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"Oh, F-FUCKING YES!"

Frank thinks David's a bit twisted.

"MmMMM give it to me, BABY!"

And I can't really deny it.

"Shut up, bitch." Frank says, hips never slowing down, but obviously bored from the sounds of it.

"Mmm, yeah! HARDER!"

But hey, he likes what he likes, and this . . . this is what he likes.

"Bitch, did you not hear the man?" David says, grabbing her chin, wet with drool. "If you want that cock, you shut. Your. Mouth."

Cassandra gulped, nodding quickly.

David smirks as he lightly pats her on the cheek. Cock throbbing at the sight of his husband absolutely wrecks this poor girl. Not that she didn't want every second of this. His long, thick cock dragging out of her sopping wet tunnel, followed by it slamming back in; well,

Bitch was screaming into the pillows at this point. And it only made the panda's cock throb harder.

"You're a sick fuck, you know that, right?" Frank says, smiling wildly, growling and thrusting in extra hard while he had his husband's attention.

It probably didn't make too much sense to Frank. David was, after all, completely gay. Frank could only barely stand it cuz a hole's a hole. That, and Cassandra was a poodle, and was currently in heat.

But there was a certain pleasure in watching his husband's body from an outside perspective. This apex predator doing what it was built for.

Besides, this isn't nearly all of what he had planned.

"Oh god, y-YOUr so MuCH BigGER!" she . . . gargles? David couldn't be bothered with here. Seriously, did she ever shut up?

"God, do you ever shut UP?!" he gives a few punishing thrusts, right against the cervix, and she wails in pain. She got the message pretty clear. "Hey, David, need a little help here." He says. David smiles, walking over and putting a paw on his chest, twisting a nipple.

He growls, the way only a real dog can. And David leans in, locking muzzles with his love while he fucks his lover.

"Hey, honey," David says, breaking the kiss. "Switch positions, he'll be here soon."

David's real fetish is hard to describe. Rather, label.

He pulls out of the shivering bitch, a mix of pre and her own juices dripping down heavily into the already soaked sheets. She wines, and he slaps her ass, growling at her.

"Can't even fuck you without breaking you." He mutters. David just chuckles quietly, kissing the side of his muzzle, and getting a little smile. "Hey, I'm getting bored." He flops down on the bed, cock standing straight up. "Ride me."

Wordlessly (thankfully) she gets up and slides that cock in, boobs bouncing everywhere.

"I really don't get the appeal." David says. "They just seem to get in the way."

Cassandra actually looks at him dead in the eye. "What, jealous?" she says, groping herself.

"H-"

"No, it's fine." David says. "I mean, I really do understand."

He climbs onto the bed, gripping her chin and forcing her to look at him. "I mean, all that teasing, and you finally get the cock you've been slutting over for months over. Enjoy it."

He lets go of her. "I'm sure you must be so proud of yourself, especially since I'm just a third wheel despite being his husband. You must feel pretty damn special."

She crossed her arms, feeling a lot more vulnerable.

"But." He says darkly now, "You should remember your place. He only said yes to you because I wanted this. You think you hold any of the cards in this? From that little tryst in the breakroom to fingering you all the way back here. That was all me. All for me."

He laughs darkly. Yes, what he really gets off of is complicated, yet oddly simple.

"In fact, Frank." The dog jumps to attention. "Give her the knot."

"GRRRUFF!" he actually fucking barks. "I love it when you talk like that."

"W-Wait no, I'm in h-H-HEAT!" they weren't listening anymore. Frank was too busy fucking her brains out, trying to stuff that knot in

David groans, slowly jerking himself off. Complete, utter control. That's what he loved.

He rarely ever indulged in anything to this extent, but Frank was a great husband. And he got off plenty with this more dominant side of David, even if he preferred fucking his panda into submission. There was just something about his evil mastermind side that really did it for Frank. Given that very talent wasn't turned onto him.

"I think you don't get it." David says, shit-eating grin and all. "You're not in charge here." He goes behind them, eyeing her ass. "I am."

He dives in, rimming the musky backside. His muzzle scrunches up. It didn't have that impact like with Frank, but as Frank so eloquently puts; an ass is an ass. As gay as he can be . . . well, from behind, it's easy enough to forget.

