{All characters depicted in this work of fiction are of legal age of consent.}

Luna sipped her merlot with excitement for what the evening would hold; the sexual elixir advising her as the alcohol warmed its way down to her belly.

“Panties off,” she decided quietly with a mischievous grin, and slid the lace-edged underwear down her long legs again.

Glancing at herself in the tall wardrobe mirror, she kind of liked how her nipples formed obvious bumps through the flimsy dress, barely hiding her arousal. Luckily time and gravity hadn’t done any damage, and her plump breasts still filled the front of her old dress rather nicely.

The slinky red article that clung to her slender body like a shimmering wet glove was an ancient relic from her clubbing days. Coincidentally, it was the same dress she’d seduced her husband in. That was over twenty years ago, however. And like all things, change happened.

Not too much for Luna’s body, thankfully. Two children later, the dress still fitted. Although it was a little smaller than she remembered. If anything it was just a little tight around the breasts and short at the skirt. But that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

The plunging neckline fell as far as her sternum, containing her breasts through sheer force of will. And the way the skirt cut upward into an upside-down V brought glaring attention to her complete lack of panties. Not to mention the hold ups of her work hose on full display around the mid-thigh added a whole level of ostentatious sluttiness that Luna was particularly proud of.

The middle-aged anthro jackal looked like she was about ready for a date. Which was not entirely out of place given her situation.

Just downstairs a handsome young IT engineer was fixing her computer. Three guesses as to what she was intending to do to him.

Luna had her eyes on young Vandal for months now. But then so did every lady who worked at the company, married, single, young, old and every other type in between. She didn’t know how long he’d actually worked for her, or how the hiring process of the cutie had slipped under her nose. But she remembered fondly when he first came to her attention. She’d called IT for a problem with the computer in her office. And while expecting with some dread for a visit from the glum, overweight troll who barely showed his face outside the server room unless he really had to; in walked a chipper, athletic and surprisingly well kempt twenty-something human with a motivated, beaming smile.

She was pretty sure there had been an audible ‘sploosh’ when he respectfully introduced himself, then had to crawl under her desk to check the wiring to her computer. Luna had almost lost the run of herself and trapped him down there between her legs.

Months later, her self-control finally cracked. 

Luna’s husband was on the other end of the globe on business… again. His company didn’t even have any holdings in Thailand, yet that’s where he kept flying to. If he wasn’t impaling that air-headed secretary of his again, he was no doubt balls-deep in an Asian hooker.

With a grimace that did nothing really for Luna’s appearance, she wondered how many times she was going to catch that useless man cheating on her before she dropped him entirely. His own business ventures had repeated delved into a plethora of failures worth recording in the annals of history, haemorrhaging Luna’s own entrepreneurial success. Honestly, the only thing stopping her from filing for divorce was the thought she might have to give him half of her stuff.

That was a problem for another day though. There and then, Luna was overworked, pent up and due a little fun. And with a smile replacing an ugly grimace, she realised the stars couldn’t have aligned more perfectly.

Her husband was away. Her youngest daughter had just moved out for college last week. She’d forgotten her favourite high heels at the office and had convinced Vandal to run them home for her. And to top it all off, her home computer was broken.

Anyone else would have been clawing her fur out with frustration. But now Luna had the perfect excuse to invite Vandal inside.

He was all hers.

Leaning towards the mirror she took one last gander, brushed a few errant tresses from her eyes and checked her mascara. The anthro jackal had long raven black hair down to her shoulders, with a perfectly horizontal fringe just above her brow. Her fur was dark like ebony wood, sleek and flat across her body and her red eyes had a predatory fierceness only emboldened by her long lashes.

The fact she had two children didn’t show in the least. She had always been slim and leggy. And with almost nightly gym visits she’d maintained that trim physique of a woman in her prime, built from the ground up for fucking.

