Almost as if she heard him thinking, Velvet slipped through his office door. She was half woman and half fox, and he dared not ever question his luck.
He met her by chance, she spoke very little, and she only ever appeared when he was alone. Every question had entered his mind. Where did she come from? How did she exist? Did she even exist? He had never shown signs of hallucinations before and there was never any messy evidence of his orgasms after she would visit him. So he decided to accept it as a reality and enjoy it.
He still felt uncomfortable during the first moments after she would show up. He would be wary and suspicious. He would feel guilty about his wife and family. He had never cheated before Velvet. But her purring voice and perfect touch would put him completely at ease; as if she were no danger and he were committing no moral crime. If she had cruel intentions, she had never revealed a single one.
She strode in, as confident and sultry as ever. Her strange mix of long, red, curly human hair on top of a fox head with big human eyes made sense to him now. It was no longer strange that such a creature existed. Just strange that she was so beautiful. She naturally stood and walked upright and had legs shaped like a human's legs, but far more toned – though not muscular – and covered in short orange and white fur.
Oh her fur.
He couldn't properly describe it even when touching it. Silky and soft, her fur would play with his fingers as he would run his fingers through it. On her stomach, his flesh would sink in as if it were lying in a field of grass. On her face, it would be tough and prickly if he moved his hands against the direction of the fur. Every part of her body housed fur that had its own distinct personality. However, the fur on her breasts was his favourite and the hardest to describe.
Her heavy, full breasts sat proudly and impossibly high on her chest. She rarely wore clothing, but he couldn't help but compare her to a human woman and think of her bust in human bra sizes. He suspected she would fit snugly into an E cup. That illusive fur on her heavenly pair was almost like human skin, but so distinctly not. Her huge tits felt soft and natural and acted like any pair he had handled, but it almost felt like the fur on her chest would caress him back. It was very short fur like the fur on her face, but it acted completely differently. Her breasts somehow never poked or resisted like her face did, no matter what angle or how hard his fingers or cock worked on them.
But the most wonderful thing about Velvet's breasts wasn't their size or feel. It wasn't that they perfectly suited her impossibly slim yet curvy figure. It was that he never felt guilty for worshiping them. Even if he spent an entire one of their sessions focused entirely on her unbelievable tits, she would only react with satisfaction, pleasure, and gratitude. In fact, that was her attitude no matter the tone or direction of their sexplay. It was the primary reason why he would continue to fear she didn't actually exist.
She would consistently understand his exact desires and they would seem to mirror hers. If he wanted 3 hours of teasing and foreplay before a romantic missionary climax, it would be so. If he wanted to do nothing but lick her perpetually sweet and wet pussy, it would be so. If he wanted to fuck her from behind, spank her, and engage in dirty talk, it would be so. Tonight he wanted a blowjob.
He was working late in his large office. He was absently stroking his cock with one hand as the hour and the privacy of his office allowed him to do so without worry. He clicked through proposals with his free hand and had a sudden vision of Velvet's long silky tongue sliding down his dick as it disappeared into her mouth.
And almost as if she heard him thinking, Velvet slipped through his office door. She had been in the office for no longer than 4 seconds before he finally asked what he had held back every time before.
"How do you know exactly what I want?"
