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{All characters depicted in this work of fiction are of legal age of consent.}

Long, sleek and thick; it made him feel just a little inadequate as a man. And even to a heterosexual guy like Baddy, the concept of this sleek black phallus exploding onto a face made his loins tingle just a little - no homo.

"Baddy?" came his supervisor's deep, sultry voice.

"Yeah, boss," the anthro Belgian Malinois replied, lapping up his drool as he spoke.

"Please try to contain yourself. You're embarrassing me."

"Sorry, boss. Just excited about the first facial of this particularly romantic voyage."

The hefty equine anthro standing over him grunted. "Just keep it straight."

"Hard to do with this mighty phallic thing cradled in my eager young hands boss... sights on."

"Clear for kill-shot. Send it."

Keeping his sights settled comfortably on the long nose of an anthro bushpig, Baddy caressed the trigger right back to the wall, then applied a tender four pounds of pressure. The firing pin was released, subsequently letting a bullet the size of his thumb off the rails.

Despite the hefty suppressor threaded over the muzzle, the fifty-BMG leaving the tip gave a hefty thump that left a ringing in everyone's ears. That was followed by the supersonic crack of a round sailing over the gentle Gulf of Aden waters before converting the head of a Somalian pirate some two-hundred metres away into a paint-bomb.

Former pirate, Baddy corrected in his head. He'd seen one-legged, one-armed and even one-eyed pirates before. Never a none-headed one.

As sheer panic consumed the skiff, the ex-pirate's buddies moistened by the pinkish remains of their freshly retired peer, Baddy cycled his rifle back into safe.

"Think they know we ain't playing?"

Through his binoculars, Baddy's spotter watched as the pirate skiff turned and made for the horizon as quickly as was physically possible. Now, Avery was a near seven-foot mustang with almost two-hundred pounds of muscle and a long and violent army career under his belt, but even he would have turned tail after two cautionary flares and almost a dozen warning shots from the rifle slung on his back; so there was something to be said for the desperate bravery of pirates, if not much for their intelligence. But trust the aftermath of a hyper-accurate shot from a fifty-cal delivered by a hyper-active contractor to send the riff-raff scurrying for cover.

"Oh, I have a hunch they know we're pretty fucking serious." Lowering his binoculars, Avery gestured the all-clear up to the butler who had joined them on deck. "We're all good, Jeeves."

Removing his fingers from his long lagomorph ears and clasping his hands behind his back, the man standing with them smiled smartly. He was extremely sharply dressed, despite the heat. Where Avery and Baddy wore short-sleeved polos and loose fitted board-shorts, their employer's butler was decked out in a tuxedo, white silk gloves, bright red tie, coat-tails and all.

"Frightfully spiffing work, gentlemen," he complimented, his accent as sharp and charming as his perfectly groomed appearance. "I'll let her ladyship know we are safe once more."

"Baddy will stay on watch for a bit in case they try to loop back. I'll report the incident to the captain in the meantime," Avery said, tucking away his binoculars.

The butler bowed respectfully, turned on his heel then sharply stepped off towards the rear of the deck.

The Mayfair was a luxury yacht with a price tag higher than Baddy knew how to count. And it showed in every aspect, from the jacuzzi cut into the private fore-deck to the helicopter pad currently housing a private chopper mounted on the high deck towards the rear of the ship. The designers had spared no expense on the custom build for their lucrative client. And the new owner of the Mayfair certainly hadn't skimped on features.

Hanging over the private fore deck was a one-way privacy screen. Sun rays could get through, and Baddy could look out. But the way the canopy worked was to shield sunbathers from prying eyes elsewhere on the ship. Typically the fore-deck was strictly off limits to everyone on the crew, especially the contractors. Given her ladyship and her daughter often enjoyed the equatorial sun in the nude. But with the threat of pirates in these waters, certain exceptions to decorum and rules were being made.

"Give it about fifteen minutes. If the skinnies don't loop back by then take up a watch post on the landing pad," Avery told him, then stood to leave.

The tell-tale clack of high heels replaced the soft slap of Avery's flip-flops as he exited along the port-side avenue. Entering on the starboard-side came two slender, curvy figures, led by the slimmer anthro sheep with her nose in her phone screen.

Lela Priest had been pretty excited when the two security contractors first came aboard, and Baddy lost track of how many selfies she'd asked him to pose for. A couple days into their trip however, she'd already grown bored of them and was pretty much pretending they didn't exist.

Given the terms of his contract, that suited Baddy just fine, because returning the favour was pretty much impossible.

The eighteen-year-old ovis family anthro was built leggy and slim. Barely any part of her sleek, limber young body was hidden in a lime-green string bikini, the shapely curves of her ass perched above her sleek, slim thighs complemented by the tall heels of her sandals.

Even when she was fully dressed in the colder evenings at sea, Lela favoured tight fitted leggings and open blouses. And no matter what she wore though, she looked fucking hot.

In her swimsuit, her stark-white fur sparkled in the sun, with black fur covering her face in a similar way to the dark chocolate on Baddy's muzzle. More black ran from her upper arms to her fingertips, and from her toes up to the mid-thigh like a set of natural hose. Rings sparkled on three of her fingers, gold hoops on her left wrist and a diamond the size of a pea lay nestled in her bellybutton.