Her home gym would gather dust tonight. But Luna was happy to be doing an entirely different, and significantly more fun physical exercise. Slipping her feet into the imperious high heels Vandal had brought home for her, she turned back to the mirror and admired the complete package. Her shoes were narrow stilettos, with a glossy black finish and deep red soles. They gave her about six inches of height, and definitely suited her bossy demeanour. Especially when she trotted into a meeting wearing a smart blouse and pencil skirt. Many an investor had become putty in her hands at the mere sound of her sharp footsteps approaching the conference room.

“What? This silly little thing?” she asked her reflection coyly running her hands down the dress to straighten out a few stray ruffles. “You like it? I do too. Yes, I know my heels really bring the whole thing together. It’s why they’re my favourite after all.”

With a giggle she turned around and stuck out her rear. Then watching her reflection, biting her bottom lip, she lifted her tail, the skirt riding up over the globes of her ass as it rose. “Rather sexy, wouldn’t you agree? Even on a lady my age.”

Giggling at herself, a mixture of arousal and alcohol warming her belly had her absolutely dripping with anticipation. It was time. 

With one departing sip of her half-finished merlot, Luna made her way downstairs, crossed the tiled foyer with the rap of her heels pealing off the cavernous walls and opened her home office door. It was the only space she shared with her husband these days. A pair of desks faced away from each other, a couple of potted ferns decorated the corners and a luxurious leather couch sat under the south-facing window. The room was the brightest in the house. Even now, a mid-summer evening with the curtains drawn open made the home office a bright, inviting place.

Perfect, she thought. Luna wasn’t one to fuck her men in dark rooms with drawn curtains. She preferred to see everything.

Looking Vandal up and down, she liked what she saw. Which was quite a compliment on its own, given humans had never typically been her type. Nothing personal, it was purely an aesthetic thing. But as time went on, fashion and modernity changed, and as the aesthetic of raw, old-fashioned masculinity became rarer and rarer, Luna often felt her eyes drawn in directions she thought they never usually would.

Vandal was neither a very big guy, nor was he particularly small. He was athletic, lean and clearly took well enough care of himself. An average sort of human, there was a coarse dark shadow of stubble on his jaw. Nothing overly patchy or messy, just a casual lack of grooming sort of stubble that suited him quite well. His dark brown eyes glistened behind a pair of smart glasses, and he had the visor of his cap drawn up high while he worked. Luna knew he usually took off his customary hat whenever he was indoors, except when his hair needed cutting and he was having a particularly bad case of bed-head that day.

His clothes were like him. None of the skinny jeans riding up above his ankles or subtly girly shirts. He wore plaid with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a plain pair of cargo pants and fitted him correctly.

He was presented as simple and pragmatic. And that suited Luna just right. She’d always had an eye for younger men, enjoying the sight of them, but little else beyond that. Lately however she noticed the young men she ran into at work were progressively more and more feminine and overly groomed. The joke in Luna’s youth was that a young woman like her would likely be ill-suited for a physical job because she would cry if she broke a nail.

Now and days that joke could be extended to ninety-percent of the men crossing her path.

Being a MILF with a toy-boy to sate her needs was never a fantasy Luna had given much thought other than a pondering giggle whenever she stumbled across a particularly yummy young man who looked like he could show her a good time. But at forty-five, finally considering she should make that fantasy a reality given her husband’s adulterous proclivities, Luna suddenly couldn’t find a young man who actually suited her taste.

Vandal was by no means perfect. He was a little on the skinny side. He wasn’t a chiselled supermodel either, with a bit of a rounded, boyish jaw. And while there was some athleticism to him, he wasn’t exactly a hard bodied hunk.

But sitting there on all fours, peering into the open case of her computer as if trying to figure something out, he was the most delicious sight Luna had seen in a long time. She wondered if his normal masculine aesthetic had anything to do with that, or was it the fact he was generally just an enthusiastically useful guy?

The big questions would have to go unanswered, because much to Luna’s surprise, while the human was a sight to behold, her office wasn’t. The computer was in bits, looking a bit like John Hurt’s chest cavity in that famous scene from ‘Alien.’ There were pieces Luna didn’t recognise scattered around where Vandal worked in what could be best described as organised chaos.

“Hi, Missus Luna,” he greeted without looking. “I think I found your problem.”

