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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

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A Story in an hour or day, these kinds of stories are not edited so it will be a bit rough and might not flow as nicely as some of my others. Sometimes these turn into bigger stories further down the line, but mostly these are just flash in the pan ideas I need to get out of my head before they cause congestion and block other longer story ideas.

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When the opportunity to work for the largest architect and civil engineering agency landed in his lap, Hank Reed jumped at the opportunity. Even though it meant uprooting his family, his daughter having to change schools in her senior year and his wife quitting her job and becoming a temporary stay at home mom for a bit, the money was worth it. Carol, Hank’s wife, suddenly did not have to work quite as hard to help supplement his income. In addition to his wife’s life being made easier, Stacy suddenly also had her pick of universities to go to as money would no longer be the defining factor. Sure, it meant more work for Hank, but he thrived under pressure and within the first couple of weeks, his hard work and dedication had him bumping elbows with the top management. It was no surprise then when he got a personal invite to the company’s founder and owner to join in a private party at his home. Only a select few employees ever got to attend such an event and Hank couldn’t help but feel a little smug from the looks of jealousy he got from some of the older staff members.

The term “home” was used very loosely, Hank soon found out. The property sat on a massive estate with an almost mile long driveway to get to what looked like what should be a villa on a wine estate in France. There could easily have been a dozen rooms with all the amenities one would expect from a five-star hotel. Outside there were expensive vehicles parked around the large circular driveway, with a sculpted marble water fountain in the centre. Hank wished he had been allowed to bring his wife, at least to act as a buffer of sorts, he felt very out of place in such a lavish setting. Even dressed in his Sunday finest, the large St. Bernard still felt woefully underdressed. Even his top-of-the-line Subaru Forester looked like a junker compared to the two sports cars he was forced to park between.

“Hank! You made it!” Chris, a tawny buck rabbit, who worked alongside Hank, called out and made his way over to welcome his colleague. Hank sighed inwardly in relief, finally having someone he knew at his side. Chris was a few years younger than Hank and had been with the company a year longer, so he took it upon himself to introduce Hank to the others at the party, much to the big dog’s relief.

Despite the obvious signs of wealth parked out front and adorning their wrists, Hank was relieved to find the majority of the party goers were very down to earth and easy to talk to. Much like Hank, they had all grown up below the poverty line and worked their way up. Apparently, this is what also had helped Hank land his dream job, the “old man” as they called him, was very selective in who he brought onboard. People like Hank usually had a great work ethic and new the value of hard work, it was why the company was so successful in the first place. The old man had started from nothing and built himself and his company up into the giant of the industry it was now, he never forgot where he came from and it showed.

The conversation was flowing nicely and Hank was starting to feel more at ease, at least until it wasn’t. He could sense the sudden change in the air, the way everyone around him suddenly went quiet and rigid. It was almost like a scene out of a nature documentary, when prey animals caught the scent of a predator and they were getting ready to run at the first sign of danger.

“Shit, here comes Carla” Chris hissed and immediately started backing out of the room. “Word of advice, don’t let her get you alone. Trust me…” was all the rabbit said before he made a hasty exit from the room, soon followed by the rest of the small crowd and left Hank standing alone with his drink in his hand as he looked around in confusion.

“You must be new; I don’t recall meeting you before” a sultry voice spoke up behind Hank. When the large St. Bernard turned around, he was met with the smiling visage of a somewhat chubby but still cute Rottweiler bitch, who looked to be around the same age as his own daughter. Carla stood out from the crowd like sore thumb, wearing a denim skirt and sleeves vest, over a low-cut black halter top and ripped black stockings. She even capped the look off with some black military boots and a silver skull belt buckle on spiked belt. The young black and tan Rottweiler, with her shaved sides and long on top haircut looked more suited to a heavy metal concert than a high-powered business dinner.

