Dog Sitter Comes to Visit

As Esmerelda punched her code into the glowing screen mounted to the thick wooden door at the top of the marble flight of stairs she wondered how much it must have cost. The door, the security system, the stane work, all individually seemed more expensive than her entire family home. Just as she walked through the immaculate vestibule her phone dinged, “Right on time! Thank you dear! The boys are waiting! Buxter and Charlie are in the drawing room while Bear and Frank are in the solarium. Call or text if you need anything!” She’d been dog sitting for about a year now while attending community college online, but had never been at a home even half as fancy as Ms. Crawford’s estate – it was technically considered an estate, she had looked it up after the first interview. If her dad had a house like this, she would have spent the past year at Yale instead of wasting away in zoom classes where the hardest part of the course for her is staying awake. But alas, he did not, and in the decade following his wife’s death, he’d grown quite dependent on his eldest daughter. That became even more true when he was injured on the job last year. There’s no workers comp for subcontractors… or at least not for undocumented ones. Esme knew he could tell she was lying when he told her that she didn’t get into any of her dream schools, but he respected her too much to protest, and he knew her siblings needed her. Her dad hadn’t quite looked at her the same since that day, not out of resentment, though. She knew that no matter what she felt or said, he believed he had failed her. Technically, in some ways he had, but Esme never saw it like that. Either way, her father needed her help. Dog sitting was the perfect option – especially if she could become Ms. Crawford’s go-to sitter, they paid her four times her standard rate per dog! While working, she could attend class, do some basic writing for blog sites, and tutor, or babysit her siblings if it was needed.

She walked through the various corridors before finding Buxter and Charlie. “So this is a ‘drawing room’. Good to know,” she thought to herself as she pet the two massive Great Danes. The immaculate leather couches, mini bar, and fireplace filled a room that seemed the size of her house. Every piece, from the millwork to the furniture, to the various awards and artifacts on the mantle, seemed unique, luxurious, and specific – like there was a story for each piece. Solarium, she’d deduced was the sun room she’d first met the dogs in. Her mind flashed back to that day. The beautiful, tall, elegant woman lounging cross-legged on the leather daybed petting Charlie while the other three lay at her bare feet.

“Charlie is a tad anxious compared to his brothers. They’re all rescues. They were being mistreated by a monstrous kennel breeder. They were actually confiscated by the police!” The woman held her hand to her chest in an almost cartoon fashion, “He was fined heavily and lost his license. It’s a shame they couldn’t do more to that swine… the brief of it is try as we might, all four sleep in our bedroom, and Charlie will whine unless he is nestled right against you. He’s perfectly harmless, gentle as a flower, I hope this won’t be a problem.”

“Not at all Mrs. Crawford.”

“Oh please, dear. That’s my mother-in-law, call me Melanie. Also, technically I am a Miss, one of the perks of being a widow. I never liked Misses, it felt so boring.”

“Okay, Mrs. Cra.. Melanie.” Esme replied, head staring at the ground.

“Good girl,” She purred with a wry smile “Or, at least Miss Crawford… but with a ‘zz’ sound not an ‘s’. Miss with an ‘s’ sound means not yet married. I had quite the life with Tyler. Miss with a ‘z’ sound means no longer married, well it means not defined by marital status to some… to me, Ms Crawford just sounds the best.” Esme liked the sound of it as well

