A Day In The Life Of A Rental Bitch
Story by rand0m on SoFurry
Imported from SF2 with no description provided.
A lot of great stuff has been written on the theme of fursecution, and even I have dipped my toe into those waters, but it's been fun writing a story where man-made anthros are on top of the heap. All hail the glorious furry/scalie master race! :P
Disclaimer: All characters engaged in sexual acts are 18 years or older.
Stepping out of the cab, I found myself in front of a familiar, and rather specialized hotel in a very nice part of town. My heels clicked as I walked in, looking a bit strange dressed in a long overcoat on a summer night so warm that most people were trying to wear as little as possible. Well, it's not like I'm overdressed under the coat, anyway. I never wear much for work as a general rule.
The guy working at reception is new, but I soon confirm that the people I'm here to meet have already checked in and that I'm on the guest list. He hands me a key-card and I'm headed for the elevator, no questions asked. This establishment does quite well by being accommodating to people in my line of work.
I give myself a quick once-over in the elevator mirror. My hair's fine, but it would have been hard to mess it up, the thick auburn mane gathered into two short, bushy tails hanging down from either side of my head. My make-up was still impeccable – a bit heavier than I needed it to be, but experience told me what the guys upstairs would want – nice photogenic lipstick marks on their cocks, and mascara running down my eyes once the fun got under way.
In case you haven't figured it out by now, I'm… well, let's say sex worker, since I'm really not just a hooker hanging around street corners waiting for a car to slow down. Honest. I'm specialized in that I have a somewhat elite clientele, one that not every girl is willing, or able, to accommodate. Well, I'm stretching the word 'girl' here, but working this job has made me pretty good at stretching. Let me give you a bit of my backstory since the elevators in this place are kinda slow.
I was born a boy and grew up practically being raised by my sister who's seven years older than me. Mom left when I was about two, so I don't really remember her. Apparently she found another man and wanted to start a family with him, from scratch, so sis and I stayed with my dad. Seems like a dick move on her part, but I suppose I could understand. Dad was a construction worker and a nice enough guy, but he was never really around, always away on some site or other. I guess mom wanted someone who'd come home every workday, preferably in a nice car and a nicer suit.
So as far back as I could remember, it was Jenny raising me. We lived in a small house my dad had built himself in a suburb that had been expected to be a real boomer, but never really got off the ground. We lived all right on the money my dad made, but Jenny's income provided a few extra comforts. She'd developed early and found out she could make a few extra bucks stroking the boys off in the school bathroom. A teacher had caught her once, and while the guy she was jacking managed to get away she was caught red, well not red but definitely wet handed.
But smart girl that my sis was, she just got down on her knees and fished the teacher's cock out. While the guy was too stunned to speak she had her lips wrapped around his stiffening rod and had snapped a few pics. Not for blackmail, since she really is a nice person, but she's clever too and knew she'd need some insurance. She'd never stopped sucking, and once the guy was done she got a twenty dollar bill and a new clientele.
Doing the faculty as well as the boys got her enough money to buy a used moped, and that gave her range. She started hanging out at this little road-side bar'n'grill, where there were people passing though and willing to spend some real money for some real fun, so Jenny expanded her menu, so to speak. She'd always talk to me about 'her day', since she really didn't see anything wrong with what she was doing. She liked sex, she loved the money she was making, and was smart enough to stay safe, in more ways than one.
So, that's how I learned about the birds and the bees – listening to my sister's work-time exploits, starting at about eleven years old. She was always excited when she'd talk about it and I'd always get kinda excited listening to her. One time when I was listening to her, I'd popped my first little stiffy, and from then on I saw my sister and her antics in a different, and very appealing light.
It wasn't long after that that my sister came home one evening, grinning ear to ear despite being covered in scratches and what would turn out to be bite marks. She was confused by the look of fear and concern on my face, and I realized then that she didn't even notice the little red lines crisscrossing her young body. I was worried that maybe someone had slipped her something and roughed her up, since I knew my sister was clean and sober, a bit surprising considering her chosen profession.
Realizing what she looked like she quickly assuaged my fears telling me that the marks were so painless she hadn't even realized she was covered in them (she'd changed her mind on the painless part a little later, when she got in the shower and soap got into the scratches). She'd explained she'd actually met a few of the Mods at Roadworks (the place she operated out of) –a pair of jaguars and a panthress – and that they'd all taken her together out in the bushes behind the joint.
I was hooked since the only time anyone from around here had seen the Mods (short for modified humans) was on TV, since we weren't exactly their kind of crowd. Jenny figured these three were slumming it, looking like very well-dressed bikers and hanging out at a place that was a roadside dive, but had a fairly tame reputation.