Luna chuckled. “I’d hope so. It looks like you’ve completely undressed my computer.” Seductively she set her hands on her shapely hips. “Would you like to work on me next?”

“Yeah, I had to make sure none of the extra cards and stuff weren’t causing hang-ups. I can’t even get a memory beep, so it looks like the problem is a broken motherboard. I could replace it, but given the computer’s age it may just be easier to replace the whole-… wait, what?”

Vandal stopped dead, realising what she’d said and jerked his gaze up to her eyes. He had been so caught up in his work that he had only been half listening. But now that he was looking, his mouth fell further agog as he took in her appearance.

Luna smiled back, raising her eyebrows suggestively. Even though he wasn’t saying anything, she took the rapid bulge forming on the front of his pants as high praise. The highest praise any woman Luna’s age could receive from a virile young man like this.

“You… uh… look nice,” he stammered, and Luna realised it really had been a while since she’d been showered in compliments like this. Her husband barely looked at her twice these days. And the men in her life, knowing she was married, did the same.

Vandal’s look lingered however, and his eyes on her body felt almost as good as she imagined his hands would feel.

“Well, are you just going to sit there gawking or are you going to come over here?” she asked with a teasing little grin.

His head bobbed as he seemed to gulp. “But… your husband…”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that unfaithful bastard.” Her expression dropped a little at the mention of that useless man. She could have done without reminding she was married to that loser, but couldn’t expect a good lad like Vandal to just jump in and fuck her without bringing up the fact she was indeed married. “What about you though? I hope you don’t have a girlfriend hidden away somewhere.”

He blinked as he rose to his feet, then shook his head.

“Good,” Luna cooed as she sauntered closer. She walked her fingers up his front, then tenderly stroked her hand along his smooth jaw. “That’s very good.”

She then breezed past, stepping over the mess of computer parts. Her plush tail, followed in her wake, brushing over his chest, and was followed by the haze of her perfume leaving Vandal light headed along with a cloud of pheromones making the bulge in his pants throb even harder. She felt his eyes slide down her back to the way the curvy heart-shaped profile of her ass was sheathed in her slinky dress. Luna made sure to wag her hips a little as she glanced over a bare shoulder, catching the way his gaze was angled significantly downward.

Turning on her heel, she elegantly sank into the couch keeping her knees pressed tight together.

“Now, I’ve reviewed some of your performance lately and I must say I’m not much amused,” Luna lied as her expression grew harder. She didn’t ‘need’ an excuse to impose her authority on him. But asserting her dominance on the younger, bright-eyed employee felt really good. If she were wearing panties, they’d be soaked through by now.

Lifting one leg so the ends of her mini-skirt rode up over her hips, she propped one heel up on the couch cushions, fully revealing her lack of underwear. One hand slid down her inner thigh and she teased the furry outer lips of her pussy, feeling the slippery dampness of her arousal beginning to leak onto her labia. One finger traced down the slit, easing gently into the folds to feel at the bead of moisture forming at her opening. She then then sensually she traced her way back up to the needy little bean just above.

“I understand you applied for a raise before, young man. And I’m happy to provide it. But only to my employees who take their role in the company serio-OHMYGOD!”

Luna had barely finished her slow and seductive sentence when Vandal lunged forward. In the blink of an eye he was on his knees, hands gripping her slim thighs firmly and his mouth pressed into her nether-lips for a deep, intimate French-kiss. Luna’s eyes flew open all the way and she gaped at the ceiling with a mixture of shock and intense excitement. All followed by an involuntary moan escaping her throat as his tongue made electric contact with her clit. His tongue pushed firmly and swirled consistently, licking and caressing her most intimate parts with unfettered enthusiasm.

The way his tongue pressed into her and his hands squeezed into the firm globes of her ass left her completely at his mercy. She’d wanted to lord over him, and yet while it was his mouth pleasuring her, he felt very much like the one in control.