“Melanie” Esmerelda caught herself saying the name aloud. She liked the way it felt in her mouth. She didn’t think it was a crush, though if it were, she wouldn’t know, but more of a fascination. Apart from the ones of elementary school, Esme had never really had feelings for anyone. Besides the tragedies that scarred her younger years, she hadn’t the time for boys. Between honors classes, tennis, work, and home, the only downtime she had growing up was spent resting. Hell, she didn’t even have time to learn how to show off the kicking body she’d grown into. Despite her appearance, Esmeralda was quite petite. At 4’9″, though, even a size 0 waist doesn’t fit conventional proportions. Her hips may have been the same diameter as the supermodels, but because she was much shorter, it seemed off. Plus, her double D’s meant anything that wasn’t super form fitting made her look like she had a gut that she didn’t as most t-shirts simply draped straight down from the end of her massive tits. Anything, form fitting made her feel like a total whore… perhaps that was the catholic upbringing. Regardless, Esme had no money for looking cute, no time to figure it out, and certainly no time to enjoy the benefits. It wasn’t until the lockdowns started in her senior year of high school that she even started to masturbate… though, once she had tasted that forbidden fruit though, it was all near impossible to stop. Her pleasure consumed her, the sensations, the emotions, most of all the sinfulness. She hadn’t admitted it to herself yet, but she loved going to confession to tell her priest what she’d made herself cum with and how many times she’d done so since their last confession, almost as much as the Masturbation itself. Even now, she bit her lip thinking about all the places she could flick her bean in this massive mansion, or about how the jacuzzi jets in the master bath might feel against her holes. That was another perk of the dog sitting system: privacy – something not available in the tiny, two bedroom home she shared with her father and three brothers. It was also why she felt so nervous about sitting for Ms. Crawford. There were cameras in pretty much every room that didn’t have a toilet… except the master bathroom which had several. She’d seen at least a dozen in the master bedroom, which was where she would be sleeping with their pack of dogs. Ms. Crawford, said it was part of their security system, which made sense, but the quantity in the bedroom seemed less relevant. Esmerelda unzipped her jacket and placed it on the barstool with her duffel bag and headed towards the other two dogs. She rubbed the soft skin of her shoulder from under the oversized flannel. The weight of the bag had left its mark even through the dense winter coat. As she sauntered down the hall, images of the house matron’s conversation with her flashed back yet again.

“Regarding the cameras I’m sure you’ve noticed. It’s a part of our security system – which reminds me, I’ll need to send you an entry code… Anyways, before we leave, we’ll be sure to manually turn off all the camera’s in private spaces, the bedroom etc.” As Melanie spoke, Esmerelda’s eyes were on the ass swaying in front of her as they walked through the estate. The woman wore a thin dress, the material draped elegantly, and left nothing to the imagination for the young woman behind her. Melanie looked back, and caught Esmerelda staring. Ms. Crawford smiled, but made on comment. From which point Esme swore the woman increased the sway of her hips.

“If you prefer them on – which I recommend (it absolves all parties from any liabilities pursuant to contested damages) — there’s a simple switch on the side. Cameras that are active will send us notifications anytime the dogs bark loudly, it’s intended to alarm residents of break ins, but in our case has proven to have unintended benefits, if I am unoccupied we will offer some quick advice or get the dogs to calm down if they’re being problematic… which is a rarity, I assure you.” Esme was only half listening, maybe a quarter listening, her mind was occupied with feeling caught by her employer, being drawn to her figure, and the uncontrollable throbbing between her legs that had been raging since she entered the house.

“…by default we leave them turned on everywhere but the bedroom and bath. Is that satisfactory?” Esmeralda nodded in reply, she was grateful to have tuned back in for that last sentence.

“Well, I think that’s everything,” Melanie said as she turned around and faced the girl, “Any questions you have for me?”

Charlie licked her ankles, pulling her from her daydream. No…. not a crush, Esme was, however, drawn to Ms. Crawford. Perhaps it was that she envied her. Ms. Crawford was tall and slender. She had an athletic build that looked good in anything. With her awkwardly disproportionate body, Esme found that not to be the case. She’d grown to resent her tits. At barely 80 pounds, Esme looked amazing naked, but when it came to clothes, her tits and height meant almost every outfit made her look either chunky or like a whore. Loose clothes draped straight down from her protruding breasts, and in skin tight outfits you could see every detail of them. Anything open in the front made her look like a colonial bar wench. Typically, she was far too uncomfortable in her skin to really try the latter two outside the confines of her own home. Melanie on the other hand, looked amazing no matter what. The cut of her top dropped well past her cleavage, yet the woman still looked elegant and refined. Her long brown hair was peppered with gray, which only seemed to heighten the attention her dark green eyes commanded. Most women would have dyed the strands, but this woman was not most women. With each breath, she oozed sexuality and confidence and maturity and everything Esmerelda felt she lacked in this world. That woman could walk into a ballroom topless and look more classier than Esme. She rolled her eyes at the imaginary dinner guests drooling over Ms Crawford as she continued down the hall.

