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My inner slut raged against her confinement. She wanted out of her cage. For two weekends, I went back to the bar where I met the coyote. Predators favored watering holes to take easy prey but I didn't find him.

Luck was with me on the third weekend. My husband was out of town, my son was visiting friends, and I found my coyote lover.

I spotted the young male sitting at the bar with a drink before him. I slid onto the empty stool next to the coyote. The vinyl seat was cool against my crotch because I didn't wear panties. Call that a lucky hunch or wishful thinking.

He turned his head enough to see who took the seat.

"Hello again," I said as our eyes met. I offered him a smile.

An easy smile spread across his muzzle as the lean body turned toward me. His gold-flecked brown eyes caressed my body with a thoughtful hunger in them. His gaze rested on the erect nipples beneath my sheer bra and thin top.

I felt shameless under his scrutiny.

"It's nice to see you again," he replied after lifting his gaze to my face.

My smile grew big and lusty. "Likewise."

Amusement tugged the corners of his mouth up. "We had a good time during your last visit as I recall."

My arousal increased he recalled our escapade in the bathroom. I hadn't forgotten how gorgeous he was but having that hunky young male next to me was turning me on better than a memory ever could. My crotch warmed and I squirmed on the barstool.

I nodded. Before I could reply, the bartender arrived. I ordered a club soda.

"Yes, we did have a good time," I said. "I enjoyed the dancing."

The coyote chuckled and sipped his drink. "Is that all you enjoyed?"

It was time to ante up for slut poker. My voice dropped to keep our conversation private. "No. I loved getting fucked with your big hard cock in that nasty bathroom."

"That got your motor running, did it?"

I nodded. "You redlined it. I've been idling ever since and want you to rev it up again."

He looked in my eyes. "Your husband just isn't doing it for you, is he?"

I shook my head. "He's--okay."

"But?" he prompted.

"But I need more than okay. I need something more primal, rawer." My voice dropped even more. "I want a male to use me however he wants." I paused before adding, "My husband, isn't into that sort of thing. If he could, I wouldn't be here."

He shrugged. "No surprise there."

I let out a small laugh. "To be honest, I didn't even know I got off on that sort of thing until you and I did it."

He showed a toothy smile. "I see."

I nodded and looked at the bar. "I've never felt like that during or after. I can't stop thinking about how good everything made me feel. I'm amazed at how much I like it."

"You seemed like you'd get off on the slut treatment. You didn't object when we went to the bathroom so I decided to see how far you'd go."

This coyote knew I was a slut before I had realized it! My heart to skip a beat and I remained focused on the bar top to keep my heart rate and excitement lowered. "How did you know I'd respond that way?"

He shrugged "I didn't know but I suspected it. A bit of observation and the right questions allow you to learn a lot about a person."

That was news to me. Which questions had revealed my desires? "Do you do that with every female you meet? Find out their innermost desires?"

His response was non-specific. "I don't kiss and tell. Since you're here tonight, it looks like my reasoning was correct."

I liked that he wasn't crass about what we'd done. The bartender placed the club soda before me. I paid with cash. I wasn't there to get drunk and the water I drank earlier was filling my bladder. "It's like a craving," I said. "I can resist it for a while but after so long, I've got to satisfy the urge."

He nodded. "Yeah, it's like that sometimes. Your husband isn't open to creative sexual experiences, then?"

I sighed. "No. He's a traditional type and doesn't get out of his comfort zone."

"And your comfort zone is more comprehensive than his."

"I guess you could put it that way."

The coyote turned and looked about the bar and dance floor. "I don't see your girlfriends tonight. Is this a solo excursion?"

I nodded and sipped my drink. "Mmm-hmm."

He grinned. "You don't want them to know about your newfound tastes?"

I shook my head. "No."

He gave me a knowing grin that sent a shiver up my spine. "I see. Do you want to get pregnant or are you on birth control?"

"Birth control," I responded. "Is that important?"

The male shrugged. "Some females with cravings like yours want a baby provide a constant reminder of their true nature."

"Really?"

He nodded.

Heat spread across my cheeks as I flushed with excitement at the thought of getting pregnant by this male. "I have a son," I replied. "And I want to keep my marriage intact. It's enough for me to acknowledge and satisfy my urges now and then."

"That explains the solo visit." The coyote smiled. "But we can take care of your cravings without causing any marital problems."

His words were what I wanted to hear! "That works best."

"You're okay with keeping this from your husband? Some femmes find it difficult to keep a secret that important from their partners."

