Meet Me in My Penthouse 2

Read the first chapter here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/meet-me-in-my-11354481 

Awesome art by:  http://www.furaffinity.net/user/zoyler/ 

 In the midst of a very black midnight, there weren't many things that were moving in the slums of the city. It was the perfect place for a high-end arms deal to go down, especially since there was virtually new law enforcement around for miles. Cops didn't come to this shit hole of a place, not where they were outgunned and had no authority.   
 
  Three black vehicles drove almost soundlessly down the street. They kept in a tight formation, almost bumper to bumper as they neared their destination, a parking lot of a collapsed store two blocks down. All three were identical SUVs with blacked out license plates and tinted windows so dark that even with a flashlight it would have been difficult to see the occupants.   
 
  From the parking lot they were already spotted and welcomed in. Slowing to a crawl, the three SUVs entered where four other vehicles were, though they were considerably less inconspicuous. They were sports and muscle cars of varying colors and design. Two had body kits and the others had chrome rims that were still spinning despite them having been there for a while. The occupants of those cars were standing in a line near the center-most vehicles and the lights of the SUVs illuminated them until they came to a halt.   
 
  Once each new arriving vehicle had stopped in a line to meet how the others were formed, the doors came open and the new comers stepped out. At first it was like a military raid as each person was dressed in a similar way to the cars. Black clothes fit underneath black bullet resistant vests. Sunglasses obscured eyes, earpieces hung in ears, and face masks made sure that not a single defining feature of the soldiers could be seen. Aside from their obvious species and muscular builds, there was no way to distinguish one from the other.   
 
  The last two personnel to step out of one of the vehicles were the only two that were very easy to tell a part from the others. The sight of Madam Junta made the others that were waiting near the four other vehicles gasp and whisper among themselves. The border collie's reputation proceeded her it would seem and that fast made her smile.   
 
  Beside Madam Junta was her newly acquired head of security and personal guard. The striped fox was decked out in similar gear to the other soldiers except his was much different as it was his own unique outfit rather than their standard issue. He also held a longer, bulkier weapon in his arms that was so unique that it had no distinguishable make or model, as apposed to the others' average semi automatic rifles.   
 
  Where a line of black clad soldiers had formed opposite to the other members, Madam Junta and her head of security pushed their way to the front. When they emerged, there was a figure from the other side that stepped closer. He was a tall white tiger dressed in a purple muscle shirt and black shorts. He were a wide grin which showed off several sharp, gold-capped teeth. Several silver chains hung from around his neck and from his side hung a sawed-off shotgun that was at the perfect height to be grabbed and aimed forward.   
 
  He tossed away the butt from a cigarette that he had been smoking and came to stand just a couple feet away from the woman. Paul stepped forward in an attempt to put himself between her and the tiger but she held up her paw and he stopped instantly. The tiger noticed the action and he let a low chuckle rumble from his throat.   
 
  “I like a girl that keeps a short leash,” the tiger said as he peered from her guard to the woman.   
 
  “I've got quite a few more things that I think you'll like more than me,” Madam Junta retorted with a tight smile.   
 
  “Ooh, I also like a girl that gets right to the point. But you're right, I'm pretty eager to see what you've brought me,” he continued. That was the first time the woman grinned that night. She turned back and nodded to her head of security who then signaled for two teams to come forward. The tiger whistled with excitement as he saw what they were carrying.   
 
  Two very large silver cases were brought forward and set on the ground right in front of the big cat. The security clasps were unbuckled and the lids came open to reveal an assortment of military rifles, handguns, and explosive devices affixed into foam cut outs. There were enough weapons to supply a small army or pull off an extremely successful heist.   
 
  Next came two more silver cases that were set along side the others and opened as well. These ones held bullet resistant vests and Kevlar clothing that was resistant to piercing objects and high velocity shrapnel. Again, the tiger seemed to be very amused and he looked down at the four cases with wide eyes and a slack jaw.   
 
  “Holy shit, Christmas came early!” he laughed and looked back at his companions. The others finally stepped forward and peered at the open boxes. They began to let out excited calls of their own and nudge each other about what they were seeing, making comments about what pieces were going to be theirs.   
 
  One of the tiger's friends leaned down to pick up one of the weapons but a nearby soldier kicked the lid and the crate slammed shut with a boot placed on top. The eager male jumped back and made like he was going to reach for his own handgun strapped at his waist but the tiger threw out his own arm to stop his friend. Then he looked to Madam Junta for an explanation.   
 
