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Brandy whined in frustration as she worked fruitlessly to clean the obscene writing off of her fur. Each clump of wet paper towels clutched in her fists tore to pieces after accomplishing little more than smudging the 'V' in I LOVE COCK inscribed across her abdomen. The saluki cursed and threw the shreds into the trash. She ripped half a dozen more towels out of the dispenser and doused them under the running faucet before attacking a crude doodle of a penis firing a volley of sperm down her left thigh. Another five minutes of frantic scrubbing left her exhausted and with no choice but to admit her efforts were in vain. The bastards had used an industrial fabric marker, the ink effectively dyeing every follicle of her fur it touched.

"Stupid fucking... SHIT!"

Brandy turned to growl at her reflection in the mirror, teeth bared as she glowered at the sight of the profane graffiti tainting her pristine white coat.

MEAT TOILET

BITCH IN HEAT

Degrading filth covered nearly every part of her body from the neck down. MILK ME had been scrawled across her collar bone above arrows pointing down to her breasts, each featuring a target drawn over the nipple. PUMP STATION and FOR PUBLIC USE laid stacked over her crotch below rows of tally marks stretching across her stomach, each indicating only some of the numerous loads the group of males had blown on or inside her.

As if to remind her of the experience, a fresh glob of cum escaped from her pussy to slither down over the words NO CONDOMS ALLOWED scribbled on her inner thigh. Brandy tried to bow her legs in a wide crouch to wipe up the stream, but in her haste she quickly lost balance and began to fall backward. Her fingers managed to catch the grab bar beside the toilet, squeezing around a film of greasy residue coating the metal. She fought the urge to gag. Even by the normal standards of truck stop restrooms, the one she'd found was exceedingly filthy.

On the brink of hyperventilating, the saluki couldn't wash her hands enough to feel clean. She stopped only when the sound of a ringtone came blaring from inside the mound of clothing piled on top of the paper towel dispenser. Brandy's breath seized in her throat when she fished out her phone and saw her boyfriend's name on the screen. "H-Hello?"

"Hey honey," Zeke said. "How was the party?"

"It was... I..." Brandy's mind went blank. It took a moment of disjointed stammering before she managed to reorient her train of thought. "W-Where were you!?"

"Sorry I didn't make it. Turns out my cousin's flight was tonight instead of tomorrow, so I had to really haul it to get him to the airport. Meant to call you earlier, but I left my phone at home like a dumbass." The pit bull chuckled at himself.

Brandy tried to match his laughter, but it came out sounding forced and unnatural. "That's alright. I'm not, um, mad or anything. Just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"All good. Hey, where are you right now? Your voice sounds kind of echo-y."

"I'm..." Brandy looked back at her reflection, her smeared eyeliner, the streaks of semen dried into her fur, the vulgar writing covering her naked body.

COCKSLEEVE

SPERM DUMP

"Everything okay?" Zeke asked.

"No, it's... Something horrible happened at the party. I was assaulted."

"Huh. That sucks."

"I'm serious, Zeke! I was assaulted! Sexually!"

"You mean you had sex with a bunch of different guys tonight."

"They-- I didn't have a choice!"

Silence. Brandy assumed the call had dropped until she heard Zeke let out a long, disheartened sigh. "You really think I'd let something like that happen to you?"

"What do you mean? I don't--"

"You can stop pretending now. I know everything, Brandy. I know you've been fucking other guys. You fucked Tyson, you fucked Jacob, you fucked Doug, you fucked Seben... And I don't have any proof, but I'm pretty sure you fucked Alex."

"Zeke. I..."

"Tell me the truth, Brandy."

"I never had sex with Doug. I swear!"

"Did you have sex with Alex?"

Brandy chewed her lower lip. "O-- Only twice."

The pit bull sighed again. "Shit, Davian was right. You're an addict. You really can't help yourself."

"Listen to me. I'm sorry, okay? Those were mistakes. But that doesn't change what happened tonight. I was raped!"