Now, in case you somehow don't know, the modified humans showed up a little more than sixty years ago, following some serious genetic breakthroughs. The term was misleading, since they weren't strictly modified. If you could afford the then astronomical (and now merely prohibitively expensive) cost, you could have a body grown from your DNA, altered in a variety of ways, and transfer your consciousness into it permanently. It was a mass craze among the rich at the time, and soon mansions were filled with various animal-human hybrids, demons, angels, dragons and all sorts of weird but without fail stunning creatures (well, they were paying top dollar, after all).
That was Gen-0 but it turned out that Mods that were compatible enough could reproduce, so there were more and more of them around and being one didn't mean you paid a fortune, but it will be a long time before you see one of them bussing tables.
As thrilled as sis had been to actually meet some of them, it seemed she enjoyed getting fucked a lot more. She was quite graphic, barely pausing for breath as she talked about the feeling of hard, sculpted bodies under unbelievably soft fur, the smell of those fluffy coats, the sensation of a huge feline purring as it pressed its body against you and then into you.
I just sat on the couch, wide-eyed and drinking in every word, my little cock already painfully stiff. She told me of how she'd ridden one of the jaguars while his brother stuck his cock up her ass, two barbed shafts filling her as the panthress stood over her, purring away as she pressed her slit against Jenny's mouth. I winced a bit at her mention of barbs, but figured it must have felt good, since color was rising to her cheeks as she remembered it. Still, I couldn't help but notice she wasn't sitting down.
Her story had gotten me just as worked-up as she was, and a little curious about one particular detail. To my knowledge, this was the first time my sis had tried anal, or at least the first time she'd told me about it. I knew that having your pussy stuffed with a big, throbbing cock would be something I'd only experience from listening to her tell me about her escapades, but the idea of having such a thing in one's butt became suddenly fascinating, probably because it was an option that was open to me. I'd learned how to pleasure myself by then, like any boy my age did, and after that night I noticed my sister wasn't complaining when some of her smaller toys went missing.
A couple of years later, my sister had gotten an almost exclusively Mod clientele, and I had begun to express even more interest in what she was doing. I told her I wanted to start making some money of my own, although she always shared everything she made with me, so we both knew there was more to it than that. Now I should probably stop myself here, since if I went into more detail could get me into hot water. Besides, what do you think you have an imagination for?
Once I'd told her I wanted to work with her someday, my sis got some money together and managed to get me on hormones. With my slight build, not to mention less than masculine disposition, it was obvious I was never going to get into dad's line of work, but I could do well in Jenny's. The pills and shots didn't do anything drastic – they kept my voice from breaking, left me with little to no body hair and a cute face that was androgynous leaning on feminine. My tits only reached an A-cup and seemed determine to stay there, but I didn't mind since they were pretty and very sensitive.
Jenny had forced me to wait until I was eighteen (ages!) until she let me do anything fun. The first time I took an actual cock was with a fox, and it was everything I dreamt it would be, and more. Namely, the part at the base. From that moment on I was hooked on (or maybe tied to?) knots, and while I had taken all sorts of shafts in the meantime, I'd always have a soft (but tight!) spot for canines and vulpines. Not sure if it's the sensation of that bulb growing inside my ass that does it for me, or the fact that I'm always guaranteed a cuddle while the male knotted to me finishes filling me up.
I'm twenty now and had been working solo for the past year or so. Jenny dropped out of the game a little while back and got married (to a human, of all things!) and is now a loving wife and mother (one boy and another on the way). They're living in a nice big house far enough so that nobody over there knows about her 'background' except her hubby, who apparently doesn't mind having a wife on the streets, and a whore in the sheets. If I told you where she lived and you'd been around there, you'd probably guess who she is – she's the hottest yoga-mom in a 50 mile radius, and has some serious competition.
Well, that was one long-ass elevator ride, but here we are – 5th floor: kitchenware, appliances, and four horny Dobermans just waiting for their little bitch to arrive. That would be me, as I'm sure you've guessed by now. I'm not always a bitch though – sometimes I'm a filly, or a little lamb… and juvenile as it sounds, lupines go nuts for Little Red Riding-hood.
I find the room and swipe my keycard. The hall is dead-silent, but the moment the door opens I hear loud music coming from inside, a nice beat for the kind of 'dancing' I expect to do. Rooms here are quite heavily soundproofed, not that I think I'll need it tonight. With four eager dobbies to serve, I doubt my mouth will remain empty long enough for me to make much noise.
I close the door behind me, hearing it lock automatically. This place doesn't have 'do not disturb' signs. The guests never stay checked in for very long, and only once they're gone do the clean-up crews arrive, in force. I take off my coat and hang it in the little entry-way, revealing why I wasn't hot underneath the long garment.