“Yeah, just started with the company a week ago” the droopy joweled canine replied with a bit of confusion. He had heard mutterings about “the boss’s daughter” around the office, some less than flattering things were said about her, but Hank had just ignored it as idle watercooler chatter. It wasn’t his place to decide how his big boss raised his daughter, his only child for that matter. So what if she was a spoiled brat that always got her way? Granted, Carla was not what he had expected, in his mind’s eye he had pictured her as a skinny well-dressed, but whiny teenager. This bitch gave off an air of a seasoned coffee house barista who had seen her share of shit and called a spade a spade.

“I’m Carla, your bosses ‘only’ daughter” the young woman stated with a hint of a grin that made Hank feel a little uncomfortable. “Come with me…” she ordered, rather than asked, as she grabbed one of his large hands and began to guide him out of the room.

Hank could feel eyes on him, some of his colleagues were grinning, while others simply looked on with pity. “Where are we going?” he finally asked as Carla began guiding the much older canine up the stairs and away from her father’s party.

“I’m just going to welcome you to the company the right way” Carla almost panted when she opened one of the upstairs bathrooms and all but shoved Hank in before her. Hank knew he was in trouble when the young bitch locked the door behind her and growled playfully at him. “I bet a big guy like you has a nice chunky dick…” the Rottweiler growled and licked her lips as her gaze dropped to his crotch.

“What? Wait…I’m married! I have a daughter your age!” Hank tried to back away from the advancing Carla, but soon the back of his legs met the edge of the marble top counter behind him.

“I know, that’s why I know you won’t tell anyone about this” Carla pressed on, closing the distance between her and Hank. Soon her ample breasts were pressed against his chest as she nibbled along the underside of his chin. One of her hands made surprisingly quick work of his zipper before slipping inside his clothing to get a good handful of his crotch. “Mmm, I was right. Feels nice and chunky…”

“Wait, stop!” Hank tried to growl, but having a soft hand groping and fondling his unwillingly throbbing sheath was not helping much. There was no doubt about her experience, Carla knew how to handle a dick and she was putting all of that experience to work on getting him hard, despite himself.

“You can’t say no, if you do, I’ll tell my daddy that you followed me up here and tried to do naughty things to me” Carla smirked as she gave the older mutts sheath a rather painful squeeze. “Just like last time, he’ll can your ass so fast and blacklist you in this town” she crooned up to him, before giving his chin a deceptively innocent little kiss.

Hank had wondered why the last guy in his position hadn’t lasted very long, but now he was starting to get the idea. Carla was using her position as the boss’s daughter to have her way with his staff, if they didn’t do what she said, she got them shitcanned and blacklisted. The real problem was that her father was well known in the industry and very respected, so a bad word from him would spell career suicide and Hank would pretty much have to change industries to make a living. Hank and his family had sold up everything back home to make the move her, they had even blown through what little savings they’d managed to save over the years to make the jump. If he lost his job now, it would put his family out on the street. As fast as his mind tried to work to find a solution for this problem, the more eagerly Carla worked him.

God it was hard to think with her mouth on his prick, wait, when had she gotten her mouth on his cock? Hank stared down at the young canine bitch as she kneeled before him, her painted black lips wrapped about his thick, throbbing red rocket. Somehow, she had managed to open his pants and get his dick out in the short time he was worrying about being out on the street. Hank growled and grit his teeth, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge of the marble counter while trying to ignore the pleasure Carla was giving him.

“Pretend it’s her…” the St. Bernard thought to himself, his eyes closing as he tried to picture his beautiful wife on her knees before him. It almost worked too, he could see her gorgeous eyes looking up at him as her soft ruby red lips wrapped about his pecker and she lovingly tended to his growing need.

“Nuh uh, open your eyes and look at me, bitch boy. You’re mine and mine alone” Carla pulled her maw from his cock to sneer up at him. “Good dog” she muttered condescendingly before returning to slobbering on his cock. “You have some nice fat nuts here; bet you blow a nice load” she complimented him while lifting his shaft to nuzzle at the soft fuzzy sack below.

