Never Judge a Book By It\'s Cover
Never Judge a book By it's Cover
This story is for my master the Fox. I hope he gets a rise out of it ^^
Frustrated and tired, the wolf decided she had enough of work and was going to go out and actually enjoy herself for once in her life. After turning off all the lights, the wolf ran her claws through her bedraggled mane smoothed down her smart yet sensible looking blouse and locked the classroom behind her. Looking around Miss Wolverine noticed that as usual she was the last member of staff to leave.
Berating herself soundly the wolf asked herself what on earth she was doing working until almost dark yet again and on a Friday evening no less. Dedication to work is one thing, but this self imposed life rivalling that of a nun was turning into a bit of a joke with her friends colleagues and family.
Driving home on auto-pilot, the wolf opened the door to her lonely sterile house and went to her phone to check the messages.
'Surprise, surprise!' She said to herself along with the answering machine.
'You have no messages'. Snarling, she savagely pulled her blouse off and threw it to the floor of her bathroom. Next, she deftly flicked the catch on her forward opening bra and it too dropped to the cold tiles and at last, her generously proportioned twin globes were free and unconfined. Absentmindedly, the wolf turned the water of the shower on to a temperature barely below too hot, then returned to undressing herself waiting for the water to heat up.
With a sigh, the wolf undid the top button of her skirt and let it slide gracefully to the floor. Looking down at her oh-so-practical underpants, the wolf sighed again and thought to herself,
'No wonder these hips don't get to see anyone's eyes but my own. My grandmother probably wears more exciting lingerie than I do!'. Heedless of the delicate fabric, the wolf yanked her pants off and kicked them through the bathroom door where they were met by her stockings and sensible, low-heeled teacher's shoes.
By this time, the water had reached the desired temperature, so the wolf pulled her scandalously long tail into the shower and began to slowly turn under the water with her eyes closed, lost to her thoughts and luxuriating under the feel of the needle like pressure of the water cascading down.
'One of these days' the wolf said to herself,
'I will get a larger showerhead - this one barely covers one ass cheek at a time!'
After a few untold minutes of losing herself to the sensation of the water's almost painful pressure, the wolf pumped a few handfuls of shower gel into her moist hands and began to lather her generous curves. Careful not to backrub her fur too roughly, the wolf took her time to make sure the rich creamy lather reached into every crevice and over each part of her body that had been confined under the restrictive clothing all day, paying particular attention to her luxurious tail to make sure all the tangles were all groomed out leaving it silky smooth.
Turning her back to the cascading water and feeling particularly unsettled, the wolf returned her ministrations to her generous breasts and began to feel a curious tingling sensation she hadn't allowed herself to feel for some time. Thinking of the last time she had felt another's hands on her body in an intimate manner, the wolf traced her fingers over her slowly darkening nipples and in a rough, circular motion.
'Well my dear,' she said to herself,
'That part of your anatomy still works, thank God. Let's see what effects I can manage from other woefully neglected parts of my body shall I?'.
Reaching down with her other hand, the wolf lightly touched between her legs and began to rub herself slowly whilst maintaining the rough, circular pressure on her increasingly sensitised nipples. Emboldened by the delicious sensations emanating from her secret depths, the wolf started to rub her rapidly swelling clit as her legs began to spread slowly but surely, apart. With ever increasing speed and pressure, the wolf explored her aching cleft, which lead to panting and even some soft moans. Totally lost to the sensations of her body that had long lain dormant, the wolf was quick to reach a small, but identifiable shuddering climax.
With a small skip to her step, the wolf finished the interrupted cleaning of her body and tried to plan an outfit that would be totally removed from her ever present practical type blouse buttoned up almost to the throat, straight A-Line skirt, beige stockings and sensible shoes. Stepping out of the shower in a slight daze, the wolf reached for her towel, only to discover she had forgotten to take one out of her linen closet.
With water slowly dripping down her body, the wolf trotted to the closet, unaware she hadn't quite closed the curtains of her front window. Mouth dry, the fox who was just casually passing by to get to his own home situated nearby, was transfixed by the sight that was before him. Shaking his head, the fox didn't know whether to believe his own eyes. Surely that wasn't Miss Straightlaced, quiet-as-a-mouse neighbour, Miss Wolverine, passing by her front window without a stitch of clothing! With water running in rivulets down her body no less!
