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Subject: {ASSM} House Sitter
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Date: Wed, 30 Sep 2015 11:10:02 -0400
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House Sitter
 
    The log cabin house sits in rural  Dutchess County, just outside of Red 
Hook.  A huge single family on a five  acre lot.  Lots of privacy and well 
landscaped.  And it is mine, at  least for a few days.  One of the perks of 
having friends.  My friend  Lorie and her husband off for a few days down at 
the New Jersey Shore and I have  the privilege of house sitting.  Locking 
the gate as they pull out of the  driveway.
    Wandering around the lower floor,  familiar with the house from past 
opportunities to be away from the bustle and  enjoy the solitude of country 
living.
    A few hours into my sitting job and a  text about the heavy traffic on 
the Garden State Parkway.  Well they are  well away now and not going to 
turn back for any reason. 
    Relaxing as I wander into the  kitchen.  No real defining lines of one 
room to another in this open  planned house.  Taking out a bottle of wine, 
and filling a long stemware  glass with a white zinfandel.  Sitting on the 
leather sofa in the main room  and hitting the remote to turn on the TV, then 
finding a DVD of the Bodyguard  and tucking my legs under me as I sip the 
wine and watch one of my favorite  movies.  After second glass of wine, tiring 
of the movie and the  wine.
    Finding my carryall and taking out a  bottle of Johnny Walker Double 
Black Scotch.  Uncapping it and filling up a  water glass with the caramel 
colored liquid.  Sitting down on the floor in  front of the DVD cabinet and 
looking at the various titles of the movies looking  for something to catch my 
eye as I sit sipping scotch. 
    A sigh, as I hear a bark  outside.  Walking downstairs to the basement 
and opening the door for El  Cid.  Quite a dog and security for this 
establishment.  The Spanish  Mastiff, standing chest high on me, as I rub his head 
and say hello to my good  friend.  Kneeling down by him and slowly going 
over his fur to check for  any ticks.  The coat thick as he patiently waits for 
me to be done.   Then heading to his bowls of water and dry food.  I guess 
a few hours of  running around the fields will work up and appetite.
    Watching as he consumes a vast  quantity of food.  Thankful that I just 
house sit with him and don't have  to pay his feed bill.  Checking his paws 
and wiping them with a towel to  make sure they aren't muddy.
    Then climbing back up to the main  floor of the log cabin.  When I 
think of log cabin, I think of a rustic  place with a dirt floor.  This has all 
wood walls polished as well as the  floor.  Even in the location in the 
county, it has to go for a good half  million with the acres of property, if not 
much more.
    Finding my glass and adding some  depth to my drink, I settle down on 
the floor and look in the video cabinet  again, finding a stack of home 
videos.  Riffling through them, the videos  with accompanying pictures of 
vacations and events, some going back to when  Lorie first got married. 
    Not sure I want to see all those  moments caught on the cameras eye, 
that drag not in boring repetition.  But  hoping to find something to fill in 
some time.  The pictures interesting as  they age gracefully, hoping I have 
done the same in the past twenty years since  we been friends.
    Putting them back and pulling out a  plastic box marked "HS".  Undoing 
the lid and taking out the first video  and looking at the date marked on it 
and the accompanying  pictures.
    A gasp of shock as I slowly move from  one picture to the next of the 
half dozen.  My chest pumping hard, as I  reach for my drink and down it in 
one long swallow, then pulling myself up and  dropping in an ice cube and 
filling the glass again.  El Cid lifting his  head from where he is snoozing to 
watch me, as I pad around barefoot and then  kneel down in front of the 
cabinet again.  Lifting up the box to set beside  me on the sofa as I look at 
the disks and pictures.  "My gawd, I can't  believe that they have videotaped 
this."  My hearting thumbing in my chest  harder as I look at the still 
shots that must have been taken off the security  cameras.  Who would think a 
camera indoors, and especially outdoors could  pick up such a explicit 
picture. 
    The list of videos and pictures going  back a couple years, must be 
giving spice to Lorie and her husband's sex  life.  Shifting on the sofa, 
finding my shorts and tank top a bit tight as  I finish looking through the 
pictures.  My nipples hard pebbles under my  braless top, and my labia fat lips 
of sensation as they rub against the crotch  of my thong.  I can't believe I 
am getting excited like this.  My body  belaying the shame of looking at 
those obviously hand picked pictures from the  videos.
    Finishing my glass of scotch and  walking to find my bottle, knowing I 
am getting a little tipsy as my bare feet  move in a non-straight line to 
the bottle.  Wiggling my fingers as El Cid  lifts his head from his dreams of 
chasing rabbits through the fields.   Grasping the neck of the bottle and 
moving to the linen closet to grab a towel  and trace a crooked route back to 
the sofa.
    Slipping my shorts off as I set the  towel beneath my seat on the sofa. 
 Settling in and riffling through the  collection of pictures and finding 
the corresponding DVD and placing it in the  controlling unit.  Pouring more 
into my glass and sitting cross legged,  slipping my thong to the left side 
to expose my two fat lips.  Moaning  softly at the feel of my fingers 
against the hot swollen tissue.  Not able  to resist, running my index finger 
along the soft ridges of my slit, feeling the  wetness coating my finger pad as 
it gently presses the inner sides of my  lips.
    Queueing the video I wish to  see,  watching as the clothing slides to 
the floor, revealing the nude  woman standing in the middle of the floor.  
The big screen TV showing every  perfection and imperfection of her body, as 
she kneels down on the floor and  spreads her legs wide, her fingers moving 
to push into her pussy.  Hearing  an audio moan as the fingers work in and 
out of the obviously moist hole, her  legs rocking on her knees as she feeds 
her knifing fingers deep into her hole  again and again.