Her platinum blonde hair hung in elegant straight tresses down to her shoulders, with a side swept fringe down the right side of her face that was dyed a light pink colour, the same shade of polish on her finger and toenails.

Her mother, the one paying Baddy's fees and bank-rolling all of Lela Priest' comforts was dressed in the same sandals and bikini, flaunting all of her motherly curves. But they were curves in all the right places and if he were allowed to Baddy surely would have stopped to drool over her the same way he'd drooled about finally getting to fire his rifle.

Martha Priest was exactly the same as she appeared on the cover of Time magazine. Female entrepreneur of the year, baroness of the Exarc Corporation oil company and the wet dream of bachelors across the globe. It seemed hard to believe she'd built her empire solo while single-mothering through her twenties. That being said, Martha had come from money to begin with. A trust-fund girl, but instead of just lounging in high-end resorts flaunting her limitless wealth on Instagram, she'd invested what she had, taken all the same risks an average entrepreneur would take, and after almost bankrupting herself finally struck it big about four years ago, seizing control of several enormous Middle-Eastern oil fields and effectively quadrupling the wealth she'd grown up with.

Seemed like a lot of work in Baddy's opinion. She looked like the kind of woman who could have just set up an OnlyFans account, sit in a hot-tub on a livestream and make all the same kind of money.

Martha's looks were a little more old-school beauty than her daughter's. Whereas Lela looked like she ate only salads and worked overtime to keep that much coveted gap between her thighs, Martha seemed to revel in the pounds she'd failed to shed after giving birth to the girl some eighteen years ago. Her thighs met in the middle, and there was slight evidence of love-handles at her sides. But her hips were curvy and tapered nicely into her reasonably trim, flat-bellied waist. Her breasts were larger than her daughter's, full and plump. And while Baddy couldn't tell if it was the top half of her bikini holding them up in the same position they had been in her youth or if it was a high-end boob-job, he didn't much care either. Martha Priest looked as incredible in a bikini as she did in a sexy business suit in an executive board room.

Her violet eyes were covered by a pair of designer sunglasses, her naturally white hair was slightly woollier than the rest of the fur on her body, kept short and smart looking.

Baddy quickly realised his look over his shoulder was less of an acknowledging glance and more of a lingering stare. Quick he snapped his gaze back around and returned his attention to his rifle. Baddy always had trouble holding on to a job since he left the navy some years ago. This gig was pretty sweet though. He got to take to the high seas again and shoot dickheads in the mouth. All while protecting a hot lady and her precious princess daughter. It didn't get better than this. So, it went without saying Baddy really wanted to hold on to this job.

To say Martha was his employer was putting it just a little loosely. Yes, she was bankrolling him and the other contractors. But it was the Priest family lawyer who handled the contracts of employment. And he was, as was expected of a family lawyer, quite protective of his bread and butter. There were rules to this job, like: don't bother her ladyship. Don't interact unless interacted with. Lela Priest is strictly off limits, no matter how handsy she gets.

There were all sorts of clauses and rules and sub-clauses, many of which Baddy couldn't hope to remember. All he knew was that if he fucked up in the eyes of the lawyer, he'd get his contract terminated and he'd be back to packing bags at Wallmart.

The seas remained calm as he scanned the glistening water again. No silhouettes of pirate skiffs in sight. He wondered if the pirates were done for the day. Then again, they weren't known for being the sharpest crayons in the pack. They were probably just hiding over the horizon, planning to double back after they finished applying a tourniquet to their headless buddy's neck.

In the meantime, Baddy lifted the rifle cocking lever out of the locked position and pulled it sharply back. From the breech jumped a brass cylinder that strangely enough could have passed for a pretty modestly sized vibrator. This thought was firmly stuck in Baddy's head and he was incapable of unthinking it as he watched the empty shell roll across the deck and rest against Martha's toes.

Slowly his gaze tilted upward, taking in every elegant curve until he noted the curious grin on Martha Priest's lips. How she'd snuck up on him in those heels was anybody's guess.

Baddy had to resist the temptation to break the ice with some dumb pick up line. He had to remember this lady was 'off-with-his-head' levels of rich and powerful compared to the THOTs he swiped right on Tinder.

And even when he figured out what he wanted to say, he still faltered, wondering if he should have been looking at her as he spoke, or keeping his eyes to himself. The latter probably would have been better; given his eyes gravitated to the small strip of cloth moulded around the outline of the soft cleft between her thighs.

"Sorry to crowd you like this, ma'am," he managed evenly. "My supervisor wants me to linger for a bit in case the bad-guys circle back. I'll be out of your hair shortly."

"It's quite alright," the sheep said, beaming in a kind, motherly sort of way. Her smile was somehow warmer than the sun beating down from above.

She squatted down beside him in a ladylike manner, keeping her knees elegantly together as she picked up the errant brass and handed it to him. The other hovered by her face as if she were holding a glass or a cigarette. Everything about her oozed 'proper lady' from a forgotten time, even if such a forgotten time would have frowned heavily on her revealing bikini. Her posture rivalled what drill instructors tried to hammer into recruits during boot camp. The way she moved was well thought out, graceful with not a single movement wasted. And her accent sounded simply like liquid gold. The way English was meant to be spoken.

"Mister Baddy, isn't it?"

He nodded, mostly to shake off his stare. "Just Baddy is fine, ma'am."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Baddy. You can call me Martha. I'm sure you know my daughter Lela pretty well by now. Frankly, I think she has more pictures of you on her phone than she has of me."

