Khan's Lip Service
by tannim
July 21, 2010

	"Mr. Khan, are you busy?" The elderly shrew secretary asked after knocking on the large doors to his office.  She didn't wait for an answer though, and simply pushed the doors open.  Being his secretary she knew he wasn't occupied. "I have some paperwork for you to fill out."

	Inside, she saw the large tiger pacing back and forth before his plants.  He was not in the best mood after the last shipment had been raided over Thembria.  Not knowing if it had been the air pirates or the government itself made for stressful planning for recovery.    The shrew smiled to herself as she strode up to him.  He was always so easy in such a mood and with her own mood, that was important.

	"Sir, Perhaps we should sit at our desk and do some work."  She simply grabbed him by his tie and tugged him along by it as she walked along the long room to the desk.

	"Now is Hardly the time, Mrs. Snarly" He growled.  "A valuable shi..." He stopped when her finger pressed to his mouth.

	"I know what happened, Khan, I gave you the report.  Now, are you going to unbutton my dress or am I going to have to do it myself?" She raised an eyebrow over her glasses and tilted her head back authoritatively.

	The tiger stopped resisting and took a deep breath to compose himself.  He hadn't been expecting her so soon before the meeting about the loss not quite an fifteen minutes away.  The strong old woman didn't seem about to take no for an answer though.  The paper she held was blank, of course.  She didn't even bother with any real pretext anymore.  His eyes ran over her grey hair in its cute bun her oversized glasses and the pink scarf around her neck.

	"I will do it... no need for you to get your hands dirty..." He said as if her clothing could be dirty.

	Khan slid his hands over her breasts, not bothering with the buttons on her conservative business dress.  She gripped his wrists and pulled them slightly lower to her special twin buttons.  Her chest had sagged some with age, though her bra kept that in check mostly, but she enjoyed positioning him manually anyway.  He may have been her boss, but she was in charge when they were alone together.

	Mrs. Snarly leaned back and let go of his wrists.  She loved feeling a man's hands squeezing her nipples, even if it WAS through the fabric of her dress.  While he worked she stroked the white ridge of fur on his cheek and rubbed over his ears.  He was cute when he wasn't in charge, she thought again.  A quick tap to his nose and she let him know he could move on.

	Khan narrowed his eyes, then drew his hands away from her chest to finally unbutton her dress.  He felt himself stiffening in his pants, but knew better than to bother with that for the time being.  His eyes were focused on her exposed  belly as the dress came open.  Her scarf held the top of her dress closed to hide all but the bottom of her bra, but her soft pudgy belly with it's light fur and soft wrinkles was enjoyable anyway.  He smiled at the thin brownish fabric exposed when he got to her hips.

	Mrs. Snarly had a thing for pantyhose and he was finding, he did too.  The soft fabric made the fur lay down in exotic patterns along her legs and hips... and more intimate places.  The large tiger had to crouch to do the lower buttons and she looked down at him with a fire in her eyes.  When he tried to stand up he was stopped by her hands on his shoulders.

	"Give me a kiss, Mr. Khan.  Mmm... and a nice long nuzzle." She glanced meaningfully at the pantyhose with the dark thong like middle that did nothing to hide her aged vulva and soft wrinkled inner lips protruding out.

	Her employer smirked and pressed his blunt muzzle to the old woman's pubic mound nose first.  She grunted at the touch and her hands gripped his shoulders more firmly when he rubbed his face up to the top edge of the pantyhose then back down.  His nose ground against the shrew's clit and lips before it slipped off between her legs.

	Mrs. Snarly shivered and spread her legs a bit wider.  The man certainly knew how to please a woman.  She watched him drag his face to the left to grind his cheek into her soft cunt and smiled down at him with more heat.  When he rubbed back the other way he paused to kiss her directly on the protruding lips bunched up at the base of the pantyhose crotch.  The soft grunt that escaped her from that hot kiss made his ears flush.

	Khan was happier when he made her happier, as when he didn't she could make his job very difficult.  He'd learned that after a few attempts to refuse her advances.  The tiger kissed again, over her clit, then nuzzled his right cheek against her sex.  She may be old, he knew, but she was a commanding and dominantly lustful woman.  One who already had his cock stiff and uncomfortably pent up in his pants.

	He felt the hands slip off him as she told him he could get up.  "Alight, that's enough.  Now, lets say we get down to business..."

