Hit The Road Jack (Allie at work, from Tally Road novel)
(yes, the guy is what he seems- the rest of the story is in the book)
He was gonna be one of the show-offy ones. Word had got out, apparently. He'd agreed to double scale without even blinking, and there was a presence about him that said he fancied himself quite the lover.
There was also that peculiar self-absorption, the hunger and coldness that said- you are an instrument, to be played for the pleasing of my ego, and I rise to the challenge. I expect unusual satisfactions for my unusual skills.
He was already rising to the challenge, peeking scarlet out of his blonde-furred sheath. He had no words for her, but sly, knowing glances in abundance. And she had few words for him, but she brushed the back of a paw against fuzzy balls and that sheath, with a look that was partly haughty and partly a secret, shared amusement. Somehow, word had got out about the way she was, and they were drawn as if by magic pheromones, already knowing her secret.
Allie nestled against the blonde-furred guy with a lithe wriggle, as if she were one of the feline Nerre, allowing him to draw her nearer, wordlessly. Some of them talked. Sometimes she talked... up to a point. It was what happened after that point that seemed to draw more and more of them to her.
He was a handsome enough wolf, apart from that funny coldness- he apparently worked out, for his body was rather flashy. Flashier than his dick was- it didn't look like it was going to be one of the fat boys, but Allie was a little worn out this late at night, and wasn't honestly hoping for a sensory assault. She hoped she could get him off without ending up too sore.
Some of them had apparently heard that she'd been taken to the heights of ecstacy by a big Nerre, and this blonde fellow had such a 'I know the secret to you' attitude that he might well have been told this. It might prove a nice end to the workday if he had, because when the wolves tried to make love like Nerre, they didn't often get it exactly right but they almost always made a point of not pounding her pussy like a Resten street urchin on his first bitch...
Allie experimented a bit- talking with touch and motion, and going wordless and soundless earlier than she might have done, to see if the fellow picked up on it. She nuzzled against him, rubbing her paw down his taut abdomen to tug his sheath downwards a bit more, drew apart from him in a sensuous twirl that showed off the striking two-tone patterning of her wolfish rump and tail, glanced back at him with her chin raised, mouth ostentatiously closed and a coy half-lidded appraising glance, and flowed back against him, her trim belly pressing his swelling erection against his own.
He didn't speak, but he was smiling, with his mouth firmly shut as well. Yes- this one knew.
Allie delayed no longer. With a paw around by the fellow's back, she coaxed them over to one of the room's little amenities. In fact, it wasn't a reassuring amenity- there were shackles on it, and spikes, and it was upholstered in shiny black vinyl with a few rips in it.
But it was also a sort of shelf or seat, and Allie knew it would place her at just the right height to proceed. She wouldn't need the shackles and devices. What she had was on another level- for those who craved it.
She hopped up gracefully, perching on the little shelf. Sometimes they really seemed to like that, it was just unusual enough to make them feel like they were stealing illicit sweetness, perhaps imagining she was sitting on the edge of a kitchen counter- or a principal's desk? Allie dismissed the thought- she really didn't think she needed or wanted to know the details. It was enough to know that for some of the guys, it worked.
Sometimes they dropped to their knees, got into a big licking thing- which on the one hand was arousing, but on the other, she cringed a little at it. Not because it felt bad, but because so often the guy would be licking into her pussy for all he was worth, while looking up at her in naughty expectancy, and the idea that she was expected to react tended to ruin it for her. She didn't like those ones, and couldn't wait until they moved on to intercourse.
The funny thing was, it didn't seem to matter a bit if she cringed. She could bite her lip, make unhappy faces, whatever, and they'd only get more erect, and eventually move on to the next stage. Once she'd said 'come on!' eventually, and that had worked. She was damned if they were going to get a peep out of her with that stuff.
This fellow didn't seem to need to make her cringe- again, it was like they were comparing notes. He was smiling, and bent his knees a bit to do something more pleasing- took his fairly stiff wolfish erection in paw, and began wiping it against her vulva. Now that was foreplay worth coming to work for...
Allie wriggled, spreading her legs more, tilting her hips back a bit until the fellow had the best possible angle, and she shut her eyes, biting her lip very gently and breathing through her nose as she gave herself over to the sensation. Quicker arousal meant slipperier entry, more comfortable motion, a slickened path to her eventual peak- and they did so seem to love that peak, it was amazing how hungry they were for it. It puzzled Allie a little, but she wasn't complaining, not one bit.
