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Dog House Maid

Part one: The First Week

Author's useless notes:

I was just looking through some bestiality (Partially from boredom, partially from random hornyness), and this random thought popped into my head, turned me on, so I thought I'd give it a shot. Passion in the Dark, released only days before this came into "production", seems to be getting a good number of 5/5, favs, and cums, so I felt encouraged about my writing ability's, and thought I would put this onto a few pieces of meaningless digital paper and see what happened.

And now, the legal-ish shit...

If you are under your states legal age of consent to view adult material, such as porn, pornographic text/adult text, then please go backwards via that back button in your browser. If you offended by the contents of this page, its your own damn fault for continuing to read, AFTER what it contains. It contains a lot of all. If you wish to redistribute this work, please give all due credit to the author, as I worked my ass off on this. I give what quality I can to my readers. I do not, however, care if you save this on your computer via a text document. Published edits, however, will result in an ass kicking. The same goes for near exact replicas. IF, however, you get an idea for something to write as a fellow author, give me credit for the general idea, put it at the top of your story, and do whatever the hell you want with the story. Please and thank you.

And, now that that's over, the contents. ~VVV~ If you did NOT read the legal-ish shit, read above. ~^^^~

Or else there is a boot coming for your ass. I'm fucking serious, read it. I don't wanna get sued.

Contains the following:

Bestiality (Animal lovin's)

Anal

Oral

Deepthroating

Cervical Penetration (Love for ze inner chambers. Note, it doesn't hurt in my story's.)

Humans (Ze no fur...ries. Things.)

Anthromorphics: Leopards, wolves, huskys, bull dogs, lions, lizards, etc.

Lycanthropes/Werewolves (Those big ass full moon wolven peoples.)

Deep Penetration (Hit 'em hard and hit 'em deep.)

Animal Anatomy (Duh)

Nudity (Super duh)

Semi-Rape (As in, someone who is either disgusted by what they are doing at first, or doesn't like it, but turns out to enjoy it in the end.)

Cum Enemas (Clean out your intestines with a good cum load)

Toys (Self lovin's)

Explicit Material (As if this needs to be said. ~:Points above.:~)

Please note that these will be put out thorough the story series. Yes, this is a series.

You have been warned. No complaining, constructive criticism is much appreciated. Just don't be an ass.

Oh, and FYI, anthromorphics in my story's are generally the same height as humans unless otherwise stated.

And yes, I babble sometimes.

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Ellie Dorman, the newest maid at the large, impressive mansion, never knew what she had signed when she wrote down her name in her usual big, loopy letters on that contract. That oh so binding contract. The one piece of paper that kept her there.

She was a simple minded, eager nineteen year old that wanted her first actual job. Her mother was out of town for a while, and it had snowed hard where she had gone, so she got stuck in the town over. Freakishly, her daughters town didn't see so much as a unique flake of snow. It still bewildered her, but after her first week at home alone, the food supply started to run low and the emergency money had been spent on pizza, movies, and party supplies. This had, in fact, ruined her.

She needed a job, and she had gotten one. Unfortunately, she had gotten the wrong one. She had gotten the house that she needed, of course, but she never read the fine print. That damned fine print. If she had read that type, she would have walked out, disgusted, spitting on the large husky's shoes on her way out of the beautiful mansion.

Her job was... different, to say the least. And she regretted it, but, to her surprise, she found herself enjoying it every once in awhile. Her main job was to clean the mansion, make sure everything in her area was tidy, squared, and everything and everyone well kempt and okay. She was even taught some basic medical, just in case. There was the odd accident, although it was rare, and she was sometimes called upon to make an emergency repair of someone's face, foot, and even once, someone's ear lobe. That one, was difficult.

Beyond that, she wasn't taught much, but her paycheck was VERY large. The property owner was the sponsor, founder, and buyer of many a company, fast food chains, etc . Even his stature was impressive. He was a large husky, a good seven foot tall. His fur was a near perfect sleek black, beautifully cleaned and done, only sullied by a large white patch on his chest and a small diamond of matching white fur on his forehead. If not for that he'd make the perfect assassin for night assignments. His shoulders were equal to his stature, large and broad, but not overly so. He was muscled as well, the corded muscle running in ropes down his forearms, biceps , legs and neck. They were not fore front or overly large, giving him a strong, chiseled, yet thin and handsome appearance, and, she was ashamed to say, part of the reason that she had taken up the job so eagerly.

She figured that she had hit the real dream job. A massive paycheck, little to do, other then wiping a duster over things that happened needed it, and giving the odd patchwork job on someone's arm. Beyond that, she even got a place to stay when she felt like it or needed to. Her room was well made, furnished, heated and cooled. To her, it was the dream life. Until about midway through the first week.

