Those Banana Days -(Chapter 9)-
#9 of Those Banana Days
Oh my goodness, I don't know why, but these stories are really helping me feel more and more open to writing on my other story that I have going and that I haven't written on in like a year, goodness. It started out so good and then wouldn't you know, it turned into me posting stories year after year! But! Thanks to all of you guys and possibly gals out there who read these stories that I post and send in any feedback, I do look at the who view count as feedback, so that's good! Heheh. Also! I think I'm going to try this whole 50th watcher gets a story or something from me in the process of increasing my writing ability/skills as well as giving thanks to whomever watches and what not. I do write for you all! SO, thanks again for everything!
I do believe I shall leave the rest of the writing now to be the actual story instead of boring you with the intros that I still make to be super long! Hahah! I hope you all with enjoy the next installment of the series!
Those Banana Days
CHAPTER Nine
Well! I'm sure everyone knows the whole saying of it's not what you know in life, it's who you know that'll help you succeed in life? Hah! Yeah, that's rich, try and use that quote one someone who would stick their neck out for you when you don't know a damn thing about anything that they are doing! I myself, have taken a broad spectrum of classes that have given me the knowledge that will help me out in the future, but my little side job, has already opened up some doors if you catch what I mean! Heheh!
The saying should be changed for me and instead told like: "It's what you know AND who you bang!" Ah yeah, that is just the funniest way I have come up with changing that quote for myself, maybe I'll have that on a shirt or something. I am a fan of making my own shirts and by that I mean ordering them online!
Anyway! Seeing as I've just finished up some midterm for a micro-economics class and am thoroughly brain-dead, I always think a nice relaxing time at the dorm with my friends is the best way to spend time after such a taxing test. Hah, taxes... economics, get it?! Hehe, either way! That's what I would like to say is a great time, but when you have a caller ID that reads "Mr. Shyke" you might just lose all thoughts of that, get a raging hard on and have to go into your room to bust a quick one out from all the sweet memories that come back to ya!
He's given me a lot of money over the times I've been there, some of which has paid for several of my classes and he's like my father in the sense that he's proud to find out I'm doing well in school. He even offered to pay a tutor to come over to my place, but I turned him down, hahah, seems like I might just be someone he likes a whole lot!
He says if that offer of me wanting to check out his business was still open and if it was, I should show up as soon as possible to an address he rattled off to a place near the city, a tall building of sorts I remember passing by every now and again as I went into the city to have a good time.
I of course blurted out how much I'd be down for that, a statement that made him chuckle at my youthful terms and phrases used. We chatted over a few things, he was pleased I'm doing well in school, told me to wear something more or less formal and show up whenever I wanted. Making good note to make me remember to tell the person at the front desk, a Ms. Bella, that I was there for the secretary internship or some shit like that. It would get me up there without much worry!
Turns out several people don't like other people bringing in people to ogle their shit, there are very private documents and data and whatever in the building, so the whole showing people around was stopped soon enough which meant saying I was there for the internship was about as good as me getting a free pass as it was going to get! It was probably pretty obvious that I didn't care to spend so much time on that subject and what not as I quickly made my way to the dorm.
I was home and jerking out that quickie to get myself to not be so turned on within a few moments later of course, I mean after all, what could happen, we're at his place of business and he's just wanting to give me that tour I was curious about and brought up several times whenever he had me over. The mess I made takes longer than I thought to clean up, turns out bucking into your palm and moaning out "Mr. Shyke" can fling your cum all over the place. Hahaha! I'd say try it yourself, but how the fuck am I supposed to know how many people have gotten their guts creamed by a rich-as-fuck bunny guy.
After cleaning up my little... spill in my room, to which I chuckled at calling it that, myself, I fired off a text for the one and only Mr. Shyke about the time I would arrive around late afternoon and began the oh-so-fun (NOT!) task of picking out the apparel that may or may not lead to something good happening, or something great happening, I mean, how much could a tie cost me at this place? Probably a lot I think! Hahah!
A nice little bit of blue for a button down shirt with a dark suit-jacket to go over it and some matching slacks to go with the jacket, I'd say I was pretty darn snazzy lookin' with how the shoes and a fancy looking wristwatch I had received for Christmas came together with my own outfit. Viola!
