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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

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Rosalind Rothschild is my own creation, because I love Doberman’s and strong women, so she and her cousin are the best of both. She has featured in the below stories and artwork so far, but there will be others in the future with her in them as well.

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Bet your corporate ass!

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Rosalind artwork by the talented Zinyawolf

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Long before she became the ball busting top litigation lawyer in her field, Rosalind Rothschild had to go through the motions to become a lawyer, just like everybody else. Though unlike most others, Rosalind had one rather large problem blocking her path which turned out to be quite a pain in her ass, in more ways than one. But being as strong willed and determined as she was, the Doberman bitch would not let anything stand in her way.

Rosalind Rothschild had worked hard for the last four years, during her LLB and even doing more than was really required in her vacation work, just to ensure she got the experience to eventually pass her board exams. The only thing standing in her way now was doing her law articles, the two years where she was to work under the supervision of a suitable candidate before taking her exams. Most others in her class assumed her passing was a given, not only from how hard the young Doberman bitch had been working, but also because she was now under the supervision of a well-known and respected “Business and Corporate” lawyer who had over a decade of experience under his belt.

John Keating had briefly been one of their professors during the final year of their LLB course, where he had taken a keen interest in the fiery red haired Doberman bitch and admired how determined she was to succeed. Perhaps that was why no one batted an eye when he offered to take Rosalind under his wing for the final two years of her articles. It was an opportunity most of the others in her class would have killed for, but Rosalind just saw it as another step in getting her degree and eventually passing the bar.

As kind and sweet as the old wolf seemed on the surface, Rosalind knew there was something else just below his calm and friendly demeanor, which he had learned to hide rather well over the years. It sometimes came out in the courtroom when he cross-examined witnesses, there was no doubt about it, the man was a through and through predator. So, it didn’t really come as a surprise when he eventually used his position of power to get what he wanted from her either. Despite him being married with children, the old wolf couldn’t resist the allure of the shapely young Doberman under his supervision.

She was so close to finishing her articles, but it was also at the perfect time where a poor review from John Keating would torpedo her career before it even began. He knew it too; it was exactly what he was waiting for. The sneaky old wolf planned it all out well also, there was no way she could claim she was coerced into the act or claim she was forced. There was no paper trail, at least nothing to indicate he had done anything wrong. The more she read over their texts and emails, the more she realized just how well he had played her and made it seem like she had come on to him instead. But that was not the case, all she had was her word against his and he had built up a reputation over the years of being a reliable and trustworthy person. She was just a young woman trying to make it in a male dominated industry, so her trying to take down a respected male attorney would just come across as the typical hatred for the male patriarchy. While she might agree with that sentiment to an extent, it was not the case this time. Reluctantly, Rosalind eventually agreed to his terms. She would do as he wished, for now, just until she had completed her articles. Once she had passed the bar, then she could fight the good fight and possibly get some revenge for John’s indiscretions.

“It’s been a long day, are you sure you’re not too tired for this?” Rosalind asked with annoyance, hoping John would come to his senses and back out of their deal. They were once again in his lavishly decorated office; it was well after most of the other staff had gone home already. But for them, working late was nothing unusual. They were in the middle of a case as well, so it was almost expected for them to be working well into the night.

“I'm never too tired for an ass like yours” The old wolf replied, with a smug grin, while he reached out to grope at her shapely posterior through her short black and blue pinstriped skirt. It was sad really; he was still handsome in a way. His bright blue eyes were still so piercing and intense, like he was looking right through her. There was grey touching his dark furred muzzle and even at his temples, giving him a somewhat salt and pepper look. John was also in relatively good shape for his age, he attended gym almost religiously and had a strict diet, so there was very little fat on his tall frame. It made sense too; his wife was a stunning white wolfess in her own right and they made quite the attractive couple. Rosalind had met John’s wife a few times and she seemed like a very friendly sort, which only made what she was about to do that much more despicable. Rosalind briefly wondered if she and John’s wife could have been friends, under different circumstances of course. After tonight however, she doubted that would ever be possible.

