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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.

Just a short and dirty encounter, random idea that popped into my head after our team building at work recently. ;3

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Mike loved his new job, though he was office bound and not out on the road and independent like he was used to, being in an office all day had its perks. Being one of the few males on their floor, Mike often found himself the topic of conversation or the butt of most jokes. Not that he minded though, it was never mean spirited or derogatory, it was simply just how the older women were around him. They seemed to take delight in trying to get the ebony furred Cane Corso to blush with their not so subtle innuendos.

Mike was used to women flirting with him; he was taller than average and at a decent six foot seven inches so he tended to tower over most of the women in his office. Combined with his broad shoulders and toned physique from years of physical labor, Mike cut quite the fetching image. Mike liked and enjoyed all the women he now worked closely with on a daily basis, one in particular whom he'd developed a peculiar relationship with, nothing untoward though, seeing as she was old enough to be his mother. In fact, this was the basis for their relationship as Dorris was known as being something of the office mother and always looked after everyone. The small Pomeranian with her fluffy coat and curled little tail that always seemed to be wagging merrily was the office go to for any social event. Dorris seemed to thrive on organizing parties, especially making sure everyone was well catered for and looked after. Within his first few months, Mike had been roped into helping Dorris with her events and she'd only been too happy to teach him a few tricks for managing so many facets of what she did. Dorris was grateful for the help too as her husband Louis, as dear as he was, tended to get underfoot and just made a mess of things.

Their latest party was as usual a blow out, the music was loud and even after the party games had concluded the majority of the staff had hung around to enjoy the festive atmosphere. Even Dorris had broken her golden rule of only one drink and was soon singing along with the music. So engrossed in her karaoke performance on stage after a couple other women joined her that she missed her husband's frantic waving to try get her attention to alert her of his business call requiring him to leave suddenly.

"Mike, I need to ask a favor. I have to go take care of a client, but Dorris isn't paying me any attention. Would you mind driving her home when she's ready to leave? I don't know how long I'll be..." Louis asked with a smile as he watched his wife and a couple other ladies from the office on stage belting out a classic power ballade their kids would probably be too young to know.

"Sure thing, Louis. I'll make sure she gets home safe, can't say the same for my ears though..." Mike replied as the performance on stage couldn't quite keep pace with the real singer's vocal range, causing the mic to produce a screech of feedback.

By the time Dorris had finished her set on stage, Louis was long gone, but luckily Mike was waiting to quickly explain his request. Knowing she had a big strong young man looking after her and playing chauffeur cheered her up immensely. As she wouldn't be required to drive, Dorris had a couple more drinks with the ladies before deciding to call it an evening once the party started winding down and people began leaving.

"Ooh, someone's mother raised them right!" Dorris noted with a smile as Mike opened his truck door for her.

"I'll tell her you said that," Mike chuckled and closed her door before making his way around and hopping into the driver seat before starting up the engine. They had a fairly long drive back into town, so it gave them ample time to strike up a conversation, only it seemed the alcohol was doing most of the talking.

"When last did you get laid, Mike?" Dorris asked curiously after a brief conversation about his relationship status and lack of dates lately.

"It's uhh, been a while..." Mike laughed, feeling his cheeks warm a little.

"That's a pity, I bet you have a nice thick dick on you," She blurted out.

"Uhm, thanks?" Mike had never heard her speak like this, she usually didn't join in on the office raunchy talk. She always seemed so prim and proper, he couldn't even imagine her and Louis getting physical despite them having two teenage kids.

"Mhmm, feels like it too..." Dorris almost purred as she smiled up at Mike, her hand resting against his inner thigh briefly before she brushed her touch back to grope directly over his crotch, nearly causing him to swerve off the road.

"Dorris, what the hell?" Mike balked, staring wide eyed at her.

