WWA 2: Wolf Unit
of
KnottyPie
genre
zoophilia
Lucia found her nipples hardened as she passed through the door of WWA: Wolf Unit. Her stupid tits betrayed her mind’s moral compass. She licked her bottom lip, tucking it in between her teeth with uncertainty. I shouldn’t be here, Lucia thought. But fuck, I must find out for myself.
She walked towards the receptionist’s desk, the spinning chair void of anyone. She rang the bell, the soft sound echoed in the small waiting room. A lady quickly appeared, a petite brunette with pixie-cut hair. She smiled at Lucia.
“Can I help you,” the receptionist asked with a smile.
“Yes,” Lucia started. “Wait, no.” She bit her lip again.
The receptionist’s eyes narrowed.
“Are you a cop,” the receptionist sneered.
“What,” Lucia’s eyes widened in confusion. “No!”
Lucia shifted under the receptionist’s harsh gaze, her heart in her throat at the trouble she might be in if the woman didn’t believe her.
The receptionist softened slightly.
“First time,” she asked.
Lucia can only help but nod.
The receptionist looked Lucia up and down. Her gaze focused on the pert nipples poking through her skin-tight sweater. The receptionist licked her lips, her gaze shifted back to Lucia.
“Follow me,” the receptionist said.
Lucia followed the shorter woman toward a hallway that led to several closed doors. Each door had a sign on the front, the thick paper material hole punched with string tightened on each end. The sign swayed slightly on its hook from the receptionist’s brisk walk; it read, “Occupied.”
Lucia turned toward the other side of the hallway and saw those signs too were flipped toward the “Occupied” inscription. Lucia groaned in her mind, the possibilities of what occurred behind those closed doors made her head spin. Her panties were damp, she needed release.
The receptionist took out a key, unlocked the door at the very end of the hallway, and entered the room. Lucia followed suit, taking in the room’s décor…it looked like a veterinary office. Lucia was confused. She turned toward the receptionist who observed her every movement. She probably thinks I’m still a cop. How far she is from the truth, Lucia thought. Something about the look on Lucia’s face must have pleased the receptionist as she finally gave Lucia a warm smile.
“We make the rooms look like this in case the cops try busting down our doors,” the receptionist said. “On paper, we’re an animal hospital, WWA standing for ‘Working With Animals.’ But by word of mouth? The many women that are part of this facility? They know what WWA really means. We train women like you to take animal cock of all kinds.”
“So, you don’t nurse any animals here,” Lucia asked, ignoring her rapid heartbeat at the receptionist’s crude words.
“There is a nursing unit in the organization for newborn animals,” the receptionist explained. “But we do have a few vets at each facility that take care of the animals. When hurt, sick, or for…other reasons. Technically, we’re not telling a lie that this place is an animal hospital.”
Lucia’s clit rippled at that idea. The thought of a vet fucking an animal that is no longer sick. Being taken on the elevated tables; back arched, pussy dripping animal cum. I hope I can watch one day.
“You breed your animals with each other,” Lucia asked, her mind trying to distract herself from her lustful thoughts.
The receptionist gave a slow perverted smile. “You could say that.”
“Anyways,” the receptionist spoke again. “Let’s take you to where you need to go. What is it exactly you wanted?”
The receptionist looked expectantly at Lucia. Her gaze unwavered at the endless possibilities of ‘activities’ she and the organization host in WWA’s Wolf Unit.
“I’ve heard rumours,” Lucia began. “About this show…”
The receptionist’s eyes lit up at Lucia’s words. The petite brunette knew exactly what Lucia referred to. That was one of her favourite activities in this unit. Her nipples perked at the thought of last week’s show. The way that woman’s back arched.
“Yes,” the receptionist cleared her throat. “Right this way then.”
The receptionist flipped a hidden switch that moved a picture frame out of its place. The black frame held a portrait of a very sexy woman standing next to a wolf. Her stance was powerful, her eyes focused on the camera ahead. Lucia felt like the woman was looking into her soul, exposing all the dark desires Lucia only wished she had the guts to perform.