  “We brought our cases. Now you gotta bring out yours.” She kept her gaze steady at him as she was clearly in no mood to deal with overzealous bullshit and the tiger seemed to pick up on that. His grin returned and he turned back to give a signal to someone that was still in the car behind him. The back passenger door came open and out came the first female that they had seen on that side of the parking lot. She carried a black briefcase with her that was several times smaller than the silver ones.   
 
  The woman came up to the tiger and handed it over to him. He took it happily and then turned and held it out to Madam Junta. She didn't move, instead a soldier came up and took it and stepped off to the side to carefully open it. Inside there were neatly stacked rows of hundred dollar bills. The soldier turned and held the open case to several others who began to take out the stacks and count them. With a quick round of estimation they stacked the money back into the case and then nodded at Madam Junta.   
 
  “Well, it seems as though our work here is done. Thank you for your business, and I hope you come back to my organization when you need a resupply,” the border collie said with a smile and then turned back to the striped fox at her side and he started to lead her back to the SUV that they had come from. The other soldiers turned and started to do the same.   
 
  “Damn,” The tiger laughed as his eyes suddenly fixed to the woman's ass and then let out a whistle. “Hey, how much would it cost to get you in my bed?” The sudden remark made Madam Junta stop and clench her teeth in irritation. Every other soldier under her guide stopped as well. Then she turned to face the tiger again but a smile had replaced her scowl.   
 
  “I don't fuck guys with black eyes. Please.” The tiger seemed to be completely oblivious to what she meant, if not a bit confused. It was in this moment of silence that the male off to his side suddenly stepped closer and struck him across the cheek with a closed fist. The striped cat reeled and clutched the spot where he was hit but the man that delivered the strike was completely confused and bewildered that he had done such a thing. Another of the tiger's gang jumped on their friend to restrain him as their leader regained his composure. As a minor fight broke out among the buyers, Madam Junta and her squad hastily got back into their vehicles and drove out of the parking lot on their way to their home base.      Madam Junta sighed softly as she meandered through the front door of her penthouse with Paul in tow. He didn't say anything, and in fact he was still wearing his combat outfit and still holding his weapon. To the untrained eye, he might have seemed like a statue but to the border collie she could see that he was trembling so very slightly.   
 
  Madam Junta was in the process of peeling off her clothes. The Kevlar shirt and pants that she wore were incredibly uncomfortable and she was eager to get out of them, but that didn't leave her in much else. Once she was done with the protective layer, she was only in her panties and bra. She glanced back to see that her head of security hadn't moved an inch and she smirked.   
 
  “Take off your clothes, please,” she ordered and then meandered over to her large bed. The striped fox began to pull away his own Kevlar clothing and tactical equipment. It was all piled not too far away from himself and it grew tall as more articles were added to it. In less than a minute he was standing naked and bold in the middle of the room, to the border collie's pleasure. She had crawled up onto her bed by then.
 
  “Come here, please,” she asked and reached behind herself and unclasped her bra. She let it drop down her arms and then tossed it away. Then she laid back and lifted her legs into the air so that she could slide her panties off while giving the vulpine a show. His eyes did follow her movements as he approached, stopping only when he came to the edge of the bed.   
 
  Madam Junta smirked and rolled over onto her belly, her tail flicking idly from side to side in a display of happiness. “You like staring at my butt?” she asked and spread her legs while hiking her tail up. Her backside was perfectly sculpted and toned with a curve that would be the heart throb of any male. His eyes were locked to those tight cheeks, but only because of her mental commands.   
 
  “I work hard on this ass so that it can be enjoyed. So you better enjoy it, cause it's worth worship,” she said and pushed her knees under her to lift her rear end into the air. She swayed it slightly from side to side and folded her arms under her chin. “Worship my ass, please.”   
 
  Paul shifted closer and climbed up onto the bed with his paws and knees. He moved up behind the canine and set his paws on her cheeks when he was close enough. He spread them open to further reveal her tight little asshole and her damp pussy. Her could smell her arousal as it became stronger but her command wasn't just to stare, it was to pay proper homage to this temple.   
 
  He leaned his face in and pressed his nose firmly against her pink pucker. He took a deep breath of her naughty scent and then began to grind his nose around in circles on her rim as if he was tracing it. She felt herself shift forward as he began to really apply pressure to her ass. She bit her lip as a unique wave of pleasure came over her. It was when she had someone between her cheeks like this that she truly felt the most powerful.   
 
  “You love sniffing my ass, don't you?” she asked, her voice breathy with a hint of a moan. Paul's muzzle was stroking up and down between her cheeks, going from the base of her tail all the way down over her pussy slit. His nose was coated in her sweet nectar and his senses were swimming in her arousal. He gave a short nod after a moment's pause to answer her question.   
 
