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G’day mate, Aussie bloke here, timber wolf in his late twenties, call me Duke. Let me tell you about the time I flew down to Melbourne for a convention, only for that to not be the highlight of my trip.

It happened on the second night at 2am (or the third day if you want to be pedantic) when I was doomscrolling on my phone, which was pretty stupid since I had to be up at nine to get to the convention on time for a panel I was interested in. The first day had been a bust, since I arrived way to late and couldn’t even register my ticket, so the cunts wouldn’t even let me in. Day two was alright, and there were plenty of nerdy girls that were just my type, but I struck out. These types of cons were famous for shagging in the hotel rooms, so I had my hopes up for day three, where I would hopefully get some relief for all the horniness I had accumulated the previous day. So, I finally switched off my phone and plugged the thing in to charge, then settled down in my nice big double bed.

The motel I was staying at had decent rooms at about a hundred bucks a night, except I’d gone and fucked that up by getting the days wrong and had to book for another day, but that’s a whole other story. The main room was nice, recently renovated bathroom, a queen or kind-sized bed (who can tell) and three single beds plus the other usual hotel stuff, including a bible in the top drawer and the cuck chair in the corner. All the rooms were like that, which struck me as inefficient but hey, this ain’t my business. I had my suitcase on one bed, a jumble of clothes on another, then me starfished under the sheets of the main one, trying to doze of for at least six hours before it was time for the last day of the con.

And then somebody knocked on the bloody door, nice and loud.

My eyes shot open, but it didn’t sound like the knock was on my door. It happened again, and I was sure they were either one or two doors down the hallway. A minor annoyance, surely they’d either be let in or give up, right?

Wrong. They knocked for ten minutes. Twenty minutes. In intervals long enough that I might be fooled into thinking they’d left and I could clear my mind for rest. At the thirty-minute mark they knocked again; heavy, frustrated pounding that must’ve woken the whole damn motel. How the hell hadn’t anyone gone out there and told them off yet??

“Fuck’sake…” I muttered as I rolled out of bed, dressed in summer pyjamas. Walking past a mirror on the way to the door, I could see my scruffy fur coat of browns and tan sticking out and a tired, ‘I don’t give a fuck’ look on my face. I didn’t care, it was their fault for keeping me up at two in the morning. I undid the door’s security chain and pulled it open, then stuck my head out into the hallway.

I saw two dogs, looking back at me. Both women wore dresses, like they had been out at a fancy bar or something, and cradled cans of alcohol in nervous paws. They looked obviously distraught, but not just because they’d realised they kept me up. I squinted my bleary eyes and made out some more details. The yellowish-furred labrador was older, though it was pretty damn hard to tell, as she was easily a MILF. The other girl sitting against the wall was clearly her daughter, sharing one floppy ear while the other stood pointed up, along with a patchy fur coat of the same shade as well as same darker, bluer tones on her exposed shoulders marking her as some kind of mixed breed. Another thing they both shared was a look of genuine distress, and that softened my next words.

“What’s up with you two?”

The mother gestured helplessly to the door she stood in front of and whispered, trying not to wake the other rooms – despite all their previous Dog-damn knocking – while being loud enough for me to pick up, “we’re locked out… My husband said he was going to make some tea while we got some drinks, but he must’ve fallen asleep.” I nodded, frowning at their predicament. She continued, “I tried to call reception, but nobody is picking up. Our phones are in there, our everything-“

“What are we going to do?” asked the daughter. The older woman became more distressed at that, for she didn’t have an answer. Fuck. Two pretty ladies stuck in a motel hallway with nothing to do but knock until someone more pissed than me came out to give them a piece of their mind.

The words left my mouth before my mind could shut it, “do you wanna sleep in my room?” Fuck, that must’ve sounded so sleazy. I meant no ill will, I genuinely didn’t want these two girls to sleep on the floor, but I was too tired to sound genuine. They looked to each other, considering my offer.

The mother asked, clearly concerned about her daughter sleeping in a stranger’s room more than herself, “what do you want to do..?”

She shrugged meekly, “what else can we do? I don’t want to sleep on the floor…”

The labrador milf looked up at me with hopeful eyes, “would it be alright-?”

