Fiona gets a Job 1

By Story Teller 101.
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Chapter 1

I left school after year 12. My mother was keen for me to graduate. She said it would make it easier to get a job. The truth was I had no idea what I wanted to do. So after graduation, I settled on the couch or in my room and thought. It was maybe a month later mum finally got sick of me being underfoot. “Your father and I talked,” she said, “and I have one thought for you. Fiona, get a job.”

I tried to tell her it was hard to find work in our small town, but she mentioned that I hadn’t even tried. Of course, she was right.

**

A couple of days later, dad came home and said he had been at a local supermarket and looking for staff. Mum, at the same time, mentioned that she had heard a local couple were looking for a house-keeper. Of course, she did mention I never cleaned my room, so maybe it wasn’t for me. The thought of working in a supermarket didn’t inspire me. Packing shelves or being a checkout chick seemed boring. So I agreed to talk to this couple. Mr. and Mrs. Walden were lawyers and had a practice in town. I saw them, they seemed nice, and so they said they would get me a trial. Mum and dad were very excited.

Bright and early the following Monday, I fronted up to work. Basically, I would clear the breakfast dishes after they went to work, clean the house, make the beds, and feed their dog. Oh, yes, the dog. He was a golden Labrador called Goldie. Not very imaginative. Large and furry and cute. The time I saw him, I fell in love with him. From the very first day, he followed me around the house. I think he enjoyed having company for a change. His only strange behavior was that when I patted his head, he tried to muzzle my crotch. I would push him away, and he stands with his head to one side, looking sad. It was weird.

My job was five and a half days a week. The pay was good, so working Saturday morning didn’t worry me. I had been there for a couple of weeks when Mrs. Walden called me and told me they were delighted with me, and they wanted to offer me the job. I was so pleased. Mum and dad were extra happy. The job was pretty easy, no stress. I learned not to pat Goldie on the head, but he still followed me around. He was like my shadow. I wondered if he was making sure I did my job properly. I settled into a routine, and it was all fine.

One Saturday, I finished at midday and prepared to leave. I said goodbye to the Walden, but halfway out the door, I remembered I had forgotten to dust the furniture in the dining room. Not wishing to get into trouble, I went back inside the house. Mr. and Mrs. Walden had disappeared, so I breathed a sigh of relief that I didn’t need to explain why I was back. Grabbing the duster, I set about finishing the dusting. I heard Goldie growling and looked around but couldn’t see him. Then I heard Mrs. Walden squeal. I started to get worried. I crept down the hall to see what was happening. What I saw blew my mind.

I stepped back and leaned against the wall. The scene I saw would be seared on my brain. Mrs. Walden was naked and on her hands and knees. Goldie was on top of her, humping like crazy. Mr. Walden was on his knees in front of her, also naked, and although I couldn’t see, I guessed that with his head thrown back and eyes closed, she was sucking his cock. He was moaning, Goldie was growling, and Mrs. Walden was making muffled moans and squeals. My legs felt weak, but I managed to get back up the hallway and out the front door. I got home, and mum said I was just in time for lunch.

“What’s wrong, dear?” she asked, “you look flushed.”

Flushed indeed. I gulped down my lunch and went to my bedroom. I lay on the bed, thinking about what I saw while I masturbated. I did it quite often, but this time my orgasm seemed twice as strong. Having calmed down, I wondered how I could go to work on Monday, knowing what I knew. I ummed and aahed all weekend but decided I should go back.

**

So on Monday, I arrived at the normal time. All seemed normal, but that image was stuck there. Mr. Walden said hello and said it was time to leave. Mrs. Walden said, “You go ahead, love. I want to talk to Fiona.”

He left, and she told me to sit in the lounge. I was worried about what she wanted me for. I was sure they hadn’t seen me Saturday.

She sat opposite me. “Fiona, we know you were still in the house Saturday, and we know what you saw,” she said.

It was no use lying. While Mr. Walden’s eyes appeared shut, they weren’t, and he saw me. “I am sorry, Mrs. Walden,” I said. There was nothing I could say. “I promise I won’t tell anyone. Please don’t sack me,” I added.