All I'm wearing are stockings held up with black garters, with identical silky sleeves running more than half way up my arms. They'll be clawed to shreds by morning, but that's the point. The highlight of the dobbies' evening will be seeing me with the flimsy material torn up, my make-up a mess on my flushed face and warm canine cum dripping out of my well-bred rear. I have a good rep so I get paid in advance, but giving them a photo-op like that always lands me a big tip.
See how I tastefully avoided making a pun about big tips? That's how classy I am…
Although that wasn't all that I was wearing, but the rest of my costume couldn't really be called clothing. There was my collar – a wide strip of black leather with little paw-print studs along its length and a ring to which my leash was clipped (the end of which was dangling invitingly from my right hand). My other accessory was the bushy tail hanging from my… well – tail-hole. It matched my hair almost perfectly, and despite the fact that it wouldn't stay in for long, it made a great first impression.
Which is what I proceeded to do. A few sauntering steps took me into the sight of the four young Dobermans, their eyes turning and their ears perking up as they ogled me. I gave my hips a little waggle, for two reasons. One – I actually had hips, and pretty damn good ones considering I was more-or less a boy. Two, the tail I mentioned earlier was rigged up with weights and springs of some sort, enough that a waggle of those hips sent it swaying.
The four had been watching the massive TV I knew was in front of the rectangular seating area (genuine leather which I knew from experience was wonderfully comfy and amazingly stain-proofed). Judging by the tents they were sporting in their shorts, they'd been watching porn to get warmed up, but I wasn't surprised to see one of the brothers switch it off without taking his eyes off me.
Oh, did I forgot to mention? Yes, they're all brothers. Quadruplets, which wasn't uncommon for canines who tended to have small litters a lot more often than a single pup. They were turning twenty-two today, and after last-year's bash decided on a more intimate party – gang-breeding a bitch. Which is where I come in.
Well, actual breeding would have been out of the question even if I was a bona-fide female, since humans and Mods aren't nearly compatible enough. So incompatible, in fact, that we couldn't catch anything from each other, which is why there wasn't a single condom in my little purse, and another reason why I loved taking it from non-humans – consequence-free bare backing! Well, almost consequence free – I knew from experience that I'd need to stick a tampon back there to stop me from messing up the taxi on my ride home. Thank you sis, you've taught me well! And with all eyes now on me, it was time to announce myself…
“Woof!" I went, knowing how cute and pouty my mouth would look when I said it. I also gave my fake tail another swish. The real ones in the room were at full wag.
I'll spare you the rest of the introductions. Brief as they were, I doubt that's the part of my night you're very interested in. And to be honest, I only managed to remember the name of one of them – Kurt – and only because he was the only one who hadn't had his ears cropped. I know a lot of canines, and dobbies in particular, prefer them that way because it gives them a fierce look (and it was certainly sending a little shudder down my spine), but floppy ones are just plain cute, so I'm undecided.
It was one of the crop-eared ones who took the initiative, sauntering over to me with his entire cock already out and bobbing with each step. Kind of a disappointment since I loved coaxing the rosy shafts out, feeling a sheath plump up under my touch, the tip slowly poking out, just begging to be kissed. Still, these boys were too riled up for that, but I knew I'd get my chance later. They'd paid for the whole night after all, and didn't look like the kind that like to spoon-up and cuddle.
A strong hand landed on my head, petting me a little before pushing me down gently. I didn't need more urging than that, gliding down to my knees and coming face-to-shaft with the dobie's throbbing bone. I wanted nothing more than to just open wide and let that hot steely length slide along my tongue and down my throat, but I'm a professional so I took it slow. I gently ran my soft hand up along the smooth shaft, watching the canine's whole lower body tense from the gentle caress, the tip eagerly spurting a bit of pre into the air.
As I brought my lips and began to kiss wantonly along the length (leaving clear pink lipstick marks along the red shaft) I found myself surrounded, the four canines forming a semi-circle in front of me and presenting me with their raging hard-ons. Not really fair, making me chose, since I was bound to be left with three pairs of puppy-dog eyes looking down at me. Well, two really, since I'm sure one of them would start sniffing under my tail, so to speak.
I started stroking, licking and kissing the canine cocks at random, moaning from the sheer agony of choice. The phones came out, I'm not sure from where, and soon I heard the sounds of photos being taken and video being recorded. I certainly didn't mind, feeling touched that the boys would want a memento of their night with me. And I always made it a point to ask my client or clients to send me what they considered to be the choicest shots. I do have a sort of portfolio that I like to build…
Once all of them are sporting pink kisses along their steely cocks, I eventually settle for one and give the tip a nice loving kiss before sliding it past my lips. I look up, as I always do at this stage, knowing the effect my big green eyes have, peeping from between long lashes as I slide my mouth along the hot length leaking onto my tongue. Turns out I'd picked Kurt, and it was probably for the best. With those cute ears, seeing him give me the sad puppy look would have broken my heart.