With a grabbing of my keys and a final glance of how sexy I look in the mirror, I'm on my way towards something that several perverts I'm sure, just jack off while thinking about, hell, I may even have a temp job after this anyway!?
The ride to the designated business was only a mere twenty or so out of the way, not that it mattered all that much, seeing as while the college kids complain about their debt, I'm just hiding a sneer grin behind my palms as a rolled up wad of bills keeps the gas in the car filled up and the pleasures of the night all the more worth it in my eyes anyway. The clock of the dash of the car reads "5:27 PM" in a subtle blue color matching most of the other interior dash lights, what can I say, blue is pretty cool color and everything. My eyes were more focused on the neat looking building towering over me by at least 13 stories, who the hell needs that many floors when you work a construction company?! You think you have a lot with equipment and a small building and there you go, guess that means the rich need something nice to look at before blowing more money I'd make in a year at any normal job that didn't require master degrees.
A nice rock garden laced with several small plants and trees litter the front of the building, I'm told by Shyke that this layout focuses the attention of the viewer at the logo and name of the business on the front with how the stones and trees oddly seem to point towards the building; It's one of the first steps to getting customers he says. Nice to know I can count on him for the subtle little tricks if I ever find myself wanting to make some kind of business for myself later on, oh well, a nice thought I like to hold on to.
Besides the nice placement of walkways and eye catching plants with their secret order of focusing ones attention somewhere, the building is still eye catching in its own ways. Glass windows filed in perfect order along all sides of the building, the horizon of the city being reflected upon the lower half as the sun makes its trek to the setting point. I catch myself staring at the beauty of it now while pulling out my own phone to take a little picture of it. Hey, I am a fan of photography and videos and don't you judge me! You'd kill to have my collection I bet! Hah!
The dark frame of the building almost cuts into the slowly but surely darkening sky as I finally find myself taking the time to walk up to the front door, a sudden chill of holyhellinahandbasket what am I here for again? I rub the sweat of the brow of my forehead; this weather still being not the coolest for the hair over my body I've taken the time to notice now, maybe a dark colored suit jacket wasn't the greatest of choices for me to wear for this event! Maybe Shyke wanted something a little less formal or maybe he wan-...
"Hello! How may I help you...?" The plump bovine made her eye movement of scanning my body all the more obvious, her words cut through my train of thought and knocked me back into reality, took me a bit to realize I had made it up to the front desk!
"... Sir?" She managed to finish as if the appearance of a freakin' monkey in some nice looking clothes were of some rare occurrence that the older heads of the secretarial jobs talked about but were never experienced by the younger ones. Come on ya cow, it isn't that hard to image me in the clothes, right!?
I looked her in the eye with an almost nearly genuine smile, acting official as I check my watch with a little huff of her attitude while making my way closer to the desk edge to be that much more serious acting about it.
"Ahhhm, yes, Ms. Bella is it? I believe I'm here for the job interview for uuuhm, Mr. Shyke's assistant opening. I was told to show up around this time and that you'd help me find my way to the interviewing area?" I stated in my best matter-oh-fact fashion, giving her a little dish of her own medicine with acting out of my way to come off as one who knows what the hell they are doing here.
I swear if I could have pulled out my phone to take a picture of that I would have, it was like a wasp had just landed on her nose and she didn't dare to move, I think she dropped her pen before hoofed pawfingers made their way to flash across the keyboard in an attempt to prove me wrong and have those nice looking Doberman security guards have something to do for once today.
"A mister Tye should be on the appointment list." I so happily added with a sly sneer of my lips, almost getting a kick out of acting like a bigshot in front of someone who probably though I had gotten lost in the outskirts of the city or something! Thankfully Shyke had responded as I was driving upwards that I was on the appointment list, so yeah, this isn't some fucking cliché move out of the movies even if I like to joke around, I knew I'd be on the list! Haha, oh wait, maybe that is from the movies, gah! I should have planned out how to make this a better entrance then!
