Natural Selection 8c
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: AU
Pairings: Burt/Kurt, Kurt/dogs, Kurt/OCs, Burt/OC
Warnings: Dub-con, Incest, Bestiality, Boypussy!Kurt, Daddy Kink, Innocence
Additional warnings: Prostitution (not Kurt)
Summary: Since his wife passed, Burt has sheltered his son from the world with only their dogs for company on their small cattle farm. A GKM fill for this prompt. The dogs look like this.
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Leading the smaller dogs into the living room, Kurt unclipped each pup from their leash and shucked off his clothes, anxious to get warm by the fire. He knelt down by Finch and gave the dozy warm dog a pat as the two spaniels raced around the lounge, sniffing everything and investigating every corner.
Kurt laughed as the two eager dogs fell over each other in an effort to sniff at his still damp kneeling cushion. Hunter groaned next to him as he rolled on to his back and stretched.
Finch’s head popped up off the floor as the visiting dogs trotted towards him. With a wary look on his face, he rolled over, cutting off access to both Kurt and prime position in front of the fire. Unperturbed, the black dogs snuffled closer, skirting around the heavy sled dog in their way.
The younger dog zipped off behind Finch, sniffing along the length of his furry back as his older companion smelled around Kurt’s fingers splayed out in the carpet alongside Hunter’s front paws. Kurt wrinkled his nose at the tongue licking into the webbing between each finger.
“Zig,” he whined, wriggling his hand away a little. “Knock it off.”
Zig lifted and tipped his head on an angle as Kurt half heartedly told him off. Checking each of the larger dogs, the smaller spaniel tip toed carefully between the outstretched paws, making sure he didn’t disturb them, before settling on his haunches in front of Kurt. Hunter made a show of yawning as he eyed Zig’s progress, watching closely as Kurt reached out to pat the black dog.
“Hello Zig,” Kurt said formally as the spaniel lifted his paw to shake hands. “Good boy. Are you going to be a good dog for me this week?” Zig huffed and bowed his head as he wriggled in place, his stubby tail wagging. Hopping to his feet the spaniel darted forward to lick Kurt’s face, which made Kurt splutter and Hunter growl softly. The other black spaniel used the diversion to make his move, jumping over Finch’s tail and hind legs to land in Kurt’s lap.
“Zag! Oh my God! Zag!” Kurt squealed as the black ball of damp fur and cold paws squirmed against his bare skin.
Finch leaped to his feet, barking loudly as Kurt pushed the young dog onto the floor. Hunter shoved Kurt sideways as his bulk rolled over, getting his feet under him, ready to jump up if needed.
The two smaller dogs circled in closer to Kurt for protection as Finch’s woofing became more aggressive. The large black and white dog lunged forward with each sharp bark, making Kurt tuck the smaller dogs under each arm.
“Stop it!” he shouted. Finch’s teeth snapped through the air near Kurt’s wrist. The boy pulled his hand away from Zig’s chest and the spaniel shot out sideways, running to hide behind the couch.
Kurt could feel the tension in Hunter who was still sitting behind him but on red alert. Turning his attention to the other quivering spaniel under Kurt’s arm, Finch’s jaws snapped angrily, slicing through thin air. Kurt held onto the visiting pup tightly, trying to stop the dog from running and being chased down by his own dog. He took a deep breath and deepened his voice.
“HEY! STOP!” he commanded. Finch jerked back. His last bark rang through the air over the crackle of the fire. Stepping back, the sled dog growled viciously as Kurt shifted to stand, lifting Zag up off the floor. Kurt took two steps away from his dogs but stopped as Finch started to follow.
“Stay!” he ordered, waiting for Finch to stand down before he moved again. Kurt walked to the couch and set Zag down, dropping to his knees in front of the frightened dog.
“You’re okay, you’re okay,” he soothed as he patted the young black dog. “Zig,” he called softly, trying to bring the other dog out from hiding. “Zig?” Kurt crawled around to peer behind the couch. “Zi-ig,” he cajoled, snapping his fingers in a friendly way. “C’mon, it’s okay. Come on, boy. Come on,” Kurt said sweetly as the older black dog slunk towards him.
Still crawling, Kurt backed up as Zig came out from his hiding place. Kurt sat on his haunches and rubbed over the dog’s long silky ear as he looked over his shoulder back towards his dogs. He frowned at both his pups; Hunter was still sitting like a Sphinx on alert while Finch was on his feet, pacing back and forth as his ears constantly flicked between being alert and laying back as he started to growl again.
Kurt sighed and helped Zag up onto the couch, alongside his companion. The growling stopped as Kurt crawled away from the couch. Finch pranced as Kurt came closer, whining a little as his tail started to wag.
“What is your problem?” Kurt grumbled, finally lifting his hand to ruffle Finch’s furry neck. The dog shook himself all over, unbalancing Kurt, making him fall sideways. Righting himself, Kurt crawled over to give Hunter a pat but didn’t quite make it as Finch tackled him.
