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This is my first story on here and I decided to start with something that I'm not particularly strong at writing. Namely smut. This story just kind of got into my head and I needed to get it out. It's just pure, shameless smut. Enjoy!

Eric grumbled as he reorganized the chemicals and toiletries on the shelves. He hated having to pick up other workers' slack. The grey wolf had his own shit to do, he needed to start emptying out all the trash bins, restock the bathrooms, scrub the toilets and a bunch of other tedious shit.

Although it was dumb shit like this that had him almost thankful for the buildings design. it wasn't massive, in a manner of speaking, For a multi-billion dollar company he almost expected their building to be another skyscraper but thankfully that wasn't the case. Apparently the CEO wanted something more practical and functional. He was fine with that, he only needed to work on five floors, the downside being the building itself was almost like a high-end university campus so he had a lot of ground to cover for each floor.

He was still thankful that the scale was reduced, he had worked as a janitor for a different company the previous year, the building had been a skyscraper and he hated every fucking shift.

The only upside to the previous building was that the door to the supply room wasn't locking itself all the time, he still wasn't sure why management hadn't fixed the fucking door yet and it was starting to grate on him. Having to prop the door open with a bucket was annoying enough as it was, never mind the fear of accidentally-

A loud bang and someone swearing perked his ears right up. A dull thud made his ears swerve back as he recognized the sound. "No, no, no."

He rushed past the shelves, finally seeing an annoyed border collie in an office uniform getting ready to kick the bucket. Behind her the door was closed. "NO!" He screamed, startling the collie as he marched towards her.

She tried to say something but he pushed past her. "Hey!" He ignored her as he tried the door handle, sometimes they got lucky and it wouldn't lock itself. This was not one of those times, it wouldn't budge. "No, no. Fuck, FUCK!" he screamed as he slammed his fist against the door.

This was bad, this was really, REALLY fucking bad.

"I said hey!" He turned and finally acknowledged the border collie, paws on her hips, glaring at him with teeth bared. "Now I don't know who the hell you think you are but if you think for a second that-"

"Shut. Up." Eric growled as he leered down at the collie. "Do you have any fucking idea what you've just done?"

The dog recoiled, probably offended by the way he was speaking to her but Eric honestly could give less of a fuck at the moment. "Do you have any idea who you're speaking to? I will have your goddamn job!"

"Yeah? Good fucking luck with that. Go ahead, go talk to whoever it is that can fire me, go on." He growled. Stepping away so that she could make an attempt at the door.

"I don't need to talk to anyone. You can just pack up your shit and leave." She growled.

"Again, good fucking luck with that." He said as he gestured towards the door.

She narrowed her eyes at him, debating if she should press the issue. But eventually figured, like the rest of the suits in the building, that he wasn't worth it. "Whatever." She growled, turning away from him, towards the door.

Eric crossed his arms and waited. Watched as she grabbed the handle. Enjoyed the surprise on her face as it didn't turn. "The fuck?" She tried again, more aggressive this time. "What the fuck!" She screamed as she slammed her paw against the door and tried the handle again in vain.

"Yeaaaah, see the situation we're in now, sweetie?" Eric asked, his voice thick with sarcasm.

She turned to him, angry panic evident on her muzzle.

"The fuck is wrong with this door!?"

"As you can see." He said as he reached past her and lightly jiggled the handle. "It's locked up tight."

Her eyes widened as they darted between him and the door. "Well then fix it!"

"Lady, if I could've I would've done so already. I'm a janitor, not a locksmith. Why do you think the bucket was there?"

"Fine, then call someone for help! Don't just stand there being useless!"

He resisted the urge to curl his lip and bare his teeth at her. "It's seven, everyone's already done for the day. There's no one else in the building, besides it wouldn't work." he tapped against the door receiving a dull, metallic thud for every tap. "It's built like an industrial storeroom, we may as well be in a bomb shelter."

He knew exactly what she was going to say next and cut her off before she could say it "Oh and forget phones, the metal and concrete fucks with the signal." He held up his phone, showing that there were no bars.

She pulled out her own cell phone, hoping he was wrong, the way her ears pinned to her skull was all he needed to know. The reality of the situation was sinking in for the border collie. "Fuck. FUCK!" she screamed as she turned around and kicked the bucket into one of the shelves, knocking down supplies that he'd just organized. At this point however, he honestly couldn't give a fuck.

"Well then what the fuck are we supposed to do?!" She screamed at him.

He shrugged. "Pull up a chair, get comfy, if you've games on your phone then hey you can at least entertain yourself."

"Well how long are we supposed to wait for?" she growled.

"Well, my shift is five until one, it's past seven now and since no one is ever here early... I'd say six hours, at least"

Her jaw dropped as she stared at him. "Six hours." she said slowly. A sharp inhale that slowly turned into a low growl. "We're supposed to wait here... For. Six. Fucking. HOURS!?"

"Yup, thanks for that."

"No, no, no, no, NO. I am not spending half the night here! I have shit I'm supposed to do! What about food? A bathroom?"

He moved a stack of boxes revealing a mini fridge. On top of it a microwave. "There's enough food and drinks in here to last us the night. Surprisingly there's also a bathroom in the back. Don't ask why, the best we could figure was that this was supposed to be an office or a small break area before they decided on a better location."

"How." She said, slowly taking all of this in. "How the fuck are you so calm about this right now?"

He stood in front of her and glared down at her. He was easily a head taller than her and twice her size, which made intimidation very easy. "Would you rather I be angry? I can be angry. Who the fuck do you think I'm going to direct my anger at? The bucket? Noooo, the bucket was doing its fucking job until SOMEBODY kicked it over."

The collie instinctively backed away, gritting her teeth and forcing herself not to growl as she stayed silent. She probably understood that their current situation was her fault, she didn't like it or even want to admit it but she did know it. She also understood that the wolf in front of her could probably do anything he wanted, and who was going to stop him? At least Eric was pretty sure that was her current thought process.

That was enough to calm him down as he started pulling the fold out desk and chairs from behind one of the shelves against the wall. After he set those up he reached into the fridge, pulled out a couple of drinks and sandwiches and set them on the table.

