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"Order!"

I followed this with banging the bell on the pass through. With all of one table left in the restaurant, a relatively old couple, it wasn't strictly necessary, but people expected it out of a diner, and at this point it was habit.

Jenny flashed me a smile as she picked up the plate, and when she turned to take it to the table, it was with a distinctive sway of her hips. I shook my head sharply and turned back to the kitchen. The bitch had a nice ass, and she had been extra flirty all day. Smelled good, too. I'd gotten a whiff every time she came by to pick up a plate, and something caught at my mind, but the vent hood sucked the air out faster than I could parse it. Still.

I wiped my paws on my towel and shouldered my way through the kitchen door watch her. She had seemed a little distracted all day, but since the day's second shift had all managed to coordinate personal illness and family problems on the same day, I'd been stuck running the back of house solo since the last of the first-shift crew left. They'd been good and left me in a good place -- well stocked with clean dishes, empty sinks, and full prep stations -- so it had been pretty manageable after the early dinner rush, but it had still been enough to keep me hopping in the back all day.

For her own part, Jen had been managing pretty well, covering a front of house shortage that had left us the only two staff in the joint for the last four hours. Pretty well, but not as well as she usually did. I was demanding on my staff, and for all it was a diner joint, it was an upscale diner, and my staff had to live up to the food. They were expected to sass the customers a little, but not too much, and to have a good handle on when a table wanted more or less. Of course, I paid them for it, with regular hours, sick pay, and a base rate that covered the fact that we didn't take tips. Sure, it ran our prices up, as did the food quality, but when folks wanted classic diner fare, in reasonable portions, with locally-sourced ingredients, they came to us. Me. Well, the Wolfdog Diner. Close enough. What mattered was this: they came up out of the city for it, and I was damned proud of that.

In any case, I'd been keeping an eye on Jen, and with last order of the day served up, I could see how she was distracted, and how she seemed to be taking 'sass the customers a little' to mean 'hit on every guy who walks in.' Certainly, she was laying it on pretty thick for the gent. He seemed to be taking it in stride, and I got the impression his wife/girlfriend/mistress/whatever was more amused by it than anything else. Good for them.

Jen slipped by me to get to the register, and she gave the corner a wider berth than she needed, managing to brush her tail across the front of my apron, right over my crotch. When she moved back around the counter, I caught her by the arm and leaned in speak into her ear. "Lock the door as soon as they're gone and see me in the back."

She gave me a quizzical look, cocking one ear like she couldn't quite decide how to react. She glanced at my paw, then back up at me, and her breathing quickened. She was quiet for just a moment, then responded. "Uh, sure thing, boss." She slipped past me then, and I couldn't help but notice she still made it a point to brush her rear across my crotch in the process.

Fucking hell, she was asking for it. I shook my head again and headed into the back to start cleaning up. I had a general rule against fucking the staff; it was a recipe for a hot mess. Didn't help that I was her boss, and it was a recipe for a sexual assault charge. Even when everyone was on-board with it, it got distracting. I'd made the mistake of getting balls-deep in a prep boy one morning at a different joint, years back, and had damned near burned the place down when what I lost track of what I'd been cooking and the oil caught fire. Nothing like hopping around a kitchen trying to put out a fire when you're knotted up the ass of a fox who's busy shooting his load all over the inside of his pants. At least the smoke had covered up the smell, and we got it cleaned up before anyone else showed up.

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Lost in my thoughts as I cleaned up, with the kitchen fan running and sucking out the day's smells, I didn't notice the customers had left until Jen came into the back. She was leaning against the wall next to the kitchen's swinging door when she spoke up. "Customers are gone, boss. What do you want with me?"

I started and glared at her in silence.

She had the grace to pin her ears back and tuck her tail against her thigh. "You, uh, said you wanted to talk?"

I shook myself, resetting my hackles with the movement. Her scent had started to fill my nose, in spite of the fan, and had me on edge. I rapped my knuckles on the steel countertop and collected my thoughts before responding. I settled for brusque: "Jen, come here." I pointed sharply at the place next to me.

She slunk over, her ears still pinned back, but the way her hips and tail swayed as she walked belied her conflict. I growled as she approached, and she shrunk back. She looked like she was about ready to bolt.

I considered her quietly before lighting into her. "The fuck have you been up to all day?"

"Huh?"

"What. The Fuck. Have you been up to. All day?" Nice and slow, real sharp. Ought to catch my words. In case she didn't, I added, "You've been fine, today, but I don't pay my waitresses to be fine, I pay them to be fucking outstanding, and instead, you look like you just want to be fucking."

Her tail lashed behind her. "Err."

