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Pro Bono

By Mantrid Brizon

(03/30-31/2020)

Part One

Up and down, she bounces. Plop, plop, plop. The Voeldahn's large, pawlike feet, rest at his sides, her sharp, toe claws only inches away from his tender flesh. With her clawed hands gripping tightly to his shoulders, she rams herself down atop her lover's manhood, squatting over him and looming like a goddess.

“Nngf! Nngf! Ahh-yeah!" She exclaims.

“Rrr-rrr-ooohhh-yes! You're so, hff, good at this, hff, Whitney!"

“Nngf! I know, baby. Nngf! Let me, nngf, take good, nngf, care of you. NNNNN-Yeah!"

She slams herself down onto Jacob's penis, taking the entirety of his long and girthy organ into her taut loins. Sitting on his lap as he lay flat on his back, her knees sharply bent, Whitney swivels her hips with considerable force.

“OOOHHH-YEAH! FFFFUUUUUCK!" He exclaims.

“Mmmm-you like that, Jakie?" Whitney teases him.

“RRRRRRR!!!"

She pulls her legs down, her feet resting comfortably by his shins. With her clawed hands on his chest, she moves up and down, riding her lover much more slowly. She leans in and steals a kiss. Her long, dyed blue hair falls forward, framing her lover's face as their tongues entwine. Up and down, she feels his impressive manhood stretching out her vaginal canal. Jacob was always a bit of an outcast, like her, but even more-so. If it wasn't for the sheer size of his cock, she likely wouldn't be with him. Her body trembles as she brings herself to a crippling orgasm, overcome by the pleasure that no other man has ever been able to give her. She sits up, his member stuffed deep into her loins, and rocks her hips, wiggling his manhood inside of her tight pussy.

“Ahh. Ahh! AHHHH! AAAHHHGGAAAHHHHDDD!!!"

“RrrrrrRRRRAAAAHHH!!!"

She throws her head back as she squeals, her sapphire eyes bulging nearly out of her skull. Jacob roars as he grips her broad hips tightly, his fingers weaving through her fur. Jet after powerful jet flows into her, blasting past her cervix and flooding her body.

“Oooohhh..." She falls forward, her breasts smooshing into his sweaty chest. “Mmm-yeah... That was really good, baby."

“Ahhh-yeah!" He sighs with relief.

“I've never been fucked like that before."

“I didn't even do anything." He smirks.

“I know! It's that good!"

The light switch suddenly clicks, the overhead lights and the ceiling fan turning on.

“What the fuck?!"

Bolting upright, her tail stiffens and the sheet falls away from Whitney's plump buttocks. The room is filled with the aroma of her thoroughly used pussy and the musk of her sweat drenched fur. Her full, C-cup breasts jiggle as she moves, attracting her lover's hands like a magnet. She gasps, caught in the act with her young lover.

“Are you fucking serious?! What did I say?!" The man roars.

Standing in the doorway, Tomas Martinez can see everything and more. Sitting atop his son's lap, the eighteen-year-old Voeldahn girl doesn't even bother to cover her breasts, or stop the boy from fondling them, even as his father watches on. The five-foot and three-inch-tall woman straddles Jacob's pelvis, his big cock buried deep within her. His large scrotum presses into the crack of her furry ass, poking out just beneath her bushy, wolf-like tail. The canine woman's coat of fur is of medium thickness, and very soft, with a unique pattern.

Light gray fur covers her body, with white fur on her face, neck, chest, belly and running over her loins and inner thighs. Meanwhile, thick black stripes grace her slender back, drape over her tail, and cover the outer edges of her arms and legs. Her long hair reaches to her mid-back, and has been dyed a solid shade of icy blue. Her sapphire eyes narrow and a perverse smile forms as she scans the angry father's form. As if to taunt him, she rocks her hips a little.

“Ooohhh!" Jacob moans.

“Aww, come on, dad! Can't we have a little fun in the safety of Jakie's room?" She speaks with an almost sickening sweetness.

“It's three in the fucking morning! Where the hell where you?! I was worried sick!" He roars at his son, ignoring the girl.

Whitney snarls. She can't stand to be ignored. Her rather powerful biceps flex as Tomas storms into his son's bedroom, approaching the lovers. Lying on his back, beneath the athletic and somewhat muscular Voeldahn, the human boy is at her mercy. Fear washes over him and he tries to pull away, but Whitney's strong arms and legs pins him down. Her fingers coil and her claws dig into Jacob's flesh; she grips him tightly.

“Fuck off! We're not done yet!" She snarls.

“Yeah, you are!"

“Dad!" Jacob exclaims.

“Shut up! I've had it up to here with your bullshit!"

“Don't talk to my Jakie like that!" Whitney snarls. “I'm the only one who can yell at him!"

