Think About the Job
I DID IT. WHOO. I WROTE ANOTHER THING!
I'm still trying to figure out my writing process and how I can best produce work; With everything going on these days it's weird, but I'm starting to find my niche hours and the times in which I can properly revise and edit stuff without ABSOLUTELY HATING MYSELF EVERY STEP OF THE WAY.
Here's a fun little idea I had that I.. did not come up with watching porn or anything. Nope.
Definitely not meeeeee.
THIS STORY CONTAINS TWO MALE FURRIES AND ALSO THERE'S A CONSENSUAL BLOWJOB INVOLVED.
Blair the husky needs a job; Specifically, he needs THIS job. Unfortunately, his would-be boss and interviewer is his ex-boyfriend coyote. Can Blair manage to nail the job and keep his paws to himself throughout the interview?
Stepping into the spacious office and looking at his interviewer, Blair tried not to shriek. This was the husky's last interview this week and he had to get this job, but looking at the fur questioning him it was easier said than done.
The whole room itself was sectioned off and surprisingly secluded from the rest of the floor. On the opposite end of a large mahogany desk, silhouetted in an executive's chair in front of the wall-sized window was Blair's old highschool ex-boyfriend, Dau. Physically, the coyote was larger and more built than before, certainly bigger than Blair. He wore tight-fitting fancy business attire as if he had a personal dresser, a far cry from his old baggy clothes years ago. Thinking back on his cockiness when they were together in high school, it appeared to have doubled since then.
"What are the odds!" He started, "This is a little weird, isn't it? Good to see you're well, Blair. You look great." Dau said with a smile, his tail wagging behind him. Blair's paws curled into little fists. Drawing in a sharp breath, the husky took a moment to collect himself. This was just an interview, nothing more and nothing less. Why was he thinking things were going to be weird? Even if his ex would be his potential boss, what did it matter? They weren't dating anymore and Blair knew there wasn't much the coyote could offer him.
"Dau Conaghan. You're, uh... Doing pretty good, I see!" Blair said, putting on his best sham smile. He stood his lithe body up straight in his seat, curled tail wagging a little behind him at the prospect of some proper income.
"All I got up to after high school was this job. I just got lucky. That's all this business seems to be, anyway; just luck. Anyway, how have you been? It's been a little while, eh?" Dau asked, sitting back casually. Blair raised an eyebrow; the coyote was far too relaxed, much more than Blair recalled him being.
"I've been good! Still painting whenever I have time, just trying to take care of my mom in-between things. Working on my computer science degree and I'm trying to hone my skills, so I applied here! It's uh... Nice to see you again too." He said. Please don't call me on my bullshit, he thought to himself. I need this job.
Looking over Dau's new form, he couldn't help but imagine what parts of him must have looked like underneath those fancy clothes since he last saw them. Even his muzzle was clean-shaven and neat in comparison to how he used to be. Come on, Blair, think about the job, _he told himself. _Think about the job; don't be creepy.
From across the desk, Dau looked as if he was undressing the husky with his eyes. Blair shuffled a bit in his seat and bowed his muzzle, trying to hide his heated face. His maw was filled with sand all of a sudden. _ _
"You picked the right place! I hate to say it Blair but I've got a huge line of up of folks waiting for this job. As much as I'd love to catch up, we'll need to get the interview underway and I will be evaluating your answers as fairly as I can, even with our... unique history." Dau said, getting up and walking around the desk toward the husky. He was close to Blair now, the coyote's crotch at level with his muzzle. With a wave, the sandpaper sensation in his maw evaporated. No, just relax. Think about the job. He's just your interviewer.
"I know you won't try to butter me up or anything, but them's the rules. Let's kick it off." Dau said, leaning back on his desk, "How are your oral skills? I remember you were always good with your muzzle."
"M-My what!?" Blair gulped. It was getting difficult forcing himself not to stare directly at the Dau's crotch.
"Your speaking skills." Dau said with a laugh, "If I asked you to give a presentation or something, how do you think you'd handle it?"
"Oh, uh... Very well! Sometimes I teach minor stuff in college; oil painting and stuff like that, so..." He trailed off; his nose was picking up Dau's scent from how close he was. He ground his rump down onto his seat and suddenly spaced out; some primal, wicked urge within him asked him to openly nuzzle into Dau's crotch and sniff more. Wait, _Blair thought to himself, _What the fuck is wrong with me...?
"Do you engage well in teams or do you prefer more... one on one kinda thing?" Dau asked. Blair didn't realize it but he hadn't been maintaining eye contact like a professional would. He snapped out of it and cleared his throat, eyes meeting Dau's attentively.
"I prefer something more... Personal and one on one, to be transparent. I'm fully capable of working within a team when needed; though I favor working... closely with one person." Blair replied. It was starting to dawn on him how easy it was talking to Dau but he nevertheless fought to keep his paws to himself; something about the other male's scent was driving him up the wall and each passing second was getting difficult not to molest his would-be boss.
