Dog Sitter Comes to Visit

By Risandtylersexscapades.xxx-fiction-story-disclaimer-top2

The next three days followed a similar pattern. Wake up, food, walk, school, food, walk school, jacuzzi, orgasm, bestiality, orgasm, orgasm, orgasm. The only difference was for these nights; she’d been sober. The first night, she returned from the tub hornier than she’d entered. That night she skipped the nightie and plopped down atop the sheets with her Hitachi vibrator wand and laid into her clit.

The sound piqued Charlie’s interest, and he began to crawl forward. Esme protested, but the dog continued his gradual approach, nonetheless. Esme knew she should stop, that she should turn Charlie away, do something, but with each inch he gained, she felt her cunt ache. Maybe it was because she’d never been with someone before. Despite her constant arousal, the young girl was still a virgin. Perhaps the allure of anyone seeing, wanting her was simply intoxicating – whether they were a man or a beast. Eventually, Charlie found his way between her thighs.

She felt his short, coarse hair prickle her tender flesh. His whiskers poked the edges of her groin as his cold snout pressed up against her labia. At that point, Esmeralda tossed aside the toy and pushed Charlie’s head into her. His tongue began its work and didn’t finish until Esme had cum half a dozen times and fallen asleep. Each morning she’d wake up with that same battle between guilt and arousal, and each night with Charlie, arousal would win.

On the third and fourth night, the couple dropped all pretense. Charlie was waiting for her when she emerged from the shower, and Esme rode his face with abandon, but on the fifth night, something changed. This time Charlie was waiting at the head of the bed. When he began to pleasure Esme, he stood and bent down to her pussy from beside her rather than laying in front of her hole.

Because of this, as Esme rounded towards her first orgasm, she, for the first time, noticed the pink protrusion surfacing from his loins. She caught herself licking her lips as all inhibition fled her mind. As if on cue, Charlie positioned himself above her, pre-cum dripping onto her curious face. The young girl reached up and began to stroke the dog’s belly, each time edging closer to his erection.

As she began to make contact with the flesh around his manhood, Charlie somewhat instinctively moved down towards the young woman’s head. Esme began to stroke his erection out of curiosity more than anything. It felt a similar thickness to most toys she’d come across, but as she continued, it grew far longer than anything she’d ever experienced. Charlie lowered his hips some more.

The dog’s torso was much longer than the girl’s, but his cock also shot at an angle forward rather than perpendicular to his frame like with humans, so as he lowered himself, his growing wet meat plopped onto Esmeralda’s unsuspecting face. It was far longer than her face was. She crossed her eyes to see it, then apprehensively slipped her tongue out to lick it. The taste was indescribable.

Creamy, salty, and somehow wild. She liked it far more than she was expecting, though perhaps the depravity of it all was what she found so enticing about his flavor. Either way, the sensation was exhilarating to Charlie. He leaned back so that the tip of his cock pressed against her lips and forced the oddly shaped tip between them.

Esme was caught off guard by his aggression. She flailed a bit and tried to break free as he began to thrust himself into her. She coughed and gagged on his girth as it slipped past her uvula and down her esophagus, but there was no escape. It appeared Charlie was giving her a sink or swim type introduction to deepthroat. Her face turned red, but eventually, her body submitted to his thrusting as his cock grew and hardened more and more with each motion.

In truth, Charlie was holding back. He wasn’t going as hard as he’d like to and hadn’t fully entered her. It wasn’t until she stopped moving that he really began to pleasure himself. Esme slipped another pillow under her shoulders which allowed her head to naturally tilt back at a better angle as Charlie began to fuck her face with his massive cock. She felt it slide down her throat as gradually, the engorged base of his manhood approached her face.

Out of desperation, she had learned how to breathe through her nose each time his cock cleared her airway. She moaned as his tongue picked up its pace, and his balls began to slap against her head. She squeezed her breast together. Her toes curled in on themselves as the orgasm rushed through her body. Esme’s eyes rolled back as Charlie fucked her from both sides.

His thrusting was increasing, his body lowering, now his coarse fur was grinding against her soft, nubile flesh. The friction reddened her cleavage, turning her breasts tender. Each fiber of his hair stimulated her body, especially the ones that rubbed her nipples raw.

