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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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A Story in an hour or day, these kinds of stories are not edited so it will be a bit rough and might not flow as nicely as some of my others. Sometimes these turn into bigger stories further down the line, but mostly these are just flash in the pan ideas I need to get out of my head before they cause congestion and block other longer story ideas.

This story idea I am both blaming and dedicating entirely to RockyWulf, that bastard is the person that has gotten me into this whole breeding schtick. So, you can thank him for all these kinds of stories I am now writing ;3

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One would think that being the wife of a Preacher, Kitty McMillan would be the last person on earth to ever be caught in such a depraved and debaucherous situation. Normally, they would be correct, except for one tiny little detail. Pastor McMillan had a terrible addiction to gambling, one which his wife thought she had finally helped him get control over when she had given birth to their twin daughters. Abigail and Audrey had been the apples of their fathers’ eyes, his two cute little bundles of joy. He had really seemed to calm down and become a responsible father once they arrived home, constantly doting on them to no end.

Kitty loved Dan dearly; she had since the first time they had met in church, when his father was the pastor. For over twenty years she had been his faithful loving wife, along with having given him two beautiful daughters, they had built a life and home together in the town they had moved to in order to establish their own church. Times had been tough in the beginning, but they were finally starting to settle down in recent times. The girls helped out whenever they came home to visit, but Kitty made sure they never neglected their studies either. Thankfully the church and the attached community kept her too busy to feel any sort of empty nest syndrome as most parents do when their kids finally left home. She was always busy helping somewhere or doing something to really think about it.

But now, this was something else entirely, something neither she nor Dan could ever have imagined in their wildest dreams as it was so far removed from the reality they both knew. Kitty had a reputation around town as being a no nonsense and upstanding woman of God; she never said a bad word or had an impure thought in her life. Much to the dismay of some of the men around, because quite honestly, the mature Dalmatian had curves to die for. Kitty had been a looker before she’d had kids, but motherhood had only accentuated her form to levels only seen in wet dreams. It didn’t help matters that with the near constant warm weather which dominated their region, Kitty spent most of her life in an array of beautiful sundresses. Mother nature was quite a tease and would often lift the hem of these sundresses to flash her shapely thighs or perfect bubble butt at anyone lucky enough to be around. There were rumours that even some of the married women in her husband’s congregation lusted after her, good honest and very pious women to boot. Thankfully, Pastor McMillan was too blind to his wife’s beauty that he never realized that having her sitting up on the dais beside him every Sunday was the real reason his church was always so full. Those not there for the word of God simply were hoping for a look up his wife’s dress, thanks to how she sat so oblivious up in front facing them.

Her coat was as white as the pure driven snow, flecked with midnight black spots that one could trace countless star signs in. Her tail was a little longer than usual, but always kept a friendly sway. She had perfectly manicured, long eyelashes which framed the deepest green eyes; eyes that just seemed to look right through a person, but in a calm and loving way which instantly made people feel comfortable talking to her. She didn’t believe in cutting her hair either, at least not very often, so its long dark curls were often hanging down to her lower back when not done up in one fancy style or another.

Right now, however, her hair was hanging loose, or at least not done up in a bun any longer, as it had been not too long ago. It actually wasn’t even really hanging at all now, as Caesar, the large Rottweiler, used it as a handle to guide her maw back and forth along his thick pink prick, while he grinned over at Pastor McMillan who was sat on a chair only a few feet away. The distraught Beagle watched as his beautiful wife sucked off his bookie, while her soft delicate hands stroked at the large canines equally as large, if not larger, two lackies who were stood on either side of her. They hadn’t had to even force her to strip bare and kneel before them; she had done so willingly, if only to prevent any harm coming to her husband. The damned fool had bet everything they had on the last college football game without her knowing. Someone in town had given him a good tip allegedly, one that which if it had panned out would make him a lot of money, unfortunately and perhaps predictably, the tip had not panned out. Now the good pastor was more than a couple of grand in the hole, on top of all the other small bets he had been making on the games running up to the final. When his bookie had found out the good Pastor couldn’t pay them back even half the money he had bet, they had come looking for revenge. They had offered him an ultimatum, either he left with them so they could “sort” things out their way so his wife wouldn’t witness it, or he could offer up his wife for a night and they would knock a couple grand off his tab, depending how good she was.