She added that last bit with a dignified little laugh and Baddy couldn't help smile along.

Staying down on Baddy's level, she slid her sunglasses down to the tip of her nose and peered at him inquisitively. If he didn't know any better he could have sworn this forty-something baroness was giving him fuck-me eyes.

"You look a little uncomfortable down there, Baddy," she said gently as she straightened up. She beckoned him as she turned. "Come and sit with us while you keep watch."

The same way his eyes were drawn to the enticing outline between her thighs, they gravitated towards the wide curves of her firm ass, swaying elegantly side to side as he clip-clopped on high heels to the deck chairs where her daughter lounged.

When the tip of his cock peeked out of his sheath to say hello, he quickly snapped his gaze back out to sea, telling it to fuck off.

"It's just a seat, Baddy," he whispered to himself. "She's just inviting you to be more comfortable, because she's a proper and lovely lady... a smoking hot, proper and lovely lady with a gorgeous daughter, and they're both barely dressed."

That family lawyer was going to fucking kill him...

Taking a few breaths, Baddy jumped to his feet, and leaving his rifle on the deck skirted around the jacuzzi towards the trio of deck chairs. Martha turned to see him approach and gestured to the empty seat between her and Lela, before gracefully sinking into the other free chair.

"Come-come. Sit! I don't bite." As she invited him to sit, she threw a playful smile his way, adding, "Much."

She sat with her knees together for a moment, undoing the catches on her slutty-looking sandals before slipping her feet out from between the straps. Then with a smooth swivel she swung her legs onto the end of the deck chair and reclined with a contented sigh. The whole time the black lenses of her glasses were angled in Baddy's direction. There was no telling where those violet eyes were actually looking, but he had a deep sense of being watched as he sat down, altogether more tensely, between the two sheep.

Lela didn't so much as glance up from her phone, her thumbs frantically typing a message as she gently cocked her head in greeting.

"Hello, Baddy," she commented airily without looking.

Lela certainly looked as good as her mother, plus all of the nubile college-age bonuses that entailed her youth. But while her accent had that same polished British flair it was somehow less alluring. She'd clearly done some schooling in California, having picked up that valley-girl inflection that invaded the tail end of most sentences.

"Hi, Miss Priest."

She managed to take her eyes off her phone long enough to give Baddy a look at her custom contact lenses. They were pretty rad, giving her pupils a cute heart shaped appearance. It all just added to her precious little princess façade.

"You know you can call me Lela," she assured with a smile.

"I sure will, ma'am. But only behind your back."

She gave him a look as if she very much liked that. Like she was enjoying this position of power over him that commanded a certain respectful decorum.

When she looked back at her phone however, that dominant smile turned into a pout. "Aww. You made me mess up my tweet!"

Baddy rolled his eyes, but managed a grin all the same. The triviality of their small talk made him feel much more at ease.

Nothing to worry about, he thought. Just two grown ups making small talk, getting along perfectly normally as adults usually do. Just keep your dick in your pants a little longer and you can walk away with your job intact.

Jeeves walked back onto the deck, adding just another soft layer of comfort to the situation Baddy found himself in. the butler marched over and clicked his heels together in front of Baddy as if about to address an officer.

"Mister Baddy," he greeted with a smart smile. "Mister Avery informs me the coast is all clear. You are to take some time off."

Martha clapped happily. "Oh, wonderful! No-no, Baddy. Keep your seat." She waved him sharply down as he tried to sit up. "Stay, please. Enjoy the sun with us. It's a magnificent day, isn't it?"

Baddy did as ordered while Martha angled gaze back to the butler. "Jeeves, darling. Will you give us some privacy?"

"Certainly, ma'am," he replied with clipped professionalism. He then turned on his heel and left as briskly as he entered.

But before he went, Baddy couldn't help notice a knowing little gleam in his eye as their eyes connected briefly. Baddy watched him go, slightly confused what that look was about.

The confusion did not last long.

One handed, still typing at her phone with the other, Lela reached back and pulled loose the string holding her bikini top up. As it lazily fell away, revealing her naked breasts to Baddy's wide-eyed stare, she just as casually reached over and undid the bottoms the same way.

Catching himself, Baddy quickly whipped his gaze around and Martha. He was about to tell her that it was nice to hang out and all, but maybe he should get to his cabin... except his breath caught in his throat to realise Martha already had her top off. Her breasts hung in the same position, warming freely in the harsh equatorial sunlight.

While Baddy couldn't help watch the plump bags bounce as she moved, Martha's sunglasses slid back down her nose again and she was peering at him over the top again. She knew he was looking. She had to know. And still she beamed at him like he was an honoured guest.

All the ease Baddy had fallen into was suddenly yanked out from under him.

"I absolutely love sunbathing in the nude," Martha stated plainly. "There's nothing quite like the unfettered rays on your fur. So warm and clean. Often it threatens to put me in a state that would surely offend."

She giggled at her own little joke, then added, "You're of course free to do the same, Baddy. The deck is perfectly private, in case you're a little self-conscious."

"Uh..." was all Baddy could say for a moment as he glanced down.

Being a little self-conscious about the rest of the crew spying on him was literally the least of his concerns. His baggy shorts were the only thing hiding a massive erection from sight. And given the ostentatious bulge, only barely so. He was already in that state that might offend.