“Why the hell is he even with you. You're just a cheap, little whore."

Enraged, Whitney releases Jacob and rises from his lap, his impressive manhood flopping over and slapping against his belly. She stands to her feet, the signs of their passion dripping out of her stretched hole. Tomas looks down, seeing her nether lips and the droplets that seep from her body. He rolls his eyes and turns his head, avoiding looking at her womanhood. Whitney jumps down from Jacob's bed, her toe claws scratching and cutting his legs.

“Ahh!" He cries out.

“Don't you dare call me a whore you self-righteous son of a bitch!"

“I call it like I see it." Tomas coolly retorts.

“RRRR! FUCK YOU!"

“Get out..." The unflinching Tomas calmly demands.

“I WILL! Let's go, Jakie!"

“Woah!"

The father races to his son's side as Jacob slips on his underwear and jeans, being careful not to disturb his fresh wounds.

“Where're you going? I told her to leave."

“She's my girl, dad."

“Yeah, dad. I'm his girl." Whitney taunts the father.

“What do you want me to do?" Jacob asks.

“... Not throw your life away for some cheap harlot."

“Are you going to let him talk to me like that?!" Whitney snarls.

“I-I wasn't-"

“Let's go!" She roars.

Pulling on her clothes, Whitney draws Jacob Martinez toward her like a bright light attracting a moth. She drapes her arm over him, even though he's several inches taller, and guides the scrawny boy from his own room. The thirty-seven-year-old Tomas watches in shock as his son is led from his own bedroom by the worldly Voeldahn woman. The brown-skinned man of Latin decent walks through the house as he hears his son and his girlfriend leaving. They don't even bother to shut the front door. Hopping into Jacob's jalopy of a car, a twenty-year-old Honda Civic, the sixteen-year-old boy drives his girlfriend like a loyal chauffer.

Simultaneously disappointed and enraged, Tomas slams the door shut and returns to bed. Later that night, as the man tries to sleep, he's startled by a phone call. Looking at the clock on his nightstand, he discovers that it's nearly four in the morning. Sitting up and collecting his cell phone, Tomas sees an unknown number. With Jacob still away, he wonders if his son is in trouble. He swipes the green icon.

“Hello?"

“May I speak to Mr. Tomas Martinez?" The caller asks.

“This is he."

“Sir, I'm calling about your son, Jacob Martinez."

“What's wrong?! Is her hurt?!" Tomas swiftly panics.

“He's alright, sir. He was just arrested."

“What?! That doesn't sound 'alright' to me! ... What for?"

“He was pulled over for driving over the speed limit and swerving. When our officer stopped him and his female passenger, they both looked intoxicated. Our officer issued a field sobriety test and your son failed. We searched his car and found drug paraphernalia, all of which he claimed ownership of."

“That's bullshit. I've never known my son to do drugs. That stuff must all belong to his girlfriend." Tomas replies.

“That may be the case, sir, but he claimed ownership at the time. He's being charged with possession with intent to sell, due to the quantity, as well as driving while under the influence, and breaking his curfew, as he's still a minor. He's being processed now. You'll be able to call the county jail tomorrow for more information. Have a nice night."

With that, the caller promptly ends the call. Tomas sits at the edge of his bed, his mind reeling from the revelations. Ever since his wife was killed in a car accident three years ago, Jacob has been increasingly troubled. He'd become quieter and quieter, only to recently develop a rebellious streak. Maybe the drugs really are his? The man shakes his head, running his fingers through his shoulder length, black hair. He leaves his room and paces the halls. Perhaps he should leave his son in jail to teach him a lesson? That's what Tomas' father would've done. Jacob is still his son, though.

As the clock ticks away, he stands in the kitchen in only his boxer-briefs, holding a glass of orange juice. As he takes a final drink, there's a knock at his front door. He glances at the wall-mounted clock near the corner.

“Who could be here at six-thirty?" He asks himself.

As the sunlight trickles in and his neighbors begin to awaken, Tomas heads for the front door. Knock, knock, knock. Grabbing the knob, he pulls open the door, both shocked and enraged to see none other than Whitney standing before him.

“Hi, Mr. Martinez..." She sheepishly waves.

“You've got some nerve showing up here."

“Can I come in?"

Standing aside, he lets Whitney enter, who stumbles a little as she crosses the threshold. Is she still intoxicated? He looks across the street and sees several neighbor's porch lights turning off as they prepare to leave for work. He quickly shuts the front door.

“What do you want?" He demands from the Voeldahn.

“I guess they called you."

“You guessed right... Start talking."

“... It was my stuff. I told Jakie to take it, because I have a record."

“I fucking knew it!" He growls.

“He's a minor though! He's only sixteen, so he could get off easy!" She exclaims.