The receptionist walked toward the hole in the wall that was hidden behind the picture frame. Lucia followed suit; a small draft brushed softly against her cheek.
The pair walked for a few minutes, but to Lucia, it felt like hours. Her mind was distracted by the endless possibilities of what was in store. Would she be able to participate? Would this be a one-time occurrence? Lucia wanted answers after eavesdropping on her step-aunt's whispered conversation with a very young girlfriend. Skarlett I think her name was, Lucia pondered to herself.
The bottom line, her step-aunt was a dazed 40+ woman and could not be trusted. But something about the whispered conversation seemed true. The main purpose of visiting this facility is to see if Aunt Cleo was talking shit, Lucia kept repeating to herself. She snorts to herself. Yeah right…you truly want to see if women really do get pumped with animal cock.
The duo finally arrived at The Circle of Doors. The doors led to private booths that had a one-way mirror focused on the centre. The only thing these people could see were the other black windows, and whatever…‘activity’ was taking place in the centre. The occupied ones had a red light over the door head. It was dead silent, almost an eery silence that sent shivers down Lucia’s body. Her clit throbbed; her pussy pulsed with anticipation. She was ready.
“Right this way,” the receptionist opened Lucia’s door. She took a sparkly pink-purple chalkboard marker from her pant pocket and opened the cap. She was about to write something but paused.
“I’m sorry,” the receptionist smiled sheepishly. “I didn’t ask for your name.”
Lucia was about to open her mouth in response but closed it as she remembered a part of the conversation Aunt Cleo had with her friend.
“Are you serious,” Aunt Cleo whispered into the phone. “You had to give a fake name?”
A muffled reply came from the phone’s speaker.
“God, that’s erotic,” Aunt Cleo bit her lip.
She paused so her friend could speak.
“Of course, you did the right thing,” Aunt Cleo reassured her friend.
“What you and those people are doing is illegal; you want to keep your identity safe Skarlett,” Aunt Cleo teased.
“Kandi,” came Lucia’s reply. “My name is Kandi.”
The receptionist hid her smile, knowing a fake name when she saw one. Good, that means this facility is getting popularity and many women are giving in to their desires for animal cock. Nothing like a large animal pounding your pussy until you cum.
“Nice to meet you Kandi,” the receptionist replied. “I’m Debra. Now, get yourself…settled. The show is about to begin. Feel free to have the drinks in the minibar. It's on us.”
Lucia could only help but nod, her entire body was on fire for what she was about to see.
Debra placed her hand on the doorknob before she turned to Lucia one last time.
“By the way,” Debra smirked. “All the booths are soundproof.”
Then, she left without a word, closing the door behind her. Lucia was left with the silence of the room and her own thoughts. Debra’s last words echoed in her brain repeatedly. What did she mean by that? Why was that important for me to know?
She took the time to look around, noticing a clock on her left that had a countdown until the next show. 2 more minutes… Lucia controlled her breathing. Now away from prying eyes, she wasn’t so confident with her plan.
She opened the minibar, squatting to pursue her options. She saw a fine bottle of champagne from Italy, as well as an unopened bottle of red wine from France.
Shit, she thought. I’m already here. I might as well have a drink.
She sat down on the plush armchair after pouring herself a tall glass of wine, her body relaxed at the decision to sit down. She took a sip of her wine, the drink cooling her warm throat. She finished the full glass by the time the lights in her booth switched off and the centre was illuminated. She poured herself another glass of wine, the champagne on standby and Lucia relaxed in her armchair, taking her shoes off.
She sighed softly to herself, seeing a scantily clad-dressed woman enter the stage. Her soft voice filled Lucia’s speakers in her booth.
“Thank you all for coming,” the woman purred into her microphone. “I’m happy to finally announce her debut on The Wolf Show; here’s Hercules and Skarlett.”
Lucia gasped slightly at that name. She knew that name. She remembered the conversation her Aunt Cleo had with the girl on the phone.