I'd kept my sexual disappointment hidden from him for a couple decades. I nodded without hesitation. "Yeah. I think having this remain a secret makes it more exciting for me."

"There's always the risk of exposure," he replied. "Are you prepared to deal with the fallout if your hidden passions come to light?"

That made me think. The coyote remained silent as I considered the consequences of my choices. Feeling that I could gain my husband's forgiveness if he became aware of my illicit activities disgusted and thrilled me.

"Yeah. I can manage it."

We chatted a bit more while we finished our drinks. The night crowd started filling the bar. The deejay put on something with a thumping beat, luring a small crowd to the dance floor.

"Let's dance," the coyote suggested as I finished my club soda. "As I remember, you were pretty good at it."

He was a good dancer too. I grinned. "Sure."

He had the bartender look after my purse. From their easy familiarity, I can see that they know each other well. Then the male pulled me toward the dance floor. Unlike our last encounter, there is no slow buildup or exploration between us. As our bodies moved in sync to each other, he pulled my hips to his. My muzzle moved in to kiss him.

As our lips parted, he asked, "Do you want more of what we did last time?" his gold-flecked eyes glinted with mischief.

Sticky heat filled my crotch as I gazed into his eyes. "Yeah." I turned within his loose embrace and pressed my ass to the bulging sheath low on his abdomen. We gyrated together; my ass against his firming bulge.

I felt primal sexual power as I used my body to excite the male. His hands dropped to my hips and his cock bulge rocked in my ass cleft. The darkness and flashing lights on the dance floor helped disguise our blatant sexual display.

After a couple more songs, I was as horny as I was going to get. I wanted the coyote's big cock shaft buried inside me again. I wanted to cum until I lost count of the orgasms. There was constant heat and wetness in my crotch from my excitement. From his reactions to my scent, he knew how aroused I was.

We moved from the dance floor to a corner.

"I want you," I murmured and pulled his muzzle to mine as my hips ground against him. He grabbed my ass and gave both cheeks a good squeeze before pulling my belly onto his hard bulge.

"Mmm," I moaned into his mouth.

When we parted, he smiled. "Slut," was the only thing he said.

My crotch burst into flame as heat and moisture increased between my legs.

I nodded.

"Come with me."

The coyote led me to the bar to retrieve my purse. I slung the thin strap over my head and between my breasts to keep it against my hip. Then we went through a door, down a dim hallway, and exited into the alley.

A buzzing streetlamp on the utility pole cast a weak yellow light that struggled to dispel the night. It succeeded in creating a less murky pool of darkness. The naked bulb under the metal shade jutting from the brick wall of the bar is no better, lighting the back door and little else.

The male led me to the edge of light where the darker part of the alley began. Trash bins loomed ahead but the alley was clear behind. I thanked my luck that the breeze blew toward the bins instead of toward us.

The alley was disgusting. Scraggly weeds poked through gaps between building foundations and the pavement. Bits of litter discarded lay mostly along the edges of the alleyway. Everything carried a layer of city grime that rain never washed away.

The thought of the coyote fucking me here made my inner slut rejoice. It dirty and offers the risk of discovery -- perfect slut territory.

The coyote sniffs the air to determine my arousal. A grin spread across his handsome muzzle as he regards me. "I think you've gotten wetter in the last few minutes."

I nodded and let my gaze drop to his crotch to show him what I want. I wet my lips with a sensuous display of my wet tongue. "Yeah. I'm dripping wet thinking of your big cock inside me."

His eyes slide down my body and back up. "I think this is as good a place as any to give you what you crave."

I feigned surprise and twisted my head from side to side. "What, here?"

"You prefer the bathroom again?"

I felt heat in my cheeks and breasts along with an increasing heat at the apex of my thighs. My legs squirmed together in anticipation of sex with this young male.

"Yeah, you want me to do it here, slut," he states. His nose samples my scent to emphasize his next words. "I can smell how turned on you are."

Busted. I nodded. "Yeah. Take me here."

"What is it that turns you on the most?" he asks, his muzzle moving close to mine. "The anonymous sex? My big cock? Getting used like a cheap slut?"

My eyes widen at the word 'slut' and my breath catches for a moment.

"Ah," he said with a smile as my reaction reveals my desires. "You're a cheap slut. Do you want to get used as my as my fuck toy, slut?"

My pussy was hot and wetter than ever! I nodded. "Yes!"

"Are you my slutty fuck toy?"

Another nod. "I am."

He let a smile spread across his elegant muzzle. "Say it."

I took a shaky breath to try and calm my racing heartbeat. I felt as nervous as a virgin bride on her wedding night. "I'm your slutty fuck toy."

