FSE

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formerly SoFurry search engine

It seemed really weird to wake up before noon, but there I was with my eyes wide open, listening to the morning birds chirping outside my window. I glanced over at the clock by my bed, and I really couldn't believe that it was only eight. Why was I awake so early? I thought that I could go back to sleep, but as I rolled over and pulled the covers up to my ears, sunlight filtered into my room, landing right on my face. I could only sigh. I doubt I could have gone to sleep even if I tried.

I leaned up and slowly stretched, reaching my arms up to the ceiling and letting out a soft sigh. I had been stiff for far too long. I'm not sure if I even moved last night. My dog Drake felt me shift, and he lifted his head, perking his ears up into the air. His whip-like tail began to wag, and I snickered. He wanted to be pet. So, I moved my paw forward and stroked his head and ears. He was laying at the foot of my bed, and he took up the entire end. He was rather large for a Great Dane, but I didn't mind one bit.

"Hey Drake. How's my big boy?" I asked, smirking as he licked my paw.

Some people thought it was strange for a family of felines to have a feral Great Dane. I think it was because of his size. They often commented on how much he must eat on a daily basis, but they had no idea what I did with my Dane or what he _really_ate on a regular basis. To most people, I was just an innocent calico kitty that always smiled at strangers and made straight A's in school, but I knew myself much better than that. I was addicted to the way Drake made me feel, and only one other person in the whole world knew my secret--my father.

"Want to get some food?" I asked, biting my bottom lip.

I mean, if I was going to wake up early, I might as well start my day right. I didn't really remember my dream from the night, but it must have been good, because my lower lips were already slightly wet. No need in wasting that right? I kicked the covers off of my legs and watched as Drake perked his ears up even further. Sometimes I think he could understand me, or he at least understood what I wanted. He crawled forward on the bed, and I smirked, opening my legs. Of course I was naked. I never slept any other way, and it came in handy for times like those.

"Want to play with me?" I asked in a seductive voice.

I really wanted to play with him, but just as Drake rubbed his nose against my wet lower lips, I heard my mother walking down the hallway in her high heels, clacking away against the hardwood floor. Quickly, I pulled the covers back over my body, curling up into a ball and pulling the blanket to my ears. I closed my eyes, and Drake laid his head down onto the bed, letting out a soft whimper. I think he had been just as excited as me.

My mother opened the door, and clapped her hand on her thigh. "Come on Drake. Let's go outside."

She had come to let Drake out to use the bathroom, and Drake slowly and hesitantly got up. In a few seconds, they were both gone, and I let out a loud huff of agitation. It wasn't really a problem though. My mother and father would leave, and I would get to stay home and enjoy my feral alpha. I was just being dramatic.

I decided to get out of bed. Of course, I put on a pair of black panties and an old Domino's t-shirt that used to belong to my father before I headed towards the kitchen for breakfast. My father was already in the kitchen, and that was a surprise.

"Morning daddy." I said in a seductive tone, and he glanced up, smirking. He seemed to like my shirt by the way his eyes danced all over it.

"Morning baby girl." He was eating eggs and bacon, but he seemed more interested in what I could put on the table. It had been that way ever since he took my tail.

Reaching over the table, I stole some bacon and toast, putting the bacon on top and munching the makeshift sandwich.

"What are you doing up so early?" My mother's voice came from the living room. She made her way into the kitchen, and I smiled.

"Just couldn't sleep I guess. You off to work?"

My mother nodded and glanced at my father with a passing notion. They weren't really getting along lately. My mother had stopped giving my father any sexual favors for almost a year now, and as a result, he took the first opportunity he had with me. Now, he wasn't chasing her ass, and she hated that fact. She often told me so. I always thought she was a stupid bitch for being mad when she wouldn't put out in the first place, but that was just my opinion.

"Bye Thomas. I won't be back for dinner. I'm going out with some friends from the office, and I may just get a hotel room if I drink too much." She said, fixing the sleeve of her suit outfit. I think she was trying to make my father jealous. It didn't seem to be working though.

"You could just get a cab and come home." My father replied, eyeing her as he took another bite of bacon. I could practically feel the tension rubbing against my skin, giving me goosebumps.

"Yeah, I guess I could, but I want to be with my friends tonight." She replied, picking her purse up off the counter.

"Be safe."

That was all my father said before he went back to eating his breakfast. My father may have been older, but he was still needy like a dominant male should be. He loved getting pleased, and once I could hear my mother's car back out of the drive way, his eyes flicked to mine. He was a jet black feline, and he reminded me of panther with the way his tail twitched and his eyes darted over me constantly. It almost made me feel like his prey, and he was the hunter.

"I have something fun planned for you today." He said, picking up his plate and putting it into the sink. His large boots padded over the floor, and I blushed, feeling my heart rate already speeding up. He had that effect on me. Good thing I finished breakfast.

"What is it?" I asked, smirking as he stepped closer and wrapped his large arm around my waist.

