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Working remotely hardly meant the ability to be absent from responsibility. The makeshift home office in Malcolm’s bedroom was suitable enough for him to perform the duties required in weekly meetings regarding various aspects of performance and future projects. On this particular morning, Malcolm had woken up particularly late after an extendedly active evening the previous night. Normally an infraction like sweatpants and a grubby t-shirt during a zoom meeting would be seen as inconsequential, but Malcolm had only gotten this job a couple weeks ago. Luckily he knew his boss on a more personal level and had hoped that such a relationship didn’t damage the appearance. 

“Now the requisite forms regarding your budget will be in on Tuesday of next week,” A voice spoke smoothly over the speakers, Malcolm nodding vehemently in front of the camera. “Wonderful to hear. Alyssa I believe you wanted to discuss something with, Malcolm as well.”

The focus of the conversation turned towards a lemur female in glasses who began reading off necessary upgrades that had to be researched and optioned for her department. Malcolm began taking notes when suddenly he felt a warm face resting atop of his sweat pants covered thighs, “Ugh, I hate that girl.” His head immediately tipped downwards to see Sherri comfortably resting against him. “She’s so annoying-“

He immediately took his attention from Sherri who seemed more comfortable against his loins than he was prepared for, up to the lemur girl who even through the zoom meeting was staring dead in his direction. “Am I boring you, Malcolm?” He quickly shook his head.

“No, no sorry about that, dropped something-“

“Good.” She took to listing off items of request various items she considered urgent for her department that Malcolm began to type down with the kind of attentiveness that could only come from a fresh hire. It was obvious from the droning nature of the woman that she and Malcolm were the only ones paying attention to what she had to say. Least of all paying her any heed was Sherri who Malcolm noticed was teasing her fingertips along the seam of his elastic sweatpants, tugging at them down his fur. Yet before he could chastise her he felt something surging through his body, an electric jolt of pleasure that was almost paralyzing while at the same time decisively wet. 

Sherri’s tongue had taken to his balls.

A long dragging swipe upwards with the spongey softness only her blue tongue could offer, slurping up between the seal of his plump husky orbs and teasing along the trail until she met the underside of his sheath. His hips pushed upwards as if trying to avert her languid licking tongue, but instead her lips smooched against his balls, the doggirl looking up in his direction with a sneer, “Let’s bail on this thing and go get some brunch instead..” She crooned sweetly just above a whisper, the softness of her breath tickling the fur on his balls that were now damp from her affections, “I’m thinking eggs benedict.. maybe waffles..?”

“Not now!” He hissed under his breath with his eyes glaring daggers down in Sherri’s direction, but that didn’t seem to stop her in the slightest. Her mouth kissing vigorously against his balls as his cock defied his desires for self-control. The crimson length rising with impunity as he gripped at his mouse with his clenching hand, clicking both buttons as his teeth seethed with strained pleasure coursing through his body. “Sh.. Sherri..”

“Malcolm?” A voice broke through the speakers louder than before, cutting out the wet slurping noises Sherri’s tongue was still happily making as his hardening erect cock shown itself on display for her to admire. “Did you have an opinion..?” The lemur’s voice spoke succinctly yet with a twinge of accusation as her eyes peered into the camera.

“Y.. Yeah,” Malcolm sputtered as he glanced up in her direction holding a semi-serious look on his face, eyes twitching as Sherri’s mouth began to encompass his cockmeat. Lips soft and tender smoothing along his length as her head pushed downwards, “We, uh, really don’t need a color printer for.. your department.” He felt his breathing deepen, lungs almost crushing as he tried to balance his pleasure with composure for his position. “I think a plain.. Brother Printer, Model.. BW 2600.. Should be fine..” He swallowed hard gripping at the armrests of his chair, “It.. It has wireless capabilities and a multi.. multi..” He breathed in and glanced downwards at Sherri with wrath in his eyes even as her head bobbed up and down on his shaft smearing saliva along his length. He was going to get her for this for sure and his eyes told her so, yet she didn’t seem to care in the least! “Multi.. Printing capabilities..” His hips pushed upwards and he sat up straight looking at the camera with the fur on the back of his neck standing on end. “And.. it can you know uh, the.. connect to employees.. Who are working remote and they.. they can print out.. stuff into the.. the office thing.. from abroad..” 