He quickly escalates, stretching her with a few fingers, and she actually moans from it. No resistance whatsoever, even when he lines himself up and slides right in.

Needless to say, he was fairly disappointed. "I don't get it, why is it that females seem to have so much looser asses?"

"Ngh, she's taken it up there before?" Frank chimes in.

"N-Nooo~" she moans out.

"Oh, at least I'm taking her butt virginity." He scoffs, working up to fucking pace fast. He really did consider pulling out and fucking Frank. But there was something to be said about how her knees started to tremble, writhing between the two of us. And it was hot seeing Frank getting into it, groping and licking her tits all over, drunk on her heat.

If he had any sympathy for the girl, he'd probably ease up. After all, with all the cock in her, she was probably going crazy right now, hit with orgasm after orgasm. But he was only concerned with how much she was leaking onto Frank, like she pissed herself. It would take a while to take the scent out.

I mean, could you blame him for thrusting in a little harder than he should? After all, the soon-to-be-bride had been all over Frank for so long despite his resounding answer each time. No. But at least he was getting off on it, probably mostly from the heat.

I don't think even David could convince him to cum anywhere other than that slutty snatch. Oh well, she could deal with the pups if it came to that.

David just continues to fuck her unenthusiastically. Luckily, he'd been teasing himself for a pretty long time beforehand, so it didn't take long to shoot his wad in her ass. It was just . . . not fantastic, I guess.

It was nice seeing how she moaned as she was filled to the brim with hot cum, pushing back onto him, it made him smirk. It was especially fun pulling out so fast, seeing her shake and just fall onto Frank, a stream of cum pouring out of her ass.

But it was probably a good thing he was able to finish so soon. After all, his phone just went off. He walks over to the buzzing thing, checking it with his clean hand.

I'm here.

_ _ I'm actually surprised that was the only thing he said, or that he had listened to his instructions to text him so he can let him in. I mean, anger would seem the natural reaction. Nevertheless, David took it all into stride.

Without putting anything on, he walks out of the room, ignoring the wet slaps and shlurps of Frank finally knot-fucking the bitch and making his was to the front door.

He opens the door, finding much to his surprise a stag. Like, a really hot stag. Probably as tall as Frank, not counting the antlers (a nice rack, by the way) and fit enough. He was wearing jeans and a plain shirt, but he filled it out nicely.

"Huh, I was expecting someone . . . less hot." David says, eyeing him up.

The nameless stag does the same, visibly tensing once he looks down at his cum-covered cock.

"Name's David." He says, turning around and beckoning him in.

"Wyatt." He says. Voice was a little high-pitched, I guess. But that's if you're really fishing for some flaws here. "So . . . she's really here?"

"Yup, busy with my husband." He says. "You gonna punch me?" he smirks.

"No . . . no." he sounded defeated, almost. It was pitiful, almost.

They make their way back to the room, her screams of absolute bliss clear even from the stairs. Wyatt was cringing from every single sound. It just didn't make sense to him.

They get to the room, and David opens the door, just in time to see his husband shove his knot into Wyatt's fiancé.

She was panting, drooling from her mouth, legs trembling as she tried to sit up.

"Cass . . ." Wyatt said, broken.

She snaps back into reality, trying in vain to cover herself up. "H-Honey, I-It's not what you think."

"Cut the crap." Frank says, thrusting into her and making her squeal.

"I can't agree more." David says. "Your slutty girl over here has been lusting over my man's cock for a pretty long time now. And the moment we gave her the opportunity she jumped on it and rode the cum out of it. Literally to both statements."

Wyatt just stands there, fists clenched, obviously livid.

"We knew it, too." David says, stepping closer to him. "But it just didn't feel right keeping you in the dark."

He places a paw on the man's shoulder, but he doesn't react, just stares down at him. Understandable, with the strange hard-on from her heat and him in a rut.

"So now that you know she's such a huge slut . . . what do you want to do to her?" David asks, leaning forward, almost whispering in his ear now. "Anything she said no to before . . . I guarantee she's more than willing to do now."

Cassandra was looking pretty nervous now, though I would too. Revenge fucks can be painful. But are also awesome, for the record. David would agree with me here.