Of course, Pastor McMillan would not hear of such talk about his wife or even entertain the idea; or so he pretended, at least while she was in the room with them. But in truth, the coward had secretly spoken with the large Rottweiler in another room alone, asking for a bit of time to convince his beautiful wife to agree to the less painful arrangement, just to save his own skin. Luckily for Dan however, his wife was stronger and braver than her husband could ever hope to be; fearing for her husband’s wellbeing, Kitty had stepped in and accepted their offer on his behalf without question. The three men were initially surprised, but when she complied with their request to head down to the basement and strip for them, the beautiful spotted canine did so without complaint. She refused to make eye contact with her husband however, for the first time in all their years together, she was actually genuinely angry with him. She had been faithful all this time, but in order to save his life, she had to break her wedding vows.

Dan had been her first and only lover, so Kitty had never seen another man naked before and had no frame of reference for what to expect. When she was presented with the three large men’s privates, Kitty became starkly aware that her husband was less than averagely endowed. The men could tell this too, the way they all grinned at one another when she failed to hide her look of surprise when she awkwardly gripped at the Rottweiler’s thick sheath to begin stroking at him. At least she wasn’t a virgin, she had touched a dick and pleasured one before. Only, not one this big, now she found herself presented with three at once.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? Ain’t you never seen a proper dick before?” Caesar asked mockingly, while openly smirking at the blushing Pastor made to sit quietly on a chair nearby. His balled fists resting on his thighs as he tried not to look, not to watch as his wife sucked another mans cock, while she stroked two more. Every single one of them a far better specimen of manhood than he and he knew it. After today, there was no way he would ever be able to satisfy his wife again and he knew it. But it was worse than that, for some reason, that thought was turning him on. Even when he closed his eyes, he could still hear the obvious sucking and choking sounds Kitty made when that bastard forced her muzzle down deep onto his cock. His own pitiful sheath began to twitch and swell, despite his best efforts not to.

“Yes, keep glaring at me like that, it just makes me harder” Caesar snorted derisively down at Kitty. While she wasn’t the best at sucking dick he’d ever had, for a preacher’s wife though, she wasn’t half bad. Hell, she even managed to deep-throat his pecker with minimal discomfort. The Rottweiler thanked his lucky stars that her husband was such a mook, he knew all about Kitty McMillan and just like most of the town, he too had wanted a piece of her for so long. It was the main reason he set up the false information about the tip, he knew Dan was a spineless runt with no willpower. The preacher had fallen right into his trap, thankfully his gorgeous wife had played along too. Though, even if she hadn’t, Dan would have taken her place, one way or another.

Dan knew he shouldn’t watch, but he couldn’t help it. Kitty knelt between the three now fully engorged mutts. To her left was Brutus, a moderately tall but well built brown and white Pitbull. On Kitty’s right was Titus, a gunmetal grey Great Dane, tall and lanky, but with possibly the biggest cock the Beagle had ever seen. Even his poor wife was battling to fit him in her mouth, her small dainty hand looked so tiny when she gripped about Titus’s thick fuckstick. The beagle however could feel his own length begin to slip free of its soft fuzzy container, at a meagre five inches, he was barely half the length of Caesar , who was the smallest of the three large dogs.

“C’mon preach, I can see you sporting wood there while you watch your woman suck us off” Caesar noted when he spotted Dan trying to cross his legs awkwardly, clearly the preacher was trying to hide his own arousal. “Why don’t you whip out your little pecker and touch yourself, I know you want to” the Rottweiler said with a sickeningly sweet voice, but the look in his eyes made it abundantly clear that it wasn’t just a friendly offer.

Dan swallowed hard and stared back at Caesar pleadingly, but the black and tan mutt simply sneered and curled his lips to bare his fangs. The beagle’s ears flattened against his glossy brown mop of hair, along with his tail trying to tuck between his legs, but was unable to thanks to Dan being seated. Reluctantly, the preacher moved about in his seat and leaned back enough to undo his zipper and belt, soon his pants and underwear were down around his thighs. The three large dogs spotted the pathetic length the preacher was sporting and shared a knowing look, they were about to give his wife the fucking of her life and he knew it. The fact the little piss-ant was getting hard from the idea just made it all the better, they were about to make him into a proper cuckold.