Rosalind noticed an empty tumbler on John’s desk, he had been drinking, which explained why he suddenly seemed so brazen and confident about what he was about to do. She could smell the expensive whiskey on his breath when he boldly reached up to grab her by the wrist and pull her down into his lap. Once he had her in his lap, his right hand cupped and groped at her behind, while his left brushed across her taut belly to tug the hem of her blouse from the waistband of her skirt, just so it could move up beneath her top a moment later. Rosalind shivered when she felt his touch directly against her fur and flesh, his claws scratching through her tan belly fur, along the light path her abdominal muscles created. Soon she would have one of the older wolf’s hands grope at her behind, while the other reached up beneath her blouse to cover her left breast with a rough squeeze, as the married wolf shamelessly groped his protégé beneath her clothing.

“It’s not too late to stop this, you know” Rosalind tried to give him an out, but John merely replied with a low needy growl and a suggestive grind of his bulge up against her behind from below. His fingers gave both her breast and behind a firm squeeze as well, as if to cement the fact that he was not about to stop of back out of their deal. It was all she could do to stop herself from gasping and squirming when the old bastard leaned in and began to nip and nibble along the side of her neck. She regretted telling him that was a weakness of hers in confidence one night, while they were working late on another case, because now he was using that intimate knowledge against her. She should have seen it coming, he did the same thing with his clients and other witnesses. He gained their confidence and used any information they gave him against them. The old wolf knew it was working too, so he kept chipping away at her defenses while he continued to let his hands wander along her curves, feeling the attractive Doberman begin to squirm and breathe a little heavier under his relentless assault.

“Keep playing hard to get, you know you want this too” John Keating observed, feeling the young gorgeous woman begin to ever so slightly start to grind back against him. He helped her along with his grasp at her behind, where he gripped tighter in order to help grind her down more against his growing bulge. His other hand was not sitting idle either, the hand beneath her top switched to her other breast while she was distracted, he had slipped his fingers beneath her bra to find her nipple and began to lightly tease and tweak at her sensitive flesh. His ears perked at the barely restrained gasps and whimpers which spilled from the young Doberman bitch in his lap, her defenses were starting to crumble finally.

“Fuck you” Rosalind eventually managed to growl out, but even she could hear the growing need in her voice. She didn’t want to gasp or groan for him; she didn’t want to give the arrogant prick the satisfaction of knowing that he was getting her worked up. But she knew he was, it was undeniable and she could even feel the crotch of her panties starting to soak through because of it. She thankfully hadn’t told him that she had a kink for having her control taken away, to be almost forced into these kinds of situations. But he obviously had figured it out somehow, perhaps she had agreed to his demands too quickly, or perhaps he had simply pieced it all together over the last couple of months while working so closely together with her. However, he had figured it out and he certainly wasn’t afraid to use this information against her, especially if it was to his benefit to do so.

“Speaking of being ready for a fuck...” John mumbled against the side of her neck, before he pulled back a little to grin up at her. The large ebony furred wolf easily shifted her back a little in his lap, just so he could tug his zipper down to expose a surprisingly thick and plump sheath. Already there was a little stark red flesh beginning to show and still more began to slide free with every beat of his heart. “Think you can help me with this strange swelling I seem to be experiencing?” John teased with a lecherous wink, while he reached down to grasp his sheath and give an inviting slow stroke from tip to base and back again, exposing yet even more thick redness to her.

Rosalind shivered; she could smell his strong and very virile scent now that he was fully exposed. She felt disgusted by the strange impulse she suddenly felt, which demanded she reach out and touch him, an impulse she fought to ignore. Unfortunately, she didn’t have a choice in the matter, when John guided her from his lap and down to her knees before him. The young Doberman bitch soon found herself being positioned with her nose right up against the source of her mentors intoxicating scent. It happened so suddenly that she wasn’t even aware if he had commanded her to do so, or perhaps she had simply done it of her own accord, but her fingers lifted to help stroke the older wolfs sheath and soon she took over from his own hand. Rosalind watched with rapt attention as even more thick, angry red flesh came spilling out from its soft fuzzy container before her. She was only vaguely aware of John speaking to her, she swore she heard him say something along the lines of “Go on, suck it” before she leaned in to take his flesh into her mouth. She was only doing what her mentor told her to do, at least that was what she kept telling herself. This was the only way she would be able to get his backing and approval so she could pass the bar. That was the only reason she was doing this, to secure her future, at least that’s what she wanted to believe, when she started to bob her head on the tip of his cock. She couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze, knowing he would be staring down at her smugly while she sucked him off, as her soft pink tongue circled and slid along his throbbing flesh so obediently. She couldn’t help it, her ears pinned back into her short red hair and a blush of shame began to burn at her dark furred cheeks.