He leaned in close and put his muzzle next to mine. "Beg me to fuck you with my big cock, slut."

My eyes widened. "What?"

"You heard me." He reached between my thighs and lifted his hand. His fingers stroked my sopping labia. His voice is low and has a cadence I've never heard before. "You want to beg for my big hard cock. You want me to fuck your slut pussy and fill it with cum so to satisfy those nasty slut urges of yours. Then you can go back to your boring life until your slut urges are too strong to resist. Then, like a bitch in heat, you're going to come back to me and beg for another fuck and cum dump." He jammed a couple fingers into my wet pussy and finger-fucked me while his thumb mashed against my clitoris

I came in seconds as his fingertips curled into my G-spot while his thumb rubbed my excite clit. I grab his arm in both hands and held it there as my hips bucked against his hand.

"God, yes!" I cried as my hips jerked with another strong climax from his fingers and thumb.

"You want me to fuck your slut pussy," he said with a smile while gazing into my eyes. I was unable to look away. "Beg me to fuck you." He paused. "Slut. Beg me to fuck your slut pussy." He sniffed the air. "I can tell how excited you are by the way you smell." He sampled the air again. "And you want a good fuck."

My heart hammered against my ribs. Everything he said was true. If he weren't finger-fucking me, I'd tremble from the arousal. My hips jerked and bucked as he made me cum. I moaned from the pleasure of the situation and his actions. It's so hard to think with climaxes overtaking me in waves. I didn't want him to stop making me cum.

"Please fuck me," I managed to gasp between climaxes. I used one hand to grab his shoulder for support as my legs went wobbly. Everything below my waist was a bit numb and my spine tingled from tail to neck.

His expression wasn't pleased. He continued making me cum with expert movements of his fingers. This male knew how to manipulate a female's body to do what he wanted. He gazed "You can do better than that, slut."

He's right, it was a weak effort. I had to bite my lip as he made me cum again using just the fingers buried in my body. It was so hard to think! My voice quivered as I told him, "Please fuck my slut pussy with your big cock! Hnng! Gah! Fill me with hot jizz from your balls!" I moaned from another shuddering climax. "Oh fuck! I want your cum to leak from my slut cunt and run down my legs when you're done--ah!--using me!"

He seems satisfied by my answer and extracts his hand. "You take to that so well, you cheap slut."

I blinked in surprise. I sure did.

"Please give me your big dick," I purr and lick his muzzle. "You have my slut pussy wet and ready for you."

His expression changed from mild interest to pleased. The coyote licked his wet fingers with a satisfied expression. I can smell myself and watching him is erotic. Then he pressed the fingers to my lips. My scent has the tang of fluids and the deep earthy notes of my own musk as I lick each of his wet fingers with slow laps of my tongue. My hands came up and held his steady as began sucking on each finger.

When I finished, he said, "Turn around."

He was going to fuck me in public! The risk of someone seeing us increased my already high excitement level.

"Fuck me," I said in a pleading tone as I placed both hands on the dirty brick wall.

"I like an eager slut," he said and caressed my rump. "Tell me what you what you need."

"I need your big dick in my hot pussy," I cooed to wall as my hips tilted forward to position myself for his entry.

"You're a cock slut," he stated.

I liked the sound of that! "Mmm, yeah, I'm your cock slut! I think about your cock all the time. I think about it when I'm masturbating and when my husband fucks me."

I heard him chuckle. "It's too bad he doesn't appreciate the slut you're turning into. But, I'm happy to provide for your needs."

The touch of his glans triggers an excited shudder to course though my body. His firm flesh parted my wet lips. Instead of finding and slipping into my snatch, he moved his cock head lower, gliding between my labia. I gasped when his shaft rode over my aroused clitoris.

"Fuck!" I barked as my hips gave a sudden jerk from an instant climax.

I was more aroused than I'd ever been in my life! I climaxed again as the male dragged his prick backward over my clit.

"Oh, fuck," I breathed as my body quaked with the sudden twin orgasms. My spine tingled again.

I was in for another surprise as he used his hand to slap his cock against my clit. The brief hard contact sent jolts of what felt like electricity from my crotch to my limbs. I jerked and jumped at each slap.

"Please give me your cock," I begged in a husky tone as he teased me. "I need it so bad!"

With a chuckled, the coyote dragged his pointed tip through my fleshy groove and parted my slit. At last! I tried pushing my butt back to force myself onto the hard shaft.

He smacked my ass hard. I yelped in surprise at the sting of his palm.

"I didn't tell you to fuck yourself, slut!"