He pulled my body close to his, and I almost lost it. Seriously, my head was spinning around in circles just from the way his strong, built chest pressed to mine. My mother was an idiot. She had to be.

"It's a surprise, but you'll love it. I know."

"I love anything you give me." I replied, looking up at him.

My lower lips were already starting to tingle. I was easily aroused. He knew that. I knew that. I'm pretty sure everyone knew that, but I still loved it. He wasn't going to say another word about my surprise, but as my hips pressed to his groin, I could already feel his hardening member through his jeans. I knew I would love his idea.

Most days my father went to work as a lawyer, but today, he was going out with some of his friends. To me, he looked just as handsome as if he was wearing a suit. Before I could think anything else, he lifted my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

"Go downstairs, alright?"

"Yes sir."

The basement? He wanted me to go downstairs into the basement. My heart really was racing now. What was down there? I honestly couldn't remember the last time I had been in the basement. What was down there the last time? I could only remember stacks of Christmas decoration boxes. I didn't argue though, and as I walked to the stairs, I turned on the light that lead downstairs.

I got to the bottom of the stairs and let out a soft gasp. The basement had been completely cleaned out. There were only five boxes pushed up against the wall in the far corner. Other than that, most of the floor was bare. There was a small mattress in the corner diagonal to the boxes, and I blushed hard. What would we need a mattress down here for? It was chilly even though there were no windows and the only other items in the room were the water heater and the desktop computer that my father had once used to watch porn. I remembered that computer well. I spent a lot of time searching through websites on that, but before I could walk over to it, my father began to descend the stairs.

He was holding a small, black box. It reminded me a lot of a wooden shoe box, but I knew that there were no shoes in there. It was something more fun. I just didn't know what. He approached me, holding the box happily in front of him as if he was about to give it to me.

"I'm going fishing with some of my friends today. I probably won't be back until late afternoon. I can't have you in the house with Drake all alone, because I know what you both will be doing all day."

He smirked, and I bit my bottom lip. He was right. I couldn't argue with that. I would be letting Drake mate me all day long until I was sore and aching. My father knew it, and I definitely knew it.

"I'm sorry daddy." I said innocently. My tone made him shiver.

"No, you're not, and I love that." He replied, lifting my chin with his index finger.

He leaned down and pressed his lips hard to mine. They were so full and felt complete against me. I kissed him deeply, moving my lips with his, opening my mouth to allow his long, hot tongue to enter my mouth. He wrapped his tongue with mine, pulling me closer to him. My soft moans drifted into his mouth, and as he let me go, I whimpered. I really didn't want my body to leave his.

"You're right. I'm not sorry daddy." I whispered, swaying my wide hips back and forth to tease. There was a wet spot forming in my black panties, and the hem of my father's shirt was brushing against my thighs.

"Turn around baby girl."

I did as I was told. I turned around and faced in the opposite direction. I was staring at the cinderblock wall and the mattress on the floor. I could hear the black box opening behind me, and I raised my tail into the air, wondering what the box held for me. I could hear something metal clanking together, and a sharp heat erupted in my cheeks. A lot of my blood was now filling my cheeks as I blushed, and my father reached forward and took my wrists into his large hands. There was something cold in his hands, and as he pulled my arms back, the metal wrapped around my left wrist.

He was handcuffing me! He was actually putting police-grade handcuffs around my wrists, and he snapped them shut.

"W-What are you doing?" I asked. I had never been handcuffed before, but the feeling of being helpless actually turned me on. It was bad. I knew it shouldn't have, but I couldn't help it.

He didn't answer me. He simply moved my hair from my left shoulder and began kissing my exposed neck. His lips trailed over my neck and down to my shoulder, making my body tingle and my nipples harden. He seemed to be enjoying this just as much as me, because he was purring; It sounded like a deep rumble coming from his chest.

"Bend over."

His voice was stern, and I quickly did as he said. I bent forward, but I didn't hear his belt moving or his pants sliding off. I only heard the black box snapping shut and a soft hum. My father hooked his fingers into my panties, sliding them down until they were in the middle of my thighs. My pussy and ass were completely exposed now, but I still didn't hear his pants shifting.

"Daddy--"

"Don't talk." He said quickly. I could hear his breaths becoming more rapid. I knew he was getting turned on just from staring at my pussy. So, I slowly swayed my hips back and forth, making my pussy sway from side to side, and as I looked back over my shoulder, I could see his eyes following my swaying lower lips.

I didn't say anything though. I wouldn't disobey. It was then that I felt something vibrating against my lower lips, and I let out a soft gasp. It was a small vibrator that would fit snuggly inside my lower lips. I knew, because it was mine. I loved using it to get myself wet and then let Drake lick me, but I had no idea that my father knew about it. I kept it hidden in my pantie drawer.

