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There was really only one thing that could cure you of the pangs of a long, hard day... and that was a long, hard fuck. Zack didn't have any question in his mind as to how he was going to take care of the aggression and frustration that he was feeling-his boss would certainly want to tear him a new one for failing to turn up the information that he had been sent to retrieve-impossible information to begin with, when the person that you were looking for was out of country.

Straightening his suit jacket and tossing a few strands of his glossy black mane from his cobalt hues, a smirk crossed the equines features as that one way to solve his problems clearly presented itself. If he didn't want to be torn a new one, there was only one way to prevent that:

He'd have to make sure to tear his boss a new one first.

He could see the outline of his boss through the window that labeled the office that he stood before as Eric A. Jamison's office. He could also tell by the tensed shoulders that the gorilla was already in something of a rotten mood-Zack laughed softly.. That would only make this little venture all the better for him.

He opened the door unceremoniously, and gray eyes instantly flashed up with an irked look-his bosses already thick, stocky frame seemed to puff up as though he was preparing himself for a fight. Zack simply waited until Jamison's lips parted to speak, and then interrupted him, "I?m warning you right now... yelling at me wouldn't be in your best interest." One arm stretched out, closing and locking the door behind him, while the other pulled the little shade down so that no one would be able to peek through the glass window to see what was about to happen.

Jamison's hands crossed over his chest-Zack could see his suit jacket laid carefully over the back of his chair. The gorilla's broad forearms were exposed where the crisp white shirt that had begun its day pressed and perfectly fitted to his broad, upper body had been made more comfortable. Sleeves were rolled up, the first few buttons of his shirt were undone to expose a broad chest covered in dark, coarse hair, and the black tie that had started the day secure around his neck had been loosened to that it simply hung there-enticing.. Very, very enticing.

Jamison's brows furrowed, and sure enough (Zack wouldn't have had it any other way) he began to speak in something just below a bellow, "Who do you think you are? You can't just come in here and act like you own the place? Did you forget whose name was on the door, eh? That's right it's Jami--"

And as quick as that, Zack moved at such a speed that the heavy, black trench coat that he favored wearing over his suit billowed like a cape behind him. One strong arm grabbed Jamison's shoulder, and the other jerked on that loose tie that seemed to tantalizing before. The gorilla, taken off guard, fell to his knees-words stopped, and he looked up at Zack with a mixture of confusion and anger in his eyes. Zack simply cast him a rakish grin down and taunted, "I warned you not to finish that sentence-now you're just going to have to suffer the consequences. Maybe I can give that tongue something else to preoccupy it?"

Before any protest or words otherwise could be mentioned, Zack loosened the hand on Jamison's shoulder and unzipped the fly of his well pressed trousers to expose a patch of coffee covered fur, and then let loose his already hardening cock. "Think you can be distracted with this?"

"Now just a minute, Zack! I-" Of course, he didn't give him a chance to answer. Fingers tightened around Jamison's loosened tie, and Zack pulled up forward so that lips, parted from speaking, met with his hardening, uncut flesh. He wondered for a moment if Jamison was going to protest, fight, try to get away (not that he would let him) or if he was just going to take it like a man. A moan of pleasure escaped his lips as he got his answer-blue eyes closed in pleasure, and his head tossed back, glossy black mane brushing past his broad shoulders and slicking along the leather of his trench coat. Jamison's lips, which had so often yelled obscenities, were suddenly closed around his cock in a near expert fashion.

"Fucking knew it-I knew that you wanted to take it like this." Zack's finger tightened, jerking Jamison's neck forward and causing the gorilla to nearly choke as his eight inch thickness was forced down his throat. "You can dish out the yelling-you always pretend to be so fucking rough. Can you take it the same way, Jamison? Hm?"

