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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

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This is a continuation of the previous story, thanks to the comments I received on that one, this idea popped into my head and I had to revisit Carla’s antics sooner than expected.

SoFurry: The bosses daughter :- https://www.sofurry.com/view/2151295

FurAffinity: The bosses daughter :- https://www.furaffinity.net/view/57259200/

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“Carla, no, wait…we can’t do this here!” Hank huffed and growled as the young chubby Rottweiler helped herself to his cock yet again. The bathroom stall was far too small for him to even try escaping, especially when Carla was straddling his lap and busy stroking his rapidly swelling cock so she could mount him again. “My wife is right outside!” he tried to protest, but Carla was having none of it.

“So, hurry up and get hard then” Carla retorted with a grin, while one of her hands grasped and stroked at the much older and larger St. Bernard’s thick sheath, her other reached behind his head to pull the resistant married man into another kiss. Her short skirt had already been hiked up about her waist and as usual, the bitch never wore any underwear. “The sooner you fuck me, the sooner you can go back outside to your wife” she huffed against his lips, in between passionate kisses. The fact that he had said “not here” instead of just an outright “no” brought an even more devilish glee to the she devil in his lap. Before, Hank would have tried to outright deny her what she wanted, but after months of such treatment, his resistance now waned and faltered.

Ever since that first time she had used him, Carla had seemed obsessed with Hank Reed. Not in the little schoolgirl way, she didn’t want to marry him or anything of the such, she just wanted to screw his brains out as if he were her personal fuck toy. She had even somehow convinced her father that she was suddenly interested in becoming an architect herself someday, which the old man was over the moon thrilled about. When he had asked about her change of heart, she had laid it on thick and sweet about how Hank had been such a good influence on her and she would love to be his intern for the summer, just to start with. That summer had turned into a many month-long apprenticeship for Carla, it wasn’t like she wasn’t good at the job either. Annoyingly, she seemed to have a natural talent for it, which only made her cover story that much more believable and the chance of her being sent back to college to resume her studies very unlikely.

Unfortunately for Hank, the old man had thought this was a brilliant idea and suddenly he found himself and Carla had to spend a lot more time together. Chris knew what was up too, as he occasionally got roped into her web of lies whenever Hank was busy with clients; the buck rabbit became the young curvy Rottweilers plaything too. Carla was insatiable it seemed, even Chris couldn’t keep up with her and he was a rabbit. His torment only increased when he was partnered with Hank on a large project, which just tied the two of them together with Carla, who was only too happy to take full advantage of the situation.

“If she keeps this up, she’s going to wear my dick down to a nubbin with how much she is using it” Chris had complained to Hank one evening over a beer at their favorite bar. Thankfully Carla wasn’t old enough to drink yet, so this was one of the few places they could get to escape from her.

“You and me both, my balls haven’t been this empty since I first started masturbating” Hank agreed with a wan chuckle.

“Is it wrong that I kinda…like it, though?” the rabbit said after a long moment of silence, while giving Hank a subtle side eye. “Don’t get me wrong, I hate being forced to cheat on my wife, but…goddamn, Carla could suck the chrome off a tow hitch!” Chris recounted with a strange sort of fondness, remembering how she given him road head during one of their many road trips. They had damn near gotten caught too, Chris was so lost in the pleasure he hadn’t been paying attention to how fast he was going. Thankfully someone else happened to overtake him at the right time and the cops set off after them instead.

“Yeah, and that thing she does with her hips, you know…that little grindy thing she does, just before she cums?” The large mutt agreed, remembering the time she had gotten him hard and then proceeded to use his stiffness to get herself off…while he was on a conference call with her father and another large client. Hank thanked his lucky stars they hadn’t asked for his camera to be turned on or that the shitty mic in his laptop hadn’t picked up the noises Carla had been making as she ground herself down against his lap. “God, the way she squeezes down on you, man that feels fantastic…” Hank reluctantly agreed. It did suck that they were forced to cheat on their respective wives in order to protect their dream jobs and comfortable way of life, but it could be worse they supposed.

