The Ad

The Ad

The aroma of fresh brewing coffee fills the air as I remove the newspaper from under the orange tabby cat on the table and move to the large window seat overlooking a tiny, simple backyard. I sit cross legged on the oversized seat and open the paper.
“Can’t remember the last time I’ve done THIS” I say, to no one in particular, as the snoozing chocolate lab has all four legs in the air and he’s snoring into the couch and the cat is still in the same spot where the newspaper was, looking bored as always. As expected, the media circus has focused on some politic bigwig and trying very concernedly to evict him. I smile a little, as I smell the paper. It’s comforting, in a way and definitely nostalgic. An obnoxious noise from the kitchen tells me the coffee is ready. As I walk back to the kitchen, I hear my computer alert me about something work related (its the Jaws theme, good and ominous) and mentally slap myself for signing in. I don’t have to report to Phoenix for another week, and they are already harassing me for something probably not that critical. So I take my time preparing my coffee, dancing and swirling in the large open kitchen. My arms flailing about with the music makes my oversized shirt rise up and remind me I’m not wearing panties with a cool breeze. And the large center island is a fantastic dance partner, you can always count on it to stay in the exact same spot. I grab a croissant and put it in my mouth as I carry the coffee and my notebook to the desk near the window, Joanie Mitchell is now crooning “Blue” from a tiny speaker nearby. I can’t stop myself from humming along, croissant and all, as I cross the compact dining room, trying not to spill my coffee as I not-so-gracefully navigate the furniture. A glance to my left told me the dog was still snoring away on the sofa, but he has slid off of it just a little and his nose is nearly touching the floor now, steam appearing on the wood beneath him. Silly dog.
I sit, my flannel sleep shirt creeping too far up for comfort on a leather chair (that’s cold!) and remove the croissant as I wake up the laptop. Sure enough, just something that can be taken care of later, I send an email saying I’ll check it and get back to them. Good, time to find a pet sitter!
I’m an instructor for a large pharmaceutical company. I conduct seminars and host learning events for the sales staff and front desk associates in major cities all over the world, so I do a lot of traveling on a fairly regular basis. It makes it difficult with two pets, I’m home for three months then gone for two. I’ve tried getting friends/family to stay here and take care of the critters, but things get damaged/dirtied/ruined and I don’t feel like dealing with that anymore. Yesterday, a friend suggested that I look for someone who will take them into their home for an extended stay, versus months at a kennel facility. Apparently people are offering pet sitting services in private homes now, who knew? But as I live in a fairly rural part of Connecticut, a village really, people aren’t as technologically advanced as the rest of the world so a quick online search was fruitless. Hence the newspaper.
I skipped all the nonsense and got to the classifieds, skimming the job postings (cus, why not?) and moving my way to pets. Wishing I had toasted the croissant a little as I chewed down and followed it up with coffee, I can taste the weed more when they are cold. But there’s nothing better than a cup of coffee and weed in the morning. I’ll miss this the most when I go back to work, I think as I scroll through all the kennels, nothing jumping out at me. As I get to the bottom of the column there’s an ad that simply reads, “Looking For Part Time Pet” and a local phone number.
“Well, that seems like an odd request, but maybe they travel a lot too?” I say out loud, startling a fart out of the dog as he jolts upright. “Hmmm, I wonder what they travel for?” I ponder out loud as my mind starts to wander through possibilities.
I think I spend about twenty minutes a day, just looking for my phone. I even bought the shiny, almost iridescent cover in alabaster white, so that it would stand out against my warm, natural tone color palette. I have a habit of dropping it when I get distracted and that happens a lot. So as I hunt the thing down, my mind goes through all sorts of scenarios. Maybe they are long haul truck drivers? Or members of the traveling circus? I also think the weed is kicking in, I highly doubt they are carnies living in Sharon, Connecticut… Boom, right next to the coffee pot, exactly where a phone belongs! I run back to the desk, chew down the last bite and swig the remainder of my coffee as I dial the number, crossing my fingers that this is a decent lead.
“Hello” a deep, rumbling voice answers. The kind of rumble you feel when you stand too close to a speaker at a concert. It started in my ear and reverberated straight down to my cunt. Shock silenced me.
“Hello?” Says the pussy clenching, lightly accented, (I picture him holding a scotch and smelling of leather and cigars) rich kind of voice.
“Ahem, sorry, yeah my name is, uh, my name is Carol and I’m calling about your ad in the paper” I can’t believe my voice cracked. I’ve never lost composure over the phone, that’s why I train people! But I haven’t recovered yet either.
“Ahh, yes, the ad. Give me just a minute, please. Carol, was it?”
Jesus Christ, when he said my name, I think all the fluids in my body exited from my crotch and I could feel them pooling on the leather beneath me.