Come to think of it though, the fox thought to himself in surprise, that wasn't a bad body I saw at all was it? Who would have thought that under the no-nonsense skirt and boring blouse would be a body a stripper would envy? Salivating slightly, the fox began to imagine what it would be like to feel those ripe rosebud nipples between his fingers, or what it would taste like to lick those drips of water he could still vividly remember streaming down that body? Shaking his head and laughing slightly to himself, the fox tried convincing himself that it was just his overactive imagination at work.. Besides, Miss Goody-2-Shoes didn't look the type to leave the library, let alone allow another to do even half the things he was fantasizing about. Within minutes, the fox had let himself into his own front door to get ready for work, still half convinced that he was just reacting to hormones and nothing else and no good was to come of such thoughts.
Meanwhile, the wolf dried herself off carefully, ensuring no errant tangles ended up in her tail or mane and began a mental rundown of her closet's contents. With force of habit, the wolf reached for her comfortable and practical underwear then after realising what she did the wolf growled softly under her breath and pushed her everyday underwear aside and reached for her long forgotten stash of barely there, lacy lingerie.Feeling particularly sultry, the wolf chose her skimpiest black V-string and matching cleavage enhancing bra that barely covered her lush rosebud nipples and as an afterthought, also took out the garter belt to complete the set. Smiling softly to herself, the wolf found an unopened pack of sheer black stockings to complete the overall effect.
Giggling to herself, the wolf carefully slid the stockings on first, leg by leg and after a few minutes, she was ready to choose the evening wear best suited to her slightly more adult attitude. After picking a tight corseted minidress that barely covered the tops of the stockings and eye wateringly high stilettos, the wolf finished her look with carefully applied makeup and as a total removal from her usual look, the wolf decided to leave her mane brushed out loose and shining to match her long silky tail. After one last look in the mirror, the wolf was satisfied with her appearance and began to decide where she would actually spend the evening. After all, she didn't want to accidentally to run into her work colleagues dressed as she was, nor would it be particularly pleasant if she came across any of her students' parents!
Pulling out the street Directory, the wolf decided to leave her destination up to choice so she closed her eyes, twirled her finger slowly above the page, then let it fall. Looking down, she saw the name of a recently opened club where she had heard barely nothing about but from the little she knew, it wasn't the sort of place where she would be likely to run into anyone she knew. Purring softly to herself, the wolf then rang for a taxi and waited for it to arrive and whisk her off to her chosen destination.
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When the wolf walked into the club, she was not prepared for the discreet opulence of her surroundings. Looking around, she was pleasantly surprised to see tasteful decorating, subdued lighting and none of the glaring techno she was half preparing her ears to be assaulted with. Instead, soft, sensual music seemed to ooze from the floors and fittings, leaving her to marvel at the inclusion of such a clearly expensive sound system.
'Well, well, wel!', Miss Wolverine said to herself.
'The outside did not give even a hint of what was to come inside did it?' Nodding politely to the doormen and smiling secretly to herself, the wolf made her way through the small groups of well dressed creatures like herself, to the spotless and well staffed bar.
Within seconds, she had a tall glass of champagne in her hands and an attentive staff member waiting to show her to a suitable seat. Taking a sip of the sparkling beverage, she wasn't too surprised by this time to find that her glass was not filled with cheap screw bottle champagne, but with a delicate and crisp tasting sparkling wine that she was half expecting to be Moet at the very least. Impressed, the bemused wolf made her way to her booth where she slipped into her decadently soft and rich creamy leather seat and half closed her eyes ready to relax and enjoy herself for once.
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Sweating lightly, the fox came up from the cellar with another case of alcohol and discreetly began replenishing the wines and spirits as the boss was insistent that every brand of top shelf spirits and every wine label they stocked were to be kept at a constant state of readiness in case a large order was required for a private party or if a group wished to take some roadies home with them without the bother of waiting minutes for their precious supplies.Snorting, the fox thought to himself, same bar attitude found in any dingy place where alcohol was served - just a different brand of take-aways and the patrons were just a little better dressed.
Rule number 2 was to always make sure the customers never had to wait for their next drink so there was a veritable small army of staff constantly monitoring tables to make sure that noone was left feeling unimportant or neglected. Shrugging at the pain in the ass mentality of the boss (and incidentally a few of the clientele), the lithe fox straightened and counted to make sure all was in order whilst absentmindedly knuckling the slight kink out of his back. That last load was heavy man, and it would have to be right at the top of the pallets down in the cellar too!