"I'm going to have to decline, ma'am."

"Please, Baddy. Call me Martha," she said changing the subject.

But as she did he noticed her tone lower a little. Her voice was certainly huskier than it had been a moment ago. And with an elegant flick of her wrist she pulled off her glasses and set them aside. Behind the smoked lenses her eyes had been narrowing seductively, and now she was fluttering her eyelashes at him.

"You look a little uncomfortable, dear." she caught one of the strings by the knot on her hip between a thumb and forefinger, and pulled very slowly. The knot unravelled and the bikini-bottoms fell away, making Baddy gulp. "Those clothes are practical given your job description. But now is your time off. Why don't you take them off and enjoy this wonderful weather with us?"

There was a soft 'clack' to Baddy's left, and he glanced over to see Lela had, for the first time since he'd met her, actually put her phone down. Completely nude bar her strappy high heels, the young woman had rolled onto her side, perching her head in one hand to watch Baddy. One leg was cocked slightly so her thigh coyly hid her nubile pussy from view, and in the absence of a screen she looked at Baddy with the same attentiveness she usually showed her phone.

Her breasts were significantly smaller than her mother's, though definitely perkier. The firm teardrops were each dotted with a bright pink nipple, and she absently traced the tip of an elegant index finger around her left areola.

Martha's naked body had easily gotten Baddy up and no amount of mental yelling would get his cock to calm down. Then just a glance in Lela's direction made him throb hard, drawing everyone's attention to the movement in his groin.

"Come, come. No need to be shy," Martha repeated swivelling out of her deck chair.

Lela's chair creaked as she jumped enthusiastically after her mother. And before Baddy knew it, both women were kneeling at about crotch heigh either side of him. Two pairs of hands slipped fingers into the waistband of Baddy's shorts and with practiced care, making sure to create some clearance at the front so the tip of his dick wouldn't snag, the women pulled the garment down with ease.

The moment his shorts came down, Martha let her mouth for a little 'O' and widened her eyes. "Oh, no. Look at what we've done to this poor young man, Lela." - she was certainly looking, licking her lips as she did - "I'm so sorry, Baddy. We didn't mean to make you so uncomfortable."

Nobody could blame Baddy for not believing her, given how quickly the ladies had whipped off their swimsuits after Jeeves left.

"Mummy, I feel so terrible!" Lela added, her concern obviously feigned, but it sounded nice coming out of her mouth anyway. "Poor Baddy has to protect us and we repay the favour by making him so uncomfortable? Surely there must be something we can do for him?"

Martha gave a womanly chuckle. Enveloping the base of Baddy's bright red erection in her slender fingers, she gently teased the canine cock upright and moved her face closer. Flashing her daughter a saucy wink as she followed closer to Baddy's member, Martha added, "I think I have a wonderful idea, sweetie."

Baddy's eyelids drooped and he gave the empty space between the women a candid look. He knew where this was going. He wanted it to go where he knew it was going. He knew what would happen to him if this went to where it was inevitably going. He was going to get his rocks off between a beautiful MILF and her daughter, and when word got out the family lawyer was going to can his ass.

... fuck it.

Reading his 'desire to know more about this wonderful idea' expression, Martha moved in first. Her gaze was fixated on his penis, taking in the whole sleek length, from the slightly tapered tip down to the furry sheath. Her nostrils flared with excitement and curiosity, eyes dilating with interest as she breathed in his musk.

Her daughter wasn't entirely left out. While he felt Martha's nose brush the base of his cock, Lela went straight for the kill. Just the tip of her tongue hung out between her lips and she tickled the slippery, warm organ up along the side of his length before ostentatiously swirling the tip.

Her lips puckered on the crown as she worked, peering up at him with a devious little grin. He could only stare with his muzzle slightly ajar.

Baddy had seen his fair share of sights. From two whales fucking, to a man in Thailand with a wooden cock. He'd pushed more peter, more sweeter, more completer than any other peter pusher in town. Three world fairs and a fair share of small calibre men shot with large calibre bullets later, he thought he'd seen and experienced everything the world had to offer.

Never did he think he'd ever have a woman and her daughter put their faces in his lap at the same time. There had been that one time on leave in Italy when he ran into a couple of college students on holiday. But that had been one of those off-the-cuff threesomes after a mad sesh in a small pub tucked in a back street somewhere. Those girls had been BFFs who never before considered they'd be sharing the same guy, so they were still figuring things out on the fly.

Martha and her daughter looked like they choreographed for his. They moved in slutty synchronicity, worshipping his cock together like they'd had plenty of practice working around each other. Lela would work the tip while Martha lapped hungrily at the shaft. The MILF would start running her smooth, wonderful palms up and down his saliva-slick length, the daughter would salivate all over the top to add some lubrication. Martha would suck his whole length down until the tip was constricted in the back of her throat - making Baddy's eyes cross with surprise - and Lela would just bite her lip and look stunning while she played with his balls.

"Holy shit," Baddy mumbled, feeling two sets of lips and two tongues work their way up and down his cock at the same time.

Finally Martha worked her way down to the base as Lela pursed her lips over the tip again. Then sticking out her tongue over her bottom lip, she worked her way down, dragging him deeper and deeper into her mouth. Her throat was shallower than Martha's, but she had the same practiced gag reflex. She gulped and glugged for a moment, eyes fluttering and a single tear of effort forming at the corner of her eye. When she acclimatised, she dragged him a little deeper.

