Office Stress Part 2
#2 of Office Stress
With a slow, smooth stride Vincent Tallis walked towards his supervisor's office. He glanced at the cubicle of Matt Shields, his friend, and found it empty. Matt had left early that day, claiming illness. A few had giggled at how oddly he walked to his car. With a gentle hum Van moved on, eyeing the tall door to the soundproof office, a thick sheaf of papers in his hands.
Reports all done here, Tibbs... he mused. Without so much as a knock he entered the square corner office, absently dropping the papers on the desk, which was oddly clean for a busy workday. The chair behind the desk swiveled around quickly, and Tibalt Cunnings timidly eyed over the grinning sauropod in front of his desk. "Vincent, you have the- oh the reports, thank you." he said meekly.
Tibalt was afraid, he knew he looked it, too. Vincent's presence was almost oppressive. The predator could still feel Van's warm smooth hands working him over as his rock-solid grip kept him pinned down. He shuddered, trying to sweep away the memory.
"Vincent," he started, avoiding the sauropod's eyes, "what you did was... highly inappropriate, and I should v-very well report you to upper management. But in light of my, uhm, behavior beforehand I can s-see that it was retaliation, and I know what the other employees..." he knew he was rambling, gripping the arms of his wide black chair. He stood to try to boost his confidence and felt none of it return. He imagined Van's eyes watching him, undressing him. Tibalt felt naked, exposed, and deep inside he a disturbing twinge of excitement made itself known. He turned and paced to the window to gaze out to the parking lot below, trying to keep his words sterile and professional.
He turned about and held back a yelp. Van stood mere inches from him, the rusty-red tyrannosaur facing a wide set of herbivore pectorals. "T-tallis! It's t-totally against c-company policy to p-pursue t-this kind of-."
"Mm-hmm..." hummed Van, a sly smile on his smooth lips. He lowered his head to sniff gently at the predator.
"I-it's not professional, o-or mature t-to do this in a w-work environment...!" he watched helplessly as Van nodded, the soft nose sniffing down his neck and over his shirt buttons. Tibalt's eyes widened. "T-Tallis!"
"Mmm..." murmured Van, kneeling as he listened to Tibbs' half-assed protests. Dipping his head, he pressed his snout against his boss' groin, sniffing deeply at the faint masculine scent.
"N-no, stop, I said this isn't a-allowed...!"
Van ignored him like a hungry animal, locating the zipper with his long tongue. He lifted the warm metal tab up and bit it, pulling the zipper down with his teeth. Tibbs gasped as he felt the sauropod's warm breath on his soft cock, tickling the shaft. His words choked in his throat, his hands grabbing helplessly at Van's head. His heart throbbed. "Please, no...!"
Van let out a semi-purr, pushing his face into the open zipper, nudging open the burgundy boxers to lip and kiss at the smooth cock within. He licked and slurped slowly, feeling it pulse beneath his wet tongue as his boss trembled. Ever so gently, he grasped the masculine organ in his maw by the middle of the shaft, tugging it free once again from its pants prison. His thick tongue rolled over the veined cock before him, licking from base to tip like he was taking off a candy coating as it throbbed to life quickly, aimed straight forward.
Tibalt's face was crimson with a bubbling blend of conflicting emotions: outrage, nervousness, excitement, and fear. He marveled silently as he watched Van lick underneath his throbbing tool, making it plain that the long-neck was no novice to oral attention. Tibalt timidly let out a groan as he felt the wet tongue wrap itself around his bulging cock head. "Ungh, Vincent..." he murmured. He had forgotten what a mouth felt like around his member. He moaned again as Van engulfed the supervisor's cock in his tender lips, sucking it down gently, letting his mouth pressure pull in the entirety of the thick, round maleness.
Tibalt could do nothing to stop his own groaning as he felt the wet hot vacuum around his cock. His knees trembled, toe claws curling tightly in the brown leather shoes, ripping through the tough black socks. He watched the dominant herbivore pull every inch of his flesh pole into his lips, disappearing down to the base. He shuddered as his smooth cock head lodged itself at the back of the long-necks throat, throbbing there and granting the long neck a hint of salty pre-ejaculate. Tibalt was unable to tear his eyes away as Van pulled his head back to reveal the predator's long, throbbing glistening cock, saliva and pre dripping of the end as it jerked with Tibbs' heartbeat.
"Oooh, god..."
Van knew what he was doing to his boss' emotions and reveled in it. His thick solid cock begged to break through his slacks and be squeezed hard, but Van ignored it. Watching the hardened predator squirm as he was given a blow-job was far more satisfying than jerking off. He licked off the wet end, letting the salty bead roll down into his mouth, reaching up to unbutton the blue pants above him. He continued to lap at the shaft, like a dog with his favorite bone, as he gripped the waist band of Tibalt's trousers and tugged them down. Not a hint of resistance was offered as Van tugged at the boxer's waistband, slipping it over the stiff throbbing cock and down the meat-eater's legs to reveal the dark orbs within his scrotum, now tense and swollen with need. The long-neck pursed his lips now and slid them back over the rock-hard prick, the surface cooled slightly due to the moisture he'd left. Don't worry, I'll keep it warm this time, he mused, gulping it down.