A slight movement in the corner booth caught the fox's eye. To his great astonishment, he swore he saw his mousy looking neighbour from earlier, but what on earth was she doing here? Curious and half disbelieving, the fox checked the roster to see who was monitoring the wolf's table and decided to swap duties with the lucky waiter. Winking and whistling softly, the previous waiter was quick to point out he wasn't surprised as the fox's preference for classy wolves was well known.. and boy was this wolf a knockout!
When he noticed the wolf's drink was 3/4 finished, the fox made his way to the fox's table to pour her next drink and to see for himself if it really was his neighbour, or whether his hormones were still affecting him and he was seeing what he wanted to see. Mesmerised, the fox watched as the wolf took the last sip from her champagne flute and almost choked when she darted her small pink tongue out and licked the last drop from the side of the glass quickly. Before the wolf could lean over to the bucket of ice where the remainder of the bottle was chilling to refill her own glass, the fox quickly and deftly, replenished the wolf's drink almost to the top and prepared to withdraw to a discreet distance
Letting out a small gasp of surprise, the wolf looked up and saw who could only be her neighbour, returning the champagne to it's bucket of ice to maintain the crisp taste and temperature it needed to remain fresh. Eyes darting a little in panic, the wolf was indecisive. Did he not remember her or was she going to have to give up her desire for one little night of forgetting the constant demands of reluctant students, the judging of dissatisfied Principals or the disapproving eyes of the little office workers who treated the front desk like their own private little kingdoms? Strangely enough, it was the thought that he might not know who she was that caused her more discomfort.
The fox's eyes widened slightly as his disbelieving eyes that confirmed his hormone driven fantasies of his normally sedately dressed school-marm of a neighbour from earlier. The wolf's sudden tenseness and the way her heart began to noticeably beat faster in her chest, with the artery in her neck beating furiously, the fox was transfixed. The plunging cleavage of her dress was already wreaking havoc with his self control - the wolf's elevated heart rate and fast breathing were threatening to spill those luscious, ripe globes right there at the table! With his low voice husky and rough, the fox pretended he had no knowledge of the wolf's identity and he reassured the wolf that she was free to enjoy herself and asked if madam wanted anything else before he left to see to the needs of other clients?
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Returning Returning quickly to the bar area, the fox gruffly asked another waiter to monitor the wolf's table and told everyone he was going to get another case of Curvoisseur from the cellar to make sure there were enough to last the night. Treading lightly but with speed, the fox raced down to the cellar and at last let his fantasies run riot in the privacy of the cool, dark cellar. Groaning, the fox wondered what it would be like to run his claws through the wolf's lustrous long mane, or what it would feel like to grasp that silky long tail. Adding special bondage equipment to his musings took an even shorter time as the wolf's outfit was perfect for what he had in mind. Panting slightly, the fox's body shuddered thinking what it would be like to have her at his mercy, under his complete control, available to fulfill his every fantasy. Now he had the perfect leverage as well.
Grinning ferally to himself, the fox checked his appearance to make sure his usual self control was firmly back in place (or it at least appeared to be), not realising he was reinforcing his commanding presence that had attracted the wolf's attention in the first place. Whistling slightly and taking 2 steps at a time, the fox returned to the bar area and continued his discreet monitoring of the wolf's table. Dancing constant attendance on the wolf's table, the fox could see the effect his apparent disinterest and professional manner were having on the by this time, thoroughly discomfited wolf, and was immensely pleased.
When the wolf indicated she was ready to leave, the fox had already finished his shift and was waiting for the opportunity to confront the object that had tormented his fantasies all night. In an attempt to make himself indispensable, the fox had already canceled the wolf's taxi and waited until she showed signs of impatience before he made his next move. Stepping quietly from the club's door, the fox walked up behind the wolf and pressed himself up against her delectable backside whilst placing his hand over her mouth to ensure not a sound escaped and licked the nape of her neck. Panting, the fox pressed himself firmly into her silky tail shaft.
Restraining her movements to the point where she could wrench herself free if she really wanted to but was unable to cry out, the fox turned the wolf's face so she could confirm just who was restricting her movements in such a commanding manner. Eyes glittering, the wolf, who was by this time incapable of speech, was panting so hard that one of her breasts escaped from the confines of her barely adequate dress. With a smile turning up the corner of his mouth, the fox carefully removed his hand from the wolf's mouth and returned her heaving breast to it's original and confining place and finally felt for himself what it was like to roll one of those rosebuds between his questing fingers. Groaning softly, the fox also allowed the wolf to pull her dress down to a more publically appropriate length (though that was highly debatable to start with) and asked the wolf if she needed a lift home. After all, he reasoned, they were both going to almost the exact same location so it just made perfect sense now didn't it?
