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She'd taken the dare. She was on her knees. She was staring down something that she could easily turn away from, even then, but her mind was divided between a two sides of a cowardly paradox.

Was it worse to open her muzzle and take the offered cock, or to open the cheap, rickety door of the bathroom stall and run for the exit?

You didn't have to do this, she was assuring herself, as her mind raced. It was just a stupid dare. You could have turned it down and asked for something else...they wouldn't have forced you...r-right?

Even her own mind was tripping over words, and though no one on the other side could see it, her body was trembling terribly. They might be able to hear such, as she refused to let the strap of her purse down from between her breasts, and the contents within clacked and jingled as she tried to steel her resolve.

It felt like a losing battle, at least, at first.

But...when will I ever have another chance to do this?

Sure enough, if not for the fact that she was dared to, Clover never would have gone into a men's bathroom, much less put herself in such a compromised position. Just judging by the stockings on her thighs and the slim, toned lines of her ankles, anyone who dared to pass by and sneak a peak would gather that it was a woman on the other side of the stall, but they never would have known how lucky they were, just by that.

Clover only had to take one member in her maw, and the deal was done. She'd be finished with the dare, and she could gather herself up, leave the bathroom, and leave her foolish bravado in the toilet, where she thought it belonged.

Those first tiny, glistening drops of precum that fell needlessly to the floor, however, spoke to a different side of her.

I couldn't just leave him hanging like that, though, she told herself. Just to give it one quick, teasing lick and run? That would be like torture for this poor guy...he's so pent up that it's spilling everywhere...

It was hard for Clover to remember just how long she'd been on her knees. She could feel that they were starting to grow sore with their labor, but she didn't realize she'd been there, contemplating her actions for over half an hour. She'd been stared down by the pulsing manhood in front of her for almost ten minutes of that, and even then, the veins were still pushed right up to the surface of what was clearly canine flesh. Each pulse of the beast on the other side left the flesh that Clover could see bouncing before her eyes, and though it took as long as it did...she was beginning to warm up to the idea, just slightly.

"Just...j-just a quick taste," she whispered, perhaps not loud enough for the canine on the other side of the wall to hear, but he wasn't waiting long for a more appropriate reply.

Like a reward for his impressive stamina, Clover finally leaned forth on shaking knees and opened her small, stout muzzle. Her breath was warm enough to send a delightful rush through the body of the shapeless male on the other side, and a tiny spurt of precum landed upon her tongue before she ever felt the heat of his member against her lips.

It was the perfect appetizer to warm her up to the main course.

Thick...so heavy... she wondered, and though her body tried to remind her of her shame, her thoughts were already clouding up with a haze of lust. There was something so delightfully primal about feeling the flesh of a male against her lips, and something even more satisfying about feeling the smooth, warm surface of the delicate, sensitive skin passing into her muzzle and down toward her throat.

There was a wonderful sense of control, as well, as the entirety of the anonymous cock was already pushed through the hole in the wall, meaning that the range of motion was completely limited, and Clover had full control over just how much action went on.

The last vestiges of her purity and shame, however, were fighting back with everything that they had, as she sat on the precipice of taking the tapered, drooling tip of the canine length any further. She easily could ; it wasn't a matter of ability, but a matter of her own self-image, and just how she'd feel if she went through with the act.

Even if nobody else knew, she would, and she wasn't sure that she could handle the idea of having done something so raunchy, just to fulfill a dare. Worse still, she was beginning to like it, and she could feel a more familiar warmth bubbling up in the pit of her tummy, just above the recesses of her womanhood.

She was worried that she might need to take more than a taste, if she went on with it. The scent of the male was dominating her senses, but not her body; she still felt as though she was in total control of the moment, but further, she seemed to be watching a movie of herself, as if she didn't believe that the girl she knew herself to be was capable of something so forbidden.

To take that step back and look at herself from a distance was all it took for Clover to open wide, brush the soft, airy bangs from over the delicate pink of her eyes, and stare down every inch of the offered manhood, as she took the whole of it into her throat. Her palms went flat against the wall of the stall as she leaned over at the neck and folded her ears back, nearly gagging herself on the throbbing rod with a sense of need that simply wasn't there when she entered the room.

It had been building inside of her the whole time, and with plenty of such to grow, it was now a powerful force of lust that Clover felt better to abide, rather than fight.

Gods, he's plentiful...he's like a damn faucet! Clover cheered, as she felt each heated, tiny streak of pre-ejaculate spilling into her throat with ease. She would happily have held still on the length and drank from it as such, but having gone to the level of depravity that she was, Clover wasn't going to stop at just a sample. Her paws pressed heavily on the stall as she leaned in a little further, pressing the very end of her muzzle right up to the rim of the hole, right in the very same place where so many others had been before, and opened her throat wide as she felt the tapered, narrow tip of the length tickling at her tonsils.