Bit by bit her tight little throat would yield, the powerful wet tunnel parting to suck in the panting canine.

He cursed again, his balls clenching like they were about to release. Martha noticed as she rolled them between her fingers, taking it as a compliment as she pecked her gargling daughter proudly on the cheek.

"Good girl. You've come a long way since I started teaching you how to please a cock."

How long had Martha been a tutor? Hell, it didn't matter to Baddy. She was clearly an incredible teacher.

Suddenly gagging, Lela quickly pulled back, leaving thick ribbons of saliva dripping down Baddy's shaft, which Martha eagerly lapped up as the younger woman caught her breath.

"Whew. He's bigger than the other doggies we've played with," she said, the implications of the statement making Baddy throb on Martha's tongue. "It's a good thing I practiced a little on him the other night."

"Oh, did you now?" Martha said with a feigned gasp of revulsion. Then looking up at Baddy she said sternly, "Did you fuck my daughter already, mister?"

"What? No!" Baddy assured, his delivery not all that much better than Mark Wahlberg's delivery in 'The Happening.'

Martha giggled, clearly joking.

"He was asleep," Lela clarified. "The tastiest case of midnight wood I ever saw, I couldn't help myself. He slept like a brick the whole time, even as I swallowed his load."

Baddy frowned. So that explained the sexy dream he'd had of being balls deep in Martha's gullet. Kind of funny how he'd dreamt of Martha while allegedly being inside Lela.

"Oh, Lela, you're such a naughty girl, having your way with this poor boy in his sleep," Martha chastised. "You could have at least woken him up so he could properly enjoy your mouth!"

"The way he was moaning in his sleep, I think he enjoyed it plenty," Lela said.

Still, Martha's ear flicked with annoyance and she narrowed her eyes scornfully at the girl.

"Uuuuugh! Don't be such a drama queen, mother," Lela said, rolling her eyes. "I was just having fun."

"Don't get flippant with me, girl. No cock for you for ten seconds," Martha said sternly, then gently planted a hand on Lela's forehead and pushed her back.

Lela stuck out her bottom lip and pouted in a way that honestly could have gotten Baddy hard even if she were fully dressed. Something about that innocent look of disappointment, as staged as it was, with her big violet eyes and cute heart-shaped pupils did it for him...

Or that could have been the experienced mouth sinking down over his erection. With Martha in sole possession now, she began showing off all the skills and tricks she was attempting to pass down to her daughter.

She swirled her tongue over the top, making sure to maintain eye contact while she moaned and sighed on his cock like it was the most delicious thing in the world. Her hand worked its way up from the base to where her lips were pursed over the tip, then stroked elegantly back down, her mouth following her fingers a moment later. Her tongue led the way down the shaft and she gave a high pitched little gargle before sliding her tongue and lips back up to the tip, giving her hands some space to work on the hard flesh.

"But that's not fair," Lela whined, trying to get back in on the action, only to be pushed away again.

"No ifs, ands or buts, young lady. You've had your time alone with this delicious treat. Now it's my turn. Your ten seconds starts now, by the way."

Then mercilessly, for Lela who was forced to watch and Baddy who was technically taking the brunt of the punishment, she swallowed his cock again.

Like Lela before, Martha swallowed him. But there was no slow swallowing action or pause as she had to temper herself before taking him deeper. She had no gag reflex holding her back at all and gulped him down noisily in one clean thrust.

His cock was in heaven, constricted in that tight, wet cavity rippling up and down his shaft in a milking motion. Her tongue slipped out her bottom lip to tease where the sheath ended and his member began, caressing all the right spots.

Then just as easily she pulled back, slurping up her excess drool while she took a few deep breaths. Then it was right back down again, swallowing him with a throaty glug, not a tear of effort brimming her large, beautiful eyes as she peered up, searching his face for approval. Which she was getting in droves.

Ten seconds, which felt more like ten hours in Martha's mouth, finally passed and Lela wanted to get back in. When Martha came up for air, the young woman bullied her face in close, wrapping her lips around the base of his cock from the side as if trying to take a bite out of him. Her tongue lapped up a few slivers of her mother's drool, and she whined as Martha pushed her back out of the way to bob her head back down into his lap.

Her thrusts were not as deep anymore as she focused on using her lips and tongue on Baddy's length. Faster and faster she bobbed, humming and purring as Lela fought to get in. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft to block Martha's plunging motions and pushed hard enough the MILF came off his crown with a wet pop of her lips.

Lela was on him in a second, licking and kissing, sighing contently like she'd snuck a piece of chocolate cake off her mother's plate. But Martha wasn't going to take it laying down, and with that irritated leer returning to her eyes she pushed her daughter out the way lick at the other side of his shaft, aggressively fighting for some real estate on his cock.

The sight of two women fighting over him was honestly a first for Baddy. And despite the obvious showmanship involved, he felt about ready to burst at the sight of them going at it.

