ou keep your hand scratching Walt’s ears to distract him while you open up your plain briefs. You slide into his lap, pressing yourself down against the bulge in his pants. This gets his attention through the haze of scratching-induced pleasure, the wolf grunting at the sudden weight in his lap. It’s just as well, since you need to stop scratching to get his pants open. His canine cock is already at half mast as it slips out, and your fingers brushing over his tip take care of the rest in short order. A distinctive scent hits your nose as soon as his cock emerges, a sort of honey-glazed meat scent that blends sweetness with masculine potency.

You turn around to face away from Walt and grasp his cock with a hand, guiding it to your waiting backdoor. You’re delighted to find he’s pre-lubed with some sort of light glazing, perhaps the source of his exceptional scent, and a soft coo slips from your lips as the pointed tip of his shaft slips readily into your pliant pucker. You let your weight do the work of carrying you down, your ass hungrily swallowing inch after inch of crimson cock. Finally you settle comfortably into Walt’s lap, his knot just the right size to press snugly against your tailhole but not quite push inside. Your asshole is now somewhat loose.

“Goooood boy.” you purr. “Order us a round, would you?”

Walt obeys, letting you soak in the thrill of sitting in public with a cock firmly wedged up your ass. The heady grin plastered on your face makes the waiter give you a curious look, but if he suspects what you’re doing he doesn’t say anything. You sip at your drink slowly, enjoying rhythmically clenching your ass around that big fat dog dick. You guide one of Walt’s hands down under the table so he can wrap his hand around your pre-dribbling, vulpine cock, stroking your dick while you ride his.

Now you start working your hips, finding a motion that’s subtle enough to avoid excessive attention... well, probably. It gets harder to care about being noticed as you bask in the glory of riding a cock out in public, your dick slapping against the underside of the table while leaking thick spurts of precum. Your ass is awash in pleasure, and combined with the heady thrill of exhibitionism you don’t need much stimulation at all to feel like you’ll cum at any moment.

You douse the underside of the table in cum as it gushes from your bestial shaft. You let out a loud, shuddering moan, no longer caring in the slightest if everyone watches you cum. Behind you you hear Walt let out a suppressed growl as he shoots his load, filling your ass with long, thick spurts of lupine spunk that serve as the perfect capstone to your own orgasm.

“Yesssss,” you purr, “give it to me. Good wolfie.”

Walt’s too focused on cumming and growling to respond. His knot swells between your buns, pressed firmly up against your ass without quite stretching it open.

You look around to see most of the patrons around you looking surprised, amused, aroused, or some combination of the three. Thankfully none seem interested in notifying the owners, and you don’t see anyone coming to throw you out. You give your audience an appreciative grin as you pull off Walt’s lap and slip your gear back on.

“Make sure you hide that.” you tease as you glance indicatively at Walt’s still-erect dick, before taking your leave with a thrilled sway in your step and your ass clenched to hold onto the cum inside you.