“Oh yes. Oh yes! OH YES!” Lila screams as Lance climaxes in her; causing her own orgasms to rocket through her. Every thrust then pull caused Lila to gasp as the spines on Lance’s feline penis digging in and stimulate her vaginal muscles. Both drinking in each other’s arousal; they tried to head to the bedroom when Lance arrived home with lunch. Yet with Lila already wanting to go straight to dessert; she never gave Lance a chance to place the food on the kitchen table as they entered.
She started tearing his clothes off as her own garments were quickly removed; assuming her were-tigress fursona, she began grinding her crotch on Lance’s still human rod. Needing no encouragement; Lance quickly lets his fur out as he goes into is fursona. A grey furred were-panther, growling as Lila quickly has him on the ground; riding his rod like carnival ride. Lance eyeing the lustful were-tigress on top of him he runs his paws all over Lila’s body; cupping and rubbing her furred double D breasts, tickling her nipples as they stiffen in the cool air.
With Lila still on top she leans forward; her muzzle touching Lance’s. Lila give Lance a passionate kiss; Lance reciprocating as his member deflates, slowly retreating from Lila and retreating back to his sheath.
“You want some lunch now,” Lance purring; embracing the horny were-tigress as she half climbs, half falls off of him. “Or do you want a second helping of dessert.”
“I could eat,” Lila still enjoying her afterglow; “but I want to ask you something.”
“What is it,” Lance getting the Korean BBQ takeout that surprisingly survived Lila’s sudden pounce on him.
“It’s a two part question,” Lila taking a paw and cupping Lance’s balls, slowly stimulating him again; “When are we going to start living together?” Lila grabbing some of the BBQ beef and dropping in on Lance’s crotch, smearing the sauce on his erect member; climbing on him, Lila starts eating the beef and sucking the sauce. “And my second question,” Lila pausing as she gives Lance a blow job; “When do you want to meet my brother and his family?”
Lance just moans; unable to answer either question as he feels Lila’s tongue all over his shaft; tickling the tip as he feels his balls tightening and churning. Pressure building as Lila starts sucking the head as Lance’s grimaces and yowls; his load spilling in the were-tigresses mouth as she eagerly drinks every drop. Panting, as he comes down from the orgasm, Lila gave him. “Tonight to both,” Lance whimpers; gasping as he watches Lila climb on him again. Dry humping; all Lance can do is watch as Lila purrs, nibbling on more of the BBQ beef.
“Your insatiable woman,” Lance enjoying the rutting; “But don’t you have budget reports to review and revise?”
“mhhhh, that can wait;” Lila sighs, “you got a spare key to give me?”
*****
Benton in his private study at home was both elated and furious; while he did manage to get a hold of most of the former executive managers; Cancelling a few of the sales that were about to proceed to Crawford. A few, feeling belligerent; felt giving Benton a dose of his own bully tactics. The last ousted manager that Benton just contacted had a few choice words for him.
“I could care less of your first right of refusal clause. You know why Benton? I tried selling the stock to you months ago. But you ignored my emails. So go ahead, sic your lawyers. I have all the proof I need to state in a court that you chose not to exercise that right when you first had the chance; so up yours you jack-ass.”
Benton slamming the phone down, quickly checks his emails; he is further enraged when he sees the emails from several former execs that he ignored offering to sell to him months ago. The same few that told him off and slammed their phones on him. While Crawford managed to secure some voting stock; it was so far not enough to leverage a seat on the board, but enough for him to have a bigger say in the yearly shareholder’s meeting. All that remained for Benton was to contact Far Houjin; a man that Benton couldn’t oust fully from Wáng Technological Consortium, due to several laws in mainland China. Laws that benefited and protected Chinese Nationals.
Calling the number he had of Far Houjin all Benton gets is a voice mail message in a language he couldn’t understand. Not sure if it was Mandarin or Cantonese, Benton leaves a brief and quick message.
“Far, It’s Benton Knight. If you are in contact with the Crawford’s regarding selling your voting stock; be advised I’m invoking my first right of refusal clause. I expect a prompt reply.”
Hanging up, Benton crafts an email containing the same message he just left on voice mail. Including a PDF copy of the clause in question, he hits send. Benton even copies the message to Kai Hǔ Wáng, the grandson. Unsure if he will one day take over the Consortium thanks to the Chinese communist party.
Getting up; Benton heads to Frieda’s room to quickly get an overnight bag ready for her stay at the hospital. Putting in what he thinks is a matching pair of shirt and pants; Benton had no ideal of a teenage girl’s taste in fashion. Grabbing a simple pair of white panties and matching bra; Benton also grabs his daughter’s were-birth control pills. Confident he got everything. Benton with bag in hand; heads back to his car to pick his daughter up from school.