Lucia shook her head. No, it can’t be the same woman.
But much to Lucia’s surprise, it was! And Skarlett was one sexy woman. She was completely nude, and following behind her was a gigantic wolf. Lucia quickly got out of her armchair to take a closer look.
Her face practically touched the one-way window, her short breaths fogging up the window slightly.
That’s a real wolf, Lucia thought in shock and awe. A real-life, wild wolf.
The show started off slowly, Skarlett coaxing the wolf, flirting with it like you would a lover. However, the wolf was done letting his bitch tease him the way she was. His snout immediately found her center, Skarlett throwing her head back in ecstasy.
Her moans filled the speakers of Lucia’s booth, her short breaths matching the laps of Hercules’ tongue on Skarlett’s glistening pussy.
Lucia gripped her wineglass, her bottom lip slightly bleeding at how hard she was biting it. A soft ring echoed in the booth. Lucia turned at the source and saw drawers automatically sliding out from its confines. She padded barefoot toward the drawers and examined the contents with a newfound interest.
Dildos of all shapes and sizes were laid on the drawers. The only thing the dildos had in common was wolf. Nipple and pussy clamps, duct tape, rope, and even collars took their deserved space as well. So many options to stuff one, maybe even two dildos up her holes, but Lucia was still reluctant.
She turned away from the drawers, drowning the rest of her wine for comfort. She sat back down on the armchair, her eyes on the scene before her.
Hercules had Skarlett in a doggy position. His thrusts were deep but forceful. Skarlett’s tits bounced with each thrust, her pert nipples brushing against the carpet floor they were fucking on. Her moans grew breathy, her groans grew louder.
Lucia closed her eyes tightly. She couldn’t help herself and gave in to her desire. She pulled her tight sweater off, revealing C-cup breasts that bounced each time she walked. She removed the pasties off her tits, throwing them somewhere on her carpeted floor.
Next, she removed her leggings, the cool air in the booth caused goosebumps to prickle her thighs. Her panties were the last to come off. Her juices stayed attached to her panties and the vaginal opening. The spider-like web of secretions glistened her pussy. Her panties joined the rest of the clothes on the carpet.
She got up, her legs wobbly from the adrenaline, and stopped in front of the drawers. Skarlett’s moans echoed on the walls of the room, and the sound of Hercules’ big cock sloshing in her pussy grew louder. God, Lucia thought. To be fucked that hard. That long. That full.
Lucia quickly grabbed the wolf dildo. It was about 7 inches long, had a solid knot at the bottom, and was realistic in colour. She tossed it on the armchair before returning to her other options. Hercules’ pants were now prominent. He wanted to breed his bitch. Drain his balls deep inside her and make her have his pups. Skarlett had no choice but to comply.
Lucia saw the different collars, but one stood out the most. It was black leather, with “Wolf’s Bitch” etched in gold. She quickly strapped it on, the feeling foreign to her neck.
She grabbed the nipple and pussy clamps, clamping each one to its respective place. Each clamp had a gold paw on the ends. The chains met in the middle with a leash attached to it. The other end of the leash was connected to a hook deep inside the booth wall. That area of the wall had a few gizmos and gadgets that she didn’t have the patience to observe closely.
She quickly went back to the armchair, the chains and leash from her new toy grazed the floor. She sat back down, grabbing the wolf dildo. She happened to look up at Skarlett and Hercules, her pussy rippling at the scene before her. Skarlett was suspended in the air now, Hercules’ body draped over her. The wolf was huge. His form still expanded beyond Skarlett’s body. Lucia was shocked by the wolf’s stamina. His thrusts were precise and continuous. He didn’t stop fucking his bitch.
Lucia took the wolf cock and placed it in her mouth. She gave it a small blowjob, coating the dildo with her saliva. She went to the knot, licking it like she would a wolf lover. Her saliva left lines of spit on the cock when she moved her mouth away.