When they finally started working back in synch again, there was hardly holding back anymore. He clenched, trying to avert his gaze or attention, but the sight of Martha kissing the base of his cock while Lela slid a little further up, hooking her tongue along the underside of his shaft had hooked his eyes. Bit by bit, they worked their way up, kissing and licking every inch. Martha was still playing with his balls, while Lela's delicate fingers trapped the swelling base to keep his erection upright for them. Baddy was on the edge and kept there by Martha's conservative smooches and Lela's teasing little licks. His cock felt like it was on fire and he had to make a conscious effort to not thrust hard up into Lela's smiling lips. She looked like she knew exactly what she was doing to him. But if she knew how close he was to bursting into that pretty little mouth, Lela didn't show it. Her eyes were contently shut and she breathed deeply, slowly through her nose, sighing as she enjoyed the feel of him pulse against her warm tongue.

Martha on the other hand was fully aware of what was coming. Her eyes were open and reading his every little tick, from the twitch of his ears to the firm throb of his cock between her lips. She waited with a ready smile, tilting her face back against his crown and grabbing Lela by the back of the head while they kissed and made up for their earlier disagreement...

The tip of Baddy's cock trapped firmly between where their tongues and lips met. Their tongues swirled over one another, eager to taste each other and the canine's rod. Martha's lips grazing his tip were soft and pillowy, while Lela's texture was wetter, her lips slippery with a mixture of drool, precum and lip balm.

He set his nails into the deck chair and was actively holding back. At least until Martha noticed he was holding out on her and she seductively moaned "Cuhmmmmhh~!" into Lela's mouth.

Baddy's balls clenched and a torrent of cum rushed up through his cock, eager to meet the lovely ladies milking it out of him. The load burst from the tip, and honestly he wasn't sure whose tongue caught the majority of the first rope. But both women sighed equally content to finally taste him.

In a pleasured daze as his load painted the roof of her mouth, Martha let Lela push her aside and purse her lips over the top of his exploding cock. Two more long ropes of cum filled Lela's mouth as she gently suckled the sensitive tip and finally pulled back, opening her mouth and sticking out her cum-glazed tongue.

The rest of his load painted them equally. One long string decorated Lela's face, laying neatly across the bridge of her muzzle. Several more ropes of stickly, pearly white goo ran from Martha's eyelashes, down over her nose and dripped down to her eager lips.

Neither woman wasted much time in the clean-up. Lela sucked in her dribbling tongue and gulped the generous load with an exaggerated bob of her head. Martha at the same time scooped the cum from her face with one finger and slid it between her lips, suckling gently on the digit as if she didn't want to miss a drop. Despite that though, there was a thick dribble that escaped her, running down her chin.

Lela quickly scooped that up with her tongue and swallowed, before Martha did the same for her daughter, licking up the string of cum laid across her muzzle and guzzling it all down. It was quite a show, one that made his exhausted cock throb with renewed vigour.

"Fuck," Baddy panted softly, his voice breaking like he just went through puberty all over again. He probably came hard enough to actually manage that. His balls actually felt significantly lighter.

Though despite that, he was still just as hard as when they'd begun. Which was a good thing too, because the ladies seemed like they weren't quite done with him.

"Still hard?" Martha crooned with a saucy smile. Her fingers squeezed the bulging knot that had formed at the base of Baddy's length, before she planted a small lip-stick stain on the hard, swollen flesh. "Good."

Taking his fresh erection as permission to climb aboard, Martha straightened up and moved on top of him. One hand delicately gripping Baddy's knot, she eased down into a squat, directing the slightly tapered crown to her thick, puffy labia. A thin line of velvety pink flesh glistening with excitement was visible between the furry lips of her slit. The flesh speared open as his tip pressed between those soft curtains and he felt the eager bead of arousal gathered at her opening, warm and inviting.

The light-headed anticipation passed immediately as Martha wasted no time sinking down on his cock. In moments she'd taken him all the way down to his lingering knot. She wasn't nearly as tight as she had been in her youth, but the older woman clearly took her kegel exercises seriously. She made an active effort to clench and ripple her soft, wet sheath around Baddy's cock all the way down his shaft, until she partially swallowed the bulge at its base.

Lela in the meantime clopped over on her high heels to get a better position. She threw a leg over and straddled his abdomen, facing away so she could tenderly kiss her mother while she waited patiently for her turn.

Baddy didn't want Lela left hanging though. So, with one hand on her hip, he snaked his right around her waist and down her inner thigh. She was biting her lip, peering down excitedly as he felt his way up along her trembling thigh to the nubile treasure trove eagerly awaiting his touch.

He set straight to work, feeling her flex tighter against the fingers trained for very fine trigger control. Even in the most chaotic firefight, he could still apply just the right amount of pressure on a trigger to fire a rifle without jerking the barrel off target, and release it just to the break before applying pressure again for the follow-through. Lela, while ignorant of what any of that meant, still appreciated the skill as the tip of his index finger pressed against her clit firmly, not hard, but tender and confident all the same. Her body clenched and a needy moan worked its way out her throat and into Martha's mouth. The entire length of her slit was already wet with excitement, evidence she'd been touching herself while blowing him.

Or maybe Martha had been touching her. Either reality made Baddy's cock throb hard inside the MILF's warm centre.

Once he tested the waters, his middle finger skimmed down along her slit and found her opening, teasing the winking little crevasse with a light plunging moment. He heard Lela gasp above and felt her body flex, easing her crease a little tighter against his digits.

He knew what she wanted, and gave it to her. Tracing the length of her slit again he curled his finger and hooked it into her tight little quivering canal. Her silky walls parted to give him access as he started gently pumping, rubbing the tip of his finger along the coarse roof of her pussy, teasing his way deeper and deeper into her folds.