“Oof!” Kurt found himself being pushed over Hunter’s body as Finch tried to mount him without warning. His feet scrabbled against the rug as the brown and white dog under him rolled over, presenting his tummy. Kurt hands shot out from under him, his face almost hitting the floor.
Managing to get his knees under him again as Finch humped fruitlessly behind him, Kurt dropped his forearm to the floor and rested his heated face against it. With his other hand, he scratched Hunter’s stomach trying to keep him still as Finch backed off for a moment.
Kurt stuck his rump up as high as he could, bracing himself as Finch’s weight fell on him again. The impatient dog’s claws scratched Kurt’s thighs as Finch’s pointed shaft poked around before slipping inside his pussy.
Barely able to let out a sigh of relief, Kurt was fucked roughly as Finch’s hips snapped hard against him. He groaned; the heavy pressure of the dog’s cock inside him felt amazing, filling him up. Hot drips of cum splattered everywhere as Finch pulled out and drove back in madly, his hind claws scratching against the carpet.
Beneath him, Hunter wriggled and Kurt patted round blindly until his hand fell upon the thick pink cock that was unsheathing. Kurt wrapped his fingers around it, holding still as the dog’s hips jerked back and forth. He twisted his head around, checking on the visiting Spaniels and breathing easy when they were where he’d left them even though Zig was standing, sniffing interestedly in their direction.
Kurt moaned as Finch’s knot squeezed into his cunt, stretching him deliciously. He buried his face in the crook of his arm as he came, his pussy convulsing violently as his dog’s cock pulsed inside him incessantly.
His skin sizzled between the heat of the fire and the fur of the dogs as hot cum flooded his insides. He lay there panting; knees spread wide until Hunter jostled underneath him impatiently. The heavy brown and white dog wriggled until he escaped from his prone position.
Falling forward, Kurt cried out as Finch pulled away, his knot still swollen. The wet pop seemed to call Zig from the couch and he bounded over to see. A quick growl stopped the Spaniel in his tracks, allowing Hunter to take up his position and mount Kurt immediately.
Kurt hiked his hips up, hungry to be filled again, letting Hunter take him hard and fast, as usual. He hid his face from the curious snout of the smaller black dog. Instead, Kurt held out his free hand and stroked the silken fur to calm the young dog down. But as soon as Hunter had finished and backed off, Zig was gone.
The rapid snuffling and tiny licks across the backs of his legs had Kurt shuddering with pleasure. Each shiver sent a new stream of fluid down his inner thighs. One small tongue became two as both visiting dogs did their best to lap up all they could, working their way up to Kurt’s puffy pussy.
“Ah,” Kurt whimpered as their tiny tongues flicked over his heated flesh. “Muh, m-more.” His knees slid wider apart, letting the shorter dogs reach every sensitive spot.
Kurt was in heaven. Every lick was slightly off centre and maddening as both dogs competed to taste everything. A wet nose pressed against his hole only to be replaced by two tongues swiping in opposing directions. Then one would move back down to lap over his button repeatedly, ignoring the jerking of Kurt’s body. The other dog’s tongue soon shifted to lick into his slippery cunt, wet nose digging in against him, trying to get in as far as possible.
He wasn’t sure which Spaniel had taken over but the soft fur sliding over his rump as small claws pressed against his hip bones had Kurt arching back, excited to fuck again. The hot shaft, although much smaller, was no less eager. Hips pumping, the cock slipped in and out of his pussy over and over as the black dog tried to pull Kurt against him.
Kurt moaned as the dog’s knot grew while the Spaniel frantically fucked into him, failing to get all the way in. When Zag wandered up to lick at his chin, Kurt knew it was his companion who was trying to tie with him fruitlessly. He frowned, thinking of how he could make this more comfortable for them both as his knees ached against the carpet.
Crawling away, Kurt reached for his towel and kneeling cushion, laughing when Zig refused to let him go and ended up hopping behind him on hind legs.
Kurt pushed the small dog off and flipped himself over, legs spread, as he folded the rectangular cushion in half and wedged it under his ass. Next, he managed to arrange the towel underneath him so it covered the bundled up cushion and the carpet. Kurt didn’t get the chance to call Zig back; the dog was already in between his legs licking his leaking cunt.
Wriggling on the wedge to get the right angle, Kurt patted his stomach to encourage Zig to mount him this way. The dog eagerly jumped up, sliding in between Kurt’s legs easily. Kurt reached around blindly to help guide the Spaniel’s cock in.
By the third thrust Zig was buried inside Kurt, swelling knot and all, as the dog humped him steadily. Kurt’s mouth dropped open with a groan, his pussy clenched hard as Zig’s silky furred belly tickled his mound. Letting his eyes roll back in his head, Kurt’s body reacted again as a steady stream of cum squirted inside him. His soft gasps as he came were swallowed up by Zag, who shuffled forward and licked at his mouth.
