Noneconomic Transactions
Toby the border collie half-opened one eye to glance at the clock. Quarter past two in the morning.. leaving just under three hours until his shift was up. He yawned and stretched in his chair, raising his arms above his head and bumping them on the back panel of the cramped toll collector's booth. "Ugh," he mumbled to himself, wiping his eyes with the back of a paw and scooting his chair forward again. "I don't get paid nearly enough to spend my nights in this rathole."
He stood up, and stepped out of the booth for a quick walk about the office building parking garage where he worked, to shake the pins and needles out of his legs. A hopeful glance at the first parking bay around the corner left him disappointed - still a half-dozen cars left. "No sneaking off early tonight, I guess," he thought. "Jeez, who works this late?" He wandered back to the booth with a self-conscious sigh. "Outside other college dropouts and/or Anthropology majors, I mean."
The next fifteen minutes or so passed uneventfully. Next morning's paper had already been delivered, and he'd already filled in the crossword with obscure swears, nonsensical babble, and the most maudlin country music lyrics imaginable to confuse the Doberman who had the next shift. "Paul's a nice guy," he thought, "But he takes this job way too seriously. I mean, really - leaving me a note because I failed to 'return the flashlight to its proper place'? What, does he need to be prepared for an alien invasion or something? Nothing ever happens to a late-night toll collector." He kicked back in his chair, folded his arms behind his head, looked up at the ceiling, and closed his eyes.
He woke a few minutes later to the rattling engine noise of a paleolithic maroon coupe that had pulled up adjacent. He yawned, and extended his arm out the window without even sitting up. "Ticket, please."
"I'm afraid I've lost it," a familiar voice shouted above the engine noise. The coupe sputtered and coughed sullenly, as if annoyed to be left out of the conversation. The driver switched it off.
Toby grinned, and lolled his head to the side, resting his cheek on his shoulder to glance askew at his girlfriend. "Hey, Angie. It's late, don't play with me. Where's your ticket?"
Angie, a border collie herself, smiled an impish smile as she rested her chin on her crossed forearms, leaning out her window. "I said I lost it, cutie. It's late for me, too. So what's the policy on that?" She batted her eyelashes and pricked up her half-rigid black ears as far as they would stand. She was pretty cute when she tried to be, Toby thought. Cute in the way the little white spots at the end of her black muzzle crinkled up when she tried to flash that winning smile. Cute in the way her deep brown eyes gazed up at him over the lenses of her glasses, like she was trying to skip an intermediary and share a secret directly. Cute enough that she could flirt her way out of paying for parking, even if they didn't have special relationship status. On the tail end of a late shift, though.. that was another story.
Toby tapped the laminated sign on the door, where the rates were laid out in dry-erase marker. "I've gotta charge you for the whole day, hon, like you were a regular tourist. Twenty-two dollars."
"Christ on the cross," Angie grumbled under her breath, her ears lowering. "Is that what we're charging people these days?"
Toby threw up his hands in a helpless shrug, managing to smack his wrist on the plexiglass behind him again. "Ouch. Well, you know I don't make the rules."
Angie narrowed her eyes, and smiled devilishly. "No, you sure don't. You're much more likely to break them, aren't you?"
Toby glanced up at the cold black lens of security camera, which was currently staring them down, and wondered how well the microphones on them worked. "Hey, no impugning my work ethic. I do a good job." The camera rotated away on its time-delayed path, and he leaned out the booth window to whisper, "C'mon, no funny business. My drawer was short last week and Paul blew the whistle on me. I've got to keep my nose clean and my math straight for a while."
Angie shrugged, leaned back in her seat - and began methodically unbuttoning her shirt from the bottom up. "Sorry, I just guess I had you mixed up with someone else who was constantly extolling the virtues of noneconomic transactions." Her white-and-black mottled paws slowly but dexterously slipped the buttons through the buttonholes of her navy blue guard's uniform, exposing a shock of soft white fur underneath. "If you've got to play it strict, though, I understand." Her voice was a low, petulant, rhythmic whisper.
