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.