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Colier's breath caught as the thick toy burrowed it's way deeper into his tight pucker. He panted as the vibrating plastic horse cock invaded his polished pink hole. His shaven torso expanded and contorted as he violated himself so vigorously. His one free paw stroked his red cock. The effeminate poodle yipped as he felt the toy press against his prostate. He spurted ribbons of his fertile seed waywardly over his shiny obsidian tile floor and his equally as dark bare chest. He fell asleep in the afterglow of his orgasm.

The following morning, Stephen Colier, famed French fashion mogul awoke relaxed from his self-pleasuring the previous night. It was now 6 in the morning. He got up out of bed nude. He took special notice of where his seed had landed and went to the intercom by his bedroom door.

<Mme. Coulet, send down one of your maid girls, Master has made a mess again.>

Stephen giggled to himself before waltzing over to his private bathroom.

He spent the next half-hour bathing, making sure he would smell nothing of his own investment and more like the rich multi-millionaire he was. Stephen stepped out of his bathroom in a loose robe to find one of his youngest, most alluring maids at the task of cleaning his mess. The lecherous canine watched the little otteress, felt almost tempted enough to pounce her at that moment; her rudder tail caused her skirt to fly up, showing her silk panties. Instead, he cleared his throat for her to stop. She instantly stopped. He ruffled her hair playfully before ordering her to continue while he got dressed.

Next, the poodle made his way to the dining room. He saw his staff had already left for him a fried ostrich egg with belgian waffles and maple syrup. A minor meal for him, but he enjoyed it nonetheless.

The old ferretess, Cherie Coulet came up to him just as he'd finished.

<Monsieur Colier, you have a phone call.>

He nodded and put down his newspaper. <Ah, thank you, Coulet, you are dismissed.>

He waved her off before fetching his cellphone. <Yes?>

It was his old friend, Michael Stranger. "Ah, Michael, great to hear from you again." He greeted his British colleague in English.

The pine marten spoke on the other end and Stephen listened. The friends chatted for a good while until Stephen saw his watch. "Ah, oh my, I have an important meeting this afternoon at 1. It truly was good to hear from you but... I must go prepare myself. Au revoir."

After he'd finished preparing himself, Colier strode out to his limousine. He got in then ordered for the driver to go. The poodle had a long day ahead...

The limo made its first stop in front of a little barbershop. The obsidian black poodle stepped out. What he wore now was enough to steal the breath of many onlookers. He was dressed in a pinstripe jacket over a rose-colored dress shirt and tight, white, hip-hugging slacks that fit him well, yet also lewdly displayed his bulge. Stephen also wore a very rare and expensive smelling cologne with many pricey diamond rings on his hands and golden hoops dangling from his ears. His hair, the only bit of fur he allowed on his body, was getting to be too long so he needed it cut quickly.

Stephen saw his favorite hair stylist already busy with another customer. Not good. Now he had to wait. He hated waiting. When the customer was finally done it was already 10 AM. Unacceptable. His favorite stylist finally saw him and happily waved him over to her chair. Colier hid his disappointment behind a fake smile and walked up to the lovely vixen. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her butt against his waist so it looked like they were being intimate.

He whispered <You kept me waiting half an hour since I got here. You know how I HATE when people make me wait when I have important engagements to make. Now I only have time for a quick snip, so do your work like I know you can.>

He moved away from the vixen, sniffing his fingers which had held her crotch as he scolded her. He took his seat in her chair and the now incredibly uncomfortable vixen just did her job, not wanting to be embarassed like that again.

When she was done, Stephen kissed her then paid her tip. He looked in the mirror.

<You always know exactly how to make me more beautiful, my dear.>

He gave her his card and told her to meet him at the address on it on her weekend off. He would give her "a real tip" then. He winked then walked back out, checking his watch. He still had plenty of time.

Stephen got in his limo and told the chauffeur to go to his next destination. The vehicle pulled up in front of a small nondescript building. He told his driver to go fill up on gas while he took care of something. The limo drove off and Colier stepped inside the building. From the smell, the low lighting and the moaning heard through the paper thin walls, it was a brothel. He took off his jacket and a girl took it for him. The poodle walked up to the girl at the front desk.

<Hello, is Misha in today?>

The mouse replied in English. "Why yes she is, though her brother had just stopped for a visit so you may have to wait."

Colier flinched. "I hate waiting, tell me where she is, I'll go there right now."

The intimidated mouse meeped and gave him direction. He promptly went there.