She smiled. “Oh, honey, we are not going to sack you,” she said, “and thank you for not telling anyone about our little secret. Goldie is a lovely dog and well trained, and I love him to bits. But I think you already know that. Has he tried to do anything with you, Honey?”

I told her that he did follow me around all the time, and I realized that he would try to get under my skirt if I patted him.

She nodded, “Yes, my dear, that is a signal he knows. Pat his head, and he knows I want him to lick me.”

I sat stunned that she seemed so at ease talking about it.

“OK, Fiona, it will be our little secret. Now forget about it and just do your job. We are pleased with your work, by the way. Now I better go to work. You can even put Goldie outside if you feel safer. He does get excited at times, and I have to give him what he wants.”

**

Mrs. Walden left, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I still had my job. Glad because the pay was good and glad because I didn’t have to work at the supermarket. I stood up and found Goldie had been locked in the backyard. I did the dishes and made the beds, but standing in the bedroom brought back the memory of what I had seen.

My pussy was actually tingling thinking about it. I fought the feeling as I began dusting, but finally, I sat on the couch, slipped my hand under my skirt and into my panties, and got myself off. As my orgasm washed over me, I opened my eyes, and Goldie was looking at me through the sliding door. At that moment, I wondered what it would feel like to have him lick me. I had only had one boyfriend, and he never did more than finger me.

“What are you looking at,” I said as he stood there wagging his tail. “You are such a naughty boy, aren’t you?”

I swear he smiled at me. I went back to work, but the harder I tried, the more I thought about him and what Mrs. Walden had said. Patting his head was a signal she wanted to be licked. It was around 2 pm when I finally let him into the house. He was all excited and rushed up to me. I stood there wondering, “could I really pat his head and what would happen if I did.”

*****

Chapter 2

I looked at Goldie, and my mind was racing. I knew if I touched his head, it was a signal for him to dive into my crutch. I pondered, and he stood there, his tail wagging. I snapped out of her trance and resumed my work. “I can’t do that,” I mused. “That is really weird.”

But the thought of what would happen could not be forgotten. Goldie followed me everywhere. “I should have left you outside,” I said, scolding him. Goldie put his head on the side and stared at me.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I said. “Don’t be so sad.”

Goldie gave a little moan and lay in the corner of the lounge room. I was tidying up and kept glancing over him. Although laying there, he never took his eyes off me. I went into another room, and he remained on the floor. As soon as I came back, he lifted his head. “What is your problem?” I said, exasperated with him. “I know you want to lick me. You do, don’t you?”

He picked up his ears. I felt my pussy tremble. I sat on the couch and looked at him.

“Mrs. Walden will never know,” I said to myself. “Maybe if I try it once, just once, to know what it feels like.” I stood up and slipped off my panties. Biting my bottom lip, I called Goldie over. “Come on, boy,” I said. “Come over here to me.”

Goldie immediately got to his feet and padded across the room.

“Good boy,” I whispered and started to pat his head.

True to his training, he immediately pushed his nose under my skirt. I opened my legs and squealed as I felt his tongue vigorously licking my pussy. I tried to move, but without any real conviction. His tongue was hot, rough, and wide. I spread my legs wider, and it felt like his tongue reached into my pussy.

“Oh my God,” I moaned. “Don’t stop…” and continued to rub his head.

Shortly after, a scream resounded throughout the house as I orgasmed.

“Stop, stop,” but he would not be denied.

Finally, I got up the strength to stand up. Goldie stood there looking confused. “Oh, Goldie, I am so naughty,” I wailed, tears in my eyes. I rushed to the bathroom and stood looking at myself in the mirror. “Why did I do that,” I said out loud. “You are such a little slut.”

But the feelings that Goldie had generated could not be denied. I had only ever cum before by masturbating. I had crossed the line. Was I able to forget it? I reached down and touched myself. My pussy was soaked, and my clit extended. No, there was no way back.

Time was ticking on, and it was only about an hour before the Walden’s got home. My pussy was still buzzing. Try as I might, I could not forget how good Goldie’s tongue felt as it slid up and down my pussy and clit. I mumbled to myself to relax, but it wasn’t working. I looked at Goldie lying there, and my stomach churned. I looked at the clock.