One of them managed to tear his eyes off the sight of me slowly but smoothly swallowing their brother's shaft (about eight or nine inches, adding another two-or three for the knot) and was shuffling around behind me. Soon enough I felt hands land on my hips, slowly pulling my rear up until I was standing, legs spread and bent over, never pausing in worshiping the sturdy length of dog meat sliding down my throat. The dobie behind me was now spreading my cheeks and examining my tail.
The thing was obviously a plug, and a noticeably big one as the curious cane gave a little tug, making my tight little pucker dimple out, hinting at what was lodged inside me. The dog was determined, but thankfully gentle (I had one client who'd assumed it was like pulling off a band-aid) and I was soon moaning around the red shaft spurting down my throat as I felt my little rosebud slowly stretch, imagining the dog doggy's expression as the plug was revealed.
I always went to work, so to speak, with some sort of toy back there – sometimes it's a tail, sometimes just a nice and classy gem-bottomed plug, anal beads etc. I do it both because it keeps me lose (and I need it since I was yet to meet a Mod who wasn't way above average down there) and because it makes sure that by the time I get there I'm good and horny. I never fake it with a client, and that's why I get paid the big bucks (sometimes by big bucks).
But I have a special one for canines, and the dobie behind me was no doubt getting the idea by now, as I felt my pucker stretch teasingly around the widest part of the toy – a nice red knot! A tantalizing little preview, although the real thing is always much more impressive, followed as it is by a torrent of doggie spunk. I give out a cute but understandably muffled moan as the red bulb pops out, arching my back and thrusting my tush out as if it was desperate to have the knot (or any other one, for that matter) back inside it. Which wasn't far from the truth, as evidenced by the delicate but achingly hard cock dangling between my legs.
I twirl my tongue around the doggy-dick in my mouth as the fake one is slowly pulled out of my ass, the eyes of the canine crouching behind me no doubt as wide as my little pink pucker as it clings to the slick toy. Eventually it pops out and I'm left with my rosebud winking forlornly, begging for a replacement.
I don't have to wait long, a pair of strong paws on my bouncy cheeks telling me I what was coming before I felt a tapered tip squirting against my backdoor. I moan into the shaft that's tickling the back of my throat as my ass greedily swallows up the tip of its twin, my pucker clenching happily around the real thing.
And believe me, there's no mistaking the two! Or if you won't believe me, try and see for yourself. I love my toys, especially my little tail, but there is nothing like a hard, hot shaft being slowly but surely pushed up inside you, the happy little squirts lubing you up and making the delicious penetration all the easier. I clench my pucker every now and again, just quick little squeezes, not enough to slow the dobie down, but enough to make him growl lustily as my ass pretends to put up a fight.
As the canine cock sinks deeper and deeper into my pliant rear I am well and truly spit-roasted, and loving every second of it! The canine stud behind me grinds his knot against my pucker gently, either giving me time to adjust (which I don't need) to his impressive cock (which it is!), or more likely trying to stop himself from just slipping the knot in and cumming then and there.
My hands are gently but firmly pulled away from their resting place on the sculpted abs of the Doberman feeding me his cock, one to each side until I feel my palms brush against the unmistakable texture of a canine shaft. I wrap my slender fingers around them on instinct, stroking off the two brothers who don't seem to be content to merely watch, worrying a little about my balance when the canine behind me decides it's time to start breeding. Fortunately the dobie who's cock I'm even now moaning into reached down and placed his strong paws on my chest, helping support my weight. Such a gentleman!
Aaah! Or maybe not, considering the amorous little grope he gave my budding breasts. I moan even louder as I slide my lips down whorishly, taking the canine member into my throat as the big dog begins to play with my tiny boobies. I didn't lie about my mosquito-bites being sensitive, but there's a little more to it than that, and that is – being groped by a paw is way better than being groped by a hand!
These doggies, along with many other Mods, have one big pad in the center of their palm, with little ones on the underside of each knuckle and fingertip. Between those are lines of short, incredibly soft fur, so as the powerful canine deftly man-handled (dog-handled?) my little breasts I felt both the sensation of his soft, warm pads and the silkiness of his fur brushing over my skin, not to mention my nipples. The little nubs were stiffening as if the canine had flipped a switch, which only made them more sensitive to his touch.
I could have spent ages blissfully sucking, stroking and clenching around the four doggy-dicks at my disposal, but the sensation of the one in my ass sliding slowly out told me I was about to get to work. I heard a lusty little growl from behind me and knew what the big canine was seeing (I'd watched it on video before, remember?). I could imagine his delight at seeing my pink pucker clinging to every rosy inch of his shaft as the mammoth rod slowly slid out. I knew just how great it felt since I always made sure to clench up a little when they pulled out, and relax when they pushed in. It's subtle but it's appreciated – eager to take it, sad to let it go.