I loomed over her. I was a good six inches taller than she was, and my hybrid breeding left me broad of bone and muscle. My profession left me with a bit of a gut, but it didn't detract from the difference between my size and her rangy frame. "Is that it?" I pointed sharply towards the front of house. "I just watched you flash me while you were serving the last table's food. What the fuck are you thinking, running around without any goddamned underwear under that skirt? This is a fucking family establishment, not a two-bit cat house like The Y. You want to work there, whoring yourself out for tips? I'll write you a recommendation! 'Pretty good waitress, lean body, good-looking pussy.' That what you want your qualifications to be?"

She had the grace to avert her gaze, and I would have bet her ears were running pretty hot as she pressed herself back against the counter of the prep station I'd been cleaning. A little growl in her voice when she responded gave her some credit. "What?! I -- No! Why the hell would I want to work there?"

I shook my head and leaned over her, planting one paw on the counter next to her hip and thrusting my other between her thighs to cup that bare pussy of hers. Jesus Fucking Christ, she was sopping wet, and practically burned against my palm.

She let out a moan and sank into my paw before switching gears and pushing herself up from the counter and pricking her ears to growl again. "Hey! What the fuck?!"

"What the fuck indeed? Not a fucking stitch under your skirt, and you're reeking up a storm. If this wasn't my fucking business, I'd dig it. Who doesn't like a needy bitch? But my livelihood is at stake, and the last thing I need is a flood of reviews saying my diner smells like a whorehouse. So why the fuck aren't you wearing panties? Hell, those wouldn't even stop it! Why are you even here if you're going into heat?"

She didn't push away from me, and her hips gave a subtle grind against my paw. Whatever she said, her body knew what it wanted. "Fuuuck. Goddamnit, Emil, I just, uhh... I need the money."

I shook my head and growled at her. My palm was soaked already, and I could feel her juices running off my finger to soak into the fur of her thighs. They were already a mess; she had really gotten going in the last hour. "Bullshit. Paid sick leave, and you know it. All you gotta do is call me up, say, 'Boss, I stink like a whorehouse. I need to stay home and get fucked a lot for the next few days.' So why are you really here?"

She ground into my paw again and rolled her hips lewdly. "Uhh. I'm off the next few days and I thought I'd make it through." The bitch groaned, and I could see her tail curling off to the side in that universal canid offering. "Fffuck. Last minute long shift when James couldn't make it. It just, y'know, got to me sooner than expected."

I rewarded this spate of half-honesty by thrusting a finger into her, and she bore down hard with a moan and another muttered oath. I could only growl. "Sure. And you didn't wear panties, because, what, you wanted to feel the breeze on your cunt?"

Jen squirmed against the counter. "Oh god... I just-- Fuck. It was a rough morning, ok? I didn't notice until I was already on the bus. I barely got here on time as it was."

"I noticed." A growl surfaced in my throat again. Pressed up against her like this, one finger buried up to the knuckle inside her, I was hard as a rock. I hadn't worn any underwear that day, either, so my cock was pressing painfully against the rough cotton of my pants. On the other hand, I was wearing pants, which show off a hell of a lot less when you bend over.

I pulled my finger out of her, eliciting a quiet whine, and pulled my paw out from between her thighs. It glistened the light; goddamn, the bitch was practically leaking. I gripped her muzzle in that soaked paw and turned it towards mine, fixing her with my gaze. "Ok, bitch, here's how it works. You either leave right now, figure out how to get home on your own -- take the bus or call that worthless boyfriend you've talked about, who obviously isn't paying enough fucking attention to you, or whatever -- or you get on your knees knees and blow me. God fucking damn it, but you obviously want a cock right now, and after you've paraded your pussy around all day, I want a piece of that."

I kept my grip on her muzzle, and she looked anywhere but at me while the wheels turned in her head. She blew out her breath and sunk awkwardly down the edge of the counter. It would probably have been sexier, but I didn't give her room to move, so she reached a point where she just fell forward into me and dropped to her knees. On the plus side, her muzzle found the bulge of my cock readily enough, and she soon had me unzipped and hanging free in front of her. I was almost as wet as she was, as I'd been leaking pre since the start of our little chat, and it had slicked my shaft from top to bottom, not to mention how it had soaked my pants; they were going to need a wash before I wore them again.

Jen didn't waste any time, and it wasn't a second between when she got my cock out and when that silky coyote tongue was sliding up the underside of my shaft. I let out a low, lusty growl, and my sex-wet paw cupped her cheek, my thumb rubbing up the edge of her ear. "Now there's a good bitch."

She responded with a quiet growl of her own, and then her tongue was caressing my tip. Assaulted by that silken flesh, I couldn't help but clench, and a shot of pre splashed up over her nose and the bridge of her muzzle. She was going to be a hot mess by the time I was done with her. It was a good thing I liked 'em messy.

