[Web Res] Furry Wife of the Week: Amy the Deer (Patreon)

If you're seeing this, I'm already on a trip.

Conventions are fine for the company; they’re almost a necessity. But they're also three days of bad coffee and a dry spell with a name badge on it. I recorded this the night before I left because I wasn't flying out empty.

Low season. Half the floor gone by six. I asked Amy to stay and finish the Q3 packet. When she gave me that look, I waved a gift card at her like an idiot and told her it was hers if she stuck around. That was enough.

She knew. She always knows.

Deer girls don't end up as secretaries by accident. Half of them can type eighty words a minute and the other half can suck the fillings out of your teeth. Makes me wonder if other companies run the same unofficial policy. Heard PromoTech does. Offhand. Anyway.

She came into my office in the white blouse and the pencil skirt, glasses slipped down her muzzle, black collar, that headband. I shut the door. Locked it. Left the blinds open.

If anybody's still here, that's their problem.

She glanced at the door, then back at me. "You're leaving tomorrow for the conventions."

"Yeah."

Clothes came off like we'd done this enough times not to narrate it. Blouse on the visitor chair. Skirt on the floor. Bra off, and those heavy tits dropped warm and bare, nipples already tight. The stockings stayed. Black. Thigh-high. A little shine under the office lights.

They tell you porn stars dress to make you hard. Watching the woman who spent the afternoon correcting juniors in the floor stand naked like that is a different league. She looked almost startled at herself.

“Deer in the headlights?”. I said it out loud.

She snorted. "You're old." Her cheeks were red.

I sat on the edge of the desk. She went to her knees and took my cock out already half-hard and put it in her mouth. No warmup speech. Warm. Wet. That tongue along the underside while she hollowed her cheeks. I went fully hard so fast it was embarrassing. She gagged once, recovered, kept going. Spit already stringing from her lips to the shaft. I put a hand on the back of her head and let her work. The wet sounds filled the room.

She pulled off to breathe. A rope of saliva hung between her muzzle and the head. She licked it up and went back down.

I reached between her thighs while she sucked. Two fingers found her already slick. I rubbed her clit, then pushed in. She moaned around my cock. I worked her until she was dripping on the carpet, then put my fingers to her mouth. She tasted herself without being asked.

Good. If we're doing this, we're both in it.

People in this office usually wear a condom, a matter of courtesy. Not a lot of guys wanted sloppy seconds, and the gals doesn’t want to keep going back and forth to the toilet to clean up for the next one. This is the end of the day, and a special occasion. She knew what that meant.

I stood her up, kissed her messy muzzle, and wrapped a fist around my cock. It was rock hard, still wet and shining with her spit, the head flushed dark. I gave it a couple slow strokes while she watched, then lifted her onto the desk. Papers went everywhere. Ass on the edge. Legs open. Stockings still on. I lined myself up, dragged the wet head of my cock up and down her folds until she twitched, then pushed in.

One long, slow stroke and I sank in until I bottomed out, the heat of her wrapped tight around every inch. She made a sound that didn’t belong in an office, something low and punched-out. Her cunt was slick and hot, gripping me hard, already fluttering in little pulses that made my cock throb. I grabbed her tits, heavy and soft in my hand, thumbs dragging over her nipples, and started fucking her. The wet drag of her around me was obscene, every thrust pushing deeper into that tight, soaking heat.

Hard after that. The desk creaked. Her glasses fogged. She grabbed the far edge over her head and I drove into her until her whole body and table rocked. Wet slapping. Her slick running down my balls onto the wood.

She came first. Her cunt clamped down hard around me, a sudden tight squeeze that made me groan, and a shout tore out of her before she could bite it back. Her whole body locked up, thighs trembling against my hips, back arching off the desk. Then she gushed, hot and wet, soaking my fur and the papers under her ass. It hit my stomach in a messy splash. Her mouth hung open, eyes half-shut behind fogged glasses, chest heaving as the aftershocks rolled through her.

