FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Marcus Xander stood in front of the wide glass window that overlooked the lake outside. Beyond that he could see the rest of the city as it sprawled eastward, the great expanse reaching out until it began to follow the noticeable curvature of the space station. Travel far enough east and you’d come right to where you started, as this station was based on the von Braun model. Peering up at the ‘sky’ above would only give you a glimpse of the ceiling that offered a low-resolution approximation of what a blue sky with light cloud cover should look like.

Behind him was his office, which was but a single room of many that made up the totality of his private quarters. As the Department Head of the IEC he was gifted certain privileges that most residents on the station did not enjoy, and as a result he was a member of the 10% of the population that was not restricted to 150 square feet per person, per housing unit. Real estate on a space station was not something that could be spontaneously built on an as needed basis like it could on a planet. The limitations placed on life in exchange for living amongst the stars were strict, and very few got to defy those limits.

“Do you feel that your meetings today were fruitful, Sir?” a voice asked him from behind. He adjusted his vision and his view shifted from the scenery outside to his own reflection in the mirrorlike polish of the glass. Behind his human silhouette he could see his personal guard standing at the opposite wall near the entry door to his quarters. It was customary to have at least one guard within 15 meters of any Department Head at all times, which was one of the reasons the upper levels of the administrative staff got to break the housing rules. Depending on how important your life was to the workings of the station you would need more or less personal guard staff, as well as proper accommodations.

Being the Head of the IEC was mid-level work in the grand scheme of things. His daily affairs revolved around commerce, but it felt more like he was a dealer at a table shuffling a deck of cards before slyly dealing them out to the nicely tailored suits that surrounded him.

Goods flowed liberally into and through the station every day from one end of known space to the other, using this station as a friendly face to stop at and rest. Securing some of those goods for the station’s own use was a part of his job, and it very much required him to be sly and pocket this to exchange that. He felt as much a crook as he did a businessman or politician. Half of his job was weaseling cargo out from one ship just so that he could hand it off to another in exchange for something the station really wanted but might otherwise have had trouble getting at a price his superiors deemed fair.

You couldn’t buy everything in space, what with resources being the lifeblood that kept everyone alive. The madness that was the ‘barter system’, archaic as it is, was the greatest joke the universe could play on the sentient races. For so many species to come so far from their ancient hearths, a fire in a cave, to exploring the stars with engines that could propel a half a million-ton ship through space at faster than light speeds… And everyone was forced back to trading furs for vegetables like they were still stuck in that ancient cave.

No one ever invented a way to breathe money in space, so what value did it have when the nearest world with a breathable atmosphere was six months of FTL travel away?

“Hardly. Not all my schemes went according to plan, but that’s to be expected considering who I was dealing with.”

“Perhaps tomorrow will shine more brightly than today, Sir.” Her reflection replied.

“Perhaps. Make me some tea, would you please?”

“Yes, Sir.” The reflection replied before moving away from the doorway behind him.

He turned away from the window and approached his desk while his guard abandoned her post next to the door, now making her way to the wet bar. He sat down in his chair and let himself lean back into the cushions before pressing the blue button underneath the desk to lower the shield down over the windows. This wasn’t because he was in danger, he just wanted to drop the light level in the room. There was no such thing as night on this space station, and the only way to simulate it for sleep was to shut your windows. Commerce does not sleep, so neither did anyone else, at least not like anyone living with soil beneath their feet. In the stars you created your own calendar and worked to the beat of a different clock.

He watched her prepare the tea by first heating the water in the induction kettle built into the countertop. With her back turn to him he was free to admire her backside as much as he pleased. His guard was a Cadyne, a species of pseudo-canines that made up a third of the station’s population. This station was mostly Cadyne and Human, but there were a handful of others in the single digit percentages. This particular Cadyne was not only female, but a rather attractive one at that. Naturally fit, a body trim and toned but hidden behind the fabric of her black and gray uniform, Meri was a fine specimen of Cadyne beauty. It didn’t hurt any that he’d always been a bit partial towards dogs, man’s best friend not only on Earth, the homeworld of his people, but in the stars in the form of the Cadynes. They were a friendly species that had worked closely with humanity for some eighty years now since first contact.

When she began to steep the tea, he was already imagining its flavor. Tea was a minor luxury, but one that was fairly easy and cheap to come by, same as coffee. He preferred the gentleness of tea, and it was less likely to cause him a headache if he consumed it heavily.

She finished his tea and brought it to him in a mug, setting it on his desk in front of him where he could easily reach for it.

“Thank you, Meri.”

“You’re welcome, Mr. Xander.” She replied with a nod before drawing her hands behind her back in a formal posture, then returned to her post next to the doorway.

With the time drawing closer to his ‘evening’ he had a handful of responsibilities to attend to before he could retire for the night. He had messages to reply to, others to write and send, then there was his calendar. There were plenty of meetings he needed to reschedule due to a delay in three separate cargo freighters. With all of them arriving later than expected by several days it threw his schedule out of whack, and he’d be forced to juggle the very concept of time itself in order to figure out how he could possibly be in two or three places at once. He wasn’t looking forward to the next month of work.