Hank had to bite back his growl, he wasn’t used to be spoken to like this, especially not from someone not even half his age. He honestly didn’t know where Carla got it from, the old man was so warm and friendly, he treated everyone with respect. Carla just seemed to look down on everyone and use them as her personal playthings. God, he wished she wasn’t so good at sucking dick. Even his wife never could deepthroat him, but Carla sure as fuck could. She even left a dark ring of her black lipstick on his knot when she kissed it, while his tip throbbed hard and spat hot salty precum against her tonsils. She seemed intent on sucking his goddamn soul out through his dick with how she was working him, her muzzle eagerly bobbing back and forth against his crotch. Was that a tongue stud he felt teasing along his cum vein? Fucking hell, she was the devil incarnate!

It was too good; he was going to cum if she kept this up. Hank couldn’t keep the pleading look from his eyes as he stared down at her, perhaps if he came in her mouth that would be enough and she would let him go? He was…so…close…no…fuck!

“Sit!” Carla pulled back at the last second, just before her plaything could feed her a creamy delight. She grinned and took it on the chin when his cock lurched and spat a hot sticky shot of precum angrily at her. The young Rottweiler stood and pointed at the large and surprisingly comfy looking toilet.

Hank sheepishly did as told, his brain was nowhere near functioning just then, so all he could do was follow orders now. He was tempted to just jack himself off to completion, but enough of his mental faculties were still in working order to realize that would probably just piss Carla off. Speaking of Carla, Hank looked up from his lap where his angry red cock stood at attention, dribbling copious amounts of precum down his spire, to where the young bitch was just slipping out of her underwear. With a triumphant growl, Carla climbed into his lap and impaled herself on his cock before he could react.

“Jesus Christ!” Hank snarled and growled, how was she this hot and tight? His hands immediately clapped down on her plus ass through her denim skirt as the greedy bitch ground down against him, working her inner walls about his prick. “I’m so sorry…” was all he could think, apologizing to his wife as another woman rode his fuckstick.

“Mmnyeah, nice and thick. Just how I like em…how’s that barely legal pussy feel?” Carla teased as she stirred his thickness about, inside her hot gripping depths.

“S…stop…please, about to cum…” Hank huffed and grit his teeth again, having already been on the edge from her amazing oral skills, having a hot tight cunt sheathed around his cock only amplified his need to finish. “No protection” his caveman brain tried to reason with the young bitch riding him, knowing that he was still fertile and she probably was too.

“Oh relax, I’m on the pill. I want you to cum in me” Carla huffed and growled back, starting to bounce herself in his lap, working more and more of his length in and out of herself. “Please mister, cum deep inside my young and innocent pussy?” she teased with a mockingly young and innocent voice. The fuck she was innocent though, Hank swore he could see devil horns and a forked tail on this cunt. She’d made him break his marital vows and was using him for her own enjoyment, if she wasn’t a woman, he would have smacked her square in the mouth. But she was, a young woman, a young woman that was his boss’s daughter. All he could do was sit there and take it, that pleasurably torturous torment of a young woman bouncing on his dick. At least she was on the pill, so she wouldn’t get knocked up after she drained his balls, which she seemed intent on doing.

To make matters worse, the black and tan bitch even lifted her top to expose her pert breasts before shoving his face down into them. Goddamn, why did she have to have such nice tits? Soft and pillowy, perfect for motorboating. If she wasn’t such a bitch and he wasn’t married, they were the kind of breasts he’d love to spend an evening with his face in between. She even had pierced nipples, little silver barbells pierced through her dark flesh, which he found out when she guided his lips to one for him to suckle and nibble on. He shouldn’t be doing this, but he couldn’t stop himself. God, he wanted to cum so bad and she was doing that thing with her hips that drove him wild.

Every time she dropped down into his lap, Carla gyrated and ground herself down on his knot, as if she were trying to get it inside herself. Thankfully she felt too tight to take his admittedly large bulb of flesh, but that didn’t seem to deter her in the slightest. Even when his nails dug into her buttocks through her clothing, she ignored his grip and just bounced harder on him.

