You pause momentarily questioning where you are being led before almost tripping over the door matt as you step inside.
You are still aware that your boner has not subsided and is still jutting out.
You can’t remember what happened after this but you look around in the dull gloom of the darkened room you are in. It must be dawn as a deep blue light illuminates a window to your right. It also feels like you are lying on a sofa as your head is propped up against the arm. You know your still drunk as you try to sit up, this motion also reminds you that you are still nursing a boner.
You reach down with your hands and press against your cock through your jeans, the resistance feels good and you continue to rub against it.
You ponder your situation deducing that you’re not at home but in the woman’s living room and it’s not quite morning yet. Figuring that it will be a little while before it gets light you decide to do something about your boner.
You unzip your trousers and slide them down a little letting your cock spring out in attention.
You take it in your hand and squeeze it. It feels great and you begin to slide your hand up and down. Very slowly you build your arousal, with your other hand you gently rub your balls. From the base to the tip of your cock you wank yourself off until you feel the unmistakable pleasure of an orgasm erupting from your balls. With a firm and final squeeze of your cock you thrust your hips as you come hard into your chest. You shoot your load with force and quite some quantity ends up across your chest and even a little over your shoulder.
You lie there wallowing is the moment before you hear a noise.
You freeze listening intently.
A light tapping noise is approaching from behind you, it sounds like a dog padding across a wooden floor.
You hold your breath motionless as the noise reaches you and turns to a sniffing sound. In the gloom you can make out the shape of a large dog that reaches its head out to you and sniffs at the pool of cooling cum on you chest.
Then suddenly a tongue springs out and begins licking at the sticky substance across you mr chest.
This is wrong.
You gently dare to reach out With your hand and touch the dog. It has a thick shaggy coat and does indeed feel like a large retriever perhaps. You stroke it gently to make its aquaintance before trying to nudge it off of you.
It does not want to move and a thought crossed your mind. You don’t want to be caught by the woman in this mess when it gets light and you don’t know where any tissues are so you could just let the dog continue cleaning you up?