Business or Pleasure?
The foyer of the building was classy, though not extravagent. A marble fountain pittered happily in the middle of the room, its vague murmur only a background noise beneath the chatter of people. Lush green ferns stood on either side of the entryway like security guards, peering tirelessly into the street for a glimpse of trouble, ready to intervene. The walls were taken up entirely by great windows, lighting the foyer with the clean gleam of pure sunlight, sparkling off the stone floors like a multitude of jewels. A burly doorman, clad in deep maroon, held the door open with a smile; Max slipped a few bucks into his paw and strode between the feathery guardians into the room itself.
Max looked as if he belonged, mainly because he did. He was bereft of the faded concert tees, frayed flannel overshirts, and baggy cargo pants that he usually wore; instead, he was decked out impressively in a fine navy blue sport coat, a tasteful tie, and grey charcoal slacks. His wild hair was carfeully tamed, laying subdued against his head (with a perfect part on the side), and his paw gripped a leather attache case with the same kind of surety one would expect from any boardroom veteran. Max was someone who cleaned up well, and if his jacket was just a little too big for him, or his belt stretched just a tad farther than it should have (a result of a sedentary workweek), well, perhaps we can't blame him for not hitting all details.
Max couldn't believe his luck; it had been running hot for months. It started when he'd landed a swell position at a marketing firm, despite having no experience whatsoever in marketing. He'd been hired as an "Accounts Liason," which was a fancy way of saying that it was his job to meet with customers who already had accounts with his firm and convince them they'd never find a better deal. Since Chessman & Brie was a really excellent firm, none of the customers were interested in taking their business elsewhere anyway, so it had been, so far, a series of luncheons, golf games, and dinners at fancy restaurants on Mssrs. Chessman's and Brie's dime. Not only that, he'd even gotten the chance to "serve the customer" in a particularly pleasant way; one of their customers was a phenomenally hot, middle-aged woman who expected a little more "personal sevice" than most people. THAT had been a helluva business lunch.
Of course, it was hard to top this latest bit of luck, though when it had struck he'd thought quite the opposite. He'd been sent to Eastern Europe (ugh, what a place! They drove on the wrong side of the road, and none of his appliances worked!) to meet with some jerk from some crummy university's archaeology department. It seemed that they had made some kind of discovery, he couldn't remember what, something about a forge, and a volcano, and they wanted to use it as way to get some publicity and attract students to the school, not to mention government grants. So off he trudged to somewhere they didn't speak English and didn't carry his kind of beer.
Once he arrived, he made two discoveries. Number one: much of Eastern Europe was every bit as cultivated as North America. Sure, only about a third of the people could understand him, but the cities looked like any American city, the people acted like people do anywhere else, and they even had some very nice local beers to choose from. Number two: he already knew the person he was going to go meet with regarding the university.
Originally, he was going to speak with the young woman who had made the discoveries, but before he had even boarded the plane, she had bowed out, apparently uncomfortable with the business side of things. She was to be replaced with the head of the archaeology department, but he had been suddenly called to China for an important, well, something, Max hadn't really paid attention. By the time he touched down, it had been decided that Max would be meeting with the young lady's brother, who, as far as he could tell, had no connection to the university other than being related to someone who worked there.
The whole expedition was getting dumber by the minute, and Max hadn't been shy in letting his friends know via his laptop. Sitting in the airport terminal, waiting to be picked up, he had complained through IMs to everyone on his buddy list, including a coyote roughly his age who lived nearby.
That was going to be the one bright point of the trip, Max had decided. His buddy Coyotek, whom he'd never actually gotten to meet, lived somewhere nearby, and he was sure he could get away for a few hours to pay him a visit. They were in the process of setting it up when the coyote told him he wouldn't be available on Wednesday afternoon, because he had to "go meet with some American about my sister's school." When asked, he simply explained that his sister was some big-shot in the archaeology department who had recently discovered some artifacts nobody had thought really existed, and that he was going to meet with the American to see about getting her some publicity. Naturally, Max had nearly gone through the roof, and when he told his friend why he was so excited, the coyote had typed an excited string of gibberish Max could only assume was an expression of joy in his native language.
