Sex in the Office

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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"Sandor... Sandor, where are you taking me?"

Alyssa giggled, the doe-taur dressed modestly for the office in the several-storey building, though it was not as big as some in the city. She was glad that she had come there though, especially as there was at the very least an abundance of elevators so that she could easily get around. Her cloven hooves could be so awkward on stairs when she was going down especially. A long dress hung over her deer half, though the human half of her body, with her hair neatly tied back from her face, was dressed smartly in a white button-up blouse that came down low enough to hide every bit of skin. She was in administration but looking at a promotion to office manager -- and everyone thought that the deer-taur would be very good at it too!

Her white fox boyfriend, Sandor, led her down the hall, smirking a little to himself. Oh, really... It was Alyssa's fault for being so cute at work, though he was glad that she had come to work there. After all, he may never have met her otherwise and that was something indeed that Sandor didn't like to think about. Head over heels in love with her, all he wanted to have was her, even as his badge and lanyard bounced around his neck.

"You look too good here," he breathed, backing up towards a supply closet that he really hoped would look, looking from left to right, checking and checking again that the coast was clear. "Alyssa... You really should know what you do to me..."

The doe-taur blushed, but stepped in a little closer, clearly not expecting her boyfriend to go all the way -- not while they were at work. It made her a little bolder than she would have been otherwise with the cheeky, ever-naughty fox.

"Mmm, Sandor," she breathed, kissing his muzzle gently, her lips brushing tenderly across his. "I'll do anything you want when we go home...but... Wait, where are we going?"

The fox shoved his way into the closet -- and that was where things went a little bit wrong. Or, not wrong, per se...but different.

For the closet was already occupied.

"Oh!"

Sandor stopped dead in his tracks, but he didn't expect to find an executive from another department down on his knees in there, sucking on a manager's cock. He only knew that the orca-like anthro with broad shoulders and a strange feature to his head that made it look like he had a protrusion rising from the back of it (a horn?) was an anthro due to the badge he was wearing. But the light faded quickly as the door swung closed behind him and Alyssa.

"Ah -- Sandor!"

Alyssa pressed in against him as Drackonthanri, curiously, glanced over. Not that he minded having an audience, but the dragon with striking off-white and grey scales and a muscular physique had not thought that there was anyone else at the company that simply couldn't wait until quitting time to get their rocks off. He'd had a thing with Orsakia for a while, just flirting, teasing -- and they were built quite similarly. He was a switch when it came to taking and receiving, bottoming and topping, so didn't mind sucking cock, though Orsakia was more of a top.

And when everyone wanted Drackonthanri to top, it was a pleasure to be on the bottom sometimes too, twining his tongue around and round a luscious length of cock. He dragged his muzzle to the top, licking off pre-cum from his lips, glancing at the pair.

"Your need is obvious," Orsakia snickered lightly, though the hybrid anthro with deep blue skin, like that of a marine mammal, meant it in a good sense. "We won't bother you if you want to enjoy the show... But I rather like a show too."

Sandor quivered and Alyssa shook her head.

"Sandor!" She hissed. "We can't..."

It was as if it had, in a way, been an option for her from the beginning, though Sandor's hard-on was just one of several things that had alerted the pair to their shared need. Alyssa's scent flooded the small room, shelving stacked with boxes while a small light, an emergency light, flickered and buzzed at the back. He groaned, leaning against the wall and drawing Alyssa with him, the doe-taur inadvertently rubbing up against his crotch.

"Please, Alyssa..." He groaned, taking care to keep his voice low. "They're clearly not going to say anything... And we don't have to say anything about them either, everyone here is just having some fun. I need you so much."

The deer-taur hesitated. Oh, she wanted to do something, wet under her tail and glad that she had the dress, that time, to hide it. That was one of the small benefits to wearing clothes, even though she wouldn't have minded at all leaving her deer half exposed normally. It was just convention, even as her tail twitched, wanting to flick up and expose her need, though the modest part of her told her that she would have kept her tail pinned down most of the time anyway and that no one wanted to see what was under there.