“Let’s get her up on that table, I want a piece of the preachers wife’s pie” Caesar crudely ordered, laughing a moment later when he looked down to see the way Kitty was glaring up at him. She was a woman of her word though, so she didn’t need to be forced to move, but Titus and Brutus were still gentlemanly enough to help her to her feet and then up onto the table. “Goddamn, never seen a pussy look so pristine before. Looks barely used” the Rottweiler mocked as he knelt down beside the table and forced the shapely Dalmatian’s thighs wide to expose her married cunt.

Kitty growled softly, though she did sport a bit of a blush too. There was very obviously anger in her eyes, but there was also something else starting to take root, something she was trying to deny, trying to ignore. Dan never used such foul language around her, nor had she ever heard anyone speak so crudely before, least of all about her. But the three men staring so hungrily at her, they were making her tingle in places she had never really tingled before. Even the way Caesar spoke of her private parts made her, twitchy and squirmy. She’d had to have a caesarean when her daughters were born, so the brute of a Rottweiler wasn’t exactly wrong either. Save for Dan’s cock and tampons, her nethers were relatively untouched. The only other person who had even seen or touched her delicate flower until now was her female gynecologist during her annual checkups.

“Oh, dear Heavens above!” Kitty gasped when Caesar leaned in to take a long, slow lick across her slit. Dan had never done that to her before, she didn’t even know if people should be doing it, but it felt…good.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? Never had your pussy ate?” the black and tan mutt asked with a grin from between her held spread thighs. Kitty stared down at him wide eyed, unable to speak as she didn’t quite trust her voice not to break right then, so she just simply shook her head no. “What’s the matter with you, preach? Got a delicious peach right in front of you and you don’t eat it? For shame…” Caesar laughed and leaned back in, his hands gripping behind Kitty’s knees tighter to keep her legs lifted and spread as he began making out with her cunt.

Dan whined as he heard the way his wife began to gasp and pant, seeing how she gripped so tightly at the edges of the table she was laid back upon. There was no mistaking the look of pleasure on her face, how her eyes closed as she bit down on her lower lip to stop herself from groaning out. He had never seen her like this before, at least he had definitely never made her feel like this at any rate. But the way his dear wife was arching her back and gyrating her hips against the unwanted bookie’s tongue as he showed her new and wonderful pleasures had the beagle’s cock rock hard and dribbling copious precum. Caesar wouldn’t let up either, not even when he made Kitty climax, a real one too.

Kitty had thought she’d climaxed before, with Dan, maybe a dozen times in their two decades of marriage. But they were nothing like this, was it even a climax? Caesar hadn’t even used his cock in her, just his tongue, so was it really possible to make a woman cum that way? She had so many questions, but it was getting harder to think as the Rottweiler continued to eat her pussy so wonderfully. Her body jerked and bucked atop the table as the strangers tongue delved so deep between the petals of her Heavenly flower.

After what felt like a pleasurable torturous eternity later, Caesar eventually relented and lifted his now rather damp muzzle from between her thighs to grin down at a very heavily panting Kitty. “We’re only just getting started” he growled almost threateningly down at her, just as he let his eagerness she’d been sucking on earlier slap down between her thighs and against her lower abdomen.

She didn’t know how she was supposed to take the Rottweiler’s member inside herself, he was absolutely massive, at least compared do Dan. He had always been enough for her, they had fun together over the years. As Caesar drew his hips back and let the weight of his meaty prick guide his tapered tip down between her folds, Kitty had to fight the urge to tell him to stop. If she did though, who knew what these three would do to her husband. Considering what they were doing to her now and this was the easier of the two options they had offered, part of her knew that if they had left with Dan, that she more than likely never would have seen him again. She couldn’t let that happen to her daughter’s father, they loved him dearly and if she could prevent them from experiencing the heartache of losing a parent, this would be worth it.

“Fuck me, tight little bitch, ain’tcha?” Caesar's lust filled growl broke her train of thought, soon followed by the feeling of her passage being spread wide to accommodate his girthy cock. Her lips parted as she tried to snap back at him, but all that came out of her mouth was incoherent babbling. Her body seemed to be struggling to process all these new sensations as more and more of the Rottweiler’s thick pink length began to open her up.