Utterly spent, Kurt lay there pliant and dazed as Zag’s tongue flicked against his, barely noticing as the dog between his legs was replaced by another, larger dog and then by one furry body after another until he’d lost count.
When Kurt’s daze cleared, it was dark outside. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been propped up, ready to be taken. He could feel the hot ache between his legs and the juices that had oozed down between his butt cheeks. Taking a deep breath, he rolled himself to his knees and clambered up awkwardly, heading for the shower to wake himself up. He needed to check the stock and sort out dinner for everybody.
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“Fuck. Mmm,” Burt moaned as he sucked on the nipple harder. His hands circled the slim corset encased waist. “Perfect. Mmm, fucking perfect.”
“How much for the whole night?” he asked as he pushed both breasts together absentmindedly.
“What?” the seventeen year old prostitute asked, surprised, as she smoothed down her short net skirt over her spread thighs. Burt repeated himself, staring up into the blonde’s hazel eyes. He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear as she wriggled on his deflating cock. “Seriously? A-aren’t you worried I’ll rip you off or something?”
“Darlin’, the money I already gave you is all there is for now. I’ll spring for breakfast and pay you in the morning, if you stay.”
“Then…how can I trust you?” Burt considered the question for a moment.
“Hold on to the keys to my truck.” She cocked a manicured eyebrow at him.
“What if I take it and run?” She bit her lip, bracing herself.
“Rhonda, there’s nowhere you can go. The roads have been closed for two days. Neither of us is leaving town,” he replied calmly.
“But they might open up tomorrow. They said-”
“They’re wrong, Rhonda.” She mumbled something as she shifted in his lap. “What?” he prompted, as he squeezed her tits.
“Burt, t-that’s not my real name.” He laughed and rolled his eyes, pulling her in against his chest. “I don’t usually tell my dates this but, well, seeing as you’ve been my primary customer in the past couple of days, it feels weird. Y-you calling me by that name. I’m-my name is Quinn.” Burt smiled up at her and smoothed her hair back.
“It suits you, darlin’. Much better.” He tipped her chin down with a thumb, leaning forward ever so slightly to kiss her swollen lips. “It’s nice to meet you, Quinn but if you’re staying all night, you need to call me daddy, just like before.”
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“Where do you get these things?” Burt asked as he undid each snap on the purple satin corset.
“There’s a store a few towns over but you can order them online.” Quinn pouted as he pulled the corset and tiny built in skirt away. She watched him spend more time looking at the lingerie than at her body. She hadn’t actually been naked in front of him before. Not wholly anyway. Each day she’d worn a different variation on the corset and skirt outfit. Most of her clients weren’t the longest lasting and as long as they had easy access, that’s all they really cared about. It suited her just fine.
“I’ll get you to show me in the morning,” Burt said with a nod of his head as he dropped the outfit on the chair. He eyed the blond up and down, licking his lips as she crossed an arm over her stomach, gripping her other dangling arm tightly. He walked around her, taking in the view.
Standing very closely behind her, he ran his fingers over each bare shoulder and down her arms until he found her hands. Burt pulled the crossed arm away, slotting his fingers between hers and started moving them with his, like she was a puppet.
“You’re very pretty,” Burt breathed against her ear as he shifted their hands to her neck and stroked down it.
She squirmed in his hold. That’s what they all said.
Their hands slid down and cupped her breasts, lifting them and pressing them against her chest. Burt led her hands to her hips, stroked there and then skated their hands across her abdomen to press against her empty belly. “Gorgeous,” he sighed.
She shook her head in a tiny movement as she hung her head.
“No?”
She grunted softly as their fingers gently pinched the soft skin of her belly that hadn’t snapped back as tight as she’d hoped, even after thousands of sit-ups.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, smoothing the skin beneath their fingers. He moved their hands again, coming to rest over her thighs. “Strong.”
She swallowed hard when Burt started to kiss along her jaw. A grumble tried to work its way out of her throat.
“Shh, baby. Let daddy take care of you.” He shifted a pair of their hands to wrap around Quinn’s waist and slid the other set of their hands over her bare mound, fingers slipping between her moist lips. “Beautiful,” he whispered as her head tipped back against his shoulder.
She sighed as two fingers from each hand slid inside her pussy.
“Perfect.”
Quinn whimpered as four fingers pushed in again and again. She shifted her fingers to rub her clit while he fingered her. Her mask was slipping. All she could breathe was Burt. His aftershave, his sweat, his hands, his lips, his breath, they were all over her, inside her and she let go for just a moment, her body shaking itself apart in his hands. Burt held her up as her legs buckled, withdrawing their fingers once she was finished coming. He lifted her hand to her mouth and pushed her slick fingers inside.