"Have at it." He said as he sat down.

The collie, realizing there was nothing else to be done, let out an annoyed huff as she sat in the other chair and started typing away at her phone.

Three hours passed and Eric was almost ready to kill himself. He'd distracted himself with games, videos, eaten three sandwiches already and had finally reached his limit of not going stir crazy. He was restless and irritated, more so than he thought he'd be for the situation. The collie, who refused to acknowledge him had been doing the same, playing with her phone, eating some of the food and had recently wandered off to the bathroom.

Now that he thought of it, she'd left a while ago. It had to have been twenty minutes by now. Whatever, if she was going to be all huffy about a situation that she created than she could go do whatever the fuck she wanted. But now that he was alone he decided it was a good time to enjoy it. He put his phone down, leaned his head back and inhaled deeply in an attempt to relax his frayed nerves.

Except that it didn't help him to relax, rather he felt more restless. He sniffed the air again and caught a scent. It was strong, how hadn't he noticed it before? Probably because he'd been busy trying to distract himself. It seemed familiar, like he was supposed to know what it was. Oddly enough the border collies scent was mixed in, but there was something-

"Oh fucking hell." Eric growled as he realized what the scent was. Heat, the collie was in heat! Now it was no wonder why he was getting so agitated. It didn't even matter that the room smelled like chemicals, most of them were packed up or in plastic containers so it did very little to really cover up the collie's scent. On top of that the room was sealed pretty tight, there was a vent but not enough air flow to clear out the scents, meaning it was going to linger for far longer than he'd like.

The bathroom door opened and immediately the scent intensified. So much so that Eric had to consciously keep himself from choking on the cocktail of scents and hormones that flooded the room. This was bad, he was one of the few that was 'weak to heat' as it was called, meaning if he was around another canine while they were in heat the effect was going to hit him harder than usual. He was already being affected, evident by the sudden, painful tightness in his pants.

The collie quickly sat back in her chair without a word. While she looked composed it was easy to tell that she was flustered and was trying to hide it. Eric couldn't help but glare at her. He now had a good idea as to why she had taken so long, and why the scent was even stronger now.

Apparently she felt his stare because she looked up at him from the corner of her eye. "What?" She almost sounded as agitated as he felt.

Heat was a natural biological function and it couldn't be helped, Eric knew that, he could've been nice about the situation. Could've, however he had little patience when it came to stupid shit, and considering how badly he was being affected he doubted he'd be able to play it off politely.

"I could smell you from the bathroom." It came out as an unintentional growl.

Her ears perked up in surprise and she stared at him, probably mortified by his blatant statement and the fact that he knew. It shouldn't have been a surprise though, since they were both canines it meant they had an excellent sense of smell.

"Oh"

"Yeah. Oh." Eric huffed as he shook his head. "And guess what, the ventilation in here is shit. You've practically hot boxed the room."

She turned away from him as her ears pinned to her head, barely keeping the rest of her composure. "Fuck."

"Yep, thanks for that."

"Oh fuck you!" The collie snapped as she slammed her fist against the table. "You think I want to be stuck in here anymore than you do? Especially when I'm in heat? Do you have any idea how much this sucks?"

Eric tightened his paws into fists, claws digging into his palms in an effort to remain calm. Not that he was angry from her outburst, but that fierce look on her muzzle was really fucking hot. He tried to keep his breathing calm and steady, a futile attempt considering what was lingering in the air.

"I can imagine that it sucks, however this sucks for me just as much as it does you."

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Oh I'm so fucking sure, yeah you're going to get a little amped up, big fucking deal."

"I'd be so fucking lucky if that was the case. Guess what? It's not." He growled, focusing on digging the claws deeper into his palms, pain was a helpful distraction. "I'm weak to the scent. I'm not talking 'get a little distracted on the job' weak, no. I'm talking 'I need actual medication so I don't lose my fucking mind every time the women around me start sending out fuck me signals' kind of weak."

This got a raised brow from her. He thought that would have more impact but apparently not.

"Then take your damn medication." Well... it was a reasonable enough suggestion, under normal circumstances.

"I did, but it's worn off already. Gets me through transit on the way to work and the first couple hours of my shift. Just enough time until everyone's cleared out of the building."

That definitely got a reaction out of her as she stared at him in disbelief. "Are you kidding me? You didn't think about bringing it with you?"

"There's never anyone else here during my shift, there's no one out on the way home, why the fuck would I need to bring it?"

"That's... a good point." she mumbled.

"Yeah, so we're both fucked." Eric said as he leaned back in his seat and groaned.

Maybe fifteen minutes of silence passed. In that time Eric became even more restless. On top of that the tightness in his pants was now excruciating, begging for any kind of release at this point. It didn't help that his eyes kept wandering back to the border collie. Her initial stunt of trapping them in here had put him off earlier but now that he wasn't focused on that his attention drifted elsewhere.

She was definitely easy on the eyes. Her fur looked soft and neatly brushed, no doubt she put effort into it. Her uniform was tight around her lithe body showing off her curves in a way that should've been illegal. He couldn't help but imagine what was underneath the uniform, or rather what he'd find underneath once he tore it off of her. Wondering if she was loud or quiet, from her attitude he figured she'd be a howler for sure. How many times he could knot her, she may be smaller than him by a lot but he was sure she could take it. Filling her with his seed, making sure that there wasn't a chance in hell she was leaving here without a litter properly fucked into her-

He vigorously shook his head and bolted from his chair, startling the collie. He needed to get away from her, even for a few minutes to cool his head and the only place available was the bathroom. Once he was inside he regretted it, the scent was as strong in here as it was out there.

But it gave him one moment of peace as he quickly undid his belt and dropped both his pants and boxer briefs in one fluid motion. He breathed a sigh of relief as his erection was finally free, taking immense satisfaction in that small comfort. Still, he knew that it wouldn't go away unless he did something about it.