A soft whine escaped from under his breath, despite his attempts to stifle it. "Hey, no fair exploiting someone's natural weakness for midriffs." She made no reply but to further part the folds of the shirt, exposing the rich black fur of her sides that so perfectly framed the pure white patch around her navel, which narrowed to an inviting trail that slipped under the waistband of her matching navy miniskirt. She smoothed the fur with her paws, and went back to unbuttoning upward, her paws slowing to a crawl just short of her breasts, and pausing to leave a button half-pushed through its buttonhole. She arched a brow, looking up at him with an innocent smile. "So, Toby, what were those rates again..?"
He rumbled at her hungrily, the answer buried in the lowest register of his voice. He desperately wanted to see her body with more than his eyes. Desperately wanted to cup those pert breasts and run his paws between them and press down to her belly, to feel that soft white fur that he knew was as warm as it looked. Desperately wanted a first-person reminder of where that white blaze on her belly tapered off to.. he motioned her inside the booth, casting a quick glance up at the security camera as its gaze slowly swept by. She had the same idea, watching the camera's reflection in the plexiglass booth window, waiting for it to investigate the far corner of the lot before she swiftly exited the car. She slipped into the booth, clicking the door shut behind her, and dropped to her knees behind the opaque partition out of the camera's parallax. Toby tousled her ears. "You're not going to get off easy, you know," he chided. A grin and an affectionate nip at his knuckle quite effectively communicated the score to him. "That's just fine by me. If I have my way, neither are you."
A pair of dainty paws rested on his knees as he leaned down to kiss her between her ears. A delicate muzzle leaned in to snuffle exploratively at his security-guard's paunch. A white-tipped tail wagged under his desk as its owner began unbuttoning his fly. "You're not kidding around, are you?" he inquired, lifting his rump slightly up off the seat as she began tugging the waist of his pants, trying to pull them down. "Not in the least, mister," she growled, shaking her head. "This is serious business, here."
He relaxed and let her drive, recognizing the mood. He was lucky, he realized, in that he had a girlfriend who knew her needs so well. It could be a bit overwhelming sometimes, when she went from zero to sixty at the moment she recognized those needs - he shivered, as her cold wet nose pressed against the junction of his sheath and balls - but on the whole, he'd have to argue it was worth it.
Her warm, wet tongue lapped over his sheath, and he squirmed as the first poke of pink inched up from its housing. "There we go," she murmured, and tilted her muzzle up to caress the sensitive bare flesh with her lips. He gritted his teeth, and pressed his paws to her shoulders. "Easy, hone-aeeaaaurrrfgh!" he whimpered, as she parted her muzzle and dived down on him, her lips pushing back his puckered sheath and enveloping him in her warm maw.
Rising up on her knees, she gently suckled on him, coaxing the one part of his body to stiffness as the rest of him lolled back limply in his chair, lost in the wash of stimulation. Her head bobbed in his lap, each backstroke slowly teasing his cock out of hiding, as if it were instinctively seeking the teasing warmth of her welcoming mouth. He began to feel the first stirring of his aching balls when she released him with a satisfied, lip-smacking pop, and whirled around to tuck her forequarters under the desk, and present him impatiently with her raised rump.
It took a few blinks for him to come to terms with the situation. Him, pants down, cock out, knot just beginning to swell. Her, tucked away under the desk on her elbows and knees, rump high in the air, tail flagged emphatically to the right side underneath her miniskirt. Just below those navy pleats, a glimpse of tapered pure white fur, cradling a perfect flower of glistening ruddy pink. She shifted her hips, pushing her rump back at him with a sharp bark loud enough to reverberate off the distant concrete wall of the lot. "Your turn! Come on, hon. Not a time to fall asleep on the job!"