Dan whimpered again as he watched Kitty’s eyes almost roll into the back of her head when Caesar finally mounted her. Again, his dear wife was arching her back and gyrating her hips as the black and tan mutt forced his thick dick deep inside her smaller form. He could even see how Kitty’s toes spread wide before clenching tight enough to pop her joints, she had always had such lovely legs and feet. Dan had always thought she could have been an amazing ballet dancer with those legs and feet of hers, but now he was watching them dance to a different tune as her cunt was ploughed by three strangers she had never met before, or soon would be.

“There you go, getting used to all that dick now, still squeezing like a motherfucker though” Caesar taunted as he began to stir his hips and work a few inches in and out of the preacher’s wife at a time. Gradually he worked himself deeper and deeper into Kitty, until finally his balls tapped against her bubble butt below and his knot kissed against her stretched opening. “She on the pill or anything, preach?” the Rottweiler suddenly asked with a malicious grin.

“W…what? N…no, why would she be?” Dan frowned in confusion for a second, not quite understanding why Caesar would even be asking him such a thing.

“No reason” he replied, turning to grin back at Titus and Brutus standing beside him. This was going to turn out even better than they thought. Luckily, Kitty didn’t seem to notice or hear the question either, she was far too lost in being fucked properly for the first time. With how her eyes were screwed shut tight and her bottom lip bitten again, it was obvious that she was trying not to cum from this treatment. That just wouldn’t do, Caesar thought to himself as he hooked one of her legs over his shoulder. This allowed him to reach around her thigh and down to begin rubbing at her clit. The moment he touched her there, Kitty’s beautiful green eyes opened wide as she stared up at him pleadingly while shaking her head. She didn’t want to cum, not like this, it felt so wrong and shameful. The Rottweiler didn’t care though, he wanted to make the gorgeous married woman cum as much as possible, to show her what she had been missing out on all the years she was married to the pathetic excuse of a man that was her husband.

She couldn’t contain herself; Dan had never touched her clit in all their years together, at least not on purpose. So having this brute focus on it while he fucked her, it was far too much for her mind to process. It barely took more than a few more strokes of his fat prick inside her before she had an even more intense climax than the first one he had wrung from her. It felt as if she were being electrocuted with how her muscles seemed to seize and then convulse, the pleasure was so intense it was almost painful, explosions going off in every cell of her body and sending her to another plane of existence she never knew existed.

“Good Kitty, cum for Daddy” the Rottweiler cooed down to her as he strummed her little clit with expert precision. The way she was gripping down around his cock though, along with how she was bucking and writhing, he knew he wouldn’t last long. But knowing the preacher’s wife wasn’t on any sort of birth-control, he didn’t even bother trying to hold back his own climax. With a harsh snarl, Caesar began bucking hard and deep into the clenching cunt before him. She was so damned tight and felt so good that it didn’t take more than a dozen strokes before his heavy dark furred balls tucked up against his scrotum and began spewing their contents deep inside the married woman’s pussy.

Dan watched in almost horror as Caesar hips hitched and jerked in the obvious throws of his climax, there was no mistaking those little motions. He did the same damn thing when he and Kitty made love. Though, he was never so animalistic and rough with her, so seeing someone else hammer their cock into is wife was, well…it was…exhilarating! Dan reached down to stroke his cock, but found his length was already slick and slimy, when he looked down into his lap, he was surprised to see he had climaxed as well. He didn’t recall even touching himself, but there was very evidently spent seed coating his cream-coloured inner thighs. Somehow, he was still achingly hard though, his cock didn’t seem to want to deflate like it normally did after he had cum inside his wife. When he looked back up to where his wife still lay motionless, he looked up just in time to see Caesar ’s thick cock slip free of her and be briefly connected by a gossamer strand of the mixture of his cum and Kitty’s nectar for the briefest of moments.

“Brutus, you’re up next” Caesar smirked down at Dan as he walked past the preacher, briefly pausing and looking down pointedly at the beagle’s messy lap with a knowing smug grin. Again, all Dan could do was lower his ears and tuck his tail as best as he possibly could, while the Rottweiler sauntered on past him to the old fridge tucked in the corner and helped himself to a drink. “No beer…can’t say I’m surprised” the black and tan mutt noted, instead opting for a root beer instead.