Tibalt sighed with pleasure, trying to feel more comfortable; there was no stopping Van now, and in all honesty, he wanted it. He wanted to feel his fat tool thrusting down into his employee's mouth, his testicles slapping the plant-eaters chin until he flooded the foot long throat with sticky cum. He bit his lip, forcing a premature climax down. He kept his attention on Van as the long-neck swallowed down to the base with practiced ease and them back to the head again, repeating the wet bob with a steady rhythm. Tibalt's tail twitched as he groaned again, the herbivore's gulp-suck-and-slurp method working him to bliss. Tingles of carnal pleasure rocked him from brain to toes, his eyes unfocused as he listened to Van's wet silky lips slurp and slide over his hot shaft.
Van increased his rhythm as he drove his boss to new stages of pleasure. He gazed upward as he drew the cock back into throat again, wondering if his boss knew that he looked like a school boy twitching and gasping with his first sexual experience. Unable to resist, Van cupped the predator's smooth sac in his hand, lovingly caressing the tense balls, rolling them over in his fingers. He was pleased by the giddy moan that escaped Tibb's lips, the predator's ass tensing as he tried to thrust. He chuckled, deciding to let the carnivore have a little more dominance. He pulled his head back, settling his lips gently on the head and paused there, waiting. Just as expected, Tibalt's cock surged forward, seeking the wet hot sanctuary of Van's mouth and throat, thrusting quickly and hard.
Van was content to let his boss have his way with his mouth, his tongue rolling over and under the smooth wet shaft. Tibalt's moaning grew louder, a pathetic growl of lust mingling with his wordless groans. The long-neck kept up the attention to the balls close to his chin, his fingers tickling the soft skin along the back of the scrotum. Tibb's cock throbbed faster and harder as the carnivore began to lose control, working desperately to orgasm. Time to make my demands I suppose, thought Van.
Van pushed his hand against the base of the throbbing cock, pulling it out with a wet slurp. Tibalt let fly a cry of desperation.
"You've been working me hard, Tibbs," purred Van, licking down the top of the cock head, hand working soft over the carnivore's balls, "I could use some time off..."
"Ungh, yes..." Groaned Tibalt, his mind pulsing with want, barely able to listen to the plant-eater's words.
"Two vacation days, starting next Monday." He suckled the pre-ejaculate forming on the carnivore's cock-tip, mostly for his own taste. "Oh and I'd like a bottle of that expensive whiskey the executives give each other at Christmas, the one with the blue label. I feel I'm owed it, you know." Van giggled deep inside. I know this is probably blackmail, but oh how he loves it.
Tibalt nodded quickly. "Yes, yes of course." He tried to thrust in again, desperate for release. In his current state of mind Van sounded like the most rational person he'd ever met.
"Good. Thanks, Tibbs." Van was through playing now. With renewed vigor he sucked hard at the carnivore's cock, letting Tibalt thrust as he slurped hard and loud. He increased pressure as Tibb's withdrew before a thrust, milking the steel-hard shaft for its life. The pulsing in his warm mouth grew faster as Tibbs thrust, suddenly pausing as his lips reached the base. Here it comes; come on big boy, cum down my throat, I want to eat it all...
Tibalt let out a triumphant roar of bliss and dominance as he felt his body roll over the edge into the orgasmic sea of roiling electrified pleasure, his cock swelling tightly as a fresh wave of hot spooge splashed to the back of Van's throat. He gave another savage thrust, balls slapping loudly against the long-neck's chin as emptied his lust into his employee's mouth.
Van gulped and groaned, swallowing each load given, submitting to his boss' surging cock. He lapped up every bit of seed, expertly keeping nary a drop from leaving his lips, letting it pool in his mouth and roll over his tongue before he swallowed. His throat bulged gently with each swallowed load, each gulp trailing the last down his long neck.
Slowly the fires of carnal passion tapered off, Tibbs' cock softened with each short thrust, each one weaker, more gentle. His long red cock flopped back over his scrotum after he'd pulled it free of Van's mouth, glistening wetly. Trembling, he watched absently as Van pulled his boxers and trousers back up, carefully buttoning them and closing the zipper. The plant eater stood, smiling warmly.
"Thanks, Tibbs. You're the best." He purred and tenderly kissed the carnivore's lips. Tibalt didn't protest. Van turned and left the office, walking with his hips forward as his cock throbbed, hardly caring who saw the huge heavy tool pressing against the inside of his pants.
Tibalt closed the door and let out a sigh of exhaustion. He was tired; so very tired.
"What have I done... what do I do...?" he asked of no one in particular.