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Almost in a daze the wolf followed the fox to his bright red Nissan and as he helped her into the car, the fox accidentally brushed his arm across the wolf's by now sensitised nipples and was pleased to discover them both slightly engorged and as delectable as he remembers.
'Oh yeh!', the lithe fox thinks to himself.
'By the end of this night I will have a new pet to add to my collection'. Throughout what seemed to be an extremely long drive home, the fox was tormented by the sight of shapely thighs exposed by the wolf's already obscenely short dress, the lacy silk of the wolf's stockings and the hint of what could only be a garter belt - one of his most favoured items of lingerie guaranteed to make him lose control. The wolf couldn't help but notice his reactions and couldn't stop the sensual smile from lifting the corner of her mouth as she planned how best to use the situation to her advantage.
Shifting slightly to ensure even more of her creamy thigh fur was exposed the wolf lightly ran her polished claw across her ample chest in a movement designed to distract the already reactive fox. Growling softly under his breath and applying more pressure to the gas pedal, the fox was eager to reach his destination so he could exact his revenge on the wanton wolf's lush body. Smile firmly in place, the wolf used the same claw to trace a path across her delicate collar bones, down the cleft of her ripe mounds already threatening to spill out of her bodice and slowly traced her claw back up to her moist mouth. Mouth dry, the fox had to use what little self control he had remaining to keep the car on the legal side of the road instead of drifting off into fantasies of what he would like to be ramming into that warm moist orifice where her finger was being sucked and licked in such a shameless manner.
Within minutes, the fox had arrived at his destination. He wrenched the handbrake on, turned to the wolf and eyes glittering, reached over and pulled the wolf's heaving mounds out of the dress and began squeezing them almost to the point of pain. Gasping in a curious mix of pain and pleasure the wolf attempted to evade the fox's masterful hands but was pulled up short by the door handle which was digging into the small of her back right where the tail joined. Tongue hanging out the side of his mouth, the fox let out a slight growl as the sight of her scantily clad sex was exposed by her attempts at evading the fox's strong hands.
'Oh shit!', the wolf said to herself.
'What have I awakened?'. The fox noticed with pleasure the slight widening of the wolf's eyes and the quickening of her pulse as she came to the conclusion that teasing this beast probably wasn't exactly the smartest move she could have made. With one hand still grasped tightly around one of her lush breasts and continuing to roll the rose bud nipple between his fingers, the fox grabbed the wolfs mane behind her head and forced her face into the bulging crotch of his erection that was straining to be released from the confines of it's material prison. Panting, the fox ordered the wolf in a hoarse voice to undo his belt and pants so his aching member would be free to teach her a lesson she would not quickly forget.
With trembling fingers, the wolf did as she was ordered. Within seconds, his heavily engorged member sprung free from is restraints where the fox could enjoy the effect seeing such a huge specimen would have on the trapped wolf. Eyes widening in shock, the wolf was mesmerised by the sight of the huge, thick cock only inches from her disbelieving eyes. Before the wolf could do more than whimper, the fox again grabbed the wolf by the nape of her neck and pushed her hot, moist mouth onto his aching shaft and began slowly rotatating his hips so more of his cock could reach into her mouth and down her throat. Almost gagging, the wolf was forced to swallow the fox's member whilst he proceeded to run his hands around the base of the wolf's quivering tail and roughly rubbed her rapidly swelling clit. Once the fox felt the first rush of the wolf's pussy juices against his questing fingers, he knew she was primed for the next step in training his still wild and unpredictable pet-to-be.
