Despite having such a bad day up to now, Paul was having the time of his life. Covered in sweat and dog cum, nursing on the tip of a massive cock and still exhausted from the most wild sex of his life, he couldn't remember anything that happened before he found his newly transformed buddy. Hans kept grinding against the human's hips, working his tailhole around his master's cock while his muscular body shifted and twisted with each little motion of Paul's lips and tongue. Impossible amounts of pre surged into Paul's mouth, thick and warm and delicious, but suddenly the canine stopped teasing and started to thrust.
Paul tried to hold the dog back but there would be no denying nearly seven feet of sheer muscle and he was already struggling to keep up with all the pre dribbling out of his mouth and gushing down his throat; even if he could he was at a disadvantage from his position. Slowly, the sleek-furred doberman stooped over, forcing more and more of that huge cock into his master's tight and warm mouth; each thrust making a messy splash of pre and saliva. He pushed and struggled, not to escape but just to find a safer position but the lower the canine got the faster and more unstoppable his hips became. Paul just grabbed on to the strong body on top of him and tried to relax his throat and patted the chiseled rump still holding onto his sensitive erection. The weredog took it as a cue and lifted his hips, freeing the human's cock and angling his own down Paul's throat and humped wildly!
The smaller male gagged and choked for a moment but quickly learned to catch a breath where he could, his face soaked in a second coat of pre as so much of it filled his gut he felt like he had a good meal already while he desperately jerked himself off. He could feel that massive slab of meat stretching his neck out for it and loved it, wanting every inch his dog could feed him until those gigantic balls were slapping him hard on the chin. Hans barked and bellowed loudly in ecstasy, mating Paul's face with animalistic abandon as his knot started to throb still swollen from before. His meaty legs wriggled closer to either side of Paul's body holding him in place while he bucked as deep as he could. The human's hand worked desperately along his own 10 inches of cock ready to cum first again.
His body convulsed and twitched in passionate release sending thick strands of cum up his dog's back, painting the jet black fur with strips of white as a body shaking orgasm rolled over his body. His mouth and throat gripped tighter around that huge doberman cock shoved down his throat as testicles the size of softballs, bouncing off his chin, rose up steadily but obviously still needing more.
He gasped and sucked under his friend working his overflowing balls and that trembling knot while the canine took his time getting to his own second climax humping deep and hard making every inch work it's magic over Paul's body. The pants and growls of the big weredog were like music to the human's ear's, keeping him rock hard even after the two biggest orgasms he could imagine one right after. Until with a howl Han's unleashed a second load in his master. Paul couldn't envision the sheer volume of cum erupting into his belly and it seemed Han's wanted to make a show of it pulling back enough to shoot every other rope of dogcream into his mouth splashing up like a fountain as he simply couldn't keep up.
Minutes passed and Han's keep fucking Paul's face, filling him up and covering his face in a second coat of cum until finally the flow stopped and the dog pulled out sitting over his belly and smiling that strange but unmistakable dog smile and throbbing monstrously. Paul rubbed his sore throat and tried to say something but exhausted and satisfied and blissful there wasn't anything to say. Instead he just pet Han's in that spot he liked on the chest and tried to relax. Even if this was the worst day ever this was gonna be the best night.