Above the wet bar was a clock built into the wall, and it sang its lyrical chime as a new hour began.

“Sir?” Meri requested his attention from her post.

“Yes?” Sipping at his tea he was already scrolling through the messages on his computer display. He had so many to read, and yet so few would actually require him to reply. He just had to read them, documenting their contents to memory as best as he could. Ship manifests, important dates to remember, reminders, etc etc.

“My mate and I are unsure. Are you still interested in your… special request, Sir?” She asked him, her question prompting him to stop what he was doing to glance up from his screen. Meri still stood at attention by his doorway, but her posture was far too stiff than what he was accustomed to seeing from her, and there was no movement at all from her tail, the fluffy appendages hugging tightly to the back of her legs. Cadynes did not hide anxiety well, since any other mood left them visibly more animated in their features, particularly their tail and ears.

In about two hours’ time she would be switching out with another Cadyne. The station wasn’t Earth, but it was designed and built by humans, so the clock everyone used contained 24 hours. He had six guards in his security detail who rotated through their shifts, where each shift was either 8 or 12 hours, depending on the day. Meri held the day shift from Monday to Friday where the other Cadyne took the night shift. The poor girl worked good overtime, clocking in 60 hours each week. Working security on the station wasn’t the highest paid job in law enforcement, but 60 hours still brought in good income for a wife with a working husband and no children.

“Oh, yes, I am. Thank you for reminding me.” He told her quickly; his spirits lifted slightly as he sipped at his tea. He slipped his hand into his jacket pocket and produced his personal assistant. He unlocked it, then began to navigate to his personal messages where he had some correspondence with Meri. He didn’t keep all his security detail in his personal messages, but he made sure that Meri was there. He liked her.

After opening the messages he had with Meri, he had to scroll up quite a bit to get past the small talk of work and business, Meri being very professional with her working as a member of his security detail. The Cadyne often used their personal correspondence to give him small reports on security matters. She was always punctual and detailed with all of her updates and concerns, especially since he’d appointed her as the de facto ‘captain’ of his security detail. Her message history with could be used on a resume to prove her strong work ethic and attention to detail. He had many reasons to like her.

He found what he was looking for, which was a small collection of images Meri had sent him, per his request, and he couldn’t help but smile as he looked at them again.

The first image was a nude photo of Meri, taken by her husband, with her fine golden fur cleaned and brushed to neat perfection. It was an endearing photo, as she stood awkwardly in what was her small apartment she shared with her mate, what Cadyne’s called a spouse. Though translating their native language into English Standard would have resulted in them using ‘wife or husband’, they seemed to be more partial to the word ‘mate’.

In the photo she looked uncertain, that uncertainty being the primary source of his endearment towards her. Meri was stiff in her posture no differently than she stood now by his front door, but despite all the awkwardness she was still the very attractive Cadyne female he knew her to be. She was taller than the average human male, with her mate standing even taller than her, and with her height and trim and fit physique it was no wonder she was able to qualify for a position as a security guard, and yet it did not come at the cost of her femininity. Cadynes were very capable physically, much more so than the average human. With her fitness on such clear display, he could only admire her all the more. She was truly a fine specimen!

Scrolling down to the next image he was now looking at her mate’s photo, just as nude and nearly as awkward as Meri. His name was Tarks, and thus far the two men had yet to meet in person. Her mate worked the hangar bays as a cargo loader. Using his credentials as a Department Head he was able to bring up Tarks’ personnel file. He regularly scored high marks on his performance reviews, was certified in every mechanical loader the station deployed, and at the time he’d checked his file, Tarks had been earmarked by his supervisors for a future promotion to a foreman position should a spot ever open up. It was all very good info to see. Meri had done well with her choice of ‘mate’.

Studying the photo of Tarks again revealed that the male was not as fit as his wife. He had thicker fur and was broad in chest and body. He had the appearance of a gentle giant, pleasing to look at but not threatening despite the obvious knowledge that Cadyne males were naturally strong.

The last two photos she’d sent him came after a brief back and forth in their messages. He had thanked them for the first two photos, and then had asked for more revealing images that would better illustrate what he’d be paying to see should the three of them come to an agreement.

There was a vivid photo, a close up of Tarks’ crotch, his dick fully erect and jutting from his groin. The weight of his tool left his member sagging towards the floor, bowing slightly with a handsome curve to his shaft. Though he wasn’t homosexual in the slightest, he could only admire the size and shape of such a fine cock. The stereotype that Cadynes were built like porn stars was well earned, and Tarks’ cock was quite large indeed. Marcus had gotten rather aroused at the time these photos had been taken, the excitement being a bit too much to control, and he’d gotten a little greedy. He wanted to see how large Tarks was in comparison to his wife, so he’d asked for a photo of Meri comparing his length to her forearm. In the fourth and final photo Meri had sent him, she’d bent her arm at and pressed her elbow against her husband’s groin, holding his dick with her free hand against her forearm while her fist was nestling against the side of her neck.