So Max went from deeply regretting being stuck on a lousy business trip to hotly anticipating a chance to meet a long-awaited friend within the space of a few minutes, and as he walked across the foyer, he was aware that he was walking a little faster than perhaps was usual. Most of us could forgive him that fact, but there was one person who couldn't, or, at least, refused to do so. With an irritated shout, she called him back to reality and forced him to stop in his tracks long enough for her to catch up.
You see, his boss hadn't really trusted him with the account all by himself. Max was no salesman, and they didn't actually have the university's business already, so they sent him along with a short, brash badger who had years of experience in the field, and never missed an opportunity to remind him.
"Dammit, Max, slow down," she chided as she caught up with him. "You're going to leave me behind." Max started to say something sarcastic, but a caustic look silenced him. Instead, he shrugged and gestured theatrically, bowing and and ushering the female ahead of him. She shot him a look of vague annoyance and brushed past, her head thrown back proudly.
There were two things he liked about Sasha, he thought as he fell into step behind her. Number one, she really was a tremendous salesman, and her talent and experience easily made up for his lack of both. Number two, she was a real treat to look at. With an ample bosom, rounded rump, and long, velvety hair pulled back in a professional-looking ponytail, she had fueled his fire, so to speak, since they'd met. Today she was wearing a blue and white pinstriped suit jacket and skirt, with a lacey, yet subdued, white blouse, and the sophistication of it all made her even hotter. So far, she'd rebuffed his advances, and he was starting to suspect that maybe she wasn't into males, but he always held out the hope that she'd come around one of these days.
With a start, Max realized she had been talking for several minutes, and he'd been so busy staring at her ass that he hadn't heard a word of it. Embarrassed, he turned his attention to her, only to find she was in the middle of yet another lecture on why she was a better salesman and why he should leave the important things to her.
"Yeah, that's not gonna be an issue this time." Max said it a little proudly, as if he had worked for months to build up a rapport with the customer, rather than just lucking into it. "I happen to know the guy we're meeting."
"Oh?" The badger's eyebrow lifted daintily, cautious amusement evident on her features.
"Yeah, he's an old friend. We've known each other for years." Max was enjoying this, and perhaps he let his chest puff out just a bit.
"Well, in that case, I'll let you handle this." The female's words said that she was demurring because of his superior experience in this particular matter, but her voice suggested that she was expecting him to fall flat on his face regardless.
"What is it exactly that you don't like about me?"
Sasha laughed a charming little laugh and shook her head. "It's not that I don't like you, Max. I just don't think you're any good at this job, that's all."
The tiger started to respond, then chose otherwise and simply shrugged. Why bother to argue with someone who always thought she was right, no matter what proof he had to the contrary? Besides, she didn't mean any insult, she just lacked anything remotely resembling tact or decency.
With an understandable level of enthusiasm, Max lead his companion along a few hallways, up an elevator, and down a few more hallways, trying to look like he knew where he was going, but obviously lost. He couldn't help it; not only had he never been inside this particular building, he had never been in this entire country, so he could be forgiven if he didn't automatically know his way around. Finally, he was shamefacedly forced to ask for directions, only to find they were on the wrong floor entirely. Sasha laughingly took the lead at that point, guiding the male expertly through the maze of corridors as if she had been through them a hundred times before. Max was fairly certain she had studied the floorplan, or had even been here before, but by then he was too embarassed to ask.
The duo eventually reached their destination, a meeting room labelled "Theatre B," and at that Sasha kindly let Max take the lead, allowing the male to at least appear to be in charge. He gave her a grateful smile and pushed the door open, stepping into a smallish room with a TV set up in the corner and whiteboards across the walls. Most of the space was taken up by a massive grey table, around which were set a dozen or so black plastic chairs, the kind with casters that recline if you lean back in them. Seated at one of the chairs, his bare feet resting on the table, was the coyote they were presumably there to meet.
As the tiger entered the room, it became obvious they were in the right place: the reclining male sat up and, a broad smile appearing on his face, he leapt to his feet, throwing his arms wide and exclaiming, "Max!" The object of his exclamation laughed and hurried forward, and the two clasped each other like, well, like a couple of old friends who hadn't seen each other in years. The hug lasted a good long while, and when the two finally separated, it was only to sit down next to one another and begin talking animatedly about various subjects that had nothing to do with marketing or schools.