"You watch your mouth!" Zeke snapped. It marked one of the few occasions where Brandy had heard genuine anger in his voice. "You're gonna get my friends in a lot of trouble saying shit like that. Bullshit you were raped. I saw the whole thing, and you loved every second of it. 'Pound my slutty ass. Come on, fuck me harder. Wreck me!' That sound familiar?"

Brandy felt her knees go weak. Without thinking, she allowed her back to make contact with the grimy tiles covering the restroom wall and slowly slid down into a crouch until her ass hovered inches above the floor.

Zeke took her silence as wanting an explanation. "We needed to test Davian's theory," he said calmly, "so we got a bunch of guys together and came up with the party idea. Vic streamed the entire thing to me on his phone right when you got there. The deal was that Davian would put the moves on you, and if he got you into the bedroom, anyone could join. They could go as far as they wanted, be as rough as they wanted--as long as you didn't protest. The instant you said no or told anyone to stop, they had to stop. If they didn't, I would've been there in two seconds to bust heads."

"You... were there?"

"I was watching Vic's feed from my truck a block down the street. I saw everything, Brandy. I saw you begging guys to fuck you. I watched you suck dick after dick, take loads in every hole, contort yourself into these weird positions so three dudes could screw you at once. God. You rode Kyle so hard he had to shove you off of him after he came. You looked drunk, but you didn't have so much as a drop of booze all night."

Brandy listened and replayed the events in her mind. She recalled the sensation of being on her back splayed out across the bed, her vision blocked by a heavy, sweating pair of bovine balls resting on her face as a fat cock speared down her throat while another hammered against her cervix. Her free hand squeezed her breasts as she remembered each male climbing on top of her, the heat and weight of their bodies, the pungent scent of musk and sex so thick she could lick mouthfuls of it out of the air. Her fingers slid inside her twat as she thought about how many strangers she'd pleaded with, beseeching them as if through prayer to fuck her again and again.

"You never told anyone to stop," Zeke continued. "Hell, you threatened to punch that otter in the nuts if he stopped. The only time the word 'no' came out of your mouth was when you noticed them passing around that marker. You went fuckin' ballistic when you figured out what they were doing. You were afraid I'd find out, right?"

Brandy's eyes clenched shut as her fingers dove deeper into her sopping pussy. "I didn't want to hurt you, Zeke. I love you, I really do!"

"I know, babe. Look... Let's talk face-to-face. Why don't you open the door."

Brandy abruptly stopped masturbating and bolted upright. "Y-You're here?"

"I followed you after you left Davian's place. I'm right outside the door. Oh, and I know you're probably naked in there. Don't bother putting anything on."

Even after the call ended, it took Brandy half a minute to put her phone down. She stared at the door handle, her heart pounding in her chest like shotgun blasts. After several tense seconds, she found the nerve to unlatch the lock and pull the door open. She immediately leapt back with a startled yelp. Everything she expected to see remained hidden behind the enormous form of a walrus in a flannel shirt.

Zeke peered over the walrus's shoulder. "Hey Brandy, I'd like you to meet my new pal, Leonard. We got to talking while Lenny was gassing up his eighteen-wheeler."

Her fight or flight response kicked into overdrive, Brandy's limbs trembled as she attempted to cover herself. Her face flushed in abject humiliation, less for her nudity and more for the profusion of lurid writing she couldn't possibly hope to conceal. "Zeke! What the fuck is this!?"

"What do you say, Lenny? I told you she was hot."

The walrus's expression looked at least as shocked as Brandy's. "I, uh... I dunno about this," he said as much to himself as to Zeke.

The pit bull ignored the comment and coaxed the other male into the restroom with him, closing the heavy door behind them. The three bodies nearly filled the small space, forcing Brandy up against the wall as she tried to keep her distance.

"So here's the thing," Zeke said. "I told Lenny here I'd try to get him laid tonight, but of course it's not really up to me. It's your choice, Brandy. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

Brandy stared at her boyfriend, trying to read his face to glean if he was setting some kind of trap for her. From what she could tell, the offer seemed sincere. Her eyes strayed to the walrus, looking him up and down. Portly and unshaven, he seemed to lack any remarkable features until she noticed the outline of a sizable erection pinned against his thigh visible through his well-worn blue jeans.