Considering how long the collie had been in here earlier and from how strong her scent still was he could take a guess as to what she'd been up to, definitely not the intended use of the bathroom. 'Hey if she took care of herself then there's no reason I shouldn't be allowed to'

That was all the self convincing he needed as he lightly gripped his erect member, a small hiss escaped him as he realized how sensitive it was. When was the last time he even masturbated? Hell when was the last time he'd even had sex? Way too fucking long for either. He wrapped his paw around the tip, coating it with the beady drops of pre, slowly working it over his shift until it was nice and slick. He drifted back to his earlier thoughts as he stroked himself, ripping that uniform off the collie, taking his time exploring every inch of that supple body. Fucking her in every position he could possibly think of, knotting her and finally filling her up with his-

"Oh my god what the fuck are you doing!?" He was broken from his fantasy and stumbled as he saw the collie standing in the doorway looking completely horrified and disgusted. He hadn't even heard her opening the door. She marched towards him and started smacking him.

"Pig! Mongrel! You absolutely filthy, perverted mutt! What is wrong with-"

Eric grabbed her wrist mid swing and spun her directly into the wall. Not hard enough to knock the wind out of her but definitely enough to daze her. He was done with this shit.

"I WAS trying to take care of this before I did something really stupid, but now." He pressed his body against hers, completely pinning her against the wall as he stared into her eyes. "I'm thinking stupid might've actually been a great idea."

The collie was stunned, not just from having her back slammed into the wall but from the wolf pressing himself against her. "What the fuck do you think-" she was cut off as he bit her ear, instead eliciting a small whine from her.

"What am I doing?" Eric growled into her ear as he hiked her skirt up with his free paw, roughly grabbing her ass as he did. Nice and firm, she took good care of herself. "I think I'm dealing with both of our issues."

"I-issues?" The collie breathed, inhaling sharply as Eric gripped tighter, his claws digging in. He gave an experimental thrust to see how she reacted. She was panting now, shaking, but not because she was scared. The cocktail of scents in the small room became much stronger, no doubt they were starting to affect her.

"Yeah, issues. I'm guessing your issue is that you aren't being fucked right now, heats a helluva thing and I'm sure you'd be feeling a lot better afterwards." He pressed himself firmly against her, his stiff member grinding against her between her thighs. The whine that escaped her told him that she knew exactly what she was dealing with. Nearly as thick as her wrist and much larger than she ever thought another canine could be. He could tell her panties were soaked, he could feel it starting to coat his shaft now, making it more slick with every teasing thrust.

"T-That's not- But you're..." She panted out, taking several moments, trying to collect her thoughts. A difficult effort considering her nose was being assaulted by his scent now on top of being pinned against him. "Don't fucking know you."

He released his grip on her wrist and brought his paw under her muzzle, tilting her head up so she had no choice but to look at him. "I'm Eric, nice to formally meet you." He couldn't help the small laugh, there was nothing formal about this, especially her expression. She was flustered, embarrassed, probably a little angry but he could still see a hint of excitement. It was incredibly hot. Deciding to test just how reciprocating she'd be he dipped down and kissed her.

She stiffened, but it was momentary as she quickly melted into him, she roughly gripped his shirt as their tongues lashed and she started to grind her hips to match his, saliva dribbling past their lips. It was a rough, sloppy kiss and it was deliriously fucking good. She pulled back for a moment still panting, her expression had changed, hardened. She was glaring at him and looked angrier than before. He was surprised she'd managed to compose herself that quickly.

"You're still a fucking bastard, I want to make that clear now."

He couldn't help the lewd grin as he licked his chops. "Oh, I think I can live with that." He said as he backed away half a step so he could undo the buttons of her suit jacket. He grabbed the front of the collies buttoned up shirt underneath and tore it open, sending buttons scattering across the bathroom. Before she could begin to protest he kissed her again, more roughly this time, pulling her against him and grinding the tip of his cock against her.

She reached around and roughly gripped the scruff on the back of his neck in response while her other paw worked on a half hearted attempt of lifting his shirt off. He growled impatiently at how long everything was taking so he quickly lifted the shirt off and tossed it. Pausing for a moment to kick off the jeans and underwear still pooled around his feet before he grabbed her by the hips and spun her around, leaning her against the counter. He quickly and roughly pulled off her panties before lifting her up, setting her down on the counter, figuring this should be the right height for quick and easy entry. He needed inside of her now.

As soon as he spread her legs and started guiding his tip in, her eyes widened and ears shot up. "Wait! hold on a-oooh!" She moaned as his first thrust sank his cock half way inside her, her silky folds wrapping around him and soaking him in delirious heat. She was almost painfully tight and he had to take a moment, he wanted to last more than a few minutes.

"F-fucking bastard." She growled, trying to look angry but failing miserably. Even more so when he bucked hard and her head flew back.

"Thought we already established that? Right?" He emphasized the last word with a few more powerful thrusts.

She was already panting and trying to find anything she could to get a stable grip on, she settled for the edge of the counter and the fur of his chest.

"Not what I meant!" She snapped, roughly yanking his chest scruff so he was almost nose to nose with her and her snarling muzzle. She was good at quickly composing herself, he was excited to see how many more times she'd be able to do that before she was an absolute mess. "What about a condom, jackass?"

Hmm. Reasonable enough, he hadn't even thought of it.

"Too bad, don't have any." Her ears swerved back and low whine escaped her, she looked at him almost pleadingly. He almost thought she couldn't turn him on anymore than she already had but she proved him wrong with her expression alone.

"Be honest, do you actually want me to stop because of that?" He asked, making sure to add a few sharp thrusts in before she could answer properly. Although he decided to play nice for the moment and gave her a few moments to actually answer.

Her eyes were half lidded and darkened as she tried to recover. "I- You shouldn't- we" A few more sharp thrusts had her eyes rolling back and another whine escaped her.

He grabbed her muzzle and forced her to lock eyes with him "That's not a yes or no. Answer me properly bitch; Do you want me to stop because of some shit like that?"

"N-no. B-but" Another sharp thrust quickly silenced her.

"Then there we go. That's all there is too it." Before she could continue to protest he began fucking her in earnest, he marveled at just how good she felt, every thrust enveloped his cock in that silky smooth, slick warmth. It didn't take long before he was hilting her, feeling her soaking fur against his. She either realized that further protest was useless or she was too focused on being filled with wolf cock. She matched his thrusts, grinding her hips to his rhythm. Her juices and his pre cum splashing onto the counter and floor, soaking into their fur. Every time he pounded into her a lewd squelch echoed.