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She was bent forwards slightly, running her usual feather duster over and between some old pots, Indian, hand made and beautifully made, complicated swirls and designs twirling around in almost dancing patterns across the clay pot. She was briefly captivated by it, looking at it in wonder. She had never really seen real live antiques...

The land owners German Sheppard, stationed behind her, had seen enough of everything in the mansion. The new helping hand, however, was much to his interest. She had wandered down the hall, cleaning every thing that he watched over daily. It had been five days, and there hadn't been a female animal in heat for at least two weeks.

His coat was a deep, rich black in the back from his middle down, right to the tip of his tail, the light almost seeming to be sucked into it. From his middle up he was a shaggy dirt brown, just as thick as his back. His fur was long and thick, yet nicely groomed, almost demanding to be hugged and cuddled. Which he normally was, by his master's friend's younger children and the odd girly teenager. Otherwise, it was a few pats and praises from the more mature guests.

The young Ellie in front of him was a human, white skinned American girl with jet black hair that went down to her shoulder blades, carefully brushed and straitened to shine in the light, almost like the German Sheppard's backside behind her. She had a thin build, almost lanky, but she was certainly not a skeleton. Some of her more attractive features were her almost motherly hips, and her D-cup breasts. She was, to say the least, quite developed for her age. The standard maids uniform that she wore was generally well filled out at her chest, and her skirt wasn't all that empty either. She had an almost hourglass figure, giving her quite the attraction. Already she had been groped twice (Which she had promptly smacked away), and uncountable amount of whistles. She had reported them her employer, and he said that he would deal with them. Two days later, it happened again. She had slapped the hand once more, this time giving a withering glare, even though it was someone else.

That was one day ago that the male, a red furred fennec, had grabbed her breast, giving her a squeeze. She had tried to put it behind her, without much luck, but she continued on anyway, doing her usual route in the west wing of the impressive building. She had enjoyed Butch, the German Sheppard that guarded this section. Giving him the odd pat to keep him happy, she went on her way, smiling to him. She had always liked dogs, just about any kind. She once owned a bull dog, which she happily kept two years, then a very small beagle that she had watched for a friend. She was at home with dogs... and this particular one was at home with the fact that she was there to stay.

As she was still ogling the artifact, giving a soft cooing sound before she began to wipe over it with a feather duster, eyes never leaving the designs. He leaned forward. He sniffed at her upraised skirt slightly. No panties. The smell of her sex was so close...

She was usually the good girl in school... She was bisexual, she got straight A's and B's, her form was impressive. She actually hadn't had sex but two months ago, and that was once. She had promptly dumped her boyfriend two days later. He not only cheated on her, but spread the rumor that he had fucked her everywhere, all night long. That had completely ruined her school reputation, even though her closer friends were helping to remove the rumor. Without much success. A bit of dirt on the good girl was always tasty among the school.

She had promptly removed herself slightly. She wasn't a virgin, for sure. It was a hell of a long night. But nor was she going to be loose for anyone else that snaked their way into her pants. Butch could smell this easily. The last maid had promptly left two days after he had taken her for the second time. He would make sure that THIS one was perfectly ready.

Her eyes widened as her thighs give a quiver, before clamping closed as she stood up straight, quickly turning, ready to beat the person that had wet their palm and run it over her crotch. But she didn't see anyone. Except for Butch. Looking down, she gave a shiver.

"H-h-hello Butch... w-what.... What are you doing?" She asked, grabbing the front of her skirt and trying to push it down over her crotch. She had heard about bestiality. It disgusted her, and to have one of her favorite Sheppard's licking at her crotch... She blushed badly, trying to cover herself better as Butch gave a whine, his ears flattening to his head as he looked up at her.

She leaned back against the table on which she was just cleaning, her thighs giving a light shiver. Butch whined again before leaning down, nuzzling into her knee and lower thigh.

"B-Butch! N-no, bad!" She said, pushing his head away with a hand. This was met with more whines from Butch, his ears flattening against his head. He went against the motion, however, pushing his head back and raking his tongue across her right knee. This was met with a shiver from Ellie, making her bite her lower lip. It had been months since she had sex, and she did love it, even if she just had it once...

She shook her head to clear the thoughts out of her mind, pushing his head to her right again, trying to keep him from her crotch. She then turned once more, giving a shiver and quickly finishing the dusting of the table, before turning and walking down the hall to the mirror placed farther down. Butch simply walked back to his spot, whining again.

She briskly walked down the hall, a hard blush on her face as she felt the oddly cool air on her now slightly dampened pussy. She kept her head low as she walked, her slippers brushing on the carpeted floor slightly as she continued on. She stopped when she came to the mirror, quickly running over it with the feather duster. Inspecting it closely to make sure that it was clean, she gave a sigh, shaking her head and working over the desk, sweeping it over from side to side with the duster.