  “Good. Now service my ass and pussy, please.” She nuzzled the crook of her arm and shivered as the first lick ran over her sensitive tailhole. Paul's tongue stroked up and down over the wrinkled surface as he made sure to slather her bud in saliva. Like an excited dog going after a salt lick, he stroked her rim over and over again with increasing speed.   
 
  Madam Junta moaned softly and her eyes slowly came shut. She was enjoying this blissful moment and savoring every pass that he made with that soft, wet appendage. Before long the strokes of his tongue covered every inch between her buttcheeks and then ventured lower to trace her slit. It dipped into her wet passage and became covered in her arousal. She could feel him going nice and deep before pulling back and pumping again.   
 
  Paul could taste how badly she wanted to get fucked. It was always like this after a successful arms deal. She seemed to get off on earning boat loads of money and making some good connections. A little bit of it was also due to her putting a mouthy prick in his place.   
 
  As the head of security continued to tongue fuck his mistress's pussy, his nose was buried in her ass like she wanted. She could feel his breath against her pucker with ever exhale and inhale that he would take and that sensation would send a thrill through her body.   
 
  It was a curious thing, her mind control. She didn't need to give him specifics, he knew how to please a woman on his own, which meant he must have been quite the lover when he had his free will. She wondered what sort of things he liked to do. Was he an ass-man? If so then she was giving him what he would have wanted, which seemed to make sense since he knew exactly what buttons to press to get her to moan.   
 
  Her thoughts were interrupted by the fox drawing his tongue up from her pussy and going back to servicing her asshole. He drilled his soaked tongue right at the center of her pucker and the pressure mixed with how slick it was had her opening up before too long. The wiggling organ pushed into her ass, making her cry out and shiver blissfully as she felt him go as deep as he could. He stroked her inner walls and his lips were pressed around her muscular ring. He was sucking at her rim while he tongue fucked her butt. The dedication he showed to pleasing her was admirable and from all this attention she was wanting something more meaningful.   
 
  Madam Junta opened her mouth to give her head of security another command when all of a sudden the front door of her penthouse came open, causing the woman to startle and the fox to go on alert. The new arrival turned out to be one of the border collie's many assistants, this one being the leader on the recent arms deal that had gone down earlier that night. He was a thin, nervous goat that was quite excited about some papers in his paw.   
 
  So excited in fact that it took him a couple seconds to realize that he had just barged in on his mistress during one of her lewd acts and gasped as he rushed to covers his eyes. “Madam Junta, I'm so sorry!” he called out and turned his back to her.   
 
  The woman giggled and watched the other man as he did his best to give her some privacy. Madam Junta wasn't insecure about her body, in fact she was very proud of it. So much so that she would often not care if her many subordinates saw her naked, especially since she liked to conduct a lot of her business from her hot tub or her pool. And until recently, she would often take any one of her soldiers to bed if she so chose.   
 
  “Don't worry yourself, Devin. Tell me what you've got.” Her voice was even and controlled despite Paul having gone back to pressing his tongue deep into her ass again. There was no doubt that the other man was able to hear the continued, persistent rimming.   
 
  “Y-yes, of course.” he cleared his throat and shuffled the papers around in his paws. “We have a new order in from the same people that we closed with tonight. They want all the exact same stuff and are willing to pay extra for a rush order.”
 
  The woman smirked and licked her lips at the good news so far. “A rushed order will garner quite the premium, I hope that tiger dipshit knows what he's getting himself into.”   
 
  “There's more good news, Mistress,” the goat continued. “We've located your brother. He seems to have fled to one of his more secure estates. Seems word has gotten back to him that the assassination attempt had failed.”   
 
  “Hmm...” Madam Junta murmured to herself and shivered as a particularly strong wave of pleasure wound up from between her legs. Paul had slipped his tongue from her ass and had gone back to licking her pussy. At the moment he was suckling at her erect clit. “That's a matter that will require my full attention...I'll address it in the morning, Devin.” she stated simply and suppressed a blissful groan.   
 
  “Yes, Madam Junta, very good. Sorry for the interruption.” The new arrival quickly rushed for the front door and slammed it shut as he exited. Now left alone once again, the border collie could get underway with what she had intended before being barged in on.   
 
  “Paul, I want you to fuck my pussy, please.” Upon her command, the fox stopped his attentive oral service and leaned up on his knees. With his paws still placed on her buttcheeks, the head of security presented his ebony, erect cock. It had swelled into being from the explicit act of playing with his mistress's cunt and breathing in nothing more than her arousal.   
 