He came up to a door numbered 230. He had begun to open the door when he caught the scent of...

<Oh my.>

The poodle looked around to see no one was around then he kneeled down, pushing the door open a slight bit and almost felt like blowing his load right then and there from what he saw. It was a male wolf with his arms and legs tied to the bedposts while a wolfess rode his cock; she bore similar facial features even the same patch of white fur on her chest as her brother did. Stephen closed his palm over his muzzle as he watched the little incestuous scene taking place. He felt himself becoming aroused, especially when he saw the obvious signs of climax in the male's expressions. Stephen had always wanted to screw a female mere seconds after another male had just finished with her. He opened the door so he could enter then shut and locked it. Neither occupant even noticed. He walked up and grabbed the wolfess' D-cup breasts from behind.

<Hello, Misha. How's big brother treating you?>

Misha yipped in surprise almost falling off her brother when the black poodle grabbed her so. Her brother growled at seeing another male touching his sister. Stephen merely looked at the wolf as he casually pulled Misha off of her brother's cock rocket, leaking warm seed as she was pulled into a deep kiss with Colier. Her resistance only lasted a few seconds before she wrapped her arms around her favorite customer. He broke the kiss, groping her full breasts as he looked at the pitiful wolf who while much bigger than him, was powerless to stop him due to still being tied to his sister's bed.

<Ivan, I'm going to fuck your sister, and you'll get to watch every second.> Stephen replied as he stuck two fingers hard up the wolfess' moist, creamy cunt making her moan, her scent invading both male's nostrils.

Stephen ordered Misha to move a chair over to the bed's side. She complied. Her brother was big, but she loved how narcissistic and crude Stephen could be when he was horny. He instructed Misha to kneel by the chair while he undressed. The poodle walked up to the wolfess sporting his own red cock rocket which while not as big as the wolf's; it was still very thick and sported a pair of balls that looked like black kiwis. He presented his cock to Misha who promptly went to work licking his tapered dog member up and down with that big wet tongue of hers. Ivan whined in Russian as he saw his little sister being so obedient to such an effeminate male. Misha heard her brother's pleas but kept going. She closed her mouth around Stephen's doghood. He petted her between the ears as she bobbed her head expertly on his shaft. The poodle meanwhile locked eyes with his other victim, Ivan. He grinned a cruel toothy grin as the other male could only watch in despair as Colier took the sister's muzzle. The poodle grunted when he felt pre spurt from his tip. He pushed harder on the female, wanting to fill her so her mouth would smell and taste of him when he ordered her to kiss her brother. His wish would soon be granted. Stephen groaned heavily as his heavy black balls unloaded their investment into the wolfess' mouth. Misha held her place gulping waves of the dominant male's healthy seed. Obediently, she pulled away when his orgasm subsided. Stephen gave her his cruel order which even she thought was too far. Those cold un-feeling eyes quieted her protests.

Misha got up, walked up to her brother then leaned in for a kiss. Ivan eagerly took it, not caring that he was tasting another man's sperm in doing so. The siblings indulged in a deep loving kiss until Stephen grabbed her tail then pulled her off. He kissed Misha more forcefully, grinning that some of his semen was still in there. Stephen sat on the chair, which had been positioned right where Ivan would have to turn his head to look. Misha reluctantly said for her brother to look. He complied with a tear in his eye, his cock aching from continued arousal. Stephen roughly pulled Misha down on his cock, holding her in a way that she'd be facing toward Ivan the whole time. Ivan whined even more as he watched the poodle's cock disappear into his sister's hole. Colier persisted in his kiss with the wolf female while he repeatedly plowed himself up into her passage, widened sufficiently by having her brother in her, warmed by his potent seed. This allowed Stephen plenty of room to play with.

Misha forgot about her brother as the male inside her kissed her so passionately and groped her breasts, teasing the nipples till they hardened then pinching them tight between two fingers. Stephen's thick 9 inch shaft hilted in her each time he thrust up, pushing his fat knot in then pulling out so it would not have time to swell in her. He did this many times to tease her, make her moan more desperately in to their kiss. Ivan's own 12 inch monster only twitched painfully with no relief available as he saw the other male's heavy balls press against his sister's groin each time the poodle filled her tight canyon with his cock. Finally, Stephen popped his wide knot inside Misha's pussy, allowed it to swell up, lock himself to her. He panted into his kisses with the wolfess as he filled her belly with his potent puppy potion. Misha broke the kiss howling her own orgasm, her pussy clamping around the poodle's bulb and milking his cock of its fresh cream. Ivan moaned, broken as he tried pitifully to imagine himself being in there, possibly impregnating his own sister instead of this smaller insignificant male who was seeding her at the moment.