She started to lose herself, go into her own mind, as she usually did when she did her job. It was part of the reason that she enjoyed it so much. It gave her time to zone out, to think about her life and what to do next. She didn't even notice as Bruce waggled his way down the hall once more, panting slightly. She was standing up straight this time, but that wasn't a problem. Her eyes were glazed over slightly, a clear indication that she was either staring into time and space, she was a zombie, or she was zoning out in her own little world.

Bruce decided to take his chances.

She yelped, quickly turning around as she felt herself suddenly get a good deal wetter. Bruce was sitting there, panting, sitting on his haunches, ears raised. She visibly shivered from the feeling she got from his tongue, still lingering on her pussy, which was slowly starting to fuel itself, much to her surprise. Surely she wasn't actually... ENJOYING his tongue on her? He was a dog!

Her loins were saying otherwise. She felt that fire already starting to burn, making her whimper slightly as she looked down at Bruce. She honestly didn't want to get turned on by this animal, but... she couldn't help herself. Bruce simply looked back up at her, ears raised and panting slightly, tongue hanging out of the front of his mouth like his race was famous for. He did look... KIND of cute, she had to admit. And that tongue did look like it could do a number on her pleasure...

She gave a shudder, wondering whether or not that she should even be thinking about the idea of it. She then mentally stamped her foot. 'I'll ONLY let him lick me... That's it.' She thought to herself defiantly. She looked down at him, his still happy face looking back to her. She had to smile slightly, unable to help it as she reached down and patted his cheek gently. She then released her hold on her skirt, if a bit timidly, and leaned back, placing her hands on the desk behind her. She bit her lower lip as she watched him lean forward, sniffing at her skirt and what lay underneath. Then, suddenly, sticking his nose under the skirt, she gasped, feeling his tongue run over her slit.

Her knee's buckled slightly at that first lick, that long rough tongue running over her snatch, eliciting a gasp from her. Bruce ignored it, pressing his nose to her crotch and lapping hungrily at her. Her eyes widened at that, and she gave a small squeal of delight and surprise. She was already starting to have second thoughts, her mouth opened wide as she felt his tongue and nose sending electric shocks through her entire body as she felt that nose rub against her clitoris. That thought was slowly dissipating, however, as she felt his tongue lap at her folds, making her throw her head back in bliss.

She loved it, and she loathed to admit it. This dog, this... animal, was sending her into wave after wave of bliss, and there was no way that she could deny it. She leaned back against the desk, using the middle of her back and her elbows to hold her up as the dog began to almost expertly eat her out. Her juices were flowing onto Bruce's tongue, and he seemed to quite enjoy that, lapping at her to get more of her. She felt like her knee's were about to give out from the waves of pleasure she was getting from him.

After a few more licks to her nether lips, she did. She fell down to her knee's, griping the sides of her skirt tightly, holding it up slightly as Bruce never missed a beat, lowering his head to her crotch level and continuing to lick. She was in another world of bliss, feeling herself giving a twitch of pleasure. She could feel her release coming at her like a brick wall on a semi truck, and she did nothing to stop it, completely forgetting her shame as she leaned her back and shoulders against the dresser.

Her hips began to buck in urgency as she tried to ride the dogs muzzle, her orgasm so close. She could feel the pleasure washing over her, so nearly pushing her over the edge. But not quite. She still needed that one bit of stimulation, which came in the form of Bruce's hot breath on her engorged clit, and the bump from his cold nose, making her cry out in bliss as that semi truck of pleasure finally rammed her hard. Her orgasm sent her rolling moaning loudly as she fell onto her left side, fingers clutching at the carpeted floor.

Bruce had stopped lapping at her folds at that point, but her orgasm didn't stop, waves of pure bliss passing over her. She hated to admit it, but she had never came that hard before. The most she could get when she was alone with her toys was a few moans of pleasure and an arched back. Even her boyfriend hadn't done THAT. She laid there, panting hard for breath as she wriggled slightly, unaware of Bruce looking over her.

She was, however, aware of him when she felt his tongue on her pussy. Apparently he had moved to her back side, as his tongue was farther down her pussy, nearing the very base of her slit. She gave a long, shuddering moan as she was licked again and again. After a few licks, something changed, and her moan turned from just that, to a high pitched shriek as her puckered bud became a little wet.

Apparently some of her juices had slithered down her crotch, in her crack and over her ass hole, which Bruce was now fervently seeking out, lapping at her tight little bud over and over again, trying to get the juices trapped there, and it was driving her nuts.