Her clothes must have started getting uncomfortable as she disposed of the suit jacket and blouse hastily, he finally got a decent look at her. The fur from under her muzzle down to her crotch was pure white with the exception of her sides which were black, all of that fur was tussled now and it gave her a kinda cute, unkempt appearance, a stark contrast to her previously neatly groomed self. The lacy black bra, while nice to look at, was getting in the way of what he wanted.

"Off." He snarled as he roughly tugged on the remaining article

She got the message and quickly reached back to unhook it, once it was undone he grabbed it and tore it off of her. Not the biggest he'd ever seen but still nice and perky. She gasped and panted as he leaned down to suckle her nipple, teasing it mercilessly with his tongue as he did. He slowed his pace just so he could enjoy this, didn't need to try bobbing for apples. This got an even better reaction from her as she wrapped her arms around his head to keep him close and hooked her legs around his thighs, unintentionally pushing his cock in deeper. Quiet moans and soft whines were the only thing his hearing became aware of. When her claws started digging into the back of his head he bucked hard, forcing a sharp choking gasp from her.

A sharp whistling escaped her clenched teeth as she ground against him, he could feel she was getting close now. Who was he to deny a lady her well earned satisfaction? He grabbed her hips and began pounding into her, holding nothing back as he hilted her in quick succession. Her eyes rolled back, her tongue was lolled out the side of her mouth and she seemed to be choking on every breath, as if breathing itself was a struggle. It was almost immediate, the moment her walls started to clench and wrap around his cock like a fucking vice, trying to suckle and squeeze it for everything it had , her ears pinned to her head as her whole body convulsed, her thighs snapped closed as she let loose a near sobbing howl.

That had to have been one of the most intense orgasms Eric had ever witnessed. Or ever felt, it took him several moments to compose himself, he could feel his knot starting to grow from that and knew he wasn't going to last much longer like this. Apparently She knew this too as she mumbled something.

"What was that?"

"Don't knot me." She whined, eyes hooded and darkened but still pleading.

He almost wanted to oblige her. Almost. However he was too close now and knew that there wasn't a chance in hell of that happening, not after all of this. He'd come this far and he wasn't going to be satisfied until he'd properly fucked a litter into the collie bitch.

"Be honest, is that really what you want?"

"Ye-" She was cut off as he sharply thrusted and hilted her completely. letting it stay buried inside of her, his tip nudging against her very womb, his semi inflated knot grinding against her insides.

"Don't lie to me." He growled as he bit down on her ear. "Tell me the truth, do you want this knot? Yes or no."

She remained silent for a moment, another sharp buck of his hips and she let out a choked "Yes!"

He grabbed her muzzle and forced her to look at him again "You want me to fill you up right?"

"You really shoul-" He cut her off once again with several sharp thrusts.

"That wasn't the fucking question." he snarled.

"Yes! Yes, I want you to fucking fill me!" She sobbed out.

"Good girl, was that so hard?"

"Fuck you! Just hurry up and fuck m~e!" her last word came out as a high pitched whine as he obliged and continued to fuck her, frantic, erratic thrusts as he completely filled her cunt with his cock. Every inch grating against her walls and making sure nothing was left untouched and unsullied by him. It was getting difficult now, he actually had to make an effort to push his knot in, every buck of his hips lifted her hips off the counter and she howled in response. With one final, definitive thrust his knot finally sank it with a lewd squelching pop. He was completely locked in tight now.

Short frantic thrusts followed, trying to bury his cock even further inside the border collie. This brought her back over the edge as her claws dug into his chest and she curled up against his body, her folds tightening and coaxing his cock and knot was more than he could handle. When his peaked slammed into him he bit into her shoulder and groaned. She gripped him tightly and howled as thick ropes of his virile seed filled her, every hitching thrust released another rope of his cum, no question that he was filling her womb, claiming the bitch tied to him completely.

He leaned into her, completely still, his legs were shaking and he was almost afraid they'd give out on him. The border collie underneath him was twitching and spasming as she gasped for air.

"F-fuck." The collie gasped as she slowly leaned her head back. "F-fucking bastard."

"You... Enjoyed it." He panted. "Don't even.. try to deny it."

"N-not the f-fucking point!" She snapped as she pushed him and smacked his chest. "Fuck you just had to cum inside me, didn't you?"

He took a deep breath, enough to settle his breathing before he responded. "You're fucking right I did. And I know you wanted me to."

she growled at him as she smacked his chest again. "You're an asshole."

He couldn't help but laugh "I know, but you started it by being a bitch. Now you're my bitch."

"You fucking wish." She grumbled and rolled her eyes.

"My pups swimming around inside of you will be begging to differ in about nine months."

This time she let out a barking laugh. "Are you joking? I'm on the pill! Did you actually think I'd let a complete stranger knock me up? Doesn't matter how good it was, I'm not that heat drunk."

He blinked and frowned at her over this bit of news. "Then why the fuck were you trying to be so uptight about a condom?"

"Because I didn't want to walk out of her with cum dripping out of me the whole time! These clothes are expensive and I didn't want to stain them, or my fucking car seat."

Not what he was expecting but found that it was reasonable enough.

"Yeah, ok. That's fair." He said.

They stayed like that in silence, tied and unwilling to move until the border collie finally groaned. "Can we please move? This is really uncomfortable now."

Eric snorted, well she did ask nicely, he could return the sentiment. "Sure, I can do that." He lifted her off the counter, almost laughing as she scrambled to wrap her arms and legs around him so that she wouldn't fall. As he walked out of the bathroom and towards their previous spot he felt her shaking against him, quiet gasps escaped her. When he sat down in one of the chairs and her full weight fell on him she convulsed and curled into him as a whine escaped, her walls clenching around him just like before, his saw stars in his vision and he groaned in response to the sudden, intense sensation on his sensitive cock. It really was like a fucking vice.

"Did you cum again? Just from that?" He asked without hiding his amusement.