Sasha gave them a few minutes, partly to be polite, and partly because she was sizing up the male. The businesswoman in her told her the negotiation would be a snap; if he knew anything at all about the business it wouldn't be much, and she would lead him by the paw to the best possible contract. The woman in her told her that once the negotiations were finished, she might like to enter into another kind of negotiation; he'd certainly be worth the trouble.
Tall and thin to Max's short and stocky, the coyote was best summed up with the word "nonchalant." Dressed in jeans and a hooded sweatshirt with something written in Polish on the front (she assumed it was the name of the school he was representing, or maybe a favorite football club), his mannerisms made it apparent that he wasn't too worried about, well, anything. He seemed to be busy taking it easy, if that makes any sense, and Sasha thought the personality was a nice change of pace from the formal atmosphere of big business she normally lived in. A pair of wire-framed glasses added a certain intelligence to the overall look, and the badger decided she was definately going to get the males apart later for some fun of her own.
Eventually, though, the female got tired of being ignored, and with an impatient clearing of her throat, she stepped up and thrust a paw at the coyote, introducing herself with the air of confidence she always exuded. The male seemed to notice her for the first time since her arrival, and he graciously took her paw and brushed his lips against the back of it, murmuring something undoubtedly flattering in his own language.
"Max, you didn't tell me you were bring such a beautiful woman to meet me," the coyote purred, smiling up at her with glimmering eyes. His accent was noticeable, but not thick enough to actually impair his speech; the result was, instead, that he simply sounded exotic and enticing, at least to Sasha. "It's such a wonderful thing, to get to meet you," he continued. "How sorry I am for making you wait."
"Oh, that's quite all right," Sasha beamed down at him, clearly impressed. "It's Max's fault, really. He should have introduced me." At that, the tiger hmphed, but the others paid him no mind; instead, Coyotek stood and pulled out a chair, motioning for the female to sit down. As she took her seat, she grinned back at her fellow employee, adding, "American men should learn a thing or two from the Europeans."
Max smirked, lifting his thick eyebrows in irony. "He's just being nice because he's probably been warned to be on his best behavior. There are a couple of women who would kill him if he messed this up."
The European laughed and shook her shaggy head, holding up his paws in self defense. "Don't try and make me look bad, Max. I'm just being friendly, that's all. There's nothing so wrong with that." Giving the badger another warm smile, he added, "And yes, I have been warned. I was told very certainly not to do 'anything stupid' by my sister."
However, all chivarly and good manners aside, once Sasha was seated comfortably, the conversation quickly turned back to a two-person show, the female sitting quietly to one side, drumming her claws on the table. She spent several minutes fantasizing about what the coyote would look like naked, imagining where she would ask him to put his rock-hard boner inside her, maybe tonguing her first to get her wet, but after a while she realized that she had been completely forgotten by the others, who were so wrapped up in their conversation that she likely could have stripped naked and begun masturbating loudly without anyone noticing. Finally, deciding it would be less insulting to be ignored if she weren't in the room, she excused herself and left to find a restroom.
While the badger had felt as if she were being ignored, Max, for one, was very aware of her presence, and as soon as she removed that presence from the room, a new expression appeared on his face, a sly and hungry expression. As soon as he heard the click of the door closing behind Sasha, he reached out and grabbed the other male's paw, pulling it closer to him. Coyotek obviously understood the meaning, because he nearly leapt out of his seat and threw himself into Max's, pressing his lithe body against the American's heavier one.
"Damn, I thought she was never gonna leave," the tiger grunted, his lips finding those of his friend. He felt a hard presence pushed between his legs, and he gripped Coyotek's rump with both paws, pressing the furre harder against him. "I was afraid we'd have to let her join in."
"Oh, that wouldn't be so bad," the coyote rejoined. He chuckled at Max's annoyed grunt, amused by the fact that she got on the tiger's nerves so much. He briefly wondered why that was, but quickly pushed it out of his mind. He had more important things to think about at the moment, like prying Max's mouth open and shoving his tongue down the American's throat. Moments later, that particular mission was accomplished.