Before she knew what had happened, the fox pulled her mouth off his shaft and looked into her glazed eyes. With just a raised eyebrow, he asked her if she was willing to follow him into his domain. Nodding bemusedly, the wolf gave her consent and attempted to put her still heaving breasts back into her dress but was stopped before she could do more than reach for herself. The fox shook his head and pointed to what she thought was the door of his garage leading to the rest of his house, all the while moving his hand up and down his own engorged shaft. Startled, the wolf opened the door leaving her twin mounds exposed to his ferocious gaze and proceed to the slightly ajar garage door but when she got to the front of the car, she was roughly pushed onto the bonnet face first onto her stomach where the sharp cool metal instantly seeped into her already sensitised nipples.and made her arch her stomach away from the unaccustomed coolness of the metal where she inadvertently pushed her ass and tail into the waiting fox's exposed crotch
Laughing softly, the fox pushed the wolf's stomach back onto the bonnet of the car and grabbed both her hands and held them behind her back and used her own mane to lightly bind them, freeing both his hands to continue their devastating mission. Roughly pulling the wolf's dress above her hips the fox's eyes devoured the her scantily clad ass and with deft fingers, began lightly running a sharp claw over the exposed ass cheeks, into the cleft and towards the wolf's clit, just stopping short of the actual spot. After a few minutes of this exquisite torture the wolf was panting and the fox could see the juices of her pussy seeping through the barely there panties and was threatening to drip down her leg. He then grabbed her left leg and holding it under the knee pushed it up on the bonnet of the car so her whole inner depths were exposed and waiting to be filled.
With one rough yank, the wolf's panties were torn off her aching pussy and without stopping, the fox howled his triumph as he impaled the wolf on his humongous, throbbing cock. Breathless from the effects of the fox's masterful torture, the wolf was unprepared for the swiftness of the fox's impalement and screamed aloud. The fox was gratified to discover that the wolf's pussy was so tight and hot as it confirmed his suspicions that it had been a while between 'rides' for the delectable creature currently panting and gasping and writhing on his car bonnet. Grasping the wolf firmly by the tail, the fox pumped his enormous shaft deeper into the wolf in an effort to encourage it to widen enough to allow his full length into as it was so tight, it was threatening to push him out with every stroke. It might take a few 'lessons', but in the end she would stretch to fit him all in.
'Je-sus!' The panting and writhing wolf thought to herself,
'He's even bigger than I imagined! I can't possibly take anymore, but it feels so damn good!' Feeling herself building up to what would be an earth shattering climax, the wolf was totally lost to the moment as the fox pumped harder and faster into her hot, slippery pussy, her juices already running down her leg. Grunting deep in the base of his throat, the fox forced himself deeper into the wolf's tight inner depths by using the bumper bar of the car as leverage. Within seconds, the wolf was screaming aloud as a huge rush of sensations cascading down her body as she came in a continuous rush, tears streaming down her face. Upon feeling the wolf's ultra-tight muscles spasming on his deeply buried cock, the fox bore down into the wolf's mane and pumped even harder as his hot searing seed was pumped deep into her throbbing pussy.
As soon as the fox could feel his raging hardon starting to subside, his wits returned and he planned what he would need to do next to establish his dominance and control over the his new pet. After discovering for himself just how damn amazing it felt to fill that achingly tight pussy, the fox knew he couldn't let her get away for some other dumb schmuck to claim. He had many plans for the vessel who he had so very recently pumped his thick hot seed into. Leaving the wolf with legs trembling on the car bonnet, still exposing her pussy to the elements, the fox pushed his still partly engorged cock covered in a mixture of the wolf's sweet pussy juices and his own jism into his trousers, and grabbed for his stash of dominance gear. Grinning, the fox turned the wolf onto her back and placed a wide collar around the wolf's neck with the leash attached and pulled her roughly to her feet. Cheeks reddening in humiliation the wolf could feel the fox's cum dripping down the inside of her thighs, but with the collar around her neck and her hands still bound in her mane behind her back, the wolf had no choice but to look deep into the fox's eyes.
Eyes deep and unreadable, the fox stood up straight and forced the wolf to look even further up. Smiling, the fox uttered those fateful words that firmly established the relationship that started in a quiet dark carpark only a short time ago,
'You may call me Master, Pet. From this point forward, you are mine alone to do with as I wish. You are to be at my beck and call'. Grabbing his own cock and testes in his hands, the fox jiggled them slightly and continued his instructions.
'This is for you alone. When I want it sucked, you will get on your knees and swallow me. When I want it licked you will not hesitate to run your tongue up my shaft'. Next, he pressed his fingers deep into the wolf's pussy and stated firmly,
'Your cunt has been claimed by my seed. It is mine alone. Any time I want.. So any time I demand it, you must spread those legs to me and me alone'. Last of all the fox roughly grasped the wolf's lush, rosebud nipples in his fingers and squeezed to the point of pain, then gently cupped them in his expert hands and traced a path across her mounds.
'These are for my eyes only. When I want to lick them, you will pull them out to me or I will tear your undergarments from you myself.. When I want to feel your nipples in my mouth, you will shove them in my face on command. Any time, any place. All of it is mine and mine alone. Am I making myself clear Pet?'