“Come on, Goldie,” I finally said. “Come and make me cum again. Come and lick my pussy.”

As if understanding what I said, Goldie advanced. I, who had already shed my panties again, spread my legs, and patted his head. Like a programmed robot, he dived right in. I squealed and closed my eyes.

“Yes, doggy, do it to me,” and as I continued to rub his head.

Goldie played his part by once again tipping me over the edge. This time once wasn’t enough, and I moaned and squealed and came again before I pushed him away and flopped back on the couch. No retribution this time and no regrets. Just a feeling of total bliss.

When Mr. and Mrs. Walden got home, I had sufficiently calmed down. I cleaned myself up and put my panties back on. While enjoying Goldie, I did feel a twinge of regret that I had been so ready to get pleasure from a dog. Unfortunately, Goldie was still excited, and when Mrs. Walden came through the front door, Goldie expressed his excitement by leaping at her, his cock clearly peeking out of its hiding place. She looked at me as if to say, ‘I know what you have been doing.’ I gave the game away by going bright red. Nothing was said as they both went and changed out of their work clothes.

I prepared to leave, but Mrs. Walden called me into the lounge. “Honey, I know you have Goldie all excited. I will have to calm him down later. Please be very careful,” she said.

I got even redder in the face. She smiled. “It feels so good, doesn’t it?” she whispered. “But poor Goldie gets very excited when he doesn’t get his reward for pleasing someone.”

I tried to say someone, but the words would not come out.

“I am not angry,” she added. “But please be aware that he expects more.”

I finally found my voice and said I was sorry.

“Look, if you want to know what happens, please check this website. It will give you all you need to know,” and she wrote down the address on a piece of paper.

**

I went home wondering what there was to know. I had no idea what bestiality was all about. Until I saw Mrs. Walden with her dog, I had no idea such things happened. Mum asked how work went, and I said fine. Then I went to my room and changed. My panties were still damp with dog saliva. I had dinner and then back to my room. I looked at the address Mrs. Walden had written down and hesitated. Then I clicked on. For the next nearly an hour, I looked at videos of women with dogs. I was flabbergasted. First, I found there were hundreds of videos—lots of dogs, big and small. Women were obviously enjoying the sex. I saw that dogs had this big lump on their cocks. What shocked me most was some videos had women sucking dog’s cocks. In the end, I had to get myself off as I watched. It was amazing.

I almost had a heart attack when mum knocked on my door to tell me my favorite program was starting. I quickly closed my laptop and went to the lounge. I watched the show, but I don’t remember any of it. My mind was still looking at those videos. Later I logged on again and watched a couple more before going to bed. I now understood more about sex with dogs. I was sure I couldn’t go all the way, but still, I was fascinated by the idea of dog sex. And the size of some of their cocks. My God, those women seemed to enjoy it so much.

**

The next day Mrs. Walden told her husband she would follow later. After he left, she asked whether I had watched any videos. I told her I had and was shocked at some of the things I saw. She smiled and told me some of the moanings, etc., were fake, but it really did feel good. I asked how her husband thought about it. She laughed and said it was his idea. I told her I didn’t think I could go all the way as I was a virgin and didn’t think my first sexual experience should be with a dog. She said not to worry and that she would consider that.

“Just remember that Goldie is trained to mate with me, so careful you don’t tease him,” she said and left for work.

I looked at Goldie, who had been watching us and wagging his tail. I wondered if Mrs. Walden also sucked his cock.

*****

Chapter 3

Fiona finds herself being licked by a dog. Mrs. Walden knows what is happening and gives Fiona an address for bestiality videos as a training exercise.

Shaking off the fact that Goldie was staring at me, I begin work. First, I wash the breakfast dishes and tidy the kitchen. I then head for the bedroom to make the bed and clean the bedroom and bathroom. I stare at the bedside table. There was a vibrator lying there. Yes, I knew what a vibrator was for. I just didn’t know why Mrs. Walden would have one. She had a husband AND a dog to satisfy her. I made their bed and went and cleaned the bathroom. I came back out and again stared at the vibrator. My pussy tingled as I picked it up. It was maybe about 7” long and shaped like I thought a penis would look like. I put it down again and hurried out of the room.