Obligingly, and without wasting a moment, he dropped to his knees, placing them just behind and outside her own, pushing his chair back to clatter against the wall. He nervously glanced over at the security camera, and tried to imagine how he would explain away this. His hands on her hips, he inched forward and then backward on his knees, trying to find a good fulcrum for the thrusting he was about to unleash. It was made hard by the fact that Angie kept near-involuntarily pushing back against him each time she felt his cock bump or brush against her, and finally he just accepted that it would all be worked out on the fly. Lowering his cock with his thumb, he guided the glistening tip past the soft white strip of fur of her perineum to notch it between the swollen folds of her impatient pussy, and push in.
Her lips parted, and curled as if drawing him in. Unconsciously, she arched her back just so, as if to create a direct line for him to go as deeply as possible into her body. A thin patch of fur just above his tail bristled by instinct. They both drew a deep breath, and started working together.
His fingers dug into her haunches to steady her as he hunched vigorously, but she wasn't having any steadying. She yipped and huffed as she thrust just as vigorously back against him, their crotchfur pressing together for just a second before they withdrew momentarily for another lunge. Toby found himself constrained to shallow strokes, lest he fall out when Angie pulled forward to throw herself back onto him, panting happily all the way.
His cock was thoroughly stiff by now, glistening with her saliva, spurts of his own precome, and her copious juices. He glanced down at their junction, watching the knot at the base of his penis start to swell slowly and gain form, in between the momentary disappearances occasioned by her insistent backstrokes. She began to feel the beginnings of his knot popping into and out of her, her lips climbing over the swell of it on her way towards him, and clinging to it like a kiss on her way back. The bulge of the knot buffeted her budding clit with each thrust, driving her wild, and it took Toby's hands bracing against her hips to slow her down.
Toby gave her several deep thrusts, knowing that they couldn't last, so he tried to enjoy them while he could. From the tip of his length nestled just between her outer labia, pushing forward to feel the bumpy ridges of her inner walls, and forward still to feel his knot pop gently into her, leaving his entire length buried in her warmth. He enjoyed this thoughtfully until the stroke where the knot popped not-so-gently, and he realized he couldn't pull back out. They both tugged against each other, and her constricting muscles caressed the sensitive back end of his bulb, stirring something deep in him. "Angie - j-just warning you -"
"I know how it works, sweetie," she replied softly, shivering at the full feeling of her boyfriend's knot buried in her. "Just hold tight, 'kay?"
He held as tightly as he could as she began rippling her muscles, making her walls compress around his spongy shaft. The black-and-white bitch bounced gently back against him, her flagged tail flopping across his hip as her outer muscles strained against his knot. They ached, in such a good way that she felt familiar muscle twinges just beginning to arise in her. This should be good, she thought, as she took a deep breath and resumed humping back against him with renewed vigor.
The first tug of Angie's humping was almost too much for Toby, and the second was. He clutched her hips, pulling her against him and immobilizing her as his knot swelled to massive size, locking his body to hers. She felt him reach orgasm inside her, twitching and jumping as he pumped a steady flow of seed. He stayed pressed to her for a few moments, desperately hugging her squirming hips to his crotch as he filled her with a whole night shift's worth of pent-up spurt. As the pressure finally faded, he sagged back, his weight being borne on his knees and his knot. The sudden jolt of pressure caused another burst of semen, almost as an afterthought, to pulse into her depths.
She arched her back and whined, a high-pitched, desperate keen, breaking him out of his post-orgasmic reverie. "Damn it, Toby.. I'm so close! Can you -"
He was already leaning over her back, wrapping her in his arms. She whiffled gratefully through her nose, then began panting as he nestled his muzzle behind the base of her ear and moved one hand down her belly, ruffling through her fur, slipping his fingers under the waistband of her miniskirt.
He spoke to her in soothing tones, as his fingertips searched through the sticky, matted fur of her mound. "Atta girl, atta girl," he crooned affectionately to the panting dog, splaying his fingers and pressing them exploratively just above where he knew his knot was buried. "Can you squeeze for me?"
She whimpered, nodded, and bore down on his knot, sending a fresh flash of pleasure up his spine and blurring his vision. He shook it off, smiled, and licked the base of her ear. "Good girl," he breathed, finding her clithood and rolling it gently between his thumb and forefinger. "Gooooooooood girl."