No one besides her boyfriend, Sandor, of course... And he was special.

She pressed in close to him, her heart surging at the bulge of his cock. But she didn't have the bravery or the forwardness to make the first move, even as she nipped at her lower lip, bobbing her head softly. Sandor grinned, dropping a kiss on her nose.

"Come on, Alyssa..." He murmured. "No one here minds, I'll just...get the door..."

Locking it carefully, he shot Drackonthanri and Orsakia a look, though the orca-hybrid and the dragon only smirked back, Drackonthanri with a drool of pre-cum on his lip. The drake would have considered himself quite flexible in his lust and passion, taking top or bottom roles, loving and having sex with whoever they pleased. Orsakia topped more, which suited him well, even as he was shoved back against the wall, his horns knocking into it, the dragon's shirt hanging open to expose his chest and abs.

"Mmph..."

The drake half-closed his eyes, languishing there. His cock swelled up thick and hard but...there was a problem there. Not so much of a problem, per se, but something about his physical anatomy that wasn't usually on show, the slit of a vagina tucked between his legs. With his balls hanging down heavily and, to be fair to him, his dual cocks that fleshed up thickly with bulging heads and spine-like ridges down the backs, often drew the most attention. Yet Orsakia wanted more of him than just his male side that day, even if the dragon presented as male in his general life.

Whereas Drackonthanri did not care, the others there were about to see far more of him than they could ever have bargained for...

Orsakia hissed through his teeth and thrust, the orca-hybrid relishing in putting on a show. Not many would have realised that he was a hybrid of a rare creature, a Lugia, but he didn't need to explain himself. He had not expected to have company in the closet that day but, really, was it that much of a problem? Muscle bulged as he undid the buttons of his shirt, letting it hang open much the same as the dragon's shirt was, though they would have to make sure that they got dressed again in a hurry when the deed was done.

But he was not all that concerned about it. It was hard to be concerned about anything at all with Drackonthanri's tongue curled and twined around his shaft so delightfully, the length pushing from the slit at his crotch. He didn't have a sheath but his dick could still be neatly tucked away when not in use, ensuring that his clothing always looked smooth and fitted him nicely. He had a certain attitude and way of holding himself that he had to keep up, being in the position he was in.

Yet all he was right then and there was a top, sharing a look with the lower-level white fox as Sandor knelt behind Alyssa, pushing her skirts up and out of the way. He growled, clenching his jaw, the rolling pumps of his hips sliding his cock over Drackonthanri's tongue and into the back of his throat. The dragon gulped around his cock, taking a mere moment to adjust to the added pressure.

Sandor shivered. It was strange, very strange... He couldn't ever think of a time that he had had sex with anyone when there were others nearby. He and Alyssa had been very careful, even though they had had sex a few times at the office, which they probably should not have done...

Yeah, they definitely should not have done that. But there was something in the fox that wanted to be seen too, wanted to be watched, sharing in the experience. He didn't want to share Alyssa, of course, but having eyes on him made his fur bristle and his tail fluff up in a way that it had not done for a very long time indeed.

So, maybe that was well enough something that he should lean into. Maybe that was something that, if it suited them both, he could explore a little more with Alyssa...

Yet the heat of her sex was intoxicating as Alyssa braced on the wall, holding herself there lightly with a blush darkening her cheeks to a deeper shade of pink. She moaned softly, tucking her head down, still not knowing what to make of it. But why did her skin prickle so much when he was there, sweat subtly dampening under her arms, hotter than she had realised she had been before? Was the room getting stuffier?

Drackonthanri grunted, though there was little he could do as he tried to focus on giving the best blowjob that he could, panting heavily through his nostrils, wings trying to flap, though they were half-crushed up against the wall. They'd found a bare spot, to be fair, amongst the racking and shelving, but his horns rapping sharply into the wall, trying to gulp and swallow hard around his cock as Orsakia thrust and thrust.