At least Carla was a looker, she wasn’t some ugly troll they could never be attracted to. It was quite the opposite in fact, they both knew many men who actually lusted after her, men who would kill to have been in either Hank or Chris’s shoes. But also, the things she did to them, or made them do to her, they weren’t all bad. In fact, most of them were good and some even a little exciting. Like the time she hid under Hank’s desk when her father came in to talk to him, she had undone his fly and began playing with his sheath until he started getting hard. The dirty bitch had started sucking him off right in front of her father! Hank damn near punctured holes in the soles of his shoes with how hard she had made his toes curl from fighting to hold back his climax. Even the old man had begun to worry his daughters favorite work colleague was starting to take ill with how profusely he was sweating, at least it had earned Hank the afternoon off.

Or the time she made Chris climb in the back seat with her, while Hank drove them to a meeting with a very important client a few hours’ drive away in another city. She didn’t let the rabbit’s head up from between her thighs until they were pulling into the client’s driveway. Carla did at least make it up to Chris by riding his cock all the way back home on the return trip, somehow, she made the poor guy cum multiple times until he was begging for mercy. Hank hated to admit it, but he was a little jealous of Chris during that trip.

But right now, this was a new level of fucked up. They were at a staff picnic in their local park, where the employees brought their families along so everyone could meet and hang out together. Hank’s wife Carol and their daughter had been introduced to the other parents and kids. When the conversation began to flow and it seemed his two girls were having fun, Hank excused himself to go use the men’s room. Unfortunately, he had been followed inside by Carla, who had prevented him from zipping his pants back up after he had relieved himself and instead, pushed him back into the handicapped stall. God, Hank hoped to high hell that there weren’t any handicapped individuals in the company that might need their stall, otherwise their little indiscretion would be exposed for all to see.

Now she was straddling his lap and playing with his dick, again. Hank knew he shouldn’t let her, not only were his wife and daughter only a few feet away outside, so was the rest of the goddamn company! He didn’t know why he let her do these things to him, he was a happily married man, he had taken vows to always be faithful to the woman he loved. But Carla just had this way about her that he found hard to resist; these days it barely took any teasing from the young black and tan bitch to get him hard. It was as if she had trained his dick to listen to her command, even now he was practically fully engorged and dripping with eagerness for what he knew she was going to do to him.

“Going to put a litter of pups in me, Daddy?” Carla growled into his floppy ear, just before she sank herself down onto his fat prick once more. As usual, she never let him use protection inside her either, because she loved the feeling of him painting her insides. She didn’t take birth control either, so it was a miracle her belly wasn’t already swollen with how much she fucked both Chris and Hank. She made the sweetest groans when he stretched her snug little cunt wide like that again, just as Hank growled at just how tight the bitch was. It never failed to surprise him just how snug the Rottweilers cunt was around him, every time felt like the first time with her. Considering he had a daughter himself; he knew he should hate her calling him “Daddy” as well, but he didn’t. For some godforsaken reason, it just made him that much harder and more excited.

Even now, with his hands palming Carla’s plush black and tan furred backside, he knew he should lift the young woman off his married dick and deny her. But, he didn’t, instead he helped her to rise and fall in his lap, aiding in his infidelity while his boss’s daughter bounced on his cock like she owned it. Perhaps she did own it, she used it whenever she wished and lately, that was far more frequently than his wife was getting to use and enjoy it.

“Hank, you in here buddy?” Chris called out suddenly from outside their handicapped bathroom stall.

“In here, bunny boy. Come join us” Carla called out with a mischievous grin at a surprised Hank. While she fucked them both for the last couple of months, she had never taken them both on at the same time. Hank wasn’t worried about Chris seeing his junk though, they had both seen each other naked far more than two straight friends ever had any right to, thanks to Carla fucking one of them in front of the other so often.

“I’m here, just like you asked” Chris said with a note of uncertainty as soon as he entered the stall along with them. Just like Hank, he too was worried about leaving his wife alone at the party outside.

“Good, did you bring what I asked?” Carla asked the rabbit with a sly grin, without so much as even slowing down or breaking her stride of riding of Hanks thick prick.

“Yeah, but why do you need these little tubs of butter?” Chris asked in confusion as he held a handful of small butters one would normally be provided at a restaurant. Only, these specific tubs had come from the food table where their company lunch was about to be served from.