As expected, Esmerelda found Charlie and Buxter sprawled on the daybed. Upon seeing his new friend, Charlie exposed his belly, waiting for her affection. The sun felt intoxicating magnified through the large windowed ceiling. If it weren’t for the piles of snow outside, one could foget how far below freezing the temperature outside was. Esmeralda loved the way the sun felt on her caramel skin. After peaking around, she unbuttoned the flannel revealing the small tank top she wore underneath. Her eyes darted at the camera in the corner of the room: on; for now she’d settle for this quantity of exposure. Though she also noted that shorts would be the only pants she’d be wearing in that room moving forward. She checked the time, 3:15p. That left 45 minutes before it was time to feed the boys. Esme plopped onto the daybed beside the two dogs, making sure that there was no chance the camera could see the graphic hentai loading onto her screen. Charlie curled up against her, Buxter settled back down at the end, and she heard the other two making their way to her on the hardwood floor.

“These boys sure do seem to love me.” she thought…. She had no idea, just how true that would be.

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With their dinner, her dinner, evening walks and play time done, Esmerelda walked the house to make sure everything was locked, then brought her luggage up into the bedroom. Normally people would have her stay in a guest room, or the couch, but Ms Crawford had not only given her their master bedroom, but had done it up quite nicely. When she opened the door, she found the massive bed draped in elegant fabrics, ambient lighting, a chilled bottle of champagne and a basket of assorted snacks all waiting for her. The dogs had followed her in. Charlie jumped onto the bed, while the other three found their places in the corner of the large room. She was impressed that Charlie seemed to show no interest in the basket of treats. With each dog being probably more than twice her size, she would be helpless to stop him if he had. The photos on the dresser drew her attention. Ms Crawford mentioned that she still talked to her husband often. A tragic, but also beautiful notion. Her father did the same. Mr. Crawford, looked like the perfect match for Ms Crawford’s elegance and sexuality. He was large and firm, but had a refinement that wasn’t quite identifiable. Nothing was flashy about his appearance or his attire. In the photos he wore sharp suits, shorts, jeans, and t shirts, but in every photo of them there was an intangible impression. ‘Big dick energy’ her brother Miguel would say… interesting. Esme probably shouldn’t feel what she felt between her thighs while looking at photos of a dead man and his wife. She turned away and sent a ‘thank you text’ to Melanie. After pressing send (somewhat embarrassed by the half paragraph of ass kissing her text had devolved into), Esme looked up and saw that the pack seemed to all be perfectly content as they were. With that she reached for her toiletries and a wicked grin stretched across as she thought about the jets in the bathtub. Toothbrush and face wash weren’t the only things tucked away in the oversized satchel… this was going to be a wonderful two weeks.

She hooked her tank top straps with her thumbs and pulled her massive tits loose of the cotton as well as the bra below. Her jeans were next, after unbuttoning them she let them cascade to the floor. In a matter of five seconds her nubile figure suddenly lay bare before her new friends. All four dogs’ heads turned to her, Bear did an adorable head tilt that made her blush. “What? You’ve never seen a naked girl before, Bear?” She said jokingly to his vacant stare. Just in case, she took the treats with her. Ms Crawford should have known she was only 19, but… after all, it wasn’t like she was going anywhere. Apart from a sip or two of her father’s beers, Esmerelda had never had alcohol before. She was a bit too shy for any of that in high school, apart from boys staring and pointing at her tits, no one seemed to care to invite her to the parties… not that she would have had the time to attend anyways. She grabbed the bottle as well and headed for the bathroom. Now was as good a time as any to start.

