Lydia

Story by WSAD on SoFurry

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#16 of Short Smuts

Yet another new story! :D Let's see how this story turns out, shall we?


Lydia was a well paid whore. That's not what she got hired for though. It wasn't in her job description either. Regardless, it had her working as a whore. Today, like every day, was just one more day in the life of Lydia, the boss' favorite bitch. She was a gorgeous collie dog. Perfectly groomed fur and well kept body. Curvy, but fit. She made damn sure she could drop a man dead with a sway or a look. Nice round breasts and a ass made for grabbing. She had to maintain a very particular diet and exercise routine to keep her body perfect. And don't forget the yoga to keep his nice and limber.

"Good evening." She told the boss as she stepped into his office. The room he used was small, but well arranged. He had a single bed stuck in the corner where he'd spend most nights. He was a bachelor in his mid forties. It was hard work running his operation and he'd be at it all day before he went at her all night. It was her job now.

At the surface level she was kind of his secretary. The reality was she was his person cock sleeve. A living condom. A receptacle. He used her to vent his frustrations and in turn she used him. It was a mutually agreeable arrangement where both parties got what they wanted. At the end of the day she was sure she got the better deal. He did, too, probably. She also doubted he knew just how right he actually was about that.

Four months.

That's how long he'd been burying his steel in her. For the three months before that she was just the desk bitch who ran errands and answered phone calls. Months before that was just trying to get the job. A lot of hard work went into getting into this arrangement. A lot of hard work that was paying off every day.

It was good for Lydia to be the boss' happy, cum hungry, dirty slut. It took getting used to, sure. Lydia knew her way around a dick. She had never been shy of sex, but for most of her life sex was always with a man she was an admirer of. The boss? That was a first for her. Happened rather suddenly, too.

Legally speaking, it was rape. She didn't say 'yes, you may ram your cock up my pussy, sir'. He got what he wanted, and in return she got a wad of cash stuffed down between her cleavage. She limped away from that, sore from the rough plowing he'd given her, and counted the money before she grabbed for a phone. Six hundred dollars. That'd put new tires on her car. She kinda needed that. Lydia walked it off and went in to work the next day like nothing had happened.

She gave him a blowjob and after work she bought new tires. The collie felt guilty, sure. It wasn't something she was going to spread around either. The boss seemed unconcerned. In his mind he'd keep lubing her wallet with dough if she kept her cunt vacant for him. The first few times were the hardest on her. Getting over those reservations. The money really helped. Being a well paid whore had its benefits.

For a collie though she was getting worried how much more she could take and still find herself a nice guy to call a husband. It was something she wanted for herself one day, but her boss sure as hell was fucking her like he wanted to test the limits of her birth control. He was a beast in bed. He'd nail her for a few hours of a good day right there on the bed in his office. On a bad day she'd give a BJ and then he'd rail her for half an hour and send her home. She only stayed in his bed, tiny as it was, if he was in a good mood and wanted to fuck her senseless.

That certainly was a new experience, too. Lydia didn't know she could squirt or pass out during an orgasm. She also didn't know a lot of other things about sex, and herself, until the boss started fucking her. He was paying good money for an obedient and willing whore and he was making very certain he got his money's worth out of her. It was like he was trying to wear out her treads some days. Really make her loose and ruined, as a cruder woman would say. Well, she couldn't pretend she wasn't crude herself anymore could she?

Lydia could deepthroat a guy now. Any guy, pretty much. Boss was packing. It was the biggest dick she'd ever seen on a man in or out of pornography. Anal sex? She now knew she could handle that like a champ. Her legs were now so accustomed to riding cowgirl that she could straddle a potential husband and milk him for as long as his stamina could hold out. For a collie from the midwest she sure did turn out to be a true natural. It just took being fucked into submission for a few weeks to teach her the ropes.