The furres growled and writhed for a few minutes, their tongues worming their way into each other's mouths, their paws roaming mainly over the thighs and buttocks, squeezing and caressing. They each humped their hips into one another, grinding their bulging crotches together, moaning passionately in their heat. They rolled and groaned and wriggled, pressing their warm bodies together, until the coyote's paws deftly undid Max's belt, and one slipped quickly into his slacks to grip his hard tool. The quality of the male's moans suddenly changed, and the furres somehow stood up, still pressed together, Coyotek's paw still buried in his friend's groin.
The European shoved both paws into the tiger's pants and pushed them farther enough down that they would continue to fall on their own; his paws returned upward to cup Max's genitals firmly, while he still pressed his chest against the other's, his lips and tongue playing hotly across his friend's face. He rubbed his paws over the American's crotch and inner thighs, pressing hard against the slightly bristly fur, massaging the flesh beneath, bringing a low, delighted moan from the stimulated tiger. His paws came together in the middle, one paw wrapping its fingers around the meaty shaft, one cupping the round testicles dangling just beneath. He began stroking the hard tool, the fingers of his other paw rolling the balls around in his palm, and he was rewarded with a groan of ecstasy from the other furre.
Max gripped the back of his friend's head with one paw, bringing his face close for kiss after deep kiss. The other paw was working on Coyotek's jeans, trying to get them off the coyote's slim frame, not having much luck as he was somewhat distracted. Finally he just dug his claws into the small of the male's back, pulling him close, and breathed huskily in Coyotek's ear, "I wanna sixty nine."
Coyotek nodded in response, then released his friend and hopped up onto the table, his legs dangling off the edge. He pushed himself back until only his feet protruded off the table, and Max bent over him, swiftly undoing the jeans that had thwarted him a moment ago. Yanking them off the thin furre, along with his shorts, Max was delighted to see a big, rock-hard tower spring free and flop against the coyote's stomach. Licking his lips, he bent down and ran the just tip of his wide tongue along the underside of the shaft, causing Coyotek to shudder visibly, the head of his tingly prick flaring in anticipation. With a psycho's grin, Max stripped off the remnants of his clothes and crawled onto the table next to the other, turning around so that they were lying on their sides, their heads at opposite ends. Taking the base of his friend's cock in paw, the tiger let loose a predatory growl and engulfed the top half of Coyotek's member in his hungry mouth.
The European sighed heavily as his friend began sucking his prick, his whole body shaking lightly with the sensation. His eyes closed in pleasure, and for a moment he simply lay there, enjoying the blowjob. Soon, however, he opened his eyes and took Max's stiff rod, only inches from his own face, into a paw and resumed stroking it, purring happily as he watched it appear and disappear into his furry palm. Taking a deep breath, he finally leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the steamy shaft; as he did, he felt rather than heard Max groan in joy, his hips shifting slightly to give the coyote a better angle. Coyotek wrapped his long canine tongue around the tiger meat, swirling it around in corkscrewing circles, and as he did he felt the other furry shift his own strategy.
Max released his friend's cock from his lips and grasped it with one paw, pulling it down and away from him, pushing it against Coyotek's stomach. That way, the coyote's balls were clearly visible, with nothing in the way, and, purring, Max ran his tongue over them several times, washing them. He took one into his mouth and sucked at it, pressing his tongue against it, then released it so as to suck on the other one for a moment. He opened wide and closed his lips around both of them at once, swirling them around with his muscular tongue, pulling his head back a little to put some pressure on the sack. He let go and began kissing, sucking, and licking at them, and as he did, he felt the coyote's long, slender fingers take possession of his own balls, rolling them around in a warm paw, squeezing them gently from time to time. With a long, lusty growl, Max let Coyotek's cock spring back from its captured position and slurped at it hungrily, his rough tongue rubbing along the top of the shaft.
Soon the two were humping and bucking at one another, and it became increasingly difficult to both give and receive at the same time. Therefore, they alternated, one sucking on the other's dick while the recipient moaned and panted and fondled the giver, then switched jobs, the first getting a taste, as it were, of his own delectable medicine. The ability of the furres to pay attention to their jobs got progressively harder, and eventually it became impossible.
With a grunt, Coyotek suddenly crawled to his paws and knees, and, turning lithely around, threw his leg over Max, straddling the tiger, his face now hovering above his friend's. Tongue lolling out, he pressed his groin against Max's, and within moments the two were humping wildly at each other, grinding their bodies together, using the furry warmth of their sweaty groins to get off. Two hard cocks rubbed against one another, pressing deep into the soft tissue of the surrounding flesh, twin rods of hot metal scraping and grinding against the other.
