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You're looking at another hard day of work at the shelter you're volunteering at. It doesn't take long after you're led to the courtyard by your leash for the first dog to come sniffing at your cunt, drenched in a special lube that makes you smell like a bitch in heat. Its snout prods between your folds, forcing your legs farthes apart as it tastes your cunt, warm tongue caressing your skin — and you still hate how the sensation isn't quite unpleasant, and how your body yields to a beast like that.
You're drenched in its drool, running down your thighs and slickening up your cunt when it finally pushes that tongue into you; and despite the shame and humiliation, even you have to admit a dog's tongue is much better than a human's. It fucks into you much deeper, much stronger, lapping at your slick as if it was a treat for a trick well-done. Oh, but the way it prepares your cunt for its cock is a trick that deserves some praise, and it falls from your lips in the form of a moan.
There's something churning your insides at the way you enjoy each stroke of its tongue — and you're not quite sure it's disgust you feel. You no longer resist when a dog approaches you, and at first you thought it was just a weird defense, hoping it would be over quicker. But now? Now you're spreading your legs like you were a bitch in heat, like you needed a fat knot or two in your holes, to be filled with their cum to the point your stomach bulged with the amount. You are the nasty whore the men running the shelter call you as — but as long you get mind-blowing, thigh-shaking orgasms out of it, maybe you don't care where that cock making you moan and see stars comes from.
The tongue can't be replaced by a cock soon enough. It seems to pick up on your eagerness, and mounts you after a long, drawn out lick down the length of your slit that makes you shudder. Its front paws rest on your shoulders as his thick cock rubs at your folds. A few tries are needed before the tip pushes into your cunt — quite massive, stretching you wide open as it slowly sinks into you. Looking between your legs, you can already see a vague silhouette when he's bottomed out; and you've not even taken its knot to make you bulge with a fullness you'd thought impossible only just a few weeks ago.
It doesn't move until you grind down on its cock, rubbing your cunt over it in silent begging that you need it to fuck you. It moves slow, as if your cunt was too tight, leaving an emptiness as it pulls out almost completely. You know it's temporary, that the huge cock is about to fill you up again, but a whimper still falls from your lips. Your sounds turn to swears as it bottoms out again, and there's not a fraction of an inch of your cunt that doesn't dutifully hug the cock around. It's thick to the point where it would leave you visibly gaping even now, gasping for something to fill it again much like you gasp for air — but you know that's a thorough fucking away that you'll be left with a leaking cunt.
The dog nuzzles against the side of your neck as it picks up the pace, rutting into you with an intensity that makes your whole body sway in time with its thrusts. It nibbles your neck, your ear, your shoulder, it licks at your cheeks — it marks you as his inside and out. It doesn't seem to bother the beagle that saunters over to where you're leashed to a post. It's cock is right in your view, and though seems much smaller than the one ruining your cunt one stroke at a time, there's drool gathering on the tip of your tongue as you fantasise wrapping your lips around the shaft, wondering just how deep you could take it — if it could make you choke on his knot.
You don't need to wonder much longer. The beagle muscles its way to your face, pressing its warm, hard cock against your lips. You can already taste the saltiness of its cum and you slurp it up eagerly like the well-trained bitch you are before welcoming the length into your mouth. You don't take much at first, just enough that you can feel its weight rest on your tongue, massaging and gently sucking on the tip. You moan around it as the dog fucking into your cunt hits a particularly sensitive spot and you can feel the beagle tremble at the feeling of your muffled voice caressing its cock.
It pushes the tip deeper into your mouth, as if it doesn't want to be one-upped what you think is a mastiff in your cunt. The full length, without its half-formed knot, isn't much more than the bigger human cocks that cummed down your throat, and you don't gag as much you've expected. You relax around the cock that, even with a smaller size, no doubt makes your throat bulge just like the mastiff's cock makes your stomach take to its outline.
You've been fucked like this before, though only by humans, and that past experience feels far inferior to the way the dogs pound into you, rocking your body back and forth that you're never without a cock in you. You're nothing but a ragdoll as they take turns bottoming out in you with balls slapping against your cunt or throat, and all you can do is gurgle and moan as they strip away the last of your resistance and dignity. All you are is a bitch to take a fat knot or a few, and all you can think about is that sweet, sweet release — yours that will leave you a shaking, drooling mess, and theirs that will fill you with warm, sticky cum to the brim.
The mastiff's knot swells against your folds, and you feel control over your own body slip away as it starts to work it into your already stuffed cunt. There's wetness on your thighs and pooling on the ground as the knot gets stuck halfway in your cunt and you can't take more of the pressure. The sound you make is somewhere between a moan and a wail, and your eyes water when the knot fully slips into your cunt — you. are. full. It's almost too much to handle so much cock in you, you've only ever taken smaller ones before today, and now you're impaled on probably the biggest you can fully fit. For a long moment, all you can do is grind down on the knot stretching you wide. Soooooooo gooooooood, is the only thought you can muster, something that's far from adequately describing the pleasure, the intensity, the fullness you experience — and you know no words will ever make justice to this complete feeling of bliss and whorishness.
That long moment of frantic grinding comes to a sudden halt when the mastiff starts moving again, working his knot in and out of your cunt with each thrust that rocks your body against the beagle — and you gag on the cock settled against the back of your throat. Each time the mastiff bottoms out, it feels like the head of its cock rubs all your sensitive spots raw, chasing that pleasure you both seek — but you're the one cumming around its cock first.