She had always considered anything to do with her back passage to be disgusting, unless she was seated over a toilet where nothing was visible. Having her ass hole licked, was beyond disgusting to her. And yet... she found it EXTREMLY arousing. Her back arched as she moaned, her nerves thoroughly destroyed at that point. And yet she loved it, even going as far as to press her backside closure to the dog lapping at her naughtiest of places.

Her hole flexed and relaxed as she was skillfully licked by the large dog, a slurping noise heard from her behind. She couldn't believe she was letting herself be used like this, licked at her puckered bud, and, to that extent, LOVING it! Her pussy however, said otherwise, screaming out for more.

She closed her eyes tightly, gritting her teeth and whimpering in pleasure as she was licked in one of her most taboo places. After a few moments, she managed to roll onto her knee's, turning her head and pressing her cheek to the ground. She was hotter then she ever had been before, and she knew exactly why, even if she loathed to admit it. When Bruce stopped licking her at the movement, she wiggled her ass in the air, whimpering again. Her eyes widened, however, as she felt something much different then the pleasure tongue of Bruce behind her. Instead, she heard the slap of a pair of furred hands clasping onto her ass cheeks, making her shriek and leap forward.

She fell flat on her stomach, a laugh heard behind her. A deep male laugh.

"Well, isn't that cute! A little surprised at a more sentient touch?" The male said, laughing. As she looked up, her eyes widened at the sight. Above her was one of the guards at the mansion, a medium build fox. He was a little more muscular then the average fox, but not by much, standing at 6'2, a little tall. At any other time, she would have considered him handsome, most of his fur a bright red while his neck, chest and belly were a pure white.

"W-what are you doing?! G-get away from m-me!" She retorted, moving to sit up, getting onto all fours in order to do so. Big mistake.

The fox leaned down, grinning, running a tongue from her sore clit right to the base of her slit. She cried out, her thighs quivering as she shivered. That made her pause, which gave the fox just enough time to slither under her. He fell onto his back, pushing with his legs and sliding himself under her shaking body. Her eyes widened as she heard the sound of a zipper being undone, and then the feeling of her nether lips being rubbed by a large cock tip.

She couldn't believe that she was about to be used by a damn fox! And yet, his pointed dog cock like tip told her that she was going to take him, and she was going to enjoy it. His tip slid up and down her dripping lips, forcing her to give a low moan and rock her hips slightly. Her skirt was still slid up her back, exposing her lower regions to the invading length.

Then, suddenly, she cried out was she was penetrated hard, a hand on her hip and raise of the foxes own forcing his cock knot deep into her. Her back arched and her mouth opened wide, making her quiver from the overload of pleasure. She hadn't been penetrated in months, so she was still extremely tight, making the fox below her growl in pleasure. Her mind momentarily buzzed, the fox began to slowly push himself in and out of her, making her whimper and moan with each contact of his knot against her pussy lips.

Slowly, her mind came back to the real world, where she bore the full front of pure, unbridled pleasure from the cock and knot using her. She loved it. Every little nerve inside of her soaked pussy was alight with fire and life, making her groan loudly. The fox below her was panting, not expecting what he thought to be just another willing slut to be so tight on his aching dick. His cock throbbed, spurting pre deeply into her passage, slicking her further, if that was even possible.

Her juices coated his prick and balls, making them shine slightly and matting his fur to his form. They both loved it, even if only one was able to admit it. She couldn't understand the fact that she was allowing this... and loving it. She was practically being raped by a dog and a fox anthromorphics, and yet, she couldn't get enough of either of them.

She gave a small squeal, however, as she jumped forward a bit, her back arching as she felt Bruce come up from behind her and lick at her puckered hole. Her eyes widened then, as she felt an unusual weight on her back as Bruce jumped onto her, hooking his front legs in the crook of her thighs where they met her groin. She was confused, before her eyes widened. She could feel his hard prick thrusting at her, jabbing at her thighs and groin as her pussy was deliciously used below her.

She began to squirm and wriggle as the fox ignored her struggles. "L-let me go! Get out, h-he's trying to fu-" She couldn't manage to finish her sentence as she felt his tip hook in her hole slightly as her hips were lowered by the thrusting foxes hands. She couldn't believe it, he was HELPIING the dog get into her ass! A rage boiled in her, before it was pushed aside by excruciating pain, making her cry out, her back arch, and her backside to clench around the painfully stiff member now halfway lodged into her backside.

Tears began to roll down her cheeks as she threw her head back, mouth opened wide. Bruce was forced to stop from thrusting deeper as she clenched hard on his member. She could feel them, both of them, one moving, one wanting to move, rubbing against her constantly in her almost painfully tight twin tunnels. She was loving it, yet hating it beyond belief.

