Window Washers
Window Washers
Disclaimer: gay sex, do not read if you are underage.
Rupert could not help but bite back a groan, the meeting had been going on for hours. The gray wolf rubbed his face a bit when he was sure no one was looking. His boss a panther was discussing some future business plan at the end of the table, with a large window behind him. There were other species there to, a rabbit who was called Gerald, and a squirrel who had the misfortune of being called buck were on either side of him.
"Rupert," the panther who went by the name Charles Sampson called for the wolf's attention, "what did I just say?"
"That the quarterly reports," the wolf automatically responded, "showed an improvement, but did not show a satisfactory climb in the amount of revenue produced Mister Sampson."
"Correct," the panther said with a satisfactory nod, before continuing on with something the wolf was only half paying attention to.
Which was why he almost welcomed the distraction of a window cleaner's platform coming down in front of the window. It would give him something to look at, while pretending to be paying attention to his boss. The fates though had seemed to conspire against the wolf, or for depending on your view, as the two on the platform looked a little familiar. The wolf blinked for a moment as the two washers looked to be fairly well built, both were canine, one was a doberman, and the other...
'No,' Rupert thought to himself, as he felt his sheath suddenly throb from a memory, 'it couldn't be.'
However it was confirmed cause as soon as the two canines met in the middle of the platform, they started to kiss each other, right behind Mister Sampson who was still giving his speech. Rupert though he heard a small gasp come from across the table, suddenly wishing he could have kicked whoever did it, cause it would end the show before it began.
"Yes Charlene," the panther in front started, "what could possibly have made you so surprised to have brought that reaction?"
"Sir, ri..." the collie who was identified as Charlene started to say, only for a thump to silence her, "nothing sir."
Rupert heard his boss go back to his speech, as the collie reached down to rub her shin and throw a glare behind her. The wolf looked to the person who saved the show, and was surprised to see Janice, a meek little chubby chipmunk give him a wink, then point back to the window.The wolf turned his attention to the window in time to see both dogs with their jumpsuits open, showing they were wearing nothing underneath. The rottweiler had his cock out, fully hard from the sheath, and the doberman was kneeling given full oral service to the larger muscled canine.
"Sanders," the panther interrupted Rupert's thoughts, "what are you drooling for? What about the customer service department?"
"Uh uh," the owl known as Sanders started.
"Customer service has been meeting goals sir," the wolf said, surprising himself with the knowledge that he had seen on earlier memos, "but a few things that could be tweaked might help increase that."
"Such as?," Mister Sampson asked, just as the rottie was making the doberman stand up, dragging the smaller canine's uniform open more to expose more of the dog's body.
"Allowing for more call time without penalty to the agents, so as to allow more focus on solving problems, and call quality, rather than call time," Rupert said quickly.
The panther nodded and continued on in speaking while the rottwieler behind him, now finally having his companion out of the jumpsuit, turned the doberman so his backside was to the glass. Rupert crossed one leg over the other, to help restrict his erection, as he watched the bigger muscled dog start to lick along the dobie's asscrack, the broad tongue going over the ring of flesh. Rupert was glad the glass was thick, because by the sight of it the doberman was moaning loudly at being rimmed. The wolf swallowed a bit as he kept watching, seeing that tongue dart over that tight ring of flesh, and shivered a bit just as the doberman shivered on the otherside of the window.
"And who can tell me what we can do to cut costs?," the panther had almost shouted, just as the rottie finished preparing the other canine, and moved the other dog away from the railing to more against the window. He stripped off the uniform from his own muscled body, just as the doberman was starting to lean back.
'He'll hear the thump if I don't do something!,' Rupert thought wildly, so he did the only thing he could think, his fist came down on the table at just the sametime the dobie's back met the glass.
"Yes?," Mister Sampson asked, was that a smirk on his muzzle.
"Janice," Rupert looked to the chipmunk, remembering a conversation they had a while back, "wasn't there a company you had thought of that we could get all our office materials for, and at a tenth of the price?"
Janice smiled and nodded before starting, "Yes they were..."
Rupert turned, toning out what she was saying, his eyes forward just in time to see the doberman, who had his legs now wrapped around the rottie's waist, get his ass penetrated by that large cock.