"Ah yes... Mr. Tye, appointment for a 5:50 PM interview..." She said while adjusting the spectacles along her broad facial features. I hadn't taken the time until now to really look at who may or may not have tossed me out if I hadn't known what I was doing here. A quick glace over the counter of the marble desk top, past the probably top of the line hardware that isn't out for the public and settled in a nice little rolling office chair was the rather large bovine, Ms. Bella.
It was cute, a nice little beige or so button down shirt and a rather long suit skirt I believe they are called, haha, see that ladies? I know some of the lingo about the clothes you wear after all! Although I should probably mention that she did wear a rather dark colored bra and it diiiiiid kind of show up through the shirt. She looks to be quite the busty bovine for sure, almost makes me jealous the picture of her family on her desk as that means her son right there in the baseball jersey got more boob action than I will out of those supple... luscious...-
"Mr. Tye, Jarold our security officer here will help you up to the interviewing room." She almost said in such a tone that was still laced with a small amount of disbelief that someone like me was here for something like this interview. If she had asked me the first thing about construction, I might have blown my cover, phew!
At least she spoke in that southern draw that is quite fine in a female of her... standing if you will. I think that the accent just works well for the female Bovines, for they are just fiiiine! MmmmMmm! Although this Jarold here really isn't that bad on the eyes either for such a tall and I'm sure silent when it comes to dealing with people like me. I'm sure I mentioned some time ago that canines are not the most common in this area, it is next to the school, although I'm sure there are more in town, but you know, school tends to keep me busy and a bar that isn't all the way in town where I work is also a great plus, too!
"Right this way, Mr. Tye." Jarold here so kindly mentions in a rather deep sounding voice, brown fur mixing so smoothly into that darker portion along the top of his facial features, stout maw and all with such a nice looking face that just makes his quite the elegant looking man, even if he's wearing that atypical security uniform that all the high-end business has. I swear these guys must all shop at the same place because these guards always seem to have some kind of coincidence with how they look.
I hope he didn't mind me ogling his backside, haha, what am I kidding, of course he didn't mind! One must learn how to do the ogling without being caught; I think I can thank some of that to my brothers for their wisdom on it while learning a bit about it myself through the time in college. Though I must say for all the ladies and men out there, Doberman are fucking adorable if you look at that little tail of theirs poking through their clothes, I just find that to be the cutest thing ever on them!
Of course while I'm leaning back against the back of the elevator he so kindly directed me to, getting a nice eyeful of his backside while he stood next to the floor buttons. Turns out this building is fifteen floors high, or at least, that is what floor we stopped on and everything. A few left turns here, a right turn there, a quick little chatting with a foxy female in her cubical while I oddly wait around kicking at the floor for their conversation to finish and we're are a large set of some kind of wooden door. I'm sure it is some kind of rare wood or something with its wood grain and lining, a nice bit for a nice office I soon find out after stepping inside.
The office overlooked the slowly fading light as the sun makes its way around, the lights of the city not even starting to come on yet. A large wooden table with some kind of black screen integrated within the contours of the center of the table bumped around the "Shyke's Construction" lovely black leather seating arrangements around the centerpiece, all of which directed my attention to the gentleman in the head seat, a familiar grin being all too obvious to me.
"Ah, welcome Mr. Tye, please take a seat and we'll get this interview rolling. Nice to see someone showing up a little early for just an interview if you don't mind me saying; a trait that is becoming that much harder to find in new employees." He so calmly spoke in his subtle voice, a snowy white paw coming to bounce across a screen of some kind of tablet he held and before I knew it, the interior windows aiming to the remaining furs and scales of the 15th floor faded over to a black shady screen, I couldn't even make out that one girl or anything really across through the windows.
"Ah, Jarold, thank you for showing Mr. Tye here to the office, that will be all and please, tell the misses I'll be sure to be there for her birthday and yes I'll bring the dip!" Shyke almost joking blurted out with a soft chuckle, the Canine giving him a soft chuckle in return before giving a nodding of his head before heading for the door.
"Hahah, yes sir, though make sure you bring enough chips this time!" He spoke in that deep voice of his, it almost sounding odd that someone who spoke like that could talk in such a humorous tone! Man I was totally nervous for nothing if security can talk to the man boss like that without the formal tones... huh, maybe I should think about accepting this job for more than what I think might happen here!