The fox couldn't believe it. He was sure that he was fucking a virgin, or something damn near one. The cock rubbing against his own, held back by a slim wall of warm, hugging flesh was driving him mad, practically forcing him to shove deeper and deeper into her. His knot was kissing her nether lips with each thrust, making her cry out almost pitifully.

She began to slowly relax, allowing the whining dog above her to begin thrusting in and out of her as the pain began to subside. And then it hit her. Both of her holes were being brutally used... and her quick and painfully sharp orgasm was about to hit her, looming over her like a tidal wave. Her butt felt so... so.... GOOD! She loved it, even though it was tearing her apart. The feeling of the cock pounding in and out of her pussy, knot pressing against her and the feral dog cock in her ass just... set her off.

Her eyes closed and began to water, feeling like screaming from the overload as she came. She clenched on them both hard, making him squeak and Bruce shift uncomfortably.

"H-hey, lady, could you loosen up a bit?" He asked, giving a small gasp as he was forced to stop thrusting. She didn't respond, simply quivering above him, twitching every once in awhile.

After a few moments, she began to slowly loosen and relax once more as her orgasm came to a very slow halt. The fox began to thrust once more, Bruce doing the same, making her quiver and moan out loudly. She was loving it, continuing to quiver, her back remaining arched and her mouth wide open like the whore she felt like, both of her holes being taken and used. She began to pant, hard, her chest heaving. That, however, attracted the attention of the fox below her. His hands came up and began to grope and rub at her breasts, kneading at them with her fingers. She shivered, looking down at him.

"W-what do you think you're doing?..." She asked quietly, not quite able to pick up her voice. The fox simply grinned, kneading at her more as he thrust in and out of her pussy, hips rocking. Her breasts were sensitive, making her moan loudly, breathing hard and deep.

A few moments later, however, the fox got bored with simply kneading at her, reaching up and grabbing the top of her uniform. There was a string of buttons down the center, which was the way that it came on and off. Most importantly to him at that point, was the off part. Her eyes closed as he began to undo each of the buttons in turn. She simply closed her eyes tightly, her mouth hanging wide open as she shivered, moaning loudly. She couldn't quite understand just why she was letting them do this.. But either way, even if she DID want to stop them, there was probably nothing that she could do.

The male below her had finally wriggled his fingers in between her breasts through the newly made V in her shirt. A moment later, however, she quickly looked down as a tearing sound was heard, the rest of her generously sized bust coming into view as the lower buttons of her shirt went flying, allowing it to hang open. Her nipples were hard and erect from the fucking, licking and groping, making her blush hard. She moaned loudly, however, wriggling a bit to her best ability, speared on the two thick lengths in side of her.

His hands once more grabbed onto her breasts, making her bite her lower lip, giving a low moan once more. His fur and hand pads gently caressed and rubbed her already sweat dampened skin, making her bite her lower lip harder in order to stop moaning like a complete whore. Goosebumps prickled at her skin as she felt her third orgasm coming near her, the world around her starting to flow from her vision in a shower of black. She felt the distinct howl, however, as the male below her suddenly got frantic in his thrusts, before slamming himself into her, spreading her pussy wide with his knot as it quickly inflated. Just as his seed began to spray directly into her womb, she realized with a start, as he had pushed through her cervix in he knotted, she felt Bruce give a similar howl and spread her abused asshole wide with his knot and begin to spray his own seed.

The moment she came as they knotted, her world gave and she fell unconscious.

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She awoke with a start, giving a jerk before a long, pained groan, lifting her head. Her eyes opened and she looked around. Below her was a small puddle of cum, three kinds, soaking her uniform, skin, and, much to her partial, hidden delight, her nether regions. It had crusted slightly, letting her know that it had been some time since she had been fucked. Her holes were stretched almost painfully so, which was probably where the throbbing headache came from. That, or the trio of quick, unbelievably strong orgasms.

She slowly got onto her hands and knee's, rolling from her side, before shakily standing. Her nipples were soft once more, and still standing out from the open V in her shirt. Reaching down, she pushed them back into her top and began to button the shirt back up from where the fox had torn it.

Making herself relatively decent, by buttoning up her shirt and pushing her lifted and crumpled skirt down, she gave a quick look around, before going off to get a new shirt from her dorm. She passed several guards with a heavy blush on her face. They looked at her oddly when they smelled her, then grinned when they passed, knowing exactly what had happened only moments before.

The moment she was through her dorm door, she closed it behind her, giving a deep set sigh and leaning against the door, before sliding down it. She sat on the floor, legs bent and spread slightly, her back against the door.

