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His smile was as wide as the San Andreas fault. He was alone in the parking lot of his favorite food joint, the red digital clock in the black leather interior of his car showed it to be 3:00 pm, and nobody else could hear what he was about to do. His underwear quickly followed his pants to his ankles. He bit his tan lips in excitement and threw his head back, thrusting his hip forward against the steering wheel. He reached down under the leather lining of his driver's seat and pulled it back to reveal one of his best kept secrets. He had a friend install it, and had paid him quite handsomely, in such a way that it was attached to the sub woofer of his car's stereo system and would let him "feel the music."

With the black leather flipped back, and between the revealed stained foam underneath was a black silicone sculpture of a canine cock. His tan and black paw gripped it at the knot, pulling up, and the dildo slowly angled upwards. He always disliked how slow his friend had let the mechanism holding the fake canine cock in place move. He sighed, lowering himself onto the cock without lube and before it was in position. It burned a little, but he made himself go slow.

"Fuck," he moaned, the cock fitting into his ass like it had countless times before. He grunted all the way down until his butt sat snugly on the knot. Either his butt had gotten used to the canine form, or it fit his perfectly on its own, but he loved how it filled him just the same. He sat there for a minute or two, his cock leaking pre from the pressure the dildo put on his prostate, and just enjoyed the warmth that flowed through his body. Letting all of his weight go, his butt pressed harder against the grapefruit-sized knot. His tailhole stretched slowly around the knot, his butt-muscles relaxing in pleasure, and then his bump of a tail wagging furiously against the back of the seat as he got half-way. From there, gravity took over and he fell the last inch. Now if a person was looking at him from the outside of his car they would not suspect anything at all until they got up close.

He gave his hard prick a teasing stroke and licked the mess his finger gathered off before pulling his MP3 player out of the armrest. The cord was plugged in, the player was on, and he was thumbing through his play lists with a purpose. The list he cleverly titled 'Good Times' was at the bottom as usual, but before he let it play he maxed out the base that his in his car. The first note was shivered up through the silicon canine rod and kissed his button. His cock responded with a quick fire of excitement. The songs he had picked out had no true coherence, and he didn't even much care for a few of them, but all of them had one thing in common. When he listened too them through his butt, they rocked the cum right out of his nuts.

The wub-wub of the first few songs had him gasping for breath and playing with his black cock, the knot already swelling. With his left arm hanging lazily on the diver's door, he ran his fingers over his throbbing meat like a masseuse. He panted heavily, tongue lolling out the side of his muzzle and his pointed ears swiveling to the beat of a new song that started. It was fast-paced, and it made his member jump at each pulse from the low tones. His paw gripped and slipped down his stiff dick only to reverse and begin again, and it did it in time with the music. The back of his head his the cushion behind as he moaned lewdly, not noticing the people in the restaurant being upset by the loud vibrations of his music. His heated panting soon fell into the music's rhythm too, and he was practically dancing by masturbating.

A new song came on. It was a slow constant hum of sweet base against his prostate with occasional jump in intensity that matched the rapper's words. He mouthed the words without realizing it, he creeped his paw to the spearhead of his dick and back down, and he grinded his butt in circles in the soft foam of his seat. If it hadn't been the peak of summer he would have fogged up his windows, just like he had done before. The near constant buzz that the music caused was milking his prostate to the point that his cock was constantly streaming out pre-cum, and his paw moved shakily in it's journey. But it was going too fast for his liking, his climax was coming too fast while he wanted to enjoy it. He gripped his knot and squeezed it, his left paw balling into a fist on the door frame, and growled in need for more.

Soon a few customers came into the parking lot from a late lunch, only to turn around and complain to the manager about the car emitting noise pollution. The employee's only expanded the story, saying that the car was there almost daily, leaving the manager to call the police.

He switched to gripping beneath the knot to stave off his cum from firing out when a new song shuffled into play. This one had deep, waving sound to that usually sent the young dobie into orgasm without touch. He couldn't resist completely though, he started bouncing gently in his seat, causing the knotted dildo in his ass to stroke his button along with the buzz the sub woofer that rattled up inside him. The floor of the driver's side held a puddle of doggie fluids, causing his footpaws to slip around when he tried to lift himself up a bit more, and that scent would stay there for weeks later.

Then the song came on that always did him in. He couldn't decide whether it would be worth it to skip it, but before he did decide the song reached his favorite part. It started out with a rather high note for a sub woofer to play, and slowly lowered its tone. Soon he was gripping his knot while he practically stopped breathing, stopped moving at all. It crept lower, the vibrations of the dildo growing in intensity until it was bouncing around inside his tailhole of its own accord. It got to the deepest note, and his body was shaking as it flowed through his body. He half howled, half cried his ecstasy into the trembling car. His black cock bombarded the steering wheel, floor, dashboard, and all over his black and tan fur with his white seed, firing pulse after pulse from over-stimulation.

He limply struck at the cord connecting his MP3 player to the car, stopping the music. He was panting sluggishly. His clothes were sticky with his spooge, his windshield was spotted with it, and his throbbing meat was still drooling lightly. He licked his right paw clean of his seed and turned on his car, driving home for a clean change of clothes and a shower.

The police arrived minutes later, but had nothing to do but collect the license plate number the employee's had written down.