“Suck.” Burt nuzzled her temple as his own fingers returned to her cunt to slip in and out lazily.
“Will you let me come inside you?” She gasped at his words and shook her head.
“I can’t,” she mumbled.
“I’m clean, if that’s the problem.” Quinn pulled her fingers away from her mouth.
“It’s not.”
“You’ve had a baby.” It wasn’t a question but Quinn didn’t know how to answer any other way.
“Almost a year ago,” she said quietly.
“How can you stay the night with me if you have a baby to look after?” Burt asked calmly, fingers twisting inside her.
“I don’t. Have a baby to look after. I-I gave her up.” She swallowed hard again, her fingers dropping back down to his busy hand. “Gave her up and left.”
“And school?”
“Left that too,” she whispered.
“What about the father?”
“Just some dumb jock who was more of a child than I was. Last I heard, he had a new girlfriend and they were moving to New York to go some arts school,” Quinn muttered bitterly.
“You’re scared you’ll get pregnant again? Hmm?” Burt traced around her ear with his tongue.
“I’m-I’m not on anything. Birth control, I mean. I can’t afford it.” She answered the question on Burt’s lips before he could voice it. “Corsets and apartments don’t grow on trees you know.”
“What about anal?”
“That’s double my rate.”
“Bareback?” Quinn took a shaky breath as his fingers pushed back inside. She breathed out slowly.
“If you double the rate for tonight, daddy, you can come in my ass. Would you like that?” Burt pulled away quickly, grasping her by the shoulders and walked her to the bathroom.
“Get ready for daddy,” he instructed as he flipped the shower on and slapped her butt before he wandered away.
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“God,” Burt groaned. “So tight, baby.” He eased his hips back and snapped them quickly, his cock pushing inside her ass without pause. “Say it,” he grunted. “Say it.”
“Daddy,” Quinn cried out, her face twisting against the mattress. “Uh,” she grunted, forgetting her lines. “You’re so big, so big,” she panted mindlessly.
“Say it,” he demanded, shoving his dick in again as he pushed down between her shoulder blades.
“Come-come inside me, daddy,” came the muffled reply.
Burt fucked her ruthlessly for a few more strokes and groaned as he came. He slumped over top of her as he shot the rest of his load inside her.
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“Waffles for her and two breakfast burritos for me, with hash browns. And coffee. Black.” Quinn cleared her throat as the waiter continued to gape at her.
“Tea for me, please. You got all that?”
“You sure I can’t get you a side of sausage?” the pasty waiter jeered.
“You heard the lady!” Burt barked. “Now get, before I give you a side of sausage.” Burt kept his face steady as the young waiter jerked to attention, his eyes wide as he realized exactly what Burt had implied. After the server had disappeared, Quinn smiled sweetly as Burt chuckled.
“I think you nearly gave him an aneurysm.”
“It’d be a damn sight more than he deserves.” She fiddled with the sugar packets in their jar.
“It’s no different than any other day. Usually, though, Noah’s on shift so I can at least get some extra fruit served up alongside the proposition. I wonder where he is today.”
“It’s probably the roads,” Burt mumbled. “But you were right. They plowed the highway to Lima this morning. I was thinking we could stop by the hospital there to get you sorted.” Quinn frowned.
“Is that even in the direction you were heading?”
“Nope,” Burt said with a chuckle. “But what else am I gonna do? Sit around here for another day?”
“What do you mean by ‘sorted’ anyway?”
“Get you on the pill or whatever you kids are doing these days.”
“Why Lima?”
“Why not? I haven’t been there in a while. No one knows you there, do they?” She shrugged and looked away. “Okay. Is there a doctor around here that you know?”
Quinn shook her head.
“So, Bowling Green or Toledo then?”
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“That’s a shit ton of snow,” Burt nodded to the huge drift on the side of the road that had been pushed aside by a snow plow.
“You’re the one who wanted to drive all the way to Toledo when we could’ve stayed in bed all day.” Burt chuckled as Quinn continued to grumble to herself.
“I can see why you ended up in Defiance.” She rolled her eyes as she stared out the window.
“It seemed fitting at the time.”
“But that’s not where you were heading?”
“Chicago. To start with, but then…look it doesn’t matter. What does it matter where I live anyway? As long as I don’t finish up where I started.”
“It matters, Quinn. You matter.”
“Whatever.” She smoothed her skirt over her woollen tights and pulled her cardigan tight around her as she crossed her arms. “Who are we going to see anyway?”
“Quinn-”
“You made an appointment, right? Because I have no intention of waiting around all damn afternoon in some shitty waiting room.”
“Yeah. I made some calls. You’re booked in with Dr. Anderson at one-thirty.”
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A/N - So finally we reach the end of this instalment and the start of the plot. Next chapter will be the start of a change up in kinks (with warnings of course).