    Then watching as the male organ  shoves between her thighs from behind, 
her fingers guiding it into her  pussy.  A loud groan as her ass shifts and 
pushes back to make contact and  take the shaft to the maximum.  The wet 
slapping of flesh and grunting and  groaning the only audio.  I guess you 
really don't need vocalization to  understand what this is about.  The hard 
fucking going for a good four or  five minutes, the woman slowly sinking lower, 
her head resting on the floor as  the conclusion is very near.  Then a long 
whimper from the woman as she is  filled with seed,  her body crumpled 
folded forward as she stays in place  as the cock slips free.  A view of her fat 
juicy cunt centered and then the  bubbling ooze of the cum oozing from her 
nasty and somewhat gaped  pussy. 
    Audibly whimpering with her as I  watch the spillage of seed from her 
body.  My fingers slapping against my  swollen pussy lips and the small 
button of my pearl.  So wanting to cum as  she did, as I try to force an orgasm 
to meet hers.    My fingers  greasy with my juices as work them frantically 
over the slippery  tissue.
    My face warm and flushed as I break  from my revelry of bliss and hear 
the sound of a growl.  Feeling the cool  wet nostrils pushing against my 
legs as I sit akimbo.  The big head,  pressing into my lap, into my groin.  The 
skin of my leg tickling with the  touch of the fur, as I visibly jump as 
the long thick tongue finds the wet  folds.  My eyes going wide, as I futilely 
push at El Cid's head, trying to  cover my leaking orifice. 
    The tongue swiping over and around my  hands, as I try to push his 
massive head away.  In spite of my  protestations and efforts to shoo him, my 
body is responding to the sloppy wet  tongue.  My efforts weaker and weaker, 
as I finally just lay back and let  the wide thick tongue slide over and into 
my cunt, caressing it with a touch I  have never felt from another.  
Thinking to myself how sick I am as I pet  his head as my body lifts off the towel 
and offers my nasty snatch to his  ministrations. 
    Fingers twisted into his fur, still  trying to half hearted pull him 
away, as I close my eyes and with a long gurgle  of sound, lift and thrust my 
hole against his mouth.  My juices coating his  tongue and face with my 
skank, as I feel my. walls contract hard and hold and  then quivering again and 
again as I cum on his tongue.  My face and chest  flushing with heat and 
color, as I let this dog take my cunt with his  tongue.  Writhing helplessly as 
he continues to tongue my leaking cunt, my  pearl so sensitive now as the 
tongue slides over and against the hard throbbing  button.
    My arms straining to push him away as  I ride another smaller, shorter 
orgasm.  Finally able to push my weak legs  to the floor and quivering with 
pleasure as I make it to the center of the room  and fall to my knees and 
hands.  Imitating the pose of the woman in the  video.  My legs trembling as I 
spread them wide.
    A loud "oomph" as I feel the weight  of the 200+ plus pound dog as his 
paws bend the center of my lower back.   Bracing with one arm as I work one 
then the other paw off of my back.  His  hind end wiggling against the back 
of my thighs, as he pushes that long thick  cock against my inner thighs and 
then swollen cunt lips.  My one hand again  reaching between my legs to 
guide him into my body.  Eyes going wide, as  the girth, spreads my walls 
apart.  My flesh sheathing his cock,  a  long low whimper of need escaping my 
pursed lips. 
    Thighs tensing as he impales my body  with the long red slick prick.  
HIs piston strokes working my insides as I  squeeze hard on his ugly cock.  
Holding and releasing, working his cock, my  knees sliding on the polished 
wood floor.  His tapping back paws walking me  across the room as I try to 
brace with two hands, lowering my head to the floor  again in imitation of 
woman in the video.
    My cunt spasming before, I feel the  fat knob of the Mastiff, pressing 
against and lodging at the opening of my  cunt.  Panting and hissing as I 
feel the flesh being stretched.   Filling my body with his cock and then the 
spray of his seed, as he holds me  tight with his front paws, digging and 
furrowing the flesh of my abdomen.   A long minute or more of his knob just 
inside my cunt and then feeling him  pulling back, turning till we are back to 
back and then pulling his cock free  with wet squishy sound.  Feeling the 
thin cum slipping from my bruised cunt  lips, wetting my labia and thighs and 
forming a puddle on the  floor.
    Mewling softly as I fall to the  floor, squeezing my thighs tight as I 
feel another spasm and another as I rock  back and forth, mashed cunt lip 
oozing more of the thin seed from El Cid's  bitch.  The tapping of the paws, a 
vibration against the floor as I lay  back on the floor eyes closed.  A 
well used piece of ass for the massive  canine.  My nipples aching with 
sensation as I fold my arms over my  breasts.  My cunt lips sore and greasy with a 
combination of  moistures.
    Opening my eyes as I spread my legs  and gently  massage between my 
ruined thighs.  A loud sigh of  satisfaction.  My eyes focusing at the ceiling 
and the red eye of the  camera centered on me.  LIfting my legs and 
spreading them apart, exposing  the red, bruised and swollen tissue of my pubes and 
the stream of cum oozing  from the mushy folds of my cunt.
    Then slamming my legs closed with a  wet sound, as I push myself up 
from the floor.  Looking at El Cid over in a  corner on his blanket, licking at 
the still wet and glistening red tip of his  cock.  Thinking as I crawl 
back to the sofa watching as the small camera  tracks my movement, that now 
they have one more video of the House Sitter being  fucked by El 
Cid............another long strong drink of scotch as I recover to  clean up the mess made 
by El Cid and his bitch...........
    
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