Oh man, my friends are going to get suuuch a kick out of this tomorrow, I thought as I opened the door wide. “Nah, yeah, there’s four beds in here, I only need one. Come in.” Rubbing my eyes in an effort to be presentable, the overdressed girls came into my motel room, the mother awkwardly shaking my paw as they stepped in.

“Thank you. I’m Penny, this is my daughter Katelin.”

“Call me Duke” I said as I closed the door and flicked on some lights. Now I got a proper look at them; the dresses and shoes they wore spoke of a drinking with friends, like a gal’s night out or something. Penny was about my height, looking a bit older but not by much, being very much in her prime MILF days. Katelin was considerably taller than both of us, and had those not-labrador features of some other breed, likely a border collie, but was otherwise the younger version of her mother, in that she somehow managed to have the curvy assets of the older woman.

The young dog looked a bit nervous as her mother pet her shoulder, and understandably so. I empathised with their situation, but I really did need to sleep. I sighed and quickly stuffed some things in my suitcase, making a minimal effort to tidy up for my severely unexpected guests. I returned to the light switch and said, “I really gotta sleep, are you two good?”

“Yep, we’ll sleep here,” replied Penny, settling down onto the big bed with her daughter. That was fine, I didn’t care which bed I got, as long as I could sleep. I gave a quick aight then blanketed us in darkness before climbing onto the single bed in the corner.

I shut my eyes and turned away from them, forced to acknowledge there were two hot girls in my room while I was trying to sleep. Without having choice in the matter, I overheard them whispering to each other, “this is going to be such a story to tell.”

“I know, right?”

Tell me about it, I thought, and nestled into my pillow. Sleep did not come easily, but it came eventually.

---

I was half-awake, conscious enough to realise I wasn’t dreaming but so close to the edge that I had no idea how much time had passed. It was still dark, I could tell, with the only source of light being streetlamps filtering in through the thin curtain. It was a sound that stirred me, and I realised it was one of the girls moving around. They were shuffling quietly, trying their best not to wake anyone. I readily assumed they were sneaking off for a piss, so I did my best to respect their privacy and remain asleep. Folding my ears and tuning out my senses, I did my best to crawl back into that sleepy headspace, but then I felt the mattress shift.

It didn’t take a monk in touch with the chi of the universe to tell there was someone climbing onto my bed, and I was instantly thrust out of that sleepy state. One of the girls was straddling me, but opening my eyes only revealed only a silhouette against the dim light of the window, though I was confident that same light was enough for them to see my face. I threw my best frown on and tilted my head, mouthing the words, “what are you doing?”

The mystery woman, either mother or daughter, held a finger up to their lips and peeled back the bedsheets. Oh, I knew where this was going, and as inappropriate as it was, I couldn’t help but be excited after a day of chasing nerdy girl tail. She obviously found what she was looking for, because she raised her dress and lowered onto my hips, finding the bulge in my pyjamas quite easily. I stiffened underneath her, bewildered that she would make such a bold move in the same room as her mother/daughter, but then I smelled it; the telltale scent of booze on her breath, and something sweeter underneath that I couldn’t quite place.

I instantly forget what I was thinking about when she dragged her panty-covered mound over my tent, making me sharply inhale before I clamped shut. Why was I going along with this? Wasn’t this kinda of rapey? Didn’t I want to wake up the other girl in the room to get this horny bitch off me?

Nope, I definitely wanted this too. My paws found her hips and I grinded back, this time getting her to seethe in pleasure. We went like that for a while, until I could feel her panties grow damper than the tip of my tent. A part of me really wanted her to go further, and by a part of me I mean my dick. The little guy (quickly becoming a big guy) had been raring to go all day, and leading me on like this only to stop would’ve been outright cruel.

Thankfully, she did go further, shifting off to the side so she could fish around in my pyjamas. Instead of simply tugging them down, she opted to undo the one button holding the fly together, designed for easy night pissing, except now she used it as a hole to pull my canine length out and hold vaguely upright while she sat back over me. As she hiked her dress up again, I caught the glimpse of a shining metal band on her finger. A wedding ring? If so, Penny was committing infidelity. Maybe it was the daughter, and she just had a ring for style reasons – or maybe a boyfriend.