Part 9>>>
Spoilers: AU
Pairings: Burt/Kurt, Kurt/dogs, Kurt/OCs, Burt/OC
Warnings: Dub-con, Incest, Bestiality, Boypussy!Kurt, Daddy Kink, Innocence
Additional warnings: Prostitution (not Kurt)
Summary: Since his wife passed, Burt has sheltered his son from the world with only their dogs for company on their small cattle farm. A GKM fill for this prompt. The dogs look like this.
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Leading the smaller dogs into the living room, Kurt unclipped each pup from their leash and shucked off his clothes, anxious to get warm by the fire. He knelt down by Finch and gave the dozy warm dog a pat as the two spaniels raced around the lounge, sniffing everything and investigating every corner.
Kurt laughed as the two eager dogs fell over each other in an effort to sniff at his still damp kneeling cushion. Hunter groaned next to him as he rolled on to his back and stretched.
Finch’s head popped up off the floor as the visiting dogs trotted towards him. With a wary look on his face, he rolled over, cutting off access to both Kurt and prime position in front of the fire. Unperturbed, the black dogs snuffled closer, skirting around the heavy sled dog in their way.
The younger dog zipped off behind Finch, sniffing along the length of his furry back as his older companion smelled around Kurt’s fingers splayed out in the carpet alongside Hunter’s front paws. Kurt wrinkled his nose at the tongue licking into the webbing between each finger.
“Zig,” he whined, wriggling his hand away a little. “Knock it off.”
Zig lifted and tipped his head on an angle as Kurt half heartedly told him off. Checking each of the larger dogs, the smaller spaniel tip toed carefully between the outstretched paws, making sure he didn’t disturb them, before settling on his haunches in front of Kurt. Hunter made a show of yawning as he eyed Zig’s progress, watching closely as Kurt reached out to pat the black dog.
“Hello Zig,” Kurt said formally as the spaniel lifted his paw to shake hands. “Good boy. Are you going to be a good dog for me this week?” Zig huffed and bowed his head as he wriggled in place, his stubby tail wagging. Hopping to his feet the spaniel darted forward to lick Kurt’s face, which made Kurt splutter and Hunter growl softly. The other black spaniel used the diversion to make his move, jumping over Finch’s tail and hind legs to land in Kurt’s lap.
“Zag! Oh my God! Zag!” Kurt squealed as the black ball of damp fur and cold paws squirmed against his bare skin.
Finch leaped to his feet, barking loudly as Kurt pushed the young dog onto the floor. Hunter shoved Kurt sideways as his bulk rolled over, getting his feet under him, ready to jump up if needed.
The two smaller dogs circled in closer to Kurt for protection as Finch’s woofing became more aggressive. The large black and white dog lunged forward with each sharp bark, making Kurt tuck the smaller dogs under each arm.
“Stop it!” he shouted. Finch’s teeth snapped through the air near Kurt’s wrist. The boy pulled his hand away from Zig’s chest and the spaniel shot out sideways, running to hide behind the couch.
Kurt could feel the tension in Hunter who was still sitting behind him but on red alert. Turning his attention to the other quivering spaniel under Kurt’s arm, Finch’s jaws snapped angrily, slicing through thin air. Kurt held onto the visiting pup tightly, trying to stop the dog from running and being chased down by his own dog. He took a deep breath and deepened his voice.
“HEY! STOP!” he commanded. Finch jerked back. His last bark rang through the air over the crackle of the fire. Stepping back, the sled dog growled viciously as Kurt shifted to stand, lifting Zag up off the floor. Kurt took two steps away from his dogs but stopped as Finch started to follow.
“Stay!” he ordered, waiting for Finch to stand down before he moved again. Kurt walked to the couch and set Zag down, dropping to his knees in front of the frightened dog.
“You’re okay, you’re okay,” he soothed as he patted the young black dog. “Zig,” he called softly, trying to bring the other dog out from hiding. “Zig?” Kurt crawled around to peer behind the couch. “Zi-ig,” he cajoled, snapping his fingers in a friendly way. “C’mon, it’s okay. Come on, boy. Come on,” Kurt said sweetly as the older black dog slunk towards him.
Still crawling, Kurt backed up as Zig came out from his hiding place. Kurt sat on his haunches and rubbed over the dog’s long silky ear as he looked over his shoulder back towards his dogs. He frowned at both his pups; Hunter was still sitting like a Sphinx on alert while Finch was on his feet, pacing back and forth as his ears constantly flicked between being alert and laying back as he started to growl again.
Kurt sighed and helped Zag up onto the couch, alongside his companion. The growling stopped as Kurt crawled away from the couch. Finch pranced as Kurt came closer, whining a little as his tail started to wag.
“What is your problem?” Kurt grumbled, finally lifting his hand to ruffle Finch’s furry neck. The dog shook himself all over, unbalancing Kurt, making him fall sideways. Righting himself, Kurt crawled over to give Hunter a pat but didn’t quite make it as Finch tackled him.