I didn’t stop

My beer belly was in the way. My back was already complaining. I hooked my arms under her thighs, lifted her off the desk, and let her drop onto my cock. She slammed down and cried out. I did it again. Lifted her. Dropped her. Used the weight. Her tits bounced hard. Her mouth hung open. She was loud now. The kind of loud that carries down a hallway.

Maybe someone's still here. Maybe not.

Her legs wrapped around me. I held her up, one arm under her ass, the other paw on her breast, pinching the nipple until she whimpered. Wall. Desk. Standing again, her body coming down on every thrust, wet and filthy and loud.

I felt it building hard, that tight pressure low in my gut, balls drawing up as I fucked into her. My thrusts got shorter, heavier.

"Fuck, Amy. I'm close."

She dug her nails into my arms, face turned away, voice small and shaky.

"Y-you can... if you want."

"Yeah?" I gritted out, hips still moving. "You want me to cum inside?"

She hesitated, blushing and panting hard, then gave a quiet "Yes..."

I slowed just enough to make her feel it. "Louder. Let's make the office hear it."

Her face flushed darker. She squirmed under me, then let it out, shaky but clear. "Yes! fuck, yes! Cum inside me."

That did it.

I buried deep and came, thick pulses pumping into her, cock twitching hard with every shot. The heat of it flooded her, and she clenched around me like she was trying to milk it out. I kept thrusting through it, the mess sloshing wet and hot around my shaft, her slick and my cum mixing with every stroke. She moaned low, legs tightening around me.

When I finally pulled out a heavy rope followed, spilling down her thighs and soaking into the stockings, mixed with everything she'd already put on me.

She dropped to her knees immediately and took the mess in her mouth. Her slick. My cum. The spit still on it. She made it worse before she made it better. Drool and cream running down her chin onto her tits. Glasses still on. She sucked until I was hard again.

Second time I was already breathing hard. Back on the desk. Legs folded up. I fucked her through the mess we'd made. Every thrust pushed more cum out of her. She came shaking and I felt her piss a little, a hot trickle, then more when I didn't let up. The smell changed.

I came inside her again anyway.

After that it blurred. Visitor chair. My chair, her riding, tits in my face. Standing, belly to belly. She was a wreck. Fur matted. Makeup gone. Collar crooked. Stockings ruined.

I stayed wet because she never dried out.

Midnight. I was leaning on the desk, panting, dick sore and still dripping both of us. Amy was on the floor in the mess, legs open, that glazed look on her face. Cum and squirt and a little piss on the carpet. Tissues everywhere. My whole office smelled like a cheap brothel.

I helped her up. She wobbled, one hand catching my arm for balance. Cum was still leaking out of her, thick and slow, running down her inner thighs and dripping onto the carpet as we walked naked through the empty office. Her fur was matted between her legs, stockings ruined and slipping. I was still half-hard, dick wet and hanging heavy, both of us leaving a trail. We made it to the executive bathroom, the one with an actual shower instead of just a sink.

I got the water warm. Under the spray it got quiet. I washed her fur. She washed mine. Tender in that stupid, exhausted way. I soaped her tits and she laughed once, tired, leaning into my hands for a second before pulling back.

We cleaned up as well as we could, which wasn't well. The stockings went in the trash, obviously. We dressed in yesterday's clothes. They still smelled like office and sex.

I still had the gift card I'd waved at her earlier. I walked her to the parking lot. Empty. Too quiet after all that noise. I held it out and she took it, tucked it away without making a thing of it.

For a second neither of us moved. Then she hugged me. Kissed my cheek.

"Safe trip."

She said it like we hadn't just wrecked my office. I almost asked what this was. Didn't. She squeezed once more and let go.

I paid the cleanup crew extra in the morning. They know. They always know.

If this posted, I'm already gone.

See you in a week.

-          B

Artist note: I was planning to make and release this picture before my trip, but I wasn't fast enough then. I went back, planning to do a quick one, and I got hit by some sort of eye inflammation. Alas, I finally finished this piece way overdue. But I hope you like how this all came out