“I don’t need them, you do” Carla finally slowed down her bouncing and lifted her hips a little. Hank watched as Chris’s face slowly changed from confusion to understanding as he stared down at her hindquarters.

“Wait…seriously? You want me to…in there?” Chris mumbled nervously. Given how Carla was pretty much blackmailing them to get away with everything she was doing to them, the rabbit could be forgiven for thinking this was just another trap. After all, this was something she had never even entertained before, so why would the black and tan furred bitch suddenly be okay with it now?

“Yes, and you best be quick about it, we don’t have a lot of time” the Rottweiler growled with growing impatience.

Hank was a little confused as to what was going on, but whatever it was, Chris was apparently rather excited by the idea. By the time the rabbit had his pants down around his ankles, he was already sporting a decent erection of his own. Hank watched as Chris opened a couple of the small tubs of butter and proceeded to smear the slick stuff along his prick until it glistened beneath the bright florescent lights, before he used a third tubs worth of butter to reach beneath Carla’s tail and prepare her. Carla knew butter was not ideal for what she had planned, but it was all that was available on such short notice. The deviant bitch was not about to let this opportunity of fucking both Chris and Hank at the same time, while their wives were so close by, slip by so easily.

It was the first time Hank saw even a trace of uncertainty on Carla’s pretty face, but it was short lived however. When Chris awkwardly knelt down behind her and lined himself up with her behind, Hank suddenly realized what she had planned. Carla’s face buried into his shoulder when she started to groan deeply, her entire body beginning to tremble while she clenched amazingly tight around his still buried prick. Even though she wasn’t moving, Hank felt something almost rub against his cock from below. That just confirmed his suspicions, Carla had organized for Chris to join them so she could finally take them both at the same time. They had both teased her about the idea recently, but at the time she had flat out denied letting either of them claim her rear, or be willing to take them both inside her nice tight cunt at the same time either. Now however, she seemed to have turned the tables on them and at the worst time possible.

Hank didn’t know which he was more impressed with, the fact she was so brave to do this at a public event, or the fact that she was actually taking Chris up her ass. Even though the rabbit was smaller than Hank in physical stature, he was no slouch in the cock department. Evidently Carla had underestimated just how big Chris would feel back there as she clutched at Hank’s shirt tightly. Though what he thought was pain at first, quickly became rather evident that it was not. It figured a deviant like Carla would enjoy getting her butt reamed, then again, Hank figured it was probably simply because she was doing it while their wives were outside. In her twisted mind, taking both married men at the same time so close to their spouses was worth the pain of losing her anal virginity.

As soon as Chris started moving his hips to work himself in and out of Carla’s no longer virgin behind, he in turn bounced her a little on Hank’s cock. Apparently, this was too much stimulation for her as Hank had to quickly cover her mouth with his hands to stop her from making too much noise. Her eyes were almost rolling into the back of her head as she was fucked front and back, the sensations too much for her brain to handle and within a few strokes, Carla started cumming her brains out harder than she ever had before.

With how Carla was starting to convulse and drool on him, Hank legitimately worried they might actually injure her. He looked up at Chris with some concern and the rabbit reluctantly slowed down and began to withdraw his length from her, only to be met with a slurred growl of “Don’t you dare fucking stop” form the barely conscious Rottweiler. Her response triggered something in both Hank and Chris, clearly even this wasn’t enough to please the bitch. Again, the two blackmailed husbands shared a knowing look, with an almost imperceptible nod to one another, they began moving.

While Hank muffled Carla’s cries as best he could, his hips bucked and thrust up into the young woman’s seemingly endlessly clenching cunt. In a similar fashion, Chris behind her hunched down over her back and pinned her arms behind her back while his hips started to hammer faster and faster, working his length in and out of her stretched tail hole in alternating strokes to Hanks thrusts. “You like that, don’t you, you dirty little bitch” Hank heard Chris hiss into her ear as he pounded her behind, to his surprise however, Carla just nodded and did not snap back at him with insults or threats as expected.