“Oof!” Kurt found himself being pushed over Hunter’s body as Finch tried to mount him without warning. His feet scrabbled against the rug as the brown and white dog under him rolled over, presenting his tummy. Kurt hands shot out from under him, his face almost hitting the floor.
Managing to get his knees under him again as Finch humped fruitlessly behind him, Kurt dropped his forearm to the floor and rested his heated face against it. With his other hand, he scratched Hunter’s stomach trying to keep him still as Finch backed off for a moment.
Kurt stuck his rump up as high as he could, bracing himself as Finch’s weight fell on him again. The impatient dog’s claws scratched Kurt’s thighs as Finch’s pointed shaft poked around before slipping inside his pussy.
Barely able to let out a sigh of relief, Kurt was fucked roughly as Finch’s hips snapped hard against him. He groaned; the heavy pressure of the dog’s cock inside him felt amazing, filling him up. Hot drips of cum splattered everywhere as Finch pulled out and drove back in madly, his hind claws scratching against the carpet.
Beneath him, Hunter wriggled and Kurt patted round blindly until his hand fell upon the thick pink cock that was unsheathing. Kurt wrapped his fingers around it, holding still as the dog’s hips jerked back and forth. He twisted his head around, checking on the visiting Spaniels and breathing easy when they were where he’d left them even though Zig was standing, sniffing interestedly in their direction.
Kurt moaned as Finch’s knot squeezed into his cunt, stretching him deliciously. He buried his face in the crook of his arm as he came, his pussy convulsing violently as his dog’s cock pulsed inside him incessantly.
His skin sizzled between the heat of the fire and the fur of the dogs as hot cum flooded his insides. He lay there panting; knees spread wide until Hunter jostled underneath him impatiently. The heavy brown and white dog wriggled until he escaped from his prone position.
Falling forward, Kurt cried out as Finch pulled away, his knot still swollen. The wet pop seemed to call Zig from the couch and he bounded over to see. A quick growl stopped the Spaniel in his tracks, allowing Hunter to take up his position and mount Kurt immediately.
Kurt hiked his hips up, hungry to be filled again, letting Hunter take him hard and fast, as usual. He hid his face from the curious snout of the smaller black dog. Instead, Kurt held out his free hand and stroked the silken fur to calm the young dog down. But as soon as Hunter had finished and backed off, Zig was gone.
The rapid snuffling and tiny licks across the backs of his legs had Kurt shuddering with pleasure. Each shiver sent a new stream of fluid down his inner thighs. One small tongue became two as both visiting dogs did their best to lap up all they could, working their way up to Kurt’s puffy pussy.
“Ah,” Kurt whimpered as their tiny tongues flicked over his heated flesh. “Muh, m-more.” His knees slid wider apart, letting the shorter dogs reach every sensitive spot.
Kurt was in heaven. Every lick was slightly off centre and maddening as both dogs competed to taste everything. A wet nose pressed against his hole only to be replaced by two tongues swiping in opposing directions. Then one would move back down to lap over his button repeatedly, ignoring the jerking of Kurt’s body. The other dog’s tongue soon shifted to lick into his slippery cunt, wet nose digging in against him, trying to get in as far as possible.
He wasn’t sure which Spaniel had taken over but the soft fur sliding over his rump as small claws pressed against his hip bones had Kurt arching back, excited to fuck again. The hot shaft, although much smaller, was no less eager. Hips pumping, the cock slipped in and out of his pussy over and over as the black dog tried to pull Kurt against him.
Kurt moaned as the dog’s knot grew while the Spaniel frantically fucked into him, failing to get all the way in. When Zag wandered up to lick at his chin, Kurt knew it was his companion who was trying to tie with him fruitlessly. He frowned, thinking of how he could make this more comfortable for them both as his knees ached against the carpet.
Crawling away, Kurt reached for his towel and kneeling cushion, laughing when Zig refused to let him go and ended up hopping behind him on hind legs.
Kurt pushed the small dog off and flipped himself over, legs spread, as he folded the rectangular cushion in half and wedged it under his ass. Next, he managed to arrange the towel underneath him so it covered the bundled up cushion and the carpet. Kurt didn’t get the chance to call Zig back; the dog was already in between his legs licking his leaking cunt.
Wriggling on the wedge to get the right angle, Kurt patted his stomach to encourage Zig to mount him this way. The dog eagerly jumped up, sliding in between Kurt’s legs easily. Kurt reached around blindly to help guide the Spaniel’s cock in.
By the third thrust Zig was buried inside Kurt, swelling knot and all, as the dog humped him steadily. Kurt’s mouth dropped open with a groan, his pussy clenched hard as Zig’s silky furred belly tickled his mound. Letting his eyes roll back in his head, Kurt’s body reacted again as a steady stream of cum squirted inside him. His soft gasps as he came were swallowed up by Zag, who shuffled forward and licked at his mouth.