It's like electricity courses through your veins as your vision blurs. Your limbs grow numb from the writhing, and it's only the cocks holding your body up at this point. The only thought in your mind is cock, cock, cock, and you don't even care if it belongs to a dirty beast. Your cunt clenches down hard, and you're acutely aware of each millimetre of movement against your sensitive, cum-covered walls. It's growing erratic, quick to the point it's not much than almost static rutting until it bottoms out with your tightness squeezing out the first drops of its cum. It shoots its load deep into you, deeper than even your cunt and you can feel your stomach bulge and swell further than just that huge cock made you — and if it weren't for that fat knot keeping your cunt stuffed, you'd be leaking all over your thighs and the ground, wasting all that precious cum.
By the time the mastiff turns around, hunkering down to wait for its knot to loosen from your cunt, and your thoughts clear beyond craving the bliss of orgasm, there's another dog sniffing at your ass, and the beagle is starting to lose rhythm to its thrusts. Your voice is going to be hoarse by the time you can speak again. The only sounds you make are moans and the squelching of your holes — you're nothing more than a squeaky toy that can be fucked. Needs to be fucked.
You practically forgot about the tail-plug you've been dolled up with, so so small compared to all the cocks fucking into you, and you're almost surprised when the new dog tears it out of your ass in a single tug. This dog is something big, a dalmatian or a great dane probably, as it easily stands above you, licking at your hole now that it has free access to you. It's not as slobbering as the mastiff but it still covers you with more than enough drool that, if your cunt wouldn't already snugly filled, you'd be able to take its cock with ease. Still, it takes its time, licking into your ass deep — and you shudder as it builds on the aftershocks of your orgasm.
The beagle doesn't seem to appreciate the competition, and while the tongue and jowls are an almost sweet caress on your ass, it's thrusting into your mouth almost furiously. You gag on it again as it tries to force its knot past your lips, and it feels like your jaws are about to unhinge as it comes to briefly rest on your tongue — but it can't keep up a consistent in and out like the mastiff earlier with your loose cunt, and it settles for bottoming as deep down your throat as it can. Your tongue massages the underside, coaxing each spurt of cum along the length until it spills down your throat — and you're left with no choice but swallow. It feels like the beagle cums near as much as the previous dog despite its smaller size and smaller balls, but you're a good girl and you do your best not to waste even a drop.
It doesn't help that the great dane has moved on from eating your ass out to rubbing its cock between your cheeks — its length and girth somewhere between the cocks you've been made intimately familiar with. It's going to tear you apart, if you can even fit it with a huge cock already bulging in your cunt, but the dog is nothing if not determined as it presses the tip against your drool-slickened hole. It takes three tries before the head pushes into you, slowly even if you can feel the throbbing of excitement reverberating off your walls. For a long, almost everlasting moment, all three cocks are bottomed out — and you feel fulfilled in your role of bitch in heat, because damn if being fucked by nasty dogs in all your holes isn't a mind-blowing feeling that nothing ever will come close to surpassing.
It's almost too much to take, the way the cock in your ass seemingly rubs against the one in your cunt, and you're about to choke again if it wasn't for the beagle's cock (still hard!) slipping from your mouth offering you a much needed breath of air. There's drool and cum connecting its tip to your tongue, lolling out of your mouth much like dogs' as they pant after hard work or in the summer heat. You kiss at it, suck the head back into your mouth, lick along its length and massage the knot as you clean up the mess after yourself. There's a few more drops you coax into rolling onto your tongue, and you're surprised to like the taste even if it's a salty bitter — or maybe your mind is too cock-dumb to care.
You're left to making sounds again as its cock softens and as the dane picks up the pace, having worked your ass open enough that it can fuck into you smoothly — as smoothly bumping the mastiff's knot on each in and out can be. Though you can't complain. You can feel each thrust of the dane by proxy even in your cunt as well, and you're more howling than moaning as your pleasure mounts with the same ease dogs mount your whore body. It almost feels like this dog's been watching you get fucked, waiting to have his share of your holes — or you've just lost track of time and it has been stretching your ass wide open for a long while that you can feel its knot swell already.
Despite your fullness, you take it oh so easily when it pushes deeper into you. Like your body was made to be knotted, made to swell with impossible amounts of cum — made to be a bitch. It's a meaner dog and it doesn't offer you his knot again and again with its every thrust — and you're about to cry when it bottoms out in you completely again. Fuck, it's what heaven must feel like. It fits you perfectly, full, deep, huge, and it keeps grinding against your ass as you fall down to your elbows. More, you need more of that cock, of that knot, moving in and out of your ass — finishing your utter ruin the other dogs started.
It seems the new angle you provide is enough to make the dane move again, and you're left breathless as it ruts into you. Your new position is also enough to make its cock press up against the mastiff's cock in a way to nudge its tip against your sensitive spot in your cunt over and over again — and you're losing yourself in what feels like a once in a lifetime pleasure. Your head rests on your forearms as you pant, moan and scream in joy, and your holes sing with a wet, squelching melody like a choir of angels heralding the messiah — and your orgams, undoing all your bundled tension feels like salvation. You're squirting again, onto your legs, the floor, the mastiff's, and even your own swollen, stomach, and the world shakes — though maybe it's just you writhing in pleasure beyond your comprehension. Your ass tightens around the dane's cock, and it needs to wrestle its knot into your ass like you were a virgin on their wedding night.
It's cum hits your walls like a jetstream when it bottoms out — and the tip feels like it's almost deep enough that it cums straight into your insides. It feels like its balls never stop draining into you and your stomach swells to the point you look pregnant. You know that you should feel sick at that thought, if not at the whole situation — but all you feel as your exhaustion and the bliss of sleep claims you, is pride at what a good bitch you are.