It was delirious to be there, though he had to free his erections too, the sweetness from his pussy soaking into his underwear too. He often wore boxer briefs, to keep everything between his legs nicely where it was supposed to be, but they were hard to push down, grunting around the thick, heady maleness in his mouth, pre-cum trickling down his throat. Getting to taste that pre-cum for once rather than topping and dominating was simply exquisite, the drake shuddering.

Still, even in his position...he couldn't stop a smirk from pulling at his lips, finding enough space to tangle his tongue around Orsakia's cock, dragging it up, though it was not for Drackonthanri to control. No... Not that time. That time, he could trust Orsakia to let him give up just a little bit of control, though falling into true submission was not always that easy for the dragon.

That was okay. No one had to be only one thing, after all...

Alyssa squeaked as Sandor lapped into her pussy, clapping a hand over her lips. Oh, she didn't know what she was doing, why her legs were quivering, why everything felt so weird, all over... But it felt good, so very good, and she was sure that Sandor would not lead her astray.

"Ooohhhh..." She moaned, barely able to keep it back behind the muffling effect of her hand. "This... Sandor... Mmmm... Is this...okay?"

Orsakia laughed and let his head roll back, his fingers curling around one of Drackonthanri's horns.

"Mmm, little doe-taur, everything is okay in here," he all but purred, a strange click rising from his lips, though they were harder and more beak-like -- like the snout of an orca, truly. "Do as you will. If you need assurance that what goes on in here is private, you have it from me. We will not say anything about what you're doing in this closet...or anywhere else in the building, to anyone."

He grunted, languishing in pleasure, though was pleased, quietly so, that he could help her out too, watching her relax a little more, hiding her face down between her raised arm.

The deer-taur whimpered, the fox's tongue curling up inside her pussy, seeking out her G-spot. It was a little deeper inside her pussy than it would have been found on an anthro like the fox, though he found it all the same, wanting to make her moan and grunt just as much as Drackonthanri was.

He just wanted to see how far the lust and passion twirling and twining in the air around them would go. His skin prickled and tingled, though he was sure that the hackles on the back of his neck were raised too, every nerve ending in his body set on fire, alight with desire.

His cock was so hard, so achingly hard. They were all trying to be quiet in there, aware that others were passing outside the door, even if, that time, Sandor was positive that it was locked. That was not something that he would have put Alyssa through, burying his muzzle in her pussy as if he had something to prove.

Without being watched before, Sandor could never have known how intoxicating it was: both being watched and putting on a show too. He kept glancing at Orsakia and Drackonthanri (oh, fuck, it felt weird to be referring to them so informally in his head) even as his tongue slurped up into Alyssa. And he didn't have to worry about her pleasure when her moans kept rising, her hand having to work overtime to fold her fingers over her lips and keep her cries as soft as possible.

That was all she could do, even though there was a big part of the fox too that thought that it wouldn't have been that bad, even, if they were caught.

"Mmmph... Sandor..." She breathed, though they were not words that came easily to her lips, not even then. "You make me...need you...so much..."

Her words were barely above a whisper, though she was more than comfortable there right where she was, trying to ignore the others there. But there was something that kept her trying to press on and continue, rocking her hips very lightly back at him as her dress exposed her backside. Oh, it was wrong to be so on show right there in front of the executives -- hadn't that dragon been flirting with the sales executive the other week too? -- but she didn't want to push things too far.

Or not far enough... Oh, it was confusing, but it was better when Sandor freed his cock, pressing it up against the slit of her pussy, rubbing it up and down. She moaned and blushed heavily. What was it about everything there that made her legs so weak?

She couldn't hold it, not as his tongue flicked over her clit, toying with her quickly, though the fox had something in mind. He put more and more pressure on her, teasing her body, her lust rising until it couldn't be contained anymore.

"Oh! Mmmph!"

She gulped, orgasm overwhelming her, shaking bodily as she flexed and pulled around the fox's tongue. It dipped sensually into her as he ate her out, and she let it all flow from her, her pussy grinding back urgently against his tongue, needing it, craving it. She panted heavily, leaning on the wall, though her legs shook, Sandor even slipping a couple of fingers into her pussy.

