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

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

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Random idea I woke up with in my head this morning, so just had to get it out before it gets in the way of other things I am working on. Again, a story in a day/hour, so not much editing or proofing, so take it as it is.

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A silver Mercedes SLK streaked down the road, heading with a purpose and destination. It was an unusual sight in this part of town, the lower income and more run-down part, where broken down rusted cars lined the streets and people more often than not made their way on foot or used public transportation.

"Why am I doing this again?" Oliva Del La Cruz growled to herself. "It's not like he's handsome, young or even rich!" the pristine fluffy white Siberian feline gripped her steering wheel tight.

All it had taken was a simple message with a single word to get her to drop her friends and plans. "Come" the message had stated simply, from someone she had saved as BOB in her contacts. It had started weeks ago when she had broken down one night in a bad part of town, no one else had been willing to assist her. As a last-ditch effort, she had called the number on a small sticker which had been plastered on the side of a non-functioning telephone booth.

Moments later an old beat-up tow truck had slowly rumbled down the road and pulled up in front of her broken-down silver Mercedes SLK. The old floppy jowled blood hound hadn't even looked at her before he got to work on her car, she had tried to make small talk but he either didn't hear or he just didn't listen. She was not used to people not listening to her talk, having had the typical silver spoon upbringing and living the lavish life, Olivia was used to getting what she wanted. The old canine seemed either uncaring or uninterested in who she or her father were. The more she tried to talk to him, the more he just ignored her and continued tinkering under the hood.

"It's fucked" he had finally turned around to tell her, the first words he'd spoken since arriving nearly half an hour earlier.

"Can you fix it?" she asked, soon learning that Bob was a man of few words. He simply nodded and closed the hood before hooking her car up to be towed back to his shop. He was no gentleman; he didn't offer to give her a lift or even open the door for her. Instead, Olivia had to climb up into his dirty old truck on her own, breaking an expensive diamond encrusted nail in the process.

Maybe it was the alcohol or the drugs, but by the time they were parked in his shop and he was lifting her car on the hydraulic ramps, she had had enough of the silent treatment. With her tail fluffed up in annoyance she had demanded his attention, but it had not gone as she had expected. Time blurred and she found herself pressed up against a wall with his oversized tongue pressed down her throat while grubby fingers twisted and pumped inside her panties. She could feel his muscle gut pressing against her as her full cosmetically enhanced breasts squashed against his surprisingly toned chest.

Her small hands had clutched at his upper arms, finding them to be rather muscled beneath his overalls. Her father had always been so aloof, she couldn't recall the last time he'd even hugged her. So having this old man, someone that looked like he was someone's father, actually hold her close was doing something strange to her chemically addled mind. She had cum easily for him, groaning against his sloppy kiss while her hips bucked against his hand, her thighs clamping down around it.

Olivia stepped on the gas; the well-tuned engine purred to life. She was late, Bob didn't like when she was late. As the faded sign of "Bobs Autotune" came into sight, the feline felt that familiar tingle of anticipation and excitement well up in the pit of her belly. She had learned what he liked and dressed accordingly, thigh high black socks, a short black skirt with cute pink panties. A low-cut sleeveless pink top that showed a fair amount of cleavage, she even did her hair up in ponytails...God, she hadn't worn ponytails since she was five!

Olivia's mind was spinning as she shuddered through a particularly intense climax, but Bob kept her pinned against the wall as he frigged her soaked cunt, forcing her through another before he finally relented. The fluffy white feline had stumbled a few paces before collapsing against one of his large wheeled toolboxes for support. The old bloodhound had calmly walked over behind her and pressed a bulge which felt like it belong to a horse against her ass from behind. His dirty, grubby hands rubbed up the flat soft white furred expanse of her belly, up under her top to where he captured her bare breasts with a firm grip. She should have hated it, everything in her life told her she should look down on this low-class bastard, but she had never been so turned on before.

As his strong grip mauled her fake tits, he ground his swelling bulge against her perfectly sculpted ass from behind. She could smell beer and cigarettes on his breath when he started to bite and nip along her neck possessively, his jaws clamping down at the crook of her neck until she cried out. He hadn't broken skin, but he had gotten damn close to it, there would be a definite mark beneath her fur she would feel for a day or two. Fuck, that turned her on even more, being marked and the only one that knew it was there, like he owned her.

His hands relented their assault on her breasts, brushing back down along her shapely waist, to grip and tug her pants down about her thighs. Olivia found herself pushed down over the toolbox while Bob gripped and lifted her fluffy tail out the way, a moment later a hot and hard thickness began inching its way inside her. She wasn't a saint by any stretch of the imagination, but what the old dog was packing still made her wince. What felt like a soda can thick cock was starting to pry her pretty little pussy wide as inch after inch worked its way inside her.