I nodded. "I'm sorry. I'm go so excited that I couldn't help myself. I want your cock in my slut pussy and you're teasing me!"

"Slut, you do what I tell you when I tell you to do it. Understand?"

I nodded again. "Yes."

His palm caressed my rump. "Good sluts get rewards," he said in a calm voice. "Bad sluts get punished. Do you want a reward or punishment?"

God help me, I couldn't decide!

After a few moments, I said, "Please give me a reward."

I got another butt caress. "Good girl."

He shoved his cock into my body with one hard thrust of his hips. My pussy was so wet, he slid into me with little resistance. I grunted in surprise as his big member filled my belly and tapped my cervix with his glans.

"Fuck," I moaned as his cock spread my opening and vagina. "You're so fucking big!"

"That's why you came back for more." He said. Then, "This cock is your reward, slut." His hips began driving that hard shaft into with deep hard thrusts. After a few seconds to lube himself in my fluids, he gripped my waist with both hands and yanked me onto is oncoming cock.

As our bodies meet, I ground my ass back and down on him. Oh god did he feel good in my pussy!

"Yeah," I moaned. "Fuck my slut pussy hard."

My forehead almost hit the brick as he shoved his cock into me with more force. I had to push back from it with both arms.

"Is this how you want it, you slut?"

It was such a unique experience, that I said, "Oh, fuck yes!"

There was no doubt that he used me for his pleasure once more and I was just along for the ride. Surrendering to his needs was a liberating experience. He'd already made me cum quite a few times and I wanted my body to coax a climax from him.

The coyote fucked me without spoiling the encounter with needless conversation.

My earlier preparation was about to pay off. The first time was a pleasant surprise but this was a planned experience. My hips began to squirm as my bladder signaled a need to empty. "I have to pee," I moaned.

"Are you going to piss yourself again?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Go ahead you nasty slut. I'm not going to stop fucking your wet cunt."

I relaxed the proper muscles and my bladder let go. "Oh god," I murmured as urine sprayed in an undulating stream from my piss hole while he maintained his pace. I wet my legs and feet, the wall, and the ground for half a minute. We teach children to avoid marking territory. But, as my scent perfumed the air while I coated the wall and pavement, I enjoyed knowing that whoever passed here would know a female had marked her breeding location.

A short while later, I heard a door bang open. Music increased from a dull thumping to something recognizable. Someone was exiting the bar. My body stiffened but the male didn't stop moving.

I kept my gaze down and smelled a new male in the air.

"Damn, Rex," the newcomer said, naming my anonymous lover as he approached, "You're doing her in the alley?"

I feel no shame as the coyote drove himself into me without pause. I found the situation exciting!

"This slut likes it nasty," my male replied.

The other male sounded disinterested. "Whatever." He passed us and tossed a trash bag into the bin. Then he returned to the bar without a second glance or comment.

"I should have asked if he wanted sloppy seconds," Rex said. "Would you like that, slut? Getting fucked by two males?"

Two males in one night? My mind reeled. "Yeah!" I grunted.

"Of course, you would," he said with a chuckle. His hand went under my belly to jam a fingertip atop my wet clit. "I'm getting ready fill this slut pussy with cum."

"Fuck!" I barked as he triggered orgasmic pleasure with his probing finger.

He leans forward. "Keep cumming for me, slut."

His words and finger coaxed two more orgasms from my quivering body. Both of my legs shook and I felt numb below the waist again. Thank goodness I had the wall for support. If I fell, the coyote would likely ride me to the ground, fucking all the way.

The coyote shoved his prick into me and held his knot against my opening. "Here's your reward," he said and groaned and gripped my waist with both hands again.

Warmth spread deep in my belly as his balls flooded my love canal with jizz. Then he was thrusting again, his hard shaft gliding in our mixed fluids. My husband was one and done. This male seemed to have cum to spare. I liked that and began to grind my snatch against his knob.

"Give it all to me," I cried to the wall. "Fill my slut pussy with hot cum!"

"Fuck, yeah," he said.

How much cum does he produce? Each thrust sends more of it into my abused pussy. Big drops of semen spattered the pavement between my feet.

Even my young stud has a limit. When he's emptied his big balls, his movements slowed. Then he rested with his prick inside me. I heard his breathing; heavy and deep from behind.

"You're my cum slut now," he stated.

I nodded in agreement. "Yes."

"I'm going to fill every hole on your body with my cock and cum."

I nodded again. "Yes."

"I'll cum on your face and tits."

"Okay."

