Aftermath.
#2 of Sheila the vixen
Since the first rendition was so freaking popular, she's back! And her heat is the same as ever! For those of you 'just tuning in' Sheila is a sexy vixen herm working in date-entry, and she's been going through her yearly heat. The last rendition left off with her starting a masturbate-a-thon, it sounded like a good idea at the time....
A calm country song about love flowed through the air like water in a brook. Sheila murmured contentedly and rolled over on her bed, ignoring it. The bedsheets weren't actually on the bed. Nor the pillows. In fact, her entire room was a total mess. Her orange wand white fur was sticky with male and female leftovers, and she bed was crusty and hard from the dried pleasure that had been had.
Her eyes squeezed tighter shut, trying to drown out the southern drawl that assailed her sensitive fox ears. Then they shot open, pupils quickly shrinking in their green iris sea. She was late. Jumping up from the bed, she tried to stand, but her legs were so wobbly she could only catch herself on the nightstand. She was happy to note that her male bits had decided to retire for a while, though her heat still let her know she wasn't out of the clear through a small pulse in her female sex.
Sheila took shaky steps towards the bathroom, trying to work out the stiffness and soreness in her muscles from her long masturbation session. Her cock actually stung, and every one of her muscles in her lower abdomen cried out on agony from the humping and tensing experienced last night.
Ow. I. Should. Ow. Have waited. Oooowww. For the weekend.. She thought ashamedly to herself. Many agonizing steps later, she gripped the door handle to the bathroom and stumbled to the shower, just turning it on full-tilt, since she was running late. She set a towel on the toilet for afterwards and proceeded to step into the godly warm stream of water. She moaned as the rain massaged her aching muscles, and tried to savor every moment she could, while washing her previous naught out of her fur as quickly as she could
Her furious rubbing made certain aspects of her heat bother her worse than before, but her member still stayed hidden, as if angry at the treatment she showed it last night. It didn't matter to her, she was glad to have one less throbbing problem at hand. Once clean, she turned off the shower and proceeded to dry herself, walking much easier now. She made her way to the door of the bathroom and opened it, not prepared for the wave of heavy musk that hit her square in the nose. She had acclimated to it over the night, but jumping back into it was like trying to breath in raw lust. Her fox cock stirred slightly, bringing a pang of pain throughout her groin. She quickly ran to her dresser, and grabbed clothes out, not caring if they matched.
She dressed without ceremony, and threw open a window and turned on a fan, hoping the room would air out before she got home. She skidded down her stairs and into the kitchen/entryway. She grabbed some normal sneakers and her car keys, then ran out of her house, unlocking her car with the remote as she ran.
Sheila soon realized after she had arrived that there was no reason to fret. Everyone hadn't even noticed her late arrival, and now she sat in her seat, entering the goddamn numbers again. It was enough to drive one mad. But, it was her job, and kept food on the table and her car gassed up. The roads hadn't been kind to Sheila on the way either, speaking of cars.
The road was bumpy and rolling, and on a normal day she wouldn't have noticed much. But at high speeds and under a building heat, it hadn't helped her cause in the slightest. Every bump had made her twitch involuntarily in her seat, and every roll quickened by the car's fast rate had made her heart beat quicker with the slow rub. It was a miracle that she made it in one piece at all.
But she had, and now she was at the job that made the 'heat week' as she was calling it, so bloody unbearable. She rocked slightly in her seat, trying to get comfortable, her cock was hard inside her jeans, seemingly having forgotten about last night's escapades, and demanded attention. Her balls were touching directly on the clit of her wet slit, making her hips long to hump something. She continued to adjust herself until she froze. Her breath held.
There. Right there. She was in a position that allowed her cock to rub on the inside of her pants, whilst also letting her pussy massage the chair. She had a moral dilemma and looked around, trying to see if anyone was watching her. This sealed the tomb of lust building in her loins. The movement drug her clit across the bottom of her pants, and made her hips hump forwards slightly. That was all it took.
Her heartbeat off the scale, and her breathing shallow, she humped her hips in small movements on the chair, praying to god it wouldn't squeak. She took her hands off the keyboard and mouse and gripped the desk inside the cubicle she was at, trying desperately not to shove both hands between her legs. Her hips jerked of their own accord from time to time, sending sparks of pleasure ricocheting in her spine. The whole idea of doing this in a public place gave her a guilty thrill, and her cock throbbed, leaving wet smears of pre inside her jeans. Her pussy was making copious amounts of female honey now, making a wet spot on the bottom of her pants, but Sheila didn't mind. In fact, Sheila wasn't thinking much at all anymore.
Her hips jerked faster and tighter, some subconscious thought keeping her from jumping the hot leopard three cubicles down. Tearing off his clothes, letting that big, barbed, throbbing, cat cock out of its prison. Sliding it inside of her, feeling the length fill her to the tipping point. The fantasy overwhelmed her and she put her hands in her lap, and humped eagerly against them, eyes squinted shut, breathing hitched, trying not to moan out loud.
The fantasy continued, with humping hips, moans of pleasure, and a hand gripping her heavy cock, going up and down, up and down. She got closer to her release, her body felt like it would burst into flames at any second! She shoved her hands into her crotch as hard as she could and gasped once, a cutoff, quiet sound, but it was what signaled her release.
Her cock twitched in its denim prison, hurting like hell since no cum actually was coming out. Her pussy twitched heavenly, and left a stain of feminine fluid on the chair Sheila was sitting on. Her chest heaving, she let out the berate she has been holding in quick, shuddering bursts. She had done it, by god she had done it, it's nit like anyone had-
"You know, normal people usually take time off for heats." A voice whispered next to Sheila. She froze, and looked straight ahead. The voice belonged to Dianne, a white tiger with blond hair, a perfect hourglass figure, startling blue eyes, and a heavy d-cup size.
"I-I-I had... E-extenuating c-circumstances." She managed to stutter out. What would happen now? Would she be fired? Dianne had a stringy social life, there was sure to be rumors and dirty stories tomorrow! Sheila's heart sank to the deaths of her soul, but then Dianne said something else,
"You know, the best way to knock out your heat is to do it with a partner," She grinned seductively, "I think you could use the help it you think making the chair particularly happy is your only option." Sheila blinked,
"H-How'd you know I-I w-was-" Dianne smiled,
"What? Lesbian? Bi? You've been staring at my chest ever since you looked up, it's not too hard to do the math." The tigress handed Sheila a small napkin. "Gimme a call, you won't regret it." And she walked off, hips and tail swaying just for Sheila.
Her cock jumped in her sheath when it dawned on her exactly what had just transpired. Was it possible that someone was interested in her? Would it last? Especially when Dianne found out about her, additions?