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It was a beautiful autumn evening. The trees were all as red as a fox's fur, and the sun was just setting, painting the sky in glorious tones of orange as well. At the other end of the horizon, the stars were just starting to become visible. Yet for all its beauty, I wasn't really in the right state of mind to enjoy it. After finishing university, I had tried to stay in the city - I'd grown too addicted to the fast pace of life to ever leave - but the costs of urban life have a tendency of creeping up on you. A few days ago, when I attempted to pay next month's rent, I discovered that I had burnt through all my savings, and the job market had not been merciful. Not in these times. People with more experience and education than myself were going unemployed, so what chance did I have?

So, needing money on short notice I had turned to the less-than-savoury acquaintances I had. I had a few options, it seemed like. One was dealing drugs. I wasn't going to be doing that, I didn't know enough about drugs, nor did I look intimidating enough, being a relatively dainty fox. The next option was conning people. I considered it, for a while - it was a natural fit for a fox, after all - but I decided against it; if I was to earn money illegally, I'd prefer me being the only party that suffers from it. That led me to option three: selling my body. Somewhat reluctantly, that's what I settled on. Of course, it wasn't women I'd be selling myself to, but rather other males, who I was assured would find my effeminate shape attractive.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I suppose I looked good, although I was hardly an expert. It certainly wasn't how I'd normally dress. The tight leather pants hugged by slim vulpine body, leaving precious little to the imagination. The fishnet shirt, through which my chestfluff was pushing, even less so. The collar, on the other hand, was there precisely to spark the imagination and desire of whoever saw me. I had painstakingly applied purple eyeshadow to contrast with my orange fur, and a little bit of a blush on the white parts of my muzzle. Kind of a gothic look, or maybe just slutty - like I said, it wasn't exactly my area of expertise - but either way, it was more for myself than any clients, who I wasn't planning on letting see me. Not yet.

It wasn't the proudest of my days, but I needed money to pay the rent. So I had to resort to this, selling my body for money. Of course, I wasn't entirely opposed to the idea, or I wouldn't have been getting ready for it. It was just this particular level of decadence, letting other males mount, rut and mate me for pay, I wasn't quite sure if I was ready. That's why I was planning to start anonymously. A gloryhole. It wouldn't pay as well, but it'd let me get used to being used without anyone knowing, and I'd still have the opportunity to back out.

The whole thing was still completely new to me, and although I knew that I was attracted to males, I'd never had the opportunity to blow one yet, much less to get fucked. I had practiced giving blowjobs to a dildo, and stretched myself somewhat on one, but not much beyond that. Beyond the need to make some cash, I had to admit that the prospect of sucking my first cock anonymously and for money, at that, was somehow arousing. There's a certain eroticism to utter degradation, to just being used as a hole for strangers to fill. It was the pure essence of sexuality, for me, especially in a setting like a gloryhole, where both participants were reduced to simply genitals and holes.

Still, I was a little nervous, despite my maleness visibly straining against the tight leather. I groomed my hair a little more, combed my whiskers and brushed my teeth one last time, and then I was off. It was now or never. I had gotten a tip about where in the city they had gloryholes, and where they were usually paid. Some of the holes were more or less organized, and although anyone was free to provide services at one in theory, in practice some of the "better" areas demanded certain qualities. Absolute slobs were not allowed at some, or females at others. I had the address to one the former ones, which is why I was dressed up in my sexiest. The better the average worker, the more likely you were to get paid.

Granted, even a slightly better than average porn shop or adult movie theatre still doesn't look like a terribly classy place, and that was the case with this one too. It was a small brick building squeezed between two high rises, with the entrance on the opposite side in an alley. The neon sign simply read "Adult movies", which I suppose was as good a name as any. The street outside was dirty and wet after the September rains, and for a moment I stood there, wondering if I should go on in and carry through my plans of utter debauchment, or turn around and go back to living a wholesome life in the countryside.

In the end, it was an easy choice. I took a deep breath, opened the door and stepped inside. The streetlights of the outside world were replaced with dim neon lights that hid most features of most of the patrons. Brighter signs pointed the way to the booths, and to the shop, which I hoped was better lit. I only saw rough silhouettes in the darkness, but there were wolves, big cats, probably a fox or two, and what looked like an otter. Nobody really made eye contact. Some were standing in line to the booths, but there was another entrance for "employees". The sign included the citation marks. In other words, a lot of people were wanting to be serviced, but only a few were providing services. All the better for me.

I walked past the line. I could feel heads turning, eyeing me up. Not that they could see much with so little light; at most a rough outline of my plump rear and bushy tail. They'd see that I'm a fox, perhaps, from the shape of the ears and muzzle, but nowhere near enough to identify me later if I decided this job wasn't for me.