Charlene fainted, which caused some concern from Mister Sampson.
"Maybe we should end the meeting...," the panther started to say, but was met with a loud chorus of no from around the table, including Rupert. The panther merely shrugged and continued on listening to Janice, as the two canines kept going at it behind his back outside. What was the feline smirking about though.
The larger of the two dogs was soon starting to pound harder and faster into the smaller of the two, and Rupert could tell he was getting close to coming, by the tightening of muscles on the well built body. And as he heard Janice wind down in here explaining, he saw the rottweiler pull his shaft out of the doberman and start to cum right on the glass, making everyone in the room suddenly bite their lip.
Mister Sampson seemed to take this as everyone waiting on baited breath and nodded, "very good Janice," he said before he started onto another subject.
The doberman outside seemed to shiver and unwrap his legs from his companion, and start to turn around, showing that he was bigger than the bigger built dog in the cock department. This was when Charlene was starting to come to, saw the doberman's cock and fainted again.
"You sure..," Mister Sampson started to ask, only to be met by the same chorus of no as before, "had to ask. You all suddenly seem eager about this meeting."
'You have no idea,' Rupert thought, just as he saw the rottie, mount the doberman from behind while they were both standing, reaching around to stroke that large cock.
"We just want to make sure everything is finished sir," he heard Janice say.
"That's the spirit Janice," the large feline said, seemingly oblivious to the doberman behind him being fucked again, as well as getting a reach around.
Rupert found he was still paying attention fully to the words, as he was listeaning for clues of needing to say something, while his eyes were glued to the front. The doberman was panting against the glass hotly, seemingly looking at nothing. It wasn't long though before the wolf saw that toned body starting to tighten up, or the cock in the large rottie's paw start to twitch. The doberman gave a moan, that went unheard by the room, as his cock started to paint the pane of glass in front of the canine in white doggy seed. The rottie seemed to moan along with the smaller canine, as his handpaw helped milk that spurting cock, of that large and spreading load.
Rupert relaxed back in the chair, as did everyone else, except for the still out cold Charlene, as the two dogs looked in through the window, winked and proceeded to get dressed. Mister Sampson seemed to be also winding down in his speaking, as when the two dogs outside cleaned off the glass, the squeak outside was heard. The feline simply turned and looked at the two dogs before nodding, getting a nod in return. Rupert and Janice shared a giggle at this.
"Alright everyone," Mister Sampson turned back to the room, "you may go. Oh except for you Rupert, I would like for you to stay."
Rupert nodded, and watched everyone leave except for Charlene. He then turned and approached his boss.
"Sir?," the wolf asked questioningly, hoping his erection was still hidden.
"You showed a great promise today," the panther started to say, causing the wolf to blush, if it weren't for the shock of the feline's next words, "specially when those two handsome dogs were fucking right behind me. Way to keep your composure."
Rupert's jaw literally dropped open, as he took notice of his boss' smirk. He then registered the panther pointing behind him, where there was a picture with a glass covering, when the wolf looked.
"I saw it all," Mister Sampson said, "I think I will have to hire them more often."
Rupert blinked in shock again, before asking, "Sir?"
"I hired them to be a distraction," the large feline started to say, "to see who would break first, and who could keep their cool. I do have to admit though I am rather needing of some assistance, and I can see you are also."
Rupert blushed as he looked down, and noticed the bulge in his boss' pants.
"I think we should impliment a solution for our problem here don't you?," the panther asked, his voice husky.
"And what do you suggest sir," the wolf asked with a swallow, "and just to let you know I plan on starting my own personal don't ask won't tell policy. If they don't ask, then I won't tell anyone."
"Then I suggest you loose the clothes and bend over the table."
"Yes sir!"
Rupert undressed the fastes he ever had in his life, and bent over the table. He shivers as he heard the rustle of cloth being taken off, before feeling his boss' body pressing to his own. The feeling of the panther's cock pressing to his pucker bringing another shiver. It would have been great, if two sets of ears did not hear another gasps, and a thud.
"Forget about Charlene, she can lie on the floor till we are done."
"Yes sir!"