Not that Luna minded all that much. With a wide, soppy grin on her muzzle, she crossed her eyes as one hand reached back to grasp at the couch backrest, the other knocked his cap back and raked through his unruly hair. She’d been eaten out plenty of times in the past. In her younger years guys trying to impress her enough to marry them had been a dime a dozen. But she’d never had a guy this enthused before. His head rocked back and forth with every long, deep lick, pressing aggressively against her clit, lapping at the fleshy hood at the top of her slit and leaving no part of her pussy unloved.

It was almost like he enjoyed her taste and wanted to get it all.

Luna was of course all too happy to give.

With a high pitched squeal she pressed her thighs against his cheeks, interlocked her ankles and felt her toes curl in her shoes. She shoock from her calves all the way up to her shoulders, the same buzz in her nethers igniting in her fingertips and behind her lips. The whole world went blank, like an explosion went off in her brain.

And it was only when she came to a second later that she remembered to breathe.

“Oh, fff-fuh-huuuuh-hckk~!” she squealed, wheezing as she blew every bit of breath out of her lungs before taking a long, shuddering gasp. 

Seemingly enjoying the effect he was having, Vandal lifted his face, a smug little grin on his face as if to say, ‘yeah, you’re not so in charge are you now, Missus Luna?’

Luna bit her bottom lip as she took him by the collar and pulled him in to lick up the mixture of drool and her own excitement glistening on his chin.

“What a good boy,” she crooned, planting a clean, deep blue lipstick stain on his cheek.

“Do I get that raise?” Vandal joked, making the jackal giggle as she pushed him into the couch.

Sinking to the ground, she pulled his knees apart and settled between his legs, making a song and dance about opening his belt and pants. “I think you’ve earned a little more than what was originally on the table, Mister Vandal.”

She got his pants open with relative ease and managed to unfurl the aching erection that had been building inside this whole time. As she did, ripping him in one hand, she made sure to widen her eyes and give a small gasp, like a girl just found something she shouldn’t have.

He was perfectly normal sized of course. And in Luna’s humble experience it was never the size that totally mattered anyway. But she’d learned long ago that the best way of getting a guy nice and invested in her was to stroke his ego as well as his cock.

“Is all this for me?” she asked, putting the slightest hint of a fearful tremor in her voice.

She glanced up and caught him rolling his eyes. Clearly he could see through Luna’s little act.

“Not that convincing, am I?”

Vandal shrugged. “It’s okay. At least you didn’t sigh with disappointment.

Luna scoffed. “Any woman who expresses disappointment at finding this” – she gave his shaft a light little hug between her fingers for emphasis – “is either an idiot or a liar.”

As she said it, she lowered her face and with a smile, watching his reaction as she stroked her furry cheek along the underside of his member. She let him feel her soft fur, and by the way his eyes fluttered he clearly enjoyed it. She breathed in his subtle musk with a contented sigh, working her muzzle up and down alongside her slender, soft hands. She made sure she worshipped and relished every inch of the thing against her face, enjoying the warmth of the throbbing glans right down the smooth, hot shaft.

Her lips puckered and she planted a lipstick kiss like what she put on his cheek squarely on his balls. Her cool nose pressed to the base and slowly worked up along the underside, making Vandal shudder before she parted her lips. She held off just a little, letting him feel her breath until she figured he was about to burst. And when a glistening little glob of pre formed at the top, she ever so sensually placed a loving smooch, swirling her tongue over the sensitive tip.

His precum ignited a salty tang on her tastebuds that left her lightheaded… and drunk for more.

“Mmmhh~! Delicious!” she mumbled, the naughty girl talking with her mouth full.

Dipping her muzzle back down, she slid her lips back down over the shaft, leaving dark blue smears all the way down to the base. Her eyes were contently shut as she cocked her head to one side, gently stroking the tresses of dark hair from her face. 

She bobbed her mouth on is cock with dutiful persistence. Her long narrow muzzle gave her enough space that she could take the whole length without gagging or retching. There was no limit to the comfort her warm, wet mouth could give Vandal, and given she was equally comfortable she was willing to go as long as it took to please him.

