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I felt shitty already when I entered the club, and even more so, when the first guy approached me with the legendary words...

"Aren't you..."

Sometimes I played coy. Sometimes I said that they must've mistaken me for someone else. Surely there were a lot of buff lions around in these places, even some who went around wearing black tank tops and sexy pants that showed my killer thighs. Surely it was a look much copied and preferred by those of certain build and certain stature, and certain personality, even, perhaps.

This time I just took a playful sip of my drink, grinned, and patted the boy's shoulder.

"Right talking to ya," I slurred, and let a hint of a purr to go to my voice as I watched the German Shepherd's eyes light up.

"Duuuude, I gotta go and tell my buddy!"

I watched his tight cute butt wander off, tail wagging, and soon to return with a decent-looking Rottweiler in tow. This one was younger, twinkier, and wore rainbow-colored wristbands, and one band around the base of his tail, too. I think he had some UV-luminescent glitter on his head furs, because that guy was certainly shining in the blacklight.

"Dude, my friend tells me - "

I blew him a kiss and offered my paw.

"Heya," I grinned, and winked, and adjusted my thighs, not caring for the twinge of discomfort coming from my knee. "You enjoying your time here?"

"You betcha!" the Rottie grinned, his tail wagging now, too, as they stood there, side by side, gawking, ears flicking in tune to the trance beat of the music.

It was too easy. A couple of drinks, a couple of phone camera photos, complete with goofy-sexy poses, a little bit of flirting, a few buff poses, some outright groping, too, but who would turn me down? Benny Thicker, porn daddy lion, who made twinks weep as he drilled their asses with his well-hung dick, or who could power bottom a stallion and come back for some even creamier seconds on that big horse pole...at your service.

They lived together, I realized, from the numerous photographs on the holographic wall on the apartment, the kind where you could put anything, photos, TV, whatever you liked. They'd made it into a kind of a scrap book, photos of each other, together or not, lots of poses, lots of backgrounds. I wondered if I was gonna end up onto that wall, too, one day, briefly, as I groped on the German Shepherd's ass and shoved my tongue down his muzzle.

Maybe they were boyfriends. Maybe they just liked playing together. I don't know. The Rottweiler was behind me, grinding his dick against my ass and rubbing my sides and whatever he could reach, and I pushed my ass back, gladly, feeling that hot lump digging into my muscled flesh.

I tossed the German Shepherd onto the bed and grabbed his belt.

"Tonight you're gonna be big daddy's bottom boys," I grumbled, mostly to the German Shepherd giggling while I played with his fly, but I made sure that the Rottweiler heard my dirty tone, too.

"Fuck yeah," the German Shepherd grinned, tail wagging, tongue lolling out of his muzzle.

I swallowed his cock, all the way to the knot, and let my throat muscles massage his shaft by making a few quick swallowing motions around his thick flesh. The guy's paws grabbed my head, and I growled, knowing it worked pretty damn well to turn anyone on like mad. I could taste pre by the time my muzzle made a dirty slurping ride up along his pole...and then back down again.

Doggy musk. Nice. Better than the booze at the club. I had to taste the Rottweiler, too. I told him to strip off and get down next to the Shepherd, and pulled down my own pants, too.

I knelt by the bed and took the Rottweiler's cock into my muzzle while the two dogs kissed and groped each other, my own paw playing with the German Shepherd's tight little butt while I covered the Rottweiler's cock with my saliva and really went to town on that piece of meat. Soon he was kinda yipping and grunting into his boyfriend-whatever's muzzle, enjoying the treatment.

"Ohh yeah..."

I swapped back and front a few times. I spat on my fingers and drilled them into their asses, and played with both doggy tailholes while I traded dicks in my muzzle, letting their pre and musk mix on my tongue into something new.

It got me so hot that I stood up and simply jerked myself off until I shot a few splashes of cum over their bodies while the two panting doggies watched at me with admiration filling their eyes, their favorite porn star giving them such an interesting private show.

I bent over both to show off my ass to them and to get out a condom from my pocket. I hissed when the extra durable plastic pulled snuggly on my slick flesh. I growled hotly.

"Rotty, on your back, Sheppy, lie on top of him."

My best porn voice. I wondered if they knew I was kind of a recreating a scene from Daddy Can't Get Enough Vol 17, the one where the hot daddy Benny Thicker double teamed a pair of twinks.

At least the set-up was similar. They were lying belly to belly, cocks mashed between them, tails wagging, flaying, paws gripping each other as they began to make out again.

I found the lube almost without asking, and simply squirted it all over their taints, and played with my thumbs in interesting places before I unceremoniously jammed into the Rottweiler and fucked him hard, my barbed dick really tearing him a new one all the while he yowled and made all sorts of doggie sounds and humped the German Shepherd's belly, their muzzles still pressed together as the three of us writhed together in a messy threeway of bodies.

"Your turn, Sheppy boy," I grunted as I gave his ass a couple of slaps, grabbed his tail, pulled it up to reveal his slutty hole, and stuck myself into the black and brown dog before he could moan a single porny "Oh fuck" as he got all inches of Benny's Thicker into his snug little doggyhole.

He was tight, and I was close from the first fuck, and I blew my load pretty soon, spewing into the condom deep inside that German Shepherd, who probably wouldn't have known what I was doing if it wasn't for the rough pulling on his tail and the couple of slaps I gave to him for good measure.

I pulled out, dragged the slip of condoms from my pocket, and resheathed myself before it was the Rottweiler's turn to get another helping. And again. And again. I was sure going to show them what lions could do when they were feeling horny. They blew their knotty loads at some point between their bodies, but I didn't really care. I was too busy finishing a load inside the German Shepherd's ass. After that I just told them both to adopt the doggy position and did them side by side while they moaned and traded cussed expletives about not being able to take big daddy's big dick.

I spanked them both for that.

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The sex hangover was even worse than the one from the booze, when I finally came around in the couch of my own apartment, my knee sore, my balls sore, my sheath sore, my eyes unable to take the morning sunlight, and my mind full of the knowledge that there was not going to be work for me today. I had all day for myself...

...and I was done.

I curled up and slept until three pm, one paw holding my phone in case that it would ring.

You might guess that it didn't.

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