In that moment, neither of them cared about Carla or her pleasure. For once, she was just the fucktoy for them and they were letting out all their pent-up frustrations on her. They knew she climaxed a few times from how she was writing and squeezing down around them, but that was of little consequence. Right now, they both just wanted to get their rocks off and get the hell out of the bathroom stall. Through some miracle, both Chris and Hank managed to reach their peak before they were discovered taking out their anger by almost hate-fucking the boss’s daughter.

Chris was the first to climax, his hips clapped firmly against Carla’s plush black and tan furred backside while he flooded her guts with his seed. Hank wasn’t far behind, thanks to having been going at it with her for longer, he too didn’t withdraw before depositing his latest load, unprotected inside the young virile bitch’s womb. As soon as both of their climaxes ebbed and their post nut clarity set in, Chris and Hank realized they had probably been absent from the party for too long. Carla however was in no state to be in public right then either, so they did the only thing they could do.

Carla was cleaned up as best they could manage and left to recover in the handicapped bathroom stall, which Chris had the foresight to place an “Out of order” sign on in the hopes she would not be disturbed before she recovered enough to get out of there unnoticed. Both men cleaned themselves up and tried to rid themselves of her scent, before rejoining the party as if nothing had happened. Again, it seemed as though fate was smiling upon them, the old man had arranged some entertainment for the event and Carol hadn’t even noticed his absence until he sat down beside her and handed her a fresh drink. Across the gathered crowd of employees, Hank and Chris locked eyes, giving a small nod as they both finally began to relax and enjoy the day.

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Back in the handicapped stall, Carla was slowly coming too. Her entire body ached, especially her ass, but it was a good kid of ache. She felt absolutely worn out from what felt like a marathon fuck, just from the few minutes of being pinned between Hank and Chris. They had definitely earned their spots as her favorite playthings; she would almost certainly be trying that act out again in the near future. But for the moment, Carla needed some tender cleaning up and as she exited the men’s bathrooms, she spotted the perfect victim.

“Hello Grace” Carla spoke up as she entered behind the chubby older black bear in the women’s bathroom. Grace looked so pure and innocent in her long yellow dress, looking more like she belonged teaching Sunday school rather than working at an architect’s offices for the big boss.

“Oh, hello Carla! Long time no see, you’re looking good” The friendly mother of three greeted with a warm smile, her slight Wisconsin accent oddly pleasing to Carla’s ears.

“I am doing good, Grace” Carla began, her grin growing wider as she moved in closer to the oblivious bear. “But do you know what would make me feel better, Grace?” the young Rottweiler asked while she gently removed the older bears expensive looking pink cashmere sweater from her shoulders.

“Gosh, I don’t know…uhm…what?” Grace stammered and adjusted her thick black horn-rimmed glasses on her snout as she stared back at her boss’s daughter. She had been the old man’s faithful secretary since before Carla was born, hell, she spent enough time with Carla and her family through the years that Grace was almost like an aunt to her.

“Your tongue, Grace…right up my cunt” the young Rottweiler leaned in close to growl into the mature bear’s ear.

“Well, I never!” the chubby older black bear replied in shock, her left hand covering her heart in that stereotypical shocked pose from every old timey movie ever.

“Oh yes you have, you and that skinny bitch of a marketing director” Carla sneered and almost laughed at the look of shock on the bears face. “Oh yes, I know all about you and my dear old dad. You all forgot I was at the office that night you and that skinny bitch let him fuck you both. I saw her riding your face, while daddy dearest ploughed you like fertile fields.”

“I…but…I…” Grace was at a loss for words, times had been tough at that time and the old man had offered to help her and her husband out. But only if she would sleep with him and their marketing director. That had been almost ten years ago! She had only done it the once and had been so faithful to her husband ever since!

“But nothing, Grace. Either you’re going to eat my pussy, or I tell your husband what you did” Carla said with a sickly-sweet smile. Grace’s shoulders slumped; she didn’t have a way out it seemed. At least Carla didn’t make her acknowledge as much out loud, she just let herself be guided into one of the stalls to comply.

Carla climbed up and knelt on the closed toilet seat in the stall, using Grace’s expensive looking pink cashmere sweater as a cushion beneath her knees. She could hear the bear huffing and puffing from the sight of what appeared to be cum dripping from the young woman’s holes down onto her sweater after the black and tan furred bitch hiked up her short skirt out of the way. “Best get to licking and cleaning me, Grace. The longer you delay, the more cum I drip on your precious sweater.”