Neither knew who came first, and really, it didn't matter. As one of the furres began to gush fluid, the other one, driven over the edge by this new sensation, joined in, the result being that both males moaned and gasped and came, rolling back and forth, still humping at the other's body, claws digging into whatever flesh was available. Orgasm rolled over the two like a wave, carrying them along in a stream of ecstasy.
When they finally subsided, Coyotek rolled off the tiger, and they lay next to one another, panting in the afterglow of an intense mutual orgasm. Their bodies, at least the private parts, were a sticky, drippy mess, and as it oozed onto the table one of them mentioned that they'd have to clean it up before they left, or someone might realize that their "business meeting" had been something else entirely. As the words escaped the male's lips, an amused voice strode rudely and suddenly into their awareness: "Oh, I don't think you're gonna get away with keeping this a secret, boys."
Surprised and embarassed, Coyotek twisted over onto his stomach and lifted the front of his body so he could see the owner of the voice. Max, having recognized it immediately, simply lifted his chin to look, upside down, at the female standing a few feet away, paws on her hips, an incredibly smug expression on her broad face. "Why am I not surprised you're here? It's like a bad plot twist."
Sasha just laughed, shaking her head slowly. "I can't believe you two. How long do you think it takes me to use the restroom? Did you really think you were going to be finished by the time I got back?"
Max just shrugged, apparently unconcerned. "Well, you do take a long time."
Again, the badger shook her head, amazed by the males' absolute stupidity. "Not that long. I've been standing here for ten minutes and neither one of you noticed a thing until I started talking. I knew you were dumb as a rock, Maxie, but I didn't know your friend was so slow." With this, she fixed her gaze on the coyote, her eyebrows arched intriguingly.
Embarassed, Coyotek colored noticeably and stammered some kind of explanation, gesturing meaninglessly as he tried to make the situation look like something it wasn't. He had been warned, over and over, not to mess this up; now, if the female was offended, or something, she might walk out and cancel their account, or whatever it was that her company was supposed to do, and he would catch Hell for months from both his sister and his girlfriend. That was the thing, really. He wasn't all that upset about being caught naked and sweaty with somebody in a public place, but he was worried about losing the business account he'd been sent to take care of. Terrified of it, actually.
Fortunately for him, Sasha didn't seem upset, just amused. Chuckling selfishly, she shook her head again and held up a paw. "Oh, don't worry, honey, I'm not mad or anything. In fact, I think this could work out to everyone's advantage." When the coyote cocked his head to one side, she smiled gently, stepped forward, and placed a paw under his chin. "I don't know if you've been thinking of anything in particular you'd like to do to me, but now's the time to come up with something."
The European may not have spoken English perfectly, but that wasn't necessary to know exactly what the female wanted. Being sprawled across the table, with the femme standing in front of him, his face was nearly level with her bust, and so he pulled open her blouse with a speed that made her gasp; within moments, his face was buried in her impressive cleavage, his long tongue squirming over her pleasant breasts like a worm. She cooed in approval, cupping her breasts to give the male a better angle.
After a moment, however, she pushed him away and crawled onto the table between the males, turning and laying back, stretching langorously. "Well, get to work," she giggled. "I'm not gonna do this myself."
The males did indeed get to work, though it was a kind of work they both enjoyed. Lying on either side of her, they each took a breast and began working on it, kneading and fondling her melonous (not really a word, but it sounds good, don't you think?) tits. Coyotek ran his tongue over his half of her chest, lapping at it like a cat trying to get clean, while Max attached his lips to her areola and began sucking slow and hard, biting with his sharp teeth at her nipple from time to time, both of them squeezing the sensitive, fleshy orbs.
Sasha obviously enjoyed the treatment very much; in fact, she couldn't remember the last time she'd had this kind of attention. It wasn't that she had no social life, it was just that she hooked up with so many bad lovers. It was a nice change of pace to find someone, or someones, who were willing to give a girl some foreplay. Of course, the fact that they'd both cum a few minutes earlier no doubt made them more willing to go the extra distance, but it's unwise to look a gift horse in the mouth. At any rate, she found the attention positively stimulating, and within moments her paw was between her legs, rubbing firmly at her groin through the soft fabric of her skirt.
