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The air in the motel room already smelled pretty damn funky from our combined spooge, but Brock was far from being done with me, as you might expect. We were lying on the thin foam rubber mattress on the clunky old bed, locked in an embrace of sorts that put our bodies closely together. Brock had his leg thrown over mine and I had my head resting against his arm, and one of his paws was playing with my ear, while the other rubbed my...ass, feeling up the shape of my slightly battered rear. My tail stub kept flicking as I felt the paw move, and Brock...he was being Brock, looking at me with that shit-eating grin all over his muzzle while he played with his favorite toy, in the form of my body.

Our cocks were almost fully soft by now, but whatever there was peeking out of our sheaths was lodged between our bodies, pressed on slick bellies that kept rubbing together with every movement we made. It felt nice, as did the musk filling the air. Hell, even the slightly sore feeling under my pounded tail felt sort of good, too, since it reminded me of how it had felt to have Brock fuck me and tie with me before filling me up with his load.

He seemed like he always was after our sex, sort of lazy, sort of horny too, still, since he didn't go into his sheath, nor stopped teasing me, and you could bet that whatever he was speaking had something to do with attempts to make me feel embarrassed.

It wasn't different now, either. Brock's big paw was rubbing up and down on my hip and it was slowly going closer and closer to the actual crack of my ass, with every move from that paw feeling me up. Brock watched my tired eyes and licked my nosepad, which made my whiskers itch and made me snort, too. The Dobie chuckled at the sound I made and slapped my rump cheek. I bared my canine on the corner of my muzzle and let out of a little ruff. Brock winked and rubbed over my ass again.

"Nice wuff," the Dobie grumbled.

I snuffled and rumbled quietly and rubbed my cheeks against Brock's slightly sweaty arm. I could smell the more fragrant musk coming from his fuzzy armpit, and was tempted to push my nose there for a moment, but didn't want to come off as an even bigger a bitch than I probably already were by letting him do me in the tail so freely.

Brock's fingers rubbed over my taint and seemed to like it there, since they were soon roaming in the crevice of my ass cheeks, feeling the little curly hairs and the slight slickness that had accommodated there during our earlier activities. Even thinking about it made my poor tailhole clench and my cock throb, at least once, between our bodies. Brock must have noticed, because he rumbled and instantly moved his fingers upwards to meet my pucker and give it a poke with his fingers. I huffed and gave him a look. Brock licked his lips.

"Still nice and ripe here," the Dobie mused while prodding and playing with my asshole with those damn fingers of his that made me have to try hard not to press back against them.

I flicked my tail stub and tried to give him my best puppy look.

"I sure wouldn't mind trying yours, Brock," I replied and thumped my groin against Brock's for emphasis.

Brock snorted, flicked his ears down, and poked his index finger straight through me and into my tail tunnel, making me gasp at the sudden intrusion. My innards tightened on his finger and squeezed on it firmly. The big Dobie looked at me hungrily.

"Knock it off, wuff," the Dobie rumbled as his finger wormed into me.

I let out another gasp when his finger poked on that stupid place inside me that felt so fucking good whenever I had something in there. Brock knew that if he kept up the back and forth movement of his finger, I would soon be forgetting my words and willingly lifting my tail for him again, just when I was supposed to be asking Brock whether it was about time I tried his again.

"Uh huh?" I replied and tapped his rump with my nearest footpaw, to tell him that I too liked tapping.

Brock growled deeply and snapped his teeth together right in front of my muzzle. His eyes glealemd dangerously while his finger pushed through me again and again, rapidly fucking into me with his digit now and making my cock grow hard almost instantly.

I gasped, grunted, and moaned, and Brock managed to twist our bodies so that I was suddenly lying on my belly again and my boner dug onto the dirty sheets underneath us. I gasped against when I felt his weight on me, followed by the noise of spitting and the heat of Brock's cocktip pressing between my ass cheeks and then up to its ultimate destination.

Brock leaned over me and caught the back of my neck scruff between his teeth and gave it a brief yank. I went completely still and stopped my attempted wriggling...and only simply pushed my ass backwards, even if it made sure that he would have free access into my vulnerable rump.

Brocks' paws grabbed onto my arms and held them up in front of me while he pressed his blunt tip against my pucker and began to hump me, right there and there, to rub his pre-shooting tip over my asshole before the muscles gave away and he was back inside me.

I don't know how he managed to keep it so slow, but that's what Brock did that time, breeding me with the slowest strokes I could imagine, and spending whole minutes without moving at all, simply panting onto my neck and twitching his cock inside my rear tunnel to keep it fully hard all the time. This was interspaced with rapid bouts of jackrabbit hammering into my ass that kept me moaning and grunting and needing to bite a pillow while his tip pounded into that strange place inside me that kept me fully hard despite the discomfort of having something so big under my tail.

Brock bit on my shoulder hard when his knot jammed itself through my pink little ring and lodged itself inside my rump, moments before he hammered loads out of both of us, and left us panting and grunting, sweaty and stinking of cum and lying on that ruined bed, locked together once again.

I laid quietly on the pool of my own seed that marked me as Brock's bitch, and enjoyed the soft huffs of his breaths over my sweaty neck, and the warmth of his still firm tool slowly pulsing inside me. Brock's rumbles were so frequent that he sounded like he was snoring!

I wondered if one could actually fall asleep while being knotted to a bitch. I sure was certain that I could not fall asleep having something that size up my ass, but I wasn't so sure whether it'd go that way for the one doing the actual fucking.

I still hadn't gotten into Brock tonight, but maybe my time would come soon.

I would wait.