Esmeralda moaned at full volume into his girth as the pace of his tongue and cock quickened. She lay limp, legs agape, surrendered to his body’s handiwork. The mutual climax was approaching. Charlie began to pull out farther and press in deeper. His teeth began to rub against her clit as Esme ground against him. The sensation was intoxicating to both participants. Esme wrapped her legs around his meaty head and squeezed down, urging him deeper.

Charlie fucked all the harder as his knot began to press against her lips. Pleasure turned to panic as Esme felt the base of Charlie’s attempt to penetrate her mouth. There was no way in Hell it could fit! She slapped his side to try and stop him, which only seemed to drive the beast wilder. Her eyes unrolled as she felt her jaw muscles stretch past their limit. With a final thrust, Charlie broke her open and shot his hot seed down her throat. Esme was choking on the fluid but also couldn’t breathe.

She felt her face flush from the pressure build-up. But as his tongue continued its fervor, the panic mixed with the overall sensation and spiraled into an earth-shattering climax. Through sheer desperation, Esme had managed to suck some air through her nose. This relief added to the pressure buildup throughout her body. Her nipples, her cunt, her mouth, her face all demanded release, and all their demands seemed to find release in her fuck holes.

Her legs spasmed in violent contractions as heat shot through them. Her vaginal muscles released shockwaves of pleasure through her whole being as cum poured onto her lover’s jowls. Charlie sat on her face; his cock fully hilted in the girl’s face. The taste of his warm syrupy cum was simply mouthwatering, and it was the culmination of the flavors she’d tasted on his fleshy erection.

Her legs fell limp to the bed as she enjoyed her massive treat. She couldn’t move them if she wanted to.

Esmeralda tried in vain to release herself from Charlie. His weight was far too much for her already trembling limbs. She could feel already that his knot was slowly receding, so eventually, she complied with the inconvenience. The halting of his thrusting had given the ability to take some very limited breaths, not much, but enough to keep her alive. She absentmindedly slipped a hand down to flick her bean.

The wetness formed by combining her cum with his saliva was always shocking, but this time was easily double what she’d experienced the previous nights. Now the shame and guilt only served to heighten her arousal. But as she worked herself toward a third climax, she heard the growling. It stopped her in her tracks.

Charlie hadn’t moved, but she could feel him tense up. She felt the weight of another presence climb atop the bed. She failed to try and see what was going on but to no avail. The growling turned to bark, which turned to bite. Esmeralda was thrown to and fro as another entity joined the mix. It wasn’t until Charlie whimpered that she managed to slip a view of a singular chocolate paw.

There was no mistaking it. This was Buxter, who was larger than Charlie but not as big as Bear or Frank. Esme was terrified of what was about to proceed. He felt his cold snout sniffing her wet hole, then Buxter scooted forward, was he? Esme winced as the warm meaty head of his unit pressed against her lips. She may be a total pervert, but she wasn’t about to give up her virginity to a fucking dog!

“No, Buxter, Heel!” She screamed, or at least. She tried to scream, Charlie’s cock still stretched her mouth wide. Without a tongue or hardly a windpipe, the girl was helpless to communicate.

If Buxter was half as powerful as his smaller sibling Charlie, she realized she had no say in the matter. Esme had to give him what he wanted. Just as Buxter started to part her lips, though, an idea popped into her head that would solve her dilemma. She had to act fast, and She could feel Buxter’s cock unsheathing at her entrance. Esme lifted her legs up until she was practically folded at the waist.

Her thighs pressed against Buxter’s dark fur. She reached back and grabbed onto the base of his length. It was already several inches longer than her fist. Buxter began humping her fist frantically as she did her best to help him find a new hole, a better hole. One that had just as much juice dripped into it from Charlie’s tongue as her cunt. Esme was actually surprised by the ease with which Buxter initially penetrated her.

But as he reached full size, his cock slid deeper into her than she’d ever slid anything. The sensation was terrifying. The girth stretched her walls, and he might as well have been in her pussy the way it made her clit and G-spot feel. As the beast thrusts became more targeted, more precise, her fear turned to elation. Thick cream continued to ooze down onto Buxter’s cock, turning his coarse fur slick and soft. Esme reached back and spread her cheeks for him. “Just like in the porn films.” she thought, though she’d never seen one involving Great Danes.

“Oh! Fuck!” She moaned.

Charlie’s knot had begun to finally recede enough for her to break free, though her shouts were indecipherable to any observer. Rather than freeing herself, though, she began to slide her tongue around his silky member. The pup continued to spasm, spurting more juices steadily down her gullet. She felt full, content, elated. With each pump from Buxter’s cock, Esmeralda was flooded with electric waves of pleasure.