Somehow, Coyotek noticed what the female was up to, and with a grin, he placed a paw on top of hers, purring in her direction. "Would the lady like some help?"
Sasha smiled at him, lust smoldering in her eyes. "Oh, I'd love some." Her voice was throaty, thick with desire.
Giving the female a little bow, Coyotek slid off the table and knelt down in front, pulling Sasha closer so that her knees were at the edge of the table, Max following without lifting his head from her delicious tits. The coyote's paw slid smoothly across the female's thighs, giving them a gentle squeeze. His paws slid up under her skirt, teasing the hot flesh underneath, then slid out again, a pair of lacy panties caught on either side by his foreclaws. Lifting the undergarment to his nostrils, the coyote breathed deeply, letting the thick mustelid scent fill his mind, then lowered his head to gaze devilishly at the target of his lust. Sasha sighed happily and lifted her rump off the table, and slowly, seductively, the European pulled her skirt from her body, revealing a moist pink slit couched between full, pouting lips.
Coyotek slowly lowered his head until his breath blew across the unconvered femsex in hot gusts, causing the badger to groan involuntarily. The long, muscular tongue slowly snaked out of his mouth, and lowered gradually to its target, just brushing the valley between her outer lips. Her hips bucked upwards slightly, then a forceful paw pushed them back down, demanding patience. The tongue dipped again, pressing farther in this time before withdrawing, and this action was repeated several times. By the time the coyote plunged his tongue fully within the female's recesses, she was dripping with excitement, enough so that even Max was assaulted by the unmistakable smell of female heat.
For Sasha, the situation really couldn't have gotten any better. One male was draped across her chest, his skilled mouth playing with her large, sensitive nipples, sending ripples of pleasure southward, where they met with the waves of joy radiating from the coyote's ministrations to her loins, his long tongue probing her insides, wet lips pressed to her nethers, and the result was a seismic shockwave of ecstasy rumbling throughout her body. As the tiger took a hard nipple between his teeth and pulled roughly, bringing exquisite tears to her eyes, the coyote's tongue became hard and straight and began sawing in and out like a piston, reaching deep inside her. She moaned and writhed on the cool tabletop, paws clutching at her body, feeling like she was on fire.
Finally, Coyotek decided he had had enough; after this breather, his cock was rock hard once more, and he wanted to use it. With a final slurp at the badger's wet pussy, he straightened up, the femme sighing a little sadly as he did. She glanced down at him, her face a picture of disappointment, but when she saw him gripping his tool at its base she brightened up again, leaning her head against the table and arching her back.
"Ooh, yes, fuck me," she breathed, one paw tangled helplessly in Max's hair. Coyotek needed no instructions, but was merely taking a moment to enjoy the view. The female was sprawled across the table, legs spread apart, heavy chest heaving, her body all curves and soft, inviting angles. Smiling to himself in satisfaction, Coyotek stepped forward, placing one paw on Sasha's inner thigh, and with the other paw he rubbed the head of his cock against her slit. He sucked in his breath quickly; she was even hotter than a moment before, her cushy outer lips spread apart by themselves, her cunt pulling at him as he came close. Sighing warmly, he pressed the fat head of his dick against her and pushed slowly inside.
The female shuddered beneath him, and the coyote had to hold still a moment to adjust himself for the best angle of entrance. He finally got into a comfortable position by leaning somewhat over her, and, to the sounds of Sasha's throaty murmuring, he began sliding his tool in and out of her dripping snatch. The feeling was wonderful; she was so hot it was like an oven, with smooth, silky walls gripping his member, fluttering and pulsing against him. As he fucked her, the walls tighened around him, squeezing him, until the only reason he could move at all was the slick lubrication now flowing freely from the femme's insides. Leaning over a little farther, he let his head hang limp, panting as he ravaged her.
As the timbre of the badger's moans changed, Max detached himself from the spongy globes which had kept him busy for so long. Reaching a paw between his legs, he found that his malehood had extended to its full length, and he wasn't about to waste it. There was something he wanted from the female, and now he was sure he could get it.