His girthy, veiny, rod reached, from base to tip, from her elbow all the way to her to her neck. He was even thick than some parts of her arm! Right after that photo, he saw the old message he’d sent, asking if Tarks cock fit fully within Meri. He’d been so horny that evening he’d lost a little of his composure and was as giddy as a teenaged boy having first discovered porn. They had replied that he did indeed fit fully within her, and asked if he wanted proof, but he’d declined. If he was going to see him penetrate her then he felt it proper to pay for it first.

He fondly remembered when he saw her the next day after they’d had this exchange. He’d approached her and made her stick her arm out so that he could hold his own next to hers, comparing the length of their forearms. She’d blushed so hard as soon as she’d realized what he was doing. It amused him as much as it aroused him to have something physical and real to compare the images he’d seen to. Tarks was huge!

They were a very fine couple of Cadynes. A wife that was lovely as luxury with a husband that was as gentle as he was massive!

“I’ve been so busy lately I was never able to follow up. Have you and your mate thought more about it on your own?” He asked.

“We’ve spoken to each other a lot about it, Sir, but as you said, you’ve been very busy.”

“Have the two of you come to any decision, I assume so since you’re bringing it up?” He asked.

“We don’t think we will be very good at what you’re asking us to do. My mate and I have never done this sort of thing, so we aren’t confident what we could do for you would be very good.” She replied with great reluctance.

“I understand the two of you are amateurs. This doesn’t bother me. I was very fortunate when you were assigned to my security detail. The thing that bores me most about modern pornography is how hollow it is. You are a very hard working and capable Cadyne, and your husband appears to be the same as you. Whatever amateur content you do for me would be authentic, not hollow.”

She nodded, her fur hiding if she was blushing. He’d seen Cadyne blush before, but you had to be close to them to notice the subtle changes beneath their fur.

“I will speak to him again, Sir, as soon as we are both home.”

“Good, I can’t wait to hear back from you. I will be ready as soon as the two of you make a final decision.” He told her and returned to enjoying his evening tea.

“Yes, Sir.” She replied, sheepishly at that. It was remarkable how easy it was to approach the Cadyne about something so clandestine as filming amateur pornography for a private audience. Cadynes were odd in their ways. They could be so affable and earnest, like the quintessential ‘man’s best friend’, and be so dutiful in maintaining this pseudo-stereotype that some humans feared the entire species was being taken for a ride by humanity, and yet if you actually met a Cadyne in the flesh and tried to take advantage of one they were curiously skilled at sniffing out human bullshit.

Enough to make one wonder who is taking who for a ride.

Two hours later, when Meri’s replacement arrived, she bid him farewell and made her exit while the male Cadyne that replaced her assumed his post by his doorway same as she had. This new Cadyne was a fine member of his security detail, but nothing about him tickled his more clandestine interests. This male would be at his post through the night and into the morning shift, and eventually Meri would return to replace him. He was making the same overtime Meri was, but according to his personnel file he was unmarried. With his modest income, depending on how he managed his finances, he may or may not have lived well as a single male by station’s standards.

When it was time for him to retire to the bedroom, he quietly signaled to his guard that he was going to bed. Once alone, the Cadyne would do a thorough inspection of the premises before returning to the doorway to stand watch. The night shift must be a lonely and boring detail, but easy enough to do. There was less to worry about at night with the space station being as safe as it was. The security detail was mostly a formality these days, at least for home security. When he was traveling across the station on business it was more practical.

He wasn’t sure when Meri’s husband would return home from the hangar bay, but he knew it was sometime after his wife got home, and as such it wasn’t until after he’d showered and changed into his pajamas that he received a message from her. He was already lying in bed, catching up on his messages, as there were dozens of reports to review concerning interstellar commerce. He needed to be kept up to date on the comings and goings of goods if he was to continue being a positive asset to the station. He also still had a calendar to puzzle out.

The new message appeared on the screen of his handheld device, and he saw that it was from Meri. He shelved his work, swiping it to the side and out of view so that he could open his messages before quickly tapping on her name, opening their shared messages.

“I just finished speaking with my mate, and we would like to try filming for you.” He read the message with a smile and felt a slight quickening of the heart that could not be explained by the mere presence of caffeine in his system from his daily tea consumption.

“I’m glad that you both are willing! I hope the decision wasn’t a troublesome one to come to, Meri.” He used voice to text to reply to her quickly.

“No, it was not any trouble. We are still worried the quality will be poor. Our ability to film is not the same standard that you will find on the net.” She again expressed concern over the quality, but he dismissed it out of hand let his device dictate a reply.

“I will not be bothered. Whenever you find the time and energy to film for me, I will be overjoyed to see it. We can discuss payment when you’re on your shift tomorrow if you would like? You never told me how you preferred the funds to be transferred.” He sent his newest message. The original arrangement he proposed was that he would simply pay them, as a voyeur, to watch content of them having sex. He really did have a low opinion of ‘professional’ pornography and wanted authentic amateur content.