Stephen pulled Misha from his still spurting shaft then held it up so he covered the brother in his cum. Misha watched through the haze of her own afterglow as Stephen climbed on the bed with her brother. Stephen now definitely saw the difference in their heights now that they were next each other. Colier had always had pride at being the tallest member of his family at an intimidating 6'4. But next to this behemoth wolf, he was a chihuahua. Ivan appeared to be at least 7', the poodle looked on the wolf's belly where his seed covered the other male. Then he looked at Ivan's cock. Stephen grinned then he licked the head of the shaft. Ivan groaned at someone finally touching him there, but despaired at it being this male and not his sister who only watched as the male who'd just mated her began orally pleasuring her brother's neglected meat. Stephen opened his mouth as wide as he could then brought himself down on the other male's sensitive cock. Then, he began stroking Ivan's heavy balls as he began to bob his head on the thick meat. Ivan groaned as the smaller male's warm mouth enveloped his cock. Stephen couldn't get the whole thing down, though. Wolves were notorious for just being too damn big. He had to work with what he could get. So he did. In a matter of minutes, the big alpha male's sack shrunk sufficiently as heavy loads of his cum spewed forth. Stephen pulled off in time to allow himself to be practically bathed in the monster wolf's heavy payload. The poodle then laid on top of Ivan and locked lips with him as he brushed some seed off on the other male.

Ivan did not even fight back the canine tongue which invaded his mouth, his own tongue wrestling freely with the other male not caring anymore that this male had just fucked his sister.

Later, after cleaning up, Stephen left the brothel to find his driver waiting patiently for him. Stephen checked his watch it was now 12 o' clock; almost time for his important meeting. He got in the limo, pilfering a cigar from his mini bar. The driver closed the door, laughing when his rodent nose picked up the smell of sex from his master. He shook his head then got in and drove off.

That afternoon.

Stephen arrived at the restaurant. It was one of those big fancy restaurants where one had to make reservations in advance before even coming. The poodle greeted the maitre'd.

<Good afternoon, good sir. Is my mother here yet?>

The maitre'd nodded and led the black poodle to a table where an even darker female poodle sat smoking a cigarette from a holder. She dressed in a silver evening gown which was a great contrast against her still very attractive feminine body.

<Mom.>

He smiled. She put out her cigarette then got up to hug her son.

<Oh, Stephen.>

She kissed Stephen, then they sat down. The pair spent most of the time recollecting on old times. eventually, they got down to her reason for having to meet with her child so suddenly. Celia sighed as she tried to think of the words then just decided to let it out.

<The doctors have confirmed... I have cancer.>

Stephen blinked. <Oh dear, mother.>

She shook her head. <You don't have to worry your pretty little head, my boy. You know your mother's got too much fight in her to let some little six-letter word get her down. Besides, I'll be turning sixty in a few years now, I've lived long enough. My only regret is that I never got to see grandchildren.>

Stephen lowered his head. Now he saw where this was going.

<Stephen... are you gay?>

He laughed uncomfortably. <What? Mother, why do you ask this? Yes, I occasionally enjoy other men, but I'm bisexual, I prefer women.>

Celia looked at her only progeny. <Then why? Why have you never married? Look at you, 31, on top of the world, you still have no queen to share the top with.>

Stephen joked <You know I'm not so keen on sharing, mother.>

Celia sighed <Don't laugh, your mother is sick, will probably die somewhere in the next two years and I'll still not have any grandchildren to spoil at Christmas time. Now, I've found a girl.>

Stephen shook his head and stood up. <Oh, you are not fixing me up with some girl just so I can put a pup in her. You know what I want, I want a girl who could love me, accept me for what I am behind the magazines and behind the glamour. I want a wife that would love me for myself and not because I'm wealthy.>

Celia nodded. <I understand, Stephen, but at least look at this girl, keep your options open.>

She placed a photo of the girl on the table. Reluctantly, he took it. The girl in the photo was a poodle like him, only all white, as opposed to his all black.

He sighed. <She is beautiful. Perhaps I will meet her. You can set the date.>

Celia smiled as her son helped her stand. <Thank you, Stephen. You know, whether or not you do marry, I'm still proud of you and where you've gotten yourself.> She kissed his cheek.