It was only a few moments more before the room contained one less individual, now only a CEO of a multi-million dollar organization and a kid he has several times before where he had held his power over because he likes knowing I love it... in the bedroom! Hahah!
"Well, what do you think of the building, David? I believe this is probably your first time here, unless someone of your family had taken business with us before." Shyke almost chuckled out as he made his way to be standing in front of me, paw outstretched for the familiar greeting. Of course I made the hand shake, as firm as I could because I know all of the business types out there basically see your future with just this one simple act, although it takes a bit to truly get it down.
"It's a big building, sir. I wasn't really given the tour although from what I did see, you have quite the nice set up going on here." I calmly gave him a response, trying to put as little a college kid's vocabulary as I could in my own words; Formality isn't really my strong suit I guess, though I am sure I can put on a good show after all!
Of course my thinking of formalities made it seem all the more surprising that I was pressed up against the darkened interior windows of the office, a wicked grin of approval as my body was almost violated if I had not expected something like this was going to happen. His other paw made sure to give my tail a little playful tugging before my own backside was given a firm little patting as he moved his face forward.
"I wasn't aware you looked so..." His eyes wandered over my frame, as if they had their own ideas of what they'd like to do with me. "Well-mannered and professional with your attire, David. You should have told me some time that you had these." He teased me, keeping his frame towards with my own as I almost squirm along the windows. My heart basically acting like a criminal trying to escape through my ribcage as this rather public, not-so-public display went on.
I couldn't help but let my cheeks burn with a little blush as he pressed his hips to mine and leaned over to give my ears a little nipping, teasing once without even needing to say a single word, damn you for knowing some of my weak spots ya damn bunny boy!
"I was hoping to give you a little tour of the floor and a little personal tour of my office as well, how does that sound?" Shyke said while taking a step back from me, adjusting his own tie as I finally managed to get a nice little look over such an individual. Pitch black working shirt with the buttons made of some ivory or some shit like that, mind you he's told me about that shirt many a time so don't think I have that kind of eye for clothes, I'm not that much of a gay man! Hah! Black shirt and black pants held up by some kind of belt I'd only guess cost an arm and a leg while the shortened work-related foot apparel came off as quite the good looking get-up for the Lagomorph. Haha, yeah, I went there, I know the biology of the millionaire!
"I take it that would be a yes to the offer as you seem a little occupied with those eyes of yours. Do you like what I have on hmmm?" He asked while opening the door to the rest of the floor, as if ushering me out like a newbie employee to the herds of the rest of the working force. I simply grinned while making my way by.
"Hah, I think it suits you well. Though I wonder... shouldn't we stay in here for a little bit? You know... I was kind of led up here for the interview and I'm kind of wondering if I'm even going to get one!" I retorted to his own comment, giving a slight playful little bowing gesture for him to take the lead for the rest of the floor.
He smirked, I grinned, and the rest of the employees who might have seen our faces would be none the wiser.
"Ah, don't you worry; there will be plenty of time for that later, but please, let me show you around the workplace. I know I haven't offered this for you before so why not enjoy it a little?" He asked while taking the front of our duo walking pack, giving a small wave to the nearby mail runner. A small Fox that somehow seemed to fit for that position, they can be quite the speedy ones after all; he returned the wave without missing a beat of passing out the assorted documents in his cart.
"I am sure you remember that I run this building and it deals mainly with the wealthy end of architecture and construction. I could rattle you off the activities that we do, but I I'm sure I've told you that many a time before!" Shyke spoke while he took me around a corner, his little bunbun tail giving a playful, almost twitching swaying as he looked over his shoulder with a smirk. My eyes only caught the end of that smirk for obvious reasons of something attractive to look at
Nothing like seeing a nice looking piece of backside in a nice pair of pants, oh yeah, you can bet I'd tap that... although in Loufe's case, I'd probably try and fail, ending up like a whimpering little bitch begging for him to take me harder because that's exactly how I know he likes it!
"How's the school going my boy?" He asked while introducing me to a fellow work-mate, almost putting me on the spot with this feline I've never met before, yet Shyke acted as if I should speak about something like that to someone I don't know. "Keeping up the grades I hope! We don't run a sloppy ship here, Mr. Tye. Hell, I don't recall anyone having less than two degrees. Even the nice security guard, who brought you in, believe it or not, he's a business major with several years in the military!" He asked while I made my own two cents on my own workings and studies. He seemed pleased to hear that I was slightly still braindead from the test I had only a few hours before this meeting.
