{"sf1_id":1274500,"sf2_id":"ZeqoJQGn","title":"Closet Quickie","author":"Kuroko","words":2935,"posted_at":"2017-12-11T03:31:07.000Z","tags":["Fellatio","Human","Public","Spanking","Straight","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1274500-closet-quickie","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ZeqoJQGn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/58/28/58282b68-e47e-4b38-b2ca-dd90a9a1a897","description":"Michael and Miriam again. It's after work on a Friday, who wouldn't want to relax and get in a quick fuck anywhere they can get out of sight?  \n  \nIf you enjoy the story, please fave, comment, or watch me. I'll be putting out stories once a week for... well, forever, if I have a choice in it.  \n  \nIf you want more stories RIGHT NOW, you can get everything that's in progress, and unreleased drafts, for as little as $1 over on Patreon. Just go to tinyurl.com/kurokopatreon and pitch in a buck.","content":"I laughed as Miriam took hold of my tie and pulled me in for a kiss. Human mouth versus  \nmy wolf muzzle, it takes some figuring out, how to kiss, but we made it work. It helped that both  \nof us were enthusiastic about the idea. She had just finished her shift at the Gray Hare, still in  \nher waitressing clothes and apron, and we were heading around the block to a nice little cafe for  \na celebratory drink. It wasn't all that late in the day, maybe four PM, but she'd worked an opener  \nshift, and at a diner that's pretty early. I had opted to take a few hours off at the end of the day  \nbecause... Friday. Did I need a better excuse?  \nThat tug on my tie pulled me off the sidewalk into the opening of an alley, out of the sun  \nand into shadow. With her back to the building behind her, she pulled me in for another kiss,  \nthen put the other arm around my hips and pulled those in close, as well. \"Been thinking about  \nyou all day, wolfy. Especially these last couple hours.\"  \nI laughed again and put both hands on her hips, thumbs tracing over the points of them.  \n\"Oh? Damn, such an eager little bitch. Anything in particular?\"  \n\"Oh yeah, buster. These two ladies came in, giggling all the time. Sometimes when I was  \nserving near them, one of 'em would play with her phone and the other one would be trying real  \nhard not to moan and squirm. And not succeed very well. I'm thinking remote vibrator.\"  \n\"Oooh, naughty. What, you want one to wear at work or something?\"  \n\"Shit no, you'd be playing with it all the damn time. It just got me thinking how damn bad  \nI want you, big bad wolf. God, right here in the alley? Please?\"  \nJust how lucky was I? The first time, I'd chased her through half of Boston to catch her in  \na park, and we'd fucked each other senseless in a little grove of trees. Now she wanted it right  \nhere, again only barely hidden from view. \"Not yet, girl. Let's get a cup of coffee and enjoy  \nFriday afternoon.\"  \n\"Meanie! Fine.\" She let go of my tie, and we got back onto the sidewalk, hand in hand  \ndown the block and around.  \nThe cafe was a nice thing on a pedestrian walkway, so the tables could spill out into the  \nstreet some without running a risk of getting the clientele run over. And they really did have  \nsome excellent coffee, though I had a feeling my lady was going to be too intent on drinking  \nother things to enjoy it. Not that I could blame her. Their dog biscuits are pretty good, but  \nnothing compared to eating her.  \nWe got to the front of the line, and I tapped my card against their reader. \"One coffee,  \nblack, and one theo-free, black.\" We got our number and drifted off to the side, where she stood  \nhalf behind me, tucked up close.  \nHands in my pockets.  \nWhich explained the groping hands she thought wouldn't be clearly visible in my slacks.  \nTo be fair, they probably wouldn't be unless someone was already staring at my crotch, but my  \npants were getting a bit tight, given what she was doing inside them.  \n\"Stop that, god you're incorrigible. Our coffee's ready.\" She pouted, but withdrew her  \nhands after one final squeeze. Then grinned at the barista, a meerkat who was... a little  \ndistracted as he watched a husky sashay away from the counter with her drinks.  \nMiriam and I took our drinks to a booth off to the side, against the back wall of the join,  \nand sat down opposite each other. It was... a bit surprising when, almost as soon as we sat  \ndown, she had her shoes off and one foot on the crotch of my slacks, rubbing it there. Eagerly.  \nWhich made it awful hard for either of us to drink our coffee. As well as just awful hard in  \ngeneral.  \n\"Miriam,\" I growled, \"if you don't stop that so I can drink my coffee, I'm going to take you  \nsomewhere and spank you until you can't sit.\"  \n\"Oooh, promise?\"  \nI should have figured that threat wasn't going to work. \"If you stop that right now, yes, I  \nwill take you somewhere as soon as we finish drinking, and spank you like you deserve, for  \nbeing such a naughty, completely unrepentant, uninhibited little shit.\" She perked up even more,  \nbut at least her feet fell away, and I could drink my coffee in peace. Relatively, anyway. She was  \nwiggling that fit runner's body with the kind of eagerness that usually calls for a wagging tail.  \nHard not to notice and fixate on that, and I wasn't the only one. At least a few people were  \ncasting glances our way.  \nCoffee can only last so long, though, and we both finished ours at the same time, or  \nclose enough to it. As the cups came down, we looked at each other, green eyes to my blue,  \nand she grinned. \"You promised.\"  \n\"I did, yeah. Let's go.\" I stood up, and took her hand. I wasn't sure, but hell with it, the  \nclosest I ever got to a plan with her, was to chase her until I caught her, and tear her clothes off  \nright then and there. It had worked so far, but I was going to need to either sort out another idea  \nor start buying her more shirts and panties. Maybe both, because tearing her clothes off was far  \nmore fun than I was willing to give up.  \nI led her to the hallway at the back of the cafe, the one that went to the restrooms and storage  \nand break room. Hadn't paid much attention the previous times I'd been back here, but I was  \npretty sure... and I was right, there was an unlocked room at the back end of the hallway. Not a  \nrestroom, but a janitor's closet. Odds were pretty good no one was going to come in there within  \nthe next 20 minutes. And that was all the time I was going to need.  \n\"Panties off, you dirty monster.\" I demanded, and she put her butt right against my hips,  \nbent over at the waist and slid those down from under her skirt. Lots of wiggling, and her skirt  \nand my slacks were pretty much no help in obscuring her heat and eagerness, not from contact  \nlike that. \"Ah, you're such a bitch. You know I can't knot you in here, we might have to leave in a  \nhurry.\"  \nShe just grinned at me, like the troublemaker she was, and handed me her panties. Pink  \ncotton, with pawprints printed on them, running from the front, down her crotch, and up the  \nbackside. I grinned, and promptly stuffed them in her mouth. \"You stay quiet while I spank you,  \ngirl, or we both get kicked out of here.\" She let out a muffled protest at the stuffing, and gave me  \na pouty look, but also hiked up her skirt. Yep, clear invitation.  \nThere wasn't any want or need for hesitation, and my left hand took her wrists, crossed  \nthem behind her back, and held them there, firmly. It gave me leverage to put my elbow against  \nthe back of her neck, and use that grip to keep her bent over, standing there in the closet. And  \nspank. I'm not by nature a vicious person, so probably not as hard as she deserved, but hard.  \nMy hand stung from the impact, and the way she squealed, muffled by her impromptu gag, gave  \nme a surge of pleasure. The kind that made my pants a hell of a lot tighter. We'd only known  \neach other a few weeks, and she was constantly finding ways to surprise me. Her enthusiasm  \nfor spanking being one of them.  \nThis was only the second time I'd done that, the first having been at my apartment a few  \ndays ago. To a litany of \"Harder! Harder! Okayokay too hard, back a little!\" Which had taught me  \nthat she really, really liked it rough.  \nGood.  \nI swung again, the impact enough to rock her forward, and she squealed again,  \ndescending into a moan, and started to wiggle and struggle against my arms. She wasn't trying  \nto get loose, I knew that much. Just enjoy the struggle. After another hard swat on each cheek, I  \nslid my fingers between her legs, feeling the dampness there. And the moan of pleasure when I  \nstarted to rub was a solid confirmation that she was really enjoying this. Her feet moved apart,  \nopening up for easier access, as clear an encouragement as I'd seen. But for what? I slid two  \nfingers inside her and rubbed my thumb against her clit, and felt her try to buckle under the  \nintense pleasure from that.  \nI grinned, and pulled the fingers away, to taste them. Not bad, just as good as eating her  \nout on the grass after a long run. Maybe a tiny bit better, but it was close, either way. And the  \nfrustrated squirm when I stopped was delightful. \"Hush, naughty girl. You know it's what you  \ndeserve.\" I wasn't really sure and certain of how this dominant thing worked, but her  \nenthusiasm and a helpful reading and watching list was giving me pointers.  \n\"Quiet down and hold still. Five more and then we'll see what you can do to apologize for  \nhow much my hand is stinging.\" Never play nice. I was getting that message loud and clear. And  \nshe was excited about it, the way her knees straightened and back arched, the way she wiggled  \nher butt, inviting. So I did what she wanted done to her, spanked her hard enough that I was  \nsure someone would hear the impacts, though no one busted through the door. She squealed  \nand whimpered, for every strike, the last making her knees buckle a little bit.  \nI gave her time, and a lot of gentle rubs, all over her stinging ass, feeling the heat rising  \noff her skin. A quick look confirmed that her ass was a nice pink, and that rubbing hand found  \nher pussy, found the soaking wetness. God she smelled good. I wanted to get on my knees and  \nbury my nose in her pussy, soak that smell in and lick her until she completely lost it. But that  \nwould wait, that wasn't how the game was played.  \n\"Go ahead and take your panties out. Put them back on, since you got them all wet.\" I  \nwaited to see if she would, or if I'd gone too far. I was still learning her. Would always still be  \nlearning her, there was so much to explore.  \nShe gave me a look that somehow combined smoldering glower and glowing  \nexcitement, and took her rumpled panties from her mouth, slid them on, and pulled them almost  \nall the way up. Then she took my hand in both of hers, and kissed the palm. \"I'm sorry for  \nhurting your hand, oh big bad wolf. How can I make it up to you? I have one really good idea.\"  \nShe sank to her knees in front of me, put her nose to the tented front of my slacks, and nuzzled  \nthere. Well, that made her offer remarkably clear. But I decided to push a little further, and see  \nhow she'd react.  \n\"Try better. I want your nose in my fur, naughty bitch. All the way down. Don't just suck it.  \nSwallow it.\" I waited, breathless, to see if she would go for it, or if she was going to say no.  \nI shouldn't have worried. She looked up at me for a long moment, then undid my belt  \nbuckle, opened my fly, and pushed my briefs down. One hand went to my shaft and started to  \njust stroke up and down, while the other went down, between her legs. Well, I couldn't argue her  \nright to pleasure herself while she pleasured me. I was a bit too busy going cross-eyed with  \npleasure. She was good at this. And enthusiastic, to boot.  \nShe started sucking, hand closed firmly on my knot while she did her thing, the other  \nhand moving. I assumed she was masturbating, not that I could see. If she were any more  \neager, we might not have made it into the closet. As it was, she wasn't about to make anything  \neasy on me. I leaned back against the wall for support, one hand on her head. Just resting  \nthere, not pushing or pulling. She was going to do this on her own.  \nNot that I had any doubts, she was already bobbing her head up and down, waves of  \npleasure flowing through me as she pushed and pulled and surrounded the tapered tip, and  \nfurther down. Up and off, she paused to kiss my tip. \"You're \\*hff\\* thicker than I'm used to. Don't  \nknow if we have time for me to get all the way down.