My postulating came to an end when she shifted her panties aside and sat down on me. There were condoms in my backpack, bought last morning in case I got lucky, but I didn’t dare mention them; if this bitch wanted to take my raw dick, that was on her. I had lube in the pack too, but she’d didn’t fucking need it: her slit was drooling all over my dick, undoubtedly staining my pyjamas, though it was pretty fuckin’ hard to care at the moment.

We both let out whispers of moans as she sank down onto me, her heated pussy gripping me like a sodden vice, feeling better than I think either of us expected. My paws returned to her hips, caressing those furred thighs and getting a feel for my partner. The healthy amounts of chub made me think it was the mother, though I really couldn’t tell. I hoped it was, because Penny was absolutely a MILF, and knowing her husband was on the other side of the wall – possibly less than a metre from where she was currently riding me – sparked something forbidden. I’ll admit, I have a kink for cheating, but I’m not an idiot. I know to draw the line between reality and fantasy, and I don’t cross that line.

Except this was Penny crossing the line – if it was indeed the mother – and what kind of dumbass would throw away his deepest fantasy when it literally fell upon his lap? Not this guy, I thought to myself while she got adjusted to my cock. I wasn’t the longest tool in the shed, but I was pretty damn thick. Thicker than she bargained for, given how long she sat on my pole, adjusting and gyrating her hips with barely concealed whimpers. Instead of rushing her, I reached up to palm her generous tits, and she didn’t stop me.

Feeling around in the dark, I found the straps holding her dress and slid them aside, to which she obligingly allowed. I then fiddled with the back of her bra far longer than I’d like to admit. Hey, it was Dog-knows what in the night and my heart was going a million miles a minute, give a wolf a break. Eventually the clasp came undone and the whole thing dropped onto my head. She gave a playful giggle and moved it aside for me, sticking her chest out in invitation.

Well, it would be rude not to. This girl had the kind of tits you could see from the back, as the only thing I could make out was the silhouette in my room’s lacklustre light. They were huge and perky, apparently having been restrained somewhat in the confines of her bra. Now, they spilled out enough that it curved the silhouette at the sides, giving me a good idea of how hefty those breasts were. I was confident my pupils dilated as I grabbed two big pawfuls, confirming my suspicions.

As I played with those, squeezing the doughy flesh and rubbing my thumbs over her perky nipples, the canine began to rise off my dick. Again, she struggled with my girth; I could feel her pussy lips cling to me as she pulled away, the tightness now making me think this might actually be Katelin. I craned my head towards the double bed, but all I could see was a dark shape on it, probably on their side. I still had no idea who was who, but it was a win-win for me.

The slutty canine dropped back down once she managed to reach my tapered tip, then rose up again with slightly less effort. I stopped pawing her breasts to help lift her up, then down, up, down, each movement easier than the last. She was getting used to me now, her insides being reshaped into the unique bumps and veins of my cock, her pussy juices combining with my clear pre to be more than sufficient lubricant. After a minute of careful, quiet work, she was bouncing on my hips as fast as she desired.

The mattress shook, but it blessingly lacked the loud, squeaky springs I’d feared, being one of those newer foam mattresses. I errantly thought that this motel was surprisingly high quality as either a wife or a daughter rode my cock, with their husband or mother respectively, quite close by. The foam mattress was far from silent, however, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to hold back our moans, though it was becoming equally hard to care. The loudest and most obvious giveaway was the wet – almost sloppy – noises of big cock entering juicy pussy, and neither were willing to slow down.

It didn’t take long for her to slam down on me hard, her entrance partially gaping around the beginning of my knot, cumming her brains out and trying very hard to restrain her noises through gritted teeth. I wasn’t done though; I gripped the slut’s hips and bounced her myself, treating her like a big, twitching fleshlight. Her moans finally escaped as I humped up into her clenching cunt, fucking her through her climax with a studly prowess I didn’t know I possessed.

Fuck stealth sex, I wanted to cum, consequences be damned I decided with my very, very blood-deprived brain. My claws dug into her sides, jackhammering away as I chased my own orgasm, treating this bitch like no more than a tight hole to dump my cum in. She made no attempt to stop me either, and instead held on for dear life, hunching over me in a way that dropped her heaving tits onto my chin. Being quite the opportunist, I nuzzled into them as I slammed up into her, cock twitching in the beginnings of climax.