Once inside the warm water, she found the jets offered a wonderfully unique sensation. She lifted her legs over the rim of the jacuzzi and arched her back so as to give the propulsion direct access to her. The cool porcelain of the outer rim was a warm body in her mind. She pressed into him — or was it her? Images of Ms. Crawford’s dress falling to the floor flooded her brain. Suddenly it was her hips pressed against Esmeralda, her hand inside her, her tongue. She watched Ms. Crawford’s fingers slide up her young skin and press hard on her breasts, so hard that the tissue seeped out in between her digits. Esme moaned – the first, subdued, the second — upon the realization of her isolation, she let loose.

“Right there, Ms. Crawford! Oh God Fuck! Ahhhhhhhhh!”

Climax came quicker than anticipated as the figure she’d only seen photos of came to loom in the imaginary background of the scene. Mr Crawford’s broad shoulders approached his wife from behind and pressed her with his cock into Esme’s pussy.Their eyes locked as he began to fuck her through his wife.

Esme topped up her glass of champagne and reached for her thrusting dildo, then proceeded to reposition herself so that the propulsion was aimed at her asshole, this was going to be a fun week.

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Esmeralda emerged from her shower to find the four dogs exactly as she’d left them. Charlie was laying on the bed, the other three in their spots. They seemed perplexed by the way she wore her towel on her head… or maybe just intrigued by her entrance. Though there was no justification for her to have changed in the privacy of the bathroom, she had still chosen to do so. She was wearing her favorite silk nighty, it was a light green hue. The hem fell just below her waist. She had taken a liking to this style of sleepwear ever since her addiction to masturbation began. They kept her modest up top, while also giving her uninhibited access to her nether regions under the sheets. Tonight was no exception. Despite the orgasms in the tub, more were on their way. With some effort, she managed to return the half empty champagne bottle to its ice bucket, tosed her bag of goodies onto the bed and proceeded forward with her standard first night ritual: opening every door and drawer available looking for dirty secrets. Normally she was more controlled, but the effects of alcohol mixed with the tub left her without her normal prudence. She started with the top drawer Mr. Crawford’s night stand, books, old condoms and photos. Ms Crawford probably had never cleaned it out Apart from the size distinction, nothing exciting. But as she reached for the second drawer Buxter barked a terrifying warning. Charlie was not so gracious. He pounced on Esme, knocking her back. Normally, she would be equipped to deal with this sort of behavior, but she couldn’t quite think straight. A sober Esme would have noticed that all four tails were actually wagging, hair was not up on end, and teeth were not born. This would have led her to take a deep breath, and assert her dominance with a quick, commanding “NO!” Instead, she jumped onto the bed in an effort to make a B-line for the door. Bear and Frank had cut off her escape before she even made it off the bed. The other two had their front paws resting on the duvet waiting for her next move. She scanned her surroundings for a moment, sliding her boob back into the spaghetti strapped cup. No way out.

Charlie yipped a playful bark at his new friend, who (while nearly in tears) proceeded to leap frantically towards her last hope: the camera on the dresser at the wall across from the bed. All four dogs followed suit. She nearly reached the camera when the force of Bear and Charlie’s weight pushed her to the floor. She screamed as the four dogs jumped, nipped, and licked every inch of body. Buxter had gotten his head under her dress. Every attempt to stand up was thwarted by a brush of one of the dogs’ massive paws, or dense skulls. The teen curled into a ball and shielded her face only to have Frank hop up and pin her down. The claws of his front paws dug slightly into her exposed shoulders. As she flailed, something caught the corner of her eye… something pink protruding from between his legs. It was covered in a viscous fluid and seemed to be growing thicker and longer. It was….

“Heel” commanded a deep powerful voice. In a flash, all four dogs jumped up off of Esme and sat at attention in a row.

“Lie down” all four followed suit. The tip Frank’s erection still dangling away as he walked steadily to his spot.