Lucia lined it right at her pussy and pushed. She groaned softly; the feeling not entirely foreign. Her clit throbbed with the intrusion. She kept pushing until the dildo was just about knot deep inside of her. She gave herself time to adjust to the fullness, watching Skarlett and Hercules.
From Lucia’s angle, she could see where Hercules and Skarlett met. His pre-cum dribbled out of Skarlett’s pussy along with her juices. The secretions would hit the carpeted floor. Skarlett was mewling now, the wolf panting ever so often.
Lucia was moving the dildo back and forth now. She noticed how unbothered Hercules was with what he was doing. He was in the centre of some stage show, fucking the brains out of a human. He wasn’t emotionally involved. He didn’t give a fuck. He wanted to breed. To him, Skarlett was just a cocksleeve; nothing more. Her only purpose was to be fucked by his cock, her pussy filled with his fertile sperm, and for her to give him offspring.
The thought of that made Lucia groan louder and fall deeper into her armchair. She was moving the dildo inside of her swiftly. The knot went in a little bit more each time she’d thrust. She bit her lip to hide her moans, embarrassed at her slutty sounds. She remembered Debra’s words: “the booth is soundproof.” She didn’t hold back after that; her lips parted with another loud moan.
Unexpectedly, the clamps attached to her nipples and clit were pulled. Lucia mewled at that; the feeling delicious. It was pain mixed with pleasure and she wanted to feel it again. It seemed as if whoever invented this contraption knew what she was thinking because the clamps got pulled again.
By now, the entire knot fit into Lucia’s pussy, and she kept thrusting it in her each time. She looked up at Skarlett and saw that Hercules had finally tied his bitch. His cum was filling her fertile womb. His hips slightly moved at Skarlett’s pussy gripping his knot. The bitch was addicted.
Lucia took her time with the dildo, pausing her release. She knew that the knotting would be some time before they separated. She did her research prior to coming here. Her nipples and clit kept getting pulled ever so often. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head. She was in ecstasy. The dildo was dripping with her love juices.
20 minutes had passed before Hercules came out of Skarlett’s pussy with a pop. The gush of cum that flowed out of Skarlett sent Lucia over the edge. Her nipples and clit were pulled the entire time she had her orgasm. The dildo shoved deeper each time. She was screaming at this point. Her vision was spotty.
By the time Lucia regained her composure, Skarlett and Hercules were taken off the stage and the lights were switched off. The lights in her own booth illuminated. The brightness was not so harsh.
Lucia sunk further into the armchair. She was spent. She brought her fingers to the opening of her vagina and scooped some of her cum. She slowly sucked on her fingers, her eyes closing as she thought of the events that happened today. She laughed softly, thankful that she got to experience this without anyone watching.
Little did she know that there was someone watching through the small microchip-sized camera at the far corner of the ceiling. Little did she know that the owner of WWA, Yvette, was watching her while being fucked by her own pet wolf, Piston. Little did Lucia know that Yvette had 8 inches of wolf cock lodged deep in her pussy as Yvette watched Lucia succumb to her orgasm. Yvette wanted to cum again. Thankfully, Piston’s cock didn’t discredit his name.
Yvette’s drool dribbled down her chin, while Piston’s dribbled down her neck to her breasts. The supple flesh glistened with sweat from their long lovemaking session. Yvette’s hard nipples brushed against the fabric of her bed. The sensitivity set off another orgasm that lodged Piston’s cock further into her pussy. After regaining her composure, Yvette brought her phone to her ear.
“Mm, you’re right Debra,” Lucia purred softly into her phone. “The girl will fit so well as a permanent member at WWA.”
“I told you,” Debra groaned into her own cell phone. Her own pet wolf, Tucker, fucking her balls deep.
Yvette could hear the sloshing sound of Tucker’s cock thrusting into Debra’s pussy. The sound would never get old, Yvette thought.
Yvette looked back at the monitors on her computer, watching each of the women in the booths getting off once more as a new wolf and his bitch entered the centre. She even spotted Debra in one of the booths, letting Tucker fuck her brains out. She always found Debra so hot and erotic. Perhaps she’d be willing to participate in next week’s show.
