Mr. Wilderman
Mr. Wilderman
Max sat in his English class, waiting as the clock strained to reach 3:30. The grey wolf was approximately 6' 2", and possessed a solid, somewhat defined muscular structure. He wore a black T-shirt, and blue shorts that had a white trim. He eyed his teacher, Mr. Wilderman, who sat behind his desk reading though recently handed-in papers.
Mr. Wilderman was a huge doberman, standing at least 6' 4" in height. He was 54 years of age, but maintained a strong muscular frame, as he often used the school's gym. In fact, he often taught his afternoon class in shorts and a muscle shirt, still sweaty from his lunch hour workout. Today was one of these scenarios. The shorts and muscle shirt the doberman wore matched perfectly, as they both were black with white trims. None of these physical attributes, however, rivaled his toothy grin and his "You do your work or I'll fail you: And you won't graduate." attitude. He loved his power and control over the future of his students.
"Max," Mr. Wilderman uttered in a calm, subtle tone, "stick around for a minute, I'd like to have a word with you after class."
The wolf remained in his desk until the majority of the class had vacated the room. He slowly rose up from his seat, and made his way towards the doberman's desk. Mr. Wilderman's eyes remained on the papers before him; though it was blatant he was aware of the wolf beside him. Max paused for a few moments before initiating conversation.
"Uhh, you wanted to see me?" Max sounded somewhat confused, but he was quite sure that his teacher's request to converse was in regards to Max's last essay; in which he wrote of the futility of the classes most recently read novel.
"Yeah, I see you're having some issues with the novels we're reading in class. Care to elaborate?"
"Well, it's just that they don't seem to be about anything useful. I don't feel that I'm gaining anything by reading them"
"What make's you think I care, pup?"
"Pup?" Max had not a response for the notion nor the title.
"Max, you have the highest mark in the class, so I'm going to throw you a bone here: I'll let you pick the next book that you do a report on."
The wolf was pleasantly surprised; "Any book?"
"Well, it has to be approved by the school, so you'll have to select it from the back room."
Mr. Wilderman grabbed a set of keys from his pocket, and let out a loud sigh, as he stood up and stretched his arms above his head. Max snuck a quick peek at the bulge between his teacher's legs. The doberman moved to, unlocked, and opened the storage room door in a methodic manor. "After you pup," he said with a slight grin on his face.
Pup again? And what was with the grin!? Nah, he's evil, he grins all the time.
The room was cool in temperature, and dimly lit. "Essentially a bomb shelter with book shelves," was Max's first impression. The floor was uncarpeted, and the book shelves possessed a chipped and faded sky blue paint coating. The air began to fill with his teacher's musky, sweaty workout scent; Max didn't mind though. Mr. Wilderman closed the door behind them, and leaned against it in a relaxed posture, arms crossed, wearing an expression that represented something in the nature of "Are you gonna sit there all day, or get started?".
Max sifted through the books, discovering nothing more than absurd plot lines and over-read classics. He was onto the second of three shelving units when the doberman finally asked, "See anything you like?" Max simply shook his head, and continued his search.
The firm grip on his right shoulder took the wolf by surprise.
"You know pup," Mr. Wilderman began; his tone sly and smooth, "I guess you don't really have to write a book report this time. Of course, you'd have to do something else for me to make up for it."
The wolf was quite confused, "Well what do you need me to do? Like a project or something?"
"Well pup, I'm a big adult male canine, whose wife has been hospitalized for the last two months and counting: What do you think I need done for me?"
There was a period of silence between the teacher and student. Max turned his head away from the shelves, and up to look the alpha male in the eyes. Mr. Wilderman stood a foot away from the wolf, arms at his hips, again wearing that expression that represented something in the nature of "Are you gonna sit there all day, or get started?"
Max rotated himself to face Mr. Wilderman. The wolf, already on his knees, was at eye level with his teacher's crotch. Max brought up his arms and put them around the doberman; each hand gripping a side of his teacher's ass. The wolf inhaled deeply through his nose, allowing the thick musk of Mr. Wilderman's sheath to pervade his senses. Max was stalled in a blissful state of confusion, simply staring at the bulge before him, battling numerous mental conflicts.
"You've got the right idea boy, now get to it."
Max continued his stare, still unsure of the proper actions for this scenario.
"Hey pup! Don't you know how this works? You pull down my shorts, then my underwear, open your mouth, put it on my cock, then start sucking. Got it?"
"Oh, uh," the wolf snapped out of his trance, "sorry sir."
"Hmph, sir," the older, stronger male repeated, "I like it."
Max did as he was told, and quickly removed his teacher's clothing that was between the wolf's muzzle, and the behemoth sheath. A solid portion of the doberman's cock was had already exposed itself from its sheath. At full size, Max thought the teacher's maleness would be at least 11 inches long. Mr. Wilderman identified his student's shock.
"Yeah pup, you better open wide, it's pretty damn big."
The wolf, again, obeyed orders, and with his mouth agape, lowered himself onto his teacher's organ. Max savored both the taste, and the moan expelled by his alpha. Eager to please his stud, the wolf began to bob his head along the nearly fully hardened member. Max's large, sloppy, salivating tongue created a sloshing sound, as he was now putting his full effort into this submissive act.
"Damn pup," Mr. Wilderman exclaimed betweens grunts and moans, "it looks like someone likes being my little bitch."
The wolf was consumed by his endlessly stimulated senses; the taste, the smell, the submission. And what a find this was for Mr. Wilderman, and eager bitch with a big wet sloppy muzzle; he was sure this wouldn't be their last rendezvous in the storage room.
Mr. Wilderman started to massage and fiddle with Max's ears, as the wolf continued to work his rock solid erection. The doberman began thrusting slightly into his pup's muzzle, and eventually began to invade the throat of the wolf. The dominant male's feral component started to surface, as Mr. Wilderman placed his paws on the back of Max's head, and began to thrust mercilessly into the muzzle of his wide-eyed wolf bitch. Max's whines couldn't be heard over the deep growls and gruff barks of his superior, who continued to jack-hammer into his slick, wet muzzle. The tensing fingers on the back of his head warned the wolf of the approaching climax. With a crippled howl Mr. Wilderman filled his pup's mouth with hot, thick ropes of seed until it began to leak out the sides of the wolf's muzzle. The doberman then withdrew his cock and continued to mark his bitch with multiple ropes across its face and upper chest.
After he finished cumming, Mr. Wilderman pulled up his shorts with a chuckle, as he watched the wolf collect himself.
"C'mon pup, clean up your mess." Mr. Wilderman pointed to his shoe, where he had both stepped in a stray rope of cum, and had let the pup's overloaded muzzle leak onto it. The wolf leaned forward onto all fours and, without hesitation, lapped up the fresh seed from his master's shoe. The doberman then lifted up his foot, giving Max access to the seed soaked underside of it. Once finished cleaning his teacher, the wolf licked the cum from his paws, and around his muzzle. When Max stood up he realized that he had also climaxed in his shorts, during his services.
The doberman began to whistle quietly as he made his way towards the exit. Turning to look back at his bitch, Mr. Wilderman grabbed a book from the top right shelf, and chucked it at the wolf; hitting him directly between the eyes. Max stumbled slightly, and looked at floor, avoiding eye contact with his superior, "The reports due Monday, pup."