Utterly spent, Kurt lay there pliant and dazed as Zag’s tongue flicked against his, barely noticing as the dog between his legs was replaced by another, larger dog and then by one furry body after another until he’d lost count.
When Kurt’s daze cleared, it was dark outside. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been propped up, ready to be taken. He could feel the hot ache between his legs and the juices that had oozed down between his butt cheeks. Taking a deep breath, he rolled himself to his knees and clambered up awkwardly, heading for the shower to wake himself up. He needed to check the stock and sort out dinner for everybody.
***
“Fuck. Mmm,” Burt moaned as he sucked on the nipple harder. His hands circled the slim corset encased waist. “Perfect. Mmm, fucking perfect.”
“How much for the whole night?” he asked as he pushed both breasts together absentmindedly.
“What?” the seventeen year old prostitute asked, surprised, as she smoothed down her short net skirt over her spread thighs. Burt repeated himself, staring up into the blonde’s hazel eyes. He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear as she wriggled on his deflating cock. “Seriously? A-aren’t you worried I’ll rip you off or something?”
“Darlin’, the money I already gave you is all there is for now. I’ll spring for breakfast and pay you in the morning, if you stay.”
“Then…how can I trust you?” Burt considered the question for a moment.
“Hold on to the keys to my truck.” She cocked a manicured eyebrow at him.
“What if I take it and run?” She bit her lip, bracing herself.
“Rhonda, there’s nowhere you can go. The roads have been closed for two days. Neither of us is leaving town,” he replied calmly.
“But they might open up tomorrow. They said-”
“They’re wrong, Rhonda.” She mumbled something as she shifted in his lap. “What?” he prompted, as he squeezed her tits.
“Burt, t-that’s not my real name.” He laughed and rolled his eyes, pulling her in against his chest. “I don’t usually tell my dates this but, well, seeing as you’ve been my primary customer in the past couple of days, it feels weird. Y-you calling me by that name. I’m-my name is Quinn.” Burt smiled up at her and smoothed her hair back.
“It suits you, darlin’. Much better.” He tipped her chin down with a thumb, leaning forward ever so slightly to kiss her swollen lips. “It’s nice to meet you, Quinn but if you’re staying all night, you need to call me daddy, just like before.”
***
“Where do you get these things?” Burt asked as he undid each snap on the purple satin corset.
“There’s a store a few towns over but you can order them online.” Quinn pouted as he pulled the corset and tiny built in skirt away. She watched him spend more time looking at the lingerie than at her body. She hadn’t actually been naked in front of him before. Not wholly anyway. Each day she’d worn a different variation on the corset and skirt outfit. Most of her clients weren’t the longest lasting and as long as they had easy access, that’s all they really cared about. It suited her just fine.
“I’ll get you to show me in the morning,” Burt said with a nod of his head as he dropped the outfit on the chair. He eyed the blond up and down, licking his lips as she crossed an arm over her stomach, gripping her other dangling arm tightly. He walked around her, taking in the view.
Standing very closely behind her, he ran his fingers over each bare shoulder and down her arms until he found her hands. Burt pulled the crossed arm away, slotting his fingers between hers and started moving them with his, like she was a puppet.
“You’re very pretty,” Burt breathed against her ear as he shifted their hands to her neck and stroked down it.
She squirmed in his hold. That’s what they all said.
Their hands slid down and cupped her breasts, lifting them and pressing them against her chest. Burt led her hands to her hips, stroked there and then skated their hands across her abdomen to press against her empty belly. “Gorgeous,” he sighed.
She shook her head in a tiny movement as she hung her head.
“No?”
She grunted softly as their fingers gently pinched the soft skin of her belly that hadn’t snapped back as tight as she’d hoped, even after thousands of sit-ups.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, smoothing the skin beneath their fingers. He moved their hands again, coming to rest over her thighs. “Strong.”
She swallowed hard when Burt started to kiss along her jaw. A grumble tried to work its way out of her throat.
“Shh, baby. Let daddy take care of you.” He shifted a pair of their hands to wrap around Quinn’s waist and slid the other set of their hands over her bare mound, fingers slipping between her moist lips. “Beautiful,” he whispered as her head tipped back against his shoulder.
She sighed as two fingers from each hand slid inside her pussy.
“Perfect.”
Quinn whimpered as four fingers pushed in again and again. She shifted her fingers to rub her clit while he fingered her. Her mask was slipping. All she could breathe was Burt. His aftershave, his sweat, his hands, his lips, his breath, they were all over her, inside her and she let go for just a moment, her body shaking itself apart in his hands. Burt held her up as her legs buckled, withdrawing their fingers once she was finished coming. He lifted her hand to her mouth and pushed her slick fingers inside.