“Oh, yes, of course, take your time” as I stumble about, only finding tissues to wipe my mess up with. In the background I hear a strange, thumping music get turned down and a woman’s voice. Then I hurriedly stuff a handful of Kleenex in between my legs and brace myself for the inevitable flood.
“Sorry about that” he crooned, “my wife likes EDM and I’m not sure you can call it music”. I hear the smile in his tone and my pussy tightens up to the point of cramping. I laugh along with him, trying to cover for my small, rapid breaths. No one has ever affected me this way! I haven’t even met the man, but his voice conjures up feelings of longing and primal breeding and my cunt is reacting in a big way.
“So you are calling about the ad?” He asks, lightly disguising his excitement.
“Oh, yes, the ad. Umm, I’m a traveling trainer for people and I’m gone a lot so I was looking for someone local to hopefully take on my pets for the duration of my stays in… Wherever I’m at.” Good lord, where did this sudden stagefright come from?!? I could hear the entertainment his voice and feel his smile widen as he says, “Wherever will you be, Carol?”
I audibly moaned that time, on exhale, and tried to cover it with laughter. I hope he didn’t hear that. I grab more tissues as I explain my situation a bit better, telling him I spilled coffee in my lap to cover. As I turn back and see the blob of already damp, soaked up tissues I give up and go to the bath and grab a towel, all the while yammering on to the poor man. But I can’t let him talk again until I have protection in place. I toss the tissues and sit on the towel (much better!) and ask him why he wanted a part time pet.
“It’s just my wife and I, and we like to travel frequently, cruises are our favorite, so we aren’t home all the time. We thought that maybe a local pet could give us something to bond over and help ease some everyday frustrations.”
“That sounds reasonable, I think, for that lifestyle”, I comment, feeling a twitch of a smirk over the phone. Something about his wording and inflection struck me as odd, but I couldn’t place why or even what it was. “I myself travel for two months at a time, it’s exciting, but it makes the three months at home get downright dull sometimes.”
He chuckles and I feel a flood again, between my legs, wicking out around my thighs and into the towel. I glance down to see it, and ironically it’s a child’s face peering at me from between my legs, a finger in the corner of her mouth, adorable eyes looking down behind her and pigtails. It’s a beach towel that I grabbed and the Coppertone logo must be on the other side.
“Yes, and we can’t have dullness in our lives, now can we, Carol?”
Goddamn it, I think he’s doing it on purpose now!! Like I’m going to let him get the best of me! I straighten up and deep breathe to steel myself and dam the river flowing from me.
“I think we should, shall I say, interview you, Carol, to see if we are a good match.”
Emphasizing my name again, I almost lost it, just a slight twitch from my inner muscles but I was able to squelch the flow.
“Oh, and my dogs name is Orion, the cat is Lucifer, I’m guessing I’ll be bringing them for said interview, correct?”
There is a pregnant pause and I hear the wife in the background (I’d forgotten about her!) and he says, “Don’t stress the cat, but the dog is welcome, what breed did you say?”
“Chocolate lab, but he’s very sweet, very lazy and probably the best dog ever, not like most labs at all, I swear!” I have gotten used to convincing people to meet Orion, they automatically assume he’s going to be a destructive, spazzy neurotic mess and refuse to sit him. He’s actually highly trained, very well socialized and he does travel with me if circumstances allow, he has his canine good citizen test, and we frequent the local hospitals and children’s centers during my breaks from work. Not a normal lab at all, but they never believe me until they meet him. The cat is pretty great too, but hates car rides so he stays home most of the time. He has even gone along to some hospitals, but he preferred the retirement home, good place for a nap and a rub.
“It’s alright, Carol, I believe you, I’m very excited to meet you, er both, and I hope you’ll consider joining us at our home this evening, for a lovely post-prandial cocktail by the pool.” His sexy voice emphasized Carol, excited, and cock. By the time he was finished, I was trembling with need, my thighs shaking and my lip raw from biting it. Good lord, what was I doing?!? Before I realized it, I was agreeing and writing down directions to their home in a village very close by, my hands shaking. As I hang up, I try to dry my clammy hands on the girls face, but they come away stickier than before. Holy shit, I’m so wet!! I know it’s been a while, a looooong while, but still! I have never reacted this way to anyone ever! The confusion could almost suck me in, and that’s when I remember that I’m stoned, THAT’S why his voice must doing this to me! Oh, good. I can just go sober tonight and be fine, I can hold it together if I’m sober, absolutely.
These are the things I tell myself a few hours later, as I psych myself up in the shower, frantically rubbing my clit to orgasm and trying to rid myself of the tension before meeting Mr Pussy Clencher in person.
“Ahh, God!” I yell, as I cum, remembering his voice. I might be in trouble.

