Rick sat and flicked his magazine in the dull light of the cabins single dirty bulb. Shifting in the tatty chair he contemplated the busty raccoon woman on the page. 

"Raccel, 23, lives in Miami (FL) and works as a personal shopper. She loves to surf, party and collects old copies of Vogue." 

He read aloud to himself. He was slowly working his way though the stack of magazines the other gate guards had left in the small cabin. This was the third of the night, having already finished his copy of Truck Nuts and a tedious copy of Big Bore ("The Gun Magazine For MEN!") left behind by one of his daytime colleagues. 

Clicking though the CCTV feeds around the lot he saw nothing new, even out the windows there was nothing. Nothing but the vast expanse of flat empty scrub out to the horizon. 

The company had put down a site here as it was convenient for a few cities around the state, and near to a highway that crossed the country. 

Not to mention is was cheep - building a huge parking lot and mid-sized warehouse in the middle of the scrub cost much the same as a plot for a house in a nice part of the nearest city.


Flipping to the next page the coyote loosened his belt slightly and sunk low in his chair, massaging his sandy sheath though his trousers. 

Loosing track of time he found himself back on a double spread of a wolf woman, slightly soft around the middle with large breasts and big areolae. 

"Samantha, 34, was born in abroad before joining the armed forces where she met her now husband (an army colonel). She emigrated to live with her husband and four kids here. Considered a MILF by many (including myself Ed.) She works part time as an underwear and nude model. She likes to read and use tech in her spare time" 

He had to agree she was a MILF.

Slowly massaging his cock, after all why rush? He wasn't expecting anything until handover to the day shift, no-one ever came so late (or was it now early?). 

Huffing softly he was lost in fantasy when his cabin was suddenly awash was light of an approaching truck.
Launching out of his seat he hit the floor hard as he fumbled to stuff his seven inch erection into his trousers. 

Panicking slightly he managed to pop up and stand in the booths window, pressing against the table to hide his hard on. 
The truck rolled to a halt with the distinct flat "wuphr wuphr" of a blown tire. 

Shit. 

Flipping over his sheets of trucks expected he couldn't see anything matching this one, until he reached a page for the day shift. 

Bastards on duty hadn't bothered to tell him a truck was late with no current ETA as it expected to stop early at some other site. 

Checking the black and yellow handset of the mobile for the night shift it showed full bars (the company had erected a full service mast as a compromise with the locals and at the behest of the emergency services, giving the site the best service outside of the cities). No messages. 

Trying to look nonchalant and like he'd not just been caught jerking off and was still hard he did his best "I don't give a damn, I'll open the gate, point to the toilet, then fuck off" he could muster. 

"Ah've bin calling fur the last hour or two!" A distinctly feminine voice called, followed by a decidedly feminine ass and legs as the driver hopped down from the cab. 

In fact, everything about the body was feminine, from the curve of the hips in hard wearing work trousers, the soft stomach and large breasts pulling at the plaid shirt. 

And for all that, she looked just like the wolfess in the dirty magazine.

The tall wolf lady turned on her heel and immediately softened at the site of the younger coyote who looked like he's just been caught in the headlights (even if he almost literally just had been). 

"Ah'm sorry honey, didn't mean 't' take yur head off. Be'n ah ruff'un. Picked up uh couple 'strays tryna leave the state ta find somewhere more accepting, bless'em near broke ma heart. No cash or grass so they offered me some ass but, ah may miss ma husband somethin' awful in that way, but ain't takin’ advantage o’a couple runaways, still got some pride left." Hitching her trousers up and rolling her muscular shoulders she nodded down her rig. 

"Then as y'can see got a pile o' flats and blow outs. Some damn pickup shed it's load'uh tools 'n' crap all over the road. Lucky I could keep rollin' and for the traffic - ah dunno wut happened but weren't going nowhere" 

Catching a proper look at the still stiff and awkward 'yote she stopped. 

"Sorry ahm blathering at you. Here's the papers." 
She passed over the neatest folder of paperwork for a rig he'd ever seen. 

