From the exhausted look in his eyes and the layers of cum caked on the tanuki's face, you figure the man he's sucking off must be the third or fourth he's taken already. You catch sight of his lips just as the man fucking his muzzle pulls out, and the raccoon dog simply gazes up at him, tongue hanging out, as the man strokes his load out onto his face. "Yeah, bitch, eat my cum. Let's see how much you want this job..."
"Why don't you have a turn at the slut's mouth?" he hear your colleague growl into your ear. Before you can protest, you're shoved into the circle of suits and have the fly of your pants yanked down by whoever's behind you right now. "Look, Onyx, it's the chief of security! Better get in his good graces too!"
You're about to protest, but the raccoon dog gazes up at you with those half-lidded eyes and slips a paw into your now-open slacks. Sure, the guy looks tired, but there's a lustful fire in his eyes as he draws your cock out from your pants and wraps his lips around it, the layers of cum from the other executives smeared onto your manhood by a slick, supple tongue. Gasping, you clench your eyes, trying to imagine your wife or your secretary on her knees before you, but the surrounding cheers keep reminding you of the current situation, and you look down as new hire bobs and slurps and gropes your sac. Fuck, you wish your wife was as hungry for your cock after a long day at work as this guy was right now! Your shaft rapidly hardens in his mouth, and your fingers comb into his hair, dictating a swift pace for him.
"Fuck yeah, he's getting into it!"
"Atta boy, fuck that slut's face!"
"Yer gonna swallow all our loads before the night's out, Onyx!"
Goaded on by the crowd, you gaze down as you buck your hips, and the tanuki's head moves counter, his tongue massaging your manhood vigorously. Shit, this is the best head you've ever had! Your fingers tighten in his hair, your nutsac tightening up. His eyes lock onto yours - those tired, hungry, desparate eyes - and you can't tear your gaze away from the sight of your cock pushing past his lips again and again. You grunt as you feel the cum surging up your manhood, and he pulls back at the last second, giving you the chance to grip yourself by the base and aim your hot wad right for his tongue. A few strands of semen still leap onto his face, clinging to the lenses of his glasses. You take them off for him, but his eyes don't leave yours until you see another man's dick slide into his snout from the side, signalling him to turn and face its owner as you get pulled back into the crowd to observe.
You find yourself lost in the orgy, idly stroking yourself, returning to fuck the guy's face another two times before you and the remainder of the crowd are sated. As the rest of the executives return to their cars and drive off, you see the faint hint of a smile on the cum-layered lips of the tanuki as the Aston Martin's headlights turn away from him, leaving him to clean up in the scant few hours until daylight. It'll be hard to face your wife, knowing just how much better this total stranger - a man, at that - is at sucking your cock than she is, but you have a feeling that if this guy is gonna work in this building, it won't be the last time you feel those worshipful lips on your dick.
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