“All you alright Ms Torres?” Suddenly Esmeralda realized who was speaking. It was the camera… or… well, it was Ms. Crawford speaking through the speakers. Only her voice, and demeanor were completely different, she was assertive, dominant, clearly in control.

“Yes, I’m fine… They… I think they were playing. I just got startled.” Esme conceded. She looked down, embarrassed about her failings as a dog sitter, and suddenly became aware of her state of dress. By the grace of God, her breasts remained covered this time, but depending on the angle, Ms Crawford likely could see every inch of her pink pussy lips. She frantically closed her legs and crossed her arms so as to hide herself. This was more of her than any person had seen that wasn’t her father or brothers.

“Are you sure you can handle this assignment? Our dogs are well trained, but they are also powerful.”

“No.. I can do it, I promise… I just… well…” The deep voice made her weak. If she commanded her to ‘sit’ or ‘go lie down’ she’d probably listen.

“What is it? Do you need anything?”

“I…. uhhh.”

“Dear,” the softness returned to Ms Crawford’s voice

“I’ve never been drunk before!” Silence followed her outburst. She looked at the ground… well, she looked at her tits, a red paw mark had appeared on the inside edge of her left breast. She blushed even more. Ms. Crawford spoke again, but Esme couldn’t quite discern it. She was away from the mic, talking to someone else, maybe? Then she heard Ms. Crawford’s voice return.

“Esme dear, you alright, now?” Melanie’s tone was sultry and comforting now.

“Yes I’m fine… a bit embarrassed with the first impression I’ve left you with though!”

“Oh please darling, I’ve seen worse. Once, a friend of ours watching the house hosted an orgy in our absence.” Melanie said off-handedly, the goal was clearly to settle Esme, in fact, it only flustered her more.

“What?! How could..” The young girl was cut off.

“I know! You’d think they’d at least invite us!” Melanie laughed, Esme joined uneasily. She wasn’t sure if the statement was a joke or not. She at least recognized the intent was to calm her down.

“Anyways, I’m terribly sorry about all this. It completely slipped my mind that you were in fact underage. I should have never put that bottle out for you. Feel free to discard it or whatever you please. I won’t count this against you and hope you do the same.” It sounded as though Melanie was doing something else while speaking to her. There was a rhythmic smacking in the background, voices filtered in and out of the audio as well.

“Thank you. I’m sorry I…” Melanie cut her sheepish tone off yet again.

“No need for that. First nights are always turse in these situations. We’ll call this a mulligan eh?”

“Okay Ms. Crawford sounds great, thanks again.”

“That ‘s Melanie to you dear, and oh.. one more thing.”

Esmeralda had gotten up and begun to fix her hair and clothing into place. The towel on her head had been knocked loose at some point.

“If you keep that bottle, just keep in mind… Sometimes when I get tipsy the boys and I have a little fun roughhousing. If they smell the alcohol in your system, they may associate it with that. I’m not sure if that’s what set them off, but from what I’ve seen so far, I can assure they meant you no harm.”

Esme conceded and said her farewell to her host. Just as Ms. Crawford was hanging up, a third voice entered the soundscape. “You done yet…” {click}

“Who was that?” she wondered. More importantly, who was this woman she’d been hired by? She looked around, all but Charlie were now asleep. The silence made her uneasy, her mind was racing… racing as best as it could while inebriated. Try as she may to discern what they were doing and where, her mind kept going back to her line about rough housing with ‘the boys’…. and Frank’s cock. She had no idea dog penises could be so large. She was familiar with the narrow little javelin from her parents’ Jack Russell terrier, but Franks? It was barely the tip and yet it looked like nearly four inches, and plenty thick. She looked over at the sleeping companions and realized to her shock that her toys were strewn across the duvet. Terror flashed across her face… followed by… something else. She thought of Melanie, fantasizing about what she was doing in her home with those toys. She stuck with that idea and made her way over to the satin sheets and the pleasures awaiting her beneath them.