Her tongue got to know my cock, curling and uncurling around the shaft as she lapped at me from tip to root. She was pretty good at it, too, going so far as to nose against my balls and steal a few licks. Those earned her more splashes of pre over her muzzle, messing the fur between hear ears. Finally, she turned her attention to what I'd ordered her to do, and she wrapped her lips around my tip. She suckled eagerly, her tongue thrusting down the underside, making the root of it slide over my tip. She slid one paw up my leg to grip my ass, bracing herself as she started to bob on my length, and her other paw slipped up to grip the root of my shaft. Her lips bumped into her fist, while my knot started to fill out that grip. If her boyfriend wasn't getting this regularly, he was missing out; the bitch was both eager and skilled.

I let out a quiet groan and gripped her head cheek harder as tension welled up in my groin. I planted the other paw heavily on the counter, banging on the sheet steel, and hunched over her. Those were her only warnings as I came suddenly and hard in her mouth. My paw on her cheek held her in place as I bucked into her muzzle, fucking that cute little face of hers as my cock spurted ropes of seed across her tongue. Her paw saved her from gagging, but made sure she got every shot across her tongue. The taste didn't seem to bother her, as she started swallowing immediately, which only made her tongue undulate lushly under my tip as I came.

I recovered from the initial rush of climax, though my fur still tingled, and pulled back. My tip slipped from her lips, and subsequent spurts form my cock splashed her muzzle with ropes of thick, white semen. I groaned quietly at the sight of her, and she shuddered down there on her knees; the moan that escaped her muzzle and the way she kneaded and tugged at my knot betraying her enjoyment.

Finally, the flow stopped, and I rolled my hips forward to rub my tip against her lips, smearing them with the watery flow that followed my seed. "Fucking hell, bitch. You give a damned good blowjob."

She panted softly, then recovered herself. "Uhh, fuck. Thanks, I guess?" Her ears perked up, and she released her grip on my cock. "Um..."

I raised an eyebrow. "Something on your mind?"

Her tail lashed over the rubber mats covering the floor. "I was looking for, er, something more."

I rolled my eyes. "Say it."

"What?" She cocked her head and looked up at me.

"Say what you want." I followed with a growl. It had been a long day, and I had little patience for playing coy.

"I was kinda hoping you would, um..."

I took her chin in my paw again and leaned down to put my muzzle in front of hers. I was in danger of tasting my own cum, but it wouldn't have been the first time. My tail hiked itself back behind me, sticking out stiffly. "Say it, bitch. You want me to fuck you."

She nodded. "Yes, definitely."

"Then say it."

She tried it on for size. "Please fuck me?"

I snapped my muzzle at her. "Those are the words. Now say them like you mean them."

She shuddered and pinned her ears back, but she started with a moan that suggested she didn't mind so much after all. "Please! Bend me over and fuck me hard!"

I chuckled. "Now there's a good bitch. Bonus points of enthusiasm." I stood and gestured at the counter. "Well?"

Jen pushed herself up to her feet, then bent over a mostly-empty spot on the counter. She hiked her tail and tucked it against her side, presenting me with a very good look at her pussy and just how sodden she'd gotten. The bitch would have looked more at home in a porn shoot than a restaurant. But then, I had to admit, this had basically devolved into the latter.

I'd never gone soft, but my knot had mostly receded and the scent of an eager bitch had me ready to go again. To make sure, I planted both paws on her ass and spread her cheeks, then ducked down to stuff my nose in her crotch. A shudder ran through me, and I clenched reflexively, sending a splatter of fresh precum over the floor. Fuck it, I was going to have to get in early to hide the smell of this sex, anyway, what was one more thing?

At that moment, though, the only thing I could smell was hot, wet bitch cunt, and I was fine with that. I lapped over her folds, and she let out a lewd groan. I tried it again, and she moaned again. She tasted just as good the second time; bitch-in-heat was one of those things I never missed a chance to get a taste of.

However, eating her out wasn't my goal, so I gave her one last lick, then stood. The bitch needed a fucking -- she had even managed to beg decently for it -- and I was going to give it to her. One paw found my cock, and I guided my tip to her entrance. The point slipped readily between her swollen, welcoming folds, and I took the liberty of thrusting into her firmly, hilting myself all at once. She was as hot and slick around me as I'd expected, and she bore down on my cock with a moan that rattled off the hard walls of the kitchen. Any idiots trying to get service after we were closed would have been aware another kind of service was happening.

Once she'd recovered from the initial sensation of being stuffed, she ground back against me, pushing her ass into my hips and gripping at my shaft. I slid my paws up to grip her hips firmly and bent over her to nip at her scruff. "That's a good bitch. Tell me again what you want."