"Oh, uh, yeah, thank you. Sorry. Day shift didn't tell me you where delayed. What number did you call?" 

"This un?" She held out her very modern smartphone (in a protective case thicker than the sleek black slab was) showing the number. 

"Ah, that's the office number. It should redirect to me but they don't always turn that on. Here, this is the night number. He held out the contact card and watched as she flicked to add it to her contacts. 

"You look like you got a stick up you kid" she eyed him, then saw the magazine open on the desk, showing the busty wolfess.

She chuckled lowly

"Ah see, it's not up yah, but YOUR stick is up" 

The coyote blushed deeply and yanked at the front of his high-vis as if tying to hide his hard-on. 

"Oh come now, ah showed mine." She motioned over at the magazine "only fair you show yours. Make up yur mind as ah park up. Ah’ll be over by the fence, bay whun-oh-four-oh" 
With that she pulled herself back up to the cab, jeans pulling tight around her muscled but ample ass.

Frozen to the spot he only just managed to move enough to press the gate open button, causing the wire link gates to rattle and roll aside to let the truck though. 

The huge vehicle rumbled passed, blown and flat tyres flapping as it did so. 

True to her word she pulled up in bay 1040, not too far from him but enough to give him space. 

Looking at the picture in the magazine of the MILF wolf presenting herself to the viewer, he considered her offer. 

Looking at the road, then CCTV monitor, then around the yard he thought long and hard (well, seven inches long). 

Who was he kidding, he'd not got his dick wet in months. 

The job paid well mostly due to the inconvenience of living in the ass end of nowhere and having to work at night. 

But due to those reasons meeting someone, especially in a small town, wasn't exactly helping his sex life. 

Even if that wasn't her, the woman he'd met was really hot. He had to admit, he has a thing for older women, especially MILFs. 

So, shutting the gate and pocketing the phone, he crossed the empty yard, only a few trailers resting idle in the marshalling area and bays waiting for morning loads stood silent. 

This far from civilization the starts where bright and the full moon gave enough light to see by when away from the large floodlights around the entrance and warehouse itself. 

Reaching the truck he took it in for the first time. 

It was well kept, painted in almost corporate livery, if he didn't know the driver had come long distance he'd have thought they where a day driver running short deliveries to local sites, not having to sleep in the compartment at the back. 

Rounding the dusty bull-nose he found the wolfess at work in a tool chest, hauling out a large jack to help change the blown wheel, a portable electric wrench sat atop the mud guard. 
Her own high-vis reflecting softly in the star-light. 

"Hay, err, lone worker rules say I can't let you do that without checking in, and the cameras can't see you here. Union rules." He lied. Vaguely. He had no honest idea if it was or not, he'd not really paid attention during orientation when he found out that he was just there to call the emergency services if needed and check in any late arrivals on the odd occasion. 

"Mighty kind that." She started to work the long shaft of the jack, strong muscles showing under the soft outer. He couldn't tell for certain but it looked almost like she had undone a button or two and was deliberately squashing her large breasts together. 

Ogling her he felt his own shaft rise with the jack. 

"Ever done this b’fore?" She looked up, blue eyes twinkling in the start light. 

"No ma'am" 

"Wurl, don't look like you could lift this" she knocked the spare wheel with her thick boot, "so you get th’ wrench. Need ta jump on it." She nodded at the long L shaped wrench. 

"But, you have that?" He pointed pathetically at the electric driver. 

"That ah do. But this bein' yer fist time an a', we'll do it the old fashion way. Now come here, you see ok? Got uh lamp if y' can't" she looked up at him as she detached the shaft and put it aside. He shook his head. 

"Ho’kay, here, it's heavy mind" she handed him the long wrench, keeping a hold of it until she was sure he has a firm grip. 

"Got it?" He nodded, she let go. He liked to think he was reasonably strong but even in both hands it was quite a weight. She watched him carefully.