Putting his right foot near Sasha's head, his left knee on the table by her shoulder, Max leaned forward with his dick in his paw, offering it to the badger. To his delight, she took it, lifting her head and shoulders several inches so that she could take his cock into her warm mouth, wet lips closing around his simmering shaft. The tiger tensed as she began to suck him off, her head bobbing along the first several inches of his shaft, though it was hidden from view by the mass of hair she had let down; he hadn't seen her let her ponytail free before, but she was much hotter now that she had. Finally inside the femme after many weeks of trying, Max rocked his hips back and forth, giving her a little more penetration than she had expected with the blowjob. Rather than complain, Sasha just moaned around the thick meat and sped up, fucking the tiger with an expertise he could appreciate.
Sasha groaned and bucked her hips in pleasure, clamping her muscles tight around both dicks penetrating her. She had never been assailed by two furres at once, and she was enjoying it tremendously. The coyote's thick tool rammed into her over and over, his hips slamming against her body with great force, sending jolts of electricity through her loins. Her loins, now that I mention it, were on fire like they had seldom been before, and she felt that if the male were to remove his member, even for a moment, or even stop fucking her, she would burn up with the heat of her need. She didn't just want to be fucked, she needed to be fucked, and fucked hard.
The cock in her mouth was having an exacerbating effect, wildly turning up the heat inside her. Honestly, she hadn't really intended to play with Max; he was ok, but she never screwed around with someone she worked with, it was just a personal rule. But once Coyotek started humping her, and the tiger's meat appeared in front of her eyes like some pagan idol, she just had to shove it into her maw and suck on it. That was the best way to describe what she was doing, actually; just bobbing her head along the shaft and sucking hard at it, fucking him with her lips, her tongue lolling out one side of her mouth. Max panted and rolled his hips in rythym, trying to match hers, and the taste of the tiger sausage drove her crazy, melting away any intelligent thought she had left.
Max's breathing started to speed up, and it suddenly occurred to him that this wasn't how he wanted to finish. Sasha was hot, but he could see her every day; how often did he visit Poland? Therefore, he pulled away from the badger, mildly amused by her reaction: as soon as he had pulled his smoking dick from her mouth, she forgot him entirely, turning away to concentrate on the male hunched over her instead. With a shrug, he hopped off the table and pressed himself against Coyotek's back, putting his arms around the male, his paws rubbing at the taller furre's inner thighs. It wasn't easy, since Coyotek wasn't holding still, but Max rubbed and petted the coyote's thighs and stomach for a few moments, his paws drinking in the smooth fur and muscular flesh.
After a moment Max gripped his friend by the base of the tail, pulling at it hard; when this failed to get his attention, Max extended his claws and dug them sharply into the coyote's rump. Coyotek yelped and stopped what he was doing, but when he started to turn around, doubtlessly to demand to know why he'd been clawed, Max put his free paw on the coyote's back and pushed him firmly forward.
Realizing what was coming, Coyotek bent down at the waist, so that he was almost laying on top of Sasha, the tiger pressed against his ass. He felt a pair of paws squeeze his buttcheeks admiringly, then clamp down a little and pry them apart. Eyes closed, Coyotek reached behind him and groped around until he found what he was looking for, taking Max's tool in his paw. Panting hotly, he blindly aimed the tiger's member, holding it straight out, until he felt it press against the tight muscles of his tailhole. Placing both elbows on the table for support, he grimaced as his friend pushed his meat into him, splitting him open for the first time. (Well, not the first time ever, but certainly the first time with Max.)
It would be extremely difficult for the coyote to describe the sensations assailing him at that moment, but fortunately, we can simply observe the three furres and thereby get an excellent idea of what they were feeling. The badger was propped up on her elbows, legs lifted high into the air, tongue lolling from the side of her mouth. Her heavy claws were tweaking hard at her erect nipples, turning them almost red, and her body shivered and rolled with the rhythm of sex, breasts heaving as she gulped in air. The feeling of the canine's tool inside of her was eating her up, the rock-hard cock ravaging her insides. With every breath she could feel her pussy clench around Coyotek's dick, and every time he slammed into her, she could feel her clit becoming even more excruciatingly erect.