Stephen helped his mother outside. He refused to let her take the taxi, though. He outright insisted she ride home with him. Touched by his generosity, she accepted.

The limo pulled up on the driveway of Stephen Colier's mansion. His mother had been to it before but she still marveled at its size.

<You see how big that is and still you have no wife or son to walk with you in there?>

Stephen rolled his eyes playfully at her constant prodding. The driver opened the door, mother and son got out together, arm in arm like they were dating. Stephen paid the rodent chauffeur his tip for the day's work. "Good driving today, Carlton." He complimented in English.

The British rat chuckled "Think nothing of it."

Once inside the mansion, Celia continued to gaze at her surroundings. <To think all those years you told me as a puppy you wanted to be a model, I'd just laugh it off. Look at this now.>

Stephen chuckled. <Yet, you were there every step of the way once I got my scholarship, I couldn't have done it without you, Mom.>

He kissed her again, though less of a son's kiss and more of a boyfriend's kiss. She reciprocated with an even less familial kiss of her own.

Later that evening, Stephen and Celia sat together to eat a dinner, not anything big, though. Both had to be conscious of their weight. As they ate, however, Stephen's young otter maid had come in to clean the windows. Celia could not help noticing the way her son watched the young female. She waited until the otteress was out of earshot.

<So that's the sort of thing you're after these days.>

Stephen grinned and nodded. <Young, fresh, virgin meat.>

His mother grinned similarly showing where Stephen got his kinky streak from.

<You are your father's son, Stephen. I remember nights that man would come home stinking of another female's heat, then we'd sit together while he described his ordeal, then we'd make love with her perfume still fresh on him, until he filled me up enough to make twenty more puppies. Good thing that man got a vasectomy after we had you, though, then I don't think we could've had as happy and open a marriage as we did.>

Celia crossed her legs to hide her moistness from the memories of her late husband. <What about you, son? Who was the girl you came in smelling of today?>

Stephen chuckled, not at all trying to hide the tent in his pants. <You smelled that? Damn, I thought I showered well enough.>

His mother reached over and pinched her son's cheek. <We're dogs, Stephen, you forget how good our noses are.>

The poodle nodded. <Alright, then. Well the girl you smelled was a wolf, I had her just before I came to see you Mom. I walked in and caught her in mid coitus with her own brother, she had him tied to a bed in this brothel house and... I walked in and I pulled her off the big wolf and made him watch as I made her moan until I filled her.>

Celia shifted in her seat turned on by her son's exploits. <Cuckolding, Stephen? You are truly your father's son. That was his favorite of all his little games. He'd lay girls and make their lovers watch. Sometimes he'd have me along, I would do reverse with some lonely husband while he had his way with the wife. We were swingers, boy, it kept our marriage and our love for each other alive. I loved that man.> She shed a tear at the memory of her husband.

Stephen got out of his seat and embraced her. <Shh, Mom, I'm here now.>

Mother and son embraced in the empty dining room before looking deeply in each other's eyes. Celia brushed a stray hair from her handsome son's face.

<Do you remember the game we used to play when your father wasn't home?>

Stephen stared back at his mother with love in his eyes. <Vividly.>

Stephen led Celia to his bedroom, locking the door once they were both inside. Both Colier poodles danced together as they kissed and rubbed each other. Stephen broke his kiss with his mother to see her again. She looked up to her beautiful son who looked every bit like her husband. She shivered when she felt the zipper in the back of her dress being pulled down. Her son rolled down the straps to her dress, unveiling the very breasts he once used to feed from. The poodles kissed and danced further as more clothing was discarded. Within a few short moments, mother and son were still standing, pressed together in their nudity, her son's fat sheath pressed against her belly, every bit as thick as her late husband.

Stephen picked his mother's naked form off the floor and laid her upon his bed. She eagerly moved back allowing her boy a free glance at the woman who gave birth to him. He admired her as much as he loved to see her. Her silky smooth black fur, her soft black skin beneath the fur, her hazel eyes, her full D-cup breasts, not a hint of age showing in any part of her. As he climbed on the bed to join his mother, his eyes wondered down to her pussy. He saw her warm pink flower from which he'd bloomed thirty-two years ago and her tight pink pucker just beneath. He saw far more of his own mother than any son normally would, in fact, he remembered times he would sneak out of bed to watch his mother and father to watch them when they were intimate.