"Deeper~!" Lela breathed for a moment before her eyes widened and she squealed happily. "Oh, God! There! Right there! Don't stop~!"

The moment he found it, the usually elusive spot that seemed easy to identify on Lela, he rubbed and thrust his fingers against it mercilessly. One at first, then two, as her body gave over to the pleasure and her pussy walls relaxed around his fingers.

Before Martha had a chance to exhaust herself riding his cock, Baddy thrust up into her. He rolled his hips suddenly, fucking the woman on top in earnest, his pace as eager as his instinct to please.

"Ohh~! Good boy~!" Martha keened as the Malinois' sudden pace caught her by surprise.

Were he less experienced, the words alone would have made Baddy cum right away. Were he more experienced he wouldn't have had to pause in order to bite down, fight the urge to release, then slowly work his way back into the rhythm of things.

Lela in the meantime continued trembling and bleating as his fingers assaulted her G-spot. "Baa-hah~ah~aaaaahhhh~!"

Her liquid happiness cascaded in waves down Baddy's hand and matted his fur right down to the wrist. More left dark patches on his t-shirt as he continued rubbing and thrusting without losing pace. Between a career in dangerous, physically demanding work and intensive training in multi-tasking he was able to keep up the rhythm without stumbling or tiring. And both the daughter clamping her tight little canal on his fingers and the mother gripping his hips as he relentlessly pounded her eager pussy seemed to enjoy it a lot.

"Is it good, mother?" Lela whimpered between the wet smacks of her lips pressing against Martha's. "How does his cock feel?"

"Oh, simply divine, sweetie! Ahn~! So good." Baddy felt her snug canal tighten a little and a torrent of sticky, wet warmth drool its way over his knot, dampening the fur on his balls. Her nails dug into his hips a little harder, but it only encouraged him to keep going. "How are his f-ohmygosh-fingers?"

Lela matched the pitch of Martha's closing moan as she said, "A-ma-zing-nnggghhh! I d-don't know h-how, but they're better than my own." Her eyes rolled and she darted forward to slip her tongue between Martha's lips again. They froze in a suckling kiss for a moment, heads tilting passionately this way and that. When she pulled back, a bow of drool still connected their mouths when she added, "I want to keep him, mother."

Martha giggled between her gasps. "Let's make sure - mmmhh~! - he doesn't break too easily first, okay?"

She angled her head again before sliding her tongue back into Lela's tongue. They were making out so passionately, the hums of pleasure rumbling in their throats and the smack of their lips was audible over the wet slip of Baddy's fingers plunging in and out of Lela's tunnel, and the soggy slap of his furry balls against the firm globes of Martha's ass.

When Lela started to clench against her body, Martha pulled back, smiling broadly at the face her daughter made. Lela had screwed up her expression like she was desperate to keep a poker face, but her cheeks had blushed deep red, her eyes were screwed shut so nobody could see them rolling with pleasure and she was trying hard to keep a smile off her lips.

"Sweetie, you're making the face," she said, cupping the girl's cheek. "Are you close?"

Lela muffled a shriek through pursed lips and nodded vigorously, Martha quickly drawing the blushing girl back into a perversion of a motherly embrace.

"I want to hear you sing, my darling. Just let it out. Come on. Show our new friend how talented your voice is."

With her mother's instructions on the matter quite clear, Lela stiffened and hugged Martha back twice as tightly. She seemed to fall into a seizure, a violent tremor working its way up from her toes, through her long slender legs, up her spine and finally emerged out her throat in the form of a wobbly wail. Her high-pitched song of pleasure didn't follow any sort of normal musical structure, but it was melodic in its own way. It wouldn't surprise Baddy to later learn of marine biologists listening to the ocean overhearing, thinking they'd identified a new type of whale-call.

Her firm ass tightened under Baddy's hand and with the rapid clenching and unclenching, her thighs trembled and convulsed against his sides. Her pussy tightened hard enough to halt his assault on the sensitive roof of her canal, and her legs shook so hard her ankles would have buckled in those heels if all her weight wasn't on his stomach.

His shirt felt heavy and clammy where she creamed all over his digits and kept leaking for good measure.

Her mother had the same kind of wet orgasm. Pressing her hands down on Baddy's hips to stop him from ploughing into her at his enthused rate, Martha's thighs closed a little involuntarily on his sides. A nervous shudder ran up her right leg and her lower body bucked back and forth in a gyrating motion as she worked herself down his cock. Lower and lower, more slipped further into her cunt until with a wet sucking noise she swallowed his knot whole.

Loosened by childbirth, she took it in with relative ease. But she still managed to clench, her whole body convulsing the total length of his member as she had a quiet, sweet little orgasm. Her high pitched panting into Lela's neck settled slowly, along with the waves of wet heat matting the fur on Baddy's balls. At this point he was pretty sure his wagging tail was sweeping up a puddle of her juices that had formed on the chair between his legs.

With shaking legs, Martha pressed down on Baddy and slowly, with a wet plop of her pussy letting go of the knot, she managed to lift herself off the canine. Lela watched closely, her eyes widening a little to see several fat drops of her mother's orgasm dappled all over the bright red member.

"Oh, gosh, that looks so good, mother," she moaned. "Can I go next? I really want to feel that knot inside me."