"Ah, Jesus, fuck me, please!"

I had to grin, my expression wide and toothy, though she could hardly see it. There was nothing quite like hearing someone I was balls deep in beg for more. Hunched over the bitch was the most natural sort of position, and I drew my hips back and started thrusting into her briskly. I never pulled back very far, and every thrust slammed her into the counter. Even as short as the motions were, there was a distinctive, lewd, wet sound that I could make out over the banging of the counter.

Pounding her hard and fast with those short thrusts, I didn't waste any time, and even though I had just cum, Jen was giving me plenty of motivation to do it again. Her walls gripped at my cock, bearing down hard, sometimes almost trying to hold me in, others making it harder to plow into her. She rutted herself back at me, bracing her paws on the backsplash for extra purchase, making herself a full and eager participant in the fucking.

It didn't take long for my knot to make a reappearance, this time squelching loudly as it plowed into her nether lips, adding resistance to each stroke. Jen cried out louder and squeezed harder around me. My knot swelled quickly, and it wasn't long until it caught, keeping me buried inside her when I tried to withdraw. The movement hauled the coyote bitch off the the counter, and when I recovered, I drove her hard back into it. My paws gripped her hips tighter, and I bucked my hips sharply, rocking my knot back and forth in the grip of her walls.

I hunched over and bit her scruff, pressing the loose flesh firmly between my teeth to tell her just whose she was right then. It must have been enough for her, because she tipped her head back and let out a few barks, then a long, keening howl, while her walls bore down on hard on me.

I wasn't far behind, bucking my hips a few more times before I was growling into her scruff and shooting my load into that eager and fertile pussy. All the tension of being around a receptive bitch spilled out of me in a rush, and I leaned heavily on her back, pressing her into the counter. I pumped my hips into her ass as her howl faded, and she let out a groan in response.

A few minutes' basking in the afterglow of a good rut were enough to bring me back to my senses. The range hood was still running, thankfully, so the scent of sex was slowly diminishing as it sucked the air out. I figured I'd still need to show up early and bleach the place to cover the smell, despite the fan's best efforts. It would help me clean up any spilled fluids, anyway. I wasn't going to have an unsanitary kitchen, just because I was fucking one of the staff.

I shook my head and pushed myself up. My knot was still fully swollen, as a brief roll of my hips proved. It would be a while yet until I could pull out of the bitch.

Jen started to come to her senses, and she let out a groan. "Ohhh, fuck."

"I admire your skills of observation."

She shot me glare over her shoulder, but the fire went of it when I jerked my hips, tugging at my knot inside her. "Ahh, God." She sucked in a deep breath. "Fuck. Don is not gonna miss this."

I gripped her ass in a paw and gave it a squeeze. "Is Don the boyfriend who let you go out like this?"

Her tail waved against my chest. "Uhh. Yeah, I guess so."

"You guess? You not sure he's your boyfriend."

She tried a growl on for size. "I guess he let me go out like this. He's definitely my boyfriend."

My paw slipped up to give the base of her tail a tug. "Then why the fuck you come in here and bend over for me, bitch? Or blow me, for that matter."

"I, uh... It's been a while."

I shook my head. "Doesn't say much about the two of you, if you go fucking your boss just 'cause it's been a while and you go into heat." I shrugged and tugged her tail again. "But what the fuck do I care? Got me laid."

She yipped. "Hey! He's a good guy! I just, uh... I mean, we kinda have an open relationship."

"Kinda?"

"Well, I mean. In theory."

I chuckled. "More like in practice, now."

She muttered a quiet oath. "I guess so. And he's been really busy with school."

"So busy he couldn't find time to fuck you?" I bucked my hips to emphasize my point. And my knot, as it were.

She groaned. "Ugh. Fine, yes, too busy."

"Seems kinda shitty, bitch."

She whined. "Hey, he's a good guy! I like him plenty!"

"Oh-ho!" I bucked my hips again. "Maybe I should meet him, if he's such a good guy he lets you come to work to get fucked by your boss."

"I, uh..."

I shook my head and ground her into the countertop. "Nope, it's going to happen. Besides, when's the last bus?"

"Umm... Nine-thirty?"

I glanced at the clock. "Well, it's Nine-thirty-eight now, and we're still tied, so I guess I'm giving you a ride."

She slapped the countertop. "Fuck!"

"Fuck? You want to go again already?" I kneaded one of her rump cheeks in a paw. She was lean, but she'd managed to acquire a very nice ass, in spite of it.

She slumped back into the counter. "I mean, thanks. I just...well, I guess if you're driving, it's not a big deal."

"This time. Don't think this is going to be a regular thing. Too fucking much trouble to clean up after this mess." My knot hinted at slipping as I ground against her.