I didn’t quite get the knot in, given how tight this bitch was and the limited power I could utilise, but that was fine, feeling my own seed squirt out around our joining was a bliss in of itself. Nowhere near the joys of cumming deep inside a woman, of course; I held her down on my length as I filled her up, grunting and growling with each pulse of my cock, each lurch of my heavy nuts as they dumped their contents. Our conjoined afterglow was completely ruined by the room’s lights flicking on, illuminating the labrador milf atop me.

“MUM?!?”

Still quite dazed from cumming and getting creampied, she slurred, “heyy sweety, sorry for waking you-“

“What are you doing?? W-what about dad?!” Katelin hissed, wanting to shout but unwilling to wake the motel.

“Brent won’t know, don’t tell on mummy,” she said, giddy with alcohol and pleasure.

I kept my damn mouth shut. This was between a mother and a daughter, and maybe Brent. I was just the tool here, basically a dildo that could actually knock them up. I turned my gaze to Penny’s belly, where the outline of my dick was slightly visible through her abdomen. Surely she wouldn’t have done this if she weren’t on the pill. Surely.

“Oh my Dog, mum. I can’t believe you.”

I grunted when the labrador shamelessly started gyrating her hips in front of her daughter. “Mmm, Duke is just so handsome, and- and you know what alcohol does to me, and Brent won’t fuck me when I’m in heat~”

I raised an accusing eyebrow at Penny, to which she shrugged nonchalantly. That explained the sweet smell, and the warmth of her tunnel – still currently milking me. As fucked up as this was, I could not deny that it was the hottest day of my life.

“He feels reeaally good sweetie-“

“Mum!” the hybrid hissed again, “ew! Please, get off him.”

“I already gotta off, hehe.”

Wow she was drunk on lust.

While Katelin groaned into her paws, refusing to look at the scene before her any longer, Penny did lift herself off me, causing a deluge of seed to spill out and onto my pyjamas. Oh yeah, definitely ruined. I stripped out of them and wadded the damp fabric into a ball, which I tossed into the corner of the room (a problem for tomorrow’s me), leaving me naked before the mother and her daughter. That was fine, she’d just seen worse.

My attention returned to Penny, who was crawling onto the bed with Katelin and initiating some sort of tickle-wrestle. I watched in utter bewilderment as the milf scooped some of my cum out of her gaped vagina and smeared it across her daughter’s wet nose. The initial reaction was utter disgust, followed by a strange whimpering. With the mixed breed’s dress bunched up under her mother, I had a pretty good view of the younger dog’s panties, and they were quickly growing a damp patch.

“See, not so bad-“

“Stop it!” Katelin hissed, still unwilling to raise her voice in the dead of night, “that’s so gross, m-my boyfriend wouldn’t be-“

“Derek’s not here,” she said, using a bizarrely motherly tone as she reached back to rub at her daughter’s mound, “what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him sweetie.”

What the fuck. Did my cum turn Penny into some kind of horny zombie? I felt myself getting hard again, watching the mother-daughter pair fool around on my bed. I didn’t feel so much like a warm dildo anymore, now things were getting crazy. I turned to look at the wall behind me, as if I could see Brent in the next room, snoring away while a wolf claimed his wife, and maybe his daughter, too.

Would I really go that far? Fucking Katelin seemed far less inappropriate than Penny, but I’d already creampied Penny. Yeah, I think I would. In for a Penny, in for a pound, I chuckled to myself as I climbed onto the bed with them, getting behind both girls, who had now frozen upon realising I was beginning to act.

With the daughter trapped underneath the weight of her own mother, I positioned myself between then, sliding my revitalised cock between their mounds. Katelin started to protest when the milf sealed her lips with a kiss. Startlingly incestuous and inappropriate, I must say, but I only paused for a moment before pulling the younger dog’s panties aside and teasing her weeping slit with my tip. I heard her squeal and felt her legs try to close, to which I pushed them apart.

