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I wanted more.

I was practically kneading the cock in my muzzle with my tongue, its sandpaper texture making the paw on my head grip harder as it swiped away the fluids. This was not the first dick in my maw, and the jizz from the others coated the new dick in my maw with each bob of my head before I licked them back and down my throat. The canine cock was leaking pre-cum constantly, which only encouraged me to further drain his balls and have the delicious cum swimming in my belly. His member was twitching, so I reached up and squeezed down on the swollen knot that I could no longer fit into my muzzle. Hot ropes of his seed filled my maw and were quickly swallowed down my hungry throat to join I don't know how many other loads. My stomach was beginning to balloon out from every irresistible drop of cum.

As he pulled out of my muzzle, soft words echoed in my head. I could almost understand them. Pleasure radiated out from the juices of every man I had drank that night. I could just barely remember a couple of hours ago, laying somewhere in darkness as his soft, heated voice engulfed me. I did not remember what he had said, and I didn't care to because whatever he had done to me I enjoyed.

A wide cock-head was all I saw, swaying gently in front of my vision. Without thought I plunged as much of it as I could into my muzzle and fondled the low-hanging, heavy balls. All I knew was that I wanted to have more. More of the hot man milk pouring down into my hungry belly, more of the heavy, musky scent of males so much more masculine than me, and more of the praising moans that made my own cock harder.

That voice had been so kind, praising me for being a good boy. Most of what it said was lost to me, I couldn't remember much, but I knew that he was changing me for the better, changing me to serve him. I could almost hear that hot voice each time one of these men came, calling me a good boy.

The horse couldn't last long, and I didn't want him to. My rough tongue pleased his dick and ran diligently over the head to gather everything it could. I squeezed his near fur-less balls in my palm for encouragement, I was practically using his dick to fuck my throat without, shivering as the wide head swelled in my Adam's apple, and I stuck a finger past his tailhole and pressed firmly on his prostate like it was the button on a soda fountain. He nickered and whinnied with his paws roughly holding my head, and then the flood was unleashed. Time slowed as I felt the cum surge from the horse, tailhole clamping on my finger, balls pulling close to the body, and the thick fluid making a bulge as it traveled down the juicy cock into my hungry stomach. My muzzle suckled on it long after the last drop had been spent, until the horse pulled me off of that softening cock.

"Damn, what a cock slut."

Those words sent more shock waves throughout my body, it was like slut was just another way of saying 'good boy' now, and it caused a new desire to be called a slut more often. This was what I wanted to be, my belly full of semen and a maw endlessly tasting of fresh male musk. I licked his lips to wipe off the cum that was there, and I sought out a new cock to fill my muzzle. I didn't have to look long, even though it felt like an eternity to me, before a tiger shoved his barbed cock down my well lubed lips. The new male in front of me took my head in his paws and humped furiously, face-fucking me with that spiny rod of flesh.

Once more I could hear the voice from before, hot and thick in my mind like the spooge I was trying to milk, making me feel so good for doing as it commanded. Desperate for more of the joy it was feeding me, I swallowed on the feline prick until it went down past my tongue and breathed the potent smell of the tiger from the source. Breathing seemed to come instinctively with every motion of that cock using my face to get off, like I had always known how, just like I had always known how to press my face as deep into the tiger's pelvis to get more of the delicious dick in me. Apparently he had been watching my past performances because his thrust were quick and erratic as his body shook, and more of that slightly salty spunk washed into my muzzle.

Cum is so amazing. I love the way it slickens my tongue when I have a new dick to drain, I love the way the strands form when they pull out, like they're daring me to lick it all clean, and I love the taste of the thick goo, like pure male essence that my own body lacked and that I had to drink from as many sources as possible. I felt the warm semen in my belly sloshing around while I licked my lips for more on the rare moment nothing was in them, making me feel like I was a good boy and making me want more. I would do anything to drain a man's balls down my throat, even if it meant that I had to search out more and more strong men to fill my thirst for cum.

My nose was pressed against a new bush of pubic fur, I hadn't noticed when the tiger moved off, and the prick in my maw was already throbbing close to orgasm. I barely caught the ringed coon tail behind the body on one of the hard thrusts deep down my gullet, the human-shaped cock was maneuvered by my tongue without much thought around my teeth and pressing the right spots. I was pulling myself into his thrusts with my hands on his hips, making wet slapping sounds as his balls hit my chin and sucking all of the copious pre that his cock made down to my belly. The raccoon shook with the beginnings of his climax, holding my head as far down his dick as he could but otherwise stiffening, and then his spicy jizz began pouring into me. He was producing nearly as much as the horse did, and all of it made my craving stronger. I swallowed with the head of his cock in my throat and continued milking it for more until he finally pried me off.

I gasped for fresh air, as fresh as sex and cum filled air could be, and instinctively began searching for more. Oddly, a fur fully clothed came up, and my paws were quick to undo the button on them and I stuck my maw on the big sheath he had. I froze. I could feel his breath tickling my ears as he said something to me, but I couldn't hear what he said. My eyes clamped shut without warning, my whole being pulsed at his un-heard words, and my own hard prick smacked my face with fresh spooge. My paws moved without thought, even as I came, and wiped the semen off and brought it to my muzzle. I licked each one clean and moved for the other, my face still snuggled against the man's sheath in his dress pants.

"Very good boy," He said, new levels of joy coursing through my body. "Now we need to train you to be just as cum-hungry with your other end."

"Yes, master." I said, recognizing the warm voice.