My father began pushing the toy forward, making it fill my lower lips. I moaned softly, feeling the low setting vibrations tickling my walls. The toy was barely stretching me, but I loved the way it felt. It was meant to be small, but the vibrations were powerful and could make any female scream. My father pushed the toy inside until only the hilt was showing, and he twisted the knob on the end, forcing the toy to vibrate wildly inside me. It was on the highest setting, and I let out a loud moan of pleasure. He quickly pulled my panties back up, forcing the toy to stay inside me no matter how I moved or wiggled. I protested by swaying my hips faster, trying to force the toy out of my walls, but it wasn't working.

Suddenly, my father pushed me down onto my knees with his large, forceful paws on my shoulders. My knees landed softly on the mattress, and my father pointed down toward the floor, showing me what he wanted. I obeyed and laid down onto my back, laying on top of my hands that were tightly cuffed behind me and opening my legs. The toy pressed harder to my walls in this position, and I let out a loud gasp, wiggling my hips back and forth as the toy danced inside my pussy.

He had something in his hands again. No, it wasn't just one thing. He was holding three smaller clips. They were metal with plastic coating on all the ends. I wondered what he would be using those for, but he slowly dropped down to one knee and gripped my panties with his right paw, pulling them down to expose the front of my pussy. He then used his other hand and slipped the clip in between my dripping lower lips, clamping it with precision onto my swollen and excited clit. The clip had bumps on the clamp, causing the bumps to vibrate from the vibrations of the toy in my pussy. I began to wiggle, thrashing back and forth to try to knock the clip off, but it wouldn't budge. My father let go of my panties, allowing them to snap back into place, trapping the clamp and the toy.

"Daddy p-please take them out!" I begged, blushing a deep red. I didn't really want him to stop. I just knew he loved to watch me beg. He reached back down, making me think he was going to take the clip off, but he began rubbing the clip through my panties, moving it from side to side and even tugging it gently, making me cry out in pleasure.

He continued to stay silent, saying absolutely nothing, and I watched as he lifted my shirt over my breasts and clamped the other two clips onto my nipples with a harsh snap. Each snap made me arch my back and curl my toes. There was a smile on my father's face, and he lowered my shirt, making the clamps tug on my nipples as they were pushed down by the fabric.

"You're going to lay here until I get home. Feel free to climax as much as you want. It will only make you tighter. When I get home, that's when the real fun will start. Until then, enjoy yourself."

"D-daddy don't leave me here to suffer!" I called out, blushing as my nipples began to throb. My breasts were rising and falling with my deep breaths, causing the clamps to move slowly, tugging my nipples as they did. The Clamp on my clit tugged with every buck of my hips, and I could already feel a climax starting to build.

The only response I got was a smirk before my father walked back up the stairs. He was leaving me in the basement to wiggle and moan. I had no idea when he would be back. He shut the basement door behind him, and I shivered, feeling my nipples hardening and my pussy beginning to tighten as wetness dripped from my lower lips and coated my panties.

I could hear claws tapping across the floor. My father had let Drake into the house before he left, and Drake was now scratching at the door, sniffing under the bottom. He wanted inside.

"F-Fuck..." I whispered, trying not to move. The more I moved, the more the clamps seemed to tug and the toy seemed to move, but I couldn't stay still. I really couldn't keep my hips from bucking or my legs from rubbing together. Everything felt so good.

I closed my eyes, laying back onto the mattress and simply enjoying the sexual feelings. My walls were tight around the toy, making the vibrations radiate throughout my entire lower half. I smiled, biting my bottom lip and spread my legs as wide as I could. I then rolled over onto my stomach, gasping as all three clamps seemed to tighten. I began rubbing back and forth on the mattress, shivering as the clamps tugged and pulled against my nipples and clit, moving in all different directions.

"Oh fuck yes!" I squealed, feeling my thighs already becoming wet from my juices.

I rubbed against the mattress harder. The clamps continued to tug, but they never moved. There was no way I could get them off of me, and I really didn't want to. My pussy was dripping, and as I rubbed my hips against the mattress harder, the toy inside my pussy began dancing harder against my g-spot. My toes curled, and I knew I would cum soon.

Drake began to bark, scratching harder at the door, and I smirked, simply enjoying myself.

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How long had I been in the basement? I wasn't really sure. All I knew was that it had to be hours. It could have been two, three, maybe even four, but it had been long enough. I was laying on my back now, shivering from the way my body ached. At the beginning, I had been excited at the way the clamps and toy made me feel, but now, I wanted them off of me. My nipples had become swollen only to be pinched by the clamps. They were now throbbing with every beat of my heart, and my clit felt as if someone was flicking it every time my heart rate increased.

"Ooooh!" I moaned out, but no one could hear me.

Drake had given up long ago and laid down by the door. I could barely make out his shadow under the door frame, and he shifted every few minutes. My hands were numb. I couldn't lay on my stomach anymore. I couldn't even lay on my side without the clamps falling over and tugging my nipples and clit once more. The toy was still vibrating in my sore lower lips, still dancing away. I had prayed the batteries would give out after my tenth climax, but I had no such luck. It was still tickling my aching walls with full force. I had came so much that my lower half was drenched along with the mattress. I had lost count of my climaxes after ten. I just didn't see the reason to count them, because I had been in too much pleasure at the time. Now, I was in agonizing pleasure.