Speaking of which, there was only the tip still inside, so knowing what was coming I arched my back and loosened up as best as I could, my rear thrust out as much as it could be and ideally presented to the eager canine. Even though I knew what was coming, the sudden shove still knocked me forward, booping my nose against the swollen knot of the canine in front of me.
Well, on a canine this large, grinding against my nose was as far as that thing would go. I could let a fox tie my mouth, provided I got the red bulge past my lips soon enough, but even then I only did it for a client who doesn't mind staying stock still for about 15 minutes until the thing goes down. My butt can take the big dogs, and they can hump and grind away while were stuck, but my ass doesn't have teeth getting in the way…
Besides, it's not like I need a knot in my mouth – I'm skilled enough to make sure every hot gooey drop ends up going down my throat, unless the client wants it to be otherwise. I guess some of them feel more virile if their load is 'too much for me to handle' and it ends up dripping from my chin and trickling down my throat and all over my chest. Messy, but I've seen the pics and have to agree it looks pretty hot.
These doggies didn't request that, however, so I have every intention of being a good little bitch and not waste a drop of the tasty treats they feed me. After all, it's also impressive when a male with two tennis-ball sized testicles empties both of them down your throat, and after he pulls out you open wide to show a cute, clean mouth, ready for more.
Ooof! The dobie behind me is really getting into it, dull claws digging into the soft flesh of my cheeks as he starts to really pound me. I feel the already fat knot battering away at my behind, but I make sure to keep it out for a little while longer, because the moment it ties with me, the fuse is lit, so to speak.
The thing is that with most canines, the most sensitive part of the cock is the knot, or more precisely the back of the knot. That's because if that spot gets a lot of friction, it means the stud is tied to his bitch and his little swimmers have a clear shot at her egg. Not that there'll be anything of that sort tonight, but it will still be a lot better for both of us if I can drag it out as long as possible.
Dogs can however get quite stimulated even if that special spot isn't touched, as evidenced by the cock spurting pre down my throat and the two shafts doing the same all over my back. They'll all need their rosy bulges played with to actually cum, and the ones in my hands will be easy-peasy-knot-squeezy. The one in front of me might think he's safe, but I have a surprise in store for him as well.
And he does seem to be getting a little impatient, getting a little rougher with my tits (but still not rough enough to stop my toes from curling) and actually fucking my pliant throat. Fortunately I've gotten rid of my gag reflex long ago although my eyes were still tearing up and making my mascara run, just as planned.
I can hear him grunting and can see rock-hard abs in front of me twitching clearly in spite of the fur covering them. All Mods have physiques that would put Hercules to shame, although those who were naturally born are supposedly not quite remarkable as Gen-0 specimens, whose bodies were essentially sculpted to be surreally beautiful.
I can confirm this since I'd been with a Gen-0 ram several times (remember when I told you I played a little lamb?) and even though I knew that his body was old enough to be my grandfather (never mind how many years he had before changing) I wouldn't give him a day past thirty. I wonder just how long he'll still be around, considering the whispers that the Mods have been improved more than people suspect.
And I for one welcome out new furry overlords, and long may they rut… I mean reign. Preferably both. The one in front of me was almost panting, needing just a little extra to push him over and feed his eager bitch. Pressing my face against his now massive knot, I begin to swallow, knowing that this will make my throat squeeze around him, and also thrust my tongue out until I can just tickle the underside of that massive bulb with the tip.
My secret weapon did the trick again, and I shudder when the dobie counter-attacks by tweaking my nipples just as a torrent of canine spunk starts gushing down my throat. By the way, I wasn't kidding when I mentioned him feeding me – I actually have to fast when I know I'll be servicing several Mod males (or when it's just one equine) in order to swallow and keep down all the spunk they pump down my gullet a useful tip to remember if you're considering following in my footsteps. And yes, you heard right, I do occasionally service women. Wondering what kind of woman would pay good money for a guy/gal like me? One word – kinky!
I can feel the cocks in my now slippery hands twitching eagerly, wishing they were buried down my slutty throat or pistoning in and out of my pliant ass. Well, good things come to those who wait, in more ways than one, although I don't think these two will last long enough. That's okay though, since I know the kind of stamina Mods have – they'll keep rutting me all night and can afford to 'waste' a load or two.
I feel the knot banging into my pucker getting a little more insistent, and guess that my perky little butt must be too much for the stud rutting it, since I know the behavior of a doggy who's about to bury his bone. Seems a little early, but I ready myself to have that delicious red bulge shoved up my eager rear. I had guessed correctly and the dobie's next thrust knots me with a wet little 'plop', a bitch in heat properly tied.