Still, wordlessly, he walks over, stripping off his shirt and unbuckling his pants.

"Oh, shit, Frank you gotta see this guy's cock." David says, chuckling.

He looks around the nervous poodle, seeing the stag's dick flopping out as his pants dropped. "Damn, nice piece you got there. Why the hell did she want my cock when she's got that slab of meat?"

"She's always been a dirty whore." He says as he spreads her cheeks. "Especially for dogs."

She groans at the comment, face flushed with embarrassment. She found herself even more embarrassed that she's never wanted him more than right now.

Still, it's surprising she'd want anything else. The shortest cock in the room, by probably only an inch, but thick. Maybe even a little thicker than Frank, not including the knot (but seriously, who can?).

"Damn, you already go in here David?"

"Yup." I smirk. "Wanted to loosen her up for ya. And by the looks of it, she needed it."

"Well . . . seein' how, uh-"

"Frank," the dobie waves.

"-Frank here already has your snatch, I guess it's finally time I take what I want." He says, leaning down to press his chest onto her quivering body. "Don't worry . . . I'll be gentle."

His voice was filled with as much sarcasm as his thrust in was filled with unbridled rage. The bitch? She moans, gripping down on the sheets while Frank just sits back and enjoys her clenching down on his dick.

And David? Jacking off with front row seats, working his thick cock to the scene he built.

Wyatt was a beast in every sense of the word, pounding her fast and hard, never giving her the proper time to adjust to his girth. But feeling this ferocity and virility in her fiancé no doubt rocked her to her core, if her convulsing body was anything to go by. She was absolutely in love right now, though not exactly in love with him, but what she got from him.

Wyatt, on the other hand, was . . . conflicted. He knew that Cassandra was for sure the type to flirt, but to really go this far? He wanted to kick David and Frank's asses, too. But he also knew deep down that she would've done it with someone else. Hell, she probably had . . .

Not to mention her ass was clenching down hard on his dick, tighter than her cunt, that's for sure. She was milking him for that seed, she was enjoying this. So he went faster, rougher, as hard as he damn well pleased. But she only reacted more, squeezing down like a vice.

Wyatt had to admit, it was a lot better than the sex they were having as of late, which was sparse. He had always been such a thoughtful lover when he could. He was gentle, he was sensual, he reigned himself in when she was uncomfortable, everything for her. Blowjobs? Too unsanitary, unlike eating her out- no, no, that was fine. Anal? With how thick he was? It was just too much.

Now where were the complaints? Especially with the panda, seriously, he ain't tiny. It irked him, sure, but he had a one track mind now. Getting off how he wanted. And getting off, he was indeed. He was almost disappointed how quickly his balls seemed to draw up.

Still, smiling madly, drool dripping down on the back of her neck, he bucks in a few more times before reaching his absolute limit.

Frank, forced to witness this all, doesn't stand idle forever. Sure, he was getting a great massage while she clenched down on him from the stag's handiwork, but he hated being a passive lover. So with only a growl, seeing him right on the edge, he roughly pulls him down, locking muzzles with the virile male.

Wyatt recoils, but he was pushed just over the edge, he couldn't help but just give in and let that wolf violate his muzzle. At least, that's what he'll say afterwards, quickly forgetting just how into it he was getting.

And David, with the perfect view for their little make-out session, couldn't help himself either, spraying another, more substantial load all over his chest. He actually had to sit back down from how shaky his knees were getting. This was definitely a successful endeavor for him. And all on tape~

And with everyone left panting, there was only a little bit left to do.

"Mmm, shit." Wyatt groans as he breaks away from the wolf, pulling out his softened dick. The wolf follows suit, popping his knot out of her. And with both exiting so quickly, a lot of cum came along with them. It all came out in a weak stream, running down her already damp legs and seeping into the ruined sheets.

Frank slips out from under her and walks over to David, giving him a deep kiss before pulling him down to his knees to clean off his dick. Still hard, David could get another shot out of him yet.

And Wyatt on the other hand was still on top of Cassandra, panting wildly.

"Well . . . *huff* that was fun." He says, getting up off her. "Oh, and we're through."

David smiles.

All according to plan.