Kitty’s head was spinning as she started to come down, how was it possible to reach even higher heights of pleasure than she had from that bastard’s tongue? Part of her began to wonder what she had been missing out on all her life being married to Dan, was this what other women were experiencing out in the big wide world? She loved her husband still, but this was, so wrong yet so right. Her entire body was still tingling, as if she had just woken up from a deep slumber. She wasn’t even fully aware when the next man took his place between her thighs, at least not until he leaned down over her and pressed a kiss to her lips. Kitty whimpered against the large Pitbull's maw as he sheathed himself inside her in one smooth stroke. His hands guided her thighs up around his waist as he began to fuck her slow and deep, while his agile tongue danced around in her mouth. Idly she wondered what his tongue would feel like inside her pussy if he was this good at kissing.

“See, now she’s getting into it” Caesar noted as he sat down on the seat beside Dan and handed the preacher one of his own root beer’s. Dan dumbly nodded and accepted the drink while he watched another large male mound and fuck his wife. This time she didn’t seem to put up any resistance when he took her, especially not with how she was kissing Brutus back and her thighs were wrapped about his waist. Even when the Pitbull let go of her one leg to instead reach up and grope at her bouncing breast, Kitty merely groaned louder into the kiss.

Brutus was taking his time fucking the married Dalmatian, his short stub of a tail flicked merrily behind him as he used nearly his entire length to pull back and thrust deep into the married quim beneath himself. Caesar's cum made for excellent lubricant, at least the bits that weren’t being shoved deeper into the once faithful preacher’s wife’s cunt now. Again, Kitty came hard, though this time she couldn’t buck or writhe beneath the large mutt fucking her. She was pinned in place beneath him, somehow this just made this climax even more intense than the last.

Dan watched as his wife’s thighs clenched tight around Brutus’s waist, the small upward thrusts her hips made as she came hard were the only indication she was cumming. Her sounds were drowned out by the Pitbull's tongue dominating her own smaller oral muscle, while he groped at her perfect breast and continued fucking her through her most recent orgasm. There they were again, those curled toes as her legs danced in the air above the strangers back.

When Kitty finally began coming down from her latest climax, Brutus finally broke the kiss and let her pant heavily beneath him. The Pitbull raised himself up over her, his hands either side of her head as he stared intensely down at her, for some reason Kitty found she couldn’t look away from his calm grey gaze. Suddenly his hips started to pick up the pace as he began fucking her with greater effort and desire, his heavy white furred balls tapping against her behind again and again. Even though he had just made her climax not a moment ago, there was something in the Pitbull's gaze that was exciting her once more. She felt that welling up deep inside her as he pushed her toward yet another intense climax, this time she wouldn’t be doing so alone. Kitty managed to keep her eyes open this time when she came, staring up at the ruggedly handsome mutt above her. She felt his cock lurch and begin spilling his seed deep inside her a moment later, almost in time with her own orgasm. For the briefest of moments, the rest of the room faded away and it was just the two of them. It was as if she had never been married to Dan, this was who she was meant to me and for once, she felt complete and truly happy.

For a few moments after his cock slowed down and no more of his seed spilled within the preacher’s wife, Brutus remained buried inside her while his cock softened and shrank until it slipped free of her naturally. Only then did the Pitbull step away from her with a broad grin, turning to look at Dan who stared wide eyed back at him. Brutus knew what he had just done to the preacher’s wife, so did Dan. That was not just fucking, Brutus had broken the married woman to her core, there would be no going back to how things were before and it showed.

When Titus stepped up, she was the one to initiate this time as she reached down and rather eagerly guided his thick cock to her cunt. Before, Kitty would have hesitated at even taking Caesar ’s cock. But now, she was eagerly taking the Great Dane’s massive prick without hesitation. Titus had turned his head to grin smugly at Dan as he slowly pushed his hips forward, forcing the thick red trunk of his member deep into the married bitch beneath him. He almost laughed to, watching as Dan’s untouched cock began to spit pathetic little wads of his useless seed all over his lap again. The sight and sounds of his wife eagerly taking another cock that wasn’t his own was too much for the preacher.

She wanted more, needed more of this. The Great Dane was easily the biggest cock of the three, but it hurt so good when he entered her. Even before his knot kissed her lips, she felt his tip bump against her inner barrier. It felt uncomfortable, not bad, just uncomfortable, like biting the inside of her cheek and then unable to stop poking at it with her tongue. Only now that feeling was coming from somewhere deep inside her belly when the large mutt began to fuck her roughly, she could feel his tapered tip battering against that inner barrier to her womb. Kitty didn’t care however, she had already taken two loads from the last two men, now she actively wanted the third. She wanted them to fill her to the brim, to make her kneel before them and suck their cocks. She wanted all this, to be used and fucked until she couldn’t walk anymore, she had missed out on all this pleasure for twenty goddamn years of her life! There was no way she would be satisfied with just fucking Dan anymore, after all, he was the one that had gotten her into this mess in the first place. He hadn’t cared about her or their kids, so why should she care about him? She still loved him she supposed, but now she knew that he only held her heart. Her body belonged to this, to the pleasure and she never wanted it to end.