The air carried with it a musky scent. It wasn't any one scent in particular, but rather that of several pent-up males and their release at once. Pleasant, not suffocating. Arousing. I almost wished my nose was less sensitive: I was trying to be business-like and professional, but the pheromones made me feel uncomfortably hot. Made me want to get on my knees right then and there, but I restrained myself. I was in control here, I was the one who was about to get my paws and mouth on the most vulnerable parts of many aroused males. I'd always viewed giving oral sex as an inherently dominant act, more so than even mounting someone. Even the weakest cocksucker could destroy the biggest male in a few seconds in that position, if they wanted. That's the way I viewed things, I was doing this because I wanted something, because I needed something. I wasn't doing it for them. Or so I told myself, at any rate.

Unsurprisingly, both entrances led into the same room, in which there were a few pairs of stalls separate from each other. One pair was occupied, but that was clearly not enough for this many needy males. Well, it was time to get the line moving.

I entered the stall on the far right. Here, the smell of cum was overpowering. For being a "better" establishment for this kind of thing, it wasn't very clean. The way I had been told that these worked was that you put some money into the machine in the booth, which would then play some porn movie or another, but the point in this case was that it'd light the booth up, showing others that you were available. It wasn't a lot of money, but it was how this fine establishment made money off this, themselves, without any risk of being accused of running a prostitution ring. Fair enough. I was just hoping that I'd earn more money than I had to spend.

I looked around. There was a hole in the wall, as expected. On the floor was a very dirty-looking kneeling pillow, which, also expected, was soaked in cum. I could tell from the smell. Well, there was nothing to it. With a squishing sound, I knelt on the cold, wet pillow. After a seconds thought, I loosened my belt, too, so my hand could reach my sheath comfortably, in case I got too aroused to resist. Then, I pushed a few coins into the slot on the wall, and the movie of the day started with bright lights and loud moans. I didn't pay any attention to it. Instead, my senses were focused entirely on the hole in front of me.

I heard someone approach. Clicking, clacking sounds as claws tapped into the ceramic tiles, despite the footwraps he was sure to be wearing. Some kind of canine, for absolute certain. The heavy steps said probably a wolf. But I'd see for sure in a few heartbeats.

He entered the stall. As intended, I only saw him from the waist down through the hole. Grey fur, tail just barely restrained from all out wagging. A bulky sheath visibly outline in the jeans, already starting to swell. He pawed a few coins into the display on his side, and that booth lit up as well, giving me a beautiful view of him undoing his pants and letting them fall onto the floor. He wasn't wearing underwear.

He began to rub his sheath, pulling it back and letting his thick, pointed red cock flop out. It glistened in the light of the display, and precum was already pearling at the top despite him not even being fully hard yet. And then he took a step towards the hole. He pressed his body against the divider, and his cock through the hole. For a moment, I just admired it. I reached out and caressed the length, feeling him twitch in my paw. The smell was making me drool, the virile, musky, and undeniably masculine scent. He was at full mast now, just from me stroking him, and then he throbbed again, cock spurting out another load of clear, canine precum. Oh gods, I couldn't resist anymore, the next time that happened I wanted it all over my tastebuds. Needed to lick, suck, and worship that beautiful specimen of maleness like it deserved.

Dominant. Yeah, right. Not in the face of this.

I gave the tip a lick. The wolf groaned, eager to sink himself into my willing muzzle. I obliged, savouring every inch of his hot, hard flesh as it slid through my pursed lips and over my caressing tongue. Despite nearly choking, I managed to take all of him, seven inches or so, into my mouth. I ran my tongue around the bottom, eyes watering from suppressing my cough reflex. And then I slowly pulled away, lavishing the length with quick, loving licks. The wolf growled and more burning hot precum shot into my eager maw, covering my tongue in the subtle tangy flavour of a male wolf growing increasingly close to release. Closer to letting me drink my fill of his seed.

I began bobbing my head up and down on him. I used every trick I'd learnt while practicing on a dildo: lips pursed to avoid my teeth grazing him, constantly licking as I sucked, especially under the very tip of his canine rod. It didn't take long before he swelled up and then jerked in my mouth as his thick, sticky seed spurted out in heavy ropes, coating the insides of my mouth in a wonderful bouquet of flavors. I swallowed with a loud gulp, making sure the wolf heard. He was panting loudly, as I took all of him into my mouth, gulping down his male essence. At this point, I was rock hard too, rubbing at my own cock through my underwear. The feeling of the thick slime sliding down my throat and into my belly was beyond arousing, and I kept sucking on him for more of it until he with something resembling sadness withdrew.

"Good cocksucker", he whispered, hoarsely, and slid a few notes through the hole. I didn't have time to count any of it before he left and another man entered the booth, punched a few coins into the slot, and quickly removed his pants. I placed my muzzle at the hole and let him help himself into my wet, warm hole as he wanted to. The previous guy had been big, but this one - a dog, I think - was a more comfortable fit, and I quickly went to work.