His erection was reaching points even Esme’s most depraved expeditions hadn’t dreamed of venturing to. The arousal was heightened all the more, by the way, his body ground against her entrance. The sensation was similar to a rabbit vibrator. She was edging towards both anal and clitoral orgasm, one of her favorite combos.

A large mass was pressing at her cheeks. She knew from Charlie what it was. She didn’t understand how it worked or what it was for but based on how full her ass already felt, and she was pretty confident Buxter wouldn’t be so lucky as to get to fully hilt her. As his bucking grew more rapid, the growling started again.

Esme was still somewhat crushed under the weight of Charlie’s body. Though she’d maneuvered herself for Buxter, now that he was going, she had no say in his actions. She peaked her eyes to their edges, but she needn’t see to know who had just entered the scene. There were two distinct entities on either side of her body.

All four dogs were on the bed, Buxter was defending his hole, but there was no denying the other two dogs’ superiority. As the positioning shifted her body around, Esme realized something: this time she wasn’t scared – or she was, but it was the fear you feel before skydiving or surfing a massive wave, she was trembling now from terror, pleasure, and anticipation, or at least she was for now.

This squabble was far more aggressive. Charlie remained inside her but got up somewhat, rotating to face his opponent. Her stomach stung as his claws scraped her bare skin. She yelped but was still helpless. Buxter had continued his vigor, which not only pinned her, but the sensation had made her whole body weak.

She was all but a ragdoll at this point, protest as she may. She felt a force smash Charlie’s back, and her neck cranked to the side as he lost his footing and brought her down with him. Then he cranked her the other way as he retaliated. The motion allowed her a glimpse of her assailant; the grey, peppery coat of Frank’s torso rippled as his paw came down on Charlie. His teeth were born, but his tail was wagging.

This was play at some level, but with 200-pound beasts, her frail 82-pound body could be snapped in half as an afterthought. Esme suddenly became aware of her awkward positioning. Fear started to overpower, or at least try to, terrified as she was. It also felt shockingly good. The sensation of Buxter’s cock thrusting into her virgin asshole had yet to surrender to the circumstances.

Suddenly everything changed. It took Esme a moment to understand what exactly had occurred. In an instant, she went from on her back with Charlie’s softening knot buried in her face; to on her stomach, atop the ever thrusting Buxter. Charlie had given up, in part probably because he had mostly finished with her mouth. Her stomach felt completely soaked with her fluid, and her chest, torso, and pelvis felt tender and swollen from the violence of their sex. Blood speckled two paw prints that stung horribly as Buxter’s body continued to pulse.

One print was on her chest, the other on the side of her stomach. She looked at the elated jackhammer beneath her. Buxter’s tongue dangled outside his mouth. She should probably be concerned with the beast that had just toppled the large dog, but the new angle gave her a completely different sensation. It sent her over the edge. She lunged down to kiss her canine lover, his tongue darted down her throat, it was appallingly slimy, yet the top felt like sandpaper.

Perhaps that was why Charlie was so effective at cunnilingus – that, and the length. She tried to reciprocate, but the dog had the intimate moment, was cut short by the entity that had flipped her over and set her free from Charlie’s grasp: Bear. Bear was a full head taller than Buxter. His silky black coat oozed dominance.

In addition to his height, Bear was also thicker and more muscular than his siblings. His cock draped a full 14.5 inches and was thicker than anything Esme had ever put inside any of her holes. She watched his dark figure approach and proceeded to mount her, the dark mass starting to unsheathe at his waist.

“Ugh, already occupied, Bear.” She thought. However, quickly she saw his plan in action. Bear slipped his hind legs under Esme’s body and lifted her free of Buxter’s frantic thrusting, then dropped her back onto his abdomen. As she recovered from the blow, she felt Bear’s manhood press at her entrance.

“There’s no chance, Bear. It’s too big!! It’s—AGHHHHH!”

With a pop, her words were cut short. The girthy member split Esmeralda’s ass open and stretched her so much she thought she might burst. Her words were replaced with guttural screams and moans. Bear had no sympathy, no concern for her; as he thrust, he began to lift Esme off of Buxter’s stomach a bit. Gradually all fourteen inches began ravaging her hole. The in and out was constant and vicious. Whether she liked it or not, it made her cunt drip with elation. Which seemed to be Esme’s biggest mistake.