For all her domineering personality and the bravado she put forward, he felt like he was a pup again, learning a skill with his mother, there was a softness coming though (even if there was a slight hardness coming though his trousers).

She guided him to the wheel and the first nut. 

"Now, wut's next d'y think?" She stood up after making sure it was well seated. 

"We undo it?" She nodded and stood back expectantly. 
He'd changed a car tyre before, so he heaved on the bar. 
It didn't budge. 

"Wut did ah tell you earlier?" She smiled softly. She really was almost teaching him like a pup. 

"Err... " his mind only came up with what she'd said about the magazine, which caused his cock to start to stiffen up again.

"Not 'bout th'magazine. Though it's true. Ah got a teenage boy an' know that look well enough"

The younger coyotes ears flattened and tail curled 
"Sorry" he said in a small voice.

She reared back, drawing herself to her full over six foot heigh, looking shocked and offended. 

"Why what ever for?! Ah'd not do such things if ah wasn' okay with people enjoyin' it! 'specially fine young fellas like you!" She stepped forward and pulled him into a tight hug. She smelled of engine grease, sweat and slightly lavender soap. He was all but enveloped by her large bust and strong arms. 

Such contact immediately drew a somewhat unwanted, but not unwelcome, response. 

"Now, how abouts ah deal with this in the mornin' an' we deal with something else now?" Her large hand snaked to his crotch. 

"Can't be easy to find a girl out here on night shifts. 'ah only met mah husband when I got blown up in Laos." She broke the hug and hopped easily up to the cab to find something. 

"Loas? But, we're not...?" The sudden offhand mention of her husband threw him. "Won't your husband mind?" 

"Him? Naw, he don't mind. Long as ah tell him and we're honest w' one-and-other. Normally pick up someone ah have to pay for to scratch the itch, but if yur willin'?" She looked down at him, and with a sigh continued. 

"As fur Laos, ah was on a humanitarian mission to clear out ahll them bombs what didn't go off first time 'round"

She reached further into the cab. 

"Convoys disturbed some unknown stuff. Next thing ah know ahm fourty feet up in uh tree, then woke up in hospital. Lucky noone else was hurt. Ah!" She dropped from the cab, holding a thick glossy magazine. 

"Seein' as yer magazine there is kinda old." She held out a thick glossy porn mag. It was the kind of magazine he'd only seen in the seedy sex shops in the nearest city. 

/HEAT, Special Edition! MILFs AND MILKERS! Larger ladies and bigger busts!/ the front shouted, a busty highland cow in a kilt was shown on the cover. 

"Ah got several pages an' the centrefold" She said proudly.

"Ah buy a copy of whatever ahm on. Go on, look, unless you'd rather see fur real" she lifted her hands to the straining buttons of her shirt and slowly undid them, one by one, until it hung loosely over her. She gently took his free hand and rested it on her chest. 

His cock gave an urgent throb as he stood frozen, hardcore porn mag in the one hand, horny MILF centrefold in the other.

Carefully he closed his fingers, slowly edging her shirt open, revealing her straining sports bra.

With a soft smile she pressed the hand into her expansive breast, before pulling him into a hug.

Her large breast squished against his muzzle as he groped the other. 

With one hand wrapped around the coyote she used the other to pull her bra down to let her sizeable chest hang freely, large areola a soft pink within the sea of grey fur of her chest. 

Instinctively he latched onto the nipple being offered to him. Tongue flicking and rolling over it as he gently suckled. 

"That's uh good boy. Keep it up, ah'll take care o’ you" Her free hand trailed down his chest to feel his bulging trousers, deftly unzipping them and freeing his cock, she started to gently stroke his rod.

“Big boy too…”

He couldn't help but buck slightly as the larger MILF above him stroked him and cooed softly into his ear. Other hand stroking over his back.

They stayed like this for a few minutes before she stepped back slightly, giving him a proper view of her rolling bust and large nipples. His cock gave a sad throb as she stopped stroking it. 