If Carla had been anyone but her boss’s daughter, or if at least she didn’t have such devastating dirt on her, Grace would have slapped the little bitch into next year. Though if she didn’t do as the young cunt demanded, Grace knew she could kiss her happy life goodbye. Reluctantly, the mature bear knelt down behind the young Rottweiler and began using her long tongue to scoop up between her thighs, all the way along to that soft patch of no man’s land between Carla’s pussy and her tail hole.

“Always knew you had a nice tongue on you, Gracie” Carla cooed as she wiggled back against the bears tongue encouragingly. “Now don’t be afraid, get right on up in there. Those fuckers put it in me deep” she sneered back at the woman old enough to be her mother. Carla had always been attracted to the old bear, she just had something about her. Grace was forever dressed like a librarian in her hideous sweaters with her hair done up in a tight bun, along with those same thick framed glasses. She had always just seemed to strict and proper; Carla had even been afraid of her the first time she met the bear. But after that night when she caught her father between Grace’s thighs, as she had watched as Grace’s full tits bounced with every thrust of her father’s hips, that all changed. That image of the plush and chubby woman, laying naked on her daddy’s desk was forever seared into her memory.

Carla was finally getting what she wanted from the old bitch, though judging from how well she was doing back there, this probably wouldn’t be the last time Grace was called on to clean up one of Hank or Chris’s messes. Grace always took direction well; it was why she had been such a steadfast employee all these years. Now the mother of three was dutifully kneeling behind her boss’s daughter as she ate her out with surprising skill and eagerness. Though truth be told, Carla didn’t really care if Grace enjoyed this or not, she probably would enjoy it more herself if the old bitch hated it to be honest. Either way, having that long flexible tongue curling so deep inside her to scoop out Hank’s seed felt fucking fantastic. Grace even managed to give the well fucked and exhausted young Rottweiler another climax or two by the time she had thoroughly cleaned her cunt.

“Nuh uh uh, you’re not done yet, Gracie” Carla huffed when she felt the old bear stop and pull back after cleaning just her pussy. When Grace looked at her with some confusion, the Rottweiler grinned and wiggled her plush backside suggestively.

“But…that’s your ass” Grace said with her nose wrinkled in disgust. It was bad enough she had to taste Carla’s pussy, there was no way she was going to eat the young woman’s ass too!

“Yes, and I got fucked there too…now get to it” Carla growled back at the older woman. Grace almost thought to say no and just walk away, but she didn’t. She had come this far, so she would soldier on in order to preserve the life she had built with her dear husband. Reluctantly, the mature and curvy bear knelt back down behind Carla before she gently pried the young canine’s buttocks apart to expose the bitches well fucked tail hole. There was no doubting Carla had been fucked there, the tight little hole was still ever so slightly gaped, along with another males spend very clearly having been deposited in there too. She had heard only deviants and perverts partook in sodomy, but after what Carla had just made her do and was now making her do, now more than ever she believed that was a very accurate assessment.

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Hank and Chris shot one another a look with raised brows when Carla suddenly appeared beside her father as he gave his usual speech to the crowd. He doted on his darling daughter, his crown jewel, as if she were an angel. But three people in that crowd alone knew better, and all three of them were glaring at the young Rottweiler bitch, while she grinned smugly back at them. The irony of the old man’s speech about honor, integrity and family was not lost on any of them however.

Least of all, the old man himself, whose balls had been drained not only moments ago behind some bushes by one of his own employee’s wives. It wasn’t hard to get those bitches to do what he wanted, especially when he made it seem like their husbands would lose their jobs if they didn’t do as he asked. Goddamn he loved these honest and hard-working couples, they would believe any old bullshit story he would spin them. Now he just needed to get Carol Reed alone and give her a proper introduction to her husband’s new work family. She did have a kid though, so he would probably have to go in through the backdoor for that nice tightness he preferred. Then again, Hank was a big lad, hopefully he hadn’t ruined her like that yet. Only time would tell though, but he was looking forward to the challenge.