Zeke noticed where her gaze lingered and gave Leonard a nudge. "Go ahead, man. Show her what you're packing."

The walrus hesitated a moment before slowly unbuckling his belt. He had to squirm his pants and briefs down over the uncomfortably stiff length of his dick before it popped free, the plump shaft and tapered helmet head jutting straight out from under his belly.

Brandy stared at the cock, transfixed. The walrus boasted a more impressive tool than any of the men who had fucked her earlier in the evening, the sweaty buffalo included. All thoughts of modesty melted away as the limbs shielding her breasts and crotch fell to her sides. She reached out tentatively to touch the throbbing organ, grasping it lightly at first. Her fingers coiled around the meaty shaft and squeezed, absorbing the heat and steady thump of a racing pulse that matched her own. The cock twitched, a glossy teardrop of pre leaking from the tip. Brandy snagged it with her index finger and brought it to her mouth to taste.

Leonard grunted and gave himself a couple anxious pumps. It had been close to half a year since a woman touched his dick, the sensation leaving him so achingly hard that he doubted if he'd be able to go soft for the rest of the night. He tensed as he watched Brandy drop to her knees, felt her hot breath on his cock, then the caress of her wet canine tongue pulling him deep into her softly moaning throat.

A kind of morbid fascination took hold of Zeke as he watched his girlfriend give head to this stranger she'd met less than ten minutes earlier. Seeing the footage of his buddies gangbanging her had been so surreal an experience that it failed to completely purge the last remnants of denial from his mind. He hadn't truly believed Brandy would actually do anything sexual to the walrus with him standing right there in front of them. The reality of the situation left him stupefied.

"Oh, oh man..." Leonard groaned. "Oooh fuck." He shivered as his cock hit the back of the saluki's mouth, then snaked down her throat as she angled her head back to swallow him to just short of the nutsack. Her nose pressed hard into the spongy fat covering his groin, holding there for what seemed like an impossibly long pause before she quickly pulled away, strands of drool raining from her muzzle as she gasped for air.

"Holy shit," she panted. "You're so fucking big. God, look at that thing!"

The moment Brandy caught enough of her breath, she engulfed the cock once more. Her tongue drew tight circles around the glands, slurping up the steady supply of viscous precum. She used one hand to pump the length that wouldn't fit comfortably in her mouth while the other squeezed and kneaded the walrus's full balls. Her lips moved around the shaft to form indiscernibly garbled words thanking him for having such a gloriously delicious cock.

Leonard gripped the sink for support as his knees began to quake. "F-Fuck. I'm gettin' close, darlin'..."

Brandy hurriedly pushed off of him, her fingers clamping the base of his cock as if to dam the expected flow of cum. "Not yet! I need you to fuck me!" She scrambled up onto the toilet. Her knees rested on the edges of the seat while her head dropped down behind the flushing lever to raise her ass up in the air, tail hiked as she spread her dripping sex with both hands. "Fuck me! Please!"

When the trucker stepped behind her, something compelled Zeke to intervene. "Wait. She's got to learn some discipline here. You can fuck her, but do it in her ass."

Leonard looked down at Brandy's presenting rear, her dusty pink anus shining wet between the words TAILHOLE WHORE and PUSSY #2. He held the tip of his cock up against the hole and paused to see if the dog protested. When her lusting moans begged him to proceed, he shifted his weight and sank forward, her cum-lubed bowels easily taking all but the last inch of his meat.

Brandy sucked a lungful of air between clenched teeth. "Yeeesss... Oh mother fucker that's good! Aaahh!"

"Damn," said Zeke. "Babe, if I knew you loved anal so much, we would've done it more. You really like getting fucked in the ass that much?"

"I loooove getting fucked in the ass."

