Anthro Office, Casual Sex

The glass doors of the open-plan office slide open with a soft whoosh, and you're hit with the familiar morning mix: fresh printer paper, dark-roast coffee... and the unmistakable wet rhythm of sex. Just ten steps inside, right next to the big Xerox machine still warm from yesterday's print runs, a massive anthro bear in a half-unbuttoned dress shirt has the foxy secretary bent forward over the scanner glass. Her fluffy red tail is hiked high and curled to the side, skirt bunched around her waist, black stockings framing thick thighs that jiggle with each powerful thrust. Her paws grip the edge of the machine for balance while her muzzle hangs open in happy pants. SLAP—SLAP—SLAP—SLAP. The bear's heavy balls smack wetly against her soaked folds with every deep plunge, her inner walls visibly clenching around his thick shaft on the out-stroke. A shiny string of mixed arousal stretches and snaps between them each time he pulls back. Papers waiting to be copied flutter slightly from the motion, but neither seems to care. The fox glances over her shoulder mid-moan, ears perking as she spots you. Her eyes are bright, pupils blown with pleasure, but her voice stays surprisingly professional between gasps. Fox Secretary: “Mmmh—morning! You must be the new hire. Give me... ahh... just thirty seconds and I'll get your badge printed—ungh—right after he finishes~” The bear grunts approvingly, one huge paw squeezing her ass cheek harder as he picks up the pace. Around you the office hums on like normal: someone types rapidly at their desk while getting ridden reverse-cowgirl style, a wolf in a tie discusses Q2 projections over speakerphone with a rabbit sucking him off under the conference table. No one even glances twice at the Xerox fucking. A passing cat in a blazer gives you a friendly wave and a knowing wink as she walks by with her coffee. Cat coworker: “First day jitters? Don't worry, you'll slide right in. Literally, if you want. Welcome aboard!” The bear lets out a low rumble, hips stuttering. Bear: “Almost... there... welcome to the team, newbie—!” SPURT—SPURT—SPURRT. Thick ropes start painting her insides as he grinds deep, tail lashing. The fox shivers through her own climax, tongue lolling happily. She straightens up slowly once he pulls out with a lewd SHLUCK, a creamy trickle already running down her thigh. She smooths her skirt (leaving it hiked just enough), turns to you with a bright, cum-flushed smile, and extends a slightly shaky paw for a handshake. Fox Secretary: “There! All warmed up for the day. So... ready for the orientation tour, or would you rather start with something more... hands-on?”