She rolled her hips and ground back against me, then shook her head and rested her muzzle on the counter. Quiet was fine by me.

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I dropped heavily into my seat and turned my car on. The door closed under its own weight while I started the engine.

Jen was sitting on an old towel on my seat, to keep her from making a mess of the leather. She looked at me quietly for a moment, then spoke up. "So, uh, I live about halfway up Highland from Main."

I glanced at her as I swung the car briskly backwards out of the spot and then threw it into first gear and tore off across the lot. It was one of my little pleasures to put the engine through its paces where I could. "Well, at least that's easy to get to."

She was quiet as I swung the car out onto the street, though her ears pinned back to her head as the engine picked up when I punched it to get up to speed, flicking through the gears. It would have mattered a lot more if there'd been any traffic to get around, but at this hour, this far out of the city, the roads were barren. That just made it the perfect time to see if I could squawk the tires, which I did.

We made our way down the street in silence, listening to the hum of the engine and the rhythmic rumble of the tires over joints in the street. "So, those are, what student slums?"

She started. "Huh? Oh. I guess so. We just call them apartments, you know."

"Uh-huh. Down by the university, but not fancy. Affordable because they're fifty years old, and look the part, right? You even have a working oven?"

"It works!" She crossed her arms in front of her, but admitted, "Most of the time."

"Most of the time?" I shot her a skeptical glance.

"I mean, the one of the elements burned out a few months ago and it took a couple weeks to get it replaced," she grumbled.

"Uh-huh." I shook my head. "Like I said, slums. But whatever, as long as the rent works." I shrugged. "Your boy work?"

"He's a GTA."

"Uh-huh. So he works a lot, but he doesn't get paid for shit."

She shrugged.

"Hmm. Guess that makes you the bread winner."

She shrugged, then slumped back against her seat with a sigh. "Yeah, I guess."

I let it go. We rode in silence, and I cracked my window and stuck my nose out it briefly to catch a whiff of the cool, fresh-ish February air. The inside of the car reeked like sex and heat, rolling off both of us, since we had neither of us showered. It'd probably take a week to air the thing out to the point where I didn't get hard the moment I got behind the wheel. 'Course, I had only myself to blame. I hadn't had to fuck her and keep her late. On the other paw, I couldn't really complain about getting my dick wet; it had been a while.

She finally spoke up. "That's Highland at the light."

I took the turn. "How far up?"

"See that stop sign and crosswalk next to the bus stop? Turn left there."

We stopped, then turned. "Well, at least you've got that much."

"Well. It's new. A couple of students got run over and the city couldn't ignore it any more."

I couldn't contain a chuckle. "Good to hear they've got their priorities straight. So, where are we going?"

"To the right. Second building on the left."

The complex was a line of identical buildings, brick, utilitarian, plans made up by an architect without ambition. Each one formed a U-shape around a central, wooden stairwell that ran up five stories.

"Guess those top ones suck," I said.

She grumbled quietly. "Yeah."

I pulled into a spot, which seemed to be one thing they hadn't skimped on, and we got out. "So...you live in one of those fifth-floor units, don't you."

Jen rolled her eyes. "Of course."

She cocked her head at me as I grabbed a bag from my back seat, as though she'd only just realized I hadn't just dropped her off. "Umm. Are you...coming up?"

I stood up and closed the door. "Yeah. Your boy home?"

"Uh. Probably. Why?"

"Gonna meet him. You said you two were open, figure he ought to meet the guy who just fucked his girl. Also got to explain to him that he's to make sure you don't go pulling this stunt again." I waved my paw, indicating the sidewalk. "So lead on, bitch."

She huffed in irritation, but I couldn't help but notice the way her tail and rump swayed more than they needed to as she walked. As I followed her up the stairs, flight after flight of them, her tail kept hiking up and showing off her crotch. I guessed she hadn't had enough. The hardon grinding into my pants again said I hadn't, either.

We reached the top floor, and I leaned against the railing and admired her ass as she fumbled with the lock. At length, she finally worked the thing, though I could hear the way the deadbolt grated in the catch, and she had to lean into the door to push it open. The way it didn't seem to throw her off at all suggested it had been like that for a while.

I followed her in, taking stock as she closed the door. It wasn't a big place: a closet to my right, a couch in front of me that seemed to mark out a living room. At the far end, a hallway running off to the right, and a space that looked like it was supposed to pass for a dining room, but only if your dinners consisted of, at most, four people. A table of about that size sat in the space, covered in scattered papers, and at it sat another coyote. He had the same, lean, rangy look and sandy fur, and his ears were pricked forward as he studied a paper in front of him and scribbled on another one. He was muttering to himself, and it looked like he might have been grading some student's paper. If his mutterings were any clue, it wasn't going well for the student.