Dubious consent was another one of those kinks I enjoyed, but only in fantasy. Right now, however, was too delicious of an opportunity to back out now. Stealing my resolve, I pushed into the dog underneath, using the remnants of my load and her mother’s own juices to penetrate easier. It was by no means easy, as she was even tighter than Penny, as expected. Their guys clearly aren’t doing well enough, I though smugly as I pressed onwards, gaining territory in Katelin’s cunt inch by pleasurable inch.

They’d stopped kissing now, with Penny manically giggling while Katelin stifled desperate whimpers. I leaned back to inspect my progress, disappointed to find I was only halfway there. Pulling back out to the tip, the mixed breed let out a groan like she’d just had a bite of something exceptionally delicious.

“Please, don’t cum inside,” she panted with half-lidded eyes, “I’m in heat.”

Well damn, that was definitely permission to keep fucking her, even if I couldn’t knock her up like I did her mum. I’d need a bit extra though-

I glanced back to my bag on the other side of the room, containing an unopened bottle of lube. Too far. I turned back to Katelin’s small slit, noticing the bigger one above it. Grabbing the labrador’s ass, I pulled her lower lips apart with my thumbs, causing her to moan whorishly as a torrent of my sticky seed spilled down, coating my shaft and her daughter’s mound alike. Then, with an ample coating of extremely risky lube, I pressed back into what felt like virginal tightness.

“Fuuuck,” I groaned, unable to hide the glee in my growl. It felt quite cheeky to push my dick into her while it was coated in incredibly dangerous wolf cum, but the hotness factor overruled the cheekiness.

The MILF cooed into her daughter’s non-floppy ear, “relax, Kate, let him fuck you. It’ll feel sooo good.”

The way Penny was acting made me think my cum was addictive or some shit, or maybe she just got slutty when exposed to a real man’s dick. As much as I felt bad for Brent, he’d clearly dropped the ball on this one, and Katelin’s boyfriend either hadn’t fucked her at all or was packing not enough to write home about.

Gradually, like the tides washing away a castle of sand, my gentle thrusts eroded her defences, pounding away her resistance until she was gaped and moaning around my cock just as her mother had. I leaned over the two, deciding to have another go at the milf’s tits were her daughter’s squished up against them.

And just like that, I had two girls – mother and daughter – moaning in my motel room as I handled them simultaneously. Fuck getting enough sleep, fuck the convention, fuck Brent and fuck whoever Kate’s boyfriend was, I already forgot his name. This was worth it. Let it be known that I am a tits man, and I will happily fondle a good pair all day, but nothing compares to fucking some good pussy. I don’t know how much sexperience the younger bitch had, but her heat and tightness alone made it impossible to care.

I rammed into her over and over, a tangle of legs splayed out behind me, fucking a girl with a boyfriend after just having fucked her very married mother. I very much wondered if she realised the cum coating my dick was just as potent as the slurry still churning in my balls, or if she just didn’t care. I received my answer when I was approaching climax and a pair of legs closed around my back, cutting off my escape. A quick glance confirmed the patchy, mismatch patterns of the hybrid, and I redoubled my efforts before she changed her mind.

Still, I did due diligence. “I’m gonna cum soon, fuck your pussy feels good-“

“P-pull out, I-I can’t get pregnant,” she stuttered in between breathy moans.

Without pausing my rhythm, I patted her on the cheek and looked into the canine’s rather pretty blue eyes. “Hey, bitch, I can’t pull out with your legs around me.”

For reasons beyond my comprehension, those legs tightened. It made pounding her slutty cunt a bit harder, but no way in hell I was stopping now.

“Just.. Just a bit more, I-I’m so close-“ she said, shuddering.

Then, Penny side eyed me, wearing a knowing smirk. Ah, like mother like daughter I suppose. I wondered if Brent was even Katelin’s father. Oh well, not my problem.

Following the instinctive urge to breed with my senses filled with fertile bitch, I rutted like an animal, my hips colliding with sticky smacks and my hefty nuts slapping against her cheeks. Both of these wet noises were outdone by the sound of her tight pussy getting suddenly plugged by a fat knot, followed by a barely constrained squeal of delight. Immediately, I could feel her cumming all over my length, giving my sperm the best chance to knock her up.