As Esmeralda’s body was lifted by Bear’s cock, her throbbing entrance suddenly lined up with Buxter’s still desperate erection. Pinned by Bear, the dog wiggled as best he could to slip into her. She felt him press against her outer walls and scream in protest as her eyes went wide with the understanding of the consequences of her actions.

“No, Buxter! Heel! I’m., Argh!” His cock slipped in with understandable ease. Both sex organs were so lubed up that Buxter could probably share her cunt with Bear,”

Her arms reached down and swatted. She screamed at Buxter’s elated face below her. “No! Buxter! No! I’m a virgin! STOOO…”

At this point, Frank entered the scene. She hadn’t noticed him approach her, so concerned with what was happening below her. Charlie was still sitting, somewhat defeated, somewhat satisfied, and content on the edge of the bed. Frank pressed cock into her protesting mouth with a force that triggered Esme’s gag reflex. She instinctively controlled her body’s reaction as Frank pleasured himself with her throat. She continued to flail, but Frank was even bigger than Charlie.

She mumbled, “Please, not there! No! Not my virginity!” came out as barely audible groans.

Real as her fears and concerns were, she couldn’t help but acknowledge how pleasurable this spit-roasting felt. She always loved to have something in her mouth while she fucked herself, but this new experience, sitting back and letting her lovers do all the work, somehow heightened the sensation. She was able to focus exclusively on how it all felt. Frank’s musky member was stretching her jaw.

She could feel it sliding down her throat. The alternating thrusts of Bear and Buxter. Though she’d tried countless times, she’d never been able to fuck herself with such fervor. The two cocks sloshed and slurped as her cum, their spunk, and the remnants of Charlie’s spit greased her insides with milky goodness.

She felt tears drip down her face as her shouts turned to whimpers. The fact that she loved the feeling only made her feel even more ashamed of her circumstance. She closed her eyes and begged for forgiveness, desperate to be released for her conscience’s sake. This was all her fault, her fault for letting Charlie inside her mouth, letting him lick her. Her fault for masturbating in a stranger’s home, for being so addicted to masturbation.

She was disgusted with herself. Worse than all of that, though, she knew that if this continued, there was no going back. Hell, there probably already wasn’t. That thought frightened her far more than anything the dogs were doing to her, far more than anything they might do: the thought that she liked it, loved it, craved it, needed it.

“Please God!” she attempted to scream, though the moans of pleasure that punctuated her cries for help probably made her pleas seem disingenuous even to her. At most, she could say that she wanted to want them to stop.

“Heel!” shouted that same commanding voice from Esme’s first night. Instantly all motion stopped. Even the clear alpha of the pack Bear stopped in his tracks. Esme noticed that she had stopped as well. In fact, she’d even stopped breathing.

“Corner! NOW!” Mr. Crawford’s voice boomed through the room. It was even deeper and raspier than her last experience. The sound dripped with command.

All four dogs returned to their beds. Frank jumped off the bed, almost taking Esme’s head with him. Bear slipped out of her ass with an audible pop before Buxter spun Esmeralda off of his stomach, and the two shook themselves off before proceeding to their spot. Charlie hopped onto the opposite corner of the mattress. This was clearly his spot, as there were only three beds in the corner of the room. Esme sat up in response as though at attention in response to Ms. Crawford’s command the same way the dogs were.

“Are you alright, Ms. Torres?” She spoke, somewhat softer but with the same commanding tone. Esmeralda nodded in response. Her eyes were pointed down. They followed the grain of their oak floors. She felt like a child, clearly in a world of trouble. She stretched her forearm across her chest and slipped the other between her legs to create some element of modesty.

“The dogs will remain where they are until you have composed yourself and I release them. I assure you; this will not happen again.”

There was contained anger in his voice. Clearly, Ms. Crawford was upset with the situation. How much of that anger was directed at Esmeralda, she couldn’t quite decipher yet. Also present in the woman’s tone was concerned with Esme’s safety. The young lady came to see that this was the truest form of dominance, the kind that freed her to surrender to it. It wasn’t overbearing or insecure but simply existed as a constant truth, a matter of fact: she was in control.

There was no need to prove dominance, and there was no way her dominance could be undermined by compassion for the dominated. It was this concern for her wellbeing that made Esmeralda somewhat envious of her canine lovers. Suddenly she craved being under the same thumb. She longed to please.

