But it was a mess with a week's worth of dishes stacked in the sink and a trash can so full that it looked like a triple scoop ice cream cone. Instead... I picked the living room closet. It was so packed with clothes that even if someone opened it, they would have to look hard to find me crouching in the back corner.The closet door folded to open and, with it ajar just a sliver, I had a good view of the entire living room. The couch faced me with a small coffee table in front of it. The main. '...I need a cleaner,' he said eventually.Becky's shoulders slumped in relief. 'What's the rate by the hour, Mr Quin? And how many hours a week are you suggesting?'Quin sipped his beer. 'For general cleaning ...' he considered, his expression vulpine, fingers brushing his chin again. '... Five quid an hour.''Five pounds an hour?' Becky spluttered.'Well, there you go,' Quin said, face innocent, hands wide at the offer. 'It was just an idea.' He placed the half empty bottle on the carpet by his. But then I lost one dare that was "Whoever loses has to lay on their back and the other gets to stick their dick in their mouth." Well, I lost, and I remember laying on that uncomfortable cot and having him climb on top of me and put his dick into my mouth. He was about my size, so I remember his body pressing mine down, and having his dick pretty far inside my mouth and not being able to move my head for the weight of his crotch and legs. Almost immediately he jerks up and down and cums in my. I came again, and then a third time right on the heels of the second, sweating and whimpering and crying tears of joy and abandon and release, my canine lover getting closer and closer to his own massive ejaculation. He fucked in to me for several minutes and I just let him, accepting the raw animal power that he had over me. The cock slid in and out of my sopping wet pussy rapidly, turning my insides to mush and my brain to pudding.I felt him slow down then and felt his huge knot bump up.