“Good girl” She heard John utter derogatively down at her as she worked her muzzle down onto his growing length. It wouldn't take much before she had a mouth full of thick, throbbing red wolf cock however. His hand reached down to brush his fingers through her hair and behind and ear almost lovingly when she began to bob along his flesh, every lick of her tongue made him throb harder between her lips. She knew he was enjoying her muzzle as she felt the hot little jets of his somewhat salty precum against the back of her tongue. Under other circumstances, his touch might have been endearing, but she knew it was just so he could get off on the power trip of having his subordinate do as he commanded, watching the proud Doberman sucked his dick so diligently just to get his approval. He wouldn't sit idle though, John slipped a foot between Rosalind’s thighs so he could gently rub at the Doberman’s crotch beneath her skirt, as if preparing her for what he had planned for her next.

John Keating wasn’t the only clever canine in his office that evening however, Rosalind knew she had to play the part of the degraded woman; which she would do so willingly if it meant she got what she needed from the dirty old bastard. There was no avoiding what was coming, so while she couldn’t stop it without risking her future, she could perhaps speed things up a little if she played into his fantasies of her, just to get through it quicker. She knew John had more than just an arguably nice cock she could stroke, he had a fairly sizable ego as well. While he had been observing her and learning her weaknesses the last few months, so too had she been studying him. As humble as he liked to portray himself, the old wolf still thought of himself as better than and above everyone else. This led Rosalind to adopt the appearance of being submissive and demure in the face of his advances, letting the old wolf think he was in control. The old bastard seemed to get off on demeaning a strong willed and intelligent woman such as her, so she let him. Soon enough, her muzzle bobbed up and down the full length of the smug wolfs prick, while one of her soft hands helped to stroke his sheath back and forth over his growing knot. While her muzzle and tongue handled his throbbing flesh, her other free hand sometimes moved in to help tease Johns balls while she orally serviced her mentor. She even threw in a few exaggerated muffled groans around her mouthful of wolf as his foot ground between her thighs, making it seem as if she was enjoying the attention. With any luck, she would get him to pop in her mouth and be able to avoid having to take his dick inside a different orifice.

The older canine was enjoying the show of obedience from the strong-willed bitch, he watched eagerly as her soft lips slid up and down his thick red cock. The sight of the proud and independent woman so willingly sucking him off caused John to spurt shots of warm, slick precum against her tongue and the back of her throat, which of course she swallowed just as eagerly. Just like the little slut he knew she really was, they all were in the end, they were all the same to him. Especially when she started to play with his balls too, without him having to order her to, which made him spread his thighs a little more for her to reward her good behavior. Eventually, he firmly gripped his fingers into her hair and started to buck up into her muzzle, feeding her more of his cock and precum while growling with a growing need. “When you've swallowed enough dick, feel free to lift your tail and show me where you want me to bury my cock” He huffed and almost snarled down at her, while holding her muzzle all the way down on his meat for an uncomfortably long moment before letting her back up to gasp for breath. She knew exactly where he wanted her to ask for it, his wife had refused his requests for it, so he sought out such depravities where ever else he could get them from. Unfortunately for Rosalind, she just happened to be a prime target for the old pervert and his less than orthodox desires.

