Dog Sitter Comes to Visit by Risandtylersexscapades
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Hi, I’m Melanie. This piece is from a collection of stories I am writing with my husband documenting our journey as a polyamorous couple over the years. For obvious reasons we’ve changed our names in here, but little else. The stories are infused with both true events and fantasies, but the line between fact and fiction is far more extreme than you might imagine 😉
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.