FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

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.

Matt winced as he gripped and turned the handle to the HR office door, the cut in his hand still healing and bleeding a little beneath the bandage. Standing aside to let his wife, a stunning vixen with strawberry blonde hair and curves that would make any adult actress jealous step past him and take the seat to the left. The room's inhabitant barely registering Matt was even there as the attractive vixen caught his attention.

"Well hello there, Ms.....uh, sorry I don't believe I caught your name?" The portly porcine said with an overly friendly smile as he dabbed his forehead with his handkerchief.

"It's Mrs. Massy...." The vixen said with a note of annoyance to the surprised looking pig.

"She's your wife?" He asked the shy looking stag sitting down beside her whom only gave a little nervous laugh and nod. "Hot damn boy, you must be richer than sin or hung like an elephant!" Mr.Mann continued, gawking back and forth between the oddly matched pair.

"Sure, he gags me on it every night. You should see that whopper, has to fling it over his shoulder or he keeps tripping over it" the vixen commented with a laugh, giving a mortified looking stag an elbow in the ribs.

"Felice! Now is not the time!" Matt hissed at her through clenched jaws. "I beg your pardon sir, please forgive my wife. She's from down south so her manners are a bit lacking" he tried to apologize.

"Yeah, the deep south" Felice confirmed with a grin and wink at her husband.

"Anyway, I was told you were the person to talk to about possibly getting a job with the bank? We just got married recently you see, I've only just completed my commerce and accounting degrees. I really need a help getting started" the young stag almost pleaded, looking like he was about to burst into tears.

The portly pig was silent for a long moment, his eyes briefly flitting to the photograph of his equally as portly wife before returning to shamelessly looking over the knockout vixen sitting before him. "You might be right on that account, but what do I get out of helping you, young man?" he asked while forcing himself not to grin lecherously.

"I well, I'm a hard worker, I learn quickly, I'll do whatever it takes!" Matt said with hope, idly rubbing the cut on his hand.

"Whatever it takes, are you sure about that?" Mr. Mann pressed, his lips starting to curl into a grin.

"Yes sir, anything! You name it, I'll do it" The stag shifted forward in his seat as he gripped the edge of the pig's desk.

"Good, that's what I like to hear" Mr. Mann replied as he reached over to put the photograph on his desk face down before leaning over his desk, hands clasped together as he nodded over at the vixen sitting staring off into space. "I want her."

"Pardon me, I'm not sure I follow" Matt replied with honest surprise, not sure he heard correctly.

"You heard me, I want to fuck your wife. Not often a piece of tail like that wanders in here with an opportunity like this. So what's it going to be? The job opening for...uh...your wife's opening?" the old pig said with a sickening smile as he leered at the growling vixen.

"Felice...it's up to you" Matt turned to ask his wife as he gently rubbed at his matching golden wedding band.

"Fine, fuckit! Not like I have a choice anyway. So what, you want me to crawl under your desk here, suck your dick? Maybe bend over your desk and let you fuck me like the bank does to innocent people?" She spat at the pig whom was unphased by her tirade.

"Oh no my dear, I want to enjoy every moment with you. I don't want to risk someone walking in on us, how about we meet at the motel across town at say, six thirty?" The way he said it left little room for argument. "I'll give you my card for you to send me the room number, be ready and waiting."

"I can't believe you're letting a literal pig fuck me..." Felice grumbled as she sat nude on the edge of the motel bed, staring daggers at Matt whom was pacing the room nervously while waiting for Mr. Mann to arrive.

"I'm sorry, but we don't have a choice, I really need this job..." Matt started to say when he was disturbed by a knock on the door. Opening it a crack he was met by the grinning face of the portly pig. Undoing the deadbolt and chain, he opened the door and stepped aside to let Mr. Mann into the room. "Want me to wait outside while you....f...fuck my wife?" he asked, staring at his feet and unable to meet the grinning porcine's smirk.

"Hell no, I want you to watch while I fuck this fine piece of ass you somehow managed to bag" He smirked.

"O...okay. Felice...please, do as he tells you. Just pretend I'm not here" Matt looked around the pig's rotund belly to give his wife an apologetic smile which was returned by her flipping him the bird.

"Feisty one, aren't you? Good, I like that" the pig stated as he sat down beside Felice, one hand undoing his tie and shirt while the other eagerly began groping at the full swell of her breasts. "Be a good girl and help me with my pants" he said to Felice as he shuffled back to lay down on the bed.

With only a soft growl the vixen did as told, turning about and straddling his shins as she undid his belt and pants before tugging them down and off. Her nose wrinkling as the old pig's flaccid member lay across his thigh, the swine folding his arms behind his head as he grinned down at her before stating "Well it's not going to suck itself!"

Felice rubbed at the ring on her finger while growling louder again, but as soon as it started her growl faded away. With a sigh she leaned down to draw her tongue along his length from base to tip, up one side and back down to his balls along the other side. Suckling gently to pop first one and then the other orb into her mouth, making sure his wrinkled sack was suitably wet with her saliva before she nipped and kissed her way up the underside of his swelling cock. Following the thick vein along the underside of his admittedly not small cock, Felice licked across his rounded cocktip and swept up the forming bead of precum. Matt watched quietly from his seat in the corner as Felice's head began to bob up and down with little wet sucking sounds as she sucked the old pigs cock. Soon his hand found the back of her head as he began bucking into her mouth harder and harder, until with a little squeal the vixen's cheeks bulged with what was obviously a large load. To her credit though, she didn't spill a drop, though she was panting by the time she had swallowed it all and wiping the back of a hand across her lips.