“The hell he will! Possession with intent to sell! He's going to do time for this!" Tomas yells.

The wolfess' tail slowly sways, her lips curling into a small but innocent smile.

“Not if we try to get him off."

“A legal battle?! Do you think I have the money for that?!"

“Please?! You can at least try!" She whines.

“How many other mules have you gotten arrested?" Tomas retorts.

“I'm not a whore! I don't have anyone else; I need him!"

Tomas shakes his head, seeing the cold and calculating side of the Voeldahn girl. As he looks toward the kitchen, his mind racing, Whitney's eyes scan Tomas' frame. Perhaps he'd forgotten that he's only in his underwear? Regardless, his body is well-toned, like hers, and the bulge in his boxer-briefs is on par with Jacob's. Whitney has a sinister thought, and almost cannot contain her smile.

“I don't know..." Tomas says as he enters the kitchen. “I don't think I can afford a good defense."

“Please? Can't you at least make some calls?" Whitney begins, approaching the curtains and pulling them closed. “We have to try."

With the curtains drawn, she slips off her special shoes, designed for her digitigrade, pawlike feet. She hooks her thumbs beneath the elastic waistband of her form-fitting blue jeans and bends over. She slips them off, wiggling her perfect ass and broad hips, being careful not to remove her black panties along with them. She straightens out and pulls her blue shirt up and over her head, standing in only her underwear and fingerless gloves. She reaches back and unhooks her bra, preparing to release her C-cup mammaries from their fabric prison.

“You know, his only option might be to cop a plea deal, and that might involve ratting you out." Tomas says from the kitchen.

“NO!" Whitney freezes, her bra dangling from her clawed fingers. “I-I mean, he's a first-offender. He should be able to sweet talk the judge."

“Not everyone is as charming as-... What're you doing?"

Standing in the archway between his living room and kitchen, Tomas looks on in shock as Whitney uncoils her finger and drops her bra to the ground. She slips off her fingerless gloves, standing only in her panties as she approaches the tanned human. Seeing her perfect form, one of the most beautiful that he's ever seen, Tomas' manhood impulsively and uncontrollably throbs.

“Can't we work something out, Mr. Martinez? Pweeeaaasssee?!" She coos.

He steps back, his body pressing into the frame of the archway as she walks up to him with exceptional confidence.

“I just know there's something I can do for you." She coos, pressing her ample breasts into his chest. “I'd do anything." She grinds the pink flesh of her pierced nipples into his chest, her clawed hand running down to his groin. “Pwease, daddy? Don't you want to help me?"

Tomas gulps. He hasn't had sex since his wife died. The first year of mourning he hardly even thought of it, and in the following two years he'd realized that he lost his game; being married out of high-school cost him his charm, and his few dates were awkward and sexless. The five-foot and ten-inch-tall, Hispanic human looks down at the five-foot-three wolf Voeldahn with unusual fur. Her breasts are bigger and perkier than those of his late wife, and her body is as perfect as a pin-up's. Her soft fur warms his flesh. He'd never had a Voeldahn before, sticking to human women, but as he feels her against him, he can understand the appeal of miscegenation.

Whitney's hand finally reaches his groin, and she grasps at the stiffening meat within his boxer-briefs. She gasps and pulls her hand away. The startled look on her face brings a smile to his. She turns her sapphire eyes up and looks into his amber orbs, before returning her attention to his pelvis. Hooking her claws on his waistband, she pulls his boxer-briefs down, and soon they fall to the floor. Tomas stands naked before her.

“Ooohh..." Whitney coos, her hand carefully holding the man's penis. “Looks like big dicks run in the family. That's good, because little pussies run in mine."

Leaning in, Whitney shoves her snout between his chest and chin and promptly licks Tomas' neck. The floodgates open, and the healthy, thirty-seven-year-old human cannot help himself. He grabs the eighteen-year-old's buttocks and squeezes, making Whitney coo. She kisses and licks his neck, moving along his chest, belly and down to his groin. Kneeling before him, Whitney strokes the eight inches of meat that he has for her, giving him a world class handjob. She leans in and flicks her tongue over the tip of his swollen gland, teasing his urethra. She cups his big and full testicles as she licks, cradling them almost lovingly.

“Do you have a lot of cum for me, daddy?"

“Yeah..."

“Good. I want you to fill up my little pussy."

Opening wide, Whitney struggles to envelope Tomas' girthy penis. She's used to this, as Jacob is about as large as his father; when he's done growing, he'll likely be as big, if not larger than Tomas. He can feel the stud in her tongue as she licks his manhood. She chokes a little as she tries to deepthroat Tomas' big cock. Hearing this, it breaks the hold she has on him. He looks down and backs away as much as he can, though he's already pressed against the frame of the archway.