Yvette smiled to herself. Here, these women didn’t have to hide their desire. They could finally be what they’ve always wanted to be: an animal’s bitch.
She walked towards the receptionist’s desk, the spinning chair void of anyone. She rang the bell, the soft sound echoed in the small waiting room. A lady quickly appeared, a petite brunette with pixie-cut hair. She smiled at Lucia.
“Can I help you,” the receptionist asked with a smile.
“Yes,” Lucia started. “Wait, no.” She bit her lip again.
The receptionist’s eyes narrowed.
“Are you a cop,” the receptionist sneered.
“What,” Lucia’s eyes widened in confusion. “No!”
Lucia shifted under the receptionist’s harsh gaze, her heart in her throat at the trouble she might be in if the woman didn’t believe her.
The receptionist softened slightly.
“First time,” she asked.
Lucia can only help but nod.
The receptionist looked Lucia up and down. Her gaze focused on the pert nipples poking through her skin-tight sweater. The receptionist licked her lips, her gaze shifted back to Lucia.
“Follow me,” the receptionist said.
Lucia followed the shorter woman toward a hallway that led to several closed doors. Each door had a sign on the front, the thick paper material hole punched with string tightened on each end. The sign swayed slightly on its hook from the receptionist’s brisk walk; it read, “Occupied.”
Lucia turned toward the other side of the hallway and saw those signs too were flipped toward the “Occupied” inscription. Lucia groaned in her mind, the possibilities of what occurred behind those closed doors made her head spin. Her panties were damp, she needed release.
The receptionist took out a key, unlocked the door at the very end of the hallway, and entered the room. Lucia followed suit, taking in the room’s décor…it looked like a veterinary office. Lucia was confused. She turned toward the receptionist who observed her every movement. She probably thinks I’m still a cop. How far she is from the truth, Lucia thought. Something about the look on Lucia’s face must have pleased the receptionist as she finally gave Lucia a warm smile.
“We make the rooms look like this in case the cops try busting down our doors,” the receptionist said. “On paper, we’re an animal hospital, WWA standing for ‘Working With Animals.’ But by word of mouth? The many women that are part of this facility? They know what WWA really means. We train women like you to take animal cock of all kinds.”
“So, you don’t nurse any animals here,” Lucia asked, ignoring her rapid heartbeat at the receptionist’s crude words.
“There is a nursing unit in the organization for newborn animals,” the receptionist explained. “But we do have a few vets at each facility that take care of the animals. When hurt, sick, or for…other reasons. Technically, we’re not telling a lie that this place is an animal hospital.”
Lucia’s clit rippled at that idea. The thought of a vet fucking an animal that is no longer sick. Being taken on the elevated tables; back arched, pussy dripping animal cum. I hope I can watch one day.
“You breed your animals with each other,” Lucia asked, her mind trying to distract herself from her lustful thoughts.
The receptionist gave a slow perverted smile. “You could say that.”
“Anyways,” the receptionist spoke again. “Let’s take you to where you need to go. What is it exactly you wanted?”
The receptionist looked expectantly at Lucia. Her gaze unwavered at the endless possibilities of ‘activities’ she and the organization host in WWA’s Wolf Unit.
“I’ve heard rumours,” Lucia began. “About this show…”
The receptionist’s eyes lit up at Lucia’s words. The petite brunette knew exactly what Lucia referred to. That was one of her favourite activities in this unit. Her nipples perked at the thought of last week’s show. The way that woman’s back arched.
“Yes,” the receptionist cleared her throat. “Right this way then.”
The receptionist flipped a hidden switch that moved a picture frame out of its place. The black frame held a portrait of a very sexy woman standing next to a wolf. Her stance was powerful, her eyes focused on the camera ahead. Lucia felt like the woman was looking into her soul, exposing all the dark desires Lucia only wished she had the guts to perform.
The receptionist walked toward the hole in the wall that was hidden behind the picture frame. Lucia followed suit; a small draft brushed softly against her cheek.