Deep down she loved it. She loved the sex, the money, and the confidence it gave her. She could approach a man on the street now with this quiet strength. It was strange. She'd shake a man's hand, with a firm grip. Lydia knew that she could take any man on in bed and blow his mind until he was begging her to ease up. Maybe that's why men liked looking strong and powerful. It gave them confidence in the world. Lydia had found herself a new source of confidence, and she was a woman who already thought she had plenty of that. Never hurts to have more, she guessed.

Her job today was awfully dull. Boss was out of the office and she couldn't come with as much as she wanted to. She was stuck in the office staring a computer screen with a game of solitaire pulled up. There wasn't anything to do when the boss was out. The work went wherever he went. He was the focal point, the nexus, of all the real stuff. It couldn't be helped. He'd come back later and either be in the mood or not. Either way she'd get dick and then get paid. It was Saturday. He liked throwing money at on Saturday because all his boys brought them their dough on Friday.

She logged into the irc chat from her phone. Lydia did this almost daily. She read the messages that had piled up their since the last time she had logged on and took her time replying to the ones directed at her, then added new messages of her own the pile for others to read. A ritual she'd been doing for months and had now become second nature. She ended her routine with a final message before logging out.

[13:31] <LydaPol> Nothing new today. Boss is out. Don't know where. Watching an empty office.

She put her phone back in her purse. The collie sighed. Lydia was wishing the boss would come back so she could get fucked and be sent home. That wasn't a strange thought to her now. She regularly wished he'd fuck her again. Never did she think she'd be sitting on pins and needles waiting for a man to grab her by the arm and haul her to bed like a brute, but that's what the boss did and that's how she got sometimes. He'd gotten her rocks off too many times for her to pretend it wasn't something she didn't enjoy.

The collie sighed again and scooted her chair back so she could pulled her panties down off her legs. She had to slip them over her heels. Boss liked her dressing up everyday so she always wore heels. He was one of those types that likes his women to keep the heels on every in bed. She never understood that.

With panties off she stuffed them in her purse and then tugged down the shoulder straps of her dress to get at her bra. She wore black today. The bra wasn't a push up. She'd never needed anything to make her bust look bigger. Usually she just wore something comfortable that offered good support for her heft. These days she just wore silk lace. She'd eventually found some that fit well and were comfortable. She took it off. Dropped it in her purse, too, before pulled her dress back up to cover herself.

Lydia went to the bathroom and adjusted her braless tits in her dress and scooted her dress back down proper. When the boss got back she'd be wearing less and could get fucked quicker. Might not even have to take off anything to boot. She really was a whore now, wasn't she? She touched up her lipstick and mascara and played a bit with her hair. She'd let it grow out longer since the boss liked that. Even started getting it styled again, which she hadn't done in a while. She'd worn a short boyish cut for so long she now looked like a different person when she saw herself in the mirror. A completely different person. A collie whore in a black cocktail dress and heels, wavy fine styled hair, dark makeup they drew out her eyes and made her lips look more succulent. Her nipples were showing through the thin fabric of the dress.

The door unlocked and she looked up to see the boss step in through the door. He was a tall somewhat built cougar in his forties. Dressed in a pair of slacks and a polo he didn't look as intimidating as he really was. It was downplayed.

"Welcome back, boss." She told him with a smile. Her tail was swishing behind her happily and she no longer cared if he noticed she was excited to see him.

"Yeah. Today was a good day." he told her smiled. He stopped next her on the way to his office door and gave her a look up and down. "Come on then."

She stood up and followed him. He unlocked his office then went in with her trailing behind. His back was broad and pulled at his polo and she touched him on his shoulders. "Throw yourself on the bed, bitch."

Lydia used to be offended by that remark. He'd casually call her a bitch, a slut, a whore. Didn't care now. She knew what she was to him. A well used cock sleeve, but it was a cock sleeve that could milk his dick hard until he was groaning from an aching pair of nuts. Lydia was a good study. The collie learned to give as good as she got. She give it good even if all she could do in the moment was clench down on the cock ramming up into her.