On the opposite side, hidden from her view, Max stood with legs splayed, his paws gripping the other male's lean hips, his own hips bucking hard, forcing his meat into the coyote's backside. His friend's inner muscles squeezed him painfully, crushing his member from every side like a slick iron hand. Max's teeth were clenched and he breathed loudly through them, grunting with the exertion of each thrust, his powerful tool barely able to fit inside the male's body. His balls had tightened to a small clenched bundle of muscle hanging underneath him, fighting to keep control of themselves, and Max was forced to think about sports and work (all that boring paperwork he had to do when he got back!) to keep from cumming.
In the middle of this sloppy sex sandwich, naturally, was where it was the hottest, and where it was the most difficult on the furre engaged there. With his dick buried inside Sasha's moist snatch, and Max's dick buried tightly underneath his tail, Coyotek was finding it hard to concentrate, or even think vaguely about where he was or what he was doing. He was aware of a wonderful feeling of tight hot wetness clutching his cock, and he could feel what may have been a heavy pipe filling him up from behind, but at the moment, he couldn't have named the furres he was involved with, or possibly even his own name. His paws were pressed against the desk to hold himself up, and his hips were automatically thrusting over and over towards the female underneath him, but he wasn't conscious of actually telling his body to do anything: it just seemed to be acting on its own with no input from him whatsoever.
It may be of interest to know that, while the door to the room was locked, there was a narrow window on one side, and though the blinds were down, the furres had forgotten to close them all the way. Consequently, a small crowd had gathered outside the door, and many otherwise respectable businesspeople were getting their kicks by peeping in on this impromptu sex show. It may also be said that many of the viewers hooked up, either during the show or immediately afterward, and thus most of the meeting rooms, offices, and restrooms were, within an hour, filled with hot, naked furres humping all over the place, though naturally this was not spoken of outside the rooms where it took place.
But of course, the furres inside the meeting room weren't aware of all this, and frankly, they wouldn't have given a damn even if they were. Three bodies bucked and jumped and grunted and heaved, and it was only due to a tremendous feat of engineering that the table wasn't wobbling terribly as they went about their filthy, filthy business. Three voices mingled their cries and their gasps, two burning cocks pounded their respective holes, and three maws drooled helplessly as their owners engaged in hilarious degeneracy.
Without any appreciable warning, a shiver ran through Coyotek, causing him to shudder visibly, and his dick swelled up until he thought it would burst. Then, like that a valve had been released, his balls tightened up and he exploded, unleashing a torrent of cum into the deepest part of the badger's hot snatch. The coyote howled with triumph and Sasha howled with lust, and as the super-sensitive prick continued to pound her, a mixture of juices sloshed out onto the table in a disgusting mess. He felt the female beneath him bucking and jittering with her own mild climax, though as he pumped more and more sticky fluid into her, her moans got deeper and breathier. As his orgasm subsided, he collapsed on top of the femme, his teeth gritted hard.
Now that he wasn't moving around any more, Coyotek felt the tiger speed up, his claws digging painfully into the European's sides. The massive tiger-cock felt like a hot piston, thick and powerful, ramming into him over and over, faster and faster. There was nothing but the sensation of pain and wild, uncontrolled lust, and the awareness that he wouldn't be able to walk straight for a few hours afterward. As he felt Max approach his finale, Sasha began spitting dirty words into his ear, and everything went blank just for a moment.
When the world returned a half second later, Coyotek heard his friend gasping loudly and felt the thick, hot tiger love flooding his insides. His whole body tighened up as the prick inside him flared and jerked, as and Max's spasms subsided, the coyote's muscles finally started to relax, the heat of the moment no longer driving him to such tension. As the concrete tool in his tailhole softened and eventually pulled out, Coyotek rolled off the female onto his back, tongue lolling from his mouth. Max collapsed beside him, an exhausted look on his face, and the three lay for several minutes cooling down.
Finally, Max rolled over on his side so he could face Coyotek, and on the other side, Sasha did the same. Grinning a strange grin, the tiger nipped playfully at the other two, and Sasha chimed in, "I guess the meeting was a success."
Coyotek just nodded, chuckling warmly. If only all meetings could be like this! As the assorted voyeurs began to break up and drift apart, the tiger's voice drifed quietly out of the room: "You know what's a weird name? Zybygniew."