Just as she felt that she was about to break down, she heard the sound of dogs feet padding across the carpeted floor of her room. Her eyes widened as she saw yet another dog, this one an average sized, cute Labrador. It padded up to her, and she noticed that there was a red bow around its neck with a card attached to it. She reached over and plucked it from its loosely done string and opened it up. Inside, it was a simple message.

Hello miss Dorman. This Labrador that you see before you by the name of Sally is going to be your personal cle-

She stopped reading and gave a jump, quickly looking down and giving a small squeal as Sally began to lick at her cum coated crotch and puckered bud. It felt wonderful, having herself cleaned by the dog that was, apparently, now hers. As she was cleaned, quite thoroughly, her cheeks somehow becoming redder, she once again picked up the card.

Personal cleaner. I already know of your little "adventure" and thought I'd send Sally down to stay with you. Feel free to have her follow you around. She should also clean up the little messes left from wherever you happen to have a little fun.

I suggest that you take her to the hallway immediately to clean up the puddle you left.

Mister Helfken.

She simply dropped the card and threw her head back at the end of it, crying out as she came hard, spraying Sally's muzzle with her juices. The Labrador licked her nose clean, then backed away and panted happily. After a few moments, she shakily stood, reaching forward and patting Sally's head.

"G-good girl, good girl..." She murmured, before moving to the nearby mahogany dresser and opening the top right of eight drawers. Mister Helfken didn't spare much when it came to his employee's comfort. Looking through it a moment, she then pulled out another maids top and set it on top of the dresser in front of the mirror, before once more undoing her broken, disheveled top and tossing it onto the nearby bed. She looked at herself in the mirror a moment, before reaching up and gently cupping her breasts. Giving a soft moan and biting her lower lip, she began to fondle herself, shifting a bit in place.

After a moment, however, she reached forward and slid into the top before buttoning it up, never bothering with a bra. She then reached down and smoothed out her skirt before turning and walking to the door. Sally was still there, watching her. Reaching down, she undid the bow before opening the door.

"Come on girl, lets go." She cooed, walking outside and patting her thigh, Sally obediently following. She blushed once more, however, as a pair of wolves past, eyeing her up and making no attempt to hide it. She kept her head down and walked briskly back the way she had come, Sally following closely.

Half a minute later, she stopped, standing beside the white, slightly caked puddle that she had left. Sally left no time to spare, leaning down and starting to lap up the mess. She gave a sigh, leaning her head back slightly.

"What have I gotten into...?" She asked to herself quietly, closing her eyes. After a moment, she looked down, Sally nuzzling the side of her muzzle into her thigh, the puddle gone, presumably into the dogs stomach. She smiled faintly, reaching down and patting her cheek. She then gave a sigh, looking ahead a moment.

"I wonder what's next." She said to no one in particular, before turning and walking down the hall back to her room.

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To be continued....

Right now.

Yeah, yeah I went there. :P

Now keep fappin! Or rubbing... although I'm guessing that's rare.. Ish? If not.... Wow. New info o-o

Comment to tell me if that's rare or not. Or if their just selective. Or wha- Fuck it, just read and do whatever. Before I remove your boner. Or dry you up. OH GOD, READ!

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She blearily opened her eyes, sitting up a bit and looking around her well furnished bedroom. She had been there a week and a half... and already she had been used by a male fox, a dog, and lost her anal cherry to an animal. And BOTH at the same time. And the fact that her employer knew about it and even helped her go along with it by giving her her own "cum vacuum" that went by the name of Sally... She was in turmoil. She couldn't leave because of the contract and she didn't want to admit that she loved it, but what else was there to do?

After a few moments she sighed and stood. She was naked, preferring to go commando then to wear a nightgown or something to bed. Looking around a moment, she gave a sigh, walking to the nearby dresser and opening the top drawer. She opened it and took out a top before she blinked, looking at the note on the top of the dresser. Setting the top down, she picked it up and opened it. It was another note from her employer.

Hello once more miss Dorman.

I trust the you had a good sleep? If not, my apologies, and I understand. However, there is nothing to be done, as stated by your contract.

She blinked again, before giving a sigh. The contract. It had read that she was to live there until her term of a year was up, at which point she could stay longer or leave.

My apologies once more if that makes you uncomfortable, but, as stated, there is nothing to be done. There is going to be a new, slightly different routine that you are now to follow.

Morning:

1:Shower, brush teeth

2:Put on the new standard uniform, which is now fully stocked in place of the old one

She stopped reading a moment, looking over the new top. It was, in fact, different. It had a little more black, and the buttons in front were replaced by a zipper, and it looked to be nearly skin tight on her chest. Figures.

3:Come to my bed chambers at 11:00 AM

4:Follow orders as given, they will vary.