My hips were no longer obeying me. They were gently rocking, bucking back and forth against the mattress. It only made the toy rub against my g-spot harder, but I couldn't stop. My hands began to tingle, and I let out a loud moan as I rolled onto my side. I didn't want to lose feeling in my arms completely. So, I had no other choice but to turn over. As I moved, the clamps on my nipples fell to the right, and I let out a loud gasp as my nipples were tugged. The clamp on my clit fell to the right as well, making my body begin to shiver, but my hips continued to rock, bucking in slow and fluid motions despite my mind screaming for them to stop.

It was then that I heard his boots. They were smacking across the floor, but he wasn't moving quickly. He was taking his time. I let out a loud groan, begging him with my shivering body and loud moans to come downstairs and release me. I didn't think he was listening though.

"Daddy, please!" I called out. My voice was shaky and needy. That got his feet moving. He was walking towards the door. I knew it!

The door opened, revealing my father's strong frame as well as Drake and his wagging tail. Drake was growling, trying to shove past my father, but he walked into the basement and smirked, closing the door before Drake could enter. Drake began barking angrily, and my father snickered mischievously.

"There's my baby girl. How was your day?" He asked in a calm tone. He sounded so causal. It was almost like I had just walked in from school.

I simply whimpered, moving back onto my back and letting my hips buck. Luckily, my hands weren't tingling anymore.

"D-daddy please..." I whispered. "Let me go."

He didn't say another word. He simply walked over to the desktop computer and sat down in the cushioned role-chair, wiggling the mouse until the screen came to life. I glanced up, seeing myself on the screen, and I let out a soft gasp. There I was in the basement, shivering with my hips bucking. I rocked from side to side, and so did the computer version of me. I then looked off into the other corner of the room to see a small, blinking red light. I hadn't noticed it before, because I was in too much pleasure, but I suddenly realized that my father had been recording me all along.

"I've been watching you on and off all day long, and I must say, you're a dirty girl. I did love the way you rubbed against the mattress like that. I'm glad you did. It made you ache more than I had hoped. Didn't it?"

"Y-Yes..."

My father walked to the other side of the room, taking the camera off the tripod. He smirked as he walked over to me. It was a small camera only a little bigger than my cell phone, and it fit in the palm of his hand easily, but it seemed to get great footage, because I could see every detail of myself on the computer screen from the way my body was shivering to the crazy curls my hair had formed into from rubbing against the mattress. My father brought the camera closer to me, making my image grow on the screen. I could now make out the large wet spot that had formed under my hips.

"A-Are you recording me?" I asked, watching as the screen on the computer seemed to zoom to my lower lips, scanning over my soaked panties. I could see the toy poking against the fabric, vibrating inside me.

"Oh, yes I am, but I'm also streaming this live. You see, I told my friends what a beautiful sex-crazed little girl you were, and they didn't believe me. I decided to show them."

The thought of other males watching me like this made my pussy ache, and I blushed a deeper red, getting even more turned on. I shouldn't have been turned on by the thought of my father's friends watching me ache, but I simply couldn't help it. Maybe they were even touching themselves to the sight of me.

"Oh my god..." I whispered, feeling my pussy begin throbbing. I shouldn't have thought about that.

My father reached forward with his free hand and lifted the oversized t-shirt up over my breasts. He smirked, and as I looked to the screen, I could see my c-cup, perky and swollen breasts, but I could also see my nipples, and I let out a soft moan. They were such a dark pink, darker than I had ever seen them. They were also more swollen than I had ever seen them, and I knew from the way they throbbed like my lower lips how sore they were. My father reached forward and took the left clamp into his large paw.

"P-Please take it off..." I whispered, feeling my nipples continue to throb with my heart beat.

"Gladly." My father replied.

I thought he would just take the clamp off normally, but he began pulling the clamp slowly upward. I started to feel my nipple tug, and I let out a loud moan of pleasure and a bit of pain. My nipple was way too sore for that. My body began protesting, and I wiggled, trying to make him let go, but all I did was make my nipples twist around the clip.

My eyes were glued to the computer screen. My father had moved the camera right in front of my nipple. He was filming it getting tugged with the clamp, and as he pulled harder, I arched my back and moaned out to the ceiling, lifting my back completely off the bed before the clamp popped off, leaving my nipple free but sore. My father then reached for the second clamp, beginning to tug it upwards as well.

"Daddy! Please no!" I called out, but it was too late. He was already stretching my nipple upwards, tugging it further than he ever had. I think he was trying to make me feel a bit of pain on purpose. That thought excited me just as much as the clamp biting and tugging my nipple, and my hips gave a pleasurable buck at the thought.

I lifted my back once more before the second clamp came off with a loud snap. I was shivering now, but my father had already moved on to the third. He was giving me no time to adjust.