He didn't seem to have noticed us, so Jen spoke up. "Uh, hey, hon."

He glanced up, then back at the papers in front of him. "Hey." Then he looked up again. "Who's this?"

Not waiting for an introduction, I made my way across the room to stand in front of him and stick out a paw. "Emil Koch, Chef Cuisine, The Wolfdog Diner. I'm Jen's boss."

He stared at my paw, then up at me, before pushing up out of the chair and giving me a tentative shake. "Uh. Ok. Don Yoder. And why are you here?"

I gripped his paw tightly and, dropping my bag, thumped him on the shoulder with my other paw. "Because, Don, we need to talk about why I fucked your girlfriend in my kitchen today, instead of sending her home on the bus."

For her part, Jen had moved to stand to the side of us. Don looked at me, then at her, and extracted his paw from my grip. I didn't make it easy, but I didn't fight him. He took a step back. "Jen, what the hell is this?"

She pinned her ears back and averted her gaze, with her tail tucked against her leg. "I uh... " She seemed to steel herself and stood up straighter. "It's true. I went into heat today, Don, but I thought I could get through my shift before anyone noticed."

He shot me another look and gestured abruptly at me. "Yeah, so? And what, you just fuck your boss for the fun of it? For a promotion? I mean, come on!"

He'd nearly hit me in the muzzle, and I brushed the paw away. "Focus on me here, Don." I backed it up with a quiet growl. "Jen, here," and I emphasized this by grabbing her ass firmly. She yipped. "Jen, here, came into my one and only fine dining establishment, which has my name all over it, and a lot of my money in it, with no fucking panties and spent the last couple hours of the day waving her pussy around at my customers. I run a family-friendly establishment, and my customers do not want their little eight-year-old pup getting an eyeful of your girlfriend's cunt, educational as it might be."

"So--"

I shook my head sharply and cut him off. "No, Donny Boy, don't interrupt me." I worked a couple fingers across the bitch's crotch from behind, and she let out an illustrative moan. "As you can see, your girl wants it bad. Bad enough she was grinding on me before the last customers left. So, I gave her what she wanted." I let Jen's rear go, and reached out to tap him on the nose with my wetted fingers. "But if she ever comes to work smelling like this again, she's going to lose her job. I'm not running some hooker joint, and I'm not going to have it smell like one. Next time she goes in heat, your job is to keep her home and fuck her silly. Think you can manage that?"

He'd kept silent, but now he managed to muster a growl. "And why the hell do you think it's your job to go fucking other people's girlfriends, just because they're in heat? Why didn't you just send her home?"

I laughed, sharply. "It's not my job, Mr. Yoder, I just like doing it. What is my job is running a restaurant people want to spend money at, and I can't do that without at least one waitress. Unfortunately for you, and maybe for my restaurant's reputation, your bitch was all I had this evening. So no, I couldn't send her home."

Jen piped up. "Come on, Don, you said you thought we should try being open, anyway. I just, uh, put it to practice."

He glared at her, then back at me. "I only object because you brought this asshole home with you. Why the hell would you do that?"

I prodded him in the chest. "This asshole was the only way your bitch was getting home without taking a cab. And hell, I'd already fucked her, you want her riding in a cab smelling like that? And even if she'd gone home earlier, you want her riding a bus smelling like she wants to get nailed by the whole lot of 'em? She'd be smelling like a lot more guys if she had."

Don growled at me again, but said nothing. I could practically see the gears turning in his head. Looked like he was scheming, but maybe that's just how coyotes look when they think.

I threw my arm around his shoulders, and gripped the far one firmly when he tried to shrug it off. He didn't try a second time. "Jen! Show him what my customers saw today. Go bend over the couch."

She let out a soft whine and walked over to the couch, then bent herself over the arm of it, tail waving up high in the air. She may have overdone it a bit, as her skirt just flipped up over her back, but it certainly drove the point home. Just a few feet away, Don and eye got an eyeful of her vulva, puffy and glistening in the light.

I gestured at the sight. "Now, Don, your girlfriend here has a fine pussy, and I gotta say, under circumstances like this, where it's just you, me, and Jen, here, I quite like looking at it. But imagine if someone's kid had seen this! And if they'd complained! Can you imagine what that could do to my business? You know, which keeps her employed and supplied with crazy things like paid leave and health coverage?"

Don squirmed a bit as I held him against my side, but his eyes were fixed on Jen's exposed crotch, and I could see his pants tenting up. The scent alone would have done that, but the sight sure wasn't hurting. "Yeah, sure, fine. Jesus, what's your fucking point?"

