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After dropping her silky sleep dress into the empty washing machine downstairs, Esme headed for the fridge. She poured herself a massive glass of water and took the next few minutes washing her mouth out. With the next glass of water she attempted to recuperate some of her body’s moisture. By the first couple sips of the third glass she was starting to feel a bit better, though at the same time she became aware of the cold sweat she was wrapped in: shower time. She looked out the large window across from her. She loved being able to walk around naked, it had to be one of the best parts of dog sitting – that and finding weird sex stuff in her hosts’ homes. She’d left her cum on many hosts’ toys in her time since starting this job, but she hadn’t found anything in this one’s, which surprised her. She remembered she’d only managed to open one drawer in last night’s search. Perhaps it was time to resume the mission.
Once up the stairs and into the bedroom she found all four dogs curled up where she’d left them. Charlie perked up his head and began wagging his tail. She noticed though, that there was something on his face. She approached him cautiously. Something crusty had engulfed his mouth. A dried, viscous film. Suddenly flashes of her dreams and fantasies rushed her mind. No, it couldn’t be. It…. Charlie shook himself out and stretched his long arms, sprawling across the width of the king sized bed. Bear, Frank and Buster followed suit. It was time for food. Esmeralda hopped over to the night stand to grab her phone before heading down – six notifications. She scrolled past the texts from her dad and her classmates to open the one from Ms. Crawford’s number only to drop the phone to the ground before she finished reading the text.
“Hello dear, just wanted to remind you about the cameras throughout the house. As mentioned we turned off the ones in the bathrooms and the bedroom, however if you recall you activated one last…..”
Esme clasped her hands over her breasts and bolted for the lens on the dresser. “How could she have been so stupid?!” she wondered. Not only that, she’d just walked the entirety of the house in the nude! After turning it off, she still felt exposed. She reached for the bike shorts and hoodie she’d packed and put them on quickly before bothering to pick up the phone and continue reading. She felt heat and blood rushed to her cheeks.
“if you recall you activated the one last night. I have erased all footage from last night from our servers. Unless, of course, you intended to showcase yourself to me; I recommend you go ahead and turn off any and all cameras that would limit your lifestyle.”
The evening flashed before her eyes. had she seen it all? No, surely she would have turned it off herself before then. But doesn’t she get notifications when there’s a loud noise though? She looked at Charlie; part of the film had crusted his lip to his cheek , resulting in an awkward side smile that he gave while panting with excitement. Esmeralda licked her fingers to wipe the crusty substance. “It’s funny,” she thought aloud, “it’s almost like…” her jaw went slack; pupils dilated, heart stopped, diaphragm gasped. A memory flashed before her eyes. The context was a blur, but the image was far too clear to be manufactured. Esmeralda recalled vividly looking down and seeing one of her hands squeezing her breast so hard that they were changing color, while the other held the back of Charlie’s massive head as he buried his mouth between her legs.
“Cum” she exhaled passively.
Pangs of guilt and shame rushed through her brain like needles as the weight of her depravity fell upon her shoulders. This was a sin that even she couldn’t bear to confess to Father Guzman. The needles flowed downward, her eyes began to water as she comprehended the consequences of her actions; this went beyond horniness, she was a pervert, a criminal. The guilt led to literal pain in her chest, this time magnified by another sensation she was even more horrified to feel. A simultaneous warm throbbing began to pulse from her pussy. She could feel her spandex bike shorts dampen as the sensation radiated down her thighs and up her hips. The needles of guilt and warmth of arousal met at her gut resulting in a churning similar to storms created by hot and cold air colliding. As the F5 cyclone raged in her gut, she could feel her mind deciding which feelings to surrender to, her perversion or her purity.
Charlie had grown impatient. Breaking the rules, he jumped off the bed and began to lick Esme’s face. Charlie’s head stood less than a foot shorter than Esmeralda’ he didn’t have to jump up or anything, just lifted his giant skull a little. It was here that Esme really began to comprehend just how massive these four dogs were. If she sat on their back, her feet would be a foot off the ground. Their heads were the size of her chest. If they wanted to overpower her, there was nothing she could do. It was a good thing Melanie had trained them so well.
She could smell her sex on him. Shame seemed to override arousal, but more than anything obligation to her client’s pets won out.
“Okay okay, I get it, food time. Let’s go!”
The four mammoths pranced down stairs to get their meals. While they ate, Esmeralda got ready for their walk and threw her soiled sheets into the washing machine. “Back to normal, you fucking whore” she kept insisting to herself.
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The next three days followed a similar pattern. Wake up, food, walk, school, food, walk school, jacuzzi, orgasm, bestiality, orgasm, orgasm, orgasm. The only difference was for these nights she’d been sober. The first night, she returned from the tub hornier than she’d entered. That night she skipped the nightie and plopped down atop the sheets with her Hitachi vibrator wand and laid into her clit. The sound piqued Charlie’s interest and he began to crawl forward. Esme protested, but the dog continued his gradual approach nonetheless. Esme knew she should stop, that she should turn Charlie away, do something, but with each inch he gained, she felt her cunt ache. Maybe it was because she’d never been with someone before. Despite her constant arousal, the young girl was still a virgin. Perhaps the allure of anyone seeing, wanting her was simply intoxicating – whether they were a man or a beast. Eventually Charlie found his way between her thighs. She felt his short, coarse hair prickle her tender flesh. His whiskers poked the edges of her groin as his cold snout pressed up against her labia. At that point Esmeralda tossed aside the toy and pushed Charlie’s head into her. His tongue began its work and didn’t finish until Esme had cum half a dozen times and fallen asleep. Each morning she’d wake up with that same battle between guilt and arousal, and each night with Charlie, arousal would win.