John had made sure there was no wiggle room for negotiations, he had Rosalind dead to rights and there was no other option for her but to give in to his demands. She wouldn’t give up on her desire to become a lawyer, no matter what, but in order to do that, she had to debase herself for his pleasure. So, while he was feeding more of his thick dick into her mouth and thrusting up into her maw, she would turn her focus to instead letting her tongue do the work of sliding along the underside of his girth. She teased along the underside of his shaft and even moaned softly for him, around the wolfs copiously dripping cock, just to swallow down any and all precum he spilled onto her tongue. She of course tried to ignore the times when he forced her a little too deep down on his cock in order to gag her, the temptation to just bite his dick off was immense after the second time he did it. Luckily for John however, Rosalind was an expert at controlling her emotions and anger.

John let her bob her muzzle along his cock a little longer before he finally reached down to guide her to her feet. She knew what was coming, so before he even asked, her hands worked her short skirt up about her waist before she dropped her panties down about her feet and stepped out of them. With his hands at her hips, John turned Rosalind about to face away from him while guiding her to bend over a little. “Nice tattoo” he commented upon seeing the hand print tattoo at her buttock, a little gift from her cousin. The wolfs large hands groped over her shapely behind, with his thumbs slipping a little deeper between her cheeks in order to spread them lewdly. She could feel his hungry gaze feasting upon the sight of her tight little pucker, the object of his desire. At first, she felt just the tip of his finger lightly touching and circling the rim of the small opening beneath her tail, but gradually his touch got bolder and soon he was pressing his digit within her to the first knuckle. When she didn’t respond to the intrusion, the bastard added another finger, but still, she would not give him the satisfaction of making any sounds. It was only when his third digit sunk in alongside the first two would she finally be unable to ignore the sensation. “That’s just three fingers, can’t wait to hear the sounds you make when you’re sitting on my cock” the wolf mocked while withdrawing his digits from beneath her tail.

Rosalind gasped as a slick and warm sensation brushed across her asshole, it made her short tail flick and twitch. When it happened again, her cheeks blossomed into another deep blush as she realized the dirty old wolf was licking her there. Now more than ever she didn’t want to let on that she felt any sort of pleasure, but it was too late. She could hear him chuckling behind her as he began to make out with her behind, his slimy tongue slathering and slurping over her tightly clenched hole as he got her nice and slick for her deflowering. Rosalind couldn’t even deny that she liked his tongue there when he snuck a couple of his fingers up her cunt without warning, with barely a pump or two inside her, he could feel how slick and ready she was. But it was for naught as the John Keating would not be burying himself between her thighs that night, he wanted to leave a lasting impression on the young Doberman bitch.

Hearing her soft whimpers being bitten back was all the invitation the old wolf needed, he grabbed and guided the black and tan slut down into his lap again. Rosalind soon had her back pressed to his chest as he guided his now slick cocktip back beneath her short, docked tail, his tapered tip now poised right at the spit slicked little snug opening of her rump. He would at least let her sink down at her own pace however; in the meantime, John reached down in front of the partially nude canine when he brushed a couple thick fingers down between her tan furred inner thighs and over her bare cunt. His other hand returned up beneath her top to grope and fondle her breasts again, while he nibbled and nipped along the opposite side of her neck once more. Though, this time he was a little rougher than before, if only because he wanted to hear the pretty bitch groan for him.

It didn't take too long to get her groaning either, what with John’s thick fingers now pushing themselves deep up into Rosalind’s snug cunt. The black and tan canine groaned out louder than intended in pleasure despite herself, it was enough to distract her that she relaxed her muscles unwittingly and began to slowly slide down onto his fleshy spear below. The Doberman bitch switched from groaning in pleasure to growling in discomfort as she felt her reluctant little opening being forced wide while she sunk lower still, letting the saliva slick shaft get his tip to spread her asshole. Slowly the thick red rod of the old wolf would vanish between the tan furred cheeks of his protégé, but she would feel each and every single inch of him pushing up into her relentlessly. Rosalind huffed and squirmed, panting and groaning out louder as the thickness of John’s cock in her ass took some adjusting to get used to, once she finally had every inch of him buried within herself. His large knot spread her tan buttocks wider still as it kissed at her strained opening, making her squirm uncomfortably in his lap.