As I was worshipping my second ever cock, I heard someone try the handle on my booth. To my horror, I had forgotten to lock it, and some unseen beast stepped inside. Somehow, I knew what he wanted before he even touched me, and I got on all fours in the stall, careful to keep the wonderful maleness in my mouth, where it belonged. I guessed correctly, as the stranger moved in behind me and groped my ass roughly. I wiggled my rear at him as he pulled down the leather pants, the only layer of protection I was wearing.

Although I hadn't planned on going this far on my first time, the feeling of his strong paws rubbing and caressing my ass seemed to trigger some deeper instincts in me, and I hiked my tail up as an invitation. Somehow, it was addictive to let a male finish in you, and after just one mouthful, I knew I wanted more, pay or no pay. I felt him rub my hole with his rough fingers. Although I hadn't planned on this, I had prepared for it, and I was clean enough for him to enjoy. He poured something cold on my tailhole, probably lube, and it sent shivers up my spine even more so than the cock currently sliding in and out of my muzzle. He pushed some of it into me, and slipped a finger inside with me. I moaned into the hot length I was suckling on eagerly as he curled that digit inside me, rubbing into what I think was my prostate, sending shocks of pleasure through my whole body.

Then, the dog I was blowing exploded in my mouth. More of that musky canine seed slid down my throat, and at the same time, I felt the beast behind me withdraw his fingers and prepare to mount me, the very tip of his maleness nudging into my virgin opening. Then, after letting me drink his load, the dog at my muzzle withdrew, and the unseen male behind me began pushing inside, spreading my tailhole for the very first time. It hurt, but in a good way, like massaging a sore muscle. I moaned. His tip popped into me. It hurt a lot, but I was rubbing at my own cock to distract myself from the pain. Luckily, he probably felt how new I was to this from the sheer tightness, so he stopped for a moment, just letting me adjust to his girth. He knew I wasn't going anywhere before I was dripping with his seed.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he pushed deeper into me, eventually hilting himself within my body, and then stopping again. He growled possessively, grinding his hips into my round ass. I could feel his heavy balls resting against mine. Someone's cock poked at my muzzle and I wrapped my mouth around it without even looking. I thought he felt like a horse as I started slurping on his length, although for a horse he wasn't too big. Maybe a pony? It didn't matter, of course, not as long as he'd be feeding me his seed and hopefully paying for the pleasure, too. My paw was wet with my own precum at this point, and I had to stop groping myself and focus. Then the top began to rut me properly, bumping into my prostate with each thrust, and I thought I was going to pass out from the pleasure. It was all starting to blur together, now.

I came very quickly after the male breeding my ass started thrusting, my seed splattering onto the already wet floor, adding my own cum to the mix. "Good boy," I heard him growl, and vaguely felt him catch a few of my last, weak spurts with his paw. Then, he rubbed that slimy gunk into my nose, making sure I smelled my own arousal up close. I eagerly inhaled, taking in my own musky aroma along with the smell of the other needy males. My cock stayed rock hard even after my climax ebbed: it'd take more than one milking to tire me out with this much stimulation.

I wanted both of the men to fill me, almost desperately. I nursed on the equine shaft in my mouth like a bitch in heat while the other beast claimed me. His thrusts were growing more erratic now, more frenzied, and it felt as if his already sizeable maleness has swelling even further inside me. Then, he leaned over, wrapping his arms around my body, and bit into my scruffy neck. I shuddered, knowing what was coming, and squeezed my hole around his length in anticipation. Soon enough, he let out a muffled groan into my neck, and I felt him throb, finishing his claim on me. I could've sworn I felt a wet heat spreading in my belly as he fucked me full of his virile seed. Warm, sweaty hips grinding into my ass while I milked him best I could. Every single throb felt incredibly erotic against my stretched pucker, especially knowing that more of his hot, sticky cum was shooting into my body with each one.

Eventually, he withdrew with a satisfied, throaty sigh. I noticed that nobody had entered the other booth, and despite my head feeling foggy with the afterglow, I realized it was because the movie had ended and the display had gone dark. I stayed in my position for a little longer, feeling warm cum leak out of me and down my thighs, pondering what to do. The man handed me a couple of bills and then, he was gone.

I decided that enough was enough for today. Having orgasmed my thoughts were a bit clearer, and it was almost scary how easily lust had overwhelmed me. On the other hand, I had about a finger's width of bills, some sticky with cum. I couldn't tell how much it was in the darkness, but it felt like enough. I already knew I'd be returning, probably as soon as I got horny again.

Walking home, I started thinking about how about how sexy being completely stuffed with the cum of several strangers felt, and then I was hard again.

Maybe if I just dropped off the money and then went back...