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.
“Micheal 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, 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 on 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.
“Its 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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“Frank, lay.” Ms. Crawford commanded. In an instant Frank climbed onto the bed, Charlie hopped off and sat on the now vacant dog bed. The large gray dog laid down on his back. His erection was somewhat receding, but still longer than any she’d had before. Instinctively Esme stroked his member until it was stiff, then plopped herself atop him. It was nice to feel in control, or at least that someone was in control. She struck a smile as she pictured the view her mistress had. Gradually Frank increased his pace; though his position offered him little leverage, the sheer size was enough to drive Esme wild. She began to throw her weight against his hilt until the prickly base 13 inches later pressed against her outer walls.
“Oh fuck, yes baby, right there, give it to me! FUkc!” Esmeralda moaned. She was somewhat taken aback by her vulgarity, but the sensation was just too good to ignore, her whole gut felt full.
“I take it you are ready for more,” cooed Ms. Crawford
“Uh huh” she moaned.
“What was that whore?” Ms. Crawford’s tone had completely changed since the day they met.
“Sorry Mistress! Yes, ohh!… I am… ahh!… ready for more, please… Mistress.” She couldn’t fault her for trying.
“Bear, up!” In response to this command, Bear climbed onto the bed to resume his position from before. Melanie chimed in her normal voice to offer her some advice, or possibly expertise Esme figured, “In the future, a simple ‘More please’ will suffice. A double tap on the boys’ hips will give them permission to increase their vigor.” Esmeralda had about a million questions whirling through her head. It was apparent that Ms Crawford had established a system for this behavior, but how did it occur? How often? What else did they get up to? How many sitters had experienced this. For now, “Yes mistress,” would have to suffice.