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-Brrriii-ng Brrriii-ng- The pocketed cellphone rang wildly and suddenly interrupting the meeting like a screaming newborn interrupts sleep. , once more interrupting the meeting. By now, half hour into a discussion, and only a half hour away from lunch Jace's patience was disintegrating quickly.

"I'm sorry, my wife is home with the kids a-and wishes I would have stayed home to help care for them. You know how the flu is going around..." The nervous hare stuttered and scrambled to silent the phone's relentless calls with nervous energy racing through his body and making one knee bounce, hands tangle, and tall ears to twitch.

Giving an irritated nod, the German Shepard took a moment to adjust his green silk tie and take a long breath in, calming his nerves. "Actually, Mr. Sneed, I have no children. I don't experience such things as "the flu going around," I do however run a business and I experience such things as the profits going down..." In a heavy, strong voice the Shepard continued on, explaining to this worker the importance of doing one's job and changes requested by management to make said job more efficient. By the time he had finished, Jace was twisted into a knot with irritation and practically fled from the meeting room to his private office where a sweet, dancing aroma met his nose; food.

"Hello, Mr. Big-shot" Came a familiar voice as the chair behind his desk spun slowly around. A smiling, canine face meeting his gaze.

Jace couldn't help but smile at such a surprise. The basket of lunch and dessert, homemade, the prospect of a non-business conversation, and the sight of the lovely collie mixing together to send his tail into a whirlwind. His paws quickly depositing his suit coat on another chair.

Her own tail swishing lazily as well, Sarah stood slowly to slip her own, long coat off revealing the tight dress she wore. A deep green bodice boosting her snow white breasts with black ribbons woven over her stomach in an intricate design that led the eyes every which way over her body. While the short black skirt of the dress flared out to show off her long, slender legs. With a slow, knowing smile she stepped out from behind the desk to allow a better view of the ensemble and even spun slowly around to show every inch.

"Babe, You look amazing..." Jace finally breathed out; eyes bulging as they attempted to take in the sight and commit it to memory. The smile on the collie's eyes from his response proud and pleased.

"Why thank you..." She crooned before placing the basket of food down onto the desk in front of the seat she had vacated to allow the tired, business-dog to take her place in the plush seat, which he did eagerly with a drained sigh.

As the Shepherd ate, Sarah wandered rather aimlessly around the room, peering into bookshelves and filing cabinets, flipping through folders, and staring out the window with a simple curiosity that came from being in a 'private' office. Her eyes catching the off-white, meager blinds that covered the office window. With her lips curling up in a mischievous smile, quick paws eased those blinds up just a few inches before she turned and, with a swish of hips and tail, returned to the other canine behind the desk. Her paws found his tense shoulders, soft fingers started to rub, caress, and massage down over the curve of his broad, durable shoulders. The heat of her touch making the tension melt away and sending the stuffed canine into a groggy euphoria with ears flopping sideways and tongue dropping out of his mouth like a flag of surrender.

Gradually, the Collie leaned forward till the heat of her breath tickled the short furs of Jace's tall, black ears. The caress of her exhalation sent chills up his spine and made the canine whimper in a faint, ignorant manner while the female behind him slowly eased her paws lower, massaging his back, rubbing along his spine, and, at last, grasping his hips and gently heaving him upwards, sliding his upper body onto the smooth wood of the desk and making the Shepherd whine out louder now, questioning her without words to which the Collie only grinned, licked his tall ear, and whispered, "Oh hush, pup, you love this." Her voice allowed no question. The chair slid across the floor with a dull whirr of its wheels from the nudge of the female's heel. Her body shifted into the open space on the floor behind the male, pressing her warm groin to his backend with a suggestive grind of her hips forward. These actions making Jace's heart leap in his chest, dance with anticipation, and pound with arousal, though he still didn't know what she planned.

"S-sarah.." He started nervously, trying to assure she wouldn't do something damaging to his pride, not here, not here in his place of power, in his business. The response he got was a low, commanding growl. The sound beside his ear, loud and vibrating against the soft flesh of his ears and arousing as it echoed in his mind. "What was that, pup?" She demanded, those girly hips grinding now with a masculine strength against his upturned rump. Bushy tail already upturned, unbeknownst to the owner. "Is my puppy qu-questioning me?" She added, voice lower now, a growl, a demand. Her voice skipping in a mocking stutter of his own nervous sound.

Jace whimpered, ear folding down slowly like a white flag raising. While his voice stayed silent, too timid to respond to such questions, but the Collie wouldn't have it and her sharp fangs now found his neck, nipping between words, tugging after sentences. "What was the, puppy?" A long lick trailed from his shoulder to the side of his muzzle, messing his fur lewdly. "Did the puppy ask for a treat? Hmm?" A long pause, followed by an intruding paw sliding it's way along his hip, following the line of his dress pants, finding the buttons, expertly undoing them. "I'll give you a treat, puppy..." She grinned against his neck, letting him feel the way her teeth curled into that smile against his fur and skin. "Just say please, pup..."