She growled as she looked up with a half hearted glare, still curled against him. "You're fucking huge." She muttered.

Well, he certainly wasn't going to argue that!

Deciding to play with her a little more he quickly bucked his hips once. She went ramrod still. She quickly hardened her glare and bared teeth, he simply gave her his most innocent smile in return.

"Sorry, it was a twitch."

"You are such a fucking asshole."

"Yeah?" He said, as he leaned closer to her muzzle and grinned. "Is that right?"

"Yes you're a complete and total asshooooole~!" She squealed out the last syllable of the word as he grabbed her hips and ground his into her. He wasn't going to be satisfied just with this. He wanted to see if he could make her cum again. He sat up straight so he could bite into her shoulder. Wrapping his arms around her waist he bucked up and into her frantically. The collie howled out as she wrapped her arms around his neck in an attempt to brace herself. He really hadn't thought this through, both his cock and knot were still sensitive, it also didn't help that his first batch of seed already soaking inside of her was also acting as lubricant that coaxed him further over the edge.

Fuck, he was already feeling the beginnings of another orgasm, but he wasn't going to cum again until she did. Which he didn't have to wait for much longer as her arms squeezed around his neck and she let loose another sobbing howl into his ear, her hips grinding and humping into his crotch mercilessly. The second her slick walls convulsed and clenched around him he reached his peak with her, filling her up with several more ropes of his seed until he was sure that not a single fucking inch of her insides hadn't been painted white with his cum. He was surprised he still had that much left in him, he really was pent up.

The moment she regained her senses she let out a genuinely angry growl "What the fuck is wrong with you!?" She snapped and smacked his chest again. That one had actually hurt.

Eric shrugged in response. "Apparently I'm an asshole. Besides you're really cute when you cum." This earned him a confused look from the collie. "Your ears pin to your head, which is adorable and having you curl into me was so fucking satisfying."

She stared at him blankly, as if processing if he'd actually said that or not. This confused Eric, what was the stare for? "What? Didn't know that?"

A low rumble escaped her as she shook her head. "No, no one's ever said anything about it."

"And you never clued into it becaaaauuse?" He drawled.

"I don't know!" She snapped as she ran a paw through her head fur. "My mind just, I don't know, it whites out! I'm barely able to focus on anything else when it happens."

That was actually kind of interesting, she'd never been told about it before? He was sure something like that would be brought up in conversation at some point. "I guess you and your boyfriends never did much pillow talk, huh?"

That, surprisingly, got a decent laugh out of her. "Boyfriends? I haven't dated in fucking years. Few one night stands here and there, ya know? Not enough time for actual pillow talk."

Eric nodded as he took this in. "Well, as someone who isn't taking off on you anytime soon, I'm going to tell you that it really is adorable and very fucking satisfying."

She stared at him curiously, not angry or confused. Just curious, It was an interesting expression on the collie. "Thanks...I guess."

"Sure."

They didn't say or do anything else as they sat there. While she was a snug fit and her cunt felt deliriously good, Eric didn't want to be tied to her the whole time, he had other plans and he couldn't do anything until his knot had deflated. After a reasonable amount of time had passed he nudged the collie, indicating that she should try getting up. She obliged and as she stood up, sliding off of his cock, his seed began to spill out of her in a steady stream. It coated his half erect member, the fur on his stomach and was pooling onto the floor.

"Turn around and bend over." Eric ordered to the collie's surprise. It looked like she might refuse but probably thought better of it, realizing that if she didn't do it herself he'd probably make her anyways. She turned to face away from him and bent over until her paws were touching the floor, spreading her legs out as did so he could get a clear look at her well used, soaked and creamy cunt. His seed was still spilling out of her and he couldn't help but admire his handiwork. Grabbing her rear with both paws and spreading her cheeks so that he could truly take it all in. It also had the unintended effect of spilling even more of his seed, he really had been pent up, this was probably several months worth. To his surprise the collies tail started wagging in response.

"You're such a pervert." The collie grumbled.

"Look who's talking." Eric said as he flicked her tail. "Don't fucking lie you're actually enjoying all of this." When she didn't say anything in response he tightened his grip on her rear, a surprised yelp escaped the collie as she felt his claws. "Aren't you?"

A small rumble came from the collie as she turned her head to look back at him. "So what? It's been ages since I've had a halfway decent fuck. Paws and toys only go so far, a lady has needs!"

Eric nodded his head while giving her a look that said 'That's a fair point'. Speaking of needs; He smacked her ass and ordered her to "Stand up and turn around" She complied and stood in front of him, he flashed her a lewd grin and licked his chops. She looked like a well fucked mess, her fur was tussled, she looked completely flustered and his seed had not spared her thighs from their sticky assault despite how much had ended up on him and the floor, but he knew he could do much better. He grabbed her bunched up skirt and roughly pulled it down, he didn't even need to tell her to step out of it as she willingly did so on her own.

"On your knees." She flashed him an irritated look but he knew better now, it was all an act, some small way to hold onto whatever dignity she had left so that she didn't completely look like the slut she really was. his point proven when she kneeled in front of him without a word of protest.

"You've helped make quiet a mess of my fur, start cleaning." When she didn't immediately move he grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and forcefully pulled her down. "Bitch, did you not hear me? I told you to clean up your mess." She finally got the hint as a low growl escaped her and started to lap at the pool of cum on his stomach. She could growl as much as she wanted, he knew she was enjoying this as she sensually splayed her fingers into his sides and her tail started wagging behind her.

"Mmm, good girl." He said as he released his grip on her scruff and opted for her ears instead. Holding her in place as she slowly and thoroughly groomed him with her satin like tongue. Long, broad, painfully slow strokes assaulted his stomach as she worked to thoroughly lap up all of his cum, it took her some time as quite a lot had spilled out on him but she was making good work. It also worked to harden his member once again, pressing against the fur of her throat. He almost wondered if she'd even noticed it but knew that she had when he saw her wagging tail had picked up speed.