“We can discuss it tomorrow, Sir.” She replied.

“Good! I can’t wait to see what is to come, Meri. You and your mate are attractive and will shine brightly even if your filming skills are lacking. Do not stress out over the quality, please.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

He was now busying himself wondering what sort of arrangement Meri and her husband had in the bedroom. What exactly was he going to see them do, and of course, what exactly could he request them to do? The latter could be discussed later after they finalized a payment scheme and after he’d seen them produce something for him on their own terms two or three times. He was willing to cut them a measure of freedom at first so they could get a feel for the activity.

“If you are not busy now, we could try to film something for you?” Came a new message. His heart raced a bit faster, and he messaged her back that if she and her husband were willing to make an effort for something tonight then they were welcome to, and that he could pay them as soon as tomorrow once he had a chance to settle the payment method with her during her shift.

She replied that that was fine, and again apologized to him that they were not professionals. Meri was talented in every task he’d set her to as a member of his security detail, and yet she was always very humble to a fault. Many Cadynes were like that, probably close to two thirds or more of every Cadyne he’d met in his life as if it was a strong part of their culture, perhaps even being biological in origin.

“No need to worry, Meri. I’m certain that you and Tarks will do fine.” He told her again.

Suddenly, a video message request appeared on his display, and it was from Meri. He actually panicked. Was she trying to video call him right now? His instinct to reach over to the nightstand and grab his earbuds was powerful, as he often used them to listen to meetings and other matters when the privacy of what was being discussed was important. He was already reaching for the earbuds even before he came to a decision on if he’d answer the video call. He’d not expected them to call! They were to film themselves and then deliver the file to him to watch later, wasn’t that the agreement? Or perhaps they’d not understood?

The request ended, from the other end of the line, even as he was busy shoving the buds into his ears.

“Sir? Are you available? I’m sorry if we are disturbing you!” She messaged him shortly after.

“I was not prepared, Meri. You did not disturb me. Are you recording yourself or are you going to stream you and your husband for me?” He asked her.

Moments past by before she replied with a longer message.

“My mate was exploring options with both of our personal devices, and he found that mine can record photo and film in higher quality. The application we downloaded to film ourselves can record live video even during calls. We thought we could try this, so you don’t have to wait to see. We can still send you the video after we finish recording.” She explained, and his heart was racing.

Being given the opportunity to both watch them live and any time afterwards at his leisure? This was not something he’d actually considered, even though the technology to do this was as old as the net itself. He’d just not considered that he could watch them live, or that they would even suggest it themselves. Meri was so humble and shy that he assumed she and her husband would prefer the privacy of filming on their own and them sending him the video later.

He reached back over to his nightstand and touched his finger over the wall panel that controlled the lights in the room. He turned off the single lamp he’d left on, bathing himself in darkness save the dim glow from his handheld. On his screen he opened the display panel and began to touch more controls, activating his big-screen wall display which now revealed a mirror of what was currently displayed on his screen. With buds in his ears, he would not need to risk his other security guard overhearing whatever was to come in the next half hour, and the wall display was much larger and could display video at any resolution.

Fortunately for him he’d had his personal quarters arranged so that his bedroom was more modest in size than most officials would have wanted, so the television was not that far away from the end of his bed, and he didn’t feel that it was ‘too far away’ to get a good view of what was on it.

“I like this idea! If you call again, I can answer, but I will disable my audio and camera. I want you focus on each other instead of having me distract you.” He told them, being careful to let them know he was not going to have them look back and see him watching them from a dark room. Voyeur though he was, he didn’t want to be seen playing the voyeuristic role.

Instead of getting a reply back he got another request for a video call. He tapped the request and disabled his camera in the options, then answered. As the video loaded onto his screen, he continued to work the display controls until the video call was mirrored on his wall display, but her messages were loaded onto his handheld so that he could see both.

“Can you see us clearly, Mr. Xander?” Meri asked him through the camera.

What he did see was Meri’s head and shoulders with her husband sitting next to her. Judging by the distance between her handheld and them, she must have been holding her phone out in front of herself. Neither Cadyne was naked, at least not yet, but this was the first time he’d seen Meri in something other than her uniform. Not counting the nude photo he’d seen of her, his mental images of her was always that of her in her security uniform. What she wore now was a white tank top with something worn underneath it that gave her breasts some lift, probably a sports bra. Her husband was also wearing a white undershirt, his broad shoulders and strong arms stretching the fabric.

He replied to her via text not audio that he could see them clearly. When he sent the message he knew when she read it because she had to draw the handheld close to herself so she could tap the display. The front mounted camera captured every awkward moment of her trying to navigate between two different applications. He then sent another message telling them to use Tarks handheld for messages so that Meri’s could focus on the recording.

“Yes, Sir. We can do that.” She said, and then as she continued to tap at her display Tarks moved around behind her to grab for something, then a message appeared on his screen from him shortly after. He switched to that message and replied that it would be best to use this instead, as he does not want to risk his other security guard overhearing their activities.

“Yes, Sir! We don’t want him to know what we do.” Meri replied, referring to the ‘him’ that was now working the night shift.

