“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. What remained most prominent was the shame – which always followed her pleasure. Sometimes in a good sort of way, but more often than not, in a self hatred sort of way. The remnants of ecstasy that the pool at her feet had granted her was replaced with embarrassment at soiling the sheets of her gracious hosts. She remembered how stupid she was when the dogs were rough housing… She remembered having to call Ms Crawford. The swirl of emotions and dehydration nauseated her. She had to get out. Esme cut straight for the bathroom door barely making it to the toilet bowl before reaping the rewards of emptying a bottle of champagne by yourself.