  With the same methodical movements as everything else that he performed, Paul's cock pressed against her pussy and slipped inside. She was very ready for him and had he been someone that wasn't under her control, she might have even begged. But he was perfectly seduced and in this state there was nothing more he could do than abide by her command.   
 
  Madam Junta's pussy tightened around his shaft as he sank all the way inside, his balls resting against her outer lips. It was pure ecstasy for the canine and she pushed back to make sure she could feel his tip rub against her cervix.   
 
  He began to move right away. His hips stroked back and forth and a speed that had the room filling with the clapping sound of their bodies meeting.   
 
  The jostles from every hit traveled up the woman's form and she transformed from being on her elbows to supporting herself on her paws. Paul leaned his upper body over her back and he began to drive at a faster pace. His precum mixed with her pussy juices and the concoction coated his shaft entirely. It was such a smooth feeling that the woman couldn't keep her moans to herself. The room became filled with her blissful sound and she didn't care to be quiet anymore.   
 
  Her volume rose as the pounding became more intense. Paul was holding onto her hips as he would thrust in aggressively. His balls smacked her cunt hard and short, grunts under his breath began to escape each time he would exhale. Despite Paul not having free will, that didn't mean he couldn't feel pleasure, and at the moment his mind was starting to go blank from how much of it was building through his system. She was incredibly tight and warm. This was the one part of this whole terrible situation that he didn't mind.   
 
  The smack of her perfect ass on his lap was crisp and it had her crying out. Her eyes were rolling up into her head as she became enamored with how full she felt. His cock wasn't the largest she ever had but he certainly knew how to use it. And nothing felt better than when his would perfectly fill her insides. She was still stretched quite a bit and the warmth that he gave her from the rapid sway of his hips was sending her body into a trembling fit.   
 
  The way that Paul was thrusting had his cock grinding against her G-spot and it was quickly causing her to approach a fast orgasm. It had been like that for several minutes and his knot was even pounding at her entrance in the hopes that she would let him in. He was getting close as well, she came to realize.   
 
  Perhaps sooner than later, as the fox let out a low grunt and shivered as he reached his climax. Madam Junta was treated with the feeling of her pussy getting filled with thick cum. The border collie gasped and cried out as the hot feeling poured through her and filled her pussy to the brim. She grit her teeth and buried her face against her bed while she balled the sheets in her paws.   
 
  A strained cry of bliss escaped the woman as the fox didn't let up his thrusting motion. Even as cum dripped form his tip and oozed out from her pussy he never quit, as it was still his current order. The slosh of the thick semen within her was sending intense waves of euphoria through her body. She couldn't keep herself under control and came hurdling into her own orgasm.   
 
  She screamed into the bed and her body convulsed. She gripped his member tightly despite him still working against her which seemed to squeeze out the last of his seed. The tremors that wracked her form continued on with no end in sight and she came to understand that if he didn't stop fucking her then she would be like this for quite a while. It was a notion that she didn't exactly dislike, but she wanted her mind back from this roller coaster ride.   
 
  “P-paul...S-stop, please” she cried out through heavy breaths. The fox gave a heavy sigh as he finally stopped moving and was given some time to catch his breath. His cock slipped free of her pussy and and out came a gush of cum mixed with her pussy juices. Madam Junta sighed as well, but hers was much more from relief.   
 
  As soon as the head of security had released her hips, Madam Junta fell forward onto her bed. She was breathing hard and had difficulties moving at first but she eventually found her strength and rolled onto her back. Paul was just kneeling there beside her as he also tried to catch his breath. His cock was slowly starting to shrink and its surface was smeared in white.   
 
  Madam Junta groaned as she pushed herself up to the top of her bed and crawled beneath the covers with her head resting on the first pillow she came across. “Paul, would you please turn off the lights?” she asked. The fox got up right away and meandered to the far side of the room. The lights flicked off, leaving the penthouse in a blanket of black, save for a few lights that rimmed the floor to give an atmospheric feel. “Paul, come to bed please.”   
 
  The head of security walked back over to the bed and crawled beneath the covers right beside Madam Junta. The border collie smiled as she moved closer to him and wrapped her arms around his side. His own came around her and his chin ended up resting between her ears. “Go to sleep, Paul. Please.” It was the last order she gave for the evening, and it didn't take long for either of them to drift away after that, though in truth, the fox's last thoughts were considerably more rage fueled than the dog's.