Cleaning the rest of the house, I couldn’t get the image of that vibrator out of my head. I couldn’t understand why Mrs. Walden had one and why she had left it on the bedside table in full view. Was it deliberate? It got to lunchtime, and my day’s chores were almost done. I made myself a sandwich as I always knew mum would make a large dinner. I sat in the lounge with a coffee. Goldie staring at me still, and that fake cock in the bedroom had my head in a spin. Finally, it was too much. Cleaning up, I headed for the bedroom. I had to know what it felt like to have something pushed into my pussy.

Slipping off my panties, I picked up the vibrator and turned it on. It had three settings, and I found out. When I turned on to full speed and wrapped my hand around it, I moaned. It felt so amazing. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I began to rub it against my pussy and then my clit. I squealed as the vibrations went through my whole body. I began to push the head into my pussy and moaned. A little further, and I was hooked. I moved onto the bed, laid down, and pushed it all the way. It had this budge on the end, and when I took it, all this lump rested on my clit.

“Oh, shit,” I said out loud as I was turned on like never before.

It only took a matter of minutes to have my first orgasm. It was earth-shattering. Twice more, I came before I pulled it out and lay there in total bliss.

**

It took ages for me to get my act together. I finally got off the bed, cleaned the toy, cleaned myself, and headed back to the lounge. Goldie came up to me. I guess he smelled my arousal and pushed his head under my skirt. I didn’t stop him and stood there, feet spread, and patted his head. It was all too much. I quickly took off my panties and sat down, and let him get me off once more with that amazing tongue of his. I also decided to let him mount me as I knew he wanted. But I resisted. I definitely did not want my first real fuck to be with a dog.

The Walden came home and went straight to the bedroom. Mrs. Walden came out and smiled. She knew I had used the vibrator. Neither of us spoke. She knew, and I knew she knew. All that week, I would use the vibrator and Goldie. I was in heaven. My days were filled with delight, and at night I would disappear into my room and watch the videos. I started to get comfortable with the idea of sex with Goldie, but I remained adamant that he would not take my virginity.

**

Friday, when Mrs. Walden talked to me, I think she knew what I was thinking. She smiled and said she understood my stance. “Yes, honey,” she said. “Your first should not be with a dog.”

Of course, that meant I had to find a boyfriend to break me in.

**

Saturday morning, I reported for work. They had breakfast as normal, but Mrs. Walden went to work. I hadn’t seen Mr. Walden leave. I started to clean up, and I heard a noise. I looked around, and Mr. Walden was standing in the doorway. He was wearing a bathrobe.

“Mrs. Walden has already gone,” I said.

“Come into the lounge room,” he said. “Let’s talk.”

I had no idea what he wanted, but I went with him. I sat on the couch, and he sat next to me.

“Fiona,” he began. “Lisa said that you have been looking at bestiality videos. Is that right?”

I blushed and said, yes.

“She also told me you have been playing with Goldie. Letting him lick you,” he continued, “and playing with a vibrator she bought for you. Is THAT true?”

There was no use lying as Mrs. Walden had obviously told him everything. I just nodded.

He smiled. “I know you saw Lisa and me with Goldie the other week,” he added, “and both Lisa and I are sorry you saw that. Did it excite you, my dear?”

Again I just nodded.

“Would you like to do that with Goldie yourself?”

I went even redder.

“It is OK, Fiona. I know you are interested, but you don’t want to give your virginity to him. Don’t be embarrassed. Lisa told me that too.”

With that, he opened his robe. He was naked underneath. I gasped. “Mr. Walden, you are married. What would Mrs. Walden think?” I said.

He just smiled. “Why do you think she went to work alone this morning,” he whispered. “She and I talked about it last night.”

I sat stunned by what was happening. Obviously, Mrs. Walden had given her husband permission to pop my cherry. My brain tried to compute what was happening, but my eyes stared at the first male erection I had seen live.

“Go ahead and touch it,” he said.

I hesitated and then wrapped my hand around it. It was about the same size as the vibrator. I looked up at his face, and he was smiling.

Stroke me, Honey. I really like that,” he whispered. I began, and he moaned. “Oh yes, like that,” he sighed.