What happens next catches me by surprise, to the point that I almost lose my concentration and fail to keep up with the torrent of doggy spunk being pumped down my throat! I squeal around the red cock as that same knot is suddenly yanked out almost but not quite all the way out before being pushed back into me. Aaaah, there it goes again! B-bad dog! This isn't my first time getting knot-fucked, and while it's not strictly a no-go for me, taking it from such a large canine after it's had a while to swell up is something I prefer to avoid.
Not that it feels bad. Sure, it hurts even with my level of expertise, but it's a delicious little cocktail of pleasure and pain, and the first few times it happened I just let it happen and went with the flow. But the pleasure fades while the pain lingers, and it's a literal pain in the ass. You try going two to three days saying 'No thanks, I prefer to stand'.
I have two ways of dealing with this sort of situation (well three, if you count getting carried away and just letting it happen). What I usually do is let out these cute/pained little moans and beg for the big doggy or wolfy behind me to knot me, to tie his slutty little bitch and make her take every drop of his cum etc. That usually really gets then going, and one hard thrust later they're in me without any intention of leaving.
With my mouth very much full (and there's no way I'm spitting this gorgeous thing out!) that's not an option, so I go with Plan B. I time his thrusts carefully, letting him think I'm nice and relaxed, willing to let him wreck my ass all night, and then when I feel him slip in a little deeper, I spring my trap! When you're in my line of work, every day is Kegel day, and that's what the dobie is feeling now – my ass clenched up on the slim base of hic cock like it's trying to break it off, his knot stuck in me without any hope of getting out before it's job is done.
Now I'm not sure if that's what the doggy wants, but I know it's what his throbbing little bone wants – to be completely lodged in a hot, warm place, a guarantee that the juices it's about to start pumping don't leak out until the bitch is knocked up. I hear the canine behind me groan as he trieds to tug out, and I feel that already big knot inflate with every beat of his heart.
He knows he's stuck but he doesn't seem to mind at this point, strong fingers gripping my rear firmly as he bucks and grinds against my ass, the ever-growing knot shifting around inside me and rubbing all the right places. My little cocklet is hard and slapping against my tummy with every buck of the canine's hips, but I do my best and try not to cum.
Yeah, you heard right. I always try to keep myself on the edge for as long as possible, since that's where I do my best work, so to speak. Even though I do and will get off by having my ass humped, that's not what I'm here for. And as I'm squirming on the dobie's thick throbbing shaft I feel the first heavy pulse of hot, gooey puppy-batter shoot up my well-knotted ass, filing me up at the other end. The boys are really getting a show now as I moan around the cock in my mouth even as I frantically stroke and caress two girthy red rods while the fourth breeds my little bitch-hole.
The floppy-eared canine pulls out of my mouth until his tip is resting on my tongue, rather than in my throat, and I notice his spurts are slowing down. I note with no small amount of pride that the part of his shaft that left my mouth is spotlessly clean, my lips clinging enough to the rosy length to keep all his doggy-milk in my mouth despite the vigorous fucking he gave it. I begin to suckle his shaft like a hungry calf, trailing my tongue around the squirting tip as I look up at him, knowing my face is flushed and my lidded eyes smoky as hell.
All this time I'm making sure to squeeze my little rosebud around the monster buried inside my ass, trying to time my pulses to the dobie's squirts. Canines have a slightly higher body temperature than humans which is great for me, because it means I can feel every hot, sticky spurt as it shoots deep into my willing body. The wet, warm feeling filling me up really helping me get into character of a bitch in heat, desperate for a litter of puppies.
The doggy in front of me is finally done, slipping his still hard cock out of my mouth and letting the last few dribbles of his cum get smeared over my lips. He might have loved to just stand there and admire his handiwork, but his two siblings who've been on the sidelines are eager for their turn. I let out a sad little mewl as floppy-ears releases my tits, the two thankfully taking the hint and giving my budding chest a bit of attention.
As a thank you, I turn my attention to the pair of twitching canine cocks now in front of me. They won't last long after the petting I've been giving them, so I don't start off slow – I slide my mouth down on one, sucking eagerly while my tongue twists around it like a python in its death-throes. After a few second of that, I do the same thing to the other, switching between the two shafts as the doggy behind me continues to fill my rump.
The two big canines in front of me are almost ready to pop, but I'm careful to time them, having a showy finale in mind, especially since the brother I just finished blowing is now moving around, shooting a little movie with his phone. Well, the camera does love me. It takes a little trying, but I manage to get both leaky tips into my mouth, stroking the shafts furiously as my tongue lashes them. If the two dobies mind having their junk touching, they don't show it, looking cute as they pant above me.
My hands move swiftly down their shafts, wrapping around and behind those swollen knots and squeezing them rhythmically. I timed it perfectly and the two big dogs cum almost simultaneously, twin gushing cocks spewing warm spunk into my eager mouth. I'm doing my best to swallow, but not being able to form a seal with my lips there's already plenty leaking out, pearly white goo dribbling down my chin, tickling a little as it continues to slide along my neck.