I could only shake my head. "Don, my point is, your girlfriend needs a good fucking, and it's your job to do it. So why don't you get over there and prove to me that you know how to do it before I go, so I know I don't need to come by after work tomorrow and fuck her in front of you." I grinned lewdly. "'Cause I'd be a fool to miss the chance to put my dick in that, and you know she wants it."

Jen, as though to drive home the point, slid a paw back between her thighs to spread her lips and moaned over her shoulder, "Oh, just come here and fuck me, Don!"

He started towards the hallway, which led deeper into the apartment. Or rather, seemed to lead towards a bedroom and a bathroom. "Let me just get a condom--"

I shook my head and slid my paw up to grip his shoulder, pulling him back towards me and turning him to face Jen. "Oh, it's too late for that, Donny Boy. You can get her a pill tomorrow. For now, why don't you get a taste?" With that, I pushed him towards her, my paw heavy on his shoulder.

The coyote put up a token resistance, but he complied readily enough, walking forward and then kneeling behind his girlfriend. I pressed on the back of his head to push his muzzle forward into her sex.

"There, now isn't that better? Give her a lick."

He tried say something, but I shoved him into Jen's crotch, and he gave it up for licking at her, instead. He let out a quiet groan, and Jen let out a much louder one as she rolled her hips to press back into his wandering tongue. For myself, I left that heavy paw on Don's head to keep him on-goal and admired the sight. He was pretty enthusiastic for someone who seemed to want to fight everything I suggested.

Eventually, I let up the pressure from my paw, and Don sat back. He growled at me, between licking the wet fur surrounding his lips. "Fuck you, man. I can taste you on her. In her."

I gave him a wide, toothy grin. "Now's your chance to do something about it, then. Stand up and give her a good fucking. Get your cum in there instead. Hell, enjoy the sloppy seconds. I always do."

Don grumbled, but true to form, he simply stood and undid his belt. His pants quickly fell around his feet, and his boxers soon followed, leaving him standing there behind Jen, bare from the waist down and fully erect. I had to admit, he was doing pretty well for himself in that department. He grabbed his cock and guided the tip into Jen's sex, at which she let out a lewd moan and humped back, swallowing up almost half his cock in the movement.

He paused and glared over his shoulder at me. "So, what, you just gonna stand there and watch?"

I laughed and gave his ass a slap, then reached over and fished out a bottle of lube from my bag. "Oh Donny Boy, why ever would I do that? I'm going to make sure you do a good job."

He started and tried to pull out of Jen to turn and face me, but I pushed myself up against his back, grinding my bulging pants into his ass and pushing him deeper into the bitch. I rested a paw on his shoulder and growled into his ear. "Now, now, Don. Cute little 'yote like you, don't tell me you've never been fucked." I punctuated the last word with a short buck of my hips, sending the hidden point of my cock probing up under his tail.

Don let out a groan of his own, and his tongue fell out of his muzzle. "Ahh, fuck..." He groaned again, but his paws slid up over Jen's rump and grabbed her ass. "Not in, ugh, years."

He rolled his hips forward into her, giving me the room to unbuckle my belt and undo my fly, letting my pants fall down to catch at mid-thigh. I pressed the bare flesh of my cock up against the pucker of flesh under his tail and growled into his ear. "So, you don't want it, just tell me, and I'll go. But otherwise, I'm gonna fuck this tight, cute ass of yours while you pound your bitch. I'm sure you'll agree, we'll all win."

Don let out a louder groan at that bare touch, and I could feel his furred cheeks clenching around my shaft as it rested between them. He stood there tense and silent for a moment, then let out a sigh. "Uffff. Fine."

I patted his shoulder heavily and popped the cap on the lube with an audible snap. Cool, slick liquid drizzled over the top of my cock, and then I closed the bottle and dropped it, getting my paw around my cock before the lube slid off. A quick stroke of my paw had me fully slicked, and then I worked one, then two, of those newly-slicked digits up through the tight ring under his tail. He let out another moan and arched, pushing his hips away from my digits and thus burying himself balls-deep in Jen, who let out a gasp and muffled curse of her own.

With my target slicked up, I wasted no more time. My fingers left his ass and curled around my shaft, instead. I guided myself to his newly-wet entrance, much the same as he had done to Jen minutes before, and I settled my tip against his bare, well-lubed ass. I gripped his shoulder tightly, digging the blunt tips of my claw into the lean muscles under his pelt as I pushed forward, taking my time and letting him adjust. Wasn't any sense in hurting the poor thing, and it let me appreciate just how good his bare ass felt as it slipped around me. I chuckled; completing the set on a couple in one night was new for me.

