Telemarketing
I was up North, visiting my friend Marty in Canada. Marty, being a very hospitable type had taken me in for a couple of weeks and was showing me around his home province.
Marty is a great wolf, who I might also add is a massive stud, with a very large wolfhood that has appeared in various spots over the internet. However, the massive beast has been rather elusive since I have been down.
Marty works constantly, he's in the telecommunications field, so whenever he is not out in the field doing something, he is at his desk on the phone with clients. Not that there hasn't been teasing, when we were out, Marty would lean in and rub his bulge across my hands or ass when no one was paying attention. Or he would be leaning against me while we are sitting down and make his cock start to jump to see if I was paying attenention.
But other than some light teasing the beast had not been officially unleashed in my general direction. While that was a bit disappointing, Marty was a good friend and I liked spending time with him anyway.
I woke up my fourth day into the visit and could hear Marty talking on the phone down the hall in his home office. I got up and stumbled down the hallway to go say hello to my wolf friend. Marty had his back to the door and was spread out in his office chair, I could see the blinking earpiece in his ear that left his hands free to work, but I could also smell something strange in the air. Something that smelled a lot like wolf musk.
I leaned over to hug my friend when he surprised me by twisting in his chair and clamped onto the back of my neck and sort of yanked/threw me under his desk. I tried to come to my feet to figure out what had just happened, when a very wet and hard wolf cock slapped me across my muzzle.
The shock of it stopped me in my tracks and Marty put one of his hindpaws on my shoulder and shoved me back down. He grinned down at me and spoke into his headset, "Richard, I need to put you on hold for a moment, I have a call on the other line, it will just be a couple of minutes."
Marty touched the button on the side of his earpiece and looked at me with a toothy grin. "You haven't had much of an introduction to this guy,"
He traced the fat head around my lips and ran it over my whiskers, "But I cleared my schedule tonight so I am going to breed you like my personal bitch."
Marty grabbed his cock by the base and cracked me between the eyes with it, and I felt that slap all the way down to my tailhole. "I still have work to do this morning, mostly calling clients, so while I get that done, you are going to be working my cock with that mouth of yours."
My wolf stroked his fat wolfhood and produced a large drop of clear pre on the head. "Isn't that right my furry Tig?"
I looked at the drop of pre collected on the head of Marty's cock and groaned, something in me snapped and I leaped for it, swallowing my wolf friend to the hilt. Marty growled happily and gripped my headfur with his paw.
Getting his grip established, Marty was happy to let me work his cock on my own, that would leave him free to handle his calls. Occasionally though he would put someone on hold and grab the back of my neck with his free hand and start throatfucking me. His eyes would glaze over and he would start to growl softly while his fat wolfhood would stretch my throat out and I'd make wet gagging sounds around his thick shaft.
After a few minutes of the rough stuff, Marty would let loose of my head and lean back in the chair and let me resume my work and he would resume his phone call.
Six hours later . . . .
As night started to creep in my jaw felt like it was going to fall off, I had been under Marty's desk working his cock for hours and there was a fair amount of spit and precum trapped in my fur and starting to puddle on the floor between Marty's hindpaws. I kept looking up at Marty, trying to let him know my oral skills were about to vanish but he was still on the phone with a client.
Marty finished up right about the time I felt my jaw starting to tingle and he turned his earpiece off and grabbed my head with both hands. He rose up on his hindpaws, dragging my head with him, and just started raping my face with his cock.
My wolf friend skullfucked me for nearly a minute before he threw back his head and howled, while his load spat down my throat. The amount of cum that came out of that Wolf was unbelievable, but then I remembered that I had been working on his cock for nearly seven hours.
Marty was still twitching and making little noises as his cock drained the last of his load out and then he signed happily and pulled himself out of my throat. I was about to ask him something but he cockslapped the hell out of me about a dozen times and then pressed my muzzle into his balls, his spent cock laying across my eyes.
My wolf shook himself all over and scratched my head, wet chin, and chest accumulating some of the precum and spit that was matting my chest fur down. Lubing up his fingers he reached down to my ass and slid two fingers into my tailhole, gripped the back of my neck and pulled me out from under his desk.
"Come on my furry Tig," Marty growled into my ear, "I've got at least two loads left in me, and I'm going to breed that ass of yours until your stripes fall off."
I rubbed my head against Marty's chest as he propelled me out of the office, it was time to go be a good houseguest.