The first time he was caught, they simply found a chair for him so he could have a front seat experience watching his own father piston in and out of his mother with such ferocity before driving his knot in her and flooding her womb with seed. Now, as the son dragged his tongue over his mother's experienced pussy and suckled on her succulent clit, his mind continued to wander. He remembered the first time seeing his mother naked without his father being home. He was seventeen that time. She had gotten out of the shower nude with no robe to cover her as she always did back then. His own mother took his virginity on that day, Stephen became a man. Then, after his 20th birthday before he left home to go to modeling school in France, his father fell ill. The old man got to see his son go to one modeling show, before cancer took him at age 50.

Now, his mother, 58 years in age, she had cancer, their time together will be growing shorter, now Stephen wanted to help his mother feel loved one last time before they would part for good. This was the last thought in his mind before he thrust his full 9 inch shaft inside his mother's feminine passage. Mother and son moaned and contorted as they made love. He pistoned strongly in and out of his own mom's moist flower just as he saw his father do those years ago. His heavy black balls swung freely and smacked his mother's labia each time he thrust back in her. Twenty minutes of incestual bliss passed before the son's balls retracted starting his first orgasm of the night as he filled his mother with his warm essence, driving her into her own orgasm.

Stephen and Celia laid together as they took the time to recuperate, trading kisses. He rubbed his mother's tight belly as they waited for her to get her strength for another. Celia got up.

<Your mother still has her own needs to attend to son.> She remarked frankly upon getting out of bed to relieve herself.

After emptying her bladder, Celia started the shower, intending to get some of those old kinks out of her body. She got in and began washing herself. She cooed under the showerhead as the many droplets traced over her naked body. Stephen joined her shortly. She sighed as he rubbed soap over her black obsidian skin. Their sensual rubbing eventually boiled down to Celia leaning against the shower wall and lifting her tail for her son. Stephen eagerly accepted the invitation, thrusting full hilt inside her from behind while playing with her full breasts. His paws traced her full body as he mated his own mother. His paws on her hips, his paws tickled her clit each time he pushed in her. He howled his second orgasm of the night as his ropes of semen flowed through her clinching walls.

Mother and son went to bed together that night, neither got any sleep though, their renewed passions for each other drove them to make love a third time until both passed out in each other's arms from combined orgasms.

Stephen woke up the next morning to what would normally be an unusual sight in any other family. His mother had awoken before him and was stroking his sheath. <Still horny, Mom? Have you really not been with another man in so long?>

<No, after your father, I just could not continue our little games anymore so I've abstained aside from the occasional fingering since. I'm not getting any younger, Stephen, not every young man is attracted to a mature bitch my age.>

She trapped his cock between her black breasts and she began to bob her head on his member while rubbing it between her cleavage. She stopped upon tasting her son's pre on her tongue. She climbed up over him then cuddled with him. The tall male canine embraced his mother and kissed her. She broke the kiss then, when she had an idea.

<Let's do something to make this more fun, Stephen.>

Stephen cocked an eyebrow at her. <You mean more fun than living in sin with my own mother?> He remarked playfully.

She nudged him. <I was thinking, since your arranged date with that girl is not until another week, I could give you something really fun to pass your time with. That otter you were watching yesterday, what's her name?>

<Angel...>

His mother nodded. <Yes, Angel, invite her into bed with us, we can make her a woman together over this week, this other girl is also a virgin, you can practice with this Angel.>

He stared now at his mother, his cock twitching harder than ever at the thought of having Angel after weeks of lusting after her and his mother was encouraging him to deflower her as practice for his upcoming date.

<Have I told you how much I love you, Mother?> He remarked before laughing.

Downstairs in the maid's quarters, the otteress in question was deep in the middle of her own little wet fantasies. She herself had been attracted to her employer since she started working for him two months ago. She spent several of her off hours secluding herself so she could dream of the big black dog taking her and breaking her virgin seal, claiming her as his property then pouring his seed in her. She was this close to feeling herself burst when she heard her name being called.

"Angel!"

The otter was American and knew French well, but everyone still spoke to her in English to accommodate her.

She sighed in frustration. "Yes, Miss Coulter?"

The old ferret female walked in, barely giving the otteress time to conceal her shame. The otter stood with a fake smile.

The ferretess was not fooled. "Angel, Master Colier has asked for you to meet with him in his bedroom. He says he has a big mess there, needs his best new girl for the job, that would be you. Hurry up, and make sure you don't let yourself look like such a little floosy when you do it?"