"Oh god no!" I called out loudly. It would be the worst.

My clit was already aching from the clamp, and when I say aching, I really mean it. My clit felt like a swollen nerve that was constantly being stroked and teased by the rhythms and vibrations of my toy. It had been vibrating for hours just like my walls, and my father wasted no time. He yanked my panties forcefully down to the middle of my thighs, exposing my pussy lips and swollen clit. He then took the third clamp into his large paws and twisted it to the left before twisting it back to the right. He did this several times, and each time I squeal to the ceiling, bucking my hips violently as my body shivered. He didn't take his time tugging the clit clamp like he did the others; instead, he pulled it quickly, making it snap off in an instant. I didn't even have time to scream. All my body could do was twitch as my clit was freed.

I was quivering now. Everything was sore, and the toy was still violently tickling my walls. My panties were still around my thighs, but my father twirled his fingers, making a circle motion in the air, meaning to turn around.

"Lay on your stomach, and take that shirt off." He demanded, and I obeyed, rolling over onto my stomach as quickly as my shivering legs would allow. I could hear my father moving around behind me, and I could also see the computer screen clearly. He had keys in his paw. He used his free paw to slowly un-cuff my hands. As my hands were free, I laced my fingers into the bottom hem of my shirt and lifted it completely off, throwing it into the corner to lay in a heap.

"T-Thank you daddy." I whispered, but he didn't say anything at first. I rubbed my wrists, seeing that they were red from grinding against the metal. They were sore too, but the real protest came from my nipples and clit as I laid on my stomach. They screamed in tingling pleasure, and I let out a soft moan myself, trying not to move on the mattress. I didn't want to rub them against the fabric. I looked up to the screen of my father's computer, and he was letting the camera scan over my tight, plump ass, getting the perfect picture.

"Look at this fine ass boys." He said, smirking as he rubbed his large paw over my ass, messaging it. I think that he was admiring it himself just as his friends were. "Lift up those hips and get into a tripod position for daddy."

I did as I was told. I lifted my hips slowly, widening my legs and laying my head onto the soft mattress below me. I moved my hands forward, letting them rest under my head. It felt good to have them free again. I turned my head to the left, watching the screen as my father held the camera right in front of my pussy. It was so swollen. My lips were puffy and throbbing, practically begging for a male themselves. My father slowly pet my lower lips, using his fingers to gently open them, showing the pink inside of my lips to the screen. I could only moan. My pussy was such a dark pink that it almost looked red. It was the color of a well fucked pussy, but in that case, it was a well teased pussy. Either way, it was sore and definitely hot.

My father slowly pulled the toy out of my lower lips, and I let out a loud sigh of relief. My aching walls were no longer getting tickled and vibrating violently. They were just left to throb and ache by themselves, tightening even more as the toy disappeared. My walls had tightened so much from the toy's teasing vibrations. I had never felt this tight before. I didn't even think I was that tight when I was a virgin.

"Damn, that is one sexy pussy baby girl. Ready to have it fucked for real?"

I gasped, blushing a deeper red. "God no Daddy. I'm too sore!"

That was the truth.

"Well, that's too bad. You wouldn't want to disappoint Drake would you? He's been waiting all day for this. You better stay in that position baby girl or I'll tie you back up and leave you down here all night."

"Y-Yes daddy." I whispered. I didn't want to be stuck all night with toys and clamps. My body absolutely wouldn't be able to take it, and the thought of Drake's cock entering me now made me shiver, because he was a large dog, and I was definitely going to stretch.

My father set the camera down onto the mattress and walked up the stairs. I could see the camera still filming in-between my legs. It was aiming forward, filming the bottoms of my round breasts as they were mashed against the mattress. I could watch my chest swell and release with each breath, and I wondered if my father's friends were rubbing themselves faster with the new view, wishing they were fucking me right now. I hoped they were.

My father opened the basement door just long enough to let the eager Dane through before he closed it again. It was true. Drake had been waiting all day for me. I had teased him this morning, and he had spent all day lying next to the basement door, listening to me moan and cry out.

He immediately ran down the stairs and went to my aching body. The camera shifted from side to side as drake's paws walked over the mattress before my father picked the camera back up and simply began to film what was happening. Drake pranced to my lower lips and pressed his nose directly to my aching lips. It was almost like my father had simulated a heat for him by over stimulating my pussy. I was red, soaked, throbbing, tight and very hot.

"D-Drake... please..." I whispered. "Please don't..."

He wasn't going to take no for an answer. His wide, long tongue began lapping at my sore lips, making me moan out and bite my bottom lip. With every lick, his tongue spread my lips and rubbed against the swollen walls, making me grip the mattress with my claws. It felt so good and yet so wrong at the same time. It was exactly what I had wanted that morning, but now, my pussy seemed to twitch with every lick. Drake began lapping as if he was drinking water, drenching my already soaked pussy in his warm saliva. I could see through the computer that Drake was already hardening, because his thick cock was bobbing in-between his legs in anticipation. He would soon fill me.