	Mrs. Snarly tugged her scarf off and her dress fell to the floor.  She kicked it away near the biting plants and turned away from her tiger.  It took Khan only a few moments to realize what she wanted and he hurried over to unbutton her bra.  His thick fingers took some time to work on the thick strap and he was about to get it when she suddenly turned around and pressed her muzzle to his in a kiss.

	"You do have nice hands, Khan, but I think they should be put to some other use first." She looked up at him, enjoying the look of confusion in his eyes from her shift in mood.

	"And you have a very nice body, Mrs. Snarly." He glanced at the clock, ten minutes before the meeting.

	The elderly shrew pushed her boss around his desk until he stumbled back and sat on his broad chair.  She casually sat on his leg and ran a hand along his neck and muzzle before pushing her chest forward a bit for him.  They were modest mounds, smaller still from her age, but she enjoyed them.  Khan enjoyed them too, but usually when he had more time.

	Mr. Khan slipped an arm around her back and squeezed her right breast while his left hand stroked over her left thigh.  The pantyhose felt good against as did the texture of her soft fur covered flesh under it.  Her breasts bounced when he cupped each in turn and let go.  One thick finger slid under the cup on the side and she took a deep breath at his pad stroking under her breast along the base.  That rarely touched area was sweat and sensitive and always ready for attention.

	Mrs. Snarly rubbed along the tiger's broad chest and under his tie appreciatively while he fondled her.  Her hands  unbuttoned the undershirt he wore under his jacket, just two buttons, and slid in to rub his pecs and nipples.  She loved how embarrassed men could be when a woman rubbed their chest.  The blush on Khan's ears moved down to his cheeks and gave a cute pink flush to the white ridge of fur there.

	Khan felt her fondling him more than he was stroking her.  He let it happen, it felt nice despite how awkward for him it was.  His hand traced along to her knee and back up to her hips. Deciding he could be a bit more bold he ran his fingers along her pubic mound and down to stroke her moist pussy making the pantyhose wet.  He carefully squeezed at her protruding formerly inner lips and tugged on them through the fabric.  The pantyhose stretched and her feminine labia stretched with it.  She leaned in and pushed a kiss on him again.

	"Mmm... Good kitty.  I like those being played with... just like that."  Mrs. Snarly tweaked a nipple and stiffened at a sudden ring of the telephone.  Before the tiger could free his hands she had the phone in hand, growling at him. "Don't you DARE stop doing that!  Hello?  Oh, hello, I'm sorry the boss isn't in right now, I'm currently in charge.  Yes, I can speak to the CEO of Miniversal in his place."

	Khan looked surprised at her tone as well as her answering the phone.  He wasn't used to her taking over his job!  She pulled her hand away from his chest and slapped his paw away from her breast before pointing to her cunt.  Her other hand held the phone in position while she listened.  The boss, he supposed he was still her boss, stroked her pussy through the soft fabric of the panty hose.

	He enjoyed the way her cunt lips stretched as he pulled them.  The looked so exotic, almost like soft reddish gum.  He ran his fingers along the hem as the fabric was getting in the way and then glanced at the clock again.  Six minutes, he was going to be late!  He had just pushed his fingers down the pantyhose when a knock rattled against the door.

	"Mr. Khan? Are you in?  The warehouse inspector for district 3A has the urgent inventory numbers for you."

	Mrs. Snarly stood up, quickly, never stopping her talk on the phone, then pointed under the desk. "Please hold on a moment, sir have to write something down." She pushed the HOLD button and grabbed Khan's suit coat.  "You, under the desk.  Be quiet and... mmm... keep playing with my pussy.  Tug it, kiss it, lick it... " She said as she pushed him under the desk despite his grunts of protest.  She had just got the jacket on, hurriedly buttoned up, and her ass in his seat when the door opened. "Yes?" She said as calmly as she could with her arms on the desk, to hold the wide top close as much as for the look of it.

	One of her undersecretaries, a nervous young ram who wasn't showing much promise, ushered in the portly rabbit with his clip board.  Under the desk Mr. Khan had the light of the sun shining into his office through the big wall size windows to illuminate Mrs. Snarly's lovely old legs.  He heard the rabbit ask where he was as well as Mrs. Snarly's assurance that he was currently occupied on a private mission.  The tiger smirked at that, private indeed.

	His eyes roamed her legs from feet up to knees and crotch.  Every bit of them was sealed in the panty hose.  He reached up to the hem and narrowly managed to dodge a kick when he tried to pull them down.  The material covered too much of her to pull down.  After a moment, he decided to do it the fun way.  If she wanted to make him, well, he could buy her a new pair he decided.