I waved to crazy Mrs Leavens across the street as I loaded Rion into the back of the small SUV. Last Christmas she flew an Irish flag, and the fourth of July decor usually surfaces in February.
I figured it would be about a twenty minute drive to the next county over, but I couldn’t handle the silence, my mind kept wandering to Mr….um, HIS voice and my arrousal is becoming evident in the small cabin. Even over happy browndog breath. So I played the most poppy, catchy sing along songs I could find in an effort to distract myself. I don’t want to make a fool of myself, I need a good pet sitter and I need one soon!
“I can’t do anything to him, he’s married, I’ll be in his home, presumably with his wife, how can I get away with anything? Answer, I can’t. So don’t, Carol, don’t even think about Mr, umph” I felt a tiny trickle of wetness try to escape. Good thing I wore a panty liner, but I was still afraid of spillage. I’m not sure it’ll survive this interview.
After some very simple directions, I pull up to a lovely, impressive colonial home with immaculate landscaping and lots of fenced yard. I park and get out, still ogling the scenery as I open the rear door for Rion. It’s lovely, and serene. I’m only made aware of another human being because Orion’s tail begins thumping my leg, swishing up the hem of my favorite dress. I turn and see him leaning on the pillar beside the porch trailing, smiling wolfishly.
He’s…he’s perfectly ordinary? About 6ft, sandy brown hair and stubble, and the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen under rimless glasses. He unfolds his arms as he steps off the porch and I see his slight paunch under a slightly too small shirt. His stride, however, is predatory, his eyes never leaving mine, and his rapacious smile made me test the limits of the liner. His khaki colored trousers were tailored perfectly and his button down shirt was untucked with his sleeves rolled up tastefully. I’m stunned, momentarily, as I scope him from head to toe. This is the guy with the voice??
“Hello Carol! Good to meet you.” He smiled wider and I’m pretty sure I melted from the inside out. He held his hand out for a shake and as I reached out instinctively and my palm touched his, a jolt of electricity shot through me and landed square in my pussy. I couldn’t tear my eyes from his, and his eyes were fucking me. And I didn’t want him to stop.
I think I’m in trouble.

“Are you alright, my pet?” He asked softly.
“I, uh, no. No, I’m not. What are you doing to me?”
As he continues to look at me, quizzically and gradually getting closer until I can smell his aftershave, I realize that I may not have said that out loud.
“Sorry, but you, umm, what did you say?” I stammer, almost a whisper as he is almost touching me now, breathing me in, nostrils flaring.
“Pets!” I burst out, too loudly, and back away slightly. “Right! The pets! Well, ahem, this is Orion, and he’s a six year old chocolate…”
“That’s alright, Carol, we don’t have to do this out in the driveway, let’s go inside and meet my wife, shall we? She’s been very excited all day!”.
“Oh, yeah, sure.” I’d forgotten about the wife again.
As we strode up the lawn, he kept close and his hand gently rested on my lower back.
“Lawns can be uneven, I wouldn’t want you to fall off those pretty heels” he says, but I can’t respond with his hand on me. That’s what will make me…
“Whoops!” I exclaim as my right knee goes out and I fall right into his arms. “I’m so sorry, you’re right, these heels probably weren’t the right choice”, I look down at my strappy wedge sandals that I’ve never had a problem with, ever, and will my knees to stay functional. His arm is still around me, surprisingly strong and his scent is making me salivate. I look back up at him and thank him for catching me.
“I’d never let a pe-anyone hurt themselves if I can help it” he assures me, still maintaining the intense eye contact.
At that moment, I heard a high pitched, girly squeal emitting from the front door and hurriedly righted myself and stepped back from him. Out rushes a stunning blond woman, also 6ft, her dark blond hair falls in soft curls almost to her trim waist, long, athletic legs and large, natural looking breasts. This woman could be a supermodel, her skinny jeans tapered into her low cut boot and her vest looked like wolf fur. Her skin tight bodysuit was low cut, emphasizing her boobs and toned arms. She made a beeline for the dog, the dog! Oh, my! I’d forgotten about the dog!! But of course, he was walking right beside me, as always, and the potential for an excited human was making him hop in place.
“Alright buddy, go say hi” I tell him and unclip his leash, pulling it over my head and wearing like a scarf. He bounds off toward the model wife and I look back at this guy and wonder why the hell would he be ogling me, when he has this!?
As if he could sense my question, he smiles and guides me towards the porch steps, hand still on my back even though we were on the concrete now.