"Do you want Drake to fuck you?" My father asked, moving forward. He was now recording my face. I couldn't see the computer screen, but I know I had a look of pleasure stuck on my face from Drake's licks.

"Y-Yes I do. I want him to fuck me." I said, blushing hard. It was completely true. I wanted to be fucked by my dog no matter how filthy it was or how much my pussy would protest.

Drake seemed to understand, because he lifted himself up, mounting my wide hips. His paws were around my waist, and he adjusted his feet, moving his hips forward until I could feel the hot, pointed cock against my pussy entrance.

Drake was an alpha. If he thought I was in heat, he wasn't going to take it easy on me. I know, because he had taken advantage of me once before when I tried to deny him. He put me into my place, and I had loved every single second. Now, he started to move forward, pushing his thick head against my pussy harder. I let out a loud gasp, feeling his head push hard against my entrance without any give from my tightened inner walls. They weren't stretching for him.

I was completely soaked in juices and saliva, but my pussy walls were tightened so much that they were resisting Drake's protruding cock. I could feel him pushing forcefully against me, making me moan louder. He must have thought that I was trying to deny him on purpose, because he began to growl loudly, adjusting his feet and giving a hard buck of his hips.

"Oh Fuck!" I called out, feeling my walls beginning to stretch, but it wasn't enough.

"Better let the big boy in." My father said, stepping closer. He moved the camera close to my hips, letting everyone see how Drake's thick, throbbing member was straining to enter my tight pussy.

Drake let out a loud growl. He was becoming angry with me, and in one swift motion, he bit down into my shoulder, showing his dominance with a mating bite. I squealed to the ceiling, lifting my hips higher and laying my tail over my back. His teeth threatened to break through my skin, but he kept a firm grip no matter how I struggled. I could still see his thick, red cock trying to push inside me on the computer screen. It looked like he was throbbing in need, and I wanted to feel that throbbing shaft inside me. In agitation, Drake pushed harder, forcing his way into my aching and abused pussy until the head of his cock popped inside. Once the head was in, my pussy gave in, allowing him to hilt in seconds. My walls felt as if they were stretching impossibly far, and I began to cry out in pleasure and a bit of pain as my walls fit a Great Dane.

I could see the computer screen clearly now, and the way my pussy was stretching made me shiver. It looked strained, heated, and Drake seemed to know. He kept his jaw tightly locked around my shoulder with his teeth scraping my skin. His teeth were directly over the old mating bite scar from the first time he had mated me, and I knew he would renew it in time.

"Oh god yes!" I called out, gripping the mattress with my claws as Drake began to thrust. His hips were powerful, and they smacked hard against my plum ass, making my body rock forward as juices dripped onto the mattress.

The pointed head of Drake's cock was grinding on my cervix, and I began shivering under the large male, feeling his claws scraping at my hips as he tried to hold onto me.

"Tell daddy how much you love having a thick feral cock inside you." My father whispered, moving back so that he could record the whole scene.

"I l-love it daddy. I love getting fucked by Drake. I feel so dirty..." I whispered, moaning as drake pulled his member all the way out of my pussy before ramming back inside, making me scream in bliss for him.

"Can you feel how thick his dick is inside you?" My father asked.

I looked up at my father, looking directly into the camera and nodded. "Y-yes I can. It's almost t-too thick." I whispered, letting my eyes wander.

My father had a large bulge in his jeans, showing me that he was turned on just as much by this act as I was. Drake seemed to realize my attention wasn't on him, and he growled louder, tightening his jaw and giving a hard, dominating thrust into my pussy. The head of his cock rammed against my back wall, weakening the entrance to my womb.

"F-Fuck!" I screamed out, feeling Drake slam his hips harder against my plump ass. My attention was definitely on him.

His large, heavy sac was smacking the front of my pussy every time he pushed inside of me. I began to shiver under him, feeling another climax building in my sore, over-fucked pussy, but I wasn't sure I could even finish.

My father moved in front of my face, straddling the mattress. He reached down with his free hand and cupped my chin, forcing me to look up. I was staring directly into the camera lens. I could see my reflection in the glass. It was small, but it was there. My face was twisted in pleasure. My eyes were drooped a bit in bliss. My mouth was open to allow my moans to escape, and my father tightened his grip on my chin, tilting my head to the side to allow Drake's clamped jaw to enter the reflection in the camera.

"How does it feel to be lower than the house pet? You're the bitch to our dog. Nothing but his filthy breeder." My father said sternly, making sure I could only moan directly into the camera. I couldn't move. His friends would really be enjoying this, and that thought made a gush of juices coat Drake's cock and my thighs.