In reply to her statement, Esme looked up at the screen, doing her best to lock her eyes through the screen. She was making a calculation, an educated guess, or maybe more of a gamble. The dogs seemed at least familiar with fucking, and Ms. Crawford in no way seemed phased by her debauchery. She knew exactly how to stop them and only did so when it was clear Esme felt unsafe.

Furthermore, in order to be there to intervene, she must have already been watching, so clearly, she had no problem beforehand; otherwise, she would have cut the gods off. Maybe she not only tolerated their behavior, could he facilitate it. Ms. Crawford seemed to drip sexuality; she figured the woman had a wild side. If anyone was open to this behavior, it would be her. Maybe this was something she did regularly even. Esme’s heart was aflutter as she made her move.

With her eyes locked on the lens fixed across from her, she dropped her arm, exposing her ravaged breasts, next to her other hand also relented. She leaned back on them and spread her cum-drenched legs to the camera, biting her lip as she tried her best to beckon her attention toward her pulsing holes.

“Unless, of course, you don’t want that behavior to stop.” Chimed a curious Ms. Crawford. Esme shook her head no.

“Are you no longer concerned with your virginity, dear?” She wasn’t. The moment she had a second to gather herself, and as soon as she fell prey to Ms. Crawford’s sultry command, she completely surrendered to her depravity. For the first time, she looked forward to telling Father Gusman about all of this.

“No, ma’am, I, I mean, they’ve already taken it, I guess.” She hated how frail her voice sounded. She wanted to sound something like Ms. Crawford. Her infatuation with her was growing by the second. She was an idol, a crush, a craving, a role model. The woman she was speaking with had so much confidence. She envied Ms. Crawford’s demeanor. Her interaction with the dogs was probably far more dignified, though clearly, they were used to fucking. She felt her pussy twitch as she thought about what the six of them got up to together. What dynamic might she add to their sexual adventures?

She could hear the speaking just out of earshot. Was she not alone?! Had she gotten it wrong? She wondered. Maybe she was, in fact, disgusted with her. Their delay was just out of appalment. Suddenly that ever-pressing shame began to flood her. She folded in on herself as whatever confidence led her to display herself to Mr. Crawford diminished rapidly.

“If at any point you are overwhelmed or feel unsafe or overwhelmed, shout ‘Relent.’ If you need them to fully stop, shout ‘Release.’ Odds are you won’t be able to articulate very well once everything is going, so if you need less hold up two fingers to the camera if you need them to stop hold out three. These aren’t commands for the dogs.

“Once they are going, it is unlikely they will listen to you, especially since it’s been so long since their last mounting. It is completely unsafe to get the dogs riled up like this without me supervising. Even then, from afar, it’s a bit of a gamble. We can coordinate sessions via text until I return next week. But again, do not try a thing without me present. Do you understand all of that?”

Esmeralda nodded in reply. She was taken aback by how nonchalant he was about all of it. She was in shock. The next moments felt like a dream.

“I’m gonna need more than that, Ms. Torres.”

“Yes,” She replied, with as sultry a tone as she could muster, though her voice still trembled the same way her legs did.

“Show some respect, Dear.” Esme loved the dynamic Ms. Crawford added to the situation. Though She wasn’t in the room, she felt insatiably aroused by the feeling that she was performing for her.

“Yes, mistress,” She cooed in reply.

*****

[Thirty minutes before]

“Hun, the event starts in forty minutes! You have to get ready!” Tyler knew the award ceremony was only an elevator ride away, but his years in the trades had left him far more dedicated to punctuality than his spouse. Melanie knew he wasn’t really in the room with her, but she responded all the same

“Sorry, dear, it’s just” Melanie’s eyes were fixed on her screen as she sat at her vanity mirror, not applying the makeup before her.

“I still don’t think you should be watching her, Mel. She turned the camera off.”

“You really want to argue the legality to an attorney, babe?”

“Okay, okay,” Tyler chuckled as he tied his bowtie, “Maybe more the ethics of it.”

“She’s getting beaten out by our fucking dog, Tyler. All pretenses are gone.” She reached for the opal hairpin and pulled her silky brown hair into shape.

“You said it yourself, dear. Things could get out of hand if the others get riled up. This is purely for her safety.”

“Tell that to your vibrator, dear.”