When she had mostly cleaned him off he tugged on one of her ears to get her attention. She looked up at him confused. "Good girl, you cleaned me off really well, but that's not the only part of me you need to clean off." she lifted her head and looked down at the now fully erect member that had been right under her muzzle. To his surprise there were now growls of anger, no glares. Instead what really surprised him and caused him to go completely still was when she took his entire length into her muzzle until he felt her cold nose pressing into his saliva soaked fur. A heady groan escaped the wolf from the completely unexpected act. He'd told her to clean him off but this was much better by comparison. The collie didn't pull up for air, simply running her claws through his fur as she suckled on his cock while her ample tongue swirled around it.

Eric couldn't believe how good this was, he honestly hadn't expected her to be anywhere near this incredible but he was more than glad to have been proven wrong. He pushed her head down further until he heard a muffled, wet choke from the collie, even still she didn't try to retreat and continued on. When he did release her she finally came up for a gasping breath, almost immediately resuming as she took his cock and furiously bobbed her head, one paw stroking whatever length that wasn't in her mouth. Eric's toes curled and he started panting, this was without question the greatest blowjob of his entire fucking life!

A brief respite from her furious sucking as her mouth opened wide and she licked his entire length from the knot to his tip with her broad silky smooth tongue. The collie continued this furiously as if she was on mission. She alternated between lapping his length and suckling on the very tip of his cock which sent powerful waves of pleasure throughout his body. He was getting close now, his loins aching with the anticipation of a third round. His breathing hitched and his ears pinned, which didn't go unnoticed by the collie as she once again took the entirety of his cock into her muzzle and suckled fiercely. He pushed her head down as his third orgasm hit, thick ropes splashing against the roof of her mouth and the back of her throat. A gurgled choke from the collie was soon replaced by greedy, rapid gulps as she tried to swallow all of the cum spilling into her mouth.

When his twitching cock finally relaxed and the spurts of seed ceased he leaned his head back, marveling in the afterglow of what he'd just experienced. A small hiss and whine escaped him as she resumed lapping at his cock, cleaning off any remains that she could find. When she finally stopped he forced his head back up and stared at her in bewilderment.

She frowned at him in confusion. "What?"

He shook his head at her, continuing to give her a bewildered stare. "Where the fuck... did THAT come from?"

She shrugged in response. "What? I really like giving blowjobs, it's not a big deal."

A low, rumbling laugh escaped him as he leaned his head back once again. "It is when it's the best blowjob you've ever gotten."

"Oh?" He could feel the collies paws on his thighs, using them to stand herself up before settling into his lap, his now deflating member pressed against her dripping sex. He looked back up to see the collie resting her arms against his shoulders and giving him a lewd grin of her own. "Is that right?"

He couldn't help but return one of his own, undeniable satisfaction that he'd won, in a manner of speaking. She was dropping the act. "I'm not even going to bullshit you. Every other blowjob from now on is going to suck, nothing will top that."

A satisfied grin curled her muzzle as she stared down at him. "Well, I thought it would be fair. After All, I doubt anyone is ever going to top anything you've done."

"Oh, you've seen nothing yet."

***

"Harder! Harder! Yes, that's it! Fuck your bitch! Fill her up! Please fucking fill me!" The collie screamed as her claws scrapped the table while Eric mercilessly thrust into her from behind. He could feel this was the last he had in him. Since that first blowjob he'd already fucked her against the table. Had her blow him again, covering her muzzle and body in his seed the second time. Pounded her against the wall and was finally finishing up by fucking her doggystyle against the fold out table, amazed that it had withstood their feral rutting. She let out a lust crazed howl as he knotted her for the fourth time that night and spilled the last of his remaining seed into her well used cunt. His legs were threatening to give out, every muscle in his body burned something fierce and it was taking every effort not to pass out as he leaned onto the panting, twitching collie and rested on top of her.

With their brief respite he hazarded a glance around the room. Pools and splashes of his precum, seed and her juices were everywhere. He almost felt bad for Frank, the other janitor. Poor old coyote was going to smell this rut fest for weeks!

That thought slammed him back into reality, wide awake. He hadn't checked the time since they'd first started. They'd been at this for a while now, more than two hours he was sure. He desperately looked around for his phone but couldn't find it, realizing that it was still in his pants pocket in the bathroom. He found the collies phone on the floor by his feet, he reached his foot out and using the claws of his toes managed to edge it closer. He couldn't reach down to pick it up but he could see the time on the screen.

12:35am

"Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit!" Eric swore as he raked his paw through his head fur. Fuck! They only had twenty-five minutes until Frank got here and he knew it was still going to be awhile before his knot deflated enough. to withdraw. Ten minutes, if they were lucky.

"wuz wrung?" The collie slurred. Head still resting against the table, she was a right fucking mess now and he needed her to be presentable in the time they didn't have.

No use trying to hide it. "We have twenty-five minutes until the next janitor takes over for me."

This gave the collie a burst of energy as she raised herself from the table and turned to look back at him, her panic mirroring his. "Are you fucking serious!? Shit!"

"Ok, ok. Uhh.. fuck." Eric stammered as he tried to figure out what to do. He took a deep breath and focused on collecting his thoughts "Ok, ok, first things first. Get un-knotted. Second, bathroom to clean up and grab our clothes. Third, uhhh... clean up everything we possibly can. Fourth, pray to whatever fucking god you believe in that Frank is late again."

"Ok... Yeah, I can do that." The collie said as she took a deep, steadying breath of her own.

They waited a painfully long ten minutes for Eric's knot to deflate. They really didn't have the luxury of time here but he knew that trying to force it wouldn't help the situation. He pulled back desperately and gasped as his knot came free. It hadn't fully deflated but it was good enough.

The collie collapsed into the table and shuddered. "F-fuck, warn me!"

"Sorry, sorry!" Eric apologized as he helped her up and half carried her back to the bathroom, having the foresight to grab her skirt along the way. As soon as they reached the bathroom he helped her lean against the counter. Grabbing his clothes and setting a record for the fastest he'd ever dressed himself in his life. He grabbed the collies clothes and tossed them to her, helping her however he could. The cum dripping down her thighs and chest were a lost cause, too much and not enough time, but she was able to clean it off of her muzzle. He pulled the phone out of his pocket and checked the time

12:53am

They only had seven minutes left, that was just enough time for Eric to start the real damage control. He left the collie to finish cleaning off whatever she could in the remaining time as he started grabbing everything he'd need. The mop and bucket hiding in the mop closet by the bathroom, scented aerosol cans, paper towels and the strongest smelling detergent he could find. He ripped a bag open and sprinkled it into the mop bucket, he pulled the hose out from the closet and turned the knob, a stream of hot water filling the bucket. He didn't need much, just enough to clean off the floor.