"Yes, Miss Coulter, whatever you say." She fixed her maid skirt then hurried off with her cleaning equipment, muttering a few choice words about the old ferret out of earshot.

Angel arrived promptly outside the master's bedroom. She knocked politely on the door. <Master Colier, I'm here!>

Colier opened the door partway. <Great, my darling, please come in.>

Angel blushed at seeing the male she'd just been fantasizing about and hearing him call her darling. She marched right in obediently when the poodle opened the door for her. Her eager young eyes looked around for where this big mess could be until her ears heard the door close. She turned red in the cheeks when she saw the Master. He had locked the door. He stood a full minute letting her take in his form. He wore only his robe and it did absolutely nothing to hide the arousal beneath.

He giggled as he explained in English. "Angel, I must apologize for tricking you, there was no mess in here." He began to untie the knot which held his robe together. "But there's going to be one." He let his robe fall exposing himself to the 19 yr-old virgin. She gulped seeing her master's erection for the first time.

It wasn't like she'd never seen a naked male before, she had twin brothers six years older than her. She would often spy on them when they jerked off to internet porn, they never wised up. She'd watch in amazement when they would play a weird game of seeing who would cum first to the lesbian porn on their computers. From the enormous amounts of white she saw, their games often ended in draws. She was especially surprised on one particular night when she'd snuck into their room to find a lost toy of hers. She hid in the closet when she heard them come in, there she discovered her brothers' true secret. She watched through the shutter slates on their closet doors as her brothers kissed each other in the way she saw mom and dad kiss. She watched as they undressed then started stroking each other's pink shafts. She watched her brothers get in a 69 together and suckle each other's pricks, she remembered licking her lips wanting to taste her brothers and not knowing why. She definitely remembered her brothers taking turns doing each other in the butt until they both released that white stuff up their holes and on their tummies. They never knew she was there and they went off to college the following year so she never got to ask them what they were doing.

Now, here she was 19, a little more knowledgable in male needs and she was staring down at her employer's cock like it was a viper about to bite her; bite her and inject her with that wonderful white stuff she saw on that day. Master Colier snapped his fingers near her eyes. This snapped her out of her memories.

"Angel, you'd been standing there for the last five minutes, was it that shocking for you to see your own boss naked?"

Angel attempted to speak but only a little squeak escaped.

Colier smirked. <That's a little better than just staring I guess.>

The poodle petted the otteress making her blush at being touched by a naked male.

"Angel, I'm going to be straight forward with you. I've lusted for you since you got here and now I've decided to act on that lust. Now, you don't have to submit just now if you're not ready, just know that once I get started... you won't be able to stop then."

Angel looked up at him in awe as she heard her employer admit to being attracted to her- no! Lustful towards her for these past two months. What a coincidence. She had spent so long watching him when he'd been watching her.

"You... want me... to have sex with you, Master?"

He chuckled. "Yes, but not in such plain words."

He walked around Angel until he was behind her. She stood stock still waiting for him to make a move. He lifted her skirt and grinned at what he saw. She blushed as she realized that she had forgotten to put her panties back on before making the rush up here. Master was now looking right at her virgin holes, her tailhole and her pussy, poorly hidden behind that rudder tail of hers. She was 5'2, dwarfed significantly by her boss who stood at 6'4. He crouched low behind her and pulled her skirt up higher. He leaned in until his cold dog nose pressed against her barely touched slit. She squeaked from the sudden touch to her most private and sacred of places. Colier dropped her skirt back down then got up.

"You make cute noises, Angel. You're going to be fun." He snapped his fingers for someone to join them. "Take your clothes off then get in bed, Angel."

The otteress eagerly took off her maid uniform, then properly folded it and placed it to the side. Then, she unsnapped bra letting her teenage breasts go free. Finally, she crawled onto Colier's bed and waited. She looked up when she heard the bathroom open and she blushed again. An older looking poodle female stepped out in an open bathrobe. Angel watched the mature lady walk right up to the bed and then stand right at the foot of the bed, her body partly exposed. Colier grabbed the mature female's butt.

"Angel, this is my mother, Celia."

Celia cooed to her son's rough handling then bowed to the otteress. "Enchante, Angel. My son says much about you."

Angel curled her tail over her slit. "What's going on?"

Stephen sighed. "We both want to help you experience womanhood for the first time."

Angel stuttered in disbelief. "B-b-but she's your mom?"

