Orifice Space
Rexanne fidgeted in her seat, her mind losing traction and her body uncomfortable after hours of sitting in the swivel chair; butt asleep, and back strained. The tightly-muscled pitbull winced as she shifted, then rubbed her forehead, growing tired of staring at the unfinished project on the monitor in front of her. She let out a subtle groan, her focus waning.
She'd been grinding away at the task of completing the brochure for over three hours now. She placed her elbows on the desk, and pressed her eye sockets against the balls of her hands, her eyes tired from focusing too long on the radiant screen. She grumbled lowly, quietly enough so as not to disturb those working around her. She wanted to avoid all forms of attention at the moment. Useless small talk was the last thing she wanted to put up with.
Refuge is what Rex needed. Her last weekend was long and drama-laden. Now she was in her cubicle, not another employee in sight, but she was certainly not alone. All around her, the clicking of mouses and tapping of claws on keyboards provided a constant reminder of the dense population around her, rows of cubicles full of people she wanted nothing to do with. Perhaps they'd make an attempt at friendliness, putting on a persona of personability to ease the discomfort of such an arid social climate.
Her date the previous night had ran out on her. The first date with him had gone smoothly. Things had been going well on the second date the night before, it seemed, at least until she scared him off. Rexanne felt embarrassment every time the previous night's events came to her mind. She pushed back the memories as they came to her, unable to cope with the shame while at work.
"Ugh, get some control over yourself." she thought to herself as the scene replayed itself in her head once more: "Rrrr, just fuck me right here..." she had growled at her date, glaring at him with an intense hunger, baring her teeth, and squirming in her seat at the restaurant. She was much larger than him, and obviously a great deal stronger. Her tightly-muscled physique must have intimidated her date further. He had looked away uncomfortably for a moment, and responded only by wishing her a good night as he got up and walked out.
Rex lowered her head and ran her fingers through her short hair, then tensed them, gripping her hair and pulling at it in frustration. She winced and tensed her face as if to try to squeeze the thoughts out of her head. Last night's failure reinforced her frustrations concerning her lack of luck on the dating scene. She was very imposing for a female, both distant and at times intense; add that to her physical build and it's easy to see how she could have scared off more than her fair share of potential mates.
Worst of all, the memories reminded her of her sexual condition. The pitbull needed not only refuge, but also sex. She hadn't mated with anyone in quite some time, and she was in the heaviest point of her heat cycle. Her womb burned with a wanting flame that only a deep dicking could douse. Rex shouldn't have even gone to work today. She usually didn't when her heat burned this intensely, but she was already behind on a high-profile project.
Sitting in the office, reminded of her condition, she felt the fever rise up inside her, her sex tingling, demading stimulation. During these frustrating and inconvenient bouts of heat her excited bits produced an excess of lubricating fluid, so much so that she had to wear pads intended to dam the flow of menstruation.
Rexanne shook her head, her lowered ears flopping against her head. She resolved to return her focus to the work in front of her. She forcefully gazed at the monitor and rested her twitching digits upon the keyboard, determined to not be distracted again. She typed out a few sentances before suddenly pausing again.
An overpowering flash of heat shattered her attempted concentration and paralyzed her. She gasped as her genitals seemed to pleasure themselves, bored from a lack of stimulus. The tingling reached almost orgasmic levels. A sudden surge of sexual fluids filled her wanting cavity and seeped out, her absorbant pad steeping in her potent nectar.
"No, not now, oh shit..." she thought to herself. She tensed up, bit her lip, and clenched her fists, her nub of a tail twitching back and forth. She leaned forward in her seat to look more closely at the mundane work on the monitor, and in doing so, her slippery sex rubbed ever so slightly against her soaked pad, forcing waves of pleasure throughout her muscular body. She clutched the edge of her desk, her eyes closing and tongue protruding slightly from her open maw, exhaling a full, steamy breath. Rex subconsciously began to buck her hips, rubbing her tingly bits against her saturated undergarments. She began panting, her tongue pulsating in time with her breaths, matching the tiny movements of her vaginal muscles as she gently humped the office chair.
"AAAAHMMMMMMMM..." she moaned, overcome with lust, and could only quiet herself by closing her mouth, unable to control of her breathing and vocal cords. Muffled whimpers escaped the confines of her consciously closed muzzle, Rex fully aware that her excited noises could alert those around her to her depraved condition, yet still unable to stop the instinctual vocalizations altogether. She quietly yet feverishly unbuttoned her trousers, her shakey paws then fumbling with the zipper before plunging into her panties to meet her awaiting sex. Rexanne's padded digits found her clit and she proceeded to rub it rapidly, heavy pulses of sensation overwhelming her. She slouched lower in the chair, spreading her legs and posturing herself to allow her paws easier access to her desperate slit. Her self-pleasure sent shockwaves of stimulation up her spine, and she arched her back, bucking her body in cadence with her feverish fingering.
Rex slouched further in her seat, her upper back now laying on the seat cushion, completely horizontal, her lower body concealed under her desk. As if under mind control, she unhesitantly tugged her pants and panties down, sliding the garments down her thighs, over her knees, and finally removing her shoes so she could remove her lower garments completely from her body. The stench of her heat billowed forth from her now naked sex, the smell once held back by her clothing now unleashed in a powerful, unruly cloud. Her scent filled the cubicle and her excited genitals seeped their slippery juices, the fluid flowing freely, falling from her fleshy fountain in strands to the floor.