However that was soon made up for as she trailed her hands around her voluptuous hips and soft stomach to her own fly. 

Unbuttoning the crotch she revealed a neat pair of white lacy panties, which showed up beautifully against her dark fur in the moonlight. 

A moment later she dropped her trousers and panties,  easily stepping out of both, she posed slightly as he admired her beautifully soft body, the shadows of the moonlight giving the slight outlines to her strong muscles underneath. 

Padding to the truck she sat down against the side, raising her knees as she spread her legs she gently started to stroke over her cunt. Her need glinting in the starlight. 

"How's th' view darlin'? Give momma some love?" She teased, gently licking a strand of her honey from her fingers. 

Without thinking he knelt in front of the large MILF offering herself to him, bending down to get close to the offered sex. 

He revelled in her scent - the mix of sweaty feminine musk and lusty sex. After a few huffs he started to lap at her, tongue trailing over her cunt, flicking around her hidden bead before he pressed in, tasting her depths. 

She huffed and moaned over him, uttering gentle encouragement as he inexpertly ate her out.

He continued to lap and taste her, revelling in her scent and taste as he worked his tongue in and over her. 

"Easy boy, ah'm getting’ close. Ah still want ya tah fuck me." She rested her hand on his shoulder, gently pushing him back. 

Scrambling forward desperate to feel her around him, he knelt up and guided his cock tip to her lips. 

With a long slow push of his hips he slid himself in, her warm depths easily taking his above average cock as he bottomed out. 

"Ohhh... woooowww..." he moaned, supporting himself over her by resting his hands on her wide hips and soft stomach, he could feel her rippling muscles just below the soft surface. He lent forward, practically lying on the large woman's stomach, face between her expansive breasts. 

He started to hump, moaning and panting as he fucked her like the family dog would a pillow, desperate fast thrusts into her, balls slapping against her. 

She moaned and gasped in turn, one hand reaching up to stroke her nipple, the other stroking his back as she slid down, staring up to the beautiful nights sky. 

"Ohh...ahh'ah'mma... ah'ma cum! Keep at it!" Hearing her moaned encouragement he picked up the pace, his own climax approaching quickly.

"Me... me too... gonna…!" with a strangled gasp he hilted in her, shooting his load deep into her warm and welcoming cunt. He bucked his hips a few more times before flopping atop the larger woman. 

"Ah! ... Ah'm cumm’n’..." she bucked under him soon after as she came, her own gush of fluids adding to his mess between her legs already. She lay back, whispering gentle praise to him as she stroked his back. 

He lay on her large warm form a while before he was fully soft and had come to, he felt the phone in his pocket vibrate once. 

Slipping out of her as he stood up, he fished the black and yellow brick out and saw it was simply a check in text. 

"That was good... thank y’ kindly fur that" She was already pulling her trousers back up, partly dressed. "We should get back ta work." 

He grinned stupidly at her. 

"Thank you too ma'am... err... can..." she pre-empted him and held her phone out, showing her number, he quickly entered her number into his contacts and sent a test message.

"You have a good shift kid. Next ah pass though ah'll give you a call. Ah had uh lotta fun." She smiled and kissed him softly before picking up the forgotten glossy porn mag. 

Flicking it open to one of her photos towards the centre she reached between her legs and pulled out a glistening hand, covered in her own juices mixed with his cum. She pressed her hand onto the page, the expensive paper of the article opposite smearing with the sexual fluids. 

"Somm’in’ tah remember this by" She licked her fingers again before passing the magazine over. 

He boggled at the photo, she was lying on her trucks bull-nose, looking seductively at the camera, hand between her legs. 

"I'd... I'd like that. Have a good evening miss, and... thank you" He couldn't help but sag as he started to head back to the cabin, it wasn't long until dawn and not long after the first trucks would arrive, and she needed to sleep and fix her tyres. He wished they could keep playing but knew they couldn't. 

In the future, when she was next in the area though... he cock stirred again, as he flicked though the now dry magazine, admiring her spreads (some more spread than others).