"Let me see it!" the small Pomeranian demanded, not really waiting for an answer before she was undoing his belt and zipper to expose his thick sheath. Thankfully they were on a mostly deserted stretch of straight road so Mike was able to keep them from going into a ditch as the older woman began fondling and stroking at him. Logic would dictate for him to stop on the side of the road and chastise her for molesting him, but he had enjoyed a few drinks himself and with his lack of action in recent months, his blood flow wasn't quite going where it should be. All Mike could think of where the soft small hands playing with his junk and quickly getting him to grow and well in response.

Dorris groped and squeezed at his thick sheath, cooing at how difficult it was for her to wrap her fingers around, but pretty soon she had a few thick red inches beginning to slide free. Mike had to resist the urge to close his eyes and roll his head back in a deep groan as the older married woman sunk her lips down over his flesh to start sucking eagerly on his thick prick, forcing her to part her jaws almost uncomfortably wide to do so. Mike had to do a double take as he stared down at Dorris, not quite believing she was really sucking his cock and giving him road head, but sure enough the image remained constant. Her hands gripped about his thick knot as her muzzle bobbed happily up and down in his lap, making the Cane Corso huff and growl as his prick spat hot shots of his salty precum against the back of her throat. Mike raised his brows as he felt Dorris swallow each and every shot with a greedy little growl, even sneaking a hand between his thighs to play with his large dark furred balls to try entice more from him.

"Fuck, I need to feel it in me..." Dorris panted as she finally came up for air, confusing Mike as he sat in the driver's seat with a raging hardon and not quite understanding what she meant.

"Wait...we're still moving!" Mike tried to reason with her, but Dorris was focused on one thing only and she wasn't listening to a word he said as she climbed over and into his lap.

Mike again fought the desperate need to close his eyes and lift his muzzle to the sky in a howl as a snug slick heat began to sink down onto his cock. With her back against his chest, Dorris grasped and guided his prick between her thighs in one hand as the other tugged her skirt up and panties aside.

"Goddamn fat cock....haven't been this stretched in years..." She whined as she sunk slowly down onto him, battling to take his hefty eight inches. If he hadn't known she'd already given birth to two kids, with how tight she was around him, Mike would've sworn Dorris was a virgin.

He wished he could concentrate on the pleasure of having his cock ridden, but they were just entering the outskirts of their town and needed to pay attention to the twists and turns. His concentration really put to the test when Dorris began to climax, her fingers strumming her clit furiously as she bounced and ground down in his lap. The smaller canine whining and groaning lustily in his ear as her head lolled back to rest on his broad shoulder.

"Office...need to get something from my desk..." Dorris barely managed to say just before she began clenching and squeezing around him again in another climax. By the time they pulled into the basement parking, Mike had lost count of how many climaxes Dorris had experienced. Even as she stumbled out of his car, it was difficult to tell if her rubbery legs were due to the alcohol, or just from the fucking. "Come help me, please..." she asked with a subtle smile.

With how stiff and erect she'd left him without his own release, Mike had a hard time tucking himself back inside his trousers. Thankfully no one else would be at the office at this hour, the outline of his erection was blatantly obvious tucked down his left pant leg. A fact that was not missed by Dorris as she leaned against him on their elevator ride up to their floor, shamelessly groping at his bulge the entire time.

"Fuck me..." Dorris panted out once they had made it to her office. The Pomeranian hopped up and lay back on her desk, thighs parted and panties still tugged aside to reveal her soft little pink slit to him. Mike stared down at her, a brief moment of guilt catching at him as he remembered she was married with kids; but then he wasn't the one whom had started this. As if to urge him on, the eager smaller canine reached a foot up to rub and grind along the length of his bulge invitingly.

"Fuck it..." Mike growled softly to himself, undoing his belt and zipper to free his achingly hard cock again. This time as he moved between her thighs, his cock would bounce and tap down against her lower belly in a macabre display of how much dick she was about to take.