"Hah! Don't fret about it, if one feels that mentally drained after such an exam, it means one has put in the effort to be in such a condition, wouldn't you say?"
I simply nodded after shaking hands with the fellow male, a soft creamy and brown furred feline of some kind of less manly cat, for surely not that of a Lion! He seemed nice with how he spoke, though the conversation only lasted so long before I found myself following once more behind the bunbun tail, nearly bumping into the back of him as he held the door open for the mail courier.
Huh! Maybe I actually will be getting a job here or something. Seems to be just a regular tour of some business and I've been through a few in my years.
Of course, the paw placed between my legs and the male pressing against me around the corner of any other presence sure as fuck threw those ideas out of my head and I'm pretty damn sure they'd do the same for you! Hehe, son of a bitch this guy is risky to do...-
"Mmmm, do I have to keep you turned off to keep your attention, David? Maybe you should take care of this to be more..." His paw cupped me through my slacks, basically kneading me as if to churn up any goodness within. "Attentive... It's not like every college boy gets to be here after all." He almost jokingly spoke, letting me see that coy grin of his while letting me go. My mind more flustered than my body as the door opened once more for the foxy canine to bound around to deliver an envelope he must have forgotten. His eyes not even looking over to us, too lost in his own world as if to correct something terribly wrong as an undelivered piece of mail. The paw between my legs didn't stop, neither did my heart.
"Come now David, just a few more spots I'd like to show you before that interview you seem to want so much." Loufe spoke as if nothing had happened, my cheeks flushed like a mother fucking female monkey wearing too much damn make-up.
You win this time, Shyke! Gah!
A few more introductions came on by here and there, quite the variety of people he has working with him and everything, though I guess one cannot help but be like a beacon brining in the smart architects and construction managers. Oh well, maybe I'll find myself having a part time job here or something.
We seem to have a bond, Shyke and I, because I doubt he'd be showing people a blueprint for a future home along the northern part of town, but hey, at least I've had a few classes back in high school that let me know what the hell I was even looking at, the price made me gulp a little I think, of course that might be the bunny man holding the blueprints up with his arms around my body, his chest to mine in some kind of upright spooning business move. I miiiight have to try this sometime I think! He even jotted down some notes I had about the position of the backyard patio and pool, haha, maybe my name will end up on the contract somehow or something as a designer! Mr. Tye! Kicking asses and taking names!
"Oh don't get so full of yourself, David!" He noted as I joked about my designing talent, giving his own head a playful little shaking as if to say "What the heck am I going to do with you, Monkey!" He simply chuckled and gave my tush a little swat in the direction of his office; of course the first thing that went through my head was the fact that his interior windows facing the rest of the inner floor had the same tinting means to block out anything. His bunny devil grin was all the more brighter as he led me inside, the whole cliché thing of him closing the door ran through my mind that forced out a grin of my own.
"Ah, welcome to my office, Mr. Tie. Please, take a seat and let's see if we can find something suited for you here." Loufe spoke before the door had removed the outside world to the inside world of his office as if to give a formal feeling of me being invited into his office while throwing anyone off who thought of anything besides me being there for an interview.
I took the initiative this time and came to sit upon the edge of his desk, my legs just barely dangling above the ground as I made n notion to keep my legs closed. He sure as hell kept me riled up; maybe I can do the same to you, mister bunbun!
The darkened windows giving me my mode of confidence to gesture him over with a paw.
"I believe you owe me an interview, Mr. Shyke." I spoke with a low voice, the presence of a male bunny pressing up to me helped boost my ego a little of how I was acting. I gripped his backside and gave a firm little groping of my own, his hips grinding up to my own already-starting-to-tent-slacks.
"Mmmpphhf... I believe this will be a presentational interview..." His words sounded as if they were needy of me being there, I giggled softly at the comment. "and I'll be sure to not go easy on you." He finished, starting to undo my own button down with one free paw, the other massaging between my legs that made me feel like a giddy secretary getting some from the big boss. That was short lived however as he moved the paw to work at my belt and pants as well. I let him take the lead once more.