"Your ass and pussy will take lots of loads. You'll do things for me that you'll blush to think about and deny to your husband and friends."

"I will," I agreed.

"Remember," he said and gave me a pat on the ass. "Good sluts get rewards and bad sluts get punished. Please me and you get rewarded with fucking and plenty of cum."

My answer was automatic. "Please, yes!"

He grunted and stepped back, pulling himself free of my body. Thick drops of gray-white semen leaked from me. As I watched, a small stream of it cascaded from my sore labia.

My chest was heaving and I trembled from the adrenaline and post-climax jitters. I remained bent over, watching the growing cum puddle between my feet for a few moments.

He was grinning when I pushed off the wall and faced him. My fluids and semen covered his deflated penis. He raised an eyebrow and dipped his muzzle. "Clean my cock, slut."

My husband never asked me to clean him. Ever. A tingle of excitement started in my lower belly and spread like electricity throughout my body. A smile spread across my muzzle as I squatted before the male and steadied myself with both hands on his thighs.

I sniffed his maleness and enjoyed the combined mix of our sexes and scents. The odors began to excite me. I lifted the limp penis to my mouth. I gazed up at my coyote male and closed both lips on him behind the head. I sucked to extract every drop of his salty seed.

He smiled.

It's the first time I've tasted myself on a penis and the tart flavors come alive on my tongue. I bathed his cock head with my tongue and then started licking his shaft. As he slipped from between my lips, I lifted his cock up and to the side to lick the wet balls dangling underneath.

"Suck my balls," he said and without hesitation, I drew a fat orb between my lips.

That earned me a nod of approval from the male.

With his balls wet from my saliva, I licked the fur of his sheath clean.

"Well done, slut," he said when I completed the task and licked my muzzle.

"Can I have your phone number?" I asked in a small voice.

He began securing his penis. "Of course." He pulled a phone from his back pocket after zipping up. We exchanged contact information.

We parted in the alley. He re-entered the bar and I stumble-walked for a bit before my gait steadied. At the alley entrance, I turned left toward the parking lot.

It was time to go home.

Another night out and another great sexual experience. Alone in the laundry room, I stripped off the soiled clothing. His scent was all over the dress and my fur. I'm not too worried about this evening. With my husband out of town and my son at a party with friends, I had plenty of privacy.

I walked through the house naked except for a smile. My arousal is still high so I decided to take a shower and use my suction cup dildo to fuck myself.

A hand mirror in the bathroom showed puffy labia when I examined the aftermath of my outing. My flesh is a light coral pink, but after the abuse of the coyote's cock and knot, they're a ruddy rose color. I wonder what it would feel like to have him tie into my body. I grinned and decided to make that a goal for a future encounter. I've set calendar reminders to ensure I stay on birth control; I don't think the coyote is the condom-wearing type. Besides, I don't want anything get between me and my lover's cock and seed.

My husband came home from his trip two days later. My body had recovered and showed no signs of my illicit sexual encounter. We had sex to mark his return.

"Yeah," I murmured as my husband moved inside me. It's a nice change from the vigorous sexual style of my lover. We were doing it on all fours and I reach for my clit. "Give it to me, baby."

He was pent up from the trip and is moving too fast to make this a lasting experience. "Is it good for you?"

I was thinking of the coyote fucking me in the alley. As the saying goes, if you must ask, it's not that good. I nod and answered my husband. "Yeah, babe, it's perfect. You keep going just like that."

My husband proved again that he wasn't a marathon lover. He came before I masturbated to a climax.

"I needed that," he said with a huge sigh and pulled out of me. I did too but only one of us got what they wanted.

I reached for a tissue after rolling onto my side to hide the disappointment I felt at not getting off before him. "Rough trip?"

The bed moved with his shrug. "We had a few issues come up. The customer was two revisions back on their software and the controller had an intermittent fault. The tech support guys were real troupers though. They had to overnight a new controller and we got the software updated."

I rolled over and raised onto an elbow to kiss him. "You have all the fun."

He grinned. "How was your weekend?"

I lay back on the bed and the lie came easy. "Not as exciting as yours."

You might think I'd feel some guilt about cheating on a wonderful male like my husband but I didn't. I appreciated our marriage and family. Perhaps the thought of what I could lose if my slut tendencies became common knowledge made me realize that.

The dilemma remained; I needed to fulfill my slut cravings and my husband wasn't up to the task. The option I chose was to fulfill my sexual needs outside marriage.

I felt that an occasional fling was sufficient to manage my slut tendencies when they grew too strong to ignore. Once satisfied, I could lead the happy home life I'd grown accustomed to.