“Wait. You're my son's girlfriend."

“Mmm-hmm!" Whitney mumbles, subtly nodding her head as she sucks his cock.

“But, you're Jacob's!"

“Ahh! ... So?" She sighs as she pulls her mouth off of him, looking up innocently as she strokes his big penis. “Jacob's an idiot and a bit of a loser, but I'm trying to train him to be a good boy. Right now, though, I want a man. I want my daddy." She winks.

“Ih-if you feel that way... Ooohh... Th-then why're you with him?"

“Because he's actually a really good fuck... Did he inherit that from you, daddy? Can you show me how daddy fucks a little pussy?"

No longer able to resist, Tomas reaches down and grabs her toned arms. Pulling her up, he suddenly shoves her back down.

“Ooohhh, daddy!" She coos, landing on her side on the carpeted floor.

Kneeling on the floor, Tomas grabs the waistband of her panties and yanks them down. She shifts her legs, allowing him to strip her naked. He throws her panties into his kitchen, and grabs her plump ass cheeks, only to pause. Her pink nether lips have returned to normal, looking as tight as ever, but a familiar ooze still taints her clitoris and sticks into the white fur surrounding her loins. It's his son's cum. As he pauses, Whitney senses his guilty conscience. She scoots back and bumps his manhood with her butt, the soft fur grinding against his throbbing shaft.

Once again possessed by lust, he pulls back, pushes his manhood down and prepares to enter the teenager. Tomas winces and grunts as the bulbous head of his cock stretches Whitney's pussy, spreading her nether lips apart even more than Jacob's does.

“Ahh! Oooohhhh-god! Fffuuuuuck!" She exclaims.

“RRRRR!"

“Ahh-yeah! Fuck me, daddy! Mmm-fuck your little girl's pussy!"

Tomas doesn't disappoint. He swiftly gets to work, rocking his hips and driving his ample shaft into and out of the teenager's taut cunt, filling her up with his sturdy manhood. It isn't long before he's driven himself into her to the point that his big and heavy balls slap against her clitoris. Plop, plop, plop. Leaning forward, he places his hands on her breasts and pinches her pierced nipples. With his fingers resting on the blue balls on either end of the bar, he carefully twists them. Whitney cries out in pure pleasure, her eyes narrowed and brow softened with lust.

Reaching out for her pants, Whitney manages to grab her cell phone. Pulling it from the pocket of her crumpled jeans, she activates her camera. With her phone on silent and the flash turned off, she clandestinely snaps several pictures, capturing their carnal pleasure forever. One photo shows the joy on her face as Tomas kneels behind her, plowing her womanhood as if he owned it. Other photos show a view from betwixt her legs. Her white fur, matted with her feminine juices, makes it easy to discern what's going on as his girthy, brown shaft reams her little, pink pussy. She's even able to film a brief video, before she's no longer capable of controlling her fingers and drops the phone.

She shoves herself backward, meeting her new lover's thrusts. This only makes him work harder. Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! As she gasps and squeals, he reaches out and grabs her throat. Tomas kisses her cheek and alongside her snout. Feeling his kisses, Whitney turns her head and the pair trade saliva. She laps at his face like a common dog, not like a Voeldahn. Their tongues meet and their lips press together. Over and over, in and out, Tomas never stops. He works harder and harder, though he never moves any faster. Soon, Whitney is so overcome with pleasure that she cannot even kiss him.

“Ahh-ahh-ahh-hah-ahh-AHHH-AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!" She squeals as she cums.

Tomas grunts and winces, straightening his back and resting his hands on her hips. He can feel the teenager's little pussy, already quite tight, clamping down on him like a vice. Her body shivers and shakes, her plump buttocks jiggling with each powerful thrust he makes. Opening his eyes and admiring the sight, he can see the thick and creamy white ooze smearing all over his brown cock, a sign of Whitney's pleasure.

“Rrr-yeah! Look at, hff, all that, hff, girl cum!"

“AHH-YEAH, DADDY!!! FUCKING FUCK ME!!!"

Tomas carries on, and soon Whitney's no longer able to hold herself up. Overcome by her pleasure, each thrust drives her further and further down. Soon, the human looms over the wolf Voeldahn girl, his impressive manhood dominating her as she lay flat on her belly, on his living room floor. Perpetually moaning and groaning, her eyes are barely open, her sapphire orbs staring blankly at the wall as she drools on the carpet. Tomas feels a sense of pride as he literally fucks the teenager into a stupor. Again, he feels the now familiar sensation of her vaginal canal squeezing him. She closes her eyes tightly and bares her teeth, as if she were snarling.

“Nngf! Nngf! Rrr-yeah! Hff! Fucking fuck!" She gasps, finally managing her orgasms like an experienced woman.