Giggling, Martha scooted back to make space, then fell almost awkwardly to her knees, planting a long, loving lick up the underside of Baddy's cock like it was her new favourite thing in the world.

"I'd love to see you take it, sweetie. But you should really check if Mister Baddy is up to it, don't you think?"

They both looked over to see the Belgian Malinois wouldn't be able to put up a fight even if he wanted to. Baddy was flat-out decked, his arms limp at his sides while he stared vacantly at the sky. His mouth hung open, tongue hanging out the side of his muzzle as he panted to catch his breath.

Giggling, Martha took his tired wrist in her hand and gently suckled Lela's juices form his fingers. "Something tells me he won't mind."

Taking that cue, Lela scooted forward, and with Martha gently gripping his erection between her long, slender fingers, she let her mother guide him to her opening. When the tight little mouth settled on his slightly tapered crown, Lela could feel his hips roll entirely on instinct, lifting her up just a little with the light thrust.

"It's not too big for you, is it?"

Lela stubbornly shook her head, pressing down a little tighter. She saw the cock bow slightly under her as the tip refused to slip into her, almost as if something was misaligned.

"It's fine," she assured, but Martha stopped her.

"Just take it slow, sweetie." Martha straightened up and delicately pecked the younger woman on the lips. As they opened their mouths and let their tongues roll passionately over one another, Lela lifted a little higher, then sank down with her mother's help. "Bit by bit, Lela. Inch by inch."

As Lela began sinking her wet opening down over the tip of his cock, just their conversation was bringing Baddy closer to his third orgasm of the day. The first had been from jerking off in the head that very morning, so maybe he could keep his mind on his job rather than the gorgeous women he was contracted to protect.

Fat lot of good that did. He was harder than an iron rod; plunging into Lela's slippery little forge. Her body yielded on the second attempt, soft wet walls parting to accommodate is girth. She was tighter than Martha, there was no doubt about that. So much so she was only able to ride him down to the bulging base. When his knot kissed her already stretched pussy, she stopped in place.

"Nnngh~! I'm so full," she moaned breathlessly, a thin little line of drool escaping the corner of her mouth.

At the same time Martha's tongue lapped up from Baddy's balls, over his knot then swirled hard across Lela's sensitive clit. She had her hands on her daughter's hips, helping guide the young woman down until she could take no more. And Lela at the same time gathered her hair up against the top of her head, her body twisting so she could reach back and plant her free hand on Baddy's chest.

Taking it as a cue that she was ready to go, he set his hands over Martha's as they felt up along the girl's tapered waist and was about to give her the same work he'd given the older sheep. Except Martha stopped him.

"No, darling. You've worked so hard already," she said with a seductive giggle. "Just lay back and enjoy my daughter's work."

He looked up and caught Lela shooting him a saucy wink. Then with her lovely eyes fixed on his she began to ride.

Baddy couldn't help break his gaze first. There was no stopping it, no matter how much he liked staring into those needy heart-shaped pupils of Lela's, the pace of her tight pussy milking him was just too good. His head fell back to the recliner with a thud and he panted at the clear blue sky, tongue rolling out the side of his muzzle again. Hardly a flattering look for an attack-dog of his calibre. But he did have a skilful MILF-y tongue lathering the base of his cock while her tight and insatiable daughter worked the rest of his meat with her cunny.

Lela enthusiastically increased her pace, her wet labia smacking wet smooches against the top of his knot harder and faster than before. Her eyes had fallen shut with concentration, and she flexed her body like a professional love-maker. Her spine worked her whole body back and forth as she rose and fall, bucking and gyrating her hips at the same time. she knew exactly what she was doing, like she'd done this plenty of times.

Or like Martha had specifically been instructing her.

Martha at the same time licked and kissed the base of his cock like it was her lifetime lover. One hand slipped from Lela's hip to cradle his balls, gently massaging them between her delicate fingers. Her mouth kept alternating from long, passionate smooches on the bulging base of his cock, up to firm, fitful licks across Lela's clit and where her pussy was spread over his shaft. Not an inch of Baddy's member was dry or unloved between the efforts of these two insatiable women, and it was only minutes before Baddy was ready to nut again.

She must have felt the load churning for release in his balls, because Martha's hands moved back up to Lela's hips and she helped yank the young woman down. She slammed down hard and he felt her opening tighten over the top of his knot, swallowing it partially.

A wet smack louder than Lela's squeals of delight rang out as she rode back up his cock, then slammed down even harder than before.

Baddy wheezed hard, feeling that tight cunt wrap around the bulging base of his cock, enveloping him entirely in Lela's warmth. Martha's hand felt up along the bulge of his cock forming in her daughter's flat abdomen, while Lela felt the head tickle a depth no man or toy had ever touched before, triggering a loud and wet orgasm all over his knot.

Her eyes rolled and her lips parted, letting out a long string of curses Martha would have chastised her for were her tongue not otherwise engaged. Lela creamed as hard as she had all over his fingers, squirting on both Baddy's throbbing length and her mother's slippery tongue while the older woman massaged a fresh load of cum directly into the daughter's womb.

He honestly lost count of how much he deposited in Lela's belly after the fourth spurt. His head was spinning and his mind was racing with sheer joy - because they were enjoying his company as much as he enjoyed theirs - and the terror of implications to follow - that family lawyer was going to kill him.

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Totally worth it.

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