at Mr. Thorton's sack, the salty musk of the wolf stimulating his tongue, coaxing saliva to generously coat the furred sack.
The heat and confinement under the desk was the favorite atmosphere of Vin; the hot, almost steamy feeling of the air around him only wetted his appetite for the flesh of his wolf counterpart. After licking his thin lips for his own benefit, Vin looked hungrily at the small tip of flesh peaking from the tip of Mr. Thortons sheath. Vin's mouth nearly drooled with lust as he pulled his head over the crotch of his boss.
He took the entire sheath into his mouth, moaning as softly as he could. Even this restrained sound of pleasure elicited a knock on the desk from Mr. Thorton, telling Vin to hush. The cat had to close his eyes tightly to keep from moaning in arousal, the taste of the canine sheath engulfed in his mouth causing Vin's own cock to leak pre against the thin silky fabric of his pants.
He lapped his tongue hungrily over the tip of the flesh in his mouth, hoping to entice more of the flesh to slip from the wolf's body, or even the pleasure of some precum to spill onto his tongue.
Vin's wishes were slowly granted. His thorough suckling on the sheath did pull more of the pulsing shaft into his maw, a few inches growing against his rough tongue. The pressure must have held back Vin's second wish of precum because as he lightened his suckling on the wolf cock, a spurt of the viscous fluid graced his tongue. Only Vin's grasping of the wolf's leg kept him from lustily moaning so the whole office building could hear him. But he did not emit such a sound. He only dug his fingers into the thigh of his dominator.
Slowly, Vin began to bob up and down on the flesh piece filling his mouth. His lips dragged over the red flesh of the wolf, tongue reliably sliding under the shaft with the best of intentions. The feline could not help his lusty murrs, holding them in his throat as best he could. His own cock was now painfully hard and tenting his pants, a small wet spot developing where the tip resided.
Vin relished every inch of cock that generously grew into his mouth, the taste of Mr. Thorton constant in his saliva as it slathered over the pulsing canine flesh, only to be picked up and savored by the feline so happily servicing the tool. The generous flesh of the wolf extended to an approximate eight inches without his knot pulled out; such a length could easily pierce the throat of the meager tiger that engulfed it.
Vin could feel the tip of the member butting against the back of his mouth with each downward bob now. Vin was sucked into the lust of the situation like a bitch in heat. His mind was clouded with lust, his eyes closed lightly, his murrs and purrs serenading the pleasure induced images that projected on the inside of his eyelids.
The tiger's flesh was begging for attention apart from rubbing against in inside of Vin's clothes, but the feline paid it no mind. The cat was far too involved in loving the hot rod making a home in his maw. However, he was abruptly tugged from cloud nine with the sound of the office door into Mr. Thorton's office.
Vin's eyes shot open and he took his mouth from the canine cock, the flesh glistening with saliva even in the dim light under the desk. He listened carefully, shaking with anxiety and freezing his previously swaying tail.
"Hello Mr. Thorton, sorry to interrupt your work, I know you don't like to be disturbed." The feminine voice of the fox girl in the room spoke.
"What is it Sherry? I am busy at the moment."
"Sorry, I just needed to let you know that the initial results of customer satisfaction have risen 8 points. Hopefully now sales numbers will pull back up."
"Yes let hope so, knock on wood." As Mr. Thorton spoke, he knocked his knuckle on the wood, seemingly as an appeal to good luck. But Vin attributed this signal to something completely different. He took a brief and silent breath as he moved his hands back to the wolf's still rock hard eight inches of flesh.
Even as Vin's hand slid up and down Mr. Thorton's cock, the feline could still hear his boss speak. The wolf and the fox began to carry out business talk, and it drove Vin mad. The danger of being exposed--the fox girl simply hearing a smack of Vin's lips-- nearly made the tiger splatter cum out his neglected tool. He could feel the lust take over again, ignoring the presence of the fox girl and moving his mouth to suckle the tip of the flesh before him as his hand pawed off the warm tool.
"Now please leave me be Sherry, I have a lot to do."
"Yes sir Mr. Thorton, sorry to interrupt." With the shut of the door, Vin pulled his mouth from Mr. Thorton's pre spilling tip.
He whispered, "Let me make you cum Mr. Thorton?" He said it almost in a whimper, wanting to pleasure his boss until the wolf splattered his seed all over the feline's eager face. As usual, Mr. Thorton gave a knock of approval. Vin kissed the tip of the precious cock before him, looking down to the base of the shaft, seeing a swelling of blood under the canine sheath.
He moved on of his paws down and tugged at the furred sheath until the fleshy knot of the wolf popped out, practically the size of Vin's fist. The tiger pointed the tip of the member at his open mouth, still hoping though for some to stray and hit his orange face. His other hand began to furiously paw at Mr. Thorton's piece, sliding over the saliva slathered flesh with furvid intensity that continued to grow.
Vin could even hear his boss panting lightly, only fueling the tiger's efforts to give the wolf a climax he would not soon forget. The feline waited, anxious for the eminent cumshot, waiting for the right time to give the final push for Mr. Thorton's orgasm. The tiger felt it in the air, felt his boss' desire, and that was his cue.
Vin closed his eyes lightly and lolled out his tongue, squeezing hard on his dominator's knot, still pawing the cock intently. Mr. Thorton emitted a stifled moan and Vin felt a strong pulse in his hand. Suddenly, the canine's seed shot out of the pointed tip of the hard organ.
The tiger could not help himself as he moaned loudly, finally cumming himself at the feeling of wolf spunk splattering over his cheeks and nose. Mr. Thorton almost clawed at the desk in the midst of climax, nearly shredding some important documents. Vin pulled his hand up to lick at the final drop of semen to drip from the tool.
Vin released the shaft, leaning against the inside of the desk. He swallowed heartily at the deposit made in his mouth, using a finger to blissfully wipe the seed from his face onto his tongue. He had never had such a great Monday.
Yeah I told you it was short. That is all for now, maybe I will get to more writing in the future, but I simply can't say what will happen. Either way, I hope you enjoyed this little story for what it is. Thanks for reading, and if you feel so inclined, please give feedback-- it is always appreciated. Thanks.