And then Zack was done speaking. He thrust forward and between Jamison's lips, keeping a firm grip on the tie so that the gorilla couldn't move his head back to breathe-he pressed his boss?s back hard against the desk and groaned in pure delight as he began to forcibly fuck his mouth. He could feel it as his cock seemed to glide into that open, waiting mouth-Jamison's warm, rough tongue circled as best it could as Zack thrust again and again into his throat, feeling the head of his penis hit the back and then angle downward until the fabric of his pants touched the gorilla's lips and he pulled back out. He was slick, glistening with saliva. For a moment, he simply teased the lip of Jamison's lips with his drenched member.

"You like it, don't you? Tell me you like it."

Jamison looked up defiantly for a brief second-the beefy arms of the gorilla encircled Zack's lower body, clearly speaking the words the he seemed too defiant to utter aloud. Fingers tightened, and he thrust forward, filling the gorilla's mouth once more. "Say it, or you won?t be breathing again." Jamison let out a mixture of a growl and a moan, and Zack felt him give one long, hard suck to his throbbing cock before he began to twist, to struggle to catch the breath that was begin denied to him. Eyes wide, his fingers gave a tight squeeze to Zack's ass and then he began to try to speak around the thickness in his mouth. Zack could make the words out as a muffled 'Yes!' being shouted over and over again-it made him pulse all the more. His entire body was ridged with need. For a moment, he concentrated on him raping Jamison's mouth-fucking him until the back of his throat was truly raw.

In one, quick motion, however, he pulled back, the head of his penis once more teasing along Jamison's lips before he jerked him upright, using the tie like a leash. "I bet that?s not the only thing that you like, is it? You like to suck cock... do you like to take it up that tight ass of yours?" One brow arched, and Jamison looked at him for a moment-never before had the obviously dominate gorilla felt so.. Vulnerable. There was something about the masculine build of the horse: the thick, heavy and muscled frame of the horse stood before him like some unmoving god. He'd always known that Zack was rough, rebellious.. But he'd never known to what extent until now.

"If you think so, prove it." Taunting-Jamison couldn't help himself. He wanted the same rough treatment, the same domination. Zack stood before him, his clothes still pristine and pressed, though his thick, saliva drenched cock stood erect and teasing before him.

"Fuck me, Zack. Fuck me and show me your so tough." Jamison was shocked at how rough his voice was-the abuse to the back of his throat could still be felt... and it made his own cock throb inside of his pants.

Zack seemed to need no more urging. Instead he simply pressed Jamison forward, flipping him around so that his hands pressed against the desk. His fingers worked deftly-Zack removed the thick leather belt that held Jamison's pants in place. One snap of a button and those well pressed pants were jerked to Jamison's knees. A jock strap adorned the well muscled ass of the gorilla, and it caused Zack to let out another little groan of desire. One quick slap to his ass, and the jock strap was jerked down as well. "Look at you, all dressed up and ready for me today-how many times have you sat in this office with your cock hard and wanting me, Jamison?"

Zack didn't give him a chance to answer-he simply dove forward, letting his tongue lap out-hands held Jamison's full ass back against his mouth as he let himself lick the tight hole of his boss, slicking it and delving deep for just a moment before he stood upright. "I'm not going to make it so easy on you. I want to hear you scream!"

And a scream was what he heard as he stood up-one hand came to the center of Jamison's back and pressed him down so that he was bent over the desk. His long, thick cock thrust forward, meeting resistance as he felt himself slowly break past the tight ring of muscle, slicked with saliva, and delve deep inside of Jamison. "Fuck! God, Zack!"

Zack didn't even dignify him with words, however. His head was once more tossed back-the pleasurable feeling of Jamison's tight walls hugging around his throbbing member was enough to send him over the edge-the time for taunting was over. The time for fucking was now.

Keeping one hand splayed across Jamison's back to force him against the desk, the other came to slam down on the hard oak beside the gorilla's head. One more sentence escaped Zack, "Scream for me."

