Learning My Place As a Dogsitter - Sex Stories

Learning My Place As a Dogsitter

... The gravel crunches as the wave goodbye from their SUV. I wait a moment, then go back inside.

“Hi boys,” I say to the dogs waiting for me in the foyer. “Does someone want a treat?”

Their ears perk up and and they start circling me again. I push Zeus’ head out of my crotch and we go into the kitchen. On the island is a couple hundred dollars next to the phone number.

“We won’t need this, you’re such good boys,” I kiss each one of them on the head and they lick my face.

The treat bag crinkles loudly as I fish through for unbroken ones. I want them to like me. In no time I feel at home on their big couch. The TV fills the silence as I lay on my stomach, texting with James. We talk about our days and how we miss each other and when he’s going to come visit me. My panties get gooey thinking about it.

Evening comes quickly and the lights in the house shine more brightly. Zeus and Mars chomp down their food as I bring my bag upstairs to the guest room to shower and change. The bathroom floor has heated tiles I can feel through my tights. I take of my blouse and bra, letting my tits free from their compression prison. They look ridiculous on me in the mirror and my skirt makes a little valley around my waist. My tights get stuck coming off and I have to sit on the floor to pull them off.

“Wow, this floor is hot on my ass,” I mutter.

Strands of silvery fluid stretch between my legs as I pull my panties off. They’re creamy from thinking about James all day. The ...

... wet webs of my drooling pussy cling to my thick thighs as I walk to the shower. The warm water is so relaxing.

“Mmmm,” I moan, thinking of James’ cock while I rub myself a little.

I don’t want to cum, I want to save it for him when he’s inside me again.

Fresh panties always feel nice, especially when I don’t have to go anywhere. I know they won’t be for long, though, I can already feel myself soaking them. My breasts hang free under a loose fitting shirt and the cool air feels nice on my legs. I go back downstairs to find Zeus and Mars waiting for me in the kitchen.

“Do you guys get an after dinner treat?” I ask, putting my finger on my chin.

Their heads seem to nod and they give a little, “Of course!” whine. I give them each a little one and they go off into the living room. Dinner is an Italian sausage and potato soup Paul made. It smells wonderful. The microwave whirs and the smell fills the kitchen. Stools at the breakfast bar make my butt cheeks itch as I shift around. I should probably be wearing pants.

I grab a snack from the pantry and munch on the couch.

“Identity theft is not a joke, Jim,” says Dwight.

A few episodes have gone by when Zeus and Mars come and stare at me.

“Do you need to go out?”

They run out the back door and do their business while I stand on the porch. It’s cool out and my hairs stand up. The silence around the yard is strange, but I know they’re out there. From the shadows they come bounding back to the porch and up the ...