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I was busy typing away at the computer, organizing Mr. Brok's documents as he was informing the other executives about their latest business dealings. They were trying to merge companies with a very successful organization. Don't try asking me what it is exactly, I'm just the secretary. An ordinary, everyday, run-of-the-mill raccoon secretary who tends to be very, very organized...in most cases.

The only reason I got this job was because Mr. Brok knew me well. Perhaps a little too well.

After what felt like centuries, hearing muffled voices through his door, I heard my intercom buzz after it falls silent.

"Mr. Johnson, can you come into my office, please," Mr. Brok called.

I buzz back. "Be right with you in a moment, Sir. Just finishing up organizing your documents. Give me about five more minuets."

"I said now, Mr. Johnson." Boy, that man can be demanding.

I let out a sigh and pull out my chair, getting up and making my way to his door. It was an ordinary wooden door with a window and blinds inside, the words: Mr. Brok, C.E.O. written across the front.

I give three wraps at the door. "It's me, Mr. Brok."

"Come in, come in, my darling," he churrs.

I open the door slowly and poke my head inside. Residing in the office was a fairly bulky badger with cobalt blue hair, almost formed like a mohawk. He had a piercing with a green bead in his left ear, and a grin that could send shivers down anyone's spine. Not just any plain old shiver, no. A lustful shiver. He had the looks of a God. He was a few inches taller than me, but by God did he look great.

"You called, Sir?" I ask.

"Yes, yes. I needed you to take a look at something for me."

"And what might that be?"

He gestures towards a small desk by the back wall. It looked practically empty, with the exception of a folder and a few papers.

"What about the desk, sir? Want me to take a look at the papers inside?"

"Oh no, Mr. Johnson. I want you to do something a little bit more...special." An evil grin spreads across his muzz, sending a, now fearful, shiver down my spine.

He pulls me down towards him by the front of my shirt.

"My desk. Right now," he growls.

"W-W-What do you m-m-mean?" I stammer.

"I mean, you're gonna take your little outfit off, and then I'm gonna pound the fuck outta your ass until I'm satisfied, got it?"

"B-But Sir-"

"Don't you 'but Sir' me, boy. I'm your boss, and you're gonna do as I say. Got that?"

I nod shakily, my body starting to shake and shudder.

"Then get goin'!" He shoves me and I stumble, quickly regaining my balance.

He's never acted like this before, I thought to myself. I wonder what's up. Did he have a bad day? I can't tell.

"I said, get goin'!" He shoves again, this time almost knocking me over.

I sigh and begin to make my way to his desk. I turn around and look at him once I'm there.

"Now start strippin'," he orders. "I'm gonna plow that ass so fucking hard."

I decide to pluck up courage. "S-Sir, is there something wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong. I'm just horny, fucker. Now keep strippin'!"

I lower my head slightly in embarrassment from asking such a question, and do as I'm told. I start with the buttons on my shirt. One. Two. Three. I let it fall to the floor gracefully. And then start to unbutton the other shirt. One. Two. Three, and so on. Off goes that one.

I slowly take hold of my belt and begin lifting the buckle, letting the excess leather slide out and around, whipping through the loops, onto the floor.

I noticed that as I was stripping, Mr. Brok began to unbuckle his belt as well, but with a bit more haste, almost struggling, pulling out his cock and beating his meat in fast, eager strokes. He had a glorious cock. It was thick. Really thick. With a Prince Albert piercing on his tip, which moved side to side a bit as he hit it. I never really understood those, let alone knowing that he had one. It kind of unsettled me for some strange reason. I continued nonetheless.

I unbuttoned my pants and unzipped them, with just my underwear, socks, and shoes left.

He was rubbing his inner thighs with his free paw now, as if he was getting close. At least, that's what it appeared to be.

I peel off first my shoes, then my socks. I start to strip my underwear when the badger lunges at me, not wanting to wait any longer.

He wraps his arms around me and begins to hump my crotch, teeth barred, growling. I could feel him rub up against me, my own cock hardening as I feel his massive balls hit against me.

He nips my neck. Then again, except this time it was more like biting. And he did it, hard. His hands went lower...lower, until they reached my ass, groping and squeezing it, humping harder.

"You. Are. Mine," he growls. He tears at my underwear, literally ripping them off my body, gaining access to my hole with his digits. He makes an attempt to penetrate me, but my hole was tight. Very tight. Plus, well, he was attempting to go in dry. "God dammit, open up!"

I try to tell him, but I'm too heated, too lustful, letting him do as he pleased to me. I try to relax my hole, panting and gripping his back, rubbing up and down, wanting more, much more.