"Unreal. You're absolutely shameless. You know that, Brandy?"

Her eyes rolled back in her head as the walrus began humping her with short, powerful thrusts. "Yessss, oh my god. I'm shameless! I can't help it, Zeke. I'm a desperate slut bitch who loves fat cocks fucking my ass! Do it harder!"

Leonard grabbed her waist and pulled her slim frame into him with each plunge forward, her ass cheeks colliding noisily with his fleshy hips as he managed to slam the final few centimeters of his cock inside her. Brandy screamed sharply, but implored him not to stop. Beads of sweat collected above the walrus's bushy eyebrows, snaking down the contours of his round face.

Zeke freed his hard-on from the confines of his pants and began masturbating to the sight of Brandy enduring the brutal sodomizing. Her fur bristled and her breasts swung beneath her as she took each pounding drive against her backside. "Helluva show," Zeke muttered.

Even as she clung to the rusted pipe behind the toilet for dear life, Brandy's broken cries asked only for more. "Fuck! Yeah! Fuck my-- Oh! Ass! Harder! Fuck! So good! So! Gooood!" Tears welled up in her eyes before being jolted loose, bleeding fresh streaks of mascara down her cheeks.

Leonard found his efforts to prolong the most intense sex of his life quickly failing him as a familiar pressure built deep inside his loins. His pace slowed dramatically as he tried to surf the edge of climax as long as possible, basking in every precious second his cock gave him. Finally, he reared his head back, bringing his long tusks level with the ceiling as he bellowed in orgasmic ecstasy. Brandy braced herself as the walrus forcefully bottomed out inside her. With her asshole stretched to the limit, she felt every jolt and pulse of the massive rod impaling her as it fired hot spurts of jizm deep into her guts. "Yes! Cum in my ass! Oh fuu-hu-huuuuck...!"

Zeke roughly fisted his dick until he felt his balls tighten and knew to slow down or else risk shooting his load before he was ready. He'd managed to edge for close to an hour while watching the footage of Brandy's gangbang in his pickup, but the sights and sounds and smells of her getting railed inches in front of him were a hundred times more arousing.

It took Leonard more than a few seconds to fully descend from the high of orgasm. He pulled his shirt open and used half of it to mop up the perspiration coating his face and chest, then took a shaky step backward. Brandy's O-ring remained conformed to the width of his cock after he pulled out of her, the hole left gaping to spill a thick stream of spooge. Three of her fingers plunged below her wagging tail to scoop out more of the mess. She repeated the action multiple times before her asshole completely closed, eagerly licking her fingers clean between each dip.

Zeke took the open position behind her, his cock dangling a long strand of pre. Without a word, he lined himself up with her glazed vulva and skewered the parted slit in one swift motion. Brandy's initial cry of surprise quickly morphed into a low, guttural moan of pleasure as Zeke began riding her. "This what you want, slut?" he taunted.

"Yes, oh fuck yeeesss," Brandy whimpered. "That's soooo good. I love the way you fuck me, Zeke! Aa-ah! I love this!"

Brandy's butt jiggled as Zeke plowed her, more dribbles of cum escaping from her tailhole to join the frothy blend of umpteen males' loads leaking from her pussy around his pistoning cock. Zeke stared down at the words SEX ADDICT printed prominently across her back and felt a twinge of guilt. He'd intended for the night to be something akin to an intervention. He wanted to confirm if Brandy was truly a nymphomaniac, and if so, catch her cheating in order to make her confront the fact that she had a problem. Then they could work together on finding a solution. She could join a support group, get therapy, take medication--whatever it required to curb her impulses. As she called out his name beneath him, however, Zeke wondered if taming her libido would actually improve either of their lives.

"Fucking rail me, Zeke!" Brandy yelled. "Fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me fuckme fuckmeee!" She wildly drummed her fingers over her clit as she pushed back into each of the other canine's thrusts. A shrill scream coincided with her spine arching, signaling her climax.