And with that, Zack's hips moved forward, thrusting hard again and again inside of Jamison. His fingers tightened against the crisp white shirt still adorning the broad back of the gorilla. The warmth of Jamison's tight hole was driving him to new levels of lust induced madness. Hard thrust after hard thrust caused the desk to rock forward, moving and scraping against the carpeted floor with each dive of Zack's hips. He could hear the moaning that was coming from Jamison's lips now, starting from his chest like a low growl. "That's right, isn't it?" Zack's own voice was growing thicker, darker with the desire and passion that he felt as his cock seemed to grow harder and harder with each thrust. "You want it harder, you want me to make you come, don't you?"

Jamison said nothing for a moment, and that was enough to incense Zack-he thrust hard enough that a small scream once more escaped the gorilla? and then he stopped moving, simply letting those clenched and aching muscles of Jamison's core squeeze around him. One word escaped his lips, though he didn't have to say it as Jamison began to buck wildly beneath him at the sudden lack of pleasurable movement. "Beg."

Zack knew that, had he allowed Jamison to turn his head back, that those gray eyes would be wide, pleading. He could feel his core pulse around his hard cock, and then the words began to spill forth. "Please, of God, please... fuck me, Zack. Fuck me. Please." Jamison thrust his body back as best he could against Zack's steely grip on his back. "Please!" The word turned into a nearly whining moan, and Zack felt his cock once more engulfed in the wanton pulse of Jamsion's core. "Please!"

A cocky laugh escaped Zack's lips, and he finally leaned forward, his entire body pressing against Jamison's as they bent over the desk. "Since you asked so nicely..."

He pulled from Jamison's tight core and then thrust inside once again, hard, hot, fast-it knocked the breath from the gorilla, and Zack could feel it as the warmth in his mid section began to grow, as his cock pulsed... he could feel that he was getting closer to pleasure, and it drove him wild. The desk jerked an inch with his next thrust, and Jamison's head jerked back. The 'please' was a mantra now, moaned out from Jamison?s lips every time Zack moved inside of him.

Another hard thrust and he could feel the first ripples of Jamison's pleasure begin. "That's right-you fucking come from me fucking you." He could see where Jamison's arms began to move, as though he wanted to touch himself. "No-don't you fucking move. You sit there and let yourself," another moan escaped his lips and Zack stopped talking as another spasm jerked through Jamison's body. He couldn't see it, but he could feel it as Jamison began to cum-he knew that it was shooting forward and hitting the desk, falling down onto that jock strap, those oh-so-carefully cleaned pants. Spasm after spasm clenched around Zack's cock, until finally he felt himself on the edge of his own pleasure. In one, deft movement, he pulled out of Jamison and flipped the gorilla over. One leg straddled each side of his face and his hand came up to his swollen, uncut cock to give it a final stroke. Cum began to spill forth, drenching Jamison's face.

"Oh, fuck!" The sight of it made Zack orgasm harder-his cum continued to drench the gorilla, slicking down that pristine white shirt, painting the dark tie and the exposed fur on Jamison?s chest. His hand continued to work his cock and Zack painted his boss-the final show of domination... marking his territory in a way that would never be forgotten.

As the last of the cum dripped form his tip and onto Jamison?s once pristine visage, that rakish smirk once more crossed the horse's face. "Well then.. I think that was everything, wasn?t it?" He stood up, tucking himself back into his pants and zipping them. His hands moved, straightening his tie, and then carefully smoothing the lilac of his dress shirt, before finally straightening his trench coat around him. "Same time tomorrow?"

And before the cum drenched gorilla could answer, Zack had turned, opened the door, and left. The only comment that he got as he made his way towards the door was from the receptionist at the desk in front of Jamison's office. The small, hyena female looked up at Zack knowingly from the file that she had been glancing at. One brow arched, and violet hues implored with mirthful inquisition, "Rough day at the office?"

Zack let out laugh, cocking his head to the side and pulling a pair of sleek glasses from the pocket of his trench coat. Letting them slip in face to cover his cobalt eyes, he gave the hyena a charming grin, tossing one look at the closed door to the office. "You have no idea."