Caught Fucking an Old Man's Dog - Sex Stories

Caught Fucking an Old Man's Dog

I lived at my roommate’s apartment for several years since I began working at a local retail shop. I had met up with her after responding to her listing in the local pages when she needed a roommate. She and I became decent friends after a while of living together. We split the rent in half and shared the responsibility of paying the utilities. Everything seemed to be working out fine in my life until I found out she and her longtime boyfriend were moving in together into her apartment and there was no room for me to stay. This meant I needed to find a place of my own quickly. I searched the newspaper’s local listings and online for days looking for someone in need of a tenant. Many available listings seemed promising until I saw what they charged for rent. This couldn’t work, I needed a second job or a better paying job. But I didn’t have time to find a better paying job. Finally, after several weeks of looking and trying my roommate’s patience, I saw a listing for a room for rent at a man’s house. A single older man was looking for a housekeeper to tend to his home and care for his dog while he was on retirement. He charged rent for several hundred dollars less than most other landlords. I looked my best as an applicant when I went to meet Hank on his ranch. I kept my brown long hair past my shoulders and wore minimal makeup to make my brown eyes stand out. I stood at 5’3” and weighed about 115 pounds. Most men took an immediate liking to my petite frame. My breasts ...

... filled a 34 C bra and I wore a pushup bra to show off some cleavage with a tasteful blouse and knee length skirt. I had on ballet flats and no stockings, as it was already getting warm out in the beginning of the summer season. “Hi, I’m Anna,” I said shaking hands with the older man. “Hello there, Anna, my name’s Hank.” I noticed he sneaked a look at my cleavage. “You’re a beauty aren’t you?” I laughed and smiled at him. “Thank you.” He looked about in his sixties with white thin hair. Hank stood close to six feet tall and had a strong youthful looking body despite weathered suntanned skin with some liver spots on his face and hands. His face was rather plain and ordinary with thin cheeks and a pointy nose, but his piercing gray eyes seemed to look deep into mine every time we made eye contact. “Well this is my charming home. It’s one floor and the basement is where I’m renting out space. I spend most of my time out with some friends and playing golf.” An obedient black dog sat near his feet as we spoke in his kitchen. “And this here’s Max. He’s a friendly fellow. So what is it that you do Miss Anna?” I leaned down to pet the dog on the top of his head. He panted and whined when I touched him. “I work as a sales associate in retail. My shift is usually in the evenings and some weekends. What a sweet dog. What kind of dog is he?” “Oh he’s a mutt, I’m not really sure. Maybe part lab and part some other things.” I couldn’t help but notice that Hank never had Max neutered. The dog’s ...