"Gotta agree. I've always preferred a more paws-on personal approach..." Dau said, licking his chops at the last bit. Blair couldn't suppress his blush now. Immediately, the husky folded and looked downward, eyes darting on and off of Dau's crotch. Relax, he told himself. Relax, think about the job.
What if I just gave it a little touch...?
"Blair? You all good?" the coyote said with a tone of concern. His legs were opened slightly, no doubt just to carelessly relax himself but exposing his bulge just enough for Blair to get a mental image of how much Dau had grown since they last had sex. Something unruly within him practically demanded he reach out and touch it, as if he was on a diet and the coyote was a tasty, forbidden snack. Be serious, he thought. Think about this, don't be unprofessional, you need the money... Think about the job...
Blair heard the coyote growl out quietly as he buried his nose into Dau's crotch, easily pressing into the hefty and firm reward on the other side of the fabric. The coyote's musk fully overran Blair's nose all thoughts of his current situation dissolved. As if drunk, Blair figured if this wouldn't land him the job, nothing would. His paws were already working at Dau's belt. _Fuck it, _he thought to himself.
"Yeah, you still have a thing for me too, huh..? Likewise... Mmf, keep going, don't worry about anyone seeing..." the coyote said, a large paw gripping Blair's dyed ponytail. Tugging Dau's pants down, a thick coyote cock landed on Blair's muzzle accompanied by a soft, fleshy thud. It was as hot as a fire and the tip of it glistened with precum. Dau leaned back further to give the husky room to work.
Without any second thoughts, Blair sealed his lips around the tip of that thick coyote cock, slurping it over and beginning to service it. After parting with it for so long, Blair was practically worshiping it, kissing over each inch; Dau's dick was thicker and longer, much bigger than he remembered. He couldn't help himself; his initial strategy of keeping things professional was invaded and replaced with raw, savage-like lust. Above him, the coyote murred approvingly; Blair felt that paw tighten around his ponytail.
"_Fffffuck, _Blair..." Dau growled, "You're even better than I remember... Mmff, might even just give you the job now..."
Blair felt Dau's strong paw hold his muzzle in place. Eagerly, the husky tugged the coyote's pants further down to his knees. With a grunt, Dau began to fuck Blair's muzzle; the husky gagged and forced himself to relax while the coyote's thrusts ravished his maw. His cock was about to burst through his pants with how hard it was. He knew he was shameless, doing this right here in the office for the sake of a job he might have landed by just talking. Being reunited with his ex like this filled him with a mix of adrenaline and feelings that equated to a runners-high like state; he couldn't deny himself any longer that there was still an underlying spark for his old flame of a coyote the moment he walked into his office.
He wanted this. He craved Dau and that heavy coyote dick. His eyes were welling but he persisted to keep servicing Dau. Those big paws tugged even tighter around his hair and he gagged, feeling a pair of heavy balls slapping in a rhythm against his chin; Dau was almost using the husky's maw like a pussy at this point. Blair's dick was hard as a rock and he was about to climax without it even being free from his pants.
"Here it comes... You gonna swallow like you used to...?" Dau said above him; Blair knew he wasn't asking. Like a good boy, the husky folded his paws on his lap and relaxed his throat.
In moments, Blair's throat was coated in coyote cum. With ease, he swallowed it all and thought of nothing else; in moments his stomach was filled with the warm, sticky, salty substance. Panting, Dau drew back a bit and undid his tie. Blair's lips pulled off of the coyote's cock with a satisfying _pop. _
"Damn, Blair. Even after all these years, nobody milks my cock like you..." Dau said with a sultry tone, "Safe to say you've passed the interview..."
Blair coughed, opening his cum-filled muzzle up to the coyote. With a loud gulp, he swallowed it all and opened again; clean and still slick, his maw ready to be fucked once more.
"I-I got the job..?" Blair panted out softly. His throat felt like rocks were grinding inside of it and he had trouble speaking, but kept his muzzle ajar in anticipation.
"Hold on," Dau said, reaching over his desk and clicking on an intercom. Blair closed his eyes and took the coyote into his maw again, intent on cleaning what he could of Dau's cock. Above him, Dau growled out approvingly again; his scent was still invading Blair's nose and he was immersed in it, eager just to be near the aroma.
"Hey, Deb, tell the rest of the candidates to- Rrrff... to come back tomorrow. I'm gonna be busy training one for the rest of the day. Maybe even do a little overtime." He said while looking down at Blair. A garbled female voice said something back to him. Blair took Dau's cock into his muzzle a bit deeper, his broad tongue lapping around it.
"Thanks, Deb," he said to the intercom. Then a paw grasped around Blair's ponytail once more.
"You're hired... Let's continue your training, shall we?"
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