"Ahh...fuck..." She eventually whimpered, unable to hold back the notes of anger, shame and discomfort from her voice. She knew he loved seeing and hearing her like this, the way his dick pulsed hard and spat another scalding hot shot of sticky precum deep inside her aching rectum was ample evidence of that. She couldn’t stop her short stub tail from flicking and twitching either as she sat down on the larger wolfs thick, fleshy spear.

She would feel more than hear his groan behind her, apparently, he had underestimated just how snug that tight little black and tan furred behind of hers was. Every time Rosalind squirmed or wriggled, she would make the dirty old wolf huff and groan lustily against her back. It certainly did not help that his fingers, inside her by now sopping quim, were very clearly trying to make her squirm as well. He even ground his palm against her clit every so often as he worked his thick digits in and out of her tight little gripping cunt. John’s other hand beneath her top would not be much better either, as he roughly groped and fondled at her breast, with skilled fingers he pinched and teased at her sensitive nipple incessantly.

When he had first broached the subject of her sleeping with him to earn his recommendation, she had been confused when he only demanded to be let in under her tail. The more she thought about it, the more it made sense. He couldn’t fuck her cunt as she was not on the pill and he was old school. John had not had the snip and he detested using condoms, so this was the only way he could fuck her without the risk of getting her pregnant. That and undoubtedly, he also wanted this because it was even more demeaning to her, but Rosalind also rightly suspected his beautiful wife never let him fuck her pert little white tush either. She had seemed too upper class to entertain such crass ideas and perversions, even from her husband.

Rosalind huffed softly as she tried to get used to the thickness as it stretched her almost too tight little pucker wide, slowly moving her hips to ride John’s cock as she got his shaft almost all the way to the hilt inside her ass again and again. The Doberman moved slowly at first, she could feel her nails threaten to puncture through the fake leather of his expensive office chair as she gripped the armrests so tightly. She could feel every throb and pulse of the old wolf as she worked herself slowly up and down in his lap, growling softly in discomfort as she worked him deep beneath her stub of a tail. All the while she just reminded herself what her end goal was, this was a small price to pay in order to get what she really wanted.

“For someone that allegedly has never had a cock up her ass, you sure are taking it like a champ, Rothschild” He noted through a huff and low growl, his teeth once more leaning in to nip at the crook of her neck. She would feel his cock lurch and spurt another hot jet of precum deep up her back passage when she finally whimpered loud enough for him, his typical male ego flaring briefly. John’s fingers between her thighs slipped free of her snug little cunt for a brief moment, but only to let him focus on her clit with a gentle pinch and rub. He even a surprised her with a little slap of his fingertips to her clit, just to get her to squirm more in his lap, before he sunk them deep back inside her sweltering cunt.

She tried to ignore his mocking words and continue moving her hips to try to ride on his lap, as Rosalind lifted herself up and slid back down onto that thick cock of his. The Doberman bitch found she couldn’t stop herself from making embarrassing groans and whimpers as his turgid spear moved in and out of her ass, the way he stretched her almost uncomfortably was hard to ignore. She hated that this was exciting her as much as it was, even the cruel punishment of his fingers spanking her clit which in turn just made her jolt and clench tighter around his cock under her tail.

“You can’t fool me, Rothschild. You like it up the ass, you’re nothing but a common butt slut” John growled mockingly as he forced the smaller woman to bounce faster in his lap. He loved the way her clipped ears folded down into her short red hair every time he degraded her, but he knew she loved it too, the way her greedy cunt gripped that much tighter around his fingers was undeniable. Even if she wouldn’t admit it to herself, he knew she wasn’t hating being butt fucked as much as she was trying to make out.

Eventually the Doberman bitch got into a good rhythm of riding his rock-hard cock, his eyes briefly closed even as she rode his length slowly, feeling his shaft slip out of and sink back into Rosalind’s tight clenching little hole. Goddamn she felt so good, he couldn't help but pant and groan softly back to her, between his little eager nips at the side of her neck. His thick fingers began to dig in and really start to pump with more need inside her just as wonderful slick little cunt, he wanted her to cum for him before he flooded her ass, just to sear it in her memory that she came from having his cock in her ass. If only the dumb bitch was on birth control, he could have also dumped a load in that fuckhole too afterwards and really ruin her. Her pussy felt so fuckable that it almost made him reconsider his stance on not using condoms, almost. But a fine cunt like Rosalind’s almost demanded nothing but skin on skin contact to really enjoy it to the fullest.