Lubricant wasn’t necessary, the pulsing silicone cock slipped into her tight pussy like butter and pleasure almost instantly took over what little sense Esmeralda had left. Her mind wandered to her host, her crushes, her favorite porn clips… and back to Frank for a moment before repeating the loop. The alcohol combined with her euphoria in a deadly mix that left her lost in her sensations. She rubbed and thrust into herself for orgasm after orgasm. The covers had been pushed aside as the heat of her sex had made them unbearable; though the cool air only heightened her sensations. Esmeralda screamed her pleasure into the night air unconcerned with (or perhaps unaware of) the windows she’d cracked open before her bath. Her bare breasts were made redder by her own hands than the paw print that still remained emblazoned upon them. Soon, her closed eyes began to drift. Fantasy and dreams and reality all started to blur. Without her conscience to protest, her mind gradually wandered to the four cocks that shared the space with her as she moaned half asleep into the night.

“Charlie!” Though it was barely a whisper, in her dream she screamed his name as his cock ravaged her holes. She’d fallen asleep with the thrusting dildo buried between her ass cheeks.

“Charlie no! Charlie… Oh Gawd.”

Charlie was awake. His ears perked up from his spot nestled at the foot of the bed. He turned an inquisitive look towards the new sitter. She was grinding her hips. He sniffed the night air and snorted. His nostrils were overwhelmed with the smell of sex: pheromones, cum, and sweat. The Great Dane crawled forward, his nose to the ground to investigate the source. It seemed to be coming from her. This was also the source of the buzzing he was hearing. Both sound and smell originated from her waist. He sniffed closer, inches away from the source.

“Yes Charlie!” He heard her whisper his name, encouraging him forward. Esme whimpered as his cold nose pressed into her mound. A finger pinched her nipple. In her mind it was actually Mr Crawford’s teeth. She ground her hips forward as Charlie continued his exploration. The odor was sweet and saline, his favorite. He cautiously licked up the fluid that encircled her opening – delicious. Esme yelped elation. Charlie didn’t need that encouragement to proceed, the taste of her pussy was everything to him. He buried his tongue deep into her loins like the peanut butter treats he’d often get. The young woman lurched forward and pressed his head deeper into herself.

“Yes! Yes! Oh my God!!!!!!” In her dream it was now Melanie between her legs. And Melanie was quite skilled at making the young lady cum.

Charlie continued to slurp up the delicious snack, but with each gulp, it seemed more fluid came to take its place. He enjoyed the warm texture of this new crevice. Esmeralda wasn’t as moist as Ms. Crawford, but she was tighter and the fluid was creamier. His erection began to present at the recollection of what usually followed this sort of treat. The 185 pound beast continued his exploration as he awaited the order to mount.

Even in her dream Esmeralda couldn’t understand how deep inside her Melanie’s tongue had ventured. Charlie’s tongue was six and a half inches long, and three inches across. It formed a semicircle that parted her opening and teased her g-spot as it slurped up and down her corridor. It was a matter of minutes before she erupted into orgasm, dousing the unexpectant lover in warm cum. Charlie bolted away with his tail between his legs. That wasn’t the only thing between his legs. about seven inches of pink flesh began to retract back its sheath. Nearly half of his cock – an unusual preemptive move for the seasoned lover. He looked on, somewhat offended by his new plaything’s behavior. A sleeping hand plopped down to replace his valiant effort.

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Esmeralda awoke to a soaking wet bed. A four foot wide semicircle of dampness radiated from her pelvis. Her nightie was hiked up above her navel, and had been pulled down under her breasts. Despite the throbbing headache she felt remarkably good. She tried to remember last night, but only bits and pieces remained. As her eyes adjusted, she realized she was in an unfamiliar room.

“Who’s house is this?” she thought aloud. She turned to see a massive dog on the end of this bed… and… THREE MORE IN THE CORNER?! Suddenly it came back to her. She was dog-sitting for an… eccentric wealthy widow. The tub, the champagne, the wrestling match, the orgasms, it all began to swirl back into her brain.