Melanie looked down at the vibrating seat she was atop. The slit in her shimmery evening gown allowed her to easily mount the toy. Tyler would have been even more judgmental if he saw the 8″ attachment or the diamond but plug that she had to wait for him this evening. The only thing she loved more than receiving awards was fucking her husband in a closet right before receiving them. Melanie made her best speeches with cum inside her. She continued to grind her hips. Over the years, she’d mastered the ability to apply makeup while in. motion. The sounds of her dog sitter cumming were, distracting, to say the least.

“Did you say something?” A voice hollered from the other room.

“Fuck!” Melanie murmured under her breath.

She’d forgotten about Lucas. Lucas was her date for the evening. A twenty-something numbskull that Melanie was just glad she hadn’t forgotten his name. She’d picked him and his buddy up at the bar the other night. Frankly, she preferred his friend, but alas, he was unavailable tonight.

“Oh, nothing, sweetie! We’ll be going soon, are you ready?” she yelled into the bedroom where he was getting dressed.

“Just about, do you know how to tie these?” By that, he must have meant his bow tie. Melanie rolled her eyes and chuckled.

“Try YouTube, dear.”

Tyler knew how, so Melanie never had to learn. She knew how to straighten it out a bit, that was all. God, she missed him sometimes. Tyler would always talk about how lucky he was to have found someone like her. But in truth, she was the lucky one. Sure it wasn’t super common for women to be as sexually open as she was, but from her experience and the experience of her friends, it was truly difficult to come across men who could handle it as well. Most would get jealous, or at best, say they were okay with it, only to be passive-aggressive and judgmental afterward. Not Tyler. She’d never met another Tyler. Melanie sighed as she figured that she probably never would.

After some very turbulent multitasking, Melanie’s face and hair were complete. She looked down to figure out why the moaning had stopped and gasped aloud as she watched the girl deepthroating all 12 inches of Charlie’s cock.

“See, dear? Twenty minutes to spare.” Melanie said victoriously to the figure behind her through the mirror.

She gave her husband a twirl, spinning at a rate that lifted the draping of the dress just enough for her smooth, trim leg to spring free. The shimmering dress was semi-translucent; it was designed to be worn with a slip underneath, but Melanie had no interest in that. The silhouette of her thin legs could be traced up all the way to the gap between her thighs. There was a slight darkening at her navel and at her breasts – nipples perking through the fabric just so. Upon completion of her maneuver, she smiled at her husband’s complete enamored with her.

“Absolute perfection.” Thirty years of marriage, and he still could make her blush. She pulled her phone out of her purse as she walked over to him to show him how the evening had progressed back at home.

“I think we may have found a winner. Look at this” Despite his reservations, Tyler obliged her request. He raised an eyebrow as his eyes caught Melanie’s gaze. She was biting her lip with that wicked smile he’d never stopped loving. Through his gaze, she could tell that he’d rip her dress off then and there at the slightest provocation. It made her wetter than the screen had mustered yet. If only he could.

“Alright, Lucas, it’s time to go.” She said, walking out of the walk-in closet.

“Ugh, it’s Lewis, ma’am. And uhhhhh, your dress is kinda see-through. I’m not sure it’s appropriate.” This guy seemed like he was used to being on top. He probably played quarterback and got a job at his dad’s firm out of college. She didn’t care if she didn’t get his dick after she responded. Hell, she didn’t even want it.

“Alright, Lewis, I’m going to give you some pointers before we head downstairs. First, ma’am? Not happening. Not to me, not to any woman unless you’re in Bumfuck, Georgia, and even then. Second, don’t you ever again, in your life, tell a woman that what she’s wearing is inappropriate. You have no say, and you have no jurisdiction. And I guarantee you that she has weighed the question of the appropriateness far more thoroughly than you could ever muster. This is my fucking event. My fucking night! and you can’t even tie a tie.”

Melanie changed her mind about Lewis as she spoke. “You know what, get the fuck out of here.” She shooed him as she spoke.

“But my, stuff.”

“Are you referring to the basketball shorts and hoodie you wore in here? That shirt is more valuable. You’re welcome.”

“But I..” He protested as Melanie physically guided him into the open elevator. “Wait in the lobby, and I’ll have someone send it down to you.”

As the doors closed behind Lewis, Esme turned to her husband. He was smiling ear to ear. “I wasn’t gonna say anything about him, but…”

“Fuck off! I wanted his friend for tonight.” She said, laughing with a reckless laugh few people knew. “Fair, but I don’t think either of them could have tied the bowtie.” She smiled; he was right. As she made her way to the conference hall, Melanie was still glued to the screen. She alternated from a few of the cameras – needless to say, they were not for security. She and Tyler had quite the arsenal of 4k homemade adult films.