Once it was done filling he started working rapidly and mechanically. He did a quick wet mop to properly clean up their bodily fluids, squeezed out the mop and followed with a dry mop so that it would dry faster, making sure there was no trace left behind. He hastily dumped the muddled water into the closet and sprayed one of the cans to hide any possible lingering scent. He wiped off the chairs, the table, the wall he'd had her up against. Everything looked good. It clicked that they'd started in the bathroom and he rushed back in to finish the job.

The collie was adjusting her shirt as best as she could, brushing her cheek fur so she looked more presentable, he was honestly surprised how cleaned up she looked now. However he didn't have time to marvel at her grooming habits.

"Sorry, this is the last place." He motioned for her to exit and she quickly skidded past him. He wiped the counter, the wall, the floor, anything they possibly touched. He finished off by emptying half of the can into the air, choking on the flowery scent that engulfed the room.

When he exited the bathroom he filled as much of the storage room as he could with the remains of the can. The collie gaged as it nearly overpowered her. "Holy shit, are you cleaning the room or trying for chemical warfare?"

"Bit of both?" Eric said as he tossed the cans into the waste bin with the used paper towels. They should be in the clear now, they just had to wait now. A thought occurred to Eric, something he should've asked earlier.

"By the way, why were you here anyways?"

The collie looked at him surprised and started laughing. "Fuck, are you JUST asking me that now?" She grabbed the depleted roll of paper towel still in his paws and waved it at him. "I spilled my coffee and needed paper towels, the bathroom was out."

They both jumped as a loud metallic click echoed throughout the room and the door handle started to turn. The coyote that entered recoiled in surprise as he saw the other two canines staring at him.

"The fuck?" Frank asked. Before he could get an answer the collie flew past him in a blur as she exited the room. Frank did a double take, as if questioning if he'd really witnessed that. Staring between where the collie had left and where Eric stood.

"She kicked the bucket." Eric deadpanned.

***

Eric groaned and hissed as he entered the waking world. Every muscle in his body screamed out in painful protest as he moved. As far as he was concerned it was well worth it after the night he had. Although he wasn't so sure of that as he saw the source of his abrupt awakening. His phone was going off and the caller I.D. was the company's main employee line.

with a great amount of reluctance he swiped on 'answer' and held it up to his head. "...Hello?" He asked cautiously.

"Hello, This is the phone of Eric Goldan, correct?"

"Speaking."

"Excellent! My name is Mollie Collins, I'm here to inform you of your appointment today here at Kharness entertainment."

Eric frowned, had he misheard her? "Umm... appointment?"

"Yep! You have an appointment here today at... Ten a.m. With the executive management."

Eric ignored the protest of his muscles as he bolted upright in bed. "I have an appointment with the executive management? Do you know why?" He had a creeping suspicion that this was definitely related to last night's incident, had the collie filed a complaint? Police report? Were they going to fire him?

"Hmm, doesn't say why. Strange. It should be fine though, the top brass usually never calls anyone up unless it's something important. They probably want to brief you over something. Maybe some work you've done."

"Umm... I'm a janitor." He didn't HAVE work they needed to brief him on. What they probably had was a lawsuit or a termination paper. The collie hadn't been fucking around and talking out of her ass last night, she really could have his job if she'd wanted!

"Huh, strange. Regardless You need to be in the building by nine forty-five, at the latest. You'll be escorted from the front desk, we'll talk from there."

Eric quickly showered and dressed himself. He didn't own anything nice, at least not nice enough to be meeting with the executive management! He did at least own a decent pair of slacks and a black dress shirt to contrast his grey fur. It was as professional as he'd ever look. Before he left he made sure to take his medication, after last night and the possibility that he was walking into some deep legal shit he didn't need a repeat.

The subway ride and walk from the station were a blur, he was too distracted. He was imagining all of the worst case scenarios. Worst case; he ended up in prison and spent the next ten years being the prison bitch. Best case; he'd just lose his job and have to find another.

He was really hoping it was just losing his job. Besides who knew? A career change might actually be worth it. They could be a good thing sometimes. He hesitated as he stood in front of the now ominous building. This was it, the moment of truth. He had just enough time to spare but he figured putting off the inevitable wouldn't be the wisest of choices. He took a deep, steadying breath and marched into the building.

The vixen at the front desk saw him and smiled. "Mister Goldan, correct?"

Eric blinked at the vixen, she knew his name before he'd even introduced himself. That was ominous. "Err... yes."

She picked up the phone, quickly speaking to whoever was on the other line, something about him being here? He didn't know, his mind was still racing. She hung up and focused back on Eric. "Someone will be down to escort you upstairs in just a moment."

Eric nodded and stood there nervously. Every passing second felt like an hour, he couldn't help think about the worst case scenario. Fucking heat, fucking heat weakness and fuck him for being too damn susceptible to it! He was broken from his thoughts as a beautiful husky approached him with a charming smile. "Mister Goldhan?"

"Uh, yes."

"Hi, I'm Mollie, we spoke on the phone." She said as she extended her paw.

He gave her paw a brief shake and she started to escort him through the building. The entire time they were silent. She probably didn't know what he was here for and couldn't answer any questions, Eric was so nervous he doubted he'd be able to speak properly. They went up the elevator to the fifth floor, continuing on through the hallways. He paused and did a double take as he looked down one of the other hallways and saw two handymen working on the storage room door. The same door that had caused him his current predicament.

'About fucking time they fixed it.' He couldn't help but think.

Mollie led him past two wooden doors that he knew led to the executive and upper management section of the building. Despite working on a majority of the building he was rarely ever here, maybe twice if he recalled correctly. He worked through most of everything else but Frank was the one who took care of this area. He was the only one with access here after hours. Something about too much sensitive info and too much trouble to do thorough background checks on all of the janitorial staff.