\"  \nI was... not sure, again. Was this a complaint? Was she going to decline to do what I  \nasked? Or was she simply doing the same thing I had on our first time, not tying to her because  \nwe might have to move in a hurry, not because I didn't want to? Those distracting thoughts had  \ncarried her halfway down my shaft before I groaned and growled in delight. I decided to think it  \nthrough later, right now there was a sexy, tanned, raven-haired goddess getting quite close to  \nchoking on me.  \nAnd she would, too. Human mouths are shorter, shallower. There's just less space to go  \nbetween lips and throat, and I felt my hand tighten in her hair as she reached that point. That  \nrough, choking, gagging sound from her when my tip pushed at her throat, and that throat  \nrebelled at the intrusion. She pulled back with a gasp and a cough, then did it again. And again.  \nAnd again.  \nI was seconds away from my climax when she pulled off entirely, leaned her forehead  \nagainst my thigh and bit her lip to stifle a moan, and I watched her body shake through an  \norgasm of her own. I waited, a hand tangled in her hair, the other against the wall behind me.  \nCock bobbing to my pulse, against her cheek while she shuddered and convulsed. She wasn't  \nthe soft, gentle orgasm kind of woman. It was a whole body experience.  \nShe only let it go on for a few moments, still panting from pleasure when she pushed  \nback, both hands on my hips, then dropped on to my shaft to line it up again. Tipped down, and  \nshe lowered herself, took my yip in her mouth, looked me in the eyes and pushed and pushed,  \ngagging when it touched the back of her throat. And then she pushed more, wedging my tip in  \nas she swallowed.  \nOver and over she swallowed, and I could feel my stomach tightening, feel my grip on  \nher hair pulling, but her lips were already at my knot, her nose against it. A hand on my sac,  \nrubbing and fondling and kneading. I'd have cum already, but she wasn't squeezing my knot.  \nAnd she knew I couldn't go off without that. Her other hand just... touching that swollen, ready  \nbase. Nothing, just gentle touches as she held me on the edge, and I pulled her hair, keeping  \nher on me.  \nIt felt like forever, but couldn't have been more than a few seconds, before she  \nsqueezed, hand tightening at the back of my knot, and tugged. And that was all it took, with her  \nchoking and swallowing, tight around me, and tugging my knot, I came. Hard. Keeping myself  \ndown to a breathless, intense growl was hard enough, pouring myself down her throat to the  \ntune of eager swallowing, not that she had much choice. It was either swallow everything or let it  \ndrip off her chin, and that was a mess that would be hard to explain.  \nAgain, it felt like forever, but I was spent and she pulled back, coughing and choking and  \nswallowing some more. And I sagged against the wall, knees weak and panting for breath.  \n\"Hhholy shit,\" I muttered. \"Whatever I did to deserve you, it couldn't have been enough. It was a  \nquick thing, getting clothes back in order enough, but after she tugged her panties up, she  \nrubbed at them for a few minutes, then daubed the dampness on my nose, filling it with the  \nscent of her, and nothing else.  \n\"It's not a matter of deserve, wolfy. You have me. Who cares if you deserve me. You  \nhave me, and no one else does. Because I want you to have me. And take me, too. A lot. Nnn.  \nWe need to get out of this cafe, Michael. Fast. Get somewhere I can get that knot buried.  \nFinally. Please?\"  \n\"Your wish is my desire, oh naughty little bitch. I think your place is closer. Stay in front  \nof me so I can smell you all the way home?\"  \n\"Wouldn't have it any other way.\"  \nBoth of us were grinning as we left the closet, and the hallway, passing a meerkat with  \nhusky in tow. Back out through the cafe, and we headed for the entrance, laughing the whole  \ntime. No chase, this time, but definitely following her. She didn't need a leash, just the scent of  \nher to follow. I was hooked.","series":{"name":"Smut!","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1266502-chasing-tail.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1314805-hunger.json"}}