“Champagne, Ms. Crawford?” She looked up to the man holding a pair of flutes. He was tall, dark, and certainly handsome. He smiled as her entire demeanor changed.

“You know my name? But I can’t say I know yours.” She said as she took the drink from the stranger and extended her hand to him.

“Michael Sandoval, I’m on the board here.” He shook her hand with just the right amount of firmness.

“Well, Mr. Sandoval, to what do I owe the pleasure?” She purred the last word of her query, something she was sure the young man noticed.

“I’m on the board here, and I was actually one of the people who voted against your nomination. But after seeing you enter this room, I just had to admit my misjudgment.” Melanie was intrigued.

“A little young for that, aren’t you? I thought the board was just retired corporate suits.”

“41, black don’t crack!” He said, through an infectious laugh that Melanie couldn’t help but catch, “but yeah, I see your point. Don’t tell the rest of them, but I’m pretty sure I’m the diversity hire.”

“Well, I’m glad they did. These things can be awful on your own.”

After twenty minutes of flirtatious small talk, Melanie remembered to check her phone.

“Oh, Shit!” She looked up at Mr. Sandoval

“Sorry, love! I have to step out for a moment.” She said, touching his shoulder affectionately. He caught her eyebrow raise for a moment as she realized how much she’d like what was under the expensive fabric of his deep navy suit.

“Is everything alright? Can I do anything?” She appreciated his demeanor.

“Please no! I’m a virgin!” Esme whimpered on the phone. Hopefully, he couldn’t hear it!

“No, no, it’s my dog sitter. She’s having a bit of a crisis with them, and seeing as they are each easily twice her size.

“Ah, well, I’d love to hear more about them when you’re finished. If you need anything.” He pulled his card out of the inside pocket of his suit.

“Thank you, dear, and very smooth.”

“I try.”

“Don’t go trying it elsewhere.” She kissed his cheek and rushed off to the nearest secluded place. After exiting the gala, she saw the service stairwell at the end of the hall. “Perfect,” She thought aloud. At the bottom of a half flight of stairs leading down to nowhere, she turned on the audio.

“Heel” Her booming command echoed up the corridor.

She watched the screen, calculating with expertise how best to manage the situation. The dogs seemed compliant, which was a relief. She leaned against the railing, suddenly aware of how horny she was. If only she’d savored the imagery of the young girl mounted by her studs. It truly was a sight to behold. She watched the young woman stare sensually into her eyes through the lens. This wasn’t going the way she’d expected. It was going far better. The bitch wanted more!

“Unless, of course, you don’t want their behavior to stop.”

As the young girl shook her head no, Melanie felt her pussy twitch. This facet of her lust had until this moment never been shared with another person. Sure, she’d fucked her sister-in-law, her mother, and enjoyed a slew of orgies, gangbangs, and other depraved romps, but bestiality was something that only entered her wheelhouse in her late 40’s.

She hadn’t even dared hint at it with her other lovers. She’d hoped one might catch on while house-sitting for her, but until Esme, they’d all failed to understand. The suppressed sexual desire, the need to share these beasts with another person boiled over. She turned around and yanked on her plug. The sensation felt so wonderful she nearly dropped her phone.

As she fucked her ass with the plug, Melanie calmly laid the groundwork for Esme, something she’d heard Tyler do countless times, though never for their dogs. She was relieved that the excitement dripping out of her body didn’t seem to obscure the clarity with which she communicated to Esmeralda. She thought back in Tyler. The wildness of her sexuality was something that always captivated him.

The dogs were actually a gift for her, based on some fantasies she’d mentioned, but Mel had run with it in a way that blew their wildest expectations. She didn’t know then, but they were also in preparation for his eventual passing. He had been diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer.

She wished he’d told her the day he found out but knew he wanted to make sure he’d sorted things out for her first. They had three beautiful months together after he laid it out, but it wasn’t enough. A tear dripped down her cheek as she felt a hand on her shoulder.

“It’s okay, dear, I’m right here,” She heard Tyler say as he pulled back her dress and pressed his cock into her. She knew somewhere that it was merely her own hand fucking herself, but at the moment, she didn’t care. The couple watched the young girl embrace her new role.

 

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*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Just remember, even with the limited editing we do, it doesn’t always mean the flaws in a story are always fixed.

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