I do my best to keep up with the flow, looking down to see those massive sacks twitching with every jet they shoot into my little mouth, the river of spunk I'm drooling now reaching my chest where the two cumming canines immediately begin rubbing it into my tits. I can feel the cock in my rump winding down, the knot deflating slightly as its owner finishes up breeding his little bitch.
The pair in front of me is almost finished as well, since for some reason a canine never cums as hard or as long if he isn't properly tied to something tight and hot. Since I'm a mess already, and since I can see Kurt moving around with that camera, I decide to give the wannabe director his money shot. Pulling the spurting tips from my mouth I keep my lips parted as I stroke the shafts, all the while aiming them at me, eyes closed both for that demure look and more practical reasons as the two big dogs make a creamy mess of my pretty face.
No sooner are they done than I feel clawed thumbs digging into my cheeks and spreading them as wide as they'll go, the doggy behind me obviously eager for a nice view of his knot leaving his bitch. I whimper as I feel the bulb being tugged a little before he starts pulling and do my best to relax and help push the thing out. He might have waited a little longer, but maybe he didn't want to hold up the line. I feel my boy-pussy stretch as the knot begins to spread me open, the dog taking his sweet time breaking the tie, obviously admiring the sight of my well-fucked pucker wrapped around the big red bulge. The bastard almost makes me cum as he wriggles the thing around before I finally feel it pop out.
About eight inches of canine cock soon follow it and I feel a torrent of hot doggy spunk gush out of my gaping love-tunnel before it slows down to a trickle that runs along my smooth little pouch and drips down my still stiff shaft. They help me stand upright and I can feel four sets of eyes drinking in the sight of their little bitch, phones out and flashing as they take a few more mementos. Ever the pro, I give them a few cheeky poses, letting my tongue hang a little past my glazed lips, and standing with my hands under my pert cheeks, pushing them up and accentuating my rosy rump and the stream of doggy spunk running down my legs.
After the photo-op I'm maneuvered towards the couch where I notice one of the dobies (I think it's the one that's just bred my ass) is already lounging. As I'm lead to the side, I already know what's expected – I drape myself so that my front is lying on the soft leather, face buried in the canine crotch in front of me while my ass remains draped over the armrest, perfectly presented to the other three.
While I wait for my second breeding of the night, I nuzzle the sack of the canine stretched out in front of me. His bulging sack is black and covered in the softest, shortest layer of downy fur and I have the time of my life kissing, licking and sucking the heavy orbs, the masculine canine scent driving me wild, as it always does.
I wasn't exaggerating when I said Mods have amazing stamina, and I can already feel clawed fingers lovingly mauling my well-rutted tush, spreading my cheeks to give the dobie a good view of the mess his sibling made. I expect a few pokes and prods, figuring the male behind me would be curious how stretched his brother had gotten me, but I'm pleasantly surprised when I feel a warm, wet tongue glide from my tiny pouch and all the way up my messy butt.
Ooh this guy's either a real gentleman, or a real perv, but I don't care either way. I thrust my ass out as far as I can, moaning into the canine sack in front of my face as I vocalize my approval. If I had an actual tail, it would be wagging like crazy right now. What I thought was a courtesy lick turns into something more as that big doggie tongue begins to slip inside my little cream-pie, the sensation of the broad, silky appendage almost enough to make me cum.
I'm not sure how long he kept it up, but I had to wrap my mouth around the canine cock in front of me to stop myself from putting the room's sound-proofing to the test. When the tongue finally leaves my ass my nostrils are flaring like crazy as I pant around the doggy-dick, my ass winking like I was a mare in heat.
I didn't have to wait long before a hot, hard tip was pressed into the center of my rosebud and a moment later pressed in, the whole mammoth shaft sliding into me like a hot knife through butter. I give an eager little wriggle as I soon feel the knot press against my pucker, the bulb grinding against me for a second before pulling away as the cock was slid out.
The dobie behind me proceeds to set a nice, hard pace, pushing me a little bit into his brother's crotch with every thrust and making my nipples rub deliciously against the soft leather of the couch. As my little button gets a pounding I try to last as long as I can, but I can feel the wave I'd been riding all night begin to break, with me still on it. As I scream into the cock I'm suckling on I feel my whole body shudder, my little girly shaft spurting its modest load as my pucker clenches like crazy with every pulse, making the canine fucking me growl lustily. And every time I clench around the pistoning shaft, it only makes it rub harder against my joy-buzzer, drawing my orgasm out for what seems like an eternity.