“We can set the camera up now, I think.” Tarks voice, deep and friendly, said. Meri stood up and walked across the room.

This was the first time he’d seen the interior of Meri’s apartment. The bedroom was very small, a so called ‘matchbox’. It consisted of four small walls with a bed pressed to one side. He could recognize it as the fold up models that were used to save space in smaller quarters. When she sat her handheld down, he didn’t know what the camera was resting on, but more than likely one of the built in shelves most apartment walls had for small item storage and display. It gave him a good view of their bed from the other side of the room, and Meri leaned forward over the camera, tapping away, and as she did so the camera adjusted.

When she was finished there was a high-resolution view of the opposite side of the room, which was really just their bed with Tarks sitting at the edge of it waiting. He was mostly obscured by Meri’s body in the shot, but it was clear he was wearing a pair of boxers. When Meri stepped back to join him it was revealed she was wearing the same thing, but feminine. A lot of clothing worn by the working class was uniform in design with little deviation apart from their color. Space was a premium on the station, and few could afford to buy too much, and what they did buy was all mass produced and homogenous.

“Can you see us, Sir? The shelf is the best we can do without a tripod.” Meri said from her new seat on the bed.

He replied to Tarks message that he could see them just fine, and that they could do whatever they felt comfortable with.

Watching the wall display he could see Tarks sharing his handheld with his wife as they both read his message. They shared a nervous look with each other, but with him watching from his bed he couldn’t quite tell if either of them was blushing. Maybe he would notice after he got the file and could watch it again on his handheld display. Even working-class handhelds were capable of taking excellent quality photo and video.

“We will do our best, Sir.” Meri replied sheepishly.

He felt the urge to send another message, and quickly typed one up and sent it. All he told them was to do what was natural for them, that they didn’t need to pretend to be professionals on set. Just be themselves, as cliché as it was to say.

Tarks shared the message with Meri, and they both spared the camera a few nervous glances as they snuggled closer to each other on the bed. Up to this point he’d been ignoring his erection, but now it could not stand to be hidden from his notice any longer. The sight of the two Cadynes tilting their muzzles towards each other, the couple beginning to nuzzle and caress each other gently was such a unexpected thrill ride.

This wasn’t just a dirty video, this was live footage being recorded for his eyes only, and he even knew the people performing! This was a first for him!

Adjusting himself in the bed he got more comfortable, eyes locked tight to the wall display as one hand rested over the handheld laying on his chest, while the other slipped down beneath the covers to find his crotch. The show was only just beginning so he dared not pay any more attention to his own needs than absolutely necessary. Just the excitement of watching was enough to keep him rigid for now, and he intended to wait it out as long as possible before he allowed himself the chance to finish.

Tarks dipped his head into the crook of his wife’s neck and kissed her, or so it seemed. His head rocked back and forth, rubbing his nose into her fur until Meri tilted her head and pushed her own nose into the crook of his. They took turns, slow and almost awkwardly, like these were things they were want to do, but the unseen audience was making them shy to perform. Understandable, but if the passion of romance was real then the pair would surely warm up to the act, and maybe even forget he was even there. At least that’s what he hoped!

For a few minutes they cuddled, and if his ears weren’t betraying him, he swore he thought he could hear low whispers coming from the pair, but he couldn’t quite make it out. He had to stifle the instinct to lean forward, his ears fooling him into believing that being just a hair closer might reveal the secrets words being spoken. When Tarks pulled away from his wife and rose to stand, he could only watch with increased attention.

As the Cadyne stood he tugged up on his shirt and pulled it off before tossing it to the floor. His body was no different now than in the photo he’d seen before. Fit and muscular, but with the softness of fur, and a stomach with a little extra. Masculine, attractive, but not unrealistic for a physically fit male that lived in the real world. The front of his boxers was already tenting, his bulge evident.

Meri waited until Tarks tugged his bottoms free, letting the garment drop down his legs. His cock was maybe at half mast, but still larger than anything a human would have between his legs. Slipping off the bed she knelt on the floor, leaning towards her mate and burying her head into his crotch almost as if she sought to hide her face. She rocked her head gently against him, his stiffening cock draped over the top of her furry head while her nose no doubt pressed against his dangling orbs.

When she came up for air, she took his cock into her mouth and began to suckle at his tip, her eyes shut, while her husband watched her from above. All of the attention was given to Meri, her careful movements as she dipped her head lower and lower onto her mate’s cock while Tarks spared the camera the occasional awkward glance. His mate on the other hand was pretending the camera no longer existed, her eyes hidden, and her attention pulled halfway down her husband’s cock.

Marcus couldn’t couldn’t deny himself any longer, watching this scene play out. Reaching down he found himself, touching only enough to feel it but not enough to bring him closer to climax. Like a worry stone, his cock was, something to idly play with while something else got the heart to race ever faster.