The pair walked for a few minutes, but to Lucia, it felt like hours. Her mind was distracted by the endless possibilities of what was in store. Would she be able to participate? Would this be a one-time occurrence? Lucia wanted answers after eavesdropping on her step-aunt's whispered conversation with a very young girlfriend. Skarlett I think her name was, Lucia pondered to herself.
The bottom line, her step-aunt was a dazed 40+ woman and could not be trusted. But something about the whispered conversation seemed true. The main purpose of visiting this facility is to see if Aunt Cleo was talking shit, Lucia kept repeating to herself. She snorts to herself. Yeah right…you truly want to see if women really do get pumped with animal cock.
The duo finally arrived at The Circle of Doors. The doors led to private booths that had a one-way mirror focused on the centre. The only thing these people could see were the other black windows, and whatever…‘activity’ was taking place in the centre. The occupied ones had a red light over the door head. It was dead silent, almost an eery silence that sent shivers down Lucia’s body. Her clit throbbed; her pussy pulsed with anticipation. She was ready.
“Right this way,” the receptionist opened Lucia’s door. She took a sparkly pink-purple chalkboard marker from her pant pocket and opened the cap. She was about to write something but paused.
“I’m sorry,” the receptionist smiled sheepishly. “I didn’t ask for your name.”
Lucia was about to open her mouth in response but closed it as she remembered a part of the conversation Aunt Cleo had with her friend.
“Are you serious,” Aunt Cleo whispered into the phone. “You had to give a fake name?”
A muffled reply came from the phone’s speaker.
“God, that’s erotic,” Aunt Cleo bit her lip.
She paused so her friend could speak.
“Of course, you did the right thing,” Aunt Cleo reassured her friend.
“What you and those people are doing is illegal; you want to keep your identity safe Skarlett,” Aunt Cleo teased.
“Kandi,” came Lucia’s reply. “My name is Kandi.”
The receptionist hid her smile, knowing a fake name when she saw one. Good, that means this facility is getting popularity and many women are giving in to their desires for animal cock. Nothing like a large animal pounding your pussy until you cum.
“Nice to meet you Kandi,” the receptionist replied. “I’m Debra. Now, get yourself…settled. The show is about to begin. Feel free to have the drinks in the minibar. It's on us.”
Lucia could only help but nod, her entire body was on fire for what she was about to see.
Debra placed her hand on the doorknob before she turned to Lucia one last time.
“By the way,” Debra smirked. “All the booths are soundproof.”
Then, she left without a word, closing the door behind her. Lucia was left with the silence of the room and her own thoughts. Debra’s last words echoed in her brain repeatedly. What did she mean by that? Why was that important for me to know?
She took the time to look around, noticing a clock on her left that had a countdown until the next show. 2 more minutes… Lucia controlled her breathing. Now away from prying eyes, she wasn’t so confident with her plan.
She opened the minibar, squatting to pursue her options. She saw a fine bottle of champagne from Italy, as well as an unopened bottle of red wine from France.
Shit, she thought. I’m already here. I might as well have a drink.
She sat down on the plush armchair after pouring herself a tall glass of wine, her body relaxed at the decision to sit down. She took a sip of her wine, the drink cooling her warm throat. She finished the full glass by the time the lights in her booth switched off and the centre was illuminated. She poured herself another glass of wine, the champagne on standby and Lucia relaxed in her armchair, taking her shoes off.
She sighed softly to herself, seeing a scantily clad-dressed woman enter the stage. Her soft voice filled Lucia’s speakers in her booth.
“Thank you all for coming,” the woman purred into her microphone. “I’m happy to finally announce her debut on The Wolf Show; here’s Hercules and Skarlett.”
Lucia gasped slightly at that name. She knew that name. She remembered the conversation her Aunt Cleo had with the girl on the phone.
Lucia shook her head. No, it can’t be the same woman.
But much to Lucia’s surprise, it was! And Skarlett was one sexy woman. She was completely nude, and following behind her was a gigantic wolf. Lucia quickly got out of her armchair to take a closer look.