Her mind traveled again back to her twin brothers who she saw together. It never occured to her that what they did was considered wrong because of them actually being related. Now, the idea of incest still seemed like such a taboo to her. Yet she just saw her master grab his mom in such an inappropriate way and she was being asked to participate with the both of them.

Celia sat next to the otter. "You're nervous?"

Angel nodded. "Y-y-yes. To tell the truth, I never even thought about having anything sexual with another girl."

Celia understood. "Same sex unions are rarely seen as acceptable, but we still do this because we enjoy it."

Angel nodded. "I guess that makes sense, I mean I saw my brothers once... I know boys did that to each other, but what could I do with another girl?"

The mature poodle lady gently pushed Angel back. "There is plenty." She kissed the otteress.

Angel meeped from the older lady kissing her. She half-expected her to taste like old people. But when Celia pushed her tongue in Angel's mouth, the otteress could do nothing but lick it back. Was this what kissing was like? Celia tilted her head and deepened the kiss. Angel moaned into the kiss when she felt the older lady's hands on her adolescent breasts. The poodle flicked the young girl's nipples with her thumbs, traced over them. Stephen, in the meantime, stuck two fingers in his mouth, then he stuck them inside his mother's cunny as she made out with the young girl making her moan in delight.

"Mother? Could you please show Angel what other things girls can do with their tongues?"

Mother cooed at being ordered by her son. She broke the kiss and whispered "Have you ever been licked in your pussy at least, little Angel?"

Angel blinked. "People can lick me there?"

Celia laughed. "Guess that answers my question."

She slid back until her muzzle was right over Angel's puss. She closed her mouth around the otter's clit and sucked it, making the girl squeak some more. Stephen watched with intent as his mother went down on the little otteress. He walked around and sat next to the squirming virgin.

"How does she feel, Angel?"

The otter squeaked. "She feels great."

"Angel, are you ready to feel a man inside you?"

She shrieked. "Yes! Take my hymen, Master, claim me!"

The poodle laughed then signalled for his mother to move. She did, walking off to find a nice chair to sit and watch.

Colier crouched over Angel, the otteress staring up with uncertainty.

"Are you sure you're ready? There's no going back once I get started."

Angel nodded, spread her legs. "Ready."

He laughed then lowered himself to Angel until his dog cock nudged at her untouched opening, moist but never used. He put one hand on her throat to hold her steady, held himself with his other hand. Slowly, he began to push in, spreading her muscles. He was three inches in when he came to her hymen.

"Ah, okay, here it goes."

Angel braced herself. Stephen pulled back, then thrust back in with enough momentum to break through her virgin seal. The otter squealed her pain when her master thrust in her two thirds of the way. He inched back and he waited.

"It's okay, the painful part is finished. Now is when you can start enjoying it."

He pulled out, letting her bleed out, wiping himself clean then he thrust back in. Slowly, the big male inched his way in, swiveling his hips to get inside her. The otter gripped the bedsheet and breathed through clinched teeth.

Finally, Master was all the way inside her. It felt like she'd stuffed a whole pickle up there. Colier began slowly making love to the deflowered otter and she began moving in time to take his thrusts. He soon found his rhythm and started taking her more expertly. Angel arched into every movement her master made. She spent all these past weeks dreaming about him, now she wanted to make him proud of her. Stephen picked up speed, stretching Angel even wider. Angel shrieked when she felt something bigger pushing in, something that felt like a baseball. She looked down and saw that Colier had stuck his knot in her. He wrenched his hips back pulling it back out with lewd pop.

"Oh wow..."

She muttered before he repeated this little action, pushing the otter into her first real orgasm. She dug her nails into his bedsheet, ripping it. Her pussy clinched tight around the poodle's cock. He decided to let her off easy for her first time. He stuffed his knot in her a third tme and this time stayed. The baseball-sized knot swelled, locking him inside Angel, and he released. Streamers of his fertile seed flowed through the young girl's cervix, bathing her insides.

The little otter looked up at her master with tears in her eyes. Stephen wiped them.

"What's wrong?"

She smiled. "Nothing, I've just never felt so good."

Stephen laughed and he kissed her. She opened her mouth so he could play with her tongue. They tongue-kissed for the next 20 minutes as they waited for his knot to go down. He pulled out of her when that happened. She put her hand down there between her legs and felt how wet, sticky and stretched she was. Stephen saw his mother, passed out with a distinct moisture between her legs.