Tarks looked back down to Meri and took one of her ears in his hand. Both her ears folded back, the kneeling wife opening her mouth wide and letting herself lean forward, gagging as the cock sank further down her throat. When her nose touched the fur of her mate’s stomach she’d stopped gagging, wrapping her lips around his base. He could see her swallowing in big gulp, but it didn’t look like her husband had finished. She was milking him of nothing, but when her husband pushed her head back all was revealed. Her swallowing and gulping had helped bring his length roaring to life, his full-sized shaft slipping slowly from her mouth, coated in a film of wet spit until he popped free of her mouth.

His length twitched and throbbed in the air, absolutely huge by comparison to the cock tenting the bedcovers on the other side of the handheld’s display.

Tarks tugged her to her feet, and they shared a kiss before his hands found the bottom of her tank top, pulling it up and over her head. Her arms lifted along with the top and they slipped free of the holes while her husband started to work at her bra, which was a sport bra as predicted. They spent little time stripping her, as this video was not about the tease of dropping one article of clothing at a time, but the carnal union of a married couple. Her bra was discarded, and then she dealt with her boxers herself and kicked them aside to reveal she had worn nothing under them. Both Cadynes were nude now, the wife baring all for her mate, and the husband ready to claim her.

Meri stepped back towards the bed and sat, her husband following her, pushing her down onto her back. He saw them whispering but just like before he couldn’t make out their words they shared with one another in between their kisses. Tarks was over her, moving her to the center of the small bed, grabbing at her knees and tugging her legs up.

She grabbed her legs behind the knees and took over their control from her husband, demonstrating her flexibility by tugging her legs against her chest until the tops of her thighs were touching her abdominals. Being physically fit did not mean one was flexible, so this was a pleasant surprise!

His heart was beating violently in his chest as he watched the husband eye his wife hungrily, kneeling before her, spreading his knees and stroking his cock as he readied himself to slip within his wife. He placed his left hand on her leg, and he briefly caught Meri saying, ‘the other one’, and he watched as Tarks swapped to his right hand. His left arm was the closest to the camera, and he would have risked obscuring the view. Very thoughtful of them!

The pair passed glances towards the camera, then back to each other. With a cock in his left palm, he guided his tip to its destination. The view from the camera wasn’t the best, but a closeup of a penetration could be a future request. Right now, the focus was the totality of their lovemaking, and when Tarks pressed himself against his wife’s slit she audibly gasped, her eyes shutting as his length sank within her.

Squirming under the covers his heart was leaving him antsy, his erect cock needy, but he held himself in check. Now was not the time.

Despite how large her husband’s cock was he sank completely inside her, almost effortlessly, as if she was made for him and him alone. When their hips were pressed firmly together, he leaned over her, covering her body with his and they shared a kiss, a lengthy one with quiet murmurs and whispers too low to be understood, but as the whispering continued, the hips began to quietly rock. It was subtle, gentle at first, but it grew in intensity as their lips and noses touched.

Such intimacy was something he’d desired to see, an authentic union of two people instead of two paid actors roleplaying a fiction. Meri and Tarks were such a beautiful union, two very handsome Cadynes rocking quietly against one another.

The husband broke the kiss and lifted himself up, placing both his hands over hers, pinning her knees to her chest. After adjusting his legs for a moment, Tarks began to fuck his wife with solid slow strokes that rocked the bed. He could not have heard their whispers, but the noise of the cot squeaking under their weight was easy to hear.

The folding beds most units had were reliable, but of cheap construction. They were just a metal frame with a woven net of tough elastic fibers that supported the mattress. As Tarks worked himself into his wife, the descent of his body drove Meri deep into the mattress, and the elastic cords holding the cot stretched with a squeaking noise as the thick fibers rubbed against one another.

For a moment, he noticed their rhythm. Tarks was thrusting nearly once a second, nice and steady like the ticking an antique clock, the squeaking counting the grains of sand until there would be an inevitable release. When the tempo quickened, it was obvious. Meri was panting, throwing her head back, her eyes remaining shut as her husband mated her into the bed.

He started going faster. Twice a second, a subtle grimace forming on his canine-like face. He was all but silent as he worked himself in and out of his wife, Meri being the one to make her noises of pants and moans, audible over the squeaking bed.

“Soon?” Her husband breathed, and she nodded quickly in reply.

A minute passed the three of them by, Marcus keeping his hand wrapped carefully around his cock. This was such a good show the couple was putting on! Nothing they were doing was sensational or wild, but rather simple. Tarks manners were flawless, a rock steady rhythm and rhyme with the rapid ticking of a clock wound too tight. Meri began to squirm under him until she started biting her lip, nostrils flaring as she breathed hard and heavy.

Marcus pulled his hand from his dick, as a precaution to keep himself from ending prematurely. He felt near the edge himself, the thrill of watching his bodyguard getting laid with her husband being nearly too much!