Her face practically touched the one-way window, her short breaths fogging up the window slightly.
That’s a real wolf, Lucia thought in shock and awe. A real-life, wild wolf.
The show started off slowly, Skarlett coaxing the wolf, flirting with it like you would a lover. However, the wolf was done letting his bitch tease him the way she was. His snout immediately found her center, Skarlett throwing her head back in ecstasy.
Her moans filled the speakers of Lucia’s booth, her short breaths matching the laps of Hercules’ tongue on Skarlett’s glistening pussy.
Lucia gripped her wineglass, her bottom lip slightly bleeding at how hard she was biting it. A soft ring echoed in the booth. Lucia turned at the source and saw drawers automatically sliding out from its confines. She padded barefoot toward the drawers and examined the contents with a newfound interest.
Dildos of all shapes and sizes were laid on the drawers. The only thing the dildos had in common was wolf. Nipple and pussy clamps, duct tape, rope, and even collars took their deserved space as well. So many options to stuff one, maybe even two dildos up her holes, but Lucia was still reluctant.
She turned away from the drawers, drowning the rest of her wine for comfort. She sat back down on the armchair, her eyes on the scene before her.
Hercules had Skarlett in a doggy position. His thrusts were deep but forceful. Skarlett’s tits bounced with each thrust, her pert nipples brushing against the carpet floor they were fucking on. Her moans grew breathy, her groans grew louder.
Lucia closed her eyes tightly. She couldn’t help herself and gave in to her desire. She pulled her tight sweater off, revealing C-cup breasts that bounced each time she walked. She removed the pasties off her tits, throwing them somewhere on her carpeted floor.
Next, she removed her leggings, the cool air in the booth caused goosebumps to prickle her thighs. Her panties were the last to come off. Her juices stayed attached to her panties and the vaginal opening. The spider-like web of secretions glistened her pussy. Her panties joined the rest of the clothes on the carpet.
She got up, her legs wobbly from the adrenaline, and stopped in front of the drawers. Skarlett’s moans echoed on the walls of the room, and the sound of Hercules’ big cock sloshing in her pussy grew louder. God, Lucia thought. To be fucked that hard. That long. That full.
Lucia quickly grabbed the wolf dildo. It was about 7 inches long, had a solid knot at the bottom, and was realistic in colour. She tossed it on the armchair before returning to her other options. Hercules’ pants were now prominent. He wanted to breed his bitch. Drain his balls deep inside her and make her have his pups. Skarlett had no choice but to comply.
Lucia saw the different collars, but one stood out the most. It was black leather, with “Wolf’s Bitch” etched in gold. She quickly strapped it on, the feeling foreign to her neck.
She grabbed the nipple and pussy clamps, clamping each one to its respective place. Each clamp had a gold paw on the ends. The chains met in the middle with a leash attached to it. The other end of the leash was connected to a hook deep inside the booth wall. That area of the wall had a few gizmos and gadgets that she didn’t have the patience to observe closely.
She quickly went back to the armchair, the chains and leash from her new toy grazed the floor. She sat back down, grabbing the wolf dildo. She happened to look up at Skarlett and Hercules, her pussy rippling at the scene before her. Skarlett was suspended in the air now, Hercules’ body draped over her. The wolf was huge. His form still expanded beyond Skarlett’s body. Lucia was shocked by the wolf’s stamina. His thrusts were precise and continuous. He didn’t stop fucking his bitch.
Lucia took the wolf cock and placed it in her mouth. She gave it a small blowjob, coating the dildo with her saliva. She went to the knot, licking it like she would a wolf lover. Her saliva left lines of spit on the cock when she moved her mouth away.
Lucia lined it right at her pussy and pushed. She groaned softly; the feeling not entirely foreign. Her clit throbbed with the intrusion. She kept pushing until the dildo was just about knot deep inside of her. She gave herself time to adjust to the fullness, watching Skarlett and Hercules.