Drake growled as I tried to crawl forward, and he used his paws that were draped over me to hold onto my wide hips, mounting me with precision. I wasn't going anywhere, but my back wall was weakening. I could feel Drake forcing himself deeper and deeper with each thrust, and in a few seconds, his thick head pushed through my cervix, entering my hot womb. Drake let out a sound that resembled a groan. He must have felt himself enter, because his thrusts became harder, more dominating and needy. He wanted to fill me with pups, and my father continued to hold my chin up, making me scream and shiver for the camera.

"Oh god! Daddy make him slow down! He's going too fast." I screamed, feeling my stretched, overstimulated pussy starting to quiver. Drake's hard thrusts were driving me over the edge, and as I screamed in pleasure, my pussy tightened, trembling around the thick cock that penetrated my walls as juices squirted onto the mattress. My father was simply smirking now.

"Did you just cum for a dog you little slut?" He asked.

I honestly loved when he talked dirty to me. It made me feel so filthy but amazing at the same time, and I always told the truth. I never lied when he asked me something. It turned me on to admit what I loved, and as he let go of my chin, I shivered and stayed up on all fours. He moved behind me, slipping the camera in-between my legs and angled it upwards. The computer screen was then filled with the sight of Drake's cock disappearing inside of me. I could see as well as feel his swelling knot ramming against my entrance. It was too big to simply pop in and out anymore.

"I did! I came for him!" I said happily, extending my claws and letting them prick into the fabric of the mattress.

I laid my head onto the cool bed and began taking deep breaths. My body felt like a live wire. I'd never felt this alive before, never felt this energized in my life. I should have been tired. I should have been collapsing on the mattress below my knees, but I simply gripped the fabric with my claws, willing Drake to breed my womb with his pups; if that was even possible.

"Yes! Yes! Drake, breed my pussy." I moaned out, and Drake tightened his jaw, making me gasp as the sharp points of his teeth began to prick into my skin just as my claws were doing to the mattress. I extended my claws further, arching my back and digging them deep into the mattress. Drake did the same, sinking his razor sharp canines into my shoulder, refreshing my mating bite scar. I could only scream in pleasure. There was a bit of blood trickling down my shoulder, landing onto the bed below me, and the sight of it made me shiver, sending a thrill down my spine and straight to my lower lips.

"You're going to get tied baby girl. Ready for his knot?" My father asked.

The camera was still between my legs, filming as Drake's knot pounded against my entrance without penetrating me. Drake's thrusts were hard, making me stretch further and cry out in bliss. The camera even recorded several drops of my juices as they fell from my lower lips. If it was any closer, I know that it would have been covered in my wetness.

"I'm ready! I want your feral cum in my pussy!" I yelled, pulling the mattress hard with my claws.

I heard the fabric rip, but I didn't care. Drake gave one last thrust. It was the hardest I had received, and it caused his hips to ram painfully into mine, forcing his knot to penetrate my swollen pussy with a wet, sloppy pop. A loud moan erupted from my lips before I could even realize what was happening. My pussy walls had been stretched to fit his knot, and they continued to stretch as his knot swelled. He was reaching full size inside my pussy, and as I screamed, I felt my pussy walls twitch in protest to the amount of stretching. It forced my body over the edge, allowing me to climax one last time. My hips began bucking back and forth, making my walls grind against Drake's knot, but he growled and pushed his hips harder against mine, locking his softball sized knot into my walls.

It was then that I felt the gush. His hot, thick seed was filling my womb, soothing my weakened cervix and over-stretched pussy walls. I could feel his seed filling my womb, spilling inside me as if someone had turned on a faucet. The tip of his cock was throbbing, and I laid my head onto the mattress in bliss. It seemed as if he would never stop cumming inside of me. He filled me so much that I felt full. It was almost as if I had drank a gallon of water, but the water wasn't in my bladder, it was much thicker and swishing around inside my womb.

"D-Daddy I'm so full." I moaned softly.

My father reached between my legs, lifting his camera with a smirk. His pants were bulging in a full tent, showing that he had enjoyed himself just as I had. He was filming me, scanning over my entirely naked body.

"We're not done yet." My father whispered, biting his bottom lip in anticipation for what was to come next.

"W-What do you mean?" I asked, looking up at my father with helpless eyes. I couldn't stand anymore. I just couldn't.

My father didn't move. He simply stood with the camera in his right paw, trying to keep his left hand from trailing over to rub his throbbing cock. I could tell, because his left paw kept twitching. He would slowly lift it only to set it back by his side. I didn't know what was going to happen next, but Drake seemed to. He slowly released my neck, lifting his head high above me. I could see his muzzle out of the corner of my eye, and he was licking his maw. He began to step backwards, but his knot was still too large. He simply pulled my hips with him, making me scream out in surprise and agony as my walls protested. They were clenched tightly around his knot. They had squeezed his knot for every drop of cum he had, and now, he was trying to pull out.

"Oh god no! Please! Daddy make Drake stay!" I called out, gripping the mattress once more with my claws. I was trying to stay in place.

"Oh, I couldn't do that baby girl. You're his bitch. I'm not touching you." He smirked.