She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled up her bra to bare her breasts. They sat upon her strongly muscled frame as two shallow mounds of soft, fatty tissue on an otherwise rock-solid mass. Her tits jiggled slightly, her nipples moving in small circles in time with her body's rhythmic bucking as she resumed teasing her clit. Her panting grew ever more loud and frantic as she pleasured herself, gradually losing herself in a world of ecstasy. She was now in her own self-absorbed heaven, oblivious to the outside world. Visions of strong, virile dogs flashed before her, their throbbing. red cocks dripping in anticipation of penetrating her, their lusting tongues slathering her cunt with drool as they devoured her vaginal fluids, crowded around her, and fucked her. She bit her lip and imagined being fucked by a young dog, his swollen knot exacting just the right amount of pressure on her stretched insides, his pubic fur tickling her stiff clit as he bucked into her.
Rexanne interrupted herself, overcome by the desire to have the feeling of a male inside her, mating with her fully. She squatted on the floor, her whole body trembling with excitement as she hastily removed her shirt and bra completely, now completely disrobed. She pulled open a drawer and removed the object of her desire; this would do just the trick to scratch her itch. Rex felt compelled to bring it with her today. In case of an emergency such as this, she could sneak out to her vehicle or the restroom and get in a session during her break. It now occured to her that bringing her toy was a liability, and she cursed herself on the inside for giving her horny self such easy access to it at work.
Her dildo was modeled on the stiff, unsheathed dick of a canine, a perfect fit for the bitch. She set it on the floor underneath her squatting frame, it's thick, heavy base keeping it stable in an upright position. The muscular pitbull balanced herself on her rear paws, squatting with her legs spread, her front facing the entrance to the cubicle. She braced herself with her back near the edge of her desk, one hand on the open drawer, the other on the chair. She positioned her hips so the wobbly rubber cock was ready to penetrate her, the pointed tip nestled against her slippery, desperate opening.
"Mmm, yessss..." the bitch hissed. Rex lowered herself gradually, bearing down on the springy shaft. The head suddenly popped into place inside her, her vagina warmly accomodating its' much needed guest. She gasped at the feeling, and hungrily enveloped more of the dildo. The surrogate member effortlessly slid deeper and deeper into her slick corridor. Her breathing became more excited and she started panting loudly, whimpering intermittently, and strands of drool dripped from her flopping tongue onto the floor, her natural lubricant also running down to the carpet along the length of the dildo. The pitbull fingered her clit, desperate for orgasmic release. She bounced herself up and down on the shaft, its length up to the knot slipping in and out of her mating orifice, soft whimpers escaping her powerful maw with each penetration.
"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! ..." She tossed her head back and cried out without shame in time with her self-fucking. Her vaginal opening stretched to fully embrace the knot, and she continued to fuck the dildo, allowing almost the full length to draw out of her before bringing her weight down on it again, the full cock, knot and all, snugly settling inside her sex each time. Wet sounds from the intense dicking accompanied her cries of ecstasy and the powerful stench of her musky cunt hung in a thick cloud around her.
Dozens of faces hung over the top of her cubicle, lined up ear to ear around all sides. The crowd surrounded her, most of them standing at the opening to her cubicle, several people deep; those in the back got up on their tip-toes to get a view over the heads of those in front. Rexanne's nude, lust-wracked body was fully exposed to her onlooking coworkers. Everything was on display, her dripping bits fucking the canine dildo harshly, her breasts bouncing freely, stiff nipples tracing small circles through the climate-controlled air. Her unashamed self-pleasure was made a public display for so many casual aquaintances and strangers. She noticed them at some point, her winced eyes parting slightly to reveal the attendees to her impromptu show. Rexana could not stop herself if she wanted to, but she had no desire to stop now. She did not mind the audience, in fact in her current state of mind they only served to excite her more. Deeply-ingrained canine mating instincts were all that she knew now. The bitch's only desire was to fuck herself to orgasm.
"Mmm, yes, you like what you see? Oh, god... I want to be yours, FUCK ME!" Rexanne begged desperately of her coworkers. She proudly cried out with each hump, vocalizing loudly for her audience, and making sure that they could see every part of her body worth seeing and every movement of her pleasure-wracked body. She leaned back on one arm on the drawer, bracing herself with her back against her desk, and her fore and ring digits on her other hand spreading her labia apart while her middle finger flicked her clit feverishly. The pitbull's eyes darted about the room, making intense eye contact with everyone she laid eyes on, her expression sincerely pleading with each one of them to take her, fondle her, and make her theirs in front of everyone. She fucked the dildo roughly, bouncing up and down on it as fast as possible. It effortlessly slipped in and out of her loosened sex, her cunt juices squirting out with each downward thrust, a hot, molten pool forming on the carpet below her.
Rex suddenly threw her head back and belted out a terrible wail, her entire body shaking violently as if she were possessed by some sort of demon from her nether-regions. She knotted fully with the dildo, bearing all her weight down on it. The horny dog's legs opened and closed like a butterfly's wings, her pungent cunt spasming and spurting steamy cum, a steady stream further ruining the office carpet. The bitch cried out loudly, incoherent half-fomed words, a collection of syllables escaping her absent mind and loose maw. She continued to cum forcefully, the peak of her orgasm subsiding gradually and tapering off into a subdued calm. She panted hard with exhaustion, her heart racing, tongue dangling from the side of her muzzle, a pleased glint in her half open eyes.
"Ahh..." she sighed. Rexanne wearily glanced about her onlookers, feeling no self-consciousness or shame in her heart, only self-satisfaction and pride at having exposed her true nature in such an uptight setting. She rubbed the soaked fur between her legs, grabbing and rubbing her genitals with an open paw, wettening her full palm and fingers. The satisfied dog brought the paw to her muzzle, and gently lapped at it, making seductive eye contact with those in front of her. She received silent, intense stares from every direction, everyone intently watching her every move in disbelief.
The office erupted in spontaneous, uproarious applause, cat-calls, and whisling, the musk of dozens of horny males and females saturating the room...