	Khan unsheathed his claws and carefully tore at the fabric.  It resisted surprisingly well at first but a second hand working it sound made an decent, an audible, rip.  He froze, the conversation above froze too for a moment, then Mrs. Snarly continued as though nothing had happened.

	She held up a finger to the rabbit. "Sorry, I forgot, I have somebody on hold, please hold on." She prodded Mr. Khan with her foot as he quickly widened the hole in her panty hose.  "He does have such an odd sounding  phone beep...Hello... Sorry about that, Mr. Sultan."

	The tiger under the desk growled and leaned in to stroke his nose over her nether lips.   He should be dealing with the Mr. Sultan issue.  She knew it and was teasing him again.  Khan looked at her labia and pulled them into his mouth.  If she wanted to play, he would too.

	Her boss pulled back with her vaginal flaps pinched between his lips, seeing how far back they'd go.  She'd teased him with them several times in the past, but had never given him such freedom  to play with her there.  His eyes widened as they kept stretching further and further.  The woman's voice stuttered a moment, at the increasing tension in her groin, making Khan smile around her sex.

	Mrs. Snarly coughed and tried to keep her cool, not only from the CEO on the phone but also the rabbit and secretary waiting to finish their report.  Their eyes roamed over her, not entirely sure what was going on or why she seemed so tense.  She managed to get her voice under control as she assured Mr. Sultan that the race between their new prototypes could indeed take place given certain agreements.

	Her hips scooted around the chair, back rather than forward, trying to feel her long thin pussy flesh pulled as far out of her as it could be.  The shrew loved that tension.  She loved knowing who was doing it too.   Having her employer tugging her cunt meat while she did his job made her hotter than doing it herself.  Hotter still having to hide it.

	Mr. Khan's nostrils flared at the sudden intense arousal from his old secretary.  He watched her sex flush fuller in color and swell slightly.  The cleft grew more moist as the woman's cunt tried to entice him in.  The lips in his mouth were still somewhat dry with their tips six inches from her groin.  They were taut, but Khan found they stretched a bit further.  As they stretched her pussy flesh on her groin pulled away from her body too, making her sex longer still.

	At about eight inches though, her lips stopped stretching, at nine her pussy stopped too and she let out a grunt of discomfort.  He'd found her limit.  Mr. Khan stared down the shrew's lips, amazed and delighted at their length.   His fingers ran along them, feeling the tight flesh, so firm and smooth.  They wrinkled up like a normal woman's lips when he leaned forward again and he squeezed around them to feel them retract almost like like stretched gum.

	Khan considered that thought, then leaned all the way to her hips and sealed his broad blunt muzzle around her vulva and drug his lips along it.  When they sealed around her wrinkled retracted inner labia again he pinched them together around their base.  The tiger gently chewed on her fleshy nether lips and loved the violent kick of both her legs to either side of him.

	Mrs. Snarly nearly melted in her chair at the soft chewing.  The stretching had been wonderful, but the man had found a sweet spot.  There was a little pain as he ground her stretchy nearly rubbery pussy flesh between his teeth, but he did it so slowly that he didn't hurt them.  She closed her legs around his face, ignoring the looks from the rather impatient rabbit seeing her strange squirming.  The shrew let out an Ohhh into the phone and immediately sat up straight.

	"Sorry, Mr. Sultan, leg cramp is getting me from...Unnng... sitting in this damn chair too long doing my bosses..." She took a deep breath at Khan dragging his tongue over her lips in his mouth as he chewed on them like gum. "Work!"  She giggled suddenly, the tiger slipping a finger into her sex. Her foot slipped down to rub over his side and down him until she bumped into his hand rubbing his cock through his pants.  She slapped his hand away and pressed her foot to it, for one brief moment.  "Alright, sir, yes, you keep your cameras fifty yards from the field and we will keep ours that far away as well." 

	Mrs. Snarly set the phone down, panting lightly.  Her foot under the desk had found his free hand and insistently pressed to it to keep her employer from touching himself again.  If anybody was going to rub that, it would be her, and she didn't want to.  With a glance at the clock she saw he was already a minute late for his own meeting and with his muzzle buried between her softly sagging thighs he had no idea how much time he did or didn't have left.

	She looked to the rabbit, who had his arms crossed impatiently and the secretary next to him. "Well? Get on with iITTT."