Mike grabbed beneath Dorris's knees, lifting and spreading her thighs about his waist as her small hands guided him back inside herself. With a firm buck into her, Mike sheathed himself in the older woman, hard enough to make her grunt and pant a little, as if he'd just winded her. If she wanted to be fucked, then he would happily do as she asked. The Cane Corso's strong hips starting to work as he began bucking and thrusting hard enough into her that her heavy wooden desk creaked and groaned in protest. Papers and items from her desk scattered everywhere as Dorris tried to cling to something, anything for support, but found nothing. The hungry young mutt reached up to push her top up and over her breasts, watching as her smallish soft white furred mounds bounced and jiggled with each impact of his hips against her thighs.

Dorris began hyperventilating as the big mutt fucked her relentlessly, causing her to cum harder than she thought possible and more frequently too. Eventually she whimpered and begged for him to stop, almost begging for mercy. Mike grinned a little in selfish pride as he'd fucked the office MILF into submission, withdrawing his slick cock from her for a moment. Dorris rolled onto her side as she gasped and panted for air, yelping when Mike spanked her pert little behind.

"Ready for more?" He asked with a grin once it seemed like Dorris had caught her breath some, his grin growing when she simply nodded yes in response, still too out of breath to respond verbally yet. Mike rolled her firmly onto her stomach, letting her feet touch the floor as he bent her over her desk.

With one hand gripping her tail, Mike collected a little of her own mess with his thumb before he started to rub the thick digit under her tail. As soon as Dorris tried to shy away from the contact, his hips bucked forward to sink his thick prick inside her again, making the Pomeranian yelp and groan lewdly. Mike grinned as he'd sunk his thumb in Dorris's behind at the same time, soon he was bouncing her off his hips with the force of his thrusts, only to yank her back onto his cock by his grip on her tail, forcing his thick digit in and out of her tail hole in the process. At first she growled softly from the intrusion, but the longer he fucked her, the more she seemed to be getting into it, even managing to bring Dorris to another harsh climax or two before his own need started to boil over.

"Shit, not inside!" Dorris yelped and tried to squirm away as she felt her cunt being stretched by Mike's thick knot threateningly. Whining and squirming as she felt almost uncomfortably stretched by it, but ultimately she was too small and too tight to take it. That didn't mean however that Mike would simply pull out as he came, the big ebony mutt was too lost in his own pleasure to think straight as he emptied his balls deep inside her married pussy. "Fuck...too late to have a shower, we have to get going before Louis starts to worry..." she groaned as she looked at the time, still feeling Mike's cock pulsing and throbbing inside her as more of his hot seed marked her insides. It was well past when they should have been home, causing both Dorris and Mike to scramble to get dressed and get moving.

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The following day Mike was almost convinced what had happened after the party had been nothing but a dream, Dorris showed no signs of regret or even acknowledgement of what they'd done, acting as if everything was normal. Mike however couldn't stop staring at her now he knew what a real little sex kitten she was and remembering what she looked like naked. The frumpy "mom" clothes hid a toned little body that most women his age would kill for.

"Mike, may I have a word with you before you clock out?" Dorris called out as the day wound down to an end and closing time finally arrived.

"Oooh, Mike's in trouble!" Amanda joked.

"Grab her by the pussy, Mike!" Cherise cheered, much to the laughter from the other ladies. Only once all the other staff had left did Mike stop by Dorris's office as requested.

"What's up?" the ebony canine asked curiously.

"I just want to thank you for last night, it was the greatest night of my life. Though I can't help but feel a little guilty..." Dorris began to say, a bright blush breaking out across her cheeks.

"Yeah, you're married and we probably shouldn't have..." Mike began to agree, only for Dorris to begin laughing.

"Oh no, I don't regret that at all. Heck, I'm hoping we can do it again some time..maybe even that thing you tried, with your thumb? I'm just feeling guilty that Louis went down on me as soon as I climbed into bed and complimented me on how wet and tasty I was..." Dorris began laughing as she watched Mike's expression shift from confusion to understanding and then horror at the implication.