She eventually lost track of how long she had been going. Most guys would have been swelling against her tongue by now. But glancing up she saw him smiling calmly at her, no indication he was even close.

Reaching down, Vandal took her face in his hands and gently guided her up off his cock, then drew her into a deep, loving kiss.

“Why’d you stop me?” she asked.

“You’re just so gorgeous, I couldn’t help myself,” he said, making her giggle.

“Charmer. But don’t you want me to make you cum?”

“You first.”

His hands felt up along her curves, catching the red skirt that pulled tight over the globes of her ass and pulling it up over her shapely hips. The other pushed open the front of her dress, appreciating the plunging neckline in order to free her breasts with ease. His hand rolled over the furry globes, letting her hard nipples rake over his warm palms. He didn’t have the rough callouses of a labourer, given he worked with computers all his life. But there was a firmness beneath him with a soft exterior that touched Luna just right.

Meanwhile he felt between her thighs, making Luna squirm and moan as she balanced in his lap. One digit worked up her slick pussy, just testing the soft flesh between the labia at first, until he was able to tease the sensitive nub of flesh that craved his attention above fall.

Luna moaned into his mouth, clutching his face in both hands as if she were afraid to fall off the Earth if she let go, feeling that digit slide deeper into her folds. Her body parted to let him in, the wet, tight little tunnel clamping over the finger reflexively.

Motherhood meant she wasn’t as tight as she had been in her clubbing days, and she wished she could have shared that version of herself for Vandal’s pleasure. Honestly a single finger should have been able to get so much of a reaction out of her. But it was his dedication to her pleasure rather than his own that engaged her so. She as drooling into his mouth, dripping over his fingers and flexing like a cat in heat against his body.

He was using her own tactics against her, the sneak! The same way she’d stroked his ego before, he was keeping her invested by putting so much care into pleasing her.

And as if the tireless finger wriggling up to satisfy the itch deep inside her wasn’t enough already, his free hand fondled her breasts tenderly, pinching and flicking at her nipples playfully as he divided is attention to her cunt, tits and her mouth.

His tongue fought hers for real estate a little longer before Luna couldn’t take it anymore. She forced herself to pull back, a broken woman failing to hold any more composure. Her body trembled as if exerted. Her breath was shaky.

She’d come downstairs looking like a woman about to go on a date.

Now with her lipstick smeared from making out, some mascara running down her cheek and her dress a ruffled mess, she looked like a woman ready to get to the fun part that came after the date.

Whipping around, she sat in his lap more properly, grinding her firm ass down Vandal’s length as she found her footing. With her hands on his knees, she rose up, then reached back and guided his cock to her yearning opening.

The tip throbbed against her opening as her labia was speared open. He felt bigger against her pussy than he’d felt in her mouth, and it was with trepidation she eased back. Lowering her hips, thighs spread just a little, she pressed down until his crown filled her. Her walls spread apart, labia peeling back even further to accommodate his girth.

With a small moan, she had to stop when just the tip found the warm wet hole. She felt him throb, realising he was holding back from grabbing her hips and yanking her body down on his cock. As much as she appreciated the restraint, she still wanted all of this delightful thing inside her. And the fire raging in her core wasn’t going to wait.

Biting her lip and taking a breath, she sank down further. Inch by slippery inch she felt him fill her to her very core, until he was sheathed entirely in her body.

“God,” she breathed, resting her head back on his shoulder. “You fill me just right.”

Vandal in the meantime traced a line of kisses up her cheek and along the side of her muzzle. He had his arms around her mid-riff, hugging tightly  as he very slowly rolled his hips.

Luna’s breath caught in her throat and turned into a high-pitched whine of delight. She felt him press deeper still, prodding the fire deep in her core. He then pulled back and a little sharper than before prodded her in the same spot. Again, she gave him a high-pitched gasp. Again and again, Vandal once more doing all the work despite her sitting on top. And all she could do to reward him was rouse him with an encouraging tune of pleasure.

That wouldn’t do.