Goddamn, just remembering the first time she'd taken Bob's cock was making her squirm uncomfortably in her seat. Why did such an old and ugly mutt have to have such a fucking fantastic fuckstick? Olivia pulled around back of Bob's shop and parked in the employee parking, not that she was an employee. But she figured she did enough hard work for Bob that she had more than earned the spot. She had been here so many times in recent weeks that she knew the path well enough to follow it blindfolded. The air smelled of old engine grease and oil, also strong cigarettes and faintly of beer, it was undeniably Bob's scent. Before such smells would have turned her stomach, now they just made her panties wet. Dressed in her pristine black and pink revealing clothing, the fluffy white feline couldn't have looked more out of place if she tried.

Bob had fucked her mercilessly that first time, not waiting for her to get used to his cock as he hammered her high-class cunt with his pussy wrecker. It had hurt a little for sure, but Olivia couldn't deny that he had made her cum her brains out, she had never felt so weak, so drained before. By the time he eventually coated her insides with his seed and withdrew from her, she had slumped down onto the dirty floor to glare up at him, sitting in a growing pool of their combined mess. Bob had simply done up his overalls and gotten back to work on her car, like nothing had even happened.

Bob was waiting for her in his office, an open beer in his hand and a lit cigarette hanging from his floppy lips. With just a mere brief glance down at his crotch, Olivia knew what he wanted. If anyone else had even hinted at such a thing from her, she would have launched into a tirade that would cow them into submission, but with Bob, she got down onto her knees without complaint. The old dog watched her with barely a passing interest as she undid his overalls to free his thick coarse tan furred sheath and black balls. He'd obviously had a long hard day of work, she could smell it on him, but his strong scent only made her more excited. As she stared up at him, hoping to catch even the briefest hint of approval, she reached her little pink tongue out and began to drag it slowly over one large black orb, then the other, before moving gradually up along the length of his thick sheath.

She must have been doing well, by the time she reached the tip of his sheath, there was a little red visible of his tapered tip. Olivia gave his flesh a little kiss and suckle, teasing her tongue around it and earning herself a faint huff and shifting in his seat from Bob. That was the most reaction she'd gotten from him to date, which made her feel oddly proud of herself. To most people, having the guy they were busy trying to get aroused sit idly by, seemingly uninterested while smoking and drinking, would be very demeaning. But with Bob, it only made her want to try harder, to get some sort of reaction from the old bastard. She didn't actually know how old he was, he never said, but then he never fucking said anything anyway. There were flecks of grey in his muzzle, so he wasn't in his twenties. He had wrinkles, or at least she thought they were wrinkles, it was hard to tell with all that flappy skin around his face, God he was ugly. But he was also so fucking perfect at the same time, he got her excited so easily, more so than any of those young overly muscled jock types she was always around at the clubs with.

She knew what he liked, even though he hadn't fucking said it. Her soft painted lips worked back down to those large black balls of his, kissing and licking over them before she gently suckled at one, then the other. Again, Bob huffed and shifted a little, spilling more of that fat red prick from his sheath for her. Olivia smiled inwardly, she knew not to show him her emotions or that she thought she was doing good. Once she'd suitably slicked both Bob's balls with her saliva, she worked her way back up to the steadily growing red shaft. Very gently she tugged his sheath back a little while she wrapped her lips about his tip and begun to suckle, working him to fullness in record time. Soon she was working his sheath down over his knot, while her mouth sunk lower along his cock. His knot was massive, she couldn't even touch her fingers together around it using both hands, but then she did have small hands. But still, that knot hit like a semi-truck and she knew it, he'd forced her take it the first time while he had her legs up over his shoulders and his strong hands gripped at her thighs. She was meant to be at her father's birthday party then, instead she was downtown getting railed by a low-class old dog that stretched her upper-class cunt wide with the biggest knot she'd ever seen. God, she had cum so hard then, she had actually blacked out long enough that when she did wake up, she swore she saw a hint of concern in Bob's eyes.

"Up" the old bloodhound spoke finally as he stubbed out his cigarette. She knew what that meant, she'd done it enough times not to. Oliva got up off the floor and climbed into his lap, she knew better than to try tease and entice him, not that she wanted to. She wanted, no, she needed this just as much as he did, maybe more. With one hand on his shoulder for support, her other grasped his thick prick and guided him in. No matter how many times she took it, the canines girthy cock never failed to make her groan out loud as she was stretched by it. She was half his size though, she wasn't really built to take a dick like Bob was sporting, but it was fun to. It didn't take long until she was seated in his lap, his thick knot stretching her opening out a little wider than his shaft was. Olivia leaned back, her hands on his knees as she started to ride him, keeping her thighs parted because she knew he liked to watch her ride.

