{"sf1_id":748261,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Life Has Its Ups and Downs.","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":1021,"posted_at":"2014-08-24T11:13:00.000Z","tags":["Elevator","Knot","M/F","Mink","Public","Pundamental","Vaginal","Wolf","fetish"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/748261-life-has-its-ups-and-downs","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/748261","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=748261\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#17 of Miscellany\n\nJust another contest entry. That is all.","content":"                My\nfriend Bob is a strikingly handsome and extremely lucky guy. He works for the\nlaw firm of Cheatem, Steele and Howe, on the 14th floor of the\nRedrod building downtown. It was the hot place to be, if you were anyone with\nany kind of top-end business. The best of the best were located there, and his\nlaw firm was definitely that.\n                The\nbuilding also had a modeling and talent agency. \nMiddlesex and Moore were well known, and girls flocked to their offices\nin droves. Most were turned away. My buddy got wise and often rode the elevator\nwhen he should have been working, making small talk with them as they left and\nsoon had a treasure trove of girls on the side. One of them he made his\nsecretary.\n                His\nbosses were no-nonsense, so getting it on in the office was a solid reason for\ntermination. But outside the office, his bosses had no jurisdiction. This tidbit\nof information sets up what I'm about to tell you.\n                We were\nat the bar, and he was happily drinking martinis and beaming like a fool. I\nknew there was a story, but I figured I'd wait until he was lubed up enough to\ntell it. He always needed to tell people his exploits, but he had to be careful\nwho those people were. If the contents of his black book were to become public,\nhe'd probably lose his job. But he certainly did love living dangerously. \n                \"Jack,\"\nhe told me, \"you'll never believe what Valerie and I did.\"\n                Valerie\nwas his secretary, a fine looking minx of a mink if there ever was one. She was\nobviously a brunette, but had gone for a body fur bleaching until she looked\nnearly like an ermine. She knew how to put on the makeup, and her clothes were\nkiller. Despite this, the agency had not granted her a job, declaring that they\nhad no room for her talents at the moment. She had taken the job with Bob because\nit kept her close to the talent agency. Now he; he had use for her talents.\n                Bob,\nlike me, was a wolf. Me, I earned my paycheck as a lower level accountant at\nBank-Rupp Financial Services Corp. LTD. I made good money, but not like he did.\nAnd I didn't have the flow of females coming my way either. On the other hand,\nI probably wasn't going to die of a heart attack at age fifty. He burned his\ncandle at both ends. One of these days that wolf was going to pack it in thanks\nto his lifestyle.\n                \"No\nBob, I probably won't.\"\n                His\neyes were a bit blurry. \"You know Val, right?\"\n                \"Of\ncourse I know Val. Everyone knows Val. It's hard to miss a gal with an\nhourglass figure and legs that don't quit.\" I tried to sound jealous. It wasn't\nhard. I was jealous.\n                \"She's\ngot a new fetish.\"\n                I\nwaited for him to tell me. I guess I had to ask. \"So what is it?\"\n                \"I\nthought you'd never ask. You know how we met on the elevator? Well, she found\nout she gets off riding the damn thing. Don't know if it's the vibrations or what,\nbut now when she rides it up or down, she gets all hot and wet.\"\n                I felt\nmy cock beginning to grow. I willed it back into its sheath. I didn't heed to\nbe dealing with that right now. All I needed to do was think about the mink and\nher pink and I'd get a boner. \"Do tell\"\n                \"So she\nsays to me, Bob honey, can you ride the\nelevator with me?\" \n                \"I\nfigure maybe she's going to sneak us in somewhere on another floor. Like take\nover a restroom on the fourteenth or something. No, the minute the doors close\nshe undoes my fly and gets me hard. When the doors opened on the twenty first\nfloor, she was standing there with her back to me, looking all pretty and\ninnocent. But in reality, she had nailed herself with my cock. In public. From\nthe rear.\"\n                \"Luckily,\nthere was no one waiting to get in, but from then on, we rode the elevator wherever\nit took us. It wasn't like we could move. I had knotted up inside her, and\nuntil I blew my wad, we were stuck. It was the craziest thing ever. When the\ndoors would close, I would pound her against the sides like I had rabies or\nsomething. When we heard it stop, we'd resume our position in the corner,\ntrying to look normal. Thankfully her skirt was slightly longer than normal,\nand she had turned it so that the side slit was in back. Except for our close proximity\nto each, we looked almost natural.\n                I found\nthat my zipper was straining to keep back my growing erection. Just listening\nto his sex was better than what I usually got. \"Go on.\"\n                \"What's\nthere to say? For an hour we had to ride up and down. All sorts of people got\non. Some lady and her young daughter were heading to the talent agency, and Val\nhad the nerve to chat with them on the ride up, giving them pointers. A priest\ngot on, heading to the charitable group on floor nine.  Business men, clients, the janitor; you name\nthem and they were probably in there at some point. It was people coming and\ngoing for that whole hour. And not one single person noticed. Finally I had\nenough and hit the emergency stop. I banged the hell out of her until she\nscreamed for mercy. It was the best sex I have ever had, and if it keeps up, I\ngoing to lose my job because of it.\"\n                He then\nlooked me square in the eye. \"So what do you think of that?\"\n  \"Bob, where do I begin? All I can think of to say is that it's wrong on so many levels.\""}