Jace's heart pounded in his chest, beating against the cage his ribs had become now as he desperately attempted to open his eyes, to wake up and find he had been dozing in a meeting because this couldn't, couldn't be happening, not here. His body, however, was telling him it was otherwise. The breath tickling his tall ear, making it flick and tremble. His neck, covered in saliva, marked by Sarah with tongue and teeth. Feminine hips acting manly against his rump; grinding, pushing, forcing him forward into the hard oak of the desk. The hard oak of the desk in turn trapping a throbbing, growing member against his body. It was all building up, flooding his body with sensations with the background music of Sarah's torturously delicious voice and the rushing of his blood in his ears. He couldn't say no to those demands. Not if he wanted to. Not if he didn't want to. With one last whimper falling from his lips, like a shred of dignity, he whispered, "P-Please, Sarah"

Slowly, that black and white muzzle curled into a wide smile. Fangs glittering in a toothy smile befitting of the mischievous canine. "Good boy..." She cooed into a wilting ear. The cold of her black nose nudging the folded tent of fur and flesh before she snorted out an eager puff of air. With a jerk, her roaming paw opened his dress pants, the other paw moving in to assist in the sliding down of the dark slacks. A plump, furry rump soon falling beneath the Collie's gaze as she discarded pant and underwear into a pile on the floor. Her paws once more returning to his hips and lips to a tall ear.

"Climb on up, pup" She commanded in that soft, deceiving tone and a tap onto the desk. The German Shepherd responding with a girlish yip as he moved up onto the hard oak on both knees, tail sliding upwards.

Head hung. Ears down. Knees resting on the hardwood of his desk. Tail raised high. Puckered hole exposed to the Collie. Jace was in a heaven and hell combined. His heart still raged like a captured animal, pounding and beating. His eyes danced and skipped around the room, too shy to glance to the door, hoping it was locked. While at the same time, paws held his hips. Lips brushed his neck, ears, muzzle. Words flooded his ears that sent chills down his spine. Reluctantly, the canine slid his eyes shut and pushed away his doubts, letting out that soft, pleading whine.

Hearing that sound, Sarah's ears shot up eagerly, perking high to hear those noises as her paws slide lower. Each set of fingers gripping onto an asscheek, squeezing harder and watching the canine in her grasp squirm before whimpering needily. "Mmm...good boy, whine for mistress. Whine for the whole office." She smirked slightly, stopping any of his complaints with a heavy, wet lick against his puckered tail hole. A low moan leaving the complacent Shepherd now as his back arched and he pushed back into those licks. Steadily now, her tongue worked over his warm, pink flesh slurping against the needy hole as she prepared it with her saliva for what was to come. At last now, the moans were steadily coming, leaking out of Jace's mouth like a dripping faucet and ringing out in the room softly each time, echoing occasionally.

Taking one last lick at his hole, Sarah pulled back, standing beside the desk and peering over the desk to find a utensil for her playing. A heavy, glass paperweight catching her gaze. The thick, hefty glass strong and sturdy, perfectly rounded and several inches around. "Perfect..." she mumbled once, fingers curling around the sphere while the other grabbed Jace's furry neck scruff.

"Howl loud for mistress..." The girl whispered softly before slamming the cold glass paperweight into the canine's slick hole. The muscles of the pucker pushing back stubbornly for a moment before the ball popped in with a wet slurp, as if his ass had drunken it up.

As the cold sphere stretched him wide, Jace was rocked forward on the desk, a shrill howl leaving his throat and tearing up towards the ceiling, echoing back and cascading back onto him. His fast throbbing shaft jumping and spurting wildly with thick, globby bursts of cum. "Ohh...S-Sarah! What was that!" He gasped out, still panting, heaving, then whimpering.

She grinned, watching down on her handiwork as his carpet was covered in splatters of cum and his ass seemed blink with surprise from the object, even now. "Oh, just a paperweight.."

Jace's eye blinked, widened, and fell closed while a groan fell from his lips, "Good Gods...My grandmother gave me that..."

Sarah paused, chuckled, and leaned over his rump. "Well, tell her a thank you when you have another break." She paused, walking around the desk with a slow strut, leaning down over him, his chin on the desk. Soft lips pressed to his nose lightly and her fingers wiggled his tie off his neck, sliding it over her own neck instead like a trophy before she strutted to the door, leaving the canine on his desk on all fours, butt up, head down, and rump stuffed.

Quickly before leaving, she glanced back with a wicked smile, "Oh and if that's a jam, Call a janitor..."