“Well, I’m flattered dear. You ain’t too bad yourself.” She used the flirtatious voice that had made so many weak. It was the perfect balance between sultry, innocent, submissive and assertive. She’d truly mastered it over the years. She was happy, even if this romp wasn’t one of the times they got caught fucking in he open. Usually people would watch, men and women alike it seemed. Today however, he couldn’t have risked someone seeing the screen. If she were honest, she was curious why Michael didn’t say anything about it. Had he not noticed? That didn’t seem possible
“Can we keep her, dear?” She said to the presence helping her into her dress.
“She can’t let them go wild like that, they could crush her without even knowing it!”
“So we’ll train her, she’ll be easier than they were.”
“They’ll need some more training as well it seems…”
“Is that a yes?”
“You always did love taking in strays, what’s one more?” Tyler shrugged. Melanie knew her husband had planned on this outcome eventually. Mel had been searching for years, the moment the girl let Charlie put his tongue inside her, she knew the wait was finally over.
“You’re need to be back stage ten minutes ago!”
“Is that a yes.” Melanie said sternly as she crossed her arms and jutted her hip to the side.
“Its a yes, dear, no go!” He scooted his wife out the door, a smile stretching ear to ear.
After Tyler passed, it took a while for Melanie to get back into the world. For a while fucking was just to numb things, but it was hard because she got so much enjoyment out of sharing her adventures with her husband. It just wasn’t the same doing it alone. She’d share with Anna or her mom. But even fucking them didn’t feel as close as with Tyler around for it. Maybe this Esmeralda could be to her what Tyler used to be. Or at least some diminished version. She could only hope.
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Esmeralda inhaled the steam from her shower as she stretched her limbs outward. 2pm wasn’t usually when she would bathe, but she needed it after her morning session with the boys ran late. She was grateful that Ms. Crawford had managed to sneak one last round before she boared her return flight home, but as she finished toweling off her caramel skin, though her entrances ached, she wanted more. The last week had been a dream. After taking a day to recover, Esme had arranged two to three sessions with Ms Crawford a day.They weren’t ever as intense as the first night, but she was building back up to it. All the extra activities were causing her to fall behind in her classes, but Esme had to get it while she could. Alas though, she was out of time. The young nineteen year old quickly got dressed and returned to her closing duties. But as she started to clean, she got an idea. Esme slipped out of her shorts, then out of her top, making sure that all the cameras in the house were on, she slipped a vibrating plug into her ass, and a wearable vibrator into her pussy, then proceeded to give a good show of her naked self tidying up the house. She did the dishes, folded laundry, changed over the sheets, then eventually sat down on the couch with a couple more toys and spent the next thirty minutes drenching her panties with her juices.
She was a little offended that her boys hadn’t come to join her, but then again, they had been quite busy with her the past few days. Once finished, Esme walked over to the camera to give a sensual striptease as she slipped her panties off and headed upstairs. She bit her lip as she placed the cum laden panties onto the recently made bed. With a satisfied sigh, Esme took in the gift she had left her employer. She really had come a long way. She sauntered back down stairs, walking right past the pile of clothes to sit at the table and get caught up on her homework.
3:30 rolled around quick. Esme was supposed to be off to a tutoring job by 4pm. She would have worked right past that time if she didn’t hear the door bell ring.
“Delivery for Esmeralda Torres?” The courier said into the intercom. “Esmeralda Torres? I was told you’d be here.”
“Shit!” She cried aloud as she headed for the nearest speaker. “Be down in a moment.” She said, hardly letting go before she slipped her shorts back on. She threw her top on as she sped to the front door, opening it before the hem settled at her waist.
“Sorry about that.” Esme said, her tone changed as she took in the stunning young man before her. The man was wearing a suit, had an earpiece in. Looked important.
“No problem, just need your signature here.” For the first time in her life, Esme wished she hadn’t slipped her clothes on before answering the door. It turned out that her new experience had made her bolder in more ways than she realized.
“You don’t look like a normal delivery boy.” She said, the sex in her voice made him do a double take. She watched him take her in, not noticing that she’d slipped her hand behind her back to pull the loose t-shirt taut against her skin.
“I ughh.. I’m not… I work for Ms. Crawford… I’m her… paralegal.”
“Oh? well, I hope I’ll see you around then.” With that she turned around and shut the door. Not before arching her back and to show off her backside. She didn’t look back, she knew she’d left her mark. “Who the hell was that just now?” She thought to herself. The old Esme wouldn’t have been able to make eye contact, let a lone flirt, let alone… seduce?! The query into what came over her with that boy could wait, she had to wrap things up.
Esme quickly gathered the boys, and took them out to pee, then fed them in their kennels in the basement. The dogs didn’t mind this spot, they actually preferred it if they were being left alone for a while. After doing this, it was already a bit after four. She frantically packed up her stuff, and headed for the door only to remembered the envelope. It was from Ms. Crawford? She cautiously opened the packaging and slid a thick packet out. Attached at the front was a cover letter.
“Dear Ms Torres,
Needless to say our dogs have loved having you around for the past couple weeks.I also personally appreciate the quality (and quantity) of care you exhibited throughout your time. I am writing you because, quite frankly, we’d hate to see you go. It isn’t often that we come across someone who is willing to go to the lengths necessary to love my dogs the way I do. So, to keep things brief. If you would be interested, I are writing to offer you a full time employment opportunity. You will serve in two capacities, one, as you already have, as a fellow caretaker for our four Danes. Secondly, you would take care of the household duties; cooking, cleaning etc. For this, I would offer you an annual salary that would amount to three times your current dog sitting daily rate. In addition you would be given a place to stay on the property, a clothing allowance, and whatever time and financial support necessary for you to continue to pursue your degree.
Attached you will find a contract I have written up. If you would like to accept the offer, read it over, cross off anything you find unsatisfactory, then sign the last page and leave it on the counter. Then, once you’ve put the dogs away for the night, please head up to the bedroom and wait for me there. I’ll be home around 5:30pm.”