The solid, eager presence of the wolf's cock tip kept stroking against her, as her vulva swelled in arousal and grew slicker, as the cock tip began parting her labia and tucking between her melting folds, and then the fellow's breathing, so near, paused for a moment.
"Shall I?" he said.
Allie didn't speak, but she grinned a wicked grin, and simply nodded.
He hesitated, but it seemed as much for his own anticipation as hers. Shifted, getting his paws braced, the end of his cock tucking into her... as he did, it prodded for a moment and drew back, a pleasingly solid feeling alerting her body to new developments, briefly delayed.
Allie glanced at him, in case something was wrong, but he was only looking her up and down- from her two-toned rump, up past where his cock wedged lovingly into the arch of her vulva, up her white-furred belly to where the two-tone pattern cut across her firm fluffy breasts- he seemed, one could only say, artistically inspired by it all.
Satisfied by all he surveyed, he let his eyes close, and his hips shifted firmly up and forward- and his decent medium-sized wolf cock thrust unhurriedly into Allie.
Allie didn't cry out, because Allie never cried out if she could help it. This was the word that was getting around- or some variation of it- and perhaps it was curiosity, or perhaps something else, that drew these guys to see and feel for themselves, but the two-tone girl was as advertised- the only sound was the gentle wet noise of wolf cock penetrating her.
Then, an even fainter rustle- as Allie caressed, and gripped, the guy's arm. And another wet noise- nobody had ever said the two-tone girl wasn't enthusiastic. She'd wriggled her hips lewdly- and clutched at him- and some more soft rustles as she stroked his body, and languidly wrapped her legs around him.
There was still no sound but breathing, as the blonde-furred guy wrapped his powerful arms around her in turn. Possibly the faintest of wet or rushing sounds, as his penis responded to its eager surroundings by swelling harder- but mostly, that eerie silence, a silence which did not come only from Allie.
The wolf with her had laid his head over her shoulder, his ear right at her muzzle, and held her in that position- listening to her breathing raptly- as he began, as if in a trance, to move.
It wasn't much- faint wet noises broke the silence as his hips shifted that solid wolfcock out, in, out, in, just a tiny amount, a cozy rocking motion. Allie's paw stroked the blonde fur of his muscular back. If this was his version of Nerre lovemaking, she was good with it. On the one hand, the fellow was such a hunk, yet on the other, he was so comfortable to fuck, and the motions were dreamy.
The wet noises were joined by the hint of a gasp, by the blonde wolf's ear.
He pretended not to notice, as Allie stubbornly fell silent again, and she rewarded this with more caresses all down his back, and some squirming and squeezing that had him erf between his teeth in pleasure- and the faint wet noises changed slightly, sounding tighter, showing that the blonde guy was becoming as hard as could be, and his knot was beginning to expand.
He drew back a little, but only because he needed to fondle Allie's breasts... he took a minute to caress the insides of her thighs, and stroked her belly lovingly just over where he still worked his erect cock in her... and with that, he resumed, and now he was serious.
Muscular arms enfolded her again, lifting her against him, and now his pace was no different but he tugged powerfully against the tie of the knot, and thrust into her with a fluid force, grinding his belly against hers, all the while making no sound. The wet noises tightened still more as Allie allowed herself to tie more firmly, knowing he wasn't too large to get away from, and she nuzzled drunkenly against the side of his head, giving in to the feeling.
His embrace was so powerful, and yet so un-rough. She wrapped her arms and legs around the blonde wolf's muscular body and just clung to him, feeling his body working, feeling it shift that nice solid cock within her as she clung to that too...
By his ear, the wet sounds were joined by a faint squeak, as Allie's breath started to come in urgent pants and gasps.
The blonde wolf seemed unaware of anything but the languid rhythm of his body's motion, surging like ocean waves that flowed through Allie's smaller, trimmer frame, both pressing her body fully against his, and tugging and thrusting that wolf-cock within her against the solid anchoring of his arms.
He felt the trembling start, and exulted, without revealing it- his eyes were shut, his full attention on touch and sound.
By his ear, the sounds of Allie's wet pussy were joined by the hint of a whine, quickly suppressed.
The big wolf guy grinned to himself- perfect.