Feeling extra dominant, Tomas slows to a stop. Before Whitney has the time to look back with confusion, he grabs her supple body and rolls her over. Spreading her legs as he sees fit, he hooks them over his arms, her knees bending and her pawlike feet suspended in the air. Her lithe body is curled into a crescent as he drives his brown manhood right back into her quivering, pink loins.

“Ahh-god! Hhf, hhf! I've never, hhf, been fucked, hhf, so good, hhf, before!" She gasps. “I guess there's, hhf, something to say, hhf, about experience, hhf, huh, daddy?"

Tomas ignores her, and after only a bit of work, the young woman cums for a third time. By now, she's been thoroughly humbled, obeying the older human as if she were his pet. She doesn't think twice when Tomas slips his arms behind her back and begins to move. No longer content with the floor, Tomas straightens out, taking Whitney with him as he kneels. For a brief moment, he holds her in the air as he rests on his knees, her arms around his neck as he uses his arms to rock her back and forth on his throbbing organ. Soon, however, he stands to his feet, carefully carrying the young woman to his couch, all while her pussy is impaled on his considerable phallus.

Lying her on her back atop his couch, Tomas climbs up and looms over her. He kisses her, licks her neck, fondles her breasts and pierced nipples, and even rubs her clitoris with his thumb as he keeps going. Whitney is driven wild by his talents, clawing his back and leaving more than a few cuts and scratches. As the young woman enjoys her fourth orgasm, Tomas grunts louder and pumps his manhood into her with a little more force.

“Ahh-ahh-AHHHH!!!" She squeals, no longer able to control herself.

“Rrrrr-yeah! I'm, nngf, gonna, nngf, nngf, rrrrRRRRAAAAHHH!!!"

“AAAHHHGGGAAAHHHDDD!!!!! CUM IN ME, DADDY!!! CUM DEEP!!! AHH-YEAH!!! YOU'RE SO FUCKING GOOD!!!" She screams.

After a few more hard thrusts, Tomas sheathes his cock in Whitney's pussy and holds firm. He trembles as jet after powerful jet flows into her body, splashing past her cervix and flooding into her fallopian tubes. Having not masturbated in nearly a week, Tomas' cum is an exceptionally thick, burning hot ooze. Its viscosity is more than the eighteen-year-old has ever felt before, and her young body is rocked by the most powerful orgasm of her life. So loud is her scream as she tremors beneath him, that Tomas briefly worries that somebody might think she's being murdered.

With the endorphins flooding both of their brains, Tomas is overcome by exhaustion and relief. Whitney, however, feels something else. Slowly pulling himself from her quivering loins, her pussy shows its abuse. It's stretched wide and oozes his potent cum, what little of it that's not permanently glued to her vaginal walls. Tomas falls against the back of the couch. He wedges himself between the back rest and the teenager, who's quick to roll onto her side, closer her legs and snuggle with the father of her boyfriend.

“Mmmm-that was great, daddy. You're so good to me." She coos, softly kissing his face.

“That was just what I needed, baby-girl." He sighs with relief.

“You're a lot better than Jakie is, daddy." Whitney shares his sigh. “I can't wait to please you again. Your cum was so thick!"

Whitney coos and nuzzles him as she makes herself comfortable. Only moments later does he even realize what he'd said, but by then, he's too tired to care. Tomas sleeps peacefully with his barely legal lover tucked beneath his arm. Later that afternoon, Tomas sits in his at-home office, the landline phone brought to his ear. As a modestly successful real-estate agent, he's thankful that he can often work without leaving the house. Sitting in his chair, on hold with the jailors, he tilts his head back.

“Oooohhh..."

On her knees and tucked partially beneath his desk, Whitney strokes his throbbing organ, licking his shaft and balls. She draws her tongue along the underside of his shaft, before nuzzling his member with her wolf-like nose, sniffing his flesh.

“Mmmm... He still stinks of my pussy, daddy."

Opening wide, she stuffs his manhood deep into her mouth, enveloping it in her wolf-like snout. Her head bobs forward and back as she slurps away, cupping his balls and stroking the bottom half of his shaft.

“Hello, sir?"

“Mmmm-yeah..."

“... Sir?" The jailor asks.

“Huh? Mmm-yeah. I'm here."

“So, here's the deal. Your son was arrested on Friday morning, and the judges were all taking an extended weekend. The only other judge who's available is Judge Perez, but he might have an understandably busy schedule.

“Mmm-hmm." Tomas weaves his fingers through Whitney's blue hair.

“If you'd like, I can connect you to the judge's offices on the fourth floor and see if he'll be able to see your son."

“Ooohh-yeah. That's good." Tomas pets Whitney, stroking her cheek for being a good girl.

“What's that, sir?"