From Lucia’s angle, she could see where Hercules and Skarlett met. His pre-cum dribbled out of Skarlett’s pussy along with her juices. The secretions would hit the carpeted floor. Skarlett was mewling now, the wolf panting ever so often.
Lucia was moving the dildo back and forth now. She noticed how unbothered Hercules was with what he was doing. He was in the centre of some stage show, fucking the brains out of a human. He wasn’t emotionally involved. He didn’t give a fuck. He wanted to breed. To him, Skarlett was just a cocksleeve; nothing more. Her only purpose was to be fucked by his cock, her pussy filled with his fertile sperm, and for her to give him offspring.
The thought of that made Lucia groan louder and fall deeper into her armchair. She was moving the dildo inside of her swiftly. The knot went in a little bit more each time she’d thrust. She bit her lip to hide her moans, embarrassed at her slutty sounds. She remembered Debra’s words: “the booth is soundproof.” She didn’t hold back after that; her lips parted with another loud moan.
Unexpectedly, the clamps attached to her nipples and clit were pulled. Lucia mewled at that; the feeling delicious. It was pain mixed with pleasure and she wanted to feel it again. It seemed as if whoever invented this contraption knew what she was thinking because the clamps got pulled again.
By now, the entire knot fit into Lucia’s pussy, and she kept thrusting it in her each time. She looked up at Skarlett and saw that Hercules had finally tied his bitch. His cum was filling her fertile womb. His hips slightly moved at Skarlett’s pussy gripping his knot. The bitch was addicted.
Lucia took her time with the dildo, pausing her release. She knew that the knotting would be some time before they separated. She did her research prior to coming here. Her nipples and clit kept getting pulled ever so often. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head. She was in ecstasy. The dildo was dripping with her love juices.
20 minutes had passed before Hercules came out of Skarlett’s pussy with a pop. The gush of cum that flowed out of Skarlett sent Lucia over the edge. Her nipples and clit were pulled the entire time she had her orgasm. The dildo shoved deeper each time. She was screaming at this point. Her vision was spotty.
By the time Lucia regained her composure, Skarlett and Hercules were taken off the stage and the lights were switched off. The lights in her own booth illuminated. The brightness was not so harsh.
Lucia sunk further into the armchair. She was spent. She brought her fingers to the opening of her vagina and scooped some of her cum. She slowly sucked on her fingers, her eyes closing as she thought of the events that happened today. She laughed softly, thankful that she got to experience this without anyone watching.
Little did she know that there was someone watching through the small microchip-sized camera at the far corner of the ceiling. Little did she know that the owner of WWA, Yvette, was watching her while being fucked by her own pet wolf, Piston. Little did Lucia know that Yvette had 8 inches of wolf cock lodged deep in her pussy as Yvette watched Lucia succumb to her orgasm. Yvette wanted to cum again. Thankfully, Piston’s cock didn’t discredit his name.
Yvette’s drool dribbled down her chin, while Piston’s dribbled down her neck to her breasts. The supple flesh glistened with sweat from their long lovemaking session. Yvette’s hard nipples brushed against the fabric of her bed. The sensitivity set off another orgasm that lodged Piston’s cock further into her pussy. After regaining her composure, Yvette brought her phone to her ear.
“Mm, you’re right Debra,” Lucia purred softly into her phone. “The girl will fit so well as a permanent member at WWA.”
“I told you,” Debra groaned into her own cell phone. Her own pet wolf, Tucker, fucking her balls deep.
Yvette could hear the sloshing sound of Tucker’s cock thrusting into Debra’s pussy. The sound would never get old, Yvette thought.
Yvette looked back at the monitors on her computer, watching each of the women in the booths getting off once more as a new wolf and his bitch entered the centre. She even spotted Debra in one of the booths, letting Tucker fuck her brains out. She always found Debra so hot and erotic. Perhaps she’d be willing to participate in next week’s show.
Yvette smiled to herself. Here, these women didn’t have to hide their desire. They could finally be what they’ve always wanted to be: an animal’s bitch.
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