Angie saddled her hips out slightly to better bear his weight, her eyes drifting closed as she entered another state. Her body shuddered softly, and a succession of soft squeaks and yelps passed her lips as Toby gently and steadily stroked her towards her orgasm, lovingly kissing her ears and nuzzling the back of her neck, whispering words of encouragement to her as he felt her reach each new plateau. The tensing and relaxing of her muscles around his knot communicated her sensations directly to him, body to body. With each stroke, he paid attention to her warmth; he ground his hips against her, pumping her shallowly, feeling her heartbeat quicken through her vaginal walls.
Toby kept up the steady pace until her felt her breath become ragged and deep, and felt her puffy lips start to rise up towards her tail in an unambiguous allusion to her own ascension. He slowed his pace for just a moment, causing a desperate, quiet cry from the border collie girl beneath him. He licked her ear once, and whispered, "Are you ready?" She nodded emphatically, shivering, pushing her rump back against him - a plea in the only language she was capable of at the moment - and he kissed the back of her neck as his fingers resumed massaging her stiffened bud at their insistent, steady pace. "Then hang on, good girl, because here we go.."
She trembled, licked her lips twice, and emitted a muffled yelp as her body flooded with sensation. Her solid four-point stance weakened as her elbows buckled and nearly collapsed under Toby's weight, but she barely noticed, lost in her own world of rhythmic pulses of pure light and pleasure. Toby dutifully continued toying with her hood for several moments, eventually and gradually easing up as her ragged breathing slowly regained its moderate pace, his other paw gently petting her head in slow strokes. His pads traced gentle lines from the white dots at tip of her panting muzzle, between her screwed-shut eyes, to behind the ears that she tucked back in the height of her passion.
"Angie?" he asked quietly, waiting for her to come down. He didn't get much in the way of a verbal reply, so he tugged gently at the base of her tail, and grinned at the muffled moan he received in answer. "You couldn't wait three hours for me to get off, huh?" He playfully swatted her rump, then shivered as she pushed back onto him in mock retaliation. She craned her muzzle back over her shoulder and bared her teeth at him in a winning smile. "Hey, -you-'re the one who can't wait three hours to 'get off'. If I'd waited for you to get home, you would've -already- gotten off. I don't miss much up in the security booth, boyo. I know how antsy you get around three in the -"
A stricken look flashed across the male's face. "Oh shit, honey - stay down!" She trailed off, and froze as she heard the low humming of a well-tuned electric car gliding up to the opposite side of the booth. Shit!, she thought. Thanks a lot, technology.
Toby brushed his sweat-matted whiskers cheeks back, and tried to play as calm as he could, on his knees in the booth with his cock buried knot-deep in the haunches of his girlfriend. Angie looked up, and saw him extend his arm clumsily out the window, having to shrug his shoulder up to get it over the sill. "Ticket, please!"
"I.. I.. I seem to have lost it!" came the desperate-sounding plea of a little old lady's voice, wafting up from outside the booth. Angie rolled her eyes as Toby heaved a sigh of relief, probably due in no small part to being excused from having to open the register drawer that was currently jammed into his belly. "You know what, ma'am? It's a late night.. just go on ahead and forget about it." He jabbed the 'Raise Gate' button with his thumb and waved her on through.
Angie mouthed an obscenity at him, and Toby mock-retaliated by tweaking her ear after he'd safely waved the driver on. "Hey, c'mon, what's your problem?"
Angie stuck her tongue out, and swatted at his chest and belly with her tail. "You let her off with a warning, and you wouldn't even let your own girlfriend through for free!"
Toby shrugged helplessly, and glanced up at the clock. About twenty minutes till his knot went down, leaving.. just enough time to clean up before Paul came in. Phew. "Hey, at least someone got off easy tonight!"
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This is my first story, and I would seriously appreciate any constructive feedback. It's a big milestone for me actually just managing to get a story finished (!) so I'm happy with it on that front, but I know there's a lot of work to do. Thanks for taking the time to read this far!