“Er, I said, that'd be good!" Tomas swiftly replies.

“Alright, sir. I'll patch you through. Have a nice day."

“Mmm-you too."

No sooner than the unbearably loud hold music begins playing, Whitney's pierced, canine ears perk. She takes her mouth off of Tomas' manhood and stands to her feet. Her clawed hands rest on his thighs, near his knees, and she turns herself around. She hadn't bothered to get dressed after their affair that morning. With a hand holding the base of his big, brown cock, the wolf Voeldahn leans back and pushes the bulbous tip against her tight, pink pussy lips.

“Do you like that, daddy?" She coos, teasing him with her dripping wet loins.

“I hate being teased. Fuck it, or get off my dick..."

“Ooohh! Yes, daddy!"

Whitney promptly sits down atop him, stuffing his manhood into her loins and stretching out her little hole all over again.

“AGHGAH! NNNnnnnn!" She exclaims as she winces.

Her body quakes and her head bows, her hair cascading over her shoulders. Deeper and deeper she pushes his organ inside, and soon, her perfect, plump buttocks rests atop his lap. Her bushy tail sways with delight, moving from side to side and brushing his belly and chest as she takes her new favorite cock into her young, supple body.

“Rrr-yeah! ... Well? Get to it!" He demands, giving her ass a nice smack.

“Mmm-yes, daddy." She coos.

With one hand holding the phone's receiver to his ear, his other hand grips the base of her tail. He leans back in his faux leather chair and watches as the eighteen-year-old wolfess rides his large, human manhood. She does as she's told, her clawed hands on his knees as she bounces up and down. Plop, plop, plop, as she bounces atop his throbbing member.

“Ahh-ahh-hah-ahh! Ooohh-yes! Mmm-fuck!" She exclaims.

“Nngf-shit! Be quiet! Nngf. I'm still, mmmhhh, on the phone!" He growls.

“Mmm-mmm-hmm-mmm! Nnnnnn! MMMMHHMMM!!!"

“Hello?" A secretary finally answers the line.

“Mmhf, hi... I, nnn-need to know if, hff, there's a judge available, nngf, to see Jacob Martinez." Tomas tries to speak as if nothing unusual is going on.

“Hmmm... Let's see..."

Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop! Whitney rides him harder. She sits atop his manhood and presses into him. His free hand fondles one of the young woman's ample breasts as she grinds into him. She reaches between her legs and pets his balls, which are smooshed against her clitoris. Rocking her hips harder and harder, she does her best to wiggle his cock inside of her. It drives them both crazy.

“AHH-!" She squeals as she cums.

Her pleasured yelp is cut short as Tomas reaches out and grabs her snout, closing her jaws and holding them shut. With glossy eyes, she looks over her shoulder at the human who dominates her, treating her as if she were just a common dog. It turns her on even more. She falls backward, the damp, matted and musky fur of the Voeldahn girl's back pressing into his sweat drenched chest. She looks up at him with her sapphire eyes, adoring him as he silences her.

“What was that?" The secretary on the phone asks.

“Nnnnn-nothing."

“Oh..."

Rising to his feet, Tomas pushes Whitney over his desk. She falls against the desk, her plump, C-cup tits and hands pressing into it as she stands with her thighs against the edge. With the phone still against his ear, Tomas leans far forward and continues to hold the teen's jaws shut. She whimpers and puffs air through the nostrils of her black, canine nose, her eyes closed tightly. Her entire body shakes as the older human brings her to yet another body rocking orgasm, and only a few minutes after she'd already started one.

“MMM-MMM-MMM-NNNHHFF-NNNHHFF-MMMHHHMMMFFF!!!!!!" She exclaims through her nostrils.

“Nope. Sorry, sir, but the only judge this weekend is Phillipe Perez, and his schedule is full. Your son will have to wait until Monday, and maybe even Tuesday, schedules permitting. Was there anything else I could help you with?" The secretary asks.

“NNN-no! I-I don't, nngf, think so." He says, wincing from his own pleasure.

Whitney forces open her jaw, and though she manages not to scream, she sticks out her tongue and licks his fingers as he fucks her like a beast. He works harder, and the desk begins to shake as he thrusts into Whitney's loins. It's banging just loud enough that the woman on the phone can hear it.

“Er... Uhm, o-okay, sir. You have a nice day..." The secretary sheepishly replies.

As the secretary ends the call, Tomas drops the phone's receiver atop his desk, grabs Whitney's hips and lets her have his undivided attention. After making her cum two more times, the young woman rides Tomas in his chair, obeying him like a good girl. She rocks and swivels her hips, and soon takes the rest of Tomas' load. As she lets him shoot every ounce into her, straddling him as he commanded, she has her fifth and final orgasm. Tomas is, without a doubt, the best lover she's ever had, and she feels herself yearning for him.