Mollie continued to lead him. He received curious and inquisitive stares from some of the staff but most of them kept to themselves, carrying on with their task. Many of them were working but others seemed to occupy themselves with banter and socializing. He realized that there weren't any cubicles here, they were all offices. Mollie finally stopped and his jaw dropped as he saw the plaque on the door he'd been led too.

'Office of Cassandra Kharness'

'CEO'

'Please tell me this is a fucking joke.' He turned to the husky, hoping she could read his mind. Nothing. The husky not being a mind reader wasn't his biggest concern. The collie had enough pull to get the CEO involved!? It did make some sense. If she was an executive then of course she'd probably be able to get the CEO involved in this fiasco.

He didn't know how the collie had done it but she had. She'd fucked him far more than he'd fucked her last night.

"She should be ready to see you now. Let me just check." she pulled out her phone, typed something and sent a message. The phone vibrated five seconds later and the husky smiled at him. "She's ready to see you now."

Mollie opened the door and Eric reluctantly walked in. He jumped as the door suddenly closed behind him, guess the husky wasn't joining them. He couldn't help but marvel at the office, it was huge! The walls were decorated with fine art, two leather couches sat in the very middle with a coffee table in the very center. A large desk was on the other side of the room with the chair turned and facing away from him. A noise pervaded the air, it sounded like... dull tapping? like clawed fingers tapping against a tablet.

"Eric Goldhan. Twenty seven years old. Born October first. Single. Two siblings. Your fathers an accountant and your mother is a librarian. Ooooooh, you studied at UCZ with a full ride scholarship, quite the prestigious school there. You have a masters in business but couldn't find any work after college so you've been drifting from job to job, settling on janitorial and sanitation work two years prior. You make fourteen dollars an hour, work five days a week, yada-yada. blah, blah, blah. Oh! And you fuck border collies senseless, while they're in heat, trapped in dingy storage rooms. Did I miss anything?"

Eric swore that if his jaw dropped any farther it would dislocate from his body. He recognized that voice, the same voice that had been howling and screaming in his ear for close to three hours, sometimes calling him an asshole.

The chair swiveled around and he saw the smug, mischievous smile of a certain border collie wearing a full black business suit. Legs crossed as she rested the tablet in her lap. Her smile grew wider until she was baring teeth as she saw his expression. "Oh that is a good look for you, sweetie."

Eric shook his head as he regained his senses. "But- you-how- I don't"

"What's the matter? Didn't know that you were fucking the CEO of the company you work for like an absolute feral beast last night?" She asked, She placed the tablet on her desk before leaning forward until her muzzle rested on her folded paws, her smile never faltering.

"Want me to answer that honestly?"

Cassandra looked up and clicked her tongue as if contemplating before shaking her head. "Nah, I already know the answer."

She stood up from her desk and walked towards him, she stopped in the middle of the room, leaning against one of the couches. Eric figured this was an invitation to further enter the room so he did. He forced himself to walk up to the collie, his feet felt heavier than lead. He was barely a foot away from her now. She never lost that smile on her muzzle.

She looked him up and down, raising a brow at him. "Honey, is that really the best outfit you own?"

He gritted his teeth at the small jab, this wasn't like last night, he couldn't just fuck the attitude right out of her. Not here, anyways. "Unfortunately."

She lightly pinched the fabric of his shirt before flicking it away. "Oh this simply won't do. My employees are to always dress their best and are to meet my standards. Anything less is unacceptable."

Eric held back the growl that was building in his throat. "I'm a janitor. I don't really need to dress for the job."

Her smile widened as he said that. 'Ohhh I do not fucking like this one bit.'

"Well, ya see, the thing is, you're NOT a janitor anymore." Cassandra said as she closed the distance between them and lightly traced her claws across his chest. "From now on you work directly under me, as one of my assistants. The paperwork's already filed and just needs a signature."

Eric recoiled and vigorously shook his head. "I'm fucking sorry, I'm what?"

"You. Work. For. Me." The collie said, enunciating every word with a tap of her fingers on his chest that went higher until she flicked his nose. "You see, after last night I realized something; I work this job, take a vacation here and there. I do some charity, I rarely sleep around and my only social life involves meaningless parties with other rich assholes. Do you know where I'm going with this?"

Eric shook his head, he really didn't know. Hell, he was barely following along.

"Hmm, well how about this; Last night was the most excitement I've had in fucking years. It was thrilling, exciting and the best fuck I've had in who knows how long, and I don't say that generously. Sadly, I realized, we'd probably never see each other again after that, a true one time thing. Both back to our sad little lives. I know I could make excuses to try and see you but for someone like me to purposefully seek out someone like you, it gives people.... Ideas. Are you following me?"

Eric nodded, he could almost see where she was going. "I think so."

"Excellent. Now, I'm not one to give up so easily, if I want something badly enough I'm going to fight for it. So I looked into you, did a bit of late night research. Who knew that I'd discover that you were not only an honors student at one of the most prestigious universities this country has to offer but that you were also an honors student in business management and administration! Realizing you had such... extraordinary talent, I couldn't let the opportunity slip past me. Do you understand now?"

"I'm beginning to think so. Two questions."

"Go ahead."

"Do I have any say in this?"

Her response was a barking laugh and a shake of her head. "Not a chance in hell. Second question?"

"Are you only hiring me because of my masters in business... Or is that just the excuse you need?"

She beamed at him, apparently excited that he'd caught on. "You ARE a smart one! Your education is a bonus but really it's just an excuse for me to hire you without raising suspicion. want to know the truth?" She asked as her claws trailed his chest again before grabbing the front of his shirt. She pulled him down with strength he didn't know she had. She tilted her head up and brought her muzzle to his ear.

"I'm. Fucking. Bored. And you... are going to entertain me." she whispered, quickly biting down on his ear as she growled. "From now on, you are my personal bitch."

Eric couldn't help but think back to the earlier conversation he'd had with himself. How career changes could be worth it and a good thing. However, with this one...

He'd be lucky if he managed to survive.