Throwing him a sultry look that’d turn a man of unbending faith into a raging sinner, Luna untangled herself from his grip and leaned forward. Planting her feet, she then grabbed his thighs and began to ride with the vigour of a woman twenty years younger and the neediness of a virgin about to have her first orgasm.

She savoured how the tables turned as Vandal’s hands fell idle over her body and his eyes shut with focus. She could feel him throb inside her, holding back as she gyrated while rising and falling, the rhythmic slap of her ass in his lap speeding up with every passing second.

But it seemed like he wasn’t the only one diving headfirst into the pool after a long dry period.

Luna couldn’t hold herself back as he prodded her depths again and again, her core igniting from a tiny ember into an inferno, before blowing into a full on firestorm. Her thighs began trembling and she bit her bottom lip hard enough she feared she was about to draw blood.

It had been so long she’d forgotten the feeling. And when it hit, she cried out in a way that was hardly befitting a lady. 

“Mmmmh, fuck!” she cursed, eyes rolling as a shudder ran down her body. 

As she creamed all over his cock, she wanted to just stop and bask in the warm pleasure rolling through her. Except she could feel Vandal swelling against her inner walls as his thrusts up into her grew more erratic. The familiar sensation of a man about to blow his load, and Luna needed it inside her with a desperation that was in exact contrast, completely unfamiliar to her.

Hungrily she rode back, clenching her inner muscles tighter as she doubled her effort to milk his cock dry. Sensitive electric fire pinged in her pussy, her damp fur slapping into his lap louder and faster than before.

Vandal had one hand on her slender hip, the other wrapped around the base of her tail as he yanked her down one last time on his cock, spearing her right into her core. He wasn’t being very rough, just enough to get a happy little “Ooooohh~!” out of her.

As much as Luna wanted to play the role of dominant female, she couldn’t wipe that soppy smile off her muzzle as she felt the fountain of thick, sticky cum shoot against her innermost depths. The corners of her mouth were turned up even as her tongue rolled out over her bottom lip, as her eyes shifted up trying to peer through her drooping eyelids.

His load was hot against her cervix, and Luna’s legs shook uncontrollably again as she came very close to another orgasm mere seconds after the first. Clenching, she dug her manicured nails into Vandal’s thigh, warning him not to roll his hips into hers anymore. And he obeyed, albeit a little confused why she wanted to stop.

Luna was pacing herself. He’d just filled her with a massive load, and yet Vandal’s member was as hard inside her as it had been in her hands when they began. If Luna just let herself cum again and again she’d be sore and sensitive in no time, and she wouldn’t be able to milk every delicious drop out of this wonderful new toy of hers.

With a sigh to compose herself, Luna spread her thighs wide and settled back against her young lover. His chin rested on her shoulder as his hands roamed up her inner thigh and across her flat belly. They both sounded out of breath, panting happily in the aftershocks of their orgasmic highs. And as readily as Vandal throbbed in Luna’s slippery, cream-filled quim, she wanted him to take a moment. The night was young and they had plenty of time to enjoy each other’s company.

“You want to stop?” Vandal asked between breaths. His hands caressed their way up her mid-riff and gently teased his fingers over her hard, erect nipples.

“Only for a bit. I’m not as young as I was,” she admitted. Her eyes were shut and she was forcing herself to take long, slow breaths as if meditating on the aftershocks of pleasure still tingling in her pussy. She set her hands over his encouraging him to pinch her nipples a little harder as she added, “I just need a minute is all.”

Vandal hummed. As he did, one hand slipped her grip and worked its way down the sleek ebony fur on her body. He reached her spread pussy lips still hugging the base of his shaft before she could stop him, and with almost choreographed ease his soft fingertips attacked her sensitive clit.

Luna squealed and giggled in his lap, but let him have at it for a moment.

“What happens in a minute?” Vandal teased.

Placing a tender kiss on his jaw, she eased herself off his cock with a wet plop that sent small trails of pearly white cream dribbling into the fur on her thigh. She stood with a clack of her heels, a little less gracefully than when she had walked in. But she more than made up for it as she licked her lips and curled a finger, gesturing him to follow her.

“Come to bed and find out.”