Minutes later, he told me to stop.

“Let’s go to the bedroom, my dear. Let’s have some real fun.”

He stood up, and I followed him as if in a trance.

**

Once in the bedroom, he began to undress me. I was shaking all over. He kissed me and fondled my naked body. Then he pulled me onto the bed. He kissed me again, then kissed my nipples and slid down the bed. His tongue found my clit, and I squealed and opened my legs. I have to admit that his tongue wasn’t as good as Goldie, but it still made me cum.

“Are you ready, honey?” he said softly. “Do you want me to continue?”

I looked at him and said, “Yes, I want you to fuck me.”

I think he was shocked at how explicit I was, but I was so turned on. Seconds later, he was thrusting his cock into my virgin hole. I gasped, I squealed, I moaned, I groaned. I had him all inside me.

He was so gentle at first, easing back and forth. As I became more relaxed, I urged him to go faster and harder. He hesitated suddenly. “Shit, are you protected?” he said.

“Yes,” I said, and he continued.

In fact, I had been on the pill for years as a way to control my periods. I began to thrust up as he thrust forward. Both of us now moaning. It was the most amazing time. Then he groaned and thrust hard and started to cum. I moaned as I felt his cum filling me. I clung to him and began babbling. It was a minute or more when he pulled out. I hugged him.

“That was so good, Mr. Walden,” I whispered.

“Roger, darling. You can call me Roger,” he said.

I smiled. “Roger, can we do it again?”

*****

Chapter 4

Mr. Walden, Roger, looked at me and laughed. “Oh, Honey, you need to understand that men take time to recover. We can’t have multiple orgasms like women.”

I was on a high, and I wanted more. I realized that it wasn’t going to happen immediately.

“Don’t worry, Fiona,” Roger said. “Let’s have a shower.”

He took me into the bathroom and under the shower. He was kissing me and fondling my boobs. It felt so nice. I began to stroke his cock, and it soon started to grow again. He moaned softly, “You are so sexy, Honey. I want you again. Get me hard.”

We got out of the shower, and we dried ourselves and got back onto the bed.

I remembered watching those women suck their dog’s cock, so I got down and repeated what I saw on those videos. I thought I could never suck a dog, but I could use the idea on Roger. I must have done it right because he was moaning, and his cock got hard. I didn’t have to ask this time as he rolled on top of me and aimed his cock into my pussy. I was a bit tender, but I sure wasn’t going to complain. I bit my bottom lip and groaned.

“You like that, don’t you? You are so bad,” he said and drove his weapon all the way in.

He was more urgent this time, and it also took longer. It hurt a bit, but the pleasure of being fucked by him outweighed the pain. By the time he came again, I was in heaven.

**

I took another shower, alone this time, and got dressed. When Roger came out, he was also dressed. “I need to clean the bedroom,” I said.

“Don’t worry, Fiona. I have already done it,” he replied.

Not long after, Mrs. Walden came home. I saw Roger wink at her, and she smiled. She knew exactly what had happened. What she didn’t know was how much I had enjoyed her husband. Roger left the room, and Lisa came up to me.

“I hope you are OK,” she said. “Roger can get a bit carried away at times.”

I said I was fine.

“I will check with Roger later,” she said. “Now you go home, Honey. But if you like, you can come back tomorrow. We are having a party tonight. I will pay you extra.”

**

I got home and told mum I had to work tomorrow. “But it’s Sunday,” she said. “Why are you working Sunday?”

I told her they were having a party tonight, and they wanted me to help clean up. She wasn’t delighted until I told her I would be paid extra.

“I guess that is alright then,” mom said.

In my room, I thought about the day’s events. I thought about Mr. Walden and the fact that Mrs. Walden had deliberately let him stay home to have sex with me. I thought about the fact that I was no longer a virgin and that I had enjoyed losing it finally. I also thought that having sex with their dog was no longer a problem. That freaked me out because whether I did or didn’t was now in my hands. Talking about hands, yes, one slipped inside my panties and got me off while I was thinking. The problem was it was not as pleasant as being pleasured by Mr. Walden.