"Now..." My shirt hung open, dangling along my shoulder on one side and along my elbow for the other side, with the beginning of his words. "Tell me why I should consider you for..." A nipple found its home within his maw for a moment, twitching whiskers making me squirm with the tickling feelings for a short time. "... the position of one of my assistants?" I moaned, his paw working my pants found its way under my boxers and tugged at my hardening monkey meat.
"Uuuhmm..." Come on David... you know you can play his game toooooo. "B-because I am a hard worker... and I uuhm, know my way around economics... I'm not afraid to get dirty to makes things..." I leaned up and bit his ear tenderly, whispering the rest past my stuffed lips. "Cuuuuuuuuuum to flourish for your company." I added with a long draw of my words, it being quite difficult to talk when you have a bunny paw stroking your dic-... I'm sorry, cock! Mr. Shyke dislikes the word dick!
Shyke Smirked at that and I couldn't be more proud that that worked like I had planned! He looked over his shoulder and nodded as I'm guessing he noticed to door was locked. My manhood with throbbing freely in the air with my balls hanging low, a musky scent filling the room hastily as he started with his own attire. I simply watched and kicked off my shoes in the process, removing the rest of my pants but keeping the shirt on. A fully nude Mr. Shyke meeting my gaze shortly after I had moved back on his desk.
His demeanor was still that of a formal one, walking casually as his own bunny manhood in its pink glory pokes its head out his snowy white sheath. I almost drooled of course looking at his balls though, what can I say, I haven't seen them in quite a while though! Don't judge me dammit! Hahah!
"Tell me David, have you picked up a taste for cigars? It's been quite some time since we've... done business." He noted while kneeling down along the other end of his desk, the sound of a drawer being moved reached my ears. A few things sounding like they were being opened and a few moments later, clink! A puff of smoke wafting up along the edge of the desk as he stood back up with a lit cigar in his maw. Ah, how I've missed that look of you Shyke, so fucking manly, I swear!
He offered and I accepted, taking his cigar and giving it a little drag more than I should have as the resulting cough and a chuckling rabbit told me I'd not yet reached the cigar taste yet. It didn't stop me from letting the last of the smoke ooze out of my nostrils as I looked him dead in the eye, grinning mischievously.
"Let me guess, Cuban given the taste and smell?" I asked while sprawling out along his desk, moving the pictures and files out of the way to leave me sprawled out and jacking myself off, the imminent feeling of being caught still on my mind, though it made it that much more kinky. He only chuckled and took a hit from the cigar I handed back, rolling it around with his teeth before sloooowly breathing it out across my working paw and cock, pre already dripping at the tip at the heated smoke made me feel even more dirty. I accidentally bit his cigar hard though after he had handed it back and buried his cute as fuck bunny face between my legs and started eating out my tight pucker of a tailhole as if he were a dog searching for his favorite bone, being very thorough with that wet tongue of his... holy fucccckk!
I winced thoroughly while puffing out the expensive smoke, though my mouth not being the only end it poured out of as he did basically his signature move, puffing that heated Cuban cigar smoke up into my guts that made my insides push it out every now and again as he lapped at my backside. I couldn't help but giggle while I rubbed his head with the tip of my tail, fucking awesome like that, you know, monkey and prehensile and all!
I didn't even notice the switch from the tongue invading my ass until he was standing between my legs and his paw worked to pump two digits in and out in a sloppy notion that squelched with his own saliva each inwards thrust. He kissed me, spoke sweet adult nothings in my ear as he humped and fingered me, our lips mashing together every now and again to wrestle our tongues. Smoked lazily drooled out of my nose as we made out and let me tell you, when he bottomed out in me in the middle of our fucking fine French smoke kissing, I whined like the good little faggot he branded me so. The next few thrusts that made his desk move slightly caught me off guard and knocked some sense into me of the carnal act we were committing. I was letting a man get his dick up my ass in his place of work... maybe I should have thought about this more with my brain and not my cock head!