After taking the time to rest, she nuzzles and kisses him, showing Tomas a fondness that no other man has ever earned from her, even Jacob. Lifting himself up from his chair, Tomas carries Whitney, still with his manhood stuffed inside of her, and takes her to his bedroom. There, they have one last session, before both are utterly exhausted.

“Ahh! Mmmmm... Was I good, daddy?"

“Ooohh-yeah. You're a real good girl, baby." He sighs with relief.

“You know, if you want... I'd get off the pill for you, daddy." She coos, gently stroking his chest with her claws.

“... Why?" The flabbergasted Tomas looks at her with wide eyes.

“Because it's hot, and I wouldn't mind a promotion. I'll still call you daddy; I'd really be allowed to, then!"

He has no idea what to say as the young, wolfess Voeldahn lay beside him in bed, smiling quite innocently. She's a year less than half his age, yet she's offering to carry his child. She bats her eyelashes and giggles childishly, before giving him a peck on the cheek and resting her head on his chest, holding him like a teddy bear and nuzzling him.

“Think about it, daddy..."

“You do whatever you want, baby-girl." He replies.

“Okay!" She chirps, her eyes lighting up.

For the remainder of that weekend, Whitney stays with Tomas in his home, and during that time, she hardly puts on her clothes. Opting to wander about his house naked, she entertains her older lover, riding his endowed manhood no less than twice a day and sleeping next to him every night. As she had on her first time with Tomas, she occasionally takes pictures and video clips, putting together a considerable collection of amateur pornography of herself and her jailed boyfriend's father. When Tuesday finally arrives, the first day available for Tomas to speak to a judge, he sits in the waiting room.

Upon being called inside by the bailiff, he stands beside his son, now sporting a black eye from a fight in the jailhouse. The father feels a tinge of guilt, especially when his son asks how his girlfriend is doing and if his dad has seen her. Tomas doesn't like lying to his only child. The judge arrives and the feline Voeldahn with greying fur around his muzzle is clearly in his fifties or sixties. It's immediately evident as Phillipe Perez learns of the details of Jacob's case that the Voeldahn has a personal dislike of humans. He snickers, expressing no surprise when presented with the evidence; he's quick to assume that the human would turn to crime.

“In light of the quantity of the narcotics and the environment that mister Martinez has placed himself in, I find it likely that what we have here is a burgeoning drug dealer. As such, I believe I have no choice to but set his bail at one-hundred and twenty thousand dollars and remand him to the county jail until such time that his bail can be paid or we return to his case. Dismissed!"

“Wait!" Tomas exclaims.

“What?"

“That bond is ludicrous! I could never afford it! My son made a mistake but he's not a criminal or even a flight risk. Please, your honor, couldn't you find it in your heart to lower it? At least enough so that I can take him home?" The father pleads.

“Sir, I don't make my judgements lightly. I've seen far too many of his kind coming through here, corrupting our streets with dope and guns. I'd like to nip this one in the bud. Maybe jail is exactly what he needs?"

“..."

Judge Perez looks over Tomas, who's pitiful expression seems to bring the old Voeldahn some joy. He lifts the gavel and swirls it as he leans back.

“Buuut, if it's really so hard for you, I'll adjust the bail to eighty-five thousand. Dismissed!"

Banging the gavel, he turns to the bailiff who ushers Jacob away before leading in Perez's next victim. Tomas is crushed. Even at eighty-five thousand, he couldn't possibly pay that bond, not without a mortgage or two on his already paid-off house. Returning home, he takes a seat on the couch and sulks. Emerging from the kitchen, still naked as the day she was born, Whitney presents Tomas with a Coca-Cola; he hasn't drunk alcohol since the death of his wife.

“It didn't go well, huh?"

“Eighty-five thousand..." Tomas chokes out.

“What?!"

“His bond is Eighty-five thousand."

“Oh, daddy!" Whitney drops to her knees, looking up at him. “I'm sorry! Are you going to be able to pay that?"

“With what?! I'd have to put up my house as collateral."

Frustrated, Tomas slumps back into the couch and sets the unopened can aside. Whitney's lips curl into a little grin and she slowly undoes his belt.

“I know what'll cheer you up, daddy!"

Opening his pants and pulling out his cock, she gives it a sniff and then a lick, before opening wide and swallowing the bulbous head of his manhood. He groans as she gets to work, reaching out and resting his hand atop her head, softly petting her.

“You have some appetite, baby-girl."

“Ahh!" She gasps, taking his stiffening manhood from her mouth. “What can I say? I love being with my daddy."