He laughed. "I think we were too much of a show for Mom."

He turned to Angel. "Did you enjoy yourself, Angel?" She nodded, attempting to sit up. He helped her, holding her close to him. "Oh, yes I did. I really did." He nuzzled her. "How would you like to keep doing it? Anytime you want?" She blinked. "R-really?" He nodded. "Yes, not in the mornings like we did, though. At night time, after I'm done with my work, after you've finished all your maid duties, you could just come up here if you want and we could play some more." She felt her pussy twitch from that thought. "Yes. I want to keep playing with you forever, Master." He chuckled. "There's another thing. You don't have to call me master, that's like a slave thing, you're not my slave. You're too pretty to be a slave. You can just call me Stephen." She nodded. "Okay m- uh, Stephen. Anything else?" "Yes, next time, could you not tear up my sheets? These are very expensive, darling." She blushed. "I will try, you're just so good." He kissed her again.

"One more thing, next week. I will begin dating. Mother wants me to find a wife and have children with her so she can be a grandmother." "Oh? Then how will we be able to play?" "Discreetly. I was thinking once this girl trusts me enough, I'll show her a part of my world, who I am. If she's accepting of my ways, I might introduce her to you." "Even if you marry this girl?" "Even then. You must understand this about me. My mother and father were swingers. You know what that means? That means they had a very open marriage. They swapped sex with other couples, or my father would simply go out, have a girl, then come home and screw my mom raw. It kept their relationship alive, even after they had me. I will do the same with my own wife once I have her." He turned his head and kissed Angel. "Are you ready to go again?" She nodded. "Oh yes."

The following week passed by well for Stephen and Angel. Celia elected to stay out this time. She had her fun, now she wished to simply relax in her golden years.

On Friday of next week, Stephen's blind date took its course. The poodle walked into the restaurant dressed in some of his weekend best. The girl sat in waiting. <Good evening, my darling, it is great to meet you at last.> The white poodle female stood up an offered her hand to him. <Of course, Mr. Colier, I'm charmed to be served up as your future investment.> She retorted with a hint of sarcasm. He smirked at that. <Nice to see you have such a positive attitude about the situation.> The waiter walked up to them and they made their orders. Afterwards, they began small talk. <Well, you already know my name, my dear, I still don't know yours.> The white poodle nodded <It's Alicia and I'm glad you care.> She stuck her tongue at him.

The date continued on much like this. Stephen's words worked their magic as always and soon she like many girls he met fell to his charm. It helped that he got her quite tipsy on the wine. On the ride home, he had his hands all over her and she was not resisting him one bit. "Perfect." He whispered.

Upon getting home, he led her up to his bedroom and into his bathroom. Alicia giggled drunkenly as Stephen undressed her. He sniffed her, lapped her breasts, sucked her nipples. He crouched down below and sniffed her virgin pussy. He spread her and lapped at her warmth. She sighed and petted him as he tasted her untouched lips. He closed his mouth around her clit. Next, he undressed himself then invited her to indulge herself. She complied with no question. Alicia kneeled before Stephen then nuzzled his heavy black balls. She licked him thoroughly. Then, she opened her mouth and his cock went in. The female moaned as the male humped her face, his balls bumped her chin. He came, shot hot streams of his investment down Alicia's throat. She squeezed his balls happily to get every bit of what he had in store.

He led her to his bed next. He lapped eagerly at the drunken female's pussy while his internal strength quickly returned. She climaxed, he drank her juice. Then, he climbed up on her. He thrust in her, broke through her hymen. Alicia sobered up from that pain. She saw the black poodle over her, she saw their bodies joined at the hips. Her heart began to race even as Colier kissed her to calm her. He began to mate with the deflowered female and she accepted her fate. By the time he first released in her, she had started to enjoy his slow, yet forceful dominance over her.

He mated her multiple times through the night and the following morning. In the morning, he introduced her to Angel. Alicia was hesitant when she learned of her new lover's open lifestyle, but after a while watching him with the otter, she began to like it. Alicia was soon laden with the fashion mogul's first son and they wed.

Angel lived with them, sharing the bed with the poodles until she herself met a handsome male otter to display her talents to. Their threesome became a foursome, even when Angel found herself a mother as well, the otters and poodles remained together in Colier's mansion as one extended family.

Celia surpassed her foretold date, she lived on into her seventies before cancer took her to rest with her husband. In her final years, she saw three grandchildren. In the end, she died with a smile.