dane lockhart and onyx wasson (onyxtanuki) created by moodyferret
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"Thanks for coming down to meet me, Mr. Lockhart," I began as the weasel stepped into my office. "Why don't you take a seat and we-"

"Let's just get this over with." I would have been quite offended by his tone if he wasn't already unlatching his belt. "We both know the real reason I've been sent here."

"Oh? So you didn't even want to let me go over some innuendo-laced discussion about the importance of this merger? Not even a pun or two about how hard the work is going to be?"

He let out a disgusted snort as he kicked his slacks off. "God, don't make me fucking gag. So, am I sucking you off first or you just gonna fuck me dry?"

"My my. You don't beat around the bush, do you Mr. Lockhart?" I was beginning to feel bad for the guy. It was clear he'd come to see sex as little more than a means to an end. His business wanted to sweeten the pot for this deal? Send one of their cutest guys for me to plow. "Commando, eh? Do they just not let you wear underwear or was that your choice?"

"They'd just get in the way." The weasel kicked his slacks away, baring himself from waist to calves, and sunk to his knees before me, feeling my erection through my pants with a few skilled strokes. "You still didn't answer my question, Mr. Wasson."

"Ya know, I think just having ya stroke me off for a bit should suffice. It's not too tough to get me dripping." I leaned back on the sofa cushion, legs splayed, watching the cutely-annoyed face of the handsome mustelid as he unzipped my fly and slid my cock through. For a spit second, his eyes widened. "Heheh. Don't tell me this is impressive to you? I know you work with a couple of horses, don't you?"

He reset his glare and cleared his throat. "I've taken bigger," he mumbled, flicking his thumb against my Prince Albert a few times. God dammit, he already knew where to tease me. I couldn't help grunting and letting a thick ribbon of precum sputter across his knuckles.

"Ngh! Damn... that's a good man, milk my fuckin' cock..." Holy fuck, how many handjobs had this guy given to get this good at it? He practically had me fucking his fist as he pumped up and down, fiddled with my foreskin, even gave the tip the occasional lick. "You tryin' to make me bust before I get to split that ass, Mr. Lockhart?"

"You're a regular Chatty Cathy, huh? I was hoping this would shut you up."

"Now, don't be rude," I cooed to him, running a thumb through his hair as he sucked on my tip again. "You can't tell me you don't enjoy this at least just a little? I mean, your cock's still soft..."

"So? Why do you even care? I'm down here jerking you off, getting you ready to fuck my ass. It doesn't matter if I'm getting my rocks off as long as you do, right?"

"That's a shame, man. They don't ever let you cum? Not even a reacharound?"

"I told you, it doesn't fucking matter." He rose to his feet just long enough to turn around and bend over my desk, presenting his pucker to me. "You gonna fuck me or what?"

"Yeah..." I followed him, slicking my fingers with a bit of spit before prying his butthole open with one. His ass had been well-trained; tight, but easily forgiving of invading digits. Within a minute, I had three digits in his depths up to my knuckles, with little more than a bit of squirming on his side of things. "When's the last time you really liked having sex? Are you straight? Maybe you're a top? Or maybe just got so used to guys using you as a fleshlight with a pulse instead of letting you get some pleasure out of it?"

"The fuck is this, Twenty Questions?"

"Heh. Let's try something different." I backed off, settling myself back onto the sofa. "I want you to ride my cock."

He gave me another snort, "Jesus, finally. Was it really that hard?" It took a bit of awkward clamoring to find a position that'd work for us, but he eventually got balanced with his arm slung behind my back and his heels perched on my knees. "Okay, let's just-" As I slid myself into his bowel, I could see the expression of annoyance shift into confusion. "Whoa, what the... nngghh!"

"What's wrong, Mr. Lockhart? Is your prostate that sensitive? Maybe if your workmates would play with it a little more-"

"Shut up..." Poor guy. He must've been so confused as he watched his dick swell and stiffen before him. "What the hell... mpphhh... oh fuck..."

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Y-yeah... shit, what the fuck are you even doing back there?" His hand rose from beside him to get a grip on his swelling member, but I was quick to slap it down.

"Nope. No touching yourself. You're not gonna need it."

"You said you wanted me to cum though..." he huffed, unable to keep his eyes off his swollen manhood as I made it drool from the pressure against his prostate. "How am I gonna-"

"You will, trust me. You're gonna cum hard."

"I... I..." I could see the doubt, but at the same time, he had to know I wasn't just shitting him. "God damn! What the fuck... f-fuck, oh fuck!" His heels slipped, but it was no consequence; my hands were firmly gripping his thighs, keeping him steady as my hips pounded away. "Holy fuck... this is fucking crazy..."

"I know. Bet your cock hasn't been this hard in a long time, has it?"

"God, just... oh God..."

His jaw fell open as he panted, his eyes locked to his dickhead. I could feel the sporadic clenching at the root of my cock. "Cum for me," I commanded before making one more deep lunge into his bowel.

"Haaah... haaahhh... oh shit... oh fuck, why... fuck!" He had such a cute expression. So bewildered, so absolutely awed that not only could he nut off without stimulating himself, but that it'd be with another man's dick still stirring his insides. "Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck! Uhn... uhn, god dammit..." A few thick jets spurted from his length staining his shirt and draping over my tail, and I let him sink down onto my shaft slowly until he could feel my balls against his taint. "Oh Jesus..." he groaned, leaning his head back against my shoulder as the spunk spat and sputtered from him, urged out by both the pulsing of my own dick and the feeling of my hands stroking his lean chest through his shirt.

"Fuck yeah... ngh, I'm there too..." I grunted, feeling his pucker clamp down instinctively around my root as my own payload gushed into his guts. "Atta boy... take my seed..." This is the part he was probably more used to, but not while he was in the midst of afterglow. All he could do was pant as I embraced him and fucked my cum deep into his rump, the mustelid marveling at how the renewed thrusting kept his dick from softening. "Mmmm, shit... Mr. Grey didn't give you enough credit. I almost regret not sucking your cock now, seeing what kind of load you're capable of." I eased myself out of him, and after a few seconds of my load oozing from that well-fucked hole, he tightened right back up, keeping most of my load inside him.

"The..." Even as he stumbled to my desk, catching himself on the edge, he struggled for words. "The fuck kind of negotiation is this anyway? You're not supposed to... make me..."

"I'm not? Heheh." Now it was my turn to get on my knees. "Okay, you wanna negotiate? Let's try this. For every load I milk out of you today, Mr. Grey's share of my company increases by... 2%?"

"Oh for fuck's... this isn't how it... fuckin'..." It was too late. I was already bobbing on his dick, spreading the remainder of that first load down his once-more stiff shaft with my lips, his fingers sliding through my hair as his hips rolled out of pure rutting reflex. "F-fine... it's a deal... just... fuuuuck... more of this, less pounding my ass, okay?"

Like hell was I gonna not fuck that amazing rump again. But if nothing else, he wouldn't be so reluctant to drop by for more negotiations next time around.

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