Yet, with her orgasm, came the fox's need... His hard cock would lead him right to her pussy as he stroked it briefly, shuddering in delight.

Oh, that risk... Fuck! He was not usually one to be so crude, but it had him harder than ever, his cock throbbing and aching, wanting to fuck her and power into her even then. He was not trying to prove something and he was, especially then, one thing after the other colliding as the wet, gulping sound of the dragon swallowing around Orsakia's dick seemed to fill the room.

"Mm... You hold out well, little fox..." Orsakia teased, a low, guttural groan flowing from his lips like a pour of water. "I thought you'd have her on your dick by now... Aren't you a little hot under the collar over there?"

Sandor blushed and shook his head, though that was merely a reflex. He didn't have to say anything and yet he felt like he had to, trying to put on a confident, sly grin, though the fox was not sure how well it came off.

"Maybe, but that's only because I've got the hotter partner..."

Orsakia drew back a little. Oh, it was good fun to have someone around whom he could bounce off verbally! That wasn't something that came up all that often, as a couple of his friends had moved away, and his tail swung behind him, the end curved with the blue fluke of an orca. His beaked lips parted into a grin, his tail coming around to expose a little more of Drackonthanri's chest, the yellow gem embedded in the centre and the grey, crossed markings.

Damn, his partner was hot... Well, his "fling at work" was hot, to be more accurate about it, though there was only lust and raw passion between them. They could fuck around as much as they pleased, though there was something good about having a partner for sex that wouldn't ask for more romantic inclinations too. He supposed that that was the difference between him and Sandor. Even around the office, though the doe-taur and he must surely have thought that they were being pretty discreet, everyone could see just how in love they were with one another.

Maybe he'd have that another time, though that was not something that Orsakia was all that worried about, no, not at all. Not even as he pulled back, dragging his fat member from the dragon's lips, allowing Drackonthanri a few moments in which to catch his breath.

And yet Drackonthanri could not hold back another look, shoving his trousers down as he finally got the belt loose to fully free his balls too, the fat nuts thrumming with seed. Fuck, he needed to get off, though he wasn't sure if there would be time for that part of his body to climax too -- not as he scrambled up onto his feet under Orsakia's direction, tail swinging behind him and rattling the racking.

"Unfff..." He grunted. "Gotta be...quiet."

But that was difficult for Drackonthanri as he leaned over a box that had been left in there, his knees bent. It was not the easiest position for him, his black trousers having slid down to his knees, his tail lifted to show off both his tail hole and his pussy to the orca-hybrid. He was so wet between his legs, so needy, the slit of his pussy glistening, surely, with his arousal.

Orsakia chuckled throatily, a light clicking rising from his head as he mildly, inadvertently, used echolocation, even though he didn't need to paint a mental picture of the room at that time. Even if it was quiet and dim in there, the light buzzing and flickering faintly, the shift of muscular bodies and clothing rustling pulling around the dragon.

The orca's hands slid over his muscled backside, gripping him lustfully, fingers digging in, though there was hardly any soft flesh at all for him to shift with his fingers alone. Both Orsakia and Drackonthanri were most certainly in the prime of their physical bodies, lust rising, though it was unusual for the two of them to be as quiet as they were. Both orca-hybrid and dragon could bellow and roar with the best of them if they were fucking in one of their homes, though they preferred a quick fling without all that much hanging around.

It suited them, the heat of their needs.

But Sandor was the one who watched, Alyssa's juices coating his muzzle, his doe-taur leaning increasingly heavily on the wall, though she got more out of hearing what was going on around her than anything else. The fox watched avidly as that big, thick, fleshy member was thrust into Drackonthanri, though it took him a moment -- and his twitching nose -- to realise that there was more to the dragon than he could have anticipated.

Whoa...

The fox's lips broke into a grin. That was most certainly one reason that the pair wouldn't want them letting on about what was happening in the office under the nose of those that would have much preferred that they kept hard at work. Well, work was boring most of the time anyway and, truly, Sandor did not understand the inclinations of those anthros that wanted to work and only work.