"That's it you tight little monkey Slut... Show your boss how a good little bitch gets his ass bred!" Reached my ears, murdered my thoughts and made me moan out as best I could before he purposely blew a streamlined bit of smoke across my face. I breathed it in and blew it back as best I could before I felt him bottom out once more that fine rabbit prick of his under my tail and held it there as we made out once more, the moment lasted so long before it was squelching within me, I could just imagine the copious amount of pre he was smearing my guts with and I could fucking take... it.. any mooorreeeeewwhhhooaaa!
"Come on David..." He breathed out with a heavy panting, putting the cigar between his lips while yanking me upwards and pushing me face first towards the windows. That ladies and gentlemen... is how I become the star of the building, or at least in my own mind. My ass was pulled out, paws along the window, feet spread and a Cuban cigar smoking, multi-million wealthy as fuck, head of a company railed me like he wanted to make me scream, to which I obliged and was promptly gagged with his fingers in my maw. I suckled. I moaned. I smeared spurts of pre along his window as I watched the life of the city continue on without a clue as to a young college kid getting fucked.
"Come on Mr. Shyke.. Fuck your faggot... fuck your little cum dump slut..." I breathed out as I neared my own release. The pawfingers through my hair holding my head back for some deeper thrusting leverage, the hard slapping of my left ass cheek and the command to "be a good little bitch and cum" made a slopping noise as my seed sprayed across the lower portion of his window, asshole and all clenching as my release started the chain reaction of my own bowels being stuffed with bunny cock that so generously filled me more shortly afterwards. I slouched my face along the window and just let myself drool while breathing heavily, my balls empty and my meat spent of the now huge load I had just donated to the window. I felt proud I could even finish with that much.
Mr. Shyke kept humping me as he finished with his own orgasm, slumping against me as I watched some employees leave, looking like small toys walking along the floor as I was slowly left void of the once heated member within my guts. The pleasantries didn't seem to last that long, though how could I complain? I leaned down and watched as he slopped out, and let myself murr at the gaping of my own tailhole and the splash of sperm that hit the floor and trickled through the fur of my legs. He panted, inspected his work and blew a final breath of smoke towards my slowly closing pucker, my backside shaking a little playfully in return.
We cuddled on his desk for a moment, did some after-sex dirty talk and he so kindly cleaned me with another fantastic rimjob, excluding the smoke this time and before we knew it, we were in the elevator going down to the main lobby. He didn't even clean himself, his own pants bulged even still as we made our way to the front desk. I swear, I could smell the musk from here, but thanks to a nice spray of his cologne that made me want to roll around and just breath him in for the night, and his excuse to walk me out made it less obvious I was wearing his cologne and my ass was just abused by such a powerful bunny man. We traded farewells at the front desk and I couldn't help but watch Ms. Bella act surprised I was talking with her boss. It was just too freaking perfect with the look on her face.
It wasn't till I was walking into my dorm that I realized I didn't even fucking get paid for this. Son of a bitch! I'll have to charge him extra the next time we ge-_BZZZZTTT._Gah that is still a loud vibrate!
"Uhm, Hello?" I asked from the unknown number on my caller ID.
"Mr. Tye?" Was a familiar female's voice on the other end of the line.
"Yeah, what's up, who is this?" I asked having blown off my formality for the evening as I started the shower, cum stained boxers and my clothes in the dirty hamper already.
"This is Ms. Bella from Shyke's Constructions. I'm just calling to ask if you'd be available for another interview around the same time next week? Mr. Shyke asked that I get in touch with you and make plans for another interview." She almost labored out; I swear it was just too funny to imagine the expression on her face when he asked her that.
I replied that would be perfectly fine and thanked her for the call, haha, she simply noted it on a list I could hear her typing and told me thanks and to have a great day before hanging up hastily.
Haha, I take what I said early back.
The expression on her face NOW is just too damn perfect to imagine.
I grin all the while water rushes over my face and Loufe's sperm trickles out under my tail.
Ahhhhhh! Finally getting back to writing after finding some time and creativity with it all. I hope you all enjoyed this latest chapter as realized I added an extra few pages of written words than the other stories! Haha, well this story is meant to help me with that, so I hope you all enjoyed either way. Feel free to leave a fav or stars of any number and by all means, comment to your heart's content! Have a great time, readers!