If not for her gag reflex finally kicking in, she might never have pulled back, but as she coughed and sent droplets of saliva to the cut of her own cleavage, she finally did lean back just slightly, allowing strands of the same glistening liquid to dangle between her lips, and the end of the throbbing, spitting flesh in front of her.

It was staring her down, at this point, and though the male on the other side wasn't the most talkative, Clover could hear quiet, desperate grunts of sexual frustration being released as she worked.

She didn't expect the rush of the turn on that came about as a result, but she didn't dare to fight it.

"I'm awfully thirsty...and the line at the bar is way too long," Clover murmured, assured that the male on the other side could hear her, even if just barely. "You just cum whenever you want, big guy. I'm dying for a drink."

Clover wasn't sure if she had the best porn star voice, but she was doing a wonderful impression. Her words alone sent a few more drops of precum to the end of the rapidly pulsing cock, and she giggled as she licked them up, curling her tongue around the very tip to lift it back into her muzzle and guide it to the back of her mouth once again. She worked up the glands inside of her maw as she went, building up excess spittle to make sure that every inch of the male was shimmering with her oral fluids, in the hope that even more of them would end up dripping down to the top of her breasts. They were already threatening to burst out of the tight, sleeveless top that she'd picked out for the evening, and if it came down to it, she'd happily free them to bring the male to a climax.

Her own climax was just as important, however, and under her tight, almost pointless miniskirt, a paw was already wandering. Her pawtips were so soft and smooth that they tickled her thigh as she crept it along, and the softer, peach fuzz fluff around the edges of her womanhood felt wonderful to the touch, as just the slightest, beading arousal was gathering there.

I cannot believe I'm sucking a stranger's cock in a bathroom while I finger myself, Clover tried to rationalize the situation to herself, as the first of her pawtips swirled around her warming, moistened labia and dipped inside. She could feel her folds pouting just enough to allow her digit easy access, and again, her body trembled, although this time, it was for an entirely different reason.

The soreness in her knees was forgotten as Clover felt something massive pressing up against her muzzle, and though her eyes were lidded over with pleasure, she couldn't help opening them a bit wider at the sight of the emerging knot of the canine. With her ears folded back, she wasn't able to hear the gasping, passionate moans of the canine on the other side so well, but she could feel the vibrations all the way down in his cock, as it bumped around inside of her maw.

Signs were all pointing to the obvious conclusion, but nothing about it felt predictable. Clover was still shocked when she felt more and more of the wide, bulbous flesh trying to pry into her mouth, and tiny strands of her own liquid arousal began to stain the crotch of her panties as one digit feverishly pumped within her passage. Her thumb circled and swirled around the slowly growing nub of her clitoris, and as it stood erect for her to tease it, shocks ran up from the pit of her crotch, leaving her to shudder around her delicious mouthful.

She knew she wouldn't be able to handle the entire knot in her muzzle, but Clover did the best she could as she felt the first streaks of cum spilling onto her tongue. She knew canine anatomy plenty well, and her free paw slipped from the stall wall down to the base of the knot, squeezing around it tightly to simulate a tie for the plentiful beast.

"Nnngh...f-fuck..." Clover could hear him whimpering on the other side of the wall, and his moans of delight enticed the other customers as a line began to form. She wasn't prepared for so much volume, and even with her best efforts, she felt seed pouring out of the corners of her lips and spilling down to soak her chin and her neck as her insides were coated, as well. Her throat was nearly painted white as she tried to keep up with the hot, sticky canine mess, but finally, she sucked in a deep gasp of air as she forced herself away from the pulsing, spraying rod.

Being the caring lover she was, however, Clover kept a tight grip on the knot as she gazed upon it, and giggled as smaller, softer spurts of cum spilled upon the bridge of her muzzle and her lips.

"Mnn...you r-really shouldn't go s-so long between orgasms," she advised him, as she continued building up to her own. Her chest was heaving as she panted, and every element of the moment was helping her along to what she knew was going to be a wet, messy climax of her own...if she were allowed to focus on it.

The knot in her paw was beginning to deflate, and with all of the excess ejaculate upon it, it easily slipped from her grasp as the male pulled up his pants and left. Clover actually frowned at the sight as she continued to tease her own cunt, but the void was quickly filled, as another man hopped right into the stall.

Though it wasn't stiff to start, there was already blood clearly flowing to the member that was exposed, and Clover looked right through the hole to see a cock that was truly exotic, toeing the line between canine and equine. She could already imagine just how unique it would feel inside of her muzzle...but as wetness continued to build on her pawtips, she realized that she might have a better use for it.

I've already gone this far, Clover thought, as the bunny opened her muzzle wide and happily took the partially flared tip of the cock into her welcoming mouth.

Why should I stop there...?