	Khan pressed his muzzle firmly to her sex, still carefully chewing her lips, and drug his tongue over her clit.  He pulled back again while she squirmed at that playful pleasure and watched her pussy juice run down her slightly lower stretched lips.  The shrew may have been old, but her cunt still leaked just as it had in her thirties.

	He stopped chewing and held both lips in his hands before blowing over them.  The exotic sight of his secretary's honey spread out and back up her stretching labia made his cock throb in his pants harder.  His shaft ached from lack of attention but she didn't let him take it out.  He enjoyed the game too much to do it anyway.

	Mr. Khan heard the rabbit droning on about numbers and was glad he wasn't sitting in for once.  He loved seeing her thighs quivering around him while he teased and touched her.  The wrinkled flesh under her soft fur gave it very attractive patterns as they twitched.

	Each lip wrinkled when he let go of them as they retracted back to her wet cleft.  Her arousal made them fuller than they had been when he'd started, but taking hold of them again and tugging them back down was just as easy.  He slipped a finger between the soft womanly flaps to keep them just separated, then pinched the end tips together with the other hand.

	Mrs. Snarly let out a loud grunt before she could control it, a second followed.  The suit jacket parted just a bit to show her bare bra strap but she leaned forward just in time as the rabbit looked up from his paper and his monotone recital.  She tried to ignore it, to focus on Sher Khan and the wonderfully exotic stimulation of his finger sliding up and down between her tightly tugged, stretched, and pinched together inner labia.

	Her hips rolled back and forth making her look anxious and bored in the big seat.  She told him to go on, he took it to mean make it more interesting, which he didn't manage.  Even if he had the shrew didn't even notice.  Khan's whole hand had squeezed around her well lubricated well stretched cunt flesh and he was stroking it as though her pussy lips were a narrow cock.

	The tiger had kept his finger between her labia as he pumped his hand along her sex.  Her boss made sure his thumb bumped against her clit every few strokes to keep her hot and bothered as well as to make it hard for her to concentrate on doing his job.  Having somebody else there, watching, waiting, enhanced their game to new heights.  They hadn't had an audience there before.

	Khan had forgotten about his meeting, for once, as he jerked her womanhood off like he would himself.  The slick pussy juice kept sliding down the taut lips while he slid his hand along them for much needed slippage.  He let up on the tension with the light pinching of her lips and the stroking hand took on a whole knew sensation and texture for her.  Both labia wrinkled as they pulled up closer to her groin and dramatically increased the friction of his pumping hand.

	Her soft flesh squished and shifted far more to give a more random feeling to each stroke.  For Khan, it meant he could enjoy watching her engorged cunt lips jiggle from her groin to his hand over and over again.  Pulling them tight on the way down, letting them loose on the way up.  Her cunt pulsed and clenched as though desperate for something inside it.  He'd have loved to give it something, but she hadn't let him out yet.

	Mrs Snarly's clit pulsed and throbbed more each time he bumped it.  She was anxious for the rabbit to leave, so she could finally let go.  Holding her composure was too hard.  Her wrinkled face was wet with sweat all the way to her sagging cheeks.  She felt a bead of it slide down her beasts and ass crack.  Oh she wanted to cum, but not with somebody there.  Stiffling the pleasure wasn't nearly as fun.  The tiger was playing with her far too well for her to not reward him with a show!

	The shrew clapped her hands.  "Enough! Leave the list on my desk!"  She panted hard, trying to sound calm though she wasn't.  She'd also forgotten to put Mr. Sultan on Hold and finish up.  The old woman leaned over the desk, stopping just before she exposed herself, then sat back down. "I'll read the rest on my own..." She took a deep breath, then another, a soft moan escaping with it.  "That will be all, for both of you." Her hand darted to the phone and paused as the two retreated.  Instead her hand slipped below the desk, the phone forgotten, so she could grip Khan's ears. "Ohh... you dirty tiger! What are you unnng.... doing..."

	Her boss smirked to himself and playfully held her narrow womanly flaps stretched as far apart as he could.  With each lip spread away from the other, he could move his muzzle in and drag his wide rough tongue over her sensitive cunt meat with ease.  He held them each tight while he licked, first left, then right, making sure to drag his broad tongue into the cleft in the middle before moving on to the next lip.  After a few strokes to the tip of her lips and back he drug his softer nose along the length of her labia.

