Furry Fuck Flick #2 by Woofajuana

Almost every morning for the past few months has been about the same. My brother wakes me up bright and early in the morning before his work. I get myself prettied up, go to what was my room when I first moved in with him, turn on my computer, and sign into the website my brother’s made just for me. I check all the cameras around my room, and then wait for the offers to roll in as I strip piece by piece and pose. The highest bidder gets to pick the position; and this morning, it’s feral style.I practically moan and sink to my knees, putting myself into position in front of the mirror. There’s a half dozen cameras set up for every angle of my morning fuckings with Max. At this point he just sits in the corner and waits, watching me do my thing with a big doggy grin, knowing I won’t be denying him. I’ve hardly denied him since the first day he fucked me and turned me into his bitch and mother of his pups.

I had a total of 3 pups from my first breeding: one was an anthro-wolf and the other two were most certainly sired by the dominating feral currently fucking my soon-to-be-in-heat-again pussy. I had kept them for a few weeks, thinking they were so cute, but you don’t get a lot of sleep with mewling pups constantly suckling so I left them at the orphanage. I know they’ll be well cared for as just about everyone is raised in one these days, and if they ever want to look me up later, I made sure to sign my name when I left them.

However, no longer suckling pups means my heat is going to be starting kinda early. In fact, my brother is convinced it’s today. As soon as he woke me, he slipped his fingers between my folds, got me riled up and plunged them into me as he whispered in my ear I was going to be a mother again today so I better get on Max’s cock quick so his seed is already inside me when it happens.

Why can he make me cum so hard in an instant? That’s just not fair.

And now here I am, getting it exactly as I deserve it- on my hands and knees, watching myself pant like a dirty bitch as Max grips my hips and takes me like I belong to him. I mean, considering that I’m the one wearing the collar right now being fucked by him for the viewing pleasure of hundreds of anonymous eyes, there’s no denying I am all his.

Well, usually. Sometimes, he has to share with my brother. The amount people will pay to watch my half-brother dress in his police uniform, handcuff and “interrogate” me over something they’ve bid for before fucking me into a moaning, twitching mess is incredible. He hadn’t been joking when he said we’d make a fortune. Ever since setting up the “breeding studio,” he’s gone down to part time, giving him more time to be at home fucking me senseless.

Just like Max is doing.

Suddenly, a notification pops up on the screen, a neon orange line across the scrolling chat between “moan like u mean it slut” and “im about 2 nut.” I whimper in excitement.

See, I figured out from the start that Max really hates it when I call him a bad dog, and he has no qualms about punishing me for it. When we first set up the site, no one knew what the “Bad Dog Treatment” was. No one wanted to shell out big cash for something they didn’t know. That is, until the first person paid for it. I’ve rarely gone a session without it.

“B-Bad dog, Max,” I moan with need.

He’s a smart dog. At this point, he knows. He knows I love every second of it, and I know he loves making me sing for him. With a deep, mean sounding growl, he grips my hips tighter, leans forward so his head is over my shoulder, and really lays into my wanting and willing pussy, about to pour first dibs into my womb.

The best part of being fucked by him almost twice a day every day is that he lasts surprisingly long for a normal dog now. He’s such a good boy, always making sure I cum before he does, sometimes even several times. And right now, I’m squeezing his cock so tight it’s no wonder he can’t last. With a strong, final thrust, his knot locks him and all that gloriously molten jizz inside me.

“A breeding bitch takes the knot every time,” Rohan had told me from the start. “It’s what they pay to see.”

They also pay to watch me fuck myself on Max’s cock while there’s not much else to do. Just because he’s done doesn’t mean I am. I’ve got paying customers who are waiting for the after show.

Sometimes, Max likes to remind me just how much of his bitch I am. Slipping off my back, he turns, standing tall and proud and smug, wagging his tail high in the air as I rock back and forth, bumping butts and bring myself to climax again.

When the session is finally over, I shut everything down and head for the shower. I can smell breakfast cooking and my tummy protests. Peeking around the corner of the kitchen, I discover Rohan’s naked and flipping a pancake. Holy fuck, my brother is so hot. He works out almost every day so even the thick silver fur of his back cannot hide those well toned muscles. And his ass is like one of those carved ancient gods, perfect and chiseled. I just wanna….

“You keep starin’, sis, and I’ll fuck you right here on the counter so I don’t burn any of these.”

“Well, maybe I want that,” I challenge with a shiver of excitement.

He throws back his head and barks a laugh, then turns and starts towards me with a playful grin. In a fit of giggles I retreat to the bathroom, and he chuckles but doesn’t follow.

When I’m done bathing and get myself dried and brushed, I walk out and find the stack of pancakes with a fat slab of melting butter drizzled with syrup. I swear it’s just like right out of a cooking show, just so perfect and mouth watering. He knows they are my favorite breakfast.

On the seat I notice a gift box with a pretty purple silk bow. There’s a note under the ribbon.

I went to the gym.

You should come meet me in only this.

And no scent pad.

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