Her pussy clenched like a vice around Zeke's dick, bringing him to the very brink. A few more urgent bucks triggered his orgasm just as hers began winding down. He breathlessly belted out swears as he hilted himself inside her, his aching balls mashed against her clit. The intensity of the orgasmic spasms hit the pit bull like a kick to the stomach. Stars flashed across his vision and he grabbed Brandy's hips for stability when his balance faltered.

The restroom fell quiet, nothing except the faint sounds of ragged breathing and drops of fluid hitting floor tiles giving any indication of movement. After a long moment, Brandy's shoulders began to twitch. A sound like gentle sobbing echoed quietly up from behind the toilet. Zeke gingerly reached for the back of Brandy's head when her entire frame began jerking with the broken rhythm of her laughter. As soon as Zeke took a step back, his wilting prick was replaced by two sets of Brandy's fingers in her cunt, spreading herself wide open. As she pushed, cum squelched noisily out of both of her holes, making her laugh harder.

"This is... hehehaha... the best night of my fucking LIFE!" The saluki giggled deliriously while bouncing her ass in the air. "Come on! Haha! Who's gonna fuck me next?"

Zeke looked at Leonard, who stood in the corner with his cock half hard between his legs. The walrus furrowed his brow as he weighed the options. He had another load in his balls, but he also had a load in his rig due at a fulfillment center two states over in less than nine hours.

"Let's go!" Brandy said impatiently. "I want a cock in my ass or my pussy. I don't care which!" She spun around and sat on the toilet, scooting her back down low to push her butt out to the edge of the seat. She propped one footpaw up on the grab bar and pulled her other leg back with her left arm, putting herself on display in a lewd spread eagle pose. "Fuck me and you can cum on my tits. O-Or my face! I'll suck you clean!"

Leonard's dick swelled back to a full, rock-hard erection, making his decision for him. He reasoned ten minutes spent getting chewed out by his boss for a late delivery was a small price to pay for the chance to drain his nuts inside this starving canine succubus. Brandy cried out in utter bliss the moment his cock replaced her fingers penetrating her soupy cunt.

Zeke leaned against the wall and leisurely stroked himself to the sight of his girlfriend's belly bulging every time Leonard drove forward. He knew then that any attempt to "fix" Brandy's behavior was out of the question. Robbing her of the pleasure so clearly evident on her face would be too cruel a punishment for someone he loved.

For his own part, the pit bull found an unexpected thrill in the idea of his girl fucking other men. He had no desire to be a cuckold, but his ego and penis both swelled enormous at the thought of her other lovers lining up to ravage her after he'd gotten first dibs.

Brandy quickly came while impaled on Leonard's thick shaft, screaming in gluttonous pleasure as she climaxed. After the walrus finished, he and Zeke took turns pumping her through a marathon of elated, writhing orgasms. The three of them fucked for hours, during the last of which Brandy got down on the floor so she could more easily suck one cock while the other drilled her from behind.

Shortly before dawn, a plume of steam rose up into the cool morning air as the trio finally opened the door and emerged from the confines of the restroom. Leonard weakly bid the couple goodbye and hobbled back to his truck, praying that a gallon of coffee from the nearest diner would be enough to carry him the rest of the way through his haul. Brandy wore a tired grin and nothing else, strolling stark naked across the spacious parking lot with zero concern for who saw her. Zeke walked close beside with a ball of her clothes under his arm. "How about I give you a ride," he said. "We can come back for your car later."

"You just want some road head," Brandy giggled. She licked her lips to capture any missed strands of jizz clinging to her muzzle.

Zeke winced at the thought of anyone or anything touching the shriveled nub of his spent cock. He glanced down at the weaving trail of cum droplets behind Brandy and contemplated jogging ahead to drape a towel over the passenger seat of his truck. Ultimately, he decided against it. Zeke understood the new terms of their relationship would require him having to deal with unpleasant messes, both literal and figurative. From that point forward, the ride would only get rougher.

Not that such thoughts deterred him. Despite everything they'd been through--perhaps even in part because of it--he knew he wanted no one else but Brandy.