“Liz, darling, meet Carol”
“Oh, Wes, he’s absolutely beautiful!” Liz exclaims as she enthusiastically scratches Rions belly, his tail thumping on the deck. She’s on the ground with him now, he’s in her lap, giving his best impression of a Chihuahua and she is eating it up. I can’t help but smile, he’s an attention whore. From the corner of my eye, I see Wes watching me with the same intensity as before, unabashed, as if his wife weren’t kneeling between us. I still don’t understand it, I’m 5’8, thin, no butt to speak of, boobs are average at best and my hair is mouse brown and straight. Too many freckles and and lots of sun exposure have darkened my complexion, but my blushing was still evident to him as his stare forces the color into my cheeks.
“Liz, that’s a dog, THIS, is a Carol” he states, pointing in my direction, holding a hand out for her to stand.
“Ha! You’re right, I’ve lost my manners!” She says as she stands up, brushing herself off.
“Hello Carol” she says as her big, bright eyes meet mine, lightly squeezing my hand and pressing her fingers into my flesh just a little firmer than necessary. My eyes widen a little, she must have seen the whole exchange! Then I see her pupils dilate when she looks me over, pulling me in slightly.
“Wesley, I think you should offer Carol some wine, I have a lovely gewürztraminer that needs drinking”
Her eyes never leaving mine, I hear him mutter something and enter the house, Orion on his heels. Her green eyes held mine captive, and she turned us both into the house, guiding me like a lamb to slaughter. As I glance at the dark blue door on the way past, I can’t help but feel like I’m in the wolves den. And my feet let me walk to it.
The interior of the home was large, spacious and had minimal clutter. The large leather sectional looked comfortable, throw blankets and pillows made it very cozy. The large kitchen opened up to the dining room that had huge French doors leading out to a covered patio and a beautiful inground pool. Orion has spotted the pool and is now fogging up the lovely French doors with his breathe. As a glass of cold, crisp sweet wine was placed in my hands, I surveyed the home. It seemed they may have had pets before, but there was no evidence of them now. No toys or beds, but open spots on walls, like they had been there. Liz grabs my purse and keys from me, placing them on a side table that had a basket full of collars and leashes of different sizes and colors. I feel bad now, they must have lost a dog recently. I turn to her with sadness in my eyes and she grabs the leash from around my neck, pulling me in closer before pulling the loop over my head and placing it in the basket.
“No, I don’t want to talk about them yet” she says, “now, let’s go sit by the pool!”.
Before I can stop them, Wes has opened the door and Orion flies out, leaping straight into the water with a deafening splash.
“No no no, oh nooo!” I try, but it’s too late, he’s soaked. “Now I’ll never he able to get him out of there!” I explain, “Once he gets in a pool, it’ll be hours before I can convince him to get out”.
“Oh darn, you have to stay a while” Liz purrs in my ear, sending shockwaves through my body. Do both of them have this superpower???
“Ha, yeah, then he has to dry off before I can get him in the car, soooo…” I begin, nervous now with her intense eyes on mine and so close I could feel her heat.
Looking directly into my eyes, she says “Well, you are always welcome to stay the night”.
I think that’s when the panty liner gave up is feeble attempt at keeping me dry and I might have been reduced to mumbles and moaning as she helped me sink into a lounge chair. She sat next to me, arm around my waist and her hand was fingering the asymmetrical hem of my dress as it wrapped around my torso.
“I think you look peaked, you should definitely stay right here until I get you some dessert, do you like mango?” her voice dripped with honey.
“Uh huh, mango” was all I could manage.
“Wesley, I do believe we have a new pet, and she is very ripe. I’m going to seal the deal with this dessert, sit with her until she regains her composure”.
Her warm, soft body was replaced by his, her soft perfume replaced by his muskier cologne. His rumbling voice in my ear, whispering things like I should take off my panties… My panties? Oh shit, I’m wearing a panty liner, how embarrassing is that?!?
I jump up, motivated by panic, and try to cross back to the doors, into the house. “Is there a restroom I can use?” I hope.
“No, there isn’t” he says, straight faced. “You can’t run from this” he states as he gracefully gets up and closes the gap between us, hands moving around my waist, spinning me around so my back is pressed up against his front and his hand moves down between my legs.
“No!” I start, and try to pull away. I’m no weakling, I can hold my own, but he was stronger than me still and he clamps down harder, bemused by my truculence.
“Why are you resisting this? You clearly want it!” He vibrates in my ear, starting gooseflesh eruptions all over my body and I can feel my nectar overflowing the soaked liner. His hand is strong as he cups my mound, then confused as he feels the papery product.
“What the fuck is this?” He exclaims as he pulls my dress up to expose my blue lacy underwear with the very soaked liner and my now wet thighs.
“Absolutely not. Under no circumstances are you allowed to ever staunch your flow, it needs to run down your legs like rivers” his eyes have gotten darker, firmer, more insistent as he tears the thin undergarment from me, throwing it down behind us.
For the life of me, I can’t understand why I said what I said.
“Yes sir”
I’m definitely in trouble.

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