It was a shot in the dark that she was going on about printers but in his experience it was either printers or new computers and he simply thanked his lucky stars when she gave a snippy, “Oh.” As if she was irritated that he was paying attention all this time! “Well then..” She droned on while the thought occurred to him that he might simply be so good at his job that he didn’t need to pay attention to some snooty woman who worked in accounting, he could enjoy his blowjob without consequence.. He couldn’t help but feel proud of himself that in the midst of pleasure he still retained the smidge of foresight required to create a snapshot of his face and place it upon the visage in the meeting replacing his own. 

Her head rose and fell upon his length, endlessly twirling her tongue along the stem of his shaft, her ears folding back as her eyes focused upon him. The large male heaving and panting with his paws firmly pressed against the floor and his hands gripping at the sides of the armchair. Every fiber of his being now relaxed to encompass the pleasures of knowing her adoring tongue. The swelling crimson knot flaring against the sides of her lips as his body grew deeper with churning lust. His heavy balls shifting as his hips moved up and down, not yet forgotten by Sherri became cradled in her fingertips with her thumb rubbing along the same trail that her tongue once traversed. 

“Sherri..” Malcolm groaned now too entrenched with pleasure to make her stop, his body coiling with bliss as his back leaned into his chair. “You.. You can’t do this every time you.. you want to go out for lunch..” He huffed out, “You’re gonna get me in trouble one.. one of these days..” 

The lurid slurping sounds came to a finale, her tongue ceasing while a single hand stroked along his canine shaft, “Brunch,” Sherri corrected him almost vehemently as if such an error in his speech could create havoc and prevent her from the treasured mid-morning meal. “We’re going to brunch after this dumb meeting.” Her eyes looked up at him, tongue licking along her lips as if she were gleaming off the flavor of that hollandaise sauce already before lips kissed upon his cocktip. 

“Ohkay..” Malcolm grunted, shifting his hips while his cock throbbed and trembled with need, primed with desire for more of her affections. “We’ll do brunch.. just.. just don’t stop..” He groaned half in demand half pleading that melted into a delighted whine as her lips returned to their previous affections. His manhood once more glossed with ample saliva and warmth that squeezed upon him, his chest heaving in deep breaths as her lips pushed downwards onto his knot once more, sucking and pulling her head backwards like a painfully delightful suckstroke of his dicksicle. 

His body trembled, her hand caressing his balls and her lips endlessly bobbing upon his shaft, her other hand now squeezing upon his knot gripping at the bulbous engorgement of his doghood. She tempered her treatment of it, squeezing intermittently and releasing, he felt it as true as if she held his heart in her palms and the same way of which she squeezed his knot so too did his body cease in action for the briefest moment. The grasp of his knot prevented oxygen from reaching his lungs even though he drew the deepest of breaths and his body felt the charge building inside of him, the electrons and protons of pleasure that occupied opposite sides of his ballsack beginning to collide by her actions that revved through his body bringing pleasure and culmination to the base of his cockmeat. 

Orgasm surged through his body in a way that it felt like it was tearing through his muscles, his joints tightening and his ears folding back, his chest heaving as he let out a bellowing groan of pleasure. His jaw agape and his eyes watering as his hips pushed upwards offering the fruits of his release to Sherri’s awaiting greedy maw, his hand clenching at the back of her head with clawtips curling into her brunette tresses. “You.. naughty.. naughty girrrrrlll…” He snarled lustfully with drool spilling down his jawline as he gripped her spasming form, forcing her to take in every drop of his load she had so determinately milked from him! 

“Is there anything you’d like to add?”

A voice spoke up and brought Malcolm back to the world of the living, the husky quickly peeking his eyes open to see the cast of faces awaiting his response. Malcolm shifted himself with haste, his body adjusting upright as he wiped the sweat from his brow trying to recall something of importance from the the conversation that had been a blur amongst his ears. His words went without response, and then he noticed that the mute button was still safely turned on much to his relief. “Yes, I think this should be sufficient to go on,” He made quick typing keys upon the board as if he was analyzing some of his notes from the meeting and to cover up the cute little coughing sounds Sherri made underneath his desk. “I will send a revised budget by the start of next week.”

“Well, I think that about wraps everything up.” The soothing matronly voice spoke up over the now quieted conference meeting. Pictures and voices quickly disappeared from the interface and Malcolm was about to click out from the meeting, “And Malcolm.” The husky gulped down his throat noticing the elephant woman holding a coy smile in his direction, “Take my daughter some place nice for brunch, won’t you?”