Frustrated, Mr. Brok pulls off and starts tearing at his clothes, desperately trying to get them off as quickly as possible.

When he does, I see he also has a necklace, which also had a PA piercing on it. What the fuck is with all the Pas, I thought to myself. Does he have some sort of PA fetish or something?

He grabs hold of me and turns me around, pushing me down onto the desk with one paw, spitting on my ass and his cock, lubing them up. First his cock, then my ass, shoving first one, then two digits into me forcefully, pulling and stretching, filling my hole. They were like thick and meaty sausages. I could only wonder what his dick will feel like. I was about to find out soon enough.

He rips them out of me, making my ass squeeze self-consciously. He lines his cock up at my hole, breathing deeply. I could hear the devilish grin that was plastered on his muzz.

I could feel the cock start to push in, metal and all. The metal, surprisingly, was decently warm. Most likely from his precum, I deduce. He stretches me more and more, almost three times as much as his fingers. He was so big...I didn't think I was able to take it. He thrusts slowly, getting used to my tightness.

He rests his nose into my neck and breathes heavily, his hot breath breathing down on me. My cock starts to throb at the sensation. He grips my hips and starts to buck faster, his balls hitting against mine a little harder, his breathing quickening. He lefts his head and starts to go faster, his PA rubbing against my insides harder and harder. It was starting to hurt a bit. I could only imagine what it was feeling like for him.

I move back, making an attempt to meet his thrusts, which were quickly getting harder and harder, bopping me back and forth, making my hair bounce as he makes me his little bitch.

His grunts begin to get louder and louder, soon forming into growls as he ruts into me, bottoming out and grinding into me, desperate for release.

"This is my fucking ass, got it?" he snarls in my ear. "No one is to touch it but me. Little fucker needs his ass bred. Fuck yeah!"

I begin to moan a little louder, loving it as he talks to me...breeding me...I can't say much but manage to utter a "Yes, Sir," somehow.

"You're my little bitch. My little cum dump." He grips harder and starts to drive home, his growling at his loudest, shaking me as well as the desk, pounding it against the wall as he gives it his all.

My cock starts to leak and drip precum from his forcefulness. He's so dominant, my Lord...

He moves his arms towards my chest and wraps them around me, resting his head onto my shoulder, making short, quick pumps, matching the breathing in his nose with each thrust, a low growl deep in his own chest.

"You ready, bitch? I'm gonna fucking cum in you...fuck yeah...feel daddy's cum..." He let's out one last, deep growl and he releases, pumping his cock, throbbing inside me, filling me, his cum flowing freely, some slipping out onto his balls, which make a squelching sound as he thrusts a little more, going slower and slower, until he gives one last ram, making me yelp, hitting the desk against the wall one final time.

He squeezes me tightly, holding me close. "Cum for daddy, you little bitch. Let me see you cum."

I nod shakily and grab hold of my own cock, jerking it as I feel him throb still, not knowing if he's still pumping or not. Either way, it felt really damn good. I start to mean again, after trying to catch my breath, the feeling of him inside me being just as erotic as anything else.

I close my eyes as I paw, imagining his cock still pumping his daddy juice into me, overflowing me, making me his. I whine as I feel myself getting close. My whines begin to get a little louder each time.

"Yeah, boy, let me see that cum. Show daddy what you got. C'mon do it!"

I feel myself go over the edge from his last words, reeling back, letting myself go as a torrent of cum starts to expel, making, first, one long shot across the desk, right along with a few shorter ones, pumping about five or six times, my breathing heavy now.

"That's it," he mews, "that's what I like to see." He pets my head on small, soft strokes. "That's a good boy."

Without warning, he places his paws on my hips and pulls out forcefully, almost ripping open my ass. Pain shoots up my body. I yelp loudly and grip my ass in reflex, tightening my hole, hoping nothing happened to it. I place a finger inside and inspect. Nothing. Thank...God.

I turn around and see that Mr. Brok is putting his clothes back on, his business attitude returning, as if this escapade didn't even happen.

He gets back into his chair and flips through various documents. I wrap my arms around his chest and plant a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you, Sir."

He grunts. "Get back to work." He looks back at me with a smile on his face. "Or else I'm gonna have to spank you when we get home."

I smile in return and release him, getting back to my own desk. I take a look at my screen and click on a folder. It reveals several other folders and various pictures and videos. I smile, knowing very well that this is his massive porn collection that he had forced me to organize. I begin placing them in their proper folders.

The day is slow but I don't mind. At least now I have something to think about whilst I organize. My smile gets wider as I realize that his might be an everyday thing, or at least every other day...I hope.