I some of the girls and 'girls' I work with are shocked to learn I'm 100% sober. Don't get me wrong, none of them are junkies, but they all have their favorite little disinhibitors and mood-enhancers. I'm shocked that they need something to make sex better! I know for a fact that I'm high as fuck right now, and would remain so, if not more, for the duration of the night. I've tried their little guilty pleasures, but why bother when I know I'm going to be getting licked, fondled, kissed, stroked, groped and more importantly fucked until I can't think (or walk) straight. Drugs aren't for losers, they're for amateurs!
As I come down from my little cock-induced high, the dobie behind me is still pounding steadily away, which is hardly a surprise. They've all gotten their first loads out of the way (and into or on me) and now they'll just keep hammering away all night. Thankfully, my ass got a real stretching from the sibling who broke me in, and despite the gentlemanly tonguing I got it's still a slick, slurping mess back there.
I begin to lose track of time, lost in the sensations of being rutted while I worship the canine cock in front of me, snapping back when I feel the knot slip into me in one smooth stroke, the bulb growing almost instantly as the dobie behind me growls and grunts, grinding his crotch against my rump. I pull off the cock I'm servicing long enough to moan as he begins seeding my sore butt, rubbing my face against the massive red shaft in my hands as yet more flashes go off.
As my rump is pumped I once again slide my mouth down the doggy-dick in front of me, moaning into it as I play with both the knot and that heavy sack. They're a little more patient now that each has gotten off once, knowing that it was going to be a long night. When I feel the cock throb in my mouth I begin massaging the back of the dobie's knot, fondling his balls even as they pull up and begin to twitch. My masterful efforts are rewarded with another flood of tasty canine cream, every drop swallowed down eagerly.
The stud I was sucking off finishes off before the one in my rear and is soon replaced by another reclining canine as I bury my flushed face into his crotch, getting my breath back. And since every breath I take carries the scent of a rutting male I recover remarkably quickly and begin to rub my face against his sheath, feeling it plump up before the tip emerges.
I'd love to give you more details, but it kinda goes hazy from there on. It's just this heady fog filled with grunts, squelches growls and moans. I never really lose consciousness, in fact most of my clients never realize I'm fading in and out, some instinct apparently making me do all the right things and make all the right sounds without bothering to ask my brain.
I come to a little when a knot once again plunges into my ass, the messy squelch telling me I've already taken quite a few. When I get my bearings I realize I'm sitting in one of the canines' laps, leaning back against the male's sculpted chest as he bucks his hips, ready to send another load of puppy-batter shooting into my body.
The others are sitting around, watching the show but I can't help but notice them talking with each other and passing phones around, already sharing their highlights of the evening, and no doubt watching me from angles they couldn't see at the time. The one that's just about to cum in me brings his fingers to my lips and I instinctively part them, not surprised to taste cum on the digits and not caring whose it is as I suck it off. The sensation of a canine cock erupting inside my ass is the last thing I remember before drifting off again.
The next thing I see is the ceiling as I feel myself being bounced around. Looking down I realize that my rear is once again draped conveniently over an arm rest, this time the other way around, a big, eager dobie holding my legs wide as he pumps away between them. I notice the silky material covering them is already riddled with rips and tears big and small, telling me that the little doggy gang-bang has been going on for some time now.
I realize why I came to at this point when I feel my little sack twitch and see my slim cock flex a moment before it shoots my modest load all over my chest, some of it reaching my already cum-covered chin. The sight of their little boy-bitch cumming seems to turn the dogs on, and as I see them taking pictures I make sure to give them a show, squeezing my hot little load into my budding tits and moaning lustily as I grope my self.
The rest of the night is just tasty little bits and pieces, but I come to, as I always do, once I realize everyone's finished cumming. The dobies all looked beat, and the sight of them, coupled with the reek of sex filling the room, tells me my work here is done. And while they are almost passing out from exhaustion, I seem to be floating on air, a strange giddy energy filling me the way it always does when I finish a job.
I go to the bathroom and quickly fix myself up. Several facial wipes get rid of what's left of my makeup as well as the glaze of doggy-spunk covering my face and neck. My hair's a mess, but my coat has a hood big enough to hide it so I don't bother with it. What little clothing I wore was torn up, and there were little red marks on my skin, but all of them shallow enough to fade in time for my next appointment.
My little 'tail' has a bit of weight to it and I don't trust my stretched out pucker to keep a grip, so I coil it up and put it in one of my coat pockets. With that out of the way, I slide a tube up my messy rear, barely feeling the tampon as I push it in, keeping the worst of the mess inside me until I can clean up properly.
I say my goodbyes to those canines still awake as I make my way to the cab in front of the hotel. The driver is thankfully not a chatty one, although I always tell the ones that ask that I'm just finishing my shift at an all-night dog-grooming parlor. Yeah, the hours are a drag, but the pay's good and the work is very fulfilling, if you don't mind going home smelling of wet dog…