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Loretta was very excited to start her first day of work at Heinmann's Honeymoon Hideaway. In all her years of working as a maid, she'd had notions and dreams of working the place in which anthros were not only invited, but encouraged to attend. She related Heinmann's to a complete paradise, a total getaway location and one of the finest dating and honeymooning establishments to grace her little Russian hometown in years. She was very anxious to start her shift and get the rooms tended to, one at a time. She'd prove to her managers that she had what it takes, that she wasn't just an aging old eagle anthro with a begrudging stare, but a hard-working older anthro woman with a penchant for cleanliness and efficiency. She had years of experience under her wing, so to speak.

When she clocked in and started her shift at last, she couldn't be more thrilled. Loretta grabbed her keyring and attached the new key to her collection, the master key that granted access to every room at Heinmann's, all except for the manager's office. She geared up, stocked a maid's cart fresh with bathroom tissue, linens, spray bottles filled with cleaning solutions of every type and her lucky toy Buddha figurine which she carried around at all times. Loretta loaded up her cart and proceeded to roll towards the first room she'd hope to clean and sanitize to the best of her ability.

Almost before sliding the key into the slot to unlock the first bedroom's door, Loretta felt an overwhelming presence behind the door, in the room within. She wondered if it wasn't occupied. She knocked once, softly. No response. She knocked again, harder than before, with the surface of her palm instead of her curled knuckles. Still nothing. She shrugged, twisted the key in the lock and turned the door handle to push it open. When she did, music emanated from within, accompanied by a repetitive liquid squelching sound and a feminine voice, moaning and panting. Loretta's heart spiked up to her throat, knowing she was about to walk into a very private scene purely by accident.

And she did.

Loretta grew immediately damp from what she witnessed. The scent of incense and raw sex flooded Loretta's senses, pungent and cloying. Her eyes focused upon a blonde-haired German shepherd anthro female knelt on the bedroom's floor, surrounded by candied hearts with lewd statements and loose rose petals scattered about. She was being tag-teamed by two feral dogs and she was quite heavily into their passion. One of them, a red-furred husky with a white-furred underbelly and face, had his rear legs spread wide and was savoring a bit of fellatio from the shepgirl. Loretta saw a small heart-shaped buttplug inserted into the feral husky's rectum and realized that he was being milked of his sperm.

The ravaging hybrid dog behind the shepherd girl seemed familiar to Loretta, somehow. He reminded her of a musician her daughter had been heavily into, though she couldn't remember his name. Names were the farthest thing from Loretta's overheated mind as she witnessed the act of interspecies erotica unfolding before her very eyes. She could remember his breed, though. A German shepherd and raccoon mix. A shep-coon.

Loretta stood perfectly still, door wide open, face frozen in a rictus of alarming pleasure as she watched and struggled not to finger herself off to the fascinating act of dogfuckery taking place before her. The shep-coon slammed his large fleshy dog's knot into the shepherd girl's leaking hot-pink vagina. He licked at her shoulder with hungry persistence while grabbing hold of her hips and fucking the daylights out of her sweet succulent pussy, thrusting deeper into her with reckless abandon. On the walls of the bedroom hung a variety of pictures. An orangutan, a sunset in a vast forest and an elegant blue butterfly adorned the bedroom walls, illuminated by small lights on strings trailing along the entirety of the bedroom. The bed itself was circular-shaped and looked amazingly comfy, if only it were being used for the act of rest and relaxation, which it most certainly wasn't.

The shepherd girl noticed that she wasn't alone with her two dog lovers and made a passing glance towards the doorway. Her and Loretta shared a brief flashing glimpse, looking into each other's eyes. Loretta felt as if she'd faint if she stared at the shepgirl any longer and the shepgirl felt an overwhelming wave of lust flow over her, attributing to her voyeuristic notions. She thought being watched in the act of fucking her favorite feral dogboys was one of the most resplendent fantasies imaginable. Cassidy grinned as her tongue lapped at the husky's cock, drippy with pre-cum. She caressed the shep-coon's cheek as he finally drove his knot home, cumming wildly into her pussy, panting relentlessly. She raised the red-furred husky's tail and deepthroated him as the shep-coon's eye rolled back into his skull and his muzzle pressed against her fuzzy cheek, locked into a heavily passionate embrace.

Loretta closed the door as silently as she'd opened it, taking great care not to further disturb the hotel patron's naughtiest taboo lovemaking session. She reached down to readjust her panties, feeling an overwhelming dampness threatening to soil her clean new pair, should she put any more thought into what she'd just seen. She gathered herself, collected her nerve and reminded herself of her duties at hand. With a very strong urge to return back into the room and join in on the action, Loretta decided instead to carry on with her shift and tend to the other rooms, discovering that they were all mostly empty, no vacancies to be had. She didn't know if she had lucked out or fucked up by walking in on the German shepherd girl's zoophilic fun times.

After a moment of heated self-debate and moral deliberation, Loretta decided to return back to the bedroom with the feisty threesome in hopes of getting shagged hard by the butt-plugged husky.