At length, I was buried balls deep in Don's ass, and he was already balls deep in Jen. I growled a warning to him, and he stood there panting between me and Jen as I ran my paws down his arms to splay over his on Jen's ass. She let out a quiet yip and bucked her hips back, rocking Don into me. He let out a groan and clenched, bearing down around my length.

My grip in place, I drew back slowly, then thrust in again. Don took the first thrust unmoving, still tense, but when I withdrew again, he moved with me, his length sliding out of Jen's sex as mine slid out of his ass. I settled into a slow rhythm of long, smooth strokes, ending each one by burying my cock in Don's ass and driving him firmly forward into his bitch. Both coyotes moaned and were starting to let out short yips as we moved, while I kept up a quiet growl, with my muzzle tucked into the base of Don's ear.

We moved like that for a short time, a lewd, awkward line of pounding hips, until Don's knot caught at Jen, and she rocked back against him suddenly. I couldn't blame him for tying her so quickly; it was hard to last long in a bitch when you were getting pounded, yourself. I pulled my muzzle back and bit at Don's scruff, gripping the loose flesh as his rear clenched around my length. He tipped his muzzle back and let out a short set of barks that led into a high-pitched, keening howl.

Jen joined him, and the racket of the two of them howling together had me pinning my ears back for what little protection that offered. I could feel Jen rutting back against him in the way his rump bumped erratically back into my hips, and I focused my efforts on pounding into him.

Their howl had just about died down when my knot finally caught in Don's ass, tugging his knot sharply inside Jen when I tried to pull back. I gave a few short, sharp bucks of my own, then growled into his scruff as my climax rushed through me and I spilled a fresh load of cum into his rear. I kept my paws firmly planted over his, pinning them to Jen's ass, holding him in place while my teeth on his scruff let the 'yote know exactly what his position was.

When the peak of my pleasure had passed, I released his scruff and leaned heavily against him, pressing him harder into Jen's rear. Knotted together as we were, we stayed there, half-slumped over the couch and simply panted quietly.

Of the two of them, Jen seemed to recover her senses first, letting out a groan as she moved under us. "Ooohh...fuck. That might, mmm, almost be enough for tonight."

I chuckled. "Uh-huh." I draw a paw back and patted Don's hip. "Maybe you can inspire your boy here to a repeat performance after I'm gone."

I rolled my hips, and felt a little give in my knot, though it didn't slip free.

Don groaned, and the movement seemed to bring him back. "Ugh. Jesus."

I reached a paw down in front of him and cupped his balls, rubbing them back against my own. "You can call me that if you want."

Don grumbled and reached back to rub his scruff. "Ahh, damnit, you bite hard."

I nipped the edge of one of his ears. "Scruffs are made for that. I'm sure you can handle it." I rolled my hips again, and my knot finally slipped free with a lewd, wet noise, and a bit of resistance. I slid out of the coyote's ass all in a rush, leaving my cock hanging coolly in the air. "Mmm, after all, you handled that well enough."

Don, for his part, groaned in response. I patted his ass, then pulled my pants up and put myself back together. I reeked of sex once more, and my pants were going to need a thorough wash, but I could worry about that later.

Don rolled his hips, slowly grinding against Jen's rear on the couch, and it looked like he was trying to pull out, but from the way she squirmed, he had a little ways to go.

I picked up my bag and walked around to squat in front of Jen. Reaching out to cup her chin, I lifted it, looking her in the eye. "Ok, bitch, you get the deal? You don't come into work in heat, you keep the job. Simple, right? Use that medical leave I give you."

She nodded as best she could from the awkward position. "Yes, boss."

I patted her cheek. "Good. And if you two need another round of relationship counseling, you call me. You're both pretty good rides."

Don seemed inclined to say something more, but he settled for glaring at me and giving me the finger.

I grinned at him as I stood. "Uh-huh. Like you didn't enjoy it. Have fun, you two, and don't forget to get a pill in the morning."

With that, I hauled the door open and stepped out into the cool night air. Outside the apartment, the temperature had dropped precipitously, and I could see my breath in the cold, crisp air. I shook myself from my nose to my tailtip and let out a huff, then made my way down the stairs.

Even with the window cracked, my car still stank of sex. Hell, we hadn't even fucked in it, but you almost couldn't tell, the way it smelled. I cracked all the other windows, then cranked up the heat and pulled out of my spot. As I pulled back onto Highland, I reflected that really I shouldn't make a habit of this sort of thing, but I had a hard time staying away from that sort of low-investment fuck, especially when I got both halves of a couple. I figured Don would come around eventually, way he was moaning like that, and even if he didn't, it didn't matter much to me.

Either way, I had to get home and sleep; the restaurant wasn't going to run itself in the morning, and I still had some cleaning to do. Of course, I had to clean myself up, too. No rest for the wicked.