The black and tan bitch rode and rolled her hips to better get that long, thick shaft of his to slide deeper in and out of her rear end. She wanted to hate this, but she couldn’t stop herself as she huffed and gasped out while her pleasure built more and more, now with John’s skilled fingers constantly working in and out of her slickened, near dripping cunt. His thick digits delved between her slick folds and pumped in and out of her constantly, all while he ground his palm against her clit still. Even the crook of her neck would be bitten, a little more firmly as the old wolf growled with growing need. His large balls were already hitched up against his groin, as they threatened to boil over and spill his seed deep up inside the tight little Doberman behind in his lap. In his lust addled state, John briefly lost control of himself when his claws scratched at her breast while he groped her roughly, causing Rosalind to hiss in response.

It was all too much, she couldn't hold back any longer herself, between the cock up her ass and the fingers in her pussy, the Doberman bitch’s need and pleasure was too much to handle. Rosalind soon enough hit her peak and came hard on the wolf’s digits, her cunt and rear end both flexed and squeezed down tight onto John as she growled out loudly through her intense climax. Her entire body tensed and shook hard through the violent jolts of pleasure overtaking her senses.

John couldn't hold back any longer either, it had been a while since he'd gotten his dick wet, no thanks to the ridiculous workload he had taken on in order to mentor Rosalind. So, to have the first hole he buried his bone in being the pretty Doberman's backdoor, he was surprised he even lasted this long. As soon as she popped and began clenching and squirming in his lap, he was done for. He bit perhaps a little too hard at her shoulder while he growled lewdly, his hips bucking up into her rump as he flooded her back passage with his pent-up load, larger than usual and definitely messier too. She would feel every hard throb and pulse of his cock as he fired off rope after thick messy rope under her tail. For a long moment he twitched and bucked beneath her, until his climax began to ebb and he slumped back in his chair, while cradling her against his panting chest.

Without a word, Rosalind awkwardly climbed out of John’s lap and collected her panties, which still lay in a crumpled heap on the floor where she had left them. She didn’t bother putting them back on as she didn’t want to risk staining the expensive material with the debauchery she had just endured. There was no bathroom on their floor for her to clean up in, so she would have to go down a floor or two in order to find one. The entire time she could feel the wolf’s seed trickle down between her pert buttocks and along her inner thighs. She didn’t dare turn around to look at John though, she could feel him staring at her, no doubt with a shit eating grin as he watched his latest conquest walk away awkwardly after having just had her asshole reamed.

Rosalind froze dead in her tracks as the elevator doors opened, standing before her was John’s wife. The white wolfess stared directly at the young Doberman bitch, her nose twitching as she caught a familiar scent hanging about the young woman. She more than expected John’s wife to explode in righteous fury at her, it was obvious that she knew what Rosalind and her husband had just been doing in his office so late and alone. But she didn’t do anything of the sort, instead, she simply sighed and smiled warmly at Rosalind before speaking.

“Don’t worry dear, I don’t hold it against you” misses Keating began to say. “You’re not the first and you certainly won’t be the last. Just promise me you won’t be like the others and let your sacrifice go to waste, be better than he is. Remember that ache he’s left in you, use it to strengthen your resolve to get what you want out of life” the white wolfess spoke with an unusual fire, her gaze stern and unwavering.

“I…” Rosalind tried to reply, but was cut off by the white wolfess.

“It won’t be the last time he demands this of you, just know that you have my blessing to proceed” misses Keating offered, having traded places inside the elevator with the Doberman now and holding the door open for a brief moment. “One day in the future, I might need you to return this favor however. I hope you don’t forget my kindness.”

Rosalind frowned at her own reflection in the polished silver of the elevator doors as they were finally allowed to close. Even as the elevator began to descend, the Doberman’s chin rose with a look of defiance in her eyes. She would do whatever it took to succeed.