“Suck.” Burt nuzzled her temple as his own fingers returned to her cunt to slip in and out lazily.
“Will you let me come inside you?” She gasped at his words and shook her head.
“I can’t,” she mumbled.
“I’m clean, if that’s the problem.” Quinn pulled her fingers away from her mouth.
“It’s not.”
“You’ve had a baby.” It wasn’t a question but Quinn didn’t know how to answer any other way.
“Almost a year ago,” she said quietly.
“How can you stay the night with me if you have a baby to look after?” Burt asked calmly, fingers twisting inside her.
“I don’t. Have a baby to look after. I-I gave her up.” She swallowed hard again, her fingers dropping back down to his busy hand. “Gave her up and left.”
“And school?”
“Left that too,” she whispered.
“What about the father?”
“Just some dumb jock who was more of a child than I was. Last I heard, he had a new girlfriend and they were moving to New York to go some arts school,” Quinn muttered bitterly.
“You’re scared you’ll get pregnant again? Hmm?” Burt traced around her ear with his tongue.
“I’m-I’m not on anything. Birth control, I mean. I can’t afford it.” She answered the question on Burt’s lips before he could voice it. “Corsets and apartments don’t grow on trees you know.”
“What about anal?”
“That’s double my rate.”
“Bareback?” Quinn took a shaky breath as his fingers pushed back inside. She breathed out slowly.
“If you double the rate for tonight, daddy, you can come in my ass. Would you like that?” Burt pulled away quickly, grasping her by the shoulders and walked her to the bathroom.
“Get ready for daddy,” he instructed as he flipped the shower on and slapped her butt before he wandered away.
***
“God,” Burt groaned. “So tight, baby.” He eased his hips back and snapped them quickly, his cock pushing inside her ass without pause. “Say it,” he grunted. “Say it.”
“Daddy,” Quinn cried out, her face twisting against the mattress. “Uh,” she grunted, forgetting her lines. “You’re so big, so big,” she panted mindlessly.
“Say it,” he demanded, shoving his dick in again as he pushed down between her shoulder blades.
“Come-come inside me, daddy,” came the muffled reply.
Burt fucked her ruthlessly for a few more strokes and groaned as he came. He slumped over top of her as he shot the rest of his load inside her.
***
“Waffles for her and two breakfast burritos for me, with hash browns. And coffee. Black.” Quinn cleared her throat as the waiter continued to gape at her.
“Tea for me, please. You got all that?”
“You sure I can’t get you a side of sausage?” the pasty waiter jeered.
“You heard the lady!” Burt barked. “Now get, before I give you a side of sausage.” Burt kept his face steady as the young waiter jerked to attention, his eyes wide as he realized exactly what Burt had implied. After the server had disappeared, Quinn smiled sweetly as Burt chuckled.
“I think you nearly gave him an aneurysm.”
“It’d be a damn sight more than he deserves.” She fiddled with the sugar packets in their jar.
“It’s no different than any other day. Usually, though, Noah’s on shift so I can at least get some extra fruit served up alongside the proposition. I wonder where he is today.”
“It’s probably the roads,” Burt mumbled. “But you were right. They plowed the highway to Lima this morning. I was thinking we could stop by the hospital there to get you sorted.” Quinn frowned.
“Is that even in the direction you were heading?”
“Nope,” Burt said with a chuckle. “But what else am I gonna do? Sit around here for another day?”
“What do you mean by ‘sorted’ anyway?”
“Get you on the pill or whatever you kids are doing these days.”
“Why Lima?”
“Why not? I haven’t been there in a while. No one knows you there, do they?” She shrugged and looked away. “Okay. Is there a doctor around here that you know?”
Quinn shook her head.
“So, Bowling Green or Toledo then?”
***
“That’s a shit ton of snow,” Burt nodded to the huge drift on the side of the road that had been pushed aside by a snow plow.
“You’re the one who wanted to drive all the way to Toledo when we could’ve stayed in bed all day.” Burt chuckled as Quinn continued to grumble to herself.
“I can see why you ended up in Defiance.” She rolled her eyes as she stared out the window.
“It seemed fitting at the time.”
“But that’s not where you were heading?”
“Chicago. To start with, but then…look it doesn’t matter. What does it matter where I live anyway? As long as I don’t finish up where I started.”
“It matters, Quinn. You matter.”
“Whatever.” She smoothed her skirt over her woollen tights and pulled her cardigan tight around her as she crossed her arms. “Who are we going to see anyway?”
“Quinn-”
“You made an appointment, right? Because I have no intention of waiting around all damn afternoon in some shitty waiting room.”
“Yeah. I made some calls. You’re booked in with Dr. Anderson at one-thirty.”
***
A/N - So finally we reach the end of this instalment and the start of the plot. Next chapter will be the start of a change up in kinks (with warnings of course).
Part 9>>>