When she gasped, Tark’s whole demeanor changed, as well as the tempo of his hips. He slammed himself against her, the bed squeaking loudly at the stress. She made a noise almost like a bark when he did it, but this didn’t stop him from continuing his carnal assault. He kept thrusting just as hard, violent and deep thrusts that left her barking and gasping until she began to thrash, her body vibrating under him, her arms trying to break free of her legs but her mate’s grip was too tight. He leaned over her, jackhammering her harder and harder all the way through her climax until she spat out a long-labored moan and began to sag into the cot like a ragdoll cast upon the floor by a child. By this point the only noise in the video was the vicious squeaking of the bed and the thunderous claps of his hips colliding with hers.

As she sagged deeper into motionlessness, Tarks eased his thrusts. Slower and slower he moved until after more than a minute he stopped altogether and simply let himself rest still against her, laying his body back down over hers where his lips found hers. They began kissing again.

For a few minutes they remained nearly motionless until the whispering began again, and Tarks freed his wife legs from his clutches and she laid herself down flat while her mate wrapped his strong arms around her and rolled them over, swapping places. Not once did his cock slip from her, the pair having been joined at the hip now for nearly a quarter of an hour.

Now she was atop him, breathing heavily, but holding herself upright with her hands pressed to his chest. The pair looked into each other’s eyes, and when her hips began to rock forward and back it was slow and smooth. It took a long few moments before she picked up her pace, the Cadyne savoring the feel of being in control now that it was her turn to command another’s pleasure.

As she rode him, Tarks lay still, chest rising and falling patiently as she watched his mate glide her hips across his lap. How incredible it must feel, to be wrapped so snuggly inside a woman like Meri?

When she began to ride him faster the noise of the bed grew, softly at first, but louder as her hips began to shift from a forward and back glide to a rise and fall. Her husband slid his hands up her thighs and found her waist, holding her tightly, helping guide her up and down as she panted over him. Husband and wife, eyes locked, panting and now moaning in pleasure, moved quicker against each other as Tark’s legs shifted behind Meri, digging his heels into the cot.

He started thrusting up into her in sync with her own rise and fall, the bed creaking and squeaking roughly now and the strong male bucked his hips up into his wife, Meri gasping and panting harshly as she doubled her efforts to ride her mate. The faster, the harder, the pair fucked the louder they got, the louder the bed creaked beneath them, until Tarks’ face began to twist into a snarl as he welded his eyes shut. Meri watched him intently, spurred on, driving herself into him harder and harder as she drove himself upward with the same intensity.

When his climax hit, it hit for both men, the excitement boiling over and spilling out as Marcus’ rigid cock trapped beneath the bedcovers jerked just as Tark yanked his wife down to him, pressing holding them chest to chest. As the strong male snarled out his finish, his hips violently jerked upward, feeding her body rope after rope of seed with every thrust until he was left hoarse from his grunting.

Left panting himself, Marcus watched the pair settle back down onto the bed, bodies sagging as Meri clung to her husband and nuzzled her face into his neck. Tarks looked exhausted, but so did Meri. According to the clock the pair had been having sex for a little over twenty minutes, which was more than enough time for any married couple to enjoy each other’s body, if you were being modest. It wasn’t as long as what Marcus could have found online, but for what it is was, it had been incredible! Quality over quantity at it’s finest.

He continued to watch them for several minutes, but after a while it became clear that neither of the Cadyne’s were moving. The lights were still on, but the pair was silent and still, seemingly asleep now from their exhaustive lovemaking. Well, he relaxed himself into his own bed and silently bid the two Cadyne’s goodnight, wishing he could have at least clicked the lights off for them, but he could not. He ended the call and penned a message to Meri, thanking them for allowing him to watch them and wishing them a good night.

When he got his hands on the recording, he would enjoy himself to it again, but this time at his own pace.

The next day he sat at his desk, trying to quickly wrap up as much of his work as he could before Meri entered to begin her shift. He had plenty of work left on his plate, both things assigned to him and things self-imposed, but he wanted some breathing room today for when Meri was here. With him having only just watched her sleep with her husband the night before he wanted the luxury of speaking to her, if that was something she was agreeable to. Especially so since he still needed to pay them!

When she arrived and went through the motions of swapping out with her colleague, the air in the room was awkward. She’d never looked so embarrassed now that she wasn’t trying to maintain face in front of her now departed coworker.

“Good morning, Mr. Xander.” She said to him now that they were alone with Meri standing at her post by the entryway.

“Good morning, Meri. Can you start me a cup of tea, please?” He asked her, keeping things normal with a request he often made of her.

Without complaint she moved to the wet bar and began the process of heating water and steeping his tea the way that he liked. Minutes passed, and when she was finished making the cup she brought it to him, the steam rising gently off the top of the cup.

“Thank you. If you would like to sit, you can pull up a chair. I have enough time today to spend some of it with you.” He replied, questioning his own phrasing after he’d said it.

“Of course, Sir.” She said and moved to the front of his desk where two chairs were left empty. He watched as she awkwardly stared at one of the empty seats, her eyes looking at it, then scanning to the side of his desk to the empty carpet where a chair could be placed.

“Besides me is fine, I’d like to discuss last night, if you are comfortable with that.”