5:Go about usual route afterwards

6:Roam the mansion and do what you please until 12:00 PM

7:Go to the basement entrance

She sighed again, dropping the note onto the desk, before realizing that there might be something on the back. There was.

You will notice that there are no longer any panties or bra's in your drawers. The top will act as your bra, and panties will no longer be necessary unless told otherwise. You'll see why soon enough.

Mister Helfken

Dropping the note again on the dresser, she bent over and opened up her lower drawer, where her uniform skirt was placed. She jumped as she felt Sally's tongue wiping over her crotch and puckered bud, making her shudder and moan. She tried to ignore it as she began to look through the drawer, before pulling out a skirt. There was, true to his word, no panties or bra's anymore. Not that she ever wore any, but she liked the option.

After a moment, Sally stopped lapping at her, much to her displeasure, despite her conscious. Sally walked to the nearby bed and leaped up onto it, before curling up and closing her eyes. She had left Ellie in quite the flustered state from her licking, her bud wet and winking and her pussy dripping her juice. She quickly slipped on the skirt before slipping into the top, giving a sigh. The skirt was mostly the same, although it was a good deal shorter then before.

She looked to the nearby clock before she squeaked. It was already 10:56 AM! Quickly turning, she jogged out of her room, closing it behind her before nearly running down the hall. Luckily, most of the employee's were busy elsewhere, so she didn't meet anyone, much to her relief.

A few minutes later at 11:01 AM, she timidly turned the door to mister Helfkin's private room. Opening it, she stepped in to the low lighting.

"M-mister Helfkin? Sir?" She asked timidly, looking around as she closed the door behind her, stepping in. She jumped as she heard the nearby bathroom door open.

Helfkin stepped out, looking at her with a warm smile that would put most women under a spell. His fur was a pure, sleek black, not sullied by a single stray hair. He was in his prime, only at the age of thirty two, and he looked perfect. Slabs of muscle coated his form under his skin and form. He was buff, although he couldn't quite bend a steel bar. Although that hadn't been proven. His muzzle was slightly thicker then average, his teeth steel sharp and white. His eyes were a deep, swirling green, yet had the spark of intelligence in them. He wore a simple red bathrobe, tied around his waist with a red fluffy rope.

He nodded to her. "Hello miss Dorman. Thank you for coming. I notice that you received the new uniform." He said, indicating her clothing. She blushed, nodding and clasping her hands together in front of her, almost protectively.

He walked to the nearby bed, sitting on the edge of the plush, thick covers.

"So, do you know why I asked you here and put it into your new routine?" She shook her head in answer. He smiled, chuckling. "Well, Ellie.... You don't mind if I call you Elli, do you?" She once again shook her head, and he patted the spot beside him. "Come, sit."

She did so, timidly sitting beside his considerably taller form. After a moment, he looked at her.

"Now, I'm going to explain everything, and I want you to listen." She simply looked at him, bit her lower lip and nodded.

"Good. First off.... This isn't a normal mansion maid job, as I'm sure that you can tell. Now now, there isn't a reason to really blush. What happened yesterday in the hallway isn't the worst thing that's going to happen, trust me. In fact, I embrace those encounters here and encourage them." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "And I know that you like it... all of it, in a weird way. Now, this is going to be weird at first, but things are simply different. Sex in this mansion is like shopping outside of these walls."

She simply stared at him, continuing to blush horribly. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She was working.... In a sex mansion?!

"M-mister Hel-" He placed a finger on her lips.

"Please, call me Richard." He said, removing his finger, her blush becoming worse.

"M... Richard, w... why did you pick me to work here?" He simply smiled.

"Because I knew that you would like it."

She simply continued to blush. "Now, for the second reason that I asked you here." He says, before reaching down and undoing the bathrobe as he stood. As he did so, it dropped to the ground in front of her, making her eyes widen as she caught a full view of his backside. Then, when he turned, she got a more completely view of his swelling sheath, his red, pointed cock tip starting to already slip from his sheath tip.

He reached down, starting to run a finger around his tip as he watched her. "Well? I'm sure that you know what to do." He explained simply.

After a few moments, she finally got the general idea, leaning forward. She breathed in deeply, before running her tongue over the bottom of his quickly hardening shaft. He simply watched her as she gently licked at him over and over again, making him harden even faster then before.

"That's it, keep going..." He murmured, encouraging her. As he removed his finger from his tip, she leaned up and took it in between her lips, suckling on him lightly. He gave a moan, dripping pre inside of her mouth. Her tongue washed it around inside of her mouth a moment, tasting him, before slapping it against his tip as she began to slowly take more of him in her. He leaned his head back, smiling contently to himself as his hips slowly drove upward and into her, pressing his length further into her mouth.