And who was I to disappoint? I came a moment later, not bothering to try tugging away with my knot embedded in her cunt, bulging it out obscenely, and her legs squeezing my back like she was actively trying to break my spine. I stifled the urge to howl as I shot creamy ropes deep into her fertile chambers, easily filling her with enough cum to ensure my litter would grow. I could envision it in my mind’s eye: hordes of wolves, millions of them, rushing into her ovaries and hunting down every single egg, pouncing on them and granting me some offspring.

I collapsed onto the pair, shuddering and panting as I rode out my orgasm, just as Katelin did hers. Curiously, I saw the same lust-drunk haze wash over the daughter’s eyes, and a dopey grin grew on her face. It was pretty obvious that her mum wanted another go, given the way she was grinding her pussy against my arm, but I was pretty sure she did too, and I wasn’t even done creaming her yet.

Fuck, what have I done-?

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I awoke sore in some places and numb in others. The sore spot was my dick, and it was my left arm and right leg that felt like dead weights. I scrunched my face then blinked the blurriness from my eyes, like I was rebooting and rediscovering where I was, and who I was. The ceiling of my motel room greeted me, and-

A girl either side of me.

One fast asleep on my numb leg, the other semi-conscious and sitting on my arm as she lapped at my sheath, desperately trying to get me hard one more time. It wasn’t happening, the night came back to me in a blur; the breeding sex, multiple rounds, on and on until the sun came up, refilling their needy pussies and calling them “good girls” for taking me so well.

I let out a little groan upon feeling a tongue dive into my sheath, flicking over my concealed tip. It was Penny of course, doing everything in her power to cheat on her husband one more time, now resorting to pressing her lips to the opening of my fuzzy pouch and lapping up the contents, apparently taking no issue with cleaning the remnants of my musky cum or her and her daughter’s combined juices. I pet the labrador with my good arm, causing her to murr happily while she continued her work.

Katelin woke up not long after, and got to work worshipping my life-giving nuts, their contents now deposited into both wombs multiple times over. I didn’t have the strength left to get them to stop, nor did I want to as they had thankfully moved off my limbs, granting me the agony of pins-and-needles as blood flowed back into them.

The mother-daughter combo had drained me dry, and I knew that one day Katelin would be doing this with her own daughter somewhere. Probably my daughter. I think I’d be okay with that, maybe even a little proud.

They continued until the sun shone proper and the day had well and truly begun. Only an hour until I had to be at the convention, and definitely an insubstantial amount of sleep. My tired groan was the signal for Penny to get up, though Katelin lingered a bit longer, taking long inhales against my fuzzy balls like regular air wasn’t good enough anymore. The utterly dishevelled mother and wife sighed, wearing only her wedding ring, “I suppose we’d better get back.”

I snorted, “you’d better fuckin’ shower first.”

“Mmm, good idea.”

The girls stumbled into the shower together, no longer concerned with seeing each other exposed in the slightest. Meanwhile, I didn’t lift a finger. Those succubi turned me into a husk, or at least it felt like it. Alas, I did have to get up soon, as it took half an hour just to get to the damn convention. I was packing my bag when the girls came out, fur freshly dried and dresses replaced, looking just as pretty as the first time I saw them.

“You all good?” I asked, looking for clothes that hadn’t gotten any cum on them.

Katelin peered at my backpack, recognition in her eyes upon seeing all the nerdy pins plastered over it. “You going to the con?”

“Yeah, I am. I don’t think I’ll be able to get much done today though, no thanks to you two,” I teased. “I’ll have to go to next year’s one.”

Penny and Katelin shared a scandalous look, then walked out of my motel room giggling, “we’ll see you next year then, Duke~”

I felt a blush creep onto my face and hung my head out the door, watching them go. The girls walked a bit funny, and I’ll give you one guess why. Katelin, wearing the shorter dress, spread her legs and bent over for me, revealing she wasn’t wearing any panties. More importantly, a bead of cum rolled out from her well-used pussy, trailing down to the short fuzz on her mound before dropping to the carpeted floor. She straightened up as Penny knocked on my next-door neighbour – their room – and I ducked back into my own.

Finally alone again, I surveyed my stained room and gave silent apologies to the motel cleaning staff. Then I got dressed, grabbed my bag, and prayed that the Melbourne coffee was as good as everyone said it was.