No sooner than he's grown erect, she rises to her pawlike feet, turns around and guides his cock home, stuffing him inside of her pussy all over again. As they had the previous four nights, Tomas and Whitney exhaust each other; after pulling as many as five orgasms from the teenager, Tomas floods her fertile body with his potent cum. As she said, Tomas is quite relieved when they're finished, sleeping peacefully with her in his arms. The next day, Tomas takes time away from his job as a real-estate agent to speak with multiple bondsmen and visit his bank. Each time he learns a sad truth; even with his house as collateral, he doesn't have the funds to bond out his son.

With Jacob in jail for the foreseeable future, Tomas begins to call lawyers. Each time, he comes up empty. They're either far too expensive or unwilling to take his son's case, believing it to be “a loser" if brought to trial. All of them give him the same advice, urging his son to accept a plea deal with as much as six months in jail and years of probation. Throughout that time, Whitney continues to live with Tomas, pleasuring him each and every day, often multiple times before finally sleeping beside him throughout the night. By Saturday, the eighteen-year-old Voeldahn girl has become quite comfortable with her new lover.

“Ahh-yeah! Ahh-fuck! Fuck your little girl's cunt, daddy!" She squeals.

“Rrr-rrr-rrr! Fuck!"

Whitney holds a camera, filming a closeup as Tomas kneels between her legs and stuffs his big manhood into her taut vagina.

“Nngf! Ahh-yeah! Cum in my dirty, nngf, cheating pussy, daddy! Nnngf! Fill me up! Ahh-yeah! Give me a baby!"

“Nngf! Nngf! Rrrr-fuck! NnnnNNNNGGGGGHHH!!!"

“AHH-YES!!! OOOHHH, I CAN FEEL IT, DADDY!!! HHFF! YOUR CUM IS SO HOT!!!"

With his young and insatiable lover as satisfied as he is, he rolls over and lay on his back, pulling her with him. She giggles as they roll, finding herself straddling her lover. She leaves his phallus inserted as far as it'll go, using her muscles to repeatedly squeeze his erection and milk him for every drop. Kiss after kiss, she shows her growing affection for the human who's nearly twice her age.

“Mmm-you're so amazing, daddy."

“You are too, baby-girl." He says with a relieved sigh.

“You know, daddy, I think it's even better now that there's a risk!" She chirps.

“Risk? Can I assume that means...?"

“Mhm! I stopped taking my pills after our first night together... You said I could, daddy!"

“Yeah, I did..."

“Oh, and it's so wonderful feeling your cum in me, knowing what it can do! This has been such a good week! Mmm..." She nuzzles his chest as she lay atop him. “Oh, and about what I asked you for? ... Never mind. You can leave Jakie in jail. I'd rather have you, daddy; I don't want Jakie anymore."

Lying with the beautiful, young female atop his chest, a woman he's enjoyed as thoroughly as he once enjoyed his deceased wife, he cannot help but feel accomplished. Her words bother him, however, as his conscience finally speaks to him louder than his sexual desires.

“What about your son?!" The voice cries out. “Isn't he worth more than this tramp?! She doesn't even care!!! SEE?! Not an ounce of pity, and you saw Jacob's black eye! Who the fuck are you to do this and leave your flesh and blood to suffer?!?!"

Closing his eyes, Tomas is torn. This was just what he needed; he's been so lonely and sexually frustrated, but he knows how wrong this is. He decides then and there that this was a mistake. Whitney is an awful person; a girlfriend who seduces her boyfriend's father and then doesn't even want her boyfriend back, even after he went to jail for carrying her drugs. The guilt overwhelms Tomas as he looks toward his wall. A Catholic cross hangs above his TV, as it does in many households like his. He's no better than Whitney, not for what he's done, but he can atone. With his mind made up, Tomas prepares for what must be done. He must distance himself from the harlot and focus on what really matters; he must free his son...

“You can't be serious?!" Whitney exclaims, as Tomas marches her through his house early the next morning.

“I am." Tomas sternly replies.

“But... But I love you! I love you, daddy!"

“No, you don't. You just had great sex; sometimes girl's think they feel love because of how good it was. That's called endorphins."

“It's not that! I know what I'm feeling!" The wolfess whines.

“You don't even know me. You hardly even know my son! You've dated him for what... Two months?!"

“Six weeks..." She shyly bows her head.

“Yeah, and you've been fucking me for less than one! You don't love me, now go home."

“Please, daddy! I'll be good! Whatever I did I can make it up to you! I know what you like! Do you want to be the first to fuck my ass or get me pregnant?! I'll let you! I'll let you do both!"

“Rrr! Stop making this about sex! I want my son out of jail; you don't even care! Go home and just think about all of this for even a minute. You'll see that I'm right."

“Y-you won't tell Jakie, will you?" She sheepishly asks as he shows her to the front door.

“Nope. This stays between us, now go home, Whitney."