“Fuck me, this bitch is so goddamn tight still” Titus snarled as he hunched over Kitty, his immense size dwarfing the much smaller white furred and black spotted curvy canine. Before, she would have looked away in shame at hearing him talk about her in such a manner. Now it just excited her even more, now she just rolled and ground her hips down onto the thick cock pummeling at her cervix. Titus couldn’t help but grin when he saw the look in Kitty’s eyes, it was as if she was challenging him to fuck her harder. “Dirty bitch, you asked for it” he growled low and stood up straight while reaching down to grab about the curve of her waist and hold her in place. Soon the big brute was fucking her hard and deep, as if trying to get his cock all the way inside her. It worked to, Kitty suddenly barked out short and sharp when he finally battered his way past her cervix. For a brief moment Titus thought he’d hurt her, the way her eyes rolled back inside her head and she started to convulse.

Only once the initial shock had past, he felt how her inner muscles were flexing and squeezing so damn tight around him, that he realized the filthy slut was actually cumming again. He knew she was too tight and small to take his knot, but he needed to cum so badly himself that he reached down and began squeezing just behind the large bulb of flesh to simulate a tie. It worked too, as soon Titus was rolling his head back and howling to the sky while he emptied both barrels directly into Kitty’s womb. When he finally lowered his gaze back down to her though, the Dalmatian had passed out and actually looked rather serene.

“Your bitch has a killer cunt, well…not for you anymore at least” Titus mocked as he withdrew his thickness from the still clenching depths of the now passed out Kitty. Dan cringed at the lewd wet suctioning sound his wife’s pussy made when the Great Dane’s dick finally pulled free and all his sticky white mess began to spill from his wife’s well fucked cunt.

“Well Dan, I’m in a generous mood today, so I think that performance was good enough to knock off half your debt” Caesar commented after downing the remainder of his root beer.

“Th…thanks…” was all the beagle could muster saying, unable to meet the three larger canines looks of triumph at having just fucked his wife. They knew he would never be able to compare to them, not only that, the pathetic cuck had cum twice without touching himself just from watching them use his woman too. Dan sat meekly as he watched the three men get dressed and talk about how much fun they had with Kitty, so far, she had been the best cuckold’s wife they’d gotten to fuck in recent weeks. Even though he heard the comment, Dan still did not put two and two together that he had been had, instead he just watched as his wife slowly began to come to. Her eyes focused on him; the anger now gone from her gaze as she instead smiled radiantly.

“We’ll be expecting your next payment soon, Danny boy…” Caesar called over his shoulder as he began ascending the stairs from the McMillan’s basement.

“Wait!” Kitty suddenly called out after the three large mutts, who all paused and turned to look at her in surprise. “What would it take to clear his debt?” she asked while wearily pulling herself up into a sitting position at the edge of the table. Caesar and his two men turned to look at one another with broad knowing grins.

“Let us try put a litter in you…” Caesar began to descend the stairs again as he spoke, his eyes narrowing at Kitty as he sized her up, judging to see how far he could push his luck. “And you let me fuck that tight little ass of yours” he threw in for good measure when he saw she didn’t seem to balk at the first request.

“Fine…” Kitty agreed after turning to look at Dan one last time, her eyes briefly lowering before meeting his gaze again. Dan sat motionless and stared at his wife wide eyed, he never thought he would ever hear his wife agree to such a thing. He wanted to be angry at her for doing so too, but he couldn’t. He felt so ashamed of himself for letting his wife take on this burden for him, but most of all, he was ashamed at how fucking hard his dick was. The preacher watched as his beautiful wife was turned around and bent over the table while Caesar dropped his pants and underwear again, his thick cock being ground against Kitty’s perfect spotted bubble butt while the Rottweiler grinned over at him. Kitty was about to give up her last virginity, all for him, and he couldn’t be happier.