	Mrs. Snarly's legs clenched shook as he pleasured her.  His attentions were very effective in distracting her.  She stuttered on the phone as she tried to concentrate on the conversation again.  Mr. Sultan on the other end asked what was going on, but she ignored it and brought the race up again.  She was about to tell him good bye when her tiger pulled both her lips into his mouth again and once more chewed on them like gum.

	Her mumbled incoherence made Mr. Khan nod to himself and confused the man on the other end of the phone.  He chewed and tugged an her cunt meat while his lips steadily, his hands straying to his own needy and unattended cock and the spot at the tip of the bulge in his pants.  With a soft grunt of sexual frustration he pulled it away and focused on her again.

	She was a mess on the phone.  Unable to really think as she spoke and barely thinking clearly enough to say goodbye, she finally hung up and gripped the desk.  Her wrinkled old body couldn't hold still while Mr. Khan tugged her sex down and rubbed his nose back and forth over her clit.  Mrs. Snarly tried to say something to him but her orgasm hitting drowned out any thoughts she may have had.

	The tiger let her labia slip out of his mouth in order to squeeze them, one in each hand and seal his broad muzzle to her moist crevice between them.  He pushed his tongue in and grunted in enjoyment at her inner walls clenching around it.  Her hips bucked wildly into his face while her lips in his hands tried to retract to her groin.  The soft tugging while he tugged back was an exotic joy he wished to explore more in the future.

	His secretary felt the blissful sexual contractions run throughout her body and didn't try to resist them.  Her hands managed to release the desk and slip under to grab his ears roughly.  The rounded lugs made perfect handles as she had found in the past while he ate her out.  Heavy breathing drowned out the grunt of minor discomfort from her grip digging her nails in until she finally calmed down enough.

	Mrs. Snarly scooted the chair back when her body was under her control more.  She felt weak all over, more than just age, but the post-orgasmic glow made her feel so good anyway.  Her foot lifted to his groin.  Her toes pressed to it.  Her employer looked up at her with a wince as she pushed his heavy chair back, with her in it, with that foot against his trapped needy erection.

	"I'm sorry, but you don't have time to let that out and play today...  You're late for your meeting, Mr. Khan." The elderly secretary tried to stand, but her legs shook and she fell back into the chair while he climbed out from under the desk.  She ran her fingers lovingly over his butt, squeezing it  and slipping a finger along his tail to the ring leading into his pants. "A pity we couldn't have more time.  Perhaps next time we can take care of that little problem."  Her eyes strayed down when he jumped away from her finger slipping into his pants to poke his ass. "And I'm afraid I'm going to have to bill Khan Industries for another pair of pantyhose.  This pair seems to have been ripped on the job."

	Mr. Khan panted himself.  He needed to calm down.  His face was covered in the old woman's cum.  His fur was ruffled all over, as was his suit, but the main thing was the painfully obvious bulge in his pants and the stain at the tip where his arousal had overflowed with pre.  She leaned back in his chair, reluctant to try getting up yet and he glanced at the clock, five minutes late was bad, six minutes was  inexcusable.

	"If you'll excuse me..." He struggled to keep his voice calm while digging in a drawer for a comb and wash cloth. "I need to get going."

	Mrs. Snarly picked up some papers and sat calmly, waiting, after Khan ran to the door.  He came back, just twenty seconds later and held out his hand.  She calmly stood up, removed his suit coat and gave it back to him.  While he put it on she reached up to rub his broad chest again before the coat got in the way.  His undershirt was plenty thin enough to feel him through and she wasn't about to waste the chance.  The twitch to his lips, almost a frown, was worth it before he ran off again.

*****

	"... And either the Thembrians have stolen it, or the... yes, WHAT is it, Miss Harmon?" Khan asked calmly.

	"Oh, nothing... I seem to be seeing your point more than usual is all, Mr. Khan" She smiled, they ALL smiled.

	Khan glanced down to see his pants had been tugged a bit snug and Mrs. Snarly had unzipped him while she was groping his chest.  His rampant manhood jutted out of his underwear just enough to show off his tip through his pants.  The tiger closed his eyes a moment, then cleared his throat.

	"As I was saying, either the Thembrians have stolen the cargo or the air pirates.  I do not see the ..." He went on, without adjusting his pants.

	Mrs. Snarly did play such interesting games, he thought with amusement.  He enjoyed the old shrew's attentions and their sexual games, even if she did go too far occasionally.  The meeting continued, his staff getting an eyeful while his lack of obvious concern about it making them the embarrassed ones.

	It was relaxing to give up control, sometimes, but he would have to have a word with her about promoting a state of undress in the work place.