She gave a small choking noise as he began to push into the back of her throat, but she quickly stopped in order to keep herself from choking. She took one last, deep breath, before dropping her head down on his prick completely. He gave a small cry at this, his hips giving a buck as her lips kissed his knot tightly. She gagged a bit, before again pushing it down.

Her hands came to gently grip at his thigh's, holding him in place and giving her something to hold onto to as she held him in her throat. Soon, however, she began to need air, feeling the burn in her throat. Ever so slowly, she began to pull her head off of him, dragging her tongue against him as she went.

It had been a REALLY long night with her boyfriend.

Once she had his tip in between her lips, she was going to push back down, when he pulled his hips back. She looked up at him, confused. He simply grinned, then nodded towards the bed.

"Alright, go on. Bend over the bed." He practically purred. She obediently stood, then turned and bent over the bed behind her, pressing her chest against the covers, a hard blush on her face. She had only managed to deep throat her ex boyfriend once, and even then it was just barely. She had gone down on him relatively easily! Her train of though, however, was a little disrupted as she gave a yelp, jumping a bit as she felt a hand come across her quite bare cheek. She had forgotten just how short the new skirts were. She could feel the lukewarm air flowing over or exposed pussy lips and just barely visible pink vulva. His attention, however, was not on her pussy.

Her back arched and her mouth opened wide as she felt his tongue run up between her exposed ass cheeks and lick over her opened pucker, making her give a small cry of pleasure. She could feel the warm air from his nose brush up and over her tail bone, making her shiver and writhe in pleasure as goose bumps appeared over her body. She shivered, groaning as she laid her cheek against the mattress as several more licks were delivered to her raised and opened ass.

It felt wonderful, even if she wasn't about to admit it. Much to her displeasure, if barely, his tongue slithered back into his mouth and she felt his tongue cease its constant breathing over her oh so sensitive lower cheeks. However, moments later, she quickly looked back, her eyes wide.

"M-Mr. Helfkin? W-what are you doinggggGGGHHH!!" Her sentence turned into a cry of pain as her backside was quickly penetrated, hard and deep. She hadn't even seen it coming. However, his length was still hard when he had stood behind her, and he knew exactly what he wanted. His length was, at that point, halfway inside of her asshole, her anal ring spread hard around it, red with blood just beneath the skin from the sudden penetration. She felt like her insides were being lit on fire and torn apart at the same time.

"M-Mr. Helfkin, please! P-pull out!" She gasped, clawing at the covers of the bed as tears formed in her eyes. A chuckle was heard above her as his hips began to slowly push in.

"Mmm... I'm afraid not Ellie... This is one of your morning duty's. Of course, from now on, you're going to have to come in as soon as I wake up, to take care of my... morning problem." He said after a pause, her tears starting to stream down her cheeks. She wasn't sure that she could take this once, let alone every day!

Her employer, however, had other ideas about what she could take. As she felt his knot touch her entrance, she couldn't help but give a small squeal as she realized just how deep he was inside of her. His girth was impressive, to say the least, and she could feel every little inch and curve of it on her insides. She could feel him deep inside of her, reaching her bowels limit, throbbing and spreading her wide, painfully so. However, she could feel the pain starting to lighten, if only slightly so. Her sobbing was starting to lighten, and she could tell that that was what he was hoping for as he held still, although it was surely tough to do so, considering how tight she was.

And that's when she felt it. That rumbling in her backside caused by his throbbing and twitching dick, pre spewing into her rear. She looked up at him, her eyes wide. His face was screwed up in a little of extreme concentration. Her rear flexed on reflex, and that was it. His hips instantly began to drive himself in and out of her, making her cry out at the suddenly renewed pain. He hilted against her several times, knot slapping against her and making her pert little ass cheeks jiggle slightly with each thrust. She cried out finally, back arching hard.

Seconds later and he grabbed her ass cheeks roughly before slamming forward, pushing his knot into her. It quickly expanded, locking into her. Every inch of him was grinding against her insides, making her quiver in sheer... bliss? Surely she wasn't enjoying THIS! Her employer was using her ass hole and bowels for his own pleasure and she could feel her orgasm coming on. Maybe she got off on being used... But either way, she squealed loudly as she heard him howl above her and felt his seed suddenly emptying into her, shooting from his tip like a cannon and quickly filling her backside with his cum. Simply the mass amount of it was forcing her to raise her ass and arch her back, whimpering into the sheets as she suddenly came quick and hard, her pussy grasping at an object that wasn't there.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she suddenly collapsed, the darkness closing in on her vision, only held up by the still spewing cock in her ass hole.

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End Chapter 1: The First Week

13 pages. Wow. New record for me, I think. Comment and tell me if I need to add any tags that I missed. Thanks for reading.