"For what?" I blurted, having the cold, sinking feeling inside that it didn't make any difference anyway. My predicament would stand no exposure to the police no matter how unfairly it was arranged.
When he reminded me that breaking into a person's vehicle at a stoplight with no clothes on was undoubtedly in violation of several laws, I mentally threw in the towel and admitted to myself there was no way out. Either I got the ride I needed out of town through sucking the dog's prick, or I was through.
It was really a fairly simple decision to make. A few minutes of a dog's stiff cock in my mouth seemed a small enough price to pay to keep from being returned to the world of the Toms and the Roys.
"Okay, I'll give your pooch head for a ride," I formally contracted. "In fact, I'll even swallow his cum and let him fuck my pussy if you get me some clothes."
"I'll do more than that," he surprised me with his generosity after so much haggling. "If you're on the run, I'll even give you a place to stay. I've got squatter's rights on a shack out at the edge of the county-dump – whoever is chasin' you'll never look there."
"What do I have to do for it?" I couldn't stifle my suspicion.
"I've gotta lotta dogs," he grinned his mottled leer. "Friends of mine who hang around the dump; live on garbage. They'll keep you busy as a bitch in heat."
The proposition chilled me with its perversity, but I knew I had to accept it if I valued my freedom. This yahoo was right, it did sound like the perfect hideout – and that was the one thing in the world I needed more than anything else at the moment.
"Okay, take me there," I said, "you've got yourself a new roommate."
"Then start suckin' Old Blue's cock on the way there," he shrewdly answered. "I got to be sure you ain't woofin' me before I let you into my own."
"Sure," I calmly agreed. "I can see your point. I'll get busy right away."
Sucking a dog's prick? I found it easy enough to do when I realized my survival might depend on it. In fact, it was such a thick and hardy specimen that it wasn't long before I was actually enjoying it.
The driver's dick finally got hard when he saw me going down on his dog. By the time Old Blue's hard-on was fucking my mouth to the hilt, Leonard, as he told me he was called, had his stiff prick out of his raggedy pants and was driving with one hand and beating his meat with the other.
Seeing his master's tool unsheathed, the dog reacted with an excited bark. Then he started vigorously pumping his loins while he fed me his prick. It was as though they were in a race to see who could come first – the mouth-fucker or the masturbator the dog or the man.
Since Old Blue was a mixture of German shepherd and something else big, the physicality of his excitement was intense. His claws buried into the bare flesh of my back as I kneeled from the floor and ate his cock. As we headed for the sanctuary of the dump, his actions had the cab of the truck actually shaking independent of the vibrations from the ancient motor under the hood.
As it was, both master and dog came at the same time. Just as I felt my mouth awash with the hot spurts of animal cum, Leonard's spunk splattered all over the dashboard. In seconds it was dripping down on my naked body while I drank the dog's equally generous supply of male gruel.
When they were finished ejaculating I noticed that neither dick was wilting, so I did the logical thing and switched places. The only difference from the previous arrangement was that, while I sucked one cock I had to personally beat the meat of the other Old Blue couldn't jack off with his paws.
Continuing to drive, Leonard opened his legs so my face could fit easily against his musky-smelling crotch. His cock was long enough to make me forget how filthy it was. At the same time, Old Blue had rolled over on the seat, giving my pumping hand easy access to his equally elongated maleness.
Since they had both just shot their wads, it was naturally harder to get the master and his dog to come a second time. Several minutes of sucking and stroking would be required, but I had nothing better to do.
In fact, I was so wrapped up in attending to their pricks, I wasn't even aware that we were out of the suburbs and progressing down the dead-end road whose only function was to lead to the dump. I guess I figured I'd have plenty of time to ponder my fate later. Right now, the imminence of two loads of cum seemed a far more attractive focal point than my future.
After all, that's what life on the run was all about. The freedom in being an outlaw was being able to get your kicks while they were there. The instant gratification that could only come from being responsible to nothing or no one but yourself.
This was what life was all about. Doing it – doing whatever turned you on – with no regard to the consequences. God I wished I could broadcast my message to the rest of the bored housewives continuing to rot away in the suburbs I had left behind.
But, of course, right now I had to finish with my two cocks. Make them come in my mouth and my hand. Make my stomach even fuller and the cab of the truck even sloppier with fresh semen.
Dog and man I jacked one off and mouth fucked the other. Almost by design they came simultaneously just as we pulled into the dump. By the time Leonard had stopped the truck and was pointing proudly out the window at his miserable shack, both my throat and the upholstery were sticky with male slime.
With man-cum running down my face, and dog-cum running down my arm, I sat up and looked at my new home. When Leonard honked his horn an army of dogs materialized in front of it, looking like a canine army to protect the dilapidated structure of boards, cardboard and tin cans from a county bulldozer. When I looked between their legs, I saw that every one of them was a male.
"You're going to have to fuck all of them," Leonard promised, "or I'll turn you in. In the ass, too."
"Tell me this," I said. "Will I also have to cook for you? Clean for you? Do your laundry? Sleep with you?"
"You mean act like my wife?" Leonard scoffed. "You gotta be kidding. I started living like this to escape an old bitch in Texas. No, sirree, the last thing this ol' boy wants is a Goddamn wife."
He was filthy. Dirty. Perverse. A man who lived in a dump and scrounged from garbage. But suddenly Leonard seemed like a knight in shining armor to me. A kindred spirit.
"Listen, little lady," he continued, apparently determined to set me straight I'd hit such a nerve. "I don't need or want no wife. If you wanna stay with ol' Leonard, all you gotta do is mind your own business and fuck his dogs."
It sounded like the best proposition I'd heard in a long time. I said yes and asked him when I could get started earning my keep.