**

Mrs. Walden had told me to come around 10 am. She said they would be sleeping late. I guess the party was going on late. When I arrived at 10 am, Mr. Walden walked around in a bathrobe, and Mrs. Walden hadn’t even gotten out of bed. The kitchen and Lounge room was a mess.

“Sorry Fiona, the party left a mess. Maybe make coffee, lots of it, while I go and see if I can get my wife out of bed,” he said and disappeared.

I made a big pot of coffee and put out three cups. Looking around, I figured I needed coffee as well. The Walden’s hadn’t appeared, so I began in the lounge room. Collecting glasses and plates. I could be Goldie locked in the backyard. He was standing, but the glass doors looking all sad.

“Sorry, boy. I have to tidy up first before letting you in,” I called out.

I took everything into the kitchen and filled the dishwasher. I was drinking my coffee when the Walden’s appeared. Both now in robes.

“Good party?” I asked cheerfully.

All I got was a groan and a nod. While they sat drinking their coffee, I cleaned the lounge room and dining room—cleaning surfaces, the carpet, and straightening up. When I came back, Mr. Walden had headed off for a shower.

“So Honey, did you enjoy yesterday. I hope my husband wasn’t too rough with you. He tends to get excited once he gets going,” she said.

I said it was fine.

“Yes, he told me you demanded seconds,” she added. “He takes longer to remount than Goldie.”

I felt a little uncomfortable talking about how her husband had fucked me, but she sounded so cool about it. I guess that made me relax a little.

“Well, I am going to have a shower,” she said and headed for the bathroom as Mr. Walden came out still in a robe.

I took the dishes out of the dishwasher when he came up before me and put his arms around me. “Yesterday was so good,” he said. “I hope I didn’t hurt you, Honey.”

I turned around, and I kissed him. “No, it was so nice,” I said. “Anyway, Mrs. Walden’s vibrator helped.” I immediately thought, ‘I should not have said that.’

“Well, I think the real thing is much better,” he said opened his robe.

He was erect and, yes, the real thing was better.

“Mr. Walden, please not while your wife is in the next room,” I said, a little startled.

He just laughed. “Sorry, Fiona. You just have that effect on me. Just squeeze it.”

We are still standing there. He with his robe open, and I stroked his cock when Mrs. Walden came back into the room. She, too, just had on a robe. She smiled.

“You are such a whore, Roger. Leave the poor girl alone,” she said. “Go and let Goldie in while I chat with Fiona.”

He smiled and headed into the lounge room to get Goldie.

“He talked about you after you were gone yesterday,” she said. “I knew he wanted a repeat. I told him to behave. I told him you might like Goldie instead.”

I swallowed hard. I wondered if they had asked me to come today to see if I would take Goldie now. I wasn’t a virgin.

“Mrs. Walden, I am not sure,” I said.

“Oh, Honey, please, call me Lisa. I think we are past the Mrs. Walden thing. I am sure hubby would like you to call him Roger.”

Just then, Goldie bounded into the room.

“Hello, darling. Sorry, we had to lock you out,” Lisa said. “But I didn’t want you sniffing pussy at the party, and there was plenty to sniff.”

Goldie came up to Lisa, and she patted his head and opened her robe. I looked stunned as she stood there, feet wide apart and purring while he licked her crotch.

“Good boy,” she moaned. “I need this so bad.”

Roger came into the kitchen. “That didn’t take long, sweetheart,” he said and laughed.

I watched the interaction between husband and wife. I could never imagine my parents being so open. Roger came up and put his arms around me. “Dog or me or both?” he asked.

I looked at Lisa, but she wasn’t paying attention to us. “Come on, boy,” she said as she pushed him away. “Let’s go into the lounge room.”

Roger and I followed her and Goldie. She took off her robe and knelt on the floor. Goldie didn’t need an invitation and immediately mounted her. I watched in awe as he found his target and began to hump her wildly. Just like the videos, she squealed and moaned while he panted and growled.

“Yes, my darling doggy. Fuck your dog slut,” she wailed, and then he slowed and stopped.

He was tied to her. Roger stood there, smiling, and turned to me.

“Would you like to try it, Fiona, Honey? I know you will love it. And Goldie will love it too. Get undress now and get ready.”

 

To be Continued…

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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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