She seemed to go flush, and grabbed the back of the chair and moved it to the side of his desk before sitting down, knees clapped together and hands in her lap, back up straight. Awkward and formal, a far cry from the relaxed and sagged limp body of the wife he’d seem sleeping across her husband the night before.

“I hope you didn’t mind me hanging up the call after you’d both fallen asleep.”

“No!” She began with a nervous quickness, but quickly controlled herself and continued more slowly. “No, that is fine. We did not realize we’d fallen asleep until Tarks woke up. The light was too bright for his eyes. We saw your message, and knew you’d likely gone to bed.”

“I did, but before I fell asleep I did enjoy watching the two of you. Thank you again for allowing me to.”

“You’re very welcome, Sir. It was strange to do, but we enjoyed doing it. I had a little bit of time this morning, so I tried to package the video for you. I don’t know how you wish it to be sent.”

“You can send it to my personal account, but mark the file as sensitive with a password. Use… ‘gorgeous’, in all lower case.” He told her with a smile. To his surprise Meri slipped out her handheld and began to manipulate the screen dutifully. Moments later his own handheld began to signal a new private message, and he checked it. There was a new message from meri with an attachment, and he smiled. He tapped the file and entered the password to permit access to the contents, and a video began to play.

“Thank you, Meri. I hope you don’t mind if I compliment you and your husband to your face, or would you prefer I keep my thoughts private?” He asked her, and she stiffened in her seat, the skin beneath her fur looking positively pink.

“I don’t mind, not does my mate. We’re very flattered you think we’re worth paying to see, Sir.” She replied sheepishly. There were traces of her usual confidence buried behind her awkward posture and nervous smile. Marcus hoped that the more she and her husband performed for him that they would become more at ease with it. Well, at least he hoped Meri would since he had to spend time with her most days of the week.

“You don’t need to call me ‘Sir’ if were having a private conversation like this. Only address me formally when you’re performing as my bodyguard.”

“Yes, Sir.” She replied, and he smiled at her lapsing right back to formality.

Since they were alone, he allowed the audio to play from his handheld, curious to see how she would react. He idly watched the video unfold, the pair stripping themselves and soon the Meri in the screen would begin sucking her husband’s cock.

“The way the two of your had sex last night, is that how you always have sex? The length of time, or the positions you chose?” He asked, feeling his own face burn a little pink now that he was asking her a direct question about sex that wasn’t asked from behind the protective barrier of a device screen.

“Position? No, we sometimes do different things. We didn’t have a good plan; we just did what felt ok to do. If you didn’t like what we did we can try something else next time?” She replied.

“The positions were fine! There was nothing wrong with them, but I might make requests in the future if you didn’t mind.” He told her, since he was already thinking about other things he’d like to see. Particularly, he wanted to see things that involved a closeup of Tarks’ cock stretching her wide open, or something from his point of view where she’s giving him oral, or perhaps even anal! He’d never asked if they’d performed anal, so he’d need to do that, but perhaps a bit later. Baby steps.

“Yes, we could do try whatever poses you’d like! Just tell us before we film for you the next time. Do you know when you would like us to?”

He was now at the part where Meri was beginning to suck on her husband’s dick, and he looked up at her, then stood up. She made to stand as well, but he directed her to stay seated. He showed her his screen and she flushed at the sight of seeing herself like that, then he stood in front of her and aimed the handheld down at the floor as he was filming someone sucking his own cock.

“An easy request if you can manage it for tonight. Can Tarks film you giving him a blow job? Like this?” He made sure she understood what he meant, and she nodded.

“Yes, he could do that! I would enjoy that, too.”

“You enjoy giving him blowjobs?” He asked her, rotating the handheld back around so he could see the screen, and for the first time he noticed the tracker bar. Not so much notice it, but notice the numbers on the far right side, where it detailed how much time remained in the video. He furled his brow as he stared at the slowly shrinking number of 123 minutes.

“I do! Tarks likes it more when I spread my legs for him, but he lets me give him oral when I want, so I’m happy.”

Marcus moved back to his chair and sat down. He tapped the track bar and drug the red circle slowly along the bar until he reached about a third of the way through, which is around where Meri and Tarks had passed out. He passed it further along, skimming past a period of time where both were asleep, until he found when the pair woke up. He kept skimming through the video with his fingertip. They’d spent a minute or two lazily in bed before Meri got up to check her phone. She didn’t turn off the recording, but it looked like she must have checked her messages before she sat the phone back where it had been resting, then she returned to the bed. A minute later and they were having sex again…

When he next let his finger off the tracker the noise of the video played again, and now Meri was on all fours, her chest pressed to the cot while Tarks mounted her from behind, the bed squeaking wildly as he rutted her hard, his hands grasping tightly at her backside while Meri was left shouting in pleasure. He looked up at her, eyes wide, and found her ears flat to her head in embarrassment.

“You kept going?” He asked her, incredulous that they had so much stamina for a pair of amateurs!

Meri, her ears still flat with embarrassment, could only shrug shyly while she wrung her hands nervously in her lap.

“Sometimes we don’t get much sleep.” She finally replied with a blush.