She went and sat on the bed, but not before tugging her dress up so when the boss looked over at her from his desk what he saw was her legs spread, pussy exposed, as she leaned back to lay on the bed. Her yoga paid off. She spread herself wide so each foot was resting on the edge of the bed. Perfect splits. No room for looking classy in her current state.

The boss stepped over to her. She shut her eyes and stretched out her arms while she heard him undo his pants. The collie cracked her eyes open and saw him kicking off his pants while stroking himself. He didn't have to stroke himself for long. It excited her now that he would get hard so quick for her.

Lydia was in the perfect spot. Ass right at the edge of the bed so her tail could swing to and fro beneath her. The boss leaned over her and she bite her lip as he pressed himself inside her tunnel. That first time he'd fucked her she'd screamed until he had to clamp her mouth shut. His girth alone would have made her yelp, but as soon as he bottomed out in her she learned the exact position of her cervix in her pelvis. She could point to it with a finger, 'right here'. Right there was wear the boss' fat cock stopped.

He fucked her. Lydia moaned like a whore, and the noises coming out of her weren't faked. She loved every moment of him plowing her folds. He ruined her. He claimed her savagely. The panther hitched his hips in her and bit down on her shoulder before slamming himself into again with rapid thrusts until she was wailing under him. She hardly had the chance to speak when he was actively fucking her. Too hard to articulate words when you're uterus is getting spearheaded by a panther's tool.

She felt him lift her legs over his shoulders. He was still leaning over her. Yoga made it easy to flex and bend for him. He kissed her. The boss' coarse tongue explored her mouth and she sucked on it. He snarled into the kiss as she felt him balls unload in her. A heavy hot mess exploded up against her cervix and she felt it push past her barrier.

Lydia loved it. She'd been so disgusted the first time, and a few times after that. At this point, however, she reveled in being so brutally seeded by the big male. He was virile as fuck, and it spoke to her deepest most primal desires. It felt good to be bred by a man like her boss. She was living out the fantasies written down in all those tens of thousands of cheap romance novels women have been devouring for ages. She was the main character. Her cunt was this powerful man's personal pocket pussy. He used her, and she got off on it as she felt her womb fill with the first load of cum the panther had to give her.

"Did you miss me, bitch?" He grunted over her as his orgasm waned. She still felt his heartbeat through the muscle of his cock.

"Mhm. I always miss you when you're not here." She told him. She wasn't acting when she said it. He bent her over the bed and fucked her all over again.

Lydia was a mess two hours later. Her ass and cunt were presently stuffed full of toilet paper so she wouldn't leak out all over her car on the drive home. Her mascara was a mess and she had to clean off some of it. She'd been fucked raw all over again. Boss had the kindness to send her home after he'd spent himself dry in her.

The ride home was pleasant. She always felt good, if a little sore, on the way home from a good fuck with the boss. The boss had blown three loads in her. Two in her cunt and one in her ass, then she'd given him ass to mouth to clean off his prick. She never thought she'd go ass to mouth. A previous version of herself would have found it disgusting.

Lydia parked in front of her apartment. A cheap place downtown. Not the best neighborhood, but most of the neighbors she had were good people. Her complex was safe at least. People generally didn't fuck with any place that had a cop living there. Before getting out of her car she pulled out her phone to log in and check the irc chat. She updated herself on the messages and left one of her own.

[16:01] <LydaPol> Boss came back, but nothing to report. Didn't say anything. [16:02] <LydaPol> Ready to enjoy my weekend. I'll be available by phone.

She logged out and put away her phone before going upstairs. Lydia saw Officer Daniels wasn't parked in the lot. She'd gotten off early today so she wouldn't see him until later in the evening. Once inside she sat her purse down and stripped herself bare for a shower. Her bathroom was a mess.

Scattered about her counter were hair products, many different combs for fur and hair, her supply of birth control, sticky notes on the mirror for dates and appointments she needed to keep track of. Mostly trips to the salon. She picked up a stick of deodorant and tossed it in the waste basket. Lydia opened the medicine cabinet to pull out an unopened one. She found the replacement right next to the empty box of tampons where she'd hidden her badge.