Was that what he wanted? He wanted Drake to pull himself out? Drake continued to buck his hips, tugging backward and making me shiver. His knot was locked--unmoving.

"F-Fuck..." I whispered.

Drake tried to pull back once more, but once again, my hips followed him, making me get dragged backwards across the mattress. Drake let out a loud, dominating growl before I felt his large paws on my back. It forced the front of my body down, pinning me to the wet spot my pussy had made. My scent was strong, and my juices were now covering my face, smearing everywhere all over my breasts and cheeks. Some of my juices even rubbed onto my lips, forcing me to taste myself after hours of pleasure. His claws grazed across my back, but he pushed down, pinning me for good before he began to pull back.

"OH MY GOD!" I called out, feeling his knot begin to exit my aching and abused walls. My pussy protested, tightening harder against him, but that didn't stop Drake. He continued to pull back until his knot left my pussy with the same, messy pop that it had entered. Only this time, it was messier.

My father moved behind me, but I already knew what he was filming, and my cheeks burned in embarrassment and humiliation. I didn't want to look at the screen, but I had to. My eyes wandered to the computer screen to see my swollen, red pussy stretched wide from the intrusion of Drake's cock and knot. I was practically gaping, and I knew it would take days for my pussy to heal back to its normal size. Thick, long ropes of cum were now beginning to drip from my pussy. The sight made me shiver, and my father moaned behind me, pushing the camera closer to my battered and dripping lips.

"I have to give my friends something to screenshot. Come on baby girl, push on your stomach."

"N-No..." I whispered, knowing what would happen. My body shivered, but the feeling of being watched and humiliated in front of my father and all his friends only turned me on more. It made me want to obey.

"Do it." My father demanded in a stern voice, smirking as he knew I would obey.

"Yes daddy..."

I reached back, pressing my right hand to my stomach before adding force. My stomach was puffy with cum, and as I began to add force, I could see large gushes of cum flowing from my pussy lips, streaming down and landing on the mattress to create a puddle of hot seed.

In an instant, the computer screen went black. My father placed the camera down onto the floor, and stared at my throbbing pussy as it dripped another male's seed.

"Fuck, you're beautiful and completely filthy baby girl."

My father's phone was ringing and vibrating non-stop. It was in his front pocket, and I wondered if his friends were trying to reach him, wondering why he had turned the camera off and stopped the live feed to them.

"D-Daddy I'm so sore..." I whispered, and I slowly sat up, standing to my feet.

My legs were wobbly as hell. They felt like Jell-O, and Drake's cum was no longer dripping onto the floor. It was now oozing down my thighs, coating both of them in thick pup batter.

"I know you are baby girl."

"Wait, where's Drake?" I asked, wondering where my Dane had wandered off to. He had forced himself out of my pussy and I could no longer see him anywhere. However, I did see a leaky, white trail leading all the way to the other side of the room. He was licking my juices off of his cock as he softened, and I bit my bottom lip, feeling my pussy give one last throb for the alpha's attention.

I absolutely couldn't take anymore stimulation, at least not for a little while. I think both Drake and my Father knew that, but my Father was still raging in his jeans, and I eagerly pressed my cool nose to his neck. I had forgotten that my face was wet with my own juices, but my father didn't pull away, he simply smirked.

"Daddy, I didn't fix you." I whimpered softly, feeling bad that my father was left without a climax.

"I'll get what I want." He replied, kissing my cheek gently. He shivered against me, licking his lips and letting out a soft moan. He was tasting my throbbing pussy.

"Trust me. I'll always take what I want." He whispered the second half into my ear seductively, trailing his paw behind me. His large paw brushed over my ass, cupping my left cheek before slipping his index finger in-between my pert ass cheeks. His claw danced across my tail hole, making me gasp unexpectedly. That's what he wanted.

"Yes Daddy." I replied, but he simply smirked and stepped away from me, walking towards the stairs. Drake's ears perked up. Drake had spent all day near the basement door. He hadn't eaten since breakfast and neither had I. My father may have been horny as hell, but he still looked after my needs first.

"I'll take what I want after you eat. Tonight, you can be daddy's slut, and not Drake's."

I smirked, biting my bottom lip. It was actually very sexy to be passed between two males. I didn't know why it turned me on so much, but it did. As the door opened, Drake pranced to the kitchen with only the head of his cock poking out of the sheath, and I swayed my tail, feeling my warm thighs still getting coated in hot feral spunk.

"Should I... wash up?" I asked, and my father smirked, looking over his shoulder as he made his way to the kitchen."

"No. By the end of the night, you're going to smell like a well fucked bitch, and everyone will know." He replied, shivering from the thought.

"Yes Daddy." I replied, walking my sore body towards the kitchen. Sure I was sore, but who cared? I didn't care. The thought of my father's thick member penetrating my tail sent more shivers down my spine until they rested in my pussy lips. I even had goosebumps under my fur. Most females wouldn't want sex for a week after what I had just experienced, but what could I say? I was addicted.