To her dread though the old pigs shaft remained rigid with barely any sign of flagging, the way he was grinning at her let the vixen know he wasn't done with her just yet. Her suspicions were confirmed when he patted his lap for her to climb aboard, which she would to reluctantly. Felice straddling his lap and giving his shaft a little grind, trying to rub herself against his shaft in the hopes of getting some self-lubrication going. It thankfully wouldn't take long however, the vixen giving a soft pant as her little slit began to become slick and hot against the pigs trapped length, his hands groping at her tits helped a little but not much as he wasn't very good at it. Eventually she would lift her hips up high enough to guide him to her entrance, settling his round tip against her snug opening before she sunk back down onto him with a huff.

Mr. Mann's head rolled back as he groaned out loud "Jeezus that's tight! How small is your dick?" the pig asked Matt mockingly as he gave a sharp buck up into the stag's wife, hard enough to bounce her on his length. Matt just looked away as he blushed deeply, earning a hearty laugh from the pig as he slapped Felice's behind to get her moving. "Growl all you want cutie, doesn't stop me enjoying your tight little cunt!" he replied to the snarling face of the vixen as she rode him slowly, every other thrust met with a slow roll and grind of her hips down against his lap. From his position behind them Matt could see the pig's thickness stretching Felice's slit, watching as her folds gripped around the thick shaft as she bounced in his lap between swings of her lush tail. Small winces were heard as Mr. Mann returned to roughly pinching and tweaking her nipples with an obvious lack of care or concern, making the vixen squirm uncomfortably in his lap as she tried to ride him, just making the old swine laugh even more.

Even though he'd already cum once not long before, there was no denying that tight heat working his cock. With one final rough pinch and tug to Felice's nipples, the pig bucked up hard into her as he unloaded another large load into the vixen. She would shoot Matt a deathly stare over her shoulder as she lifted herself off his slowly softening cock, her petals parted a little and dripping a little river of messy white seed. Before she could move very far though, Mr. Mann sat up and gripped her by the shoulders, pushing the surprised vixen down onto her back as he straddled her chest. His own chest heaving as he panted, slapping his messy cock between her tits as he commanded her to press them together, Felice wrinkled her nose and complied. Matt watched in shock and horror as the old swine's flabby behind bucked and thrust as he tit fucked the snarling vixen, her soft white fur becoming off white thanks to the mess he was still spilling from his seeping cock. To Felice's horror the more he fucked her tits, the more the softening of his length seemed to recede. The old bastard was getting hard again, hoping to make him climax before he got any nasty ideas, she lifted her head and began to kiss and lick at his cock every time it got close enough.

Her plan failed as he grinned down at her, shuffling back along her body until he was straddling her thighs and raised a finger at her in a circle, indicating for her to roll over. "What? No!" she protested at the request, the pig just shot an apologetic look at Matt whom understood exactly what that meant. His eyes pleading as he stared back at his wife. Again she flipped him off, but ultimately she would do as told and shuffled about under the pig to roll onto her belly.

Felice yelped as her lush tail was gripped and yanked up to expose her behind, the portly pig sucking on two of his fingers before cramming them under her tail. With pained groans she squirmed and tried to crawl away, only to be yanked back onto those roughly probing fingers by his grip on her tail. "Always wanted to try this" Mr. Mann stated as he pumped his slick digits in and out of Felice's protesting asshole. Eventually they would retreat, giving the vixen a moments reprieve, at least until he lined his cock up with her tiny opening and began to push. Again she tried to crawl away, but with a rough yank to her tail, she yelped louder still as his broad tip forced her tightly clenched opening wide and began sinking into her. He was relentless, not stopping until his rotund belly was against her back with his hips flush against her shapely rear. The only mercy Felice's behind had was that with his weight and age, the pig couldn't manage big energetic strokes, merely working an inch or two in and out of her aching asshole. But with him looming over her like this, she could hear every filthy word of praise he had to say about fucking the gorgeous vixen up the ass. The room filled with soft clapping sounds as Matt watched with slack jawed amazement as his wife was sodomized by the old swine, her toes curling and clenching with every rough thrust.

After what felt like forever he finally gave one deep rough thrust and Felice felt that rush of hot seed spilling inside her again, feeling uncomfortably bloated with how much of the old pigs cum she'd taken over the last hour or so. Once his hips stopped twitching and bucking, Mr. Mann collapsed with a satisfied groan on top of the aching vixen, slowly grinding his softening cock under her tail until it eventually softened and slipped free.

As one last insult he would make Felice lick him clean again, but thankfully this time he was too spent to get hard. The vixen staring daggers at his back as he got dressed and spoke with Matt.

"That was fun and all, but I'm afraid there aren't any positions open for someone with your qualifications" Mr. Mann sneered as he turned and headed towards the door, only to be blocked by a furious looking Felice barring his way.

"Listen here you little shit, I didn't take it up the ass for nothing! You're going to give Matt that job, otherwise I'll be sending your wife and her divorce lawyer all the pictures and video of you fucking me, along with the audio recording of our meeting in your office when you blackmailed Matt into letting it happen too" Felice growled at the stunned and crestfallen pig, whom only now looked around the room and noticed the small cameras placed strategically around the room to capture all the angles.

"O...okay...whatever you say, just please don't tell my wife..." Mr. Mann replied, all his previous bluster and bravado gone under the scorching gaze of the angry vixen. He turned to Matt whom was now the one grinning smugly at the old swine.