“Oh fuck…” Hank gasped out suddenly, she did it, the crazy bitch actually did it. She rose up almost all the way off his cock, until just his tapered tip was captured within her opening, before slamming herself back down on him. He’d first heard her soft yelp against his shoulder, then he registered the sudden tightness behind his knot. Carla was trembling and shaking against him like a leaf, but the sudden clenching and ripples of her squeezing muscles around his prick told him that was simply because she was in the midst of an intense climax. Unfortunately for Hank, that also set of his own orgasm, despite his best efforts, he was now tied to the Rottweiler bitch and emptying his big balls right at her womb.

“I lied…” Carla whispered against Hank’s shoulder, after her climax finally began to subside and he’d damn near turned her into a double stuffed cream filled Twinkie.

“Pardon?” Hank mumbled, his head spinning from having cum so hard. His heart was still beating like a war drum in his chest while his nails scratched against Carla’s denim skirt. His hips rolled and bucked up lightly into the young woman as his own climax still raged on, needing to empty every last drop inside her as nature intended.

“I’m not on the pill, you just came in a nice fertile young pussy” She clarified, sitting upright and smirking back at the stunned looking Hank. “I wonder what our babies will look like…” she continued while rubbing a hand against her belly, as if she were already starting to swell with new life. Hank suddenly felt an icy chill take hold of him as he stared at Carla, he hoped she was joking, but something told him she wasn’t. She had really made him cum inside her unprotected, he hadn’t noticed it before, but now in his post nut clarity…he could fucking smell her heat.

“Oh God, what did I do?” the large dog groaned and covered his face with his hands, unable to even look at her.

“You fucked me good and proper, puppy. So, for that, you get to keep your job” the black and tan bitch teased, while leaning in to give him an affectionate hug. “Just think of it this way, if you did successfully knock me up, you get Daddy’s company when he finally kicks the bucket!” she offered in a far too cheerful tone.

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A short while later, when Hank’s knot had finally shrunk down enough to slip free of his boss’s daughters gripping cunt, they both got dressed again. Carla gave him one last parting kiss before happily skipping down the hall to rejoin the party, as if nothing untoward had just happened.

Hank meanwhile stayed back to wash his face with cold water, also taking his time to wash his soiled prick as well as he tried to remove any evidence it had been inside someone other than his loving wife. After taking a few moments to recompose himself, he finally left the bathroom and returned to the party as well, making sure to keep a good distance away from Carla.

“Welcome to the club…” Chris said with a knowing look and handing Hank a much-needed drink.

“You too?” the large dog asked curiously.

“All of us actually” the rabbit indicated as he waved his drink around at the collective of Hanks work colleagues.

“Did she pull the ‘I’m on the pill’ routine with you too?” One of them asked, a rat who he didn’t quite remember the name of. Hank just nodded dumbly back, amidst murmurs of consolation.

“Shit, here comes the old man! He still thinks she’s a virgin, so act dumb” Chris hissed and nodded back over an older looking Rottweiler dressed in a comfy looking, blue sweater and beige slacks.

“Hello boys, enjoying the party?” the old man asked with a smile, reminding Hank a lot of old mister Rodgers from the television. Just behind the old man, Hank spotted Carla grinning at him. Only he was facing her direction at the moment she dipped a hand beneath her skirt, when she withdrew her digits, she very evidently had collected some of his cum which was now beginning to trickle down her inner thighs, thanks to her not having put her panties back on. With horror, Hank watched as she collected a little dainty frosted fairy cake from the nearby table and wiped his seed onto it. With a devilish look in her eyes, she began to approach.

Hank tried to subtly shake his head “No!” at her, but Carla simply winked and appeared beside her father. “Hi Daddy, here, you must try these cupcakes, they’re delicious!” Hank could do nothing but watch as the evil bitch fed her father, his boss, some of the seed she had so wrongfully claimed from him. It was at that moment that Hank became convinced he was going to hell and completely believed that he deserved it too. The only problem was, he knew Carla would be right there beside him, to torment him for eternity.