She could feel his eyes between her thighs as he watched her snug little slit grip tight around his prick, beginning to rise and fall as she bounced on his log. Fuck he was thick, she swore she could feel his length bulging her taut tummy every time she all but slammed herself down onto his lap, already feeling her first climax starting to grow. But Bob, no, he was just sitting there, watching passively and sipping his beer as a beautiful white angel rode his prick. He may as well have been doing a crossword at the breakfast table for all the interest he showed. That just made Oliva angry and oddly excited, soon having her whimpering and mewling as she resisted the urge to reach down between her thighs and touch her clit. She was already so close to cumming, but she wanted to hold off as long as she could this time.

As if reading her mind, Bob reached out with his free hand, while taking a sip of his beer with the other. Using his grubby thumb, he pressed and rubbed right against her clit, pressing and circling the bundle of nerves until he felt Oliva clench and ripple around his prick as she came hard. To her credit, she didn't cry out this time like she normally did, but there was no hiding the expression on her face as she screwed her eyes shut and clenched her jaws.

"Next" Bob ordered, setting his beer aside so he could grab another cigarette to light up. Olivia stared hard at the old dog, hoping to see some sign that he meant something else, but he didn't even acknowledge her. This was something new they had started doing, something she was still getting used to. She knew he liked it and had come prepared for it, just in case. Sure enough, he wanted it and she was going to give it to him. Olivia lifted herself off his prick with a lewd wet sound, shuddering as the cool air in his office licked at her slightly gaped cunt once he slipped free. Again, she reached beneath herself to grab and guide his prick, this time aiming a little further back.

Only when the tapered tip of his prick met the little indent of her asshole would Bob actually look at her, she swore she saw a hint of a grin on his lips. "Down" he ordered, sounding annoyed. She knew better than to disobey and began her decent, hissing as his thick cock slowly forced her reluctant little opening wide. The only response the feline got from the big old dog was a slight huff once she managed to get a few inches of his thickness up her back passage. It hurt, but in a good way, there was a sting but there was also an undeniable edge of pleasure. Plus doing this was the closest she had ever gotten to getting any sort of reaction from Bob, even now he was subtly shifting his hips beneath her. As her pert white backside settled down in his lap, Olivia couldn't help but squeak as she felt his knot spreading her cheeks a little wider. That must've hit a nerve with old Bob, she felt a definite throb inside her, along with a hot spurt of precum.

She had to take it slow, he was big, far to big to be doing what they were doing right now, but that was half the fun. As she began to slowly lift herself back up along his prick, Bob reached out with his dirty hands to push her top up over her breasts and expose her surgically enhanced breasts. Her full round tits began to bounce once they were freed and she started getting used to the telephone pole under her tail. Normally she would be pissed about someone messing up her snow-white fur, but as his grease covered hands groped over her tits, leaving behind smudged handprints, it just turned her on even more. Under normal circumstances, taking a cock less than half Bob's size was met with hisses and growls of displeasure. But in the moment, Olivia was euphoric and panted loudly with a near constant groan. Fuck Bob and his stoic silence, just speak goddamit! But he didn't, he never did.

Why did he seem to know her body better than she did, he barely had to touch her these days to make her cum. Even when he was wrecking her professionally sculpted ass, or painting her face and messing her expensive makeup with his seed, she loved every bit of it. She had tried to stop herself from coming back, but her mind lingered on all the moments with Bob and how he kept pushing her to new heights. It was the only reason she had even consented to letting him stick it up her butt in the first place. She knew he was probably too big to fit, but she trusted him and the things he'd shown her already were amazing.

Even now, she felt it growing in her belly, just behind her groin. There was that pale spark of something, slowly growing into a raging fire of pleasure, until she yelped and groaned as her climax hit like a metric ton of bricks. Olivia jerked and spasmed atop Bob's lap, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she had another of those blackout strength orgasms.

"Ow, my ass..." she groaned when she finally awoke, finding herself resting against Bob's chest. The scent of rust and motor oil filled her nose. She could feel the dirty course grubbiness of his clothing against her and it felt great. What didn't feel great however, was the pressure under her tail and she knew why. "You knotted my ass...prick" she cursed him, but even she knew she wasn't actually angry with him. She was just angry she hadn't been conscious to experience it. She must have been out for a while this time as she could feel the old dogs climax beginning to taper off too. There was that familiar slick warmth in her gut after he emptied his big black balls inside her, just like last time.

"Good cat" Bob grumbled in his deep baritone, actually setting his beer aside to gently stroke up along her back soothingly. God she loved him.