The rhythms of his body did not shift or alter, but somehow they became even more insistent. Allie was stroking him feverishly now, her legs clinging to him, her lupine hips squirming unabashedly, and her breathing was fierce as the nice solid wolf-cock worked slowly and ruthlessly within her. She was tying onto it tighter and tighter, making it hard to hold out any longer.
Perfect, thought the blonde wolf, and he gritted his teeth, his erection becoming achingly stiff, and continued his motion with grim determination, silently set on his prize.
Allie stood twenty seconds of this, and by the end of it she was writhing against his blonde fur, her body trembling, her ears laid back- and then, all at once, she jolted, and jolted again- the long slow build leading her to a climax that rocked her mercilessly.
And as Allie's body shook and convulsed in the tight grip of the blonde wolf, something happened that kicked him into violent, hunching, spurting orgasm.
By his ear, the two-toned girl could not force herself to be completely silent- and for second after second, she gave voice to piteous whimpers, rocked and wavered by the force of her orgasms.
As he came in her and bucked against her, she mastered her voice again and simply clung to him, shuddering silently- and as his body settled, she gave vent to a burst of passion and clung madly at him, stroking frantically and writhing against him so fiercely that his subsiding orgasm gave a surge and fired up some more.
Silence returned.
The blonde wolf stared at nothing, as Allie gradually subsided herself, petted him more gently, embraced him in the afterglow.
Perfect. As if... well, best just to think of it as perfect.
Best of both worlds, even.
Allie thought she might just turn in for the evening. It was crazy how busy she'd been, for a first night, and she was still nervous and depending on Jennis's advice. The other girls weren't talking to her, but as far as Allie could tell, that was no loss...
She spoke to the blonde guy, trying to remember if she'd got his name and forgotten it. "You good? Hm? Hon?"
He yawned, exposing gleaming and well-kept teeth. "Oh yeah. Here, I'll get out of your way. That was... special."
"They keep... nh! saying that," said Allie, as the blonde guy tugged his dwindling knot out of her with a polite squelch.
"Well, they're right." said the blonde wolf. "It's... not easy to explain. Just don't ever change, okay? I feel so lucky to have found you. Um, out of curiosity... you do... seem to like it, don't you? It's a bit... mixed messages."
Allie thought about this. "Yeah- for the most part, yeah, I do. It could be not so good but somehow, guys like you, you're able to let me kinda have it my way. I didn't know it was going to be like that. I expected worse."
"So that's your way, is it?"
"Call it reserved." said Allie. "I thought I'd have to ham it up. It's like... this is a funny way to earn a living, isn't it?"
The blonde wolf, half-dressed, padded over and lifted Allie's chin with a gentle finger, gazing into her eyes. "It is your way. I'll be damned."
"What?" said Allie, pulling away.
He laughed. "Well, you know, plenty of people figure I'll be damned anyhow, don't be shocked. Maybe you're a nice counterbalance. Allie, right? You're Allie. Allie, the silent one."
"Yeah, that's me. Who are you? Is this your way of saying you're coming back again?"
"I'm Wern. You wouldn't have heard of me... not lately. Are you new to this part of Verss? Like, in the last ten years?"
"I'm new to Verss period." said Allie. "...you figure I would have heard of you ten years ago?"
The blonde wolf winced a bit, and his gaze was suddenly a lot older and wearier. "Perhaps not. And yes- I would like to come back to you, as much as I possibly can. That OK? I didn't leave you too sore?" He seemed to be artificially flippant, suddenly.
"Nah, you're not too big." said Allie, and gulped in horror as she realized what she'd said. "I mean- um, it was wonderful and the way you moved, delicious, and..."
Wern silenced her by leaning in and kissing her soundly, and his eyes were fascinatingly alive- dancing with amusement, and yet some dreadful sadness at the same time- but the grin was back, deliciously wicked.
"I'm glad I'm not too big." he said. "I like it that way."
Allie blinked. "You do?"
"In fact- you help me to like it that way."
"Um, okay!" said Allie, now seriously confused. "That sounds good at least! I think I'm done for the night. Why not end on a really nice guy, right?"
Wern didn't respond to this immediately. He was looking away, as Allie got up and headed towards the door with him. Then, unexpectedly, he hugged her, real tight.
"Yeah... right." said Wern. "Thank you..."